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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 3 years

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - criminal minds based mentions of violence (not really), drinking

Summary - When something slips out at the round table things between the Reader and Spencer get really awkward

(i got the idea from notjoselyn on tiktok)

Y/n walks alongside Penelope as they move through the BAU bullpen. Talking about the girls' night plans the girls have been working on for the last couple of weeks. "That club would be so fun," Y/n says brightly, "but did everyone agree? I mean it's a little you know loud and crazy."

"I mean Emily is always down," Penelope says, "especially when I ask her... And JJ needs a minute away from her kids. Even if she won't admit it."

"Little angels my ass," Y/n chuckles as they reach the round table, "oh my I have the cutest dress to wear. It's a little- you know."

"Oh, I do know," Penelope says smirking lightly, "you're gonna look hot!"

"Mmm you just wait and see," Y/n chuckles.

"Wait and see what?" Spencer asks as he joins the two at the table. The girls chuckle lightly as Spencer looks between them. "What?"

"Well, boy wonder we are talking about our upcoming girls' night," Penelope tells him, "specifically about the dress miss Y/n here is going to wear." Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer nods lightly. "What color is it?"

"Black," Y/n tells her, "a little black dress moment you know?"

"Yes!" Penelope says brightly, "oh I can't wait." Y/n chuckles lightly. "I have this really cute dress picked out- it's purple very sparkly. Very eye-catching."

"Hot," Y/n says playfully. Spencer looks slightly amused with the banter. "I just hope JJ can keep up. I mean with all the mom duties she's been slacking behind on girls' nights... I feel like we are gonna exhaust her."

"Redbull drinks exist for a reason," Penelope says.

"Right," Y/n says.

"What even happens on a girls' night?" Spencer asks.

"Chaos," Y/n tells him, "We all drink until we can't stand. Dance with strangers. Leave the FBI training at home and have fun."

"Sounds dangerous," Spencer says, "do you have a designated driver?"

"Uber," Penelope tells him.

"That's not safe," Spencer says, "do you guys not pay attention to the cases we get? How many of the girls we see started out at some random bar?"

"If you're so worried you be our dd," Y/n offers. He looks between the two girls carefully.

"Fine," He says, "I'll go."

"You can't go," Emily says as she and JJ join them at the round table, "it's girls' night."

"I won't ruin the fun I'll just keep you from dying," Spencer says, "1 in 5 violent victimizations involving perceived alcohol use by the offender."

"That's ruining the fun Spence," JJ says placing her hand on his shoulder, "we are big girls-"

"No no, he wants to be DD then let him," Y/n says, "we save uber money that way. Plus he can't be the one that gets to play wheres, Emily."

"Or Can we keep clothes on Penelope," JJ chuckles. Y/n nods lightly. Spencer raises a brow lightly. "Just remember you signed up for this." Rossi and Hotch join the others in the room. The conversation shifts from reckless drinking to the cases they are supposed to be consulting on. "I'd say, sadist."

"Profiler JJ always comes through," Y/n says smiling lightly. The blonde chuckles lightly. "I mean it profiles relatively simple... This all the cops have?"

"Yes," Hotch answers her, "I think what we have so far is all that we'll be able to give them based on the files they sent." They all nod lightly. Handing the files over to Penelope as they move to the next one. After six or seven more cases the attention starts to shift. Small conversations breaking out around the table. Y/n tries her best to focus but the words were all blurring together.

"So are the girls' night plans always this dangerous?" Spencer asks her. Clearly more curious than he's trying to let on.

"You worried about me?" Y/n teases lightly.

"Well yeah," Spencer says, "I'm worried about all of you... I mean it's really risky going out like that- not that I'm saying you guys can't take care of yourselves but- you know what we see. The statistics show how dangerous it is."

"I understand what you're saying but we watch out for each other," Y/n assures him, "and besides with you babysitting us we will have a knight in shining armor to save us if it goes too far."

"You don't think it'll look weird with me watching a group of girls?" Spencer asks.

"You're right," Y/n says, "we should ask Morgan if he wants to go."

"Go where?" Morgan says looking from his conversation with Hotch.

"To this new club," Y/n tells him, "tonight with the girls and Spencer."

"Spencer?" Morgan asks clearly shocked at the addition of the younger man.

"Don't be so surprised," Emily says, "he offered to make sure us ladies got home alright." Morgan nods lightly.

"Yeah and you can make him feel a little less left out," Y/n offers, "make it seem less like he's babysitting... Rossi, Hotch if you want to come as well we can make it a team thing."

"If it's a team thing then I want everyone to forget what happens when we leave this office," Penelope says, "whatever happens when we drink stays in the safety of the club."

"Jack has a sleepover," Hotch tells them, "maybe another time." They all look to Rossi. The older man chuckles.

"I think my clubbing days are past me," Rossi tells them, "plus its poker night."

"Lame," Emily teases lightly, "Morgan will you at least come?"

"Of course," Morgan says, "I don't wanna leave our boy genius all alone." Y/n looks back to Spencer and smiles lightly. Trying to get back to her work. The boy keeps his eyes on her. She looks up carefully. He smiles to deflect the fact he's been staring at her.

"That necklace looks really nice on you," Spencer tells her. She smirks lightly.

"Thanks," Y/n says, "but your hands would look nicer." The words leave her mouth before she can process what she said. She freezes at once as the table looks around in slight amusement and shock at what just happened. Y/n's eyes widen in horror. Rossi laughs lightly.

"At least let him take you out on a date first," Rossi jokes. Y/n looks up to Spencer who's still frozen. His mouth slightly open as if all words are suddenly lost to him. Morgan just laughs loudly at the situation. Y/n can feel her face go red. She moves covering her mouth lightly.

"Did she really?" Penelope starts.

"Oh she did," Emily says in pure amusement.

Y/n closes the file and moves to stand up.

"I'm gonna walk out the door," She says slowly, "and when I walk back in here we can pretend that it never happened."

"Please," Hotch says. She nods quickly. Walking out the door. She takes a lap around the BAU in an attempt to work through the crippling embarrassment this situation is going to bring her for the next forty years. She can already tell she's gonna see this in her nightmares.

Back at the table, Spencer is still frozen.

"She broke him," Emily chuckles as JJ waves her hand in front of Spencer's eyes. He blinks quickly. He looks over the others.

"Did that actually just happen?" Spencer asks them finally. They nod lightly. His face is bright red. Suddenly that big brain of his is nothing more than a peanut. When Y/n steps back into the room he's still in slight shock. She shuffles nervously back into her seat beside Spencer. Making a point to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm never going to live that down am I?" She whispers over to Penelope. The blond chuckles awkwardly.

"Oh no honey," Penelope says, "probably note."

"Oh goddammit," Y/n says softly. She moves the file lifting it to cover her face.

Meanwhile, in Spencer's big brain he's trying to process that the girl he's had a crush on for years said that his hands would look good around her neck. He tries to explain it in any way that makes sense but he's out of luck there. All he can think is what just happened?

Y/n's thankful when Hotch dismisses them back to their desks to work on their reports. She's suddenly very grateful for having the desk furthest away from Spencer. She can't even begin to think about what the hell she'd say to him to clear all this up. And Spencer and Emily laughing lightly don't help at all. She can just imagine all the things he's saying. Not to mention him avoiding her eyes at all cost.

Her face is still bright red when she shuffles into the elevator to head home later. However, life is forever cruel. Instead of giving her an empty elevator to escape to Hotch and Emily jump in beside her. She chuckles nervously.

"I'm not going to say anything," Hotch tells her, "just- try not to say anything like that while we're trying to work."

"Right," Y/n says softly.

"Where did that even come from?" Emily asks leaning forward to get a look at the girl. Y/n chuckles nervously.

"You're gonna have to get me drunk before I answer that," Y/n says carefully, "mostly because that's the only way you're gonna get me to talk about what is probably one of the top ten most embarrassing things that I've ever done." Emily chuckles lightly.

"Well, then the first round is on me."

When she meets back up with Emily the other girl is pretty much shoving a drink into her hand. Y/n takes it without a word. Knocking back the shot eagerly at the thought the others would be meeting them soon. More so that she's going to have to see Spencer... Considering she invited him.

"Oh, you do look hot!" Penelope exclaims as she and the others move to join the two girls. Penelope engulfs Y/n into a hug. Clearly excited to see her outside of the work setting. "Oh and look at you, Emily!" As Y/n's eyes settle on Spencer she starts to panic.

"I'm gonna go get our first round," Y/n says planning her escape route in her mind. Before the others can say anything she's rushing off to the bar. She orders the drinks quickly. Trying to focus on the bartender's movements.

"Hey," A soft voice says. She turns to look at Spencer. She turns back to the bar immediately. Spencer looks at her slightly confused. "You shouldn't walk off alone it's dangerous." The bartender sets the tray down. She takes it eagerly.

"You could see me from the table," Y/n says trying her best to not look at the boy. He follows her carefully as she hurries through the crowd back to the table. She sets the drinks down at once. "To the BAU!" The others grab the shots eagerly. She takes hers knocking it back quickly. Spencer looks over her carefully.

"Oh, I love this song!" Penelope says as she drags Y/n off to the dance floor. Emily follows. The second they get to the floor y/n tries not to focus on the awkwardness. Instead pushing her attention onto dancing with her friends.

"So?" Emily asks, "where did that come from?"

"Deep in my subconscious," Y/n answers, "you know I've always had a thing for Reid but- I can't believe I said that out loud!"

"I thought I was dreaming!" Emily chuckles as she moves her hips to the beat, "but Hotch's face- that was real."

"So was Spencer's heart attack!" Y/n adds, "did you see him? I thought he was going into shock!"

"I think he did," Emily says over the music. The two chuckle lightly. Emily looks over to the boy. Elbowing Y/n to look as well. They see him drinking out of a water bottle as he looks over the crowd carefully. Morgan talking to him about something that seemed serious. Spencer looks like he's turning red again.

"He looks good tonight," Y/n says to Emily, "the whole sweater and tie combo." Y/n bites her lip lightly. Emily chuckles.

"Maybe you can have his hands as a necklace then?" Emily teases. Y/n scoffs lightly. "Go talk to him- now."

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Emily says, "and you trust me with your life." Y/n sighs lightly. "Come on." She doesn't get a chance to argue. Emily yanks the girl along the dance floor before practically shoving her into the booth. Then Emily looks to Morgan. "Let's get another round." The two are gone before Y/n has a chance to process her thoughts. Spencer smiles lightly.

"Hey," He says softly.

"Hey," Y/n says, "how's the- weather?"

"Fine," Spencer says, "about earlier-"

"I know over the line," Y/n starts.

"You think about that often?" He asks. Y/n's eyes widen at his words. Layers of confidence and the slight smirk on his face make her wonder if she blackout and this was a dream.

"Uh- well I," She mumbles lightly. Spencer leans over to her ear.

"Cause we can make it happen," Spencer whispers. Y/n steps back at once. Spencer looks at her carefully. "Shit Morgan said the wouldn't sound creepy. I'm sorry- I just was trying to be flirty." Y/n looks at him carefully. As if she's deciding him if he's real or not.

"Wait so you don't think I'm a freak?" Y/n asks him carefully.

"No no- I was just kinda taken back," Spencer admits, "I mean I'm not exactly used to hearing that." Y/n chuckles lightly. "But you know- we could?"

"Hmm- I don't think they'd notice if we left," Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer bites his lip lightly.

"Well if you don't think they'd notice," Spencer says. Y/n chuckles grabbing his home to pull him along the bar to get to his car.

They absolutely noticed.

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hotchley · 3 years

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i saw your reblog of the Spencer giving Aaron a father's day card thing and i can't stop thinking about how Aaron is the father figure to the entire team now.

(yes I'm also especially thinking about that one scene of Spencer and Derek stuck in the malfunctioning lift shrieking for Aaron just because. 🥴 dad!Hotch ftw!!!!!)

i know this concept has probably been done hundreds of times already but imagine: (SORRY THIS IS GOING TO BE A REALLY LONG ASK, I deeply apologise in advance)

[tw food/eating habits, some references to murder cases because you know this is Criminal Minds, some slight spoilers for people who haven't really watched the show and also reference & mention of autism & a character on the autism spectrum -> just a heads up, a disclaimer, I'm in no way diagnosed with autism, so if i have misrepresented autism, or made any mistakes, i apologise, it wasn't my intention, and i welcome all feedback & criticism — i genuinely want to learn]

a year after Spencer joins the BAU, Aaron notices & becomes very concerned over Spencer's (super bad) eating habits aka him only drinking coffee and forgetting to eat actual proper food when he gets absorbed in cases or research or reading etc -> which results in Aaron absolutely being like "hey Spencer let's grab lunch together" almost everyday just so Spencer eats (healthy, full meals)

(also Spencer picking up on this after Aaron "casually" gets him lunch/treats him to dinner/invites him over for meals for almost every day of the week and he was initially almost irritated/offended until he realised he could use Aaron's habit to make Aaron himself eat properly too because this hypocritical bastard doesn't eat properly himself either so every alternate day you can see Spencer purposely not going for lunch breaks while sneaking glances at Aaron's office just waiting for him to notice and drag them both to lunch together 😌)

also I really think Spencer is on the autistic spectrum (high functioning, imo, but I'm not really sure how this works, and I'd have to do more research) so I'd like to imagine Aaron knows that too because he's noticed Spencer's behaviors + Spencer got an official diagnosis and told him about it maybe 6-7 months into joining the BAU so I really think Aaron lets Spencer stim (physically, his hand gestures) on their lunch break because he knows that Spencer can't really do that in front of the others, so even when they're on cases, he would take Spencer out either for a private lunch or dinner or something, just the two of them, and he'd let Spencer stim & talk about any subject of his fancy as much as he wants to (I'm pretty sure someone wrote a fic like this and I absolutely can't remember the name or the author but I really LOVED the idea too)

initially Spencer was really taken aback too, because you know, this isn't something you do with your boss, of all people, but Hotch had always meant what he says and his facial expression and body language suggested that he was being absolutely sincere and serious about this, so Spencer tentatively started talking, and as their meal progressed, he eventually got comfortable enough to just go on, and not once did Aaron cut him off rudely, until the end of their meal, when Aaron couldn't continue to pretend to drink his soup because he'd finished it somehow with those incredibly small spoonfuls, and he'd had to gently tell Spencer that they had to go back, but Spencer wasn't upset, because he'd just got over an hour to talk about this recent seminar about the connection of ancient Greek mythology to the developments of the society in ancient Greece which no one had ever done for him before and he's full, satisfied and beyond elated because Hotch really didn't have to do this, but he did anyways

at first it was just something between them but eventually Derek noticed & like in the end I think it's a kind of open secret between Aaron, Spencer & Derek and now when Derek notices Aaron doing it he gives Aaron a small nod and he wards off & deals with the questions that the others have when they inevitably notices the private meals Aaron & Spencer has

speaking of Derek, Aaron definitely has 1 on 1 time with Derek too, but doing different things. Derek's thing is sports & home renovations, and he repairs/maintains cars & bikes when he can, and I like to imagine Aaron knowing about his hobbies and casually asking Derek about the home renovation he's working on one time (before or early S1) Derek came into his office to submit a case file, and Derek being kind of shocked/caught by surprised initially (because he knows Hotch has a soft spot for the kid because he's much younger and much, much more inexperienced but Derek's older and should know better, so Hotch won't do the whole private lunch thing with him, right?) but then he grins and starts telling Aaron about how "I got that place absolutely shining right now, man" and then he invites Aaron over to take a look at the place out of courtesy/habit (his mama raised him as a good, polite young man, and no way Hotch would even say yes right?) and to his surprise once again, Aaron does accept his invitation

after that one time, Aaron begins casually asking him about his projects and even starts offering to help him do some of the painting and decorating (to be fair, it calms Aaron too, to have a getaway from Haley and initially from the crying baby, because while he absolutely loved Haley and Jack with all his heart, some days, some days he just couldn't take it, all the stress from Strauss and from trying to be a good father unlike his own, and he had to take some time off to himself, and painting walls is calming and therapeutic to him in some sense) & Derek and Aaron start bonding over hotdogs while sitting out on the front porch of some halfway remodelled house, talking about the latest sports news (they support different baseball teams but that's okay, because Derek gets to grin at Hotch and ask him to pay up when Hotch's team loses to his, and Aaron gets to raise his eyebrows with that small knowing smirk of his and ask Derek to "complete this by the next weekend, will you" when Derek's team loses to his)

when Aaron recruits Penelope, he's read her file, or what little the FBI's cyberteam got on her anyways. he knows the Black Queen's reputation, and he knows that the cyberteam really don't trust her and recommended high levels of surveillance, but the moment he saw her through the glass of the interrogation room and her resume & application on pink paper, he knew that she's not just what the file said she is. initially, she sticks to the "bureau regulated office attire" because you know, Penelope knows she's lucky, she should've been jailed for what she did, she was jailed, until this Aaron Hotchner guy decided, somehow, that she was deserving to be on his team, even after looking at her resume, which she had written on pink paper out of pure spite (because nothing in the FBI rulebooks said anything about submitting your application on specialized coloured paper anyways) but she was moody and unhappy because she's stuck in this tiny office having to answer the phone whenever agents called to ask for details on icky, gruesome murders and disgusting, vile murderers so she decides that hey, since no one ever comes in here anyways, she might as well do some re-decorating right? so she starts bringing in her own soft toys and figurines and starts amassing a whole collection of soft, plushy, and colourful toys in because it's her office and if she has to deal with all these yucky stuff on a daily basis she's going to make it at least bearable to be in here

one day, some tall, stern looking guy just comes into her office with this Tupperware in his hands saying "hey, Garcia right? my wife made some extra cupcakes for the team, you want some?" and she asks "do i know you?" and he blinks, stands there for one, two seconds before- "sorry, i forgot we haven't actually met. Special Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner, assistant unit chief of BAU Team 1, nice to meet you," [i like to headcannon that before Boston & all, Hotch was Gideon's assistant, some kind of assistant unit chief probably, but while he wasn't yet the unit chief he was definitely taking care of most, if not all of the administration matters i.e. hiring new agents etc already because let's be real Gideon is caring & capable but really hands off sometimes (also in S1E1 Derek referred to Gideon as their Unit Chief so I assumed Hotch took over the position full time, officially somewhere between S1E1 and S1E2 or 3)]

and then Garcia's brain kind of short-circuits because holy shit this is her BOSS, aka the guy who somehow, crazily looked at her resume and decided to HIRE her and she just asked him if she knew him OH GOD ALL THOSE FIGURINES- and she tries to explain because she really didn't mean to break any rules with them and they aren't, are they? and she can remove them but just, please, she can't go back to prison.

but then Agent Hotchner just goes "hey, hey, Penelope. it's fine. I understand. this is your office, and you have the right to decorate it. I'm not going to fire you over.... My Little Ponies? and uh, some unicorns?" and Penelope can't help but laugh because he genuinely looks baffled by her collection on her desk, and did he just call her Penelope?

and after that, once, after a bad case that Aaron knew affected Penelope (it involved murdered parents & their only child left orphaned and it just hit too close to home for Penelope), he stopped by a local toy shop and bought the brightest, most sparkly, most colourful thing he could find in there (it ended up being a small figurine of a princess on a small, detachable throne that could light up and play some really funky pop music. Aaron cringed internally as he brought it over to the counter, and awkwardly nodded as the cashier asked, "buying this for your daughter, sir? she's going to love it, it's the latest in a collectable series" and he pretended to not see the questioning eyebrow that Derek gave him after seeing the package) and when he presented it to Penelope when they got back, he got the biggest and most bone crushing hug ever from Penelope because "aw that's so sweet, thank you! and you got me the latest in the collection! it's limited edition!" and it just ended up becoming a tradition — Penelope always looks forward to the end of a case now, not only because that means her people are coming home, safe, in one piece (sometimes debatable but still, they're coming home, to her) but it also means that Hotch has brought her yet another tiny figurine or souvenir to add to her collection and she can't wait to see what it is, and Hotch always, always, finds the time after they've wrapped up the case, before the jet leaves, to pop by a local toy shop to get both Penelope and later, when he's older, Jack some toys or souvenir from wherever state he's in, because he wants both of them to know, that despite all the bad out there, there is still good in the world, and they should never forget that

OKAY this ask is SUPER LONG already i apologise skfjsk i have ideas for JJ & Emily but idk if you'd even wanna continue reading them... (maybe.... give me a sign and I'll send another ask and write it? 🥴)

anyways this was just something that came up and i had to write it out 🥺 sorry for spamming you, i hope you're having a great day/night ahead.

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Hi so I'm putting everything below the cut for scrolling purposes x

He is!!

Oh my god, I love that scene. It came up in a TikTok about ships, because Person A and Person B are both very smart when they're alone, but put them together and it cancels out, and it made me laugh.

I also love Dad Hotch. Like I love him as much as I love "fighting to keep his emotions in check because he needs to be a leader, but you can tell from the slight change in tone, or the slight glaze of his eyes that he's seconds away from crying" Hotch. Which is saying something.

DON'T APOLOGISE FOR LONG ASKS!! That's what the keep reading on posts is for :))

Oh I love how much Hotch cares about Reid, and of course Reid uses it to his advantage to get Hotch to do the same, because they're similar in that way. Also, he would definitely start grinning when Hotch looks down at his empty plate like: oh. Platonic Hotchreid is everything to me, because it's these two people that have been caretakers their entire life trying to look after another person that wouldn't let anyone do that and it's just... the HOTCH ANGST POTENTIAL THAT IS SO UNTAPPED!!!

Also, not a criticism of you, but from what I've heard from people is that functioning labels are harmful and shouldn't be used because it misrepresents the situation!

I love that idea though!! And Derek being protective over them so he's just like: no, you won't interrupt them, and I will take control of the situation for a few hours AAH!!

OH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT MORGAN AND HOTCH BONDING!! It's so perfect!! I love the idea of Morgan teaching Hotch to do things, and Hotch realising how relaxing he finds it to do these things.

And because we can't have nice things: he refuses to go after Foyet breaks into his apartment because he doesn't deserve peace, but then Morgan just uses his key, drags him out, takes him to a house and presses a brush into his hand because he's not going to let his friend self destruct like this.

EVERYTHING ABOUT GARCIA!! OH MY GOD!! I need to get some work done, so I'm going to finish up there, but seriously!! Amazing!! I love the idea of Hotch getting her little figurines and stuff <33

(shameless self promo, she does the same for him in "and he will come back home" hehe)

I would love to hear the Emily and JJ ones!! I hope that's the sign you need :)

Don't apologise for spamming I was having a dull day, and I hope you have a good day too!

#🌙anon #people talk to me #tw food #tw eating habits

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mandoalorian · 4 years

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What the Pedro boys are like at college

This is my first time doing one of these so please be nice! Yep, TUWOMT isn’t out yet but I have read the script and I have written for Javi Gutierrez here. If you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read his scenario. I’ve made it so Javi’s is the last one so you can skip over it easily. I write for all the main Pedro characters! These include:

· Din Djarin – The Mandalorian

· Javier Pena – Narcos

· Frankie Morales – Triple Frontier

· Maxwell Lord – Wonder Woman 1984

· Jack Daniels: Kingsman: The Golden Circle

· Oberyn Martell: Game of Thrones

· Dave York: The Equalizer 2

· Pero Tovar – The Great Wall

· Ezra Prospect – Prospect

· Marcus Pike – The Mentalist

· Max Phillips – Bloodsucking Bastards

· Dio – NYPD Blue

· Javi Gutierrez – The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

· I DO NOT WRITE FOR PEDRO PASCAL.

Please please request a ‘Pedro boy’ scenario HERE. You can also request for me to write a one shot HERE.

Masterlist

Enjoy!

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Din Djarin: Does college exist in Star Wars? I’m not sure… but if we take a moment to imagine Din being schooled by the Mandalorian Creed. He learns the history of Mandalore, about the great leaders such as Satine Kryze. He learns the importance of ‘the way’ and studies the art of weaponary, learning how to use guns, detonators, vambrace, and whistling birds. He learns about the legacy of the darksaber and, as we already know, he trains with the Rising Phoenix. I imagine Din likes to keep himself to himself and has been a loner his whole life. He places his trust in his fellow Mandalorian’s but they are not his friends. They are simply just his allies. Being schooled in the Mandalorian Creed would be physically exhausting but it’s something Din can manage. After all, he doesn’t have a choice. This is the way.

Javier Pena: We know Javi always wanted to leave Texas, and I think college was the perfect time for him to venture out. He didn’t choose a school with a pristine academic reputation, but instead, he picked a school that had the best renowned night life so he could go out and enjoy drinking and partying. Javi wasn’t a complete wild card. He was the kid who seemed to be good at almost everything. He was able to graduate top of his class with honours in Criminal Law.

Frankie Morales: When Frankie was younger, he loved helping his dad work on the family car and he even scored a part-time job at a garage when he finished high school. At high school, he never really found interest in the core subjects like English, math, science, history… and so when it was time for college, he wanted to develop on his hobby. Frankie chose to major in engineering, with a minor in transportation and logistics. This was perfect for him. In his second year, he went from looking at cars and motorcycles, to different forms of aircraft. He remembers one morning, he sat in the pilot seat of a helicopter after the fuel compressor had went bust and he had never felt more at home. On a whim, he dropped out of college and was lucky enough to get a place in piloting school. Frankie stuck by Santiago throughout college, but while Santi went out and partied, Frankie would slump down in his chair, drink a few beers, and be ready to head back to his dorm at 9pm. He had a few flings in college but had no interest in pursuing an actual relationship. It was important to him that he used his time in college to discover what he really wanted to do with his life.

Maxwell Lord: He probably went to Cornell, or Harvard. Maxwell could’ve gotten in from his family name alone, and if he wasn’t the most academically bright, no doubt his mother would’ve paid him into college, but Maxwell had always been smart. He was home schooled his whole life and so college was a big change for him. He worked hard. He showed up to every class early, and handed in homework and dissertations early, and used his charm to schmooze with the teachers, doing all he could to make sure he got the best grades. Maxwell majored in Business and Economics, and minored in Marketing. He didn’t have much choice in what he studied in college because he had his life set out for him the moment he was born. Maxwell didn’t have friends, but that’s not to say he was a loner. Everyone on campus knew who Maxwell was, and everyone knew the kind of family he came from.

Jack Daniels: Despite Jack and his high school sweetheart going their separate ways for college, they couldn’t stay away from each other for long. He was a Political Science major but never really cared much for it. He had a lot of friends, was a care free spirit and attended parties. He is someone who has natural academic ability but his failure to attend class and do homework meant that he, inevitably, began to drag behind. Realising political science isn’t for him, he dropped out of college and moved in with his high school sweetheart. He much preferred it that way, and he was able to be with her all the time. Having his company meant that she was now distracted from her studies and when she fell pregnant with their first child, they decided to run away from college all together and start a family far away.

Oberyn Martell: Is there college in Game of Thrones? I’m not sure, but a modern! Oberyn would major in classical studies and minor in philosophy. He is a prince, after all. He excels in both subjects and picks up languages such as Latin and Greek easily. It comes natural to him. He passes with flying colours and never has to try too hard because the words of Aristotle and Plato were engrained into his brain ever since he was old enough to read a book. As prince, he knows it is important to graduate with honours and that it’s his priority but that doesn’t mean he can’t make time for fun. He doesn’t commit to any relationship during college but does embrace his sexuality. He’s kind, gentle, and respectful. He’s a really great lover, but an even better friend.

Dave York: Dave studied criminology and forensic science at college. He was able to learn the ins and outs of criminal psychology and the process that cops and forensic teams go through when trying to trace a murder. His knowledge in this subject sure helped him in later life. He passed with flying colours, but never wanted a career in crime – or at least, not a career you’d need a degree in. But his newly received qualification, Dave decided to join the CIA as an operative where he met Robert McCall. He played good guy for a long time, but his bad intentions linked to criminal activity traced all the way back to college. He met his wife in college, and truthfully, she was the only thing who kept him from spiralling into criminal activity at an earlier stage.

Pero Tovar: Again, I am almost certain college didn’t exist during this time period but if we make it a modern AU, I think Pero would have majored in geography and minored in cultural studies. He had a goal to travel the world and see all the magnificent places. Pero was a grumpy adolescent, and seemingly he never really grew out of it. He had a group of people he hung out with who were similar to him but he never really considered them friends. He didn’t partake in extracurricular activities and he would just focus on studying. But he did have a flare in art which was lost on him during later life. He used painting as an emotional outlet and a means to express his feelings.

Ezra Prospect: I guess this is a modern! Ezra then. He studies geology, and he’s really smart. He does a lot of reading, but he actually prefers non-fiction over fiction. His interest in geology goes past his degree, and he actually collects a variety of rocks and gemstones, going into deep research about them and believing that certain ones possess healing powers. Ezra has a partner throughout his time in college, and they spend a lot of time with each other. Ezra’s partner encourages Ezra’s love for geology and finds his passion endearing, even encouraging him to earn an income from his knowledge! You help Ezra use the rocks that he collects to create bath salts and make jewellery to sell on and earn profit.

Marcus Pike: Marcus was an art and design major, and all his teacher’s loved him. He was never the best at the practical side, but he excelled in art history and his knowledge on the subject was outstanding. Marcus had one long term relationship during college but his partner ended up breaking his heart. It took a long time for Marcus to recover, but he’d always been one for second chances. He’d hope that he’d never get his heart broken again.

Max Phillips: Max was a bit of a player in community college; a jock, who studied his undergraduate in Physical Education. When Evan had Max kicked out for sleeping with his girlfriend, Max went and studied Sales Management at a university just for Vampires. Filled with a feeling of wrath and hatred for Evan, Max made it his mission to ruin him. No more time could be spent partying in his fraternity, playing soccer for the college team and sleeping with the cheer leader’s – Max made it his goal to graduate from Vampire University with a top major and steal the job of leading Sales Manager from Evan. And that’s on holding grudges.

Dio: Yeah, Dio didn’t go to college. He dropped out of high school when he was fourteen. In his youth, his hobbies included making fire and stealing from the rich.

Javi Gutierrez: He’s a film major of course! He was born into a rich family, we know that, and comes from a very financially privileged background. His parents knew that he did not have to pursue a degree in something that would ensure him a job, because Javi would be well off no matter what, and so they were fine with Javi doing something he was truly interested in. Javi has loved literature, art and movies his whole life. He minors in screenplay writing and excels top of his class, constantly impressing those around him with his ability to memorise anything from one liner quotes to whole scenes from movies. He shares his extensive knowledge of trivia, and all his lecturer’s firmly believe that the film industry is something that Javi could one day potentially succeed in. However, Javi is awkward. He shy’s away from all the partying and spends Friday night’s in his dorm, munching on popcorn and watching classic movies. A relationship is never in question for Javi because of his family circumstances, so he just lays low and focuses on his studies. As soon as he graduates, he heads back home to Mexico and his dreams of being a famous Hollywood screenplay writer seem so distant.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin #frankie morales #javier pena #agent whiskey #maxwell lord #ezra prospect #javi gutierrez #pedro boys

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cmfan3 · 4 years

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Confessions

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language

Words: 1.7K

This short one shot is dedicated to a friend who I got close to in a really surprising about of time. You guys HAVE to go read her story on Wattpad called I’m All In by theBox_rjw. @rjjemilyw83 this one’s for you! 💛

Nudging his friend, Derek smirked, “so princess, when are you gonna tell her?” Emily chuckled at the question, “oh fat chance Morgan. I’ll tell her when Hotch manages to smile.” Realizing that the brunette meant never, he raised his eyebrows, questioning, “oh come on, you don’t want to know if she feels the same?” Looking at the grimace that captured Emily’s face, he continued, “just tell her. Hell, I’m pretty sure she already knows,” he confessed with a laugh. Emily smacked his arm, shaking her head as her mouth twitched, “you didn’t know until I told you. And you call yourself a profiler.” Derek feigned hurt, his hand moving up to rest on his heart, “you dare insult me. I’ll have you know, I had you figured out as soon as I saw you look at her.”

Suddenly JJ walked up to the two and took a seat on the edge of Emily’s desk, “look at who?” Emily instantly turned towards Derek, glaring at him with a silent promise that she will murder him if he says anything about the topic. He put his hands up in innocence, standing from his chair, smiled at both women before turning away to annoy the young doctor who was focusing on his Russian novel. “What was that about?” JJ questioned the brunette who was glaring at the back of Derek’s head. Emily turned towards the blonde, smiling softly, “nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it Jayje.” Confused, JJ decided to drop the topic, “anyways, I came over here because I wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch after we’re done with work.”

Emily nodded, happy to spend all the time she can with the blonde. JJ beamed, grasping Emily’s forearm lightly, “great! I can’t wait!” As soon as the younger woman made contact, Emily felt sparks shoot up her arm. Unable to form words, she smiled back at the blonde who was clearly happy with the plans for later that day. JJ hopped off the desk and strolled out the doors, walking back to her own office.

Having listened and watched the whole incident through the corner of his eye, he turned towards the brunette, gave a lopsided grin and claimed, “you’re a goner Emily Prentiss.” Not wanting to waste any more energy on the man, Emily simply turned towards the file that was laying on her desk, waiting for the day to end so she could spend time with the younger woman.

Before Emily knew it, it was time to go home. As she was packing her things, she saw Derek walking towards her desk. She sighed and before he had the chance to speak, she declared, “I already told you Derek, I’ll only tell her when Hotch smiles, which is never.” She looked up and when she saw the shit eating grin on his face, she knew she was in trouble. He simply pointed up to Hotch’s office. Dreading what she would find, Emily turned slowly. When she looked through the window, she saw Hotch with the biggest smile on his face as he seemed to be on the phone with none other than Jack. Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Before she could turn, she heard Derek walking away, laughing as he yelled, “don’t be a wuss princess.” She yelled back, “fuck off Derek,” resulting in the man shouting, “you know you love me Prentiss.” She sighed, swearing to herself that she’ll find a way to get him back before going to meet the blonde at her office.

Walking out of her office, JJ bumped into Emily, but before she could hit the floor, Emily’s arms wrapped around her tightly, keeping her upright. She looked up into the amber eyes that were staring at her with concern, but after a moment, Emily awkwardly cleared her throat and stepped back, “you should be more careful Jen.” Unable to form words because the incident turned her brain to mush, JJ stood there gaping before nodding slightly. Humored because of the smaller woman’s reaction, Emily smirked, “shall we?” Once again, JJ simply nodded before rushing off to the elevator, a flush creeping up her face.

As the doors closed and the elevator began descending, JJ cleared her throat and looked at the brunette standing next to her, “so where do you want to eat? Or what do you want to eat? We could go eat at a restaurant or we could take the food back to my place and relax there.” Clearly thinking about the different options, Emily finally turned to face the woman who was staring at her, “I think we should get the food and head to your place.” If I’m gonna tell her, we have to be alone. JJ’s face lit up but it was only for a split second, so the brunette wasn’t sure if she imagined it. The elevator dinged open and the two women went to their respective cars, heading to the nearest chinese place.

Pushing her empty plate onto the table and sinking back in the couch, Emily hummed with the happiness she felt. She turned towards the kitchen, calling out, “hey Jen! What’s taking so long?” JJ rushed out with two wine glasses and an open bottle in her hand. She smiled apologetically at the older woman as she sat down, “sorry Em, I had to find the good wine.” Setting the two glasses on the table, JJ poured some of the dark red liquid for both women, handing the glass to Emily before taking her own. As their hands touched, both women were shocked where they made contact. Unable to process what this meant, Emily pulled the glass up to her lips, taking a long sip. Unnoticed by the brunette, JJ watched as Emily’s lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, subconsciously swiping her tongue across her own. Emily’s eyes flickered up to the blonde’s face as she swallowed. JJ instantly turned away, embarrassed that she was almost caught staring.

The older woman set the glass down on the table and tucked her legs under herself while turning towards the blonde. She took a deep breath to steel her nerves before she started, “there’s something I want to talk to you about Jayje.” She raked her hand through her hair and let out a nervous laugh, “God, this is so much harder than I thought.” Realizing that the conversation they were about to have was serious, JJ set her glass down and turned towards the brunette, grabbing her hands softly. Surprised by the sudden contact, Emily glanced down at their hands, paying attention to the butterflies that swarmed her stomach when JJ ran her thumb along the rough knuckles of the older woman. JJ’s head tilted to the side, eyebrows scrunching in confusion, “you know you can tell me anything Em. What’s wrong?” Emily sighed, refusing to meet the blonde’s eyes, she continued to stare at their hands, “I don’t even know where to start. It’s not like there’s anything wrong, it’s just a lot. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you, ever, but I guess the universe just wants to play jokes on me. I think I’m gonna puke. Derek is probably having a ball thinking about what’s happening right now. I really don’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want things to change-” She was cut off when she felt the smaller woman squeezing her hand tightly. She glanced up to see her favorite baby blue eyes staring at her with concern and what seemed to be love. She only loves you as a friend Prentiss. Why did I tell Derek I’ll tell her when Hotch smiles? Why did Hotch smile, today of all days? Just spit it out. What’s the worst that could happen? She could hate me and never want to be near me again. She could think I’m-

Realizing that her friend was getting lost in her own thoughts with the way the honey brown eyes glazed over, JJ reached up and cupped her cheek, forcing the brunette to stop overthinking. Emily relished in the feeling of JJ’s hand on her cheek so she pressed further into the blonde’s palm. JJ leaned forward, eyes flickering to the slight pink lips she dreamed of kissing. Emily’s brain short-circuited when she realized what was happening. She leaned forward, a little too eagerly, and met the blonde halfway. As their lips met, fireworks were shooting across their eyelids and butterflies were swarming their stomachs. After a moment, they pulled apart, but they were close enough that the younger woman felt Emily’s breath was ghosting her lips. JJ’s lips quirked into a small smile, “so what did you want to tell me?”

Emily’s head fell back as she let out a laugh, the tension rising from her shoulders, “that I’m completely and totally in love with you. I have been ever since we met. You’ve occupied every thought that ran through my head and my heart beat a little faster every time I laid my eyes on you. Your smile lights up the room and your laugh fills my heart with joy. I love the way you stick your tongue out a little when you’re concentrating, or the way your eyebrows scrunch together when you’re confused. I love you Jennifer Jareau.”

Her heart swelled with the happiness she felt when she heard the brunette’s confession. She leaned forward, placing a light yet loving kiss on Emily’s lips, “well Em, you’re the reason I always have a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re interested in something. I love the way your lips twitch in a smile when you hear something funny. I love the way you always make me feel like I’m the most special person in the room. I love you too Emily Prentiss.”

Overcome with happiness, Emily couldn’t stop the tears from welling up. Concerned that she did something wrong, JJ pulled Emily tight against her chest, stroking the brunette hair and rubbing her back. JJ whispered, “what’s wrong Em? Was it something I said?” Emily choked out a laugh, “absolutely not Jayje. I just can’t believe that you feel the way you do. I’m just happy, that’s all.” JJ grinned before she kissed the top of the older woman’s head. “I love you Em,” she murmured in the older woman’s hair.

The two spent the rest of the night tangled in each other’s arms, relishing in the feeling of being held by the one they love, wondering how in the world did they live without it before.

#jemily #jemily fanfic #jemily fanfiction #emily prentiss x jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau #jj #emily prentiss #cm #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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chickabee · 3 years

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A better music post

I'll tag this one with music or sumn so it doesn't get lost in the plethora of tags I have.

The last time I tried to make a music post for my oc's everything was rushed and disorganized, but since today I'm in a writing mood, I'm going to try to make this post a lot more coherent.

I'm going to go down my playlist and pick a few songs to share (trying not to spoil my story in the process.) So, the earbuds are in and my hand's are ready.

Let's go!

Billy Joel, Vienna- Just re-added this song back to my playlist today, but when I heard it again I was like, 'oh my jeez. This song is to Dylan." Poor guy is always overworking himself as the leader of his team. Kid doesn't take the time to be a kid v_v

Stevie Wonder and Ariana Grande, Faith- Yeah... animated motion picture soundtrack music. This song is for teenage Lillian. It's her being a heart throb with Stevie wonder impressing the ladies. Lmao don't ask how she was able to be in a song with Stevie wonder. She's a well known hero so it's possible. Also, unimportant detail but I imagine her in one of those like groovy jumpsuits from Austin powers lmao. "Groovy Baby"

EARFQUAKE but only my voice, SQUALAY- I already explained that I imagine Justin singing this. The pitchiness of the main vocal is so much Justin to me lmao. In my head he's goofing off with his cousins, and they all just decided to come together to sing this one night. they were supposed to be chilling, but oh well I guess lol. It's one of those "the boys at midnight' things. Y'know... like that meme.

I feel like I should mention that Justins cousins are African American (His adopted parents Nicole and Derek are African American) so when things like this happen, it doesn't matter, everybody is just being goofy together.

Anything but Ordinary, Avril Lavigne- IS IT ENOUGH TO LOVE, IS IT ENOUGH TO BREATH Yeah, I know I had this as a song I imagined with the blues during a blues daydream, but I also imagine either young Savannah or young Lillian singing this at a karaoke (more Lillian because she's more 'randumz quirky') And they are leading a crowd in the song. Yay <3 (The ending with the back vocals is just tooooo perfect.)

Back Door, STRAY KIDS- Hey! It's Kpop. Hello, kpop. I listen to so much kpop because it's the perfect montage/dance music. This is a montage of the girls being really cool. They are badass. This is more for Jenna though. She is verr badass. Perfect song for her fighting ego.

ANY SONG, ZICO- Justin because it's his vibe when he is a teenager. More laid back. Hey, I should really listen to the lyrics of this song because I have no idea what this song is about, but in my head, I imagine Justin is working in a restaurant and he's singing about trying to impress this girl he sees there but his boss is like 'Nah back to work kiddo.' So there is a lot of silliness of him trying to impress mystery girl despite his current situation.

Only problem is it doesn't sound vocally like Tennage justin :(

Can I Have This Dance, High School Musical 3- HELLO CHILDHOOD MOVIE. oh my gosh I was so in love with high school musical and Hannah Montana as a kid lmao. Anyway, I imagine this being a song soft, teenage Lillian is singing to Lyle because Lyle wants to dance with her after finding out she is the lead in the school musical and has to kiss another guy. Lyle isn't singing the male part though because to him well, 'singing is gay.' I dunno. It's too feminine to him. It's like dude, you're out here doing an entire waltz in the summer rain with a chick. How straight do things need to get.

How's it Going to Be, Third Eye Blind- This is not canon to my story at all. In the past weeks, I have been daydreaming a lot about Loomer AKA the ship that can never happen. I'll explain this in another post but that part where 'I wanna get myself back in again' is when Lillian and Boomer kiss.

i Just-

🏃‍♀️💨 sORRY

Permission to Dance, BTS- I don't care how mainstream this song is, this is perfect music for the people of Turmoil to put together video clips of their heroes being wholesome and saying thank you collectively. It will play on every Billboard and Television. The world will know how much Turmoil appreciates its heroes.

Everybody Dies, Billie Eilish- Is this spoiling? Teenage Bella and Jenna get your sad asses outta here.

Industry Baby, Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow- Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella. BELLA-

Everybody Loves Me, One Republic- This song is dedicated to Justin, Manny, and Collin. I imagine it as an animation meme so it's very colorful and artistic (?). But yes Turmoil loves their skater boy, Sweetie pie and Goofball nerd.

DO or NOT, PENTAGON- Yay! More kpop! But I made a bit of an animatic on my youtube that uses this song >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vki0koOR8Y4 IT'S AN AU. And yes that is Lillian and Dylan. I will talk about the AU I was working on one day, but it was extremely bubbly and magical. Magical school girl shenanigans yee haw.

***SKIPPING RAPIDSONGS EDITS/REMIXES I MAY OR MAY NOT COME BACK LATER TO EXPLAIN***

AFTER SCHOOL, WEEKLY- Okay. I love this song. It's so happy and bouncy so naturally, I would imagine a montage of the girls getting into adventurous mischief together that's cut way too perfectly in beat to the music. It sort of play's like a sitcom intro that's running too long in my head lol.

Shake it Off Mariah Carey- "I GOTTA CHICKEN ROOOOLL". My mom likes to remind my siblings and I that when we were younger we used to sing 'I gotta chicken roll' so one day I was listening to the song and I was like 'man it would be hilarious if the team sung this for fun as a group.' So yeah. It's Lillian leading the group as they sing Shake it off and man Lillian know's how to hit those high notes, she should invest in that.

But I imagine this scene with them being 12, the only people who aren't really all that invested are obviously Jenna and Dylan, but then a part of my brain was like 'EFF THAT. THIS IS A FAMILY THING, AND YOU'RE GONNA PARTICIPATE DAMMIT.' So Dylan is also goofy on a good day and Jenna...

she a tough cookie just give her time guys.

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So there, 15 songs from my playlist. That was a lot easier than the other post I made :D

Hey, y'know you're really blessed when you can take a day off of work to do stuff like this. In actuality, my mom just came home from the hospital and I was not able to sleep at all before going off to work. Obviously I don't mind. But money is money o-o

#oc shits #oc stuff #music that remind me of my oc's #Oc's on Broadway

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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just short of a fairytale

so myownway on ao3 gave me a prompt of, essentially, jack having a nightmare and alex comforting him. and i was like i don’t know if i can write this. so then i wrote it because we know what i’m like so anyway!!! this is that. it’s some good old fashioned mild angst/comfort situation but i promise you a happy ending because, again, we know what i’m like

title from nightmares by all time low. because duh

read it here on ao3

It's too loud in here.

By here, Jack means his head, and by loud, he means this…this angry static, this crackling not-silence that won't let up. It's been at him all day and it's starting to wear him out. He wants to be here, watching Tiger King with Alex, honestly he does, but he's so tired.

When the first episode ends, Jack reluctantly says, "I'm gonna turn in, actually."

"Really?" Alex frowns. "It's only ten."

"Yeah, I'm just tired."

"You okay?" Alex asks, because Alex always asks, either out of some sense of obligation or just because he can always tell when Jack isn't.

"Yeah," Jack lies, pretending like it's the truth because maybe that will make it so. "Honestly just tired. I feel like today was long."

"It was," Alex allows. He squeezes Jack's hand as Jack stands up. "Okay, well, I'm gonna probably put on Project Runway then, and I'll come to bed in a little bit."

Because Jack doesn't like Alex's dumb reality show obsession, and of fucking course Alex is considerate enough both to not force Jack to watch them and to not get ahead on Tiger King without him. Fuck. Jack loves him.

"Okay," he says tiredly. "I love you. Goodnight."

"'Night, love you. Sleep well."

Jack trails into the bedroom and barely manages to free himself of his jeans and t-shirt, brush his teeth, and crawl into bed before sleep pulls at him. Thank God, he thinks as he goes under. Fucking finally.

When he jolts awake, his heart is racing.

"Alex?" he manages, before he's even really conscious. His body is still trying to catch up, but his mind is going a mile a minute; something bad is happening, or has happened, and Jack needs Alex, or at least needs to see his face, needs proof that he's here, needs proof that Jack is imagining things like he so often does. "Alex," he repeats, louder this time, desperation dripping from his voice. "Alex?"

Seconds later, Alex appears in the doorway. "Hey, what's up?" There must be something in Jack's face — some haunted look, something — that has Alex at his side immediately, clambering into bed and wrapping his arms around Jack. "Nightmare?"

Jack nods, and Alex pulls him closer, tighter. "Well, I can promise you it wasn't real," he says delicately, kissing the back of Jack's neck and pressing his face into Jack's skin, as if he's the one seeking comfort, when he's not.

It's Jack who needs it. Jack who needs Alex. It's so fucking stupid to need him for this, but he does anyway. "I know," Jack says in a shaky exhale. "I know, I know, thank you for coming anyway."

"Yeah, of course. I'm here for you. I'm here. Always here, babe."

"Yeah." Jack swallows. He closes his eyes, trying to soak in the comfort of Alex, but the darkness behind his eyelids brings back faint impressions of what had been one of Jack's worst nightmares yet. At this point he should know better than to fall asleep with static in his brain; it inevitably resolves into demons, shadows, monsters, the shit that lurks in the back of his mind, the shit he's worked so hard to lock up forever. He shouldn't have to deal with this anymore. Nightmares are for children, and needing to be reassured after having one is even more juvenile.

But. Fuck. He still craves it, and Alex always gives it willingly, and if Jack's going to be plagued by nightmares he might as well get something out of it.

“Feel like talking it out?” Alex murmurs. His back is flush against Alex’s front and Alex’s fingers skid over Jack’s shirt, above his stomach, gentle and methodical. Warmth, as always, traps itself between them, heating Jack’s skin.

Jack sighs. Normally he says no, but Alex always checks. Jack used to wonder why.

Tonight, though…maybe he does. Or at least he’d like to fill the the empty silence, which is starting to feel louder than his head. There are too many things in there, but maybe getting them out of his brain will fill the quiet with something other than a vacuum.

“It wasn’t even —” He shakes his head. “I mean, I don’t want to talk about the dream, but I just…”

Alex is patient, a trait he rarely displays. It’s infinitely more compelling to have Alex waiting on him when he knows Alex will always choose to race ahead and finish first. Jack takes a breath.

"It’s like," Jack mumbles, "I used to be scared by them. Like they were scary. But like, in a scary way. Obviously. I mean, fuck.” Pause. Swallow. Jack collects himself. “Like I'd cry, and all. I'd always call for my mom. She was so annoyed because sometimes I would wake up at like three in the morning and I'd have to go into my parents' room and wake my mom up." Alex shifts slightly, and Jack sinks further into his chest as some of the tension seeps out of his body. "Then I think it stopped for a little while in school, but now it's like…" He tries to pull together the scattered fragments of this thought, because he's gotten this far into it, and he wants to reach the end of it, to say it. If only to put it out there and see what Alex thinks.

Breathing deep, he tries again. "Okay. When I was younger, it was scary shit, but I always knew it wasn't real. 'Cause I didn't really know how the world worked. So I didn't know what stuff was actually gonna be scary, and my brain would just make it up. I'd get nightmares, but even while I was in the middle of one I would know that it was a nightmare. But now…I know all this bad shit about the world. Bad shit has happened to me and to people I care about. And now they're so much worse, because I can't wake up and promise myself that that would never happen in real life. Nobody can promise me that. It might happen. Some of them have happened, just not to me. But any day now, I don't know." He inhales, exhales, squeezes his eyes shut tighter. "I'm so scared now that something I've dreamt about will actually happen and then I will have literally nothing I can say. Like it's my last line of defense to say it could never happen, but if it does, then I'm fucked, you know? Not that I'm not already fucked, but I'm more fucked."

And with that he turns over, burying his face in Alex's chest because the room feels too big all of a sudden, and Alex is safety and comfort and home. Alex won't let him go. He never has.

There’s a lull. Then Alex, quietly, says, “I get that.”

Jack could cry. In this state maybe he will. He's never sure if he's making sense or talking shit, especially now, and Alex saying that he understands means the world to Jack, because sometimes Jack feels like an eight-year-old gazing in awe at his musical idol Alex Gaskarth and he wonders why Alex would ever choose Jack, would choose to love him over anyone else. It's not like their relationship is lopsided — there are things Jack can do and give that Alex struggles with — but it doesn't stop Jack feeling, sometimes, like he's not enough, like all of him and all he has to offer could never be good enough for the likes of Alex.

"It makes sense," Alex continues. Jack pulls himself back into the real world. "I wish there was something I could do. Or something I could say. I know it's not helpful to be like nightmares aren't real and you're gonna be fine. Even if that's true."

Jack swallows. "Yeah. Exactly." He curls his fingers into the cotton of Alex's shirt. "But let me ask you this: are you going to leave me?"

Alex makes a noise of distress. "What? Never."

Jack breathes out slowly. "Okay then," he whispers. "I can handle the rest as long as you’re around.”

Alex scratches lightly at Jack's scalp, sending a tingling warmth down to his neck and shoulders. "I promise to never leave you," he vows. "I can't think of anything at all that would ever compel me to."

"I didn't say never."

"Well, I did," Alex says fiercely. "Never, I'll never ever leave you, I love you way too much to leave. That would be like — like the Moon leaving the Earth's orbit."

The warmth in Jack's shoulders diffuses itself now to the rest of his body, through each limb, out to his fingertips where they rest on Alex's shirt. "You're saying you're in my orbit?"

"Of course I am," Alex says, voice soft over Jack's head. "But I love it, Jack. I've got the best seat in the house to watch you be you. Being the Moon rules."

Jack feels a laugh building up in his chest, coupled with the less oppressive heat of what he's pretty sure is love — it's what he always feels around Alex, but sometimes it's stronger, and now it's like someone's cranked the burner high and hasn't covered the flame. "I'm definitely in your orbit, not the other way around," he says.

"Nope."

"I so am."

"You're talking to a solar system expert here. I think I would know."

The laugh escapes, hot in Jack's face as it bounces off Alex's chest. After a moment of self-assessment, Jack realizes his heartbeat is back to normal, and he kicks his feet against the mattress to push himself up the bed until he can meet Alex's eyes, until their noses are almost touching.

"Thanks," he murmurs. Alex presses a kiss to his forehead.

"Anytime, my love. Always."

"What time is it?" In the commotion, he'd forgotten to look at the clock.

"Midnight, almost," Alex says, and, as if on cue, he yawns. "I was just about to come to bed anyway, so you couldn't have timed this better."

"Oh, no problem," Jack says wryly. "Glad it worked out."

Alex laughs. "Are you okay if I go get ready for bed? Six minutes?"

Jack nods. "I'm okay now," he says, sincerely. He's fine now, and the static brain from earlier is gone, and even with Alex smiling and laughing and rustling the bed sheets, Jack realizes with a start that it's quiet.

It's quiet, and Jack settles back against the pillows as he watches Alex get dressed to sleep. There's still noise, but it's not that kind of quiet. This quiet is more like peace. Jack could live in it forever, and (never, I'll never ever leave you) he just might.

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autistic-girl-academic · 3 years

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Cookie Run OCs

gdi apparently one of the cookies in cr kingdom is named licorice cookie so screw it i’m biting the bullet and posting my half-baked (ha) oc ideas now even if some of them have already been taken anyway. sorry there’s no art bc i’m terrible with digital stuff and can’t access a scanner to upload my drawings. there are almost certainly going to be more to come later because this game refuses to leave my brain.

Black Licorice Cookie: The powerfully astringent flavor of black licorice certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste - and that’s just the way Black Licorice Cookie likes it! This daredevil of a Cookie loves nothing more than testing her limits, so she’s always on the lookout for something to get her adrenaline pumping. That doesn’t mean she isn’t without her sweet side, however, which comes out most strongly when protecting her precious little sister. Get between them at your own risk!

Red Licorice Cookie (Sibling): Don’t mess with my little sis if you know what’s good for you!

Mustard Cookie (Trust): Nobody else gets me like Mustard Cookie does!

Kiwi Cookie (Friendly): Hey, I’ve got an idea for some cool bike tricks!

Roll Cake Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride in that road roller and smashing things is such a rush! WHOO!

Initially I had the mental image of her as a Cookie with a web design and a spider pet, but then Truffle Cookie came out, so now I pretty much picture her skill being that she runs a Ninja-Warrior-style obstacle course or something. Maybe her pet could be a black cat instead?

Red Licorice Cookie: Between the fruity fragrance of her signature red hair and her sweet, outgoing personality, it’s no surprise that this Cookie is so popular! Red Licorice Cookie is a champion at gymnastics with plenty of fans, and performing with the ribbon is where she shines the most. She and her older twin sister might be as different as night and day, but their bond is as strong as a thousand strands of licorice twisted together!

Black Licorice Cookie (Sibling): I’ve got the coolest big sis in the world!

Cheerleader Cookie (Trust): Cheerleader Cooke is my BFF!

Yoga Cookie (Friendly): She’s helped me train to be much more flexible for my routines.

Skating Queen Cookie (Admiration): I can’t believe I actually got her autograph!

At first I imagined her as being a sort of epic version of Cheerleader Cookie, performing double dutch with a few friends much like the cheer team. Her pet would be a charm bracelet.

Oatmeal Cookie: Every day at the crack of dawn, this dutiful cowgirl is already hard at work, keeping a watchful eye over her herd with the help of her trusty steed, Raisin. If even a single cow goes missing, Oatmeal Cookie won’t rest until she’s got them home safe and sound. The tricks she can perform with a lasso will certainly knock your socks off! And when the sun starts to set, you can hear the sound of her yodeling from far across the plains.

Peanut Butter Cookie (Family): I’m the luckiest Cookie alive to have such a beautiful gal as you...

Knight Cookie (Friendly): You sure know how to burn the breeze!

Adventurer Cookie (Friendly): Nice hat ya got there, pardner!

Space Doughnut (Tension): Hey, stop spookin’ my herd!

Her skill would probably involve dodging obstacles on her horse while catching some runaway cows, and her pet would be a cowbell.

Peanut Butter Cookie: There’s nothing better for a boost of energy than some delicious, nutritious peanut butter! And forest ranger Peanut Butter Cookie definitely needs that energy, as she spends every day traversing the woods to keep them safe. Whether she’s helping Cookies who have gotten lost find their way home or rescuing woodland critters from danger, you can always depend on Peanut Butter Cookie. She’s especially fond of younger Cookies and enjoys teaching them wilderness survival skills.

Oatmeal Cookie (Family): She and I pack each others’ lunches every day.

Pancake Cookie (Friendly): Be careful climbing trees for those Acorn Jellies, dear!

Cream Puff Cookie (Friendly): I’m sure you’ll get that spell right next time, hun.

Fig Cookie (Trust): They’re always eager for me to tell them stories.

Fire Spirit Cookie (Tension): You keep those flames away from the forest, you hear?

You can probably tell by now that I’ve put like 0 thought into any of my Cookie OC’s skills. Anyway, her pet would be a bear that she helped when it was a cub, who shows up to help her by smashing obstacles.

Coconut Cookie: The Tropical Soda Archipelago has a long history of telling stories through traditional dance. Coconut Cookie comes from a long line of those dancers, and Cookies will flock from every island to watch her perform. Crowned with a garland of bright yellow coconut blossoms, she moves with the utmost rhythm and grace. It’s said that she practices every day so that she can bring peace and good fortune to the islands.

Mango Cookie (Trust): My best friend since we were little - I remember his very first boat!

Ananas Dragon Cookie (Admiration): The Dragon honored my ancestors by praising their dances.

Soda Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride on the waves is the best, isn’t it?

Squid Ink Cookie (Friendly): Poor little thing, there’s no need to be shy.

My first thought was for her to make a sort of bubble shield out of coconut oil, like Lemonade Cookie but without the magnetic effect (maybe slower energy drain instead?) - I’m still undecided about it though. Her pet would be a bunch of coconuts who make coconut milk potions. Also, I picture her being related to Artichoke Cookie, but he’s not in Ovenbreak...YET? (pls devsis)

Honeycomb Cookie: Out in a charming little cottage atop a hill lives Honeycomb Cookie - and her many hives of Jelly Bees. Years upon years of working with the bees has allowed her to understand them so well, it’s almost as if she talks to them! If you happen to arrive on her doorstep, you can be sure that she’ll treat you to some delicious tea sweetened with honey and send you on your way with a basket of homemade treats.

Herb Cookie (Family): My cute little grandson certainly inherited the family green thumb.

Spinach Cookie (Trust): Oh, how sweet of you to bring me a basket of vegetables, dearie!

Fairy Cookie (Friendly): Ah, you’re so small I mistook you for another bee.

Matcha Cookie (Friendly): A bit of a strange one, but it’s nice to have some laughter over tea.

Not sure what her skill would be, but I think her pet would be a queen Jelly Bee that grows from a baby to an adult as you collect more jellies.

Souffle Cookie: A chef famous for turning simple Jellies into extravagant and delicious meals. Though he can come off as strict and a bit intimidating, he truly does care about creating good food for every Cookie who comes to his restaurant. Souffle Cookie is quite the perfectionist, so if a recipe doesn’t come out as planned, he tends to sulk so badly that even his fluffy chef’s hat deflates! But it never lasts long before he throws himself back into his work with renewed passion.

Sparkling Cookie (Trust): My cooking and your juice is the ultimate combination!

Sandwich Cookie (Admiration): To create such simple but delicious meals...C’est magnifique!

Mala Sauce Cookie (Friendly): Just watch, I’ll create a meal more than spicy enough to satisfy you!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie (Tension): I am NEVER using your syrup as a ‘secret ingredient’ EVER again!

Again, not sure what his skill would be, but maybe his pet could be a spoon. Sous-chef Spoon?

Rainbow Sugar Cookie: Sugar Cookie was always painfully shy and never considered herself all that important. However, everything changed when she met Rainbow Puff, a creature who begged for her help in protecting the happiness of Cookies everywhere from the wicked Dark Puffs. Bestowed with a magical wand, she becomes Rainbow Sugar Cookie, chasing away darkness with prisms of joyous light! RAINBOW...BEAM!

Pink Choco Cookie (Trust): The two of us would make a perfect team!

Wind Archer Cookie (Admiration): Wow...what an amazing warrior...

Sandwich Cookie (Friendly): She makes the best toast as a snack on the way to school!

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Rival): I won’t let a villain like you make other Cookies suffer!

Pomegranate Cookie (Tension): Why are you helping the Darkness?

Originally her name was Glitter Cookie, but then Shining Glitter Cookie got announced. In any case, she’d pretty much be an epic version of Wind Archer Cookie, fighting a big ‘boss’ monster once enough little ones were defeated with her magic.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie: Trick or treat! Wait, is it Halloween already? The answer doesn’t really matter to this young Cookie, who loves trick-or-treating so much that they never take their costume off! If you don’t have Jellies to give, then get ready for a mischievous trick! But if there’s one thing they love more than getting treats, it’s sharing them with friends, so don’t be shy and join in the fun!

Candy Corn Cookie (Trust): My bestest trick-or-treating buddy!

Devil Cookie (Admiration): WOW! What a great costume!

Apple Cookie (Friendly): Here, candy apples!

Onion Cookie (Friendly): Trick o- um, please don’t cry...

Vampire Cookie (Tension): Hey, don’t fall asleep when I’m trying to trick you!

I thought I was in the clear with this OC when we got Truffle Cookie for Halloween...but then Pumpkin Cookie was an NPC later, lol. At least the name was an easy change. Their skill would basically be like a slower version of Chestnut’s, where you go up to houses and trick-or-treat.

Candy Corn Cookie: This Cookie used to be a scarecrow who stood in the middle of a big field of candy corn. However, they wanted to travel the world, so one night they wished upon a star...and miraculously, their wish was granted! Bursting with curiosity, Candy Corn Cookie is full of questions about everything they see. They still have a habit of chasing birds wherever they go, though.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie (Trust): This ‘trick-or-treat’ thing is really fun!

Alchemist Cookie (Admiration): Wow, this Cookie knows lots of things!

Blueberry Pie Cookie (Friendly): Ooh, what’s in all these ‘book’ things?

Mocha Ray Cookie (Friendly): Cookies can really live under the sea? WOW!

Carrot Cookie (Tension): Aw, I don’t wanna go back to the farm yet!

Candy corn apparently used to be called ‘chicken feed’, so their pet would probably be a chicken. Again, not sure about the skill.

#cookie run #cookie run oc #cookie run ocs

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aaand another - “If you don’t open up that door on the count of three, I will start huffing and puffing!”

Kat was talking with Albert and Race when the front door had opened, promptly closed, and another door slammed. Looking at the clock, it was 5:30, the normal time Jack would be arriving home.

Looking at the two, she shrugged her shoulder, excusing herself before walking over to the closed bedroom door. Placing her hand on the knob, she tried turning it only to find it locked.

“Jack, you okay?”

“Leave me alone!” His voice was muffled, and it sounded as if he was underwater and tired.

Putting a hand on the door, she sighed. “Do you need anything?”

“No. Just want to be alone.”

Kat flinched at the tiredness of his voice and nodded. “Ok. Race and Albert are here if you want to talk with them.”

“I’ll be out in a bit. Just need some time to wrap my head around something.” He paused for a moment before adding, “I love you.”

She smiled, sadly. “I love you too.”

Returning to the living room, she gave the two a tight smile. “Jack okay?”

“He said he’s wrapping his head around something.” Kat mumbled, looking at Race. “If he’s not out in an hour, you can go talk to him.”

Race nodded, as Albert switched the conversation to something mindless. But Race and Kat were both concerned with the man locked in the room.

An hour later, after Albert said his goodbyes and there were promises to keep him updated on Jack, Race and Kat stood in front of the door.

“Jack?” Kat softly knocked on the door, waiting to hear a response.

The seconds that followed were painfully quiet. “Yea, Kat?”

“You doing any better?”

There were another couple of seconds of silence. “A little but not ready to come out yet.”

Kat looked at Race, tears clouding her eyes. He smiled at her before his lips stretched into a grin. “If you don’t open up that door on the count of three, I will start huffing and puffing!”

A strangled giggle escaped Kat’s mouth as she gasped at her brother-in-law. “One …..”

Silence.

“Two ….”

Silence.

“Th—-”

The door flew open, as the two of them jumped back in surprise. “You are worst than a god damn border collie.”

Both of them took a moment to look Jack over. His eyes were red from crying, his face looked as if he had aged 10 years in 8 hours, and he was overall tired.

He shuffled back to the bed before crawling into it, burying himself in the blankets and pillows. The two exchanged looks before walking into the room. Kat immediately climbed into the bed, rubbing her hand through Jack’s hair while Race stood there awkwardly, hands in his pocket, visibly upset at whatever had upset his brother.

“It was a horrible day at work.” Jack started. “It didn’t start off that way though.”

He opened his eyes, looking at Kat before patting the other side of the bed for Race. Toeing off his shoes, Race joined them on the bed as Jack reached for his hand. “Did you hear about that apartment fire in Midtown?”

Kat and Race both shook their heads. “It started about 11am. I was already in Midtown, taking photos of an exhibit that’s going to open. So I was one of the first photographers on scene and it was just bad.”

He took several deep breaths, squeezing Race’s hand and leaning into Kat’s comfort. “People were stumbling from the burning building, covered in ash and soot. People were on the fire escape but couldn’t get down until the fire department got there.”

“Was everyone okay?” Kat whispered, squeezing Jack’s other hand and leaving a kiss on his forehead.

“As far as I know, yeah.” He nodded. “But some of the photos I took are haunted. Just raw and the details are kinda burnt into my brain.”

Running a hand through his brother’s hair, Race smiled. “That’s what you’re so damn good at your job, Jack. You show the rawness of the human race and all with a camera. You don’t shy away from fear or sadness or happiness in your photos.”

Squeezing his hand, Jack gave him a half smile. “So why is this hurting you so much more than any of the other building fires you’ve covered? You’ve covered so much more tragedies than this. Why is this one staying with you?”

“There was a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than 5. She was pushed out onto the stoop of the apartment building and was too stunned to do anything - almost like she was frozen and couldn’t move. People pushed by her trying to escape but she just stood there.” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “No one stopped to help her. I was close enough so I picked her up and brought her towards the street so we were close enough for someone to find her but out of danger.”

Tears clouded his eyes, silence in the room, giving him time to work through whatever he needed to. “She has the biggest brown eyes I’ve ever seen on a little girl. She clung to me as if she knew something had happened to her family. We stood there and watched people spill out of the building, not saying anything. I didn’t even get her name.” He sighed. “Finally after like 30 minutes, her aunt came out and she gasped and yelled her name. They were reunited - tears, hugs, and rushed thank yous to me before they left. I can’t imagine what was going through her mind in those 30 mins, not knowing if her family was safe or not.”

“Oh Jack. I’m so sorry.” Kat whispered, kissing his forehead. “That’s tough, and thankfully she had you looking out for her.”

Race smiled. “It should be no surprise you did that.”

“In what way?” Jack asked, looking at his younger brother.

Chuckling, Race shook his head. “You always look for the needy, the ones that need help. You were always the first person we would go to at Medda’s - you were a best friend, brother, father-figure to everyone at that house. You were always looking out for us and protecting us, even when we were grown. It’s no wonder that little girl clung to you while she waited - she knew you were safe for whatever reason.”

“Thanks, Race.”

Squeezing his brother’s hand, Race just grinned. “Just doing my brotherly duty. Need to make sure your brain doesn’t get too big.”

“And the special brotherly moment we were just having is over.” Jack shook his head.

Race chuckled. “This version of Jack, the mopey and sad one just isn’t you and while it’s rare for it to happen, we’re always here for you. No matter what.”

Jack smiled. “Thanks for the whole huffing and puffing bit.”

“It always worked at Medda’s - figures it might work here as well.” Race shrugged with a grin.

Kat looked between the two. “What was going to happen if he got to three?”

“The door would’ve come off one way or another.” Jack chuckled. “Smalls was notorious for locking herself in a bathroom or a room so Race came up with that saying, letting whoever know that if the door wasn’t opened by 3, the door was coming down one way or another.”

Kat laughed. “Did you ever take the door down?”

“Uhhh….” Race threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Jack you wanna tell the story?”

Jack chuckled. “Smalls was being a pain in the ass and going through the typical teenager drama. She was the only girl in the house outside of Medda and Chance hadn’t arrived yet. She was in a pissy mood from the time I picked her up from school and none of my usual tricks were working to get her to chat. I must’ve pissed her off because as soon as we got home, she booked it to her bedroom and refused to come out.”

“By this time, we had perfected the phrase but Race was the only one that could pull it off perfectly. So when he gets home, he walks up to the door and does it. It’s absolute silence and no movement at all.”

Race is laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face.

Taking a deep breath, he calms himself enough to finish the story. “So I walk downstairs and tell Jack that we need to take the door off. Jack runs downstairs and gets some tools; meanwhile, Medda is just walking through the door and sees us all standing around. I clue her in just as Jack walks up the stairs and she tells us not to take the door off but just the doorknob. Well we do that and push open the door only to find Smalls passed out on the bed sound asleep.”

At that point, Jack and Race both lose it and just start laughing which then pulls Kat into laughing until they all have tears streaming down their faces.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.” Jack slapped Race on the back. “Thanks Race.”

Kat wiped her eyes from the unshed tears. “Do you feel better?”

“I do and it’s all thanks to you both.” Smiling at them, Jack shook his head. “I love you both.”

Race stood, out his shoes back on before heading for the door. “Love you too Jackie.”

“Where are you going?” Jack asked, giving a classic older brother eyebrow raise, questioning look.

Sticking his hands in his pocket, Race grinned. “Spot’s been blowing up my phone wondering where I was so I gotta go make it up to him.”

“Ugh never mind me asking.” Jack pulled a face while Race blew him a kiss.

“Love you too Jackie and Plums.” He paused grinning. “If you don’t hear from me by the morning, check all the morgues and parks for a dead body.”

Kat chuckled, shaking her head at the boy’s dramatics. “He won’t kill you, Racetrack.”

“You never know what he’ll do in a fit of passionate rage.” Race cackled hearing Jack’s obvious disgust. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Jackie!”

Pointing to the door, Jack gave Race a look. “Love you, thank you for this afternoon but get outta here! And leave your comments about your sex life to yourself! There are things that myself and Kat don’t need to know about you and Spot!”

“Why do we keep him around?” Jack looked at Kat, grinning at the scoff that came from Race’s direction.

“Our lives would be so much duller without Race and Spot in them.” Kat patted her husband’s arm. “Besides you did say Race is your favorite brother.”

Popping his head back in the room, Race grinned brightly. “See you love me and I’m your favorite.”

“I already told you I love you. Now get outta here before Spot really kills you and asks me to hide the body.” Jack shook his head at his brother’s antics. “Text me when you get home.”

“Uh huh.” Was Race’s reply before they heard the door shut a few moments later.

Cuddling into Kat’s embrace, he sighed in contentment. “Thank you for this afternoon. You knew when to give me space and when to engage Race.”

“Anytime, Jack. I’m always going to be here for you.” Kissing his forehead, she sighed. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

So this is 1905 words got a little out of control! :-) Enjoy!!

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #wide-eyed- - wonderer #asks #prompts #Racetrack Higgins #Jack Kelly #katherine pulitzer

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 5 years

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Sweetheart | a destiel fanfic

written for the @deanandcasbingo

Rating: T

read here on ao3

Why Dean ever agreed to truth or dare with this group is beyond him. They’re his best friends, which means they know every button to push to embarrass him.

“Dean! Truth or dare?” Charlie grins, her drink sloshing around in her cup as she points at him.

“Dare,” he answers, leaning back on his hands.

Charlie blinks at him for a moment before grinning mischievously. “Show us your underwear.”

Leave it to Charlie. Of course he’d chosen today to not wear his boxers. He could just say no and take a drink—they’d agreed on that if they didn’t want to answer the question or do the dare—but he’s not chickening out. Charlie knows exactly what she’s doing and Dean’s not gonna let her win.

Sighing, he sets his drink aside and stands, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He slides them down, revealing the black cotton panties he’s wearing, the lace trim hugging his waist and legs. He hears a few gasps and Charlie giggles, so he tugs his pants back up as he sits back down and grabs his drink.

“Well, don’t think I ever woulda seen that comin’,” Benny says, a mixture of shock and mirth on his face.

Dean rolls his eyes, taking a sip. “Benny, truth or dare?”

Benny snorts. “Truth, brother. Your dares are terrifying.”

Dean smirks. “Fair enough. When are you gonna marry Andrea?”

Benny blushes, ducking his head. For a moment, Dean thinks he’s going to take a drink, but then Benny inhales. “I bought a ring a couple of weeks ago. I was gonna propose when we all go to dinner next week.”

“Oh my god!” Charlie squeals, setting her drink aside and dragging Benny into a hug. Benny chuckles, hugging her back.

“She ain’t said yes yet, cher.”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “She will.”

Benny smiles, hiding it by taking a drink. “Cas, truth or dare?”

Castiel smirks. “You know I don’t do dares. Truth.”

“One of these days we’ll get you to do a dare,” Meg mutters, shaking her head.

“Alright, if you had to date someone in this room, who would it be?”

Cas doesn’t even hesitate, “Dean, easy. I’ve known him since I was four and he’s easy to live with.”

Charlie smirks. “Not to mention attractive. I’m into ladies and even I can see that.”

Castiel flushes but doesn’t say anything. It makes Dean’s heart skip a beat just imagining that Cas might feel the same way that he does.

“Meg, truth or dare?” Castiel asks, clearing his throat and turning to her.

“Truth.”

Cas smirks. “Where's the strangest place you’ve had sex?”

Meg frowns as she thinks. “The quiet floor of the library.”

Dean gapes. “At college? How? Missouri patrolled that floor like a correctional officer.”

She smirks. “Those tables in the back that were closed on three sides? Kneel under there and she won’t see you.”

“I regret asking,” Cas says, shaking his head as he takes a sip.

“Dean, you still got those truth or dare cards? My brain’s getting too fuzzy to think of things.” Charlie giggles, finishing her drink and pouring another. Dean grabs the card game from his bedroom, separating the truth and dare cards.

“Meg, you’re up,” he says, taking his seat next to Castiel and taking a sip of his own drink.

Her eyes scan the circle before landing on Jo. “Jo, truth or dare?”

Jo hums. “Dare.”

Meg grins, grabbing a bottle of vodka. “I dare you to take a body shot off of Charlie.”

Jo snorts. “Easy, gimme.” She takes the bottle from Meg, nudging Charlie onto her back. She pushes her shirt up, pouring a bit of the vodka onto Charlie’s stomach, setting the bottle aside and licking the alcohol up. Meg giggles and Gabriel wolf-whistles, much to Charlie’s embarrassment.

The longer they play and the drunker they get, the more sexual the questions and dares become. Most of the stuff they’ve already covered, like Balthazar’s penchant for threesomes—or orgies, if he can manage to convince enough people—and whether Dean spits or swallows, but a few new things get dug up.

“Garth, truth or dare?” Anael asks, smirking as Garth blushes.

“Dare,” Garth says, swaying slightly where he sits.

Anael giggles. “Do a strip tease on the coffee table.”

Dean snickers, grabbing his phone and playing Pony through the stereo in the living room. Garth whips his shirt off and climbs onto the table, grinding and gyrating his hips in ways Dean never wants to see again. Nearly everyone is dying of laughter at the obviously joking manner Garth’s dancing, but Bess’s eyes are locked on her fiancé, face flushed a bright red. Dean smiles to himself, watching her instead.

Garth and Bess are high school sweethearts that made it through all four years of college halfway across the country without a single incident. Dean admires them, if he’s being honest with himself. Their relationship is the type he strives to have one day—open and honest, where they’re best friends first and foremost. It’s basically what he has with Cas, except he doesn’t get to end his days in bed next to Castiel.

The song ends and Garth steps down from the table clumsily, grin wide as he pulls his clothes back on. Bess grins up at him, glowing from the combination of alcohol and arousal. Chuckling to himself, Dean finishes his drink and raises an eyebrow at Garth.

They continue on like that for a while. Charlie’s dared to spray whipped cream on Dean and lick it off him, so she covers his arm and licks it off, much to both Dean and Charlie’s embarrassment. Meg admits that she’s thought about being a stripper, but the creepy dudes are too much of a turn-off. They even manage to get Castiel to do a dare, though they promise it’ll be a tame one. Benny comes up with the dare, which is to show them the tattoo he’d gotten in college. He and Dean had gotten sloshed that night, and the combination of alcohol and poor young adult decision-making had led to them getting tattoos. They’re small and easily hidden by clothes, though Dean wouldn’t get rid of his for anything.

Dean and Cas had picked out each other’s tattoos. Nothing too fancy, and nothing over a hundred bucks. Dean’s ended up being just two words—Hey Jude—in blocky letters just over his right hip bone. Castiel’s was a small honeybee with a dotted path leading to a small honeycomb, just above his left hip.

No one’s ever seen that tattoo, as far as Dean knows. Well, no one in their friend group, anyway. He’s seen Castiel bring home one night stands before, there’s no doubt they’ve seen it. And, as far as Dean knows, none of their friends know the story behind their tattoos either.

Castiel rolls his eyes, leaning back against the couch and lifting his shirt up. A soft murmur runs through the group, though most of them are simply confused.

“A… bee? Why a bee?” Anael asks, head tilted to the side, her long, red hair curling down her shoulders. In another lifetime, Dean would be so interested in her, but he’s only got eyes for Castiel.

Castiel smiles, tugging his shirt down. “Not your turn. Besides, I think that’s a story I’ll keep to myself, at least for now.”

Dean can’t help but smile. He knows exactly why Castiel wants to keep that story a secret, and he can’t exactly blame him. It goes all the way back to their childhood, though no one knows the full story.

They’d met when they were four, only a few months after Dean’s mother had died. They were in the same pre-k class and Castiel had been sitting alone during recess, picking flowers in the tiny field behind the school. Dean had wandered over just in time to see a honeybee land on the back of Castiel’s hand. He’d watched the younger boy with something he can only imagine resembled fascination as Cas’s big blue eyes turned to look at him. Castiel had quietly explained that his father was a beekeeper and that he liked being around the bees, liked watching them work. It’d been an odd introduction, though Dean hadn’t known that at the time. Regardless, from that moment on, he and Castiel were inseparable.

Dean’s tattoo had come from a midnight admission almost a decade later. Uncle Bobby had bought him a guitar for his birthday and, despite everyone’s insistence that he learn something current, Dean’s first song had been Hey Jude. It was a song he remembered his mother singing to him, and one of the only pieces he had left of her that was entirely his own. He told Castiel that the night of his birthday, well after he’d locked himself in his bedroom, intent on learning the chords. It was the first time he’d cried in front of Castiel.

“Dean, truth or dare?” Cas murmurs, words a bit slurred.

Blinking away the memories, Dean clears his throat and focuses on Castiel. “Truth.”

Castiel smirks. “What were you thinking about the last time you jacked off?”

Dean flushes, immediately pouring himself a shot and knocking it back. No way in hell is he answering that, since the answer would be Castiel.

The entire group stares at him in surprise. Dean frowns, shuffling around self-consciously. “What?”

“You’ve never turned anything down before,” Charlie says, squinting at Dean.

Dean shrugs. “Give me another one, then.”

Cas hums. “What was the worst sex you’ve ever had?”

Dean snorts. “Ah, Cassie Robinson. Senior year of high school. Condom broke halfway through, I couldn't get her to come, and I swear she was trying to bite me when she was blowing me.”

Cas winces in sympathy. “Ouch.”

Charlie yawns. “We should end the game, I’m gonna pass out. Same way as always?”

The group agrees, so Charlie draws a dare card and immediately dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Go skinny dipping.”

Everyone is still for a moment, then they all file out of the living room and onto Dean and Cas’s back porch. Their pool is clean and inviting, and it’s mostly dark, save for the one light they have over the back door. They won’t really be able to see anything in the darkness of the night, so Dean strips his clothes off and is the first to jump in the pool.

By the time he surfaces, there are splashes on nearly every side of him as his friends jump into the water. He shakes the water out of his hair, grinning as someone to his left splashes him. He splashes back blindly, laughing as he hears an indignant gasp from his left. It’s so dimly lit that he can only make out shadows, but soon there’s water splashing in every direction as all of his friends join in with loud, drunken laughter.

Eventually, he hops out and grabs a stack of towels from the pool shed. He dries himself off with one and leaves the rest on the deck, tugging his jeans on as everyone else climbs out of the pool.

“Okay, definitely bedtime,” Charlie mumbles, yawning.

Dean chuckles, heading inside and dragging every spare pillow and blanket in their house into the living room. Everyone files inside and they all pick an area of the floor, rearranging the blankets and pillows until everyone is comfortable. It’s a relatively tight squeeze, but they’ve all been close since at least college, so it’s not even slightly uncomfortable. At least, it wouldn't be, if Castiel wasn’t laying so close that Dean can practically hear his heartbeat. Resigning himself to his fate, he rolls onto his side and tries to fall asleep.

The next thing he knows, he’s waking up in a pool of his own sweat. It feels like there’s a space heater directly against his back, so he tries to move away from it. It’s only then that he realizes it’s a person behind him, one who has an arm slung around Dean’s middle. Dean lifts the arm up gently and tries to shift away, though whoever it is cuddling him clearly doesn’t like that. They whine quietly and snuggle closer to him, replacing their arm around his waist. A light kiss is placed to the back of Dean’s neck by a pair of very chapped lips. That would’ve given away who it was if they hadn’t decided to speak.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Cas murmurs, his words still slurred and his arm tight around Dean’s waist.

Sweetheart? What the hell? He’s been living with Cas for almost six years now, and Cas has never called him sweetheart before. He can hear Cas’s breath even out behind him, followed by nearly silent snoring.

“Sweetheart?” Charlie mumbles groggily. He can’t see her in the darkness of the living room, but he can picture the face she’s making perfectly. Half curious, half insulted.

“We’re not dating, Charlie. I don’t know why he said that. Maybe he was dreaming I was someone else.”

Charlie snickers and Dean can hear her shuffling around. “Or he’s really drunk and his inhibitions are down.”

Dean rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother responding. It’s far too early in the morning to dwell on Cas’s misspoken word, so Dean just closes his eyes and tries to fall back asleep. It takes a while—obviously, Cas’s arm is around Dean’s waist, no way is he forgetting that quickly—but eventually, he manages it.

The next time he wakes, it’s to stifled laughter from his friends. He rubs his eyes, blinking against the sunlight coming in through the patio door. There’s still an arm slung around his waist and soft breaths tickling the back of his neck. He doesn’t want to move but the giggling continues and he’s intensely curious what it’s about.

“Well, good morning to the happy couple,” Meg smirks, sipping from her mug as she meets Dean’s gaze. “Take it you two slept well?”

Dean blinks at her in confusion. “Me? What’re you talking about?”

Meg snorts, motioning to where Cas’s arm is still wrapped around his waist. Dean glances down at his arm, then back up at Meg, more confused than he’d been before. “Me and Cas? No way, he doesn’t like me that way.”

Charlie giggles. “He called you sweetheart last night.”

“Y’all coulda just told us you were datin’,” Benny says, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. “You two have been makin’ eyes at each other for years now, none of us would’ve been surprised.”

Dean scoffs, though it’s mostly to distract from the blush on his cheeks. “Making eyes? I have never once made eyes at anyone, much less Cas.”

Castiel whines, nuzzling against the back of Dean’s neck. “Shhh, too early.”

Charlie grins. “Too early, huh? That why you called Dean sweetheart last night?”

Cas mumbles incoherently and Dean thinks he might’ve fallen back asleep until he goes rigid against Dean’s back and quickly withdraws his arm. “I what? I didn’t say that.”

Jo laughs. “You definitely did, I heard it too.”

Castiel shuffles away and sits up, rubbing his eyes. “Must’ve been asleep.”

Dean can’t help the way the statement hurts his heart. He’d sort of been hoping that it’d been a high-alcohol, low-inhibitions moment where Castiel had admitted his feelings. Of course he couldn’t be so lucky.

“Right, so who wants breakfast? We stocked up on eggs and bacon,” Dean says, making his way out of the blanket pile on the floor. He heads straight to the kitchen, not even waiting for an answer from the group. He gets coffee brewing before digging out the eggs and bacon from the fridge.

No one joins him in the kitchen, which is weird. Normally everyone would crowd into the kitchen and they’d all chat while Dean made breakfast. This is so far from normal that it’s kinda freaking Dean out.

“Dean?”

Dean breathes a sigh of relief, turning to glance at Castiel. “Hey, Cas. I was gettin’ a little lonely in here.”

Castiel smiles softly. “Well, I’m happy to keep you company.” He leans against the counter and watches Dean cook, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I don’t remember saying that, and I didn’t mean for us to end up sleeping the way we did.”

Dean waves a hand at him, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, Cas. It’s all good.”

Cas hums. “They think we’re secretly dating.”

“Yeah, I heard,” Dean laughs, shaking his head. “Weird, right?”

Castiel hesitates, which makes Dean frown.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

Cas shrugs. “No, I mean, you’re right, it is a little weird.”

“You don’t think it’s weird,” Dean reiterates, his voice a mixture of wonder and confusion. Has Castiel really had feelings for him for a while? “You like me?”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “Of course I like you, I wouldn’t live with you if I didn’t.”

Dean narrows his eyes. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. Do you have feelings for me?”

Castiel hesitates, which should be more than enough of an answer, but Dean wants to hear him say it. Eventually, Castiel caves and ducks his head, a blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—mmph!”

Dean cuts him off with a kiss, pulling Castiel flush against him. His lips are chapped but so soft and pliant against Dean’s that he keeps kissing him. Cas’s arms wind around Dean’s neck and it’s like the icing on the cake.

At least, it would’ve been if the smell of burning eggs hadn’t reached them at that exact moment. Dean pulls away with a gasp, spinning on the spot and switching the burner off, moving the pan of charred eggs to the back burner. He slips the bacon, shooting Castiel a cheeky grin. “Well worth the burnt eggs, I think.”

Castiel rolls his eyes but there’s a fond smile on his lips. It makes Dean’s stomach roll in the best way, so Dean pulls him into another kiss.

“I suppose I can’t disagree,” Castiel says with a smile, kissing the corner of Dean’s mouth.

“Took you two long enough,” Gabriel says from the doorway, snickering when he startles both Dean and Cas. Dean rolls his eyes, throwing a hand towel at him.

“Get outta here, man!”

They can hear Gabriel cackling as he heads back to the living room. There’s a moment of silence, followed by loud cheers from their group of friends, undoubtedly because Gabriel had just told them he’d caught Dean and Cas making out in the kitchen.

“That’s… disturbing. Have they really been waiting that long to see us together?” Castiel murmurs, eyes still on the doorway where Gabriel had been.

Dean shrugs, kissing Cas’s temple before returning his attention to the stove. “Maybe. I know I have.”

Castiel hums, leaning against the counter and smiling softly. “Well, I’m glad my sleep and alcohol-addled brain exposed me, then.”

Dean laughs, leaning over to kiss him gently. “Me too.”

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beerecordings · 4 years

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What if one of the boys got amnesia? -Bird anon

oh my gosh i’ve actually thought about amnesiac Marvin a lot lol i think i started a fic once about Jameson like getting into his dreams and trying to make him remember. but yes that’s a really interesting idea!! like imagine Jackie slams his head one night while he’s out on patrol and when he wakes up he’s just - no memory. nothing. doesn’t know his own name. and he’s standing in this abandoned warehouse wondering what the hell is going on, so concussed he can barely stand up straight, desperately trying to remember anything.

he’d probably get his phone out and call whoever he texted last, someone call JJ. they pick up but there’s nothing but silence on the other end and he just starts crying so hard JJ knows something is wrong and hurries off to find him and help. it would throw their family into complete disarray - Jackie is the leader, and in some ways the strongest of all of them, and now he just doesn’t remember?? any of them?? anything?? doesn’t even know who Anti is???? it’s stressful to Jackie. he knows they expect something from him, but doesn’t even remember the person they want him to be.

Marvin would be dangerous without his memory, freaked the hell out and seeing enemies on every side. someone must have done this to him, right? his emotions run wild and he’s forgotten how to control his magic - he’s screaming and casting without meaning to, and then a stranger in a red hood is grabbing him to pin him down, and a doctor in a mask shoves a needle into his neck, and then he’s drifting. it would take him days to come to trust them again and everyone, Marv included, would be distraught. he’s quite proud and he’d be so humiliated by having lost everything he used to know and having to rely on everyone around him to tell him everything. but he grows very fond of Chase and JJ very quickly, which helps.

Henrik I can imagine losing his memory to protect himself from trauma, and it just leaves him so fucking numb. maybe he’s even dissociated enough to lose track of what’s going on for a while before, but then one night he’s just out with Chase or something and gets triggered and his exhausted brain just goes “nope” and blocks everything out. Chase looks over and suddenly Henrik doesn’t know him anymore - he’s just sitting there staring at him, his face white, terrified but unable to even respond properly. Chase drags him home, trying to be very very gentle with him, reassuring him his memories will come back soon - they have to, don’t they? everything Henrik knows and loves can’t just be wiped away, right? - but they just... don’t. he doesn’t know him.

Meanwhile Chase I think we just go missing for a few days and the others would be losing it with worry. did Anti kidnap him? or someone else, thinking he was Jack? or maybe he just couldn’t keep going anymore and he’s already gone? and then THANK GOD after days of patrolling for him Jackie finds him just wandering the streets, phone and wallet missing, beat to shit and exhausted and too terrified to go to the hospital. he bursts into tears as soon as he sees Jackie because he thinks he’s his twin and he lets him bring him home and wrap him up in a blanket and take care of him for a while. but Chase is just in hysterics and so low on dopamine he’s sleeping like fifteen hours a day. but Marvin’s got a good idea!! you know what’s most likely to make him remember in all the world? they call Stacy up and fifteen minutes later Chase is staring at these two little kids he doesn’t even recognize. And Izzy crawls up on his chest - he’s too exhausted to even sit up, but he reaches out to hold her steady - and she lies down to snuggle with him and whispers “I missed you, Daddy,” but he doesn’t even know who she is and he feels so much guilt he can’t even look at them and he locks himself in the bathroom for the rest of the day, throwing up and trying to find medicine to take too much of. he would not handle it well, but his brothers would all spoil him rotten, for what it’s worth.

Jamie, meanwhile, Jamie would switch between being absolutely ferocious and completely “please fucking protect me” terrified. he has spent his whole life being manipulated and he kind of wants to bite anyone who tries to touch him, but he can TELL that something is missing, that he should remember somebody, that there was somebody friendly and warm nearby and he wants them back but there is also someone dangerous and he knows it. so one day he threatens to melon-scoop Chase’s eyes off and goes sprinting off to hide with Marvin, but then the next day he’s sure Marvin’s going to kill him and he won’t let go of Jackie’s hand. I think he would respond really well to Jack himself - Jameson really likes his energy cause Jack isn’t as freaked out by this as the others (he’s walked all of them through waking up with no memory, he can do this too and he’s very calm even when Jameson’s angry) so maybe he goes to live with Jack for a while and the space really helps him. eventually Jackie starts taking him out to get in fights and it helps Jameson’s brain assign good guys and bad guys more easily, so he gets the chance to trust the others again.

Here, I found a snippet from that old wip about amnesiac Marvin! never going to finish it so you can check it out if you want

Blue dreams in halves and segments and slivers, looking at the sun through his fingers, scared to get burned.

He is magic more than mortal and he remembers it in his sleep, when joy surrounds him as an aurora the earth, and he sees the others before him, haloed in gold. He doesn't remember their names anymore, but still he knows them, knows their eyes, knows the joy in their faces. The word “family” is imprinted deep, deep on his heart, though it has been deeply scared over.

His master saw to that.

Still, in dreams in halves and segments and slivers, slivers, slivers of the man he used to be, he sees them.

There are four of them who are both familiar and unfamiliar, but only the three of them sit around him. Sometimes he cannot make out their faces, but there are flashes – the scarred smile of the head of the table, a hood drawn over his shadowed eyes, the worn, steady fingers of a man with icy blue eyes but warmth in the curve of his mouth, the dappling of freckles across the face and shoulders of the younger one, perhaps older than Silver, but not by much. He is the one who speaks, rapid and loud, a smile on his mouth most days, though sometimes the exhaustion that sits on his body is so heavy he seems to be an old man.

“One year older,” he says tonight. “Blow out the candles, dude!”

Blue blinks and adjusts in his seat, looking down to find a cake set in front of him, decorated with a single candle, flickering like a wave on its tiny wick.

He blows out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” asks the younger man.

“Oh,” says Blue. “I forgot to wish.”

Across from him, the other head of the table has slumped over onto the table. Tears run down onto the wood.

“I can't find him!” he cries. “I can't find him! Where has my brother gone?”

“Well, that was stupid,” laughs the younger man, still looking at Blue. He doesn't notice the weeping at his side. “Come on, you got to have some wish. It's your birthday – ”

He tries to say a name, but the word comes out distorted, as though it were spoken underwater, and Blue can't make it out.

Doctor blinks his cold blue eyes, adjusting his glasses and staring too intensely at Blue, who squirms under his gaze. He knows, somehow, that he's a healer, but there is very little else he remembers about him. Sometimes he catches a whiff of coffee off his clothes or looks over to see terror in his face or, at the sight of him, feels his chest flood with affection, but he does not know his name or what he means.

He just misses him.

You are not allowed to miss them, you are not allowed to think of them, look me in the eyes and listen, no one is looking for either of you!

“I hate these dreams,” he says, as the loud one continues to speak and the hooded one continues to cry and the doctor continues to look at him. “I always forget everything as soon as I wake up anyway.”

He gets to his feet and his vision flickers, revealing halves and segments and slivers: the flowers outside the house that he somehow knows are forget-me-nots, the bed upstairs that he somehow knows has constellation-patterned covers and sheets, a bracelet on the wrist of the boy in the hood that he somehow knows he gave him –

He isn't allowed to think about this. He isn't allowed to remember, no matter how much he wants to. He has to wake up. Steeling himself, he recognizes that the dream is a dream and he tries to wake himself up, distancing himself from the figures at the table around him as he always does, drifting back towards the darkness –

Silver grabs his shoulders. Blue screams.

Silver is the apparition that appears only at the very edges of awakeness, where the monster does not wander. Silver is always black and white, always clutching a clock in his hand, but the only thing Blue can ever see of his face are those two grey eyes, glowing with power, alive with determination.

Releasing his shoulders, Silver strikes three fingers against the palm of his other hand and touches his thumb and –

And Blue wakes up.

Panting.

Clutching at his heart with one hand.

At his hair, chopped short, with the other.

“Oh,” he whispers to himself, trying not to cry.

Banish the memories. Forget them. Stop trying to remember. There's no one looking for you anyway.

“Anti!” he calls, dragging himself to his feet. “I had another dream!”

His brother's voice drifts from the other room. “Of the strangers holding you captive?”

“Yes, please make it go away!”

The monster appears before him, mostly human today, though not quite. Its hands are wrong and it is losing a great deal of blood, enough that a mortal thing would be dead, or at least bothered.

“Don't worry,” says Anti, falling to its knees – knees, are those knees? Why are there so many joints? – beside him. “I'll make it all go away. Of course I will. I'll make sure the bad men never find you, little one.”

He kisses Blue gently on the mouth and drags him back under his spell, resisting the urge to murder the little nuisance before he gets out of hand.

No, he needs Marvin for a minute longer. Just a little while longer. Just a little while longer.

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yyrz · 5 years

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meet me halfway to your heart

note: part 1 of the sorta sequel of tear the walls down, don't be stupid that i wrote for mmjr week 2018!

weird characterizations, quirkswap au and momojirou abound! anyway here are the who’s who:

bakugo - momo todoroki - tokoyami deku - kirishima jirou - ashido kaminari - tsuyu aoyama - shouji kouda - shinsou sato - sero ojiro - hagakure uraraka - iida

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It starts with an announcement.

“Cultural Festival preparations. Go wild.” Aizawa’s monotone voice didn’t echo like it usually does after an announcement, if only because most everyone erupts in cheers over ideas that they’d like for 1-A to do for the supposed festival the very moment Aizawa’s hand signaled the end of his part of the discussion. Iida and Bakugo are up front in that instant (as Aizawa slinks into his small corner, ignoring the chaos around him), all the while getting everyone to settle accordingly (to no avail, rambunctious as class A was).

Class A is loud in the mornings, a fact only strengthened by the amount of complaints Iida gets from other classes in other buildings about the noise levels that come from their classroom. Even their dorm is no exception — they’ve already decided to set up a mailbox for complaints that Iida and Bakugo have to go through each night. It isn’t a pretty sight to see them, both president and vice-president, hunched over mountains of papers of other students telling them to keep their explosions and general ruckus down.

They were apparently noisier than the support students, which was saying a lot.

But really, it’s to be expected from a class housing Yaoyorozu and her infamous temper — which is the lead cause for all the noise from their side of the school, along with the antics that follow her around.

And because of that (and more), Kyouka’s glad she doesn’t have Ashido’s quirk, especially in moments like this. But then, watching her classmates stand and pull attention to themselves, watching the pink-haired girl effectively make everyone look at her, Ashido is also one of the louder students of their class, so really, it feels like her little thought means nothing.

Well, Kyouka can be loud too, but only on topics that carry her interest.

A festival barely touches any of her hobbies. Well, not yet. She isn’t about to bring up the one idea swimming in her head though, so she simply listens to her classmates and their increasingly absurd activities instead.

“Maid cafe!”

“Who said that??”

Everything (from shouting to chatting to ignoring ideas) ends with Aizawa’s pronouncement that they’ll likely have a seminar if a decision hasn’t been made until the next time they talk about it. So it could be tomorrow, or three weeks later. Even on the day of the festival itself, if they dare test Aizawa. Faces fall at the thought of having a seminar. Even Bakugo frowns, and he had the strangest idea to have a study session .

Hours after the fact, everyone’s still raving about what they might want to do, groups holding their own brainstorming session in hopes of finding that one idea to rule them all. Kyouka’s group (that is, her, Ashido and Kaminari) have ventured to watching Herotube videos, making do with vine compilations that they can maybe try? For the festival?

Her friends are idiots.

You’re an idiot too, you know. Her brain supplies, unhelpfully, as they watch a certain dish soap video for the seventh time in a row. Kaminari and Ashido have taken to quoting it, and with Kaminari’s perpetually straight face, it becomes all the more hilarious a sight.

They could do that. A comedy show.

In English? Nah. Bad idea.

Unless you tell Present Mic and not Aizawa-sensei?

Still, Kyouka laughs at their antics, making sure to loop the video again — maybe watching it one more time will give them an idea?

It doesn’t but at least they’re having fun.

ii.

Surprisingly, it’s Shinsou who gives them the much needed push to settle on a mini-concert slash rave, walking by just as the trio watch David question why Johnny has nineteen bottles of dish soap, with Johnny retaliating that David should mind his own business, that it’s his life (damn). Kyouka notices Kaminari fidget in his seat when Shinsou points at the autoplay thumbnail, where they can see purple and pink strobe lights flash across after hovering over said thumbnail.

Ashido brightens up at that idea at once, and she wastes no time in roping half the class into agreeing on it. Her enthusiasm encourages most of them at least — Kyouka’s certainly enthralled by how hyperactive Ashido’s become with the idea of a concert.

Actually, she’s giddy in her seat as well. Her idea is given form (verbalized by both Shinsou and Ashido), and Kyouka makes it a point to share her own thoughts that she’s well aware can help them with their show.

Kyouka adores music, what with her musician parents and their currently touring band ( The Alien’s , all five members pink-faced and ready to take on the younger generation with their post-punk pop/rock hybrid style). Kyouka would be with them, mashing keyboards and strumming guitars, but she’d rather be a hero.

The class erupts once more in cheers, but now with the goal of performing for their schoolmates in mind.

This is actually the beginning of the end for Kyouka, but she doesn’t know about that just yet.

iii.

“So we need to pick people for the band,” Ashido says three days after their disastrous homeroom planning, two nights after the decision to showcase a mini-concert (courtesy of one perpetually sleepy Shinsou, who’s currently nursing a baby kitten in his arms), twirling one of her jacks between her fingers as she mumbles, deep in thought. Kyouka only half-listens to her friend, watching some sort of commotion happening within the kitchen instead, attention span stolen while Ashido continued to murmur about a song she’d like someone to hear.

Said someone is probably asleep in her own room, but really, Hagakure has always been an early sleeper compared to the rest of Class A. Something about having gotten used to her schedule at home, where she’d honed her body to a rigid timetable because of her dedication to her martial arts.

Maybe that’s why Ashido’s so smitten with Hagakure.

Said commotion, meanwhile, is really just a shouting Yaoyorozu, berating one of the boys because they touched that one cup she used that came all the way from France… or so she had said. Kyouka doesn’t know really the specifics of it other than they aren’t allowed to touch that one cup (but then someone touched that one cup and now, Yaoyorozu’s rage is an eruption waiting to happen).

Which is curious, because by this point she should be thoroughly done with the boys and cursing at them or crushing them beneath the soles of her sneakers, instead of just mildly talking to them.

Okay, well, shouting is definitely not mild in anyway, but considering who was shouting, it was still a subdued reaction.

Well, whatever. All Kyouka knows is that Yaoyorozu is pretty. She’s pretty when she’s angry, she pretty when she’s not. She just a very pretty girl that Kyouka’s been staring at for the past thirty minutes now, without ever knowing that her eyes have glazed over and her lips have turned into a smile not quite different from her usual ones.

Oh geez, she can feel her cheeks heating up just from thinking about it. That Yaoyorozu’s pretty? Yes, that’s it brain. That Yaoyorozu’s really pretty. Now stop that.

Ashido nudges her, and when Kyouka glances back, clutching her poor side from Ashido’s pointy elbow, she sees the girl wiggling her eyebrows. And really, Ashido only does that when she’s teasing… oh, oh great, was she that obvious?

“You kinda are,” Ashido tells her, laughing as Kyouka’s face brightens three more shades of red, unknowingly having said that out loud, “but also your heartbeat speeds up like crazy when you’re looking at Yaomomo, you know?” She pokes one of her jacks for emphasis, where it’s haphazardly laying beside Kyouka, slithering away now that it’s been caught red-handed.

Jeez.

Kyouka lets out a frustrated sigh, thumping her chest for betraying her like that. It only makes Ashido laugh even more, leaning into Kyouka’s space. Her earphone jacks proceed to poke the poor girl while they both watch as Yaoyorozu quiets down with the promise of a new tea cup, courtesy of the ever brooding Todoroki.

As the boys cheer for their savior, Kyouka’s mind screeches to a halt. Something in their interaction makes Kyouka frown, and the girl beside her shifts her weight, staring at their two recommended students.

“Can you imagine Kyouka? Yaomomo and Todoroki together?”

She mulls over it for a moment. Not that she needs to. “Them? Not really? I mean, Todoroki’s just so… Todoroki and Yaomomo’s—”

“The sun, the stars and the moon of my life that I wouldn’t want to be snatched away by the master of darkness?”

“Mina!”

“Kyouka!” And she’s once again laughing, while Kyouka’s holding her head in her hands. Defeated. Utterly bested. She’s usually just as hyperactive herself but when paired with Ashido, her own personality dips down because Ashido was a force of nature that no one should ever try to face on their own.

Flustered, Kyouka huffs at Ashido, turning their conversation back to their first topic. A not-so-subtle change that Ashido allows, even as her eyebrows are still wriggling in Kyouka’s direction, victory prevalent from the smirk on her face.

“Shouldn’t you look for members for the band? We still need a drummer and a pianist remember?” Kyouka says a little too loudly, an attempt to drown out Ashido’s still giggling reaction.

It works, at least, because Kirishima’s head appears from behind the sofa upon hearing that, pointing his chin to this left, “Oh hey, if you’re looking for a drummer, Bakugo here knows how to play!”

And like a rehearsed set, the demure Bakugo lifts up his own head, immersion with his book broken by Kirishima having called his name, “Ah, yes, I wanted to learn to play the drums. It’s nothing much, really.”

Bakugo playing the drums was something they couldn’t imagine, not from the soft-spoken teen. But his smile is far too wide to be kidding (and anyway, he was too honest to lie), so Kyouka thinks that she’d like to see him play a song. Maybe later, when he isn’t so busy with his book.

“And there you have it! Just a pianist and we’re all set!”

Todoroki appears behind Ashido as she all but shouts, having fled the kitchen where Yaoyorozu was making a new cup to nurse her growing disinterest of everything that’s been going on around her. Probably? Kyouka’s attention (yet again stolen) is spent looking at Yaoyorozu’s movements, fluid and practiced, so she doesn’t hear Todoroki’s words until Ashido’s (again) shouting.

“Yaomomo! You can play the piano?”

Kyouka watches as Yaoyorozu’s hand stills above her cup, eyes flaring with annoyance.

“You dipshit,” is the only thing she says, looking straight at Todoroki as he hums, ignoring how Yaoyorozu’s hands have started to pop out small explosions.

And yet, ever the brave soul that he was, Todoroki ignores those said sounds as he settles beside Ashido. “Dark Shadow and I are in agreement — broaden your horizons and engage with this class once in a while,” he pauses for a beat, before adding, “Plus, you’ve been complaining about those lessons for years. At least let me have the enjoyment of hearing your ‘supposed’ skill.”

“Why you!”

The back and forth that occurs between Todoroki and Yaoyorozu is nothing short of awe-inspiring. In one way, everyone knew that they’ve been friends even before coming to U.A., and as well as being recommended students, were closer than any one of them could be. But in another, watching Todoroki brush off all of Yaoyorozu’s angry cursing towards him is a brave enough story to feature on a daytime show. It’s just that amazing.

Or maybe it’s because he keeps on saying he wants to ascend to the heavens (or some other metaphor for death) and Yaoyorozu’s probably the only person who can do that. Kyouka’s not sure what’s going on in Todoroki’s mind anyway.

“It’s at that moment when she found out that she was fu— oh wait, cursing is Yaomomo’s thing.”

Someone slipped to sit beside her, with Ashido having left her seat in favor of bothering Yaoyorozu, who, in turn, is pestering Todoroki (who had been pulled out of his seat during Kyouka’s little daydreaming) about ‘spilling the beans’ of her apparent knowledge of piano playing.

“Who are you talking to Kaminari?”

“The audience.”

Kaminari sticks out his tongue to point at their door, left ajar by Uraraka as she fled the scene before anyone could coerce her into joining any dancing committee. Which is too bad, because Kyouka knows Ashido would have liked to see everyone dance.

Well, Ashido will be pulling Uraraka back soon. Ashido will be pulling everyone into their performance soon enough.

For now, she focuses on how weird her friend is and how pretty Yaoyorozu is.

iv.

Yaoyorozu’s phone rings in the middle of class one day.

Everyone stops doing what they’ve been doing, hearing a soft, classical tune (of Gymnopedie No. 1, Kyouka will find out after a little research) suddenly playing within their classroom. Kyouka’s gaze wanders towards Yaoyorozu, because that’s where Ashido’s looking at, and people trusted her hearing enough to know that she’s intrigued at hearing something so… calming coming from their explosive classmate.

Yaoyorozu huffs, looking at the screen of her (very expensive) phone, muttering a curse before answering it.

Good thing Aizawa’s not in the room.

“Good morning, mother.”

It’s… shocking to hear her speak so politely.

Kyouka’s eyes sweep their room, and looking around, notice everyone gaping and slack jawed towards Yaoyorozu’s direction. Except for Todoroki, who’s expression was more subdued (though Kyouka can see the subtle smirk on his face, as if he’s expecting something).

“Yes mother, no mother I didn’t take out the battered jeans. Hm, no mother, I’m not going to that party. Yes mother, I know he’s asking but I don’t want to go up to those fu— fudging people.” And it’s also shocking to hear her censor herself. Half of the class is looking at Yaoyorozu like she’ll flip her table over their heads any minute now. But she doesn’t, because it looks like she’s engrossed in her conversation.

“Who told you that? Oh, oh , the son of— I see. Thank you mother. I’ll make sure to thank him for that. Yes, yes, I love you too. Please send me that new set you bought from Italy. Uh-huh, the black with golden outlines. Sure mother, I will.”

And when she sets down her phone, she whips her head to her seatmate, seething.

“Did you seriously just tell mother that I’m playing for your shitty band?”

Todoroki, for all this posturing about not having emotions, allows his smirk to grow — and for the first time in their months together, class A bore witness to a teasing Todoroki Shouto.

“Yes.”

Yaoyorozu blinks, dumbfounded. Everyone’s expecting an explosion, but it never comes. “That settles that!” Ashido shouts just to break the silence that’s filled the room, and everything around Kyouka devolves into chaos.

All she can think about is how Yaoyorozu’s red in the face. Whether from embarrassment or anger (or something else entirely that she doesn’t want to address), Kyouka doesn’t know.

Yaoyorozu’s addition to the band completes the set.

So they start practicing.

Fortunately, (and apparently, based from what information they can gather from Todoroki), Yaoyorozu can’t really turn down a request from her mom, after having been allowed to go to UA for her schooling. It was a compromise, he said, though the details were kept secret even from him.

Dark Shadow zoomed in and out of her peripheral, adding little snippets of stories about the three of them growing up.

It’s weird to hear them from Dark Shadow, of all… people?, but the stories paint Yaoyorozu in a better light than how they all thought of her during their first few weeks together.

Dark Shadow’s stories make Kyouka imagine what it would’ve been like to grow up with Yaoyorozu. She can’t seem to get it out of her head, tales of blasting a guest’s face because they insulted Todoroki, hiding behind cupboards to evade tutors, running from their parents to avoid etiquette lessons but failing and going through with it anyway , because they were heirs to their family legacies and it was expected of them.

Compared to her own upbringing, filled with music and constant praise for her various hobbies.

She wonders, not for the first time, if it was lonely living like that. During the days Todoroki and Dark Shadow weren’t with her and she’d have to accept the inevitable as the heiress of a large conglomerate.

Then again, when explosions rock the foundation of their dorm, the thought flies away. Yaoyorozu has always been in charge of her own life, regardless of everything. Maybe that's why she's in a hero school now, training to be number one instead of trudging through a management course.

Maybe that’s why Kyouka's so enamored with the girl, who pushes towards whatever she wants, doing what she has to in order to achieve it. That Yaoyorozu isn't just a pretty face and a powerful quirk — that her drive to be the best pulls in the everyone around her, including Kyouka —

wait a minute.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #momojirou #yaoyorozu momo #jirou kyouka #i was considering tagging other characters to but i didn't #yyrz.fic

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She had a sister.

// While investigating an unusual murder the boys find out Charlie has a younger sister which just so happens to be the reader.

This will be a series so be prepared for more parts.

Paring: Eventual Jack x Reader.

Warnings: Mild swearing, some blood. Nothing unusual for supernatural.

Credit: to the creators of the gifs I've used. You guys are amazing.

(I know I’ve been gone a while, somethings have happened in my life but everything has been sorted and I’m back to write more stories for you guys. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing)

College was rough. At only 19, you were on your last year. Apparently the Middleton family had brains. From what you knew, your sister had a high IQ as well. You would have finished university a few years ago had you not taken some time off to 'find yourself.' Whatever that means.

Being dumped in the foster system as a baby meant that you sometimes struggles making any connections with people. You had always closed yourself off and stayed quiet as some form of protection. Everyone you loved either died or left. You had never been in a home with a real family for longer than a month. They told you that your intelligence frightened them but you had started to doubt that a long time ago.

When you finished high school at 12, you were set to go to college and for a month, you did. You tried to block out your emotions but loneliness always crept in so you stopped your education for a while. At 14, you tried again but there was no point. You didn't feel connected to anything you were doing.

At 18 once you had left the foster system, you had managed to afford an apartment with the money your family had left you but you weren't rich by any means so you had a room mate.

Nina Kelly was a sweet, kind girl and she had managed to form a friendship with you when you thought you were incapable for being liked. She was the one that convinced you to go back to college and this time it stuck. She was the same age as you and you had been studying law together, but you had managed to surpass her by a few years. Unlike most, she wasn't jealous. Only ever supportive.

So imagine your shock at finding her cold, dead body on the floor of your apartment after coming back from classes last night. You were devastated.

Maybe it was you. Perhaps you were cursed.

It sure felt that way.

Since your apartment was an active crime scene and you had already been questioned by officers, you were staying in a run down hotel room. And the last thing you had been expecting was a knock on your door so early in the morning. Not that it woke you up. You hadn't even bothered to change out of your bloodstained sundress dress, let alone think about sleeping.

With a heavy sigh, you heaved your body from the floor by the side of your bed and walked over to the door, pulling the handle down and opened it slightly to reveal two men you had never seen before. One extremely tall and the other a good amount shorter but still taller than you.

When the figured you weren't planning on speaking, they looked at you through the small crack and the shorter one began to talk. “Y/N Middleton?”

“Depends on whose asking.” Your phone had been blowing up all day with news outlets wanting a story on the mystery murder of your best friend. The last thing you wanted was to be questioned by someone wanting to make a entertainment out of your misery.

“FBI. I'm detective Mercury and this is my partner detective May.”

They both pulled two badges out of their pockets and flashed them in your direction. Maybe not the best idea. You were smart, from a mile away you could see how ridiculously wrong they had gotten certain aspects of the badge. Granted most people could probably be fooled by it but not you.

“Okay, first of all, Mercury and May? As in Freddie Mercury and Brian May from Queen?” Their jaws dropped and you couldn't help but question why. Did they think you wouldn't be able to crack their code? Or hadn't they expected someone so young to know classic rock bands? Either way you weren't in the mood for their bullshit. You were already having a rough day. “And secondly, those are so fake. Go away.”

Just as you were about to slam the door in their faces, a foot came between the crack and forced it open. Both men's eyes widening when they caught sight of your tired eyes and the dry blood on your skin and dress. You were a mess and you knew it but you didn't count on company so soon.

“Okay Carrie...” How original. “we're just here to help, that's all.”

“Oh please, if you wanted to help you would leave me alone.” Gathering they weren't leaving, you took a step back as they walked in and you sat on the edge of your bed.

“Excuse my brother, he seems to have forgotten his manners but I'm Sam and this is Dean...” Why did those names seem so familiar to you? “we're just trying to help, we know all about Nina but we want to hear from you what happened. We're not trying to cause any trouble for you or anyone in this town, we're trying to prevent it.”

Though your mind was telling you to stay away from these people, you felt as though you could trust them. The sincerity in the taller one's eyes filled you with the comfort that you had been missing for as long as you could remember so reluctantly you looked in their direction and nodded your head along.

“Okay... what do you want to know?”

After a few questions about what was happening that night, any strange behaviour, any one who would want to harm Nina and the rest of the random bullshit you had already answered to the real cops, a question came up that immediately grabbed your attention. “Did you smell sulphur at all?”

“How did you know that?” For the first time that morning, genuine curiosity flickered across your face. “I tried to tell the cops but they said it was nothing.” By the looks on their faces, it most definitely was not nothing. They looked at each other and sighed, turning towards the door.

“Hey! I was talking to you, I have a right to know what's going on.”

Just when you thought they were going to leave, the two brothers stopped abruptly and turned in your direction. The taller one, who seemed to be the sweeter out of the two, looked at you with sad eyes. Great. You had been given that luck your entire life and just when you had gotten rid of it, someone else in your life had to die to return it to everyone's face. This isn't what you wanted. “Look, it's complicated. We'll be back to talk to you soon. Why don't you take a shower and change your clothes?”

That would have been a great idea, but you get what you pay for unfortunately.

“I would, but this place doesn't have a shower... just the basics. This disgusting bed, with sheets that look like they haven't been changed since 1942 and a toilet and sink in the bathroom.” It wasn't like you would be staying long anyway. Once your apartment was no longer an active crime scene, you would move back in.

In the mean time you would shower at the gym or something. You would figure it out.

“Jeez kid. Don't you have any family to stay with?” It shocked you when the one Sam referred to as Dean looked at you with concern.

You shrugged your shoulders and began to talk. Telling the same story you had recited a hundred times over. “No. My parents died in a car crash when I was a baby and I haven't seen my sister in years. God knows where she is know.”

The boys looked at one another and you observed them, almost instantly noticing when their eyes grew larger. It felt like they knew something you didn't. They were keeping something from you and you were determined to find out what. However before you could so much as utter a word, the kind one started to speak again.

“You can stay with us until you can get back to your own apartment.” Sensing your apprehension, he continued his talk, trying to sell you on his idea. “Come on, we have spare bedrooms and a shower that you can use. It's better then this dump and we're only trying to help.”

On paper this was by bar, the worst idea in the entire world. Leaving with two strangers after your best friend had been murdered. For all you knew, they could be the two responsible for her death. They were certainly mysterious enough for that. After weighing in your options, you nodded your head and agreed. It wasn't like you had anything to lose. If they were to kill you, maybe that would be more of a blessing then a curse.

“Great.” He smiled, although it was somewhat reluctant. “You change out of that..” He signalled to your blood stained outfit and you couldn't blame him for wanting you out of it. You probably looked like a deranged killer yourself. “and we'll wait for you outside.”

Just like he promised, the boys left the room as you pulled some clean clothes from the duffel bag you were able to fill before you left your apartment.

“Seriously dude.” Dean hit his younger brother's shoulder and looked over at him with narrow eyes.

“I know you're thinking what I'm thinking to Dean.”

The Winchester's looked at one another, having a silent conversation with their eyes. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. Surly they would have already known who you were if it were. Shaking his head, Dean sighed and ran his hand over his tired face. He didn't want to believe it.

“Y/N Middleton? Her parents were killed in a car crash when she was a baby and she hadn't seen her sister in years. The red hair... come on Dean” It all added up. Seeing his brothers apprehension, Sam asked a question he knew Dean would answer. “What was Charlie's real name again?”

“Celeste Middleton.” He gruffly replied, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Damn it, fine! I just hope she hurries up. You stay here and I'll phone Jack and Cas... warn them about this whole situation and see if Castiel can figure out who this demon is.”

The drive to the brothers home was longer than you would have likee, but Dean's constant need to play his classic rock made the situation bearable. You hadn't wanted to talk to either of them though so if they ever turned back to check on you or attempted to ask you questions, you pretended to be asleep to avoid it. Though it was the furthest thing from your mind, your body was tired and you weren't sure how long you could stay awake now.

It had been at least two and a half hours until Dean pulled up to the side walk. Looking out the window towards the creepy looking building caued your eyebrows to furrow in confusion at the strange sight. It looked as though no one had lived here for years.

Perhaps you were going to get murdered after all.

“This is where you live?” You questioned, stepping out of the car as the same time as the brothers. The spoke up in confirmation and you went back to being quiet, reflecting over the last twelve hours of your life.

You were still so confused, so heart broken and angry but you never let anyone see how you truly felt. There was no point. Emotions were personal and you didn't trust yourself to be vulnerable around anyone else. Being close to someone just opened opportunities to break you once more and you weren't sure how much more you could be broken down until you gave up. Instead, you kept a smile on your face, a cold exterior and hoped that everyone would leave you alone.

Dragging your body from leaning against the car, you reluctantly followed the men to the door and though you were shocked by the size of their home, you hadn't allowed it to show on your face while trailing a few feet behind them.

While you remained quiet, you heard voices down the halls and then Sam and Dean joined in the conversation as you entered what looked like a kitchen. Instead of getting involved and speaking to the two strange men you had yet to be introduced you, you leant against the wall and watched from a distance.

The youngest out of the bunch seemed to stare at you and you couldn't help but feel paranoid as to why but like always, you didn't let it get the best of you and kept silent. He was probably weirded out by the blood covering your skin which had you thinking, you really wanted to wash it off.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you hadn't realised the person that was staring at you before had stepped closer in your direction. “Hi, I'm Jack and that's Castiel.”

It wasn't hard to see that he was harmless, a small smile played on his features and even if you knew deep down he was just trying to be nice, you wouldn't allow him to get close. You couldn't handle it again.

So you did what you had to do and ignored the boy, trying hard to ignore the way your stomach flipped at you doing such a thing. “Sam, can I have a shower now?”

Since he was the one you trusted the most, you knew it was better to ask him. He had a kind aura and caring eyes. He made you feel safe and although Dean didn't really scare you, you felt as though you were more a bother to him then you wanted to be so Sam was the way to go.

Ignoring Jack's wondering eyes, you followed the younger Winchester down the hallway until you came across the bathroom.

“Towels are in cupboard below the sink, you can use my shampoo and stuff.” Giving him a grateful smile your gaze wondered with his movement as he walked towards the door. “Oh and before I forget, your room is directly opposite, you won't have to go far.”

“Thank you.” He silently left and you locked the door behind him, letting your bag fall from your shoulder to the floor. Your entire body still in a state of shock, you had yet to cry but maybe you never would. Maybe you had cut yourself off from your emotions so much that your body just couldn't produce tears any more.

You wished that was the case but you could feel them fighting their way to the surface. You were stronger though and wouldn't let them win.

After stripping of your items of clothing, you had the longest shower in history, scrubbing away at your skin until it turned red to ensure that you had every inch of blood removed from you. Even then you still didn't feel clean. You could still feel the blood tainting you. Just like Sam had suggested, you helped yourself to his shampoo, and though it wasn't the usual floral scent that you were use to, it still smelt incredible. The shower gel wasn't sweet smelling either but it was comforting to say the least. You weren't about to complain.

Once you had finished, you stepped out, dried yourself off and wrapped a fluffy towel around your naked form before grabbing your bag, opening up the bathroom door and heading straight towards the room Sam had told you would be yours for the next few days.

Being sad was one thing, showing it was another. You wouldn't allow yourself to be vulnerable. So to deceive the boys you dressed like always. Some skinny fit black jeans, matched with a crop top swearer and a leather jacket carelessly thrown over the top. You didn't take long on your make up but you still made yourself look presentable and quickly curled your signature red locks with the curling wand you had managed to take from your apartment while packing your clothes and make up. One look the mirror and you decided that you looked fine, hopefully now no one would ask you how you were. If you looked fine, they would think you were fine.

The hardest thing to do was pull yourself together when you felt like falling apart but you didn't need sympathetic smiles and sad eyes looking in your direction every ten seconds. Over the years you had become an expert and even though you had allowed yourself to function normally for the past year, you hadn't forgotten how to do it.

Brushing the curls behind your ear, you walked from your room down the hallway and followed the sound of familiar voice to what looked like a library. “Hey.”

The men turned in your direction and you could see their shock at how well you had managed to pull yourself together. Hell, if they had walked past you in the street they never would have known you had faced a tragedy not even a day ago.

“Are you alright?” The one you knew to be Castiel asked causing you to inwardly roll your eyes.

You probably seemed like the biggest bitch in the entire world but it's what you need to do to keep people away. These weren't just people though, they wanted to help you. Well, Sam and Dean did and you supposed that this trench coat wearing man only wanted to do the same. Guilt would eat you alive if you just ignored him, he seemed genuinely curious as to how you were. So after giving him a reassuring smile you spoke up. “Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.”

Dean and Castiel went back to reading a giant book on the table, Sam looking at his laptop while Jack sat in the corner of the room looking up at you. They all had things they seemed to be doing and you knew that involved finding the person that killed Nina. How they were going to do that you had no idea, they were regular humans with no power over peoples actions, and even if you knew your intelligence could be used to their advantage, your mind was completely jumbled at the moment so you decided to leave them to it.

“Do you have a TV I could watch?” A distraction more like it.

Sam looked up from the screen and nodded his head, pointing in the direction of another room. This place was huge. If you were alone, you were sure you'd get lost in it.

After shuffling into the room, you flung yourself down on the couch and instead of watching the TV like you had planned, you looked around. Only you weren't alone for long. Pretty soon the youngest of the men had entered the room and taken a seat beside you.

There was something about Jack. You couldn't exactly put your finger on it but just by looking at the goofy smile on his face you could tell how innocent he seemed, how pure he looked. Maybe he didn't get out much. You envied that.

Once he realised neither of you had spoken, he looked into your eyes and spoke with such sincerity you could have broke. “I'm really sorry about your friend.”

Instead of allowing your emotions to get the best of you, you decided to pretend not to care. Leaning your elbow on your knees, you leant your head against the palm of your hand and looked over at him. Though you tried your hardest, your eyes showed your pain but you hoped he wouldn't notice. “Why? It's not your fault.”

“I know.” Good. Maybe now he would leave you alone. Only he didn't, he continued to speak to you, like you had known him for years. “You seem sad, almost like there was a spark surrounding you before but it's fizzled out. You're not happy I don't like when people aren't happy so I'm sorry.”

Your eyes softened. “Thanks.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He offered but that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“No.”

“That's okay.” God, why did he have to be so understanding? “You wanted to watch the TV, right?” You nodded your head. Quite frankly a distraction would be much appreciated. Even if it didn't become a distraction, background noise was better than silence. “I usually watch Scooby Doo but you can put on whatever you want.”

A soft laugh came from you. Jack looked close to your age and you were shocked he watched it so regularly. Not that you could blame him, it was an awesome show. You watched it as a child constantly. “Scooby Doo? I haven't watched that in so long.”

“It's my favourite.” He exclaimed, his eyes bright and happy as he spoke. “Should I put it on?”

For some reason, you couldn't say no. He seemed so excited about the cartoon, there was a light in his eyes that you wished you had and never wanted him to lose so you found yourself nodding in his direction and gave a sad smile as his grin widened. “You have a nice smile.” You complimented, finding it almost cute as a soft blush came over his cheeks.

Once the show was clicked on, Jack became engrossed in the storyline and laughed occasionally at something stupid Shaggy or Scooby were doing. You however had completely tuned out. Your wondering eyes caught sight of a few photo frames sitting across the room with the faces of the boys you had recently met. Some smiling, others not but all showed love.

This was family, this was friendship. Something you no longer had, something you craved but something you knew could destroy you in a minute. Without realising you had allowed it to happen, tears began to back their away down your cheeks.

You didn't know when it happened or why but pretty quickly Jack had wrapped you up in his arms, your head resting against your chest as silent sobs came from your body. His hand soothingly rubbed up and down your back in attempt to calm you down. He was so sweet and somehow it just felt right. You didn't wanted to be anywhere else. “Don't be sad, you have us now.” He was trying to calm you but it was doing the opposite.

You couldn't get close to another person. You couldn't! You wouldn't! Even if you desperately craved to have someone you wouldn't have to worry about losing you knew it wasn't possible. You were better off staying away from people. And sadly that included Jack.

“No, don't... I'm sorry.” You pulled back from his comforting embrace and looked up at his concerned eyes. They looked so worried but you could also see the sadness that you had caused by pulling away. You were an awful person. “I'm going to bed.”

Quickly standing on your feet, you hurried across the room only to come to a complete stop when your eyes caught sight of a picture frame of Dean and a familiar red head. Without hesitation, you picked it up and stared for a few seconds. “Celeste?”

#dean winchester #Sam Winchester #charlie bradbury #castiel #Jack Kline #jack kline x reader #jack kline imagine #imagine #imagines #spn imagine #SPN FANDOM #SPNFamily #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #she had a sister

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lilulo-12fanfiction · 6 years

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I think I’m falling in love with you

Alaric x Reader Imagine

Requested by @fandom-addiction-queen

Prompts:

If I see you go anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me.

I’m not going anywhere

Living in Mystic Falls was exhausting. You were over the supernatural world. Ever since Klaus had shown up in Mystic Falls everything had been upside down. Being a human in Mystic Falls was some what terrifying. You knew one day you would either end up dead or as a Vampire.

Elena and Jeremy were your younger siblings. You were 5 years older than Elena. You were living in South Carolina after you graduated High School. When your parents died you had moved back home to help Jenna. Now it was you and Alaric keeping an eye out for Elena and Jeremy. You had found the spell that made the Gilbert rings. Bonnie had made you one of your own. You had refused to take the one Elena had given to Ric from him. You had argued with him back and forth until Bonnie showed up with a more feminine version of the Gilbert Ring.

The two of you spent a lot of time together. It made you feel something in your gut that you couldn’t even begin to acknowledge. You were pretty sure he felt the same way. The subtle flirting back and forth. Binge eating takeout and watching movies together while Jeremy was out doing whatever he did and Elena was off doing her Salvatore balancing act.

You knew the two of you couldn’t go there. Because of Jenna. Ric had been in love with Jenna and she had been slaughtered for Klaus’ gain. She was your Aunt. You couldn’t betray her like that. But it was getting so hard. It was tearing you up inside.

Which brought you to your current location. Drowning your emotions in Jack Daniels at The Grille. Matt was slowly getting concerned. You had downed almost a whole bottle yourself and didn’t seem to be slowing down. He didn’t want to narc on you so he just kept an eye on you and decided if anything got out of hand he’d get someone over here to take you home. He knew things had been rough for the Gilbert family. He didn’t know how you got out of bed in the morning so some binge drinking seemed to be a reasonable reaction. He’d just never see you take it to this extent.

“Well hello Darling.” You looked to your left and saw Kol Mikaelson’s face beaming back at you. This is what you needed. A distraction. And he certainly was a sexy one. “Drowning our sorrows are we?”

“Something like that.” Matt came over and pored Kol the drink he requested eyeing you. He didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t trust any of the Mikealsons. Especially not Kol.

“Run along quarterback.” Kol then turned his attention back to you. “Care for a game of pool?”

“Why not?” You took his arm and let him lead you to the pool tables. Matt shot a text to Elena expressing his concern.

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You had finished your second game of pool with Kol and he was quite charming. Between the liquor and his witty comments you were completely disarmed. So much so that the two of you were currently walking through the town square, yours was just more of a stumble. He held your hand and led you down an alleyway and soon you were pushed up against the wall and his lips were on yours. His hands were all over your body. You could hear the alarm bells in your brain faintly going off. You didn’t want to do this. Kol was fun but you didn’t want to go there with him. And there was a chance you wouldn’t make it out alive. Elijah had warned you that he was volitile.

“Kol...we shouldn’t do this” you struggled against his body. “Come now sweetheart yes we should.” He trailed kisses down your jaw. “Kol please stop.” You tried pushing him off but he was so incredibly strong. And you were too drunk to fight back. You felt his lips on your neck and then his fangs but befor he could sink them in a gust of wind game and someone else’s arms were around you.

Stunned you saw Elijah pinning Kol to the brick wall hand in his chest squeezing his heart. Alaric was holding you up. “I believe she asked you to stop.” Alaric spat at Kol. He was now wrapping you in his jacket. Your bare arms were like ice. Sobriety came barreling in like a freight train.

“Elijah you’re hurting me.” Kol growled out. “Brother be thankful that it is my hand in your chest and not a dagger. Have you no manners? No self control? Y/N has been through plenty. Much of it due to Niklaus. You will not be the cause of more pain in her life. If I see you go anywhere near her again, you’ll have to deal with me.”

As soon as Elijah removed his hand Kol was gone. Your heart was beating fast. “Oh God I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. We were playing pool and having fun. He was walking me home because I didn’t want to drive. I’m so stupid. You warned me about Kol. I shouldn’t have drank so much and gotten myself in that situation” Your face was in your hands you felt Ric’s hold on you get a little tighter. Elijah came and pulled them away and looked into your eyes.

“Y/N- darling. I like to think you and I have become good friends since I’ve been in Mystic Falls. You trusted me when no one else would. You’ve helped me. You made sure Damon removed the dagger before returning my coffin to Klaus. I know you had pain prior to meeting me. But I’ve seen you go through some very traumatic events while I’ve been here. And yet you spend every day taking care of others. Trying to protect your family. You are not stupid. You’re incredibly smart and strong. You’re just overwhelmed and tired. You wanted to let off some steam. It’s not your fault my brother is a miscreant. Kol as a human was mischievous. Being a vampire made him so much worse. No longer harmless. His charm could fool anyone. Do not blame yourself. But take my advice. You cannot take the world on alone. You need to lean on those you are close to. Let those that love you help carry the burden.” You noticed his eyes traveled to Alaric’s face. “I will call you tomorrow to check on you.” Elijah kissed your cheek and then in a flash he was gone.

You turned into Ric and hugged him tightly by wrapping your arms around his waist. He was considerably taller than you were. You felt safe with him. When you let go he had both of his hands on the sides of your face. He wiped away some of your tears with his thumbs.

“Y/N- I knew you were struggling. I wish you had come to me. To talk or at least bring me along for the binge drinking so I could protect you.” The look on his face was so tender and loving.

“I know. I just didn’t want to be any more of a burden. It’s a lot to handle. Elena and Jeremy. All of the insane supernatural crap that goes on here. You already left once and Elena convinced you to come back. I didn’t want to be the thing that pushed you back out the door.”

“You could never be a burden to me. And I’m not going anywhere. I was in a bad place. I left not because you guys were too much but because I didn’t think I could do it. I thought you guys deserved better. But you made me better. You make me better.”

“How did you know I was in trouble?” It hit you that you hadn’t told anyone where you were going. “Matt. He was concerned so he texted Elena that you were drunk and with Kol. He said he was keeping an eye on you and that if anything seemed off he would let her know so someone could step in. And then he went in the back for a second and came back out- you were both gone. I was at the Salvatore’s with Elena. She called Elijah for help. He and I went one way. Stefan and Damon went another to make sure you were safe.”

“I should text Elena.” You went to pull out your phone.

“I already did. Come on, we’re going to the boarding house. Elena is there now. We’re going to crash there tonight. We figured you could use your makeshift family tonight. You smiled and nodded. He put his arm around you and led you to his car. You pulled your phone out and shot a text out to Matt.

Thanks for having my back Matty. You REALLY saved me. A few moments later your phone buzzed in your hand.

Y/N- you’ve always had my back. Glad I could return the favor. I’m even more glad that you’re okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Drink a lot of water for the epic hangover you’re going to have.

You set your phone in the cup holder and were surprised when you felt Ric’s fingers intertwined with yours. His thumb was tracing circles on the skin inbetween your index finger and thumb. You let out a contented sigh and watched Mystic Falls pass outside.

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Damon was pacing when you walked into the Boarding House. The two of you had become close. He was also your best friend and well as Ric’s. “Are you okay?! He didn’t feed from you did he?! Let me see your neck!” He demanded.

“Damon- Damon stop, I’m fine.” He hugged you. “It was smart to call Elijah. Kol is afraid of him.” Alaric followed you in with a duffle bag in his hands. “I just kind kind of want to go take a hot shower.” Jeremy grabbed the bag from Alaric.

“Elena- come show us what room she’s staying in.” Jeremy urged. Elena nodded and put her arm around you and led you to the stairs. You couldn’t help but think they were all over reacting. Elena glanced back at Ric as you went up the stairs.

Once you were in the room Elena sat down on the bed and motioned for you to join her. You gave her a questioning look when Jeremy shut the door and then came and sat across from you and Elena in the bed.

“Guys- I don’t need an intervention or a lecture from my younger siblings. I let my guard down and it won’t happen again. It was stupid and-“

“That’s not what we wanted talk to you about.” Elena interrupted you and patted your hand.”

“Ooookay....” You motioned for one of them to continue.

“We wanted to talk to you about you and Ric” Jeremy finally blurted. You looked at them both with wide eyes. “What about me and Ric. There is no me and Ric.”

“And that’s the problem.” It was Elena’s turn. “We know he has feelings for you and you have feelings for him.”

“What gave you that idea?” You didn’t know where this was going but you weren’t ready to admit anything.

“Um- we’re not headless” Jeremy said laughing. “The two of you are completely obvious. I see the way he looks at you. And the way he stares when you walk out of the room. Your flirting is shameful. The way you blush when he compliments you. The way you hang on his every word when he drones on about history and artifacts. I’ve never seen your face light up the way it does when you’re talking to him or looking at him. And vise versa. The only two people that don’t realize it is the two of you.”

“Guys- nothing is going on between me and Ric. And nothing can ever happen.” Elena took both of your hands.

“Y/N it’s okay. I know for a fact that Jenna would be okay with this. She loved you both and she would want you both to be happy. Especially together. Ric isn’t cheating on her or leaving her for you. You found love in eachother after a horrible loss.” You had tears in yours eyes. “I promise you it’s okay.” You hugged Elena and soon felt Jeremy wrap his arms around the two of you.

A half hour later you were coming out of the bathroom. You were in cotton Pajama pants and a fitted v-neck T-shirt. Your hair was piled ontop of your head in a messy bun. You were startled when there was a knock at your door. You smiled when you saw Alaric standing behind it. He had. Big bottle of water and some Advil. You stepped out of the way so he could come into your room.

“I figured you’d need this. I wanted to see if you were okay.” You shut the door behind him.

“I’m okay. Really. You guys are going overboard.” You saw irritation flash across his face.

“Y/N he could have killed you. He could have ripped that ring off your finger and killed you.” He was in front of you cupping your face. “Y/N I can’t lose you too. I wouldn’t survive it. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Ric” you whispered.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pleaded. His lips crashed against yours. You felt complete for the first time in a very long time.

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mama-ghostie-61542 · 3 years

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A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it, IT AIN'T MINE.

Sorry for the OOC-ness

Chapter 4

Wolf--

"If I hear the word 'Mom' anytime in the next five minutes, you are, all three, gonna lose grandparent privilege's! Enough with the fighting. 'Kala, you need to get over there and do your homework."

"But, Mom," my younger son shouted. "I can't do it alone."

"Yes, you can, dear. All you have to do is write the words in the blanks."

Mornings here were always crazy. This year, they got worse, with all three kids home all day and me working three jobs from home, while taking a few classes to keep up my certification. But what would do my head in were the constant conflicts of scheduling the boys services around project deadlines. Especially when my childless brother was my boss...One of them.

A text came through ~'Hey, Bry, do you have those reports ready? I have to submit them to the bank this afternoon.'

Loveland Demolition was well known in the Midwest, and had been doing well before the pandemic, but now, we were expanding again. I dug around in my ever expanding pile of outgoing paperwork for the fax copy of the expense reports my brother wanted. Why everything with this end of the family business went through me, I would never know. Maybe it was because he had named me our VP of NE Operations. Like I didn't have a decent job already. I mean, I didn't get my Doctorate for it to look pretty on my wall.

Speaking of, I have a class in 15 minutes. Botany of Common Herbs.

I sent off a quick message, ~ I faxed them yesterday. Did you not get them before the boys did?~

My brothers pit bulls were notorious for grabbing the pages as they fell out of the fax machine and shredding them.

A few minutes later, he replied, ~Dammit, Pita! The Pain got 'em. Already in transit?~

~Yep. UPS grabbed it yesterday. Email?~

~Ok. No. Need hard copy. Will reschedule with the bank. Do good in class today!~

About that time I got a plastic cup thrown in my general direction with my oldest son yelling, "More water! Please, Mommy."

Thankfully, my Botany Professor understands me being a little late, as she has a Downie of her own.

I get his water, and as I am standing at the sink for a few seconds extra to breathe, I feel a cold spot on one hip and the pressure of a thumb on my cheek.

'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.'

I smile as the feeling, and the ghost of his smiling eyes fades. How does he always know when the stress is getting to me and just what to say; just what to do. It's like I don't have to say a word, he just knows.

Great....Now I am gonna be all giggly the rest of the day. Probably gonna get an email from my Professor, too; nosy old bat.

Kihyun PoV

It was almost 22:00 when I felt the wobble in thin silver thread that connected us. As I reached for it, I felt her stress and frustration start to bleed through and somehow, instinctively knew what to do. It bothers me when she gets this stressed, because she forgets to take care of herself. And then the tension lodges in her back, manifesting as a knot just to the left of her spine.

Settling myself into my meditation, I could almost see her standing at the sink, working on something. Always working, this girl; whether it's on her actual job, her side hustle, an Etsy store where she sells knit caps, or the boys' homework. She ALWAYS has something going on. Her brothers hare-brained decision to expand the family business does not help in the slightest.

As I settle in, I can hear the din of the kids yelling, a timer going off on something, and from some where, another louder ding. She is amazing, how she can just take it all in stride. Some how, I know, she just needs a second to breathe, so I imagine my hand on her hip; stopping her right where she stands.

I visualize my hand cupping her cheek, and whispering to her, 'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.' I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I see her smile. That soft, sweet smile, that just borders on the verge of blushing. I send how I feel seeing her smile down that thread and, some how, just know that she will be smiling all day now.

Awakening from my meditation, I glance at the clock. Hmm. Time for bed. But first, I am curious about the next chapter. How in the hell, with everything else she has on her plate, did she find the time to write this.

I set back on my bed, my pillows piled up behind me, and start reading.

Still Joey

I couldn't sleep so I got up at sunrise and made coffee. Sis woke up a little while later. I heard her alarm go off and then, I heard her sniffle a little. As she stumbled to the kitchen for her morning coffee, her whole bearing was like all the wind had been sucked out of her.

My heart went out to her.

"Sis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Joey. Just my own brain. Think I am going crazy. That's all."

I'm right there with you.

"Explain," I said.

Rather than use actual words, she put on 'Comatose' by Too Close To Touch. "This says it better than I ever could."

I set aside the story and brought up the song. As I sat there listening, I could almost feel how hurt she was. How she thought she was going crazy. I wanted, so much, to fly to her, where ever she was.

"Sissie," I sighed, "What is the matter?"

"I think I am losing my mind, Joey. I just don't want to remember, if remembering is always going to hurt. I'm afraid that it will cost me the one of the two things I am most afraid to lose; my kids or my mind."

"You aren't going crazy, Sis. Who told you that you were crazy for feeling like that?"

"Mom. According to her, I am. Apparently, it is all just a construct of my own mind. Can't be real because it's all in my head, but it is all that I could ever dream of. It makes me want to sleep until it is real. I want to forget the way his voice sounds, cause it hurts too much to hear it when I am alone. I want to forget the color of his eyes, but I see it everyday in my coffee. I want to forget it all, so it doesn't hurt anymore. There is no way he can be real. No way his smell can be real. The more I remembered, I guess, the more I want to forget."

"Bryn, tell me about him?"

"What does it matter? He is no more than a fantasy my own mind created," she said as she dug in a cabinet and added a more than generous amount of Jack Daniels to her coffee.

"Bry! Really??"

"What," she groused as she sipped on her coffee flavored whiskey.

"It is barely sun rise and you are already drinking. What would he say if he caught you?"

"Doesn't matter," she grumbled as her bottom lip pulled in a little and blinked rapidly, a sure sign she was fighting back her own tears. I could see her start to fold in around herself.

'No, my dear, I am very real. And very disappointed.'

"Bullshit," I yelled. "It does matter! I will prove you wrong. I'll prove to you that he is very real," I growled in my own temper, as I leaned over the table at her, "and I know him. He would be so disappointed in you, right now. Instead of working with the connection, you were trying to drown the memories in whis-," I came to a dead stop as I realized what was actually happening. "How long have you been fighting them? The memories, I mean."

'Told ya. Wait. What!? She'd been wrestling with our memories? Oh, my stubborn Wolf, you were never meant to carry them all yourself.'

She deflated and slid the mug away from her. Resting her head on her arms, she whispered, "I was 14 the first time I remembered anything. At the time it was no more than a whisper, a cold spot when I was upset or hurting. Which, lets be honest, was a lot of the time back then. When I was 16, I finally worked up the courage to talk to someone about my dreams. My mistake was telling Ma."

I cringed. I had heard nasty stories about her mom, but sat still and let her continue.

Is her mother really that bad? How much of this had she been keeping from me.

"She went off and let loose a litany of my supposed short-comings. I still remember it, to this day. 'You are so stupid. Why would any man, especially one like THAT, want anyone like you. Anyone else would be better than YOU; you stupid, worthless, ignorant, ugly, child.' After that, I went back to keeping it all to myself. This one," she said as she brought up Forest Blakk's 'Find Me', "Says it all."

I put on the song and knew how it had hurt her for years. My anger burned when the artist spoke of being told you were crazy. 'I want her, you Crazy Bitch. Good Mother, Please,' I started, before thinking better of the prayer that had been on my tongue a moment ago. 'Please watch over her, Grandmother.'

Hearing her own mother call her those things, was tough to listen to. But I could tell she still wasn't finished yet. I let her go, she had years of this pain to offload.

"As I got older, it changed. I was almost 26 when the burn of a kiss landed on my cheek. My ex-husband, at the time, saw the blister it left and went ballistic. Woke me up by kicking the end of the bed. 'I want a divorce. I don't know who he is, but I plan on making you pay for it. Now, get your stuff and get out.' And I paid for it, alright. Didn't even bother to ask if I had it the night before, just assumed I was sneaking out. I never did. Looking back now, maybe I should have left the first time accused me. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers when he got remarried. Literally, got them both done in half an hour."

"Are you kidding me? He wanted to accuse you, but he...," I will admit that I was finally starting to see just how messed up her life had been. "Did you love him?"

'Messed up,' I thought, 'No, Sir. Her life has been a craptastic shitshow of epic fucking proportions. Honestly, I would like to know what fucking moronic bastard ordered this shitastical fuckfest for my Queen! I'd like to fucking throat punch him.'

She shook her head. "No. My mother sat it all up. Literally walked into the house Friday afternoon and said, 'You are getting married on Monday at 9.' He was getting deployed and she thought he would be a good fit for me, that she would get grands out of the deal. She didn't find out he was fixed until he was already gone. That is where I learned to keep my hair really short. He used to drag me around by it and scream about all of the things I did. The next day he would scream and drag me around by it to yell about all the stuff I didn't get done."

"So it was more or less arranged?"

"Yeah. After that, I met the asshole. The day he left, I had just buried a brother, and I had lost my job; all on my birthday. After all that, I fell into a deep depression. To the point where I would wonder sometimes why I was still breathing. It was in that place that I saw him. It was no more than his eyes, the exact shade of my coffee, and that voice, but still; if not for him..." she trailed off, a haunted look in her eyes.

After a few minutes of her staring off into space, I prodded, "If not for him?"

She turned and looked at me, "I wouldn't be here. I would have cut ties with this world and willingly walked right into that darkness. I can remember him telling me once, 'Don't you give up. Don't you dare give up. Get up, keep moving.' It was those eyes though, watching them seem to burn in the darkness. They stayed with me so much that I drew them at least a thousand times."

"Really?"

"Yep. Dark eyes that burn," she chuckled. "Got called crazy for that one, too. 'Why do you always draw the exact same thing, ya crazy bitch? How about a tree or a nice mountain. Why is it always those damned eyes, Not that a worthless bitch like you can draw anyway.' So yeah, there's that."

"Hold it. She actually called you worthless?"

Bryn just nodded. "Multiple times, and ugly quite a few times. At the end with the ex, she told me, 'I hate that when I, and she stressed the 'I', put a block in your path, you seem to dance around it and go off into the woods and still end up on the other side. That you whip off of the beaten path, going God knows where, on some barely visible game trail, and somehow still come out on the other side, just where you meant to be'. She said nothing pissed her off more than my ability to adapt."

'That's my Ghostie,' I thought as I smiled proudly. 'Her ability to see things others miss, explodes lower minds.'

Now, I have seen pictures of her mom and old photos of Bryn when she was younger. Let me tell you, when she was young, Bryn was coltishly pretty before becoming ethereal. Not that you could tell it now. Now, she jokes that she traded looks for brains about the time she got her doctorate.

"So, how did you end up with Clark?"

"He was there and I was getting tired of waiting, tired of my Auntie's trying to set me up with whatever boy they could find. One tried to set me up with her ex-nephew. That was nothing but awkward. We are still good friends, almost family. He has said before, 'I love you to bits, but that is icky, you are like a sister to me. Now, please, go throw on a skirt, you have amazing legs and should show them off.' That boy can turn up the girlfriend vibe in 3 seconds...flat.

I know someone who can do that. Weird.

"In the end, I got tired of the pitying looks I would get at the family things. Truth be told, when I told him to either commit or get out, I thoroughly expected him to take off at a run, like he couldn't get away fast enough. Before I knew what had happened, he told everyone I had proposed and picked a Saturday. After that, it was a whirlwind and I almost took off."

"Took off? Eloped?"

She snickered. "No. Ran away. Far away."

"Oh. So you almost pulled a runner?"

"Oh yeah. Had my bestie stand up with me because I knew that if Haka showed up and objected, he would have knocked Clark to the floor to give me time to run."

'I very nearly did show up.'

I thought back to what I said when he finally left.

"What did I say?" I stood there, leaning on the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, fingers tapping on my bicep. The look on my face was thoroughly parental.

"That it would never work."

"And....."

"You were right, I was wrong, I am sorry."

"You gonna listen to me from now on?" My face was passive, but there if she had looked she would have seen the anger in my eyes. I wasn't mad at her, I was more than a little upset with him, though.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good Girl. I'll be home as soon as I can." I cupped her face, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't do it again. Next time you won't get away with it, my stubborn Wolf."

"Next time?"

I was turning to head back to my body, "First one doesn't count. It was arranged. This one, you got swept up in. Don't do it again. Now, go to sleep."

I had to breathe a minute against the anger building in my chest. Then, I went back to the story.

"You call him 'Haka'? That's cute."

"Yeah, he's Heyhaka, the Elk. Haka, for short. Then there is Sweet Pea, and the occasional Assbag."

"And is he often a jerk?"

"Nah. Only when he is making promises he has no intentions to keep."

'Listen here, Lady! I fully intend to keep them when they are made, Woman!'

"I really don't think he would make them if he didn't intend on keeping them, Sissie. Sometimes, circumstance gets in the way, and then they don't get the focus they deserve. How does he phrase it?"

"All he says is 'Soon'."

I laughed. "The word 'soon' is not a promise. It's an open guarantee."

"What?"

"It's a half promise. He can't put a time on it so he just says soon. You know, sometimes you can be kind of dense."

'Exactly. You are kind of thick sometimes, Darling.'

Bryn's cheeks pinked. "Aww, shut the fuck up," She laughed.

"You've got a potty mouth!"

My jaw dropped. 'Naughty.'

"Like you didn't know or don't have one of your own. Has he not told you the extent of my sailor's mouth?"

"He doesn't know that I know you. I get to hear about everything from both sides. Kinda makes me wanna poke my ear drums out sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You two are fuckin' perfect for each other."

'I guess we are, huh?'

About that time, the kids started waking up. Davidd was first, followed by Mattie, and then Darryn. I was sitting on the couch, getting the walkthrough of how to turn on the cartoon channels when Mattie climbed up next to me and curled up in my side.

"Morning, Munchkin," I said cheerfully.

She sagged against me and whispered, "Morning, Uncle Joey. Can I have some new milk?"

I was taken aback by the simplicity of the request. "Shouldn't you be asking your mom for that?"

"I would but Daddy called and him and mama got into another fight."

'And that just cashed out my good night.', I thought as I could have sworn I heard a knock at my door.

A-N:) Please don't shoot the messenger. Spirit put up some of the tags. Lol.

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leabharlannkay · 7 years

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Into the Dark (11/?)

Title: Into the Dark

Pairing: Hardy x Hannah

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Stalking, Sexy times

Summary: Alec swore off women after his marriage ended, and Hannah is in no rush to date again after breaking Ben’s heart, but sparks fly when they meet. The only problem is that someone else wants Hannah all to himself. Will Hardy be able to protect her? Will Hannah let him?

Notes: OMG I haven’t updated this fic since MAY?!?! Y’all, I am SO SORRY!!! My schedule has been absolutely ridiculous lately, especially work over the summer months, and I just haven’t been in a creative headspace lately. I can’t promise the next chapter will come quickly, but I can promise not to make you wait another 4-5 months!

Previously on Into the Dark

Chapter Eleven

The little seaside restaurant was quaint, and it smelled absolutely delicious. Hannah’s stomach growled. “I could murder some chips right now.”

“We’ll eat soon. That’s the boys over there, Ellie must already be inside,” Alec said, waving vaguely at a blonde teenaged boy and a toddler running about in the grass. They made their way inside, their fingers threaded loosely together, and Alec scanned the crowd of tables for Ellie.

She was sitting at a table near the back. Hannah took a moment to look her over; curly brown hair tied into a ponytail, and a no-nonsense countenance that matched Alec’s grim looks whenever he was in copper mode.

“Miller,” Alec said as they approach the table. Ellie’s head snapped up and she met them with a bright smile, one that made her look at least five years younger in Hannah’s opinion.

“Hardy,” she said. They didn’t hug, but Hannah found herself swept into Ellie’s arms when the woman turned to her. “You must be Hannah.”

“Hello.” They chatted while they waited for their food, Hannah and Ellie quickly become fast friends. The mood was light as they talked about everything but what was happening in London.

“That’s more than I’ve ever seen you eat!” Ellie cried as Alec wolfed down shepherd’s pie.

“Worked up a bit of an appetite before we came over,” Hannah answered. Alec coughed and Hannah delighted in the pink stain rising in his cheeks. Ellie chuckled.

“Oh yes, I heard about that,” she said.

“What?” Alec asked, after he’d recovered.

“Becca’s furious,” Ellie said. “It’s all over town, Hardass shagging the brains out of a pretty blonde. They wonder if you’re paying her.”

Alec choked again and Hannah patted him on the back. “Nah. He couldn’t afford me on a copper’s salary.”

Ellie laughed and the two women had a good time teasing Alec. He grumbled about it, but Hannah could see the twinkle in his eyes. Eventually they said goodnight to Ellie and the boys and made for the Trader’s. There were still a handful of people about, and Hannah suggested a nightcap. Alec hated the idea, but didn’t deny her.

Inside half an hour, Hannah had everyone in the room charmed, except Becca. She sat close to Alec, his arm over the back of her chair, and talked to everyone. Alec could see why she’d been so highly priced as an escort, she certainly knew how to make people comfortable and of course the sex was mind blowing.

“A bit young for you, isn’t she?” Becca asked Alec as Hannah made a trip to the loo. Alec frowned at her. Where was the sudden jealousy coming from? She’d turned him down, not the other way around.

“A bit, not as much as ye’d think,” he said.

“How’d you even meet a girl like that?” Becca’s tone told him she thought they must have met in some unsavory way, but Alec shook his head.

“She’s friends with my sister.” Hannah came back into the room, looping her arms around his neck and offering him a lingering kiss.

“Shall we head up for the night?” Hannah asked him. He grinned, imagining all the ways they could pass the time before bed.

“Aye.” Neither of them paid Becca any mind.

“What would ye like to do today?” Alec asked as they lay twined together after a lazy morning shag. Hannah swirled her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest.

“I want to go to the beach,” she said. Alec groaned and made a sour face. “What?”

“I hate the bloody beach,” he groused.

“You just haven’t been under the right circumstances,” Hannah told him. Alec tightened his grip on her waist, burying his face in her neck. He’d much rather spend the day in bed.

“What circumstances are those?”

“Me, in a tiny little bikini.”

Alec propped himself on his elbow and flung the duvet away from Hannah’s body. His eyes slowly perused her form, his fingertips trailing in their wake.

“Alright. We can go to the beach.”

Hannah smiled brightly and scrambled from the bed, hurrying to ready herself before he changed his mind. She didn’t let him see the bikini she’d put on, a bright blue number with a band for the top and bottoms that tied at her hips. She worried he’d pounce when he saw it and they’d never make it out of the bed. Any other day, the idea had its merits, but Hannah was desperate for some time in the sun, so she changed while he was in the loo and lipped a flirty floral beach dress on over the bikini.

Alec came out of the en suite in a swimming costume and a plain white vest top, and Hannah felt her mouth water. She shook herself free of all sorts of naughty daydreams and packed a bag with a blanket, a book, and some sun cream and then hurried Alec out the door.

“I believe I was promised a tiny little bikini,” Alec said as they picked a spot and Hannah started laying out their things. She grinned and tossed the bottle of sun cream to him.

“So you were.” She toyed with the bottom of the beach dress, making sure Alec’s eyes were glued to her fingers. Then she slowly inched the dress up, revealing toned legs and a flash of blue. Alec’s eyes darkened as he spotted the little ties and Hannah suddenly wished they were on a private beach so he could undo them.

“Shagging on the beach would probably get us arrested, wouldn’t it?” Hannah asked as she finally pulled the dress all the way off. Alec’s gaze swept over her from head to toe, leaving trails of heat in its wake.

“Aye,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m willing to risk it.”

Hannah laughed and turned around, pulling her hair away from her neck. “Get my back?”

Alec took his time spreading sun cream over her back and shoulders, letting his fingers dip beneath the ties of her bikini. Hannah hummed in appreciation as he massaged her skin. He let her return the favor and then they settled onto their blanket. Hannah read while Alec watched the waves crashing against the shore.

“Why do you hate the beach?” Hannah asked.

“I don’t anymore,” Alec teased, but Hannah wasn’t going to be put off. “The beach is where Danny Latimer was found. And Jack Marshall.”

Hannah reached for his hand, covering it with hers.

They met Ellie for dinner again that night, at her house. Hannah suppressed a shiver, knowing it was the same house where a pedophile and murderer had lived. She had no idea how Ellie could stand to live there.

“I can’t imagine Alec with a little sister,” Ellie said in a whisper as she and Hannah sat on the couch, while Alec washed their dinner dishes. He’d insisted that they sit down and relax.

“And I can’t imagine him as the man everyone here seems to think he is,” Hannah replied. Ellie arched an eyebrow and Hannah laughed. “Okay, yes I can. Still, I think he’s very different now than he was.”

“Have you met Daisy?” Ellie asked carefully. Hannah got the feeling she was trying to gauge how serious the relationship was.

“She was just with us, actually. Caused a bit of a row with Tess,” Hannah admitted. She hadn’t talked to Sinead about the argument Alec and Tess had, but she felt like she could tell Ellie.

“Why?”

“Daisy was on video chat with her and walked in to see us kissing. Tess was not pleased. I don’t know exactly what she said, Alec won’t tell me, but it was a proper row.”

“Tess is a bit of a cow, if you don’t mind me saying.” Hannah laughed, glad to have found an ally in Ellie. Alec joined them a few minutes later and they chatted while drinking wine, catching up on all the small town drama they’d missed.

It was late when they finally left Ellie’s house, their cheeks flushed with laughter and wine. Hannah cuddled into Alec’s side as they made their way through the Trader’s bar, past a glowering Becca Fischer, and up to their room. For the first time, they fell asleep tangled together without having sex and Hannah couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy.

The weekend was over all too soon, and Hannah could feel her shoulders bunching tightly at the idea of returning to London. They’d made such a lovely little hideaway for themselves in Broadchurch, and she wanted to stay forever, or at least until her stalker was caught. But Alec had to get back to work and, if she was honest with herself, so did Hannah.

A tense silence settled between them as Alec drove back towards the city. “Do ye want to come stay at mine?”

Hannah shook her head. “No, I’m not going to let him drive me out of my own home.”

“I don’t want ye to be alone,” Alec said, his fingers clenched against the wheel. Hannah reached over and lightly scratched her nails against the back of his neck. Alec shivered and relaxed.

“You can come stay at mine, then I won’t be alone.”

Alec sighed, and she knew that it wasn’t his favorite idea. He nodded, though, and they stopped at his flat only briefly to get fresh clothes and check the post. Then they returned to her house.

Hannah expected to feel relief at being home, the same sense of sanctuary she always felt when she returned from time away, but instead she felt as though she were walking into a stranger’s place. Her eyes flicked over every nook and cranny, looking for signs of danger, as Alec did a walk through the house, testing the locks on the windows and doors.

Hannah rolled her shoulders back and took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to let this man ruin her home.

#hardy x hannah #teninch fic #alec hardy x hannah baxter #broadchurch #sdoacg #my fic #into the dark

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