#n i was like ‘oh fuck’ n ran inside calling for my mam to make sure she was sound which she was

[sadlazzle]

i had a dreadful nightmare last night tht someone broke into my house n destroyed/stole most of my dolls it was traumatising

#i was so exhausted in dream bc i was sobbing and sobbing #cause like. i was walking home n i saw these guys running out of my front door #n i was like ‘oh fuck’ n ran inside calling for my mam to make sure she was sound which she was #so i creep around in case there’s any stragglers n i get into my room #n my laptops were gone and the room was semi trashed #n then i turn around and all my le Disney dolls were either ruined or stolen #and i just started crying so hard. nothing could make me feel better #i think i cried for the rest of the dream #it was awful n it felt so real i felt like i was dying bro #plum.txt

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By My Side (Part 7)

Summary: Jensen hires a team to help watch over the reader after the events of the night before but his suspicions are high and that might not have been the smartest move on his part...

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, angst, minor violence

A/N: Enjoy!

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Four Hours Later

“Hi,” you said, sat on the end of your bed as Jensen quietly walked inside and closed the door after himself. “Is your shoulder-”

“I gave you a direct order. I know you heard me. I know you purposefully ignored me. I-”

“You were losing.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m losing the fight, if I’m winning it, you get your ass away from the fight.”

“I was okay though. I-”

“Damnit Y/N!” he shouted. You went quiet, Jensen’s chest puffed out, his hands on his hips. “You promised you would listen to me. You promised.”

“I did listen. I-”

“If I can’t trust you to listen to me, then you’re a risk to the both of us. I will stay on as your bodyguard until I can find a suitable replacement.”

“What?”

“I’m giving my notice. We’re done.”

You stared at him and he narrowed his eyes.

“Oh don’t you-”

“I saved your fucking life!” you said, standing and poking him in the chest. 

“I told you to run!” he shouted. You got in his face, brushing your nose against his. “You little...I told-”

“He wasn’t after me,” you said. You backed off as you rubbed the back of your head. “Me he wanted out of the way. He wanted you, didn’t he.”

Jensen bit his bottom lip and looked away but you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you.

“Why?”

“Word is out about your bodyguard boyfriend. You have money. I’m ransom money to some people.”

“You’re a shitty liar yourself, Jensen,” you said. You walked away from him and went out to your private balcony overlooking the pool. The door opened after a moment and you crossed your arms, leaning against the railing. A hand ran over your head and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You can’t quit. Why did that person want you?”

“Truthfully, they probably wanted the both of us. I was the bigger threat so the guy went after me first. Next time it won’t just be one guy. Whoever is behind all of this will fork over more money for a team. You need your own team to stop that.”

“Why both of us?”

“I’m a soft spot of yours. Next time though they won’t try to take me probably. They’ll kill me outright. I’m too much hassle to try and deal with.”

“Someone wants to hurt me then?”

“I think a few things but I can’t know for sure. I think your life isn’t in danger. Your safety and the circumstances in which you live the rest of your life are but no, this person doesn’t want you dead. The gun didn’t come into play until you were clear of it. This person very much wants to be in my position.”

“My boyfriend?”

“Your protector. I’ll hire a team tomorrow. I know a guy that would be a good fit for your personal guard.”

“I thought I told you that you couldn’t quit.”

“I told you that when I say run, you run. You didn’t listen to me.”

“I’d make the same decision again.”

“Why?”

“Because he was hurting you and I’ve never been that angry in my life. Even the man that killed my father...maybe it’s because this was right in front of me but as long as I had the chance to help, I was going to help. Any bodyguard of mine is going to deal with that so get used to it.”

He leaned back against the railing, staring into the bedroom. He took a deep breath and rubbed his cut shoulder, sliding his hand over to your arm. He unfolded it and took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

“I would have liked to have met your father. It sounds like he raised an incredibly brave person like himself.”

“I run if you run too. I hide if you hide,” you said, turning your head. “New rules.”

“Alright. I still want a team. I have a feeling tomorrow night is going to be bad again.”

“I’m supposed to go to Gen’s baby shower,” you said.

“Do you want gun’s around your pregnant best friend?” he asked. You shook your head and he nodded. “They’ll need to reschedule anyways.”

“Why?”

“I need Jared on this with me and he won’t leave his wife and child. They-”

“Jensen. Leave them be. Jared needs to take care of his family. You’ll find a good team. We’ll just...take it one day at a time,” you said. 

“You should get some sleep.” He pulled you gently backwards until you spun around and followed him inside. You crawled under the covers, Jensen dragging a chair you had over to your small desk. 

“You’re not sleeping?”

“I need to work. I’ll sleep in the morning once I have a hire here to take over for me. You go ahead. I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Jensen,” you said as you lay down. He hummed and stopped the side of the bed before going off to get his laptop you assumed. “Make sure whoever you hires knows to keep an eye out for you too.”

“Yes mam,” he said softly. “Get some rest, honey.”

You woke up late the next day, Jensen passed out in his room when you trodded down the hall. There were five guys and a woman sitting at your dining room table, one of them standing as you gave a wave to them.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Good morning. I’m Brock Finley. I am your second in command and this is my team,” he said.

“I have two rules. Don’t drink all of my coffee and dudes, don’t leave the seat up and clean up after yourselves.”

“Yes, Mr. Ackles did go over your...requests earlier this morning,” said Brock.

“Walk with me, Mr. Finely,” you said, curling a finger. You walked him over to the kitchen, Brock reminding you a bit like Jensen when you first met him. “How do you know Jensen?”

“We served at the same time. I was injured on an operation with him, we recovered in the medical hospital in the same ward and grew to know one another.”

“Keep him safe,” you said. “As safe as me. I’m scared for him.”

“Mr. Ackles is in charge of-”

“I know. But keep him safe. Please.”

“We’ll do our best. The team’s been investigating possible leads and working with your manager to comb through any threats you may have received that seemed minor or even infatuations with you. I think Mr. Ackles is onto something with that track.”

“I honestly have no idea what’s going on anymore,” you laughed. “If you need anything from me, let me know. I plan on staying home today. My step-brother will dropping by shortly.”

“In the future please let us know in advance when guests will be…” he said as he saw the look on your face. “I’m going to return to work. There’s a team of eighteen on the premise, nineteen including Mr. Ackles. Don’t be alarmed if you see people outside.”

“Good to know,” you said, shaking your head as he left. “Eighteen? Really Jensen? I’m barely a B list actor on a good day.”

The doorbell rang and you caught the clock, nearly noon as you groaned. You rushed over and pulled it open, Nick standing there with a very confused look on his face and backpack over his shoulders.

“Hey,” you said as you let him inside.

“Nice SWAT team. Something going on?” he asked.

“Let’s go swimming. Better to talk there.”

“Wow,” said Nick twenty minutes later after you’d told him everything that had happened recently.

“Yup. I didn’t call you to come over cause of that though. I was...I’m nervous that with everyone moving out here you’re gonna be alone back home and it...scares me when...Jensen said something about us loving each other even if we don’t like one another and I think he had a point. I don’t want you to go to a dark place again Nick.”

“Y/N, could you slow down for a second? I know you move at a faster pace than most of us but I’m still on the fact you shot a gun last night. The chick that cried that time she thought she hit a squirrel in the road and she didn’t.”

“Oh. Sorry,” you said. You sat on the steps in the shallow end, Nick wading over and joining you. He sat back and played with the water in front of him for a moment before he let out a deep sigh.

“I like you, Y/N. Michael and I both do. We love you.”

“Why are you two so mean all the time then? It’s not teasing. It’s mean.”

“Cause you’re dad’s favorite. We know it. He never hid it from us. When we needed him, he was always with you and your mom. We think of her as our mom now and you our little sister but god we needed him and we were left on our own. You were an easy target to make us feel more in control. Instead of bonding with you, someone who understood exactly what we felt, we took advantage and we never bothered to stop. You were tough and could take it and we’re assholes. I’m sorry. The only reason I’m alive is because of you. You got me help. You still pay for my therapy. Shit I call you in the middle of the night and you pick up every time and just listen to me. You’re always going to be a better person than I am, Y/N. I suck at saying it but I’ve always been grateful to have you as my sister.”

“Could have just said that in the first place,” you said, wiping your face with the back of your hand for a second. “Come out here, Nick. You’d put my mind at rest.”

“I was never coming,” he said with a smile. “I sort of have a place already lined up back home with a roommate.”

“Yeah but I’m sure…” you said, catching the look on his face. “Oh. A roommate. Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah, hi, I’m bi in case you weren’t aware,” he chuckled. “Michael’s known since we were teenagers but I swore him to secrecy.”

“If we’re gonna have secrets, can we at least just keep them from the parents from now on?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” said Nick. “Seriously don’t know you how didn’t catch on that I hang out with my best friend like all the time. Like all the time. And I sleep at his apartment all the-”

“I get it,” you said, Nick smiling. “He good to you?”

“Yeah. You don’t have to worry so much. You’re not the only one watching out for me,” he said. “But you though...what are you involved in?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Last night got way too close for...say that again.”

“What are you involved in?” he asked. 

“Nick, can you do me a favor, like a monumentally huge favor and not tell anyone else about what I said. This is gonna be over tonight anyways.”

“What’s going on?” he asked as you stood.

“I know who wants to kidnap me.”

“Who?”

“My old manager of course. Can you keep everybody away from here the rest of the day? I have a feeling this is going to be messy.”

“She has a point,” said Jensen, half dressed ten minutes later as you spoke to him and Brock, the floor still a bit wet from where Nick had walked out the front door to head back to the hotel. “She did ruin his career.”

“But why escalate?”

“He wants money and his career back...and she is smarter than both of us put together,” said Jensen as it clicked for him.

“You got it?” you asked as he nodded.

“Involved Inn. It’s the firm your manager used to work with. It’s the firm your current manager works with.”

“Inside man,” said Brock. “How’d he know you’d hire him?”

“He knows the kind of person I like to work with and he was smart enough to research Jensen and know that a military background wouldn’t hurt.”

“Oh fuck,” said Jensen, his face going white.

“What?” you asked. He swallowed as he looked around, putting his hand on his holster and pulling out his gun. He undid the clip and showed you that it was empty. “Don’t you need bullets in that?”

“There were bullets,” said Jensen, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Brock. “Finely Associates. They’re hooked up with Involved Inn. Very, very closely involved.”

“You chose the absolute worst possible group of people to hire you know,” said Brock. Jensen walked backwards with you into the living area, the both of you catching sight of the various guards around. “Two against eighteen is not very good odds.”

“Let me talk to your boss, we can-” you said.

“Kid was unknowingly in on it. Didn’t think his old mentor would screw him over like that,” said Brock. “So here’s how it goes. We-“

“This doesn’t add up. People don’t admit to shit in real life like that. No one’s forcing you to say a thing. This is a paycheck for you. No, something else is going on. You just want us to think it was my old manager, don’t you?” you said. Brock tilted his chin up and you crossed your arms. “You knew Jensen would hire your team and we’d make a connection. So here’s how it really goes. I guarantee I got more money than whatever you’re being paid. You drop this little charade, I pay you, and we get down to the issue of who hired you.”

“Mr. Ackles hired us.”

“You know what I mean. Who-”

“Mr. Ack-”

“I didn’t hire you to do this,” said Jensen. “I said...you got a second phone call, didn’t you. One saying you wanted to perform a live test, didn’t you.”

Brock was silent and Jensen made a face. 

“Tell me the truth or you’re all fired and being brought up on charges immediately,” said Jensen. Brock looked nervous for the first time and you pouted. 

“You said-”

“Dammit, Finley. You’re all fired. Leave. Now.”

“But sir you said-”

“I hired you to protect her, not play games. All of you, get the fuck out.”

Brock nodded and the team all left, Jensen getting in Brock’s face.

“You are always so gullible. Always. It’s what landed your ass in that hospital. You never verify information. Just go in head first. I-” said Jensen, Brock’s jaw clenching.

“At least my whole unit wasn’t corrupt behind my back! At least I didn’t wind up living in a hole in the ground for weeks because I was too stupid to see-”

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Jensen’s whole body was tense as Brock left, his hands clenched by his sides. The house was eerily still, the only sound was Jensen’s harsh breathing.

After a moment he calmed and turned around, looking you up and down.

“I’m sorry. I thought Brock was smarter than falling for a fake phone call.”

“What exactly just happened?” you asked.

“Whoever wants you set up a fake drill, a test of sorts. Normally we would run one with the participants knowledge or give them a heads up in order to find vulnerabilities in a protection detail. What just happened was to mess with you and for this guy to say he’s smarter than us. It scares me because he probably is and he’s miles ahead of us. I don’t know how to keep you safe by myself, Y/N and I sure as shit don’t know who I can trust.”

“Your old unit, the good ones, call them. They’ll help you.”

“They’re all over the country.”

“You call them and I will get them out here. I will give them whatever they want. Private jets are a thing you know.”

“Y/N-”

“We need help. Let’s get help.”

“I’m sorry I’m so horrible at my job.”

“If you were horrible at your job I’d be in some basement right now. We’ll get through this and then just you and me can go on a trip away, just the two of us,” you said. He looked down and you padded over, taking his hand. “Okay?”

“I can’t stop everything,” he said. “This guy is smarter than anyone I’ve dealt with before, way smarter.”

“Then we call in for backup. We got this. I promise.”

Later That Evening

“Jared,” you said as he walked in the front door with a hum. “Jared Padalecki. What the hell are you-”

“Don’t even start with me,” he said, shutting the door after himself. You opened your mouth but he simply adjusted the bag over his shoulder. “Gen and Tom are safe and you need all hands on deck and frankly I was coming whether you liked it or not.”

“Jared-” you said as he walked past and into the living room. 

“I’m here. Get over it,” he said before putting on a smile. “Hey guys. I swear you got uglier, Benny.”

“Must be from looking at you,” said Benny before he stood and gave Jared a hug. You hung back at the kitchen island, quietly listening to the eight of them talk and catch up before Jensen was standing and going over what had happened lately. You got a bit lost once they started talking in technical terms but suddenly they were breaking and everybody was grabbing their bags.

“How you holding up?” asked Jensen when he took a seat beside you.

“Nervous,” you said. “Tonight’s gonna be bad, isn’t it.”

“Hopefully not,” said Jensen as a redheaded woman went over to your fridge and grabbed a can of beer. “Y/N, this is Charlie. She was in charge of tech and surveillance for us back in the day. She works for google now, right?”

“That’s so three jobs ago,” she said with a smile. “She’s cute.”

“Thanks,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes. “Oh, you’re…”

“Jensen ever bores you, give me a call,” she said with a wink. You swallowed and she laughed, Jensen chuckling to himself. “I’m joking. If I were into dudes I probably would be all over that myself.”

“You are not what I was expecting,” you said.

“Oh just cause we did secret stuff didn’t mean we were all sir yes sir.”

“Charlie was picked straight out of college for her...unique compter skills we’ll call it. If I could train this flailing hot mess, you’ll be just fine, honey. Charlie’s going to stay here with Ash as an attempted diversion. She’ll wear your clothes, Ash’ll wear mine. They’ll put on some wigs, we’ll see how that goes tonight.”

“Where are we going?”

“So this is an interesting hiding spot,” you said, squatted down in your next door neighbors kitchen twenty minutes later. “Thanks again Doug, I really appreciate it, even if I don’t get what’s going on yet.”

“It’s no problem, kid. The girls are on the road with their mother for the week so perfect timing,” he said. Jensen paced back and forth by the window in the dark house, not that you had much of a view of your own from over there. “Mind if I ask why you two trust me of all people?”

“Because you were halfway through kicking that paparazzi’s ass by the time I even showed up,” said Jensen, glancing over his shoulder. “You don’t want someone hurting your kids. It’s not a big leap to you keeping a watchful eye on your young neighbor just in case.”

“What are you expecting to learn from all this though. Aren’t you just going to get the team at best and not the guy?” asked Doug.

“Team could lead us to answers.”

“You know that won’t work. You’re trying to keep your head above water at this point, aren’t you,” he said.

“Yeah, Doug, I am,” said Jensen, snapping back quickly. “You have any genius ideas I’d love to hear them.”

“Y/N, when your show starts back up, would you mind letting the girls have a tour of set? They love it,” said Doug.

“Of course. If I’m still around that is,” you said. He smiled and glanced at his computer. “What?”

“I’m about to use up a huge favor that’s owed me. Glad I held onto it all these years,” he said. He took a seat behind his laptop and took out his phone.

“What are you doing?” asked Jensen.

“I’m going to ask for surveillance from last night, see if we can’t backtrack where that intruder originally came from.”

“You can do that?” you asked.

“It’s not easy but yeah, I can do that. I still have a few friends in the business. Let’s see if we can get you kids a break.”

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!

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[garciaswebhistory]

Crushed; Reader x Spencer

warnings: mentions of torture, rape, possible death

summary: the one time you take off a case and your boyfriend goes, he ends up as a hostage inside of a violent, religious cult

based around S4, E3 timeline “Minimal Loss”

Vacation time. An unknown concept of a job for an FBI agent, especially a BAU member. Every day, the air was sick with energy and adrenaline as the constant cases flooded in.

Of course, as you looked down at your wrapped up foot that had been itching like crazy for the past five and a half weeks, you realized how boring vacation was. Especially when your boyfriend had gone back to work, even though he hadn’t wanted to. 

But his job needed him and his brain more than you needed him to give you a massage every five minutes and follow you around like a lost puppy.

 Always a conference call, neighborhood serial killer, an issue with the public media, or the occasional terrorist kept everyone on their toes, and it was addicting. How or why would anyone ever want to leave?

Sure, seeing a dead body at least twice a month, or the occasional fear of being taken as a hostage was always there. The fact that your life was more at risk than others, or that it was more common to get shot than not on the daily?

 Again, good reasons. But that was what kept you coming back day after day.

You were 25, having joined the BAU three years ago, and like the adrenaline junkie you were with a thing for men in uniform, you fit right in. Not to mention your team that was more of a family then your biological relatives, and your wonderful boyfriend and now fiancé Spencer Reid.

He was 30, with a baby face, sharp jawline, and curly brown hair. He was a doll baby, sweet and sensitive but could take down someone if he had to. You two were just perfect for each other, and it was obvious to everyone who saw you two in the same room. 

You gravitate towards one another, smiling, winking playfully, giggling, and playing footsies. You two were like small children with one another… best friends and the love of each other’s lives.

Just two nights ago, he had proposed to you after 15 months, 2 weeks, and four days of being together (you knew this thanks to your lover boy computer), so you had given him the obvious answer. 

Some would have said that you were moving too fast, but that was just the life of a federal agent who put their lives on the battlefield for the sake of others on a regular occasion. Never once had you questioned him being your soulmate, and you never would. 

After him being kidnapped and shot multiple times, and you being raped and tortured horribly on separate occasions, life just was too precious for you to beat around the bush. Plus, even 

Rossi said that he knew what a failed relationship looked like, and that failed relationships didn’t cook with one another, draw faces on each other while sleeping, or put their lives at risk for one another. 

Again… soulmates. :)

Maybe that was why you had been so happy when you had taken a pregnancy test just minutes ago and had now found it positive. You ran to the couch, trying your best to ease your broken foot that was so close to healing. 

Grabbing your phone, you opened it to dial your boyfriend’s number when the tv in front of you caught your attention. You always kept the News on when Spencer was gone, fearing you’d miss something. Plus the missing people reports and traffic jams in your city were no news to you.

“Here I am, right outside of an underground facility in La Plata County, Colorado that is said to be hospitalizing a cult. Among the cult are women, children, and three child services agents held hostage who went in earlier to do a wellness check. Federal units are doing their best to get everyone out safely but so far the progress has been minimal. I will have more on this story as we continue this.”

You stopped cold, remembering JJ give the evaluation of the case to everyone just hours before you had to say goodbye to the team. It was a call from a teen girl about underage marriages and Cyrus, the cult leader, taking advantage of his young, female followers. The cult was on a ranch, and was its own society basically. 

You had wanted to go, but had been told to stay home by everyone on the team. Spencer had wanted to stay with you, but he was a valuable part of the plan. He was to go with Pretniss and a real child services agent to disguise themselves and not cause any panic. But now… He was a hostage.

You dialed Garcia’s phone, knowing that she would be the one most likely to have their phone and not be preoccupied, although that was already a long stretch. Fortunately though, you remembered that you were Garcia’s third favorite person after her boyfriend and Morgan. 

“Thank you for calling Fairy Godmother and Gizmos, your fairy godmother speaking.” She chimed in, sounding stressed but like she was trying to put on a brave face. “Hey, it’s Y/n. I’m sorry to call like this but I need to know what’s going on.”

You could head typing on her keyboard before she cleared her throat. “Alrighty, here’s what we know but it’s not much. Reid and Prentiss went in with another agent to check out the call and then there was a raid we weren’t aware of. Right now, they don’t have any reason to hurt any of them. I- What? Oh god, oh god.”

You suddenly became terrified, screaming into the cell phone as your eyes laid glued onto the tv screen. “Garcia? What? What is it?” You asked as you heard her heavy breathing on the other side. “Hotch gave me access to their radio so I can listen in, and… they just… Oh my god.” You hated the pause, wanting to both hug and kill her in that moment.

“One of the agents got hit in the raid, but they’re not saying which one. Hold on, I’ll forward you to Hotch.” You heard her clicking her keyboard even more. “Oh and Y/n? Whenever you get in touch with our boyfriend, tell him I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t come back in one piece.” 

“Not if I do it first.” You heard Garcia chuckle at your response, but you didn’t feel like smiling even though she was trying hard. Spencer was in danger. You stayed on the phone until you heard Rossi’s deep tone.

“Hello? Agent Rossi.” He picked up on Hotch’s phone, and for a second you thought Hotch was in trouble too. “Rossi! I… I need you to tell me what’s going on. The news isn’t giving me anything and I… I don’t know what to do. I knew I should have come.” You began crying, letting the hormones control you.

“Hey, listen to me. Reid needs you strong. We all do. Reid is in there, but we have no reason to think he’s been injured.” He tried to explain, but it didn’t help the tears streaming down your face. “What about Cyrus? He said one of them got hit.” You heard a sigh from Rossi and began crying even more.

“Yes, the agent Pretniss and Reid went in with died. But it wasn’t the cult’s doing. I don’t think they’re going to hurt him.” Rossi tried to make you feel better, and he did, but it only gave you more questions.

“What do they want with them?” You asked as Rossi sighed. You could tell he was just at a loss like you were. “If we get the women, children and our agents out, Cyrus knows that we will have no reason to hold back. He has to keep them alive or else he’s as good as dead.” 

“Just… bring him home Rossi. All of you better be at the agency tomorrow at 7 on the dot. Please. I’ll call you back if I hear something happens.” You began to hang up before you heard Rossi chuckle lightly. “Yes mam.”

You sighed in relief as you grabbed a pillow and hugged it against your body, squeezing it tightly. All the times you had taken Spencer for granted, telling him to go to work and not waste his time with you. 

Now, all you wanted was to be in his arms. You wanted to comb through his hair with your fingers and give him a massage for once. Did he know how much you loved him? Did he know how obsessed you were with him? How you would trade places with him right now without a second thought. 

God, you should have gone. Fuck your bad foot, you could stand there and watch. You could watch a building from a safe distance like all of them were doing. You could even go in, and maybe they would take it easy on you and not suspect anything if they saw you were injured.

Anything was better than having your one and only in a building of armed, mentally disordered people with secrets and something to die for. You gripped the pillow tighter, and began silently crying again. You just wanted him there. Was that too much to ask?

Finally, the News updated. “Live from the source. After speaking with the federal agents, it is known that one of the two alive hostages right now is an FBI agent. I am looking right now at the ranch, which is circled with SWAT vehicles. We can only hope that this won’t be the bloody battle it’s leading up to.”

You froze, dropping the remote and watching the back of it snap off, sending the two batteries rolling across the floor in opposite directions. Your immediate reaction was the call Rossi, and with your hand shaking, that’s exactly what you did. 

“We saw Y/n, we saw. I don’t know how they knew that but it’s… it’s not good.” Rossi confessed. losing your attention for a minute. “H- Is he going to die? Are they going to kill him? Rossi answer me!” You yelled into the phone, hearing muffled yelling but no answer.

“I’ve got to go Y/n. I’m sorry. I’ll call you back when any of us can talk.” And he hung up on you, leaving you feeling empty and alone on the couch that you had once sat on with Spencer, in the apartment you both paid for. You glanced at your stomach and sighed, putting your hand on it.

It looked normal now, but in just weeks it would become obvious. When would you take off work? When would you tell the team? Who would be the godfather and mother? When would you tell Spencer? Would you ever even be able to tell Spencer?

No. You slapped your hand. You can’t think like that. You have to be strong. For Spencer. For yourself. For everyone.

You held your legs to your chest and put your phone down, staring at the tv and then at your phone. Please give me an update. Please give me something. 

Hours passed, and although the News did hourly updates, the only change was that it was now nighttime. Finally, you picked up your phone and dialed JJ, knowing she’d be updated on everything and possibly free.

“Y/n? How are you holding up?” She asked, and you again were reminded why JJ was the BAU’s voice to the public. Her soft voice could almost convince you that your boyfriend and team’s life wasn’t at risk.

“Nobody is answering my calls and I’m so scared JJ. I… Just tell me straight. Please.” You explained as you heard her sigh on the other end. “Reid and Pretniss were questioned and Pretniss confessed that she was the FBI agent. She got beat up pretty bad.”

You felt relieved, but also guilty for feeling such. Poor Emily had confessed to save your boyfriend from a painful fate, and you would remember to give her a nice gift if and when she came back. 

“They gave us almost half of their people, and we don’t know why. Right now, we think they’re going to commit mass suicide. There’s no evidence that they’re going to hurt Reid. Just… Just relax.” JJ tried to comfort you, but you still felt uneasy. 

“I just… I…” You stared at the tv as they were doing another hourly update. It looked like nothing had changed. That was, until a large light hit your tv. You put on your glasses with regret of taking your contacts out, and then stared at the tv screen in horror.

A large explosion replaced where the church had sat, and it took a moment to register that the explosion had been the mass suicide JJ had just told you about. “Oh my god!!” You screamed, dropping your phone as you raised your hands to your mouth.

“Y/n? Y/n? Answer me!” You heard the phone click as JJ hung up, but you didn’t care. You stared at the tv, and couldn’t help but feel your heart drop. Spencer was inside. Pretniss was inside. JJ would have told you if either of them had come out. He would have called you surely.

“N-No.” You stuttered, unable to grasp the concept that he was gone. He was hurt. He was… dead. No… You were about to cry out, but your phone began buzzing, snapping you out of it.

You grasped it slowly and brought it to your ear with your shaking hand. “Hello?” You spoke, feeling your voice quiver from the sobs threatening to come out. “Y/n? It’s Hotch.” You nodded, realizing the let down when you realized it wasn’t Reid, but your boss.

“Everyone is okay. I just called to tell you that.” You froze, just holding the phone without noticing the man on the other line trying to get your attention. “What time are you getting to the airport?” You asked, already getting your shoes on. 

“Six thirty, why?” Hotch asked, but you had already hung up. You fixed your hair, put in your contacts, and grabbed the keys, ready to go.

The car ride to the airport was long, but the wait inside the building was even longer. Every minute felt like an hour, and every brown-haired man in the building looked like Spencer from afar. You just needed to see him. You wanted to see him.

You would have called him or texted him, but you now knew he was on a plane, and you just had to wait.

Finally, though, six-thirty came, and you prayed that Hotch would stick to his word like every other time. You waited at the gate, and after checking it three times in five minutes, you knew you just had to play the waiting game of misery. Around you, airport security and employees gave you pitiful glances as you paced, sniffled, and tried to hold yourself together.

Slowly though, you began to sink into your seat and drift off into a light sleep, only to be awakened by your boyfriend. “Hey Baby.” You murmured before closing your eyes again.

Wait.

“Oh my God, Spencer!” You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him, dangling like the shorty you were. “I… Oh my… I hate you so much.” Spencer laughed lightly, feeling your grip around him tightly. “I… I thought you died. I thought… I’d never see you again.” You began crying, finally letting all your emotions resurface. You felt his grip on you tighten as he lowered you back to your feet.

“You were inside and then I saw the bomb and I-” The tears kept you from talking as you buried your face into his chest. “I hate you so much.” You whispered, holding onto his shirt tightly. “Don’t ever leave me again. We need you here.” You looked up at him as he stared at you with confusion. “We?” 

You patted your stomach and grinned slyly. “I-I’m pregnant.” You confessed, watching his eyes light up with happiness and surprise. “Y-You’re kidding. That’s… Oh my god!” He looked overjoyed, lifting you up by the waist and twirling you around.

“I’m going to be a Dad!” He shouted, the few other people around the terminal giving applause. “Oh my gosh, there’s so much to do. So much to buy. So many people to tell. I have to read all those parenting books!” Spencer began to pace around before you brought him back to reality with a hug. “Just kiss me to start.”

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[for-ests]

Please Don’t Go: Kageyama Tobio (Part 2)

Part 1 

Warnings: mild gore, angst, then fluff 

Word count: 2, 757

Sirens lit up the once vacant, lifeless street, signaling to residents that something grim had unfolded. Curiosity ushered everyone who was wakened by the crash to timidly stand by and watch. Many of them college students like yourself, some who knew you and prayed for your recovery.

Unfortunately, it took almost five minutes for the ambulance to arrive as strangers knelt beside you to make sure your breathing steadied.

Hearing the commotion from outside, and watching the red and blue lights reflect through her windows, Yachi gained the courage to step onto the street. Whatever had happened, she had a gut-wrenching feeling that you were involved. You should have arrived over 15 minutes ago, and she knew you were not the type of person to cancel last minute without warning. Especially this late at night, and after an argument with your boyfriend.

As those thoughts swirled through her brain, Yachi began to grow more panicked, her pace picking up as she rounded that fateful corner. She had called you five times, each call dialing fully until it reached your voicemail.

An ambulance was in sight, and so was a police vehicle. Her eyes scanned the road, noting a dent in a residential car and a group of first responders huddled around a female body.

Her stomach flipped. Just by glancing at the color of your hair, she knew it was you.

“Oh my god…!” The blonde gasped, sprinting towards you, tears gathering in her eyes. “No… No… please.”

A police officer heard her cry and turned towards her. “Mam, you need to stay back.” He warned calmly, stepping in front of her path.

Bystander’s turned their attention to her, as well as the first responders. A woman who had also been crying started to sob even harder, she looked away with an expression masked in guilt.

“That’s my friend!” Yachi replied desperately. “I need to see…” The words died in her throat. “She was walking to my house!”

The officer reassuringly set a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep her attention averted from your crumbled state. “She’s alive and in stable condition. Your friend will be okay.”

Yachi furiously wiped her tears away. “O-okay.”

“What’s her name?” The officer asked. “She’s unconscious and I need to write a name down.”

“Y/N, L/N.” She relayed, clenching her fists in frustration. How did this happen? Was there anything she could do? Yachi took a deep breath and closed her eyes again, trying to get rid of the rest of her tears. She needed to be strong for you, whatever had happened. You were going to be okay and that’s all that mattered. “She’s a student here.”

Despite that, her heart still pounded in her chest as she watched the first responders create a makeshift splint for your leg and arm, hoisting you onto a gurney. For a brief second, she saw your face. Cuts and bruises littered your ashen skin. “Please let me ride in the ambulance with her!” She asked, practically begging.

Since it wasn’t a critical emergency, Yachi was let into the ambulance to accompany you. She rushed over and hopped inside, managing to refrain from trembling at the seriousness of your situation. Normally, she wouldn't be able to speak, yet alone make a fuss at a legitimate crime scene, but she couldn’t leave you alone. You couldn’t be alone when you woke up.

You would do the same for her.

“She’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” The medic sitting across from her said as he hooked you up to an IV system. “She’ll head right into surgery.”

“Thank you.” Yachi managed to smile, though she knew it wouldn’t suffice. She was queasy. Your body looked mangled, and she could see the break in your lower leg, the bone almost breaking your skin.

The blonde gripped your hand through the short and silent ride to the emergency room. Squeezing it tightly, she quietly thanked God that your injuries hadn’t worsened. She watched your chest rise and fall, calming her own worries as the minutes passed.

For a moment, her conscious cleared past the present as she remembered the reason you were trekking to her apartment. Kageyama.

Yachi pulled her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket and immediately texted him.

Yachi Hitoka: Y/N was in an accident. She’s going into surgery, please meet me at the hospital on third street. I’ll call you when I arrive.

Kageyama Tobio: Please tell me she’s okay

Kageyama Tobio: Oh my god, please

Kageyama Tobio: Yachi?

One missed call from Kageyama Tobio

Yachi Hitoka: She’s going to be okay, I promise

Kageyama Tobio: I’m running there now

Kageyama Tobio: I’ll meet you in the lobby

Kageyama grabbed his wallet, keys, and a jacket before sprinting down the same street you had before. Heart pounding in his chest, he ran as hard as he could.

He ran past the scene, barely paying attention to who was there, and who was tending to the mess. All he could think about was you.

How could he let this happen? How could he let you walk away?

Stressed beyond comprehension, he couldn't even cry. He ran the full twenty minutes to the hospital where Yachi claimed you would be.

Bursting through the hospital doors, he found Yachi's grief-stricken expression waiting for him.

"How bad is it?" He panted, biting onto his lip so hard that he could taste blood.

The blonde looked reluctant to tell him, seeming to realize that he would find himself at fault. "Broken bones."

Kageyama's heart fell. For a moment, he couldn't speak. He could not think.

Then suddenly, without warning, your boyfriend kicked the nearest waiting room chair. "Fuck!"

Yachi stepped back, startled. "It's not your fault!" She hesitated to reach forward and console him. Kageyama was incredibly rigid, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.  

He slumped down in the same chair he tried to break, and didn't say another word until the doctor came to the waiting room four hours later.  

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Surprisingly, you emerged from your slumber peacefully. Even if pain was the first thing to enter your mind, the second was the sight of your friends cramped into the small hospital room, all of them dozing off.

You blinked a couple times, trying to recall where you were and what had happened. Gazing down at your legs, you almost gasped aloud. The cast around the lower portion of your body seemed to reflect a broken femur. Along with some bones in your arm that you couldn’t identify. Your entire left arm was encased.

Starting to panic, your eyes darted to the man sitting beside you. Kageyama stared at you with tender eyes, the only person awake so he could give Yachi the couch to nap on.

“Good morning.” He whispered, squeezing your hand gently. Your cheeks inflamed when you realized he had been holding it the entire time. “You’re finally awake.”

Weakly, you squeezed his hand back. You immediately remembered what happened last night, and why you were even out on the street in the first place. It was strange how little your argument seemed now that you were lying in a hospital bed. Wondering if he felt it too, your lip started to quiver.

“I’m sorry.”

Your mouth parted in surprise.

“Sorry for what?”

Kageyama grimaced. Now, you could finally glimpse the reality of his expression. Anyone who knew him could tell he was disheveled. The bags under his eyes had worsened. It seemed like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

“What I said to you last night was unfair. I didn’t mean it. And now-” He started, too choked up to say anything coherent. You had the feeling he wanted to reach out for you by the way he stumbled with his words, and how he anxiously gestured with each sentence. You watched that thought leave his eyes as he remembered the pain you must be in.

Guilt was evident in his tone, in his eyes, all over his face.

“Y/N… I love you and I haven’t been showing it. I’m sorry.”

Taking comfort in the fact that Kageyama could finally admit his wrongdoing, caused a smirk to cross your face. He rarely showed emotion, and right now you were witnessing an overload. “It really took me getting hit by a car to make you realize that, huh?”

“Not funny.” He said, even if slight smile curved upon his lips.

“I thought it was funny.” You heard Yachi’s chuckle from across the room.

The both of you turned to find her already scrambling from the couch to your side. “How are you feeling?” She asked cautiously. “You’ve been asleep for ten hours. Surgery took four.”

“It hurts, but I’m okay. For now," You answered honestly. In the moment it was terrifying, but you were lucky that you only had broken bones. Yachi looked like she wanted to say more, her eyebrows creased with worry. “Thank you for being there with me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes to relieve some of the tension. The blonde could tell that you needed to have a private conversation with your boyfriend. “I should go get us some food, and let the doctors know you’re awake.”

“Thank you.” You weakly blew a kiss in her direction with your uninjured hand as she left the room.

Once the door closed, Kageyama leaned down and rested his head in your lap, hiding his face.

“Where’s your mind at?” You comfortably set your hand in his hair, running your fingers down the nap of his neck. Normally, you would be all too willing to fall back into his arms. But if that were to happen, the cycle would go on repeating itself. That’s not the life you wanted for yourself, and it was certainly not the life you wanted for Kageyama. If you couldn’t be the one by his side, hopefully someone else could.

He was struggling. And his way of dealing with it was pushing you away, something you couldn’t handle.

“What do you mean where’s my mind at?” He lifted his head, blinking in confusion. One hand was still intertwined with yours while the other gripped the railing of your hospital bed. You watched his muscles tense.

Strangely, the accident had provided your mind with clarity.

“I love you, Kageyama.” You gestured frantically between the two of you. There was barely a gap, but it felt like miles. “But do you still want to be with me? It feels like you don’t sometimes.”

“Of course I do.” He whispered. “I just… don’t want to bother you with my problems. I try to be better for you, for us, yet I keep failing.”

“You’re my boyfriend for a reason. I agreed to figuring out your problems with you.”

He knew he had no justifiable excuse. He had fucked up. What was wrong with his mentality? He hadn’t thought about you in his moments of despair. Your accident brought that to light and he couldn’t help but feel responsible.

“I love you, Y/N.” His shoulders relaxed. “I’ll do anything I can to make it up to you.”

“All I’m asking is that you show it more.” You reminded quietly, surprised at how quickly he had agreed with you. “I should be able to feel your love, like how I am right now.”

Your words were a challenge. After the years you had spent together, Kageyama was able to decipher your language.

“This last month has been difficult for the both of us. Not just you, Tobio.”

Suddenly feeling distressed, you prayed silently that your words were getting through to him. You wanted to kiss him so badly, to run your fingers along his face in a caressing touch. You wanted to move on like nothing ever happened but your heart couldn’t go through it again. There needed to be a change.

“You’re right.” He breathed, tension pulling harder and harder at the both of you. “I feel like you despise me. I don’t know how to make it right.”

His confession took you by surprise. Kageyama was never not confident, he never shied away from taking control of every situation. When he walked into the room, all eyes were always on him. You knew he was under an immense amount of stress and pressure because of it. But now it had taken a toll on your relationship.

“I’m not used to this… not knowing what to do.”

“You should be able to take comfort in the fact that I’m here for you. I should know things about you that no one else does.” You met his eyes again. “I thought you would have learned this after being together for three years.”

“Take comfort in the fact that no one has heard me say that before.” He leaned closer, an invitation. “You’re the only girl I need.”

Still upset, that comment made the corners of your lips curve slightly.

He was vulnerable for what seemed like the first time. That was a step in the right direction, a promising one. Now he knew you were serious. You wouldn’t tolerate his childish behavior any longer. You wanted something more with him, and he was going to have to work for it.

“I get so upset because… Because that’s how I feel too. That you’re the one for me.”

Even though Kageyama was sure you still wanted to scream at him, yet you held yourself with so much composure. It made his heart race. You looked beautiful just as you were, even when your eyes were red, hair matted to your face, and skin littered with cuts and bruises. He only wished this conversation happened sooner, because your injuries would disappear.

“I love you.” Kageyama repeated with glossy eyes. “For a moment I thought I had lost you.”

And with that, he closed the gap and pressed a kiss against your lips. His warmth enveloped you and you gripped onto him tight, as tight as you could without straining your weakened state.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” He whispered into your hair, holding your head to his. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it.”

A few stray tears escaped your eyelids but he immediately wiped them away. His own were welling up, as he became unable to hold back any longer.

“You’re everything to me.” You tilted your head to kiss his cheek. You relished in the feeling of his hands grasping to you tightly, as if he might lose you again.

You hadn’t seen him cry in so long, longer than you could remember. He was always so strong, so secure. Most times it was because you thought he was emotionless when it came to you, but you had been proved wrong once again.

Kageyama opened his mouth to reply, but the door clicked open, signaling that Yachi was back to fret over you.

“Yay!’ She sang. “Everything is okay now?”

“Yes.” Kageyama replied, clearing his throat and refraining from showing any more emotion, especially in front of someone who wasn’t you.

“I’m great-" You gave her a thumbs up, chuckling as she started to unpack the food she had purchased. Well, Kageyama had. He had slipped her his wallet. “and starving.”

“Your wish is my command.” She handed you a plastic bowl of steaming ramen and packaged meat buns. Your mouth watered and you immediately reached to rip open the plastic.

"Um," You tittered, handing the buns back to Kageyama. "I need you to open it for me." Laughing helped subside the aches that came with every simple movement.

Your boyfriend snorted, and obliged. Unwrapping the snack, he held it to your mouth.

Food had never tasted so amazing as it did in that moment.

“Don’t eat too fast.” Chuckling, Yachi rummaged through the bag of snacks and handed Kageyama two milk pouches.

He smiled in thanks.

“I can’t believe after all these years that’s still your favorite.” You said through mouthfuls.

“Yeah.” Yachi teased. “You’d think he grow out of it by now.”

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

The rest of the day was spent watching movies and stuffing your faces full of unhealthy cafeteria food. Oddly, you wouldn't have wanted to spend it any other way.

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[bohemiansweede]

Valentines Confessions

Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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[stevenbasic]

Almost four years ago...

“Hey, c’mon, p-please... Rina, stop…” I countered, holding my hands up and attempting a laugh...but hearing myself stammer as I stepped back into the wall, “Remember...my wife -” “Your wife,” she interrupted, giggling as she took another step closer, “...isn’t here...” We’d found ourselves, my medical assistant Rina and I, alone in a back hallway of the local tavern I'd rented out for the office’s annual holiday party. Just like at the office, we’d been flirting and joking with one another all evening, drinking, eating...more drinking, with all the rest of the staff, a nice little crowd. I like to think I have a friendly relationship with all my employees...but let’s just say I liked Rina, my newest hire, especially well. And here we were...and now we were alone.

“Nope, wifey’s not here...is she?” she finished, as she clasped her hands in front of her, purposefully squeezing her soft mams between her arms, making that amazing cleavage of hers bubble and bulge over her neckline. I couldn’t help but look down, falling right into her trap. I rarely got to see her in anything other than scrubs, and wow... her figure... So big, at least as big as Deanna, if not bigger…

“Uh... W-well, you see…” I stuttered. I was trying to retain my composure, my at-ease smile...but I was turning into a mess. Just a half hour earlier I was up in front of everyone as they finished dessert, telling jokes and lauding them for another successful year at the practice. And now, I found myself here, feeling like a mouse that had been cornered by a hungry cat and...boy, was I nervous. “Uh…”

I laughed again, and she was smiling playfully, like this was a drunken little game. But the way she gazed up at me with those big dark eyes, as shiny and beautiful as polished obsidian, made it perfectly clear we weren’t just playing any more.

When I finally did get a hold of myself and I looked back up at her she was already wearing that smirk of hers… that sexy, knowing smirk. The same one that she always gave me when she caught me glancing her way in the office. But now, here, with four bourbons in me, I was outright staring, barely even trying to hide it. Yes, Rina and I had a fun, flirty thing going at work, and I’d had fun, flirty relationships with lots of “my girls”. They all seemed to like it, and I like to think it - I dunno - keeps the work environment fun, if we can all be friends, friendly, flirty. But - especially since my last affair with Deanna - I was always careful to tread carefully. The alcohol in my system, though, tonight, certainly wasn’t doing me any favors in this regard, and I felt my blood starting to race dangerously in excitement. “No, she isn’t,” she answered for me, reaching up to straighten my tie for me, pouting, “she isn’t here at all.” Satisfied with my collar, she ran her hands slowly down my chest. “She made you come here all...by...your…”

Her hands ended up under my jacket, near my belly.

“...self.”

“Yes, yeah…you guys,” I said, trying again to laugh, immediately knowing I was too brave in my reply, the booze speaking for me, “have me all to yourselves.”

At that Rina laughed, laughed and then….purred. “Yes, all to ourself…” She smiled up at me, as we were both obviously enjoying this covert moment together, and I smiled back.

“Where did she say she had to go again?” she asked, blithely, “Some big lawyer meeting thing? Like, she couldn’t be bothered to be here for you tonight?…” Oh Jeez, why did she have to be so perceptive? “N-no…’ I chuckled, “that’s not i-” “Oh, I think it is. What a cruel woman, leaving her husband here all alone...” Rina teased, her voice quieting to a gentle whisper as she stepped in closer, pressing herself against me, “Poor, poor Doctor…“

Her mouth was now mere inches from mine, and I could feel the warm breath of her Amaretto Sours on my face. The gentle caress of her fingers drew tiny, little circles on my abdomen and despite myself...they were electrifying. Even through the fabric of my shirt they sent shivers down my spine. Not to mention those breasts - god they’re big... big and firm, firm and soft - squishing warmly into me, deforming against my chest and spreading out even wider. And at this point cleavage was absolutely exploding out of her neckline, her tanned skin contrasting beautifully against the dark neckline of her grey sweater dress. “You deserve better,” she stated indulgently, scratching my sides through my shirt with long, manicured nails, “You work sooo much… so many long, stressful hours, helping all those nice people…”

“Yeah haha…” I managed trying to back away as much as I could, but only finding myself taking an unneeded sip of now-watery whiskey.

“I mean, I’m sure your wife is nice…”

“Nice?” I added, too quickly and far too unwisely, too candidly, “I don’t know if I’d call her ‘nice’...” That, for sure, brought a slow, wide smile to Rina’s face, catching me in this lack of restraint, this moment of candor.

“Awww...You deserve someone nice. Someone that can...return the favor,” she continued, picking up on my cues, that she was hitting home, “someone who can make everything feel all better after such a long...hard...day.”

I swallowed loudly, trying to think about anything other than how good her thick thigh felt pressing into my groin, my steadily growing hardness. Could she feel it yet? I fought against every deep urge inside myself not to push myself into her leg, make her feel it.

But I know I should have been thinking more clearly about Sheryl… my wife, the woman to whom I’d committed myself. A smart, capable, beautiful woman in her own right, who helped me buy and build this practice, gave me so much support. I needed to be strong. I couldn’t do this to her again, not after all that I had put her through the first time. Things had been going so well lately between us, I like to think we’d fixed things. I know I should have pushed Rina away, I should have told her to leave me alone but I stupidly didn’t. I was too weak, too stupified by booze, by how much fun I’d been having...by Rina’s smooth, enticing voice, by the closeness of her body, by her big, full breasts and deep cleavage. It was all just so… so…

...promising.

And so I let her continue.

“Your wife’s not...gentle, is she?” she continued, smiling mischievously up at me, as she slowly squeezed her shoulders again, pushing them together to display her size and pull my gaze, “She’s not...soft, like me, is she?”

“Hehe no...she’s…uh…” Jesus those breasts. Bulging, tan. Even in this dim light, a few freckles. “She’s, uh, not…” And, god, Rina was a new mom, right? “...not like...you.” “Do you like them, Dr J?” She asked suddenly, blinking coquettishly up at me as I wrenched my gaze back up into her eyes. Fuck, I was staring again!

“Wh-whu..?” I laughed, trying to save myself.

She giggled.  “I always see you looking at me, at work…” she said, with faux innocence, “Why is that?”

“L-looking at you?” I tried, “Hahah I don’t, I wasn’t -” I began, but again I was interrupted.

“You mean you don’t look at my tits?” she smiled, eyes flashing...giggling, “You don’t...like them?”

Oh my god I have to-

“No, I mean...I totally love them.” Wait...What was I saying??

Before I could save myself she gave a hearty laugh, throwing her head back, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, the flesh of boobs jiggling. “That’s good,” she said, as she pulled her shoulders back, drew in a deep breath to expand her torso, “I’m so glad you like them…that you like looking at me...”

I tried to stammer a response, backpedal.

“Shhh...” She hushed me, putting her finger against my lips, “It’s okay sweetie, I don’t mind…” Moving her hand to the back of my head, she urged my head to tilt, my gaze lower… to look down at her… Oh God… “Yes… that’s it…” She cooed as I stared down at her, down her top and into that wonderful, deliciously full cleavage, “Rina’s just so big, isn’t she?” Stupidly, I nodded, too paralyzed by her charms to say or do anything else. I felt more than saw the satisfied grin spread across her face, the glint of triumph flashing in the dark onyx of her eyes. I knew this was going a little too far but it wasn’t obviously bothering her one bit.

“Yes, ever since I started, after having the baby, now that they’re so big...” she continued, “...you can’t keep your eyes off them, can you?”

“N-no I, uh…” I stammered, more and more caution being thrown to the wind, “you’re beautiful…”

“Oh, Doctor….”

And that’s when something changed - I felt something change in her, in the air between us. Her confidence soared, her mind made up. She knew, I knew, we both knew that this was going somewhere.

I saw her look left, and then right, and then - confident that we were alone - I felt her hand grab me through my pants. I groaned - quietly, not wanting to be heard - but did nothing to stop her. Suddenly I was putty in her hands.

And then we kissed…

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thanks to DB20 for his help on this one!

#Growing Into the Job

[angstalottle]

Circus

Part 4

It had been a week since Keith joined the circus and he had fallen into a routine. Keith would wake up at 5 am to help Hunk make breakfast for the crew. Then at 6:30 when everyone had eaten Keith would clean up while practice started. He would spend the next few hours running around getting anything the performers need, dumbbells for Hunk. Chains for Shiro. Balance beams for Lance. Megaphone for Allura. Then around midday he would help make lunch. After everyone’s eaten he would help Coran fix the set and costumes until show time. During showtime after the first disaster of the winch Hunk was left in charge of it. While Keith was put under Pidge, doing whatever the stage hand needed. By time he had helped clean up Keith was usually so exhausted that he just collapsed onto his bed in the shared trailer. Keith had gotten so used to this routine that it came as a surprise to him when one day everyone started to pack up so the circus could move on. “Your coming with us right?” Hunk asked as he carried a large wooden beam over his shoulder. “I mean… if you’ll have me.” “Of course we’ll have you. Best assistant I’ve had since Lance started performing.” Pidge said as he seemed to materialise from no where making the two men jump in surprise. “Wait Lance used to do my job?” Keith asked in surprise. “Well sure he did, all the performers started out as stagehands until they found their act. Allura was actually the one to pick most of us up.” Hunk said with a soft smile “from the gutter or prison or mad house or brothel.” Keith looked at Hunk in shock “that’s where you guys came from?” “Well yeah, did you really think your the only one with secrets?” Pidge asked looking over his glasses at him. “Hey Hunk Coran needs you to help him move some trunks of costumes!” They all looked up to see Lance hanging upside down high above their heads untying the ropes that held the tent together. A week ago Keith would of been worried Lance would fall. However after only a few days he came to realise that Lance was not someone to ever keep his feet on the ground. He would always be climbing or hanging off something. He even slept in a hammock hung above the others, refusing to sleep anywhere close to the floor. Keith had tried to ask him about it, but he was always shrugged off and eventually he just gave up deciding it was just another of Lance’s strange habits. “Sure thing bud.” Hunk walked off carrying the heavy beam like it was the lightest thing in the world. “Lance! when your finished up there go help pack up the kitchen!” Pidge yelled up. Lance grabbed a free piece of rope and began to climb down upside down. “I’ll head there now.” He jumped off and landed on his feet with his arms outstretched like he expected applause. All he got was an annoyed glare from Pidge. “Good, take Keith in about done here.” “Yes mam.” Lance saluted making Pidge swat at him playfully with his hat. Keith followed after Lance finding it annoyingly difficult to keep up with him and his long legs. “Why did you call Pidge mam?” “Oh cause she’s a woman… well on the inside.” Lance shrugged. “What the hell does that mean?” Lance thought for a moment “well Pidge is a girl but she has like a birth defect that makes her body look male. She doesn’t really care if you call her male or female but I know she prefers to be recognised as a woman.” Keith nodded slowly starting to get it. “Was she the one from the mad house?” Lance stopped in his tracks causing Keith to walk right into the back of him. “You heard about that then… yeah that was her. But it’s not my story to tell.” Keith couldn’t remember Lance ever sounding so serious. “What’s your story then?” Lance opened his mouth but closed it again when Shiro walked out of the kitchen tent carrying a few crates. “All done here. Time to move out.” He smiled looking down at the two. “I call Blue!” Lance yelled running off the the five horse drawn carts holding the entire circus going for one with a coat so dark it almost shon blue giving her namesake. “What was that about?” Shiro asked looking down at Keith who only shrugged. “I have no idea.” —————————— If Keith thought helping to run a circus was tiring then actually moving one was beyond exhausting. He had been put in charge of a slightly older horse with a ginger coat named Red. She was a little tough to handle at first but eventually they came to an understanding after a few hours of struggling and running on ahead. They fell into place next to Hunk and a very large shaggy horse named Goldie. “So what’s your story?” Hunk asked. “What?” Keith hoped he had misheard him. “I mean no one joins the circus if they had the easy life.” “Tell me your and I’ll tell mine.” Keith suggested pulling on Red reigns as she tried to catch up to over take Blue and Clover a little ahead of them. “Well Allura picked me up after I got kicked out of a bare knuckle boxing ring.” Keith stared at the gentle giant, he couldn’t imagine Hunk so much as hurting a fly let alone be fighting willingly. “What happened?” “Well me and Lance had known each other for years, it was just us see and we needed money to get by. Lance did what he could and so did I. For every fight I won I could get a dollar but if I threw a fight I could get five.” Keith could t bring himself to say anything. If Hunk and Lance really had been together for so long then their natural closeness made sense. They were like brothers not lovers. “How come you got kicked out?” A shadow crossed over his face “the guy that ran the place… he did something really bad to Lance… I punched him in the face and I know I would of killed him. But a whole room filled with fighters and well let’s just say I woke up bloody and batterer by Allura trying to see if I was still alive.” “Wow.” Keith found was all he could say. What else could he say after hearing something like that. “So Allura got you and Lance to join?” A pained expression crossed Hunks features for less then a moment before he shook his head looking at the road in front of him. “N-no… she found Lance about 6 months after I joined up. I never thought I would see him again but because of her I got my brother back.” He grinned at Keith with so much joy that he felt a similar smirk stretch onto his own face. “Ok story for a story, your turn so spill.” Keith chuckled rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t really have a story. My dad owned a ranch in Texas and when I got old enough I decided to try my hand in the big city. I ended up broke and in prison for being caught with a prostitute.” He decided to leave out the gender of the prostitute. Just because Hunk was nice didn’t mean he wouldn’t want him lined out for being gay. Hunk laughed “aww and here I was hoping for some big dark secret, that’s nothing.” Keith shrugged half heartedly “what can I say? Sorry to disappoint.” “Ah well Lance is going to be disappointed, we had a bet going. He was sure you got arrested for fucking a guy or something.” Keith felt his blood run cold. “W-why would he think that?” “Oh no reason, he just said you looked the type.” Keith glared at the back of the trailer as though he could set Lance on fire just with the anger bubbling in him. “Well I’m not, you can tell him and everyone else that asks that I’m no fag.” Hunk winced “I’ll tell them your not gay… as long as you don’t use that word again.” Keith looked at him in surprised curiosity “how come.” “Because almost everyone here’s been one at least once in their life. Allura doesn’t get angry easy but her one rule is that no one uses that kind of language.” Keith couldn’t of felt more surprised now even if Hunk suddenly sprouted wings and flew away. “B-but it’s illegal.” Hunk grinned “not in every country we go to. First rule of the circus, the only laws that apply to us is about killing and stealing.” Keith knew he should feel relief. These people were all like him… he could be himself. However he couldn’t stop thinking about his time in prison. The beatings and sleepless nights being on guard thinking that if he closed his eyes then he would never wake up again.

#langst #klance #1920s au

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Southern Man (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has to sneak back home with Sam’s help and attends her first customer meeting...

Masterlist

Pairing: Ranch hand!Dean x reader

Word count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: More Dean in the next part, promise!...

“Fuck, Y/N. You gotta wake up,” said Dean, shaking your shoulder as you stirred, lifting yourself off his bed. “It’s nearly five and the other guys will be up soon.”

“Oh shit,” you said, bolting up from the bed, having fallen asleep in the wee hours of morning leaned up against him. You’d simply stayed up talking to him, talking about ranching, talking about school, talking about music and your families and how he wanted to take a camping trip on part of the property when he got an off day.

Pretty soon you realized he could talk about anything at all and it still put a smile on your face.

“Be careful, it’s still dark out,” said Dean, handing you your flashlight once you had your boots on, tossing one of his flannels at you. “It’s cold too. You’ll be frozen by the time you get back to the house.”

“Thanks,” you said, slipping it on and buttoning it up fast, Dean quietly opening his door. “See you later.”

“See you,” he said, pecking a quick kiss to your cheek as you slipped out. Boots were not ideal for running but you had to move fast before one of the early risers caught you out. You’d gotten back to the house in relative ease when you realized your key was in your bedroom.

“Please pick up,” you mumbled into your phone, wrapping your arms around yourself, hopping on the front porch to try and stay warm.

“Why are you calling me from your room? I’m ten feet down the hall,” whisper shouted Sam.

“I’m locked out. Let me in,” you said. The other end was quiet, Sam appearing through the window in the front door about a minute later.

“Where the hell have you been young lady?” he teased, squinting at you through the door with the messiest bed head you’d ever seen.

“Sammy, please let me in. Dad gets up at five,” you said, Sam sighing as he hung up and opened the door. “Thanks.”

“Is that a man’s flannel you have on because it sure looks like it,” said Sam, crossing his arms.

“You just helped me so that makes you an accomplice so get your ass back upstairs and we’ll talk later,” you whispered, Sam rolling his eyes as he followed you up the stairs and turned down the hall with you towards your wing of the house. You heard a door creak elsewhere, your head snapping back towards Sam.

“Go, I’ll cover,” he whispered, giving you just enough time to duck in your room before your dad was mumbling down the hall. You peeled off your boots and Dean’s shirt, your jeans going with it as you dove under the covers. You didn’t have enough time to fake sleeping, instead settling for blinking your eyes furiously when the door to your room opened.

“Hey, honey,” said your dad, sitting down on the edge of your bed, putting a hand on your forehead. “Sammy said you woke him up because you aren’t feeling good. Stomach okay?”

Sam shaking his head behind him made you groan.

“I think I ate something bad,” you whined, your dad shushing you.

“Get some sleep. I’ll make some soup for you to try later. Take the morning off and we’ll see if you’re feeling better around lunchtime,” he said.

“Thanks dad,” you said, grimacing just enough so he pulled your covers up over you.

“Come on, Sam. Let’s let your sister get some rest,” he said, ushering the both of them out. Ten minutes later you got a text from Sam.

You so owe me for this.

You sighed and fell back asleep, waking up around ten, catching Sam in the kitchen down stairs while he took his morning break.

“First off,” you said, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. “Best big brother ever, right here.”

“You’re lucky I’m willing to risk dad’s wrath for you. I can’t believe I snuck you back in. We’re adults, Y/N! We shouldn’t have to sneak around,” said Sam.

“Yeah well when you come home late dad just smirks and puts on this proud little face. When I come home late it’s who were you sleeping with so I can go kick their ass. It’s not fair and it’s been that way for years. That’s why we have to sneak around,” you said.

“Maybe you could stay in the guest house with Charlie,” said Sam.

“Then he knows I’m sneaking around and Charlie has loud freaking sex, no offense to her,” you said.

“So...do I have to ask what you were up to last night?” asked Sam, crossing his arms.

“I assume you already had a little chat with Dean,” you said.

“He said you stayed up talking all night and that was it. He did mention he kissed you a few times but that’s as far as it got and as far as it will get until he can take you out like a proper gentleman,” said Sam. “He seems like a decent guy.”

“Good because that’s exactly what happened,” you said, Sam raising an eyebrow.

“If you two are going to have anymore late night talk sessions, be more careful. Dad’ll fire him like that,” said Sam.

“For being my friend?” you asked.

“A friend you kiss,” said Sam back.

“Point taken,” you said.

“You really stayed up all night just talking? He didn’t try to make a move once?” asked Sam.

“Apart from a few kisses and cuddles, no not really. He’s very...patient,” you said. Sam shrugged, going back to his morning snack, leaving you to wander around to the living room to curl up on the couch.

It was like somehow Dean knew not to push you too fast, to let you take things slow and careful, to show you he very much could be a gentleman under all those stupid and filthy jokes he’d told you the night before.

“Shit,” you said, a twitch of butterflies in your belly. “I don’t need a crush or a secret boyfriend. Not this summer. Not ever.”

“Excuse me?” you heard Dean say behind you, ripping a scream from you.

“Don’t sneak up on people,” you scowled, Dean ducking his head down.

“Sorry. I thought you were Mrs. Y/L/N. She asked that I come up and to wait in the foyer,” he said. Well...technically he was standing in the foyer, your mother coming down the stairs with a smile.

“Y/N, it’s just Dean,” she said, giving him a smile. “Y/N’s not feeling too well this morning so we’ll give her some space. Now on the phone you said you’re good with landscaping?”

“Yes mam,” said Dean. “I’ve been taking care of my parents place since I was a kid. Ran shop around the neighborhood all through school and college.”

“Great! You can help Mr. Y/L/N with the flower bed,” she said. “He doesn’t know a tulip from a mum.”

“It’s May mam. Mum’s are normally a fall flower,” said Dean.

“You just passed the test,” she said with a nod. “He’s out front somewhere. Feel free to use the first floor bathroom or kitchen if you need a break. Y/N should be around if you need anything.”

“Where are you going?” you asked, resting your head on the back of the couch.

“Grocery shopping,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I got my cell if you need me.”

“Uh huh,” you groaned, Dean glancing over when she was gone. “We’re in the clear. Except for Sam.”

“In the clear of what now?” asked Charlie, coming down the stairs with a smile.

“Dean, you remember Charlie. Apparently all of my siblings want to know about my non-existent love life,” you said.

“Sam already filled me in,” said Charlie, your head whipping up. “Older sibling code. Shut up. We do it for your own good. We’ll keep your secret blossoming relationship quiet as long as he keeps his word about taking this slow.”

“Thanks,” said Dean, slipping on his work gloves. “I better get back to work.”

Charlie hummed as he went outside, tilting her head at you.

“I know you were faking. You go back to work too,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled on a pair of boots, barely three feet outside when your dad waved you over.

“Feeling better, honey?” he asked, Dean already down on his hands and knees, digging out spots for flowers.

“Yeah,” you said, your dad patting his hands together.

“Good because you and I have got an investor meeting with the Clarks over lunch,” he said.

“Dad. You know Vinnie is my ex. The one I broke up with like not long ago...because of the cheating thing...” you said, your dad scowling.

“I thought you said you were over that,” he said.

“I am, I just-”

“Supplier meetings are part of this job. Wine and dine. The Clarks are long time contributors. Wear one of those nice dresses you got and it’ll be over in a flash,” he said.

“Well...can I help you guys garden at least until we have to go?” you asked.

“Dean can handle the flowers. I have to prep you for your first meeting,” said your dad.

“Good luck,” said Dean with a smile.

“Thanks,” you said, reluctantly going back inside.

Three hours later you were sat in your dad’s passenger seat, staring out the window as you drove home from lunch.

“I shouldn’t have made you go. Your stomach was off and we had a big meal and...” said your dad, sighing when he turned up the road to the house.

“Sorry I threw up,” you said quietly.

“It’s not your fault,” he said. “I want you to rest the rest of the day. We’ll see about taking you to the doctor if you get sick again.”

“Mr. Clark got mad,” you said, feeling the burning lingering in your throat.

“Well you did vomit in his son’s lap. You know what? Fuck them both for telling you off like that. We don’t need their business. We kept him on because you and his son seemed to get along but screw all of ‘em. We’ll work with the Joneses, they’re cheaper anyways,” said your dad, rubbing your back.

“I’ll clean up the truck,” you said, your dad shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about the truck or the clothes. I want you to go inside, take a shower to clean up and then get in bed. That’s an order,” he said.

“I fucked it up,” you said, ducking your head down, dry gagging on the stench coming off of you.

“Honey,” said your dad, pulling into the driveway and stopping the truck. “Y/N.”

You were crying and you knew he hadn’t seen you cry in...years really. You saw something in his normally hard demeanor crack and you looked away.

“You’re not a boy. I can’t teach you like I taught Sam. You’re my baby girl on top of all that. We’re gonna figure out a different way of doing things, of me teaching you. One that doesn’t make you upset or stress you out so much you throw up,” he said.

“Dad, I didn’t-”

“You’re stressed and it’s my fault. We’ll make it better if I survive the ass whopping your mother gives me,” he said. You smiled at that, seeing one appear on his face.

You climbed out of the truck on shaky limbs, steadying yourself by the time your dad walked around to help you to the front porch.

“Is she okay?” you heard Dean say. You looked over, Dean down to his gray tee, covered in dirt and sweat and concern.

“Rough day. When you finish with the landscaping, can you run to the pharmacy just down the road and get some Tum’s for Y/N please?” asked your dad.

“I’ll go right now,” said Dean, jogging over to the path down to the ranch, your dad shouting at him.

“Take mine,” said your dad, tossing him the keys. “I have to clean the inside anyways. Get a scratch on it and you’re fired.”

“Yes sir,” said Dean, climbing up into the drivers seat and taking off.

“I think I was wrong about that boy,” said your dad. “Understands priorities.”

You grumbled as you walked inside, finally relaxing again when you got under the hot shower. After twenty minutes, you’d scrubbed yourself clean, coming out to your room to find the Tum’s on your nightstand. Taking a swallow of it, your sore throat began to soothe and your stomach was settled by the time you were under the covers.

Hopefully everything else started to feel better soon too.

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Sweetheart Firefighter

(x)

Request #1: An angsty and fluffy firefighter dean x reader?

Request #2: Hi, can you do one where the reader is friends with Sam and Dean and her then meet?

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, dangerous situations

A/N: Combined these requests to make a different firefighter story...

“Hey, you want a ride pipsqueak?” said Sam as you walked out of the bar after calling it a night.

“I could use the fresh air. I’m like three blocks down,” you said, waving him off. “Happy hour tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Hey, good luck on your presentation tomorrow,” he said, walking across the street.

“We were just drinking the past two hours to help me forget that you loser!” you shouted back, Sam letting out a big laugh.

“Knock ‘em dead pipsqueak,” he said, unlocking his car. “Night Y/N.”

“Night, Sammy,” you said back, heading down the empty sidewalk towards your apartment building. You heard him honk as he drove past and went left, headed for his house. You walked a little faster now that cool air was getting to you and you did want to run through your charts one last time before bed.

You saw a guy on the other side of the street head into one of the bar’s that was probably closing up early for the night, not uncommon on a Wednesday in these parts. You guessed he was the owner doing one last sweep before he headed home. 

“Holy...” you said as your eyes went wide, bright orange flames dancing through the windows in the top of the place. You pulled out your phone and got a hold of the fire department, hearing a pop and what sounded like an explosion inside. “Shit, there’s a guy in there.”

“Mam’ did you say someone is in the building?” asked the person on the other end. 

“Yeah, I saw him go in and he didn’t come out,” you said, walking across the street and feeling the heat already. “Crap that’s hot.”

“Mam’ do not go in the building,” said the voice on the other end.

“I’m not...” you said, spotting a pair of legs laying on the floor. “Sorry about this but I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna make it if I wait for you guys.”

“Mam’ do not-”

You dropped your phone and threw up your hood, zipping up your jacket, pulling your scarf up over your nose and rushing inside.

Your first thought was that was an extremely stupid idea. It was boiling, you couldn’t see anything and your lungs already burned. But you knew where the guy should have been and headed in that direction. He was out cold, a cut on his head but thankfully no flames had made their way towards him yet. You grabbed his jacket and tugged him up, nearly falling face first into a flaming beam.

You pulled him out after you as you heard the story above you start to collapse, your feet moving fast as you dragged him outside and down the sidewalk a ways. You could hear the sirens in the distance as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You’re okay buddy,” you said, patting him on the chest, realizing it wasn’t moving. You started on the compressions you learned in class, your head getting dizzy fast, your own body needing oxygen too. When you heard the sirens blaring in your ear you finally saw him suck in a gasp and cough hard, rolling onto his side as you slumped down beside him.

“Ouch,” you said, smelling burnt everything in your nose, wiping at your hand and finding a roll of gauze around it. You glanced around, remembering the fire as you sat up in your hospital bed, ripping your oxygen tube off.

“Don’t be a dumbass, pipsqueak,” you heard Sam say, standing in your doorway. “You should leave that on.”

“Uh hey, Sam,” you said, giving a sheepish smile. “Bet you regret letting me list you as my emergency contact now.”

“About that...come with me,” he said, stepping inside and helping you out of bed, a hand on your arm even though you felt mostly tired was all. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, heading down the hall a few rooms, finding a bunch of guys in firefighter shirts and uniforms standing outside it.

“Y/N,” said Sam, guiding you into the room where you saw the guy you saved. “This is Dean. He’s a firefighter. He also happens to be my big brother and apparently you saved his ass tonight.”

“Can I talk to her? Alone?” asked Dean, sitting up in his bed. He looked worse for wear and you noticed a cast on his arm in addition to the bandage on his head.

“Don’t grovel too much to her,” said Sam, sliding a chair over for you. “I’ll be right outside.”

The second Sam shut the door, Dean’s netural face disappeared.

“What the fuck were you thinking? If a cop said not to go run into a bank robbery, would you fucking do that?” he said, holding up his hands.

“That’s a very rude thank you,” you said, crossing your arms at him. He glared and threw his sheets back, trying to stand up but staying put after a few failed attempts. “Yes, I’m shaking in my boots at you in that little gown.”

“You could have died. You potentially put how many people’s lives at risk just to be the hero?” he said.

“Why were you in that building?” you asked. He rolled his eyes. 

“It was on fire and it’s a bar and I wanted to make sure if anyone was in the bar they got the hell out, genuis,” he said with a huff.

“Oh, you mean do the same thing I did,” you said with a smile. “Except I actually saved you.”

“I’m a firefighter, not you,” he said. He crossed his arms and winced when he remembered his cast, scowling at it.

“Last I checked, just because you’re a firefighter doesn’t make you magically impreviuous to fire,” you said. “Case in point.”

“I probably broke it because of you,” he shot back.

“And we’re done. You’re welcome,” you said, storming out into the hall to find Sam and a bunch of firefighters staring at you. “I can’t believe you’re related to that jackass.”

“I take it your talk didn’t go over so well?” asked Sam. You huffed and felt your blood boil, your body tight.

“No, he freaking yelled at me for saving him and...” you said, reaching out for anything as you started to go down.

“Get her back on oxygen,” said someone as you leaned against Sam, starting to wheeze. A mask was shoved over your face as you sat down, Dean shouting from his room. “You know how to piss ‘em off, don’t you, Dean?”

“She alright?” you heard him say. You stuck a thumbs up and took a deep breath as Sam rubbed a hand up and down your back.

“You’re okay, just relax, pipsqueak,” said Sam. “And thank you.”

You looked up at him and he smiled.

“Oh you know what for. Ever do it again though and you’ll have two pissed off Winchesters on your hands,” he teased, helping you up and into a wheelchair someone brought over. 

“I said is she alright?” you heard Dean say again. You stuck your head in his doorway and saw he was all concern now, his training kicking in most likely. “You should get your ass in your bed.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded, giving a tiny smile he returned. After a minute you were back in your room, getting some rest and a hopeful discharge in the morning.

“Hi Sam,” you said the next day, getting a bag with some clothes for you from him. “Bustin’ me out of this joint?”

“Would she hurry up? I want to go home,” you heard from the hallway, poking your head out to see Dean in a fresh pair of clothes and sitting in a wheelchair. “I was talking about you, slowpoke.”

“Remind me not to run into a burning building and save you ever again,” you said. You changed into your clothes and had a nurse in the room with your discharge papers you quickly signed, hopping into your wheelchair and giving Dean a smug smile. “You look better without the pout, sweetheart.”

He glanced up at Sam, completely out of his element at that and you laughed.

“She’s like chick you. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get you to hang out with us for so long,” said Sam, pushing Dean’s chair as the nurse got yours.

“Don’t be too hard on him, Sam. He’s probably shy under that devilish little face,” you said, patting Dean’s cheek.

“Takes one to know one,” he said, flashing a smirk as you scowled. “Take me home Sammy.”

Two Days Later

“Hello?” you said, knocking on the door of Sam’s house, pushing it open when you got no answer.

“In here,” you heard Dean shout, your feet taking you to family room. “I thought you were Sammy.”

“He invited me over for movie night but I didn’t realize you’d be here,” you said, Dean crossing his arms. “Not that I have a problem with that.”

“Sorry to intrude on your Sammy and me time but you’re kind of stuck with me here for a few weeks,” he said, lifting up his leg to reveal a soft cast around his foot. “You really threw me around like a rag doll, didn’t you?”

“No, I swear I-”

“I’m messin’ with you, sweetheart,” he said, scooting over on the couch so you had a spot. “Falling debris got me. It happens all the time. In fact, you’re more likely to go from anything beside the actual fire. Smoke’ll get you before you even realize it.”

“I’m just glad I had a scarf. I still felt like I couldn’t breathe,” you said. 

“Well, I guess I should say thanks for saving me and everything. But never again or the Lawrence County Fire Department will chew your ass out,” he said.

“Deal. I don’t think I can handle over concerned Sam again,” you said, sitting down as Dean laughed. “You getting the treatment too?”

“Considering he’s forcing me to move in with him for the next month, yeah, I’d say he’s concerned. He told me to call for backup before rushing in next time,” said Dean. “I would apparently be murdered if I got his best friend killed.”

“Hey, I got out of my work presentation so it wasn’t all bad,” you joked, Dean scoffing. 

“I bet they get the ran in a burning building excuse all the time,” said Dean. 

“Oh, yeah totally,” you said, Dean grabbing hold of your hand. “Uh...what are you doing?”

“Bathroom break and I can’t wait until Sammy gets back. I don’t know where he put my crutches,” said Dean, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you helped him up. You got him in the bathroom and found the crutches in the kitchen, the door swining open as Dean smiled. He moved much faster on them and got back to the couch on his own. “Are you alright? You’re zoning out there, Y/N.”

“Sorry just...yeah, not thinking I guess,” you said, Dean nodding his head before he smiled.

“It’s okay if you were checking me out. I know it’s hard not to fall for a strapping, handsome man such as myself,” he said.

“I was making sure you didn’t trip on the rug,” you said, cocking your head.

“I thought you weren’t thinking,” he said, flashing a smirk.

“Shut up,” you said, running a hand through his hair before you sat back down. “How long before Sam is back? I’m getting hungry.”

“Should be any minute now.”

Two Hours Later

“Sorry guys, they screwed up the order and there was traffic and...” said Sam, stopping in the hallway when he saw Dean and you curled up on the couch together. “Well aren’t you two the cutest little things. I’ve only been trying to hook you up for who knows how long.”

“It’s a friendly cuddle is all,” you said, giving Sam a smirk.

“Uh huh. When have we ever cuddled up on the couch like that?” asked Sam.

“Shut up,” you and Dean said in unison before you broke out laughing.

“Whatever. As long as dumb and dumber are happy, so am I,” said Sam. “Seriously though, you two...together?”

“He hasn’t even taken me on a date yet, Sam,” you said, Dean pulling you tight against his chest. “Oh, you know you’ve got one tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

“You’re the sweetheart, sweetheart,” said Dean, sniffing the air. “We’re starving so bring that food on over Sammy.”

“Yeah, we discovered we ordered the same burger. It’s meant to be,” you said, Dean sitting you up as Sam put the bags down on the coffee table.

“Or I can just eat what she doesn’t finish,” said Dean. “Win, win.”

“Eat your burger, firefighter,” you said, grabbing one of the containers for him.

“Alright, firefighter.”

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