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Fall into me | chapter three

"The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.." — Agatha Christie

Chapter one - Chapter two - Chapter three

pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | Things changed after Spencer was taken hostage.

"There was no sun in my sky, No mirrors for monsters, and No love in sight. Then you walked down those stairs And I knew my heart wasn't mine"

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | +7.3k sorry not sorry hon' and good lucky

TW 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 | bad English, inappropriate language, awful situation, mention of drugs, addiction, mental health awareness, comfort in each other, reader has trust issues, kidnapping, episodes set No way out and Revelations all from season two

Author's note | hope you enjoy and don't kill me, I didn't reviewed the story.

Seriously that you got a call early in the morning? You begrudgingly get up and do what you need to do, you call your neighbour that is usually awakened at this time and ask I'd she could look after your dog for certain periods, to which she agreed.

Arriving at the BAU, you meet the new agent, Agent Prentiss, you have heard this name once, nevermind.

The moment you saw what JJ was showing on the screen, you got it, you have watched plenty of sci-fi movies and action films, it was a biological weapon, but you said nothing since Prentiss started showing off her skills in Arabic, it surprised everyone, but Hotchner face didn't flinch a move.

Well, you know a couple of languages and you still learning in the middle of the night when you're alone while watching a TV show or film by making you company, however since Spencer's visits turned out to be oftentimes, you haven't progressed a lot. The new agent sees smart and hard-working, but as you can notice by her corporal movements, she wants approval.

Hotchner said that you would come with him and Morgan, letting Spencer, Gideon and Prentiss go for Guantanamo Bay. You were not happy, but he's the boss.

–So, see you later?-you say before Spencer left for the Airstrip.

– Yeah, I hope you'll come with us again soon, Gideon seemed not that happy when Hotchner told him that Prentiss would come with us.

– I hope he doesn't scare her.-yo usar playfully, but you're hurt, you weren't made to work in the actual camp, therefore it didn't matter anymore, Hotchner noticed that you could do well in both ways as well as Gideon noticed too, you remained calm and centred, even in the worst possibilities.

But what no one knows is when you come back home, what is inside your mind when you can't show what you want to do right after those awful cases that your team solved? An incoming headache is foreseen, soon or later it will come and you shall crumble.

In a glimpse of time Spencer saw your mien drop off, he stared at your defensive eyes.

– Is something bothering you?-he forgets about his shyness and touches your should, making you look at his face, and your cheeks start burning.

– Ehm... What? NO no no, nothing is bothering me, just I don't think what they're saying is the real issue, there's something more behind it.

– I know, wait.-he still staring at you.– What did you mean by something more? Do you think it's a...

– Spencer, five minutes ended! We're going now.-you give Spencer a weak smile.

– Go and be safe, see you.

– Same thing, be safe OK.

– I'll be, Morgan always says I'm a child so as a parental figure, he says he'll keep out of trouble, I mean, not getting myself harmed.

Spencer wanted to put you in safety, he'd like to come and let you safe, so nothing could harm you even when it wasn't his area.

–Spencer!

–If we don't catch up on time, you know when I'll meet you!-he quickly says before halting away from ye

–Go quickly!

–Bonnie Ryan

[...]

– Agent y/l/n.

[...]

– They must have done escape drills.-Hotchner walks away while Derek followed him, you stood still looking around if you could catch any missing points, then you follow their voices to a room where you saw the bio equipment, while Hotchner and Derek are describing the supposed unsub or gangsta and where they might attack.

–Any ideas y/l/n?-Hotchner suggest and you gestured with a more or less.– What do you think it is?

– Don't judge me in a bad way, but what if it is a bioterrorist weapon? I don't know what ingredients are inside but it doesn't seem just what we see on the surface.

The DEA agent is not happy, not with you of course, but with the statement, if it's a bioterrorist weapon, they must solve it quickly. Hotchner and Morgan said nothing until Morgan found a papel, a list filled with chemical components.

You snoop beside his body, not as subtle as he sees yet he let's you check.

Well, you forgot almost all chemistry classes you took while at school, it doesn't make any less dumb, but what you have just seen froze you.

When Morgan gets what Garcia told him, he first turns his head at you with a worried face, you were right, it wasn't a simple thing that you guys were putting your hands on.

– Are you sure? All right.

– What'd she say?

– Garcia says this looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize anthrax.-and you did it again, Hotchner's eyes are filled with panic even if his face stood as a

Inside the car with Hotchner and Morgan, you're paying attention to Hotch's phone call with JJ.

–[...] And notify Gideon and Reid.-you hear a small okay from JJ, Hotch look at Morgan and Morgan turns to you.

– Are you ready, kid?-your mind says no, yet your mouth betrayed you faster than a blink.

– Yeah, are we going now?

– Right now.-finishes Hotch.

When JJ warned the others about you going with 'em to seek this dangerous place, Reid's heart skipped a painful beat.

Inside the van of The Omega cell with all the right devices you searched along with Morgan for anything that could lead you to a clue, you stopped in your track muttering something under your breath, you felt panic through your veins, you touch Morgan's arm.

–What?

– This is a trap.-you alert with a muffled voice, but Morgan didn't hear you.

– What?

–This.is.a.trap.

– How do you...

[Guantanamo bay]

Reid changes glances between the screen and the unsub hands.

-Something's wrong. His hands.-he reports the man's behaviour.

[...]–Is that Hotch?-Gideon asks while hasting.

– What's the problem?

– Get everybody out of there. Now. NOW. Now.-Gideon demands.

–Everybody out! It's a trap. Now!

You glare in fear at Hotch orders, you just feel Morgan grabbing yoyourand as quickly as possible dragging you out with no problems, soon as you all get out of the container you feel your body being pushed away and a man screaming, but your hears are all buzzing here and there, your body felt weak with suddenly explosion and hot air while pieces from the container were all flying around near ye all, lucky you that Morgan was dragging you before any damage could be done.

The three of you were together when agent Ryan begins chatting, she's sad, you've lost a S.W.A.T member, why they couldn't listen to you for a second? If they heard you all of you would be alive. Morgan after Garcia calls off to apologise, you feel your eyes burning with anger and sadness, you could have done more, you should have screamed that it was a trap, but with your fear you just told Morgan, barely audible.

–[...] Not yet.-Hotch finished his talking with the DEA agent.

[...]

When Spencer and Prentiss heard what happened at Guantanamo, Spencer was all worried, his hands holding tightly a paper scrap. If Prentiss noticed? Yeah, but she choose silence, she knew, she can't just ask "Hey, are you okay? The girl what is she for you? You can call her and see if she's okay if you don't mind" out of nowhere since she met them less than a day.

– Are they okay? Is she okay?-Spencer asks Gideon when he turns off the phone, Gideon ignores the second question.

–we were right about the trap. It was rigged to explode. A SWAT agent died.

Spencer could finally breathe, unfortunately, you guys lost a swat agent, there's no word to describe a loss but since he didn't know whose the person was, he couldn't feel much.

[Break time]

You huffed stressed, when you arrived in BAU, and with no time you're dragged again inside the car with Hotch and Morgan, really? On the back/rear seat again?

– Thank you. We just got a lead

–So we did get a name?-you ask with hope.

–And an address.-Morgan complete.

After the FBI agents get out of that house, they explained what they saw, you just could feel your stomach churn in despair, we're too late.

As you thought, you three come back inside the car.

[...]

Shopping scene.

Your heart was racing when you start running heading towards the security room with Hotch.

You saw how stressed Hotchner was when he reported the men's localisation to Morgan, the minute after this you tried to calm down Hotchner which you did a great job, affirming that his wife probably cancelled the photography shoot with his son, because, according to you, she'd like to do it with her family together.

– Thank you kid, it was such a stressful day.

– A stressful case Sir.-you cross your arms breathing.–Gladly our team were able to finish 'em, you can go back home and hug your family.-he returns you with a soft yet weak smile, that man need a good sleep.

– I'll make sure to listen to you more, Morgan told me you, the minutes before the explosion that you have warned him that something was oddly and all the cases before it too.

– Thanks sir, but now, what do we do now?

– We should head home kid.

[...]

I'm an adult, geez, why do they call me kid or child!

–Nala, do you think Am I a kid?-she barked, you felt a pang into your heart.-No no Nala, mommy is an adult woman, right?-the dog hides it's face under its paws, you just stare at her.

You cannot believe, your own dog getting doctrinesed against you.

–What a meanie.

The day was stressful and you needed a good nap after a good warm shower and Spencer couldn't show up, since they arrived late that day, he didn't mean to bother you.

[...]

SEX, BIRTH, DEATH

Spencer is in a hurry while drawing a boy profile on his notebook, he almost bump in JJ, his hands were moving as the flash as it could possibly do, he picked up the phone talking with someone, minutes before it you were talking with Gideon when you saw your friend agitated.

– What's popping?-you cheerfully ask, but when he answers you weren't spectating for it.– Okay I'm out of this case.

– Oh no, you will come.-Spencer says.-Right, Gideon?-the confidence in Spence eyes made Gideon only nod, he never saw it, not even when playing chess.-Told you.

You two hastens away from them, and Gideon gives a forth look at you both and back then at JJ.

– What's happening between these two?

– I don't know Sir, as far as I know, they're friends with odds way in demonstrating it.

– Friends... I see, if you say, I don't mind, is not my business anyway, call Hotch and tell him he should come with us to the dead-house.

[...]

Oh my J. Why are you there staring at a woman dead body? ok, you knew ehy you were here, because a special lad dragged against your will, but why they needed you in this case? Dummy girl, you thought to yourself, 'because you're part of their team'

Hence, as you can see, complaining wouldn't help much, wake up and start working, you noticed the woman body and if Spencer is 100% right, the boy that had done it is mad mad, could only be a boy in a sophomore year or a first year university student, but your money's is on the first option, yet your guts don't lie, there's something odd.

While you were heading back to BAU, you complained.

– Why you needed me?

– Because yes, and besides this poor affirmation, did you noticed something?

– We will need to see Garcia and check up, but I bet the boy you met is a horny boy with a wretched mind, but my guess is, he's might be a sophomore year student.

– Okay, but why sophomore year?

– Ill give you a simple answer, because its the horny age, Spence.-he gasped.

– Oh okay, but I don't think it affects everybody at this age.-yeah Spencer, I can believe.-I never.

– Neither did I, but as far as I can know my friends had done a lot of stupid things while I were studying.

–O, gotcha, though I never had friends.

– Okay, okay, do I need to repeat it again? I'm your bestie right now, what is in the past, must stay in the past ok.-you couldn't notice at first(because you were looking at the pavement movement)but what you said made he open a wide smile

– Right, let's see Garcia.

[...]

Time flies by and BAU is getting the unsub out of hands, now after the sixteen years old girl death you've been set to work with Garcia, you both less than 10 minutes found what Spencee wanted, as a reward suddenly out of nowhere, Reid kisses your forehead while he held your cheeks happily as soon he rushes out of the room leaving you with a speechless shocked face and a shocked Garcia growing with slowly a mischievous grin.

–What the heck have I just seen?

–Don't make me questions that I can't answer.

...

You're passing by Reid table, he called you but you were with your purse on hands ready to go home, when Garcia stopped you holding your arm.

–We're hitting town tonight, you two, let's go.

– I don't feel like the a good company tonight, sorry.

– Neither do I, my precious hacker.-you Tey to fawn her, but you won't get out.

–Hm nope, you two, don't make me bring both of you by force, good boy.-she says when Spencer gives up getting up.

–I don't when drink, my dear!

–Then I pay you a soda.-Spencer continues, making Garcia proud.-What!? Why are you looking at me like that?

– Because I'll rip your bashful smile out of your face.

–Don't brag sweetie, we are going now -Garcia dragged you outside.

However when you arrived near the car Spencer got a call and his cheerfully smiled dropped in seconds.

–What happened??-you came closer him, but he opens the back seat door of Penelope's car, he makes you get inside and then rushed to Garcia.

–It's Nathan.

°°°

After what happened with the boy, Spencer left with Gideon while Penelope were being comforted by Morgan, and you, well with the wind, you shake your head getting out of there going to the nearest bus stop, when the bus arrived you heard your name being called but you were already in.

When you arrived in home you put all of your clothes in the washing machine and took a good shower ready to sleep, the panic and blood that you saw this week were enough, but as you're an unfortunate person someone rang your house's bell. Before opening the door you check who's the visitor, if is an unknown you would call Nala and pick up your gun, but all what you see is a pale Spencer, you mentally shrugs but open your door.

–Hey, you shouldn't be here after what happened, you should've be at..-y/n is interrupted by a tight hug that almost made her fall on the floor, confused you trust in your guts and just held his hug the warmest way possible.-Shushh, it's okay, it's okay, Spence, what we saw today it's over now, right?-He kept holding you in his arms, you thought Gideon calmed him over past hour, but as you can see, Spencer is here, his hands trembling as hell.

You had to force him sit down on your sofa and drink a calming tea, not coffee for tonight, Spencer apologised for his abruptly visit but he also remarked that he'd told uou earlier that day he'd come to you house, it's was awkwardly after the hug because you didn't know what to say when you and he shared minutes that seemed hours staring at each other. You moved haste first, holding his hand and making him sit down while you were preparing the tea.

Nala leant her head on his lap, which seems to distract him, that's a good girl.

After the tea, Spencer quickly sleeps on your comfy large sofa, which causes you to cover him up, you mutter lowly to Nala.

–Keep an eye on our boy girl, mom will sleep too.

And after that day, something happened in both heart's, but no one would do anything, not now.

Spencer had been visiting you lately at night times, you never asked why he's coming when you both finish your cases, because deep down, his company doesn't make you feel lonely, not ignoring Nala's existence, but having another human near, laughing and telling secrets and stories could never be replaced, even if that person its always bringing you scientific facts.

....

Derek Morgan's case close — you were mad at everybody, you were paired to work with Garcia, check as quick as possible to get your friend out of his prison. You couldn't believe either Hotch or Gideon were doing, how could be all of them fools, the moment you realised was the same moment you read the letter that Carl Bufort sent to the judge, your tears were burning your eyes and cheeks, Garcia asked worried why you were crying, she never saw you crying like this, eyes filled with a quiet anger.–"Hon' what happened, why are you crying? This is just a letter".–"Garcia... Haven't you noticed why Derek never told us about his past? Is because he have a scar, a deep scar that is private, why do you think he doesn't wanna us to know, I'd feel the same.Yet your friend couldn't understand.–"Garcia...All the clues have dots and those dots links each other" when she connected then her face fell.

The case went by and you two said anything, you'd didn't wanted to make Morgan sad or get him angry, since the stress of this case, this is a matter that isn't your place to say anything if the person wants to forget about their scars, thing that Gideon and Hotch unfortunately opened again, you know, somehow it was needed yet in a unpleasant way.

...

No way out (part 1 of 2)

Nala is the star of this episode, your brave girl helped a lot, you didn't enter the house, your dong sniffed something as she ran you followed and alerted everybody foretelling that you found the trailer, you dog haven't enter3d but barked, Hotchner came in first, then Spencer, Prentiss and you the last, your eyes googled in dread and further you see more your stomach churn, Spencer approached you pulling you out of the car, he seemed pale as a ghost.

–Are you okay?- you ask him first.

...

After that case, Spencer was once again at your house, eating and watching something you didn't know what it was, you didn't complain, seeing him distracted and calmer is enough, after dealing with that psychopath who still ran away right above your nose, twas enough.

You sat beside him, giving him a tea cup, while you were sipping your mug with coffee and milk mixed, he stares at the tea cup followed by your coffee mug.

–Why tea?

– You need rest.

– I can sleep by drinking coffee, your coffee is good.

– Caffeine is considered to be a stimulant, which means it increases activity in your brain and nervous system. It also increases the circulation of chemicals such as cortisol and adrenaline in the body. In small doses, caffeine can make you feel refreshed and focused, yet beyond that I surely consider, enough for you today.-he stares at you with those eyes of an abandoned dog that has given up pestering, you were right and he tasted his own poison.

– If this is the reason, you should've a cup of tea then.

– Milk softens the effect of caffeine and despite of it, coffee gives me a reverse effect, I usually get sleepy when my belly is warm.

He roll his eyes with a tiny smile while his head hangs back.

– I can't really believe in what I have heard.

– It's up to you mate, wether you like it or not, this is what happens.

You guys stays in a silent for a couple of minutes when until he question you:

– How you can do that?

– Do what specifically?

– You never flinch when you see mutiled bodies, dead bodies either being of a woman or a child.

With it your body language changed, you tensed reflecting about it, it's true, every case when you're exposed to dreadful backgrounds, your face is neutral, your eyebrows and shoulders just tenses and recoil, you're always with a cheerfully smile, lightning the room even when you stay shut saying nothing only when you have something. Why and how can you just simply act as if nothing happened as each case passes by worsening than the latest case?

Your mind turned numb, your eyes for seconds with no light, Spencer panicked seeing your silence, you usually snaps back.

– Sorry, you don't need to answer if you ...-you tilt your head toward him.

– Honestly or the basic resume?-he hesitated before looking at your eyes.

– The first one.

– Honestly, I don't know since when I'm like this, I think it's because I don't want to be seem as a weak person, as well I either flinch or cry, I shall not show it, because inside of my head it shows me how weak I am.-Spencer halts his cup of tea on the small table near the sofa, with a quick move he approached his body near your, side by side.

– Why do you say that? Flinching is not a demonstration of weakness nether crying showing them doesn't make you any less brave, in my opinion, it just shows that you're a human and that you care ..

– You didn't get it Spence, before I make it at the BAU, I saw plenty of things that followed my dreams turning them into nightmares, I couldn't even sleep, always crying and in the next morning Id have to put on a makeup so none would noticed that I've been crying the whole night and my mental health wasn't getting any better, but then some episodes later...-his attention is all on you.- Some how I manage to surpress everything that scared me, because I thought to meself, this is the career I've chosen and I shouldn't be scared or surprised anymore, cuz deep down I knew what would happen. I've built a China's wall around my feelings and that why I try my best at not showing you guys any reaction, I longed for become my strongest version of meself.

Spencer took mental notes about what you said and he understood the meaning of all of this, but he also knew you're not all good up here (mind) and that it might be a little fucked up, he gives you a tender smile, his hand struggled but he messed your hair making you frown, what he really wanted to do was stroke your loosen hair, but well, he's such a gentleman.

– What was it?

– Nothing, by the way, I think you should, step by step if you'd like, show more reactions when we see dreadful things, you know, when you don't do it you make all if us look silly.

– Oi! I'm not the only one doing it, Hotchner barely changes his humour and the new agent also never flinch and I mean, mo offending.

– You understood what I meant, don't compare yourself with the others, there's only a Morgan as so I have only one y/n.-you bubbly laugh.

– After my dim statement you managed to make me laugh, you have an odd way to flatter me Spence.

– Just because your mind is different from others.-you lean in, catching by surprise with such closeness.

– Why? You're saying Am I weird?

– No! Well, I mean, only if you consider me weird as well, because the way your mind works is same as mine, different, oddly.-you back off still staring him with a sassy smile, around him you naturally have a side smile spread.

– Two weirdos then, cheers.-Nala is sleeping when you get up.– If you still coming at my door at night I think I should buy a new bed and put in my office so you could sleep properly while you're resting here.-he urgently denies.

– There's no need for it, if you want me to leave, I'll leave rig..-he stands up faster than you thought.

– Heck no! Back off genius, you're staying with me tonight and in any night time you'd want, you're always welcome Spence, I was just joking silly boy.

– Ah... So I'm nor leaving?

– If you dare to put a toe out my doorstep, I'll drag you inside by your hair.–Spencer begins to laugh sitting again on the couch, inside you something stirred, you'd like to ask him, why is he always coming at your door, doesn't he thinks that you're boring?

Spencer noticed you dull expression, you're thinking in something, because when you're doing it, he knows you lost yourself in your thoughts being em not very pleasant.

– I'd pay billions of dollar's to know what's inside your mind right now.-he snaps you out of your reality.

–What? Were you profiling me right now?-you scoffed a laugh arms crossed.

– Kind of, what you were thinking?

Nothing important you'd say, but you rather started an another subject.

– Do you wanna visit my little piece of heaven? I think I haven't shown you where I work when I ain't at the BAU.-Spencer again quickly haste from the sofa, making you giggled, you show him the way past the hall going up the brief staircase to a singular door made of polished wooden. – When I was a child I've always dreamed of having my little special place so I could run in and stay safe.

– Are you sure you want to share it with me then?-you violently nod with a pout.

– You're my very being person, Spence, you're my best friend.-his heart doesn't want only it.– And I haven't been a good hostess, I just showed you the loo, kitchen and living room, except the most exciting part of my residence.

– Go on.-he anxious yearns, what's behind the door? So this is the space you do your things? It's the place you are comfortable in, it's your special place, it means a lot for you.– You're making me interested and curious.

Saying nothing more you open the door revealing what behind the door, his face just enlighten with the view, getting in before you in excitement, Reid its definitely on cloud nine, his fingers began to do theirs strange movements when he's thinking as well his tongue.

Behind the door you have hidden a mix between where you'd called it a mix between an office and a library, high bookshelves with loads of book yet there's still space to fit more of em and in the center there's an office table with your PC sided by a laptop aside by a lampshade, your office chair in position, near one of the bookshelves there's there's a comfy armchair beside it a couch-rest bed, where your body fits perfectly but not Spencer, if he'd want to use he'd have to shrink a wee.

– Book!-he's already checking on them like of he was a little boy fan of dinosaurs visiting a paleontology museum for the first time seeing his favourites stuffs.-You have never interested me more.– and his heart and brain comes to terms, he wanna marry you, when? He doesn't knows, but he'll even not knowing what to do with it.– And you hide it from me, how dare you.-you look astonished coming closer his side.

– You know, I thought you'd find me weird

– More than people think about meself? Not in a hundred times, that's the place you find come to work, study and also relax?-you positively nod making his heart beat faster.

– Here's where I can find an escape, mainly when I'm alone after arriving home due to a stressful work day also when you don't come, I stay here until I fall asleep, I think the day I marry, if I marry and don't get killed, I'd like to buy a bigger house just to have a library inside home and don't mix with office business.

Reid is holding a handcover book, turning his entire body in front of you. The moment you mentioned marriage, buying a bigger house and make a library stirred his being.

– Do you wanna marry some day?

– Pretty boy, who doesn't? But if I don't find anyone worth of my love in the future, my prince and his dark horse, Imma just marry myself.-he falls into a laugh, you're unbelievable.- What? Why are you laughing at me?

– The mind of yours have an enchanting way to catch me off guard.-you gasp, he isn't cooperating with you when he's just simply and bluntly tells you what he thinks, making your heart skip a beat, it's unfair.

The more you make him laugh, open a wide smile, listen to him when he's telling unfortunate facts or fun facts, make him feels out of breathe when you walk in saying good morning or good night, the more you make him skip a heart beat, the more your intimacy growths.

It should be illegal, your mere existence should be illegal, he's not safe around you.

[Revelations]

In this case you stayed with Gideon and Spencer, but along the way everything started to crumble.

Garcia couldn't access the serial killer's IP, this issue were giving to everyone a headache the killer was a psychotic, a sick person who was commenting crimes desecrating sacred verses from the Bible for Christians in his every murder case.

Albeit everything begins downhill when Spencer and JJ were sent to go to Hankel's house

When they found JJ, only her returning from the mission, you for the first time in one of the cases with the BAU, you stepped back, your heart races as Sonic were in a desperate hurry, yet it did not allow you to cry, you could only tremble when everyone went searching for clues to find Reid.

However nothing was working, why!? Why!?

Until the video reaches you and Penelope also joins in person with everyone at Hankel's house, seeing him in that chair made your body tense, an anger you hid for so long, one of the feelings you deprived for long years for her to be sane as well as the sadness that filled her heart at seeing Reid so vulnerable.

You couldn't take it and left the room, Prentiss after the video was over went to comfort you and you, the person who seems a little difficult to hug, hugs her, that showed how fragile you were.

Prentiss wasn't the only one, JJ too, but you didn't want to forgive her, she should have stayed together with him, they both should have stayed together, she could have taken care of him, but here she was.

Of course! You don't really blame her, I was just as in shock as you are and if I were you in her shoes I'd understand, her empathy was sometimes a pain in the ass and sometimes a blessing.

Morgan and Penelope went to talk to you shortly thereafter, both to reassure and to see if you were still in a position to stay on the case and you said that you wouldn't go anywhere without seeing until Reid is safe and sound.

Every minute when you were with them and alone, you try to stay positive, attracting only good things like "Spencer will be saved, he'll be in safety soon, we will find him, you'll find him"

You could barely sleep, even when you closed your eyes to sleep, your anxieties were still awake

And it was then that after the dead couple you gave up, you decided to help Penelope, not knowing that it could work, you took a local map and tried to memorize a bit of what you saw of the video, the place behind what it was

The time now was your worst enemy, the sand in the hourglass reaching to its limits, a valued time that you didn't have, that Spencer didn't have

You didn't know how long he could stand being in the hands of that crazy Raphael, you just wanted to cry, but the tears didn't fall, not while everyone could hear, leave them for later

Garcia told you to rest and you agreed, but when everyone went to sleep, you returned, sleep could not take effect as your mind was dominated by adrenaline

You stayed up all night again until everyone was surprised to see you with the exhausted look and a bad mood, but you got something in the middle of the night, yet it barely escaped your hands and you told Garcia, she asked how it is you only managed to say "I don't know how I let it slip, but I was so close to find"

Before the nightfall you captured the signal and IP address of that video, you managed to decode whatever your input was, as if it were a plague of locusts that wiped out the entire corn crop, quickly and decisively.

You trembled and stuttered with words while the map was in your held, the map that you manually drew on the computer screen and handed to your team.

— "I found it, I I I saw the details behind the doorstep, there's trees and a graveyard nearest, please, just believe me without making question when we don't I have time, is a damnit gun shoot deep in the dark, but I'm sure we will find our boy"

And then you fainted, Morgan's arm quickly held you when your body and consciousness betrayed you, Morgan had to carry you to a bed and lay you on it, right after all of they left to find Spencer while a cop were looking after you.

You couldn't sleep well, you didn't even were able to sleep, then your body claimed for its well deserved rest when your work is done.

Reid is rescued, all of em were relieved when they saw him alive, in a bad and desperate state but alive, godforsaken, all seemed so relived when your guidance leaded them at the right place

Hankel got shot, anyway

Spencer was so weak, he was a definition of a mess, a mix of feelings that he couldn't even describe, seeing the whole team coming for his rescued. All the tight hugs he received, except one, yours.

– Where's y/n? Why she's not with you?- he asks Gideon who huffs in worry.

– Agent y/l/n fainted before she could make it.-he became paler than he was, he babbled.

– W What!? What happened with her, is she okay? Is she safe?

– Safer than she could possibly be, kid, she found your localisation, Garcia told us she barely could rest, she stayed up all night, she haven't grip a nap then her body claimed for its own rest when it recognised that her work was done. -Gideon pat his shoulder, let's go home boy.

So it means, because of you, he is safe now, not in a condition indeed yet alive he remains.

– Can I have... Can I have a second alone?-Gideon didn't wanted, but his lips shrink agreeing.

And then, Reid comes back and took the drugs.

Then the weekend came, at 06 a.m you left your house in which you dedicate this time to walk your dog. Your mind filled with the scenes of Reid being captive, you haven't seen he since then.

You returned home an hour and thirty minutes later, took a good shower and then left again, but Nala stayed at home this time.

You went to a shooting club, you have calmly put on the headphone protectors while you loaded your gun looking at the target(using eyes protectos too), the first shoot in the left side of the chest straightforwardly in the lungs was enough to make your mind weak against the demons that you once make a oath that you would never let em win you mind over.

A flashback knocked down your mind guard.

Unknown years ago

Before working for the BAU at Quantico you used to work in London before your transference and recommendation letter, you used to be just like Garcia, without the twisted nicknames, an assistant rookie with your work friend, they used to be your best friend, until the day they had been take as hostage, you truly tried, yes you did, every effort to make em get out that situation, racing against a time you barely had.

She got shot, the right in the middle of its head, you saw the photos and you blamed yourself for that day, you should've be at they side, you'd do anything to be in their place, yet they wouldn't return, but what freaked you out was knowing that your another colleague were a traitor that also made the trap which get your friend killed, how could you let it happen?

That was the very case that you got yourself into depression, no one could be trusted enough, they'll bite you back. After their death, you couldn't stop sobbing nor crying when you're left alone in your flat, but you had to fake it, because if people from work felt that something is up with you, they would make you resign and go to therapy or a psychiatric, well, you should've go but you didn't, so you faked every single day the most brightest smile, covering the wounds that the past left in your life.

And seeing that same scene after those years happening with Spencer, your mind entered in a frenzy, too much for your poor heart.

"- not again please."

You felt a gentle hand touching your forearm snaped you out of your mind.

–Are you all right kid?-it was Morgan voice, what is he doing here? You thought.

–W...What? Wait, what are you doing here?- you put down the gun.

– Sometimes I come here to de-stress, I think you're doing the same, but you look awful.

– Thank you for the compliment.-you replied grumpy.

– Easy girl, but since you're here, wanna bet just to see who shoots better?

– You're making my hour worth now.-you take a deep breath.-And don't tell the others that you saw me here, none need to know my whereabouts when I'm enjoying my weekend.

– Not even Garcia and Reid?

– If they ask, you can, but they won't, I'm boring and let me be boring in the weekends.-Morgan denies with a smiling face nod.

– Whatever the little princess wants.-you shyly smile.-But I think you should visit Spencer after getting out of here.-your eyes googled at him, Reid isn't okay? Of course he isn't but you don't want to bother him.

–Why should I? Have something happened?

– You're his friend, I dear to say the closest and that would understand his geeky speeches, besides it I think something is popping inside his mind.-your eyes softens, your heart just listening about his name and what might be happening give you such a pang in the heart.

– I don't want to bother him.

– Bother him?-Morgan loads his gun.-I think, besides me of course, you're like the one that make that boy smile in a way that I, as a common person with a common sense could sense that he loves you when you're around.-your cheeks starts to warm-up, you load you gun once again.

– Don't say things that you might be wrong.

– I used to say the same about your guesses and in the end, you 95% was right.

– Where is 5%?

– I am a proud man kid, I have to maintain my esteem.-you laughed.

– Okay, I'd visit him anyway, but thanks for explaining your thoughts, you might be 100% right.

– Then let's see who's better with a gun.-he declared.-Beware girl, I'll win.

–What a cocky conclusion and, please, tell me where Spencer lives, I forgot his address.

– It's a matter of fact that I'll win and ok, after our deal, I'll give his address, ready or not, there I go.

Well, Morgan won and as a prize, he asked you to bring your special brownies.

You just lose for a slightly difference, Ouch, with a pout on your face you left heading towards home, but in the middle of your track you remembered and as you were not far away from his home, you changed your route.

You toc-toc his door, arm's crossed anxiously waiting, what would you say? You have no subject to talk about, and you're also afraid what are you supposed to do with your visit.

You knocked again and no response again, you inhale and toc one more time.

–Reid, please, open the door..-you're giving up.- Reid I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when they rescued you, I am really but you know, I really wanted to make it, so please open the door and then shuts it again, I know that friends are supposed to support each other in their darkest times, Reid if you don't want to see me because of this, I'll leave, but you won't get rid of me that easi..-And then the angels answer came, the door is wide open as your eyes due to the suddenly action.– What th...

You're caught off guard, because the moment Reid opened his door, pushed you in closing the door behind him,he quickly pulled you into his embrace, holding you in as if you were a precious dragon's gold, and he'd be the dragon in his most desperate way to protect what belongs to it. Although this isn't the real meaning of all of his action.

Reid tightly hugs you, notnwant to letting you go and in a moment of shock you did nothing, but then your gentle hands fondle his back soon turning in a reciprocal hug, if he takes off your lung ait, you'd let.

– Thank you , thank you and thank you again.-he whispers under his breath, fraught in his voice. You had to shut down your eyes.-You saved me, I know the others did the same, but you found me, you found me y/n, and I'll be always grateful for it, I owe you and I'm so sorry...What I did when I chos..

– Shhh... It's okay, It's okay, I'm here and you didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologise for.-you slowly untangled of his hug, just to hold his hand gently stating into his eyes, you hardly do this, you can't keep it for a long period.

His deep red eyes with the bags under his eyes, steaming glowing eyes, he sniffing his nose to not cry, his vulnerable state, his soft hair all in disorder.

Your face trembled, seeing he in this way, how to control your own breathing? You should be strong, you're always have been the strongest, even when you crumbled.

But you couldn't say much, your lips shavers when you tried to say something or smile, your bidy shifted the weight side to side, as you opened your arms, inviting to another hug, as if this action speak for itself: "Hush now, it's alright, you're no longer alone." And Reid hugged you again, a mix of gentle, starved touch of a hug.

Morgan was right, he needed you.

Hence the moment Reid saw you in his doorstep, and heard everything that you were saying (he was in the bathroom until he recognised your voice) he knew that his heart was no longer his to keep.

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littleskeletonprincessss · 1 month

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I love you - Ryan Magee x Reader

A/N I'm sorry i'm so bad at endings.

He laid there, staring at the ceiling fan.

Normally, the rhythmic spinning would calm his mind enough that he would be able to fall asleep. But tonight, his mind wasn't running 75 miles a minute with millions of little video and skit ideas that'd he'd need to remember to bring up to Matt tomorrow. No, tonight, his mind could only focus on one thing.

Her.

He glanced to his left at the empty space next to him.

She'd got to work two mornings ago, after they'd both gone to bed angry after a fight, and by the end of the first day he'd received a single text.

'Staying w/friend 4 a while.'

She wasn't one to use abbreviations when texting so he knew she was still upset and purposely keeping it short.

There hadn't been any contact since.

He turned his head back to the fan with a heavy sigh. They'd been fighting a lot lately. When they first started dating, arguments - if you could even call them that - would end in laughter and the occasional make out after realizing how stupid they were being. Now, fights would start at the drop of a passive comment about the other not starting the dishwasher, or putting the laundry on to dry. And the more often they fought, the more serious things they'd suppressed feelings about would come to a head. He'd shown up late to dinner one too many times. She didn't show enough support for his career. Eventually it felt like the only thing they really had left was sex, but neither of them wanted to address it.

That wasn't true for him though. He loved her with all his heart and he knew a long time ago that there wouldn't be another girl for him, she was the one he wanted to spend forever with.

He pressed his palms into his eyes once he realized he had started to cry. He couldn't lose her, or if he did, not without trying.

Grabbing his phone off his nightstand he pulled up her contact. The picture of her smiling face looked back at him, the same smile that made all his bad days better. He saw his lips pressed against her cheek, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind as she took the picture. It was taken on their last anniversary, when he'd taken her on her dream trip to Italy. Back when he was a better boyfriend.

It hurt to swallow as his thumb hovered over the message icon. What if she didn't want to talk to him? What if he'd been blocked? Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding he started a new message.

'Can we talk?'

Send. He put the phone down and turned on his side facing her half of the bed, hugging her pillow tight to his chest where she should have been, and closed his eyes, inhaling the fading scent of her, trying to calm himself down.

The phone vibrated quietly against the blankets but it may as well have been a gunshot in his ears. Heart pounding and hands shaking, he looked at the screen.

'Coffee?'

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Ryan stood in front of the bathroom mirror after already spending too long picking an outfit for today.

It was 11:30 and they had made plans to meet at their favorite coffee spot at noon.

He pulled his hair back in a tight bun, the way she liked, and looked at his reflection. He spent a little more time this morning, making sure he looked the best he could. She always told him that she didn't care what he looked like, that she loved him for who he was, but she deserved someone who looked as good as she always did.

Zipping up his jacket, he walked out of the bathroom into his room to grab his phone. Lego laid on her side of the bed, whining.

"I know buddy," Ryan said, sitting next to him and scratching him behind the ears. "I miss her too."

A small PING pulled Ryan's attention away from the dog.

'I'm here. I'll order.'

Ryan stood and walked out the door, grabbing his keys from their place on the hook that she'd insisted on buying, locking it behind him and heading downstairs.

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Pulling open the heavy cafe door, Ryan stepped inside, thinking back to the memories they'd shared here.

Their first date, he'd made dinner reservations at an outdoor restaurant without checking the weather forecast and they'd ended up wet and freezing. The cafe across the street was quiet when they ran in, the bell over the door ringing to signal their arrival. Picking a corner table next to a big window, fireplace not far away, they sat and talked to get to know each other. The fire drying their clothes, and their drinks warming their insides - black coffee for him and apple cider for her - they stayed until closing, neither wanting the night to end.

The time he asked her to officially be his. He smiled as he remember how she'd laughed, saying she already thought she was.

The first time they said 'I love you'. It wasn't even a date, exactly. They were just hanging out and when she caught him staring, she asked what was wrong. Without thinking, he'd blurted the words, eyes going wide as dinner plates when he realized. She flashed him that perfect smile again and said she loved him too.

So many good memories, he prayed that today wouldn't end in a bad one that would erase them all.

Glancing around, he found her sitting at their table in the corner, warm by the fireplace. She looks perfect he though, taking her in. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her face looked so perfect that he wouldn't think she was real had he not known her. She was wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of leggings, his favorite outfit on her, though he'd never told her that.

He stepped toward the table, slowly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere she gave off.

"Hey."

Her head turned to glance at him and her eyes nearly took his breath away, the way they always did.

"Ryan, hey."

She stood up and after a moment they hugged each other awkwardly, not nearly as long or as tight as he needed.

"I um, I got you a coffee. I hope that's okay." She said, sitting back down and motioning towards the steaming mug.

"Yeah, that's great. Thank you." he said, sitting across from her. "You uh, you look good - beautiful."

"Thank you." She blushed. "You don't look bad yourself."

He half smiled. He was glad they were talking, but he also knew it wasn't their normal.

They sat in an awkward silence for a moment.

"Ryan I--"

"I miss you." He interrupeted, without meaning to. "So much. I'm sorry we've been fighting so much lately." He grabbed her hand. He knew it was sudden, he didn't care, he just needed her to know.

"Ryan, I miss you too." She whispered.

"I hope you know that I don't mean to miss dates, or show up late to dinner. Nothing is more important to me than you and I promise I'm going to try harder to be there on time and I love you so much and--"

"Ry. Ryan, calm down." She placed her soft hand on his cheek, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear as she stopped his rambling. "I love you too, Ryan."

Those words alone lifted a weight off his chest, and he was finally able to breathe again.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been as supportive as I could be when it comes to your career. I really am proud of you, and Matt too, for working so hard to be successful with your channel and your podcast."

Ryan smiled, then wiped his eye, stopping it from tearing up.

"Come back home. Please." he begged, intertwining their fingers.

"I don't know, Ryan. I miss you, and I miss Lego for sure. But are you sure it's a good idea? What if we just go back to fighting all the time? I know we both want to be better but we get busy and it gets harder. What if we decide that we don't want to deal with it all anymore and we just...end?" She was the one rambling now, and the more she spoke the faster she went, tears misting her eyes.

"Hey, hey. Calm down." Ryan stood up to sit next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She buried her head in his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, like she was scared to let go.

"Listen to me. I am never going to want to end anything with you. I love you too fuckin' much to do that. If you don't want to come back to the apartment right now, that's fine. I'll understand. But please, come back to me? I can't stand not seeing you or talking to you everyday. You're my best friend and these last couple days have been complete hell without you." Pulling back he kissed her forehead and wiped tears from her cheeks.

"Maybe...maybe we can go back to the apartment and watch a movie or something?" She sniffled, wiping her eyes with a napkin.

"I'd love that." Ryan smiled kissing her forehead again.

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The walk back to Ryan's apartment was a complete 180 from the heavy feeling at the cafe. They spent the trip laugh and joking around, the rockiness in their relationship never coming up.

The only stop they made was a pizza place around the corner for dinner before finally reaching his front door where Lego barreled down the hall, jumping on her and assaulting her with kisses.

"Okay, Okay Lego! I missed you too buddy! Who's a good puppy?" She laughed, bending down to hug him. It was one of Ryan's favorite sights to see her with Lego, loving him as much as Ryan did.

"Alright buddy, come on." Ryan set the pizzas on the counter, leading Lego over to his bed and giving him a treat before bringing the pizza's into the living room and setting them on the coffee table.

Handing her the remote, Ryan took a slice of pizza, sitting back against the cushions and throwing his arm across the back. She scrolled through until settling on a movie, leaving grabbing her own slice and leaning back.

Ryan wasn't sure if she was aware of it, or if it was his own mind playing tricks on him, but she seemed to scoot ever so slightly closer to his side. Smiling to himself, he grabbed another slice and turned his attention to the screen.

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A few movies later she grabbed one of his controllers, switching to Mario Kart.

"Want to play?" she offered, handing him the other controller. "I'll let you win."

"Fuck you, you will. I'll let you win if anything. Ryan responded, taking the controller and entering the game.

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A few hours later they looked at the time.

"Wow, I've been here for while. Sorry, I didn't mean to stay this long." she yawned, stretching her back.

"No, don't worry about it."

"I should probably go." she sighs, standing up and starting to gather her things.

"Oh. Yeah, okay." He stands, following her to the door.

"Thanks, Ryan. Today was great."

"Yeah, it was." he says, biting the inside of his cheek as she puts her hand on the doorknob.

"I'll see you." she says, opening the door.

"You don't have to leave." Ryan blurts.

"Ryan?"

"I mean, if you want to, I won't stop you. I told you that you didn't have to come home yet, and I'll stick to that. But you don't have to leave, if you don't want to. I mean-" He rubs his mouth, stopping himself from rambling again.

"Actually...I'd love to stay, if you're okay with it." She grins, shutting the door.

Walking to the bedroom, she opens his closet grabbing a tank top to change in to and lies on her side of the bed while Ryan pulls off his gym shorts, sliding next to her and wrapping his arm around her waist out of habit.

"Ry?"

"Oh, fuck. Sorry." he apologizes, pulling his arm back.

"No, Ry-" she turns over to face him. "I love you." she states, meeting his lips with her own for a short but meaningful kiss.

Turning back, Ryan responded with his own 'I love you', replacing his arm and burying his face into the back of her neck, nuzzling her as they both nodded off to sleep.

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Ryan woke a few hours later, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

Had it all been a dream?

He looked to his side and found her slightly curled up, snoring softly.

He smiles, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, seeing her tattoo and thinking back to when she'd first showed him.

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She walked in to the apartment one day standing in front of him and simply saying "I have a surprise for you."

Ryan was surprised- it wasn't his birthday or their anniversary - and his curiosity only grew as she started pulling off her shirt.

"What are you-" he smirked, turning off the TV.

"Shut the hell up. Just look." She said, sitting on the couch and turning her back to him.

Noticing the bandage on her shoulder he was only slightly worried as he pulled up the corner to see what it was hiding.

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It was his name. Just 'Ryan' with a dainty heart at the end.

He looked at it now and knew that they wouldn't end. He loved her an almost impossible amount and, for some reason, she felt the same way. They'd have their struggles, but that made it worth fighting for, in the end.

Kissing her tattoo gently, he whispered in her ear, telling her once again, even in her sleep.

"I love you, so much."

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vivaladicamillo · 11 months

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I saw your posts asking for ideas and I was thinking what If you wrote something about you being Bams younger sister and filing cky coz April doesn’t want you to get hurt and you have like secret relationship with Dico or Ryan

DICO/MARGERA!READER

thank u so much for the suggestion!!! im gonna do it for dico this time bc one, theres no fanfics of this silly dude and two, i havent written abt dico in SOOOO long. this ones for the dico lovers out there love yall, a dying breed🫡

WARNINGS: dangerous stuff, fluff, bran being bran yk

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being bams younger sister has its ups and downs

bam as a brother is A NIGHTMARE

hes just such a dick

making fun of u, annoying u and being the “younger brother” type character bc hes just like that

u were 2 years older than him

so when u started kinda liking his life long friend, “dico”

it was kinda awkward bc u yk, hes ur brothers best friend

one night, u were just chilling at the house alone

ape and phil went out, bam was probably out skating somewhere and jess had band practice so having a empty house all to urself?? hell yea!

as u sit on ur couch, just watching some stupid ass movie thats on someone knocks at ur door

when u answer it, its Brandon dicamillo himself (dico)

“hey, uh is bam around?” he asks looking kinda nervous

“nah, i thought he was put filming with u, but its 9:00 he should be back soon.”

“ah ok, ill just wait in my car till he gets here then, thanks.” he smiles at u

“come on bran dont be a stranger! i’m m just watching a movie just wait inside till he gets back.”

you held the door open for him and he walks in and plops down on ur couch

in your spot.

“asshole what the fuck thats my spot”

“didnt see ur name on it.” he says smirking “also what kinda horse shit are u watching? let me show u some real funny shit.”

dico then proceeds to put on an old western movie

“what the fuck dicamillo??”

“what??! this shit is so funny watch this.” he says pointing to the tv as some guy dressed as a cowboy gets shot on screen

the acting was terrible yes, but the way dico was hysterical laughing at it kinda made u smile

his laugh, his interests, just his goofy personality made ur heart flutter

u didn’t realize that u had been staring into this mans whole soul for ten mins until he turns to u and smiles

“may i help u?” he says kinda chuckling

“oh, uh sorry..” u say blushing and kinda turning away

the silence that took place after could have killed u right then and there

until he turns to u

“hey uh.. ive been actually meaning to talk to u about something…” he says, that nervousness kinda coming back from before

u nod ur head as he starts to confess to u

“listen, i know ur my best friends older sister and this is kinda weird but… ever since i met u, i thought u were so cool! i wouldnt have expected u to like masters of the universe and filming bits as much as do…”

“yea, i can see how u couldnt have seen that coming bc of my brothers”

“yea, but anyways, ive always kinda…been into u, im super sorry if this is weird i didnt mean to make it like that i just think..”

u smile, did fucking brandon dicamillo just confess his love for u ??

“bran..”

he turns to u

“i feel the same way, ive always had i just didnt wanna make things awkward if u didnt.” u smiled at him and scooted closer to him on the couch

“really?!?” he said in shock

“mhm, i like you… like A LOT”

u move in closer and you two end up making out on ur couch

after that day u both agreed to date without anyone knowing

yea it was suspicious when u two wouldnt be able to film or hang out at the same time on the same day but the guys kinda brushed it off

u two went of secret little dates

dico would surprise u ALL the time with cute date spots

random cat cafes, parks, family ran restaurants, he just found little cute places in westchester to take u to, and u LOVED IT

when bam realized u obviously were seeing someone bc u were WAYYY to happy, u decided to snoop

going through u room he ended up finding one of dicos shirts hidden under ur bed

thats when bam decides to confront u about it……

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might make some type of part two to this but it depends if yall want it or not, hope u enjoyed! also please keep sending in requests i love them sm !! yall are so creative i love it sm

#DICO NEEDS MORE LOVE!!!#made this for my bestie #love u bestie hope u enjoy #hes so silly i need to write for him more #SEND IN DICO REQUESTS PLEASEEEEE!!!!!#jackass #cky crew #cky x reader #brandon dicamillo #cky4 #cky2k #dico cky #cky3 #brandon dicamillo x reader #cky clip

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Accidents Happen Part 1–Joe Keery

Getting cast in Free Guy was the big career move I needed. Working with someone like Ryan Reynolds would definitely put me on the map. I started acting three years ago. Nothing too big. Just small appearances on tv shows and tv movies. This was going to be my big break.

I hope.

I walked out of the costume trailer and headed toward set. I nervously played with my fingers, running through the stunt in my head. We break through the window and jump onto a green screen bar. We have a safety harness in case something goes wrong.

I gasped when I bumped into someone. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw Joe smiling down at me.

Joe and I met at an event for Netflix. He was there for Stranger Things, I was there for a small movie I did for Netflix. We bumped into each other and Joe accidentally spilled his drink down my dress. He gave me his suit coat and we spent the entire night just talking. We exchanged numbers and stayed in touch.

"Are you guys ready to rehearse the final scene?"

"Yep!" Joe chuckled. I glanced over at Joe's smiling face, the butterflies in my stomach waking up. Before we filmed the big stunt scene, Joe and I were rehearsing our characters' final scene.

"Of course," I nodded, quickly looking away from him.

"Perfect," Shawn smiled. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Places."

I glanced over at Joe before clearing my throat and walking to my starting mark.

"Action!"

I waited a few beats before running down the street and into the view of the camera. When I got to my spot, I turned and saw Joe.

"Keys!"

We stared at each other from across the street. I could practically hear the music they planned to use for this moment. Joe and I stood across the street from each other, cars constantly driving between us. The longer we stared at each other, the crazier the butterflies in my stomach went.

"And. . . Go," Shawn whispered.

As instructed, we jogged to our next spots, inches from each other. The second we met, we leaned in and kissed. Those butterflies I mentioned earlier went absolutely nuts as our lips moved in sync.

"Cut!" Shawn yelled. We pulled apart, both of us out of breath. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine.

"Wow," I whispered before I could stop myself. "That was. . ."

"Yeah," Joe chuckled.

"Yeah?"

We slowly pulled out of our embrace, taking a few steps away from each other. I instantly wrapped my arms around myself. Joe opened his mouth to say something but Shawn interrupted.

"That was perfect, you two!" He jogged over and patted us on our backs. "We'll film that for real tomorrow. Right now, Y/N, it's time for the motorcycle stunt!"

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I was nervously pacing back and forth in my trailer, playing with my hands, unable to stand still. I continued to play with my hands as I walked to set. My head was down so I didn't see Joe in front of me until it was too late.

"Whoa," he laughed as he gently grabbed my shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I stuttered.

"No, you aren't," Joe mumbled.

I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. He turned me towards him, his hand slowly dragging down my arm until he intertwined our fingers.

"What's going on, Y/N?"

"It's nothing."

"Hey," he cut me off. "Something's making you nervous. Talk to me."

"Joe," I started.

"Y/N," Joe sighed. "Talk to me."

I sighed as I pulled my hand out of his and wrapped my arms around myself.

"I just. . . I'm a little nervous about shooting today's scene."

"That's okay," Joe shrugged. "But you also know that the stunt team has run through it several times, checking every little thing."

"I know," I stuttered. "Which is why I don't understand why I'm so nervous right now. I just have this weird feeling."

"Maybe we should talk to Shawn," Joe gently suggested. "If he knew you were uncomfortable, he'd have the stunt team run it until you and Shawn were more comfortable. He would even put it off a couple of days if it made you feel better."

"We can't," I sighed. "We have a filming schedule we need to stick to."

"Y/N," he started, "I don't care about the filming schedule, okay? I care about you."

Joe paused as he took a step closer to me. I could feel his breath on my face. He leaned in, his face inches from mine. All I had to do was tilt my head up and our lips would touch.

"I always have," Joe whispered.

I held back in a surprised gasp when he gently pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle. Neither one of us deepened it. This kiss felt very similar to our scene, but this one felt a little more real.

"We should get to set," I said, barely audible after I broke the kiss.

I slowly took a step back, stepping out of Joe's embrace. I wrapped my arms around myself, my head swirling. Joe and I stared at each other until it got too much. I turned around and quickly walked away with my arms wrapped tightly around myself.

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As I walked onto set in my Molotov Girl outfit, I noticed Joe sitting behind the camera. He sent me a reassuring smile which I returned with a hesitant one.

"You got this," Joe mouthed.

"You ready?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Ryan walking over. I cleared my throat and tried to smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I shrugged.

"Alright," Shawn chuckled, "here's how it's going to go; this is just the scene of you guys bursting through the window and jumping off the motorcycle. We have the prop hang glider right outside the window. The motorcycle will fall and the wires you're connected to will catch you. Let's do this!"

Ryan and I got into our places and started running through the fight choreography when Shawn yelled "action". Everything was going great until Ryan and I busted through the window on the motorcycle.

"I don't suppose this thing can fly."

Ryan laughed like a little kid as he shook his head. "No."

"Jump," I recited as I reached behind myself and acted like I was throwing an object.

I went to grab the prop hang glider but something came undone. It broke the second Ryan and I grabbed it. Ryan's wire caught him, but mine snapped.

The next thing I knew, I was falling with the bike. I felt a sharp pain throughout my body as I hit the ground. I went in and out of consciousness, struggling to stay awake.

3rd POV

The room was silent.

Then as if someone flipped a switch, everyone sprang into action. Someone called 911. Another person went to get emergency supplies. An assistant ran to call Y/N's manager. Shawn, the stunt coordinator, and a few other assistants ran to Y/N.

Joe stood frozen as the group got to Y/N. They knelt down and immediately started disconnecting her from the broken rigging.

"What the hell happened?!" Shawn yelled at the stunt coordinator, Tony.

"I don't know," he stuttered. "The hang glider must've. . ."

"I don't care about the hang glider," Shawn said through his teeth. "I'm wondering more about why her safety harness didn't catch her."

"Well, the ropes were old and. . ."

"They were old?!" He cut Tony off again. "Are you saying you willingly gave Y/N an 'old' rigging during the most dangerous stunt in the entire movie?! Have you any idea what you've done?"

"Okay," Ryan stepped in, "I think he gets it, Shawn."

"I don't think he does," Shawn scolded Tony.

"Look, it was an accident," Ryan tried to calm him down. "These things happen. No one wanted Y/N to get hurt. What happened doesn't really matter anymore. What matters now is making sure we get Y/N the help she needs."

After that, no one said a word. The ambulance arrived and the EMTs jumped into action. Everyone moved out of the way to give them room to work. As they lifted Y/N onto a gurney, Ryan walked over to Joe.

"She's going to be alright," he said under his breath.

"What if she's not?"

Part 2, Part 3

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV #free guy #free guy imagine

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castle-dominion · 8 months

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castle 6x15 smells like teen spirit

the telekinesis episode liveblog

Wow sometimes I hate teenaged girls. Telling a cab driver how to drive? Wow language. Of course she plays lacrosse. Actually I was thinking ringette not lacrosse.

WAIT I JUST REALIZED, SHE SAID HEY BITCH SINGULAR {spoilers, she pranked the ONE girl FIRST}

Going to be murder on-screen? Holy crap! Dun dun dun she dead

so obviously... fake but yk

*lenny face* Weddings <3 KB: I want Old Blue Eyes himself. New songs for the playlist: witchcraft by frank sinatra & dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen.

RC & KB (simultaneously): Do we not have a song? (love their samebrain) RC: We must have a song. KB’S phone rings. KB: And it looks like they’re playing it now. XD, btw do you remember when castle's ringtone for her was that death sound? (she answers) Beckett. (pause, then whispered to RC) Murder at Sutton Place. They both get out of bed. Because sadly they are on call this late at night. Well she’s on call he’s just there.

What does senior mean for non-americans? (At least we're not french school tho.) Lol Castle uwu lanie tucking her hair behind her ear with the pen (wow ryan looks v early seasons rn. I like it. Oh it must be the short hair & dark clothes

BLOOD ON THE RAFTER? {how did it get there for real?}

Lol made the hulk angry. As if that's a viable Castle theory. Tho I miss the Castle theories where he was right & smart.

I was wondering where Esposito was. aw, coffee. Nice tie on esposito. But what's with his hair. I like the hair but I don't like it

She's a teen. Stuff like this happens.

My man doesn't look like a teen. U kidding me Castle? rich teens like that?

KB: So this is where you graduated, huh? RC: Well, I would have if it wasn’t for the fact that one night my buddies and I sneaked in and pushed a cow up twelve flights of stairs and onto the roof. (Ah yes. Grad pranks. My dad & his friends put underwear on a giant statue in their hometown. They were velcro too so it was a harmless prank, unlike permanent grafiti. But 12 flights is a lot. My high school was one of the tallest in our town bc it had 4 floors I think...) KB: A cow? Really? RC: Yep. KB: So what happened? Did you guys get expelled? RC: No. Just me. I wasn’t connected like my buddies were. I was the scholarship kid, so I got the boot. KB: (smirks) Well I think you turned out all right. RC: Me too. Me too I love him

How did u know she was going out all hours of the night? u weren't sleeping together (& I mean actually literally sleeping too, where u would notice if your partner left the bed)

They just ran from the cab? very teen girl of them. I LOVE esposito's jacket.

KB: Where are they now? KR: Same place you are. Ok so new characters: Kris Howard, Hillary Cooper. Madison is the one who died. She has HEELS

That's a cello not a bass, the neck is like the violin family & the bass is not of the violin family

wait the PRINCUIPAL said youe not supposed to talk about it!!É oh french keyboard whoops

RC: I’d offer a theory but I’m too busy having detention flashbacks. KB: You must have spent a lot of time in this hallway. RC: More than I did in class. (What a mood. Castle adhd headcanon points. Actually for me it was a lot of speech therapy.) KB: I bet that principal hated you. RC: I’m wondering if hate is a strong enough word. Principal Dunan had to hire a crane to get that cow off the roof. But I’m sure that old battleax is long since retired. (he laughs) Put out to pasture, so to speak. PD: Was that a bovine reference, Mr. Rodgers? RC: startles and stands up. RC: Principal Dunan, you’re … uh … still here. (he is SOOO under the authority of this man even tho he's a rich adult now & taller than him. tho in HS he was also probs taller.) PD: And sadly, you have returned. RC: is chastised. PD: gestures for them to enter his office. KB: walks around RC: , trying to hold back her amusement. RC: follows behind like he’s going to his funeral. INT – PRINCIPAL DUNAN’S OFFICE PD: I see you have managed to extricate yourself from a life of delinquency, Mr. Rodgers, and become a writer. RC: shuts the door behind them. He tries to respond, but he’s cut off when PD: continues. PD: - of sorts. RC: Well, actually, it’s Mr. Castle now. (castle trans moments) PD: You’ll always be Rodgers to me.

lmao faircroft family?

RC: (whispered) I’m surprised he can use a computer. PD: I’m old, not deaf, Mr. Rodgers. And undaunted by technology. kb walks around the desk to look at the computer. rc waits, silently asking permission before pd gestures for him to come look.

Hot or not? smash or pass? markiplier plays smash or pass with every dingle pokemon? Best character: Jordan Gibbs. (she's DEF hot bro! Look at her!) I recognized her as played by Hannah Marks, who plays Amanda Brotzman in dirk gently's holistic detective agency. Both of em are supposed to be normal. r/ why were they filming Edit: because the one filming was PLAYING hot or not on video, they were PART of the game & recording it, focusing the cam on each girl they played hot ot not with. & the boys don't continue with their game or like,, laugh when she drops her tray? I knew a guy like that in 3rd grade. Broke our smartboard.

RC: The outcast. The mean girls. (love it love it love it.) The rage that erupts in a telekinetic attack. This is a real life Carrie. My mother got carrie from the library. She is also reading christine bc of an ad for car insurance in our town.

KB: Now, has anything like this happened before? PD: No RC: Um … yes. At the crime scene. Me: technically that was after

Ah yes Castle plays poker with him.

Oh! I was wondering where his nice tie went but it's the next day that's why he has the nice jacket Auntie Payban: Detective? (he turns back) I know what this looks like, but Jordan is a really good kid. She got a scholarship herself to that fancy school. Castle parallel Payban: I mean, she just – she wouldn’t throw that away, you know? She just wouldn’t do this. Cut to:

HC: Yeah, it was totally Jordan. KH: No doubt. KB: You never actually saw her. KH: Well, we didn’t see anyone. It was if some invisible force threw Madison around the room like a ragdoll. (Who has the bag that good?) HC: The same way Jordan attacked us in the cafeteria. KH: Yeah. RC: After you knocked into her as she carried a tray of food. KH: Look, we know it was wrong of us to mess with her, but – HC: I mean, she’s odd, you know? She’s into weird stuff. Like that autistic jewish lesbian witch in the webcomic I'm reading

Ryan Castle Jr Moments Holy moley pic with no eyes...

You're poor & give your kid an allowance? My mom had a job & my dad did carpentry work & we didn't get an allowance until my brothers & I were like idk 15 13 & 11 maybe (just a guess) & even then, it was paid chores not a plain allowance. Actually I remember it was 7th grade at the earliest, possibly later, so I would have likely been 12 to 13. Or later bc that's when I was like "I don't get an allowance" & all my classmates were saying "I don''t get an allowance but my parents pay for my phone plan" or "I get an allowance but I need to pay for my phone plan myself"

Lucas Troy my beloved RC: Ah… Starry Knight, the winter ball. Did I tell you Principal dunan expelled me just before prom? (oh bc they're the knights, like the crusaders or marauders whose mascot was a dunk scottish guy,, for high schoolers.) Why is he holding it in front of his face instead of wearing the mask? KB: Castle, no! You didn’t get to go to your own prom? RC: And my date would have been Audra Dobson. So unbelievably hot. KB: Well, if it’s any consolation I missed my prom as well. RC: Really? Why? My first thought was: her mom’s murder.

Lucas: It’s amazing. Even after she’s dead everything’s still all about her. Tbh you can be a little bitter abt that even though she's dead

Love his voice, really sells that he's a teen.

Lucas: Yeah, but there’s no way Jordan would retaliate. The girl wouldn’t raise her hand at anyone. RC: She wouldn’t have to. Not with flying chairs in her arsenal.

You just left school for a bit & came back after you lost her?

Tori <3 the data ARE gone technically

Did they get a warrant for her phone?

RC: Just because no one knows who Jordan’s friends are doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any.

Transcript calls him Nerdy Guy. The crowd breaks and reveals that the man isn’t standing on a table. He’s levitating, floating in midair. (love the punk nonbinary girl) BWA BWA BWAAAAAAA

Becket a sec ago: wowie Becket now: Ya I saw that trick in vegas

Rampinel: I teach biophysics at MIT. I rent this space from Henderson to conduct my research in telekinesis. My friend/tattoo artist is a teacher at my school, which my little bro wants to attend but f/ta/i said he could probably go to MIT. Dad said, "Manitoba institute of tehcnology? That's pretty good, much better than the colleges we have in our part of canada." f/ta/i said, "No I meant michigan institute of tech. Your son is smart enough to get in." My baby bro is going to become a physicist! I'm over here just learning a crappy trade job.

How did she find out that henderson diagnostics was a telekinesis place when esposito couldn't?

Hats off to rampinel for harbouring Jordan. (her clothing makes her look short too but she isn't a tall person so she's great for a high schooler. I saw hannah marks in dghda where she was often beside elijah wood who is also not tall so she looked normal to me but in castle she looks so tiny, one of the reasons I didn't recognize her. That & she was maybe like 5-10 years younger

KR: She even kind of looks like Carrie. JE: No, she does not. Besides, how would that little skinny girl throw Madison up against the ceiling? KB rolls her eyes. RC: With powers we have yet to comprehend. (to KB) Be careful in there. Don’t anger her. We don’t know what she’s capable of. KB nods. KB: You’re right. You should probably go in there with me. For protection. She leaves.

Nemesis is such a word Russian lit my beloved. just like heavy tf2 Maybe she doesn't want anyone to know she actually studies! I love how this teen talks & presents herself, acting v good to make this a teen. Adult enough, but still less experience & not fully mature.

I believe it's a nervous habit & not an attempt to frighten them. She legit thinks she killed someone I LVOVE HER SM

JE, who grew up poor: What kind of high school kid has financials? Me: Well if you're 16 then you gan get your driver's & often that's when you start driving yourself to work & getting a job... I also grew up poor but for the collective bday of my bros & me we all got bank accounts. Which was odd bc there is a 4y gap between the oldest & youngest. Now, we didn't really use them except for relatives writing us cheques on xmas, but technically we had financials. However, nothing nearly as great as madison's. Ryan comes in with three STACKS of paper.

Bars/clubs? she's a minor. Wait fake IDs exist.

When does she sleep?

She speaks russian! Holy crap! A bank account does not have actual cash in it, silly billy.

$2.3m holy crap Sus. Did he rob die hard & then maddie stole his stuff or like??? He won't have killed his own daughter. probably.

Hm they are eating at the breakfast bar not the dining table

KB: (reading) The Billboard’s Top 100 Most Romantic Songs of All Time. RC: I figure our song has to be on that list somewhere. KB: No, Castle. I’m not choosing our song off of a list that includes – (she scans) Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me”. She tosses the list aside.

KB: Yeah, except rebel Becks was a little too cool to go to a silly dance, so we went to a poetry slam in the East Village instead. It’s one of those seminal moments that I kinda wish I hadn’t skipped out on. She rebelled by going to a poetry slam? Nerdy goth. Probably took her motorbike.

love esposiro's red on red outfit So she... robs her rich friends? "to f/n l/n, who has a kid in faircroft"

Also like how they call it tolstoy instead of war & peace or the russian title. My question tho, how did she hollow out the book? I've tried, it ain't easy.

Love his Hey Hey KR: No. But she might have robbed the guy who robbed the bank.

Teenaged girl stealing things? Who would have thought.

Mum knew a guy who went by shawn bc his name was xian

I love this real estate fellow she's great. KR: A ghost. ??? Hey bro chinese ghosts are fricking scary.

Ryan Castle jr moments Love how we get to just focus on ryan's face while caskett are arguing. Also he is SHORT next to tall castle & tall beckett in heels.

JE: They also examined the patio where Chen’s furniture earned its frequent flyer miles. CERULEAN BLUE LIKE THE KID'S LUNGS? NOOOO NOT LUCAS

wait lucas said he wasn't there. Why'd he lie?

she's bringing a gun? & cocking it? going to see a kid? reminds me of that scene with violin girl (boy) in the umbrella academy. viktor hargreeves but when they were still vanya. making stuff fly around & then boom james peen or whatever his name was.

LUCAS: You wouldn’t understand. Most people don’t. That’s why I’ve learned to hide what I am. RC: Telekinetic. LUCAS: (scoffs) What? No. Smart. You know, people don’t like it when you’re smart and you do things people don’t understand. I mean, all that stuff that you saw? I rigged. RC: Rigged? But you – chairs moved. The tables – LUCAS: Right. Special effects are kind of my hobby. (Love special effects) It’s pretty amazing what you can do with some fishing wire and magnets. And people are pretty gullible. RC’S face falls. KB tries to not show her amusement, but she gives RC a knowing look. So did he fake a telekinetic event for his friend w/o telling her, making her think she had powers? & he told her NOW tho?

JG: I've never had anyone do that for me before. [KR puts his hand on JE'S shoulder.]

Lucas: And you – you know what they would do to a scholarship kid who terrorized a room full of students? Castle:

THEY HAVE A RECORDING OF THE FACETIME CALL

Well you edited the last part out AND the first part out. You usually need to trim both ends of a clip like that.

That kid is NOT a high school student. Then again I have seen kids somewhat like that...

I had a dream about having a weird locker i could go inside. but setting up a false bottom would be kind of... impossible

lmao stealing from the fiarcroft community is barely stealing babe

two out of three girls had lawyer dads. Smart of her not to say a word.

Reading the transcript I thought Kris was innocent & Hillary knew. Seeing the show, I see body language

Hillary: She is captain of the cheer squad. She knows her way to the top of the pyramid. Yeah that kind of work requires a lot of muscle. But srs? already betraying your friend like this? At least she's getting arrested in her prom queen stuff.

PD: Mmm. Just one thing I need to know, Mr. – Castle. It’s haunted me for years. Where did you get the cow? RC: (hesitates) Put it this way, sir, if you ever need one, I know a guy. EVEN BACK THEN CASTLE KNEW A GUY

his hands are... very thick, making his fingers look stubby. smallest toes I've seen on a guy that tall.

Andrew Belle’s “In My Veins” & I love how these adults are just crashing a prom. My parents wanted to crash weddings & pretend to be hired dancers.

(lowkey goth, love the way she looks.) These kids aren't dancing so well, no kid is. Well ig it's a different style of dancing. I do fiddle dancing-- heck we had a 40 minute virginia reel the other day. We also do schottisches, circle dances, polkas, etc, but our two-steps & waltzes are not like foxtrots & ballroom waltzes. I took some ballroom classes in school & some hip-hop & "just dance" which I never really liked, but we also took salsa. I really want to learn salsa again. & ofc my parents were big into swing. I miss swing dancing, I need to take a class. My olf TA could to salsa & tango. She was great. croatian-canadian living in argentina for summer lol.

KB: Oh, that reminds me. I had unis sweeps Lucas’s house. You know what they didn’t find? Wires, magnets, anything that would explain that stuff that we saw flying around. Jordan & Lucas are kissing <3 <3 <3 I always love it when these episodes, time travellers, psychics, telekinetics... I love it when these episodes end with some sort of "ooh scary, what if it's real" moment

#castle 6x15 #castle 6x15 spoilers #castle 6x15 quote #the telekinesis episode #(I might think of it as the amanda/hannah marks/jordan gibbs episode tho lol)

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imaginesbymonika · 2 years

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The tomato girl.

Finale !!!!!!

Pairing: Steve-O x fem!reader

Plot: Y/N and Steve-O were clearly in love with each other, but well, if no one speaks up how were they supposed to know?

Warnings: angst, mention of people getting injured, but really just some mentioning of blood and some swearing, fluff at the end!!! writing this has been so much fun, really so much!

masterlist | previous chapter

song to listen to while reading:

It's around 4:30 am when Johnny's phone buzzes once more. He initially groans and want's to turn around. But when he remembers what the previous call was about, a sweet grin arises on his lips as he reaches toward the small table. But it drops when he reads the name on his screen.

"Y/N?", he inquires, his voice deeper and filled with confusion as he clears his throat. "What is his adress? Steveo's. What is it? Please, I need to know." Johnny hears how a car door opens up in the background. "What happened?", he asks and sits up straight, while he hears Y/N’s muffled crying.

"You're so stupid sometimes.", Y/N sighed and took Steveo's face into her hands. She pulled him a few inches closer to look at the cut above his lip. "Don't ever talk about me like that again.", the random man who is standing above them let out and Steveo simply rolled his eyes at him. "Well, it's true. That tattoo looks ridiculous and you will never get any pussy with it."

At that, the taller and much more vigorous man took a swing, but instead of Steveo's cheek, it got in touch with Y/N's. She had pushed her friend away at the last moment. Y/N let out a fragile sound and a few seconds later she spat out blood on the brown hardwood floor.

A silence fell upon the room. And for a few seconds the men of Jackass all stared at the red puddle before their whole interest fell back on the guy. "I know for a fact, you didn't just hit her, dude.", Chris declared calmly, but just like the rest of the guys, the anger was boiling in his veins. Steveo’s eyes were filling up with concern however when he saw that she was somewhat okay, he immediately got back up on his feet. Without thinking about it his fist collies with the guy's jawline. For some reason, he was abruptly much stronger and also much soberer.

"You're okay?", Bam asked and kneeled down next to the woman. "Nothing's broken.", she explained and a weak smile appeared on her lips, while some red blood dripped down her chin. Bam and Ryan both shook their heads in astonishment. "Why the fuck would you do that?" But she really didn't have to answer it. They already knew the reason.

Steveo who is laying on the back in his bed tosses and turns, but he just cannot find a good position to sleep in. So he ends up simply gazing at the ceiling for a while. Until someone begins to harshly bang against the front door of his house. He rapidly turns on the lights and walks out of his bedroom. When he notices a figure standing in front of his door his eyes widen.

"I said no.", Y/N lets out as soon as he opens the door: "I said no to Ezra. I called him back the second you left and I said I cannot marry him and that I am so sorry for wasting his time. My heart wasn't in it, that relationship felt phony and forced. I mean yeah my parents like him, and I know my mom is going to be so pissed when I tell her I broke up with him. And my friends will all just roll their eyes because I am single once again, and they will continue to make jokes about me never finding the “right” guy. And I know they will make jokes about me being picky, because if I am not turning down every guy that comes my way, then I cannot even recognize the ‘good husband potential’ in the ones I do date. But I just cannot marry Ezra. My heart wasn't in it... because it stayed here the night before I left for New York. It stayed on those stupid stairs outside that stupid bar where I sat next to you. I was freezing my fucking ass off hoping- god, I was hoping you'd try to convince me to stay."

She takes a deep breath.

"I cannot marry some guy from New York. Not when I have loved you practically forever."

Steveo stares at her for a moment.

"So yeah. There was a moment in time when you were more than a friend to me. And that moment hasn't passed since."

Without thinking about it he steps forwards and pulls her into a kiss. And it feels the way how he imagined it, back in 2000, when they met for the first time in Johnny's apartment. No, it feels better. Way better. She could have had anyone, and she chose him. She picked him.

"Your dad is going to be so disappointed, isn't he?" "I doubt anything could disappoint him more than the tomato poster, to be honest." Steveo laughs at that and pulls her closer to him once more.

"You're stupid.", a voice said and when Y/N perked up she saw Steveo. He chuckled to himself as he sat down next to her on the pavement. "I can't smell anything.", Y/N confessed and both of them started to laugh.

He grabbed Y/N's hand and she looked down at it. They didn't say anything, they just kinda knew what the other person was thinking. "It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?" "That's the sunrise, Y/N.", he simply replied and looked at her: "But yeah, it's really beautiful."

#steve o imagine #steve o #steve o x reader #angst #x reader #fluff #imagine #spotify #jackass forever #jackass imagine #jackass #jackass x reader #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #bam margera #Spotify

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en-hale-archives · 3 years

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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One Last Time 06 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’

‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment knowing she’ll follow!’‘

‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘

Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.

Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.

‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”

The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.

‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.

‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t. You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.

He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.

‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘

You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.

‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.

‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.

You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that.

Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.

‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.

Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?

You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.

Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated.

But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.

‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘

A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”

The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too.

‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away.

Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’

Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.

The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.

“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”

‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.”

Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved.

It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve.

So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows, sleep, and repeat.

Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual, kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.

It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.

‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.

And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.

‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”

His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.

‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘

The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first.

Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.

‘‘ She will never leave me.”

You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”

“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”

You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it.

You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is.

You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever.

“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”

‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs.

The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks.

‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.”

His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’

‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”

He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders.

You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’

‘‘ Of? “

‘‘ Being hurt again.”

Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed.

Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”

It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.

‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall.

Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry.

Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words.

He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.

‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.”

You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”

As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”

You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”

Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.

‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.” You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.

‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again.

‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.

He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”

Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.

The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.

Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.

“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.

“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.

‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.

Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now.

He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.

The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.

You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good.

Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.

Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.

Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry.

‘’ I love you.”

That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love.

‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’

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avengerscompound · 2 years

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The Pain in Serendipity - 14

The Pain in Serendipity - A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (possible polyamory in future).

Rating: E

Word Count: 2234

Warnings: angst, blip stuff

Synopsis: When Thanos snaps his fingers it takes your daughter and Steve Rogers’ first love with it. Together you pick up the pieces, falling in love and building a family together. Finding serendipity in your shared trauma. When opportunity comes to bring back those who are lost comes with the risk of more loss for you both. Is it worth taking the risk?

Chapter 14

“Mister Sampson!” you called, as you dropped to your knees beside the unconscious body of your old neighbor and friend. She had been dead for the past five years and had just reappeared thanks to your husband and his friends undoing the snap made by a Mad Titan. Callie had had a panic attack due to the stress of her sudden arrival in a world that had moved on from her. Your kids - including Jacob, her biological son - all looked on from the doorway terrified. You felt torn in two directions. You needed to comfort them and tell them everything was okay, but you also needed to get Callie up off the floor of your old apartment building. “Mister Sampson, I need help!”

You turned your attention back to the dark-haired woman lying on the ground. “Callie,” you said, tapping her cheek. “Callie, honey, I can’t carry you. I need you to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open as Sampson came to the door. “It’s my Lisa,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks, and the phone still pressed to his ear. “She still had her phone on her.” He stopped when he saw you on the floor with Callie. “What happened?”

“She fainted,” you said, and looked back at the kids who were cowering together. “Hey, sweethearts, it’s okay. She just felt dizzy.”

“Who is she, mommy?” Jacob asked. He was shaking a little and you knew this wasn’t sinking in properly. For him, you were his mommy and Callie was just the story of a ghost who loved him once.

“She’s your mommy, J.J.,” you said, helping Callie to sit up.

“Let’s get her down to my apartment,” Sampson said. “I can make coffee.”

You got Callie to her feet and she blinked around in confusion. “Please tell me this is a dream,” she said in a small and terrified voice.”

“I can’t, honey,” you said, as you helped her down the hall. Sampson followed behind, rounding up the kids in front of him.

Your phone buzzed in your purse and you fished it out to see Ryan’s picture on the screen. “Mom,” he said before you even had a chance to say hello. “Mom, what’s happening? People started reappearing. I can’t get through to dad and now news reports are saying that there’s an alien invasion and the Avengers might be fighting them.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and both Alice and Jacob walked into your legs, bounced back, and looked up at you startled. “I’m sorry… what?” you asked.

“The people came back, the ones who turned to dust,” Ryan said.

“No, I know that… I’m here with Alice,” you said, it felt like your heart was hammering. Things were going even worse than you thought if what Ryan said was true. “What do you mean there’s an alien invasion?”

“It’s on the news,” Ryan said. “Mom… does that mean my mom and dad are back?”

You let out a breath. “It should do, honey. They - they were at work that day. Right? You were home sick? I found you in your pajamas and you came and helped me find more kids.”

You could hear him start to sob on the other end of the line. “Mom…”

“I know, honey. I’ll always be your mom now. And Steve’s always going to be your dad. But - but if they were at work you should be able to call them. Can you remember where they worked?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he said. “I’ll try and call them. Mom, can you be with me if they want to meet up?”

“Of course, honey. I’m just… J.J.’s mom is here with me. She’s - she’s - it’s a lot to take in,” you said as you started moving with Callie again.

“Okay. I mean - yeah - I get it. I’ll call them and see what they say,” he said.

“Maybe we can all meet up at home or the tower later. We can order in some food if anyone is still delivering,” you suggested.

“Okay,” Ryan said. There was a pause that felt heavy - like Ryan had something more to say. You waited, letting him come to it as you began guiding Callie down the stairs. Behind you, Sampson continued to wrangle the little ones as he spoke with his daughter on the phone. “Mom…” he said softly, his voice shaking a little. “Will dad be okay?”

“I’m sure he will,” you said quickly, though how certain of that you actually were, you couldn’t say. Like Ryan, you were used to losing people. “He’s Captain America.”

“Okay,” Ryan said, sounding a little uncertain. “I’ll call my parents work. And I’ll call you again when I’m done.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure they’ll be relieved to hear your voice,” you said.

You hung up and focused on getting Callie downstairs. She was walking more by herself when you got her inside Sampson’s apartment but was still in a bit of a daze. You guided her inside the small dark space, sitting her down on the couch before going to turn on the tv. It was one of those old tube kinds with a set-top box and it took you a little while to figure out how to get it working properly. When you finally did get it working the first thing you saw was shaky footage of what looked like an Alien invasion movie, set on the banks of the Hudson River. Everything was on fire and huge spaceships filled the air. The Daily Bugle Logo was superimposed over the bottom left corner of the screen. “... appeared not long after people began reappearing around the world. A battle has since broken out. We’ve seen Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America. No sign of the other Avengers as yet.”

Sampson moved up behind you, no longer on his phone. “Oh, god. What now?” he said.

You shook your head. You didn’t even know how to answer him. That looked like some end of the world shit and if Steve and his friends had brought everyone back just to end up destroying the planet, then it was all for nothing.

“I’ll make coffee,” Sampson said.

Your phone rang again and this time the caller ID said; home. It was the name of your landline. A number that was seldom used, and you only kept on in case the kids ended up home alone for some reason. It had 4 numbers programmed into it. 911, yours, Steve’s, and Natasha’s cell phones.

Someone was at the house.

You picked up quickly, feeling frazzled, and pulled in all directions. Your husband was out there fighting for both his life and the life of everyone on the planet. Ryan was likely talking to his parents and feeling completely at a loss to tell them how much time they’d missed and how he had started calling a whole other set of people mom and dad in that time. Callie looked like she was in shock. And worst of all, the rest of your kids were right here with you, looking so scared and confused and you hadn’t even had a chance to explain what was going on.

“Hello?” you said, expecting to hear an adult voice on the other end. Instead, you were greeted by the voice of a small child. Possibly Isabella’s age, maybe younger.

“Hello,” what sounded like a little boy replied. “Can you help me, please? I don’t know… I was playing with my sister and now my mom is gone and all our stuff has changed. You wrote a letter but … but…”

Your heart felt like it was breaking - something you didn’t even think was possible anymore. The owners of your old house must have sold it because they’d lost their kids and now they were at your place alone. You moved into the corner, turning away from the others so you could focus.

“Oh sweetie,” you said quickly. “Is it just you?”

“No,” he said. “My sister is here. She’s only two and she’s crying. I don’t know what to do. Where’s my mommy?”

“Honey, your mommy will be looking for you. Things happened. It was like magic. I’ll tell you what… I’ll be over as soon as I can. I’m not too far away but there are people here who are scared too. If you look in my freezer you can find some popsicles and ice cream. You and your sister try to make a nice picnic until I get there. Okay? If your mom comes you tell her to wait for me so I don’t worry.”

“Okay,” he said in a small voice.

“I promise, we won’t be long,” you said and hung up the phone.

Someone said your name and for a second you thought one of the kids had already reverted to calling you by your first name again. You turned to see Callie holding a mug and looked up at you with an expression of sheer terror. “What’s going on?”

You moved to the couch and crouched down in front of your old friend, gesturing for the kids to come over too so you could explain it all at once. They hurried into your arms, all three of them clinging to you.

“Five years ago, there was this man. He was from another planet. He had this idea that the universe was overpopulated and if he halved all life, he’d fix that. So he used this power and did just that,” you explained. “He clicked his fingers and - half of all life turned to dust. You were one of them. So was Alice.”

“What?” Callie asked. “It can’t…”

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” you said. “But why would I lie about that?” You pointed to the screen which seemed to show some kind of rocket tearing through the spacecraft. “Whatever is happening out at the Avengers Facility now is related to it. The Avengers worked out a way to bring everyone back, but I’m guessing the guy who did it isn’t happy about it. You’re back, and so is Alice. But you’ve missed so much, Callie.” You rubbed Jacob’s head and he hid deeper in your neck. “This is J.J. I know you remember him being a baby, but he’s been here for the past five years without you. I’ve been raising him for you.”

“J.J.?” she said in a tiny voice.

Jacob shook his head and tried to climb you. “J.J., sweety. It’s your mom. Don’t you want to say hello?”

“You're my mommy,” he said, starting to cry. “You’re my mommy.”

“I know, honey,” you said, tears pricking your eyes. “I know. I am your mommy, but now you have two. Isn’t that great?”

“He… He calls you mommy?” Callie asked.

You looked up at her, and she had tears silently running down her cheeks. You didn’t know if you had it in you to do all this again. How were you going to have to go through this with Isabella too? And surely Callie and Isabella’s biological parents would want to take them back? How could you stand to lose them? “You were dead, Callie.”

She started to sob and you moved up onto the couch and hugged her, sharing the same grief she had but on the flipped side of the coin. Yet, even with the fact you already felt so overwhelmed you had no idea how you could go on, you knew you needed to because there were two very scared little kids at your house who were completely unsupervised.

You pulled back and pushed Callie’s dark curls off her face and tucked them behind her ears. “I know this is impossible to deal with right now. I do. But … some kids just appeared in my house and I need to go to them because they don’t know where their mom and dad are.”

Sampson looked over at you both. “Callie and the kids are welcome to stay here if you want.”

You dreaded the idea of leaving the children behind. Not after all they had gone through and were going through, but maybe it was the better option.

The decision was taken away from you when the kids' arms all tightened around you. “No, no, no,” Isabella cried. “Don’t leave us too.”

“Okay. Okay,” you said and looked over at Callie. “I think… I think I better take them with me. You can come of course. You’re welcome to. You too if you want Mister Sampson.”

“Oh no, honey,” he said. “I think I’m better staying right here. Maybe I can help some of the other tenants if they need me. I might double-check all the rooms in case anyone else showed up unexpectedly all alone.”

“Okay,” you agreed and grabbed a pen and notebook from your bag. You scribbled down your phone number. “I’m guessing I’m gonna be in charge of reuniting families given I have all the paperwork for this. You call me if you need anything.”

“You go take care of your own first,” he replied. “You’ve given up more of yourself than is fair already.”

You let out a breath and nodded, getting up. Callie pulled herself shakily to her feet and you picked up Jacob and Alice while Isabella clung to your pocket. “Okay,” you said. “There’s still more to be done.”

// NEXT

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spacebarnes · 3 years

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we we're too young ✧ t.holland

summary: when the pressure of the age ends a relationship, a song comes.

warnings: swearing, fluff at the end

a/n: i really love Louis and the lyrics of this songs are painful, so why not? requests are open! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake, take care of yourself pls! <3 (not my gif)

When you broke up with Tom, you promised yourself that you would never speed things up in a relationship again.

And maybe that's what ruined everything. Moving in together in your early 20s and starting a new life just the two of you was either the best or the worst relationship decision. But, you were two teenagers in love, sure that you were each other's soul mate, who would dare break your illusion?

It had been almost three years since you left the apartment, ending it all there. You knew you couldn't keep Tom's name from being all over Hollywood, or even coming up as a topic of conversation with your friends, but you could avoid seeing him at events. And that's exactly what you did over the years.

Right now you were getting ready for a performance with Louis Tomlinson and other singers that all of you were giving at a community event for a foundation.

"Hey," you spoke as Lana, your makeup artist, finished applying some blush to your cheeks. "You're already here?"

"I'm in the parking lot," Sebastian replied and you could hear the sound of a car door closing. "Dua is already singing?"

"I think so, why?" you asked as you grimaced so Lana could apply more product to your face.

"Cause i don't wanna look like i only care about you." his voice sounded somewhat agitated, indicating that he was walking towards the door of the building.

"But you only care about me." you replied with a giggle, listening as he also laughed lightly.

"I know but, sounds rude," Lana put her things away and left you alone, not before you thanked her for the amazing job she had done on your face. "And what are you singing besides Too Young?"

"Moonlight, Dangerous Woman, Positions and Nasty." Sebastian couldn't see you, but you had a smirk in your face.

"So you're getting nasty, huh?" you laughed at the comment you knew he would make about the song. "Oh, and by the way. Tom is-" he couldn't finish the sentence because you interrupted him.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes without him being able to see you. "Can we just not talk about him? It's been like three years, c'mon. Everybody needs to get over it."

"Alright big girl, see you over here. Bye."

The call ended and the sentence that your friend didn't finish started to haunt your head. Why did he name your ex? Sebastian wasn't usually one of those people who always named him, he only did it when it was something important or very urgent, what would have happened?

Your thoughts faded when three knocks sounded at your door.

"Love, you're ready? We gotta go!" the accent of Louis reached your ears and you just tried to hide the smile that formed on your face knowing that you were already going on stage.

"Coming!" you shouted back and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before dropping your cell phone on the little red couch. You saw the screen light up, indicating that you had gotten a notification but you didn't take any notice, it was surely from a fan.

Cindy:

You're gonna die.

I just saw Harry, Sam and Tom in like four tables behind us.

He's here for you.

"I have to say you look very pretty." the boy next to you complimented you as the both of you walked down the big hallway to get to the stage.

"Thanks, Tommo," you thanked him with a big smile. "You look great too, and i'm sure that you are gonna do a show out there."

"Bullshit," he shook his head, hiding the smile that had formed on his face. "But we are gonna rock the stage, and then you will do it by yourself." he said with a big smile, causing one on you and hugging you around your waist.

"Y/N, put this on." the sound guy handed you a yellow headset with your initial engraved on it as you arrived on stage, a big red cloth covering both of you.

"I saw some of your cast friends out there." this made your eyes sparkle a little, you were excited to know that they actually did come.

"Oh yeah, I invited some of them. I'm happy they came to support the event."

"Yeah, but there was this guy," he grimaced trying to remember and bit his lower lip. "I don't remember his name, but he was with two other people."

"Are you sure that he was from Marvel?" you asked with furrowed brows and he nodded immediately.

"Yeah, i've seen his face in the movies before."

"Maybe it was Hemsworth with Liam and Elsa, i dunno." you shrugged and Louis just nodded, trusting you.

The two of you turned on your microphones so you could start talking as you had previously rehearsed.

"So yeah, I hear Louis Tomlinson can't sing at all." you spoke into the mic, causing several of the fans who bought a ticket to scream.

"Well, I hear Y/N Y/L doesn't sing that well. She can't even get to the high notes!" his voice echoed throughout the venue as you two laughed quietly behind the curtain. This was all based on the many criticisms the two of you were receiving.

"Ugh, yeah. And that two assholes have a show tonight." you spoke as you watched the canvas begin to open, making the screams grow louder.

"I bet that they won't even be able to fill half the forum." Louis and you take a step out of the shadows.

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed when you saw how many people were there. You and Louis had sent out a large number of invitations to various artists, but you didn't expect everyone to go. Your eyes quickly visualized Sebastian next to Elizabeth. In one corner was Ryan Reynolds and in the other Lily Collins, there really were a lot of stars in the place. Finally, some fans were right in front of the stage, separated from everyone else.

"They really made it," your friend said between a chuckle before speaking again. "How is it going?" he openly asked all the people, earning several shouts of excitement.

"Alright, so, first of all," you looked to your left for Tomlinson's approval before continuing to speak, he just closed his eyes and nodded. "Thanks to everybody for coming tonight. It really means a lot to Louis and I that you could donate a little money for the kids that belong to this foundation. I didn't thought that so many of you would come today, I honestly just thought Sebastian and my mom would come," you admitted with a nervous laugh, eliciting one from the listeners and earning an on-air kiss from Sebastian "But yeah, again, thanks to all of you for showing up today. I'm sure that all of these kids thank you with all their hearts."

"So many boring things but no action, let's hear it!" Louis said and he walked back a bit so he could sit on the small wooden benches that were on the stage. Unlike the other artists, the two of you wouldn't be doing a big performance for Too Young.

And that's because Too Young is not a very happy song. You and Louis wrote it when you were just coming out of your relationship and feelings were running high. It was a special and painful song.

The melody started to play and you shared a big smile with the guy to your right before you started singing.

we were too young

to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that i hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

Emotions and memories began to fill your mind. It was hard to sing this song without feeling a sense of guilt at all.

i've been looking back a lot lately

me and you is all I've ever known

it's hard to think you could ever hate me

but everything's feeling different now

Your eyes were focused on Jake Gyllehaal and Blake Lively talking about your presentation. You had met Jake through Tom and had formed a great friendship, but you were curious to know what Blake thought.

oh, I can't believe I gave in to the pressure

when they said a love like this would never last

so I cut you off 'cause I didn't know no better

now I realise, yeah, I realise

Your eyes searched for Cindy and a couple of friends you knew were here just as you were singing the chorus. You noticed they were making some strange signs and pointing behind them, not understanding, you just furrowed your brows and finished your part of the song just for now Louis to start singing.

You didn't take your eyes off your friends, still trying to decipher what they wanted you to see or something that was bothering them. That's when you looked up a bit at the tables behind them and your eyes met with a curly-haired boy you instantly recognized.

Harry Holland.

You blinked several times to double check if it was him and not an illusion of your mind, but it was. He was wearing a black suit and next to him was Sam, who was wearing a white dress shirt and a brown jacket.

And then there was him.

Tom looked radiant as always. He was wearing an olive green suit with a gray shirt underneath and you looked away quickly when you saw that you two connected eyes for a second, as he had the same lost and in love look that he looked at you with a few years ago.

You felt a squeeze on your leg and quickly turned your gaze to see Louis, who asked you with his eyebrows and gaze if you were okay, to which you just nodded and swallowed dryly before moving your mouth back to the microphone.

it's been three years since I've seen your face

i'm trying to find some better words to say

before I let this moment slip away

'cause now I realise

Some had noticed that you had changed a part of the lyrics and others just kept smiling at the beautiful melody. You turned to look at Louis and just shrugged your shoulders with a small smile.

we were too young to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that I hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

The song ended and your friend took your hand to move a little closer to the edge of the stage and take a bow for the whole audience, receiving applause for all of them.

"Good luck, love," the Brit hugged you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, rubbing your shoulder one last time before taking the mic again. "Let's hear it for Y/N Y/L!"

The time progressed and you finished singing your songs as did Louis, thus ending the event and letting the guests leave the place freely.

"So we came here for nothing?" Harry asked before gluing his lips to the glass bottle, causing Tom to look away from you for a moment to look at his brother.

"Oh, shut up."

"He's got a point," Sam joined the conversation, setting the empty bottle down on the table. "I mean, you canceled today's work just to come see her and you're not going to talk to her. Really?"

Tom gave one last glance at his two brothers before returning his eyes to you, biting his bottom lip from nerves and the indecision he felt.

You looked as pretty as ever. You waved goodbye, hugged and made small talk with each departing guest, thanking them for attending.

"Alright, this is what is gonna happen," the older of the twins caught the attention of his two brothers again. He grabbed his satchel from the table and straightened his jacket. "You are gonna talk to her, and Harry and I are going to wait for you in the car." Sam winked at him before motioning to his twin to signal for them to leave the place.

"Don't be a movie star and talk to her." that was the last thing Harry said, patting Tom's shoulder and calling him by the nickname that so annoyed him.

The brown-haired man sat there for a moment with his eyes down, not knowing what to do. And to his bad luck, when he raised his eyes to look for you, you were gone.

Not knowing what to do, he quickly found Sebastian with Anthony and Chris, so he decided to send him a message.

Tom:

hey, mate.

Sebastian connected glances with Tom and grimaced that he didn't understand why he was texting him instead of approaching him. The Brit just pointed to his cell phone, implying to text him back.

Sebastian:

Tom:

c'mon

Sebastian:

I know what you're going to ask me

She's in her dresser

Don't be a dick, please, and if she doesn't want to talk to you, don't push her.

Tom:

I won't

thanks x

He didn't wait a second longer and got up from his place, heading quickly to the back stage area and crossing the long hallway to get to your dressing room.

He took a breath of air in front of the red door that had a small sign with your name on it. After a few seconds, he knocked four times.

"Come in!" you said, thinking it was Sebastian and when you heard the door open you spoke again. A cotton circle with makeup remover rubbing against your eye. "Are we leaving now, Seb? I thought that you wanted to talk to Anthony and Chris-" you spoke without paying much attention, until you turned your chair around and met brown eyes and not blue.

"Hey." Tom spoke timidly and raised his left hand to greet you. His lips formed a line.

"Tom, hey," you greeted him so as not to look rude. "What are you doing here?" you asked somewhat nervously, as you knew perfectly well why he was standing in front of you.

'"I just wanted to see you. Your show out there was amazing."

"Thank you." you thanked him with a forced smile and the room filled with silence for a moment.

"Do you think that we had everything back then, but we were too young?" your ex's question broke the silence. And it also broke the barrier of the past, letting all the memories come back.

"Tom, i-"

"Just say it." he said and knelt before you, taking your hands in his and connecting gazes.

His eyes were the same as always. The same ones full of love, and the same ones that shed tears the day you left London to start over in Boston.

"I do."

"And do you think that now we are old enough to make things right?" that question fell like a bucket of cold water, you didn't expect it at all and you didn't want to answer it.

You didn't want to because the answer was yes.

"I think so too," you closed your eyes and just let your feelings speak for you. "I think about it everyday. I think that if maybe if we had been mature enough back then, everything would have worked out correctly."

This was an intimate moment between the two of you, and you didn't need to be unclothed to see each other's nakedness. The two of you were baring your souls completely.

"But now we are old enough-"

"But it's not the same, Tom." a bittersweet smile formed on your face. You really wanted to try again, but you couldn't.

"It is the same, and i know it because," he paused and squeezed your right hand even tighter than before. "In the deep of my heart, i still know that you still drink ice coffee in the morning with exactly eight ice cubes. I still know that you always watch the same series because trying to watch new ones never works. I still know that after a concert you take two bottles of water for your throat and take a long nap for five or six hours. I still know that it bothers you that the sunlight comes through the window and hits you directly in the eyes, but still, your dream apartment has big windows."

"And I still know because over the years I never stopped loving you, and I am convinced that I never will." your heart twisted a little when you heard that he remembered every little detail of your life, and how true everything he had said about you was. Tom just remained silent, waiting for an answer from you.

"You know what?" you asked and a smirk formed on your face as you helped Tom up and you did the same. "My grandmother used to tell me the story of the red thread. The red thread binds two people together, and this can stretch, contract or tangle. But it's impossible for it to break."

"So, that means that you would try it again with me?" he asked with his voice full of illusion and put his hands on your waist, desperate to have contact with you.

"I will, yes. And better work this time, Holland." you teased him, running your hands around his neck so you could hug him properly.

"It will, i promise."

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livexdolan · 3 years

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what happens in part 5? do they start dating?

A/n: slow your roll bud...all good things come to those who wait 😌

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Previously (Pt. 4)

Back pressed into a cold counter and both of you pulling each other impossibly closer. Grayson bites your bottom lip slightly, then pulls back, looking you in the eyes.

Panting, you watch him with hungry eyes and grip the hair on the back of his neck a little harder, pulling him back down to meet your lips.

“Honeyy, I’m home!” Mando’s voice sings as a door starts to open and Grayson pulls away so quickly he bites your lip again, this time hard.

“Ouch!” You yelp, hand going up to your lip as Mando and a group of people walk in.

He raises his brow at the two of us, a knowing smirk starting to form. Grayson swallows nervously, “Y/n uh-“ Grayson runs his hand through his hair, “she ran into the doorway. Busted her lip open. I was going to help her with it.”

You give Grayson a look that says, ‘that’s the best excuse you could come up with?’ and Mando just hums, crossing his arms, “Mhm, sure.”

“No, seriously!” You say, trying to sound convincing, keeping your hand on your lip, wincing in fake pain, “You know me- always running into things.”

Grayson laughs and you join in, the two of you looking at Mando and praying he doesn’t press the issue, “Riight,” he drawls.

Before he can say anything else, Ethan and everyone from the backyard comes back in and start greeting the new people. That’s when you really start looking at the rest of the group.

It’s Mando, Dylan, and Chase. Followed by Leah, Kayla, and Aly. You try not to groan outwardly at the sight of Kayla. She’s been trying to get Grayson to make her his girlfriend since sophomore year of college and even though he turned her down at least three times she hasn’t gotten the message.

It doesn’t help that you know, for a fact, that Grayson’s fucked her twice. That’s what started this whole thing because he was known for never sleeping with the same girl twice. In his defense, he only slept with her again because he was so drunk he thought she was our other friend Becca. But Kayla doesn’t know that, or she does and ignores it, either way she annoys the shit out of you.

“Alright! Let’s get everyone into their rooms,” Ethan announces and everyone gathers back around the island, Grayson, Ethan, Kristina, and you all standing on one side. Ethan pulls out his phone and goes to a list in his notes.

“We already wrote out who was staying where but if you want to switch rooms, it’s no big deal,” Grayson adds and Ethan nods in agreement.

“There’s two master bedrooms and then four separate bedrooms with two bathrooms to share. Me and Kris are in one master and Gray and y/n are in the other, Mando you’re with Ryan-“ Ethans voice is cut off by a cough.

He looks up from his phone and we look at an awkward, blushing Mando, “I was- uh- I was actually hoping to share with- um- Mia,” he stutters out and Mia blushes too.

You smile at the two and Grayson chuckles, “Thats fine, Mando. The room chart isn’t set in stone,” Ethan smiles too and erases something on his phone, typing something else.

You eyebrows furrow as what he said finally hits you. Oh hell no, “Okay, now-“

“Where’d you say I was sleeping?” You cut Ethan off and he over with raised eyebrows and Grayson blushes.

“You’re sharing with me,” Grayson says and you scoff.

“No, I’m not.”

“C’mon, y/n, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ve shared before,” Grayson sighs.

“Can’t I just share with Ryan?” At the sound of his name, Ryan coughs on his drink.

“I’ll share with him,” Kayla has the nerve to squeak out, raising her hand like we’re in a fucking classroom or something. She glares at you, then cuts her eyes to eye fuck Grayson, “If y/n doesn’t want to.”

Grayson looks at you, eyes pleading, “please, y/n. Please,” he whispers and you roll your eyes.

Sighing, you shake your head, “Nevermind. I’m fine, actually. Sorry to interrupt.”

Kayla scoffs and had the audacity to look offended, “seriously?”

You raise your eyebrow at her, “seriously.”

Ethan coughs and starts again, “Alrighty then- Mando and Mia- first room on the right. Ryan and Chase, second room on the right. Dylan and Aly- you okay with sharing a room?” He looks at the two siblings and they nod, “Okay, first room on the left. Kayla and Leah you’re in the second room on the left. Go off and do whatever,” Ethan dismisses everyone.

“Where’s our room?” You ask as everyone starts to disperse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you,” Grayson says.

“Oh, ok,” you say dumbly.

Grayson heads back over towards the door and grabs our bags. He nods his head in the direction of the hallway everyone walked down and you follow him. Heading down the hallway in silence, you realize he’s walking past all the rooms. We turn at the end, coming to a staircase, “I thought all the rooms were on one floor?” You ask, very confused.

“No, the main master was originally on it’s own floor. It was my dad and ma’s but when dad got really sick and couldn’t walk upstairs-“ He pauses for a second, you place your hand on his arm gently, knowing it’s hard for him to talk about it, “They converted two of the other rooms downstairs into one master,” Grayson finishes as we get to the top.

There’s a small hallway, two doors, one on the left down further and a double door to our right, “What’s down there?”

“The study,” Grayson says bluntly, and you know not to ask more about the room.

Instead, he opens the large double doors, “Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth as you walk into the large room.

Large doesn’t even begin to describe it, though. The ceiling’s vaulted with a dark wood. A California king bed sits on one wall, then on the same wall as the double doors there’s a leather couch, it faces a stone fireplace with a flat-screen above it, a bookshelf on one side, meeting up with the wall-of-windows that is across from the bed.

“Go look at the bathroom and closet,” Grayson says, obviously amused by your reactions.

Walking to the second set of double doors, you gasp audibly when you see the bathroom. The bathroom’s dark grey and emerald green. The whole left wall is a counter, two sinks and a built-in vanity at the end. The glass shower’s to the right, taking up almost the whole wall, there’s two rainfall shower heads and six other shower heads spread out on the walls. At the end of the shower, there’s a small partition with the toilet, giving it some privacy but not messing with the airiness of the room. The best part of the bathroom though, is the large window looking out at the mountains, above an egg-shaped tub big enough for almost everyone downstairs. Off to the side, after the toilet, is a door. Opening the door, you’re confused as you come into another room. This one’s smaller, but still bigger than your bathroom at home. There’s a seat in the middle, a ceiling-to-floor three-way mirror, and a door that leads back into the bedroom.

Seeing two more doors you open one, seeing a regular-sized walk-in, with wood drawers and shelves. There’s a few clothes already in here. Opening the second door, you stop in your tracks, “Holy shit.”

The closet is in an L-shape, a mini-crystal chandelier hangs over the middle of the room between two small, square islands. The walls are head-to-toe cabinets, drawers, and racks. It’s all in a lighter wood than the rest of the bathroom and there’s mint green instead of emerald. The seat in the middle is even mint green. Damn, Lisa boojee as fuck. Walking back out, you see Grayson putting his stuff in the smaller closet.

“Nice, isn’t it?” He asks, not turning around to look at you.

“How did your parents afford this?” It’s the main question that’s been on your mind since learning they owned it. Everyone knows the twins are upper-middle class but this? This is upper-upper class standards.

Grayson glances over his shoulder at you, “When one of dad’s old friends found out E and I were going to school out here, he gave the house to my parents for like, a fourth of what it was worth,” he shrugs and turns to you.

“That was so awesome of him.”

“Are we just going to ignore what happened earlier?” The edge to his voice takes you by surprise, looking up at him you see his expression is guarded but you can see the fear of rejection in his eyes.

“I-uh,” you bite your lip nervously, looking down at the ground before glancing back up at him, “I don’t know,” you shrug.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You don’t know?”

“Do you want to ignore it?” You try to sound unaffected but you can hear the emotion in it.

Grayson’s facade cracks slightly at the sound of your voice and your nervous attitude. He doesn’t want to intimidate you, “Look-“ he runs a hand through his hair, “Let’s talk about this in the bedroom.”

You nod silently and follow him out of the closet and the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. He sits on the arm of the couch, facing you. Looking out the windows you still can’t believe you get to wake up to this view everyday for two weeks. It’s also a nice distraction from the 6’0 buff god staring at you.

“Are we going to talk about this like adults or are you going to run away again?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the tension in the room and you flinch at the slight infliction in his tone.

You take a deep breath, looking at him. Something in your gut tells you this is it. You are face-to-face with a fork in the road. Nothing is ever going to be the same and once you start down one road, you can never turn back. And as much as you want to ignore it and pretend everything’s fine- this talk is long-overdue.

You close your eyes for a moment, all your best memories together flashing through your mind, before taking you back to that party a few weeks ago. The memory is sobering and you open your eyes.

Staring into the green-and-brown abyss of Grayson’s eyes, you state, “Let’s talk,” in a voice calm enough to make the Dalai Lama think ‘dang, that’s a calm girl’.

A/n: okay okay i am so sorry for the long wait!! I hope you enjoy this part because it was so hard to figure out where I wanted it to go. There’s only going to be a few more parts but I am very very excited for what’s to come. Once again- thank you for the patience, love, and support I’ve gotten. It truly means the world! Also you know I had to leave y’all on a cliffhanger for now ;)

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I Don’t Wanna Think About What It’d Be Like Without You

Master List

Damian returned home after his second time being out on patrol since the incident. Surprisingly patrol was pretty tame, he just had to stop one attempted robbery and tie up some creeps who were following some women going home from work.

After getting out of his costume and showering he made his way to his and his wife’s bedroom, ready to cuddle with her and then get some much needed rest.

“Hey.” Marinette greeted once Damian entered their bedroom. She was sitting on their bed, laptop on her lap but her eyes weren’t on the screen. In fact her eyes were blank and it took her a second to actually register that Damian was home from patrol. However once she did she turned her head, gave him a warm smile and got up to hug him.

Damian on the other hand, immediately knew something was up with his wife. She was working on autopilot again so he needed to find out what she was thinking about as soon as possible.

“How was patrol?” Marinette asked, breaking the hug by taking a step back but still giving him a soft smile.

“Fine. How are you?” Damian questioned, his eyes were staring into Marinette’s as he was trying to figure out what was wrong.

“I’m fine, just deep in thought.” Marinette swiftly replied, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible.

Damian paused, usually when Marinette was thinking about something she would ramble about it for as long as possible. Her wanting to quickly change the subject was not only out of character but meant something must be terribly wrong.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked as he made his way into bed with her.

“Nothing important.” She replied, putting her focus on shutting her laptop off and putting it away.

“Are you sure it was nothing?” He asked as Marinette went to go turn off the light.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She answered as she climbed into bed next to him.

“You’re really sure?” He repeated.

“Yes, I’m very sure it was nothing.” Marinette responded, a tiny bit annoyed.

Damian didn’t even have to wait a full ten seconds before Marinette started talking.

“You remember a couple of months ago, when you had that really bad stab wound?”

“Yes.” Damian wished he could forget it. That the incident had never happened in the first place. He hated being so helpless and scaring his family so much.

“It’s just, my mind got hooked on that memory, that thought of you being so close to death and it spiraled from there and I started thinking, what if something like that were to happen again? What if one of these days I were to lose you? What if one of these days I did lose you? What if-”

Damian watched as his wife started rambling about this train of thought. Her eyes gained a far off look and at this rate she was going to send herself into a panic. So he did the only thing he could think of and kissed her.

Marinette was stopped by a random kiss on her forehead and she snapped out of her train of thought. Her eyes regained focus, she was pretty sure she felt tears, and she was staring straight into Damian’s green eyes.

“I jumped on a train of thought?” Marinette asked, eyes not looking away from Damian’s.

“Yes, you did.” He responded.

“Started rambling.” Marinette stated it as a fact.

Damian only nodded his head, pulling Marinette closer to him and Marinette laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she continued.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Scare me?”

“Yeah?” Marinette backed up a tiny bit so she could look Damian in the eyes again.

“I’m sorry I scared you so much. I didn’t realize that you would be thinking that could happen.”

“Well you know me,” Marinette smiled despite the tears that now fell from her eyes, “Always thinking of the worst case scenario.”

“Hey, nothing like that is going to happen to me again. You don’t have to worry.” Damian tried and failed to assure her.

“But if it happened once that means it can happen again! I-I just-” Marinette took a deep breath to help steady herself, “I don’t wanna think about what it’d be like without you.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne, I promise you that you will not have to worry about me leaving you anytime soon. In fact I’ll probably be around so often that you’ll be tired of me.”

“I could never be tired of you, I love you.” Marinette held his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“You think you’ll be saying that in ten years?” Damian challenged.

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.”

Damian placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head. Marinette immediately started cuddling into Damian, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head on his chest. Damian wrapped his arms around Marinette and both went to sleep with small smiles on their faces.

“Hey.” Marinette grabbed her husband’s attention away from their sleeping child and onto her.

“Yes?” Damian turned to face her but did not let go of their sleeping six year old.

“It’s been ten years and I still love you.” Marinette smiled at him.

“Why wouldn’t you still love dad?” A voice piped up from the entrance to their bedroom.

Marinette turned around to see their eight year old daughter walking into the room. She held up a finger to her lips and pointed to the six year old that was still sleeping in Damian’s lap.

“What are you still doing up Parker?” Marinette asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Parker swiftly replied. “Now what’s this about not loving dad in ten years?”

Marinette was about to answer but another voice from the doorway beat her to it.

“Wait, who doesn’t love dad?” The other eight year old asked.

“Cameron, what’s your excuse for being up?” Damian amusedly questioned.

“Parker isn’t quiet when she walks, or opens doors.” Cameron responded, making his way over to the bed, with Parker letting out an offended gasp.

“I’m quiet!” Parker protested.

“No you’re not.” Cameron disagreed.

“Yes I am!”

“No you’re not!”

“Both of you need to quiet down before you wake up Ryan.” Another voice said from the doorway. The final child of Marinette and Damian joined them in the parents bedroom. “I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“Spencer, your room is across the hall.” Parker stated.

“Yeah, and I’m surprised you didn’t wake up Ryan with all that noise.” She retorted, motioning to their still sleeping little brother.

“Is this just party in the parents room now?” Marinette asked her children. “Spencer, what's your excuse for being awake?”

“I don’t usually fall asleep till midnight, it’s only eleven.” Spencer answered, making her way onto her parents bed like her little siblings.

“That’s not a good sleeping habit for a ten year old to have.” Damian commented.

“Hey it’s fine, plus Uncle Jon and Aunt Chloe are always talking about how late you guys used to stay up when you were younger.”

“That’s when we were teenagers, not just recently turned ten years old.” Marinette piped up. “All of you should be asleep right now.”

“I’m not going to bed until you answer my question.” Parker crossed her arms and stared at them in defiance.

“I’m not going to bed until Parker goes to bed.” Cameron added.

“And I’m not going to bed until the twins do.” Spencer stated.

“Parker, what was your question?” Damian asked, thanking his youngest son for being able to sleep through all of that. He did not know if he would’ve been able to deal with a cranky six year old.

“Why did mom say she still loved you despite it being ten years?” Parker repeated.

Now both Spencer and Cameron were curious as to why that would even be a question. Of course mom would love dad.

“Well ten years ago your father and I were having a conversation. Your father told me that in ten years I wouldn’t love him because I would be so tired of him. I told him of course I would still love him, and that's exactly what I told him ten minutes ago. Which someone who should be asleep overheard.” Marinette gave a pointed look at Parker who was smiling sheepishly.

“Now that we answered your question you have to get to bed Parker. All of you do.” Damian reminded.

“Aw do we have to?” Parker whined.

“Yes, you have to. All of you need to sleep, you’re lucky you don’t have school tomorrow or else you would be in real trouble for being up this late.” Marinette said sternly.

“But you guys can be up?” Spencer raised an eyebrow. Marinette will forever blame Damian for teaching her to do that.

“We spent most of the time we were awake trying to comfort your little brother and get him back to sleep. He had a nightmare and as you can see will not let go of your father.”

“I think that’s a completely justified reason to be up. Now come on Parker, we're going back to sleep.” Cameron grabbed his twin sister’s arm and started dragging her back to their room.

“Fine.” Like always, Parker put up no fight against Cameron, he would forever be her greatest weakness as she once put it.

Once the twins were in their room Spencer started heading to her room. “Night mom, night dad! See you in the morning.” And she was gone.

“Our children.” Marinette sighed softly as she leaned into Damian’s side, careful not to do anything that would wake their son.

“That we love very much.” Damian added as he placed a soft kiss on his sleeping son’s forehead.

“Wouldn’t have them any other way.” Marinette smiled as she watched her son smile in his sleep.

“Think he can go sleep in his room, or do you want him to sleep with us?” Damian asked his wife.

“He can sleep with us, just in case he has another nightmare.” Marinette replied.

“You just want him to cuddle with you.” Damian stated.

“That too.” Marinette didn’t even bother denying it. She wanted to enjoy all the cuddles she could get from her children before they grew “too old” for cuddles.

A stirring from their child caused their attention to shift and Marinette immediately went to check that he wasn’t waking up from another nightmare.

“Daddy?” Ryan quietly asked.

“Yes Ryan?” Damian immediately answered.

“You're not leaving right?” Ryan whispered.

“No, never.”

“But in my nightmare-”

“Hey, that’s what it was, a nightmare. I will never leave you.”

Ryan stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking over what to say next. For a six year old he was pretty careful with his words. Probably because he saw how many misunderstandings there were in the family when it came to communication and wanted to avoid that.

Finally he settled on the words, “I don’t wanna think about what it’d be like without you.”

Damian continued trying to comfort and reassure Ryan while Marinette was going through her memories trying to figure out where she heard that before.

She soon tuned back into the conversation and helped Damian comfort Ryan. Assuring Ryan that Damian was too stubborn to leave them anytime soon.

After another hour Ryan finally went to sleep. He laid between Marinette and Damian as they both tried to fall asleep as well. Right on the brink of falling asleep Marinette remembered.

“Oh that’s why it sounded so familiar.” She whispered aloud.

“Why what sounded so familiar?” Damian tiredly asked.

“I’m pretty sure Ryan quoted me without knowing it.” Marinette answered.

“Oh okay.” Damian responded before he went back to sleep.

Marinette shook her head at him before planting a kiss on both her husband’s and youngest son’s head. Then she herself finally fell asleep.

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Hey there! This is my fic for the Bracket Fic War. I got knocked out in round 1 so now I can share this fic on my own accounts! Hope you all enjoyed!

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