#yeah when he started going crazy i slept with a knife under my pillow for a few years

[lilgynt]

just processed how weird it is that my mom and i were straight up talking about how she could kill my dad like hm.

#personal #not even jokingly she was like #yeah when he started going crazy i slept with a knife under my pillow for a few years #figured i’d get a shot in but now idk lol #and i was like always go for the eyes with ur thumbs and other shit #and i’m just sitting here like ah 🧍‍♂️ seriously talking about ur parent murdering ur other parent in self defense is weird #she was venting as soon as i got into the car which like #sucks but whatever glad she’s talking to someone #but we got to this part and then she bragged like #oh a man has never laid a hand on me ur dad tries it i’m kicking him #out #and. i have NO idea why #but that triggered me #it was like damn no man has ever laid a hand on you? cant fucking relate :/ #anyway ❤️❤️❤️

[timelesslords]

have my back, yeah, every day

Annabeth realizes that Percy started sleeping on his back, and she’s determined to know why.

or, a one shot based on this post 

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Annabeth had spent a surprising amount of her life watching Percy Jackson sleep. 

Not in a weird way. It wasn’t like she’d been sneaking into his cabin at night— at least, she hadn’t been before they started dating a month ago. It was just that the life of a demigod was inherently transient, and they’d spent a lot of time questing with each other, and questing meant sleeping in shifts. 

And sure, one could argue that the purpose of shift-sleeping was to watch out for threats, not watch your questing companions sleep. But in the absence of imposing threats it wasn’t like there was a lot else to do besides watch your friends sleep. And maybe Annabeth had focused on watching one friend in particular, so much so that she had picked up on a lot of his sleeping habits.

In the past month since they'd started dating, she'd only honed those observations to their minutiae: she could tell from the twitch of his fingers whether the dream he was having was good or bad. She could tell from his breathing whether he was in a deep sleep or a shallow one. She knew he ran hot and only slept with a sheet, if anything at all. 

So that was why Annabeth found it odd that Percy had suddenly shifted from being an adamant side-and-stomach sleeper to always, always, sleeping on his back.

Admittedly, she’d probably spent more time in the past two weeks watching Percy sleep than she had every other time combined, so her sample size had grown, which could somewhat account for the shift from stomach to back. Except that it wasn’t an occasional switch, something she could have caught onto earlier. It was every single time.

Every random nap (which he took a lot of, these days). Every time she snuck into his cabin at night and he fell asleep before her. Everytime she fell asleep first and woke up before him. Even right now, both of them on his bunk together, his head in her lap-- despite the fact that there was a perfectly good pillow not two feet away. On his back. Always.

Annabeth really wasn’t supposed to be here at all, but Percy spent a lot of time asleep lately, and she didn’t mind bending the rules to spend more time with him. Summer was starting to wind down, and that meant her time with him was starting to dwindle as well. She wanted to spend every possible minute they could together, even if it meant all she was doing was watching him sleep. And okay, maybe they’d spent some time making out before Percy’s nap, but still. He wasn’t asleep yet, but he was getting close. 

He looked so peaceful and relaxed Annabeth almost just kept her mouth shut altogether. But they’d both be going home in a few days, and she knew this was going to drive her crazy until she sucked it up and asked him about it.

"You never used to sleep on your back," Annabeth said, finally unable to take it anymore. 

Percy’s eyes fluttered open sleepily. Annabeth immediately felt a little guilty for depriving him of his nap, but he didn’t seem upset, just confused. 

“Huh?” he yawned. 

“You always used to sleep on your side. Or your stomach. And now you never do,” Annabeth said. She watched as recognition flitted across his features, but he still hesitated before answering. 

"Oh, yeah,” he said, unhelpfully. But Annabeth could tell that her instincts were right, and this was something going on, not just her being a crazy person who spent way too much time memorizing her boyfriend’s sleeping habits. 

Maybe she should leave it alone. He clearly didn’t seem all that excited to talk about it. But she’d already brought it up, and it was clearly bothering him, and well-- Annabeth was curious. 

“Why?” she asked. 

This time he glanced away, his eyes finding the ceiling instead of meeting her gaze. 

I guess after… everything, it just sort of felt exposed," he said, slowly. 

It took Annabeth a second to realize what he meant by "everything." There was the obvious answer, the one that went along with “exposed,” the one that frankly, she was already kicking herself for not guessing from the start. His Achilles spot was on his back, so no fucking wonder he didn’t want to sleep back to the world anymore. 

Annabeth could tell by the tone of his voice that it was more than that, just slightly. But she couldn’t even begin to parse out what that meant without acknowledging the obvious.

“Oh. Gods, I’m dumb,” she groaned, covering her face with one hand. 

He laughed, his shoulders shaking against her legs just slightly.

“You’re not dumb,” he said. His voice was affectionate, but she could tell his nerves about the whole thing hadn’t completely melted away. His finger had started tapping against the bedspread beside him, a nervous, unconscious gesture.  

“Yeah, but I should have…” 

Annabeth trailed off. She should have known. It was obvious. She was the only one who could have possibly known, because she was the only one who knew where his spot was, the only one he’d ever trusted with that information. And she hadn’t realized.

“What? Known?” Percy finished for her, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, shouldn’t I have?” Annabeth asked, peering down at him through her fingers. 

Percy reached up, tugging on the hand that was still covering her face, pulling it away, down above his head, wrapped in his own. 

“Annabeth, I didn’t even know that you’d noticed I’d switched. It’s not a big deal.”

It had been so easy to forget about it all, the past month. Things had been normal, happy, better than normal, because now they were dating and the war was over and nobody was on the verge of predetermined death. And Annabeth had spent a month wondering why he’d stopped sleeping on his stomach and it hadn’t, not once, occurred to her why, even with the answer staring at her right in the face. She just hadn’t wanted to look. 

If she was honest, the curse scared her. Sure, it provided protection in a more general sense. He was never going to get a cut or a scrape or a burn from the lava wall. But it made everything so tenuous-- all of him was tethered to life through one tiny spot on his back. It could all fall away so easily, and Annabeth had been pushing that thought out of her mind for the entire past month. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

Annabeth glanced back down at Percy, jolted back to reality by his voice. He was frowning, little worried lines etched between his brows. 

“The curse isn’t the only reason,” Annabeth said, ignoring his question, “I mean it is, but-- there’s more.”  

He grimaced a little, but didn’t drop his eyes this time. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, trying to cover up his frown with a smile, squeezing her hand. 

But then his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly to her shoulder—where, under the fabric of her t-shirt, there was still a thick white scar from a poisoned knife that wasn't meant for her at all— and Annabeth suddenly understood everything. 

Percy could say what he wanted about the strategic placement of his Achilles heel; that it was small and hard to hit with armor on and all those other things. But Annabeth knew why he’d put it on his back maybe even better than he did. It was the same reason he’d always slept on his stomach, at least until now. Because even after everything he’d been through, all the fights he’d survived and all the betrayals he’d suffered, he was still a little too damn trusting. 

He’d put his weak spot on his back because there was some part of him, however small, that still believed people were good and decent and would face you head on, the same way he would. That they wouldn’t attack you when your back was turned, because even if it would give him the advantage, Percy would never win a fight that way. He’d banked on his own instinct, because that goodness was so built into his worldview he probably hadn’t even realized he’d done it.  

Obviously that hadn’t quite worked out, and Annabeth had almost died taking the knife that was literally and figuratively meant to stab him in the back. And Annabeth knew that that was what he meant by “everything,” not just the curse itself. 

Percy was still looking up at her, patiently waiting for her to be finished thinking, completely oblivious to her realizations. Annabeth bit her lip. She couldn’t tell him all that. For one, it was the opposite of “not worrying,” and for another she didn’t want him to worry about her. 

And she didn’t want him to be scared anymore. She wanted him to bear his back to the world as freely as he had before, because the thought of losing that part of him was painful in a way she didn’t even know how to describe. 

“Get up,” she said, nudging his head with her knee. 

“Why? Ow—” Another nudge and Percy was sitting up next to her, rubbing his temple. As soon as he was up, Annabeth laid down, pressing her back to the wall of the cabin. 

“What are you doing?” Percy asked, his expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Fixing it,” Annabeth said, patting the bed next to her, “Lie down.” 

Percy gave her a weird look, but followed her instructions, tentatively lowering himself onto the mattress next to her, back down. 

“On your side, dummy,” Annabeth said, poking him in the ribs for emphasis. 

Percy frowned, suddenly realizing what she was trying to do.

“But your—”

Annabeth didn’t even need him to finish his sentence to know that he was protesting the fact that her back would be uncovered this way, nevermind the fact(s) that a) the chances of them being attacked at camp in his cabin were slim to none and b) Annabeth was not the one with her lifeline attached to one very specific exposed spot on her body. 

“Wall,” Annabeth reminded him, kicking the cabin wall behind her with one foot, just to remind him that it was there. 

Percy sighed, but was either out of protests or too tired to use them. He rolled over tentatively, his back pressed against her front. Annabeth curled into him, wrapping her arm around his chest, tucking her chin into the crook of his neck.

She could feel him relax under her, something tense in his limbs melting away, his breath slowing and evening out. 

“Better?” she asked, quietly, suddenly a little self-conscious. 

“Better,” he agreed, finding her hand and squeezing it again, “Thank you.” 

Annabeth smiled into his neck, lacing her fingers more securely through his. 

“You’re welcome,” she said, snuggling a little closer to him. 

They spent a quiet few minutes like that before either of them spoke again. Annabeth would almost think Percy had fallen asleep, except that he was rubbing little circles into her palm with his thumb. 

“I could get used to this,” he admitted. 

Annabeth’s chest felt warm, and she didn’t think it was from Percy’s body heat. He was trying to sound casual, but Annabeth could tell he meant it. 

“Yeah?” she asked, softly. 

She could hear the smile in his reply, even if she couldn’t see it. 

“Yeah. If you don’t mind.” 

It was Annabeth’s turn to smile, then. 

“I’m always gonna have your back, Seaweed Brain. You’re going to have to get used to it.” 

#don't mind me just spreading my Annabeth Is The Big Spoon propaganda #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth oneshot #percabeth angst #percabeth fluff #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson fanfic #annabeth chase #percy x annabeth #pjo #pjo fic #pjo fanfic

[blackmissfrizzle]

Stay Away

Characters: Sam WInchester x black!reader

Summary: The reader constantly pushes Sam away.

Warnings: Angst with a fluffy ending

A/N: For all the black girls that love Supernatural but don’t feel seen in the show or the fandom

Something heavy was holding you under. Trying your best, you rolled over trying to break out, but you couldn’t. For a couple of minutes, you tried some more eventually breaking out only to go back under the covers to hide your naked body from whoever was unlocking the door.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!”

Groaning Sam rolled over to protect you from Dean’s prying eye. “Dude, privacy!” Sam threw a pillow at his brother.

“I gave you enough privacy when I slept in the back of Baby.”

Dean set his coffee cup down and came to your side of the bed, dangling a cup over you. “For you, sweetheart,” he winked.

“Thank you.” Your eyes couldn’t quite meet his because you knew he knew you were naked under there.

Sam cleared his throat when Dean lingered too long.

“Oh right, I’m just gonna,” Dean scratched his head and looked around the room. “I’m gonna go outside and get some fresh air.”

Both you and Sam gave his brother tight smiles.

“Thanks Dean!” Sam yelled out as the door closed.

Dean? As in Sam and Dean Winchester? Oh no, this couldn’t be happening. As soon as Sam gave you some wiggle room, you scrambled to get up and put your clothes on.

Sam sneaked behind you laid his chin on your shoulder and kissed your neck. “You’re off in a rush.

Turning in his arms, you had to lean back and get a good look at him. God, he was beautiful. Too bad this would be your last time seeing him.

“Your brother seems ready to go. It’s best I get going.”  

Sam pressed his lips to yours, trying to memorize everything about them. When he finished he pressed his forehead against yours he told you, “I promise to call you next time I’m in town.”

Picking up your bag and heading out the door, you saluted him. “See ya, Sammy.”

He waved goodbye and didn’t even bother to correct you. Suddenly, he didn’t mind being called that.

—

It hurt like hell to leave him like that, but it was for the best. You and Sam Winchester could not be a thing.

However, you should’ve known fate was a cruel bitch. While you were working a case, the Winchesters showed up. You could see the surprise on his face when him and Dean came into the morgue.

When the coroner left, it was anything but awkward.

“You’re a hunter?” Sam asked, forgetting about the dead body on the slab.

“Can we focus on work?” When he looked like he wasn’t gonna give up, you tried a softer tone. “Please?”

Sam gave up for now and focused on the body.

“Okay, awkward.” Dean sung, turning the victim’s head to see a nasty bite.

It was clear it was a vampire bite. Just your freakin’ luck. You on a vampire hunt with Sam Winchester. Fate really hated you.

Leaving the morgue, you made a beeline to your car with Sam close behind.

“We could work together on this, you know?”

Shrugging your fed jacket, you gave Sam an once over and had to resist those beautiful hazel eyes. “I don’t work with other hunters. Especially ones I’ve slept with.”

“I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you, please Y/N.”

“You’re Sam Winchester, that’s what you did. Everything, everyone you touch ends up dead. I don’t wanna be apart of that body count.” It hurt to say those words, but you had to push him away. No good could come from you and Sam being together.

Despite all your efforts you couldn’t avoid either Winchester. They showed up at the same time as you to kill the nest.

After the bodies were burned you tried to run to your car quickly, but damn Sam and his Daddy long legs.

“What Sam?” Cold and callous was the way to go. You couldn’t risk him trying to get close.

He blocked your path to your car door, giving you no choice but to talk to him. “It’s Sammy.”

“I thought you didn’t like Sammy?”

“When it comes from you, I do.”

You had to fight the smile that was forming on your lips. “Sammy, I have vampire guts all over me and all I really want to do is take a shower. What do you want?”

Sam struggled to find the right words. How does he say to the woman he met for one night only that he has strong feelings for her? When words failed him, he took the next course of best action. Kissing you.

His kiss took you by surprise, but in no time, you caught up. Sam backed you up onto the hood of your car and you wrapped your legs around him, your hands running through his brown locks.

“Sammm,” you whimpered his name when you pulled away.

He refused to let you get away, Sam held you close as possible. “I know you feel this. This connection we have. Why fight it?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Y/N?”

“Because you killed my dad!”

Sam stumbled back as if you gave him your right hook. “What? Who?”

“My name is Y/N Walker.”

Walker? Sam hasn’t heard that name in years. “Your dad is Gordon Walker?” The same Gordon Walker that tried to kill him multiple times.

“Yes and you killed him.”

Still stunned Sam didn’t have time to react to you getting into your car driving away. Once Dean snapped him out of it, Sam was sure he never see you again.

—

Demons had sucky intel. Somehow, they heard you were Sam Winchester’s girlfriend and now they were using you as bait.

“I already told your fugly ass that me and Sam Winchester are not a couple!”

The demon bent down to where you were tied up to a post. He slid a knife across your chest with just enough pressure to cause some bleeding to start. “Doesn’t matter either way. Old Sammy boy will come running to save you.”

There was a loud crash behind the door followed by some gunshots. The demon flicked his eyes to black and stabbed you in the thigh. “Looks like the fun just starting!”

Soon, Sam and Dean burst through the door fighting off more demons. It was a bit of a struggle, but they killed every last demon.

Sam ran to you, but you could barely make out his face while going in and out of consciousness. The last thing you remembered was Sam repeating your name, carrying you to the car.

—

You woke up in a unfamiliar place and miraculously healed. No cuts, no bruises, no stab wounds.

The door opened to reveal Sam with a bottle of water. “You’re up? That’s good.” He handed you the drink and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Where am I?”

“Our ho- I mean my home.” Sam corrected himself when he saw your glare.

“Thank you for saving my life. Your angel friend, he heal me?”

“Cas, yeah and don’t mention it. You were right anyone who gets close to me gets hurt.”

“Sam,” you sighed, reaching out to hold his hand. “I just said that to get you to stay away. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“My dad.”

Sam hung his head and rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. “Of course. Um, you can stay as long as you like. Dean’s making burgers and they’re really good.”

He made his way out the door, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. “It’s not what you think.”

“Right,” he replied sarcastically. “I get it, Y/N, you don’t wanna be with the guy that killed your dad.”

“No! I just doubt you want to be with the girl whose dad tried to kill you multiple times.”

“What?” Sam returned to the bed, sitting a little bit closer to you.

You closed the space between you and Sam, your knees knocking into each other. “Listen, my dad was a dick. He raised me to be the perfect little soldier and when I didn’t help him on his crusade to kill you, he practically disowned me. So honestly, I don’t care that you killed him. I’m just sorry that I didn’t try to stop him.”

He kills your dad, albeit your dad was crazy, but he was still your dad and you were worried about how he would feel about you. Amazing, Sam thought.

Effortlessly, Sam pulled you into his lap and stroked up and down your spine. A moan escaped your mouth and you rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Sam turned his head to kiss your cheek. “I kill your dad and you’re telling me you’re sorry? “

“I don’t want you to hate me. That’s why I pushed you away,” you muttered, your voice matching your soft eyes.

Sam pushes one of your errant curls behind your ear, following it with a kiss to your nose. “I could never hate you. Question is: do you hate me?”

“No.” The word was out in an instant and you meant it 100%. Actually, hate was a strong opposite for what you were feeling for Sam.

Before you knew you were flat on your back with Sam attacking your lips. Your hands shot up to his hair so you can run your fingers through them.

You were in the process in getting Sam’s shirt off when there was a loud bang on the door.

“I did not make all this food for it to only get cold. You two can hump like bunnies after you eat!” Dean yelled from the other side of the door.

“Ugh, do we have to?” You whispered already fixing Sam’s clothes.

Sam chuckled and kissed you before getting up. “Yeah or he’ll keep banging on the door. You’ll have to get use to Dean and his childish ways.”

Wrapping your arms around Sam, you rested your chin on his chest. “Does that mean you want me to stay?”

Sam’s face lit up. He picked you up and pushed you against the door. “Yes.”

His lips were descending to yours but were stopped by another knock. “Cut it out you two or I’ll be a cockblocking bastard for weeks.”

“You already are one!” You yelled back.

Dean stumbled over his words trying to come up with a witty comeback.

You snickered at his struggle. “See I’m already getting used to it,” you told Sam.

Sam let you down and joined you in laughter. “I think Dean’s met his match.” He stretched out his hand for you to take. “C’mon the faster we eat, the faster we can finish what we started.”

You smiled, allowing Sam to lead you into the kitchen and undoubtedly an amazing future.

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[amyscascadingtabs]

just know that i’m already home

Amy and Jake bring their son home for the first time.

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It doesn't feel real to Amy until they're home.

   At that point, she’s nearing forty-eight hours of having a baby. Nearly two days now, she’s been a mom to someone who now exists outside of her body, but it still doesn't feel real until she walks over the doorstep of their apartment.

    The days at the hospital were a beautiful, exhausted blur, made up of trying to recover from an intense and painful event and learn her son’s signals while also seeing visitors and remembering to do other, suddenly deprioritized, things like eating and showering. Amy's certain she’ll never forget the nervosity and magic of those hours and hours spent curled up in her hospital bed just staring at their son, but at the same time, they seemed like something happening inside of a dream. Although she knows for a fact that Mac is very much theirs, that he lived inside and came out of her - she's reminded of that every time she stands up - she can’t shake the feeling that they're just borrowing him, and the hospital will make them give him back any second. When the doctor confirms that yes, everything looks perfectly on track for them to go home with their son today, Amy doesn't understand how they can just let them walk out of there.

  Still, they do. No one even stops them on the way to their car to say they don't know what they're doing, and together, Jake and Amy make it through the most nerve-wracking car ride of their lives. Not that it’s especially dramatic, or because traffic is any crazier than usual, but because in the backseat next to Amy, sleeping in the safest baby car seat all of New York had to offer, is their son. He's dressed in his fuzzy white jumpsuit with ears and he keeps pulling up his fists to cover his face even as Amy tries to adjust them, and he’s the most precious cargo either of them has ever been in charge of transporting.

They're silent for most of the car ride, stunned with shock and disbelief that this is at all happening, but at every red light, Jake glances back to exchange a smile with her, and each time, it brings the happy tears a little closer.

  They take the car seat first, anxious to get their baby home and not force him to be stuck in there any longer than he has to. Mac starts squirming in discomfort the second the vehicle stops moving, and by the time they've reached their door, he's close to crying. It physically pains Amy to hear - she gets that it’s related to the overflowing hormones, but she still wonders how the tiniest of cries can feel like a knife being twisted in her heart - and it's with some sort of supernatural speed that she kneels down the moment they're inside, unbuckling her baby from the seat and holding him close, close.

“It’s okay,” she tells him, rocking slowly back and forth when the whimpers don't immediately cease. “You’re home, baby. We’re home.”

   That's when it finally, truly, hits her.

   They are home. The three of them, a family, and from this day on, they are going to live here together. They will sleep in the same room tonight, Mac hopefully in his crib at arm’s length away from her, and tomorrow, they will wake up together. They will have breakfast, probably take-away from the nearest bakery to celebrate, and maybe eat it in bed if they're tired. Jake will go buy it while Amy feeds their son, maybe listening to NPR in the background like she loves to do on lazy mornings. They will spend their day together, packing up their things and eating ready meals from the freezer, forgetting every priority except sitting on the couch and being mesmerised by their son’s every move. Maybe Jake will put on Die Hard and insist his son needs to get familiar with his namesake from a young age, maybe they won't be able to fend off another visit from Charles and they’ll spend an hour listening to more arguments for why his nickname should be Uncle Chi-Chi, and maybe they'll fall asleep on the couch all together in the afternoon when Mac naps. In the evening, they're going to go to sleep in their bedroom all together, and the day after that, they'll get to do it all over again.

   This is their home. This is where they will start their life together.

They’re a family, and now they’re home.

   Mac still doesn't seem too happy, though. Amy unzips her jacket, trying to hold him as close to her skin as she can and rock him to calm him down, but it's clear from the flailing fists and repeated cries that something is still bothering him.

“Do you think maybe he just wants to eat?” Jake asks her, and when she looks at him a little surprised, he shrugs and says, “All the books I read said to try that first when they’re upset.”

“He fed for forever before we left, though,” Amy mumbles, feeling the tears burn behind her eyelids just from listening to Mac’s clear unhappiness. “It just seems too soon. But I guess we could try.”

   She makes herself comfortable in the living room armchair, and Jake gets her the nursing pillow from the bedroom as she tries to manoeuvre the situation, still not totally used to the motions of handling a crying baby and unclasping the hook of her nursing bra at the same time. She's still skeptical, thinking that it feels way too short from when he last ate, but it only takes a minute of slight confusion for Mac before he latches on decisively and the fussy crying is replaced by the sweet sound of a slow, content, suckling.

   “You were right,” Amy whispers to Jake as he hands her a glass of water. “He was just hungry.”

“Of course I was,” he blushes. “Or, I mean. I took a chance. I guess it was mostly a lucky guess. But, I was right, so, y’know - bragging rights.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”

“Nope, I don’t remember what sleep feels like. How are you still sitting up?”

“Hormones,” she mumbles. “God, I’m so tired. I must look like a mess.”

“You look badass,” Jake insists so quickly Amy wonders if it’s instinctive. She’s currently wearing maternity sweatpants and a stolen hoodie from her husband, she has one boob out trying to feed a baby and she knows from looking into the mirror this morning at the hospital that her nights of minimal sleep are showing. She’s certainly felt less badass, and yet Jake is looking at her with the same amount of love in his eyes as he had the night she agreed to name their son McClane. “You are badass.”

“I am?”

“I don’t know anyone else in this room who could give birth to a baby, without any drugs or medication, in a police precinct during a city-wide blackout. So, yeah. But it didn’t surprise me,” he grins. “You’re just that awesome.”

“The craziest birth story.” Amy smiles, putting down the glass of water so she can use her free hand to stroke the back of Mac’s head. “I guess it makes sense. I mean, if you think about our history as a couple. We had our first kiss undercover, we broke all the rules and slept together on our first date, and we gave a man a fatal heart attack from making out at work only in our first day as a couple. You proposed to me during a Halloween Heist. There was a bomb threat at our wedding and we ended up getting married outside the precinct. Mac just wanted to catch up.”

“For sure.” Jake laughs, reaching over to wiggle his son’s feet the way he’s done about a hundred times in the last few days. “I get it, buddy. You wanted to have a crazy-ass story, too. You know, we would still have taken you in even if you were born at a hospital under normal circumstances, but I get it.”

Amy giggles. “He just wanted to start in time. It’s okay. It makes for a fun story,” she yawns. “But the next time better be a hospital birth.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until she notices Jake freezing, staring at her in disbelief. “You’re thinking about the next one?”

“No! Maybe?” She grimaces. “Yes? A little. I’m just saying - some time in the future -”

“You’re insane, you know that?”

“I’m too tired to know what I’m saying!”

“We’ll see how we do with the first one,” Jake says, shaking his head. “And then we’ll decide. Either way, we are not talking about it tonight, that's for sure.”

“That’s fair,” Amy says, booping Mac’s nose. “Let’s start with focusing on our first perfect baby.”

“That I could do forever. Have you noticed how cute his cheeks are?”

“Every time I’ve looked at him in the past two days, and then again every time you or someone else have mentioned them, and then again every time I’ve taken a picture of him, and another time when I’ve looked at the picture.”

“They’re so good. I keep thinking I’ve settled on the cutest thing about him, but I keep changing my mind, because every single thing about him is just so perfect.”

“Yeah.” Amy strokes her index finger over Mac’s soft cheeks as he starts to pull away from her breast, stretching his hands out the way she’s noticed he will do whenever he’s full. “I think he’s done. How do you feel about being burped in the face by a two-day-old human?”

“Oh, it would be the greatest honor of my life, thank you.”

  Amy passes their son over to Jake, clasping the hooks of her bra back together and folding down her shirt while Jake holds their son in an already well-practiced grip, patting his back to help him get rid of the air he’s swallowed. She finishes the last sips of her water as she watches Jake snuggle his nose into Mac’s neck, breathing in the oh-so-addictive baby scent. Then it seems like he can't get enough, because he holds Mac so they're face-to-face while he presses kisses all over his son's face. Mac opens his mouth in what looks to be a yawn, and then, true to the words that were intended to be just a joke, he burps his dad in the face.

“Charming,” Jake mutters while Amy keeps laughing at his shocked expression.

“Well, I did warn you, babe.”

   Mac still doesn't seem content afterwards, though. He’s fussy, cranky, and not even being bounced in his father's arms seems to relax him as he makes tiny, jerking moments before letting out yet another upset cry. They try to see if he's still hungry, if he didn't actually eat until fullness, but that just makes him pull away his head and get even angrier. His little mouth twists in discontentment, making the saddest little upside-down U, and he manages to shatter Amy's heart with just one devastated look.

   Then she gets an idea, or maybe it’s instinct, but it feels more like a lucky guess. She adjusts Mac so that he’s laying upright on her chest, his nose against her neck and his heart beating against hers, and after one final shaking cry, it looks like Mac draws a breath of relief. Amy's hand strokes gently over his back, unbuttoning the top buttons of his little jumpsuit with green dots to maximize the skin-to-skin contact, and feels her son relax against her. The tension in their seems to melt away at the same time, and Amy feels like she could cry again from how natural, how fragile yet unbreakable, and how special it feels.

   Her son just wants to be close to her. Her heartbeat, her simple presence, is calming to him. This child knows he is safe with her, and his sudden calm in contrast to the earlier panic is the most beautiful love-letter Amy has ever received. She feels his exhales against the skin of her neck, warm and smelling like sweet milk, and for the one-thousandth time in the last two days, she falls in love.

She is Mac’s safe place, and when he lays on her chest, he is home.

“Is it nice to be home?” Jake asks her as she carefully moves to the couch with Mac, letting her husband throw her favorite soft blanket over the three of them before he rests his head on her free shoulder.

“Are you asking me or Mac?”

“Can it be both of you?”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “I think we're both enjoying it.”

Mac grunts like he’s trying to get involved in the conversation, and they both laugh.

“He definitely is,” says Jake, kissing the top of Mac’s head. “Welcome home, Mac. And you too, Ames.”

“Welcome home, Jake,” she whispers, watching him light up in an exhausted, but nevertheless incomparably bright, smile. “It's really, really good to be home.”

   Five minutes later, Jake falls asleep on her shoulder, holding his son's fist in one of his hands and drooling slightly with his mouth open. Amy sighs to herself, instantly realizing that she’ll have to wake him soon unless she wants to be stuck in this impractical position forever, but then she looks at the sight of her husband and son and feels her annoyance melt away.

   Her two favorite people in the world, sleeping on her because she's their ultimate safe place and home, and they're hers. She's home with them, and they're home with her, and they're all home in the apartment where they will begin their life together. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and then for many more days to come.

   Together, they're finally home.

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the world ends with you | choi yeonjun (8)

How can someone fall in love at the most incovenient time?

➴ Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader ➴ Rating: R-13 ➴ Word Count: 1.6k ➴ Genre: Multiverse!AU, Fluff, Angst, My usual taehyun is the smartest out of everybody trope ➴ Warnings for this chapter: implied smut, murder

Dripping wet, the girl launched into a monologue—telling

A freshly-bathed Y/N sat in the couch, hands cradling a cup of coffee.

Yeonjun’s too-big sweater hung around her small frame as she waited.

Soobin was in the kitchen, making Yeonjun his own cup of coffee.

“He sucks at making his own coffee,” he said—but she knew that Soobin was preparing Yeonjun for whatever she was going to tell him.

Y/N sighed softly as Yeonjun emerged from his room—wearing fresh clothes and newly bathed.

He smiled softly at Y/N as he sat next to her, offering his arms for a cuddle.

Immediately, the girl set down her coffee cup and let her head rest on his chest.

Her arms snaked around his waist as she buried her face on his chest—his hands immediately laying on her back and a kiss being delicately placed on her head.

Soobin frowned at the couple, hesitating as he placed Yeonjun’s cup on the table.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Soobin asked softly.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, looking up at the tall boy. “I’m okay, I’m with him,”

Yeonjun cracked a small smile as he placed a kiss on her temple.

“Binnie,” Yeonjun started, glancing up at the boy. “Can you leave us for a bit?”

“I should go to sleep anyways,” Soobin softly sighed. “You guys good?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Goodnight, then,” Soobin said with a nod.

After a beat of silence and hesitation, he trudged back to his room.

After the soft clicking of the closing door, Y/N buried her face in Yeonjun’s chest once more.

“Y/N, baby,” Yeonjun softly mumbled, hand cupping her face.

He raised her head and locked his gaze with hers.

His concerned eyes made the girl more scared and worried for the boy she loved so much.

“What’s wrong?” Yeonjun asked.

Y/N whimpered as she leaned up, placing a desperate kiss on his lips.

Yeonjun’s arm tightened it’s grip on her body as he let his lips glide smoothly on hers, his free hand caressing her cheek.

Y/N pulled away, softly biting her lips as she gazed into Yeonjun’s eyes.

“I know this sounds crazy, Junie,” Y/N said with a gulp. “Junie, I’ve been dreaming about you and I’m so scared,”

Yeonjun froze in his spot, wide eyes unblinking.

“Wh-what do you mean ‘you’ve been dreaming’?” Yeonjun asked.

With a shuddering breath, Y/N let her gaze drop onto the floor.

“The same way you have,”

Yeonjun’s hands ran through his hair—lips pursed as he tried to find the right words.

“I’ve been seeing you, Jun—dead in that flower field where we first met. You were in this chair with flowers in your hair and a slit on your throat,” Y/N said, reaching out to grasp and fiddle with the rings on Yeonjun’s fingers. “That was before I even met you,”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not from here, are you?”

Y/N sighed softly, intertwining her hands with his.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “I’m from another universe, I don’t know how I get here and back—I just do,”

“So you’re not Taehyun’s cousin?”

Y/N leaned her head on his chest once more.

“It’s a long story.”

Yeonjun dropped his head to place a soft kiss on her hair.

“Jun, when I was gone—I was back there in that world, I—I looked for you,” Y/N said.

“Was I in New York?”

“Yes,” Y/N answered without a beat. “Dead since 2005.”

Yeonjun gulped softly, squeezing her hand.

“Why?”

“It was—an experiment in Montauk. You were—You were too powerful, Yeonjun. Maybe they thought you were dangerous, so they killed you,” Y/N said.

“I see,” Yeonjun said.

“Reality—You manipulate it. You make worlds, you make ideas and destroy it in one go,” Y/N said as she buried her face further on his chest. “They killed you, but in this universe—they failed to,”

“What makes you think I’ll believe you, Y/N?” Yeonjun said as he ran his hand through her hair, letting his body relax on the couch. “This is crazy,”

Y/N tensed in his hold for a while, speaking up after a beat of silence.

“I know it is,” Y/N said, pulling away as she looked up at him. “but I know you believe me because it all makes sense,”

Yeonjun didn’t reply.

She was absolutely right.

Y/N frowned, hand reaching out to cup his face.

“Jun?”

“Hm?”

“What have you been dreaming about?” Y/N asked softly.

“You and me,” Yeonjun said, shaking. “under a red sky and you—I made you say goodbye,”

Y/N bit her lip.

“I let you go after I told you that I loved you,” Yeonjun whispered softly.

Y/N sighed, looking up at him.

“Yeonjun, I love you,” Y/N said.

“Y/N—“

“I love you so much,”

Yeonjun smiled, leaning forward as he placed another kiss on her lips.

“I love you, too,” Yeonjun said, letting his forehead lean on hers as he pulled away.

Y/N smiled, closing her eyes.

“We’re fixing this. I’m not leaving—even when your dream happens and you tell me to,”

Yeonjun only smiled sadly as he placed another kiss on her lips.

Y/N circled her hands on his neck, letting his hands slide underneath her—his—sweatshirt.

She pulled away from him—eyes locking with his and her hands softly guiding his up her body.

Yeonjun lets out a shuddered breath.

“Y/N—“

The girl reached down and pulled the sweatshirt off of her body as the boy surged forward to place desperate kisses on her lips.

At least there was him and her.

A couple of hours later, Yeonjun woke up to find himself laid bare under the covers with an equally-as-bare Y/N next to him.

Guess they got in there at some point.

Yeonjun slowly pulled himself out of the covers and dressed himself in a new pair of sweatpants and a fresh shirt.

He glanced back at Y/N, sighing softly as he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

She groaned as he tucked the covers tighter on her body.

“Sh, it’s okay, go back to sleep,” Yeonjun said, cooing as he pressed another kiss on her head. “My room is cold and you don’t have clothes—I just wanted you to be warm,”

Y/N only mumbled his name as she continued her deep sleep.

Yeonjun sighed, placing one last kiss on her lips before making his way out of the room.

His eyes immediately landed on the sofa—throw pillows haphazardly thrown over the room and their clothes in a messy pile thrown behind the couch while they were busy and lost in a fit of pleasure earlier that night.

Next to the said pile stood a disgusted Soobin, fake gagging as he picked up Yeonjun’s boxers with two fingers.

Yeonjun closed the door to his bedroom with an amused smile, crossing his arms.

“You didn’t have to pick it up, you know—I was going to do it,” Yeonjun chuckled.

“I heard every single thing, you two are disgusting,” Soobin hissed, flinging the piece of cloth towards Yeonjun. “Yeonjun, god, please. Junie, please, fuck—You’d think there was someone being murdered next-door,”

Yeonjun laughed softly as he bent down to pick up the clothes in a pile and deposited it to his laundry basket by the bathroom.

“I’m making a sandwich—want one?”

“Sure,” Yeonjun shrugged as he cleaned up.

As Soobin trudged over to the kitchen, he hummed in thought—eyes losing focus as he mindlessly pulled out ingredients from the fridge.

“What’s up?”

“What Y/N told you—“ Soobin started, being cut off as Yeonjun gasped.

“Were you eavesdropping?”

“Why do you think I heard you two begin to have sex?” Soobin scoffed. “Disinfect the couch, by the way—I know you two did it there, too,”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes as Soobin continued.

“Anyways, you think it’s all true?”

“It all makes sense, Binnie—my dreams, her dreams, why I can’t go back to Montauk, why I can’t remember anything,” Yeonjun sighed as he finished cleaning, plopping down on the couch. “It’s true,”

Soobin sighed softly.

“Well, finish your food and get some sleep,” Soobin said as he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of Yeonjun. “You need it,”

“I will,” Yeonjun said, sighing as his eyes followed Soobin’s figure.

As soon as the tall boy’s figure disappeared behind his door, Yeonjun stood up and pulled out his phone.

Tae, bring Y/N some clothes please—she’s here.

The boy pocketed his phone and glanced over at the sandwich Soobin made for him.

He fiddled with his fingers for a bit before pulling out his phone once more.

Calling grandpa…

Yeonjun sighed as the phone rang.

The boy sighed as it continued to ring, pacing back and forth as he bit his nails in nervousness.

The number that you dialled is busy right now. Please try your call later.

Yeonjun sighed, laying back down on the couch and closing his eyes in exasperation.

Just how complicated can his life be?

Ding dong!

Yeonjun’s eyes flew open, towards the clock.

3:00 AM?

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, glancing back at his bedroom door—where his girlfriend slept peacefully—and Soobin’s door—where his was probably sleeping currently.

Soobin always falls asleep fast and deep.

Then who was this?

Yeonjun frowned as he trudged over to the door—flinching as the doorbell rang once more.

“Coming!” Yeonjun said, voice a little more quieter. “Please don’t ring too much—my girlfriend is asleep,”

Yeonjun sighed as he removed all the bolts on the door and pulled it open.

“Who’s this?” Yeonjun asked as he looked up at the stranger on his door. “How may I help you?”

The man pulled out a knife, slitting Yeonjun’s throat.

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The Fallen Fireflies (Favored Ones, Part 15.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Part summary: Every year, there is a horde of infected coming through the areas near the Jackson settlement. And just like every year, Tommy Miller is about to handle the situatiion. 

A/N: If’d play the YouTube playlist, you will notice a really strong shift in the tones. We’re not in the honeymoon phase anymore, babies.

Warning: Infected, Tommy being a brother-in-law you wish for and our favorite golf player appearing for the first time. 

Word count: 4.6 K

Tagging:   @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​​ @peakymarvels​​ @davnwillcome​ @pickleriiick​ @jodiereedus22​ @gladiosamicitias​ @tamkashi​ @eternallyvenus​ @avengerssstuff​ @fangirl-inthe-us​ @avery-miller​ @mikah-writes​ @mad-hatter-98​ @sadiaafrin99​ @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

The spring of 2038, the day of the incident:

Joel kept you awake until almost four a.m., but you were more than okay with it, especially when he moaned your name into the crook of your neck while having you tangled all over himself with you having your fingers entwined with his.

But that was why you were so grumpy when something woke you up in the morning. It was roughly six o'clock, the sky was still dark and cloudy. But it woke you up nonetheless since Joel was still in a deep coma at the time, snoring into the pillow, having his arm lazily thrown over your belly.

When you realized someone's knocking on the house's door, you lazily got up and went to answer it - after putting in Joel's briefs and the shirt he wore yesterday. The air outside was cold and it hit you as soon as you opened up. It was Tommy, looking away.

"Hey, Joel, there's this thing I want to talk to you about... Oh, shit." - Only the last sentence belonged to you. He rose his eyebrows and watched you. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were sleepy and according to your clothes, it wasn't too hard to figure out what was the last activity you and Joel were doing. - "Is he here?" - Tommy got out with serious trouble, almost choking on those words.

"He's sleeping. He went to bed God knows when after talking to Ellie. Wanna come in, have a coffee, and tell me what's going on? Or it's a private matter?" - You asked politely, stepping aside so he could come in. Tommy smiled at you, nervously stepping inside, taking his jacket off.

"Coffee always sounds good. Won't he be angry with me after you'll touch his stash?" - Joel’s brother asked with a quiet laugh, his joking persona was slowly coming back. With a smirk, you turned your head at Tommy when you lightened up the fire under the kettle. - "I know my ways with him, Tommy. He will be angry a bit, but trust me, he'll calm down rather quickly." - You said confidently, preparing a herb tea for yourself.

"You two were a hell of a surprise yesterday, I tell you that, girl. I still can't quite believe that you two can be a thing" - Tommy said quietly, shifting onto a more serious tone. You were a young girl, at least a lot younger than his brother, and Joel was his family - it was natural for Tommy to be curious about what was happening between the two of you. Not in detail, of course, but it could be expected that many people will have a lot of questions. He didn't want either of you seeing hurt when the things wouldn't work out as you anticipated.

"I'm not believing it after a few months of it happening, so, don't worry. You just need to process all of it, it comes with time." - Was you tired-sounding answer, yawning, and stretching your back in the process. That made Tommy lean his elbow into the back of his chair, smiling unbelievably.

"A few months? From that he’d told me, I thought this is a few weeks old, not even that. My brother still has it." - That comment made you turn away at the man sitting at the table. Tommy chuckled, accepting the mug from you. Oh, the coffee was smelling good. It was like a dream coming true.

"He still has what? Something I missed?" - You smiled back, sitting to the table as well to drink your morning tea without having to rush somewhere.

"The manly charm comin’ out of him. Before the outbreak, he was this thirty-something-year-old man with the hot Texas accent and he had a daughter of whom he was takin’ care of. That made chicks goin’ for him like crazy, but, he never asked one to dance with him." - Tommy sighed when reminiscing about the old times. - "I think he's takin’ it seriously with you, so have patience with that ol’ jackass, will you, girl? He won't admit it, but he’d hurt back anyone who would dare to hurt you. He's the... Protector, when he loves someone."

"Yeah, I saw that getting out of hand a lot when he tried to help Ellie. But seems they're slowly finding the way back to each other, which makes me happy." - You admitted back, having Tommy smile. He was Ellie’s uncle just as he was Joel’s younger brother. He knew that Ellie was immune too. He knew Fireflies were after her back in the day. And to see their small family far apart after they took refuge in Jackson was devastating for Tommy. Especially when that was the reason why Joel became a lonely old man... Until a few months back, as you told.

"How's he doin’? He all good?" - Tommy asked, wondering how it came that he didn't hear the door. Joel was one of the most paranoid people he knew - which came hand in hand with being a light sleeper. Your eyes shot wide for a second, but you couldn't tell him you've been fucking until not even whole two hours ago.

"He had some nightmares, so today, he's staying in bed no matter what happens." - You told Tommy in a firm voice, making him understand that not even his ass will get Joel out of the bed that day. Yet the younger Miller bit how bottom lip, making you realized that something has fucked up.

"Well, there are some infected we saw in the norths perimeter and I need someone to go there with me, Y/N. I would very much need Joel by my side if you won't mind." - Tommy told you with a serious face. He was sorry to bring that family idyll to the ground for that moment, but that was just how it was. He couldn't go there on his own.

"Well, would I be enough?" - You asked seriously. - "Listen, I don't have the best feeling about sending him off when he’d be tired and stuff. He's one tough guy and I know that, but two hours of sleep are a bitch. I'm not bad at this either, I got much better since last summer. Joel taught me how to shoot from bow and gun, remember?" - You asked, standing up. Joel wasn't going and that was the end of discussion. But you could go with Tommy, you could do just as much as Joel would. Yeah, it was probably a good idea, since you seemed pretty decent at the moment. You slept a good few hours more than your old man.

"So that's where this started? Jesus, that's... Last September. Wow." - Tommy wondered, drinking the rest of the coffee quickly so you'd have a chance to make something with yourself before you'd venture out behind the gates. The only thing he got as a response to his remark was a grin you hid into your palm. - "See you at the gates in thirty, then." - He patted your shoulder, put his jacket on, and left the house.

You were quite quick with taking some clothes on, making your hair, and preparing things for your backpack, like your knife, quiver with arrows and the hunting bow, and your polo automatic gun in the last place. As a talisman, you put on Joel’s blue shirt, but you pulled the lower hem into your trousers, buttoning it up under your chin. When you were leaving, you put your stuff next to the bed, nuzzling to his back after that.

Joel softly hummed when your palms smoothed his chest and when he got a kiss on the cheek. - "What's happenin’? How much is it?" - He asked, catching your palm to hold you in place.

"Its early, big guy, I just wanted to nuzzle you before I leave." - You whispered back, smiling at the sight of half-asleep Joel. The last comment wasn't making too much sense, so he furrowed at that.

"Where you're goin’?" - He whispered, looking at the clock on the nightstand. Jesus, he wasn't sleeping for too long and he knew he will fall asleep as soon as you leave.

"A patrol with Tommy. Some infected were reported on the north, so well be taking a look at what's that about." - That made him open up his eyes, looking at you. - "Oh no, don't you dare. You went to sleep at four, you're not fucking going anywhere, Miller. You taught me how to defend myself and that's what I'm planning on doing, are we clear?" - You told him with an unbelievable. It was beautiful to know that all he wants is to keep you safe. And that was what you were about to do.  In the end, he sighed and nodded. It wasn't making him happy at all, but you were tight. He wasn't physically ready for a patrol at the moment.

"Just be safe and come back, ’kay?" - Joel hummed, kissing your knuckles before leaning his forehead to yours for a small moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, pulling the blanket up again. - "And you should talk to Ellie when she gets back from the patrol, yeah? You’ll tell me how that went. Love you." - You whispered, kissing his forehead before you got up from the bed, preparing your stuff from the ground, and left.

He didn't tell you back, but you saw that smile creeping up to his sleepy face after hearing those words. Before exiting the house, you picked up your gloves and your beanie from the drawer next to the main door and pulled it on. Why was this March so damn cold? You had no idea, but it was snowing again and as far as it looked, it wasn't going anywhere in the nearest few hours.

Your walk through the sleepy Jackson was quite refreshing, making you fully wake up. You loved Jackson very much and especially when everyone was still asleep. As Tommy promised, he was already waiting at the gates for you, getting you some sandwiches.

"Who’s that from?" - You asked with a surprised face. When you inhaled the smell of them, your stomach churned hungrily. These were with meat from Seth, the old ballsack. And it was smelling delicious.

"It's a little sorry for yesterday from that old drunk. Joel was meant to get them, yet I think you can use Seth's apology too." - Tommy answered with a smirk, leading you to the stables so you could pick your horses. These weren't exactly anyone's, they belonged to Jackson, but you had your horse for more than three years at that point.

"How much times did Seth already apologized, Tommy? This wasn't a one-night occasion and it'll come again. We both know it, especially with Ellie being as stubborn as she is." - You smiled at Sadie, petting her neck gently. She was your beloved girl, saving your ass many times. Tommy was leading his horse next to him just like you did.

"That's some truth right ’ere, Y/N. No wonder Joel likes you when you're so smart and he's a dumbass." - He said, leading the horse to the opening gates. Your eyes rolled on their own.

"If I will have to listen to these jokes whole fucking day, you better shut up, Miller." - You grinned before swinging on Sadie’s back, petting her neck again. Tommy’s laugh was the last thing you heard when you were leaving from Jackson, seconds before putting on the hunting mode.

The journey to the location itself wasn't enjoyable at all - the snow kept on falling and there was a blizzard incoming, making you sped up to get to the location. You left the horses far away from the place where the sightings were reported. - "Another year, another horde, what can I say?" - Tommy asked you when you got off the horseback to travel to the town on your own feet. You nodded at that, being extremely aware of every single thing happening around you at the time.

For some time, when you entered the town, it seemed abandoned. There was only the wind howling through the empty houses and rampaged store buildings, the snow was covering almost everything. It took you almost half an hour to encounter the first infected. Both of you crouched, looking at the being from a rooftop.

"There's another one." - Tommy pointed to make you turn around. Without waiting for too long, you took out an arrow and held your breath, going directly for the runner’s head. Tommy, in the meanwhile, picked up a glass bottle and prepared to throw it in the opposite direction. You had to see how many of them are there to think about the tactic and about what you'll do, to even think if you'll be able to do it on your own. You nodded at Tommy, letting out a long breath while releasing the string from your finger, looking at the arrow hit the bullseye.

Not even seconds after that, Tommy threw the bottle into a wall, luring more of them out while you still crouched there so these fucks won't see you. There wasn't that many of them, yet it could be because they divided into groups to roam around the town. You sat there for a while, letting Tommy take this group with his sniping rifle before continuing your journey through the city.

"You're much more enjoyable than my brother." - Tommy said all of a sudden when you stopped in a barricaded shop to look for the last remnants of supplies. At that statement, you chuckled, shaking your head. - "Is that so?"

"Yeah, he's making fun of me all the time, you know? Gets repetitive after some time. Got somethin’ there?" - He asked when he saw you bowing down to pick up something. It was a piece of cloth, yet you could use it as a bandage once you'll laundry it and use disinfection on it.

"Would love to hear how someone can make fun of Tommy the Man." - You chuckled back, walking back to Tommy. There wasn't much in the stores anymore, it was a miracle to have some good find in there. - "Kinda tempting to see, dude."

"Hold your horses with the flirtation, girl. Joel would kill me." - Tommy grinned back, stepping outside again. When the cold air hit your face, you had to close your eyes. There were these small pieces of ice in the air, hitting you at a full cadence. The blizzard was getting closer and closer while the temper was going lower and lower. - "Fuck, this is bad. We either need to take some cover or move our asses to get this place clean."  

With that, you were going through the town, shooting on a sight. You and Tommy were quite a good team - while you could kill the fucks silently, Tommy was clever enough to divert their attention somehow. Sometimes you were quiet, sometimes you lost your nerve and just pulled the damned gun out. But you knew that Tommy has your back just as he knew you had his the whole time.

That was until you entered the old warehouse complex. All of a sudden, hordes of infected were coming to you from every direction, making the fence fall. Tommy pushed you behind his back, pulling out the rifle to search for the cause of it. And it was a woman infer the fence, trying to crawl through, certainly being fucked without you. So after you nodded at Tommy, you ran to her to help her on her feet while he started to liquidate some of the infected.

"You good?" - You asked her, looking at her pulling her gun as well. She nodded at you, looking at the horde. - "Tommy, there's too many of them, we need to get inside and get the fuck out of here. We can clear this place out later, come on!" - You yelled at your almost a brother-in-law, already running between the walls of the warehouse, trying to search for some door.

He yelled at you that you're right and turned on his heels to follow you, having that mysterious woman in his back. It was to kill or to be killed, so you took many turns before seeing some door. Both you and Tommy tried to break in while the woman was shooting into the group coming after you. It took you almost four attempts before the door flew open and you pulled the woman in as Tommy closed the door and made sure its barricaded enough.

"Here, did somethin’ happened to you?" - The man got on back his knees, looking at you. You shook your head and laid down with your eyes closed to catch a breath. He was worried that you might have hit something, but you seemed to be all right. The woman was looking at both of you with an unfriendly look. Well, it could be friendly, you didn't know her in the end.

"And who the hell are you, hm?" - Tommy walked to her, offering her a palm to pick her up. She stood up and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Thanks for all of that, by the way. My name’s Abby. And you two are...?" - The woman looked at both of you, leaning her palms to her thighs, trying to replenish at least a bit of energy. It didn't matter who she was or what was she doing there - you were in this together and it was a matter of life and death.

"I'm Tommy and this is Y/N, we’re from a city nearby." - He answered briefly, helping you stand up. - "It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that we have to get away from here. We have horses not too far from ’ere, but I'm scared that there's a lot of ’em now. They must've heard the gunshots." - With that, you nodded, getting up on your knees again. While Tommy and Abby were reloading their guns, you picked up a pipe from the ground. It looked solid enough for you.

"You sure you won't be using a gun?" - Abby asked when you played around with the piece of metal, searching for some way out of the building. You gave her an unsure look, letting Tommy talk for you. - "Trust me, this one is more usable in hand-to-hand combat with a pipe rather than with a gun. She cant aim up close for shit."

"Well, how about me kicking your ass, brother-in-law?" - "Isn't too early for callin’ me that?" - The man pointed out, having you nodding that indeed, he has a point. That was when you found the door and where it began to be painfully obvious, that infected were in there way before you. Abby caught the doors handle, looking at the two of you. Tommy took in a deep breath, shaking the nervosity off, telling her to open up.

You wouldn't be spotted as fast if the infected, some runners and a few clickers to be specific, were calm. But after hearing all there gunshots and groups of the horde moving in the city, it was obvious that there was some prey inside the building. And even the quietest creaking of the door made them turn around almost immediately.

"That crate, get it under the window, we'll cover your back." - Abby nodded at you, seeing you already pulling out the knife. There was a group of fifteen infected, which wasn't that much, yet it wasn't a little as well. While the tall woman started firing with the face of a true soldier, the first sounds of cold metal rang through the room as you swung the pipe into the first infected’s face. It made him fall to the ground, having Abby immediately pinning it to the ground while she put a bullet inside its head.

She was a survivor as much as you and Tommy were, yet you were kind of spoiled by the luxury of having a working town. If she was alone, maybe you could offer her to move in, or at least replenish your supplies before she goes on with her journey. In the middle of Tommy moving the crate, you were grateful that you picked up the pipe because you wouldn't be able to defend a single fuck without it. - "Move it! We’re kinda getting cornered here!" - A loud yell came out of your lips, looking at the next group of infected making their way to you.

"I'm doin’ my best, kiddo. Hold on for a minute!" - An answer came out of the corner of the room, Tommy nodding at you. You sent Abby a quick look - but she motioned you to stay away, lighting something up. In the next second, the woman threw something into the center of the group, making their bodies fly around in shreds. That was just fucking cool, yet you fully realized that another infected had to hear the fucking boom.

"Come on, girls, suit yourself! Take Abby to the horses!" - The man shouted, firing the first bullet from his snipe rifle. You pulled the woman by her arm, taking her to the crate. She, without waiting, boosted you and you helped her up and she then helped Tommy get there as well. As soon as you jumped out of the window, you realized how bad the weather got. You couldn't see a meter in front of you. The air was so cold it made your nose numb and your lips completely dry. But you couldn't wait, so you as soon as you saw Abby follow you around, you ran in the direction where you thought your horses were.

You ran for your life. That evening, you haven't stopped for a single second. As soon as you saw Sadie, you jumped on her back, helping Abby there as well. - "We won't make it Jackson in this, Tommy!"

"There's this house where I and my friends reside, for now, I'll point out the way, yeah?" - Abby asked. Well, it wasn't the greatest idea since it was just a group of strangers, but what could you do in the middle of that fucking blizzard? And you had to move since even if the infected lost your trail for a second, you knew they will find it soon enough again. That was why you listened to the stranger’s direction while you made Sadie ran like a fucking racing horse.

You never felt safer than when you have seen the gates of the house and people with guns standing behind it. As soon as you both rode in, the strange people have closed the gate, setting the infected on fire. You finally had some time to rest, so you took a deep breath before you jumped off of the horseback.

There was a revelation for a second, undeniably, but soon, you noticed something. These people were soldiers, a survivor group, maybe someone religious or something like that. They were looking dangerous, without a doubt. And groups of soldiers don't travel around the country just for the sights, no, they were most likely looking for someone. You tried to send Tommy some kind of signal when you gave Sadie to some short-haired woman, yet he was already chatting with some Hispanic man. And when Abby took her jacket off, your eyes widened. She was fucking buffed. She would strangle someone like you in a matter of seconds.

"Hey, how you're feeling? Any kind of shock?" - The short-haired woman caught up with you. She was almost too gentle to travel with the rest, so, she had some specialization. Drugs, maybe?

"Yea, I'm fine. It was just a close call. Your friend should be glad we found her." - You answered the woman, having her nodding in answer. That was when you arrived in the houses living room - the fire was burning and the french door were half-covered in the snow. The weather was terrible out there.

At that moment, you noticed everyone looking at the both of you while Abby argued with another man from the group. - "What the fuck were you thinking? Did you see the weather?" - The man gritted through his teeth. Something was going off in the room. The atmosphere was shifting somehow and you couldn't tell what was making you more nervous - the atmosphere or the stares of all the people?

"I tried to look for that fucker, Owen. I wanted to find him, but the infected had surprised me before I even got to the power plant." - She sighed back, massaging the back of her neck. - "But these two told me they're from the nearby town, right?"

"Yea, I'm Tommy and this is Y/N. Were from Jackson down there. When the weather settles down, you should come with us and replenish your supplies before takin’ off." - Your brother-in-law leaned his elbow into the counter, smiling at Abby. But she stood in front of you. With your breath held in, you sent a quick look to Tommy to finally tell him that you're not feeling comfortable in there. You'd rather get lost on Sadie in the woods, having to find your way back to Jackson on your own.

"Do you know a man named Joel Miller by any chance?" - Abby looked you deep in your eyes. Tommy’s jaws were more appering as obvious when he stood up and tried not to clench them too much. You didn't even tremble, your eyes weren't looking all around the place, you weren't heavy breathing. Her stare was meant to scare you, but two could play this little psychology game.

"No, never heard of that man." - And that answer would be almost believable if your breath wouldn't hitch in the end. At that, Abby smiled and a smile slowly turned into loud laughter. Jesus, you saved a fucking psychopath, didn't you? Without shadowing a thing, her elbow hugged your throat tightly, starting to choke you when she picked you off the ground. Your palms were trying to make her hand go away, you were kicking all around, trying to free yourself. But it didn't make Abby do shit.

The man tried to free you, yet as soon as he stepped forward, two other soldiers caught his arms, making him kneel on the wooden floor. If he’d move an inch, he'd most likely get both his shoulders luxated. You could barely breathe, yet you couldn't be afraid about passing out just yet. Abby wouldn't let you get outta that so easily.

"I don't know if do you know him, but your little friend does." - Abby told Tommy and pointed her head at a chair nearby. The woman practically threw you on it, then kneeled in front of your brother-in-law to look him in the eyes. - "And you'll watch her scream until you'll tell me where he is. Or until he comes for you. And if he doesn't and if you won't tell me... Hey, we don't wanna kill you. But we will."

You two were in deep fucking shit. 

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x y/n #joel miller the last of us #the last of us part two #the last of us part 2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie wiliams #may the lord have mercy with our souls #because this is about to go real bad real fast #don't believe me? #just watch

[ironwoman18]

Double Dates part 2

Chapter 2: The Ratatouille Challenge

Luke retuned home after came back from a case. He was tired and just wanted to sleep.

When he opened the door, there was Penelope cooking in his kitchen. Sergio on his couch and Roxie looking at Penelope from her bed.

"H...hey Penelope" he said walking in. She has a pink pajamas on.

She turned visibly surprised "Luke? I thought you could come tomorrow?"

"We found a good lead to catch the unsub early and we decided to come today. Why are you here?" He lifted his eyebrow and he put his gun in his save box.

"Well, there's a broken pipe in my apartment, and here was the only place I can go so..."

"Oh..." Said Luke and walked to her, he leaned in and kissed her softly "it's ok you can stay here as long as you want" he smiled and she smiled back.

"I'm making dinner. Veggie tacos" she smiled big showing him the pan with some vegetables.

"That looks great" he kissed her head and walked to his bedroom to change. He put on a short and a tank top then walked back to the kitchen "you can sleep in my bed, I will go to the couch"

"Oh... No I don't want to bother you" she said worry.

"I could never let you sleep in a couch so don't you dare to start an argument, am I clear?" She nodded "good let's eat" she grabbed a tortilla and filled it with vegetables and poured some sause and handed it to Luke then she made some more tacos and both walked to eat it and talked while do it.

"So what do you and Max planned for Reid and me?" He smirked at her.

She got excited "well we found a restaurant that hosted cook-offs, where couples feud cooking dishes, the judges picked two food dishes and the couples has to cook the one they gave them"

"Oh my... I just know how to make pasta with cheese. I suck cooking nena"

"Fear not chéri. I will do it" she smiled and kissed his cheek. He laughed.

"Ok I will trust you" he stood up and held the dishes and glasses then went to wash them.

Meanwhile Penelope looked at him from the table. She never dated someone like Luke. He was so different from any other boyfriend she had. Shane was an idiot and he was more into be better than her, not into make her happy; Kevin was so sweet and she shared so much with him, but he was so insecure and not very athletic; and then Sam... Sam was not proactive or with crazy ideas, he was so sweet and kind but she needed someone different.

Luke is athletic, like Morgan; he was sweet and kind, she loved the little cat he gave her after a case; he was proactive and protective, the dates he planned were so perfect, she melted with every detail he planned.

And according to Phil or Lisa he was not like this, he was not sweet or caring, but with her he was different, and so was her with him.

At first she was mean because she missed her chocolate thunder but then he won a place in her heart and she was mean as a secret flirting way.

"Penelope?... Earth calling Penelope..." She shakes her head and looked at him "are you alright?"

"Oh yeah newbie I'm alright" she said playfully the nickname she gave him. He rolled his eyes but smiled.

"She will keep calling me newbie, Roxie" he laughed.

"Did someone ever tell you that you act like Kristoff talking to her?"

Luke laughed as he finished to wash the dishes "I will go get my pillow and blanket" he smiled at her and walked in his room returning with both things "goodnight nena" he said putting them on the couch.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable in your own apartment"

"Penelope, I'm perfectly fine with this, I won't let you sleep here" he looked at her patting the couch.

"I was thinking... That bed is big enough for both of us" she bit her lip "if you don't mind sharing" he smirked, looked down and back at her.

"If you don't mind, I don't mind" he stood up and both slept in the same bed. She did not want to rush things. It will happen sooner or later. She was not like that but Luke was different and so was she.

The next day was Saturday and it was their double date. So they practice cooking together. She taught him some things and he was a quick study so he learned it.

The date was at eleven so at one they could eat.

When they arrived, Max and Spencer were already there. Spencer looked at them and waved.

"There's lot of people here"

"Yeah it's a popular date place and it's a fun way to interact" said Penelope looking at them.

"Yeah it does. Max and I had been practicing this morning" said Spencer looking at his girlfriend.

"Spencer is pretty good" she said without reveling how much "how about a friendly competition?"

"Oh my God... yes!" Said Penelope.

"Wait what?" Luke was shocked.

"I trust you newbie" he raised his eyebrow "it will be fun. Beside I never saw or heard of Spencer cooking so I'm sure we will be fine"

Max smirked "so we have a deal?"

"Yeah but first... The winner will pick the next double date" said Penelope "because I want this to happen again. I love you too. You are like a Disney couple, because Derek and Savannah are Barbie and Ken so you are... Um... Cinderella and her prince"

They laughed "ok I would like it" said Spencer "I some ideas if we win. Since phantasmagoria will be next week"

"Oh yeah you mentioned it. It was tempting so let see if the good doctor win" he laughed and nodded.

They waited some more until it was time to walk in the restaurant.

The place was big, full of long tables, stoves, knifes and other things to cook. There was a man with a chef jacked on "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The W Pier. A restaurant school where the students of the chef school come to have experience with a true kitchen" he said "I'm Chef Martinez. Today we will cook some Hispanic food. And then we will eat them. Each couple will have a spot with the ingredients and the recipe, and of course everything you will need to cook. Pots, pans, knifes, spoons, forks... Everything" everyone nodded "now we will have a twist...." He smirked and all of them got nervous "the dynamic of today it's called 'Ratatouille' Challenge" which means that one of the couple will cook and the other will read and say the instructions. Like Remy and Linguini" Some people were afraid, mostly men "the Remy will be the women and the Linguini will be the men"

Luke looked at Penelope "did you know that?"

"I knew about they used dynamics but they never mentioned this"

"Well apparently it's something new" they looked at Spencer and Max and Luke said "can we cancel the bet?"

"No" said Max "are you chicken out?"

"NO" said Penelope "we can do it, I thrust you" she held his cheeks.

"Thank you but I don't trust in me" he sighed. She kissed him then she pulled away "umm ok that gave me hope and trust in myself" he laughed.

"Ok let's see. We labeled the tables with the last name of the couples. Most of you are boyfriend- girlfriend so we had to write both names. Please come here and look for your place" every couple walked there. Spencer and Max were next to Luke and Penelope "Ok the dishes you will be cooking today are from Hispanic countries"

Spencer and Max had to cook the Bandeja Paisa, a Colombian dish and Luke and Penelope had to cook Pastel de choclo.

"What the heck is a choclo?" Said Penelope reading the title of their dish.

"Ok people. One more rule. The girls will said the instructions one by one but in the moment you need help boys, you can raise your hand and one of our assistances will start the timer. She can be 5 minutes, that's all. No more time so you have to pick the right moment"

Luke looked at the ingredients and rubs his beard "Jesus..."

"Ok let's beginning... Now!" The men started to look the ingredients and their girlfriends to read the instructions.

"Ok Luke according to the translator choclo is corn. It's a Chilean dish and looks nice" she said.

"Ohk sounds good. Let's make this"

Meanwhile Spencer and Max started to cook "the Bandeja paisa is from Colombia. And it's a big meal" said Spencer.

"Good to now sweetheart but concentrate in the cooking because the red beans and the pork have to go in the pressure cooker" he nodded and did as she said.

Luke and Penelope were cooking the ground meat with some peppers and onions.

The two couples were working nicely but the others were a mess. Some men did not like to work blindly or there were arguments because they made the food different from what they had been telling.

Thankfully for Max and Penelope, their couples worked good under pressure and followed instructions.

Luke got lost once or twice during the cooking but managed to get thru. Spencer's memory helped him listened to Max's next instruction while working and remember what to do next.

At the end Luke requested Penelope's help to finished the dish while Spencer did not need the extra help but requested so she could some arepas, a circular corn bread from Colombia and Venezuela.

They finished and the chef congratulated them and invited them to take a seat, order wine and eat what they cooked.

Spencer, Max, Luke and Penelope sat down together and ordered a bottle with four cups.

"I never worked this hard in a kitchen" said Luke cutting some of his dish.

"I like to cook but I never make something like this" added Spencer.

They laughed "so Spencer let's try this" said Penelope getting some red beans and an arepa "oh my God... It's delicious" she smiled eating more.

After that they made jokes and ate the food. Then they were agree to order some dessert.

They ate some arroz con leche, since it's the Latin American night.

When they were about to leave Penelope said "we never figured who won the bet"

"I think Luke and I did a good job both and we both won. I'm normally super competitive but today I think it's a tie"

"I'm agree with Spence" added Max "but maybe next time we can pick the next one?" Max bit her lip.

Penelope nodded "yeah... This idea was fun but I think our next double date should be calmer" they laughs and nodded.

Then both couple leave. Luke and Penelope walked to his car and he said "Chica..." She looked at him "can I pick want we will do and with who?"

"Of course you can" she said smiling, this is something she liked about him "what do you have in mind?"

"Ok the next couple should be Matt and Kristy" he smiled "the activity it's a surprise" she laughed and nodded.

"Fair enough" she said "let's see what Mr Newbie have in mind"

OOooOOooOO

So... What do you think? Was it fun? I hope you enjoyed it and I already have the idea for this date.

The next chapter will be one of the cutest couple in the show.

#criminal mind #spencer reid #maxine brenner #maxcer #Penelope Garcia #luke alvez #garvez #fanfiction

[visions-from-reaver]

Outlaw Legends

CHAPTER III: She’s From The Future

Arthur and Dutch stood outside the small cabin, a lantern illuminating the door “I gotta warn ya Dutch, she’s a little skittish so…” Dutch scoffed “As if I would draw my gun on a young girl. What do you take me for Arthur?” Arthur held up his hands in surrender “I ain’t sayin’ you would, I jus’ figured I’d let you know, that's all.” Arthur knocked on the door and called out “You still in here, kid?” There was a sound of something heavy dropping on the ground and a small curse as Arthur opened the door and stepped inside, Dutch following behind him. 

“Kid?” The girl had fallen off of the small bed and was now laying on the floor “Y’alright?” She sat up slowly shaking her head a little “Yeah, I just fell off the bed I think, you scared me.” A shadow moved from behind Arthur “Arthur can be scary sometimes, can’t he?” The voice was deep and gruff sounding and the girl startled. “Dutch I told you not to scare her.” Dutch merely hummed in acknowledgment as he took in the girls appearance and the bag that sat at the foot of the bed”

“You said you found her in the barn with that horse?” Arthur nodded “Yeah, don’t think she had been there long though, that jacket of hers felt too warm.” Dutch tilted his head a little, studying the jacket in question. “You were right about one thing, she is dressed kinda funny.” The girl looked down and blushed in embarrassment “What’s your name Miss?” The girl looked at Dutch then back to Arthur “Heather…” Dutch nodded “Where did you come from, Heather?” Heather fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket and whispered “You wouldn’t believe me…” Dutch blinked and took a step forward in order to hear her better “What?”

“I said you wouldn’t believe me.” Arthur closed the door to the cabin as Dutch crouched down in front of her “Why wouldn’t I believe you?” Dutch looked bigger in the firelight, like a looming shadow cast over a small animal. “Miss?” Heather startled a little again before answering “Because I don’t believe it myself.” Dutch looked at her “You aren’t with the O'Driscolls are you?” “Dutch!” Arthur exclaimed “Does she look like she runs with them? Look at her!” Dutch turned his head “I am lookin’, and all I’m seein’ is some girl who just so happens to be up here, with some crazy horse, who’s dressed funny. What am I supposed to think?”

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but was cut off “I don’t run with them. I wouldn’t run with them even if it was my only option.” Arthur and Dutch both turned to her but it was Dutch who spoke first “But you know about them?” Heather nodded “I know about them…I also know about you.”

The air in the room grew thick with tension and Dutch stood up and went to go stand by the fire a few feet away. “Just tell us where you came from kid, that’s all we’re askin’.” Arthur’s voice was gentle, but a little demanding and Heather nodded and sighed. “I’m...I’m from a different time...the future.” That got the attention of Dutch quickly. “You’re from where?” His tone was harsh, though laced with confusion. “Th-The future....a little over a century from now…”

Arthur laughed “You’re kiddin’, good one kid, real good!” When the girl didn’t respond Arthur stopped “Wait you’re serious…” She nodded and motioned over to the bag at the foot of the bed. “You can look through that bag if you don’t believe me.” Arthur started towards the bag as Heather looked up at Dutch “There’s also this…” She reached behind her on the bed and pulled something out from under the pillow and slid it across the floor towards Dutch. 

“Thats so you think I won’t try to kill you in your sleep or anything…” Dutch picked up the object, slowly turning it over in his hands. “Is this a gun?” Heather nodded “Made by Smith & Wesson, it’s loaded...so be careful.” Dutch studied the oddly shaped barrel and the engravings on it. “.380...what does that mean?” Heather smiled and walked over holding her hand out for the gun. “It stands for the caliber it uses. .380 is the caliber made between a .22 and a .9mm” Arthur was digging his way through the bag when he cried out “Ow! What the hell?”

He pulled out an axe and a knife safely in its sheath “The hell kinda axe is this?” He held it up to the light in order to study it better. One side had a regular axe blade, while the other had a nasty pick-ax like point “Sorry, forgot about that…be careful its sharp…” He grunted and set the axe down and gently removed the knife out of its sheath. “Hey Dutch, there's an engravin’ on this knife here...1942 to 2017...Dutch I don’t think she's lyin’....” Dutch shook his head “No...No son I don’t think she is either…” Heather reached into her back pocket “There’s one more thing, to prove what I’m telling you is true.”

She pulled a flat rectangular object out of her pocket and pushed a button on the side illuminating the room with light. “It’s called a cellphone.” Dutch jerked back at the sudden light, reaching down to the gun at his hip. “It's not dangerous, see look.” Her fingers swiped across the screen and new images with smaller images popped up on the screen. “I...I need to go lie down...I haven’t slept in three days…” Arthur came over and put his hand on Dutch’s shoulder. “What are we gonna do with the kid?” Dutch glanced at Arthur “She comes with us. Come on Miss.” 

Heather went over and grabbed her bag, putting her things, except for her gun, inside. She concealed her pistol in the waistband of her pants, hooking the clip of the plastic holster over her belt, and followed Dutch and Arthur outside into the snow. She looked over to the barn hearing a commotion “Reaver, is he okay?” Dutch turned a little pale at the sound of the horse’s name. 

“I spooked him earlier, Arthur tried to calm him down but…” Heather nodded “I understand, he doesn’t like people. I’ll go calm him down.” Before Dutch or Arthur could stop her she was already headed for the barn and had slipped inside. “Well.” Arthur said looking at Dutch “What do you think?” Dutch shook his head “I don’t know, son. I don’t know.”

#Outlaw legends #Chapter 3 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #rdr2 fanfic #original character

[the--blackdahlia]

Pride (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Pride

Summary: The paparazzi find out about Tommy and Nikki, resulting in  Tommy’s demons  to come back at full force.

Warnings: Homophobia, depression, suicide attempt, language, but it does get sweet I promise.

It was a beautiful day in California. The boys had nothing going on and Tommy and Nikki had spent most of the day in their home, just relaxing and being together. Tommy had had a few rough days here and there, days he had been unable to pull himself out of bed, things like that. Nikki had asked him a few times if he thought his meds were working, and Tommy would put a smile on his face and say of course, before pecking Nikki on the lips.

“You know,” Tommy said as the sunny morning blended into a sunny afternoon. “We haven’t been out on a date in awhile.”

“We haven’t?” Nikki asked teasingly with a smile. “What about when we went to the grocery store the other day?” Tommy narrowed his eyes.

“If that’s your idea of a date, I don’t know if I want to marry you still,” He laughed a little as Nikki got up and wrapped his arms around Tommy, pulling his back against his chest so he could kiss on his neck.

“You’re stuck with me though. Where one twin goes, the other one has to too,” Nikki laughed before nipping at Tommy’s neck, making him moan a little. “So baby, where would you like to go for our date? A movie? Dinner? Egging Vince and Mick’s houses?” He laughed a little.

“As tempting as acts of vandalism is, I think I’ll just go with dinner,” Tommy was smiling and it made Nikki’s heart flutter. Tommy didn’t smile as much as he used to, but after hearing the radio interview, Nikki was sure that some of that was fake.

“Okay. I’ll get on that,” Nikki kissed Tommy gently. “Why don’t you go relax by the pool? The day is too nice to stay inside.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I get any paler and people will start thinking I’m Mick,” Tommy smiled and kissed Nikki again before going to change into his swim suit. Even though the pool was fenced in, and Tommy hardly wore clothes out on stage, he still would sometimes be a little modest at home. Now, his swimsuit was a speedo, and a lot of times he told Nikki he only wore it because he had gotten a sunburn on his dick before, and he was not letting that happen ever again.

Tommy jumped into the pool while Nikki made some calls to find someplace nice for him and Tommy to have dinner that night. He watched his fiance through the kitchen window and couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face. They were finally getting back to their normal and Nikki couldn’t be happier. He was so lucky to have Tommy in his life. If things had played out differently, they might not be where they were at. And Nikki was a little scared of a few of the alternatives.

Nikki paused for a moment. If he had been five minutes later that day, or he had decided to take a shower instead of going to Tommy’s apartment, he wouldn’t be setting up a date right now with the man he loved. He wouldn’t be watching him play around in the pool with the boombox playing. There wouldn’t be a drum set in his music room, Tommy’s clothes wouldn’t be in the closet, his toothbrush wouldn’t be in the bathroom, and Nikki wouldn’t be wearing a matching engagement ring. Motley Crue would be over, and all because Nikki didn’t find Tommy before it was too late.

He had to close his eyes for a moment and just breathe. He braced himself against the counter and closed his eyes. He still had nightmares sometimes about what he had found that day. His Tommy, laying on the floor, a puddle of blood around him, a knife in his hand.

“But he’s here,” Nikki told himself, opening his eyes and watching as Tommy got one of the pool floats and threw himself on it. “He’s here, he’s alive, and we’re getting married.” Nikki smiled a little to himself as he picked up the phone to make a reservation for the night.

After a little while, Nikki joined Tommy outside. He sat on one of the lounge chairs while Tommy floated around the pool. If things had been different, Tommy could’ve been a professional swimmer. But he had never been more glad that the drummer had come up to him and talked to him. Nikki played with the ring on his finger. If not for that night, Nikki would be with shitty bands with shitty names, and he had no idea where everyone else would be.

“Are you going to just sit there and admire how sexy I am, or are you going to join me?” Tommy’s voice cut into Nikki’s train of thought. Nikki smiled as he saw Tommy looking over at him.

“I got us into that Italian place downtown that we like,” Nikki told Tommy with a smile. “I thought you’d like that.”

“You know I love Italian food,” Tommy beamed at him. “Seriously though, are you gonna get in the pool with me or not?”

“I thought I’d just watch you for a bit,” Nikki laughed.

“Yeah, that’s not creepy at all babe,” Tommy laughed, splashing Nikki a little before lounging back on his float. Nikki’s eyes scanned up Tommy’s lanky body, admiring the tattoos that were starting to cover his skin, the scars from bar fights and crazy exes, the way his swimsuit hugged him just right. Nikki licked his lips.

“Hey T-Bone?” Nikki got Tommy’s attention.

“Yeah babe?” Tommy answered.

“I think we should go take a shower before dinner. What do you think?” Nikki asked with a smirk. Tommy laid there for a second before scrambling off the float and swimming to the ladder.

“Why didn’t you say so before?” He laughed before he followed the bassist into the house.

****

Nikki drove them towards the restaurant. The rock station was playing softly and he had his fingers laced with Tommy’s. He rubbed his thumb over Tommy’s knuckles, enjoying the peace in it all. If things were different, if they weren’t in the spotlight, Nikki wouldn’t hesitate to do that in public. But they had their careers and Tommy understood. He was just so damn happy that Nikki was in his life.

Nikki parked the car and sat there for a minute, just looking over at Tommy and smiling.

“I love you so much.” He told him.

“I love you too,” Tommy looked around then leaned over and kissed Nikki gently. He figured since they were in the car and no one was around, it was okay.

Unaware of the man that was watching them, with a camera in his hand.

****

Tommy and Nikki returned home after their dinner and a drive around LA. They made love before going to bed, not hearing the phone ringing since Nikki had silenced the one in their bedroom. It was the first night in a long time they both slept straight through the night, no nightmares waking either of them up. Nikki had Tommy pulled to him, Tommy’s head pillowed on Nikki’s chest, where his tattoo sleeve was starting to expand to cover his body.

Nikki woke up first, and as much as he hated to move away from Tommy, he had to pee. So he slowly moved out from under the drummer and headed to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that Tommy’s habit of stretching to fill the bed when no one else was with him had reared its head. Shaking his head, Nikki headed to the kitchen to get some coffee when he saw the light flashing on the answering machine. He pressed the button then went to the coffee pot.

“Nikki and Tommy, it’s Mick. Call me back as soon as you get this. We need to talk.” Mick’s voice rang out. Nikki raised an eyebrow but shrugged and went back to his coffee as the next message played.

“Assholes! A heads up about you making your relationship public would’ve been nice!” Vince said this time, which made Nikki frown. Making the relationship public? They hadn’t done that. The doorbell was ringing then. Nikki opened the front door as Vince and Mick came in.

“What’s going on?” Nikki asked.

“You guys didn’t learn after that tabloid ran Tommy’s suicide story?” Vince asked, shoving the magazine in his face. “It’s everywhere man.” Nikki took the magazine and stared at the picture. It was a little grainy, but it was him and Tommy in Nikki’s car, Tommy’s lips on Nikki’s.

“Shit.” Nikki growled. “They must have snuck up on us at the restaurant last night.”

“So you didn’t plan this?” Vince asked.

“Why would they plan this?” Mick asked. Tommy joined the group then, robe wrapped around them.

“Hey dudes, what’s up?” He asked. Nikki tried to hide the magazine, but Tommy grabbed it from behind his back. “Looking at Playboys or…” He froze when he saw the picture on the page. “Oh my god…”

“Tommy…” Nikki said softly. Tommy looked up at Nikki with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” The drummer whispered. “This is all my fault. I…” He dropped the magazine and ran back to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door.

“Fuck!” Nikki yelled out. “Why can’t they just leave us alone?!”

“They might soon,” Vince shrugged. “Things might be more progressive out here, but there’s still plenty of homophobic assholes.”

“Why to make things better Vince,” Mick grumbled. He looked at Nikki. “What are you going to do?”

“Right now, I need to try to calm Tommy down. Then we’ll deal with it,” Nikki ran a hand down his face. “Why can’t people just mind their own damn business?”

“Because we’re famous,” Vince told him. He headed towards the door.

“We’ll have a band meeting when Tommy calms down,” Mick added, following Vince towards the door. “Mental health is really important right now.”

****

Tommy laid curled up in bed, blankets pulled over him. He had been the one to kiss Nikki in the car. It was his fault the picture even existed. How could he be so stupid? He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to focus on his breathing.

“Tommy?” Nikki’s voice was on the other side of the bedroom door. “Hey, open the door honey. Mick and Vince are gone.” Tommy couldn’t bring himself to get up. Because Nikki might be sweet to him right now, but here in a few days, he wouldn’t be anymore, he just knew it. He knew that in the end, Nikki would end up leaving him. “Baby, please.”

Tommy finally pulled himself out of bed and unlocked the door but didn’t open it. He crawled back into bed as he heard the knob turn and Nikki make his way into the room. He felt the bed dip as Nikki sat on it, and the bassists fingers in his hair.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Tommy asked softly.

“What?” Nikki looked down at the drummer. “Tommy, look at me.” The drummer turned his head to look up at Nikki. Nikki could see the happiness and light that had been in Tommy’s eyes just the day prior was gone. “I could never hate you. This was not your fault. It was those damn vultures that have nothing better to do with themselves. You did nothing wrong.”

“I kissed you in the car. That picture was of me kissing you,” Tommy whimpered. “It’s my fault Nikki…”

“Babe, you did nothing wrong. They’re just assholes. No matter what happens, we’re in this together, okay?” Nikki brushed his brown hair out of his face.

“Okay…” Tommy nodded. Nikki leaned down and kissed him gently.

“I’m still marrying you,” Nikki told him with a smile. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy. I’ve finally got you, and I’m not letting you go.”

****

“For the most part, everything’s been pretty calm,” Nikki told Mick and Vince as they met with him and Tommy a few days later. “I mean, obviously not everyone is accepting, but they can deal with it.”

“How are you both doing?” Mick asked, watching them both. Tommy had been quiet most of the meeting.

“Great,” Tommy told him, offering a bit of a smile. “Just...great.”

“So far no major backlash,” Vince told them, nodding. “Maybe it will just pass over and someone will focus on whatever stupid shit Axl Rose is doing?”

“You know he’s going to fuck up and do something stupid,” Nikki laughed a little. “I have a couple meetings today to try to help things along a little bit though.”

“Our PR is pretty hard at work,” Vince chuckled. “Good job you two.”

“I think we’ve had more fan support than we thought we would,” Mick reported. “I thought they would be pissed, but I guess they figured with all the makeup you two wore back when we first started, and all the Aquanet you used…” Nikki slapped his arm. “Hey! I’m old. Don’t do that.” The phone rang then.

“I got it,” Tommy said, standing up and picking up the cordless phone. “Hello?”

“Thomas…”

Tommy’s blood ran cold. He glanced over at the guys, who were still settled where he had left them, talking like nothing was going on. Making sure none of them saw him, he slipped into the music room.

“H-hey dad,” Tommy said. “Long time no talk. How’s mom?”

“I saw the articles,” David Bass stated. “It’s hard to miss.”

“I…” Tommy paced the room, phone to his ear. “Is that how you tracked me down?”

“We thought you got over it,” David stated. “We thought you had figured out what was right when we saw you with that Heather girl before. And all the other girls before that. But you didn’t learn did you?”

“I can’t change who I am dad,” Tommy told him. “I’ve liked guys since I was fifteen, or maybe before that. I can’t change it, even if I wanted to.”

“I should’ve known when you’d steal your sister’s clothes,” David spat. “And I’ve seen that band of yours. You look like a bunch of queers. The people you surround yourself with...they’re sick son. And they’ve spread their illness to you.”

“Dad, please…” Tommy whispered.

“You need help Thomas. You need to get away from them. They made you sicker than you were.” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, the night that he told his parents about the band, wanting to drop out of school, and his father said something about catching him kissing a guy from his school. They had been upset about the band, they were angry about dropping out, but they were disgusted by the fact that he was attracted to guys.

“I’ve got to go dad,” Tommy told him. “It was great talking to you. Send my love to mom.”

“Thomas, our church will help you. They have camps and pamphlets and…” Tommy hung up then and sat on his drum stool. His hands were shaking and his eyes were filled with tears. Why couldn’t his dad just love him? Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he just be happy for him?

“Tommy? Where’d ya go?” He heard Nikki said from down the hall. He took a couple breaths to pull himself together and opened the door, making his way out to Nikki with a fake smile plastered on his face.

“Sorry, that was my therapist,” Tommy told him. “I thought about scheduling an appointment for later.”

“Oh, that might be a good idea,” Nikki hugged him. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just trying to figure out how to process everything,” Tommy laughed a little.

“Want me to take you to your appointment?” Nikki asked, cupping his face.

“I’m okay. You got your meetings. I’ll be fine.” Tommy told him. He looked over at Mick and Vince, who had been watching them. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…” Mick said, frowning a little. He could see how tense Tommy was, how on edge.

“Well, I’ve gotta take my girlfriend out for the day,” Vince stood up. “Just keep me posted about everything or whatever.” He got up to leave. Mick stuck around for a second, just watching Tommy, before he left as well. Nikki and Tommy stood in their living room.

“You sure you’ll be okay without me?” Nikki asked with a bit of a laugh. Tommy smiled at him.

“I think I’ll be okay,” Tommy told him. “I love you.” Nikki kissed him gently.

“I love you too baby,” Nikki smiled at him. “When I get home, we’ll get something to eat and watch a movie. Anything you want.” Tommy just nodded and watched as Nikki got his things and left.

Tommy just wanted to relax, just get himself under control, but his brain wasn’t ready to do that. Instead, it decided to make life more miserable on him.

“You need help Thomas. You need to get away from them. They made you sicker than you were.”

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and worked on his breathing. His dad’s voice was mixing with that one that was always in the back of his head.

“Look at that shiny knife over there on the counter,” The monster in his head told him. “And that clean kitchen floor. Needs a little red, doesn’t it?”

“Stop it!” Tommy cried.

“Nikki could find you again. It could be an anniversary present. Or using that gun of his that he keeps. Better yet, drive out to the desert, find yourself a no name motel on the edge, that gun in your bag.”

Tommy didn’t realize he was sitting on the floor. He was shaking, his body just begging for some rest. And that’s what he should have done, but instead of going to bed, he pulled himself up and picked up a phone book, flipping through the pages to find a motel outside of LA. He found one and called them up.

“Do you take reservations?” Tommy asked. “Uh, this evening. Name? T...Frank Feranna.”  Tommy nodded a bit then hung up. He headed up to the bedroom and packed a few clothes, just in case he changed his mind, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t. He pulled open the drawer on Nikki’s bedside table. There laid the gun. Nikki kept it for protection, a force of habit he had from years of living in the shittest part of LA in the shittest apartments possible. Tommy picked it up. It felt heavy in his hand, but it wasn’t that heavy of a gun. He checked the chamber. Nikki kept it loaded, because you never knew when something was going to come up. Tommy looked around the room before he placed it in his bag with the clothes.

He made his way over to Nikki’s song notebook. This one was special. Tommy had gotten it for him for his birthday a few years ago, before everything changed in their lives and they were just two dumbasses pining over each other. Carefully, Tommy opened to a clean page, one without Nikki’s sloppy, but beautiful handwriting. He wasn’t sure if he should tear a page out, or leave it in the notebook. Hit him hard early, or leave it for him to find in the future? Tommy tore it out then, not wanting to cause anyone anymore pain. He scribbled out a letter in his own sloppy, but less beautiful handwriting, and folded it, sticking it on his pillow.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy whispered softly to the empty house as he took a deep breath.

****

Nikki had gotten halfway to his meeting in North LA when something in the back of his head kept bugging him. Tommy had been acting a little off, but Nikki was so determined to see that he was getting better, that he was happy. He was mentally kicking himself. If Tommy was upset and he missed it…

He did a U-turn and headed back to his and Tommy’s house, a nagging feeling in his gut.

****

Tommy had just shut and locked the front door, heading for his motorcycle when he heard the familiar roar of an engine. Not just any engine, but Nikki’s Porsche. He turned, watching as the bassist pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.

“Tom?” Nikki asked. “Where are you going?”

“I, uh...therapy…” Tommy told him. Nikki frowned.

“Since when do you take a full bag with you to therapy?” Nikki asked. “I...are you leaving me?”

“What?” Tommy asked.

“Are you ashamed of what happened?” Nikki felt tears filling his green eyes. “Of us?”

“Never!” Tommy shouted. “I’m not ashamed of us!”

“Then why are you leaving?” Nikki asked. Tommy couldn’t hold it in then. He broke down, tears falling down his face. Nikki ran to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling his slightly taller frame close to his. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.”

“I’m so sorry…” Tommy sobbed. Nikki carefully led him back inside, taking his bag from him. Tommy’s eyes snapped open, but he didn’t have enough time to say anything before Nikki was tossing it on the coffee table.

Where it made a nice clink noise.

“What the fuck?” Nikki asked softly, going to the bag and opening it. His hands were shaking as he pulled out the gun and looked at Tommy. “What is this?” Tommy didn’t answer, just looking down at the floor. Along with the gun were a couple changes of clothes and the motel address, reservation time, and what name he had used. “Frank Feranna, High Desert Motel. 6 pm. What is this Tommy?”

“Nothing…” Tommy whispered.

“Thomas what is this?!” Nikki all but screamed. He didn’t miss the way Tommy flinched back and started shaking. “Tommy?” His voice softened as he watched him shake. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry…” Tommy whispered. Nikki sat by him and cupped his face, looking into his eyes.

“That phone call wasn’t your therapist, was it?” Nikki asked. Tommy shook his head no. “Who was it? I’ll kill them if they said something to you.”

“It was my dad…” Tommy whispered. Nikki frowned.

“What did he say?” Nikki asked. He didn’t know the truth about Tommy not talking to his parents. No one except Athena did. And she was cool with who her brother was. She loved him no matter what. So why couldn’t his parents?

“I...remember how when we met, not long after I told you that my parents kicked me out for wanting to drop out of school to join a band?” Tommy whispered. Nikki nodded. “That wasn’t the complete truth.”

“What do you mean?” Nikki asked.

“My parents...my dad...he saw me kissing a boy from school,” Tommy told him. “So when I told them I was dropping out of school to join the band with you, he asked if it…” Tommy closed his eyes and sobbed. “He asked if it was because I was a faggot. I was so confused until he told me what he saw, and I admitted that I liked boys and girls. And he told me I was sick, that I needed help, things like that. So I left, moved into the apartment with you and Vince…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nikki asked softly. “Back in ‘81, when you said that your dad kicked you out…”

“Because I didn’t want you guys to be disgusted by me,” Tommy admitted. “Being gay, or bisexual, or whatever the fuck I am, it wasn’t exactly a cool and trendy thing. It was mainly stripped down to stereotypical, feminine men and butch women, waving rainbows and living in San Francisco. That’s not me.” Tommy sighed.

“Baby,” Nikki pulled him close to him. “You know I love you. I always love you. No matter what you do. You could braid your hair into cornrows and sing rap and I’d still love you.”

“Then why can’t my parents?” Tommy asked softly. “Why can’t my dad love me for who I am?”

“I wish I had an answer for you sweetie,” Nikki held him close. “But I don’t exactly have a good relationship with either of my parents. And I know that you were really close to yours growing up. I wish I could tell you everything will be okay, that they’ll see their mistakes and realize that you’re happy, but I can tell you that I love you, and I’m here for you no matter what happens.”

“You deserve a better fiancé than me,” Tommy whispered. “You’re too good for me.”

“We both have been dealt shitty hands in life. I think this is the universe's way of saying sorry. It brought us together.” He gently brushed a thumb across Tommy’s cheek before he leaned in and kissed him gently. Tommy kissed back, letting Nikki hold him.

“I’m sorry about your meetings,” Tommy whispered when they broke apart.

“If I hadn’t come back, you’d be at a desert motel with my gun,” Nikki shook his head. “I can’t lose you. I want to marry you. You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me.” He brushed some stray hairs out of Tommy’s face. “What about that food and movie date I promised you? We can do pay-per-view, or run down to Blockbuster. We’ll get some pizza and wings of course. There’s some beers in the fridge…”

“I’m a little tired,” Tommy whispered. Nikki nodded.

“Then what about I do all that while you’re napping?” He asked. “So when you wake up, it’s ready?”

“That sounds great,” Tommy smiled a bit. Nikki took his hand and led him up to their room. Tommy almost forgot about the note until Nikki picked it up.

“What’s this?” Nikki asked. Tommy went to get it but Nikki took a step back.

“Please…” Tommy whispered. Nikki nodded. He knew what this was. Tommy’s last goodbye. “I...can you just throw it away please?”

“Okay babe,” Nikki nodded. “I’ll throw it in the fireplace. How’s that sound? That way, no one can find it.” Tommy nodded. “Now, you get some sleep and I’ll get the stuff for tonight.”

“Okay,” Tommy kissed Nikki gently before crawling into their bed and falling asleep. Nikki took the note with him, ready to throw it into the fireplace, but his curiosity got the best of him. He sat down and opened it up.

Nikki,

Let me start off by saying that I love you, and this isn’t your fault. I’ve tried for so long to make myself be the person everyone wants me to be, and I can’t do it anymore. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be gone. I checked into the Desert High Motel and I used your old name. I’m not sure which room I got. I took your gun with me, I hope you don’t mind. There’s plenty of better musicians out there who could take over the drums so Motley Crue doesn’t have to stop partying. I heard Randy Castillo is pretty good…

Anyway, I’ve got to go. I love you Nikki. I’m sorry that you wasted so much time on me.

T-Bone

Nikki closed his eyes to stop the tears, but it didn’t help. They were streaming down his face as he crumpled the paper up and buried it under the logs in the fireplace, ready to burn when they lit a fire.

****

Nikki ignored the press as he went to the video store and rented a couple movies, and bought some of Tommy’s favorite candy. He had his sunglasses on to help avoid them as he placed the order for the pizza and went to pick it up. By the time he got home, Tommy was waiting downstairs, fresh from the shower. Nikki smiled at him as he brought everything in.

“How are you feeling?” Nikki asked.

“I’m okay,” Tommy told him. “I’ve been ignoring the phone. Not really in the mood to hear my dad again.”

“He keeps calling, we’ll file a harassment lawsuit,” Nikki told him. “Just because he’s your family doesn’t mean you have to love him. Doesn’t mean he can get away with what he did. Blood family is forced. The family you make, that’s your real family.”

“You’re my real family then,” Tommy told him. “You and the guys. We might be broken, and a little crazy, we might have done some stupid shit together, but we’re family. And I wouldn’t have any other.” Nikki kissed Tommy gently and smiled before getting the TV ready for their movie night.

Life might beat them down, tear them apart, make them hate themselves, but when they were together, they could survive.

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remember me | kth - 03

chapters: I, II, III, IV, V

pairing: taehyung x reader

rated: mature - contains smut.

genre: idol!au, baker!tae, french!reader, angst, romance, fluff, smut.

summary: Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew.

word count: 7.1k

warnings:  smut, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of blood, strong language, memory loss.

a/n: so. it’s finally here..its chapter three. I’m going to be honest with you - this has been finished and sitting in my drafts since January but for some reason I just couldn’t post it. I got so many lovely messages about the last chapter and truthfully I was scared - just in case this one doesn’t live up to expectations! But it’s like 11pm rn and im making the decision to FINALLY put this out...so let me know what you think, I promise I can handle it! hehe.

The nightmares started suddenly. And once they did, Taehyung couldn’t make them stop.

It was becoming increasingly normal for Taehyung to find himself awake in a pile of shivering limbs at ungodly hours of the morning.

For some reason his mind just wouldn't quit it.

Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, brazen images plagued his peaceful slumber. They crept into every corner of his brain with a vigour so overwhelming, Taehyung was sure they were reality - until his beating heart went into overdrive and woke him with a jolt.

The nightmares were nothing like Taehyung had experienced before. This wasn’t your run of the mill blood and gore - in fact he was blind; or more accurately, his eyes were covered - by what he couldn't tell, perhaps a mask - only allowing a dull and dampened light to penetrate its cover.

It wasn't what he could see that filled him with dread  - no, the thing that had him paralyzed, vulnerable and cold was what he could feel.

His body, washed in a fiery heat that numbed his entire being. The air, hot and heavy as he gasped around it, lungs ablaze.

He could hear too - a haunting cacophony of  broken strings and his own screams, barely noticeable if it were not for the way his throat burned fiercely.

In the dreams everything felt a little too bright, a little too loud and so vivid yet when he woke they were jumbled and faded and somehow out of reach. An untouchable movie reel that played on repeat until dawn pressed pause.

That being said, they were becoming more intense, more clear. Slowly, at least. Sometimes, his fingers were able to loosen the knot and part of the blindfold would fall away, revealing cracks of the picture before him - parts of the thing that was haunting him - like another piece of a puzzle falling into its place.

And that was what Taehyung feared more than anything. For now, the blindfold was his protection, a form of sanctuary from whatever pursuit he was running from.

If the blindfold was gone, Taehyung would have to confront his persecutor face to face. And he was terrified of what - or whom - he may find when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he knew waited for him.

Taehyung had tried to hide the dreams from you at first. Back when they were just that - dreams. Back when Taehyung could turn over and fall back asleep, replacing the fear with the cushion of peace and comfort slumber once brought him.

Until they were so intense, so powerful, he found himself shaken awake by his own frantic shouts, legs and arms thrashing around in the satin bed sheets that suffocated his dampened skin.

Suddenly, they were a lot harder to conceal.

Naturally, you were concerned. It was driving you crazy, seeing Taehyung in pain yet being helpless to relieve it.

This wasn't the type of  wound inflicted by a knife or a fever and you were out of your depth.

You wanted to know why; or more accurately what - what was turning the man who smiled so easily and lived life with a love so passionate into a child, stricken with fear. What caused him to become so utterly inconsolable?

"I have a book on dreams somewhere," You had encouraged one morning, after a particularly bad night. Nibbling your lip anxiously, you searched through a pile of novels on the floor next to the bed. Perhaps providing the why for Taehyung would help him come to terms with the what, you figured. "It might help you sleep better if you knew what the dreams meant."

And Taehyung wanted to tell you the what. Except he couldn't. Because truthfully, he didn't know himself. And he was more than sure that there was no textbook that could provide him with an adequate explanation.

"Yeah. Maybe." He had responded with levels of enthusiasm lower than he intended to be evident, flashing you a curt smile in an attempt to save your feelings. You were trying to help, he knew that. "I'll give it a read."

Truthfully, besides the knowledge of morning, the only comfort Taehyung could rely on was not something that could be found in a book.

It was you.

When the world was dark and his body trembled, your arms were a tender sunrise as you cradled him in your embrace.

Your fingers stroked his hair with a soothing touch gentler than moonlight and the tears that streaked his cheeks shimmered like a thousand stars.

Your hot breath was sweet as honeycomb while it whispered gentle hushes into his ear, bringing his heart to a steadier pace with your slow lullaby.

And it was then that even though the nightmare still clung to Taehyung, the world didn't seem so dark anymore. You were the sun, bathing him with a warmth and radiance that didn't burn like the fear did.

And for a moment, everything was okay again.

After a while, you found yourself lying awake even before Taehyung inevitably woke you with his strangled cries and sweaty palms. Simply watching as his chest rose and fell gently, exhausted features relaxing as you traced the contours of his face with your thumb. Anticipating the pivotal moment where they would harden and contort with a pain unimaginable to you.

Until another nightmare would take Taehyung away and you would hold him desperately, scared to let go incase he never came back.

Until the sun rose and morning filtered through the curtains and you were sure Taehyung wouldn't slip through your fingers like broken glass.

Until Taehyung was Taehyung again.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that night was like any other; it was worse.

He had already woken up twice that night, plagued by the same demons he had grown to anticipate. Both times you had been by his side, pulling him towards you carefully as you always did, pressing soft kisses to his forehead despite the layer of salty sweat which coated it.

Not long had he fallen asleep again before they were back, except something seemed different - striking a bout of fear in him more intense than ever before if that were even possible.

His body was alight again, hot to his own touch when he grappled with the blindfold which obscured his vision to no success. A voice sounded somewhere behind him - or was it in front of him? - he couldn't tell, but he tried to follow it anyway, stumbling to his feet and outstretching his arms as he blindly navigated the darkness. The voice was bright, almost friendly if his gut instinct wasn't screaming NO! as he approached it.

"Taehyung."

Well, that was new. It knew his name now, huh?

And then, again: "Taehyung."

But this time the voice was different, deeper. Recognisable perhaps, if he just thought hard enough...

His foot hit something and his balance was lost, sending him flying forward. Taehyung's hands came out before him, barely breaking his fall and colliding with the coolness of metal - no, it was glass, he could feel the broken shards cutting his palms, blood surprisingly cold against his boiling skin - and then the voice was back, taunting him this time.

"Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung!"

The strings began to play and he must have started to scream because the air was knocked out of his lungs with a colossal force that left him heaving on his hands and knees.

A fragrance so sweet it was sickening filled the air, choking him as a brush of velvet fabric raised the hair on his arms.

The voice was next to his ear this time, lips brushing his lobe.

"Taehyung. I miss you."

Before he knew it, he was running, boots clunking against stone as he tried to outrun the voice that seemed to be everywhere now. Until the ground disappeared, his stance faltering; and he was falling, falling...

Until then, he was awake again.

Taehyung's form shot up, elbows propping his weight as he clutched his chest, face contorting with fierce anxiety.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His breath came out in short, sharp rasps and his throat was tight and raw. He drew his bare legs to his chest, arms curling around them and cradling his own chin between his knees, waiting for your familiar gentle touch to send shivers across his skin.

Except, it didn't. And for what felt like the first time, he opened his eyes.

Morning slipped between the cracks in the blinds, bathing the room in a yellowish glow. The clock on the wall told Taehyung it was already past 10.

A quick glance to his side revealed you, perfect and still as you slept facing where he sat, arms outstretched as though you were reaching for him.

Guilt washed over him. You had barely slept for weeks - and it was all his fault. You were so worried about Taehyung's sleeping habits that you completely forgot to take care of your own; no wonder you were exhausted, he tutted.

And through it all, Taehyung had been too focused on himself to even realise it. He had been too caught up in his own nightmares to notice the blueish bags beneath your eyes or the yawns you hid behind your hair at the bakery.

He couldn't blame you for not being there when he woke up, not really. But that didn't stop him from wishing you were awake to hold him, relieve the anxiety that bubbled hotly under his skin.

Even though thoughts of waking you nagged in the back of his mind, he resisted. Taehyung's thumping heart felt like it suddenly stilled when he looked at you, utterly tranquil. His hands ached to trace the pink rosé of your cheeks, the soft lips which parted for quiet breaths to flutter between them.

He decided he could not bare to disturb you.

"I'm a grown adult. I can do this." he said to nobody but himself, hearing the uncertainty that was evident in his own voice. "It was just a dream."

With trembling fingers he pulled the sheets tighter around your shoulders, placing a long kiss to your temple before climbing out of bed, feet scuffling against the carpet as he crept carefully out of the room.

The apartment was the same size as it always was however while it usually felt cosily small, now it was suffocating. Every breath felt like the air was thinner than the last and Taehyung wanted - no needed - out.

Quietly, he pulled on a shirt and slipped his feet into his shoes before scribbling a note in his messy scrawl: GONE TO MARKET. BACK SOON.

A walk. That is what he needed. The fresh air would do him good, help him clear his head.

The cane he was used to grabbing out of habit now balanced against the dresser. Gingerly, he applied pressure to his thigh, wincing when an ache captured his leg. Not nearly as painful as before, though.

His fingertips brushed the cane's handle, before retreating to the fleece lining of his coat pocket.

"She'll be happy," he reminded himself of your face, imagining the way it would beam when you saw him walking without assistance. "You can do it."

Hand caught on the door handle, Taehyung turned and took one last look at your sleeping form, lashes pressed tightly to the tops of your cheeks.

And with that, he slid out of the door, pressing it shut with a quiet click before making his way into town.

The morning air was cooler than usual against Taehyung's face, and the light chills that crept up his arms were a welcome relief from the heat that still lingered somewhere beneath his skin.

Preparations for the annual September Fate filled the market with an excited buzz as Taehyung walked beneath the blue and yellow bunting someone had strung between opposing balconies in celebration.

If there was one thing Taehyung could rely on it was that the town was full of life. The infectious warmth was enchanting, drawing Taehyung in with its loud and bustling charms and thawing a sense of normality from beneath the vice like grip of unnerving fear that still clouded his mind.

Herds of people crowded around tattered wagons decorated with collages of fresh produce. Taehyung felt his shoulders relax from their hunched state as his eyes glazed across their familiar faces, anxiety eased by the contagious giggles of playing children.

"Bonjour, Taehyung." An older man behind a vibrant fruit stall called as he passed by, whom he recognized as a regular from the bakery.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," He drawled back in French, his pronunciation not yet perfect but improving. The people here didn't seem to mind though, accepting him as one of their own. The quizzical stares he had received upon arriving were long gone, replaced with knowing grins and tenderness. It felt like family. It felt like Taehyung belonged.

The fragrance of sweet jasmine and white lilies drew Taehyung's attention towards a flower stall which sat nearby. The blooms were as vibrant as the town itself, flamboyant and almost too beautiful not to stare at and before he knew it his feet were shuffling towards the biggest bouquet of sunflowers on display, their dreamy scent lulling him with a sense of familiarity.

Sunflowers were never his favourite but somehow they intrigued him now; they were majestic power and strength, surviving every storm and begging for the sunlight they received so graciously. They were joy on a cloudy day, giving their beauty to the world without regret.

Absentmindedly, Taehyung handed a crisp bill to the stall owner and told her to wrap the entire bunch.

While the age calloused fingers of an old lady began to carefully twist the stems in brown paper, a bell chimed as a door was opened nearby, followed by the click of heels and harmonious, sugary laughter. Taehyung's eyes couldn't help but wander.

A couple stepped out of the store which sat on the street corner, a spring in the step of the young woman whose eyes were filled with stars -  almost brighter than the ring her partner placed on her forth finger.

The man's own expression softened as he watched her hold out her slender fingers, admiring the rock that symbolized infinity; eternal love. His palms cupped her chin and he tilted his own so that their lips crashed together perfectly. And Taehyung found a small smile growing on his own face as he watched them disappear hand in hand, filled with a sudden sense of longing.

His heart was laced with a desperation to touch you, to feel you. To tell you that he was hopelessly yours and he wanted nothing more than to make you his, if you would allow him.

He didn't need the wedding - though he had to admit the idea of seeing you in a dress was mouthwatering, the image too beautiful for him to comprehend - just you and him and the security of forever and always.

It was almost laughable. How he had turned up in a new town, an amnesiac and an outsider. Yet somehow the things he had forgotten didn't matter anymore when what he knew was so precious; the love he felt for life here was real and something told him he should hold onto it until death did he part.

But if losing it meant having you, he would agree in a heartbeat. And that's how he knew you were special.

Taehyung's palm cupped his forehead, shielding his eyes from the morning sun as he read the handmade sign balanced above the window of the store the couple emerged from. Someone had scrawled Pawn Shop in French, the red paint a little smudged at the edges but still legible.

It was like some sort of rope was tightening around Taehyung's waist, drawing him closer and closer, all earlier thoughts forgotten as he pushed his way through the small crowd, ignoring the grunts of irritation from those around him.

A glass window separated him from the display of silver and gold jewelry encased in glass, each labeled with prices and carats and styles. His eyes scanned the shelves of rings - each pretty enough to make his heart flutter slightly at the thought of watching it catch the light on your finger but none quite what he envisioned.

Until he saw it. In a box, black and perfectly simple, with an interior of pink satin - elegant yet tasteful. It was luxury and splendor and everything that this town was not.

Except, all of this become a blur when Taehyung's eyes fell on the main prize - something that made every other stone in the world seem like mere rhinestones and crystals in comparison.

Something he had...seen before.

A diamond ring.

And just like that, it hit him. Everything hit him.

Memories flooded back to Taehyung in a flash, his breath catching in his throat as images crossed his mind in an agonizing rush.

Bangtan. The fans. The house. The car.

Remembering felt like a searing heat that ripped through his chest, causing him to buckle as he gripped his throat in a desperate attempt at taking a heaving breath.

The pain was unlike anything he had felt before, worse than any wound a knife could inflict or dream could conjure and it sent his heart into a torturous irregular thump that rattled his rib cage and deafened his ears.

This was no longer a nightmare. It was reality. And for the first time, Taehyung no longer stung with heat but fell numb with the bitter cold of truth.

"Monsieur?"

Taehyung couldn't hear, his vision cloudy yet somehow clearer now that his mind was no longer obscured by the blindfold that he had so desperately tried to remove. The mask that prevented him from remembering who he was and where he came from. The blindness that led him to you.

A gasp left Taehyung's throat, barely aware of his fists against the glass, the sound reverberating through his head over and over until it all became static.

His eyes were wide and panicked, unaware of the commotion he was causing as he stepped back into the street, narrowly avoiding a motorcyclist as it swerved around his stumbling form. His legs were weak and he was sure the world was spinning as he placed his sweaty palms on his knees to steady himself.

Minutes ago, if you'd asked, Taehyung would have said he wanted to remember. But now that he did, he wanted nothing more than to forget.

He wanted to forget the practice room and the choreography and the hardships. The arguments and the paparazzi and the headlines. The photo shoots and the interviews and that fucking ring that his company wanted him to give to a girl who wasn't you.

"Holy shit," Taehyung stuttered, extending his arms in an attempt to steady himself as he made his way through the throngs of people, desperate to escape the sticky humidity that burned his lungs with every inhale. "I need to get out of here."

The market seemed to roar with rage now, the street narrowing around him as he swallowed a scream. The deafening chaos made Taehyung's ears split as he fought to escape the flaming breathlessness.

His feet began to move, finally cooperating with his brain which was telling them to go, go, go, before a slender hand tightly pinned him in place by the forearm, eliciting another breathy gasp to leave his lips as he tried to break free from its grip.

"Your flowers, Monsieur?" A far away voice rang out, pressing a package into his sweaty palms."Extras, free of charge, for your mi amor."

The flowers.

Their scent was utterly nauseating now, no longer providing a sense of hope for the future but rather a reminder of the fragility of his life here. With one paparazzi shot or tourist encounter, his identity could be revealed; and everything he loved, ripped away.

You. You could be ripped away.

You didn't fit into his life as idol Kim Taehyung. And he knew that.

But then again, neither did he. Not really. He had never felt more truly Kim Taehyung than when he was here with you or behind the bakery counter or at the harbor. He wasn't ready to leave it behind. Not yet.

Before his trembling lips could form any sort of response, however coherent, his legs were carrying him back along the path he had grown to know well, past the bar and the bakery, through the alley and up the steps until his fingers were fumbling with the handle of the door he knew led to you.

The same word ran around his mind in dizzying circles, louder than the cries of IDOL PERSONALITY V and YOU NEED TO TELL HER.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

Your name. The only thing that felt familiar and right among the memories of what came before.

His shaky fingers managed to shake the screen door open, no longer able to hold his own weight and landing on his knees against the carpet, flowers discarded somewhere behind him. He didn't care when the rough surface burned his calves, resting his head against the floor as he finally took deep, heaving breaths for what felt like the first time in his life.

A few moments passed and he finally gained some form of control over his limbs again, unsteadily raising so his weight rested on the hinds of his legs. He took in the space around him. Everything was as he left it - the bed messy from where you lay with him the night before, open books pushed aside on the night stand next to chamomile tea, cold now.

Everything was eerily familiar.

How could anything be the same when everything was different now?

Except, things weren't entirely the same - the room was devoid of your presence, leaving the apartment cold as ice even though it was still warm outside. Was it because you weren't in it or because he had arrived?

He couldn't be sure.

Taehyung wobbled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.

"Y/N?" He called meekly, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice. He sounded as wrecked as he felt. He received no answer, just the echo of his own pathetic state, bouncing from the walls of the empty room until his head throbbed angrily.

Taehyung stumbled feebly over to the kitchen sink, taking a glass between his shaky fingers and attempting to fill it with water from the faucet. Most of the liquid splashed over the edge, the glass chinking against his teeth as he swallowed what he could.

A few moments passed with Taehyung bent over the sink, partly because he didn't think his legs would work if he tried to walk and also as a precaution due to the bile that was steadily rising in his throat as an image slowly worked its way to the forefront of his mind.

Joy.

Her face - one he naively coaxed himself into believing he loved - was enough to wrack his entire body with wave after wave of guilt and self condemnation.

As far as she was aware he had just...disappeared.

Sure, he didn't want to marry her but he also didn't want to make her suffer, unknowingly or not. It pained him to know that there were people probably looking for him right now - he knew that there were people who cared about his whereabouts enough to hunt him down. The fans would be distraught, he was sure of it.

But what hurt the most was that a part of him wished that they didn't care. He wished he could have slipped away without worry or repercussion, without people nationwide caring about whether his hair was pink or blue or if he was coming home. Without his company caring about how much money they could exploit him for.

Idol personality V didn't exist. At least not anymore, not now that Kim Taehyung had taken his place. And he would be damned if he let him slip away just yet.

Taehyung scrunched his eyes shut tight, focusing on replacing memories of Joy's dark curls and pouty red lips with your warmth and your touch. And for a moment, the waves faded to sea foam.

A brush of velvet fabric against his arm. Perfume, sickeningly sweet.

Words played over and over in his head.

To: joy ❤

i will be back in a couple of days. don't wait up.

The last text Taehyung sent before he boarded a plane and landed bang in the middle of a new beginning.

The words rang out in his mind. She never replied.

Or did she?

Before he could think better of it, Taehyung was across the room in a flash. Hot adrenaline rushed through his veins as he ripped the closet door open, heart thumping at a pace he was sure was unhealthy when he located the black bag he arrived with.

He pulled the bandanna from around his neck over his head to prevent his hair from falling in his eyes. Trembling fingers gripped the zipper and he took a deep breath before ripping it open all the way, shoving his fist inside the dark interior and rummaging around until he found the cold metal of his phone.

Waiting for the device to start up was torturous; the loading bar seemed to move slower the more he willed it to hurry. His back was to the door and Taehyung's eyes were trained to the white dot as it gradually crept upwards...

Until the phone in his palm started to buzz uncontrollably, bathing his face in a blue glow and alerting him of an influx of incoming messages to his inbox.

300+ Unread Messages

His heart sank as the pad of his thumb swiped across the screen, revealing the password display. And it twisted in his chest when he carefully inputted the four numbers that separated him from the point of no return.

0309. Her birthday.

Just like that, the barrier was broken. He was in.

The wallpaper of his slightly blurry Pomeranian puppy stared at him as his trembling fingers lingered over the green message app. Taking a shaky inhale, he opened it, scanning the abundance of names that sent pulses of pain with each remembrance.

FROM: JOY

a few days?? what do you mean?? tae?? please reply. im getting worried. im calling the police tae.

Taehyung exited the chat before he could read any more, the messages enhancing the ache in his chest ten fold. Instead he scrolled to the top of the list until he landed on the latest, yesterday:

FROM: MIN YOONGI

please man, if you've seen the news...just come home. we're all out searching for you. please.

News? Before he could stop himself, he was typing his name into the internet search bar and biting his lip as hundreds of pages with his face as the headline loaded in front of him.

Barely glancing at the titles, he opened the first link, scrolling past numerous articles.

"K-pop singer of BTS Kim Taehyung, also known as V, is still missing since his initial disappearance on the 24th of May. His company, Big Hit Entertainment, is still pleading for any information regarding his whereabouts and his safe return."

Sliding his finger down from the top of his phone screen revealed the current date. 4th of September.

He had been gone for almost four months?

"Alongside his family, other members of BTS have finally broken the silence regarding his sudden disappearance. Kim Namjoon, the leaders group told news outlets on Saturday: 'We just want him to come home safely. He is family to us and we miss him terribly. We remain hopeful that he is still out there and we are doing everything we can to facilitate his return.'"

Taehyung scanned a few more paragraphs containing the last witness reports of sightings of him at Incheon Airport before his departure and then -

"Album sales of the bands latest repackaged release, Love Yourself: Answer have soared since the news of Taehyung's disappearance broke, hitting record highs and breaking previous records."

"Of course." Taehyung sneered bitterly, teeth clenched, pinching the bridge of his nose to dull the throb that had settled in his forehead. "That's what they care about. Fucking album sales."

The old Taehyung was consumed by numbers, constantly checking sale rates and celebrating new records and watching the numbers in his bank account climb to a string of figures long enough to require a scroll bar.

The new Taehyung, excuse his French, did not give a shit.

Just as he was about to open another article and bask in his own furious condemnation of society, soft footsteps pattered against the carpet nearby.

"Taehyung?" A voice drew him from his ministrations - your voice - and he twisted so fast he was convinced he pulled a muscle, throwing the phone filled with hatred and toxicity somewhere behind him and wincing at the audible thud that followed.

Then, you appeared - hair still wet and wrapped in a white towel. In his haste he had not noticed the gentle hum of the shower.

"What are you doing in there?" You questioned with an eyeing smile, nodding towards where he stood nervously inside the closet staring past you with empty eyes. "Are you looking for something?"

Just reading about my nationwide search party. How about you?

Taehyung simply blinked at you a few times before he realised your question warranted an answer. "O-oh no, I was just - "

Before he could finish, you were already occupied by something else, face suddenly lighting up with the glow of a smile that still managed to make his stomach somersault despite the circumstances.

"Are these for me?" You asked quietly, letting out a breathy sigh of admiration while picking up the bouquet which lay limply on the carpet. You fixed the petals which had been crushed in Taehyung's earlier haste. "They're beautiful."

They were beautiful. A shade of vibrant yellow which stood out against the muted background of your apartment.

"N-not..as beautiful a-as you." Taehyung managed to stutter, finishing his broken sentence with a smile as if that would do anything to conceal his anxiety.

"Oh, shush." You grinned, spinning on your heels to place the bouquet on the countertop. "I should get a vase - wait, are you okay?"

Worry was suddenly evident in your voice as you locked eyes with Taehyung. His face was paled and his eyes vacant, fingers fidgeting with each other and he shook his head lightly from side to side.

"What? Oh, yeah." Taehyung mumbled, finally shuffling out of the closet and into the apartment. "Just a little tired."

Your heart hurt at the sight of him - he seemed so off. "I'm not surprised, Tae, you were awake all night."

Running your hands through your dripping hair as a makeshift comb, you carefully treaded closer to him. It was strange; you were almost nervous to touch him for the first time. As if he would turn to dust with the lightest pressure.

"I was?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously, eyes slotting around every edge of the room except for where your eyes sat. "I don't...I guess -"

"Hey, hey," You couldn't stand it any longer, reaching forward to pull his large frame down next to you on the bed, legs crossed as you cupped his face in your palm. "What's up? You can tell me?"

Taehyung knew he should tell you. But he also knew that if he did, nothing would be the same. This wouldn't be the same. Just you and him.

Privacy doesn't exist when you live in a house with 3 walls, the nation always watching through the window. He couldn't subject you to that. Or himself, quite frankly.

And that was the moment Taehyung decided. He could never tell you.

"Nothing, baby. I promise." Forcing what he hoped appeared to be a natural smile to grace his lips, pressing his thumb and forefinger to your chin in gentle reassurance. "Don't worry about me, yeah?"

Still not convinced, you narrowed your eyes, pout forming on your lips. "But you seem so tense."

Your hands rubbed circles into his neck and shoulders, highlighting the tight pressure that he hadn't noticed resided there. Your eyes shone with interrogation and he tried to relax his muscles in an attempt at putting you at ease.

"I just need to lay down and rest for a little - "

"You know, I know a way to get you to relax." A small smile played innocently on your lips.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat as he felt you tracing featherlight circles against his inner thigh, voice electric as you hooked your leg over his lap.

His hot palms came to rub your bare shoulders. "I don't know if we should right now -"

"It was just a suggestion," you snap, instantly jumping from his lap like he was a live wire. Taehyung's stomach sank. "I just - I don't know what to do anymore Tae."

"What do you-"

"I feel so helpless," you explain, drawing your knees to your chest as heat threatened to prick your eyes. "I'm trying to help but however hard I try I can't stop it."

"Stop what?" Taehyung couldn't resist lacing his fingers with yours, relieved when you made no attempt to pull away.

"I don't know - whatever is hurting you...whatever you can't tell me."

"Y/N..."

"It's okay, Tae." Bare feet against the carpet, you turned away from his piercing gaze. "I understand. You don't want me around anymore."

Is that what you really thought? He wanted to tell you just how much he needed you - he practically relied on you to get through each minute of the day lately - but the words just wouldn't come.

"Y/N, I'm serious okay. It's just these nightmares..."

"Then tell me? What are they?"

You can't. Don't tell her.

"Okay." Taehyung pulled your body back towards him, gripping your waist until you slid onto his thigh.

"Okay wha- oh."

"I'll let you help."

"Really?" You bit your lip, searching his eyes anxiously. They were empty. "Let me just help you relax. Please?"

"Oh yeah? Relax?" He let out a breath shakily, hands coming to grip the rough towel that covered your hips as confidently as he could. He felt far away as you teased his neck with light kisses that trailed from the base of his jaw to his earlobe. "And how would you do that?"

You can't do this now, the voice of reason in his head screamed, not after you lied.

Your nimble fingers came to the buttons of his shirt, twisting each one carefully until the fabric slowly fell from his shoulders. Taking your time, you drew light circles against his chest, avoiding eye contact by focusing on tracing a dot to dot with the freckles on his collar bone.

"Just like this." You whisper, finally tilting your chin so that your calm breaths mingled with his own anxious ones. To your surprise, it was him who closed the space between you, his lips cushioning your own with a gentle tenderness that almost erased the uncertainty that had settled into your stomach.

He was still Taehyung. Your Taehyung.

Bringing a hand to his jaw, you deepen the kiss. His lashes fluttered closed against your cheeks and you could almost feel the desperation which coursed through his veins.

Taehyung was overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin as it brushed his bare top half. It clouded his judgement and silenced the voice in his head that screamed STOP!

Your hips dropped slowly, dragging agonising circles over his groin. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, a string of soft whimpers leaving your lips as the heat between your legs grew stronger, a towel and his sweats the only fabric separating you from what you wanted most.

Taehyung watched you with lidded eyes, enjoying each twist of your hips against his length.

Really? You are hard right now?

"See," You whispered, dragging your hands down his back and enjoying the way he shivered under your touch. "You're relaxing already."

Taehyung nodded, silently agreeing to your words. His hands shakily came to the place where your towel crossed, glancing at your face for permission. A quick nod of your head was all he needed before he was pulling away the fabric, leaving you completely bare on his lap.

You sat back a little, allowing his eyes to rake in your form. Taehyung watched the way you shamelessly dragged your heat over his clothed hardness, leaving a noticeable wet spot. He lingered on your breasts for a moment before he dipped his head, sucking hot kisses into the exposed skin of your chest.

The pace was slowly picking up, a small moan leaving your lips as you raked your hands through his hair gently, pulling the locks to draw his face to yours. Taehyung's forehead crashed against your own and for a few seconds, he just stared at you, as if debating something.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

His nose rubbed yours sweetly and his tongue snaked out to coat his chapped lips. And then his mouth was on yours, hot and hungry as his hands seemed to leave a scorching heat wherever they touched.

Never leaving his lips, you reached between your legs to fumble with his zipper, desperate to feel him. After a few failed attempts, he smirked into the kiss before reaching between your bodies to undo it himself, knuckles brushing against your dripping folds and drawing a whine from your lips.

Taehyung let out a gasp as the cool air hit his length and choked back a grunt when your small hand wrapped around it. He was hot and heavy in your palm, hand gliding against the ridges on the underside of his cock as you stroked him slowly.

Your gaze never left his as you climbed down from his lap, pulling his pants a little further down his legs and pushing his thighs open with your hands to make space for you for fit between them. Taehyung couldn't help but hiss when he felt your breath fanning his cock, nails scratching his hips while you stared at him alluringly.

"Y/N you don't have to - oh my god." His words caught in his throat when you pressed the first kiss to the underside of his length, lips warm and plump against the hot pulse between his legs. Your tongue dragged sinful stripes up the shaft, blowing cool air across the trails before swirling around his engorged head at a pace that had his eyes rolling into his skull.

Taehyung rested his weight on his elbows you watch as you gently slipped his tip between your lips, hollowing your cheeks and savouring the saltiness of the precum which leaked from his head. His length was already a stretch as you tried to fit as much as you could into your hot mouth.

You pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock as you began to bob slowly up and down his length, wrapping your lips tightly around his shaft as Taehyung resisted the urge to buck into your mouth.

After a few long strokes of your mouth, you drew back with a pop, using your hand to stroke the base of his now glistening dick before attaching your mouth to the head once again.

"H-holy shit, Y/N." Taehyung had given up hiding his pleasure, openly moaning lowly as your eyes bore into his own. He wanted to watch the way his cock slid in and out of your wet mouth but he couldn't bare to look away from your enchanting stare for even a moment.

Your free hand searched for his wrist, pulling his fingers towards your hair and encouraging him to lock them around the strands. He obliged, taking a loose hold and using his other hand to stroke your cheek encouragingly.

You let your jaw fall slack, blinking at him for a moment until he got the message. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling you back and off his cock before thrusting you back down. He was gentle though, scared to push you too far and you placed your hand on top of his own to assure him you could take it.

You are selfish. How can you take from her when you're lying?

The pleasure was becoming too much and Taehyung could feel his climax building, white hot in the pit of his stomach. "Y/N, I'm gonna -"

And with that, you popped off his dick abruptly, snapping Taehyung out of his daze. "I - what?"

With a sly smirk, you climbed back onto his lap again, palms pushing his chest so his back rested against the bed.

The throb between your own legs was almost painful, your clit begging to be touched and even the lightest of brushes against Taehyung's cock had you moaning loudly. Taehyung caught on quickly, dipping his hand between your wet folds and rubbing fast, hard circles into your sweet spot.

"No, no - " You stuttered, pushing his hand away. "I want to cum around...around you."

Taehyung smiled at your nervous admission, large palms gripping your waist firmly.

"I'm all yours." He said, voice husky with arousal and desperation. But he meant it. He was yours.

And before he could fathom it, you were sinking down onto his cock, walls hot and velvety around his sensitive length.

The ridges of his dick rubbed your walls perfectly and you clenched around him, drawing desperate groans from the both of you as you began to bounce up and down, setting a pace that still wasn't quite fast enough.

Taking the hint, Taehyung began thrusting his own hips up into yours and this time it was perfect. Each upward push left you writhing above him, hands fisting your hair as the head of his cock rubbed against the spot you wanted it most.

His pubic bone brushed against your clit with every thrust and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Taehyung was near too, desperately trying to focus on the feeling of you around him to distract from the deafening voice which plagued his mind.

TELL HER! TELL HER! TELL HER!

But then, you were coming around him, head falling forward to fit between his shoulder and walls clenching so perfectly around his length that he fell over the edge too, white hot pleasure consuming him as he came inside you.

Your breath was hot against his neck and Taehyung’s strong grip brought you closer to him.

And for a moment, the voice was gone.

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Billy x Goody College AU

Since starting college, in a fit of equal measures rebellion and laziness, Billy had been letting his hair grow, and now was shaggy and long enough to get into his eyes and it was driving him crazy. It was forever hanging down and tickling his face and getting in the way and no matter how many times he swept it back it always fell forwards again.

It was especially annoying now, way later than it should be and he was squinting against his screen fighting with getting his conclusion nailed down, deleting two words for every new he managed to type and the hair getting into his eyes, and itching his nose and tickling across his forehead and it was just so frustrating…

“Billy, arretez!” Goddy snapped. “Quit fucking fussing with your hair. Its not going to help,”

Billy looked up startled and saw Goody, equally hunched over his desk, looking as annoyed as he’d ever seen him. He’d never showed a lick of bad temper previously and then Billy realized it was late and they were probably equally stressed. He blew the hair out of his eyes, resisting the urge to pick a fight, or pointing out that Goody had been continuously sniffing the last half hour if they wanted to get into annoying personal habits, could he just blow his damn nose already?

“Whatever,” he murmured sullenly and turned his attention back to the document, which was still resisting any sort of sense. Five minutes later he slapped his hair away from his face with another annoyed noise and Goody banged his hands on the desk and pushed his chair away, getting up.

Billy thought about saying sorry, but he really wasn’t feeling it, if it was so annoying Goody could go and study in the library.  He scowled at the screen, so intensely that the digital print seemed to flicker. 

“Hold still,” Goody said from behind him, one hand descending on Billy’s shoulder and the other gently stroking across his forehead.

“Wha..?” Billy said, looking up, into Goody’s face who was standing behind his chair, close enough that the back of his head was brushing against his stomach (against his firm, lean, warm stomach his treacherous mind supplied), Goody who was wrinkling his nose in concentration and gently, gently stroking his hands through Billy’s hair, pulling it away from his face. When he was little his mom used to stroke his hair when he went to bed but as far as he could remember nobody else had done that to him. Goody’s blunt nails was scratching his scalp a little as he was carefully carding through the hair. It was an odd sensation, sending tendrils of feeling all down Billy’s spine and somehow making him nearly cross-eyed, his eyelids strangely heavy.

“What, what are you doing?” he said, barely getting the words in just before a head splitting yawn. The shivers were so strong he had to roll his shoulder, and Goody scratched a bit more, nearly making him bend in half with the strange tickling pleasure sensation, not knowing if he wanted more of it or if he wanted it to stop immediately. Even his tongue felt like it was twitching with every gentle pass of Goody’s hand through his hair.

 “There you go,” Goody said with a small smile and released him and Billy’s hand flew to his head. His hair hand been pulled back and secured in a little stump on the top of his head.

“I solved your problem for you, had a padookie in my backpack so I thought I’d just put your hair back.” Goody said with a trace on apologetic smile. “Get them out of your eyes.”

“I look like a palm tree,” he said sourly and the immediate twitch of Goody’s mouth told him he wasn’t entirely wrong about that.

“I ain’t never seen anybody do that before” Goody said, a sly calculating look in his eye and Billy  glared at him.

“Do what?” he asked and Goodnight smiled widely and scratched Billy at the crown of his head making his whole body jack-knife together, eyes nearly rolling back into his head. It was as if his body had previously been calibrating, deciding how to process this new sensation and now booted it firmly into the pleasure camp. He could feel his jaw falling open and the most embarrassing little moan escaping his lips but it just felt too damn good to care. Without really knowing how it had happened he found himself half sprawled on top of the desk, limp like noodle and panting, forehead pillowed on his arms, nearly drooling and making noises he’d previously not even known he could make. Even before Billy had discovered his pathetic crush on Goody he had been worried that he’d one day break and just ask him to be touched all over and he knew that this was now, this was the moment, his hands already fisting into his t-shirt so he could peel it off and turn around it the chair and beg Goody to please, please,please, everywhere, everything now, please, when he remembered Sam. It cut like ice through the hazy-pleasure feeling, Sam, who cared enough to call most evenings, Goody silently laughing on the phone, talking in a quiet murmur to not disturb Billy, Sam who was friends with Billy now too, and asked him about martial arts and sent him links to songs he might like and pictures of his big goofy golden retriever. Billy couldn’t do this to Sam. He managed to get one hand over his head to bat Goody’s hand away.

“Hey, knock it off,” he managed, mouth still muffled against his arm, trying not to think about what it would be like if it was Goody’s skin his mouth brushed over, instead of his own.

“You sure, cher?” Goody answered him, sounding very smug, “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Yeah I’m sure,” Billy said, sitting up, rubbing his face and neck trying to erase the shivery trace of Goody’s hands, smoothing down his hair. Goody was still smiling, his hands restlessly plucking at the hem of his shirt.

“Would you,” he said, and stopped and shook his head, sitting down by his desk again, and Billy looked at his own screen and tried to remember what he had been trying to write before Goody has exposed a whole new erogenous zone for him, in addition to a brand new sexual orientation.  The room was quiet for a while before Goody cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go for coffee? With me?” he said in a rush, hands gripping the edge of his desk. His face was red and for some reason Billy couldn’t fathom, he looked nervous.

“Yeah, sure,” Billy said easily, whatever he had tried to write was gone anyway. “I could use a break. It’s a bit late for coffee  though, I might have tea.”  He pushed his chair away and stood, rummaging for sweater and when he looked over at Goody he was staring at Billy with his mouth half open.

“No, I meant..” he started and broke off, tongue coming out to wet his lips before he broke out in a reluctant smile. “Yeah, of course,yeah a break, sure. Never too late for coffee.”

When Billy finally got his shoes on and came out in the chilly evening Goody was standing outside their door, hands clapped over his forehead and swearing in a mix of French and English.

“Are you all right?” Billy asked bemused and Goody looked up startled and gave him a weak smile.

“Fantastic, terrific, yeah, everything’s great yeah,” he said, nodding frantically. His face was still pretty red.

Billy huffed a laugh and clapped him lightly on the shoulder before they set course towards the campus coffee shop, and after a couple of steps, Goody looked much more natural and started telling Billy about his latest lecture about the Odyssey and colour theory.

Christmas came and when Billy went home for the holidays he snatched one of Goody’s t-shirts off the floor, guiltily stowing it at the bottom of his bags and slept with it under his pillow

#Billy x Goody college AU #I'm back on my bullshit #I'm going to have to resolve this in the next installment #this is getting ridiculous #idiots in love #so in love #I take feedback on all of these #they are in flux at the moment

[eternlmisery]

Heart of Gold- (𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑)

Summary: When Sara decides to let Leonard spend Valentine's day with her, the two soon realize that there are quite a few unresolved issues... and feelings, between them. -CCBMV- 

For @agentmarymargaretskitz​.

Notes: Written for AgentMaryMargaretSkitz, and she asked for no smut and she was cool with a little angst. Well... you know me when i start writing "a little" angst. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this Happy Valentine's day Kate. <3 Also, many thanks to @freyreh​ for organizing this whole thing and I really hopes she does something similar in the future. Happy Valentine's day everyone, and I hope you like this.

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“Care for some company in this holy day?” Echoed a drawl from outside Sara’s quarters and the woman lifted her eyes from the book she was reading to face Leonard Snart, who was currently leaning against the frame of her open door.

“You are aware that Valentine’s Day isn’t an actual holiday; right?” She questioned as she sat up in her bed and her eyes glared at the man suspiciously. “Because I would hate to pop your bubble.”

“I am aware that there isn’t someone named Saint Valentine, who we somehow choose to celebrate with heart shaped pillows, sweets, sexy lingerie and motels.” Leonard stated and he began to make his way closer to Sara, who had tensed immediately.

“Why are you here, Snart?” She demanded; one hand now set atop her duvet, ready to inch towards the knife she was hiding under her pillow. “Cause I am pretty sure you are not in a celebratory mood.”

“Come on; can’t an ex-prisoner… and now teammate…visit his fellow teammate and just ask her to spend the evening with him?” Sara looked at him with a guarded look and lifted her eyebrow.

“A teammate can.” She answered with a bitter smile on her lips. “You on the other hand…”

“You are not considering me your teammate? Ouch, that really hurt my feelings.” Leonard fake-mocked as he settled next to Sara in her bed; leaning against the steel wall. Sara looked at him, eyes trying to hide the uneasy feeling she had in the pit of her stomach as the man had chosen to sit the exact same way Leonard did.

Well, he was Leonard too.

Just not the one she had come to know. Not yet.

After the team finally got rid of the Legion of Doom; saving Rip in the process, along with the universe… they had to decide on what to do with Leonard. He had no memory of them whatsoever and the only thing he was aware of was that three crazy men abducted him from 2013 and brought him to fight a team of heroes.

Once they saw him; the team… they had had hope. Hope that Leonard was back and in some magical way, the men who did nothing but destroy lives had found a way to save his. But the moment he removed his goggles and looked at them… It was all they needed to see to realize that this wasn’t Leonard.

The only person he recognized was Mick and the first thing he did was demand answer to what the hell he was doing in 1945, and more importantly, what he was doing with these heroes.

They had thought they lost him.

They did.

At least the man that he had become.

That man was gone forever, blown into pieces and then atoms… his life being the price for every shred of good that he had done.

Instead, they faced a different Leonard Snart. A man who only cared for himself, Lisa and occasionally Mick. But somehow, that man had betrayed his so-called teammates and helped the Legends.

And now he was on board the Waverider.

A member of the team once again.

“Canary?” The man’s voice broke Sara out of her thoughts and saw Leonard looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“What… were you saying?” She questioned; shaking her head to keep her thoughts away. Leonard eyes drifted to the book that was open in the woman’s bed.

“What were you reading?”

“You honestly asked me what book I am reading? A week ago you were trying to freeze my heart.”

“I’m just trying to make a conversation.”

“Yeah, I could tell that by the way you were staring at my ass.” Her response was automatic and the moment the words left her mouth she had regretted it.

Even Leonard’s present on board was tinkering with her emotions and the last thing she needed was to mar her memories with Leonard; corrupt them with the ghost of his self.

“It’s the Beautiful and Damned.”

“I would take you as more of a Great Gatsby type of woman.” Leonard said and she lifted her eyebrows. “But, yes… I can see the appeal to the book…”

He looked at her thoroughly…

She really was beautiful… and damned, at least from what Mick had told him. The relationship with his partner was still on edge, but he was the only person that would trust Leonard and actually engage a conversation with him… at least without some sort of a weapon hidden.

“I will ask you again and you better answer truthfully… or as truthfully as you can. Why are you here?” He raised his hands in mock surrender and smirked.

“Fine, you caught me.” Leonard exclaimed but his voice was blank as he spoke. “Let’s just say that I am done throwing a ball against the wall and I can’t exactly find anything more… productive to do alone.”

“Wouldn’t you go to Mick then; or Stein and Jax?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow; mirth evident on her voice.

“Believe it or not, my former partner got his head out of his ass and he went to a bar with Pocahontas.” Sara’s eyes lightened; Mick and Amaya finally hit it off. She had been rooting for the two of them since when Amaya got first on board and she was glad that two people could find each other under these unique circumstances.

All that seemed to happen ever since Rip recruited them… was losing people… and losing each other.

It was an ongoing circle of loss and pain that was doomed to go on again and again… And Sara hoped that Mick and Amaya could change that.

“It was about time. They had way so much tension between them that they would have blown up if they wasted any more time.” She said and stood up from her bed. “So where are you taking me?”

Leonard smirked.

 Out of every place Sara expected a known criminal to take her; a diner may have been the last place she would have thought of. With the help of the calendar that Ray helped keep up to date, the crew decided to land on Valentine’s Day in 1962.

Ray and Nate offered to go and check on the Aberration they detected, leaving the rest of the team to enjoy their day and be on hold for a call from them. Currently, only Professor Stein and Jefferson seemed to do that… while everyone else was exploring San Francisco.  

“Is this some kind of a redemption plan; being nice to me and buying me lunch, so I can forgive you for trying to kill us?” Sara asked as she sipped her strawberry milkshake, and she had to admit that the 60’s food was pretty good.

She had ordered a chocolate sundae along with the shake, while Leonard got a mushroom omelet and a juice. They had mostly eaten in silence; occasionally looking at one another, but mainly trying to focus on the other people in the diner or the bypassing strangers on the pavement.

“From the time I know you, I am sensing that you forgiving me… is going to take a little bit more than a cheap lunch.” He pointed out, as he ate the last piece of his omelet and set down the fork. “Even though I think we are even, since I saved you about as many times as I tried to kill you.”

“Touché. Also… You didn’t know me, so… no reason to not follow the Legion’s orders.”

Sure, Leonard was now a part of their team, but he was a member of the Legion of Doom first… At least this Leonard.

“But, you did. And everyone else on the ship.” He stated and Sara’s eyes locked with his.

They didn’t discuss about their Leonard at all; if only it was an off-limits topic among them. And now that Snart was suddenly talking about it… she realized the meaning behind this lunch… dare she say… date?

“You can stop pretend you are enjoying this and just ask me what you have been wanting to.” She told him coldly; crossing her hands defensibly in front of her chest. Leonard remained calm and leaned back against the leather seat.

“You are acting like I am going to kill you; calm down.”

“Even if you wanted to, you would have been dead the moment you would think of moving even your little finger.” She smiled at him… and it was a smile full of menace.

She didn’t trust him.

She trusted Leonard Snart blindly and with her own life, but this version of him… no. She knew that he would throw all of them under a bus if it meant saving his own skin.

“I know you don’t trust me… and I really don’t blame you, Sara.” It was one of the few times he had referred to her on her first name and it never ceased to amaze her how different it sounded from the way Leonard used to say it. “But I had the chance to let you die a lot this past month, and during all these missions… but I saved you. Cause like it or not, I am now a part of this team.”

“Leonard used to say that people change… and I really want to believe that.” Sara said and Leonard raised his eyebrow.

“Doesn’t sound like something I would say.”

“But you did; because you changed. And I think that somewhere beneath this asshole, is the man you came to be… a hero.”

“I’m not hero material, Canary. As you said I throw people under the bus just so save myself, but… I do value my crew.” Sara instantly relaxed and finished her milkshake; pretended not to be utterly stunned at how Leonard knew exactly what she was thinking.

“That’s good, but I hope you are willing to show it. Because the newbies will be a lot harder to convince that you are not going to ice them while they sleep.”

“Well, Palmer’s twin is kind of pissing me off… so I might just do that.” Sara rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything against it. “And Mick would burn me to the crisp before I touched Amaya. Not that I would do anything to her.”

“They really grew on one another… seem to have a strong connection.” Her voice, as she said that made Leonard wonder… about her… and him.

“Sounds like you had one yourself.”

“Are you trying to fish me into telling you if you and I slept together?” He chuckled and Sara tried her best to ignore the fact that she licked her lips at the sound of his voice, combined with the movement of his Adam’s apple.

“I wouldn’t say it that way, but…” He shrugged. “You did seem… distraught when you saw me with the Legion and you didn’t even try to fight back or hurt me during our encounters. So you were either my long lost daughter, or we were sleeping together. And it would be really awkward if you were my daughter.”

The way he said that last sentence made a shiver run down her spine.

“We weren’t sleeping together.” She stated firmly and she saw the faintest glimmer of disappointment in Leonard’s eyes. “We kissed. One time. And then you blew yourself up…”

“Still doesn’t sound like me….”

“It was you. You sacrificed your life so Mick could live and you saved all of us; and died a hero.”

“I’m not planning on being one any time soon; I’m smarter now…”

“Or you are just being an asshole.” She stood up; setting a 10 dollar bill on the table. “This was a mistake.”

She didn’t even look at Leonard as she turned and exited the dinner… leaving Leonard Snart utterly startled… wondering why he was even hurt that the woman just walked out on him.

 He found her sitting on top of a tree in a park a few blocks away; the skirt of the white dress she had chosen to wear not even wrinkled. Sara had settled on a large branch with her head leaning back against the wood.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned; closing her eyes and trying to ignore the man’s presence. “I think you said all you needed to in the diner.”

“You don’t take shit from anyone. That’s another thing I… like about you.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Sara snapped and immediately jumped off of the tree; landing softly on the grass. “I wasted my time with you today. Because I thought that somehow…. You could be him. I was a fool to have hope.”

“So the only reason you recruited me was so you could turn me to your bed-buddy?”

“You almost sound hurt. I’m impressed; you’re a better actor than I thought.”

“I don’t get hurt Canary.”

“Sure you do. You just hide it behind your sarcasm and mask it… but…You- Leonard… wasn’t my bed-buddy. And you are him. Or at least you will be. And having you on the ship again is…. confusing me…” They had started walking towards a bench under a large oak tree and the two sat there; silence lingering between them for a few moments. “Some days I wake up and I see you in the hallway… and for a moment I think it’s him. And all I want to do is run up to you and wrap my arms around you… and then the moment passes and I realize that the Leonard I knew is dead. And all I have now is the painful reminder of the man he was.”

He looked at her then; right in the eyes, for the first time in what seemed like forever… and he smiled sadly. That was much more than the smirks she had gotten from him since he left the Legion and joined the Legends.

“Now I’m hurt.” The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable and as Leonard looked away from the woman, she felt a lump on her throat.

“Snart… Leonard.” She trailed off and the man seemed to ignore her. Her hand reached for his and he didn’t jerk it away. “Things have been hard lately and I didn’t mean this.”

“The thing is that you did. And you’re right.” He answered then and let go of her hand; standing up in the process. “I’m not the man you knew or the man you might have loved. I’m a criminal and… I’m not planning to stop being one.”

He left her there; sitting alone in a bench as raindrops started to fall from the darkening sky and Sara had no intention of getting inside. Instead she wanted to sit there forever; hoping that the water could wash away everything, that somehow she could get rid of Leonard; both of them, because he is truly under her skin.

 He had stopped in the corner and watched as she cried in the rain, and even though his brain said no… his feet were itching to move; hands wanting to hold her tight and tell her that there was a part of him that wanted to change.

A part that wanted to be in the light.

For him.

For Lisa.

For Mick.

For her.

 After shimming out of her wet dress, Sara took a long shower and enjoyed the silence that lingered everywhere in the ship for once. She had sent Professor Stein and Jefferson to the town and told them to have a good time; ignoring their concerned looks.

She wrapped the towel around her body and walked over to her room to put on clean clothes, when she noticed a small package on top of her neatly-made bed.

Her previous goal was ignored and she immediately sat in her bed and reached for the box. She tore the brown paper and saw a velvet blue heart-shaped box inside.

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she opened the box and saw that inside nested a silver necklace with a silvery ice-blue snowflake.

In the middle of the box was a small card, where Sara immediately recognized Leonard’s neat handwriting.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Sara.”

The woman felt a smile rise on her lips.

Maybe the man wasn’t as cold as she thought after all.

 And when Amaya asked her where she got the necklace from the other day at breakfast… she just looked at Leonard and smiled.

And the most surprising thing was that he smiled back.

#sara lance #leonard snart #sara x leonard #white canary #captain cold #captain canary #mick rory #amaya jiwe #mixen #mick x amaya #dc's legends of tomorrow #cc be my valentine #caity lotz #wentworth miller

[sunlightdances]

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader Rating: M for language. Warnings: Dirty talk, barely any smut. A/N: Just something fun since I’m alone in the office today and didn’t feel like doing anything. PSA: I’m a terrible employee. I got the idea of a haunted zoo from this article.

“Don’t move.” You tell Dean, carefully tiptoeing towards him. His breathing is shallow, and you fixate on his shoulder. 

“I swear to fuckin’ God, kid–”

“Stop talking.” You hiss. “Do you want to die?” In retrospect, taking a case at the city zoo was probably a bad idea, but what were you supposed to do? As soon as you heard ghost animals, you jumped at the trip. Dean, however, wasn’t so sure.

“If you don’t get this fuckin’ thing off me, I’m going to freak.”

You snort. “A little late for that, don’t you think?” You get closer, trying to figure out how the hell you’re going to get this poison frog off Dean’s shoulder.

The ghost animals turned out to be real, as was their ghostly zookeeper, and the struggle ended in the reptile house, with a few broken glass panes. Of course Dean was here for this. The guy wasn’t keen on reptiles in the first place, and you’re pretty sure he’s two seconds away from losing it and shooting the damn thing.

“Let me–” you get closer, “Let me find a stick or something.”

“That sounds like the worst plan.” Dean shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “Just shoot it.”

“And get the poison everywhere? No thanks. Plus, this frog didn’t do anything to you. Don’t be so cold-hearted, Dean.” You pause, snapping your fingers as you grin at him. “Or should I say, cold-blooded?”

He rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

“We’re in the reptile house. I couldn’t help it.” 

“Okay, that’s great, I’ll be sure to applaud you later. Just– get this fuckin’ thing off me so we can find Sam and get out of here.” 

You find a fake branch in one of the broken enclosures, and you inch towards Dean again. “Why do they even have poison frogs at a zoo?”

“For science.” Dean says, like you’re asking a dumb question. 

Much to your relief, the frog practically leaps at the branch before you even get to Dean, and you let out what you’ll deny later is a yelp before you hurriedly put the little guy back where he belongs. “Okay.” You sound a little breathless. “Let’s get the hell out of here before you make another friend.”

You and Dean hurry outside and meet up with Sam towards the zoo entrance, and you know if you don’t get out of there soon, the cops are going to show up. The alarm in the reptile house started going off as soon as the glass broke, and you really don’t want to spend time explaining your way out of that one.

Back at the hotel, you call dibs on the first shower, and to their credit, the boys only grumble a little. It’s been a long few days working this case and you’re tempted to stay in the shower a bit and– well, relieve some tension. You’ll use all the hot water though, and you don’t feel like having an argument about it with Sam or Dean later.

When you get back out to the main room, Dean escapes into the bathroom after you, squeezing by you in the small hallway, making you shut your eyes in frustration. You’re– okay, you’re a little hard up for it, but it’s not your fault.

You travel with two very extremely attractive dudes on the regular, both of whom do nothing to curb their own desires - they just go out and find a nice girl and go to her place. 

You don’t have as much luck. Not for a lack of trying, though. It’s just– you’ve never liked one-night stands. Nothing wrong with ‘em, but you just don’t think you’ve got the emotional bandwidth, as Charlie would say, to deal with that. You’re too quick to get a crush on someone.

So, you deal with it the best you can, but some days it’s harder than others. It doesn’t help that the longer you hunt with the Winchesters, the more affectionate they become. Sam is more shoulder squeezes and arms around your shoulders. It’s Dean– Dean’s the one who’s always gives you hugs, and flirts with you (the guy doesn’t have an off switch, apparently), and gives you these looks sometimes that make you flush.

You’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose, so in the meantime, you just suffer.

Later, you’re asleep when you hear the door, and you’re instantly upright, scrambling for the knife under your pillow. 

“Relax.” Dean’s voice is deep in your ear.

“Sorry–” Sam says sheepishly, “Go back to sleep.” 

“Where are you going?” You ask, groggy. Turning to Dean, “Where is he going?” 

Dean chuckles. “He’s got a date.” 

“It’s late!” 

Now Sam laughs too. “Calm down. You were only asleep an hour. It’s eleven. I’m going to have a drink with that marine biologist.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Don’t wait up.” 

You groan and flop back down, pulling the blanket over your head as Dean laughs. “Ugh. Shut up.” 

“I mean, at least you’re prepared for anything?” He says, teasing.

“Why are you in this bed?” You ask, grumpy. You hate being woken up. You feel like you slept for hours.

He gets quiet. “You were– you were kinda thrashing, a little. Thought you were having a nightmare. Didn’t want you to punch yourself in the face.” He tries to lighten his tone at the end, but you frown anyway.

“I don’t remember it.”

He shrugs. “No worries. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

You roll over, facing him. “Thanks.” You prop your head up on one hand. “Why aren’t you out with the– what was she?”

“Angela worked in the butterfly exhibit.” He says, indignantly.

You snort. “Yes. Right.” 

He shrugs. “Didn’t feel like going out.” He drops his hand and it brushes your thigh, just barely. You suppress a shiver.

You sit up, leaning back on the headboard beside Dean. He flips the TV on, and you sit there in a comfortable silence until he shifts, too close to you to be casual. You side-eye him.

The small clench of his jaw is the only clue that he realizes you’re on to him. “You, uh–” He stops himself, then seems to decide he wants to go on. “Am I crazy or were you getting off in the shower?”

Your jaw drops. “What?” You blurt. “I–”

“Don’t answer that.” He holds his hand up. “Sorry. I– I shouldn’t ask you that. None of my business.” 

You’re staring at him now. “Why would you even–”

“I just thought I heard–” He hangs his head, clearly embarrassed. “Nothing. Never mind. I’m a huge asshole. I’m really sorry.” 

Your cheeks are flushed, but you almost want to laugh. Nothing about this hunt has been normal, so why not throw this conversation into the mix? “What if I was?”

His head snaps up to look at you. “Excuse me?”

“Why are you so curious? Maybe I was.” 

Dean’s eyes go dark. “Is that right.”

You feel an ache start to build in the pit of your stomach. “Maybe.”

“Maybe isn’t a great answer, kid.” He says. His voice sounds dangerous.

He slides a little closer, and must see how eager you are, because he starts touching you immediately. His hand slides up your thigh, and you shiver. “You need help?” He asks, a low rasp.

“Dean–”

“You want me to stop, I’ll stop. But if you want to get off, I can help you do that too.”

You whimper as his mouth hovers over your ear, and jaw. “Want to touch you.” You manage to get out, and he groans softly.

“Want that too.” He tells you. “Been wanting to touch you. For weeks, months.” His hands slide up, up, up, until they dip under the hem of your sleep shorts.

Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders, and you relish in the way he shudders slightly. “Dean, if you don’t kiss me in the next two seconds…”

His mouth slants over yours before you can finish your sentence. You gasp into his mouth, and your hands frame his face as you hold him to you in hopes that he never, ever stops kidding you.

“Jesus.” He says, his mouth sliding down over your jaw and your neck, sucking a mark into the hollow of your throat. You whimper again, and he ruts his hips against you in reaction. He pulls back and his hands slide down where you’re warm and aching for him. “Goddamn, kid.” He mumbles. “The zoo really got you worked up, huh?”

“Shut up,” you say, breathlessly, almost keening as he presses his fingers against you. 

Neither of you talk for much longer, not until he gets both of your clothes off, and then– Dean’s inside of you, and he lets out a groan, and starts talking again. You’re starting to think the dirty talk is as much as thing for him as it is for you.

“You feel so goddamn good.” He whispers as he sets a steady pace. “Fuck.”

“If you stop, I’ll shoot you.” You warn when his pace falters, and he grins.

“Just making sure you’re– shit.” He swallows hard. “Just making sure you’re feeling good.”

You smile up at him. “Never better. Now shut up and fuck me, Dean.” 

His eyes darken even more, and he picks up the pace, until you’re practically writhing underneath him. He tells you how much he’s thought of this, how many times he’s pictured you spread out underneath him, and you whimper.

“C’mon.” He whispers. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let go. I want to see you. I want to watch your face when you come for me.”

You arch your back as your orgasm overtakes you, and Dean’s face looks strained as he struggles not to close his eyes. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck, yes.”

He says your name on a low moan when he comes, and you hold him close to you as you both ride out the aftershocks. A few minutes later, he lets out a breathless chuckle. “That was… unexpected.” He kisses your collarbones. “Good, though. Really good.”

You grin back at him, unable to tear your gaze away from his sparkling eyes. “Yeah. Good.”

“You gonna freak out? Try to bail on us tomorrow?” Dean looks at you with a surprisingly vulnerable look on his face. 

“Nah.” You say, casual. “Too much work to change my identity and all that.” You wink at him.

“God.” He snorts. “You’re such a brat. I almost can’t believe that I–” He stops himself, and your heart starts pounding. “Can’t believe that I actually like you.”

It’s not an admission of love, but it’s enough. Dean doesn’t do emotions. The way he’s looking at you, though– it makes you want to do some cartwheels or some shit.

“Hey.” He says, getting your attention. “I do, though. Like you.”

You smile softly. “Same, Dean.”

You drift off to sleep in his arms, and in the morning, he holds your hand as you walk out to the Impala to load your stuff in the back, only letting go when he goes to the front desk to check out while you wait for Sam. He looks over his shoulder at you twice on his way there, and you think that if this is how it’s gonna be from here on out, you could get used to this.

#dean x reader #dean x you #spn reader insert