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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Stop the Violence

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Best Friend! reader

Summary: Y/N has been hiding her abusive past for all her life, and somehow, she’s managed to keep it a secret from Intelligence, and her best friend, Jay Halstead, this long. However, when someone sees something they shouldn’t have, Y/N’s world changes, and the only way she can get through it is with Jay at her side

Requested: Yes, by @virtualreader

Warnings: abusive relationship, talk and depiction of a beating, alcohol abuse

Word Count: 1,764 Words

I tugged my sleeves down for the umpteenth time this morning, hoping that they would stay in their current position, but I knew they wouldn’t. I should’ve just worn a hoodie, but alas, all of mine were dirty, and since I didn’t feel like doing laundry last night, I was stuck with this long sleeved shirt whose sleeves never stayed all the way down my arms, and always found a way to ride up.

“You okay over there?” Jay questioned from where he was seated at his desk across the room.

“I’m fine,” I reply. “It’s just that these stupid sleeves won’t stay down.”

“Just role them up,” Jay proposed. “It’s warm in here.”

“It’s cool,” I insist. “I’ll just deal with it.” Jay hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but ended up not talking and went back to doing his paperwork. That’s when Kevin and Adam entered the bullpen side by side, both with a cup of coffee in their hands. “Hey, guys. Either of you know when Voight’s gonna be in?”

“Uh, no,” Adam responded. “Why?”

“I need to run a quick errand. Cover for me?” I ask Jay.

Jay nodded. “Sure. Where are you going?”

“I’ve got to run an errand for my dad. I’ll be back soon,” I say quickly and stuff my phone into my pocket before heading for the stairs.

My dad and I have never really been close. I was always closer to my mom, but when I was 16, she passed away from heart failure, leaving my dad to raise me all by himself. That’s when the problems began. My dad started drinking more often, coming home drunk after work. During these times, he would become somewhat aggressive. It was just little things though, like grabbing my arm a bit too rough. I waved it off at first because he was grieving over the love of his life, and I was sure he’d get over it in a few months. Except it never stopped. The drinking continued, not just after work at bars, but at the house too. And the violence didn’t stop either. In fact, it just got worse. Grabbing turned into smacking, and then punching. I thought that when I moved out, things would be different. I wanted to stop going by his house to say hello, but he was the only close family I had left, so I continued stopping by and running errands for him. The abuse didn’t happen as often as before, but when it did, I had to figure out how to hide the bruises, hence me wearing long sleeves and a lot of makeup. It was hard keeping this from the rest of the unit, especially Jay, who was my best friend, but I didn’t want them to think differently of me when they heard about my family life.

The reason for my errand was that my dad wanted a few things from the grocery store, and since he was apparently busy, he asked if I could pick those things up. I didn’t want to because I had work, but because Voight wasn’t in yet, I figured I’d just do it now to stop my dad from bothering me for the rest of the day. So, I left the district and drove to the grocery store, hoping that I could get this done as quick as possible. It didn’t take me long to grab everything my dad needed, including beer. I could’ve just not bought it, but that would make him angry, and I didn’t want to face that at the moment. After loading everything into my car, I made the short drive to my dad’s house.

“Dad! I’m here!” I call out into the house as I stepped inside. To the right was the living room, and behind that was the kitchen. My dad was sitting in the living room on his recliner with the TV on, not doing a single thing, which made me mad because I left work for him, but I pushed those thoughts aside and made my way into the kitchen to set the groceries down.

“What kind of beer did you get?” my dad asked as I headed back into the living room.

“Uh, Budweiser,” I answer.

“I asked for Corona,” my dad spoke.

“Yeah, I know, but I had to be quick cause I have to get back to work, so I just grabbed the first thing I saw,” I explain and fish my keys out of my pocket.

My dad growled and stood up. “So your work is more important than your own father?”

“At the moment, yeah,” I reply. Right after I said that, I immediately regretted it. I could see my father’s face change, and before I could even move, my dad stepped forward and punched me in the face, catching me square in the eye. I cried out in pain and fell to the floor, clutching the side of my face, which was now throbbing. “Dad, please stop,” I beg. But he didn’t stop there and took another step towards me, this time sending a kick straight to my ribs. Pain exploded in my side where the tip of his boot had come in contact with me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Just before my dad could kick me again, the door to the house was kicked open, and seconds later, Jay and Hailey appeared.

“Hey! Step away from her,” Jay ordered with his gun raised. My father glanced between me and the cops, and decided it was better not to go against their orders, so he took a step back. Hailey didn’t waste any time and handcuffed my father’s hands behind his back, telling him his rights as she led him out to the car.

“J-Jay? What are you doing here?” I croak out and sit up, which sent more pain throughout my body.

“Hailey and I came down to see what was taking you so long, and to tell you that we’ve got no new cases, so Voight gave us the day off. I uh, I saw everything through the window,” Jay mumbled and gestured towards the big glass pane in the wall behind us. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital, okay?”

I shook my head. “N-no. I just want to go home.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen. I’ll bring you back to my place, and then I’ll call Will over to check you over,” Jay said and held out a hand to help me up. I took his hand, allowing him to pull me up, but pain racked my body. “All right. Lets go.” While Hailey used Jay’s truck to get my father back to the district, Jay drove my car back to his apartment. A few minutes after we got there, Will arrived to see if any of my injuries were severe enough to where I would need professional care.

“Your orbital bone isn’t broken, just bruised,” Will informed me as he examined my eye. “Jay also said something about your side.” I nodded and lifted up my shirt so that Will could get a look at my side. A reddish purple bruise had already began to form, and based on it’s size and deep color, I knew it would be there for awhile. Will pressed on the bruise, and I winced in pain, immediately tensing away from his hand. “Sorry. Uh, your ribs don’t look broken either. But you should be careful the next few days so you don’t hurt yourself any more. You should also ice your side and your eye. That’ll help the swelling go down.”

“Thanks, Will,” Jay told his brother, who left seconds later, leaving Jay and I alone in the apartment. I took a seat on the couch, my back resting against the arm rest, and Jay sat down on the opposite side, moving his body so it mirrored mine. For a few moments, we sat in silence, but finally, Jay spoke up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I sighed. “What was I going to say, Jay? ‘Oh, hey, just to let you know, I’ve got an abusive father who beats me over the stupidest things?’”

“You could’ve at least talked to Hailey,” Jay put in.

“I know,” I state. “But what kind of friend would I be if I made her relive her own terrible memories?” Again, we were silent for a few seconds, and again, Jay broke that silence.

“How long has this been going on?” Jay questioned.

“Since I was 16,” I reply softly, tears beginning to gather in my eyes. “He wasn’t always like this, but after my mom died, he changed. The beatings, they didn’t start until I was in college, but I think that made them worse.” I took a deep breath and wiped at my eyes, cleaning the tears off of my face. “I-I should’ve said something, should’ve done something. I mean, I’m a cop. I should’ve been able to defend myself, but I just let the beatings happen. I let him hit me.”

“Hey,” Jay murmured and got up from his seat. From there he moved to the seat next to me and placed a comforting hand on my knee. “Don’t blame what he did on you. This isn’t your fault. It was never your fault.”

I sniffled and wiped more tears from my face. “I know, but it’s hard not to think that it is. If anything, I should’ve gone to the unit, or at least talked to you.”

“You’re talking to me now, and that’s all that matters,” Jay confessed and gave me a small smile.

“So, what’s gonna happen to my dad?” I ask.

“He’s uh, he’s going to get jail time. He got charged with assault down at the 21st. It looks like it’ll only be a year or two for him in prison, but I am going to make sure he’s never able to hurt you again. That’s a promise I intend on keeping,” Jay admitted. I smiled and sat up, pushing my legs to the side so that I could lean forward and hug Jay. He squeezed me back tightly, and being in the arms of my best friend gave me the comfort I really needed right now.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his chest. “For everything.”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I’d do anything for you. Now, I say we order some takeout and have a movie night. What do you think?” Jay quizzed.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. Lets do it,” I say.

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jujutsubabe · 3 years

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Being friends with Gojo🦋🦋

A/n: ok last friend post with everyone’s fav teacher😌

This man is a TEASE!!! I just know if you breathe a little funny he will clown on you so hard

The two of you just bag on each other so much, you will get frustrated and straight bark at him to shut up while he continues to poke fun at you.

He doesn’t take any of ur comments seriously 😌 he doesn’t mind letting you have the last word but it’s funny seeing how long your banters will last

✨FaceTime!!✨

He likes to get on ur nerves so u already know he loves debating with you

This man will start talking about topics he knows!!! will start a debate with you, like he will just randomly call to debate on something so dumb and trivial saying “Chocolate and cheese go well together don’t you think?”

“Yeah...” you weren’t even listening until the comment starts to digest and you freeze. “Wait what...? Are you crazy?”

*cue an hour long argument as to you explaining why chocolate tastes better with anything else and Gojo insisting otherwise*

(Everytime you talk he turns the volume all down until he sees you stopped talking, then he will turn it up just to insert his opinions again and hear you get even more frustrated)

This lasts until you’re like “You know what...?” *face time ended*

He calls like two hundred times after, and once you finally pickup all he only says, “I won.” Before hanging up😐.

he would def call you at two am only to show you a cool bug outside his window, ESPECIALLY if you hate bugs

(However if you got a spider in your room you can count on him to grab it for you😌 he might chase you around with its nasty carcass but he will exterminate that bug!)

He would def call you in the middle of a mission to show off 😭 I just know Megumi is pissed off.

This man will really set up the phone so you can see the fight, but after like three seconds the phone will drop and have a “poor connection!” Warning before hanging up😭

Right after he will call you all giddy, “Did you see how good I am?”

“Yeah you’re good at this Gojo.” You didn’t see it but you would rather act like you did so he’s happy.

You guys could be on the same mission and he would FaceTime you while you’re in the middle of a fight

You would pick up thinking there was an emergency and he needed you to meet him somewhere, “Gojo? What’s wrong, is everything okay?”

He would grin before flipping the camera to all the curses he took out, “I bet you can’t beat me—“

*FaceTime ended*

Movies!!!💿💿

You find it kinda sweet that Gojo likes to watch movies with his students!

Gojo would def put something scary on so he can see you all squirm and jump around, your reactions are more entertaining than the movie

Whenever you try to relax he will sneak behind you and grab your shoulders, “boo!”

Of course you would jump a hundred feet in the air, cursing him out for scaring you as he laughs.

Nobora would call him so immature as she talks about how she can’t wait to have you as a teacher.

“It’ll be so fun! I’m sure you’re a great teacher!” Itadori perked up.

Nobora nodded, “Mhm, I can’t wait to go on missions with you! She seems so mature doesn’t she?”

Megumi nodded while they all hyped you up.

If your nose wasn’t in the air already it sure was now, “Oh please...you think so?” Your ego is at it peak rn😌😌 these kids are so precious

Gojo would pout as the kids gave you all those sweet praises, and with your confidence boosted you turned to Gojo with a wide grin, “I win.”

Whenever it’s just you two watching a movie, he will take up as much space as he can on the couch before you sit, then pat his lap and be like “You can sit here y/n!”

“Definitely not.” You sat on the floor, you would die before sitting anywhere near that mans lap 😐.....😏.....or would you.....

Once he stops being a jerk he will make space for you, but he is def the kinda guy to rest his arm behind you, idk hot guy things 😌

If you happen to nap on his shoulder expect him to draw on your face or tickle your nose until you sneeze.

Self care 💅🏽✨

Nobora brought a bunch of her beauty masks for Itadori and Megumi and would invite you “You should really take a break!”

Before you can respond Gojo replies, “You’re too kind Nobora!” Gojo won’t even be invited, he just hears you’re doing something and wants to tag along.

(He enjoys seeing you frown, He doesn’t verbally express that he enjoys your company, he does it through teasing you)

I know this man has the clearest most well taken care of face ever I just know it. You guys are all doing your own thing, Nobora painting her toes, Itadori delicately placing cucumbers on Megumi’s scrunched up eyes, and you inspecting Gojo’s face.

“Your pores are so small!” You turn his head in your hands, “and no black heads, how is this possible?”

He shrugs as you continue to talk, he doesn’t care about what you put on his face, he just likes having his face held (especially by someone he trusts!!)

He loves being held and touched and scratched so like 😭 while you are brushing his hair back with your hand and putting little clips in? He is in heaven!!!

While you apply the mask, man’s eyes are falling shut cause this is like a face massage!!

He will lean his head into your hand and flutter his eyes open “I’m really pretty.”

I mean,,,, he is right,,,,,You roll your eyes, “Go back to being quiet.”

Would get his nails painted, like a different pastel color with cute little stickers for each finger so he can kill curses with pretty fingers.

You really don’t understand how you two became friends. (You enjoy his fun energy but you would never admit that!!!)

Scary situations!!👻👻

if anything happens you can count on him to protect you!! He will be there for u no matter what!

Idk how but if you took a mission that’s a bit out of your league, give him a call and he will b there in half a second

He will show off so hard in front of you and leave you really shocked then be like “You good?”

“Yeah, you weren’t busy were you?”

“I’m not gonna be too busy for you.” He holds his hand out to help you up as you grin at how cheesy he is. He will def call a ride for you and ride in the back with you.

Will use jokes to make you feel better/ help you deal with whatever was bothering you.

Once you get out the car expect him to give you a hug, you don’t even gotta ask

Like a big long dramatic hug, and he’s so tall so he’s towering over you and it looks cute.

When you’re ready to let go and say, “okay... alright.... see you—“ he only squeezes you when you try to squirm away.

You roll your eyes before resting your head on his chest.

He’ll pat your head before when he’s done.

“Don’t die ok.” You grabbed his sleeve before he could walk away.

“That won’t happen, you don’t die either ok Y/n!” He smiled as you waved him away and went in your house.

He likes being ur friend 😌

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creativeashproductions · 4 years

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If I Stay Part One // Luke Patterson

Summary: A beautiful day Luke visits a record store to relive the times he would buy an album, but he finds more than memories. He meets you and a connection blossoms between you two and then Reggie and Alex as well. All is well until Julie discovers something.

Warning: Swearing, talk of death and car accident!

Words: 2.6k

A/N: This is based off the movie If I Stay and the movie Charlie St. Cloud. Sorry for not posting sooner, my sister in law along with my three nieces were in a car accident. Thankfully the kids are okay but my sister-in-law in currently in hospital due to minor injuries thus far.

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So, Julie’s life changed dramatically in the lost year and few months, firstly her family lost their mother. Secondly, Julie’s love for music faded until the melody and lyrics were haunting memories. Thirdly, after losing her place in the music program, she had to question her sanity. For in her garage lived three teenage ghosts to her disbelief and horror quite frankly; the ghosts grew on her so much she was in a band with them.

In the hours that Julie was attending school, the boys tended to tour the entire city. They enjoyed seeing the changes that had happened for the two and a half decades. Reggie really enjoyed the western-themed stores, even scaring a little girl with a floating cowboy hat that disappeared once on his head. Alex adored learning about the drastic changes within in the LGBTQ+ community, he had plans for when 2021 LA Pride came in June. Luke, of course, would go anywhere that had music such as music stores, record stores, concert venues and even followed a rock legend once.

“Ooh.” A voice spoke in the record store, “This would be the perfect gift.”

Luke turned to see you gazing at the Rock N’ Roll records with a passion in your eyes and an adorable smile that melted his heart. He couldn’t help but walk closer even if he had no clue if you could see him or not.

“Def Leppard? Definitely one of my favourite bands.” Luke spoke anticipating the usual one-sided conversation. His speculation shattered when you turned to face him with big eyes, “You can see me.”

You nodded your head, pushing your hands into your faded blue jeans glancing around the store, hoping the owner didn’t notice. To your relief the man was oblivious, Luke glanced over before stepping closer.

“You’re alive?”

“Mhm.” You spoke, removing a single hand to play with your burgundy jacket that cinched at the waist to give form. It was open to reveal a plain black shirt that left an inch of your midsection free, “I always wondered if ghosts were real. I got my answer.”

“This is so cool! My friend is the only person that can see my friends and me.” The grin was breathtaking on the teenage ghost. There was a connection between the two that was immediate and intense.

“At least you’re not alone.” You supplied turning to pick up the record, turning it around to read the tracklist. In the end, you decided you didn’t feel like buying it, replacing it you started for the front door.

A college-aged person walked in glued to the screen of the phone not replying as you mentioned a thank you before the door closed. Luke rushed to follow your steady pace in black hiking boots.

“Where are you going?” Luke questioned coming to the same stride as the girl that had taken his attention quickly. His interest had grown when he found he could hold a conversation with her.

“It’s a nice day. I thought I would go for a walk.” You replied, stopping to look around the street with curious eyes. Luke yearned for those eyes to look in his again because he swore he saw a galaxy in them, “Would you like to join me?”

Luke’s head was nodding in response with a new pep in his step as you walked down the street filled with all different kind of stores. Luke recognized Family Living Grocery store as the one that the Molina got their groceries, he and the guys had joined Julie on a trip once. It was one of his worst memories as a ghost, surrounded by snacks and food he couldn’t indulge in.

“So, what’s your story, Caspar?” You questioned stopping to look as at a beautiful dollhouse, “My cousin had one. We actually renovated it a while back for her unborn niece.”

“Caspar?” Luke teased, watching the nostalgia faded from your expression as you continued on the walk. His hazel eyes, greener at the moment, glittered at the different banter he had with you than the guys or Julie.

“Well, I don’t know your name!” You exclaimed turning the corner at a parlour with gorgeous stencilled artwork on the glass.

“Luke. My name is Luke. Hey! I know this shop!” Luke beamed, stepping back to take in the storefront. In the twenty-five years since he last saw it, the blue faded into a teal, but the door was still the same as it always was.

“You have a tattoo?” You asked, scanning his arms bare in the cut off shirt he wore. You couldn’t see any ink on his skin. Luke couldn’t help the smirk on his face at the blatant heated gaze.

“No. It was 1994. We just played our biggest gig at the time, and Bobby decided we should get tattoos.” Luke’s mouth twisted at the mention of his former friend, “Of course we were sixteen and Alex just about fainted in the shop. The guy took one look at Reggie and laughed at our fake IDs. Told us to come back in a few years.”

One of the few memories that weren’t tainted by the betrayal that Trevor Wilson had gone on to do a year after the tattoo fiasco. It was more than not being credited or his songs being stolen, but it was also that someone he wholeheartedly trusted turned his back on them. Luke frankly didn’t care how Bobby coped after that fateful night. Still, he changed his name and refused any mention of his previous music experience. That hurt a lot.

“So, you’re a ’90s kid.” You raised an eyebrow coming to a stop on the edge of the street, pressing the button to cross.

“Technically a ’70s kid. We died in ’95 a few hours before a life-changing gig.” The mood turned sombre as Luke thought back on that one night that life decided to raise both middle fingers at his dreams, “Death by a hot dog.”

The snicker fell from your mouth before you do anything about it but sobered up quickly in the view of his painful admittance.

“So, you’re seventeen?” You asked crossing when the crosswalk light flickered on. Your attention focused on crossing while listening to the teenager.

“Forever seventeen but I would eighteen physically, but if I had survived I would be forty-three.” Luke mused shoving his hands into his staple black jeans with the chains and his constant accessory of a blue rabbit’s foot.

“Oh, damn. I’ve seventeen as well.” You replied dodging pedestrians before humming a to a song you had heard recently but where you did was unknown. You didn’t want to bump into anyone.

Luke glanced down at his watch, somehow even in death it worked, noticing that it was around the time rehearsal would commence. The thought barely ended before a flash of light preceded Alex’s presence. You slightly jumped in response.

“Luke! Julie’s wondering where you are. We have rehearsal.” Alex was surprised that Luke wasn’t already at the studio. He was always the first one holding his guitar for the rest of them.

One glance at the girl beside Luke cemented a reason for his tardiness. Alex could see that you were the reason and a pretty reason too. Alex wished he had your jacket with such a beautiful colour, but the music was more important.

“Oh, man!” Luke panicked fearing that being late would cause Julie to leave the band after the whole school dance fiasco.

“So, Luke. I like your name by the way. I’m Y/N.” You greeted holding back from offering you a hand, your theory would have been proven correct. Ghosts can’t touch other people, all the movies portrayed that.

“Nice to meet you! I’ll find you soon!” Luke shouted seconds before Alex poofed them both away with a single hand on his bandmate’s shoulder.

A content smile appeared before you continued on your way, unaware of the lack of acknowledgement from people on the street.

The next few days, Luke would find you either in the record store or just out front during his free time. He hadn’t realized how lonely he was touring the music entertainment spots until he had your company. Soon you were joined by Alex and Reggie every once in a while.

The three were planning outings with their new lifer friend as Julie grabbed her songbook from her room. She was amused when the three wouldn’t shut up.

“What are you planning?” Julie questioned scanning their animated expressions, even taking in the slight change in Alex’s appearance.

Alex had a braided bracelet of the rainbow on his left wrist that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday. He even seemed calmer and less anxious, as well.

“What happened to Alex?” Julie questioned with a small smirk, “Did you bump into Willie?”

Alex shook his head, “No, Luke met this girl at a record store and then Reggie and I met her. She’s cool! There’s this app she showed us, and it had videos of anything you could imagine!”

Julie’s teasing smile faltered at the mention of Luke meeting someone before it returned once more. She pushed the feeling away as this girl had brought peace to the drummer.

“What’s her name?” Julie asked, pushing the songbook away to listen intently to the new piece of the boys’ afterlife. The three burst into stories of the girl.

“She took me to this cool place nearby where people store their horses!” Reggie burst out, clapping his head, “I already have a country song started! This is so a hit single for our future country album!”

Alex only released an exasperated sigh at Reggie’s idea that he voiced every single day since the beginning of the band. Luke was just used to finding sheets of songs from Reggie around the studio and often his songbook too.

“She also brought me a bag of clothing she had in her house that she let me go through. Apparently, her house is the place where cousins take their old clothing.” Alex supplied striking a pose in his new white sweater with a rainbow logo on the front.

Julie grinned at the positivity radiating off the two boys.

“Is she a ghost?”

Luke shook his head, “No. She’s alive.”

A spark of happiness flits itself inside of Julie before it dissipated because Flynn had already gently let the girl down about Luke.

“What’s her name! I’m gonna find her Instagram!” Julie took out her phone waiting as Alex supplied her the name. Her thumbs froze before she could type staring down at the black screen.

The name was familiar.

Laying on a bed on San Pablo Street was a girl with her eyes closed and a serene expression. This bed wasn’t just any bed in a home. Instead, this bed was one no one wished to be in. A bed with machines surrounding and right in the middle of those machines was Y/N.

The very girl that had met Luke, Reggie and Alex were in fact in the ICU of a hospital recovering in a coma.

“Why do you look like that?” Luke demanded as the colour drained from the lead singer of their band.

“Are you sure it was Y/N Y/L/N?” Julie gulped dread filling her veins as each boy nodded their head and the girl slumped, “I go to school with her. The thing is she’s been in a coma for two weeks now.”

You were outside the record store once more as the three ghosts appeared in front of you each looking the worst you had ever seen them.

“Did you lie?” Luke questioned stepping closer to the teenage girl that furrowed her brows in confusion, “You said that you are alive. Why did you lie?”

“Lie?” You asked, taking a step back from the odd energy the boys had. A look of distraught on each face, “What are you talking about?”

“Why are you here every day at this exact time. Never late, never early.” Alex questioned sick to his stomach as your brows came together.

“I- walk…” You trailed off thinking of the last week in deep thought paling as you had no recollection of going home or getting to the store. It was like you blacked out each time.

Actually, the last time you remember not being with the guys or at the store was two weeks ago.

“I don’t re…member.” You whispered, “I haven’t seen my family since…oh my god.”

Luke stepped closer, terrified as he reached out, hoping with his entire being his hand would go through you. It didn’t. Luke’s hand rested on your arm, still wearing that burgundy jacket. Your eyes flickered between his solid hand and the same outfit you wore for weeks now. Why would you be wearing a jacket and hiking boots in Los Angeles?

“My cousin had been saving up for a trip for her eighteenth birthday. She wanted to go skiing, so we split the cost between our families.”

As if a wall broke, you realized with horror that the college boy that hadn’t held the for you like you first thought. He hadn’t seen or heard you because in his world you weren’t there. No one had acknowledged you because they couldn’t see you just like they couldn’t see Luke.

“What else do you remember?” Reggie spoke up next, noticing that Luke was getting more upset. His eyes going so light the green appeared to be blue and glittered with tears and his heart dropping.

“My parents, my cousin and I were driving up the mountain in the rented car. There-“

Two Weeks Ago

Your head leaned again Lou’s head sharing the headphones connected to your phone blasting the carefully curated playlist. Lou had been living with your parents and you the last six months as her parents were travelling for work. It was a dream because she was like a sister already and vice versa; Lou as a surprise baby with her older sister being ten years older.

“We haven’t been to the slopes since we first got married.” Dad said glancing over at your mother in the passenger seat, “Didn’t we conceive-“

“Dad! Gross!” You shouted, wrinkling your nose as he glanced in the rear-view mirror to smile at your antics. Your mother’s laugh was probably one of your most favourite sounds in the world, it was warm like hot chocolate on a cold day.

“Did you see that video of the hologram band?” Lou asked, not paying attention to your family’s antics, “It’s super cool.”

“We still have half of our playlist to go through. You should show me when we get to the cabin.” You replied, “We could put it on the projector with the others.”

The others being your extended family, including the surprise of Lou’s parents. Your mother pointed out the snow on the mountain gaining everyone’s attention. It was beautiful compared to sunny Los Angeles.

Lou’s thumb was just about to click the video of Julie and the Phantoms against your wishes. You felt the fear before the yell, snapping your head up you watched as a pickup truck hit ice swerving into your lane. The screech of tires preceded the crunch of the vehicles hitting each other. Throughout the surrounding area, the echoes of the crash bounced off the mountains scaring birds away. Miraculously Lou’s phone survived the crash and played the electric video of ‘Edge of Great’ by Julie and the Phantoms. A song you would hum under your breath during your walks meeting the guys.

The snow turned red under four of five bodies. You lay nonconscious a stark difference in the burgundy jacket and black shirt you had painstakingly chosen that morning.

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whisperlullaby · 3 years

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Just Say It And I’m Yours- Ch.5

Summary: Steve is away on a mission and Connor asks you out again and this time you don’t have a reason to say no.

Words: 1766

Warnings: None? Pining, Steve being dumb...just buckle up he’s gonna be dumb for a while. Allusions to toxic family life. (if I missed anything let me know)

A/N: Super special thanks to @river-soul for being the best beta! Thanks to @dreamslikeaheartbeat for the phenomenal banner. If I missed any warnings let me know and please if you’re a minor DNI.

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The weekend went by in a blur. You were heartbroken when Steve told you the almost kiss meant nothing, could mean nothing. You dreamt for months about the feel of his lips on yours and now you would never know what it would be like to kiss him. Steve didn’t want anything more than a friendship with you and after drinking your sorrows away for a weekend you reaffirmed your resolve to be his friend. He was trying to find himself, just like you, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask for more than he was willing to give. After spending all of your free time with Steve, he became your person, and when it boiled down to it you would rather have this version of Steve in your life than try to force something more and lose him altogether.

You knew the toxicity of being forced to do something you didn’t want to do just to make someone else happy. Not just from working in your chosen field, but from your family life. You lived your whole life to please your family only to realize one day that it wasn’t what you wanted at all. When you told them you had a different path you wanted to take they cut you off and cast you aside. It was the best thing to ever happen to you because it let you have the freedom you needed to learn more about yourself and figure out who you wanted to be.

That experience left you feeling self-conscious and compliant, ever the people pleaser with poor boundaries. You were determined to move past those feelings even though it was going to be a long road, you owed it to yourself. Being forced to move to a new city was a blessing as it allowed you to grow into a person you felt more proud of. You met Steve a week later and between feeling confident for the first time in years, and Steve looking at you like you hung the stars, you were beginning to feel like you finally found where you belonged. When he told you that you could just pretend the kiss didn’t happen you swore you heard your heart shatter. But you found yourself once before, you could do it again. It’s not like you lost Steve completely, he just needed a friend more than he needed a partner.

So, you steeled yourself against the heartache. Steve needed to get back to his Captain America duties and you needed that distance to figure yourself out again. He had told you that he was going to be gone for at least a week doing recon work, which meant for the first time since you met him you wouldn’t have Friday movie night.

It turned out to be fortuitous that he was gone because your caseload doubled for the week. By Friday you were up to your elbows in paperwork when Connor walked into your office.

“Hey there, darling. You look busy.”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, it’s what people who are invested in the wellbeing of others look like. Busy.”

Connor snickered. “Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner tonight. No shop talk required.”

You froze. You were expecting it, of course, Connor asked you out every week. This time was a bit different though since you knew Steve didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. Truth be told, part of the reason you always turned Connor down was on the off chance Steve would ask you out. You deserved a chance to be with someone who wanted to be with you too. You were hesitant but you needed to start getting over your crush on Captain America.

“Sure Connor,” you sighed. “Why not? Give me 20 minutes and I’ll meet you outside.”

Connor perked up. “Yeah, whatever you need. It’s not a no this time?”

“It’s not a no this time. I just have a few things I need to finish up,” you tapped the pile of paperwork.

“No problem, I’ll bring my car around.” Connor practically skipped out of your office.

When you heard the door click shut you pulled your phone out and sent Steve a text.

“Hey, I know you’re busy but could you and Bucky come over tomorrow night when you get back? It’s been a long week.”

You flipped your phone over not expecting a response when your phone chirped.

“Of course, doll. I’ll let you know when we land and we’ll come over.”

You let out a cleansing breath. If you were going to tell Steve about your date, you were going to need a Bucky buffer.

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It was around 8:00 pm when Steve and Bucky got to your apartment. You didn’t miss the way you felt relief wash over you when you saw Steve standing outside your door. After they hung up their coats they each pulled you in for a hug. Bucky’s was quick and he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. Steve squeezed you tight, almost as if he was afraid to let go, swaying as he stood there. You melted into his embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“I’m sorry for missing movie night, sweetheart. I hope it doesn’t happen again,” Steve lamented.

“I hope it doesn’t either.” You nodded, moving into the kitchen. “Thirsty?”

“Sure I’ll take a beer if you have one.” Steve plopped down on your couch.

“Same here sparky.” Bucky sat in the recliner putting his feet on your coffee table.

You gave him a quizzical look. “Sparky?”

Bucky looked at Steve then back at you. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re like a firecracker, so, Sparky.”

You let out a bubbly laugh. “Alright, tinman, whatever you say.”

Bucky pouted as you handed him his beer and kicked his feet off your coffee table. You handed Steve his and watched him drain half the bottle as you sat down.

“You better use a goddamned coaster or I swear to god you’re buying me a new coffee table.” You threw a coaster at Steve’s face just before his glass hit the table.

He laughed as he caught the coaster and placed it on the table under his glass.

“So, what’s new? I have to admit I got a bit nervous when you asked us to come over when we got back.” Steve raised his eyebrow staring you down.

You began to fidget. Your eyes shifted between Steve and Bucky trying to figure out the easiest way to tell them about your date last night. You caught Steve’s eyes as they filled with concern. He knew you better than anyone so you knew that fidgeting was a dead give away that something wasn’t quite right.

“Doll, is everything okay?” Steve reached out and touched your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you rushed out. “I just, um, Connor asked me on a date. Since you were on a mission, I said yes. We went out last night.”

You looked up at Steve searching his eyes for anything to give him away. His hand fell from your shoulder and you heard Bucky choke a little on his beer. Steve’s eyes snapped towards his friend as he leaned down to pick up his own drink. You had hoped Bucky’s presence would make the news a bit more casual so you wouldn’t feel the heaviness fill your chest like lead as you waited for Steve’s reaction.

“Oh, Connor? Isn’t that the guy that irons his jeans?” Steve joked. Only it wasn’t really a joke, Connor really liked ironing.

“I mean yeah, but that seems like a livable concession.” You rolled your eyes. “Besides it’s not like I have any other suitors.” You cocked your head thoughtfully playing with the rim of your glass.

“How did it go?” Steve was staring at his hands. If there was anything you were an expert at, it was reading Steve Rogers like a damned book and he was avoiding your eye contact for a reason.

“It actually went really great. He took me to that French place across town, you know the one that looks way too pretentious to eat at. We have a lot more in common than I thought.” You bit your lip before you continued. “I wanted to know if my dating him would bother you. It would definitely limit my free time and I know how much you love my company. Though I think Bucky’s starting to feel left out.”

You chuckled when you heard Bucky scoff and turned your head to stick your tongue out at him.

Turning back to Steve you tried to catch his eye. “I just want to know if there is absolutely any reason my dating Connor would make you uncomfortable.”

Steve considered your question for a minute. He had no reason to tell you who you could and could not date, especially after he told you he would rather be friends. You had almost hoped that he would admit to the sparks clearly happening between the two of you. You were taking measured breaths waiting for him to say something. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky staring Steve down as if he was trying to have a silent conversation. Steve took another sip of his beer before turning to you.

“I think you deserve to be happy. If Connor can do that for you then I am happy for you,” Steve said, pursing his lips.

You felt tears spring to your eyes and willed them back.

“Great, cool, okay.” You gathered the empty bottles and ran into the kitchen. “I’ll get us some refills.”

That was it. You knew you weren’t going to be able to convince Steve to fight for you, and you owed it to yourself to give Connor a shot. As you grabbed new beers out of the fridge you reminisced about the times when you and Steve would stay up late sharing your favorite songs, how when you saw a kid lose his balloon Steve bought the vendor out just to cheer them up, and how he knew exactly how you took your coffee after the second coffee run you made together.

You hoped Connor would be able to give you some of those happy memories, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you something wasn’t right. You pushed that feeling down a little bit further, refusing to listen to it. It was probably just the part of you still hung up on Steve and nothing a little time wouldn’t fix.

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 years

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Thought You Liked Me Too

Part 1 of Not the One series.

Summary: Blaine is just starting at NYADA, spies Kurt Hummel, and promptly falls in love. One issue, Kurt is dating the lead singer of the acapella group Blaine wants to join.

Notes: Partly inspired by Maisie Peters’ song “John Hughes Movie”

Read Part 2 here

AO3

Blaine tells his friends that the first time he saw Kurt Hummel was at the club they frequent.

When they tease him about his little crush, it’s everything straight out of his daydreams. Dancing with Kurt in the middle of a dancefloor not caring who’s watching, foreheads pressed together breathing in each other’s air, and being able to lean in anytime he wants to kiss him.

Except none of those daydreams are true and none of those friends are really Blaine’s friends.

Sam made friends with a bunch of upperclassmen who had connections to get the pair of roommates fake IDs. Callbacks was a primarily NYADA scene so the NYU students wanted nothing to do with it. Blaine had spent the last weeks of summer hanging out with Sam’s NYU friends exploring the city by day and clubbing at The Lion’s Den at night.

He knew once he started school some of his weekend nights would be spent here and others at Callbacks. Hopefully, Blaine Anderson could make friends at NYADA as easily as Sam had at NYU.

It had only taken two days before Sam came back to their apartment talking Blaine’s ear off about a group of guys he spent orientation with, “seriously dude, Dante and I are like long-lost twins.”

Blaine thought the same thing about him and Sam.

“That’s great, Sam.”

“We’re going out tonight. They want me to meet the rest of the group.”

Blaine was still scrolling through his phone, checking his emails again to make sure he hadn’t missed anything from school. They sent out orientation day schedules when he and Sam went grocery shopping yesterday. Ever since Blaine’s been slightly on edge. Maybe he should update his email notification preferences?

“You have to come!” Sam exclaimed, jumping onto the couch. “Please, Blaine! You’re my best bud. I want you to meet them.”

“I don’t know Sam…they’re your classmates.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

It never took much to cave to Sam. Not when he made his lips so pouty.

“Fine, when and where?”

“Yes!” Sam did an air fist bump. “9 at the Lion’s Den.”

Then, Sam disappeared into his bedroom.

“The Lion’s Den,” Blaine murmured. “Doesn’t sound threatening at all.”

Blaine came to learn that The Lion’s Den was always crowded. Even on weeknights. From trivia night to karaoke to wing specials, everyone had a reason to be here. Not to mention their cheap drinks. If you wanted a fun, inexpensive buzz this was the perfect place.

Their lenient ID policy helped too.

The story of his first Kurt Hummel sighting went something like this: Spinning around on his barstool, after ordering himself a vodka coke and getting a weird look from the bartender, to admire the decor. Dark blue walls with high ceilings. Metal lion heads at every corner. Plenty of multicolored lights dancing over the patrons.

That’s when he saw him.

Bright blue eyes in a sea of dancers. Pushing his way out of the center of the dance floor.

He tells their friends for weeks to come that it was Kurt’s silver shirt that caught his attention that night. Blaine hadn’t known anyone could pull off such a color. It appeared to be made of silk and doused in glitter with the way it shined under the colorful lights in the club.

But that’s all fiction. A story he created because he was laughably bad at hiding his feelings. It took four days after he spun this tale for Tina and Angie to ask questions over lunch. By this point, Blaine had already had his heart broken by Kurt but kept up pretenses for the girls.

What’s his name?

Who’s got you smiling like that?

Someone put a twinkle in your eyes.

Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

Even when Blaine knew there was no hope, his heart held on. Kurt Hummel had left his mark on him from just one measly conversation. So, he lied and told them he had a crush on some guy he saw at the club. A guy he didn’t speak to and would never see again. A guy whose name would never leave his lips.

Tina called him a hopeless romantic. Angie insisted Blaine would see him again.

If only she had known how right she was. Kurt Hummel wasn’t just some guy he saw in passing. Kurt had actually been at the bar that night dressed in that exact shirt but it wasn’t the first time Blaine had seen him.

Actually, Kurt went to his school. Not that any of Sam’s friends knew that—they all attended NYU. Blaine’s pretty sure they’re just tolerating him tagging along to their hangouts because of Sam. With the exception of Tina and Angie. They were the only ones who sought Blaine out—asked him to lunch. But even their friendship wasn’t solid. They had just met a few weeks ago when Sam started orientation.

A bunch of freshmen all desperate for friends in the big city. Who knows if it would last ‘til Thanksgiving. Now that school had officially started for them, they would surely get busy and Blaine’s feelings would be lost in the hustle and bustle of student life. The girls would forget about him and if he was lucky, Blaine would forget about Kurt.

Except, the real first time Blaine saw him was at NYADA. It was actually on the first day of school, four days before he saw Kurt’s silver shirt amongst the dancers at The Lion’s Den. He was using his space between class times to tour the school, trying to figure out where the rest of his classes for the week would be. Kurt had found him in the hallway where he had been studying the bulletin board filled with organizations you could join.

From chess to anime to superheroes, Blaine couldn’t choose which interests of his to pick. The only thing he knew he wanted to be involved in was Glee Club. Of which, NYADA had a ton. Luckily, Blaine already had his interests in a glee club narrowed down.

All of the brightly colored flyers had tabs to pull so you had the information to contact them about joining. He pulled the tab for the Apple’s Adams; the only acapella glee club on campus. Blaine had just finished his three years as the lead singer for the Dalton Academy Warblers and was pretty sure he’d get invited to join the Apples.

That’s when Kurt approached him though Blaine didn’t know his name at the time.

“The Apples?” he asked.

Blaine looked down shyly at the green tab in his hand. He met the man’s eyes and nodded. “I love to sing.”

“Me too,” he said, “I’ll see you at auditions, break a leg.”

That was it. No hello, no introductions, just a ‘good luck’ and a promise of seeing the most handsome man Blaine had ever seen again. If Blaine was going to daydream about someone at least he knew Kurt and he already had something in common.

He couldn’t wait for auditions.

The second time he saw Kurt Hummel wasn’t at the club either. This time Blaine was getting coffee. Standing in line debating if he should get another cronut or should he just stick to a medium drip and be on his way. Then he heard this voice coming from a table behind him.

Since their encounter the day before, Blaine had been replaying that melody of “I’ll see you at auditions.” It was getting him through his first week of school.

Friday’s auditions couldn’t come soon enough. Though, in reality, Blaine needed all the time he could get rehearing his audition song. The Lion’s Den karaoke nights these last two weeks had kept his vocals strong but Blaine wanted everything to sound perfect. He had more than just the judges to impress.

He quickly looked over his shoulder and noticed a girl sitting across from that blue-eyed man.

“Come on,” she was saying, “that’s not the Kurt Hummel I know!”

That’s how he learned his name. It was fitting. Sounded like a name that could very well be up in lights someday. Blaine hoped he was there to see it when it happened.

“Rach, it’s only the second day of classes please contain your crazy for another week at least.”

She huffed dramatically. “Kurt, you need to put yourself out there.”

The girl, Rach went on to talk about how she was auditioning for as many off-Broadway productions as she could this year. After all, “we’re almost graduates”. Kurt had scoffed at that remark, “we have another 2 years.”

It was obvious then Kurt was an upperclassman. A junior. Blaine had to stand out at auditions to even be a blip on his radar. He moved up in line, ordered his coffee, and mentally going through his closet for the perfect outfit. Surely tight pants and a bowtie were enough to get someone’s attention but what combination of patterns and colors would appeal to one Kurt Hummel?

When Blaine turned back around, coffee in hand, Kurt was already gone.

Okay, he thought, he already had some practice getting along with upperclassmen. Tina and Angie seemed to like him. Chad and Dante tolerated him—Blaine was cool because he liked college football. Bryant and Xavier were the toughest to crack. He wasn’t sure they’d ever really like him.

But Kurt went to NYADA. He liked to sing, obviously enjoyed glee club and theater. They had to have tons in common.

The third time Blaine saw Kurt was at auditions. He was sitting as one of the judges in the audience. This time dressed in a green army jacket and a tight black tank top underneath. Kurt had his feet up on the seat in front of him showing off his white Doc Martens.

In his wildest dreams, Blaine might’ve wished for Kurt to remember him, give him a teasing wink before he began to sing. Of course, nothing happened. Kurt barely looked his way at all when he walked onto the stage.

It was during the last few notes of Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are”, Blaine found out Kurt Hummel was taken. For a second, Blaine was glad the reason Kurt hadn’t given him a second look was that he was already in a relationship but in the next, he felt his heart sink to his stomach.

The man he had just seen Kurt kiss on the cheek was now talking to him. He was British. And taller than Blaine.

“I’m Adam,” he said, extending a hand, “we’ll let you know by Monday.”

Blaine can’t remember if he shook his hand before nodding and bolting out of the room.

Fuck fuck fuck.

There was no way he could stand to be in that group with Kurt and his lead singer, group founder, and British boyfriend.

That night Blaine had camped out on the living room couch, binge-watching the Star Wars movies knowing he had the day off tomorrow, and eating his heart out Sam found him covered in used tissues and Hershey kiss wrappers, with a half-eaten pint of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough in his lap.

“Bad audition?” Sam asked.

He didn’t answer. So naturally, he just sat next to Blaine on the couch.

“At least tell me you’re watching them in order.”

Blaine shook his head.

“Fuck dude, it’s worst than I thought if you don’t care about the order!”

Sam reached over his roommate to grab the remote control and paused the movie. Even though both boys had seen them over and over again, they insisted on pausing it for conversation.

“Talk to me,” Sam said.

When Blaine couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth, Sam pulled his roommate to his side in a half hug, half cuddle. That’s all it takes for Blaine to start crying, murmuring about his perfect guy being taken.

“I made it all up in my head, Sam,” Blaine whined.

All that’s heard from their apartment is sobbing and gentle condolences from Sam, who is still confused as to why he’s consoling Blaine at all.

He may have only known about Kurt’s existence for four days but Blaine had been dreaming about him for years. Blaine Anderson had their whole life planned after their first interaction. His middle name was “too much, too soon.” When the Andersons wanted something, they just knew. The depths of his soul knew Kurt was his perfect man.

The fourth time Blaine saw Kurt Hummel was at the club. That Saturday in September after auditions Sam pulled Blaine out of bed to meet up with their friends.

“You’re friends,” Blaine had said, head buried under a pillow.

“OUR friends,” Sam corrected. “Tina loves hanging out with you.”

Sam took the pillow off his face and forced Blaine to sit up by pulling on his arms.

“Because she’s got a crush,” he sighed.

“She knows you’re gay.”

“Gay and depressed,” Blaine told him before pulling the pillow back over his face.

Sam ripped the pillow off and tossed it onto the floor this time and sat Blaine up again.

“Let’s go, you gotta get out of this room. It’s been forever since you’ve seen the world!”

“I was at school yesterday.”

Sam ignored him. “I picked your outfit.”

He held up his choice. The mismatched patterns are enough to get Blaine up and out of bed.

Thank god Sam only wanted to model clothes and someone else would be choosing them.

The rest of the night had been going fine until Blaine caught sight of Kurt. At first, he was captivated by him. Did Kurt Hummel always look like he stepped out of a painting? For a second, Blaine could forget that he wasn’t allowed to want him.

Then, Blaine caught sight of who Kurt was pulling behind him. It all came back full force like someone slapping him across the face.

They were laughing together, probably drunk off each other. What he wouldn’t give to know what he was like to have a man like Kurt look at him like he was currently staring at Adam.

All his earlier feelings, everything Sam hoped he’d drink away, came flowing back. Blaine downed his vodka coke, paid his tab, and asked the bartender to call him a cab.

That was that.

Blaine walked home alone, texting Sam when he got back to their apartment so his roommate wouldn’t worry too much. Then, he locked himself in the bathroom and sunk to the floor.

If this was a movie, Blaine knows there would be heartbreak music playing as a camera zoomed in on his breakdown. It’s not Kurt’s fault that Blaine can’t help but picture a happy ending with every crush he has. They just had so much potential to be a great love story.

Now it was clear that was a story never to be written. If Kurt doesn’t want to be with Blaine then he’s just not the one.

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Remember me- A Night To Remember

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader.

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim go own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an as or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics. I know this part is a little weird, but there will be a -A Night To Remember part 2

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

Warnings- some mentions of guns, violence and some minor crime talk, the usual for criminal minds. (I’m bad at writing case talk, please don't hate me.)

Here's the dress I was using for inspiration. Also here are the roses. If the links don’t work, here’s a link to the inspo board on Pinterest.

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Y/n walked into the bullpen a package clasped in her hands. Y/n saw JJ talking to Derek and glanced around, making sure Spencer wasn't around before she walked over to the pair. "JJ I need a favor, " Y/n said softly, holding out the newspaper-wrapped package. "Give it to Spencer when I'm- uh not around?"

JJ and Derek shared a small smile after JJ took the package from Y/n and watched her go over to her desk and begin to set her stuff down. Y/n tilted her head at the small bouquet of yellow red-tipped roses sitting on her desk. Y/n smiled softly and pulled the notecard from its holder. Her eyes were drawn from the notecard to the three bags of gummy bears behind the roses.

Y/n let out a giggle and shook her head with a small smile on her face. She then looked up to JJ with a look of confusion but brushed it aside and sat down as she began to pull the card from its envelope.

'Will you go to the FBI ball with me?-SR xx'

Y/n giggled and slid the notecard into her blazer pocket and grabbed one of the bags of gummy bears, opening it as she left the bullpen to go to Garcia's bat cave.

Spencer smiled as he saw Y/n's reaction to his gifts, turning back to Rossi and Hotch, as they all stood in Hotch's office. "I think she liked them." He said excitedly. "Thank you." Spencer said before he left Hotch's office.

JJ saw Spencer walking back to his desk. "Spence!" she called for him as she began to walk over to him, Derek trailing behind her.

Spencer turned and looked at JJ, confused, seeing the package in her hand. "Looks like pretty boys got a crush." Derek said with a chuckle, nudging Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer took the package from JJ, pulling the notecard from under the emerald green ribbon that was decorating the package. Spencer looked up at JJ and Derek, confused before he opened the envelope and pulled out the card to read its contents.

'I love Walt Whitman, you saw and remember how I like my coffee, here's my favorite book of poems. Remember them- F/I L/I x'

Spencer put the notecard down and went to untie the ribbon when he looked at his desk to set the ribbon down and saw a note on the back of the card.

'PS- you once told me a statistic on recycling and I took it to heart, hence the newspaper. It's recycled.'

Spencer chuckled and carefully unwrapped the newspaper so it can be reused before he pulled the book from the wrapper. Spencer opened the hardcover and saw the copyright page.

"A first edition?" Spencer asked in disbelief.

Y/n and Garcia walked back in the bullpen, Y/n looked over to Spencer and smiled at him before she popped a gummy bear into her mouth.

"Okay guys, the FBI ball is next Wednesday. We just got a case, let's meet and discuss." Hotch said from the second floor.

Y/n followed Penelope to the meeting room and found a seat as the others filed in after.

"Ok, guys this case is in our very own home." Garcia started talking, throughout the meeting Y/n and Spencer took turns glancing at each other.

"Ok L/n you're with me, we'll set up here. Reid and Morgan go check out the first crime scene. Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss go to the recent scene." Hotch said as he closed his file.

"Y/n." Hotch said once everyone left and they began to set up the evidence boards that they had wheeled into the room.

"Yes sir?" Y/n asked, looking over to Hotch as she finished putting up the final picture on one of the boards.

"Did you like Spencer's gifts?" he asked, handing her some more things to put on the board.

Y/n smiled to herself as she hung the things he handed to her, "Yes, I did. Though, I can't wrap my brain around what those yellow roses are supposed to symbolize. They have multiple meanings such as friendship and/or falling in love." she said as she turned around and placed her hands on the back of a nearby chair. "Does that mean his note is 'go to the ball with me as friends.' or 'go to the ball with me because I'm falling in love with you.'?"

Hotch chuckled and shook his head with a smile. "Don't overthink it like Reid did." he said

Y/n shook her head with a laugh before she smiled up at him. "I think just because you said that I'm going to do just that."

Their friendly banter was interrupted by Hotch's phone ringing. "Reid, what did you find out?" Hotch asked as he answered and put his phone on speaker, Y/n listened alongside Hotch to what Reid was telling them. Y/n looked over to the map on the board, mentally putting points on it.

"I think I know where the unsub's comfort zone is." she said, moving away from the chair she was leaning against and began putting the points she envisioned onto the map for the team.

"Reid, Morgan tell everyone to get back here." Hotch said before he turned and looked at what Y/n was doing as he hung up the phone.

After a few days if run around by the unsub they managed to track him down. Y/n went into the warehouse with her gun drawn as she led a few SWAT members in.

"Thomas McDonald!" Y/n shouted, her gun drawn on the man who was holding a knife to the throat of a girl he recently kidnapped. "Put the knife down, and let the girl go."

Soon the team came in and the unsub backed down. They quickly arrested the man and the victim was given medical treatment. Y/n took a deep breath when she stepped out of the warehouse, Y/n shook her head to shake loose her thoughts before she looked at the woman sitting on the back of the ambulance.

"Agent L/n?" a medic called over to her, she looked over to the source of the voice. "She wants to speak to you."

Y/n walked over to the woman and sat next to her. "You saved my life." the woman said, grasping Y/n's hands.

"It wasn't just me." Y/n said as she rubbed her thumbs over the back of the woman's hands, turning her head to nod towards the team. "They all helped." Y/n whispered to her. The woman hugged her tightly causing Y/n to gasp in shock. Y/n hugged the woman back and began rubbing her back in a comforting manner.

"Thank you so much." The woman said. Y/n continued to rub the woman's back, not knowing Spencer was watching her comfort the woman.

"L/n." Hotch called out to her, causing Spencer to look away, as Y/n looked back to Hotch. She excused herself from the woman's embrace and came to join the team, standing beside Spencer. "You did a really good job of defusing the situation, " Hotch said earnestly, causing Y/n to let out a small sigh of relief. "Let's head back to Quantico and debrief."

Y/n and the team headed back to Quantico and began to work on writing their reports. Y/n sighed and rubbed her eyes for what she felt was the thousandth time, everyone had finished and went home. Spencer looked over at Y/n who yawned and rolled her head, stretching out her neck.

Spencer stood and began to grab his things. "Y/n go home, it'll be there tomorrow." he said to her as he walked past her desk.

"Oh! Spencer, yes I'll go to the ball with you on Wednesday." Y/n said as she smiled at him. Spence smiled back at her and nodded his head before he turned and continued walking to the elevators, leaving Y/n behind in the empty office.

The sun rose on the Monday before the ball. Y/n groaned as she lifted her head from her desk as she heard her coworkers enter the bullpen, she rubbed her eyes sleepily as she turned her head in their direction.

"Y/n did you sleep here last night?" Penelope asked as she walked in beside Derek.

Y/n stretched and yawned as she looked around. "I uh- must've fallen asleep after I finished my report." Y/n said as she rubbed her eyes again. "I remember putting my report on Hotch's desk and sitting back down to gather my things and I fell asleep."

Spencer walked in behind JJ, carrying two to-go coffee cups, smiling at the sleepy Y/n at her desk. "You slept here." Spencer stated, walking over to her, holding out one of the cups to her.

"No, I just decided to wear yesterday's clothes and not brush my hair." Y/n said sarcastically before she took a sip of coffee.

"Ouch, Y/n's got bite in the morning." Derek said with a chuckled to which Y/n gave him a death glare. "Oof meow." he said, gesturing a clawing motion with his hand.

Hotch walked in with a chuckle overhearing their conversation. "L/n, JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia why don't you girls take the day, go do girl things." he said with a smile. "Just keep your phone on you."

JJ and Emily looked at each other in disbelief as Penelope squealed and did a happy dance. Y/n saluted with a sleepy look as she sipped her coffee again.

"Rossi, Reid, and Morgan, we all have tuxs to get for Wednesday." Hotch said. Spencer watched as Y/n gathered her things into her white messenger bag before she stood, slinging it onto her shoulder.

"Spencie, thank you so much for the lifeline this morning." Y/n said as she raised her cup in his direction.

"Y/n! Let's go, we've got dress shopping to do!" Penelope shouted from the door to the bullpen, causing Y/n to cringe at the loudness of her voice.

Y/n turned around and motioned her hand in a lowering gesture. "Penny sweetie, too loud." Y/n whispered as she walked over to her, and slung her arm around Penelope's shoulders after she switched her coffee cup to the other hand. "Let's go bitches." Y/n said with a laugh as they walked to the elevators, to go shopping.

Y/n sat in the dress shop, watching JJ, Emily and Penelope come in and out of the fitting rooms, trying on different dresses. Y/n turned her head as her eyes glanced go the burgundy she had her eyes on.

"Girl, go get it." JJ said as she watched Y/n, the dress she decided on, hanging over her arm.

Y/n looked back to JJ, biting her lip. "Should I?" she asked as she began playing with her fingers.

"Oh hell yes." Emily said adjusting the dress she was trying on in the mirror.

Y/n nodded her head in determination, before she stood and walked over to the display her dress was hanging on, flagging down an employee for help. Y/n waited by the dressing room as she watch the employee take the dress off the display for her to try on. Y/n walked behind the curtain after the employee handed it to her.

Y/n stood in front of the mirror inside the fitting room, as she ran her hands down the tulle bodice. She took a deep breath and turned to exit the small room.

"Oh my God!" All of the girls said when they saw Y/n in the dress. The burgundy tulle of the skirt flowed around her perfectly.

"Does it look ok?" Y/n asked softly as she adjusted the sleeves, turning around to look in the mirror behind her.

"Yes, you do." JJ said as she came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. "Look if you do your hair up..." She said as she demonstrated showing Y/n what she meant.

Y/n bit her lip as she looked at her reflection as JJ held her hair up. Emily came up behind the pair and smiled, leaning over Y/n's opposite shoulder.

"You know I wasn't sure about you at first but I've changed my mind about you now." Emily said as she draped a necklace she saw on a display on Y/n's neck. "I saw this necklace and I thought it was perfect." she said as she looked up from the necklace on Y/n's chest to her reflection.

JJ stepped away from Y/n and Emily, and went to look for a necktie that matched the color of Y/n's dress for Spencer to wear. JJ dragged Penelope into the search after they both paid for their dresses and accessories. Y/n smiled at Emily when she stepped away. Y/n went back into the dressing room to change back into she came into the store in. Emily took the necklace she found for herself and the one she found for Y/n, along with her dress, and went to the register to pay for her items.

Emily waited for the girls by the door of the shop. Y/n stepped out of the dressing room, the dress she was getting, draped over her arm as she gathered her bag from the couch she was previously occupying. She went to the register to pay for her desk, smiling as the woman put her dress in a dress bag before she stood next to Emily by the door, waiting for Penelope and JJ.

Once all the girls were ready they walked out of the shop and out to their cars. "Hey girls, why don't you guys take your things home and then come back to my apartment for some drinks and take out?" Y/n asked when they all reached their cars that were parked near each other.

"You got a deal sister. I'll bring the wine." Penelope said giddily.

Emily chuckled and shook her head as she hung her dress in the back of her car. "I'll bring face masks." she said with a wink to Y/n.

"JJ, what are you bringing?" Y/n asked, watching the woman in question put her dress in her car.

"I'm bringing my love and support." JJ said as she opened her driver's side door, putting her purse inside of the vehicle. She turned to the girls, leaning back against the back door. "I will bring the steamy emotion-filled, romantic movies."

"Bring magic mike, please." Penelope said, giving JJ a pouty face.

Y/n laughed with a shake of her head as she watched the girls get into their cars and begin to leave. Y/n loaded her things into the back of her car, careful not to wrinkle her dress in its bag. As Y/n sat in her car about to leave the parking lot her thoughts turned to the roses she had Penelope take to her home while they were on the case.

She began to drive home, her thoughts now turning to think of what Spencer was doing.

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sunlit-squid · 3 years

Note

How about “Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” for the prompt?

For those who don’t know, my ask box is open. Send me a simping softness prompt, and I’ll write a short sbsp ficlet for you. ✰

i’m back on my bullshit. if you wanna read this ficlet on ao3, the link is here. otherwise, ficlet under the cut!

also tagging @wowthwtslame, who requested the same prompt a while ago. thank you!

In the dead of night, while everyone was asleep, winter descended on Bikini Bottom.

By the time Squidward woke up and peered out the window, Conch Street was completely covered in glittering white snow. In fact, the wintry landscape stretched so far, there was hardly a speckle of sand left -- just deep, undisturbed snow for miles on end.

Squidward vaguely remembered falling asleep to the late night news, in the middle of a special weather report. What was it Perch Perkins said? “6 to 7 inches of snow overnight?” Fishpaste. That was going to be a lot of snow to clear up before work Monday morning.

But for now … it was Sunday. And Sunday meant no Krusty Krab, no rowdy customers, and -- perhaps best of all -- no Spongebob. Squidward sighed dreamily. Yes. Today, he would stay in, and tomorrow, he would worry about the snow.

-0-

The setup was perfect: soothing herbal tea, a box full of bonbons, and a romantic drama on the television. Squidward had donned his softest, silkiest robe for the occasion, and was just settling onto the couch -- when there was a loud, forceful knock at the door. The octopus groaned. There was only one person who would be willing to come over in this weather…

Sure enough, a few moments later, Spongebob’s high-pitched voice echoed all throughout the once-serene moai: “Heeeeey, Squidwaaaard!” The loud, forceful knocking began anew, drowning out Squidward’s TV entirely.

Annoyed, the octopus pressed pause on his romantic drama, and trudged angrily over to the door. Flinging it open with all the force he could muster, Squidward readied himself for a scream -- but was instead startled by the faces on his doorstep.

Spongebob was there, of course -- but he was accompanied by Patrick and Sandy, too. All three of them were dressed in wintry ski gear, looking bright and chipper as ever. Spongebob, however, looked oddly flushed, a soft shade of red dusting his yellow cheeks. Perhaps he was cold.

“Howdy, Squidward!” greeted Sandy, waving her gloved hand enthusiastically. “We were just about to head to Sand Mountain for some skiin’, and thought ya might want to tag along.”

“Yeah, come with us, Squidward!” Patrick chimed in. “Spongebob reeeaaaaally wants you to -- oof!”

There was some indiscernible movement behind Spongebob, which made Patrick double over in pain. Sandy, however, continued to smile, a bit forcefully now. Pushing Spongebob forward, the squirrel continued, “Anyway, whaddaya say, Squidward?”

Squidward blinked. This was weird. For one, the trio at his doorstep seemed oddly tense. And for two, Squidward was not a good skier. Or a skier at all, really. The last time he skied at Sand Mountain, nearly a year ago, had been an accident -- Spongebob lost control of his skis, and barreled directly into Squidward (who, mind you, wasn’t even skiing, just spectating). The force of the collision carried both of them across the mountain, and into the icy waters beyond.

After that incident, they both got a nasty cold, which lasted for nearly two weeks. During that time, Spongebob insisted on coming over frequently, just to hang out. I’m so sick, I can’t hang out with anyone else! the sponge explained. But you’re sick too, Squidward, so let’s get better together, okay?

It was the worst two weeks of Squidward’s life -- never mind that Spongebob cooked good meals and watched the same shows and looked really cute in his sleep…

Wait. No. No.

“No,” snapped Squidward, moving to close his door. “Absolutely not.”

Before the door could close completely, however, Spongebob stepped forward, wedging himself in the doorway. “But Squiiidward,” the sponge whined, pouting beautifully. His brilliant blue eyes shimmered in the mid-morning sun. “I wanna hang out with you today!”

The octopus froze, heat rising to his cheeks. With a deep breath, Squidward yelled, “I am not going, and that is final!” before slamming the door in their faces.

-0-

Somehow, some way -- Squidward wound up in the backseat of Sandy’s newly-invented wintermobile, trudging through the snow-packed streets of Bikini Bottom. Spongebob was seated right next to him, singing along to a cheery Christmas song on the radio. Patrick, in the passenger seat, was singing too, but it was clear he didn’t know the words at all.

The octopus scowled. How did this happen?

It was Spongebob’s fault, no doubt. One moment, Squidward was lounging on the couch -- and the next, he was rummaging around the closet, searching for his winter gear. Something about Spongebob’s words -- I wanna hang out with you today! -- made the octopus feel stupid, loopy, and warm.

Squidward was no stranger to loneliness. It was his oldest friend, his most constant companion, and the octopus was … okay with that. Content, even. But Spongebob Squarepants, with his stupid smile and pretty blue eyes and cute face, just had to go and ruin it, every time. Squidward, you wanna watch a movie? Squidward, you wanna go to the park? Squidward, you wanna try out this new cookie recipe? And despite Squidward’s better judgment … whether due to loneliness, or boredom, or what have you … he would say yes, every time.

This was one of those times.

“Hey, hey,” Spongebob whispered, interrupting Squidward’s thoughts. “I’m glad you changed your mind. I always have more fun with you around, Squidward.”

Squidward blushed furiously, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t read into it. I just thought it would be good to get out of the house.”

“Oh, it will be! And I practiced some cool tricks,” said the sponge, waving his arms around erratically. ��I wanna show them to you, okay?”

Squidward smirked. “If you get hurt, I’ll just point and laugh.”

Spongebob stuck out his bottom lip, in an adorable pout. “I won’t get hurt. I’m an expert!”

“Uh-huh,” said Squidward dryly. “I bet you are.”

Spongebob ignored that snarky remark, and instead moved on to talk about the different tricks he had learned. All the while, Squidward’s gaze lingered on the poriferan’s face: the way it lit up, the way it radiated warmth. On occasion, the octopus would glance up to find Patrick and Sandy eyeing them through the rearview mirror. Whenever they were caught, however, the starfish and the squirrel would immediately look away, whistling awkwardly.

What was up with them?

-0-

When they finally got to Sand Mountain, it was apparent they weren’t the only ones who thought of skiing that day. A decent crowd of Bikini Bottomites had gathered at the mountain, either skiing or talking or drinking hot cocoa from a nearby stand. Some children had even gathered at the base of the mountain, caught up in an intense snowball fight. In all, there was a joyous vibe in the air, the unique, special sort that only comes with very heavy snowfall.

Hurriedly, the four of them piled out of Sandy’s wintermobile, and headed for the slopes. After getting their gear and equipment all squared away, Patrick and Sandy turned to Spongebob and Squidward, with strained, too-wide smiles.

“Well, uh -- Patrick and I are gonna test out the new challenge course on the other side o’ the mountain,” said Sandy, nervously readjusting her ski goggles, which for some reason were strapped around her helmet. “So, uh -- we’ll meet up with y’all in a bit, alright?”

Squidward blinked in confusion. “Why can’t we just go with you -- ?”

“Uh, bye, Spongeward! I mean, Squidbob! I mean … uh …,” sputtered Patrick, as Sandy hurriedly dragged him away -- in the wrong direction, Squidward noted.

“What’s up with them?” asked the octopus, vaguely gesturing to Sandy and Patrick, who were slowly disappearing from sight.

Spongebob laughed, a little too loudly. “Oh, don’t worry about them -- it’s -- uh. They’re, uh. Dating,” stammered the sponge, awkwardly. “They’re just, like, super shy about it.”

Squidward did not believe that for one single second. “Spongebob, what is going on?”

Before Spongebob could reply, the poriferan was swept up by two strong, muscly red arms, tossing him in the air and catching him again. “Spongebob Squarepants!” exclaimed Larry, towering over Squidward in that intimidating way of his. “Buddy, you ready to hit those slopes?”

Spongebob giggled as he was tossed in the air. “I sure am!”

When Larry finally caught sight of Squidward standing there, the lobster laughed loudly. “Oh, Squidward’s here! Good!” said Larry, with a huge grin on his face. “You know, Spongebob has some real cool tricks up his sleeve. He’s been practicing a lot just to impress --”

“AAAH!” yelled Spongebob, for seemingly no reason, startling both Squidward and Larry. After a few seconds, the poriferan laughed nervously, and sputtered, “Oh, uh, sorry, just -- getting all my screams out now, while I can. What were you saying, Larry?”

Larry blinked in confusion. “Well, I was saying, that you’ve been practicing real hard to impress --”

“AAAAH!” screamed Spongebob, louder this time.

“To impress --”

“AAAAAAAAH!” yelled the sponge, once more. This time, the scream was so loud, a pile of snow came rolling off the peak of Sand Mountain, and onto some Bikini Bottomites down below. In the distance, someone screamed something about a leg.

Larry stopped talking. Sighing, he put Spongebob down and said, “Look, why don’t we just … head to the slope, alright?”

Spongebob nodded, seemingly all out of screams. “Okie-doke!”

Quietly, the lobster and the sponge began making their way over to Mariana Course, notably the hardest slope at Sand Mountain. Squidward followed close behind them, thoroughly baffled. Sure, Spongebob was hyperactive, energetic, and borderline insane, but this … this was something entirely different. Spongebob seemed nervous, to the point of genuine distress, and Squidward for the life of him couldn’t figure out why.

Impulsively, the octopus reached out to pull Spongebob back, so they were both walking a few paces behind Larry. “You know, you don’t have to do this course if you’re nervous about it,” the octopus mumbled, keeping his voice low so the lobster wouldn’t overhear. “I mean, it’s not like I care or anything, in fact it would be funny if you, uh, got hurt or whatever, but … the Mariana Course is kind of … questionable, you know?”

By ‘questionable’, Squidward meant damn near fatal. The Mariana Course wasn’t even an official part of Sand Mountain, until the Drasticals broke it in by force. Its rocky, hazardous terrain practically financed the new wing of the Bikini Bottom General Hospital.

Spongebob, however, seemed determined. “Trust me, Squidward, I’ve got it all under control!” he chirped. Then, with a small, cute chuckle, the sponge asked, “Why? Are you worried about me?”

Squidward felt hot, all of a sudden. The octopus stormed ahead, warmth clinging to his cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with!”

Behind him, Spongebob giggled. “Whatever you say, Squiddy.”

-0-

Squidward had to admit, Spongebob had definitely been practicing. From his spot on the observer’s loft, the octopus could see everything on the Mariana Course: from the brambling bushes to the sharp, jagged rocks, to the slippery snow drifts down below. One by one, Spongebob maneuvered through them all, with grace, aplomb -- even a touch of arrogance.

Spongebob’s tricks were plentiful, and occasionally scary: at one point, the sponge was suspended high in the air, doing crazy flips and turns, all while his skis raced ahead of him. Squidward was worried, for a moment, that the skis would outpace Spongebob -- but somehow, the poriferan managed to land perfectly, right atop both of them, once again.

Squidward found himself sighing, dreamily. Sure, Spongebob was annoying ninety percent of the time, but the boy was also weirdly athletic … which had a certain, insufferable charm to it.

“Hey, Squidward,” came Larry’s voice. Squidward jumped slightly -- he’d honestly forgotten the lobster was still around. When Squidward turned, Larry was approaching with two mugs of hot cocoa in both claws. Gently, he handed one to Squidward, who accepted it gratefully. “Drink while it’s hot.”

“Thanks,” said Squidward. The warmth of the mug felt lovely, especially in the bitter cold.

Larry and Squidward sat in silence, watching Spongebob traverse the Mariana Course, for a while -- sipping their cocoa and occasionally gasping at the sponge’s antics. The cocoa was delicious, the perfect soothing drink for a day on the slopes. After a lengthy, peaceful silence, Larry finally spoke up.

“Spongebob really likes you, you know,” said the lobster, finishing the last of his cocoa.

Squidward froze -- and it had nothing to do with the cold temperatures. Wrapping his tentacles around the mug, Squidward sifted around his brain for a good reply. Coming up empty, the octopus simply said, “Yeah. He’s made that pretty clear.”

Larry shifted, leaning on the railing in front of them. “You know, he … asked me to teach him some of those tricks. To cheer you up.”

Squidward turned now, eyes fixed on Larry. “What?” he said, stupidly.

The lobster shrugged. “I don’t really know the details,” Larry sighed. “All I know is, Spongebob thought you seemed sadder lately. And he wanted to try and make you feel better.”

Squidward felt both hot and cold, all of a sudden. In truth … he had fallen into a bit of a depression lately. Over the course of one month, Squidward’s creative pursuits hit a new, staggering low: another one of his scripts had been rejected by the Bikini Bottom Art Society; he was laughed out of the auditions for the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic; and, to top it all off, Squilliam had just premiered a groundbreaking musical in New Kelp City.

Already, the reviews were in: once more, Squilliam was rocking the oceanic world … and Squidward was still just a cashier.

Squidward thought that because he was usually depressed anyway, no one would notice if he was … slightly-more-depressed than usual. But apparently, someone had. And apparently …

“Dear Neptune!” Larry’s sudden, loud voice rocketed Squidward out of his thoughts.

“What? What’s going on?” asked Squidward, looking around frantically -- until he saw it. A tiny yellow body, near the edge of the Mariana Course, lying still, so perfectly still.

-0-

Quickly, Larry and Squidward stole a snowmobile from the mountain staff, and hurriedly rushed towards Spongebob’s tiny, unmoving body. On the way, the lobster explained what happened: Spongebob had been in the middle of one of his stunts. Everything was going perfectly fine, until he had to land on his skis again. The back of Spongebob’s coat got stuck on a kelp branch, which flung him to the edge of the Mariana Course. He landed on sharp, jagged rocks, and from then on, did not move.

Squidward felt a pit opening up inside his stomach. Dear, blessed Neptune and Poseidon. Let him be okay.

When they finally reached the cluster of sharp, jagged rocks, Squidward could hardly believe his eyes. Lying perfectly still, eyes closed, barely breathing, was Spongebob Squarepants, a massive, sharp rock jutted straight through his chest. Behind him, Larry threw up in the woods.

After he recovered, Larry sputtered out, “We should -- we should try to move him … I don’t know a lot about sponge anatomy, but if he stays like that, he’ll regenerate around it … and that’ll make things complicated for the docs … ”

Squidward was already moving. The octopus used his tentacles to carefully maneuver his way around the sharp crevices. When he finally reached Spongebob, the cephalopod shivered with fright. It was bad. The sharp rock wasn’t very long, but it was long enough to look horrific, especially embedded inside of Spongebob’s tiny body.

“Sponge … Spongebob?” croaked Squidward, a flood of anxiety washing over him.

There was no response -- only silence, terrible silence, where Spongebob’s sharp, jittering laugh should be. Squidward felt cold. He did this for me. To make me happy. Me.

“Damn it,” muttered Squidward. Before he knew it, he was crying, large globs of tears streaming down his face. “Why? Why are you like this? Just to make me happy … are you an idiot?”

Suddenly, there was a claw on Squidward’s shoulder. Looking up, he saw that Larry was there, quiet yet firm. Carefully, the lobster latched onto Spongebob, and gently pulled the boy off of the jagged edge. Squidward’s eyes were locked on the rock where Spongebob once was for a moment too long. Then, he carefully made his way out of the jagged rock pile.

Larry had laid Spongebob down in the snow, just beyond the pit of rocks. The gaping hole left in the sponge’s body was terrifying to look at, so open and hollow and wide.

“Medics are coming,” said Larry, with a cough. “But since it’s a sponge, they might take longer … you know, because they --”

“Regenerate,” finished Squidward, kneeling down next to Spongebob’s cold, still form. “He’s not regenerating right now … is that bad?”

“Give it a moment,” breathed Larry, going to grab a blanket from off of the snowmobile. “Kid fell hard. It might be a while.”

Larry returned, blanket in tow, and wrapped it all over Spongebob’s body. Then, he stood, and they all made their way back to the nearby lodge, quiet as can be.

-0-

When they got back to the warmth of the lodge, they laid Spongebob down on a couch in the lobby. Larry draped the blanket over Spongebob once again, to try and hide his wounds as he recovered. Now, only the top of him was visible, his yellow nose just barely peeking out.

This way, Squidward could almost trick himself into thinking the sponge was asleep. With that soft, cute smile, those fluttering eyelashes … yes. Spongebob was just sleeping, and soon, he would wake up, and laugh, and all would be right with the world.

As time passed, several Bikini Bottomites came through, to ask what happened. Larry explained carefully, since Squidward could hardly bring himself to speak. At some point, Patrick and Sandy showed up too, looking equally devastated, Sandy muttering something about I knew this idea was plumb awful, why didn’t I trust my gut …

All the while, Squidward held Spongebob’s squeaky little hand, and did not let go for a second -- even when the medics finally arrived. By then, things looked good: Spongebob was regenerating normally. But he still hadn’t woken up yet.

When the medics left, Squidward almost fell asleep holding onto Spongebob’s hand. That’s when Sandy showed up, right beside him.

“Hey,” she said. Her tone was friendly, but her concern was clear.

“Hey,” said Squidward, giving Spongebob’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Sandy hesitated for a while. Then, with blunt simplicity, she said, “I think he could make ya happy, Squidward. If ya let him.”

A funny feeling settled in the pit of Squidward’s stomach. Looking down at Spongebob’s resting, peaceful face, the octopus replied, “But what if I hurt him?”

The squirrel shrugged. “If you’re already worried about it, I’d say that ain’t gonna happen.”

Squidward found himself smiling, despite himself. “Thanks, Sandy.”

She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Don’t mention it,” she said. “Just tired o’ watching y’all play hard to get, is all.”

-0-

At some point, Larry, Patrick, and Sandy went to grab food, in case Spongebob woke up and needed sustenance … leaving Squidward to man the helm. Come nightfall, the sponge finally stirred.

Immediately, Squidward sat up -- just as Spongebob sat up, too, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. Then, he laughed -- thank Neptune for that laugh -- and turned to face Squidward, enthusiastically.

“Did you see that cool trick I did --” the sponge began, but was interrupted by Squidward, enveloping him in a huge, crushing hug.

“Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” cried the octopus, shaking and shuddering with tears. “You absolute idiot.”

Spongebob, caught off guard, simply held Squidward closer. “You know I regenerate,” said the sponge, slightly muffled by Squidward’s shoulder.

“You were impaled, Spongebob --”

“I was? That’s crazy --”

“Spongebob,” said Squidward, firmly, pulling away from the embrace. Awkwardly, the octopus looked down, sighing heavily. “Look, you … you don’t have to go to extreme lengths just to make me happy.”

Spongebob blinked, then blushed. “Who told you --”

“It doesn’t matter,” interrupted Squidward, whose face had erupted in bright splotches of red. “Just -- just be around me, alright? That’s all you gotta do, is be around me, and suddenly I’m all … stupid, and happy or whatever. Whatever! Alright? You don’t have to do … all of this.” Squidward gestured vaguely to the lodge, and the ski courses beyond.

It was Spongebob’s turn to be red in the face. “That’s … it? That’s all I have to do?”

Squidward sighed, and before he knew what he was doing, pressed a soft, chaste kiss atop Spongebob’s head. “That’s all you’ve ever had to do.”

“Aww,” came a loud voice from directly behind them. When they turned, they found Patrick, Larry, and Sandy in the doorway, holding a bunch of bags from the Barg’N Mart. Patrick was clapping, and in the process dropped the majority of his grocery bags. “Great job, buddy! Mission accomplished!” shouted the seastar, proudly.

Squidward dropped his head into his tentacles. “I hate all of you,” he muttered, despite the small smile curling across his lips.

#squidbob #sbsp #spongebob squarepants #squidward tentacles #spongebob #squidward #my fics #sunlit-squid

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spectacularlyignorantt · 3 years

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From the dining table

March 2017

Louis sat in the kitchen looking around, dust covering every possible surface. Princess Park, their first home, the place they bought together without telling anyone and then never sold after the breakup. Maybe because they couldn't see each other and not end up in bed, regretting it in the morning. Maybe because they both knew this time apart meant nothing. They were destined to be together, a love no one could understand, right?

The last time he saw Harry was after the presentation of his single Just Hold On on the X-Factor, but they had not been a proper couple for around a year. If you didn’t count the sex, of course. Louis didn’t. Sex didn’t mean much, not when he knew what it felt like to be in a relationship with Harry Styles for 5 years. They would have stopped seeing each other when the band started the hiatus if it wasn’t for his mom's health getting worse. Harry stood next to him all those months, giving him comfort, keeping her company when Louis was too tired to stay awake. Harry was part of his family, after all. And Louis knew Anne, Gems and Robin felt the same way about him.

The reason for their break up was a mystery for everyone, a question never answered. They belonged together, no one could say the opposite after expending time with the couple for 10 minutes. Either you were blind or disgusted by their love, in a cute way.

Louis knew, of course. It was a decision, more than anything. They felt like the only thing holding them together was the band and decided to take a break to figure out if there was more than that. So they never sold their first home because there was no chance they weren't going back together.

Lately, Louis wasn’t so sure about that. To be honest, he wasn't sure about anything. The sky was pouring like it should be, for mood purposes. The lump in his throat made breathing hard, the weight in his chest holding him down in the chair. He closed his eyes, he wasn’t going to cry. The promise he made to his mother was still clear in his mind and it was killing him. Because lately, it felt like Harry had forgotten about them. With his solo music, the movie, all that pr girlfriends Louis knew he hated. All that glamour, all those lights. Why would he be thinking about Louis? Maybe they were right, maybe it wasn’t destiny but circumstance.

Things got worse recently, after Niall went to his flat a couple of days before, wearing that big old tee and Louis told him he smelled like Harry. He wasn’t jealous, not really. It was Niall, for god’s sake. But Niall was around his baby a lot, they had a close friendship not many knew about. Something about the unusual sadness in Niall's eyes told him much more than the calls Haz never answered. Harry didn’t want him anymore. They were done.

The pressure in his head felt compressive like the one in his heart. All those shots, pints and pot weren’t a good combination. Neither was that boy with curls but the wrong shade of green when he woke up that morning in a hotel room, unable to remember much about the night before. But what else could he do? How could he go to Harry right now and tell him he was sorry for his insecurities? For ruining everything without a good reason? How could he tell him he was sorry? Liam and Oli said he needed to give it time, but everyday felt a little bit more far away from home. So he came back.

There was a notepad where they used to write the grocery list sitting on the counter, next to the fridge. He took it and the pen on the table, the dim light coming from the closed window. He didn't know what to do, how to get out of this pain, this love. How to be himself again.

So Louis did the only thing he felt like he could do right: he wrote a song. It was more of a letter, really. But it was shaped like a song, that was his strong suit after all. And Harry loved to see him write, once upon a time. Used to dance with him in that kitchen, used to make him pancakes in the morning. They used to talk and fuck and chat for hours between those walls.

To Harry:

Woke up alone in this hotel room

Played with myself, where were you?

Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon

I've never felt less cool

We haven't spoke since you went away

Comfortable silence is so overrated, Harry

Why won't you ever be the first one to break?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

I saw Niall the other day

He said you feel just fine

I see you gave him my old t-shirt

More of what was once mine

I see it's written, it's all over his face

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won't you ever say what you want to say?

Even my phone misses your call,

And by the way

Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too

But you, you never do

Woke up this boy who looked just like you

I almost said your name

We haven't spoke since you went away

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won't you ever say what you want to say?

Even my phone misses your call

By the way…

He stopped there, unable to continue. His hand was shaking, the tears were smushing the ink on the paper. What a fucking cliche, crying after promising himself he wasn’t going to do it. Nothing could hurt as much as losing his mum, nothing could compare. So why was he crying? Why couldn’t he just fucking stop?

Louis got up from the chair and walked away from the dining table, leaving the notepad there. He knew deep in his broken heart that the next time he came back it was going to be there. Left and forgotten, just like that house and those memories. Louis left it there next to his allowance to feel sorry for himself. He needed to grow up, get away from those parties and false people. He was going to get his shit together, write away his feelings and find his sound.

And if Harry didn’t want him in his life, then there was nothing left to do, right?

May 2017

The recording of Back to you was finally over and now they need it to work in the music video and he wanted to film it on Doncaster. It felt right to go back to his ‘home’, if he couldn't go back home, you know what I mean? It went well with the theme.

Louis was driving back from the studio to his flat when a notification popped out in this phone: Harry’s album was out and apparently, people thought a couple of songs were about him. Louis wasn't going to be surprised if they were, both wrote about each other a lot along the way. And the fans loved to link things, made up theories about the Larry situation. Something he wished he could out and say ‘yes it was true but it's over now, please stop tagging me, it hurts’. It didn’t. not as much anymore.

Or that’s what he thought until he heard track 4, Two Ghost. He knew those lyrics, Harry had written them years ago. That is what they used to call each other’s public images: ghosts. Images without a soul. What a young and dramatic pair they used to be, back in 2013.

He didn't cry with that one, maybe because of its familiarity. And he wasn’t even mad about the songs about girls, he knew Harry better than that, even after all this time.

Next was Sweet Creature, the one everyone was speculating about, and honestly Harry, ‘two hearts, one home’? The song felt different. Maybe because he thought that Harry didn’t really remember about their lost home, about being young and in love. Too young to know, most people used to say. What a fool he was for listening. Now he knew, and it was too late.

Kiwi was funny in the most depressing way for him, Woman felt like an anthem, it felt like Harry’s jealousy, his deep and most dark possessive behavior. But then, when a chord from a guitar came in he went to his phone to check the name. He wasn’t quick enough, tho. The first verse stopped him right there. It was a good thing he parked in his apartment building a couple of songs ago.

Because there, in the shape of the last song of H’s first album, it was Louis' letter. His feelings in a notepad, in the shape of an awkward song. Almost word by word, Harry’s voice filled the car with calmness and longing, a branch of olive. He was giving the first step. If those little easter eggs along the album weren’t enough, he took Louis letter from two fucking months ago and put it there. He probably had to push the label to do it, with such short notice. Harry went out of his way to let him know it wasn’t over.

Harry went back to Princess Park, just like him. He went back home.

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His friend picked up the phone after two missed calls.

‘Oi Lou, how ya doin?’ the thick Irish accent wasn’t enough of a distraction.

‘Hey lad, I’m fine. Sorry to bother but I need to ask you something’ he could hear the urgency in his own voice.

‘Never a bother mate, whatever you need’ Niall, always the optimistic. Louis loved him.

‘Is Harry staying here? In London I mean’

‘What? What's going on?’ and then ‘Oh, the album is out, innit?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Okay, well, Harry was going to be with Nick today so yeah, he must be doing press shit’

‘Of course, makes sense, thank you mate. I will explain later ’

‘Sure, use protection’

Louis rolled his eyes but didn’t deny the implications. The car came to life once again and he started driving to Harry’s house. The one they used to spend time in when they had some time between recording and touring. He didn’t even feel annoyed by the traffic, listening to the album all over again. Letting his body welcome Harry once again.

Of course, he still had his keys, drowned deep in the glovebox. He wasn’t going to enter the actual house, but it wouldn’t have been smart to stay outside on the street, someone could recognise him.

So once he parked in front of the building and noticed Harry wasn’t home, he closed his eyes and took a breath after what felt like hours. The next time he opened them there was a hand taping on his windows, he had fallen asleep.

It was a big hand adorned with rings and some nail polish. Louis knew what it felt to hold it more than he knew his own face. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Harry was waiting outside, a small smile making just one dimple appear. It was the first time they had seen each other in months but Louis felt like no time had passed. And if Louis was going to turn into an idiotic helpless cliche then it better be because of a boy as wonderful and beautiful as him. There was no one else. Harry was it.

‘I thought it was going to take you longer ’

‘To listen to the album or to get my shit together? ’

Harry seemed to consider his answer for a second, the dramatic little shit that he was. Then he smiled and Louis forgave him immediately.

‘Both’

Louis laughed and took a step closer to the love of his life.

‘I’m sorry, baby, I'm really sorry ’

‘Me too’

‘If you let me kiss you right now I’m never letting you go again. It's your choice’

‘Never wanted you to go in the first place’

‘Right answer’

And then they kissed because there wasn't much left to say. At least not right now. The conversation could wait for the next morning, once they had sex, pancakes and maybe a little dance in the kitchen. For old times sake.

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Soooo, I wrote this because I couldn’t get the idea of Louis writing this song out of my head. And like, it sounds so much like Harry’s writing, this is not a theory at all. But I liked the idea so yeah. It’s probably gonna be my first and only fic about Larry, hope you like it.

All the mistakes are mine and its noy my first language, sorry if the grammar is trashy. Thanks.

#larry #larry stylinson #larry fic #larry fic rec #larry fanfic #fanfic #harry styles #louis tomlinson #canon compliant #but fiction #i don't think they broke up #and if they did is not my bussiness #just so you know

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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perfidy;tom holland|3

chapter 3: the background music

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: you get a chance to get closer to Tom, and you take it.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex (? didn’t proof read

word count: 6k (whoops)

here’s a playlist

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

Hi! I’ve been super busy I’m sorry! And I rewrote this like a thousand times but I like where this is going, so please! Tell me what you think, comments and reblogs are very welcome. (Btw it’d be cool if you listened to the songs)

It’s been a while since you felt your heart halt with excitement. You hadn’t felt your stomach jolt with butterflies since your first date with Timmy. And you kind of missed it, that ever lasting and wonderful joy to experience on a first encounter. The smiles, the tingle and the hand shaking. The little hints of flirting that led to asking someone out. It’s like walking into a movie theatre, with a promise of joy, with the taste of popcorn, and you find yourself walking in with excitement and getting transported into a whole new other world.

Love, like any movie, can be good, can be bad. Like a good story, one that’s promising and you can’t stop watching, and you want to see yourself in the emotions, and feel the air and the breeze.

Love is like movies, some of them you like, some of them you don’t. Movies make us cry, make us feel. Some of them make us laugh, some of them not so much.

And love, it has its own background music. Like in films, there are songs that just transport you back to that moment, to that scene. With Timmy, it was a calm song, too calm for your own convenience.

But Tom, not that you loved him, somehow had his own soundtrack. 80’s chaotic rock n’ roll. Rolling Stones vibes. Every time he walked into the room, it felt like one of those scenes in a movie, a bar with little lightning when the guy with blue jeans and white t-shirt walked in, cigarette in the edge of his mouth, walking in vainly, as if he thought everyone had their eyes on him. They probably did, if you were honest that made you hate him even more, but somehow it was interesting. A character that probably had no other personality trait than being an asshole.

It wasn’t always like that. Not that notorious, at least. Tom had changed from a 60’s chaotic rock n roll. Always rock n roll. You could picture it, if you had to imagine a scene from your childhood with Tom, you’d probably play The Kinks. Picture Book.

When Tom and you were younger, it was absolutely clear you didn’t get along. Constant hair pulling, insults, and pranks. A parade of hatred, yelling, fighting and very unnecessary arguments over very stupid stuff. And yes, Tom was still wrong, Robin Hood was not the superior Disney movie, just to clear that out.

Everyone said it: Those two can’t hate each other more. They were right.

At school, if you ever crossed paths, there’d be trouble. You’d often be at the principal’s office after having a heated argument with Tom or a prank, or…whatever you guys had come up with this time.

It was quite clear.

Your mother and Nikki, however, had a very different opinion on your relationship than anyone else, they were aware of your attitude and Tom’s, but they were still convinced they would fix it, and you didn’t blame them, you’d also be pissed if in the future your children didn’t get along with Harry’s or Sam’s, you’d try to force it as well. At a point, they stopped forcing the ‘future romantic relationship’ bullshit dream and settled with trying to get you guys getting along without fighting. They were sure that the fighting was probably because you had only a few things in common, so they pushed your activities together.

Add in some Johnny B. Goode to remember the following.

First, it was piano lessons. First class and you had already knocked down the piano while yelling at each other. You weren’t welcomed for a second class. Then it was baseball, and Tom had hit your nose with the ball, it had been an accident ‘allegedly’. It wasn’t. You weren’t welcome for that class either. Painting classes, you had painted Tom’s clothes all green and made his hair pink. The teacher had claimed she’d never seen two kids more unfit for art than you two.

So, yeah, it didn’t work out.

Eventually, Nikki and your mother decided to stop trying, or at least they gave up the extra classes. At least not together, Tom started ballet and you found joy in photography classes. You were getting along better since you didn’t have to actually spend time together.

So they’d just ask how your relationship was going and whenever they wanted to have tea together they’d avoid bringing you two together unless you were cool with each other. It made it very difficult that you were very good friends with the twins.

But you had had your secrets, even after everything, you still crushed on him from time to time. However, the last time you had had any kind of feelings like those had been when he had taken you to prom. Of course it had awakened something in you, but those feelings had never come back because he had broken your heart. What else could you expect from someone like him? After that, you’d promised yourself you’d never fall again for him. Not that you fell for him, but you promised that his smile would never make your stomach jolt with joy.

It hadn’t.

Let’s go 70’s music now, maybe. Come and Get Your Love-Redbone.

Even on your 18th birthday, the last time you ackwloedged you had made out---kissed- with him hadn’t brought any feelings. Or maybe, they had surfaced but they had been very different feelings. They were mostly confused and disgusted. THere had been one more thing but... You decided to ignore it. But you hadn’t really felt anything for him, less when you realized how big of an asshole he was to you.

You were sure he had never felt anything for you. He had made it very clear. ‘I’d rather eat a frog than kiss you’. Yet, he had kissed you.

You had once bothered him about it: “Hey Holland, I know why your face looks like that, you said you’d rather eat a frog than kiss me, so you ended up never swallowing that frog!”

However you were now facing a predicament. You had a month, a month to make him fall in love with you when he clearly had no interest in you.

That’s all you could think about as you had arrived at his parents’ place. You had been quiet on the ride back home. You hadn’t even told him how it had gone. But he had let you choose the music. You’d love to change the soundtrack on your relationship with Tom, maybe an 80’s more type of funky music.

You hadn’t told your friends about it, but you had told them you’d be going to a bar later to celebrate. But you had been quiet. You needed to think of something fast because you knew how your boss liked to work, and this was the opportunity of a lifetime. You’d be away for two months and if you didn’t come back with a script for her you’d be screwed. This was the worst timing, Tom was going to start filming in exactly three days, sure he’d start in London and then go to America, but you had to do something quick and come up with a lame excuse to hang out with him. Change the background music in your scenes with him.

How does one make your enemy fall in love with you? You thought of the possibility of changing the script and sending in an idea to Alessandra, maybe you could talk about something that was actually happening to you. The story of your breakup with Timmy? That could work, although your breakup had been extremely boring. No one would like to watch something as calm and boring and that probably was playing the worst music in history.

And if you thought about it, with Tom, it was like one of those sexy chaotic rock n’ roll songs.

How would you make him fall in love with you? And why did you want him to? That’s all you had been thinking about on the way home. Because there was a part of you that wanted him to feel the way you felt back when you were younger. You wanted him to feel that agony of knowing that you liked someone who would rather go eat a frog than to ever like you back. Someone who constantly found ways to hurt you. Who could ever fall in love with such a beast like him?

Tom led the way to the door. And you gave it a thought, all of this was now just a scene, something you were writing, but writing it along the way. And you pictured it on the script. How you could start and use some childhood scenes, and then, to this exact moment, with a little bit more of imagination.

Ext. 1989 London Suburbs-Day.

Y/N gets out of the car, an 86 blue porsche. Tom is playing with the keys and heading to the door.

Y/N

Hey, Tom?

You saw it, you could write it.

“Hey, Tom?” You asked. And you had to take a look at him, and really stare. So he’d know. You knew him, that was your weapon. You knew what he liked, what he didn’t, you knew the girls he’d dated. You had that in your favor, and you knew that Tom loved being noticed.

He noticed that you were staring and you saw him slightly concerned.

“Oh, you’re talking, good,” he said as he cleared his throat and then you finally arrived at his face, arching your eyebrows as your eyes met his.. He’d grown up, but you could still see that kid you once knew. “Are you okay?” He asked. And you saw him, he was weirded out. He noticed you were staring.

“Thanks for the ride, it meant a lot to me.” For starters, you could try to be nice.

He gave you an awkward smile. “Sure.”

You walked to the door now, but he stopped you.

“How did it go?” He asked. And you only patted him on the shoulder.

“Good, thanks for worrying,” and you placed a kiss on his cheek. And you thought of the camera, maybe a close up to the lipstick stain you’d left.

He went red and paused, triumphantly you opened the door and there was his whole family. Of course Nikki would do this. They knew how big this was and they loved making a big deal about it, especially since Tom had driven you.

This was awkward, it wasn’t like you didn’t feel comfortable with the Hollands, au contraire, but there was that pinch of guilt holding you back, you knew what you were going to do and you felt like everyone knew about it. Especially since they saw Tom was trying to scratch the remaining lipstick on his cheek.

But you walked in, Nikki was on the phone, and she dedicated a big smile to you.

“It’s your mum!” she mouthed. Your parents were currently having a perfect vacation in Paris, and if you were honest with yourself, you’d rather be third wheeling your parents than trying to come up with ways to make your biggest enemy fall in love with you. It sounded so dramatic, an enemy. Calling him that seemed so immature and childish. But there was no other way to call him. He was your mortal enemy.

Dom was the one to approach you and hugged you hello.

You didn’t know if they sensed your tension.

“Hey y/n, what’s with the long face?” Sam asked as he grinned looking at you, walking over. “Who died?”

“Her hopes and dreams, probably,” Tom said behind you. “And her sex life,” he laughed, earning a glare by Nikki.

“Tom,” Nikki turned stern.

“What? Didn’t she just break up?” Tom pushed with a smirk.

Nikki crossed her arms, “Thomas,” her voice was firm as she watched him leave for the kitchen, but then softened as she looked at you. “Y/N, long time no see! I see Tom drove you,” Nikki grinned.

“Yeah, he did, didn’t leave me alone” you chuckled. “He was nice, that didn’t last” you chuckled.

“Your brother is coming, too, by the way,” she informed you. Great. But how did it go?” She grinned. “Do you have a job now?”

“I….”

Harry tackled you from behind. “Yes, idiot! How did it go?”

You chuckled as you turned around to finally hug him. “Hi!” You wanted to tell Harry everything, everything, you hadn’t seen him in a while, he was too busy with his own things and his new girlfriend, Emma.

“Oh, you don’t know how much I missed you,” he said.

“Me too,” you grinned. “How are things with Emma? How are you?”

“Good, great, things are… great, I’ve got some news!” He chuckled. “But, okay, tell me everything about the interview, I’m so sorry I couldn’t-”

“Hey, it’s alright! It went amazing! I… Well, it’s complicated, but I kind of nailed it.”

“Really?” Tom asked as he was opening up a bag of crisps. “Then why were you quiet all this time?”

“I didn’t want to talk to you,” you snapped. “Never share good news with your enemy.”

Tom rolled his eyes and forced a laugh.

You turned back to Harry. “But, hey, what is the news?”

“Um… let’s just… Have lunch.”

Before you knew it, you were sitting down listening to Harry and Sam, both of them making you laugh with their stories. Tom sat at the other edge of the table, far from you. This was how it usually went, him far away from you and avoiding any eye contact with you. Everyone understood it, and they didn’t try to push it that far anymore. There were times when you turned to eat, when things were bad, but right now it seemed like it was bothering Tom. You could see he wanted to join the conversation at times but he remained on his phone, or talking to his parents.

Your brother arrived and he sat near Tom, they were friends, and they could talk to each other. And although your brother was aware of your relationship with Tom, he had grown up with him, too so there couldn’t be any hard feelings against them. Besides, everyone in the family was aware of it. This was between you and Tom only, nothing to drag them in.

You caught Tom’s eyes a few times, and you had, against your will, dedicated him a smile or two. He hadn’t smiled back.

“Okay, so what’s the big deal, y/n?” James asked. “I mean, I love coming over for lunch here but, how did it go? Are you an official writer?”

You chuckled as you saw them looking at you. “I well…”

They frowned.

“Well, they asked me to write a script, for a new series, pitch in an idea, they’re giving me two months to write it and if they like it, I am officially working for them.”

“That’s nuts,” Harry frowned.

“That sounds like the worst job offer,” Paddy pointed out.

“Pads,” Sam frowned at him.

“It’s a competition kind of thing, if they like it enough, they’ll produce it,” you explained. “That’s why I’m not as...excited.”

“But it’s a chance,” Tom pointed out. “I… talked to your friend, he… Charlie, that’s his name?” He asked. “And he told me about that and how they’re only choosing between three people.”

Your eyes widened. He had talked to Charlie and that made you feel uncomfortable. “Yes, well, it’s a shot, it’s better than having nothing.”

“But wait, until then you have like… No job?” Sam asked.

You bit your lip. “Yup, but hey it’s… a good shot, I honestly thought Alessandra was going to fire me.”

“That’s nonsense,” James pitched in. “But okay, I’m still proud of you, little one,” he grinned.

You knew it wasn’t a big shot, but it was a chance.

“Yes, it’s still good.” Harry pursed his lips.

Nikki and Dom watched you, and you saw it in their eyes the same pity your parents usually had.

“But hey!” You tried to change the subject. “Harry’s got news too, right?”

Harry popped his lips. “Yeah, uh… I got… Well, I actually, ...it got in, the screenplay, they’re producing it,” Harry explained, and he said it with the softest voice as if he was trying not to hurt you. But this was weird, you already knew that part. “But well, we’re starting the production in a week in… Scotland.”

“That’s amazing!” You grinned.

And his whole family started to cheer for him, and the tension in the room faded out.

Except when Tom finally… realized something. “Wait, in a week?” Tom asked. “Then… you’re not...coming to help me out?”

And the table went quiet. Harry was Tom’s assistant, he knew schedules, clothes, everything. Harry was basically Tom’s boss.

“Yeah, I wanted to talk about that, too,” Harry bit his lip. “I can’t… I would’ve told you sooner so we could find another assistant but-”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Tom cleared his throat. “I’m super excited I just… I need to find an assistant.”

And then you saw it. A chance, as if you had just wished upon a star and it had granted you an opportunity. If this hadn’t been the situation you probably would’ve called him out on being so selfish and arrogant and vain as you usually did, but this was unexpected as if the universe was trying to help you with your plan.

The family started to give him so options and they were trying to find a balance between finding somehting that could soothe stupid Tom and congratulate Harry

“What if… I’m your assistant?” You said, loud enough for all them to quiet down.

Tom laughed. “What?”

“Yeah, think about it,” you shrugged. “I don’t have a job right now, and it’ll be what? Two months filming? It’s a perfect time for me to help you out and write”

Tom frowned, staring at you. “You can’t be serious?”

“Why not?” You grinned.

“Because you can’t stand each other,” this time your brother popped in. “And being his assistant would mean spending this entire two months with him.”

“And he gets pretty annoying,” Sam said.

“I’m used to that, I can handle that,” you said.

“I can’t handle you,” Tom frowned.

“Now, now, Tom it might be… a good idea,” Nikkie said, and of course she would agree. Of course she wanted you to be around him, with hopes of you getting along. And right now, you wanted more than getting along.

“Yes, you’re both adults now, you can be decent, right?” Dom intruded.

“I can,” you smiled.

“No, you can’t,” Tom clenched his jaw.

“Oh, c’mon, Tom, help her out,” Harry said. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll be great, she'd be amazing at planning.”

Tom looked away. “I’ll… think about it.”

Lunch became quiet on Tom’s side of the table, while you kept talking to Harry and Sam. You weren’t quiet, and eventually ended up in the living room, having a laugh and waiting for it to get dark so you could go to the bar where you’d meet your friends.

You borrowed a hoodie and then you were good to go, Sam, Harry and you were about to walk out when you bumped into Tom who had also stayed, talking to your brother, who had just left.

Tom looked at the three of you and walked past you.

“Have fun.”

Usually, he wouldn’t be invited, but right now you were under very different circumstances. It felt different. And there was still that tinge in your ear telling you to back away, no one should play with fire unless you want to get burned.

“You can come, too,” you said as you turned around.

“What?” Tom frowned as he stopped.

“You’re invited,” you cleared up, as he slightly turned to you.

“Really?”

“Sure,” you smiled. “C’mon it’s my way to pay you for the ride.”

He clenched his jaw, but he quickly accepted it and joined you.

Before you knew it, you had a beer in your hand and he was sitting right beside you. You didn’t understand how or why, but he had been the one to sit without a warning. You were in your favorite booth at the end of the pub where you had a little bit more privacy. And you watched Tom, and his cap.

You didn’t stand him, why were you going to risk it all for this? And the idea of being his assistant was giving you a headache.

But you thought about it, how stupid it was of Alessandra to ask for a script based on real life. It was probably one of her most stupid ideas, and you knew that she probably was doing it because she believed of herself as a teacher that was giving the key of art to the interns. When in reality she was only pushing everyone back. But maybe this would be a challenge for you, you’d never written anything remotely close to a love story, only when younger, maybe, but you didn’t like writing love because it didn’t feel like a challenge to you. Maybe it was now.

Somehow, Charlie and Danielle had decided that the perfect way to get the evening going was to ask about your childhood.

There was a live group playing music, and somehow you felt it was a sign. 70’s and 80’s rock n’ roll. It suited the vibe, as the light was dimmed out.

“Man, I—If I’m honest, I think we probably have everything filmed,” Tom said, as he answered Danielle’s question of your childhood. “Y/N and Harry used to carry that camera everywhere.”

The beer in your hand was bittersweet, you had stopped counting how many you had had, Tom kept ordering you both beer, something advised by Harry and Sam, who had pointed out you both needed to be a little bit tipsy to stand each other.

“Really?” Charlie asked.

“Yes, we should pick that up again, you know?” You nodded, as you let down your beer, you brushed your fingers against Tom’s. “It's good to have memories.”

Harry grinned. “I mean we didn’t really stop.”

“No, but you know, we used to literally film everything we’d be filming this!” You pointed out.

Tom chuckled as he took out his phone. “Hey everyone, it’s Tom and I’m kind of drunk here,” he admitted to the camera. “On my side, you’ll be able to see a troll, one of a kind, viewer discretion is advised,” he pointed at you as you glared at him.

“Oh, piss off.”

“See? Oh maybe I’m wrong, are you a witch?” He smirked as he pointed the camera at you.

“Change a letter there, sweetheart,” Charlie grinned. “It’s not a w it’s a b.”

Harry snickered. “Oh, don’t give him ideas.”

Tom shook his head. “Nah, she’s more of a witch,” Tom said carefully as he turned to you. “The wicked witch of the east.”

“It’s the west, dumbass,” you corrected him.

“No, because the one who died is the one from the east,” he winked at you. “And I’m Glinda.”

“You know she’s the real villain of the story right?” You frowned.

“She is not.”

“No, she’s not but—“you chuckled. “I’m drunk. I dunno.”

But the conversation was flowing and you were hinting some flirting at Tom sometimes, like casually touching his shoulder or batting your eyes a bit more, and he was catching up on it. But your nature would show up and you’d end up mocking each other and rolling your eyes. If anything, you could blame it on the alcohol.

“You know, you know what you two need?” Charlie said between drunken giggles. Tom was recording again as he made silly faces to the camera but then started to record you.

“A burger,” you answered, turning back to Charlie.

“With chips, yes,” Tom agreed and you laughed and slightly leaned against him. You had significantly gotten closer to him through the night and you were sure his hand had landed several times on your waist. His hand was slightly now behind your shoulders, resting against the booth.

“No, you guys need to bone,” Charlie snaked. You felt your heart falling down and you quickly shifted away from Tom. He retracted his hand to himself.

Harry burst into laughter. “This dude is mental.”

“These two?” Sam threw his head back. “oh gosh, if you told them to screw they would actually bring nails and screw,” Sam laughed.

“Yes, I’d rather have grounds in my coffee than have to spend 5 minutes with him,” you said.

“And I’d rather eat a frog,” Tom chuckled.

“Just swallow the one in your mouth,” you giggled, poking his cheeks then proceeded to make more faces at his camera.

“I’m serious, all that hatred you’re showing it’s only a facade,” Charlie said. “All of it would be gone if you gave in to that sexual tension you’ve got going on.”

“Gross,” you stated

“It’s simple psychology,” Charlie explained, “you’re both rude to each other because you can’t have the other.”

Harry coughed, “That would never happen.” You saw Harry gulp down his beer,

“Why can’t people just accept we don’t like each other?” You wondered as you watched them.

“You’re like my soulmate but for hate,” Tom zoned out for a minute. “My soulhate.”

“Besides it’d be weird,” Harry pointed out. “We grew up together.”

“That would make it weird?” Tom raised his brow.

Charlie took a long sip of his vodka. “I’m just saying.”

“Well, don’t,” you rolled your eyes.

But the night continued, Charlie and Danielle left eventually leaving you with the Holland’s. The twins left and, you hadn’t accepted their offer to drive you home. Surprisingly Tom hadn’t left either, it seemed like he had picked up on your little flirting game. This was a good start.

“So, you really do want to be my new assistant?” He asked, as he snatched your drink out of your hand, taking a sip.

“I actually do,” you sassed as you took it back, sipping it. “I need a job and might as well have something to kind of do with a big star, you know?”

He watched you. “You think we will last without fighting?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Well, you’ve got a better idea? Have anyone else for the job? You start in three days” you pointed out.

He rolled his eyes. “I know, I know.”

“Besides, I know you, Tom, for better or for worse,” you admitted.

He clenched his jaw. “I guess. You do realize we’ll have to spend an awful lot of time together? And that you’ll have to travel with me?” He was condescending.

“It’ll be strictly business, won’t it?”

“Yes but-“

“I’ll be as professional as I can be, Thomas Stanley Holland,” you grinned

“Don’t call me that.”

You giggled. “Little Stanley…”

Tom frowned. LY/N, see? This. This is what I mean.”

“Ah, c’mon Stan,” you laughed. “I won’t be showing all your embarrassing pictures and telling your stories to everybody.”

Tom stood up, ready to leave. “That’s it.”

You pulled him back down. “Tommy, I’m joking.”

He glared at you. “I don’t trust you.”

“You think I trust you?” You laughed. “We both can lose a lot here, Tommy, I won’t be risking my career in spite of yours.”

He bit his lip, looking away.

“Tommy, please.”

“I...fine. But I need you to understand… You’ll be spending time with me.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, but it came out very poisonous, earning a scoff from Tom. “Why are you scared?”

“Because I honestly think this is the most time we’ve shared without tearing each other apart,” he shrugged.

You stared down at the half full bottle that you’d been sharing. You took it into your hands.

“Ah, it’s the beer, probably,” you grinned

He took it from your hands and sipped it. “Right, alcohol makes us nice to each other.”

“You call this nice?” You took the beer back.

“I’m not trying to ruin your life so yes,” he smirked, taking it back.

“Am I ruining yours?”

“Kind of,” he admitted.

You smirked as you finally took the beer back and downed it. “Good.”

“Shall I remain drunk all the time, then?” He laughed, his laughter was dragged.

“Dunno, it’s up to you, you do tend to get a little nicer,”

He laughed. “Me? You’re the one who hasn’t been able to keep her hands to herself,” he pointed out as your hand had brushed his.

You clenched your jaw. “And you haven’t pushed me away,” you smirked, as you took his hand and pushed it away.

Tom licked his lips as he stared at you. “Well.” He shrugged, as he placed his arm back behind you, resting it back on the chair.

“See? Alcohol.”

He laughed. “I can’t be drunk all the time.”

“I can.”

“Y/N.”

“Tom, I’m joking, and I genuinely want to help you,” you said. “Besides, I’ll have time to write this script.”

He rested his hand on his head, you could smell the alcohol even from that distance. “What will you write about?”

“Dunno, I’ll see.”

“You’re good, don’t worry.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ve never read me.”

“I’ve read many of your scripts,” Tom scoffed. “Not only the ones when we were little, I...also the ones you’ve shown to Harry, they’re all good.”

You frowned. “Thanks.”

“I don’t see why you’re so stressed about this.”

“Because… it’s complicated,” you shrugged. “It’s not...something I usually write.”

“Hm. Is it a love story what you need to write?” He mocked.

“I well, kind of, so shut up, you know I hate writing those,” you rolled your eyes.

“Hm, you do, now?”

“Yes, I don’t think I’ve ever written some true authentic love story,” you admitted. And you hadn’t, you really hadn’t.

“Because you’re the villain of the stories, you said it when we were kids. The villains will never…”

“Never find love, I know. Maybe you’re right. But you’re the villain in my story so…” You wrinkled your nose.

“We’re doomed.” He bit his lip.

“Or…” You grinned.

“Or?” He frowned.

“Maybe the villains end up falling for each other,” you suggested, shooting your shot.

He laughed to himself and turned away. A slight blush upon his. “Hm, hinting a crush again, y/n? I think I’ve been clear with you before, you’re not my type.” His voice had turned darker.

“Oh, please, Tom, I’d never fall for some jerk like you,” you pushed.

“You did once.”

“I was 9 and stupid”

“Oh, right you’re not 9 anymore, but you’re still stupid,” he grinned.

You shrugged. “But not as stupid as to be one of those many who’d fall for you, you know?” “Ah, the I’m not like other girls cliché,” Tom laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, but it’s not really a cliché here,” you pointed out. “I mean if we’re honest, I know you enough to know you’re an asshole, and everyone else sees you through the cameras, you know?”

He raised his brows. “I guess… yet...You’ve always been different, y/n, you know? Like, I’m always on the edge with you.”

You grinned. “Are you now?”

“Yeah, one minute you’re flirting then the other you’re doing this,” he pointed at your glaring face, as you felt yourself blushing ignoring his gaze. “it’s weird. I never know if you’re flirting or not.”

“I’m not,” you crossed your arms. “Not with you.”

“Then who were you flirting with all night? Harry? Sam?” Tom pushed.

“No… Charlie.”

“Charlie? The gay guy,” Tom laughed.

You flipped him off.

He smired. “See? Just two seconds ago you had your hand in my hair.”

“Alcohol.”

The lights were dimmed.

“We should… get out of here, I’ll get us an uber.”

You walked out, tipsy enough to walk and just slightly cold. You knew that asking for his jacket would earn only a laugh from him. He had been just nice enough now, and you knew this could blow up. But you felt dizzy, and to keep yourself steady you grabbed his arm. He didn’t move as he stared at his phone.

“You’re always like that, you know?”

“Like what?”

“You’re like polar opposites in one person,” he commented.

You pushed him away. “Ah great, am I bipolar now?”

“No, no, that’s not…”He closed his eyes. “Not what I meant.”

The car arrived and you both hopped into the backseat.

“That’s not what I meant,” he continued.

“Then what did you mean?” You crossed your arms.

“I don’t know.”

You glanced at him. “And you’re worse, you’ve been playing with me since kids.”

“What does that---?” He frowned. “I never-”

“You always gave me hope.”

“I didn’t. Maybe you were too busy dreaming with me and misread everything, I’ve never liked you.

“I’m not implying you liked me,” you snapped.

“Then?”

“I’m implying you were an asshole.”

The driver widened his eyes as he looked at you from the mirror, you saw he was trying to suppress a smile.

Tom clenched his jaw. “Ah, that I am, but, please, sweetheart but you and I could never be.”

“I know, mainly because I despise you.”

He scooted closer. “And because I’m cool and you’re you.”

“And I’m me?” You saw him getting extremely closer.

He held your chin. “Look at us, y/n we come from different worlds.” He was leaning in.

“As long as I remember we grew up in the same one, yet you still managed to become an asshole,” you pushed his face away from yours.

“I think we’re getting a little bit mean again,” Tom rolled his eyes.

You remained quiet.

“I don’t know y/n, maybe they’re all right, I—”

“Who?”

“Everyone maybe we—have to I dunno,” He placed his hand on your leg and you raised your brows.

“What?”

He slowly wrapped his arm behind your shoulder and leaned closer. “I feel like we need to loosen up a little y/n.”

You felt your heart racing, you were angry, you didn’t like this and you didn’t want him to believe that you actually still fancied him, but this was all working, this is exactly where you technically wanted to have him. So, you had to give in.

“And what do you suggest?” Your voice was low.

“I don’t know, I’m giving in to all your flirting,” He laughed as he scooted closer.

You turned around, and laughed. “My flirting?

It felt like late 60’s, rock n roll

Tom, turned your head back to him. “Please you’ve been doing it since you came out of that interview.”

“Hm,” you nodded. “I remember being quiet.”

“And I remember those lips on my cheek,” he gently poked your lips, and maybe it was the alcohol speaking for itself but you wanted to kiss him, and kiss every single spot on his skin.

You cleared your throat. “Ah, please Tom, I was being nice,” you rolled your eyes.

But then you felt his lips against your neck, you instinctively closed your eyes.

“Hm, maybe be nicer?” he kept kissing your neck.

“Nicer?”

“You know, lips on mine,” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re drunk, Tom”

“Maybe, but you are, too,” and with that he sealed the deal and closed the gap, combining your lips with yours. And maybe the driver had done it on purpose, or maybe it was faith or your imagination,, trying to get a perfect soundtrack for you, but ‘You Shook Me’ by Led Zeppelin was just the exact song you needed to listen to while kissing your enemy. But how far were you going to let yourself go?

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe Chapter 5

Pairing- Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count- 2,497

Warning- Mentions of car accidents, fires, and alcohol. Possible swearing. Fluff.

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him. Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble. The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her. She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school. Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo. The square filled for this chapter is the free space, Christmas cookies. The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will. This has its own tag list and it is open. That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories. This story is unbeta’d.

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Dean went in for a shift the next day taking Miracle with him and you went back out job and apartment hunting. Still no luck on either front. Heading home to Dakota you got out a few more Christmas decorations you had in boxes and added some in the kitchen, and up the wood staircase, being careful none of Dean's hard work got scratched.

You were heading upstairs to your apartment when the front door opened. Turning around quickly you saw a blond woman walking in who seemed almost as surprised to see you as you were to see her. Maybe Dean had found another girl to go out with and was keeping it a secret.

“Hello.” You greeted her.

“I thought Sam was joking, if I had known he wasn't I would have knocked instead of using the emergency key.”

Not entirely sure what was going on you kept quiet.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch what Sam said your name was. Like I said, I thought he was joking about Dean's girlfriend moving in."

That got your mouth semi working. "Not Dean's girlfriend, just friend. Just sleeping together. No, not sleeping, living, I mean staying. I’m staying in the apartment. I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you Dean's not girlfriend, I'm Jess."

"Oh your Sam's girlfriend."

"Yeah, actual girlfriend. We live and sleep together too." She says with a teasing smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Dean's told me a little about you." You told her about your eviction and Dean offering you a place to stay and the brothers moving you out.

She was extremely nice and had a very bubbly personality. She was someone who would be friends with everyone.

"I came over to look at something for Dean's Christmas present, but I don’t want to bother you.”

“No, your fine. I just put a few more Christmas decorations out, I was going back to the apartment. Do you need any help?”

“Do you know where Dean’s tools are? He was telling Sam he broke something and we were going to get him a new part for Christmas. I just need the model number.”

“Yeah, I can show you.” As you led her past the living room she froze looking inside.

“I can’t believe there is an actual tree in here, with presents underneath. In the years I’ve known Dean he doesn’t do much for Christmas at all.”

“I asked if we could, I’ve always enjoyed having a Christmas tree.”

She looks over at you. “You’re good for him, girlfriend or not I think he really needs someone like you in his life.”

You weren’t sure how to respond so you just smiled and led her down the hall.

The first half of Dean’s shift kept the guys moving. One small restaurant fire, then car accident to a residential oven fire. When things finally calmed down and it seemed like they might get a few minutes peace Dean headed to the bunks to try and get a some sleep with Miracle following along behind him. After Dean layed down he was soon joined by his faithful companion. The boys managed to get a few hours before the alarm went off again. Coming back this time they headed to the kitchen to find some food. Bobby would sneak Miracle some scraps when no one else was looking. Sitting around the table Sam turns to Dean.

“Get all your Christmas shopping done?”

“Yep, done and wrapped.”

Cas looks between the brothers, “I think I missed something, Dean went shopping?”

“Yep, Y/N got him to go to the mall with her.”

“Does this mean no gift cards this year?” Cas wanted to know.

“They sell gift cards at the mall.”

“I would laugh at that, but knowing you that’s exactly what you bought,” Sam stared at his brother.

“Have to find out when you open it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely what he did.” Benny injected.

“Alright you idjits” Bobby starts talking as he walks back in. “Don’t forget the fundraiser party is in a few days. Winchesters, you both are on deserts, aka Christmas cookies. Benny and Cas have drinks, preferably not alcohol.”

“Hey Chief, why am I on desserts this year?” Sam wanted to know.

“Do you remember last year's party?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember last year’s egg nog at the party?”

Sam’s smile gets bigger, “Yeah.”

“That’s why. Most of these people are driving home, we don’t need them buzzed before they finish their first drink. The list the other shifts are bringing is on the bulletin board by my office.” He starts to walk away, “Oh and Dean.”

“Yes Bobby.”

“An edible dessert would be nice this year.”

“Hey, at least they looked good last year!”

Bobby left the room muttering about being surrounded by idjits on his way out.

Dean arrives home to find you going through the cupboard, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Alright, I was just making a grocery list. Is there anything you need?”

“Yeah I actually need to pick something up, I’ll come with you.”

Getting the dogs settled the two of you are off to the grocery store. Going through the bakery section Dean stops and looks at the premade desserts. “

Holding up a package of frosted sugar cookies and one of cupcakes he turns to you.

“Do you think either of these are edible?”

“I would hope so since that is what the store is selling them for.”

“Well do you think they are any good, that they taste alright.”

“Probably, yeah. If you want one, just get it. I thought you were more of a pie lover though?”

“Oh I am, these aren’t for me. We have a fundraiser party for the station and I’m on desserts. I’m supposed to bring Christmas cookies.”

“And you want to take those with you.”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

He looks down at the cookies with such disappointment. “Okay then one of those packs instead.”

“Dean, you aren’t going to buy a pack of cookies to pass off as Christmas cookies. You need to make those.”

“Not a hundred percent sure they would be edible then. Bobby said they had to be edible this year.”

“I’ll help you don’t worry. It’s another Christmas activity for you.”

“I really think buying those on the table would be easier.”

Finishing the rest of the shopping you take Dean down the baking aisle. “So what kind of Christmas cookies were you thinking.”

“I don’t know, I was thinking whatever kind I could buy in the store.”

“Alright. How about Sugar cookies to start with. How many do you need?”

“There is usually a good number of people there. Both Sam and I are bringing them. Probably need a hundred each, maybe a few more.”

“What is this for exactly?”

“It’s a fundraiser we have down at the station. People donate toys, and other needed items. Santa is there for the kids.”

“Okay a big group of people take peanut butter out, don’t want to risk an allergy.” You thought through your mental list of Christmas goodies. “You could do the cranberry bliss bars I used to make at work, those are always a hit, and I have a recipe for white chocolate ginger cookie that’s really good. If any of those interest you?”

“You would really help me bake all that?”

“Yeah, I like baking and I have nothing else to do. Plus you are still letting me stay with you and won’t take my money when I try to pay you.”

“I’ll accept your payment in cookies.”

“Great.”

The two of you grab what you need from the aisle before heading to the checkout.

After arriving home the groceries you don’t need right now are put away. The Cranberry bar is made first, so that it can cook while you roll out the sugar cookies. He was chopping the dried cranberries into little pieces for the cake, and having way too much fun with the knife. Miracle and Dakota joined you in the kitchen hoping to catch anything that fell.

“I think the cranberries are small enough Dean.”

“Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah. Any smaller and they are just going to be red dots.”

Your plan was to keep it simple and just do round sugar cookies, but someone had other ideas.

“Where are the shape thingies?”

“What thingies?”

“You know the things that make snowmen, Santa and stockings.” Dean’s hand was going up and down in the air, almost miming cutting out cookies.

“You mean cookie cutters? I can go see if I can find mine.” Heading to the apartment you looked through the boxes to see if you could find any. Luck was on your side, finding a bag of cookie cutters and a rolling pin you made your way back to the kitchen.

He rolled it out the first time and got it so thin you swore the cookies would have burnt the moment you put them in the oven. Getting it all back in a pile you showed him how thick he wanted it to be before you started cutting out cookies. He went through the bag of cookie cutters finding the ones he wanted to use. Grabbing out a stocking, snowman, tree, and a dog bone. To his disappointment you didn’t have Santa.

“Guess, I’ll have to get one for next year.”

You watched him do a few, “Okay I have to ask, what is with the dog bone cookies, how are they Christmassy?”

“Those are in honor of Miracle. We can decorate them red and green.”

“Okay.”

When the bliss bar came out of the oven Dean came and looked it over. “Do you think it’s edible?”

“Do you mean right this minute, because it needs to cool first then it gets frosting.”

“I mean in general.”

“Yes, it’s edible. I made these at the coffee shop all the time. Why do you keep asking if things are going to be edible?”

“Bobby, the Chief, told me I needed an edible dessert this year.”

You looked at him a moment, “Okay I have to ask, what did you take before for a desert that wasn’t edible?”

“Last year I went to the store and saw this container with what looked like cutout sugar cookies. Some had frosting, some were decorated with just sprinkles. They looked really nice.”

“Uh huh. How did they taste?”

“Like bitter disappointment mixed with the tears of children.”

“Oh my.”

“They were so hard you couldn’t even bite into them and if you managed to break off a piece to eat, it had a sour taste to it. Guess that’s why they were on the sale rack.”

“That sounds,” You were trying to control your laughter. “Sounds very delightful. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to try them.”

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. They looked good at least.”

“You are trusted with cookies again this year? Aren’t they afraid of a repeat?”

“Apparently not as much as they were with Sam and the eggnog. He dumped a whole bottle of rum in it last year. He was moved to cookies this year.”

“Getting the guests drunk to be able to eat the food, sounds like the Winchester brothers put together an interesting Christmas party.”

Dean just laughs “Yeah we can get a little crazy now and then.”

“What do your Christmas plans usually include?”

“It’s just my sister, her husband and I. Donna is the under sheriff and some years she has to work part of the day. This year she works in the morning, and I’m volunteering at a pet adoption day in the park. Then we are having dinner at their house.

While the sugar cookies were in the oven the two of you worked on the batter for the ginger cookies.

“I’ll be honest,” Dean started to say. “I don’t like gingerbread cookies.”

“Me neither.”

“Then why are we making them?”

“We aren’t. These are ginger cookies, slightly different. I promise they are good. They will also be edible.”

Dean gave you a hard look before going back to the mixing bowl grumbling. “They smell like gingerbread cookies.”

“They smell like ginger. But if you don’t like them, you don’t have to eat them.”

While the last of the cookies were in the oven you started on the frosting for the cranberry bar. Dean kept trying to stick a finger in the bowl.

“Stop it, what are you five? You can have the bowl when the bar is done.”

“This doesn’t take like regular frosting what’s in it, cream cheese, butter, vanilla, powdered sugar, orange juice, and white chocolate. It’s the last two that make it a little different.”

“It’s actually really good.” You glared at him. “Not that I was doubting your baking abilities at all. Mine 100% doubtable, but you’re great.”

Finishing that you two moved on to the sugar cookie frosting Dean poured a little too much powdered sugar in to mix and ended up with it all over the counter and on the dogs laying at his feet. He snuck them each a cookie to make up for it. Adding some red and green food coloring to two bowls then getting sprinkles out the two of you went to town.

The last job of the night was dipping the ginger cookies in white chocolate. When one had hardened up you gave it to Dean to try.

“I’m not sure I want that, I would rather have pie.”

“Just a bite, if you don’t like it you don’t have to eat it.”

“Fine.” Taking a bite he chews for a minute. “Actually they aren’t bad, the chocolate tames some of the flavor.”

As the two of you worked together to clean up the kitchen, Dean suggested ordering dinner so you wouldn't have to clean up another mess tonight.

“Sure, that’s fine with me.”

While he was gone to grab dinner you took out a few other items you bought at the store. Quickly whipping up a pie crust you grabbed the cans of filling. Just not enough time tonight to make some. Putting some crumble topping on, the pie was in the oven before Dean made it back.

When he walked in a short time later he came in the kitchen with his nose in the air.

“The cookies make it smell really good in here, I didn’t notice that earlier.”

“That’s not all the cookies, I may have a cherry pie in the oven for you.”

Oh his eyes go so big. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about one lately.”

“Man, you are amazing.”

Finishing dinner you took the pie out to cool. That lasted about five minutes before Dean cut himself a giant slice.

Trying to get some work on the house done the two of worked together painting one of the spare bedrooms before the four of you headed to the living room to watch tv.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 6

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With a Heart of Scars Ch. 10

Hey guys! I hope you are all doing well and staying healthy. This chapter splits POVs between Dick and Stephanie because both of them had short scenes.

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Dick woke to a splitting headache.

He blinked up at the roof of the cave and wondered how he’d gotten there. The last thing he really remembered was the building coming down around him. So, who had gotten him home?

“Grayson? Are you awake at last?” a small voice asked from beside him.

Dick turned his head and saw Damian, curled up in a chair, hands wrapped around his legs, wearing a Nightwing hoodie of all things.

“Dames?”

The boy scowled, “Tt, I see you finally recognize me. Perhaps you did not lose all your sense when you allowed a building to fall on you.”

At that, Dick remembered his rescue. The image of Nightwing’s symbol the only clear thing on Damian’s then blurred figure, his terrified tone, and unrelenting grip as he dragged Dick to safety. He swallowed, at the memory of being lost in grief over Bruce, and wondered how much he’d admitted out loud.

“Hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Damian rolled his eyes and laid his head back down on his knees, facing away from Dick, which Dick took as “yes, you did worry me.” He wouldn’t have needed the eye roll to know that. Damian had come after him, hardly dressed to be on patrol with little more than a domino and utility belt to help him, and was here sitting by his bed. Yeah, the kid was upset.

“Drake should have been there.” Damian mumbled, voice muffled due to one cheek being squished against a knee.

Dick pushed himself up so he was sitting, his chest twinged at that, but wasn’t nearly as painful as it might have been. His legs, however, were not pleased with the movement, and Dick winced at the sharp pain in his thighs.

“It’s not like he bailed, Damian. I planned to go out on my own.”

The boy squeezed his legs tighter, “He failed in his duty as Robin.”

“Batman used to go out all the time without Robin. I mean, when I was growing up I only went with Bruce on the weekends for the longest time. A partner is not a requirement, Dames.”

“He has not been a partner though, has he?” Damian asked, raising his head suddenly to level a serious look at Dick, “He has hardly been here for weeks, he left Batman at one of his most crucial times, while you were getting used to the cowl, and now because no one was by your side you almost--” he broke off, swallowing whatever he was going to say, “a building crashed down on you. It is not a question of what Batman has done in the past, but what he needs now.”

He dropped his legs to the ground, and balled his hands on his thighs, “You need a partner, Robin or not. This is a different Gotham than Father’s, if only because you are a different type of Batman.”

Dick was surprised that Damian didn’t tag on a jab at his skills as Batman as he’d done regularly. He expected to be told that he needed a partner because he wasn’t good enough to be Batman. What he had not expected was a heartfelt --for Damian-- speech about Dick needing to be safe.

He leaned forward and took one of Damian’s hands in his own, Damian hadn’t released his fist, so Dick ran this thumb over the top of his hand, “I’m sorry I made you worry. Thank you for looking out for me no matter what, and thank you for being so patient with me while we sort things out.”

He wanted to tell Damian he’d been thinking the same thing, and how much he wanted to bring him out as his partner, but he bit back those sentiments. He still needed to talk to Tim.

“I’ll talk to Tim when he’s back, see if he can stick around a little longer or something.”

Damian pulled his hand out of Dick’s and stood, “Good.” the word was clipped, “Let us hope he decides to stick around long enough to keep you alive this time.”

“Are you leaving?” Dick asked, frowning at him.

He hesitated, “I was going to get Pennyworth and let him know you were awake.”

Dick reached his hand out again, “Stay for a bit longer? You haven’t even told me just how much damage the building did to me.”

Damian sighed, and flopped back down into the chair, “You are surprisingly indestructible. Between your armor and pure luck you only need contend with a concussion, some heavy bruising, and mild lacerations to your thigh.”

“I’m sure Alfred will insist I stay in bed for a week.”

His brother shrugged, “He mentioned something of the sort. Brown and Cain have also agreed to look into the explosion while you are incapacitated. They would have gone after I returned with you, but by then emergency crews had arrived on the scene."

He wrinkled his nose, which made Dick raise an eyebrow.

"It took far too long to rally any kind of emergency response. Considering the time it took me to arrive and find you, firetrucks should have been swarming the area. It is as if something had delayed the signal."

"We'll have to look into that too then." Dick hummed.

He was about to ask Damian for more details, when the sound of a bike roaring came into the cave. Both Dick and Damian looked to see who was arriving. Robin's Redbird bike pulled in, and Tim was just turning it off.

“Damian, don’t start a fight, okay?”

“Tt. I will go get Pennyworth.”

This time, when Damian stood Dick did not stop him from walking away. He hated it, but the kid was dealing with a lot of emotions right now, and one of those was profound anger at Tim, maybe not Tim himself, but the fact that Dick had gotten hurt without Tim there. It was understandable, and Dick was willing to let him go and cool off a bit. Something told him that the longer he and Damian spent together, the more likely he'd become just about as overprotective as Bruce could be.

Dick shook his head, and put on a smile for Tim.

A light, angry, set of stomping feet preceded Damian’s entry to the kitchen. The sound was enough to alert Stephanie of the kid’s mood. She eyed Cass who nodded, having also picked up Damian’s emotional state even before seeing him. It wasn’t like it was a hard guess. Beyond Cass, the kid was the only one who was still small enough to make a sound that light while also stomping, and Dick was downstairs hurt on a gurney. One plus one equals two, or in this case injured mentor plus stomping feet equaled an upset Damian.

The boy stopped short at the door to the kitchen, his face a veritable movie of emotions as he flipped from deep concentration to surprise, irritation, and at last settled on mild annoyance.

“Brown. Cain.” he said, by way of greeting.

“Hey.” Steph said.

Cass waved, and said, “Cocoa is on the stove.”

Both of them waited for Damian to pour himself a mug of the still warm hot chocolate, and settle on a stool across from them at the island.

“So, what’s the news? Did Dick wake up at last?” Stephanie asked him.

Damian scowled down at his drink, “Yes, the fool is awake.”

Steph raised an eyebrow, Damian wasn’t usually so grumpy when he talked about Dick. At least not anymore, especially since they’d gone out and bought all those art supplies. A genius stroke on Dick’s part, one she’d been planning to make him take if he hadn’t caught on sooner or later. Really, the kid screamed artist.

“What did he do to earn your ire?”

The boy tsked at her and sipped at his cocoa.

“We are not mind readers, Little Brother.” Cass said, gently.

Damian huffed, and looked up, “Drake has returned.”

Ah. That made sense. Steph stifled a smile, Damian’s little rivalry with Tim was pretty one sided, and while it had originally be born out of a need to fit in, it was obvious now it was about Dick’s attention.

“He’s been away a while, I’m sure Dick missed him.”

“Tt. That is not why I am upset.”

“Because Dick got hurt?” Cass asked, though they all knew it was the truth.

The boy squirmed in his chair, his scowl deepening.

“It’s pretty obvious.” Steph said.

“You two are insufferable.” Damian declared and took a large sip of his hot chocolate.

Now Stephanie did let herself laugh, “You know, if you gave Tim a chance I bet you’d find him as ‘tolerable’ as you find the rest of us lately.”

Damian tilted his head back, adding an air of superiority to him, even as he sat there in a hoodie too big for him, cupping hot chocolate in a Superman mug, “If he were here more often, then perhaps I could.”

“That, I can't fault.” Steph said, “But I won’t judge him for his actions either.”

“How is Dick?” Cass asked, changing the conversation.

Damian looked relieved he didn’t have to answer any more questions about his ‘rival’ and tapped a finger on the side of his mug.

“He is surprisingly well, and in far too good a mood for a man who had a building fall on him.”

There was something fond about Damian’s tone, even if he meant it to be dismissive. Steph was oh so tempted to tease him, but held off.

“Good.” she said, shifting in her chair, “Hey, what do you say to a trip to the park tomorrow? I need to get out and get some fresh air that’s not tinged with doom, gloom, and nighttime, and you told me you were bored of painting Alfred’s garden. A change of scenery would be fun.”

“You are trying to ensure I do not start a fight with Drake.”

Steph dropped her mouth open in an imitation of surprise, “Me? Never. I just thought you might want a change of scenery, and --since you’re ten and most certainty grounded from being alone in any kind of vehicle after tonight-- might need a ride.”

Damian groaned, “Pennyworth told you?”

She grinned, “A good deed does not go unpunished.”

The kid glared at her for a moment before nodding, “Fine, but I will not go to the last park we visited. The duck pond had no ducks at all.”

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Green Light, Red Light

Request: Yes / No Hi can I please get a Spencer Reid x reader where if you’ve seen the 12 season where cat has his mom and tells him that she’s pregnant with his kids and tells him she did it because she Convince him that he was doing it with Maeve and reader over hears them and she starts to feel the she was just a rebound to him and they get in a fight about how she’s Insecure about their relationship and can it end in fluff please and if you can thank you 🙏🏼 sorry if this doesn’t make sense or sounds Messy Anon

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Emily had just called me and told me to come to the office. I dropped everything immediately and rushed to work. I just knew it was something about Spencer. God I hope he’s okay… As soon as I got there I rushed into her office, Rossi was already in there.

“Emily, I came as fast as I could. What’s happened? Is Spencer okay?” I asked, worry clearly in my voice.

“Thank you for coming Y/N, Fiona and I went to see Reid.” She said.

“And? Is he okay?” I asked.

“He said his Mother was in trouble.” She said and I looked at her confused.

“Were Reid and Diana scheduled to have a visit?” Rossi asked.

“He didn’t think so, but it happened anyway.” Emily answered.

“What did Cassie say?” I asked.

“Cassie didn’t bring Diana. Another nurse did, a Carol Atkinson.” She answered and I looked at her confused.

“Cassie would never let another nurse take care of her.” I said.

“Garcia’s running a search on the name now, but it’s an alias.” She said.

“For who?” Rossi asked before I could.

“Lindsey Vaughn.” She said.

“Lindsey Vaughn? From that case in Chula Vista ten years ago?” Rossi asked.

“You remember it.” Emily said.

“But how could it be her now? And why?” He asked.

“I asked him the same thing.” She said.

“And how did that go?” He asked.

“He slammed the table and ended up being escorted out by guards.” She said and I bit my lip. My poor Spencer…

“Any chance he’s wrong?” Rossi asked.

“Well, Reid did smell Scratch’s drugs before the murder, and he said there was another woman in the room with them.” She said.

“No, there’s no way he could be wrong, this is Spencer we’re talking about!” I said and they sighed.

“Well, if Lindsey took Diana to visit, where’s Cassie?” Rossi asked.

“We don’t know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she’s not returning texts either. Y/N, when was the last time you talked to her?” She asked me.

“Um, a few weeks ago. She was giving me updates about Diana and said that I should come and visit, that it might help her.” I answered. I was now regretting not visiting her sooner, who knows what might be happening to her now…

“And Garcia pinged it?” Rossi asked.

“She tried, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off. Walker and JJ are on their way to Reid’s apartment now.” Emily said.

“I should be going with them.” I said, but Emily shook her head.

“You’re too close to this Y/N.” She said.

“We’re all close to this Emily.” I said and she sighed.

“I know, but I can’t send you out there until we have something.” She said and I sighed. I understood why, but I just wanted to help Spencer and save Diana if she was really in trouble.

“So what if this has been a Scratch-Lindsey partnership this whole time?” Rossi asked.

“If that’s true, given his mental state, I’m not sure Reid makes it to trial.” Emily said and I felt my heart break.

“I-I need to see him.” I said and Emily shook her head.

“You can’t right now, he’s not being allowed visitors.” She said and I bit my lip to keep from crying.

“Hey, he’ll be alright.” Rossi said and I nodded.

“Here, take some paperwork to keep you distracted, I’ll call everyone in when we get news from JJ.” Emily said and I nodded. I took the papers and went to my desk. I needed to keep my mind off Spencer, but that was probably the hardest thing to do.

It was maybe ten minutes later when I heard someone walk up to my desk. I looked up and saw Garcia giving me a sad smile. I returned the smile and she pulled me in for a hug.

“Emily wants us in the round table room.” She said and I nodded.

“Is Diana okay?” I asked.

“We don’t know yet...” She answered and I bit my lip once again. We all sat down and everyone gave me a sad smile. I wanted this done with, I wanted the pitty looks to go away. I wanted everything to go back to normal.

“We first came across the Vaughns ten years ago when Lindsey Vaughn and her friend Katie Owen were abducted outside of a crowded movie theater by three men.” Emily said as Garcia handed us the files.

“Ryan Phillips, the traid’s dominant, tortured and strangled Katie.” Rossi said.

“Jack Vaughn then took matters into his own hands, using his skills to find Lindsey.” Emily said.

“It ended when Jack murdered Phillips in front of her and Reid.” Rossi said.

“They let him stay in the program after that?” Luke asked.

“Jack was too important a witness to cut loose.” Rossi said.

“And no one’s heard from either of them till now?” Tara asked.

“That’s right.” Emily said with a nod.

“Lindsey was posing as a nurse named Carol Atkinson, and was able to get Diana Reid in and out of the Millburn Correctional Facility.” Garcia said, pulling up the prison’s security video.

“And despite all the cameras, this is the only one that picked her up.” Rossi said.

“So she knew exactly where they were and how to avoid them.” I said. The phone started ringing and Garcia immediately answered it.

“Please tell me you have good news.” She said.

“Well, Diana and Cassie aren’t here.” JJ said.

“There’s no forced entry and no signs of struggle. And Cassie’s car is gone.” Walker answered.

“Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?” Emily asked.

“I don;t have anything yet.” She answered.

“Okay. Also, search recent traffic in and out of Reid’s apartment. Lindsey probably entered as Carol.” Emily said.

“Copy, copy.” She said and got to work.

“I know Diana’s routen, I should go out there.” I said.

“No Y/N, you’re not allowed to investigate this outside of this office, not yet.” Emily said. I was growing desperate, I needed to help Spencer.

“I know her routen too, Stephen and I will hit up those places first.” JJ said and hung up.

“The rest of us need to find Lindsey ASAP.” Emily said.

“I know a marshal that can help cut through Witsec’s red tape.” Luke said and walked off.

“Yeah, I’m friendly with some people at Homeland Security.” Tara said, also walking off.

“I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, there was degraded female DNA and prints found at the crime scene. No matches in Codis, but there might be something in Witsec.” Emily said.

“I’ll pull every favor, turn every stone.” Garcia said and walked off.

“Are we gonna tell Spencer?” I asked.

“Not yet. I don’t want to add more stress for him.” Emily said. Rossi walked off to go see his friend.

“Emily, you need to give me something to do. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and we both know I can’t just go home.” I said following her into her office.

“Go help Garcia, I can’t let you go out there right now, I’m sorry.” She said and I nodded.

“I get it, I’m way too close to him, more than you guys are, but when it comes time to go out there and do something I need to be there too.” I said and she nodded.

“I wouldn’t keep you from that.” She said and I nodded.

I was helping Garcia with whatever she needed. I wasn’t as tech savvy as she is, but I was good enough to help out. We were working on anything that could give us a lead when her phone rang.

“Garcia.” Luke said.

“What do you need?” She asked.

“Metro P.D. found Cassie’s car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or DIana. No foul play. There are… There are three visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.” Luke said.

“I can tap into them, see what I can find.” Garcia said getting to work.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?” She asked.

“Please.” He said and we were all in the call now.

“Walker, JJ, you’re on with Alvez, me, and Y/N.” She said when she answered.

“Hey guys, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.” Walker said and my heart sank.

“Alright, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now. Forensically, it’s a dead end, but, us, behaviorally we might have something.” Luke explained. It’s parked down the block from a high school.” Luke said.

“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer.” JJ said.

“Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.” Walker said.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Luke said.

“I can look into that. I can- Oh!” Garcia said cutting herself off. I looked over at her screen to see what was happening.

“Garcia?” JJ asked.

“Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from Ried. She paid six months of her rent up front in cash, and there’s been not a peep from her since.” She said and I looked at the document she pulled up with wide eyes.

“How’s Jaime connected to Lindsey?” Luke asked.

“Jaime is Lindsey…” I said shocked.

“I’m twenty minutes from Reid’s apartment.” Luke said.

“Yeah, we’re ten.” JJ said and they were on their way.

“I-I have to go out there…” I said.

“No, you can't, Emily said you can’t.” Garcai said.

“This is my boyfriend we’re talking about! I have to do something!” I said, tears threatening to fall. Garcia pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly.

“I know hun, but we’ll get her.” She said.

Emily came in and caught us up, Cassie was dead. Lindsey killed her and took Diana. Spencer was right. Emily went back to her office to have a meeting with Luke and his friend, but I followed and stayed in the bullpen.

“I’m going to the prison. Reid deserves to know everything.” Emily said walking out.

“I’m coming with you.” I said.

“Y/N, you know you-”

“Emily please, I need to see him. I need to know he’s okay.” I begged, cutting her off. She looked at me and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go.” She said and off we went to the prison.

“Wait here, I’ll give you two some time once I finish telling him okay?” She asked and I nodded. Emily was inside and they were talking. Spencer walked up to the door and banged on it. I stopped the guard from opening it and I opened it instead.

“Y-Y/N?” Spencer asked shocked. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he was arrested.

“Spencer, oh my God…” I said with tears in my eyes. I knew the rules, I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest.

“Hey, no touching allowed.” The guard said.

“It’s alright.” Emily said walking over to us.

“You two have until I come back, then we leave Y/N.” She said and I nodded. Spencer and I walked back into the room and once again hugged him.

“I’ve missed you so much…” I said finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back for so long free. Spencer wrapped his arms around me and it felt like home.

“I’m so so sorry about your Mom Spence, but I swear to you that I will find her no matter what. Even if it costs me my job I will find her.” I said gently caressing his cheek.

“Does she know about us?” He asked referring to Lindsey.

“Yes…” I answered.

“You need to stay away from this.” He whispered.

“You know I can’t do that.” I whispered back.

“You need to, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” He said.

“I’ll be find Spence, everything will be fine.” I said. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away from me…

“You need to go. You need to stay off this case, you need to work on something else.” He said turning his back to me.

“You know I will not do that. I won’t stop until you’re free and your Mother is home safe!” I said. I stared at his back in shock, Spencer had changed… The door opened and Emily walked in.

“It’s time to go Y/N.” She said and I nodded.

“I promise Spence, we’ll find her and get you out of here.” I said before leaving the room with Emily.

“How’d it go?” She asked.

“Not as well as I hoped…” I quietly answered.

“He’ll come around.” She said and I just nodded. Why would he want me to stop? Why wouldn’t he want to kiss me? Why wouldn’t he be happy to see me?

We made it back to the office and Emily went straight for the roundtable room. I was still in a daze, but I followed her in. The team was there walking and Rossi looked up at us when we walked in.

“How’d it go with Reid?” He asked.

“As expected. He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on his legacy.” Emily said.

“Makes sense, given her Daddy issues.” Rossi said.

“And I spoke to the Warden about putting Reid in protective custody, but he said no.” Emily said and I sighed.

“Okay, more ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and, oh my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.” Garcia said.

“How busy?” Tara asked.

“That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last five years.” She answered.

“Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point.” JJ said.

“That’s our Lindsey.” Rossi said.

“You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.” JJ said.

“And each of the victims have apparent Cartel ties.” Garcia.

“So, Lindsey’s been a Cartel hit woman ever since she left the program.” Tara said.

“Okay, but why is she using her Dad’s gun? That helps us, and it’s risky for her.” Garcia asked.

“It’s an impulse, not a choice.” I said. We continued talking, but we came up with nothing so we all went to get coffee.

“Why would Scratch choose Lindsey? I mean, her ties to Reid are distant.” Tara said.

“Walker and I, we kicked it around on the flight, and we imagine that Scratch was digging further into Reid’s past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Realized she could get to him in a way that he couldn’t.” Luke said.

“It may be logistical, too. Scratch has never run out of drugs before, but now he’s a fugitive and might not be able to get them.” Walker said.

“Well, Lindsey knows the border. She’d be a good drug mule.” JJ said as I was making myself a second coffee.

“Good news, bad news.” Emily said walking up to us and I immediately turned towards her.

“I am on the books first thing tomorrow with Judge Frost and AUSA Martinez.” Emily said.

“But all we have is a theory and no support from the brass.” Rossi said.

“That’s never stopped us before.” She said.

“I guess we gave twelve hours to make an airtight case for you to bring to them.” I said.

“Yes. Not only that, we also need a paper trail.” Emily said.

“I’ll put on more coffee.” Rossi said.

“Excuse me.” Emily said and went to take a call.

“Y/N, you should go get some sleep.” Rossi said to me and I shook my head.

“There is no way I’m going home when Spencer is stuck in that prison and Diana is who knows where.” I said taking a sip of my coffee.

“I will inject coffee straight into my veins before I go to sleep.” I said and walked off to the round table room. Soon everyone followed and we were all looking for anything we could find.

“We leave no stone unturned.” Emily said walking in with Garcia and a box. She started handing out files and we got to work.

“Hey, guys.” Tara said after an hour and a half.

“Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios.” She said.

“There’s a factory nearby that manufactures non-FDA-approved seasickness tablets. Essentially, scopolamine pills.” She said walking over to the map.

“Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros.” Luke said.

“Looks like we’ve got Lindsey where we need her.” Rossi said.

“Now we put the knife in her hand.” Emily said. We continued working, trying to get anything to match with Lindsey and that would be able to set Spencer free. I must have drank at least six coffees, maybe more. It was light out now, but none of us cared.

“Rick, what have you got?” Luke asked, answering his phone.

“Well, okay, guys, Jack’s gun was used in Mexico the day before Nadie’s murder.” JJ said.

“What? Another Cartel hit?” I asked.

“No, the victim was a Victor Flores. He was a local real estate broker, a model citizen.” She said.

“Point-blank. Back of the head, with a modified hollow-point bullet. That’s Lindsey, alright.” Rossi said looking at the file.

“Why are we only hearing about it now?” Walker asked.

“Because it was in Monterrey. It’s a different jurisdiction.” JJ answered.

“Okay, so, she crosses the border at Los Indios, which is very close to Matamoros, drives three hours west to Monterrey, kills Victor, and then drives four hours east to Matamoros?” Tara asked confused.

“All possible within a day’s drive.” Walker said.

“Sure, but why go to all the trouble?” Tara asked.

“Why pick Victor Flores?” Emily asked.

“It sounds too random to be random…” I said shaking my head.

“Alright. Alright, thanks, Rick. I owe you.” Luke said and hung up.

“Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the one Reid described. It was dumped two states over.” Luke said.

“Did it belong to a Victor Flores?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” He asked.

“Lindsey killed him before Nadie. Must have stolen his truck too.” Rossi said.

“Alright, well, we’re making some real headway here.”Luke said.

“Yeah, it’s great guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all circumstantial. Garcia, any luck finding Lindsey’s prints from her Witsec file?” Emily asked.

“I called in every favor I can think of and then some. It’s gonna take me, like, five more hours to cut through all this red tape.” Garcia answered.

“I have to be at the courthouse in one.” Emily said and we continued to go back to work.

Emily left soon after and we all kept working. We hoped that we could get something in time, but the odds were against us. An hour later my phone rang and I saw Emily’s name pop up on my screen.

“Emily?” I answered confused and everyone’s eyes were on me.

“I need you to go to the prison that Reid is at and bring him home.” She said and my eyes started to water.

“A-Are you serious?” I asked.

“I am, bring him home Y/N.” She said and I hung up immediately.

“What’s going on?” Garcia asked.

“I have to go, I have to go get Spencer.” I said with a smile.

“He’s coming home?” JJ asked and I nodded.

“Yeah.” I nodded and everyone smiled.

“I’m coming with you.” JJ said.

“Me too, I gotta take care of something there.” Luke said.

“I’m coming too!” Garcia said and I just nodded at them. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to my car. My Spencer was finally coming home. They were driving in a separate car from me. I got to the prison as quickly as I could and soon after they brought me to a room with Spencer standing there. Spencer saw me and smiled slightly.

“We’re taking you home baby.” I said with a smile and a tear falling down my face. He looked relieved and I rushed over to hug him.

“You’re coming home Spence.” I whispered. He held me tightly and started sobbing. I held him tightly. He kissed the side of my head and everything just felt so right in that moment. Spencer got dressed in the suit we brought him and we walked out to see Garcia standing there waiting. He went up and hugged her and I smiled.

“Let’s get my Mom back.” He said.

“Yeah.” Garcia said and we all left. We got back to the office and we were catching Spencer up on everything.

“So we know Lindsey convinced Scratch to run drugs across the border.” Luke said.

“And that Lindsey’s been operating from to locations- An apartment next to Reid and a house in southeast D.C.” Rossi said.

“That’s where we think she’s keeping your Mom.” Walker said.

“Scratch isn’t afraid to plot an elaborate trap. I want a full breakdown of that house before we set one foot inside.” Emily said and everyone walked off, except for Spencer and I.

“Um… Spencer…” Emily said stopping us and closing the door.

“You can’t officially go until you’re reinstated.” She said.

“So that includes going to my apartment, since it’s a crime scene.” Spencer said.

“That’s right. It’s sealed and guarded by Metro P.D. But you are the resident. You got it?” She said.

“Got it.” He said and she left. Spencer took a step up to the closed door, but just stared at it.

“Are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me.

“Um… it’s, uh, it’s open.” I said and he looked back at the door.

“Of course.” He said and opened the door. We went to Spencer’s place and I had to show the guard my badge.

“He’s the resident. He’s just gonna grab a few things.” I said and the cop nodded. Spencer sat on his couch and started looking at an open photo album.

“What is it?” I asked.

“This picture was on a different page.” He said and picked it up. He flipped it over and on the back in red it said XX-XY.

“Does that mean anything to you?” I asked.

“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes, Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with Scratch.” He said and I sighed.

“Let’s grab some things and you can stay at my place.” I said.

“Yeah…” He said. We grabbed a bag of clothes and dropped them off at my apartment. Emily had called me and told me all about what was going on. Spencer had to go back to prison to see Cat Adams. I was going with him. We got on the jet and made our way to Car Adams. We walked into the other side of the interview room, we saw Cat sitting at the table. I saw Spencer was comfortable, but this was the only option to find his mother right now.

“I’ll be here the whole time, promise.” I said and gently grabbed his hand. He nodded and walked inside, I followed, but stayed in the back.

“Spencie.” Cat said with a smile.

“Where’s my Mother?” He asked.

“I missed you.” She said.

“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” He asked, ignoring her.

“How did you-”

“No stop! You don’t get to walk in here and hiss at me like I’m the criminal.” She said cutting him off.

“Now, we do this my way.” She said and kicked the chair in front of her. Spencer caught it as she told him to sit. Spencer sat as I stayed on the side watching.

“How was Prison? Did you like it?” She asked.

“No.” He answered.

“It’s not fun, is it?” She asked.

“Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.” He said.

“How did you stay sane?” She asked leaning closer. I was confused as to who she was or what her and Spencer’s past connection was. Her case was before I was even on the team. I had only joined three years ago and Spencer and I have only been together for two.

“A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.” She said.

“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.” He answered.

“That’s three, maybe four hours, tops. What about the other twenty?” She asked.

“I read.” He answered.

“That’s still not enough. You have to… go someplace. Up here.” She said looking at me for a split second.

“Or else you go crazy.” She said with a slight laugh.

“Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Com here.” She said, motioning him to come closer. Spencer leaned in closer and she went to touch his face.

“No touching.” I said and she stopped. Spencer looked at me then back at her and she smirked at me.

“Close your eyes.” She said and moved his eyes to close them.

“Good. Now keep them shut. Sit back and relax.” She said leaning back in her chair. Spencer also leaned back.

“Now, when you open your eyes, I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three month.” She said and my heart clenched at this. She looked at me and smirked then looked back at him.

“Now… Open.” She said and he did.

“Hello Cat.” He said with a smile.

“You’re here!” She giggled.

“You’re really here.” She said.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” Spencer said and I took a deep breath, this is what he needs to do to get the information.

“You’re good at this. You’re so good at this, I almost believe you don’t want to kill me.” She said crossing her arms.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“No.” He said, shaking his head.

“What if I let your Mother die? Then would you kill me? Or would you just… hurt me? Would you pin me down and leave bruises that don’t go away?” She asked with a very sexual tone.

“Is that what you want?” He asked and my eyes widened slightly.

“I guess I just want to know if you would.” She said and glanced at me with a smirk.

“If you could.” She said looking back at him.

“No.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“That’s not the kind of man I am.” He said.

“Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend over there to step aside, because we’re gonna play another game. And this time, we’re going to find out exactly what kind of man you are. I’m sure she’ll love to watch that.” She said. Spencer looked over at me and gave me a nod. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Spencer alone with her, but I left anyway and she gave me a wave goodbye. I was now watching from behind the glass, luckily I could still hear them.

“Let’s play.” He said.

“Let’s!” She said excitedly.

“Are you hungry?” She asked him.

“No.” He answered.

“Me neither.” She said.

“So, the same game as last time?” He asked leaning back in the chair.

“I answer every question you ask honestly?” He asked.

“No, this time you get to ask the questions.” She said.

“About what?” He asked.

“Well, I know a secret. About you. And you can ask me as many questions as you like to figure it out. But you only get one guess as to what it is.” She said leaning forward.

“Now, guess correctly, I take your phone, I call our friend Lindsey, and I tell her to release your Mother unharmed. If you don't…” She said and put her fingers into a gun shape and stuck it in her mouth. She then mimed like she was getting shot and giggled.

“Is there a clock?” Spencer asked.

“There’s always a clock.” She said and put her hand out.

“Give it to me.” She said. Spencer took off his watch and handed it to her.

“You’ll have four hours.” She said and he went to ask a question, but she stopped him.

“Not yet.” She said.

“You have to wait till the second hand comes around.” She said.

“You want to give me a hint before we start?” Spencer asked.

“Do I look like a girl that gives hints?” She asked.

“Actually you do.” He said.

“Okay, how about this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to.” She said and I furrowed my brow.

“Go.” She said. It’s been half an hour, I told the team that we had four hours to find Diana or she’s dead.

“I know what the secret is.” Spencer said.

“You do?” She asked.

“Why else would you put me through all this?” He asked.

“Ooo. Phrasing it in the form of a question. That way it doesn’t count as a guess. Very smart, Doctor.” She said.

“I’m gonna walk you through a scenario and your face is gonna tell me how close I am.” He said.

“From the moment I arrested you, you watched and waited for the right time to take your revenge. When you learned I was going to Mexico, you took it. You and Lindsey framed me for murder so I’d be in prison and treated like a criminal, and then you kidnapped my Mother so I would know how it feels to have a parent manipulated, because you wanted to prove that you and I are the same. Am I right?” He asked and she yawned.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold that in any longer. What were you saying?” She asked.

“Psychopaths get bored easily.” He said.

“You’re right. Let’s speed this up.” She said getting up.

“Shall we?” She asked and sat on his lap. Jealousy raged through my body, but I kept watching.

“Why don’t you think about all the pain you’ve suffered in your life. What would I capitalize on, do you think? Is it the death of your mentor, SSA Jason Gideon? ” She asked while touching his chest and face.

“No. Because we caught the man who killed him.” Spencer said.

“What about Agent Morgan? And your guilt over not visiting his little boy.” She said.

“I was in prison.” He said.

“Yeah, but you had time before that.” She said moving her face closer to his. I was feeling so uncomfortable and jealous, but I had to stay perfectional and Spencer was just playing into her fantasies to get what we needed, right?

“Why didn’t you go?” She asked.

“Truthfully, I got distracted. I was trying to figure out a way to help my Mom. She didn’t have time. Morgan, Savannah, and little Bobby did. So there’s absolutely no shame in admitting that. Morgan would understand.” He answered as she nipped at his ear. That wasn't Morgan's son…

“I agree. That’s why that’s not the secret.” She whispered and got off him. He looked back at me and I smiled.

“Good job baby.” I said and pulled out my phone.

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Rossi answered.

“So Cat has deep background on Spence. She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.” I said.

“She’s throwing him off-balance.” He said.

“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him.” I said.

“She must have gotten her hands on Reid’s confidential FBI file. It would mention relevant team information but wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.” Emily said.

“We were thinking she’s been getting help from someone inside the prison. This goes deeper than that.” Rossi said.

“I’ll keep you guys updated.” I said and hung up.

“Working deductively, the secret wouldn’t be any of the topics you’ve already volunteered, because you wouldn’t want to make it that easy on me.” Spencer said after a few minutes of silence.

“Genius, truly.” Cat said, playing with his watch.

“So what is left that I wouldn’t want to admit?” He asked and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Love.” Spencer finally said and my eyes widened. My heart rate picked up and I gulped. Cat stopped playing with his watch and just stared at him.

“Is that what this is all about, love?” He asked leaning forward.

“For my Mother?” He asked and she just stared.

“No. For you.” He said and I felt a pain in my chest.

“You want me to admit that I am actually in love with you.” He said.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my fairy tales, clearly, as much as the next girl, but I’m not delusional.” She said.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked.

“Very sure. So sure, in fact, that I had Lindsey leave a clue for you in your little scrapbook in your house.” She said with a smirk. XX-XY.

“I couldn’t have you come all the way down here and make a guess until I was positive. That is…” She said looking down at her stomach and my eyes widened.

“Until I tested positive.” She said placing her hands on her stomach.

“What, you’re pregnant?” Spencer asked.

“We’re pregnant.” She said and it felt like my heart leaped out of my chest. No. No it couldn’t be possible…

“No.” Spencer said, shaking his head.

“Oh, yes. Mazel tov.” She said. I needed to know. The team needed to know. I asked one of the guards for her records and waited for them.

“Here you are ma’am.” A guard said, handing me the files.

“Thank you.” I said and immediately checked them. She was pregnant. Her due date was November 15th 2017… I looked up in complete shock.

“It’s not possible. Even if you are pregnant, the baby’s not mine.” Spencer said, now standing.

“Except for the part where it is.” She said.

“That’s completely preposterous. You’ve been in prison.” He said sitting back down.

“So have you.” She said.

“And we’ve never had-”

“I know. We’ve never…” She said.

“Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.” She said.

“Ask her…” I whispered.

“How did you do it?” He asked.

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” She said with a little laugh.

“What, did she pretend to be you?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“Why, would that have worked?” She asked.

“No.” He answered leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, I know, I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid hot or not list.” She said.

“So you told her to pretend to be Y/N.” He said.

“No. I told her to pretend to be Maeve.” She said and my eyes widened.

“Maeve Donovan. The love of your life.” He said and my heart broke. I knew Spencer loved her at one point, she was his first and she was taken from him. But when we met he said he was over her, that it was in the past…

“Who had her brains blown out right in front of you before you two could even kiss. So dark… Yet, so useful.” She said.

“You’re lying.” He said, slightly shaking his head.

“Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Spencer, Spencer… Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Come here. Shh. You want this. It’s okay. You want this.” She said in a soft voice.

“It didn’t happen.” Spencer said.

“Hey, I was thinking, if it’s a boy, we should definitely call him Spencie junior.” She said and spencer got up to leave.

“But if it’s a girl, I think we should call her Maeve.” She said and Spencer walked out.

“I mean, after all she played such a huge role in her own conception.” She said and Spencer stood next to me.

“Spence, we might have something.” I said and he took the files from me.

“She’s three months.” I said and Spencer threw the files at the window.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” He said and I nodded.

“I just need a minute.” He said and I bit my lip.

“Is she right?” I asked quietly and he turned to look at me.

“What?” He asked.

“That Maeve is the love of your life?” I asked. I knew I should wait, Spencer had so much to deal with right now, but I needed to know. I needed to know if our whole relationship was just a lie for him to get over Maeve, or if it was real.

“I told you about this already.” He said and I nodded.

“But are we just together because you can’t be with her?” I asked and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“No, no of course not!” He said, but a part of me didn’t believe him.

“I don’t believe you Spencer…” I said.

“Now’s not the time for this!” He shouted and I flinched. Spencer has never raised his voice before.

“I’m gonna go call the team…” I said and walked off. I took out my phone to call the team, but my phone rang first.

“Y/N, you there?” Emily asked when I picked up.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” I said trying to compose myself.

“So far we don’t have anything on the prison employees. Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn’t help that they’re blocking us at every turn.” Luke said.

“We have something, but, uh, it’s out there.” Tara said.

“I’ll take out there.” Emily said.

“The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.” Walker said.

“That’s weird.” JJ said.

“Yeah, not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell.” Tara said.

“The supreme court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emily said.

“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women. What if it’s this?” Walker said.

“The risks that Lindsey’s taking, the bond she has with Cat, it’s not professional. It’s romantic.” Tara said.

“This casts a big shadow over Lindsey’s next move. By exposing their plan to us, she knows there’s no happy ending, no future with Cat.” Walker said.

“And she’s going to take Reid’s Mother with her. And that’s the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.” JJ said.

“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked.

“Can you take me off speaker?” I asked.

“Okay, it’s just us now.” She said.

“Cat is three months pregant and she’s claiming it’s Reid’s…” I said.

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” She asked.

“Well, here’s where it gets tricky. Do we believe her or not?” I asked.

“On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand-”

“If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to- Ugh.” Emily said, finishing my thought.

“Yeah… Either way, she is pregnant. I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence…” I said choking up a little.

“It could be the person inside the prison who’s been helping her. Getting pregnant serves two purposes- Gasslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.” She said.

“Yeah, but, Emily, we don’t know who that guy is yet. And Luke and Rossi aren’t going to in the time we have left.” I said.

“Y/N, I gotta call you back.” She said and hung up. I sighed and walked back to Spencer, he had gone back inside.

“Let’s pretend you’re telling the truth. That means I guessed it, right? The secret, the one I don’t want to admit to? It’s my child?” Spencer said.

“Is that your guess? You only get one, remember?” Cat asked.

“No. it’s too easy.” He said.

“Believe me, getting pregnant with your baby was not easy.” She said.

“You misunderstand. It’s too easy emotionally. Because I can take your child from you. The child I had absolutely no role in creating, but a child that I would care for better than you.” He said and I gulped.

“That’s rude.” She said.

“It’s true. You can’t be a Mother, Cat. I’m not trying to insult you. It’s your psychological makeup. You literally do not have the emotional skills to care for another human being. You’d lose interest in your own baby the way a six year old loses interest in a pet hamster. This baby is simply a means to an end, which is to keep me here playing your game, guessing like a fool, assuming something I never should have assumed in the first place.” He said.

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“My Mother’s already dead.” He said and I shook my head. No. That can’t be right.

“She was dead before I walked in here.” He said.

“She’s not dead.” Cat shook her head.

“Yes she is.” Spencer said getting up.

“No, because that would be cheating and I don’t cheat! You cheat!” She said.

“I’m done playing.” Spencer said.

“Get back here!” She said.

“Goodbye, Cat.” He said opening the door.

“I’ll let you talk to her!” She said which made him stop in the doorway. He looked at me and I looked at him in shock. He smiled and walked back in. I quickly called Garcia.

“Yes, I’m here.” She answered.

“Garcia, get ready to trace a call on Spence’s phone.” I said.

“Fired up, plugged in. Ready to go.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she called Lindsey.

“You’re early.” Lindsey answered.

“Yeah, I know.” Cat said.

“Did he guess?” She asked.

“No, not yet. We need proof of life.” Cat said.

“Alright. Hold on.” She said.

“Spencer!” Diana said scared, only a moment later. Spencer grabbed the phone out of Cat’s hand so fast.

“Mom! Mom, are you okay?” He asked.

“I don’t… know.” She answered and then there was a gunshot.

“Mom!” Spencer called.

“Gotta go.” Lindsey said and hung up.

“Mom! What the hell was that?” Spencer asked and I quickly rushed inside.

“I don’t know.” Cat answered.

“Spence…” I said trying to calm him.

“Lindsey said you were early. Was that a signal?” He asked.

“No.” She answered and Spencer slammed the table.

“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my Mother!?” He shouted.

“No!” She shouted.

“Spencer-”

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted again.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“You wanna know the truth? Your Mother is an alzheimer’s-ridden moron who’s getting dumber day by day, and if she’s dead, it’s your fault.” Cat said. Spencer shoved the table away and grabbed Cat. He shoved her up against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck.

“Spence!” I shouted and tried to pull him off her.

“I’m going to kill you.” He whispered to her.

“Spence!”

“I’m going to kill you.” He said again.

“Spence, she’s pregnant. She’s pregnant Spencer! Stop it! Come on!” I said and finally pulled him off her.

“Come on.” I said and pushed him to the other side of the room. He walked out. I made sure she was alright and ignored her teasing comments about how she was having his baby and how I was protecting their baby.

“How does it feel knowing he really only loves Maeve and you’re just her replacement?” She asked and I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. My phone rang and it was Garcia. She told me about what the explosion was. I walked into the hall where Spencer was sitting with his head against his knee.

“Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your Mom’s still alive.” I said and he just looked up at me.

“Hey.” I said and sat down next to him.

“I’m really scared this is who I am now.” He said.

“No, don’t say that.” I said.

“Y-Y/N, you don’t know…” He trailed off.

“I do know. I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't you would have been next, right?” I asked and he looked down at the floor in shame. He nodded, but still didn’t look at me.

“Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.” I said.

“You wouldn’t have.” He said.

“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence. Because if someone was threatening my life, You bet your ass I would. I would do it a million times if it meant I got to eventually come home to you. It doesn’t make you a bad person.” I said and he looked at me for a second before looking back down.

“Because you know who does think like that, that- that doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does.” I said and realization hit me. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same look on his face.

“She does. She does. Because she- she knows.” I said quietly.

“That’s the secret.” He said getting up.

“What I don’t want to admit about myself.” He said and I got up as well.

“Hold on, let’s play this out, because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn’t about you two being the same.” I said.

“And she’s all about the game. She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it’s integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” He said.

“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” I said.

“Which means that I’m locked in.” He said.

“Like she is.” I said.

“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can’t win, so she-” He cut himself off and looked at me.

“I got it.” He said and went to turn around, but I stopped him.

“Wait.” I said and he turned back to me.

“I’m sorry…” I said and he looked at me confused.

“For before, I shouldn’t let her get in my head.” I said and he pulled me to him.

“Y/N, I love you, but we both know that there will alway still be some love for Maeve in my heart. That doesn’t mean that you’re a rebound or that I’m using you as a way to replace Maeve, because I’m not. I love you. Everything we have together, is real.” He said and I looked up at him. I pulled him down for a kiss and put all the love I have for this man in it. We pulled away and we were both smiling. I was on the phone calling the team to get everything ready.

“Let’s get your Mom back.” I whispered and he nodded. Spencer Walked back inside and Cat was sitting down playing with his watch again.

“Guess that’s one way to get you to put your hands on me.” She said.

“Dance with me.” He said and she looked up at him.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I don’t want the people watching us to hear what I’m going to say next.” He said and offered her his hand. They started dancing.

“You guys got this up?” I asked.

“Streaming now.” Garcia said.

“Okay, uh, listen, you’re gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the Father of Cat’s baby. Don’t let that distract you.” I said.

“I’m sorry. Full stop. Why would he say he’s the Father-”

“Quiet.” Emily said cutting Garcia off.

“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn’t you?” Spencer asked.

“Spencie, don’t ruin the moment.” Cat said.

“I don’t want to, but I’m on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?” He asked.

“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.” She answered.

“That’s what we missed, the inside man that’s been helping them.” Luke said.

“He didn’t just work at Cat’s prison, he worked at hers and Reid’s.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, look for any overlap.” Emily said.

“Compiling now.” Garcia said.

“Here’s something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and The Millburn Correctional Facility.” She said.

“Okay look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there’s no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid’s file.” JJ said.

“Well, not directly. He could have called in a favor from a friend at the bureau.” Walker said.

“So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time.” Tara said.

“Someone who’s not gonna work for the bureau much longer.” Emily said.

“That’s how you timed everything so perfectly. Like sending my Mom and Lindsey to visit me when I thought was at my lowest.” He said.

“Thought? You sure you weren’t?” She asked.

“No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t feel bad. I felt scared. At how much I enjoyed poisoning the other prisoners. I had a hundred ways of getting myself out of that situation, and I picked the one that would cause them the most pain.” He said.

“Well, look at that. You might end up saving your Mother’s life after all.” She said.

“Okay, Lionel Wilkins’ primary residence is in Fall Church, but I also have a second address. Uh, it’s a cabin off of the Rappahannock River.” Garcia said.

“Well the cabin is in Lindsey’s zone based on the gas station.” Walker said.

“Helos are on the roof warming up. Let’s go.” Emily said and hung up.

“They won’t get there in time. They must be on their way, right?” Cat asked.

“Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan. So, they’re walking into a trap. And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she sat down.

“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” He said, sitting on the corner of the table.

“Every time I touch this, you’re getting warmer.” Cat said.Garcia was calling Emily to facetime her so she could show Lindsey everything.

“At first I was furious, because the secret had to be the baby inside you. How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. But now I know it’s both things.” Spencer said.

“So which is it, Spence? Come on. Don’t fumble it now. You’re at the one-yard line.” Cat said.

“You’re not pregnant with my child. You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I… We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” He said and she pressed the call button.

“Kill her.” Cat said.

“Lindsey, I said-” She said getting up, but stopped talking. Cat looked at the camera and glared slightly.

“Lindsey, sweetheart, it’s complicated, okay?” She said.

“Y/N, we got her.” Emily said.

“We’re clear.” I said walking into the room and Cat hung up. Spencer took his phone and turned back to me.

“Is my Mom okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I answered with a smile.

“We do deserve each other, by the way. You guessed right.” Cat said sitting back down.

“You lied, by the way. You were going to kill my Mother regardless.” He said.

“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men. And once you cross that line, you can’t ever go back.” She said. Spencer walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took his watch back and looked her right in the eyes.

“Watch me.” He whispered and we left. We went back to the office and Spencer was so excited to see his mother again. We walked out of the elevator and the team with his Mother, she looked uncomfortable.

“Spencer’s here.” Emily whispered. Diana looked over at him and they both went to hug each other.

“Hi, Mom.” He said holding her close.

“Don’t leave me. Every again.” She pulled away to say.

“I won’t.” He said and I smiled at them. They pulled apart again and Spencer smiled at me.

“Y/N! You should come visit more.” His Mother said and came to hug me. I hugged her back and laughed slightly.

“I will, I promise.” I said. We pulled apart and we went back to his apartment. Everything was going to be okay.

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ninak803 · 4 years

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Part 4 is ready! It’s a bit shorter than the others were, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! There will be at least one more part, more likley two more parts of this fic, so keep reading ;)

As always a huge Thank you to @heyitssmiller for correcting my typos & for the support :)

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If you hadn’t a chance to read the other parts, here they are:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 4

No.

No. No. No.

Remus took the few steps down from the porch, but Sirius was already gone.

Fuck.

That wasn’t good. I mean… The kiss was good. But Sirius' reaction wasn’t.

What is Remus supposed to do now? Act like nothing had happened? Talk to him? Don’t talk to him? Talk to him, but not about this?

Remus touched his lips slightly, where just moments before Sirius' lips were.

It was perfect. A small, innocent kiss. It felt honest. It felt right.

At least for Remus.

He went back inside. There wasn’t much he could do about this today. It was late, he had to get up early tomorrow. He’ll figure it out then.

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He didn’t figure anything out.

Remus was occupied with studying for his upcoming exams, he had to work on the weekends. Even more now, because of that trip to the beach. He wasn’t sure if it was still planned or if Sirius had already cancelled it.

When he met James with Lily at James’ apartment, Sirius was either in his room and not leaving it until Remus left or Sirius was not there at all.

Remus tried to talk to him, he really did. But Sirius didn’t give him a chance.

They met once in the coffee shop near the campus. Remus had already ordered his tea, when Sirius stepped to the counter. The moment he saw Remus, he turned around and left. Mumbling something like “lots of work to do” under his breath. He didn’t even order.

Marlene gave Remus his cup of tea, one eyebrow raised.

“What the hell was that? What did you do to him?” she asked Remus.

“I have no clue…” he answered, which wasn’t a lie actually.

He didn’t know what he'd done wrong. He hadn’t done anything. Well he had kissed him back, but would it have been any better if he hadn’t?

Remus shook his head. His heart was heavy. He missed Sirius. He missed looking at him, hearing his laugh, the puzzled expression he had sometimes. Remus was longing for him.

The best thing he could do now was concentrating on his exams he decided. So he did that. He tried at least.

More than once his thoughts wandered back to their kiss on the porch. And more than once he wanted to go to Sirius and ask him what the fuck this whole situation was right now.

But he didn’t.

Of course he didn’t do that.

He’d seen Sirius confusion. He had a lot to process right now, so Remus didn’t want to push him. He would have pushed Sirius just further away from him with cornering him.

So he did nothing, except learning, writing his exams, working to earn some money for the trip (which still wasn’t cancelled surprisingly) and daydreaming about Sirius.

The last part he did a lot, to be honest.

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Remus threw some clothes in his bag, when his phone rang.

“Yes?” he answered.

“We’re picking you up in 10 minutes. Are you ready?” Lily asked him, Remus could hear that they were already in the car driving here.

“Yes, I’m almost done with packing up. See you in 10.” Remus hung up again.

He sighed.

So they were doing this.

The whole trip.

With Sirius.

Well if that doesn’t sound like fun.

The bell rang, Remus took his bag and left his room. His mom was already at work, but she had made them sandwiches for the drive, so they don’t have to starve. He took the bag with the food from the kitchen table and went outside. Lily was waiting for him. She smiled.

“You ready?” she asked.

Remus nodded. They walked to Sirius’ car, waiting on the driveway. Lily climbed onto the backseat next to James, what meant, that Remus would be riding shotgun.

Next to Sirius.

A whole 4 hour drive.

Remus sighed and then got into the car. He took a deep breath and looked to his left at Sirius, then turned around to the backseat.

“My mom made us sandwiches.” he said and handed them to James.

“Damn, I love your mom.” he said as he took a bite from one sandwich.

“You literally ate 10 minutes ago, James.” Lily said, rolling her eyes.

James shrugged.

“I’m hungry? Again? Sorry?” he grinned and kissed her on the cheek.

Remus turned back to see Sirius was watching him. Sirius gave him a small smile and then started the engine.

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The car ride was actually quite nice to Remus' surprise. Remus and Lily talked about their exams, when James chimed in and said:

“It’s semester break. I don’t want to hear anything about exams until the next semester. Did you get me?”

“Just because you failed at least one of yours.” Lily said.

“I did not. I did pretty okay. I guess. I just want to relax now!”

So they talked about their plans for the break instead. Lily and James were going to visit James’ parents for two weeks and then visit Lily’s family together.

“What did you plan?” Remus asked Sirius.

“You know… I don’t study, so I don’t have break at the moment. I just continue with my work.” he said.

Remus nodded a little bit. Right.

He must have dozed off at some point, because when a hand touched his shoulder and Remus opened his eyes, the car was parked next to a small house. He looked to his left where Sirius’ hand was still lying on his arm. He looked at him and smiled a little bit.

“Thanks for waking me up.” Remus said.

“You’re welcome” Sirius answered while moving his hand away.

They both got out of the car, took their luggage from the trunk and followed James and Lily into the house.

It was a small house, but very nice. It had a kitchen with a table and four chairs in it, a living room with a couch and a TV, a bathroom and two bedrooms. There was also a porch with a view to the sea. It was perfect.

“So… You two are okay with sharing a room?” Lily asked Remus and Sirius.

Oh.

Right.

Lily wouldn’t share with him. She was sharing with James of course.

Which means he had to share a room with Sirius.

Oh my god.

Why hadn’t he thought about this earlier?!

Okay. Okay try to play it cool, Remus. It’ll be okay.

So he nodded a little bit.

“Yes it’s alright, of course.” Sirius said.

He was looking at Remus, a little bit longer than usually.

Remus cleared his throat, then said:

“Yeah, sure. Yes. Of course.”

That’s so not playing it cool, Remus.

Lily shot him a funny look, but then she just shrugged, took James by the elbow and went with him into one of the bedrooms. Remus took his bag and went into the other bedroom, followed by Sirius. He sat down on the bed, looking up at Sirius, who was standing in the middle of the room, looking around.

He looked at everything except Remus.

“Are you sure, you’re okay with sharing?” Remus asked “You didn’t even talk to me for the last three weeks”

Awkward silence.

“I’m okay… Can we... Can we talk about… it… later? I need to take a shower.”

Sirius finally looked at him.

Oh how Remus had missed those eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

He nodded and watched Sirius unpack. When he left for his shower, Remus started unpacking.

Sirius wanted to talk. Talk about it. And with “it” Remus really hoped he meant the kiss. And he really hoped Sirius wouldn’t say it was just a mistake. That it didn’t mean anything.

Remus swallowed. He took his book out of his bag and went into the living room. He lied down onto the couch and started reading.

Well he tried to. His mind wandered elsewhere. How is he supposed to stay calm?

He could hear the water running in the bathroom. He thought about Sirius standing under the water… Woah. Nope. No. That’s not a thing to think about right now.

He tried to focus on his book again.

When Lily came into the living room, he hadn’t managed to read a single page. She sat down next to him.

“We need to do some grocery shopping.” she said.

Remus put his book aside.

“Guess so.” he said.

“Are you okay?” she asked him.

Remus nodded.

“I’m good. It’s nice to be out of the town. Maybe I can relax for once.”

“That’s the plan.” she smiled.

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All four of them went to do some grocery shopping together, after Sirius had finished his shower. He went into the living room, fully dressed, his hair still wet from the water and Remus could smell a hint of his shampoo.

He felt the tension rise in the room, but maybe he just imagined it. It’s not very likely that he’d survive this weekend. Goodbye sanity.

Lily and Remus cooked together while James and Sirius caused chaos in the living room.

“What are they doing?” Remus asked Lily.

“I don’t know and I really don’t want to know. They are like this all the time. They behave like children when they are together. It’s so exhausting.” she sighed.

Remus smiled.

“I think it’s kinda cute.”

“Just because you’re not around them all the time.” she grumbled.

They ate together and watched a movie after that. Remus sat on the one end of the couch, Sirius on the other. Lily and James were squeezed between them. It wasn’t a large couch.

James yawned.

“Well I need to get some sleep now… See you in the morning.” he said and got up.

“Me too.” Lily said. “Sleep well.”

She left with James.

“I’m pretty sure they are not going to sleep now and I really don’t want to hear this.” Sirius said and got up too.

Remus laughed.

“You’re right.”

They went into their bedroom together. Sirius laid down on his side of the bed. Remus looked at him.

“So… you know I could sleep on the couch. I mean we don’t have to share a bed.” Remus said.

Sirius shook his head.

“It’s okay. Really… I don’t mind.”

Remus nodded a little bit and sat down on the other side of the bed.

Silence.

He looked at Sirius, who was staring at the ceiling. Thinking. He suddenly sat up, looking at Remus.

“It was a panic reaction.” Sirius said.

Ah. So they were talking now. Okay.

“Kissing me was a panic reaction?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“What? No. The me-running-away-afterwards-part was. Kissing you was well calculated.”

“Well calculated? I’m not sure if I like that either.”

“What I meant is… that kissing you was something that I really wanted to do. And I took my chance then when offering to drive you home. And when I kissed you… Well I realised that I really wanted to do it. And that I want to do it again. And that’s when the panic hit in. I… didn’t know what to do with all this information. So I ran off. Like a coward. I was just so scared… I still am. And I…” Sirius' voice was barely a whisper at the end.

Remus swallowed. He reached for Sirius' hand, not sure if it was a good idea to actually take it, so he put his hand on the bed very close to Sirius’.

“You’re not a coward. You’re really not. It was very brave of you to kiss me. I wouldn’t have kissed you, even though I wanted to do it so badly.” Remus said softly.

He finally put his hand on top of Sirius, his heartbeat quickening. Sirius looked down at their hands and Remus could see a small smile play around those perfect lips, which made himself smile.

But Sirius withdrew his hand from Remus’ too soon. He moved both his hands through his dark curls.

“I’m sorry for running away. And for avoiding you. I’ve been just so confused. I still am… I… I don’t know what all this makes me.”

“It doesn’t change who you are, Sirius. You’re still the same person. No one is judging you for who you like.” Remus said, watching him.

Sirius laughed a little bit. It was a sad sound. A sound that broke Remus' heart.

“Obviously, you don’t know my family.” he said in a cold tone.

Sirius looked at his hands, tangled in each other. Remus took his hands and untangled them carefully.

“You don’t have to tell them, you know? You don’t have to tell anyone. It’s okay.” Remus assured him.

Sirius looked at their hands again, then up to meet Remus' eyes.

Remus could see the fear, the confusion in his eyes. But there was something else, something small showing in his eyes. It was hope.

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ruthoakenshield · 3 years

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Henry’s Blind Date (part 2)

Ok so this was supposed to be a one shot tale, but I got so many people asking for a part two, that here it is! Hope you enjoy!!!

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You and Henry and Kal spent the following day and a half at the airport. Henry found things to keep you both entertained… including a snowball fight. The two of you had taken Kal outside to do his thing. It wasn’t terribly cold, warm enough to keep the snow wet so you could pack it into a snowball and it wouldn’t fall apart.

Henry was busy keeping an eye on Kal and you were standing off to the side. Your hands grazed a half wall you were near and you felt a thick layer of the wet snow. Grinning, you quietly made about six of the snowballs and gently placed them in your front pocket of your winter coat. You listened to see where Henry was, and could hear him breathing off to your left and slightly ahead of you. Grinning, you aim to where you think he is, then lob the snowball at that spot.

You hear it make impact and him huff with surprise. “What the…” you hear him say surprised and hear him brushing off his clothes. You take out two more snowballs and toss one at him and one at where you thought Kal was. You hear the one land with a “fwoomp” in the snow, but you hear the one you threw at Henry hit, cuz he laughs, then brushes it off. You sense him moving, hearing his footsteps crunching in the snow, and the next thing you know, you’re hit with two snowballs. You giggle and toss another one where you heard him a moment ago. ‘Fwoomp’ you hear it land in the snow.

Listening, you hear his breathing off to your left. Grabbing your last two snowballs, you toss one at the sound. “Flomp” you hear it hit him and he lets out a cry. “Hey, now, that’s not nice, going for the face!” he exclaims with a laugh. You giggle and aim lower and toss your last one. “Flomp” you hear it hit him and he grunts. “Okay, you’re dangerous with those, Little Miss!” he exclaims and quickly moves to grab you, wrapping his massive body around you, pinning your arms down.

You’re laughing and giggling, and can feel his warm breath smelling of rosemary on the side of your face. He gives you a peck on the cheek and it’s wet from the snow hitting him in the face.

Laughing, you squirm trying to get out of his grasp. He chuckles. “And just where do you think you’re going?” he teases. "To get more snowballs.” You tease.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Henry says with a laugh. “That last one got me near the jewels. No more snowballs for you, Little Miss!” he chortles and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder. Your arm and shoulder resting on his backpack. You let out a squeak and giggle. “Henry! Put me down!!!” you demand, trying not to laugh as he reminds you of your Great Grandfather carrying your Great Grandmother around. “Not till we get inside. Don’t need you reloading along the way! Come on Kal! Let’s get you brushed off so we can get inside and out of the snow!” he tells the dog. “Wuff!” Kal replies.

You lay there, hanging over his massive shoulder. His huge arm securely wrapped around your short legs. His hand resting firmly on your thigh, just above the knee. His steps are strong and yet, graceful. He’s not a stomper, like some men you’ve encountered. He seems to be able to move with a lithe grace. You feel his pace slow and he lowers you back to the ground. “We’re under the canopy now, near the doors. Stay here for a minute. I need to get the snow of Kal so he isn’t dripping water everywhere.” Henry tells you with his velvety baritone voice that could melt your panties in seconds if he said the right thing. “Okay.” You reply.

“How much snow is there on the ground now?” you ask him. He looks around. “Well, they’ve been shoveling, so it’s hard to say. It looked like there was about 15 cm on the wall that you were standing by when we had the snowball fight.” He replies as he brushes the snow from Kal’s fur. You frown. “Um, Henry, I have no idea about metric measurements. I’m from the US, remember?” you remind him.

He chuckles, “Sorry. I forget about stuff like that sometimes. It’s about six inches.” He tells you. You nod. “Okay.” You reply.

You hear Henry stand and move closer to you. Kal’s nails tap against the concrete and you feel him rub against your leg. You reach down and give him a scratching on his damp neck. Henry takes your hand and the two of you head inside after he brushes the snow off of you and himself.

He takes you to a coffee shop and asks if you’d like something hot to drink. “Coffee, cocoa, tea?” he asks. You hum. “Oooh, all of them sound good. I think some Peppermint or honey-lemon tea would be good for now unless they have a peach tea.” You reply. He inquires and they tell you they have a peach vanilla tea that is new and ask if you’d like to try it. You shrug. “Sure, a small one please.” You reply.

Henry gets some coffee and the two of you head to a corner of a sitting area to sit and visit. Henry asks you what kind of things you enjoy doing for fun. You think for a moment and tell him, “Well I enjoy going to movies, and performances like plays and band or orchestra concerts.” You reply. Henry frowns. “I’m sorry if I seem ignorant, but how do movies and plays work for you when you can’t see what is going on, and can only hear it?’ he inquires.

You explain that there is technology available that all theaters have now that you can put in one of your ears and it describes what is going on in the scenes when there isn’t dialogue being spoken. ‘It’s almost like an audio book, in the way it’s done. A voice is describing things, pauses when there’s dialogue, and then continues with the descriptions of the scene.” You explain.

“Oh! That’s cool! I didn’t know that existed!” he replies. You chuckle. “I didn’t either, until someone mentioned it to me when my friends dragged me to go see a movie a while back. It was rather confusing for me though. The plot was one of those that bounced between the present and the past, and I had a hard time following it.” you explain. “It wouldn’t have been so bad, but they didn’t mention when the scene flipped to a flashback or a memory. I always struggled with those kinds of films unless they put a date or a little tag on the bottom of the screen stating when it was occurring… like, “One year ago…. or Fifteen months ago…” you know what I mean?” you reply.

“Yeah, I think I do. Some films I’ve seen do that and yeah, it helps to clarify the timeline of the movie much better.” Henry replies.

“I was listening to The Witcher on Netflix and had the same problem. I’m not familiar with the stories nor the videogames, as my family didn’t have them available to us growing up. My gal friends were gushing about the actor who plays the Witcher, and asked if I wanted to listen to it while they watched season 1 again.” You explain. “I struggled to follow the show’s timeline, because apparently it kept bouncing between the three characters and didn’t clearly explain that they were not happening during the same amount of time. I think the Witcher’s timeline was much longer than the little girl’s and the lady witch’s was quite a long amount of time as well.” You tell him.

Henry frowns when he hears your assessment of the show. “My friends tried to explain it to me, but they kept talking over each other while it was playing, and I just got confused. I did my best to try to figure out what was going on, but they wouldn't let me use my visually impaired aid so I could hear the descriptions, so I’m still a bit confused about it. Perhaps I’ll listen to it again, on my own, with the aid and maybe I’ll be able to figure it out.” You sigh.

“Hmmm.” Henry grumbles. You giggle. “You sound like that Witcher when you do that.” You tell him. Henry grins and leans over to you, and in his Geralt voice he says, “Well, that would be because I played him on the show.” And then he kisses your cheek. He chuckles at the astonished look on your face. “Wait… What?!?” you reply looking around for him, trying to sense where he is. His soft chuckle stops your head, and you focus on the sound. “Remember, I told you I was in the film industry?” He says quietly.

Your eyes open wide, even though you can’t see any better doing so. “But you didn’t say you were an actor! I thought you were one of the guys behind the scenes, like a… what are they called? Gaffer? Or a stunt guy!” you reply wishing you could see him so you could give him a smack up side the head. You couldn’t remember the name of the actor though, who played the Witcher. You wish you’d have listened better when your gal friends were talking now!

Henry is amused watching all the different expressions flit across your face. He sits there, playing with your fingers and is amused by how tiny they are compared to his. He lifts your hand up and presses his heel of his hand against yours, lining his fingers up with yours. He chuckles as your finger tips just barely reach his second knuckles on his fingers. He can literally curl all his fingers down over the tops of yours.

“What are you doing with my hand?” he hears you ask, suddenly distracted by him playing with your fingers. “Just being amused at how small your hands are compared to mine.” He replies with a grin you can hear.” You chuckle. “Well you do seem to be a very large man compared to me.” You reply.

You hear him chuckle and clear his throat. “That I am, dear Tyyne.” He coos, “And I’m all yours to enjoy.” He purrs in your ear, leaning over and placing a kiss to your neck. You shiver at the sensation.

“So if you’re an actor, what else have you been in? I feel incredibly dumb now. I should’ve been able to make the connection earlier.” You say and hang your head, feeling disappointed in yourself.

Henry frowns. “It’s okay, Tyyne. Don’t feel bad about not recognizing me. I’d imagine it is hard to recognize most people, like you said yesterday, unless they have a very unique voice or gait or something like that.” He tells you, cupping your face with his huge hand.

You nod. “I’ve been in a few things. ‘Man of Steel, The Tudors, Batman vs Superman, Night Hunter, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Sand Castle, and a host of smaller roles in tv shows and films.” He tells you.

Your eyes widen realizing you’ve heard several of them, “Wait! Are you the guy who played Superman?” you ask, starting to put the pieces together. Henry just smiles amusedly. “Yes, Sweetheart, your dating Superman.” Henry whispers in your ear. “And Charles Brandon, and Capt. Syverson, and August Walker. All of which I have played.” He purrs.

You giggle, feeling honored that he chose to ask you to date him despite your lack of vision. “So why would a big name actor like you want to date someone like me? Henry, I just don’t get it. You could have anyone in the world, why choose a blind nobody?” you ask.

Henry grins. “Because she bumped into me, let me help her, was nice to me and got to know me without the looks, fame and career getting in the way,distracting her.” He informs you with a hint of a grin in his tone that you picked up. You blush. “Well, to be fair, I had no way to know you were a famous actor unless you told me. So, I was at a bit of a disadvantage, but it’s okay. Aren’t you worried, though, about how the film industry will handle you dating a blind woman?” you inquire.

Henry shrugs. “Not really. It’s my life. I enjoy your company, I enjoy your wit and mind and your ‘I don’t take crap from no one’ attitude. You don’t let your lack of eyesight dictate your life. You want to do something, you find a way to do it…like you traveling to England with no plans other than to just experience it to the fullest of your abilities and take it one moment at a time.” He says affectionately. “You are far braver than I am, my dear Tyyne.” He tells you quietly as his fingers curl around the back of your neck and into your hair. He gently pulls you over to him and he gives you a hug. “I admire you greatly, Love.” He purrs into your ear.

You blush again and enjoy his embrace. The two of you sit there and talk with Kal laying at your feet. After a while, Henry looks around. “How about we walk some more?” he inquires. You nod and stand, then stretch. You had changed into a different outfit this morning and wore a pair of black jeans and a grey t-shirt with a green zip up, light weight sweater. Your green jewelry sparkled in the overhead lighting and caught Henry’s attention. It looked like an old set of jewelry. “I like your jewelry you have on today.” He says.

You frown for a moment, forgetting what you have on. “Can you describe it? I’ve completely forgotten which set got packed with this outfit.” You say blushing. Henry chuckles and lifts the round pendant from off your chest thinking about how to describe the jewelry to you.

“Well. The stud earrings you have here,” he says and touches your second hole earrings in your ears, “are a green stone with swirls and flecks of blue, teal, turquoise, and gold. They are round and are encased in a gold setting that resembles a crown. These dangly earrings have green emerald looking stones at the top, then the same green, blue, teal, turquoise and gold flecked stone under each emerald, except they are a teardrop shape. The metal work is all gold. Your necklace is a gold chain that looks old and has the same flecked stone in it as your earrings. It looks like the studs in shape, design and color except it is about two inches in diameter. Your ring here,” he says, holding up your right hand and caressing your middle finger, “has the same stone, only it’s an oval in shape and has an old gold filagree band and setting, The bracelet cuff you’re wearing is also old looking and is ornate gold wirework with small green emeralds scattered across either side of a large oval shaped speckled stone like the rest of your jewelry contains.” He tells you.

You giggle. “It looks old because it is. They were my Great Grandmother’s. Grandpa bought them for her piece by piece as gifts during their 70+ years of marriage. The stud earrings and necklace were the first two pieces Great Grandpa bought her, then the ring, then the dangly earrings and then the bracelet. The speckled stones are called green fire opals, and the plain green stones are real emeralds.” You tell Henry. “They are my most treasured possessions and the only thing left of my Great Grandparents that I have, besides her name.” you say as you caress the necklace once Henry set it back onto your chest.

Henry smiles warmly. “They look stunning on you, Sweetheart.” He tells you and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. Your eyes open wide for a moment, then close and you feel his soft lips against yours, nibbling on your lips. His tongue gently caressing your lips, begging entrance to your maw.

You part your lips and give him entrance, the two of you explore each others’s mouths. Nibbling and licking each other’s lips, tangling tongues dancing between the two gulfs. You can taste Henry’s coffee on his tongue as he drags it across your tongue and upper lip and you grin as you suck on it, catching it in between your lips, earning a soft moan from him. He shifts closer to you, pulling you in for more.

He enjoys the taste of your peach tea on your tongue and tries to capture it whenever you let him. Two of you kiss like this for a few minutes until you both come up for air. “Wow.” You say quietly and blush beet red. “Like that did you?” Henry says with a chuckle. You giggle and nod. He chuckles and caresses your face. “Come on, let’s walk some more.” He says softly, pulling you to start walking with him. You grin and nod, feeling around for your messenger bag and cup. Henry catches the cup before you knock it over, steadying it for you. “Thanks.” You say, blushing again.

Henry chuckles and says, “Can’t have you wasting that delicious tea.” He purrs into your ear. I like how it tastes on your lovely little tongue.” He adds, making you whimper quietly as you feel a tingling in your belly at his words. He chuckles, knowing the effect he is having on you. He takes your free hand, wraps it around his massive arm, wraps Kal’s leash around his wrist, and then picks up his coffee and the three of you head out to walk the Airport once again.

Henry describes some of the stores you both pass and grins when he sees a video arcade. “You said you never had video games growing up?” he asks. You sigh, “No. We grew up not being able to afford luxuries like that. I wasn’t any good at them anyway when I tried to play them at the arcade with friends. I never could get past level one of Pac Man or Mario when I’d try to play it at my friends’ houses. The only video game I was reasonably good at was Tetris.” You say. “I just let my friends play and I’d have fun watching them play.” You replied.

You can hear the different noises from the arcade games as you pass. You pause, sensing he would like to go and play some games. You steer him over to the arcade and he gets a big grin that you can’t see. “If you want to play some of the games, Henry, that’s fine. I’ll have fun listening.” You tell him. “You sure?” he asks. You nod. “Tell me what games they have.” You tell him.

The three of you walk through the arcade and he tells you which games they have. You grin hearing that they have a skeeball game and a basketball game. For some reason you seem to be good at these despite your blindness. You can’t explain why. Perhaps because you played them so much when you were a teen with your friends at the local skating establishment and arcade.

You ask Henry if the games require tokens or if they use quarters. He looks and says it’s a card swipe system. He tells you to wait here and he’ll go get a card loaded. He hands you Kal’s leash and goes to the desk. The clerk fills a card with $20 on it at Henry’s request, then Henry returns. He swipes the card and you hear the balls rolling down for play. He hands you the card, thinking you’re going to stand and listen as he plays.

Henry looks at you in disbelief when he sees you bend down and feel for the card swipe, then sees you slide the card through and hears the balls drop. Kal lets out a soft “Wuff” wondering what is going on. You take Kal and move him, so he is between Henry and yourself. “Sit!” you tell him. He plops his butt down. “Stay!” you tell him and hang onto the leash with your left hand. You lean down and feel for the slot for the balls.

“You ready, Henry?” you ask. He grins. “Yup.” He says. You feel for the width of the schute and move so you’re positioned like you used to stand to play this game when you could see. You ask Henry, “Is the set up for this one where the holes are all lined up vertically down the center and there’s one to the left and one to the right at the top” you ask. Henry looks surprised and says, “Yup.” You grin. “Game on!” and you bowl your first pitch down the schute.

Henry’s jaw drops when you get it into the 40 hole. He pitches his and gets it in the 10 hole. He growls and you chuckle. You pick up another ball and bowl it with a hook and you listen for it. It sounds like it just barely missed the 100 hole on the left. Henry chuckles. “That was a close one. You just barely missed it.” he says. Nodding you listen for his turn. He bowls it and you hear it clunk around and he growls. “I take it you missed?” you asked.

“I got it in the 30 one, but was aiming for the 50.” He grumbles. You chuckle and continue to take turns until you both run out of balls to bowl with. “How are you so good at this game when you can’t see where the targets are at?” Henry asks once you’re done and you collect the tickets the game spits out. Giggling as you fold them into a wad and shove them in your pocket, you say, “It was one of the games at the arcade that I got good at and played frequently since it wasn’t a video game.” You explain. “I can pretty much tell by the sound the balls make bouncing around if I got close to the one I wanted. Though, to be fair, I can’t really aim, so I’m not as good at it now as I was when I could see and actually aim for what I wanted. Now I just kind of guess and make a blind shot.” You giggle at your pun.

Henry chuckles and says, “Okay, hot shot, let’s see what else they have here.” He leads you along, telling you what games you both are walking past. You stop at the basketball one and grin. You feel around for the card swiper and Henry shakes his Head, amused you’re attempting to play this one too. His jaw drops though when the balls drop and you take a couple shots, getting used to the feel of the balls in regards to how inflated they are and how they bounce around. You take a few more shots, listening to each one and hear as they either hit the rim and bounce off, or hit the rim and swish down past the net. By the end of the game you were consistently making the shots.

“How?” Henry says, surprised. You smirk as you collect more tickets, “I listened to the way the balls bounce when they hit something. They sound different when they hit the backboard, versus when they hit the rim, versus when they go in and pass through the netting.” You explain. Once I got a feeling for the inflation of the balls and where I was in relation to the basket, it was easier. I just hate the ones that move forward and backwards though. I can’t figure them out.” You tell him.

It amazes him that you can tell so much by just listening. “It’s like you’re a bat using echolocation.” He teases. You grin, “Sorry Supes, I’m a Batgirl.” You tease back putting your hands on your hips. He groans and slaps his forehead, you just laugh. “Though, I’ve always preferred Superman.” You add. “Christopher Reeve and then Dean Cain… um 80’s heartthrobs! And now I get to date this hunk of dynamite!” you tease as you caress his arm. “Come on, Supes. Show me what you want to play now.” you tell him. He chuckles and the two of you continue to wander through the arcade with Kal. You hear the music for Tetris and start to hum along to it, making Henry chuckle. “Damn it, now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!” you tease him. “Hmmm, well, we’ll just have to find something else to get stuck in your head then.” He says with a smirk.

You giggle and your mind goes in the gutter. You hear the Star Wars theme and your head whips around trying to locate it. “What are you doing?” he asks. “I hear the Star Wars theme, but can’t figure out where it’s coming from, there’s too many other songs playing. He chuckles. “OOOohhh! They have the Legend of Zelda!” Henry exclaims and you walk with him over to it. “I remember watching the guys play this game on their nintendos!” you say. “Do you want to play it?” you ask. Henry nods, then remembers you can’t see him nodding. “Yes, do you still have the token card?” he asks. Pulling it from your pocket, you hand it to him to swipe and you can hear the game start.

You grin as you hear him hitting the buttons and yanking on the levers as he plays. You chuckle as he grunts and mumbles, getting into the game. He plays it for quite a while before his character dies and he groans. “Awww maannnn! SOOOO Close!” he says, making you grin and chuckle. “Anything else you want to play?” you ask as you hear him collecting the tickets he won. He takes your arm and wraps it around his, “Let’s look and see what else they have.” He says.

You feel his arm tighten as he gets excited when he sees the Mortal Kombat game. You chuckle and stand by the game listening to the music and the characters and Henry feverishly hitting the buttons and yanking on the joystick on the game. His grunts and growls and moans and cheers making you smile. This game too, he plays for a good long while as he seems to be pretty good at it. You try not to laugh too hard as you hear, “Knock Out!” and Henry cheers. “So did you beat it?” you ask. “Yup!” he says proudly. You grin and give him a kiss. “Good job.” You tell him as he collects more tickets in a long string. He laughs and folds them all up. “How about we get some food?” you suggest. Henry looks at the time and is surprised to see it’s almost supper time.

“Let’s get the tickets counted and see if they have anything neat for prizes before we head out.” He says. You chuckle. “Okay, but I doubt they’ll have anything good.” He leads you over to a machine that counts the tickets. You hand him your two wads and he pops the end of the first one in, then puts the second set in, then his two sets. Once it’s all finished counting them, he prints out the ticket telling him he has 530 tickets. “Sweet!” he exclaims and leads you over to the prize counter. “You tell him to describe what he sees. He does so and you giggle.

They have stuffed animals and one of them is an owl and another is a lion. He only has enough for one, when you tell him that lions and owls are two of your favourite wild animals.” He decides to get you the lion one and gives the man the ticket. Henry picks out a few more kids toys to give to his nephews using the remaining tickets up. He chuckles and you hear him unzipping the backpack and putting them into it.”

“Okay, now we can go get some supper!” he says, hooking his hand in yours, and Taking Kal’s leash back. The two of you head out and you hang onto the stuffed lion while you walk. “Thanks for the lion and the fun at the arcade, Henry. That was a fun way to spend an afternoon.” You tell him.

Henry grins. “I didn’t think you’d want to go in there, to be honest. I guess I thought you’d get bored just listening to me play the different games. I didn’t realize you’d want to play the games too.” He says sheepishly. You chuckle. I wasn’t going to play any, but skeeball and the basket ball games are some of my favourite non-video arcade games, and I spent a lot of time and money playing them in my teenage years as well as skating in circles. When my feet would get sore from skating, I’d go play the games for a while. You explain.

Henry frowns, “Skating in circles?” he asks. You chuckle. “Haven’t you ever been to a roller-skating rink, Henry?” you ask. He shakes his head, “Nope.” He replies. You explain it’s a big enclosed building with a wood floor in the shape of a big oval. You rent rollerskates or rollerblades and there’s a DJ who plays different music depending on the skating session. Throughout the session, they will pause and play different games like the limbo on rollerskates, and a dice game or will have everyone stop and do the dance for the macarena or the birdie dance song.

Henry looks at you totally confused. “birdie dance song?” he asks. You laugh. Here, see if anyone starts to do it if I play it on my phone loud enough… “Hey Siri. Open spotify and play ‘The Birdie Song”. The music starts to play and you crank it up. The music echoes into the open airport hall making a few people chuckle.

Tell me if anyone starts to dance then describe it to me. Henry starts to giggle. “There’s an old couple who are doing some actions. Making their hands open and close like a bird’s beak three times, then they move their arms like they’re a bird’s wing three times, and then they’re wiggling their hips three times, then clapping three times, then doing a kind of square dance type of move, then back to the hand motions. And now there’s a bunch of people laughing and joining them.” He tells you.

You giggle and tell him that’s “the birdy dance” now picture a whole bunch of people on roller skates, skating in the same direction on a big, oval wood floor while the song is playing doing those movements. That’s what the skating rink would do.

Henry busts up laughing and says, “I don’t think I could do that!” You laugh, “If you can do all these choreographed fight scenes and movements for the Witcher, you can do ‘the birdy dance’ Henry.” You tell him giggling. “We can see if there are any rinks like that in London when we get there, then I’ll teach it to you. And don’t worry, everyone feels silly doing it, that is what makes it so fun! Everyone being silly at the same time!” You tell him giggling with glee. “I can’t believe you’ve never been rollers kating!” you exclaim and he just chuckles.

The two of you and Kal continue walking and Henry asks you what else you enjoy doing. You think for a few moments. “I like to dance, though I’m not the greatest at it. I can’t sit still when I hear a good song. I’ve always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance and do the dances from my grandparent’s generation. I love the music from the 1920’s- 1960’s especially swing, but I suppose that will be one of the bucket list items I probably won’t be able to fulfill now. It kinda requires sight to learn the steps.

I like going for walks, and when I could see, I’d go for bike rides. I really miss that. It was such great exercise. I enjoyed going for motorcycle rides with my friends, and going sledding in the winter, swimming in the summer, spending time on the lake. I love water, though I’ve never seen the ocean or been in it, we had a lot of lakes where I grew up. I enjoyed listening to the waves at the lake lapping against the shoreline. It was such a soothing sound.

I used to exercise more, but stopped when I had the accident. I was too afraid to do weight lifting and such since I couldn’t see to operate the equipment and struggle with where my body is in relation to other body parts. I.E. Toothbrush to mouth in the morning.” You explain with a chuckle. You hear Henry chuckle too.

“Now I go to the park and listen to the birds, or go to concerts and plays and listen and picture in my head my own little movie of what is happening. I don’t do much with the TV, mainly cuz I can’t operate it and just have it for when my sighted friends come over and use it.” you giggle.

I read a lot, and yeah, I’m pretty boring.” You tell Henry. “You’re not boring, Tyyne. You just haven’t found all the fun things you can do yet.” He tells you with a grin. “Maybe you’ll find some new things in London with me and my friends that you’ll enjoy doing.” He tells you as you head into the food court area. “Now…What shall we have for supper?” he asks.

You take a deep breath and try to discern the different smells. “How about a burger and fries? Oooh, I wish they had a Shawarma place here!” you tell Henry. He chuckles and nods. “Burger joint it is.” He says and leads you over to the burger place. You ask them for a braille menu and the cashier frowns. “Um. Hang on a minute, let me see if we have one.” he says and goes to ask the manager.

You frown. “Ugh, the downside of being me, most restaurants don’t have them when the Americans With Disabilities Act requires restaurants to provide it’s blind customers with a menu they can read, there is a major loophole; it seems that if the restaurant has its menu available online, where a blind patron can access it electronically, they don't need to provide a braille version in the establishment." You explain. “The problem is, that I can’t see even stuff online, so unless it’s able to be accessed where either a computer or a person can read it to me, I don’t know what is available to order and what ingredients are used to make the food. Thus I rarely go out to eat unless my friends are with me to assist.” You explain to Henry.

Henry frowns, hearing that. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that, Tyyne.” He says. “I guess people who can see don’t think of things like that.” He says. You nod. “The worst part is when the business’ employees get snippy with me and try to rush me.” You reply. You tilt your head back to where you hear the cashier returning. “I’m sorry, Miss, we haven’t got one. We have burgers, chicken, salads, and soups. Is there something in particular you were wanting?” he asks. You sigh and frown. “What kinds of burgers do you have and what is on them?” you ask.

He tells you and you sigh. I guess I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger. Can they make sure the bacon is extra crispy. I hate chewy bacon.” You ask. “Sure, we can do that for you. Did you want that with fries and a drink?” he asks. “Yes, please. What do you have to drink here?” you ask. He tells you they have CocaCola products. You tell him you’d like a coke. “Okay, anything for you Mr. Cavill?” the young man asks. Henry smiles, “I’ll have the double cheeseburger with bacon and fries and a coke as well. Can we also get an order of the mozzarella sticks?” he asks. “Did you want the six or the twelve piece one?” the young man asks. “The twelve piece, please.” Henry replies. “Okay. That’ll be $21.30.” the young man says.

“Mind if I pay?” Henry asks you. You chuckle. “Be my guest, Henry.” You tell him, a little annoyed that the man didn’t inform you there were other sides you could order. Once you get your food and go to sit down, Henry sees you frowning. “What’s the matter, Tyyne?” he asks.

“If you wouldn’t have ordered the Mossarrella sticks, I wouldn’t have known there were other sides that could be ordered. The cashier didn’t ask if I wanted any other sides.” You say with a disappointed sigh. “I wish it was federal law that all restaurants had to have a basic menu in braille and educated their employees better on informing or offering blind people more assistance in ordering.

It’s just another example of how the blind are forgotten about in our culture. No one thinks of how they are going to order food at restaurants when they can’t see a menu. If they have no one with them to read the menu to them, they rely on the server or in this case the cashier to inform them what their options are. If no one tells the blind person there are other options for food, they won’t know and will assume that what they are told is all that is available.” You explain.

“If more people tried to go about their average day from morning till night with their eyes closed or covered and experienced what it is like to be blind, just for one day in the real world, I think things would change in a holy hurry for those of us who are truly blind.” You say.

Henry reaches across the table and takes your hand. “Thanks for telling me this, Tyyne. I’ll do my best to help you with that when I’m around, if you’re okay with it.” he tells you. “Thanks, Henry.” You say. “Now, do you want to share my cheese sticks?” he asks. You grin and nod. He takes one and puts it in your hand, then asks if you want marinara sauce. You think then nod. He guides your hand to the container and you dip the cheese stick in it.

You giggle. “Please tell me if I’m going to miss my mouth. I don’t want marinara all over my shirt.” You tell him. You hear him chuckle. The two of you laugh and giggle as he tries to guide you verbally to get the cheese stick to your mouth without making a mess. You manage to get it without getting marinara all over your face. “Here, lean forward, you got a little something at the corner of your mouth, Sweetie.” he tells you. You lean forward and he gives you a kiss and licks off a little marinara at the corner of your mouth, making you giggle. “Smooth, Cavill.” You tease him. He just grins and chuckles.

“Henry, is there ketchup and mustard on my burger already or do I need to put some on it?” you ask. He hums and picks up the bun off the burger. “Nope, there’s some on there, but you said you don’t like onions, right?” he asks. You nod. “Mind if I pick off the onions for you?” he asks. You smile. “Go ahead. I forgot to ask if they put them on their burgers. My bad.” You say. “I usually remember to ask when ordering burgers.” You say.

Henry finds a crispy French fry from his basket and scoops off the onion rings from your burger. “There, no more onions.” He says and plops them onto his burger.

The two of you eat in companionable silence until Kal starts to whine wanting his food. “Oh, yeah, sorry Kal. Here.” Henry says and you hear a zipper being opened and the ‘pop’ of Kal’s bowl being opened. You hear Henry grab a bag of kibble and pour it into the bowl then you hear Kal crunching the nuggets as he eats.

Once the three of you are done, you and Henry walk back to the gate and ask for a couple of cots and are told they are all being used. You groan and Henry frowns. He asks if there are any blankets and pillows left. The person shakes their head. You hear Henry growl. “It’s alright, Henry. I’ll manage.” You tell him. He sighs and the two of you head off to a corner and find an open spot on the floor. “Hang on a minute.” He says Taking his long overcoat and empties out the pockets into his backpack. Then he folds it up and lays it down on the floor. “Here. Lie down on this so you have a little padding at least.” He says. He calls Kal over and tells him to lie down. Kal does and Henry tells you that you can use Kal for a pillow. That he does it all the time. “Kal’s used to it by now.” he says.

You lie down on your side and take your coat and drape it over you, putting your bag in front of you. Henry lays down beside you and puts his back pack next to your bag and lays down with his head on his arm. “Get some sleep Tyyne.” He tells you and you close your eyes, letting sleep claim you.

Henry watches as you fall asleep. He feels bad that someone took the two cots he had gotten for you. He didn’t think about the fact that people would just see them being unused and claim them for themselves. He sighs frustrated. Henry rolls onto his back and leans against Kal’s rear and looks out the window, watching the snow fall and swirl all around, thinking about all he learned about you and about what life is like for a blind person. He realizes what a loss of independence it causes and how much the blind have to rely on others to survive in today’s world.

Now he realizes why everyone was freaking out about him wearing the gold contacts all the time and how dumb it was of him to not give his eyes a chance to breathe when he had to wear those contacts. It really was taking a HUGE risk that could’ve jeopardized his entire career and his future as a person in general. Life really does suck for blind people. He decides he wants to do more to help the blind but isn’t sure what he can do to help. He falls asleep thinking about what he could possibly do to make a positive impact or change for them.

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I’ll See You Again

Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Danny Cardinal

Summary: A depth look in Sienna’s and Danny’s relationship until the night before it all went down.

Warning: Mentions of death. Besides that, its a fluffy and bittersweet tale.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except the storyline. All characters are owned by Pixelberry.

A/N: I am backkk, well.. not literally. I took a small chunk of my time to write this to celebrate our girl Sienna, and for the @siennatrinhappreciationblog ! This is my submission for Day 1 of Sienna Trinh Appreciation week and this is my first time writing for them, I hope I hit the mark! I have been quite mixed feelings in life right now, it is both a good and bad time-ish, it feels like a lot and, i am so sorry if I am lack on updates for bryce fics, I hope to write soon without hesitation and everything else that is going on! So, no one told me that life is gonna be this way.... sjssksk, i am surviving at its finest! I hope all of you are doing amazing, and thank you for everything! I apologize in advance if there is any grammatical errors! Enjoy!

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The small moments they spend as the sun sets at the house party, as they talked about life, tv-shows, good memories, cringey moments and life is one of the best moments for her. The moments followed, was a series of smiles caught in-between shifts, as their hands brushed on the nurses counter, or the introduction of 50s movies that made her smile, including a monologue of Danny reciting the lines of a damsel in distress that made her heart leapt in joy.

She had Wayne, but the feeling with him cant be compared as he made her feel unimportant, as if there is a barrier in between that keeps on stopping her from seeing the light. Danny Cardinal is a different one, a new presence that somehow she didn’t know she needed. Someone who sees her more than Wayne ever does, someone who appreciates her talents along with their quirky interests that made them compatible one way or another.

She never told her roommates, the day they went out to Donahue together, a moment of silence as Sienna finally had the courage to invite him for a drink, after her break-up with Wayne. She wasn’t ready to move on yet, but…she felt like she needed a friend. Someone to talk too, someone who she could relate in a way, and that’s where Danny Cardinal made his entrance.

‘I just break up with my long-time boyfriend..’ It suddenly slips out of her tongue, somehow she was wallowing it after their confrontation with Casey earlier.

He wasn’t ready. He didn’t expect that news would drop as they just finished work.

‘OH-, are you okay? Do you need anything, we could go back if you want!’ His voice filled with caution, as he tries to comfort her in the most awkward way he could think of at the moment.

Sienna smiles at his reaction, it was a mixture of cute and adorable which she is aware that it is similar. A laugh stifle out of her, as Danny smiles too. Mirroring her expression, he found himself being very careful as he slips his fingers into her, giving her a squeeze, equivalent to the saying, ‘everything is going to be alright.’

She felt happy, a different kind of happiness. That night was the start of it all, a small gesture that is worth more than a thousand words. It was called, something new. She recalls the small gesture, when she is down, or mad, or even sad, as a way to assure herself that she is going to be alright.

Until that unfortunate day, the fear in her started to show as seeing her best friend, and him there in the room somehow being sacrificed for an evil plan. She recalls their small talks the night before, as he was seen bringing her a cup of coffee after the long day they both had, their small talks is something normal in other people’s eyes, as it is an escape for them into the world.

‘A cup of brownie chocolate drink for one Sienna Trinh?’ His voice in a sing-song as he passed the cup to her.

‘…And, a cup of Hazelnut Latte for Danny Cardinal courtesy of Casey, and her access to Dr. Ramsey’s coffee machine.’ She whispered the last part of the sentence making him laugh as his voice boomed through the empty hospital hallways.

‘Free coffee too, count me in?’ Danny said happily taking a sip of his drink, as Sienna does the same.

‘How was your day?’ She asked, as they walked through the hallways; one of the reasons she manages to keep herself sane after all the insanity from her day as a second-year resident.

‘It was…’ He went silence, as he took another sip before continuing.

‘The Senator’s case. It was odd, and weird. I know I shouldn’t questioned anything, but he gave me some bad vibes, including his assistant Travis, they both kinda gave me a weird vibe. I felt like Travis was lurking his way down the halls, somehow searching for something… and it creeps me out.’ A shiver escaped him, as they arrived at the quiet cafeteria.

‘I heard about him, he is the one who came from Mass Kenmore right?’ Sienna asked, recalling the info Casey told her about her heist with Baz at MK.

He nod, taking another sip.

‘How was yours?’

She lets out a sigh, followed by a groan.

‘I am guessing, it was bad..?’ His voice slowly, as Sienna nods in return.

‘It wasn’t horrible, but…it felt tiring. I just feel like I have to do everything and Mitch isn’t helping one bit, and there is this kid, he is suffering with all these decisions and... ugh!’ She lets out a groan of frustration once more, earning an ‘I’m sorry’ look on Danny’s face.

She tried to plastered a smile on her face, an attempt to make herself look stronger. But, somehow she felt like she can’t fake it, a part of her wanted to fake a smile, and just brushed the topic off.

‘You know you don’t have to be strong in front of me Sienna, it’s okay to be sad once in a while…’ Danny stated with a slow tone, a comforting one.

‘Doctors were supposed to be strong, its our job to be strong for our patients…’

‘And yet, we are humans Sienna. We can cry, smile, laugh and get ourselves angry because we are human. Those feelings are valid, and it means you are you. There is honestly nothing wrong with that okay?’ Danny moved to the opposite side of the table, taking a seat beside her. In a split second, she founds herself leaning onto the comfort of his hugs. The universal language that will never gets old, kisses are great and all, but… hugs are even better. He place his arms around her shoulder, as the cold environment around them was a hazy memory.

‘You know you give good hugs don’t you Danny?’ Sienna said in between the hugs, as their drinks started to cool off.

‘Hey, its apart of who I am! Don’t tell Bryce, he once told me that he was the best hugger in Edenbrook.’ A laugh stifled out of her once more, her troubles were behind.

‘Don’t worry, besides Casey; you are definitely a close second.’ She winks at him, as they enjoyed their presumably final moments together.

It was almost dawn, as both of their pagers were paged at the same time. Both of them rushed, at the same time trying to keep in moment as they enjoyed their small company together without any interruptions from the real world.

A few minutes after, they arrived at their pin-point where they would have to say ‘goodbye’. In that moment, without hesitation; a gut feeling inside told her; hug him. It can somehow be your last time seeing his face.

He looks at her in disbelief at first, but who ever declines a hug? He hugs her back, the feeling of comfort that somehow the key of keeping both of them sane is one ways or another. A gesture that she would love to get used to, hugging Danny. Maybe more than the other. After a while, they pulled away. A small smile linger on her face, as she left the nursing station; a contained feeling in her heart. She turns her head back, meeting his eyes once more. He waves from afar, as she waves back as they resume their lives.

And, that morning was the last time she saw his face. The last time she would feel his touch, the final cup of coffee together, and… their final hug. As Danny was one of the victims of Travis’s plan on murdering the Senator.

The sadness from before suddenly felt in her once again, without the comfort of his hugs and words. She felt herself wanting to break down, as the news escaped the lips of Dr. Ramsey.

Sienna tried to stay strong, as she stood behind the glass. With a full of pain in her heart, meeting Casey’s emerald’s which is fill with sympathy. She mouthed, ‘I’m so sorry’. As the tears threatened to fall from her eyes, Jackie scoot towards her way and bring her into the group’s embrace.

‘Don’t you dare die. No coma’s either. Just…hold the line, hear me?’ Her voice booms through the glass, as tear started to fall.

As all of them were ushered away, working on the treatment. Sienna looked back, as she saw Bryce walking into the room with a hazmat suit on him, a small smile on her face; knowing Casey wont be alone for the time being. She glanced back once more, before moving forward with the rest of the team.

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The same smile appeared once more, after Casey was saved. She couldn’t lose another one of the people she cared about, and… she engulfed her with a bear hug, the lost and comfort from the day before started to catch up to her. The day she lost Danny, and the day her best friend is save. Two different events that change her life in a way.

Funerals were meant to celebrate the life that was lived, staring at the black theme-d attire in her room, she wasn’t ready to face it. She wasn’t ready to face the day, where she would see him for the final time. The final time, where she could picture the smile on his face, as the memories from the past days would play in her mind again and again; as a way to comfort her sorrows.

She glanced at her room, somehow looking at it for the first time. Her eyes gaze upon the lines of furniture, and it stops at the wall of pictures. Somehow, all of the good memories from her intern year was on that wall, reminding her the good times of it all. Her eyes stop at one, she remembered it all too well.

A photo, both herself and Danny were sleeping on the couch after the party, that her friends took. She was mad at first, but… she realizes that was one of the earliest memories of herself and Danny, and she was grateful for it.

She didn’t join in the others, as a way to cope herself with all of it. She took the long way down, a way to be with her own thoughts, as after a while; the cemetery was in view. The number of nurses, workers, families, and many more had came by to express their thoughts. A way of remembering the ones that has gone, she glances at the crowd as she stood beside Dr. Ramsey who is somehow standing in the back of it all.

It was silence between them, as she glance upon the familiarity of the voice. It was Casey’s as she takes the lead, a smile upon her face from the stories that she managed to recalled from both Danny’s and Bobby’s time at Edenbrook, they were heroes. They will never be forgotten, somehow; it was one of the things that made saying goodbye very hard.

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Afterwards, she founds herself linger behind. The skies are dark, upon the lost of two souls. Taking a small Laelia Orchid in her hand, making her way to both of them. Her tears stained cheek are visible, through the darkness of the sky. She places the flower in both of their caskets, a final goodbye.

The walk back to the hospital was accompanied by memories, smiles, laughter and even the warmth of his comfort accompanying her way back. She smiled despite it all, knowing that Danny is always going to be there, a comfort for her; as she took a sip of his favorite drink or, the moment where she stumbled at one of the movies from their trip to the Common. A reminder that he is always going to be apart of her, helping her through this life. As a human being, a doctor, a friend… and maybe in another lifetime; something even bigger than before.

She knows that she will see him again, very very soon.

THE END.

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