Live Like Jack And Sally

Live Like Jack and Sally

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Prompt - ‘I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.’

Part One here but you can read this as a one shot

You and Matthew seemed to be talking constantly since your first date and you couldn’t wait for the second. Apparently neither could the fans who were still going crazy over the pictures that somebody had taken of the two of you. Every single time you opened any social media platform you were guaranteed to see those photos and each time they made you so unbelievably giddy.

Halloween couldn’t come soon enough, you were counting down the days until you could see Matthew again. A part of you was surprised by how quickly you had started to like him, sure you were talking to him for a while over instagram but you’d only met him once and you were so far gone for him. There was just something about him that was so unique that you couldn’t help it.

On the 31st October you woke up with butterflies in your stomach, those butterflies only intensified once you saw Matthew had uploaded an Instagram post…it was of you.

There you were sitting in the wheelbarrow, it was a different one to the one the fans took. In this one you were surrounded by pumpkins, Matthew’s scarf was wrapped around your neck as you held two mini pumpkins up, one in each hand. Your cheeks were flushed, from the cold or from Matthew’s presence, and there was a glow to your face as you grinned up at Matthew.

The comments were everything you expected them to be. People were loving it, believing this was the confirmation of your relationship.

‘Pumpkins, her, pumpkins.’ The caption read and you couldn’t help but smile shyly down at your phone.

Matthew hadn’t told you where you were going today but he had asked you how you felt about dressing up. That then evolved into a day-long conversation about matching costumes and the two of you eventually settled on Jack and Sally…which meant you had a day of getting ready to look forward to before Matthew came to pick you up.

He told you he’d be at your house at around seven so you spent the morning relaxing before you began to get ready in the afternoon.

‘Happy Halloween!! I can’t wait to see you, I hope you like what I have planned!’

Matthew texted just as you finished with the final touches of make up, you’d really went for it, painting any visible skin blue and adding scars in the right places. You loved Halloween so this was perfect for you.

You and Matthew traded messages back and forth as the two of you prepared for your date.

-

There was a knock on your door just before seven and you couldn’t help but grin as you answered it.

“Wow,” Matthew said before you could say anything, “You look incredible!” He exclaimed, leaning towards you and pulling you in for a hug.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Me?” You said as the two of you pulled away, “Look at you!” Look at him indeed, he looked incredible, face painted perfectly representing a skeleton and the suit hugged him nicely.

“So there’s this party that gets thrown every year,” Matthew said as the two of you pulled up to an ancient looking house. It was large, larger than yours, the exterior was black and orange lights shone through the windows making it perfect for halloween. “It’s really fun but if it’s not your scene then…”

“It looks amazing from out here, I’m excited to see inside.” You said, cutting him off and watching how he grinned.

The two of you made your way inside and it was incredible. The decorations were clearly worth a lot and everything looked so real. Fake blood trickled down the walls, as mist covered everyone's feet, spiderwebs hung from the ceiling and every single person was dressed up, looking amazing.

“Can I get you a drink?” Matthew asked and you nodded, telling him your drink order. He took your hand in his, pulling you gently through the crowd of people as you made your way to the bar.

You were introduced to a few people, people Matthew either knew professionally and a few he was actually friends with as the two of you made your way from the room with the bar in it to a room that was slightly colder, creating a spooky atmosphere. Sat at the table were some skeletons and on a silver platter was a head that looked just a bit too human.

Matthew’s hand was still holding yours, his thumb brushing against your knuckles every so often as he spoke with you.

The two of you spent the night in your own little bubble despite the many, many people at the party. Nothing was pulling either of you away from each other, whether you were sitting down and having drinks together or up dancing with each other.

Right now the two of you were on the dance floor and even though at least thirty other people were there, you only had eyes for each other. You laughed as Matthew spun you around before pulling you close and energetically swaying your bodies together to the beat. By the time the song had ended the two of you were panting for breath but giggling to each other as you moved away.

It was well into the early hours of the morning now and the two of you decided to call it a night. Matthew’s once perfectly applied white face paint was now splotchy at best, some had dripped down his face whilst in other places it had completely come off. You couldn’t imagine what your own blue face paint looked like but you didn’t care, too caught up in Matthew to bother with how your face looked.

Matthew had driven but since the two of you had had a drink you were waiting for a car to pick you up. Standing outside the gates of the house was just the two of you, the night air was exactly what you needed, cold against the heat of the house.

Matthew had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, he had done since you’d left the dance floor and you weren’t complaining. You looked up at the man, he really was beautiful, not just his appearance but…everything. The way he acted like it didn’t matter who was around to judge him, it made you feel like you could be yourself, unapologetically yourself, something that was rare to feel when you worked in the industry you did.

“I’m glad you agreed to come.” He told you. “I know it’s probably strange to admit this considering we’ve only had one date before this but I really like you.”

“It’s not strange,” You said, turning further into him, “I feel the same way.” You confessed.

Matthew smiled down at you, he moved closer to you before pausing.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, watching you for any sign of uncomfortableness but when you smiled shyly and nodded he didn’t hesitate.

It was a soft kiss, just a brush of lips really. You leaned closer, smiling into the kiss as Matthew deepend it, not much, it was still just an innocent first kiss but the feel of his lips against yours…you couldn’t describe.

The two of you pulled away from each other but didn’t move far as Matthew leaned his forehead against yours, leaving blue face paint on his face.

“I really like you.” He repeated again before leaning down to kiss you again.

“I really like you too.” You giggled, smiling when he leaned in a third time. The two of you pulled away when you heard a car pulling up.

When you were both seated and Matthew had given your address to the driver, he sat back and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate before leaning into him causing him to smile down at you, his hand trailing up and down your upper arm.

“Do I get to know what we’re doing on the third date?” You asked as your eyes fell closed.

Matthew smiled softly down at you, thanking anyone he could think that he had met you.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He said, causing you to groan jokingly. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.” He told you, pressing a lingering kiss against the top of your head.

By the time the car was pulling up to your house you had ended up drifting off against Matthew who just smiled the entire time.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said softly as he gently shook you. You blinked up at him before looking around and realising where you were.

“Oh,” you said tiredly, “sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s no problem.” Matthew said as he climbed out of the car, holding a hand out for you. He called back for the driver to wait for him before he walked you up to your door.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” Matthew said after you opened your door, still holding your hand in his.

“Thank you for inviting me, this was one of the best Halloweens I’ve had in a long while.” You told him truthfully.

“Me too.” He said, slightly shocked to find out how much he meant those words. “You should get some sleep.” He said as he leaned forward, kissing you once more, this kiss somehow more gentler, more softer than the others, causing you to blush slightly.

“I’ll see you soon?” You asked and Matthew nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling away.

“Soon.” He promised, making you smile up at him. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Matthew.” You waited until he was back in the car before you shut the front door, leaning against it with a smile.

God, two dates in and you could feel how much you liked him.

The next morning you woke up to the memory of Matthew’s lips against yours and smiled brightly up at the ceiling. You found your phone and somehow smiled wider as you saw Matthew had posted another Instagram.

It was a picture of the pair of you from last night, you remembered Matthew handing his phone to a girl, asking her to take some photos of the two of you together. It was early on in the night so both of your makeup was still intact, Matthew’s hand rested on your waist as you leaned into him.

There were two photos that had been uploaded in the same post, the first one was of the two of you looking at the camera, wide smiles in place and the next was of Matthew still smiling at the camera but you were looking up at him, your smile had softened though it was still just as bright.

The look on your face showed how much you liked Matthew and you couldn’t wait until you saw him again.

‘We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.’

Enchanted To Meet You

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Prompts -36 - ‘We’re friends and both famous and we talk about each other in interviews because we're the biggest fans of the other and people ship us.’ except they’re not friends but they meet on like a talk show or red carpet, please!!!

Sometimes it felt like you didn’t stop but you loved your job more than anything. You were an actress most well known for your role in the Marvel movies though you did have fanbases in many other areas.

You had not long finished a new movie, it was a completely new style than you were used to, the role being that of a detective responsible for tracking down a world renowned serial killer.

Now that the movie was finished it was time for the press interviews which you were always super excited for. It wasn’t long before hair and make up was finished and you found yourself in a chair opposite an interviewer.

He had started off the interview by asking you the general questions one expects when doing press for a movie before he had asked you a question that made you smile.

“So obviously a big release in the past few weeks was from your fellow avenger Spider-Man.” The interviewer said, causing you to nod, “Have you had a chance to see it yet? What did you think of Jake Gyllenhaal as Mysterio?”

This would be a bit of an odd question to most people but over the years you’d begun talking more about Jake Gyllenhaal in your interviews than the actual movie you were promoting. It was the same for him too, you were both big fans of each other and it wasn’t long until the internet was shipping the two of you together like crazy.

“I have watched it, yeah, I managed to watch it the day it came out actually. Obviously I think Jake did an amazing job as always, he’s such an incredible actor, you know? I mean this isn’t really a role he’s done before but I think he really hit it out of the park.” You gushed meaning every word.

You did enjoy going online and seeing all the fans going wild over the two of you together considering you had never met the man.

“It’s too bad you couldn’t make an appearance in this movie, I think the two of you meeting would break the internet.” He said, causing the both of you to laugh.

“I think you’re right. Honestly, I tried so hard to be in that movie, even for a second. I went to the big bosses and I got Tom in on it too but unfortunately they rejected my request, so it’s another day in which I haven’t met Jake Gyllenhaal.” You said whilst laughing. “No but seriously, I think he’s absolutely incredible and the way he portrayed Mysterio was amazing!”

-

“Thank you for being here, Jake, Tom!” Jimmy said as he welcomed Tom and Jake onto the show. Spider-Man had been out for a while now but the two of them were still going out and doing the interviews together.

Again, the interview followed the same back and forth pace that people expected from talk shows but it wasn’t long before your name was mentioned.

“Is it true Y/N got you involved in trying to get her a part in this movie?” Jimmy asked whilst laughing.

“Oh my God, yes she did!” Tom replied, laughing himself, “So obviously her and Jake have massive crushes on each other,” He said, causing the audience to erupt into cheers. Jake rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. “But they haven’t actually met, so when I told Y/N/N that Jake was going to be in this movie she tried so hard to get in it. I think she even called Kevin Feige at one point and asked if she could have an unpaid role in the movie.”

“Wait really?” Jimmy said as everyone laughed along with the three men on stage. “How come you two haven’t met yet? I mean I feel like you’ve been together for years.”

“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. I mean if the chance was there I’d take it in a second but for some reason we just, our paths haven’t crossed yet.” Jake explained, he really had wanted to meet you for so long but unfortunately it had just never happened.

“It’s so crazy though, I mean you two are friends with all the same people, like she’s super close with Hugh Jackman, it’s just crazy that you haven’t met.” Tom chuckled.

“Trust me man, I know, I’m making it my goal to meet her.” Jake laughed as everyone cheered.

The smile he got when talking about you never went even as the topic changed.

-

It was Oscar’s night and you were super excited having been nominated for best actress. You had spent hours in your hotel as you had your hair and make up done before you were being helped into the most beautiful Versace dress.

It wasn’t long before you were in the car and heading to the Dolby Theater. Your team was running through things you needed to know and do for the night and you listened, nodding along with what they were saying.

Soon enough you were in the middle of all the excitement. You made your way up to where celebrities were standing, turning as camera people shouted at you.

You smiled in each direction, making sure to throw a few poses each way too before you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and your eyes widened as you saw Jake Gyllenhaal stood there with the biggest grin on his face.

“Hi!” He greeted loudly, grin widening as you smiled back at him.

“Hello there stranger.” You returned, completely forgetting about the many, many cameras on the pair of you.

Jake opened his arms to you and was quick to engulf you in a tight hug, you matching his grip.

“Thought I’d come and say hi before we never saw each other again.” He said with a laugh, causing you to giggle.

“Yeah it’s been a long time in the making.” You shot back. When he pulled away, he was still smiling, looking at you like you were the only person here.

“Y/N, Jake, this way!” A voice cut through causing you both to jump slightly before laughing.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to crash your photos.” He said but you just shook your head.

“Don’t be, you’re more than welcome to stay, I’m pretty sure these pictures might actually break the internet.” You joked and the two of you turned to the cameras, Jake’s arm resting on your waist as you leaned into him.

The two of you stayed there for a few moments before you were being ushered off and into the interview part of the carpet.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N and Jake Gyllenhaal, together for the first time ever!” The interviewer exclaimed, causing you all to laugh.

“I saw her out there, man, and I couldn’t resist.” Jake said, making you smile.

“I don’t blame you, who knows when you would’ve met otherwise. You both look amazing by the way, who are you wearing?” The man asked as he held the mic out to you.

“I’m head to toe in Versace tonight and I absolutely love it.” You said before turning to Jake.

“And you, Jake?” He asked.

“Well first of all, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He said, causing you to try desperately to hide a blush as he explained who he was wearing.

Meeting Jake in person was strange, it was like you already knew him. Somehow, despite literally knowing him for a handful of minuets, he managed to give you butterflies. It was something that had never happened before.

You both spoke about and praised each other’s movies before you were heading off to the next interviewer.

“It was great talking to you guys, you look incredible together, good luck for tonight!” The final interviewer said, something all the others had said too. Despite denying the fact that you two were together multiple times tonight you knew people wouldn’t believe it.

-

“I’m sorry about that, I was only coming over to say hello.” Jake said once the two of you were in the venue and it had quietened down significantly.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, we both know how fast paced these things are.” You said, causing him to nod in agreement. “It was great to finally meet you though.”

“It’s great to meet you too! I really am a big fan.” He told you and the two of you were more than content to talk with each other in an isolated corner of the room before you were all being directed to your seats.

“Are you going to the after party?” Jake asked before the two of you separated.

“Yeah, are you?” You really wanted to spend more time with the man. Somehow in the course of half an hour you had managed to become enchanted by him.

“I am. Would you, maybe, want to go with me?” You tried not to blush, you really did but failed miserably. The smile on your face spoke volumes about how much you wanted that anyway.

“I’d love to go with you.” You told him sincerely.

The two of you were forced to part ways after that as the staff insisted you go to your seats.

-

“Jake’s presenting best actress?” You whispered to your co-star as Jake took to the stage.

“Apparently the person who was supposed to be doing it got sick, so they asked him to step in.” Benedict explained, causing you to nod.

Jake’s opening speech was great and soon he was announcing the nominees.

“Here are the five, incredibly inspiring, women who are nominated tonight. Emma Stone, Melissa McCarthy, Margot Robbie, Scarlett Johansson and Y/F/N Y/L/N. And the Oscar goes to…” Here Jake paused to open the envelope, a grin spreading across his face, “Y/F/N Y/L/N!”

In seconds you were surrounded by people hugging and congratulating you. You heard cheering and barely registered the walk up to the stage. You did register Jake wrapping you in a hug,

“Congratulations, Y/N, you deserve it.” He whispered, causing you to blush again.

He pulled away from you to leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before he handed you your award and gestured for you to approach the microphone.

“Wow, ok, um, hold on a sec.” You said, causing everyone to laugh. “Um, first of all, thank you Jake, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to give me this award. God, this is an unbelievable honour. Um, I also want to thank Benedict Cumberbatch who pushed me and inspired me so much everyday, thank you. Thank you to all the amazing cast and crew for this movie, you have been so incredible to work with. Oh, I know I’m going to forget somebody. Thank you to my family for believing in me everyday. Thank you to the fans, you’ve been amazing to me for so many years. Um, yeah, thank you so much, have a great night!” You said before turning around. Jake held his arm out to you causing you to smile gratefully as he helped you down the stairs.

Backstage he tugged you into another hug, the two of you grinning like fools.

“I have to get back out there for my category but seriously, that was a well deserved win, congratulations.” He told you, the look in his eyes showing how sincere he was.

“Thank you so much!” You exclaimed, still feeling the adrenaline pumping through you. “Good luck!” And before you could stop yourself you leaned up and kissed his cheeks causing his smile to turn shy.

God, you couldn’t wait to see him again.

The One

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Prompt - ‘If you wanted me you really should have showed.’

If you were to ask anybody who knew you or Jake they would have all told you the same thing; you were head over heels in love, you and Jake were the one for each other. People were more surprised to find out you weren’t dating after taking one look at the two of you and coming to the conclusion that you had to be together, friends couldn’t possibly look at each other like that.

When people asked you what the deal was between you and Jake, you just smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile but rather a smile that showed how much you wanted things to change, a smile that said I fell for my best friend hard and there’s nothing that can be done. You gave them a smile and you told them he was your friend, he was your best friend, and that was the end of it.

There had always been something between you and Jake, something that always hinted towards feelings for each other, something that gave you a spark of hope that things could change but they never did.

Things never changed.

You and Jake had hit it off pretty much straight away when you’d first met, your first day on the job Jake came up to you with a to-go cup and a bright smile on his face. He stayed with you all day, helping you navigate everything. From then on you two had become such close friends, it was a friendship that everyone should have at least once, the type of friendship were you knew what the other was thinking, what they were going to do, it was the type of friendship were you could show up at each other’s door after a bad case and not have to say anything.

It was the type of friendship that made you realise you were falling in love.

You went on for months pretending that nothing had changed. Except now you couldn’t help but look at things from a new perspective, when Jake hugged you close for longer than what was considered socially acceptable, when Jake showed up at your door with a bag filled with your favourite take out, could these things just be friendly gestures or was there a chance Jake liked you too?

-

“I call Y/N!” Was the first thing you heard as the elevator doors opened into the precinct. You walked towards Holt’s office, leaning against the door frame but staying silent.

“You can’t just call Y/N.” Amy said as she rolled her eyes at Jake who was grinning up at her.

“Ha! I just did.” Jake shot back.

“Sir, Jake always picks Y/N.” Terry said looking towards Holt who tried to look bored of the group in front of him but looking closely you could see he was amused by the conversation topic.

“Perhaps we should just let Y/N pick who her partner is.” Holt said as he gestured to you. You smiled as you watched Jake’s head shoot around as he smiled brightly at you.

You looked at Jake and hated that the first thought in your head was could he like me. Rosa had told you the way you and Jake looked at each other wasn’t how friends should look at each other but you’d always brushed her off. Since realising your feelings for the detective you could help but question if she was right.

“Y/N!” Jake greeted, “You’ll be my partner won’t you?” The over exaggerated puppy dog eyes made your heart simultaneously ache and swell at the same time. You wished this was just some school girl crush that you could shake off but it wasn’t, it was real and you ached with how much you wanted this.

“Hmm,” You pondered, watching as Jake jutted his bottom lip out some more, “I suppose somebody has to be and I can put up with you better than most people can.” You joked, smiling as he laughed and made his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“That’s my girl.” And oh, how you wished you were.

-

You frowned as you heard a knock on your door. It had been a long day at work, the case you’d spent weeks on had gotten nowhere and was now considered a cold case - telling the victim’s family had gone as well as expected. Now all you wanted to do was hide away from everything and everyone.

With a groan you got out of bed and headed to the front door.

“Hi.” Jake smiled sadly at you. Despite everything that had happened that day, you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door wider.

“Thought you could use some company.” He told you and before you knew it you were being wrapped up tightly in Jake’s arms.

You couldn’t help but grip him just as tightly, cursing yourself as you did so. Being in Jake’s arms, wrapped tightly up in them like he could protect you from the world, made you feel safe. It was the safest you had felt in a long time and when he pulled away you immediately missed the warmth and comfort.

“Can I do anything?” He asked but you just shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. “I can go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“No, no,” You rushed out before you could stop yourself, “stay, please.” You pleaded, stepping aside so he could come in. The two of you headed to your bedroom, this wasn’t the first time one of you had shown up at the other’s house after midnight and it wasn’t the first time you’d shared a bed.

It was, however, the first time since you discovered your feelings for the man and this time instead of keeping some space between the two of you, Jake wrapped you up in his arms again.

You couldn’t help but melt into him and you pleaded with anyone who would listen for Jake to just make a move, give you a hint…anything.

-

“Come on, man, Y/N’s not gonna wait around forever.” Terry said one night as he, Charles and Jake were sat in the bar. The two men had been on Jake’s back for months now trying to get him to ask you out.

“Trust me, I want to but it’s not like that. She doesn’t feel that way about me.” Jake replied, a small frown on his face. He hated when the guys brought you up because it always reminded him that he couldn’t have you, no matter how much he wanted you, you were always just going to see him as a friend. He wasn’t going to ruin that friendship by telling you how he felt.

“She likes you, Jake!” Charles insisted but Jake just shook his head. He couldn’t have this conversation again, so without a word he left the bar ignoring the calls of his friends.

It hurt, only being able to have you as a friend. To hold you after a bad day but know there was nothing more than platonic feelings there, to not go home together after work and cook together, working like you were made for each other. Just being your friend was the worst but the thought of losing that friendship and you turning him down was too much for Jake so instead he smiled and continued to just be friends.

-

It had been months since you first realised you liked Jake and in that time you had given him so many chances to confess, for him to pull you into a kiss and say he felt the same way but that day never came.

Eventually you decided that you just had to give up because sooner or later this was going to destroy your friendship with Jake and that would break your heart.

“I have a date.” You told Rosa and Amy when the others left the break room. They immediately started talking and questioning you about it, both drawing the same incorrect conclusion.

“With Jake?” They asked together, Amy grinning at you whilst Rosa smirked. Both girls had been persistent that you and Jake were going to have a big romantic moment where you confessed your feelings and fell magically into your happily ever after.

“Finally, I always told you he was the one for you.” Amy continued as her smile grew. Any conversation where Jake came up, Amy had always insisted that Jake was ‘the one’.

Oh, how you wished he was.

Unfortunately this was life and people rarely got what they wanted.

“No.” You said, watching as their expressions changed immediately.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Rosa asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I mean no. I told you Jake doesn’t like me the way I like him and I have to do something before this crush ruins our friendship. Trust me, if he liked me he would’ve done something a long time ago.” You said honestly. Jake was the type of person who went for what he wanted.

“Y/N…” Amy began but you shook your head, quickly cutting her off.

“No Amy, he had his chance and nothing happened. I can’t just sit around alone just because he doesn’t like me.” You said and with that you left the room and entered Holt’s office ready for your meeting.

-

In the two months you’d been dating Liam you had noticed that you had barely seen Jake. When he found out you had started dating Liam he smiled, it was a painfully obvious fake smile, and told you he was happy for you before disappearing for the rest of the day.

In those two months you’d only seen Jake for work purposes though he wasn’t partnered up with you anymore. If the group went to the bar and you tagged along Jake would make up some excuse so that he didn’t have to go, so eventually you just stopped going all together.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit that Jake hadn’t fought for you, there was a small part of you that hoped by dating somebody Jake would admit he liked you but instead of that happening he just avoided you and your friendship.

That’s not to say Liam wasn’t good, he was, but with him you just felt…fine but with Jake you felt safe, loved, cared for, you felt fireworks just from your fingers brushing and you felt fearless as you worked together.

As you were feeling this way, it shouldn’t have surprised you when the fight happened.

-

“I tried to ignore it, you know, pretend that my girlfriend wasn’t into some other guy but come on!” Liam yelled. The conversation that started the argument wasn’t great, you accidentally brought up Jake’s name when talking about work causing the man to explode.

“There is nothing between me and Jake!” You told him honestly, causing him to laugh bitterly.

“Oh please, don’t act like there is nothing happening there! Everyone can see it all over your face.” Liam continued to yell, continued to tell you how you and Jake were probably sneaking around behind his back, calling you every name under the sun.

Finally, after what felt like hours of having abuse shouted at you, you left, ignoring the words of disgust he shouted at your retreating figure.

It was late at night and Liam had picked you up so you had no way to get home and no money to call a cab. You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts and tried calling Terry but there was no answer. You knew Rosa and Amy were on a stakeout so they couldn’t help and Charles was busier than ever with his kid.

So, that just left Jake.

With a sigh you sat down on the sidewalk. Would Jake even answer the phone? Despite everything that had happened between the two of you, you genuinely believed he’d pick up if you called but there was a small part of you that still hesitated before shaking your head and pressing the call button.

You listen to the ringing for a long time, almost ready to give up before you heard Jake’s groggy voice through the phone.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly just having woken up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You said quietly into the phone.

“It’s fine,” he assured, “is everything ok?” Those were the words that sent you over the edge and you barely managed to suppress a sob as tears fell down your cheeks.

“Um, yeah, no, I just, I-” Jake frowned as he heard another sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok. Just relax, Y/N/N, that’s it. What happened?” He asked after you’d calmed down a bit.

“Me and Liam we, um, got into a fight and he said some things,” Here you stopped to take a shaky breath, “I left.”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N.” He said, more sorry that you were so upset rather than you having broken up with the other man.

“This is your fault you know?” You laughed sadly into the phone, your emotions were all over the place right now and you knew you’d regret saying this tomorrow but you had too. “God, everyone always said we’d be perfect for each other, we were meant to be and you always laughed it off. I wanted you so damn badly Jake, you didn’t even fight for me. Even if you didn’t like me like that, you just let our friendship end. I wanted you to fight for me! That’s all I ever wanted!” You cried and Jake sat in bed with his mouth open as he registered your words.

The silence continued and you were about to hang up the phone when Jake replied.

“You like me?” He asked, stunned.

“You must have known.” Was your weak reply. Now it was out there, you finally admitting this secret, you felt light, you felt relieved. Even if Jake laughed at you, at least you’d said it.

“I would have fought so hard for you, Y/N/N, I, god, I like you so much. Every day I fall for you more and more, all I want, all I ever wanted from the day we met was you. You’re the one I want to dance around the kitchen with, you’re the one I want to take out, you’re the one who I want to lay on the couch with and talk about everything and nothing. It was always you, Y/N, and when you got with him, god, I knew then and there my chance was gone, I knew I’d blown it.” Jake admitted, surprised that he didn’t feel too nervous, he felt great, he felt confident. Even if too much time had passed at least he had said his piece.

“Jake?” You asked.

“Yeah Y/N/N?” Jake replied hesitantly.

“We’re both idiots.” Jake couldn’t help but laugh into the phone causing you to laugh too, the two of you were grinning like idiots.

“Where are you?” Jake asked and after he found out you weren’t too far away from him he offered to pick you up. With a shy smile you thanked him and hung up.

-

Soon enough you and Jake were sitting in his apartment.

“Listen, I know I’ve been a real jerk these last few months but seeing you with him…” Jake trailed off, turning away from you before continuing. “I’m really sorry. It wasn’t fair for me to take my feelings out on you, especially when I didn’t tell you how I felt.”

“I owe you an apology too-” You began but he quickly cut you off.

“No, you don’t. All you did was move on because I was too scared to say something.” Jake told you and whilst it was true you did feel guilty because this was a two way street and you could have told him how you felt.

“I was scared too.” You finally admitted after a few moments of silence causing Jake to smile shyly at you. With only a small amount of hesitation Jake reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to smile and melt into the touch.

“No more being scared, yeah?” Jake whispered as he leaned closer.

“Sounds good.” You replied just as quietly and with that Jake softly connected your lips together. His hand moves from your cheek to cup the nape of your neck as you kiss him back. The kiss itself is gentle but it was like every cheesy cliche ever, you felt fireworks as he kissed you, your skin tingled pleasantly as you felt his fingers lightly grazing your skin.

Maybe Amy was right, you thought as Jake pulled away and rested his forehead against you, smiling softly at you, maybe Jake was the one.

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Months had passed since you had seen Peter Parker and yet somehow he was the one boyfriend who you had never really stopped thinking about. Even after school was done and everyone went their separate ways with new jobs, going to college, enlisting in the military, Peter Parker still crossed your mind.

He was the boyfriend who felt like the one, the boyfriend who when people looked at you they thought you were going to be the exception and stay together forever. You had thought so too but there were too many secrets, not that Peter ever did admit to keeping secrets but you knew.

You had thought he was seeing another girl, that was the only real explanation for why he disappeared for hours on end, never returning your calls and evading questions when asked. You tried to ignore it, you loved him but eventually it was too much and you broke up not long before graduation.

Then you’d gone to college and not seen him since.

It was safe to say that that was one of the best holiday seasons either of you had had._

Now you were heading home for the holidays and part of you wanted to see him. There was a part of you that still wanted to make things work but you knew that was impossible if there was another girl.

Driving home for the holidays made you feel nostalgic. You weren’t even too far away from home but you had moved out and headed further into New York and hadn’t really been back home since. Maybe you’d bump into Peter, maybe you could call things even just for the holidays. Pretend he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

The nostalgic feeling within you only grew as you drove through your hometown and deciding you weren’t needed at home just yet you took a detour. It wasn’t long before you parked your car outside Midtown school, watching as a flow of students came out.

You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered when that was you and Peter, he’d meet you at your locker when classes ended and take your hand, leading you out of the building and the two of you either went to one of your houses or decided to go on a date. Your favourites included bowling, golfing and going to the movies with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you tucked yourself against his chest.

It was the safest feeling in the world.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, lost in the memories but eventually you decided it was time to go. You weren’t quite ready to go home yet so you drove to a small cafe you and Peter had found together and hesitated for a moment before getting out of your car and heading inside.

Soon you were sitting at a table facing out into the street with a hot drink and a muffin in front of you. As you sat sipping your drink, you couldn’t help but smile at the memories of all the times you and Peter had come here, hiding away from the adults and just being in each other’s company.

One night you remembered vividly, it was shortly after Uncle Ben had died. Peter had been a mess and you had tried to be there for him but he pushed you, pushed everyone away. A few weeks had passed with only minimal contact with him before he knocked on your bedroom window.

You had jumped out of your skin seeing him on your fire escape, wondering how on earth he had gotten up so high but those thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind as you took in the cuts and bruises that covered his face.

“What happened?” You asked softly after opening your window for him. You watched as he gingerly climbed through, wincing as he straightened up. Once he was fully inside you could see his eyes were wet and watery.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered instead of answering, moving forward to rest his head on your shoulder. You saw him wince as he did so led him to the bed. Peter seemed thankful as he cuddled into your stomach and you ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Hey, it’s ok, you were going through a lot.” You told him honestly. You had hated the fact you couldn’t comfort him whilst he was mourning the death of Ben but you understood people grieved differently. All you could do was be there for him when he came knocking on your door...or your window.

“What happened?” You had asked again and he turned his head slightly to look up at you.

“I had a fight with May.” Peter mumbled against you. Before you could say anything Peter was suddenly sitting up and grabbing your hand. “Let’s go.” He said.

“Go?” You questioned, “Go where?”

“To the cafe.” Peter said. “Please Y/N.” Was all he needed to say before you were shrugging on a coat and letting him lead you to the cafe.

The two of you had stayed there for hours, you had let Peter lead the conversation not knowing where to go considering he was still obviously upset. You had tried to ask him what had happened with May but he just shook his head and when you brought up the bruises he shut down completely.

Eventually Peter walked you home and the next day everything went back to normal between the two of you.

Sitting here now felt odd, it felt like something was missing.

And then suddenly it wasn’t missing.

“Y/N?” You heard someone say. You turned your head from where you had been gazing out of the window and saw Peter Parker stood next to you holding a to-go cup.

He looked...good. He looked really good and it took a moment for you to reply.

“Peter. Hi!” You greeted, unsure of what to do but Peter looked confused too.

“Hey, how’ve you been? You look great.” He told you and you couldn’t help but smile as he blushed.

“Thanks, I’m good. How’re you? You’re looking good too.” You smiled. It was strange seeing Peter, he hadn’t changed too much, a bit more muscle here and there but ultimately he still looked like the same Peter you had left behind.

Your smile brightened as he blushed even more as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I,um, thank you.” He stammered, clearly his throat before continuing, “I’m good too.”

There was a slight pause as you debated whether you wanted to ask him to join you before you just shook your head. You had wanted to bump into him, turning him away now would be foolish.

“Do you have anywhere to be?” You asked and felt relieved as he shook his head no. “Care to join me then? Gotta say I’ve missed you.” Peter sat down and looked at you shyly before speaking.

“I’ve missed you too.” He admitted.

The two of you sat there for hours and it was like no time had passed where you had been apart. This, this felt natural, it felt right to be sat with Peter talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was easy to keep ordering drinks, easy to keep talking, easy to remember you’d never fallen out of love with him.

The two of you would’ve sat there all night talking, reminiscing, laughing together if your mom didn’t call you, worried about where you were. You gave Peter a sheepish look as you told her you had arrived a while ago but ended up bumping into an old friend.

“I didn’t mean to keep you for so long.” You apologised as the two of you stood up. He smiled over at you, cursing himself for letting his secret get between the two of you.

“Don’t be, I liked seeing you today.” He told you before pausing for a moment, “Aunt May’s out for the holidays, so if you wanted to stop by…” He trailed off and you couldn’t help but flush slightly as you stepped out of the cafe.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You told him with a smile and Peter couldn’t help but grin. There was an ache in your chest as you looked at him, god you missed him.

Peter walked you over to your car and the two of you paused for a second, not sure how to say goodbye and before you could say anything Peter leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“See you soon, Y/N/N.” He whispered before pulling away.

The blush on your cheeks must’ve been obvious and you both knew it wasn’t from the cold air.

“See you Peter.” You whispered back, watching as he walked away.

-

Three days had passed since you first saw Peter at the cafe and you had yet to go to his house. Despite the cheery holiday music, the twinkling lights everywhere you looked, the smell of cookies, all you could think about was Peter’s invitation.

It hadn’t escaped your families notice either, the distant far of looks, the continuous picking up of your cell phone, they noticed it all but you’d told them repeatedly you were fine and it was eventually dropped.

No matter what you were doing your thoughts always led back to Peter Parker.

Today you decided to stop overthinking it and just go. You got out of bed with a groan and took your time getting ready. Before long you were showered, dressed and ready to go but you couldn’t help but hesitate at the front door.

“It’s Peter isn’t it?” Your mom asked, appearing from the kitchen. You debated on whether you wanted to tell her or not but decided she’d probably have a better opinion on it than you.

With a sigh you nodded, “It’s Peter.”

“You two,” she said, smiling fondly. She had always been a fan of Peter, he was the most perfect boyfriend a mother could ask for, “you miss him.” She didn’t ask but she stated it like it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“Yeah, I miss him.” You agreed because what else could you do?

“Go to him then,” She urged, “You and Peter had something special. I know you thought there was another girl but trust me when I say that boy would never even dream of cheating on you. It’s rare to find someone who looks at you the way Peter does and it’s even rarer for you to look at him with the same look, trust me. Go and see him.”

You were at a loss for words so instead you hugged her quickly murmuring a quick ‘thank you’ before heading out of the door and into your car before you could think too much of it.

It wasn’t long until you were at Peter’s house. Thankfully the lights were on as you hadn’t even considered texting ahead.

The walk up to Peter’s door felt like they took forever and no time at all and before you knew it there stood Peter with a shy smile on his face.

“Y/N,” He greeted happily, “you came.”

“Sorry I didn’t text.” You said, smiling back at him as he opened the door wider to let you in.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m glad you're here.” He told you as he led you to the kitchen.

The house hadn’t changed much in the few months you’d been gone. The kitchen was still the same as were the pictures decorating the house, you smiled sadly as you saw one of Ben and May smiling together.

Everything looked the same, everything still felt like home.

“Can I get you a drink?” Peter asked when a few moments of silence had passed as he let you look around.

Soon the two of you were sat on the sofa, drinks on the coffee table and a random channel playing on the tv. Peter turned to face you and hesitated, he had thought about telling you his secret for a long time, if there was anyone he could trust it was you. It wasn’t a trust issue though, it was the fact he didn’t want to risk putting you in harm's way, if you ever got hurt because of him, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t forgive himself. But if he wanted even half a chance of being with you again, he knew he had to.

“Is everything ok?” You asked when it looked like Peter was absorbed by the thoughts running through his head. You smiled as he shook his head slightly.

“Sorry, yeah, no, I just,” Here Peter let his head fall against the back of the sofa and groaned, causing you to giggle. “God, I’m really bad at this, Y/n/n, how did I ever get so lucky in the first place?” He asked and this time you laughed.

“I think I remember a lot of stammering and blushing back then too.” You teased him, causing him to cover his face with his hands, “And then there was the time you gave me a nosebleed whilst trying to impress me, I think that’s when I really fell hard for you.” You laughed as he moved his hands.

“Oh I did make you bleed didn’t I?” He gasped, remembering how when he tried to teach you to skateboard it had ended with his knee connecting with your nose. “Seriously, why did you ever date me?” He said, the pair of you laughing and moving close together.

“What can I say? I was gone for you the moment I met you, no amount of nosebleeds would’ve made me stop.” You told him, watching as his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“I never stopped liking you.” He admitted quietly, almost whispering the confession.

“I never stopped liking you either.” You replied in the same tone, watching as he leaned closer.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Peter whispered, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, letting his thumb trace along your skin.

“Please don’t stop.” You said as you leaned into the touch and that was all the confirmation Peter needed before he leaned in and connected your lips together.

The kiss was slow and gentle, it felt almost like a first kiss, the kind where you’re hesitant but you know you want to spend forever kissing this person, it was the kind of kiss that gave you butterflies.

However it quickly turned desperate, it was a kiss that could be described as hungry, as needy. The two of you invading each other's space, getting as close to each other as possible. Neither of you could stop your hands from exploring the other's body, your hands on Peter’s chest, his fingertips running down your back causing you to arch into the touch. The kiss felt like it set you on fire, Peter’s very touch electric to your skin as warmth spread throughout your body. This kiss was for every kiss that was missed in the months you’d been apart, this kiss was intimate, it was everything you had wanted and needed.

You ended up on Peter’s lap during this and couldn’t help but grind against him causing Peter to moan into the kiss.

“Fuck baby.” Peter groaned as the two of you pulled away for some air.

“I told you I missed you.” You murmured against his skin as you trailed kisses from his jawline to his neck causing him to muffle another groan.

“Y/N,” He began before taking your chin and pulling you back up so he could kiss you again. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, grinding against his lap as you kissed him back with the same desperate need.

Before you could even register what had happened, Peter was stood up, holding you against him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled back as he started walking towards the stairs.

“No, no, baby, kiss me.” He whined as he leaned forward and you laughed as you pressed your lips together. You didn’t know how Peter managed to get up the stairs without pausing but somehow he managed and you were quickly dropped down on the bed with Peter hovering above you.

“God baby,” Peter said, leaning closer so he could press hurried kisses against your neck trailing down to your chest. His hands began to trail over your clothed breasts causing you to groan and arch up into his touch. “I missed you so damn much,” He told you as he trailed kisses further down, mouthing at your breast through the shirt you wore making you moan and whine.

“Peter,” you whimpered as he ran his tongue across the material, “please.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He breathed out, “anything.” After that he helped pull your shirt off over your head before attaching himself to your right breast, taking it into his mouth, shamelessly sucking on it. He let his hand trail up to the other one and started playing with it causing you to throw your head back and arching into the touch.

God, Peter loved hearing you moan for him.

Peter let his hand trail further down, letting his fingers brush in between your legs, smirking against your breast as you bucked up suddenly.

“Peter,” you whined causing him to chuckle but he pulled away causing you to whimper at the loss. He sank further down the bed, trailing kissing down from your breasts, onto your stomach and hips before he settled in between your legs, pressing kisses against your jean covered thighs.

He couldn’t help but smirk as you let out a string of incomprehensible words as he licked in between your legs through your jeans, letting his hand trail ever so softly over the clothes.

“Peter,” You groaned again, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name causing him to press another kiss to your thigh before he pulled your jeans from you before settling back between your legs, smiling at the wetness that stained your underwear.

“So good for me, baby.” He murmured, leaning forward and licking you through your underwear causing you to moan, pressing further into him, trying to get as much friction as you could.

“Peter, Peter, please, need you, Peter.” You whimpered and whined as he continued on like that for a good few moments before he finally pulled your underwear off too, throwing them off to the side somewhere.

“Shh, shh, I got you,” Peter murmured as he settled back down in front of you, “I know what you need, baby.”

You whimpered as you felt his hot breath between your legs, moaned as he leaned closer and lightly licked you before attaching his mouth to it and sucking. It was like your body lit up, sparks of pleasure ran throughout your body causing your thighs to clench but Peter was there holding them down, holding you open.

As he continued sucking on your clit, his fingers trailed up and you let out a loud, filthy moan as you felt his finger push into you causing Peter to chuckle against your clit and you moaned even louder as a result of the vibrations from it.

As your moans grew louder and more frantic Peter pushed his fingers deeper into you, curling them as he found your g-spot, he sped up and alternated between sucking and licking at your clit causing your hands to grip his hair tightly, holding him in place.

He stayed where you held him, his mouth desperately working your clit as his finger sped up. He felt you withering against him, frantically trying to find a release as Peter continued assaulting your clit. When you began moaning Peter’s name repeatedly, almost like a prayer, he pulled away from you with a smirk.

“Pete,” you whined, your thighs bucking as you tried to chase after him.

“Not just yet, baby, I wanna feel myself in you.” He whispered as he leaned down and smashed your lips together in a rough, dirty kiss. You groaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before Peter was lining himself up against you and pushed into you without warning causing you to let out a loud moan, scraping your fingernails down his back.

“Fuck.” Peter groaned as he leaned down to bury his face in your neck, biting down as he sunk further into you causing you to moan and screw your eyes shut.

Peter rocked himself until he was buried deep inside you and paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming into you causing you to cry out, your back arching off of the bed as he repeated the action continuously at a fast pace, each time hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Pete, yes, fuck, right there, yes!” You continued to moan, not caring in the slightest how loud you were being. Peter loved it, he loved when you lost control like this, he loved when everything went out the window and you were as loud as you could be. It did something to him he couldn’t explain and it only made him speed up, his hand coming down to rub against your clit.

As Peter slammed into you and rubbed your clit, your were moaning louder than you’d done in a long time, letting your hands fall onto the bed as you gripped the bedsheets. The sound of the bed frame smacking against the wall and your loud moans only fuelled Peter on more.

“Please Peter, I need to cum, please.” You begged as you felt your orgasm getting closer causing Peter to groan and slam into you harder and faster, his hand speeding up to. The pace made you cry out, it was almost too much but Peter had always known what you needed.

It wasn’t long before Peter felt you cumming on his dick causing him to moan and buck into you, pressing deeper inside you as he too came inside of you.

The two of you stay where you are for a while, neither one of you ready to move. The only sound to be heard was the heavy panting as the two of you calmed down. Your hands were still gripping the sheets and your eyes were still screwed shut causing Peter to smile before he gently pulled out of you, almost moaning at the sight of cum dripping out of your used cunt, before he gently took both of your hands in his causing you to lazily blink up at him.

“You with me, baby?” He asked quietly, smiling as you sluggishly nodded at him. He’d really done a number on you. “Good girl, I’ll be right back, gonna clean you up.” He murmured before heading to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth and on his way back he grabbed one of his clean shirts for you.

“Good girl,” He praised in a hushed tone as he made quick but careful work of cleaning you and the bed up before he helped you pull the shirt over your body.

After he made sure everything was tidied away he slid into bed with you, smiling as you automatically curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head before letting himself drift off to sleep like you had.

God, he’d missed you.

-

You woke up slowly in the morning, you felt Peter underneath you and felt his fingers lazily tracing unknown figures into your skin. Before drawing his attention to the fact you were awake, you let your eyes stay shut as you thought back to last night.

Did you regret it? Absolutely not.

Did you know what it meant? Also no.

You knew you wanted Peter back but there was still that question lingering in the back of your mind, what was he hiding from you?

You had to find out, it was the only way you could be with him.

If that’s what he wanted.

You groaned as you stirred, blinking lazily up at Peter who smiled down at you softly, his expression full of love. It made you pause for a moment before smiling back at him.

“How you feeling today?” He asked and you winced as you shifted. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” He added.

“No, no, it was good, I enjoyed it.” You told him watching as he smirked, “Oh shut up.” You laughed, hitting his chest lightly.

“I didn’t say anything.” He laughed before pressing a kiss against your head and then pausing. “Sorry, I, um, I.” Peter stammered and you felt just as confused about where you stood with each other.

“You wanna go to the park today?” You asked, saving him and yourself from the awkwardness that was starting to settle. “It should be pretty quiet.” It was true, you could see the snow falling from outside the window.

Peter shot up a confused look before he agreed and after the two of you were showered and dressed you left the house and began walking down to the park. The walk was nice, Peter and you pretty much staying silent though your hands brushed together a few times.

When you got to the park you weren’t surprised to see that it was in fact empty, the snow was falling and it was still reasonably early considering school was out.

For the entire walk to the park you had gone over what to say so many times and you still had nothing. All you knew was that you wanted to be with Peter but you couldn’t, not with secrets and lies pulling you apart.

“Listen,” You began after minutes of silence had passed since you and Peter sat down. “I never stopped loving you, even when I broke up with you it wasn’t because I fell out of love. I wanted to be with you, I still want to be with you. You were, you are everything to me. But there were so many lies, Peter.” You rushed out watching as Peter looked down and fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

“I know,” he whispered, “I know I lied to you. You were the one person I didn’t want to lie to, ever, the one person who I wanted to tell but I couldn’t, Y/N/N, I couldn’t.” You began to worry now, wondering what on earth this secret was.

“You have to tell me, Pete, please just tell me.” You begged, looking at him with watery eyes. When Peter looked up at you he felt his heart clench and he screwed his eyes shut before nodding.

“Ok, ok, Y/N, I’ll tell you but you have to promise no matter what happens, even if you walk away today, this stays between us.” He pleaded, looking at you with scared, wide eyes.

You nodded immediately, of course you would keep whatever secret he was hiding.

“I’m Spider-Man.” He choked out, turning away from you.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in shock. He was Spider-Man, the Spider-Man who you had seen jump off of skyscrapers and join police chases to fight bad guys, the Spider-Man who risked his own safety in order to protect the citizens of New York.

“What do you mean your Spider-Man?” You asked and it took Peter some time before he managed to tell you the full story of how he had become Spider-Man and why he did what he did.

“Do you hate me?” He asked tearfully, causing you to smile and cup his cheek before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“No.” You whispered easily, “Part of me isn’t even really shocked to find out it’s you. I mean who else is so selfless to put their own needs aside to protect the little guys, huh?” You smiled, causing him to give you a small, bashful smile in return.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend again?” He asked hesitantly and you laughed slightly.

“Yes, Pete, I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend again.” You grinned as he pulled you in for another kiss.

It was safe to say that that was one of the best holiday seasons either of you had had.

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Prompt - I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

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You and Aaron had had a long week at work, each on separate cases but both equally as drained as the other. Your job saw you travelling to and from New York each day, working for one of the states best law firms, it was hard working your way up but you did it and now you were dealing with high profile cases day in and day out.

This case was particularly gruelling but it was finally finished and you had won. It was a small victory for the family but it was a victory nonetheless.

Aaron was working on his own case, he had been in Las Vegas for the past four days dealing with a serial killer who was targeting families. The unsub was organised, too organised, and more families were killed before they finally caught a break. From there it had been a matter of hours before they caught the man and the team was back on the jet.

Aaron finished up on the phone before dropping down into his seat beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Short of an emergency we all have Friday and Monday off, I don’t want to see any of you for four days.” Aaron announced to the jet, smiling as it was filled with cheers and laughter.

“So, big plans?” Rossi asked, smirking at Aaron who just rolled his eyes.

“I plan on doing absolutely nothing.” Aaron replied with a smile, already thinking of how great it would be to spend a long weekend with you and Jack, it had been far too long. He had already spoken to you and upon hearing the good news of your case asked if you could get two days off and thanked god that you could.

“I hear you, man.” Derek spoke up from opposite Rossi. “Four whole days of nothing but me and my girl.”

“What about you, kid?” Rossi asked, looking at Spencer who sat opposite Aaron.

“There’s a film festival I really wanted to go to actually, it's showing a bunch of different films in their original language.” Spencer told him and the grin on his face was enough to stop any teasing.

“Have a good time, pretty boy.” Derek smiled back, ruffling the younger man's hair causing him to pout.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the scene but as much as he loved this family, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Jack.

-

“How hard can cupcakes be, right?” You asked Jack, who stood on a chair in front of the counter. The two of you were staring at the ingredients that were spread out, not knowing where to start. When you suggested Jack make something for Aaron you were thinking more along the lines of a picture but when the kid suggested cupcakes well…you really wanted cupcakes.

“Right.” Jack agreed, grinning up at you.

Turns out it was harder to make cupcakes than either of you thought.

Aaron walked into the house, smiling immediately as he heard Jack giggling madly. He was quick to follow the noise but stopped abruptly as he stared into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled, quickly scrambling off the chair and throwing himself at Aaron who caught him and lifted him with ease despite the cupcake mixture that stuck to his clothes, face and hair.

“Hey buddy,” He grinned, turning his attention to you. There you stood, cupcake mix splatter on your face, in your hair and on your shirt. You looked dejected as you held an electric mixer, clearly the culprit of the cupcake explosion. “It looks like you and Y/N are having fun.” He said with a laugh, watching how you pouted up at him.

“We were gonna make cupcakes for you, daddy, but Y/N put it on too high.” Jack informed Aaron, giggling madly as he did.

“I didn’t know!” You defended, there was a reason you weren’t trusted in the kitchen.

Aaron’s smile grew and he couldn’t wait any longer to move closer to you, the hand that didn’t hold Jack caressed your cheek and he brought you in for a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, how could it with Jack laughing and making kissing noises, but the two of you pulled away with matching, love struck smiles before you and Jack began laughing together at the cupcake batter that was now perched on Aaron’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Alright, alright,” he said, gaining both of your attention, “how about you two get cleaned up and we can all go out for dinner and then get some cupcakes, hm? That sound good?” He asked Jack who nodded with a grin and squirmed for Aaron to put him down. Once he did, Jack shot off to his bedroom and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“You can’t of thought that was a good idea.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“The kid said cupcakes, who was I to say no?” You responded when he pulled away, giggling as he trailed kisses to your jaw and then peppered them down your neck.

Your eyes closed as you tilted your head back, giving the man more access and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled away. The whine quickly turned into a laugh as he leaned closer and licked a blob of batter that had stuck to your neck.

“Go clean up, baby.” He said before kissing your head and untangling himself from you.

You and Jack were quick to clean yourselves up and soon you were all out the door and heading to a restaurant that you often frequented when you had Jack.

-

It felt like forever since you had been out with the Hotchner boys and you enjoyed every minute of it, no annoying work calls pulling one of you away, no looming threat of Aaron being called to a different state. No, just you, Aaron and Jack going out together, eating good food, catching up with each other properly.

It was wonderful.

“Cupcakes now daddy?” Jack asked as the waitress cleared the plates.

“Yeah, cupcakes now daddy?” You echoed with a smirk watching as Aaron playfully glared at you.

“Sure thing buddy,” He said to Jack, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. “Pick which one you want.”

Aaron couldn’t tell you who smiled wider when dessert was brought out, you or Jack. Both of you tucked in with the same hunger and he just smiled at the scene.

When you and Aaron had first met, it was to do with a case he was working on. He never expected it to blossom into this. The friendship was unexpected but not unwelcome and then before either of you had realised it you had developed feelings for one another.

You were quite a bit younger than him and he was hesitant to bring the feelings up, not understanding what you could possibly see in an older, divorced, single father.

That was the other issue, sure you knew about Jack but there was a difference between knowing about him and wanting to be a part of his life and as much as Aaron had liked you he knew he couldn’t bring somebody into his life who couldn’t accept Jack.

So the pining went on for months as Aaron made the decision for you that you didn’t want to be burdened with a child that wasn’t yours. And when you finally pulled Aaron’s head out of his arse and made him talk about the feelings between you, you could have slapped him silly.

Sure kids weren’t exactly your forte but you’d at least have liked the chance to decide that. From there Aaron had introduced you to Jack after the two of you went on a few dates. The two of you decided the best place would be out in public, a little less daunting and that’s how you ended up at the zoo.

Jack had warmed up to you rather quickly and you surprised yourself with how good you were with him. Eventually it was Jack asking if you could have a sleepover at their house rather than Aaron trying to explain that you might be there in the morning sometimes.

Aaron was so glad you had talked him out of his own head way back when, and as he watched you with Jack, he knew, not that there was any doubt, that he’d made the right choice.

-

“Can we watch a movie?” Jack asked as the three of you entered the house.

“Buddy, it’s nearly bedtime.” Aaron reminded him as he took your coat from you before taking his own off.

“Please daddy,” Jack pleaded, turning on the puppy dog eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth and put my pyjamas on.”

He looked at you but you were looking down at Jack with a soft smile and he couldn’t say no if he wanted to.

“Deal, teeth and pyjamas, we’ll meet back here in five.” Aaron said and grinned as Jack took off running.

“C’mere baby,” He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” You confessed into his chest before titling your head up. Aaron was quick to turn his head, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled away he didn’t go far, resting his head on your forehead.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself these next few days.” He told you quietly, fingers brushing against your waist.

“Me neither, it’s going to be heaven.” You replied, matching both his tone and the smile on his face.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice pulled you away from each other and you turned to see the kid grinning up at Aaron showing his freshly brushed teeth and proudly wearing his Captain America pyjamas. “You and Y/N/N need your pyjamas too.”

“Of course we do!” You exclaimed, taking Aaron’s hand in yours and pulling him towards the bedroom with instructions for Jack to put a movie on.

“Really can’t wait to have you all to myself.” Aaron said again as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“Down boy.” You laughed, throwing the shirt at him.

Watching you undress made Aaron long to touch you but seeing you dressed in his clothes, sweatpants that were way too big for you and a college shirt that drooped off your shoulders was somehow infinitely sweeter.

“I love you.” He told you, pulling you close to place a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” You smiled before turning around and kissing him. “Get changed.” You ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Aaron laughed but did as you said.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he held his family in his arms. Jack was half in your lap and half in Aarons and you were sat flushed against him, head resting on his shoulder and your hand holding Jack’s leg.

The movie was still playing but Jack was fast asleep against his chest and you were pretty close to following. Despite that though, Aaron couldn’t bring himself to move and send you both to bed. Instead he tightened his grip on both of you, smiling as you cuddled further into him.

This, this was all he needed, you and Jack by his side. His little family, both of whom had been through so much. All he wanted to do was protect both of you and he would, god would he do anything to protect the pair of you.

You were one of the best things that had happened to him, he had known it since the day he had met you and he had known it two weeks ago when the team finished a case in California and he walked into the jewellers to buy the ring and he knew it now, looking down at you holding onto him and Jack.

He knew you were the best thing to happen to him in a really long time and he would forever be thankful that he had found you.

Finding Your Way Back (Part Two)

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A/N - This is heavier on the Stephen Strange & reader than I planned, oops. Also, thank you for the support on part one of this, I hope y'all like it!

It had been nine months since you’d first disappeared and two months since they'd managed to rescue you. In the two months since you’d been back you had been moved from the hospital into the compound and hadn’t done more than squeeze Bucky’s hand half a month ago.

Just because you were not showing any outward signs of being awake didn’t mean your mind wasn’t active. In fact it was working harder than ever, memories that meant nothing to you took over, faces you didn’t recognise, places you were sure you’d never been.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Sometimes you heard voices, you didn’t register what they were saying most of the time but when you heard the man with the metal arm talk you tried to listen, tried to do what he said but you couldn’t.

He asked, begged you to open your eyes, to say something, just to show him you would be ok and you tried, you really did but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t do anything.

You knew you had a body, could feel the man hold your hand, was it your hand? You could feel his lips move against it as he whispered words not meant for anyone but himself.

Since the day you recognised him as the man with the metal arm and he had called you Y/F/N you had repeated it to yourself everyday, not letting yourself forget it again.

My name is Y/F/N.

-

“Without knowing the damage to her mind, we have no way of knowing just when she will wake up or even if she can. At this point it’s all up to her.” A doctor explained and Bucky just about held his calm, if one more doctor said the same thing to him he was going to explode.

“C’mon there’s got to be something you can do, all this technology’s gotta be good for something.” He said, gesturing around to all the futuristic tech that was in your room.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes.” Said the doctor before leaving the room.

“Fuck!” Bucky whispered before turning his attention back to you. “Y/N, I know you don’t want to wake up, trust me when they had me it was easy to lose myself in my head too, just let the Soldier take over and not have to deal with it. I know, baby, but you can’t do that. It doesn’t work, all that hurt, all that suffering, it’s just gonna keep building up. You gotta wake up for me, doll, you have to. We can help you, I can help you. Everyone’s here for you just waiting to see those pretty y/e/c eyes again.” Bucky rambled, not sure exactly what he was saying but letting the words out.

When he was met with the same familiar stillness, he let his head rest upon your hand as he mumbled a soft, “please Y/N.”

“I think I may be able to help.” A voice from the doorway said, causing Bucky’s head to shoot up.

There stood Doctor Strange who frowned as he looked over to you. Bucky hadn’t had more than a handful of encounters with the man but he knew the two of you got on great.

“How?” Bucky asked. He refused to get his hopes up just to have them come crashing down when you stayed asleep.

“I can go into her head and upon determining how much damage HYDRA did to her mind I might just be able to break through and communicate with her. Obviously I make no promises but at least we’ll be able to see where her mind is.” Stephen explained as simply as he could when really it was quite a dangerous process. If your mind was completely shattered he could make it even worse by rummaging around, if your mind latched onto him then he was risking his own life.

Stephen hadn’t thought twice before offering.

“Why now?” Bucky asked and it was a fair question considering you’d been asleep for two months.

“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, I had hoped she would find her way out but it seems she needs some guidance.” Stephen answered honestly. He would have offered to do this the moment you arrived, in fact he had told Tony as much that day, but they decided to give you a chance, see if you could pull through.

“Ok,” Bucky said after a few moments of silence, “ok, you can try.”

Stephen took a seat next to you and gently pressed his fingers to your temple. With a deep breath he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. It wasn’t long before he sat up straighter before going as still as a statue, Bucky watching the process intently.

-

Your mind was a mess, that was the first thing Stephen took note of, a mess but not completely broken. There was still time but not much. If he didn’t get through to you soon then they risked losing you forever as you buried yourself deeper and deeper.

‘Y/N.’ He called out, the word echoing around your mind.

He waited a few moments before trying again.

There was no answer.

‘Y/N, can you hear me? It’s Stephen.’ He tried again and this time something happened.

Before Stephen knew it he was looking at rapidly changing pictures, all of them featured him as your mind tried to make sense of who he was.

‘That’s it, Y/N, remember me.’ Stephen encourage as he watched the flashes of memories.

They soon vanished and Stephen stayed quiet for a few minutes hoping you’d ‘talk’. Much to Stephen’s relief his patience was rewarded.

‘My name is Y/N.’ He heard, the voice was faint but determined.

‘Yes!’ Stephen exclaimed before he could stop himself, ‘yes, your name is Y/N. You’re Y/F/N Y/L/N.’

There was silence again for a long moment before he heard;

‘My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.’

Stephen couldn’t smile in this form for he didn’t have a physical body, he was just a voice in a head, but if he did have access to his body he’d be grinning from ear to ear.

‘Good job, you’re doing so well for me.’ Stephen praised. ‘Do you know where you are?’

‘With the man with the metal arm.’ You answered after a pause.

‘The man with the metal- you mean Bucky?’ Stephen asked though the answer was obvious.

If you couldn’t remember who Bucky was then Stephen dreaded to think what else had been forgotten.

As soon as the words left him your mind exploded. Stephen braced himself against the onslaught of images that flashed through your mind all of you and Bucky.

There were images of you and Bucky dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, there were images of the two of you cuddling in bed, on dates, laughing, crying...images of every moment the two of you had together assaulted your mind.

Distantly Stephen could hear you let out a sound of utter distress but he was so absorbed in the images that he lost himself for a moment.

Finally, the images faded and Stephen came back to himself in time to hear you let out a choked ‘Bucky’.

‘Yes that’s Bucky, you remember him?’ Stephen asked, thankful when you replied with a shaky yes.

‘Bucky’s waiting for you, he’s been waiting for you for quite a long time now. You have to wake up, Y/N.’

It took a long time for you to admit to him you didn’t know how. Stephen sighed, not yet thinking of these consequences of being in your head for too long, eventually when one lives inside their head for as long as you’d had to, it’s only likely that that person forgot that not only is there a whole world outside but also a body dependent on them.

‘That’s ok, we’ll take it easy.’ Stephen said as he began the long process of helping you connect with your body.

-

Bucky continued to watch your practically lifeless form. The doctor had yet to move, it had been an hour and he was in the same position as he had been before, Bucky couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not.

At the hour and a half mark Tony came in with two mugs filled with coffee, silently taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed after handing Bucky a cup. The room stayed quiet as the two drank their drinks looking from Stephen to you.

“If anyone can help her, it’s him.” Tony told him, his voice quiet but confident.

Bucky didn’t answer for a long while. What was he supposed to say? If Stephen was your only hope and he failed was he just supposed to leave you like this? He couldn’t do that, this couldn’t be your life.

“I know.” Bucky eventually replied. He had faith in Stephen, you trusted him and that was good enough for him. He was thankful for the man who was risking his own, rather powerful, mind to help you.

-

Countless attempts had been made but so far they were pretty unsuccessful. Stephen tried to think about a way to help you but he was quickly running out of ideas.

‘You have to focus, kid, really focus. Take a deep breath and just feel your body.’ Stephen knew how bad you were at mediating when your mind was in the right place, whenever Stephen tried to teach you magic that required an empty mind it took longer than it should have because you struggled to clear your thoughts. Now there were no thoughts but also no understanding of your body.

‘I’m trying.’ You replied, quickly becoming frustrated with the task. Stephen knew he didn’t have long left until you retreated further into your mind, maybe irreversibly.

‘I know you are, you’re doing great. Let’s keep trying.’ But nothing worked, you tried as hard as you could and your body hardly flinched.

Just as you were about to give up you heard the man with the metal arm- no you heard Bucky talking to you.

“Hi baby.” He began before there was a pause. “I don’t know what you and the doctor are up to in that head of yours but I hope he’s helping you, God do I hope he’s helping. I know you trust him but I can’t trust someone completely, not with this, not with you. I wish I could be the one helping you but... you have to listen to him Y/N.” Here you felt Bucky’s hand on your...face?

‘He’s touching your cheek.’ Stephen supplied quietly, feeling the confusion coming from you. ‘Can you feel it?’

‘Yes.’ You replied just as Bucky began to talk again.

“It’s been months since I saw those pretty eyes of yours, doll, since I heard you laugh, since I held you in my arms. Never gonna take that for granted again.” He murmured, letting his thumb brush against your eye.

“Eyes.’ You said, causing Stephen to perk up.

‘Yes, those are your eyes! Open them, Y/N. I believe in you. When you open them Bucky will be right there waiting for you.” Stephen promised.

Your mind fell silent again as you paused before following Stephen’s earlier advice except this time you were able to connect with your body, you could feel your closed eyelids. It took many attempts, it was hard to keep track of time in your mind, but eventually you managed to crack your eyelids open.

-

Bucky watched, frozen, as you slowly pried your eyes open before squinting shut at the harsh light.

“JARVIS.” Tony murmured and immediately the lights dimmed causing you to relax and try opening your eyes again.

Bucky couldn't help but let out a slightly high pitched laugh of disbelief as he looked down at you.

As you were trying to adjust your unfocused eyes, Stephen slowly untangled himself from you before leaving to go back to his own mind. He screwed his eyes shut at the adjustment before opening them and moving his hand from your temple.

“Y/N.” Bucky said, causing you to blink hard before looking at him. It was clear you weren't really seeing him, not yet, as your eyes tried desperately to focus after not being used for months. “Hey doll.” He smiled so widely it was almost painful but he didn’t care. Looking at you, eyes open meant everything to him.

“That’s it, doll, you’re doing so well.” It took a long time and plenty of encouragement but finally, finally, you managed to focus on Bucky.

You saw the man with the metal arm who spoke to you when you were lost, you saw the man who danced with you in the kitchen when everyone else slept, the man who you used to fall asleep next to every night.

The memories were still hazy but you remembered the important parts and that was:

My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and Bucky Barnes always finds me.

-

Ten months later and you were up and about, still not yet cleared for missions which was understandable because sometimes you had blips in your memory.

For the most part though you were doing ok. You were still adjusting to getting the memories back of your time with HYDRA, the torture they put you through, the people they made you kill…

Bucky helped though, Bucky always helped. He was there every step of the way, through the doctors appointments, the decision to go to therapy, the nights you’d wake up screaming, the nights you sat still feeling numb to the bones. Bucky was there through it all, never once complaining nor leaving your side.

Some days you felt like you could fall apart, some days your memory was so far gone that you only remembered Bucky as the man with the metal arm and some days you remembered everything too clearly.

In the early days of recovery, once you’d remembered you had magic, it had been uncontrollable. The years of training had been completely forgotten and with every nightmare or bad memory your magic reacted as harshly as you felt, trying to protect you from an evil that was no longer there.

Stephen was more patient than he had ever been as he sat with you, day after day, helping you to relearn how to control your magic. Thankfully it didn’t take too long and as your memory started to come back so did the control.

You looked up when you heard the front door open and close, smiling widely as it meant Bucky was back.

He had to go on a mission, one relating to HYDRA. It was his first mission away since you had woken up and though he hadn’t wanted to go you eventually talked him into it. They needed his knowledge on HYDRA to deal with this particular base and you also knew how much he wanted to punch some HYDRA agents.

You had been doing better recently so it wasn’t hard to argue that you’d be ok for a few days. Besides, the compound still had most of the avengers in it as only Steve, Natasha, Sam and Bucky went on the mission.

“Hey doll.” Bucky greeted as he came into the bedroom, making his way over to you before leaning down to kiss you softly. “God, I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again.

“I missed you too, baby.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair. “Go get cleaned up.”

Bucky was quick to shower and dress before he was joining you in bed, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest, your arm wrapping around him as JARVIS automatically turned the lights off.

“How was the mission?” You asked quietly, reluctant to break the peacefulness that had settled around you.

“We got what we needed,” Bucky said, matching your tone, “I don’t think any amount of blowing up bases is going to feel like enough though.”

“They’re not worth it. I just want to focus on getting better and being here with you.” You said as you turned to face him, smiling up at him softly causing the crease in between his eyebrows to fall away.

“You’re doing so well, baby, I’m so damn proud of you.” Bucky said, the sincerity of his words almost too much for you. You leaned up to kiss him, putting everything words couldn’t say into it.

“I couldn’t have done it without my man with the metal arm.” You laughed softly as you pulled away causing Bucky to grin down at you.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispered in the dark as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You shifted so that your head was resting on his chest again before replying.

“I love you too, Buck, more than you’ll ever know.”

Falling asleep with Bucky was the safest you had ever felt, no amount of torture could ever erase this feeling.

‘My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am an Avenger. I have magic and Bucky Barnes always finds me.'