#the gifs in the middle may be too big but i forgot to save the psd :-)
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The Burned Down Mansion
Fate Part 8
Series Masterlist
Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: fire, burning, the reader jumps out a window, acid rain, grenades, guns, death, let me know if I forgot anything!
Author’s Note: I think this might be my favorite part so far tbh. Let me know what you guys think, this took me like four episodes of big little lies to write lol but it was worth it. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: You and Leon search for Shen May and after finding her you go after Jason to bring this to an end once and for all.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
I use some dialogue directly from the show so it may sound familiar
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You were tired but you weren’t about to give up yet. For the most part you were looking at your boyfriend who didn’t give up until things were done and it was enough motivation to keep going.
Leon had that way about him. Somehow, even after all these years, his drive for the truth prevailed. He needed to know it all, to understand everything. You loved it. You loved the look in his eyes when he was in the middle of something he was passionate about. He wanted to save the entire world and it broke your heart that he couldn’t.
Leon held the guard in a choke hold, a gun to his temple. You barged into the room behind him, gun held up and pointing at Shen May when you saw where she was standing. Leon tossed the guard to the ground and held his gun up as well. You stood next to each other.
“Start talking,” Leon grunted. The bodyguard tried to jump back to Leon but you had your gun on him in an instant.
“Hao Ran-” Shen May started.
“Try it pal,” Leon said, eyeing the gun you had on him. His gun remained on the woman in front of him. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“The man lying here,” she said evely, calmly. “Is Jun See. He’s my little brother.”
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Shen May took her sweet time explaining everything. She told you that she was in the military, working the same place as Jason when everything went wrong in Penamstan. Her brother was caught up in the mix and he turned. Penamstan had just been a ploy to test B.O.W’s. Wilson, a general, had set it all up and left her brother to die.
At this point you had lowered your guns. There was no use. You were practically on the same side.
“Thanks to the Mad Dogs, Wilson got promoted to a US secretary,” you breathed as it all sat in. Leon had his arms crossed.
“Even though he’s a US senior general now, he continues developing bioweapons with some pharmaceutical company on the side,” Shen May explained. “We still haven’t figured out who they are yet. But Wilson wants to be rich and powerful and the inhibitor is the key to the kingdom.”
“Then Wilson forced Jason to start the outbreak at the White House and sabotage the sub. Just to get the President pissed off enough at China to start a war,” Leon said.
“When I smuggled Jun See out of Penamstan I could barely recognize him. I have spent the life savings to find a way to rid him of the thing that is eating away at him,” Shen May’s grandfather said. He moved aside the curtains, revealing the zombie that was once Jun See. He was disfigured, tubes coming out of him every which way. Your first instinct was to shoot him. Shoot every zombie on sight. You knew that was what Leon was thinking too as he looked at the zombie in front of him. Both of you were able to hold back, in respect of the family around. But you knew the truth.
There was no way to save him. Not when he was like this.
“I went looking for evidence against Wilson because I wanted revenge. Jason wanted out from under Wilson’s control, so I decided to work with him. And after six years of digging we realized the proof we needed to bring Wilson down was right under our noses.”
She pulled the chip out that was inside of Jun See but you were barely listening anymore. Your eyes were glued to Jun See. He was breathing.
You had thought about what would happen if someone you loved turned into that. If Leon turned into that. He would force you to shoot him of course and you would have to. But could you? Could you shoot the man that you loved, knowing it was the end of him? He said time and time again that once someone was bitten they were already dead. But you would never be able to look into his blue eyes through his hair and shoot him in the skull. You would never be able to.
There was a crash, causing the building to shake. Your hand went up instinctively, grabbing Leon’s arm. The ceiling caved in, collapsing in pieces over the floor. Shen May yelped and Leon leaped forward, moving her out of harm's way, ceiling falling between you. You gasped, leaning against the wall when you noticed the fire was starting.
“We’ve gotta go. Now! Y/N, come on!” You heard him but there was too much rubble to see him.
“Grandfather, Jun See!”
“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, looking around for a way to get out.
“Y/N!” Leon called.
“Go! Go!” you yelled back at him. You hoped he was going. He had to get out of this. You turned, seeing Shen May’s grandfather over Jun See as the building burned. You could feel the heat against your face. It was far too close for comfort.
There was a window. You did all you could think of. You jumped through it.
When you landed on the ground you could feel that things were hurting, though you were too fuzzy to pinpoint the locations. You crawled away as best you could, feeling the building blow but only hearing white noise.
It took some time for things to settle. You got a good twenty feet away and then you just watched, sitting up, trying to stay awake and not lose consciousness.
Leon. Leon. Leon’s alright, he’s okay.
You had to promise yourself that over and over otherwise you would cry. He had plenty of a head start.
As the fire died down to smoke you looked through the embers and saw him. Though he was far away and it was brief, you would recognize that hair anywhere. You could breathe. You laid down on the lawn and looked up at the smoking sky.
You stayed there until you could hear again.
“Y/N?! Y/N?!” Leon’s voice echoed. You sat up again. You could see Leon who had moved to the left and further away from you. He was throwing the ashes around, the pieces of wall and ceiling and furniture. Shen May was standing behind him and even this far away you could tell she was crying. Shoulders shaking, face contorted. “Y/N?!” Leon called again.
You stumbled but with some effort you were able to get up. You walked along the rubble toward him, holding your side. They were both still facing away from you and your voice was scratchy and your hearing was still pretty shot so even when you opened your mouth nothing came out.
“Come on baby, come on,” you could hear Leon saying, his voice strained. He was still feverishly looking through the ruins. You took a deep breath in, letting the smoky air fill your lungs and finally forced something out of your vocal chords.
“Leon.”
Shen May and Leon turned around quickly, her face clearing up. He let out the longest sigh of relief you had ever seen from him and he ran forward, throwing his arms around you with such aggressiveness it nearly knocked you over. You winced from pain but he was far too relieved to care.
“Thank fucking God,” he whispered into your hair, his voice cracked. “I thought I lost you.” He pulled away enough to grab your face and look into your eyes. “To a fire no less.” You scoffed.
“Not getting rid of me that easy,” you breathed, voice still scratchy and hard. He kissed you gently and put his head on your forehead.
“Don’t ever do that again. Ever.”
“Okay.”
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You were running. Again. You hated yourself sometimes for choosing a profession where you had to be running all the time. But the adrenaline had kicked in and you were closing in on Jason now. You and Shen May swapped ammo, making sure you had plenty.
“You sure we need this?” she asked.
“Yes,” you said, your feet still moving underneath you. By the time you burst through the door Jason had already changed. Typical of people who worked near B.O.W’s. One day you would get to fight them in their normal form but today was not that day.
An alarm sounded overhead as you three came to a stop.
“That’s not good,” Leon said. You scoffed.
“Thanks Leon,” you muttered, smiling a bit as the worry plagued your heart. Large pipes in the wall began to open and some sort of green liquid came spilling out. It started to pool at the bottom, the other subjects being pushed out of the wall and to their death in the acid.
Jason turned to the three of you.
“I’m gonna end this. I’m gonna go up there and show myself to them. To the world! And then this..this torture chamber, everything it’s all gonna burn.”
“No! I have my brother's chip! All the evidence we need is right here,” Shen May yelled in defiance. “All we have to do is go public with this! Like we planned.”
“That won’t help anything,” Jason said. You looked between the two. Jason had to die tonight, that was the only way. Your eyes surveyed the room and it landed on Claire, tied to a chair on the floor below you. Your eyes went wide. “I will show you fear.” Jason hopped up on the next floor.
“Jason!” Leon called and began running but you grabbed his arm. He turned to you and you looked at Claire. His eyes followed yours. “Go,” he said. You nodded.
“Be safe.”
Leon was still noticeably shaken from thinking you had been dead. His grip on your arm was iron tight, despite him telling you to go.
“You too.” You nodded and split up. You ran down the stairs while he ran up them. You were heading towards the rising acid but you could see Claire was struggling to get out and you weren’t about to leave her. You slid down the railing onto the large control panel and grabbed her shoulder.
“Long time no see!” she said, holding her tied hands up. You cut them cleanly with a knife and grabbed her, hoisting her up. She landed on top of you, giving you both just a moment to breathe before she slipped off.
You could hear the commotion going on above you. You both stood. You looked up just in time to see Shen May’s neck snap at the hands of someone she thought was her friend. You liked her. She was doing this for the right reasons. Her limp body fell to the ground and you felt a pain in your chest.
“Leon-” you started.
“I’m going to the control room. You go save him. One of us has to do it.” You scoffed and nodded. You ran up to the elevator and rode it to the top floor where you saw Leon who was looking over the number of weapons.
You ran toward him.
“Hey sexy,” he said to the bazooka he was picking up.
“Hey handsome,” you muttered, grabbing the grenade launcher next to it. He looked over and amongst all the commotion, he smiled at you. You both put your guns up and shot at Jason.
He instantly fell into the acid below. You tossed your gun aside, breathing deeply.
You turned to Leon.
“Nice shot,” you breathed.
“Marry me.” Your eyes went wide.
“I’m sorry?”
“Marry me.”
“Leon now is not the-” He cupped your face and kissed you. You pulled away, reluctantly. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a ring box. You gasped, stumbling back. He opened it.
“I got it before Spain. Before we broke up. After I thought you were...I thought I would never get the chance to give it to you. So what do you say? Wanna be shackled to me for the rest of your life?” You met his eyes, the adrenaline still wearing off and you felt it in your gut.
“Of course I do.” You threw your arms around him and he slipped the ring on your finger. You looked down at it, tears welling in your eyes. “How long have you had it on you?” you asked, unable to look away from it.
“Since Spain.”
“Leon-”
“It’ll match my necklace.” He took out the necklace with your initials on it and you smiled widely, shaking your head.
“I can’t believe you still have that.”
“I got it from my fiancee,” he said. You giggled, shaking your head.
“I love you Kennedy.”
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“Leon, Y/N!”
Patrick came running up behind the two of you. You had his hand in yours, holding it close to your chest. He ran up beside you.
“I don’t know how you survived the sub blowing up or whatever went on downstairs. But holy shit man, that’s some hero level stuff.”
“Nah, I was just lucky,” Leon said.
“Oh come on. You saved everybody's lives. Plus, you helped the President decide the course this countries gonna take for years to come,” Patrick said. You smiled and looked over at the President’s plane. The sun was setting. “Nah. You’re definitely heroes.” The President went up the flight of stairs and then turned, waving to the two of you. You waved back. Patrick scoffed. “Did you guys get engaged in the sinking sub?” You laughed heartily.
“No, we did something else on the sinking sub,” Leon said offhandedly. You hit him and Patrick pat his back.
“We got engaged downstairs,” you explained.
“You guys are crazy, it’s awesome.”
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You walked up to Claire, hugging her around her broken arm.
“How’s the arm?” you asked.
“Better. I had to sneak out of the hospital though. Had to break some windows, climb down some bedsheets,” she said. You laughed, backing up to stand between her and Leon.
“I thought I told you not to do anything stupid,” Leon said.
“Hello, I’m joking,” Claire told him. “When are you gonna stop treating me like a kid?”
“Probably never,” he told her.
“I’m so glad you’re both alright,” Claire said and she grabbed your hand. It took her a whole two seconds to realize you had a new ring on. She gasped, laughing excitedly. “Wait a minute, what is this?!” You smiled sweetly, trying to hide your excitement.
“It just happened so don’t ask for a date yet,” you said, laughing.
“Oh gosh that’s so exciting. I’m so happy for you guys. You deserve it, every piece of it.” She leaned back on her leg. “If I had told you two when you first met where we’d all be now...you wouldn’t believe it. To think I thought he killed you in his jeep.” Leon rolled his eyes.
“I still miss that jeep.”
“I told you we could get a new one.” You turned to Claire. “I’ll text you about the wedding. I think I already have an idea on my maid of honor.” Her eyes went wide, thrilled.
“Seriously?”
“Hey, I haven’t made any decisions.” You paused. “But think about it.”
The laughter and happiness died down slowly. The elephant in the room was too big.
“About the chip,” Claire said. “Do you have it?”
“I was hoping you just wanted to have dinner,” Leon said.
“I wanna make a copy of it and give it to all the newspapers. This things gonna blow up. Big time.” You looked at Leon who had the chip in his hand. He took a deep breath.
“I can’t.”
There was an uncomfortable silence that settled, the happiness of the few minutes ago already gone.
“So that’s how this is gonna be? And you agree with him?” She turned to you, her gaze hardened. He had his reasons. You had always sided with Claire in things that it was hard to believe you didn’t now. You nodded curtly. “You do things your way and I do things mine huh? We used to be partners,” she said to you. You didn’t want to face her but you forced yourself to speak up.
“It’s whats best. Right now.” Leon nodded.
“Okay. Fine.”
Claire turned around and started to walk away. She stopped quickly.
“Like I said before. That outfit doesn’t suit you.”
Then she was gone. Leon grabbed your finger with his and then intertwined your hand as the two of you turned around.
“It is itchy,” he muttered. You laughed, breaking the heaviness.
“Well I have one more thing I want to do then you can change.”
“Oh?”
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“You guys are lucky the President likes you,” the secret servicemen said evenly. You smiled.
“We saved her life, I think I’m allowed to see her.”
“Well this is her room. I’ll be right outside.”
You knocked on Ashley’s door in the white house. You heard some commotion on the other side and then one of the double doors opened. Her eyes went wide.
“Oh my God no way.”
“Hey Ashley,” Leon said. She wrapped her arms around you and then turned to Leon, hugging him tightly as well.
“Come, come!” She ushered you into her room. It was exactly like you expected it to be. Pink but modern. Girly but sophisticated. It was nice to see Ashley hadn’t changed much, though she had grown into herself more. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We were in town,” you said. “Saving the world.”
“Same old same old,” Leon concurred. She nodded and looked over at you too. She leaned back against her vanity.
“You look nice.” Her eyes landed on the ring. “Oh no way.”
“Way,” Leon admitted. She grabbed your hand and looked down at it.
“It’s beautiful! I’m getting military funding for the wedding.”
“Ashley-” you said laughing.
“Don’t argue with me, you guys are kinda technically military.” she said, looking up, smiling. “See I told you you could work it out. Now look. Oh my gosh can I be the flower girl?”
“It just happened but I’ll think on it,” you told her. She smiled brightly, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You guys are perfect.” She put her hands on her hips. “Who let that happen? Oh right. Me.”
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Don’t Hide Us
for the request: idk if you write this, but would u do Lou x Debbie x reader smut? if not just Lou works. Maybe at the end the team finds out they're together and they all have big reactions xoxo
Summary: An evening of strip poker ends with a surprise.. or rather six surprises.
Characters: Lou x Debbie x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,467
Warnings: smut with both our ladies but more dom!lou, and some fluff at the end :D
Being with two other people was not easy, especially when said people were heavily involved with frequent criminal activities. Despite being quite mature and organized, they were also absolute crackheads.
You don’t know how it happened, but you had somehow been pulled into a game of strip poker- and halfway through you realized they most likely had rigged the whole thing, because you were nearly naked in your chair in just your undergarments, and Lou and Debbie wore shit-eating grins.
“It’s really not fair if you two always gang up on me, you know,” you huffed as your second sock came off.
“What are you talking about, we’re playing absolutely fair,” Lou replied. Her tie had come off and was now wrapped around her head, messing up her bangs. She was only wearing her silky waistcoat and boxer briefs, but seemed the most relaxed. Debbie, like you, was in her bra, but was still wearing her high-waisted pants.
“Bullshit, Miller,” you scoffed, taking a sip from your drink. “Now hurry up, I'm getting chilly over here.”
Lou’s bar club was closed tonight, and you three were sitting close to the pool table, a languid playlist thumping through the large speakers. Dimmed lights, surrounded by the smell of vodka and cigarette smoke. You felt a deep heat stir inside you as Debbie wormed her way out of her pants after losing another round.
Lou took her time looking her over as well until she flicked at the dangling tie from her head,
“We’re still playing, Lou. Get back to it.”
You giggled at the sight of them, which made them look over at you simultaneously, and you felt your stomach drop. Unsurprisingly, you lost the next game.
“I’ll turn the heat up for you baby,” Lou grinned as you moved to take off your bra. You blushed, shimmying in your seat as the cool air made goosebumps rise along your body.
Debbie reached over to run a hand over your shivering thigh. The table you sat at was a small, round wooden table, and a single lamp hung above all three of you, swinging precariously.
“Oi, no touching yet, Debs,” Lou scolded, bumping the brunette in the arm. “We’re still playing, right?”
Debbie pouted dramatically, but you played on. Your nipples were practically aching from the cold air warring with your internal heat, making you squirm against your hard wooden chair.
Then suddenly and unexpectedly, Lou lost a round. Her fingers danced along the buttons of the waistcoat teasingly, eyeing both you and Debbie with a grin.
“Maybe we should call it after this,” you suggested, because Lou’s abdomen was slowly coming to light and your mouth was watering.
“Agreed,” Debbie sighed. Lou had kept her chains and jewelry on, and you hated the way they accentuated her neck and wrists and fingers, hated how you were distracted by them.
A rush of cold air gave you a rush of adrenaline as your heart rate picked up, and you practically flew across the table to grab Lou and kiss her hard before she even got the article of clothing off.
Her chair was tipping back and would have fallen had Debbie not reached over and steadied it. Lou’s hands were warm and large and ran over your back as you sat on the table in front of her, your legs spreading and revealing the obvious wetness gathering between your thighs through your underwear.
“We’re not finished the game yet, baby,” she said. You immediately yanked your underwear down and tossed it with the rest of your abandoned clothes.
“There, I lose,” you pushed up and then you were straddling her in her chair, rubbing against her warm thighs. Her hands came up on your back, large and firm, as you kept kissing her.
“I think she’s extra feisty tonight, Deb,” Lou said huskily. You had grabbed one of her longer chains in between your teeth and made direct eye contact with her as you clasped the gold jewelry in your mouth.
“I don’t blame her,” the brunette’s voice was low, quiet, and she moved to toss the rest of the cards and chips off the table before putting herself where you had been sitting moments ago. Her feet rested on the edge of the chair, by your thighs, so you were effectively trapped by the two women.
You were enjoying the lavish attention you were getting from them both, until Debbie yanked your hair back and sucked hard on your neck. You lost your grip on Lou’s neck and fell back against Debbie, instead wrapping your hands around her upper thighs, nails digging into her skin.
Then Lou’s lips were wrapping around one of your nipples and you squealed as a warm tongue slid across the hard nub.
Lou was restless, you could tell, because she didn’t hesitate to bring a hand to you cunt and rub a thumb over your clit as Debbie continued her assault on your neck.
Lou’s hands were holding your own thighs down so you could barely move between the two of them, and continued to rub you furiously. Your abdomen muscles kept spasming as she passed over your sensitive clit, tighter and tighter until you shook with a whining, shaking orgasm.
You collapsed against Debbie, who momentarily lost her balance, and then suddenly was lying flat on the table, you on top of her.
“Oh, perfect,” you heard Lou whisper, before your legs were yanked apart to spread and hook over Debbie’s thighs underneath you. You felt a brush of hair against your inner thighs and then Debbie gasped loudly underneath you, her mouth right by your ear and her grip on you unforgiving.
Lou was eating Debbie out on the table as you lay limply on top of her, feeling her tremble and shake under you. Her arm wrapped tightly around your middle to have something to hold onto. You could hardly move. You tried squirming and doing something because her gasps and whimpers and the sounds of Lou’s mouth on her cunt made you desperate again.
You could only watch the lamp hanging above you, swaying hypnotically as you felt Debbie’s legs rise and buck. Her lips sucked on your neck again, teeth nibbling until you groaned out loud.
You sat up, watching Lou fuck Debbie with her tongue inside her. Then you reached down with your own hand and lightly touched Debbie’s swollen clit, and she nearly threw you off of her. Lou grinned at you with her eyes; her own hands were occupied in holding Debbie steady, so you sat about rubbing her clit with deft fingers until you heard that familiar cry, and she came on Lou’s tongue.
Lou sat back, spreading her legs and grinning at the sight of both of her girls laying exhausted on the table. You caught her eye and she licked her lips, pupils blown.
Your legs were shaky as you attempted to get off the table, helping Debbie up in a sitting position, her chest heaving, sweat shining in the poorly lit space. Lou rubbed her legs, almost apologetically for making her thrash and whine so much. They kissed languidly, and Debbie reached down to cup her between her legs, but she pulled her hand away and sucked two of her fingers in her mouth before saying,
“No. Later,” she said, conclusively. She looked over at you and pulled you closer, and your hands subconsciously came up to play with her necklaces again.
“This was my idea after all,” Lou said, “and you two look- well, thoroughly fucked. If I may say so myself.”
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You walked back slowly- because your legs felt stiff. You were still adjusting your outfit, feeling like everyone around you could see the dark bruising forming on your neck. And that everyone could see Lou and Debbie’s messed up hair- or the fact that all your clothes were wrinkled and messy.
The evening sun was hiding behind the skyline and the sky was a lot darker by the time the three of you had reached Lou’s place, only you were stopped in your tracks by someone waiting on the front steps.
“Constance?” Lou asked, baffled, her hand slipping out of yours. The young woman was standing at Lou’s door, undeterred and munching on a Subway sandwich.
“Oh, hey! Where you been? I’ve been calling like, non-stop,” she said, “I was gonna return the key, remember?”
She jangled a set of keys that you recognized- everyone from the team had received a copy of them during their heist, and Lou groaned,
“Shit- I completely forgot. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”
“Nah, Tammy drove me.”
“Tammy? What- where-”
A honk from the street made you look over and see Tammy in the driver’s seat of a car waiting by the curb. She was grinning and waved her hand at the group of you standing on the sidewalk. Next to her was Amita.
“Did you bring everyone or something?” Lou said, exasperated.
“Uh, of course not! Just them- and Nineball. She’s in the backseat.”
“Why?” Debbie nearly shouted, holding your hand even tighter.
Constance jangled the keys again, and this time you noticed there were far more than just one person’s set of keys- they must’ve gotten together to carpool the keys to Lou’s after Constance had planned to drop them off. And now they all saw the three of you walking home- clothes disheveled and covered in lipstick prints.
You groaned, knowing your state, wondering how it looked, wondering if they’d found out yet. This wasn’t really how you had planned to tell the team. You weren’t sure if any of you three had been planning to tell anyone at all.
“You’re a thief, Connie, couldn’t you have just broken in?” Debbie added, bringing you back to the conversation, “would’ve saved everyone some time.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Constance grinned as Lou brought everyone inside.
You nearly sprinted up the stairs, wanting to get out of sight as soon as possible, but Lou had grabbed your hand before could even take one step.
“Not so fast,” she whispered hoarsely, “you’re gonna suffer just as much as us. No abandoning post.”
You pouted at her but relented, welcoming the other four women who started chatting.
“I’m terribly sorry if it's a bad time!” Tammy said, “but it’s been so long since all of us have been together, you know? And I was only in town for a little while, so I thought I’d reach out to Connie and-”
“It’s fine,” Debbie interrupted her, sincerely, but slightly frustrated, “it’s good to see you all. Although we don’t have everyone in, only-”
As if on cue, the door that had been left open a crack swung open all the way, revealing Rose and Daphne, arm in arm.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lou sighed, and you grinned, sliding up to her and pulling on her hand with yours,
“Picked the wrong night for poker, huh?”
“Oh my goodness, girls!” Daphne squealed, pushing her thick sunglasses on top of her head, glossy lips spreading wide. “We were just passing through- had no idea everyone was getting together!”
“Neither did we,” Debbie replied, receiving their hugs and hello’s.
“So what were you three up to before you got back?” Amita asked, oh so innocently. You nearly choked on a can of Coke.
“We were... out,” Debbie said bluntly. You could see in her eyes; she was blanking entirely on how to recover from this.
“I was teaching them how to play poker at the club,” Lou added, absentmindedly picking at her nails.
“But... you only ever take people out for poker on a date, Lou,” Tammy piped up, confused. Of course Tammy would fucking know that.
There was a dreaded silence, and you realized you were absolutely fucked when the first voice cried out,
“No! No way!” Okay, so Constance had definitely figured it out. You blushed furiously, only confirming her suspicions as she scanned you and your girlfriends.
“What?” Debbie snapped.
“You guys are fucking, aren't you?” Nineball asked, nonchalantly, as if that wasn’t one of the biggest revelations of the century.
You expected screams- a major uproar, glasses to be thrown in surprise, but instead, there was a moment of stunned silence before there was a collective “Oooohhhh...” of realization. Then they all began talking over each other
“You know what, that makes a lot of sense-”
“Yeah I was beginning to wonder if you really just didn’t care about fashion with how your outfit looked- or if you just hadn’t seen a mirror...”
“Oh my god, it’s bad enough Debbie mothers all of us already. Now there’s three of you together?”
“I kept asking Y/N if she was seeing anyone and wanted a blind date or something, but she was so vague-”
“So how is the wedding going to work?”
“Isn’t that, like, a lot of limbs to deal with?”
“For some reason I’m surprised but also not at all.”
“Okay, okay, okay!” Lou shouted, finally shutting your friends up. “Yes, fine, the three of us are seeing each other. But we’re not just fucking, alright?”
“It’s an actual relationship, and if any of you have a problem with that, you can get the hell out.”
“Holiday shopping must be so expensive,” Rose murmured over to you as your girlfriends kept defending your situation, and you couldn’t help but giggle. And then you began laughing, loudly. So absurd was the situation that you couldn’t stop laughing.
“Is something funny?” Debbie asked, crossing her arms, annoyed. You giggled and nodded,
“Yes, all of this is funny.”
You got up and crossed over to Lou and Debbie, holding their hands and looking over your group of friends; none of them showing any sort of malice, only content amusement and smiles.
“I find it funny that you’re both getting so worked up about it when no one here is having an issue with our relationship. Nothing’s gonna change from how it was before, right guys?”
A few nodded in response and you smiled, absent-mindedly straightening Lou’s askew tie.
“So there’s really no problems then, hm? Why don’t we just... crack open some beers and keep the party going?”
Constance hollered in agreement, and just like that, the atmosphere was back to normal, drinks were being opened, and although your throuple situation was still a topic of conversation, it wasn’t nearly as malicious as you thought it would be.
“You know, I always had an inkling that something was going on, but I couldn’t put my finger on it,” Daphne said, gleefully. You rolled your eyes and gave her a glass of wine.
“Got room for one more?” Nineball asked. Lou chucked an empty soda can at her head.
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Being Peter Parker’s Little Sister Would Include
Even as a young boy Peter knew to protect you with his life
He hated seeing you upset
So, he always made sure you were happy
Sure, he was the kind of brother that would tease you to no end
But he was also the kind who would hold you when you cried
He’d help you while you studied
Always gave you first pick
And he made sure you’d never feel a lack of love or acceptance
Him along with Uncle Ben and Aunt May made sure your childhood was a happy one
You were lucky enough to be so young that you don’t remember your parents
But you felt guilty for it
That you couldn’t remember the people who gave you life
So, you were always asking to hear stories about them
You and Ben would be curled up on the couch while he told you about your mother and father
You and May would bake and cook and clean together, always trying out new things and forcing the boys to eat it
Even though your life didn’t have such a good start
It was perfect
Until one day
A burglar broke into the house and held you at gun point, telling Ben he’d shoot you if they didn’t show him whatever was in the house
Your uncle Ben tried to reach for you but you heard a shot by your ear
Even though you shut your eyes you still saw the bullet hit Ben and felt his blood on your face and heard his body hit the ground
May and you saying your goodbyes to him, crying on the floor, covered in his blood
When Peter came home you were wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the edge of the ambulance where they were loading Uncle Ben
The next few days passing by in a blur
Crying in Peter’s arms while he tried to stay strong for you
One day after crying your heart out you managed to fall asleep in Peter’s bed
Seeing your face, he just broke down apologizing for doing this
You met Spiderman a few days after the funeral, at Uncle Ben’s grave
“I’m so sorry, if I had stopped the burglar before then this wouldn’t have happened to you. I promise I will find him and make him pay.”
“It was.... horrific. I saw it with my own eyes. That someone wouldn’t need to blink before taking someone’s life. That someone lacked so much humanity that they broke into a home and killed someone’s family. He’s a monster.”
“I’ll make him pay for what he did to your family.”
“If you kill somebody then you’re no better than he was. Don’t blame yourself, Spiderman, Uncle Ben wouldn’t have wanted it. Blame yourself for a very short time, but in turn, remember it forever. Don’t forget about him.”
“I promise.”
Just as Peter was about to leave, you spoke up again
“Uncle Ben always used to say that there wasn’t a point in becoming a new you if you forgot who you were.”
Suddenly Peter felt extremely nervous and sweaty and you turned to him with a small smile
“I’ll get my life together, I have my aunt and my brother, but I won’t forget who I used to be with Uncle Ben. You should do the same.”
He smiled awkwardly under the mask but you obviously didn’t see it before leaving without another word
You watched him shoot a web and swing away, chuckling
“Come back home safe tonight, Peter.”
Things get better after that
The man who killed Uncle Ben was caught and turned over to the police
And you begin to start paying attention to Peter’s alter ego
Being quick to accept his half-baked excuses and even giving better reasons to Aunt May
Sometimes you wonder just how stupid Peter thinks you are though because he expects you to believe these excuses of his
Always coming to the rescue when he forgets to do something because he was so busy
When he left Aunt May and you waiting at a restaurant for him, you conveniently remembered how he had a school project right when you saw Spiderman swing by the window, trying to catch a few criminals
When he forgot to bring Uncle Ben’s cake home, you picked it up saying that you took the reminder off his phone because you were planning to choose the best looking one
When you saw Harry waiting at the library for him, you told him that Peter got sick so he went home early
Keeping the first aid kit always stocked should Peter need anything
Teaching him to sew but telling him it was part of a home ec exercise so he could learn how to stitch up his own suit
Always silently looking after Peter
Whenever the three of you see a news report about him and Aunt May says that he’s awesome
You chuckling and saying
“Behind every amazing man there’s an equally amazing woman.”
Peter totally agreeing and then being nice to the two of you for the rest of the day
Things take a turn however when an Osborn gone crazy trying to get his hands on Peter finally turned his head to see you
And in his twisted goblin brain, he finally gets an idea
Peter’s DNA is too difficult to get his hands on because he has super powers and has been mutated because of the spider bite
But yours?
Blank slate free for him to manipulate
And you couldn’t fight back
It was all too easy to pluck you right out of their hands and bring you to his lair
Peter goes crazy trying to find you
Begging Nick, nearly in tears to help him find you
And Nick is actually kind of worried because he’s never seen Peter this way
Dispatches as many troops as he can afford trying to look for you
And as per Spiderman’s daily routine, he begins blaming himself
If you got hurt because he wasn’t there to protect you again, he’d never forgive himself
When they find you, you’re in a stasis chamber, nearly dead
There were vials of blood all over the place, and you looked severely malnourished
Peter definitely cried when he saw you
The team trying to comfort him, trying to get him to eat something while you’re in the med bay but him not moving
Although one day they notice something weird
Your heart rate suddenly spiked for some reason and you began tensing and struggling in the bed
Peter tried to get you to relax and immediately called a doctor
When they tried injecting you with a tranquilizer however your body was covered with a blue slime before slamming the doctor against the wall
It wasn’t difficult to figure out
You had been infected by a symbiote
It wasn’t long after that you woke up
Peter and Aunt May cried when you opened your eyes
They told you that Spiderman and his team saved you and even though you wanted to meet the team something told you that Peter was reluctant to get back in the suit
So, you continued to pretend you had no idea of his alter ego
Even though regular coma patients have to go through physiotherapy to get back their physical strength
You never had to do anything of the sort
They S.H.I.E.LD. doctors assume it’s because of the symbiote
You noticed how closed off Peter became and one day sat him down
“What’s going on with you?”
“I don’t deserve to be in this family.”
“What?! How can you say that?!”
“All I do is bring bad luck and people end up getting hurt because of me!”
“It wasn’t your fault Peter. How could you have known that the Goblin would have taken me.”
“It is my fault. Because of me, Uncle Ben was killed and because of me, you could have been too. I bring misfortune to everyone I ever loved.”
You see the way his face falls and your heart breaks
To see him blame himself this way and hate himself
To see him questioning his identity
The reason he became Spiderman was to make sure no innocent ever got hurt but because he was Spiderman his baby sister nearly died
So, you gently took his hand in yours
“I already told you, didn’t I? Blame yourself for a short time. But remember it forever.”
His eyes widened, remembering what you told Spiderman nearly a year ago
“You knew?”
“I’ve always known. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, Peter. You risk yourself every day to protect other people.”
“And I couldn’t even protect you.”
“I’m okay now. I know how you must feel but I hate seeing you like this. Uncle Ben would’ve hated it too. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m responsible for keeping my family safe.”
You didn’t know how to help him
You knew he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and that it was difficult to live a life like this
‘With great power comes great responsibility’
But sometimes things are out of your control
So, you don’t say anything else and just pull him into your arms
The way he did when Uncle Ben had passed
And gently rubbed his back
“I love you, bro.”
And he just breaks down in your arms, apologizing for everything and you just held him tight and trying to calm him down
And in the middle of his crying he managed to stutter out an ‘I love you too.’
And then the two of you become the Spider Siblings
Dance Parties on the ceiling and swinging around town in the morning because you both slept in and now you’re late
Swining races that he claims to let you win
Talking about life while hanging from the side of a building
Going to Uncle Ben’s grave to keep him updated and tell him not to worry because now there are 2 superheroes there to protect Aunt May
Him training you and being extra hard on you during training because he wants you to be better than him
But also becoming sugary sweet after training and offering to piggyback you home because you’re so tired
Will let you take naps in the corner of the training room while he trains
Hates it when you get along with Sam
Also gets super stressed out when you’re on the field and tries to double the amount of people he fights so you don’t have to
But he knows you can hold your own
And gets really proud when you do but won’t tell you
Always makes sure you’re eating well and sleeping well
Now if you ever brought a boy home you never know what to expect
Sometimes he just teases you to no end
Or he completely freaks out and goes totally papa bear over you
In conclusion
Peter Parker as a big brother isn’t the type to be completely like a guardian
He has a lot of things going on in his life so he ends up relying on you a lot
But you wouldn’t trade him for the world
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Sherlock xMute!Reader •Part 6•
You turned around in your sleep, trying to not lose the cool dream you just had and to dream on.
But something was off and kept you from drifting off into your wonderful dream world again.
It smelled different, nasty, like iron and dirt and your hand hurt.
There was something cold around your wrist.
Startled you opened your heavy eyelids and tried to sit up but a sudden wave of pain rushed in your head and made you feel dizzy.
You narrowed your eyes to make the dizzy feeling go away before you opened them again.
It was pitch black around you, you couldn't even see your own hand before your face and something around your left hand stopped you from getting up from the mattress you were sitting on.
Scared you felt for the thing around your wrist.
It was a handcuff. You are handcuffed to something.
Panicking you wildly yanked at the handcuff, trying to get it off.
But it was no use. You just hurt yourself by bruising your wrist even more.
------- 1 week ago ------
"Waiter!", someone from the other side of the cafe shouted, holding his hand in the air and waving widely.
Sighing you grabbed your big black wallet from the counter and the sales check, knowing that he probably wanted to pay. As you walked over you heard the bells of the door and from the corner of your eye, you saw a tall man in a long coat entering the cafe. You first mistook him for Sherlock but quickly realized that it wasn't him as the man pulled down the wet hood from his head, ruffling through his messy black hair to get the raindrops out of it.
He flashed you a bright smile as he noticed you staring at him.
Blushing slightly you returned the smile before turning back to the customer, handing him out the sales check.
He tipped you and left the cafe with the women who had set with him on the table.
Swiftly you cleaned the table and brought the two cups back to the kitchen.
While washing the cups, your thoughts drifted off to Sherlock again. You thought about him often but lately he never really got the time to visit you at work. He jumped head over heels from case to case and when he was at your cafe, he barely noticed you, being too caught up in a case he was working on.
Right now he was in Germany, he followed the trace of a "big fish", as Watson called it, and you haven't seen or heard from him for two months.
Hopefully, you checked your phone. Your screen lit up and showed the picture, which Watson did some month ago, of you and Sherlock cuddling. But there was no message from Sherlock.
Sighing again you pushed your phone back in your pocket.
You felt silly. You fell in love with a man who was known for not having any kind of sentimental feelings.
The thought that he probably didn't even care about you as much as you cared for him got stuck in your head and pulled your mood down for weeks.
"Is everything okay?", a deep voice suddenly asked and you flinched.
You looked at the man beside you startled after being pulled out of your thoughts before nodding a few times.
The man was the person you had first mistaken for Sherlock some minutes ago, he smiled warmly at you and had his hands in the pockets of his coat.
Now, fully back, in reality, you noticed that he was standing in the kitchen, the place where no customer should be so you quickly pushed him out.
He looked at you a little confused but chuckled: "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."
You waved your hand slightly to show him that it's okay, but he just looked at you even more confused.
'I can't talk', you wrote on a side of the little notebook you always had with you and showed it to him.
"Oh! I'm sorry.", the man apologized kindly. "Uhm, I just wanted to get you because some customers have shouted for you and you have been back there for over 20 minutes so..."
Over 20 minutes? You could have sworn that it has only been a couple of minutes. Puzzled you looked at the clock on the wall above you. He was right.
The man laid his hand on your shoulder and bend down to you a little: "Are you sure that everything is alright?"
You slowly nodded your head again, even though you were clearly not okay.
Smiling widely at him you tried to overact the fact how worked out and emotionally drained you were.
Taking a deep breath you walked over to the few customers, taking their orders and collecting the money.
It was 19 o clock and about time to close the cafe. All the customers had already left, beside the man in the coat. He was still sitting on the table on which Sherlock used to sit and sipped on his third coffee.
With a smile, you placed the sales check on his table and pointed to the clock to tell him that he needed to go.
"Oh, sorry.", he laughed nervously and gave you the money plus a big tip "Thank you for the coffee".
The man grabbed his coat from the chair and waved you goodbye before leaving the cafe.
Panting you placed the broom back in the storeroom, grabbed your jacket and donned it.
The cold air crawled under the thin fabric of your clothes as you stepped outside and closed the door of the cafe, locking it.
Shivering you pulled the scarf closer to your face.
"Hey-", a voice next to you suddenly said and you jumped in shock, letting the key from your hand fall to the ground.
The man in front of you knelt down to pick the key up and placed it back in your hand.
"I'm so sorry!", he apologized. It was the man from before with the coat again.
Disappointment grew inside of you, your heart ached for Sherlock and you saw him in every person who looked similar.
You tried to smile at the man and gulped the feeling down.
"I think I forgot my phone at your cafe, so I ran back in the hope that you would still be there.", he explained and scratched his head, laughing embarrassed.
Huffing amused you opened the door again and gestured him to follow you.
Quickly you got two phones you found today out of the little safe and showed them to him.
He picked the black one and checked if it was still working.
"Thank you so much, you just saved me.", he said laughing and put his phone in the pocket of his coat.
"My name is Jonathan by the way."
Smiling you shook his hand and pulled your notebook out to write your name on it.
"(Y/n), beautiful name.", Jonathan complimented. "May I take you home? It's already pretty late and I think it's safer for you if I accompany you."
You had agreed to him taking you home, and he did, talking a lot to you about everything he could think of.
Jonathan came often from now on, nearly every day he sat there, drank a coffee or two and talked to you whenever you had time for him before walking you home in the evening again.
You both exchanged numbers and wrote for hours in the night.
He made you happy and brought this warm feeling back.
He made you forget about Sherlock.
The doorbell rang while you were humming your favorite song inside your head.
You looked up to see who just entered the cafe and nearly dropped the empty glass in your hand.
His wild brown locks hang on his face.
His grey coat all wet from the rain outside.
And his blue-green eyes searched for something in the room.
As they met yours, they stopped searching and a small smile appeared on his lips.
Tears swell up in your eyes. Tears of happiness and tears of anger.
You couldn't decide if you wanted to slap him for not having heard a word of him for 3 months or if you wanted to hug him.
"Is everything okay?", Jonathan next to you suddenly asked and laid his hand on your shoulder, worried.
Sherlock narrowed his eyebrows, he eyed Jonathan up and down and instantly had a bad feeling about him. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like that guy.
Without thinking Sherlock grabbed your hand and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing you against his chest.
You couldn't see it but Jonathan stared with poor evil in his eyes into Sherlock's.
He looked mad, really mad and only Sherlock saw it.
The doorbell rang again and you peeled yourself out of Sherlock's warm embrace, even though you wanted to stay like this for the next couple of days.
Watson had entered the cafe and smiled at you warmly, giving you a quick and tight hug as a greeting.
You turned around to Sherlock again and saw how Jonathan held his hand out but Sherlock didn't shake it, he just stared at him blankly with his hands in the pockets of his coat.
"I think he's jealous.", Watson whispered into your ear and you giggled.
It really looked like this from your point of view, but in reality, Sherlock was just analyzing Jonathan. He tried to read him.
And he could. Easily. Too easily.
It was as if someone had placed the right hints at the right places, it wasn't natural.
Middle-aged man.
Lives alone, his shirt and trousers are crumbled.
Likes coffee, a coffee stain on his shirt.
Not much money, his coat is old, the color washed out and the sleeves are fringe.
He's a smoker, yellowing of the teeth and between the index and middle finger.
Annoyed Sherlock looked away. Jonathan was too easy to read and too friendly to you.
A little forcefully he pulled you out of the cafe, Watson following you both, wondering about what was going on.
"He's dangerous.", Sherlock told you while holding you by your shoulders. "Something about him isn't right. He tries too hard to make you like him, with all this perfume and the outfit, trying to look like me. You should stay away from him."
Watson laughed at Sherlock's words and you joined him, your shoulders shaking in amusement.
"Are you jealous, Sherlock?", Watson asked mockingly and got an angry look from him.
"I mean it, Watson! Something is off, he's too easy to read and-"
Smiling you ruffled through Sherlock's hair and kissed him on the cheek, to show him that he doesn't need to worry before you walked inside the cafe again.
"(Y/n)!", Sherlock shouted after you but you had already closed the door behind you.
Angry and frustrated he ran his hand over his face and into his hair.
Watson patted him on the shoulder: "I knew that you are also just human."
He left him alone in front of the cafe and walked down the street to their apartment.
Worried Sherlock bit his underlip and gulped his frustration down.
He felt helpless.
You didn't take Sherlock's "warning" seriously and let Jonathan walk you home again.
He was too nice to be a bad guy, Sherlock was probably just jealous or maybe just a little paranoid after all those cases and everything that had happened to you.
Jonathan wished you a good night as he dropped you off at your home and you hurried to get in your bed, under your warm blanket since you were exhausted.
Cuddling into your blanket you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep with a smile on your face, thinking of Sherlock.
You turned around in your sleep, trying to not lose the cool dream you just had and to dream on.
But something was off and kept you from drifting off into your wonderful dream world again.
It smelled different, nasty, like iron and dirt and your hand hurt.
There was something cold around your wrist.
Startled you opened your heavy eyelids and tried to sit up but a sudden wave of pain rushed in your head and made you feel dizzy.
You narrowed your eyes to make the dizzy feeling go away before you opened them again.
It was pitch black around you, you couldn't even see your own hand before your face and something around your left hand stopped you from getting up from the mattress you were sitting on.
Scared you felt for the thing around your wrist.
It was a handcuff. You were handcuffed to something.
Panicking you wildly yanked at the handcuff, trying to get it off.
But it was no use. You just hurt yourself by bruising your wrist even more.
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too Close for Comfort - Upstead
Summary: Throwback to the aftermath of “Lines,” in season seven. This is the conversation between Jay, Voight and Hailey that we didn’t get to see.
Warnings: swearing, PTSD?, angst
Requested: Yes! #75, “What did you need to tell me?”
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“Shut the door.”
Hailey slammed the door of her car shut, falling breathlessly into the driver's seat. It was freezing, the air inside being even colder than the frigid wind outside. Hailey threw her head back against the seat, numb to the frosty touch, she shook ever so slightly, having left her coat on her chair in the haste to get out of the district.
“So this is something we’re doing now?”
Soon, the temperature began to set in and Hailey broke her trance long enough to turn her keys in her ignition, suddenly being blasted with air as cold as Chicago winter wind. She didn’t bother to turn it down, it would warm up eventually and hopefully her with it. With no feeling in her ears or her hands, she hit the steering wheel, a single tear escaping her eye. She was surprised it didn’t freeze against her cheek. She had no idea what she was doing.
“Do you understand, you crossed the line?”
She did, she knew what she did was wrong, but she just wanted to feel something. The cold air circulated throughout her car, making it borderline inhabitable. If her fingers were moving against the dash, she didn’t know, she felt nothing. She wanted to feel something: guilt, fear, remorse, even. But she didn’t. All she knew is that she had crossed the threshold of something she couldn’t even see, and all she felt was void. Part of her thought she would be happy, or maybe prideful. She had helped put away a violent criminal and saved another man ten years of life wasted, but the Hailey that had done that wasn’t recognizable to her anymore.
“The lines, they are real clear.”
And she wished they were, in Chicago at least. She knew that at the FBI there was almost a marked path of steps on the floor to take, you couldn’t miss it. But she wished it were that easy at home. She wished that she was afraid of them, like she always was before. But everything seemed different now, ever since Jay was shot her world had been upside down. She watched him cross the line with Marcus, and then with Angela. He was just trying to do the right thing and it almost got him killed, it was so clear to Hailey. 100%, without a doubt, get Jay out of this. He was crazy, supporting the family of the man he got killed, he was too close. But then, she was too close to see that he was never going to move on, not without doing everything he possibly could to help them.
God, it was so normal. It felt like everyone around her got the benefit of the doubt but her. Letting Angela walk to keep Jay’s secret was wrong, an oversight that the old Hailey never would have made. But the old Hailey didn’t watch her partner bleed out on a basement floor, the old Hailey didn’t plant evidence in peoples cars, the old Hailey didn’t dare take a step out of line.
“I don’t want you to be me.”
She didn’t want to be him, but she didn’t see any other way. There was no going back now. Not after Cameron’s death, not after Darius. She wasn’t the same person who walked in and spilled coffee on Platt all those years ago. She felt like a fraud, and the only person that could really see her may never forgive her. Why would he? Hailey put on her seatbelt, willing herself to drive out of the parking lot, she had a lot of packing to do.
“Hailey, I’m starting to wonder if you can do it.”
She did too, she wondered what happened to her. Maybe it was the job: maybe she was hardening, losing her morality or just getting bored. But it felt like so much more than that. She had a family now, a real one, and she would do anything to protect them. She loved Vanessa, and she hated seeing her hurting. Of course she had to help Luis, she couldn’t watch Vanessa spiral. She was attached, something she had never let herself be before.
Hailey’s phone buzzed in her cup holder, bringing her back to reality. Her car had finally decided to warm up, and now she felt on the verge of overheating.
Jay Halstead: I’m at Backdoor, text me when you get here. I’ll wait to go in.
Hailey groaned, feeling her eyes well up again. She forgot that she had plans to meet Jay at their bar, it had been a rough case, a rough day. It was their thing. She was dreading it, but she had to tell him. She couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
…
Jay’s phone buzzed in his hand showing Hailey’s caller ID. He picked it up immediately. “Hey.” He said, a smile gracing his face.
“Hi.” She said, her voice coming through quiet and cut off.
Jay sat forward in his seat, “What’s wrong?” Worry laced thick.
“Jay,” She said, almost like she was bracing herself. “I’m going to New York.”
“What?” The words just kind of fell out of his mouth.
He heard Hailey take a deep breath on the line, “Voight is loaning me out to the FBI, the field office in New York. I leave tomorrow.”
“I don’t understand…” Jay trailed off, “Why?”
“I-I messed up Jay.” She said, her voice breaking. “I did something really stupid and I guess this is my punishment.”
Jay was seething and he wasn’t exactly sure why, “He can’t do this, he can’t just ship you off-”
“He can and he did.” Hailey cut him off. They were quiet for a moment. “I should go, I need to pack and my flight is early. I just wanted to tell you.”
“Uh, yeah, of course.” Jay stumbled over his words. “Thank you, for letting me know.”
Hailey breathed out a little laugh, “You think I would just disappear in the middle of the night?”
Jay froze for a second, she didn’t understand the weight of her own words. “You? No. Just, still, I appreciate it.” He had a million questions, but it seemed like she wasn’t really up for answers.
“You’re my partner,” She said without hesitation, “And you will still be my partner when I’m there and you will still be my partner when I get back.”
Those words were his anchor, she was coming back. “Damn right.” He paused, “Get some sleep and text me before you take off, so I know you got through security okay.”
“Of course. Goodnight Jay.”
“Goodnight Hailey, have a safe trip.” And with that the line went dead.
Jay could feel his blood boiling, he smoothly threw the truck back into gear and high tailed it out of the parking lot. There was someone he needed to talk to.
…
10 minutes later Jay burst into Voight’s office. “You’re sending Hailey to New York?”
Voight put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, he should have seen this coming. “The FBI needs a loan out officer, I thought it would be a good opportunity.” He said, calmly.
Jay paced around the small office, his hands resting on his hips. He was so mad he couldn’t form a sentence. “How could you do this to me? Again?”
“This isn’t about you Jay…” Voight said, his voice getting a little louder.
Jay scoffed, “Like hell it is.” They stared each other down for a moment. “Kevin would have loved this chance, Adam too, and you’re telling me that Kim didn’t need an escape right now?” He didn’t understand why it had to be Hailey, punishment or not. “Why Hailey?”
“Upton knows why.” Voight said shortly.
“Then tell me!” Jay exclaimed, exasperated. “I’m her partner.”
Voight stood, throwing the file he was reading down on his desk. “She needs this.”
“Well, I need her.” Jay snapped, gripping the back of the chair in front of him.
Voight scoffed, “Jay, I told you a long time ago that if you want to be in my unit, you keep it in your pants.”
“Oh, believe me,” Jay spat. “It’s in.” He sighed. “Hank, I can’t lose another partner to the feds. I can’t start over again.”
Voight took a breath, looking at the hurting young man in front of him. “Erin leaving was hard on me too, but ultimately it was her choice. She chose to leave and not come back. I gave Upton a temporary assignment, she is welcome back wherever she is ready.”
She is coming back, she is coming back, she is coming back. He almost felt like he was manifesting it. “What is she doesn’t?”
“Then that’s her choice.” Hank said, “Either way, you are yelling at the wrong person right now. Go home Jay.”
Jay nodded, “Yeah, okay.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Jay gave him a short nod before quickly leaving the office. He was feeling so many things he could barely stand it. He was embarrassed for blowing up on Voight and basically admitting his feelings for his partner to his boss. He was dreading the next few weeks without Hailey, he was dreading the constant stress of her deciding to stay. He was sad, all this New York talk was dredging up old memories, ones he wished he could just erase. He was angry, but he wasn’t sure who he was even mad at. And now he was scared, because somehow his truck ended up outside of Hailey’s house.
He wasn’t sure why he was there or what he was going to say, but he just needed to see her. Jay made his way to the front door, knocking. The door swung open to reveal Vanessa, looking a bit more disheveled than normal. “Hey.” Jay said, he had forgotten about the roommate situation.
“She’s upstairs.” The young officer said, skipping all niceties.
Jay nodded, “Thanks.” He looked up the staircase, debating just calling her downstairs. This felt like a line they have never crossed, one he wasn’t sure either of them were ready for, but tonight wasn’t the night for playing it safe. He made his way up the carpeted stairs, the pictures hanging along the wall catching his eye. He was surprised to see that he was in most of them.
There was on at the very top of just the two of them, he remembered the day it was taken like it was yesterday. They had just made a big bust, Voight and Antonio had taken the suspect in while the rest of the unit stayed behind to work with patrol. They were all so excited to finally get the guy off the street, it was one of those really good days on the job. He was pretty sure Kim took the picture, but they were both leaning against a squad car. You can’t see it, but Jay had his arm resting on Hailey’s back while hers and his other one held their vests. She was leaning against his, grinning like she normally was.
When he willed himself to leave memory lane, he made his way to the top of the stairs, wandering for a moment down the hall to what he assumed was Hailey’s room. He met the threshold and was taken aback. Hailey had his back to him, an open suitcase on her bed. There were clothes everywhere in different folded piles and strewn across the floor. He knocked on the door frame and Hailey turned around immediately. “Hey,” He said quietly.
“Uh, hi.” She said, running a hand through her hair. She had on leggings and an oversized t-shirt, something that Jay had never seen her in. “What are you doing here?”
Jay shrugged, “I just wanted to see you before you left. Make sure you were okay.”
Hailey shook her head, going back to throwing things in the suitcase. “I’m fine, Jay.”
Jay took a step into the room and then a few more, crossing yet another line. He made his way to Hailey, trying not to get distracted by the fact that he was standing less than two feet from her bed. “Hailey, talk to me.”
Hailey sighed, “This is a really good opportunity, but I’m not sure I’m ready, and I don’t think I even want it. Is that ungrateful? This whole thing just feels tainted.”
“Hailey you are a good cop, if anyone deserves this, it’s you.” Jay said softly.
“Jay, you don’t know what I did-”
“It doesn’t matter Hailey.” Jay said, cutting her off. “No matter what you did, you are going to kick ass in New York.” He was being completely serious, even if it was the last thing he wanted, he knew she was going to thrive there. “You’ve got this.” He stood up to leave, he couldn’t lay all his fears and worry on her now, he had to be supportive.
“Jay-”
“Have a good trip Hailey, call or text whenever you want.” His chest felt tight as he reached the doorway, debating not looking back at her. Every part of him knows he needs to walk out that door, but he can’t forget all the times this has happened before. “What were you going to tell me?”
“Jay, I don’t want to leave.” Hailey calls across the room.
There are a million things he wants to say, but not now. Not right before she flies 800 miles away. “I don’t want you to leave either.”
Hailey gives him a soft smile, it’s enough confirmation for them both. She’s leaving, but she will be back. And for then,that was enough.
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A/N: I really enjoyed writing this fic, I haven’t done one like it in a long time. I got the inspiration for this while listening to Meet us at Molly’s @meetusatmollys (check out this podcast on Podbean, you won’t regret it!). Thank you for reading! <3
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Meeting and Dating Specs
(Please ignore how awful my gif is)(Requested via message)
(I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while!)
- You met Specs while walking to work in the morning. He was out selling his papers when you and a few of the other girls you worked with passed him.
- He quickly snatched the hat from his head as you walked by, eyes seemingly locking onto you even though you were in the middle of a small crowd.
- The two of you met each other’s gaze and without meaning to, your steps began to slow. A small smile found its way onto your face before you hurriedly made your way back to your group. As you reached your friends sides, you spared one last glance at the boy over your shoulder. You were secretly pleased to see that he was still watching.
- Normally Specs wouldn't linger in a selling spot for too long unless it was raking in a good profit. But let’s just say that he had a bit of an ulterior motive when returning to the area.
- Day after day, you would continue to see him while making your way to work. Your friends began to tease you about it, grabbing your arm and giggling in your ear as you passed him. You felt flattered by the attention but you still wondered if he was actually attracted to you and if so, was he ever going to approach you?
- It was after about two weeks that he finally did. You passed his usual selling spot in the morning and found that he wasn’t there. So, with a little dash of disappointment settling in your stomach, you headed off to work and went about your day.
- You walked out the doors of your work at the end of your shift, wiping your hands on your dress and pulling the hair from your face. It was then that you saw him, his body leaned casually against the wall of the building besides yours.
- He kicked himself off of the wall once he noticed you, pulling the hat off his head as he made his way over.
- He tries his hand at a polite, gentlemanly introduction, fiddling with the hat in his hands as he spoke. He “confessed” that he’d been watching you “for a little while now” and explained that he wanted to get to know you more.
- You smiled and agreed, glad that he had finally decided to try his luck with you.
- Your first date was that same day. The two of you walked around town together, getting to know each other and sweetly flirting. By the time you had to return home, you had already promised to see him again the next day.
- The two of you shared your first kiss on your fourth date. You’d been sitting together in one of the many alleyways of the city, recounting different stories from your day when you started to notice him looking closely at your face.
- You ignored it for a while, figuring that he was probably distracted by a smudge of dust or paint, something that often found its way onto your face after a long day. It wasn’t until you began to walk home together that you finally learned that there wasn’t anything on your face.
- The two of you were just about to say goodbye when he hesitated for a minute, glancing down at what you finally comprehended was your lips and asking if he could kiss you. Now, how could you say no to that?
- Pda wasn’t exactly very common back then so the two of you keep your affection to yourselves for the most part. Although the newsies are far less worried about public decency and reputations, Specs in particular is trying very hard to be a gentleman for you; at least in public.
- Forehead kisses as he wraps his arms loosely around you, keeping you close to him.
- Never ending pecks on the lips. He’ll keep moving in for another one unless you push him away.
- He’s sort of a geek compared to his fellow newsies; he doesn't do nearly as many crazy stunts as them. Maybe he’s more mature, …or maybe he’s just less coordinated than everyone else.
- Even though he’s a geek, he still does crazy/ridiculous stuff; he just doesn’t do acrobatics while doing so. Locked yourself out of your house? He somehow knows how to pick a lock. Forgot something somewhere? He’ll run all the way back there to get it for you!
- He’s kinda slow in the reflex department; you’ve been his savior more than a few times. You’re probably one of the only reasons his glasses are still intact.
- Specs is generally pretty polite but he is not a morning person at all. Be careful when attempting to wake him up, you may end up snatched and cuddled against your will or aggressively grumbled at.
- All the newsies would absolutely love cuddling with their girls and you cannot convince me otherwise. Some may be more shy than others but they all secretly love it. Specs typically sleeps/rests on his back so he’s pretty fond of the sweetheart cradle.
- He’s not ashamed of the fact that he likes when you baby him but he’ll get extremely embarrassed if anyone somewhat comes close to guessing that he does.
- He may be a little rough around the edges but he always tries to treat you like a lady; at least when he can help it.
- Getting visits while or after he sells his papers.
- He would genuinely wait around for hours just to be able to spend a little time with you. Get off work at seven? Well he gets off at five but he can stand to wait a little. Its worth it, right?
- People are just used to seeing him sitting on a crate outside your workplace, fiddling with whatever he can find to pass the time.
- He has a habit of holding/playing with things when he’s stationary so expect to have your hand occupied quite often.
- Piggyback rides. It may not be proper for a lady such as yourself but frankly, you don't give a damn and neither does he if you don’t.
- Likes bothering you in that playful boyfriend sort of way. You get teased, poked and prodded, especially when the two of you are alone together.
- He’s always got something to say. The two of you could have a full conversation about literally nothing at all.
- He’s happy to let you lean on him. What’s the difference when it’s a cute girl doing it? He’s used to having the other newsies use him as an arm rest so having his adorable girlfriend resting against him is a welcome change.
- I don’t know if it’s just me; but he looks so much better without his ridiculous top hat on?? Thank god he takes it off around you.
- He doesn’t have much; if any, pocket money so you’re not going to have any expensive dates. That being said, he tries to do something nice with what he has.
- Little love letters filled with misspellings and awful grammar. They may not be the most poetic things in the world but you adore them all the same.
- Walking around town together. You may have seen it all a hundred times before but it seems entirely new when you’re with him.
- Cozying up in secluded corners.
- Refers to you as ‘me old lady’ when talking about you to other people. He doesn’t use too many nicknames when talking with you though. He isn’t a big charmer so he isn’t used to the concept. He probably calls you “missy” jokingly but that doesn’t exactly count as a nickname, does it?
- He both follows your orders and disobeys you like you’re his mother. He’s constantly on that line of I will blindly follow you and I will make you make me.
- He may give you a little shit now and again but he’s a ride or die and thats a fact. When it really comes down to it, he has your back no matter what.
- The newsies may not seem like the most sensitive people in the world but Specs is a bit more empathetic than most. He hates seeing people; especially you, all sad or distressed.
- He may not be the greatest at it but he always tries to comfort or cheer you up in any way he can.
- He’s not used to people really caring about him and his wellbeing so it’s always a shock to him when you worry about his safety or try to take care of him.
- You once brought him some food because you were worried he wasn’t eating enough and he nearly cried. You should have seen his face when you handed it to him; it was like you were giving him a hundred bucks.
- Occasionally you’ll sneak him into your house when your parents aren’t home so he can take a warm bath in a tub that he actually fits in and eat a full meal.
- Sometimes the two of you will walk around town together, pretending that you’re both a wealthy couple. You put on posh accents and look through the windows of shops you could never buy from, boasting about how you’ll get this or that and talking about other “rich person” things.
- He saves up money for an entire year just to be able to buy you a Christmas/birthday gift. Either that or he’ll attempt to make you something, usually some kind of newspaper flower.
- How jealous he gets really depends on who it is that he’s meant to be jealous of. If it’s another newsie flirting then he’ll just tell them to get lost but if its someone with more class than him then he feels more threatened. Why would you chose him over some upper class fellow?
- He may act aggressive with the guy but he’s more reserved and feels like he has to take more shit if the fella decides to get smart. He doesn’t want to be put in the refuge for soaking him if his parents take it up with the law.
- Nearly all of the newsies would be protective of their girls and this trait isn’t lost on Specs. He’ll stare down people he doesn't like, keeping you behind him and puffing out his chest whenever they turn up.
- He’s always keeping an eye out for you and lingering around. He usually isn’t too far from your side when he can help it.
- He always stands behind you as you’re sitting down, holding the back of your chair and keeping a close eye on everything that’s going on.
- He’s surprisingly fast on his feet and is an arguably good bullshitter/liar which he used for both good and; occasionally, bad causes. He can’t lie to you very well though; you can always see right through him.
- Most of your fights are pretty trivial so it isn't hard for the two of you to makeup. A lot of the time he’ll just forget that you were fighting or what you were fighting about and continue on like nothing happened or admit that he doesn’t even know what you’re supposed to be bickering about.
- You get a ‘love ya’ every time you’re saying goodbye or whenever he just feels the need to say it.
- The two of you will undoubtedly be pretty nervous when introducing him to your parents. The look on his face when you and your father first laid eyes on each other should be framed.
- He’s genuinely ready to spend the rest of his life with you. He’s one of the older newsies too so marriage might be just around the corner; if your folks will allow it.
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One Ride Home (#7, School Anthology)
“I can’t believe you’re in college now,” you told Namjoon as you slowly ran your fingers on his new car. “I can’t wait to graduate so I can do more things and get my own car too.”
“You’re graduating this school year, right? It may seem far but it’s not. Really,” Namjoon replied with a grin, revealing the breathtaking dimples on both of his cheeks.
You suddenly noticed that a lot of your schoolmates were looking at you two and some weren’t even trying to hide it. You just shrugged them off; it’s not a big deal. You’re with the only Kim Namjoon: a man with a whooping 148 for his IQ and the one who ranked first in all of Seoul National University’s entrance exam-takers. Everybody knows him, and you must be prepared for looks and whispers as his friend.
“He’s gotten cooler after he went to college,” one girl who passed by loudly whispered to her friend who kept staring at Namjoon.
“Let’s go,” you said as you opened the door of the passenger seat. All you want to do is to get out of there and save the both of you from the awkward situation. He just followed you into the car without saying anything.
“Ah, you finally had the time to pick me up. Aren’t you glad to see your alma mater again?”
“Eh, it’s alright. Nothing much to see. I wouldn’t go if it weren’t for you or for something that would require me to.”
Namjoon turned the radio on and started driving. A mellow American pop song was playing since the sun is starting to set. His answer didn’t really surprise you because he wasn’t really friendly even though a lot of people knew him. It’s hard to get through his barriers.
“So, how’s college? You’re so busy that we haven’t seen each other in months,” you said, taking a glance at him.
“It’s not as hard as you think.”
“Lies. You’re just saying that so I wouldn’t get scared.”
Namjoon laughed. “Sorry,” he replied. “You should try getting into SNU too so we can see each other more often.”
“I’ll try.” You sighed. “How about girls? Hookups? I’ve heard that there are more chances of getting laid in college.
Namjoon just giggled and shook his head lightly. Your eyes landed on his dimples and then his nicely protruded adam’s apple, making your heart unexpectedly beat faster. It’s been a while since he made you feel this way. You missed it, so much.
You suddenly met a line of cars due to a traffic light nearby. Without saying anything, Namjoon started to search his pockets. “Hey, can you open the glove compartment? I can't find my wallet.”
Doing as he said, you opened his glove compartment—to see a box of condoms. And then his wallet which you actually forgot as soon as you read the word “Durex.” Meanwhile, Namjoon awkwardly picked his wallet up behind the box.
“Kim Namjoon. Your in debt to me,” you said, laughing to make the situation a little less awkward.
“H-huh?”
“Uh, stories?”
Namjoon was obviously speechless and you’re loving it. Your hearts beating a little bit faster and your pussy’s starting to get wet. You know to yourself that you’re dangerous and unstoppable when you’re angry, drunk and horny.
The traffic light turned green and he started to drive again.
You opened the compartment once again and picked the box up. He was obviously startled but he didn’t say anything nor stopped you. His condoms were the ones with the little dots on it.
“I’ve always wanted to try these,” you said without thinking. The two of you were shocked, but you couldn’t care less at this point.
“W-why?” He asked awkwardly. He seemed to be losing his mind as well.
“Jimin and I never used a condom.”
“O-Oh, I never tried it without one.”
“Should we try it then?”
He eyes gradually widened and looked at you. Even if he wasn’t saying anything, his gaze were screaming “yes.”
“Uhm…”
“My parents won’t come home until the day after.”
“Shall we?”
You unknowingly bit your lip as soon as you heard him. Just in time, he took a the last right turn and saw your house immediately. He pulled the brakes up with much force that you thought it was going to break. Without saying anything, you opened the door and picked your things up along with the box. You ran to the door and opened it while he ran after you as soon as he locked his car.
As soon as Namjoon slammed the door shut, you started to slowly unbutton your top, revealing your tempting cleavage. He started to walk towards you while licking his lips. He then leaned towards you, kissing you on the lips. Slowly, the both of you opened your mouths and letting your tongues fight one another. You held his hand and then placed it inside your bra. He lifted his other hand and started to massage both breasts. As you felt your nipples harden, you unzipped your skirt. It dropped on the floor, revealing your black underwear.
Namjoon unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts. “Shit,” he uttered.
You knelt to the ground and started to unzip Namjoon's jeans. As Namjoon started to unbutton his shirt, he suddenly lost his balance and fell on the sofa. His legs seemed to have lost all its strength because of everything that's happening.
As it got harder, Namjoon's cock portruted more and more from his underwear. It was bigger than you imagined.
You gently stroked his cock, making him moan a little. He bit his lip; it was obvious that he was controlling himself from making any noises. But you love to bring out the best in people, and he knows that.
You finally removed his underwear, revealing his angry cock. No time was wasted as you immediately put it in your mouth. You made sure that your nipples touched his inner thighs as you moved your head up and down.
"Oh, fuck," Namjoon said, holding you by your hair. You moved your head faster and stuck your tongue onto his cock tighter. He pulled himself out which made a combined fluid of his pre-cum and your saliva freely flow out of your mouth. It's all on his cock and the sofa.
"You liked it?" You asked while standing up.
"I almost lost my fucking mind," he replied as he removed your underwear.
Namjoon gently pulled you to the sofa while he stood up. He dove in and started to kiss and lick your inner thighs until he reached your wet pussy. His tongue started to circle around clit, making all the muscles in your body tense up.
"Mmm," you whispered and rested your head at the throw pillow behind you. Next up was your opening. He grabbed your tits as he was doing his thing on your pussy. You could barely catch your breath. He suddenly stopped and joined you on the sofa. Your eyes met, making you guys smile at each other. "I thought I was going to squirt on you."
He smirked. "So you're a squirter."
"I might be the strongest one you'll ever know."
Namjoon just giggled and placed your legs on his shoulders. He pointed his cock on the opening of your pussy and inserted the head slowly.
"Oh my God," you whispered.
"Does it feel good?" He asked, looking you straight in the eyes. You just nodded.
Namjoon held onto your thighs and started to thrust deeper and deeper. Before you even knew it, he was fully inside you. You can feel his cock completely in you, especially the head. He started to push and pull gently. "God, you're so tight."
You started to play with his nipples as he started to rock harder and harder. He moved his hands to your tits to play with you nipples as well. The more he pounded you, the more your pussy salivated.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You yelled with eyes shut tight. "Harder! Harder!" You held onto his arms as he continued to fill you up.
He suddenly came out. "Holy shit. It's slippery as fuck."
You suddenly stood up. "I'm about to squirt. Quick, sit up straight!" And so he did.
You sat on Namjoon, your back facing him. You immediately inserted his cock into your pussy, making your eyes roll in pleasure. This position is your hidden card; it never fails to make you squirt or cum. Every guy who experienced this with you always asked for a second time.
The two of you only realized now that there was a full-sized mirror facing you, allowing you guys to see the full action in 3rd person. Your eyes suddenly met through this mirror.
Namjoon suddenly grabbed your face by the chin and kissed you. "Had I known you were this tasty, I would've not wasted any time and asked you." You just smiled and patted his cheek.
You started to move your body up and down, making his cock slide freely inside you. Namjoon's hips started to jive with you as his hands grabbed your tits and moved his index fingers around your nipples in a circling motion. The rocking of his body gradually became faster and faster. Your jaw dropped and you can't even say anything anymore. Your eyes couldn't stop rolling either.
You spread your legs even wider as he pounded you even stronger. You started to touch your clit with your middle finger and play with it. "Mmm fuck! Fuck! Oh God, fuck!" You yelled.
Namjoon pounded on you deeper as soon as he saw you strum your clit with four fingers. "God, God, God. Oh, fuck!"
You quickly removed his cock from your pussy and it finally came: the big squirt.
Just in time, his cum exploded on your tummy. He held you tightly as your whole body shook wildly still.
Gradually, your senses calmed down. You stayed rested on Namjoon's body. The two of you could hear nothing, only your panting.
"This is gonna happen again, right?" Namjoon whispered to your ear.
"This HAS to happen again," you replied.
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Betrothed Ch. 6 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader
Chapter 6: Bold
Summary: Two pretty unusual family meetings, but one of them lacks a happy end.
Warnings: Angst, Family Drama.
Words: ~4300
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A/N: Tumblr accidentally posted the unfinished draft a few days ago. Sorry for the confusion! As a treat, you get a very long chapter! (:
Before you were married, Illumi was rarely at home.
He had no one to come home to anyway, let alone someone who cared.
Anyway, this was only one of many things you had changed.
These times, whenever he left, it was only for a good reason like missions, training or caring for his siblings. Sometimes family conferences you were allowed to attend as well, yet not to talk.
Whenever he got home, it felt so cozy and peaceful.
Like he was welcomned and safe here - unlike anything he knew before.
Your home would always smell like scented candles, the many flowers you had planted at the balconry, and whatever you were cooking at the time.
It was very lovely and kinda cheesily decorated by now. Most of the things were stuff you asked Illumi to bring home from his missions, but lately he got you anything he thought you'd like.
Of course you were grateful for everything. It meant he took the time and actually think about what you'd appreciate!
Occasionally, you’d bring home injured animals you found in the forrest surrounding Kurokoo mountain. Sometimes your husband reluctantly assisted you, even though he found kindness futile - he just couldn’t say no to your begging eyes, so be it.
From you, he got love and care in return for his efforts. But a wild animal? Well, if he thought about it, he consdiered himself lacking a real consciousness just as much as the pets you kept.
One day, he’ll understand why people help each other without wanting something back - you promised him. Even though he always emphasized that saving such small lives won’t redeem him anyway.
Yes, the weight of his sins was sure massive - especially now that it all broke down on him, suffering under his newfound sympathy.
You swiped through your phone, adoring all the photos you persuaded him to take together.
It filled your heart with joy to notice every small change he underwent:
He'd run himself a bath from time to time, buy sweets or other things to try out, and spent his free time reading or wandering the estate's forrest instead of thoughtlessly staring into the void.
And for the more nasty things, well...let’s just say Illumi is a quick learner. And you were glad that he began taking the initiative and try out things he may enjoy.
Your husband was more and more developing a personality.
"She's so pretty!"
"Yeah, right?" you proudly commanded the owl to come back, and she immediately landed on your lap. "Her name is Luna."
“She was a gift from big bro Illumi, right?” Your familiar had grown strong very fast, yet it's claws never hurt you. Sometimes you almost forgot that Luna was a dangerous animal rather than a cuddly pet. “Yes, she is!”
"Maybe we can play in the forrest some day. I just need some time to convince your parents."
Alluka was sitting on a chair next to you, cheerfully petting the patient bird. "Thanks, big sis!"
Illumi's little sister was probably the only normal person in this building. No nen, no assassin training either, and a loving nature.
If only there wasn't-
"Y/N!" Oh no. Your husband was back earlier than you expected. "Did you bail her out again?!"
"Big bro!" the little girl cheered, jumping down the stair and wobbling to his direction.
There was not the slightest hint of hate inside of her. Even though she was alone all the time, she was blissfully unaware about her own family resenting her.
"Illumi!" That was the first time you actually raised your voice against him. "Take.down.the. needle. Right now!"
You kept Alluka from getting closer to Illumi, defendingly wrapping your arms around her.
God knows what he'd do...
"Then get that thing out of my face."
Actually, you didn't want to fight in front of a child, but Alluka needed constant superveilance . "How can you be so cruel? She's your sister!"
"Did you make a wish?"
"Of course not! I used my nen to get her out unnoticed, so she could spent some time like a normal child. I would've brought her back tonight. That's all, really! I promise!"
Suddenly, you felt a foreign, powerful aura under your palms.
Damn it.
You forgot her last wish was a hug, which was exactly what you gave her right now.
"Aye."
"That's enough." Illumi already had his needles prepared, infusing them with nen. "I'll end this right here."
You knew he didn't mean it like this. He was afraid of Nanika's powers, and even if this wouldn't end in a disaster, his parents would punish you for your reckless actions.
"Nanika?"
The girl answered, her blackened orbs obediantly glaring at you. "Aye?"
"Y/N" Illumi almost growled, still hesistant. "Know your place."
"Give Illumi a hug."
Baffled, Illumi's needles disappeared into thin air. The girl didn't even reach up to the tall man's thorso, rather embracing one of his legs.
She was so small and weak and fragile - and for the first time, Illumi was able to acknowledge the affection his sister felt for him.
"See?" you calmly explained, now hugging him as well. "Nanika is not evil. Only the people's wish are."
"...she's all alone" he spoke to himself, trying to at least logically understand the situation. "Just like you when I'm gone."
He didn't get it.
Hard enough to understand why you were caring so much about him, but Alluka? The sibling he always despised, insulted, abused, and locked away?
There were still so many things he didn't know yet.
"Well, if it's only the two of you, and I'm supervising..." he mumbled, kneeling down to the girl's height, "Then I guess I can promise you a few liberties."
Alluka's face and aura were back to normal, her glimmering eyes blinking happily at her brother, who was absentmindedly petting her hair.
"Great!" You clasped your hands together, disappearing in the kitchen. "Let's make a hot chocolate for you guys!"
Quickly, you reappeared to the two sitting on the sofa with an awkard distance, until you wrapped them in a blanket.
Illumi sat in middle of you two, deeply buried in thought while you and Alluka were watching TV until she fell asleep.
"I'll bring her back now" you whispered softly, but Illumi already cradled the snoring girl into his arms. "No. I will."
For a second, you were taken aback, unsure about his intentions - but you wanted to believe in him, so you stayed quiet about your apprehensions.
"She's cute, right?" you noticed as Illumi got a strand of hair out of her face. He held her with such great care and insecurity, it was a truly cute sight.
"Dunno. I know the definition of cute, but I don't think I really understand it."
"You are cute, for example." Placing a wet kiss on his cheek, you waved him goodbye as he walled out the door - but in the frame, he stopped.
"You're changing so many things at once."
"For better or worse?"
Illumi wouldn't turn around to look at you, instead watching Alluka's soundly sleeping face.
"I don't know. We'll see."
When Illumi took longer than expected, panic began to rise inside of you.
Did his parents find out? Due to your powers this should basically be impossible, but still-
"Alluka wanted me to stay and play with her" Illumi's voice appeared behind your back, making you jump a little.
So that's why he took so long.
"Was it fun?"
"I'm not a good brother" he murmured, "Not to her or any of them."
He remembered the time he got Kalluto a kimono you picked out for him, as a gift.
“You’ve changed” the boy said back then, and the confusion in his eyes made Illumi painfully aware that the child was close to become just as inhuman as he was.
And he was the one who teached his siblings to be that way.
Your husband sat on the edge of the bed, with you already laying inside. He buried his face into his hands, seemingly distressed.
Yes, it was fun. Even though he didn't know how to properly entertain a child, Alluka seemed to enjoy her brother's attention inconditionally - just like you did.
Was that love?
"You just tried to protect your family, Lumi" you cooed, massaging his tensed shoulders.
"What about yours?" he suddenly asked, turning to you with a stony expression.
"I, uh-"
"Do you miss them?" Seems like he was afraid to lose you.
You tugged on his arm until he'd finally let himself fall into the bed, and you put an arm and leg around him, effectively trapping him into your hold.
"Of course I do. But this is my home now."
"And they're nice people?" he wondered, since your parents were assassins too.
He laid his head onto your chest, trying for your heartbeat to lull him to sleep.
"They are...special. Strict but loving. I think all parents fuck up their children somehow. But I still love them."
Both of you had already closed your eyes, his cold skin feeling refreshing on your warm one.
"Then let's meet them" Illumi suggested as his hand ran across your bodyline, before he stopped himself with a tender kiss on your skin.
"I want to know what other families are like."
Only a week later, you were allowed to leave the Zoldyck estate for the first time. Wether it was because of Illumi’s curiosity or maybe that he knew you missed your family, it didn’t matter.
Two different worlds.
Your family was living in the midst of the small town, loved by the inhabitants. Being honorable head hunters who mainly killed wanted criminals and acting as protectors of the city, you had kind of a reputation.
So it was no wonder everyone you saw greeted you with great respect, yet also as if you were never gone.
That was what a real home must feel like, Illumi thought as he watched you casually talk to anyone who recognized you while both of you wandered the main street.
“They sure think highly of you” he deducted out loud, seeing how anyone was smiling and cheering at you.
“Well...” Flustered, you rubbed the back of your head as you kept on walking, “I’ve grown up in between those people. Of course they know me! That’s all.”
“Mhh” he murmured, still eyeing everyone quite suspecting. This was your first day outisde the manor, and your husband would be damned if something would happen to you.
“There it is!” Already running ahead, you pointed at the tallest building of the town - your birthplace.
“Y/N Y/L/N” a familiar voice behind you spoke, trying way too hard to keep a straight face.
Turning around, you saw all of your siblings gathered at one spot. Of course you knew they had followed you this whole time, due to your nen - but it was still a pleasant surprise. “You guys!”
Giving each one of them a wholeheartedly hug, you immediately began to chatter about all kinds of things. You haven’t seen each other for a while, and you wanted to know everything.
“Better tell me next time” Illumi abruptly cut you off, and only now you realized the needles in between his fingers. “I almost killed them.”
Oh. So he noticed them too.
Well, your family had it worse, so they just laughed it off.
“So this is your husband, huh?” They didn’t dare speak his name - the family was too infamous, and not in a positive way. it wouldn’t really gain you the good kind of attention. “I thought you’d be more...intimidating.”
All of your siblings got way too close to Illumi, aving hands in front of his face and eyeing his appearance, at least trying to make the stoic man react in any way.
“Nice to meet you!” One of your brothers offered his hand for your husband to shake, yet Illumi decided on staring him down instead.
“Pleasure is all mine” he retorted in his robotic way, sounding way too fake for anyone to buy it.
At least they were not afraid of him. Your husband was very talented in hiding his bloodlust, after all - even though it was constantly there, not even a skilled nen user would notice.
“Mother and father are awaiting you at the usual spot.” Your brother’s voice was more serious now that he had assessed the situation.
It was clear from the very first moment that they didn’t only come to greet you - their main goal was the eldest Zoldyck.
“Seems like he’s now our leader” you pondered as all of them dispersed into different directions.
Things had changed. Of course they did.
Back then, you declined your fate of becoming the clan-leader, even though it had been the centre of all your ambitions up until now.
Meeting Illumi made you question anything you expected from life.
You didn’t even know why: What would it matter if you left an assassin family just to join another one?
Even your youngest sister was different. You could feel her steady aura, meaning she had completed her training.
The situation made you both nostalgic and anxious.
“Do you regret it?” Illumi’s blank stare turned to your form, black orbs interrogating you. He knew you were meant to be a leader, yet you gave up on that dream and had laid down all your independency.
“Not really.” Shrugging, you quickly linked arms with your husband, leading him to the secret entrance of the headquarters. It was sealed with nen, just like back then.
At leas that didn’t change, and so you’d soon find yourself in the middle of the hall where you’d plan all of the operations back then.
“You’re home.” That solemn tone was fitting for your father: Hard to detect his emotions, but easy to understand. “Welcome home.”
Illumi took a few steps back, almost withdrawing into a dark corner of the room as if he wanted to disappear from this earth. He was more likely to be a mere bystander or observer than to be in social situations.
“My little angel of death!” your mother almost cried out, both incredibly happy and sorrowful. “You’ve returned to us!”
“And that handsome young man over there?” After she was done smothering your face in kisses, she directed her welcoming nature to Illumi was well. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Take a seat!”
That’s right. She’s never seen him before. He was here exactly once to propose in front of your father - god knows how he even got inside. Obviously it wasn’t really a big deal to him.
Your family was so insignificant compared to his heritage - not that it mattered to you, it was just an observation.
“When we heared your wish to bid our humble fort a visit, we were greatly honored” your father declared as all of you sat down at the great, round table. Now everyone was there: Siblings, uncles and aunts, even your grandparents and great-grandparents. “And we are glad of your safe arrival.”
Illumi didn’t really seem to be impressed, being able to silence the room with a single gesture of his hand. “Don’t go out of your way. I am here because Y/N wished to see you.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his polite manner, even though he wasn’t very talkative. Trying to get a hold of his hand under the table, you’d spend the day just like that.
Hours just flew by as your family held a great dinner to honor ‘the happy couple’, with Illumi absorbing every little detail like a dry sponge: Daily conversations about irrelevant topics, tales about the past and especially the childhood.
He even managed to show a lopsided smile when he realized something made you particulary happy.
Yet everytime someone of your family tried to get close to you, all of you noticed how tense he became.
Of course he was very possessive, and didn’t want to share you with anyone. But it was so damn sweet that he at least tried to get himself together...
“I’ll be waiting outisde. Might give the town a visit.” Even through all of your objections, your husband was gone faster than any of you could comprehend. “Take all the time you need.”
“He’s amazing” you thought to yourself, not noticing how much you were trembling due to your excitement. Being here together with him was such a huge progress, and he was doing so damn great.
“Y/N?” Your father was the first one to take the word, clearing his throat before continuing. “Now that we’re alone...”
Of course he knew they weren’t. Illumi was supervisioning everything somehow. But they waited for so long, and needed to let it out.
It was ‘speak now or stay silent forever’.
“Tell us about life with the Zoldycks.” Your sister once again let her hand run up and down your arm, and you realized this wasn’t just loving closeness - they were searching for injuries. “Are they harsh on you?”
“His family is pretty crazy, but it’s nothing wild, really. I manage” you stated, pulling away from the touch of your siblings.
All of the eyes were on you now, dropping the act. Everything left was sympathy and...guilt?
“So...what’s your point?” You didn’t know why, but their glares made you furious somehow. Maybe because you knew what they were hinting at. “Just speak your mind.”
“Y/N, dear...” Now your mother was the one taking the initiative, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. “We’re so, so sorry! You need to understand why we did this, okay?”
“Did what?” When they didn’t respond, you repeated the question with a much weaker, almost broken voice. “Did...what?!”
“Isn’t it obvious?” your brother now spoke, almost disgusted by what he was about to say. “Giving you away to this...freak.”
“Huh?”
Your mother now clung to you, as if you were about to disappear if she was to ever let go. “There was no other choice!” she exclaimed, while your father dramatically swung his balled fist on the table. “The Zoldycks are dangerous! We knew your fate was sealed when he came asking for your hand in marriage...”
“Of course we despise that sick weirdo. Who would wish for their child to be with someone like him?!” your father continued, his explanation wrenching your heart dry. “But if we hadn’t complied, they would’ve taken you by force. You know they would’ve killed all of us. It was to protect the family, so we had to give you up! My sweet, sweet child-”
“-shut up” you whispered as you felt tears burning in your eyes.
“It’s okay, Y/N” your sister was trying to wipe them away, letting her thumb run over your cheek. “We’ve grown stong now, Y/N! You don’t need to protect us anymore, we’re-”
“You still don’t stand any chance against them.” You got up from your chair, slamming your palms on the table. “But that’s not the point!”
“What did that monster do to you?”
“Oh, he? Nothing!” you now screamed, slamming a plate to the ground to release some of the built-up tension. “In opposite to you, who abandoned their daughter to save their own skin!”
You didn’t know. How could you have missed that fact? Those people weren’t glad you married him, they just weren’t honest with you.
And they were selfish - for all they cared, they would’ve given you away to die if Illumi had been that way.
“My husband-” you choked on a sob, feeling as if the love you felt for Illumi was crushing you, keeping you from breathing freely. “He’s been here with you, wanting to understand what a normal family is like. But only now I realize this one is just as fucked up!”
“Don’t say something like tha-”
“I’m not done!” Suddenly, an outburst of your aura shook the whole room. “Illumi is a kind and confused person. He was benevolent with you, against all of his teachings. And you are talking behind his back? How cowardly of you. I thought we were a family of proud warriors!”
All of them were looking at each other, nodding in unity as they all thought the same.
“Illumi Zoldyck is probably the most dangerous of them all. Maybe not the strongest, but the most mad of them all.” You grid your teeth, almost snarling at your grandfather’s words. “Don’t fool yourself, Y/N. Love is a foreign concept for him. The word has spread across the whole continent: Even his own family, those bloodthirsty monsters fear that young man!”
“You don’t know him like I do.” Turning around, you prepared to leave - but your siblings blocked the way. “As if I’d listen to the opinions of people who gave me away just like that.”
“Listen to us, Y/N. Maybe you can free yourself. He might’ve placed a needle-”
“That’s enough.”
Your eyes widened in wonder. How did Illumi get back in without any of you noticing?
Yet here he was, and his aura had turned purple, stained with black from all the disappointment, hurt and anger he miraculously contained without breaking down.
“I think Y/N is tired and wants to leave.” His voice was as unaffected as always, yet one look of him was enough to make your siblings freeze in terror.
“You’re Y/N’s family, so I won’t kill you” your husband declared in an absentminded tone, grabbing your wrist and turning towards the exit without anyone daring an attempt to stop him. Just after he shoved you out of the door, Illumi would turn around one last time - a threatening ember sparkling in his eyes.
“But consider this a warning: Y/N belongs to me.”
“Why?” your father asked with an almost begging undertone. “Why did it have to be Y/N?”
“Because your child is important to me.”
Illumi had carried you all the way out of the town, only getting to a hold when you were at a mountain far enough away. Not that your family would follow you anyway.
After being done crying to your heart’s extend, your husband let you down in the slightly wet grass, and you were able to see the dim lights of the city far away at the horizon.
“We’ve played here very often” you sniffled, trying to get a hold of yourself. “My siblings and I.”
“Ah.”
You appreciated moments like these. Illumi was a very good listener, even though you weren’t even sure that he actually cared about what you were saying.
It just felt good to have him near when you were sad.
“I’m so terribly sorry, Lumi...they shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay.” No, it wasn’t You knew he tried to hard to be the best version of himself today, to try and respect boundaries and to trust people, and yet- “I am aware I’m a repulsive person.”
“Not to me.” Gently stoking his face, you could feel him rubbing his cheek on your palm in return.
“That’s enough for me.”
For a while, you just sat there, enjoying your closeness and the absence of anyone else in silence.
“So this is what family is like” Illumi cut through the nature’s sounds, “They protect you. And they only want your best.”
“They only ever thought of themselves.” You pulled your knees onto your chest, burying your face in them.
“I refuse to believe that.” Your husband wanted to pat your back, but decided against it just at the last second. “They seemed to be in great pain because of their actions. Can’t this only be because they cared about you?”
He was right, of course. The man with the heart of stone was great at knowing other people’s feelings, apparently. What an irony.
But you were too angry at that moment to listen to his rational explanation. That was only human, too.
“You know, when I was a child, my parents-”
“Please.” You wanted him to stop right there and now. “Don’t elaborate.”
Every time Illumi would complete a story about his childhood, it usually ended up with you having a crying fit. Then he was the one having to console you instead of the other way around, and it made you only feel guilty.
Of course you were happy that he’d finally open up a little, but...no. Just not now.
“You defended me” he changed the topic, quietly adding “Even though they were right...”
“That’s only natural. You’re my husband.”
Back then, you didn’t know Illumi’s intentions when he asked you to become his. But truth was, you didn’t regret it - not even for a second.
Illumi on the other hand was as overwhelmed as always.
“I was afraid you’d stay with them.” His voice sounded impassive, yet you knew him better than that. “But now-”
Listening to you passionately defending your husband’s honor was satisfying, obviously - yet knowing you broke with your family left a foul aftertaste in his mind.
No one ever stood up for him like that.
What a day.
His mind was racing, still trying to catch up with everything that had happened today: You did all of that, no - gave up so many things, just because of him.
His entire life was going one set and predetermined way, revolving around his family. Yet meeting you had changed both of your fates in a completely different direction.
And this meant he now had to learn with the consequences of actions he did out of his own, free will.
What for? And was it good or bad?
Now that he was with you, he had liberties. Choices. But freedom felt wrong and made him feel...scared? Not even he could decipher his emotions very well.
All that was clear from now on that - to a certain extend - you were free to draft your own ways - and together, it didn’t seem all that bad for him.
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Hate on me [Sam Winchester x Reader] - Requested 16+
Title: Hate on me
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word count: 3.2k
Published: 18 July, 2020
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Warning: Swearing, Intimate scenes (16+)
Notes: I got this little one requested by an Anon reader of mine. As requested it's a bit smutty, but I did not specify the exact act, so I would say anyone 14+ can read it. I love smut, however I like to write for all ages and if I wrote an actual smut, it would not be available for underage readers. Maybe in the future I will write, but for now, I hope this will be enough.
Summary: You have been having rather explicit dreams about Sam, confusing your already hateful relationship. But then things turn south when you lose it and the closest place to solve things is your bedroom.
Request: [x]
May I request a smutty Sam x reader where they despise each other but frequently have wet dreams about one another and Dean knows and is always like “Yeah, you ToTaLlY hate him/her. I hear you moaning his/her name in your sleep, bitch.” Please. Also...I love Love LOVE your work! - Anonymous
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Sam Winchester was your worst nightmare. Even the thought of being under the same roof with him was making you agitated. Unfortunately for you, you both lived in the bunker and tried to stop yourselves from killing each other daily.
Whatever what you have done, it was always wrong. You left a can of beer on the kitchen table? Two minutes later he was banging on your door furiously, giving you a lesson on how to clean up after yourself.
Did you decide to sit down on the couch and relax after a big hunt? He appeared out of nowhere to tell you off for being lazy and unproductive.
If you have forgotten to do your shopping, he was on your case about it for a whole week, if not more, for being irresponsible and forgetful. Then he would go onto how he could never trust you on a hunt when you are clearly unable to do a simple supply run.
You were more than fed up with him.
You hated the way he he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, whilst he bit into his bottom lip, trying to concentrate even more. You hated the way he rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed scoff when Dean was being his usual idiotic self. You despised the cologne he used as you were having trouble getting his scent out of your nostrils.
His mere presence annoyed you.
You were beyond confused. You hated everything about him, but most of all, your dreams that you had of him more and more frequently. You could recall them so clearly as if they happened in reality. His harsh fingers running through your side, down to your hips, squeezing them firmly. His hands playing with the hem of your shirt as they eagerly caressed your stomach. The way his plump lips sucked on that particularly sensitive spot on your neck, making you moan his name, pulling him closer to you as if you were unable to breath without him.
Waking up in a pool of sweat whether it be in your room or the couch of the living room, irritated you to no end. You didn't want to have these dreams, you didn't even want to think about Sam. He was your worst nightmare both in your dreams and in reality.
You despised him!
You hated him!
His mere existence irritated you.
You didn't want to think of him in any way, let alone sexually. But you were endlessly struggling against your own mind. The worst part wasn't even the dreams anymore, but the fact that you felt like losing control around him. Every time you had a fight, your dreams appeared unexpectedly in your mind, forcing you to wander onto paths that you wished to never walk.
Just like this time.
He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, right in front of you, harshly gesturing as if it helped him to make you understand how important of a task you have been given.
"I have told you the ingredients for the spell. I have written them down for you. I have repeated it on numerous occasions to get it into that stupid little head of yours." Sam raised his voice in agitation, running his fingers through his rich, soft hair. Your eyes involuntarily followed his movements, before you realised how obviously you have been staring at him. "Still, you forgot the only ingredient which we needed the most." He scoffed as he shook his head.
"So I forgot. I can go back and buy it. It's not the end of the world, Sam." You tried to save the situation, but once again your eyes didn't concentrate on him, but his tongue running across his lips.
"That's not the point. I have clearly asked you to do something simple and you are incapable of doing it. I just can't get it through my mind how you can be so useless." He threw his arms in the air in frustration and this time it was your turn to get pissed off.
"Useless? Now listen, Winchester. If you have a go at me for forgetting something, that's fine. Although I think you have forgotten things in the past too, Mr. Perfect. But I will not let you insult me." You stepped closer to him, your chest almost touching his, your eyes looking firmly into his green orbs. You cursed him for wearing that stupid, sweet, but woody cologne of his, which you were unable to forget. You composed yourself quickly and continued. "I will not stand here and listen to you trying to bring me down for such a small mistake. If you don't like that I forgot something then go and fucking get it yourself." You hissed in anger, before you span around and headed to your room. Or that was the plan, before Sam got hold of your wrist. You could feel his strong hold, making you wonder if he would be that dominant in bed as well, before you forced yourself to let those silly thoughts go.
"I'm not finished." He scoffed in frustration.
"I don't care. You can have a conversation with yourself as far as I'm concerned." You spit in anger and pulled your arm out of his grip to head to your room.
Instead, however you saw Dean sitting in the hall, legs up on the table, laptop on his lap, watching some old movies. You dropped yourself into one of the chairs across the table and huffed in annoyance. Sam was officially your worst nightmare.
"Let me guess. You fought again." Dean spoke in a bored tone, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"Of course we did. It's like he has something against me. Whatever I do is always wrong. Why does he feel the need to attack me for anything I do?" You asked desperately, but he just smiled, before he closed down the lid of his laptop.
"Why do you feel the need to always have a go at him?" He asked with a mischievous look.
"What?" You asked dumbfounded.
"You think it's only him? Oh, please. I clearly remember you starting a fight when he left his laundry in the washing machine for 5 minutes longer or when he wanted to help you carrying the groceries down to the kitchen, but instead you gave him a lecture. You two are constantly fighting over stupid little things. It's not you starting, it's not Sam starting. You are doing it at the same time and honestly, I have a feeling, that deep down both of you enjoy it like some kind of a kink." He chuckled playfully as if he had said the smartest thing.
"That's bullshit. I hate your brother. I despise his mere presence." You argued as you shot up from your seat. He pursed his lips and raised his brows while a cheeky grin appeared across his face as if he knew something you didn't.
"Yeah, totally. The way you keep moaning his name in your sleep tells me otherwise though." He let out a wholehearted laughter, making you turn crimson red.
"What... how..." You tried to talk, but you weren't sure what you wanted to ask.
"I can hear things, you know?" He chuckled. "But hey, I am not judging. Whatever makes you feel good." He shrugged with a cheeky grin, before he stood up from his seat and left you to your thoughts. You hid your face in your palm, your ears still burning from his embarrassing words. Were you really attracted to Sam? You wanted to believe it was just frustration and nothing else. But your dreams... your dreams were telling you something completely different.
All three of you were sitting in the kitchen, munching on your dinner in complete silence. It was rather awkward and you wanted nothing, but to finish your food and run away.
Luckily the awkward silence didn't last long. You could hear the metallic door of the bunker open and close loudly, before the angel in his usual trench coat appeared in the entrance of the kitchen.
"Castiel!" You exclaimed happily and ran over to him to give him a hug. He returned it with a warm smile. "I missed you. You have been gone for quite a while." You spoke happily, but your smile quickly disappeared as you heard an annoyed scoff. You span around to look at Sam with a deadly expression across your face. "Do you have something to say?" You asked, arms crossed in front of your chest.
"Nope." He shrugged and shook his head, filling his mouth with another fork full of his food.
"I thought so too." You stated, before you turned back to your favourite angel.
"Excuse me?" Sam shot up from his seat, clearly agitated.
"You are excused. Now, if you don't mind I am having a conversation and you are rudely interrupting." You spit in anger, barely turning your head to see him.
"You started it. I didn't even say anything." Sam continued.
"You scoffed." You shrugged your shoulders as if you have already concluded this conversation.
"I can't even let out a noise without you trying to make it out to be the start of an argument?" He questioned you with an eye roll.
"No, you can't. Whenever I do something, you scoff at me, you start huffing and puffing like a child or you growl at me for no reason whatsoever. It's like, everything I do is plain wrong." You argued this time, trying to make him understand your point as you stepped closer. You tried to turn around to ask Dean and Cas to give you a minute to talk, but they were nowhere to be found anymore.
"Oh really? Even when I offered to help, you just shrugged it off and started an argument about how you are more than capable of doing things on your own. Can you just say, 'No, thank you' for once, instead of starting a fight?" He raised his voice.
"I wouldn't have to start a fight if I didn't feel like you are never happy with what I do." You confessed, but you sounded irritated.
"I wouldn't start an argument if you finally just accepted that I never wanted to argue in the first place. It's like even when I'm nice, even when I'm rude, you are just not happy with anything. When I sent you to get the ingredients for the spell, I simply asked you if you forgot the lamb blood, because I couldn't find it. I didn't attack you or argue with you. I just asked a question." He stood in front of you, towering over your body, his breath fanning your face. His presence made your head fuzzy and you needed extra energy to collect your thoughts or even to hear his words. "But then you got upset and I didn't know what to do and by the time you started throwing words at me, I was beyond pissed off and thought if you can insult me, so can I." He threw his arms in the air as he was showing you that he was giving up. He was right though. Now that you thought about it, you were frustrated with him because of your dreams. You thought if you hate on each other, it would be easier to ignore how much your dreams made you crave for him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Look, I am tired of fighting." He started this time in a clam tone. "If we can't live together, at least let's try to ignore each other."
Your eyes widened, your brows ran high. You weren't sure if he meant that, but you were certain that you didn't want to be any farther from him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook your head. "I don't want that." You whispered before you attached your lips to his forcefully. For a second he was frozen and you started to realise what you have done might have been a very stupid idea. But you didn't have to think for long before his lips returned your kisses and pushed your back against the edge of the kitchen counter.
His kiss was rough and aggressive. It wasn't something you expected, but enjoyed more than you thought you would. He licked across your lower lip, making you moan, letting his tongue enter your mouth to pleasure yours. However instead of letting him dominate, you fought against him, whilst running your fingers through his soft locks, tugging on its ends firmly, forcing a growling sound to leave his lungs.
His hands wondered down your side, gently caressing your waist before, going lower and firmly grabbing your hips to pull you closer. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of his sweatpants, making you moan at the thought of him filling you up.
His lips wondered down to your neck line, sucking hard on your sweet spot, forcing you to breathe out his name in pleasure. He grabbed your thighs and forced you to jump, as he pulled your legs around his waist. He attached his lips to yours once again and you voluntarily locked your arms around his neck to support a part of your weight. He firmly squeezed your butt, before he decided to move towards your bedroom, not wanting anyone to interrupt you. He didn't leave your mouth for a second, whilst he walked to your door.
With one hand he kept your weight around him, with the other he turned the doorknob to your room, before kicking it in harshly and shutting it behind himself. He shoved your back against the closed door, making you wince at the hard impact, but quickly made you forget about it as he pushed his groin further between your legs, leaving your lips agape. You heaved a deep sigh as you felt his growing bulge, wanting to feel him finally.
You looked into his eyes to see his once bright green irises taking on a darker shade, completely filled with lust.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, his voice breathless, whilst struggling to control himself. You didn't answer though, you slightly nodded and attached your lips to his, getting rid of the gap between you.
He walked over to the edge of your bed, laying you down on the top of your duvet as he impatiently started kissing your neck, making you feel like a hot mess. Your thoughts were all about him. Wherever he touched you, he left your skin burning for more. His gentle bites on your inner thighs made you feel dizzy in anticipation. His head between your legs, forced you to scream his name in euphoria. You wanted to get on top of him to return his sweet touches, his passionate kisses, all the head-spinning attention his has given you, but he didn't let you.
"Not this time, sweetheart." He breathed into your ear, forcing your breath to hitch as he finally entered you. He was everything you wished for. You dug your nails into his back, as you felt pleasure take over you, the knot in your stomach forcing your back to arch as you finally came undone, screaming his name in pleasure. Soon he followed you with a deep growl leaving his lips, before he attached them to yours, sealing the moment.
Sam laid across your bed, pulling you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head as you both tried to organise your breathing. You looked up at him, trying to find answers to what just happened. His eyes were closed, his long lashes gracefully laid across his cheekbones. He was beautiful. The way he licked across his lips, made you feel dizzy. Was it a one time thing. Was it just to release the obvious tension? You didn't want any of that. You wanted more. You wanted him. You just fit so perfectly with him, you didn't want this to end there.
You didn't know what to do. You could feel the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, feeling uncertain about what anything meant. You sat up, pulling your cover over you, your legs hanging off your bed as you took a deep breath.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, worry clear in his voice.
"Yeah." You breathed. "I just..." You didn't know what to say, not to make yourself look like a naive little teenager.
"What is it?" He asked softly.
"I just... I'm not sure..." You growled in frustration, running your hands through your hair. "I don't know what this was." You finally let it out.
"We had sex." Sam chuckled, stating the obvious. You turned around giving him a sceptical look.
"Oh right, I didn't realise that." You rolled your eyes.
"By the voices you made, sounded like you did." He smirked at you knowingly.
"Oh shut up." You grabbed your pillow and threw it at him, making him laugh harder. He removed the pillow from his face and pulled you back into his arms, completely ignoring your resistance.
"Look Y/N, if this is how you hate on me, I am perfectly fine dealing with your hateful ass." He laughed. You slapped his chest playfully, but you couldn't hide the ever growing grin across your face. "We don't have to label it, we don't have to decide what it is between us. Let's just get along and if we can't get along, we can just hate on each other. I am more than happy with both" He chuckled, making you go bright red as you hid your face, pulling the cover over your head.
"I hate you." You spoke, your duvet muffling your voice.
"I'm sure you do." He laughed as he pulled your cover down and gave a small peck on your lips.
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You Have Me (Pt. 03 of 10)
Pairing: John Wick X D'Antonio!Reader
Word count: 2.5K
Summary: You, a D'Antonio, were raised completely oblivious to everything that had to do with the High Table. When your father dies, you find out that the world isn't how you thought it was. In Gianna's party, unknown men try to kill you, but someone steps in and saves your life. John Wick. The man takes you to the Continental, the only place you'll be safe. You're completely lost, no idea what to do to survive in the new, cruel world you were thrown into. But a letter from your late father tells you to find a man, who is the only one who could keep you save and carry a plan to release you from the High Table. The man is the Baba Yaga, John Wick, the same who saved your life.
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In the last nine days, John has been in and out of the hotel, meeting some people, trying to get in touch with others. Yesterday night he finally had a break, since now he has to wait for one of your father's affiliates to fly here. So this morning, you shower and dress up as if you're going to the gym. Leggings and a tank top. But you're forced to put on a coat to leave the bedroom because it's a bit cold. John is in the kitchen, having breakfast.
“I thought you were still sleeping,” You tell him, grabbing an apple.
“I just woke up.” He takes a look at you. “Going to work out?”
“No. But now that you apparently had a break, I still want to learn how to throw a punch.” Taking a bite, you sit before him on the table. “But if you gave up the idea, I'll hit the gym. I just found out this hotel has one.”
“It does.” John puts his coffee down, getting up. “But I meant what I said. C'mon.” He goes to the living room and you follow. John pushes the coffee table and the couches away, leaving a big space in the middle. Crossing your arms, you watch from the kitchen door frame.
“I'm impressed you're really doing this. I was waiting for you to just-”
“I'm only doing this because we need to be prepared for any kind of situation.” He gestures for you to approach and that's what you do. “I'll only teach you enough to get you some time to run and-”
“To run and find you.” You point out to him, a playful smile on your lips as you pace around the living room. “But c'mon. I don't know about you, but I want this to be a good time. It helps to distract me from what it really means.”
“It sounds like you're bored.”
“To death. I barely see you anymore, it's like I'm completely alone here.” You gesture to the apartment in general.
“Sorry, I've been meeting up-”
“I know.” The tone of his voice gets all professional again, a lot darker. He has a wound on his lower lip, which he probably got because of you and you father's plans. “That's why I'm trying to take this lightly. To take away the meaning behind it. Now let's go. How can a little girl like me take down a man like you?”
“As a start, you go for the most fragile spots. Throat, eyes, nose.”
“Fragile?” With both hands on your hips, you decide to scare him a little bit. So you move to kick him in the crotch, with the intention of stopping halfway. But John kicks your leg to the side, grabs your knee and pulls it up, moving to throw you hard on the ground. But instead of hitting the floor, you're more like lied down gently. But all the sudden motion is enough to make you lose your breath. “You proved a point. No joking around with you.” You burst out as he let's go of your leg and reaches out his hand.
“Just showing you what could've happened.” John pulls you up too hard when you take his hand, causing you to almost hit his chest. “They'd let your head hit the floor, what would leave you disoriented for a few seconds at least.”
“Got it,” You mumble, stepping back.
“Let's practice how to set free from someones grip.” He paces around you, holding you from behind with both his arms, in a way you can't move yours. “Keep in mind they will be squeezing you, so you'll be in pain.” But when he lifts you up, you suddenly burst into a laugh, which makes John put you back down immediately. “What is it?”
“Sorry. I'm ticklish.” You say, still catching your breath. You're about to apologize again, but when he loses his grip and you turn around, you see a smile. It's the same you saw a while ago as if for a moment he forgot everything that's going on. It makes him even more handsome, easygoing... He seems happy, or at least as if he could be. You promised you'd try to make him laugh, that you'd try to make him feel better, even though it may only be for a few seconds. And suddenly you notice how close you are. John slowly lets go of you, but something just won't let me step away. “But it would scare them away, right? If I suddenly started laughing.”
“They'd think you're insane, but it wouldn't stop them.” It all comes back, the smile disappears and his whole face changes.
“I know...” Running a hand through your hair, you wonder what you should do next. So you try to punch him again, and just as he did the first time, John grabs your wrist before you can hit him. “One day I'll surprise you, John Wick.” As you're done speaking, you try to punch him with the other hand, but the same thing happens and now he's holding both your hands. “Shit.”
“You'll have to be a lot better than this.”
You could kiss him. You bet that would be a surprise. John is standing so close, you'd only need to tiptoe. “I will, believe me.” You're not sure if you'd do it, but a knock on the door makes him to let go of you.
You watch as he goes to answer it, coming back from your daydream, telling yourself not to go there again. You're about to sit down to wait for him to return when you see through the corner of your eyes John being pushed violently. As he falls, a man comes in, a gun immediately pointed at you. You run and he shoots. On your way to the kitchen, you see as John gets up, colliding with the man, and somehow taking the gun from his hand. You stop by the door frame, unable to move. Your eyes follow John's every move, and as he overcomes the man, you manage to calm down. Soon enough the man is a bleeding mess on the floor. John checks him before coming towards you.
“Are you alright?” His eyes quickly scan through you, but you're more worried about the wound on his forehead.
“You're hurt.” Pushing his hair away, you check the small cut, your hands cupping his face. For a moment you don't care if that man came in here to kill you, you're way too worried about John being hurt. This feeling surprises you, but you choose not to think about it. “Come, let me clean it.”
“No. I'm used to it. We need to call Winston.”
“Well, I'm not used to it.” As he goes for the telephone, you get the first aid kit. John rudely asks someone to get in contact with the man called Winston, demanding him to come here immediately. When he hangs up, you stand before him, holding the kit. “Are you going to sit down and let me clean your cut or will I have to force you?”
With a quick, small smile, John moves to the couch, and you sit down beside him. He stands still as you clean the wound, relieved to see it's indeed small. “I was going to be a veterinarian, you know?” You tell him once you're done because he seems curious about how you know yiui way around the kit. “Well, I was supposed to graduate this summer, but since I had to leave the country... It might take a while longer.”
“Really?” You feel his eyes on you as you put everything back in the box.
“Yes. Despite my father's fortune, I always wanted to have my own life. My own money. I even agreed to give up my part of his heritage.”
“What?”
“It's crazy, I know. Some years ago Santino and Gianna were fighting over it and when they started to include me, I decided I didn't want it.” Remembering this episode was already bad, now it's way worse, with both your father and sister dead. And Santino hunting you down. “They were quick to set up the documents I had to sign. But after that, father opened a bank account for me and started transferring some money ever month.”
“He wanted you to be safe.”
“Yeah.” You forget the bleeding man on the floor, eyes locked on John's. “Thanks again, John. You saved me.”
“It's my job.”
“No, it isn't.” You friendly touch his arm, your hand lingering for too long. “I-” The door is opened and you move faster than John, suddenly ready to run. But the man who comes in doesn't seem like he came to kill you. He takes a deep breath when he sees the man on the floor.
“This is Winston. The owner.” Both of you observe as Winston checks to see if the man is alive. “I didn't break the rules.”
“Good for you.” He says, shaking John's hand before coming to stand before you. “Miss D'Antonio. My deepest apologies for not coming to greet you earlier, but John and I are working day and night to carry out your father's wishes.”
“Call me (Y/N).” You don't like the tone people force when they call you by the last name. “I'm more than just a surname.”
“Absolutely. I see that you indeed became everything your late father wanted you to. A beautiful, intelligent woman. An example of purity, judging by where you came from.” He claps his hands twice, and two men come in, taking the knocked out one away. “He will be taken to the alley and will be made an example of.��
“Good.” John nods, and Winston stares at both of you for a while. To John and then back at you. “Something wrong?”
“I have two pieces of advice. One for you.” He gestures at you. “And on for you.” Winston turns to John. “One is good, the other no so much.”
You don't like his tone, so you move closer to John, hiding a little behind his shoulder. “Enough mystery, Winston. What is it?”
“Dear (Y/N).” Winston takes your hand and pulls you away from John. You exchange a glance with him, and he nods, as if telling you it's ok. It's annoying how people feel like they're somehow intimate with you thanks to the surname you care. You don't like it. “Be careful with your feelings for John Wick, do not let them grow and become... Something more. He represents everything your father fought so hard to keep you away from. He's the very opposite of who you are, who you want to be. You might be the only good, righteous thing that came out of this cruel world I live in. Don't let him corrupt the purity, the gentleness that resides in you.” Before you can answer, he let's go of your hands and turns to face John. “And you, Mr. Wick, please, fall in love with her. You could use a light in your life, something to rescue you from the depths where you've seen to have fallen again. Someone so kind and generous would certainly heal the wounds you carry.” With a smile, Winston walks away, not giving you time to come up with an answer.
You just don't get it. Who hell does he think he is? What does he think he knows? “Tell me something, Winston.” He stops at the mention of his name. His words about John are burning ony your mind, and you can't keep your mouth shut. “If you were walking on these streets and saw half a dozen men surrounding a stranger, guns at their head, what would you do?”
He seems a little confused. “I would keep walking. As should you.”
“That's the difference between you and John.” You step forward, arms crossed. “He isn't here because I'm paying him. He saved my life at Gianna's party, asking for nothing in return. So you don't have the right to talk about him that way. If I'm good and righteous despite the place where I came from, so is John.” Winston opens his mouth to say something, but you raise a hand. “Thank you for your advice. And thank you for working on my father's plan to help me. But don't talk about things you don't understand. Or about people you don't truly know.”
“You are spectacular.” He says with another smile. “I will send the cleaning crew in. And please, John, take the lady to dinner. Our restaurant is at your disposition.” That said, he leaves, and seconds later the cleaning crew comes.
It makes you sick to see as they clean the blood, so you go to your bedroom. Opening all the curtains to let the light come in, you sit on the bed, staring at the buildings before you. What Winston said... Where did that come from? You have to be careful with your feelings for John? While has to fall in love with you? How stupid. Winston thinks he has everything figured out, but he couldn't be more wrong. If he's as smart as he thinks he is, he should know that what's more likely to happen is the other way around. John would never look at you like that... But you? You were already thinking about kissing him even before Winston showed up.
“Don't be stupid,” You tell yourself, getting up and walking over the window. It's beautiful here, even though the gray clouds give the city a monochromatic look.
“You're not stupid.” John's voice startles you. You didn't notice you left the door open. “What are you thinking about?”
“That Winston is a jerk. But I bet you already know that.”
“He's just good at reading people.” He comes to stand beside you, eyes on the city. But yours are on him. Tracing and memorizing his features. When he moves to look at you, yoy turn away quickly, staring at the city again.
“I don't think so.”
“We should have dinner at the hotel's restaurant though. At least until it's safe enough for you to start going out.”
“People will stare at me. They always do, as if they know me just because they knew my father.”
“You can't blame them for looking at you.” His voice is lower, deeper.
“Blame it on my dead father, dead sister, and murderous brother.”
“That's not what I meant.”
“What could you possibly mean?” You finally allow yourself look at him again, meeting his eyes. “You have such nice eyes.”
“You already said that.” A smile makes its way to his lips. Beautiful, soft lips.
“Well, you have a nice everything, actually.” Shrugging your shoulders, you put a lock of hair behind your ear, just as an excuse to look away.
“You're pretty too. More than that. People would look at you even if you weren't (Y/N) D'Antonio.”
You're blushing. You're sure you're blushing. Stepping back with a giggle, you cross your arms. “I'll put on something elegant then. And since all my expenses are paid, you can order anything you want.”
“Sounds good to me.”
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The Girl Who Knew The End {18}
Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader
My Father, My Brother, My King
Chapter Seventeen // Watching, Waiting, No More
Chapter Eighteen // (You’re Here!)
Chapter Nineteen // The Return of the King
A/N: I’m not dead yet, and neither is this series! (Get read for an information overload, ‘cause (y/n)’s mama has a lot to explain!) - Nemo
Warning(s): Angst. Mentions of Coma’s and Death.
Summary: Reunited with her mother, (y/n) must make a decision. Keep looking for Fili, or go and help battle the Orc army and save Thorin?
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“Mom?”
“(y/n)?”
“Mom!” You yelled, surging forwards into the arms of someone you’d never thought you’d see again, “Mom, I - how did you get here? And why are you so tall?” you asked, pulling back in confusion at how large your mother had gotten.
She smiled down at you, and then you noticed exactly how neat and long her hair was, and the pointed ears that came from the sides of her head.
“Well, you’re not exactly reaching the top shelf, you know.” she said, pulling some stray hairs back behind your ear. “My daughter, a dwarf. Who would’ve guessed?”
“Thranduil.” you mumbled, casting a glare to your side as if said elf was standing right there, “Although he wasn’t too happy about it.”
You mother’s eyes glossed over.
“You’ve met Thranduil?”
“Well sure I have. He was up over a hill back that way around midday. We probably had the nicest experience between our two kinds in the entire history of his being.” You explained, gesturing off into the distance where you guessed Dale and Erebor were. “But you still haven’t answered how you got here?”
Her face saddened even more, and she ran a gentle hand over your cheek.
“This is your first time in this world, isn’t it?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“To a fellow Earth-Shifter, it’s almost painfully so.” She let out a snicker, and climbed out of the closet, brushing down clothes that were definitely not from Laketown. “I shall explain, but weren’t you calling for someone just before?”
“Fili!” you gasped, turning back this way and that in a feeble attempt to spot him among the ruins.
“See, I shall help you look, and as we do I’ll explain.”
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Another couple hours passed. Sunlight of a new day rose, but you were in no way feeling it’s warmth.
Your mother had spent a good armful of minutes explaining to you exactly what happened, and with it explained how you got where you were.
Back in your world, Earth, you were in a car crash. Your mother was in it with you. Currently you were in a coma, and with that something like a copy of yourself was being sent to this world. If you woke up on Earth, you’d disappear here. If you died ‘correctly’ in Middle-Earth then you’d wake up on Earth. If you died ‘incorrectly’ in Middle-Earth you’d die on Earth too.
When you’d asked your mother how she got back so late after you did, she shook her head, saying; “The Coma Projecting only works once. Once when Middle-Earth really needs it. After that, the only way back is to die.”
And that was how you found out your mother died back on Earth. You figured, at least, you could see her here, now, and whenever you came back here. She was an Elf. She’d live much longer than you would if you stayed here.
You also found out the Earth-Shifting happened a lot though your family. Commonly in the eldest daughters, but the only thing that was solid was that there was only ever one in each generation.
But all the explaining in the world didn’t help you find Fili faster. All you did find was charred wood, more corpses, and pieces of Smaug’s body - of which made both you and your mother reel back slightly.
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“I can feel you looking at me, and no. I’m not leaving.”
“(y/n), just -”
“Mom!” you stepped up onto a bridge, looking about eye-level at your mother now, “The least I can do is give Fili peace and let him see Erebor just once. Let me do that.” She looked back at you, eyes stealy and unwavering.
“Fine. But I’d suggest you give head to that!” She pointed across the ruins, showing the visible hillside, and in the distance an army of Orcs.
You let out a curse, turning around on the spot.
“You and I both know what’s coming,” she said, her words stirring something inside your chest, “I’ve watched those movies too. You need to go.”
Frustration ebbed at your mind, swelling tears into your eyes.
“I won’t get there in time. It’s too far -”
“No. It’s not.” Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, shaking you back to your now reality. “You can feel it inside you, a power, a warmth. Some may call it a darkness, or a curse, but it’s not. Don’t let the darkness take you. I made that mistake, and that was because I forgot what I was fighting for, and remembered instead what I’d lost.”
She touched your temple, and it seemed like everyone from the past months had spoken to you again.
"- She's here to help -"
"- The dwarf scum travels with a powerful being -"
"- You've got nothing special about you -"
"- She has something inside her, a power or force -"
"- I'll have your blood spilt, mark my words Earth-Shifter! -"
"- You know nothing of what would come for you if you went with him -"
"- You were stubborn for a reason -"
"- You look like you've seen a ghost Miss -"
"- A darkness is coming, and by all means, hit will take her too -"
"- You have no idea who you are -"
“- She’s been through more then we’ll all ever know -”
Her hand moved from your temple back to your shoulder.
“You still have people counting on you. You have people to protect.” She said. “I’ll stay here and look for your Fili. You go. They need you.”
“How the hell did you do that?” she smiled at your question, then ushered you towards the Orcs without a word. “Hey! How am I supposed to get to them?” You asked, feet firmly on the ground, but that didn’t stop her from moving you further.
“Trust me, you’ll figure it out!” she said, reaching over and patting your chest, “Feel it here.”
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You’d lost your boat, and there wasn’t anymore in good enough shape to take you, even if you’d only made it halfway back through town. You were - under any circumstances - going to swim.
The cold of the water would do you no good.
The earth rumbled, and a horn billowed in the distance. Time wasn’t on your side. As dread started to settle in again, you pushed it aside, thinking instead like your mother wanted.
Your people needed you. The dwarves. Bilbo. Kili, Dwalin and Balin. Thranduil and Legolas. Thorin needed you. He was your king, but your One first and foremost.
Something hot stirred in your chest, and the earth rumbled again, but a lot closer. You turned, seeing the town move. Something in the water was moving,it was big, and you had a feeling it was just moving because of you. It was moving for you.
You made your way closer, stepping to the water, and meeting the eye of Smaug.
He rose out of the water, wings rising over the broken rooftops.
He was blinking. Breathing. He was alive.
But the eyes weren’t his. You could tell. They blinked with yours. They saw what you saw. This was why he was afraid of you. He was your way back to the fight. Your way back to Thorin.
As the dragon rose further, a light burned in your eyes. Bright and proud. This was how you saved Thorin.
This is how you got home.
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Once Upon A Time
Summary: The reader has a cleaning tradition that she’s embarrassed for the boys to find out about.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x black!reader
Warnings: Violence and mention of smut
A/N: 2 Dean fics in one week? Who do I think I am???
Ever since you were a child obsessed with fairy tales. Not the Grimm brother versions, but Disney’s family-friendly versions. You had your mother to thank for that. She painted her love story with your father as her own fairy tale.
Your mom came from a family of evil witches, but she didn’t share the same values and wanted to help people instead of harm them. As she told it, she didn’t see a way out until she met her own knight in shining armor, your father. He was a hunter and fell in love with your mom while he hunted her family. She helped him defeat them and they ran off to live their own version of happily ever after.
They both hunted until your mom became pregnant with you, their little princess. Even though, they retired from the hunter lifestyle they taught you all about hunting; they always knew there was a possibility for their past to haunt them. While your dad stuck to teaching you about hunting in particular, your mother taught you the art of witchcraft. “There’s a beauty in magic.” She always said.
Unfortunately, your parents happily ever after didn’t last forever. They were right to worry about their past coming back to haunt them. You came back from a sleepover excited to dress up in your princess ‘rags’, sing Disney songs, and clean up the house with your mom. Instead you found their mauled bodies. The remaining werewolves from a pack they killed came back with a revenge. They even tried to kill you when you discovered the bodies, but due to your extensive training you killed them before they got the chance.
Years later you found yourself and your familiar, Aladdin, hunting and living with the Winchesters. To keep the memory alive of your parents, you kept up your mom’s cleaning tradition. Only thing was you always waited for Sam and Dean to go hunting on their own. You may be a little extra with this tradition, so extra Aladdin refused to participate. Sometimes you’ll cast a spell on some birds and sing with them as if you were Cinderella or Snow White. So, if the boys ever caught you, you would never hear the end of it and be deeply embarrassed.
Currently, you were singing your heart out to Part of Your World and washing the dishes when you heard the clearing of someone’s throat. Turning around you saw a set of hazel and emerald eyes filled with mirth and a pair of poorly hidden smirks. “I thought you two wouldn’t be back til tomorrow?” You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and then remembering the bandana a la Cinderella you had on and quickly removing it.
Barely containing his laughter Sam answered you. “You know Dean. Speed limit laws don’t apply to him.” Just as Dean was about to say something, his eyes went wide and zoomed on your shoulder. Raising a hand, he pointed in your direction, “Is that a crab on your shoulder?”
Looking down in fact you saw an annoyed crab glaring at you. In the midst of getting caught, you forgot you turned a reluctant Aladdin into a crab for your Little Mermaid set. “Oops, I’m sorry, Al.” With a wave of your hand you returned your familiar back into his canine form. “Looks like the mutt wasn’t happy being turned into seafood,” Dean muttered as Aladdin stalked off. Your familiar had excellent hearing and growled at the eldest Winchester before returning back to your room.
“Your highness,” Dean bowed before you. Snatching the towel from the sink you balled it up and threw it at Dean’s head.
He caught it instead of letting it hit his face. “Hey, that’s not princess-like,” he reprimanded you. Just to tease him some more you gave Dean the middle finger and he clutched his imaginary pearls.
“What’s up with the Disney routine anyway?” Sam asked, trying to stop you two before y’all got too childish. While you explained the backstory of your cleaning tradition, Sam stood back and mentally shook his head at Dean, who looked at you like a doofus. Sam tried multiple times to get his big brother to admit his feelings for you, but he refused.
Done with your story, you noticed Dean looking at you with that funny face you sometimes catch him with when he thinks you’re not paying attention. “What’s with that stupid look,” you asked him.
Caught off guard, Dean had to quickly come up with an excuse. “Um, I’m just confused about how someone so badass is still obsessed with princesses who always need saving.”
“First of all, me being a badass and loving princesses are not mutually exclusive. Second of all, you must be talking about them older white princesses, because my girls with color didn’t come to play. Tiana, a true boss bitch, Mulan saved a whole country, Pocahontas looked out for her people, and Moana got a whole god together. And third of all, I don’t know why you’re trashing them when you have so much in common with them.”
Dean crossed his arms in disbelief. “Please explain to me how me and a Disney princess are alike.” Chuckling to yourself, you proceeded to explain to Dean. “On the somber note, you have the requirement of at least one dead parent growing up. Sam’s your sidekick, Castiel’s your fairy godmother, Rowena is sorta the wicked witch, just depending on the day, and I’m your knight in shining armor.” Dean couldn’t believe his ears and was about to counter your claim when you interrupted him. “Oh, and you have Rapunzel’s eyes.”
Pointing between him and Sam, Dean responded. “Listen, we don’t need saving that often.” Without saying a word, you cocked and eyebrow and a hip, silently challenging Dean’s claim.
“Ok, you win. I’m a stupid princess, but I’m gonna be Snow White!”
Looking to Sam he had his bitch face while you were confused. He must’ve known why he choose Snow White. You looked to him to ask why and he mouthed ‘You wouldn’t want to know.’ Going against his advisement, you asked Dean why he choose her.
“Because the version I watched, the wicked stepmother was wicked.” His smile suggested it wasn’t the G-rated version you’ve seen before.
With a sway of your hips you walked up to Dean and stared up at him devilishly. “Well, you gotta show me that version. I need to spice up my porn playlist.” Instantly, Dean’s face turned red and Sam off to the side muttered, “You two are perfect for each other.”
You walked off to your room, beginning to sing Kiss the Girl, while leaving the boys in the kitchen dumbfounded. Halfway to your room, you remembered your surprise for Dean. Sticking your head in the kitchen doorway, “Oh, there’s pecan, sweet potato, and apple pie in the oven.” Both boys stared at each other and ran to the oven to get to the treat. Even Sam couldn’t resist your baking.
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Back in your room, you found Aladdin in his human form laying in your bed and watching tv. He rolled his eyes as he listened to you sing another Disney song. It wasn’t your voice that he was annoyed by, because you had the voice of an angel, but it was who the song was directed to. Al didn’t understand your attraction to Dean, but he supported you, nonetheless.
“Jordan text you. She needs help with a coven of witches in New Orleans. And she said leave the Winchesters at home if you come,” Al informed you in the middle of your song.
“That would’ve been nice to know earlier. Why didn’t you come get me?”
“I was giving you some time with your precious Winchester.”
Deciding not to address that statement you asked Aladdin if he wanted to go with. “Nope. I got a crazy ass ex down there and I’m having a Smart Guy marathon.”
“Hey! You were supposed to wait for me.” You pouted.
“That was before you turned me into a crustacean.” Knowing that it was fair, you told him bye and went on to tell the boys you were leaving.
“You sure you don’t want us to come?” Sam asked clearly concerned. They didn’t know your friend and were overprotective of you hunting without them. Standing on your toes, you gave each boy a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be fine boys, promise.”
Just as you opened your car door, Dean tugged on your wrist. “Be safe and call us if anything’s fishy.”
Snatching your hand back, you laughed at your friend. “Ok, mom.” Crowding your space, Dean looked at you hungrily. “I preferred to be called daddy.” Cheeks heating up quickly, you turned around and rushed into your car, waving bye to the boys while you heard Dean’s deep chuckle as you drove away.
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It was setup. Jordan wasn’t just your friend, but your cousin from your mom’s side of your family. The little traitor knew who you were when you ran into her in Atlanta when you were working a job. She continued to earn your trust until she could find the right moment to kidnap you.
Turns out your mom and dad didn’t get rid of the whole family and your grandma somehow survived. The old woman had been plotting against you, since Jordan told her of your existence.
Struggling against the cuffs, you were looking for an escape. “Its useless, my dear. Those cuffs are spelled to imprison supernatural beings.”
Great, the one time being a witch was a bad thing. “Well, can you just kill me now?”
Your grandma turned away from the potion she was concocting and caressed your face. Her amber eyes that reminded you of your mother’s softened. “Don’t be silly, girl. You’re family, even if that didn’t mean anything to your momma. Our coven is growing weak, but you’re the strongest witch ever in our bloodline. With you joining us and the Book of the Damned we’ll return to our former glory.”
All this trouble for that damn book. Even though it saved Dean, that book has been causing so much trouble ever since it came into you and the boys’ possession. “So, this is why you want me. For the Book of the Damned. Well, newsflash no matter what you do to me the boys won’t give it up.”
Stepping away from her potion once more, she knelt down in front of you. “It’s a shame, really. All your power gone to waste. When Jordan informed me of your existence, I thought I would just kill you, but then you got involved with those Winchesters and we were still too weak to deal with them and you. But then I heard Rowena took you under her wing and I felt hope again. I thought Rowena would surely teach you the dark arts, but once again I was wrong. Those damn Winchesters sure do know how to suck out all the fun.”
“If you know I’m so good, then it’s a waste to try to get me to join the coven.” Levitating the mortar, she used to make the potion, your grandma had it in her hands. “Chile, I know I can’t make you do things on your own free will. That’s why I got this little potion for my spell. It’ll make you more malleable to my will. Now open up, girl.”
Refusing to be anyone’s puppet you shut your mouth close. Your grandma was frustrated with your antics and didn’t have any time to play with you. The cuffs dampened your own magic, which allowed your grandma to use hers and get your mouth open. The vile taste of the potion slithered its way down your throat and you knew when you woke up you would be a different person. Hopefully, Sam and Dean would be able to fix you.
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Once you returned to the bunker, the boys instantly knew something was off about despite you saying nothing went wrong with the hunt. “Man, something’s up with Y/N.” Dean whispered to Sam while you were in the library.
“I know. Something had to have gone with that hunt.” Their whispers died down when they heard you walking towards them.
Holding the Book of the Damned, you made a beeline to the stairs, but Sam stopped you. “Y/N/N, what are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”
Annoyed but also prepared for this moment you threw the boys against the wall. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
With a flick of your wrist the door opened up, letting in your grandma and Jordan.
“What a cute little place! We’ll have to set up base here, Y/N. That’s after we kill the Winchesters of course,” your grandmother informed you while inspecting the bunker.
“Yes, grandmother. Would you like me to dispose of them now?”
The elder Winchester scrunched up his face in anger. “Grandma??? Y/N/N this isn’t you. Break out of it!” He pleaded with you, but his words had no effect on you.
“You evil bitch! What did you do to Y/N?” Dean asked your grandma.
She stood in front of Dean and traced a finger across his face. “Hmmm, I can see why my granddaughter is in love with you. Such masculine features, so handsome that you’re almost pretty. And the passion that radiates off of you, hmph, you must be an excellent lover.”
Dean turned his head away to escape her touch. “Get your filthy hands off my brother! And what did you do to our friend,” Sam reminded her of the more pressing issue.
“Oh, I just made her more pliable to my will. The girl is headstrong like her mother. Too bad I didn’t discover the potion I used on Y/N when I had those wolves kill her mother.” Your grandmother revealed which stirred a little something in you, but you must complete the mission for her. “Y/N, be a dear and kill these oafs. We have important work to do,” she ordered you.
Imagining liquefying their insides, the hunters started to cough up their blood, but as you saw them struggling you started to feel bad. Something didn’t feel right, but you had to press on.
“Y/N, you’re in there I know it. I know you heard her. That wicked bitch killed your parents! Come out and fight, damn it!” Dean was screaming at you, it seemed that the emotional torture was more painful than the physical torture you were dishing out.
Seeing that Dean wasn’t getting through to you, Sam joined in at trying to break through to you. With each passing second, they were chipping away through your grandmother’s defenses. It worked well enough for your hold to weaken and the boys fell to the ground. The boys easily incapacitated Jordan, leaving your grandma with no backup.
“Y/N, what are you doing? Kill them!” Your grandmother ordered, terrified of what a free Sam and Dean Winchester could do.
You paid her no mind and pinned her to a wall instead. Dean approached you carefully, as if you were a scared animal backed into a corner. “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there.”
Your eyes darted between your grandmother and the Winchester. You didn’t know who to believe with both of them talking to you simultaneously.
Sensing he was losing you, Dean got desperate. “God, I hope this works,” you heard him murmured before he grabbed your face and mashed his lips to yours. At first, your lips you were stiff, resistant to the kiss, but soon it started feeling right, like home, like your lips and his were meant for each other. Your hands snaked up to the back of his head and you pulled Dean closer.
The screaming of your grandma alerted you and made you and Dean break the kiss. Caressing your face, Dean whispered against your lips, “You back?” He asked, his hopeful searching yours.
“Yeah,” you whispered back blinking through tears.
“I should’ve known. You’re weak, just like your mother!” Your grandma somehow pulled herself halfway off the wall, but you pushed her back.
Taking out your gun from the back of your jeans, you pointed it at an unconscious Jordan and shot it right in the center of her forehead, feeling no emotions for so-called friend.
Next, your sights turned onto your grandma. “What?! You can’t grant me the decency of killing me like a witch? You’re gonna kill me like some filthy hunter?” She screamed with her grey locs falling in her face, spit foaming at the mouth, truly looking like a wild woman.
Raising your gun, you only said a few words to her before granting her the same death as your cousin. “Its more than you granted my parents.”
For awhile you stood above your dead grandmother’s body, grieving the life you could’ve have. Standing there reflecting on her need for power it finally hit you, she was the cause of your parents’ deaths. The emotions overtook you and you cried until Dean carried you away and let him fall asleep in his arms.
Waking up hours later you found Dean gone, but the smell of his famous burgers told you exactly where he was. Making your way to the kitchen, you were granted to the scene of Dean cooking, singing along to an old rock song, swinging his hips.
“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me. Who knew you had such killer dance moves?” Placing your hand over your heart, you acted as if you were offended at this great tragedy.
Rolling his eyes at you, Dean lowered his music and started to make you a plate. “I can do that.” You attempted to grab the plate, but Dean moved it out of your reach.
“I got it. Go sit down, pretty girl,” Dean ordered you before he leaned down and gave you a kiss. You guessed that the kiss from earlier wasn’t a one-off and discreetly smiled to yourself, wondering what this means for you and Dean.
Taking your seat, Sam entered the kitchen and began making a plate of his own. “Hey, Y/N, how you feeling?”
“Mmmm, better now. It still hurts, but I know that my mom wouldn’t want me to dwell on it too long. She lived the life that she wanted, even if it was cut short.”
“Between Samuel and your grandma, we had some crazy ass grandparents,” Dean referenced to his grandfather that would’ve let them die in exchange to have Mary back. Little did he know if he could’ve waited a couple of more years, he would’ve had her back.
Setting down his plate and yours, the three of you began eating dinner. Talk varied from when y’all would take the next case, when you should visit Jody and the girls again, when would Cas and Jack get back, and even a little argument about how turkey burgers taste the same as regular burgers.
At that moment you were trying to convince Dean to watch The Little Mermaid with you, but he refused, saying he was too grown to be watching fairy tales. Deciding that he wasn’t too grown, Sam poked fun at Dean. “So, Dean, how did you know how to break the spell put on Y/N?” Sam knew the answer, Dean confided it in him earlier, but he wanted Dean to say it in front of Y/N.
Looking at his baby brother as if he could strangle him, Dean dropped his burger. “Lucky guess.” He grunted before picking it back up and biting into it.
Your eyes switched back and forth between the brothers. Obviously, Dean was holding something back by the way he was giving Sam bitch face.
“That’s not what you said earlier,” Sam retorted, hiding his smirk by taking a bite of his own burger.
“Oh, Dean, c’mon tell me.” You pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist.
“Truelove’skiss.” He mumbled quickly.
Hiding a giggle, you asked him to repeat himself, “Excuse me, what was that?” You knew exactly what he said, you just wanted him to be louder.
“True love’s kiss, ok! Now can we drop it?” He snapped, embarrassed he knew this little fact and that he was basically announcing his feelings to you this way.
Abandoning your seat, you jumped into Dean’s lap and kissed him all around his face. Sam silently left to give you two privacy and also, he didn’t want to see anything if you two decided to get explicit.
“I love you, Dean Winchester,” you whispered into his ear.
Dean’s eyes lit up as if you told him he had an unlimited amount of pie. He knew that for a true love’s kiss to work, both parties had to love each other, but hearing you say it confirmed it for him. “I love you, too.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you snuggled into Dean deeper. “So, does this mean you’ll watch The Little Mermaid with me?”
“I guess,” Dean accepted defeat as you squealed in his lap. “But only if you sing along. I can’t get enough of that voice of yours.”
“Of course, my knight in shining armor.” Dean put an arm behind your back and the other under your knees to carry you bridal style to his cave.
“And at the end of the night can I kiss the girl?” Dean asked with a mischievous grin on his face, glad that he made at least one reference.
Making your voice a bit softer to sound like a princess, you replied, “Oh my dear sir, you can do whatever you like to the princess. She’s forever in your gratitude.”
“Well, princess, be prepared not to finish that movie, because I got other things in mind.”
Soon, Ariel and her pals became a distant memory with the opportunity of a better time spent with Dean. “If that’s the case, then how about you show me how wicked that stepmother was in Snow White?” You offered, suggestively raising your perfectly arched eyebrows.
With that suggestion, Dean changed his course and headed for his bedroom. “Anything for the lady.” Passing a conversating Sam and Al in the hallway, you conjured up earplugs in their hands. Of course, you could’ve soundproofed the room, but you wanted to gross them out instead.
“Dudes, disgusting!” Sam groaned, but you could barely hear him over yours and Deans’ laughs. This is what happily ever looked like and you wouldn’t trade it for a thing in the world.
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52. Part 2
Opening the baby gate laughing at Shawn, he has been harassing me call after call “I am awake” walking over to him “later as hell, I am all excited for this my nigga come here” Shawn hugged me “I am tired, but I have something to tell you. I have changed the plan, we are still going away but” I paused “oh no, why a but? What is happening?” he is all panicking about this “nothing bad, just that I didn’t tell Robyn early enough, I told her yesterday because I forgot, I have had so much on my mind, you know. So, I told her yesterday and she wasn’t upset about it or angry, she said I needed some time away but she is on call for this weekend, and she said what if she gets called in, what happens when Reign. So, I said I will take her with me to Spain” Shawn’ mouth fell open “what!?” he spat “I love Reign, I do. She is my niece, but she will pose a trouble for us, how we going to relax with Reign? It’s not a good idea, ok. So, let me think” Shawn is the only one to be having a meltdown about this, I am so relaxed about it. I think Reign is no problem at all, that is my daughter “I will get Nalah to have her, she will take her for the duration of Robyn on call, then we can go to Milan and have fun, come on Maurice. You’re going to be chasing after Reign, how are you going to relax? Shit is not logical; we are meant to be having us time. Right?” nodding my head “ok, so if you can sort that out for us. Come on Maurice, you need to whine down a little bit. I am sorry Maurice” I sighed out “I wanted to go and see Mami actually, well Paula. We can relax still?” Shawn sighed out “then what if Nalah comes with us?” I shook my head “now I feel like my daughter is getting between your little vacation” Shawn pulled a face at me “seriously? My little vacation, I am just trying to help you so we can spend time together but now you want to go and visit your step mother?” mean mugging Shawn “there is a reason why I don’t fuck with you anymore, I have moved on. I don’t need you, or Nalah or any of you. Just fuck off and make your own trip, get the fuck out of my home too. Watch your mouth too, go!” I spat, Shawn shook his head and walked off “you have changed, nigga!” Shawn said walking off.
I don’t need Shawn, assuming my daughter is a pain and will be in the middle of this stupid vacation, I don’t need him. I will be going away without him and with my daughter. You know what, I feel I have moved on and him acting highly upset about it is bullshit, he should be happy for me. I didn’t make the effort with him, so what. He knows I am busy but yet he does this, no friend does that. He fucking with the wrong nigga because I will destroy his fucking life, I am very angry right now “hey Maurice” Ally picked up finally “I need the jet to go to Spain instead, just update it please” disconnecting the call, I need to get ready to go, he is right. I need time away from this shit, I just want to have some peace and that will be my only way for this. Opening my bedroom door “is Shawn here?” Robyn asked while she dressed Reign, if I say I had a disagreement with Shawn about Reig, she will then think I am annoyed but then will want me to not take Reign because of my mood “fine, he will meet me at the airport” I mean, I will tell Robyn after because she may talk me out of it. I am annoyed because I feel like Shawn was making it seem like my daughter was in the way, I don’t want Nalah looking after her. And fuck that, I want to see Mami.
Robyn has Reign wearing a little backpack and I find it the cutest thing ever “my little globe trotter, you ready? We about to go on an adventure” picking Reign “I have everything in this suitcase and yes it’s big, I don’t care if it’s just the weekend. Just be safe. I am not sure about letting her go but I trust you and I know she will listen to you, also I am nervous. Maurice seriously, just bring her back if anything. Swap roles with Shawn too, if she is sad then please bring her back. See now I am getting sad, just come back with her. Please” Robyn strained out “it will be one night, like I would come back Monday but just one night. I will be back, don’t worry” I chuckled “I know but just be safe ok? And you don’t be a brat for him, little madam” Reign doesn’t understand the dramatics “we good ain’t we? It’s an adventure for us” Robyn sighed out “I love you both so much, come back. I feel better it’s just one night now” leaning down and pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips “why didn’t you get Jay to go with you?” shaking my head “I don’t need anyone, I love you. Say bye mommy!” grabbing Reign arm and waving “bye baby, love you both” walking out of the door.
This is easy, Reign is asleep. I placed pillows all around her and I can see the made-up bed from where I am sat, I thought I will do some work while on the jet to Spain. I mean I don’t really care for Shawn right now; I am on a different path and speaking of the nigga, answering the skype call he clearly saw me online “what?” I answered “did you go then? Look I didn’t want it to come off the wrong way, I don’t want to argue with you, I am sorry please. Just don’t cut me off like that” I shrugged “when Robyn and Reign moved to me you knew my priorities would change; you knew I would be busy. You’re making me feel like you preferred me being lonely always calling on you?” Shawn’ mouth fell open “ok, ok. You two, let me sit in on this. What is happening? I have him upset and then you? You both are the worst, like an old couple. Sensitive bitches!” Nalah sat next to Shawn “he is the sensitive one crying in my office, I am just trying to keep up with my life. Is that a hard thing to understand with any of you! Like fucking listen to yourselves, Maurice do this, do that. Give me some fucking attention, just fuck off. I don’t want to give it, how about that!? Shawn knows I have shit to do, I have shit going on every fucking end and you want to have some attention” see now he’s got me worked up “Maurice, come on now. Just relax, you don’t do well with stress you’re going to get ill, come on now. I think wires are being crossed here. I understand, listen to me. Are you on the jet then?” Nalah asked “yeah, I am going Spain” Nalah rolled her eyes “you’re so stubborn, you both are just being hormonal with each other. He told me, he just wanted time with you and he just wanted solutions but then you got offended by it, you are feeling sensitive Maurice” I sighed out “whatever Nalah, then if you know I am stressed then why add to it? You and that dumbass know me so well then fucking act like it, please don’t call me. I don’t want to know; this weekend is my time. Bye” disconnecting the skype.
I am honestly missing my babies, I feel like I have nothing to do because it would be just my luck that nothing is happening, I have not even asked to come in at all which is sad because now I am just sat around eating, nothing else to do but that. I honestly must be crazy to be letting Maurice take Reign out of the country but then he is fine with her, he literally takes care of her at home so what is the difference, but I am missing them so much. My phone buzzed at the side of me and then the buzzer went off, picking my phone up from the side of me to check. My phone unlocked and bought up the camera, oh it’s Nalah. Pressing the speaker “the door is unlocked” unlocking the door, Nalah waved at the camera walking in. This is the bonus of this home, the cameras and I don’t have to ever leave what I am doing to let someone in, stifling out a yawn. After all that I could have kept Reign with me, that honestly annoys me because I wouldn’t have mind taking care of her. Hearing the elevator ping “nobody got the time to walk them stairs” I chuckled turning on the couch to look at her “I don’t know what I would do if it broke, this is a nice surprise. Nice dress bitch, is that Dior?” Nalah looking classy as shit “you know it, hey girl. Don’t get up, sit there. I am tired and can’t wait to take off these heels, I have been running around for that golden boy and then I just get his abuse” Nalah huffed out sitting down “busy then?” sitting back on the couch “yes, for my dad’ great idea for a wedding, well I told you we still have the dresses from last time, he has the suits but my dad is just fussing and I am all hot and bothered so give me a moment” poor Nalah she looks like she has been harassed by everyone.
I made Nalah a cocktail “you didn’t need too at all but this looks delicious, I have heard about your booze selection” I smiled sitting across from her “it’s ok, I mean we don’t exactly drink constantly but when Maurice hosts his little events, maybe then” watch me get called in now someone is here “so are you on call? With your work, what is that? Why don’t you be at work?” Maurice must have mentioned it to her “so I am the one duty if needed so, I can be home but if they call me I have to go. So it’s like a day off but not a day off also, so I am like the point of call for emergencies that need to be done to save that person’s life quickly. I don’t mind that but it’s annoying because like today, nobody will call me in but I did get a call from someone asking advice which I said can be scheduled for when I am in, there is that” Nalah let out an oh “that is so interesting, amazing work” I shrugged smiling “it’s ok I suppose, how is you and Shawn? Still going strong?” might as well ask “chile, he would be ok if he wasn’t crying over Maurice constantly. He came back in the morning like Maurice told me to fuck off and that he doesn’t fuck with him anymore, like complaining as shit. So, I told Shawn skype him, he is online. Shawn apologised, so then I started to talk to him, and Maurice is just pissed off and stressed which I understand so he is just snapping at me, told me to not call him, men! The whole reason was that Maurice felt like Shawn didn’t want Reign there, Shawn just wanted him to have a solution, he said I can babysit Reign. But nothing was right for him so there is that” Nalah spat “wait, I am confused where is Shawn?” raising an eyebrow “home, Maurice said for him to not go and he will go alone to Spain” my face softened “he didn’t say that to me at all, seriously” I huffed out, what is he playing at “oh, he didn’t?” Nalah’ face softened “I know him, I sleep with the man every night, talk to him every night and day when we not busy and I know he is stressed out, I know he is upset. I wanted Shawn to help him so he can relax, my god” rubbing my face “don’t be angry with him” Nalah was quick to say, picking my phone from the side “watch” I said, she can sit and hear what I say.
Placing my phone against my ear, I am not angry with him, but I just don’t want him to struggle but then again I don’t think he will at all “hey” he sounds so husky “had a nap?” I asked “uh” he cleared his throat “yeah, I did. Still flying, just fell asleep” nodding my head “ok, how is Reign?” I can’t hear her “she is asleep still, I think she will be awake soon” Nalah talking about don’t be angry with him, she doesn’t know me “what about what happened with Shawn, Maurice?” I asked, I didn’t shout or make out that I am angry with him “he told you?” Maurice was quick to say “no he didn’t, Nalah is here. She thought I knew, so you took Reign with you. Father and daughter time huh? Bonita not invited” I said smiling, Nalah is looking at me like I am crazy “you were, just you are busy. I guess it is daddy and daughter time” I sighed out “well, I just wanted to know. Call me when you land ok?” I mean deep down I am not happy, I am slightly upset and concerned that he is alone with her “I will, love you” he sounds sad “love you too” disconnecting the call “seriously? Aren’t you like angry?” shaking my head “I want to be his peace, why do I need to shout at him? He doesn’t need that, I want to be the woman he needs and I will get that back from him. If I start shouting at him, start saying you stole my baby, you stole her! You took her there and you lied. I mean I could have but I know Maurice is going through it right now. He’s going to see Paula; he will have his happy time with his daughter and that is what I know. Nalah, he is a good father. He is feeling stressed, Marquis is ill, you and I both know his days are numbered” Nalah’ face softened “I didn’t think you would know or even take notice” Nalah said “take notice of a man Maurice’ adores, I am not sure if Maurice knows it in his heart or that he is being blind to it? but I am scared to know what he will be like” Nalah needs to realise that I have to handle my life better and my mom would be proud “I think Maurice will need time, he has a good woman, he has you so I don’t think he will be bad. I was shocked to see how you handled it” I chuckled.
Nalah keeps speaking on how I handled it, I think she expected me to be angry, but I know Maurice has been struggling and I don’t want to stress him, it will flare up his sickle cell. I just want to get married to him now “I don’t know what is wrong with me but recently I have been feeling it, like I want another baby. I feel like Reign grew on me too fast, I just really been feeling broody about it, I don’t know. Even though Reign is still my baby, I just want another one. And I’ve been playing with the idea of letting it happen natural or do it through insemination, but I think the second option would be best, Maurice wouldn’t be able to deal with it if the baby had it, you know. It’s so random maybe soon but yeah” I shrugged, I have been wanting to have another, but I maybe need to wait it out a little longer “girl, when I see Reign I get baby fever. I told Shawn we are baby making, so we are currently trying. I get how you feel with wanting a baby, I do too” I cooed out “me and you could be pregnant together” I pointed at her.
I was going to go back to my childhood home, but I decided to go and see Mami “thank you my friend” I said, the driver took all the stuff out for me, leaving the case and stroller outside. Reign is quiet, I prefer it that way but I think she is just thinking what is this “why is Mami taking so long” pressing the buzzer again “what is she like, she knows I am here” pressing a kiss to Reign’ cheek, she has had a long flight. Reign is not in the mood “mi chico esta en casa!” hearing Mami shout “Mami, I came to see you” Mami’ eyes grew “Maurice, the baby” the gate opened “oh my god, Maurice she is beautiful” Reign was quick to look away, she didn’t want to know right now “she is grumpy right now, I missed you!” Mami got her arms open “come on, come here. Te quiero mucho maurice, eres mi chico” leaning down and hugged Mami, she pressed a kiss to my cheek “so happy to see you” she gives the best hugs “I love you too Mami, I been feeling so down” moving back from the hug “Mami knows, you know I know baby” she touched my face, Reign finally looked “Mami, this is Reign-Texas. The other girl that has taken my heart, she means so much. Hey” Reign grinned at me “you know I am speaking about you, don’t you” Reign giggled clapping her hands, I am so happy to be back in Spain, it’s love here “yes Mi Amor, Mami thinks you’re beautiful” I laughed, Mami reached towards Reign to hold her hand “she is beautiful, she got you Maurice. I know, I took care of you remember. Oh I am so happy to see her, let’s go inside. Franco will pick up your things, come” I hope she don’t think I’m staying here.
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Sidewalks
Pairing: Stephen Strange x surrogate daughter!reader
Word Count: 2239
Author's Note: okay, this one was a struggle (and life was not being any kinds of helpful either)! This was also my first time writing for Doctor Strange! A big thank you to @lexxierave for helping me brainstorm when I got stuck! This was a request by @littlepurplewarrior for a bit of angst to end with fluff with a surrogate father!Stephen Strange. Thank you so so so much for being so incredibly patient while I worked on this and I hope you love it!
Warnings: parental death, vague description of a panic attack sorta, angst, fluff
You were used to being alone and you were used to people leaving. Your mom left you and your dad when you were just two, not even old enough to remember her. The more shocking blow was when your dad died three years ago. You were fourteen and you were walking home from school as usual when you saw an ambulance, firetruck, and police a block away from your house. As soon as you saw the crumpled motorcycle in the street you knew what had happened. You remember dropping your knees onto the cool cement, it was spring and hadn’t been consistently warm yet, but that day had been beautiful for a ride and your dad had probably gotten the bike out to get it warmed up for the season. Ever since you figured it was safer to be alone, people always left anyway. This way they couldn’t hurt you if they couldn’t get close.
Every Wednesday Stephen would visit a little deli nearby, he had tried everything on the menu at this point at least twice, it was one of the few normal things from his life that he couldn’t shake. Maybe it was his version of comfort food, maybe it was what kept him connected with his old life, but nonetheless, he would go to that deli religiously. He recognized familiar faces, and he knew that he had never seen yours. You knew your way around though, so he knew you weren’t new. However, that wasn’t what caught his eye the most. No, what piqued his interest was the magic he could feel clear across the deli that was humming through your veins. He knew that there can be at most two Sorcerer Supremes per world at a time: there will be two Sorcerer/ess Supremes if one of them has greater skills than all others, while the other commands a greater portion of the ambient magical energies than any other, and he knew that you would be the next sorceress supreme, with guidance. He could also sense a great darkness looming within you. Not evil or doom and gloom, but more of a loneliness and deep sadness obtained from some great personal loss.
Stephen knew that if he didn't approach this carefully, he would spook you, and who knows what could happen after that. If he could so easily and clearly sense the magic coming off you in waves then that meant other sorcerers could too, ones that may want to use you if you were lucky, and kill you if you weren't. He walked over to the counter were standing at, simply acting as if he were perusing what was behind the glass. He saw the man prep your order as another worker came over and asked him if he knew what he would like to order. He rattled something off and discretely told them to put your order on his bill as well. Stephen looked you over for any clues as to your interests, you t-shirt was plain, your bag wasn't decorated with buttons like most kids your age, but you were holding a very worn book of poetry by Bukowski in your hands, and what looked like an older journal with it. He averted his eyes when you were passed your order, trying to hand your crumpled bills in your hand to the man only to be refused and told that someone else had paid for your meal. Stephen could feel your eyes upon him when the man behind the counter pointed out who had so graciously paid for you. Stephen continued to act as if he wasn't aware and paid for both meals as he was handed his. A gentle tap on his shoulder causing him to turn around.
"Thank you for paying for my meal, you really didn't have to."
"Oh it's no problem! I was a struggling college student once too. It's good to see not everyone is as caffeine addicted as I was though."
"Uhm, I'm not a college student, I actually just graduated high school."
"Oh, so the Bukowski is just a bit of light reading?" He asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, something like that." You told him with a sad smile.
"Favorite quote? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?"
"We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain." He nodded his head thoughtfully.
"I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one." The silence was a comfortable one and Strange stretched out a shakey hand.
"Dr. Stephen Strange." He introduced himself. You shook his hand while introducing yourself to him.
"So, Y/N, tell me more about your fondness for Bukowski." Strange said as you two walked towards the park. The two of you talked poetry for hours while walking around. What were your favorite pieces, favorite authors, what made them tick, and just theories behind who they were as people.
Hours later the sun was setting as they walked around the city. Strange stopped at a doorway with 177A Bleeker St. labeled beside it.
"Well, Y/N, this is me. You okay getting home by yourself?" Strange asked.
"Uhm, yeah, I'll be fine. It was nice meeting you Dr. Strange."
"Hey, if you ever want to borrow some books I have a whole library full of them."
"I thought you were a doctor?" Your head tilted to the side confusedly. Causing a chuckle to erupt from Strange's chest, one that reminded you of your dad's.
"I was, but that's a story for a different time. Wong is actually the librarian. I just kinda keep an eye on things here."
"Oh, that's cool. Well, I look forward to the story and meeting Wong sometime."
"You sure you're gonna be alright getting home? I don't mind the walk."
"Oh no, it's alright. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow at the deli?"
"Tomorrow at the deli then."
Slowly Doctor Strange earned your trust, and quickly you looked forward to your daily deli trip. After having cut yourself off from others in fear of losing them, you forgot how nice human contact was.Strange just had such a permanence to him. As if he could never die.
Eventually, you did check out his library. Excitement trimmed through your veins as you gazed over the books, each time you entered the library you felt that way, it was like being a kid again where everything felt magical, like you saw the world through rose colored glasses. You never thought you'd feel this again after your dad passed.
One day you were in the library reading a book about magic, figuring it was some type of myth textbook. Feeling a bit childish, you decided to practice one of the spells in the book like you would when you were a kid watching a movie about magic. The spells never worked, but you couldn't help but feel nostalgic and try it out just for nostalgia sake. You moved your hands in the described pattern a small smile on your face with your eyes closed envisioning what the book described. When you open your eyes, you're amazed at the sight before you. The air was sparkling gold with what could be best described as a window in the middle. A window to the past, a happier time that brought glistening tears to your eyes. There was a white bedroom with bright colored accents, a nightlight that cast stars and constellations on the ceiling, and in the bed was a father reading to his 6 year old daughter a book of bukowski poetry, skipping over or improvising the more mature bits for something more fitting for a six year old. You could see the little girl struggling to keep her eyes open as her father's baritone voice lulled her to sleep. Once her eyes fluttered shut one last time, her father kissed her forehead before whispering "goodnight sweet pea." The window darkened before disappearing altogether. Your breathing was coming in shallow bursts, tears cascading down your face, and your heart was thudding in your ears. The tap on your shoulder nearly caused you to jump out of your skin as you turned and launched yourself backward to face Stephen. He had a cut on the left side of his face and his lip was busted. Fear clutched your heart in it's cold grip nearly stalling it. Without think you pushed yourself to your feet leaving all of you things behind as you bolted through the door and out of the building.
Stephen stood there awestruck and dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how easily you completed the spell without even knowing about your ability. However he was dumbfounded by what caused you to be so upset. The memory seemed to be a happy one. When he looked down he saw the journal on the floor, picking it up gingerly he opened the cover to see on the left a quote written, "some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about." Another Bukowski quote. On the right was a man's name with the same last name as yours. He began flipping through the book and it didn't take long to deduce that the man the book belonged to was your father. On the last day was an entry about taking the motorcycle out for a quick spin after a long winter before going out to what was said to be your favorite little deli. That entry was dated years ago with no new ones since. A faded, folded picture lay in the crease of that page, a man and his daughter on a carousel. One look at the picture had Stephen's gut turning. He remembered that face. Everything clicked. He had worked on your dad, but there was no saving him, even with his skilled hands at the time. Stephen figured you'd be back for the journal and book you carried with you religiously and decided to wait.
It was two weeks later when he stopped waiting. He ventured out to the deli placing an order to-go before making his way to your place. He knocked sharply on the wood before hearing a soft shuffle on the other side. When the door opened enough to get a look at who lived behind it, he wished he hadn't waited so long. Your eyes were raw and bloodshot and your hair a tangled mess of knots. Stephen pushed his way past the door frame and did something a bit uncharacteristic of himself and wrapped his arms around you as you cried. He didn't shush you, but he did rub your back with his free hand, and he let you let out all the pent up emotion before guiding you to your couch that was a few feet away. He put the bag of food in your hands gently instructing you to eat. He used magic to summon your brush and continued to use the magic to gingerly brush the knots from your hair. Once both tasks were finished you sat in companionable silence before your voice broke the silence. It was rough from disuse, but Stephen caught every word.
"I never knew my mom. She uh, left when I was like two. It was me and him ever since. He would always read me poetry to get to sleep. Bukowski was his favorite. He would take me to the deli, it was our favorite little place to go when we ate out. We were supposed to go-" your voice cracked halting your sentence. You took a deep breath and carried on.
"You remind me a lot about him, you know. You have the same laugh. You just seemed so permanent. Like you'd never leave, like you couldn't get hurt. I mean, you probably think that's childish of me, but, it's just how it seemed. And then I did that spell, and I didn't think it would work, but it did, and you showed up and you were hurt, and I just don't think I can handle it when you leave too because people always seem to leave me and-" you began to hyperventilate and Stephen put his shakey hands on your arms, grounding you.
"I can't promise that I'll never leave, but I can tell you that I won't leave willingly. Everybody has to leave at some point. Somebody once said, 'every song has a CODA, a final movement. Whether it fades out or crashes away, every song ends. Is that any reason not to enjoy the music? The truth is, there is nothing to be afraid of. It's just life.' One day you'll have your own CODA, does that mean you should die now?"
"N-no." You stutter out between sniffles and a small smile lit up the doctors face.
"It's going to be okay you know. There’s no shame in being afraid. We’re all afraid."
"Even you?"
"Yeah, even me."
"How do you face it?"
"Get comfortable kid, this is going to be a long story." The two of you settled in on the couch as Stephen described to you all the times he was scared. The world not only became a little less lonely, but also a little less scary.
"there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late"
-Charles Bukowski
#stephen strange x daughter!reader#stephen strange#surrogate daughter#surrogate father#doctor strange#doctor strange x daughter!reader#doctor stephen strange
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Outside the Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 12)
Part 11
It was the night of the VMA’s and you were currently getting your hair and makeup done. After getting in super late the night before, you all were up and at it early that morning for rehearsals. You all had done everything you could do to make sure the performance went smoothly. The only thing left was to go through with it.
Harry had went shopping for an outfit for the show. When you invited him, you sort of didn’t think about the fact that he wouldn’t have anything to wear. Yes, he wasn’t going to walk the red carpet, but he couldn’t exactly just wear some trousers and a shirt.
“And just like that we’re finished,” your makeup artist smiled.
You got up from your chair looking into the mirror. You smiled moving some hair out of your face.
“I love it,” you smiled. “Thanks.”
“Well, you look beautiful,” she smiled. “And remember you’re going to do great tonight.”
“I really hope so,” you said. “Tonight’s a big night for us.”
You went over to open up the bag that held your red carpet outfit. It was velvet purple blazer dress that you wore with matching heels. Harry walked into the room, just as you putting your things into your clutch.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” Harry smiled. “Not that I expected you not to look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you smiled straightening your dress. “You look very handsome.”
He smiled placing his hands on your hips, “Thank you, baby.”
“Thank you for being there for me tonight,” you said.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he smiled. “I’m proud of you. You girls have been working your asses off these last 48 hours and I know you’re going to fucking smash it.”
You smiled pressing your lips against his. He smiled pulling you closer to him. His hands ran down your back, stopping just below the edge of your dress. He smirked against your lips and you laughed pulled away.
“Down boy,” you giggled. “Save that for after the show.”
“But you’re just so tempting,” he groaned pulling you back towards him.
“I also didn’t just spent almost two hours in hair and make up just for it to be messed up by my boyfriend within two minutes,” you laughed.
“Hey! We both know it would at least be four,” he defended.
“Oh my god,” you laughed. “That’s not where I was going with it.”
“Well, I went there,” he joked.
“Anyway, it’s time to go,” you said. “Our car is probably outside. Now, I’ll be let off at the carpet waiting area, but the driver will drop you off in the back. That’s okay right?”
“Yeah, are you walking alone?” He asked.
You nodded as you waited for the elevator, “We decided if we all walked the carpet together, it might ruin the surprise.”
“That makes sense,” he said. “I wish... I do wish I could be there next to you.”
“I do, too,” you sighed. “But we’ve only just got together and I think it’s best we don’t go public this soon.”
“I agree,” he smiled.
“Besides, just having you there is enough of me,” you smiled.
“And there I’ll be,” he smiled kissing your head.
**
Hearing the sounds of screams as you walked the red carpet brought a smile to your face. It had been a while since you attended an award show you would be performing at and the fact that no one knew about it made it even better. By the time you were done with the red carpet, your eyes were blinded and seeing little white dots from all the flashes from the cameras.
Before the performance, you and the girls wouldn’t be sitting next to each other, but you would be sitting in the same section. You weren’t sure where Harry would be sitting either, but you wished it was near you. You two had gave it some thought and since there would cameras most likely landing on you throughout the show, it was best if you two weren’t caught sitting next to one another.
You always hated this part of being in a relationship. It always made you feel as if you were ashamed of who you were with or that you couldn’t be yourselves in public for fear of being found out. But it was the cost of wanting to keep your relationship private. Plus, it wouldn’t always be that way, you hoped.
You were waiting at the bar for your drink, when you felt someone behind you.
“God, you’re so hot,” a voice whispered in your ear.
Chills ran over you as you turned around to face your boyfriend who was already holding a drink of his own.
“You’re really trying to get me to drag your ass to the bathroom and have my way with you aren’t you?” You joked.
“It wouldn’t be the worst idea I ever had,” he smirked.
“I can’t with you,” you giggled taking a sip of his drink.
“How was the carpet?” He asked.
“Blinding,” you laughed. “I forgot how much I hate it. Between the shouting and the flashes. Luckily, I didn’t have to do too many interviews, so that was a plus.”
“Do you think anyone has an idea about why you’re really here?” He asked.
“No one seemed to be on the trail,” you said. “What about you? Anyone notice you’re here, but didn’t walk the red carpet?”
“Nope,” he said. “Luckily for me, I’m able to go unnoticed when I want to be.”
“You are pretty good at going MIA,” you laughed.
“But not from you,” he smiled.
“Good thing too,” you smirked. “Or I’d have to hurt you.”
“Well, what do you have in mind?” He asked. “Cause I might be interested.”
“Oh my god,” you laughed pushing him away. “Stop it.”
He laughed kissing your cheek, “Where are you sitting?”
“Like second row in the middle section from the stage,” you said. “You?”
“I’m fourth tow, middle section,” he smirked.
“So, we are still pretty close then?” You said.
“I couldn’t be too far away,” he smiled.
Once you finally got your drink, you both walked into the venue and to your seats. You both saw some friends and acquaintances, so you made sure to stop and chat with them prior to the show. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the rest of the girls coming in one by one. Each of you gave the other a small smirk, knowing you had accomplished your first task of the night.
Getting in without blowing the surprise performance.
And now, you had to wait and hope you accomplished the second task.
The performance itself.
**
The show had been on for an hour. Many performances had already taken place and they were phenomenal. Tons of awards had been handed out and it was getting closer to the time of your performance. Throughout the night, all of you were sneaking glances at each other. You were also sneaking glances to Harry as well.
He would give you a wink and a smirk every time he caught your eye. He even sent you texts off and on. You would shake your head each time you read his messages. He was definitely setting the scene for an afterparty only including the two of you.
When it was time for you to head backstage to warm up and change, each of you got up within in a few minutes of the other, so you all weren’t getting up at the same time. As you made your way towards the back stage, you gently ran your hand over Harry’s as you passed him. He squeezed your hand with a smile before you pulled it out and kept going.
Backstage you all were changed and warming up.
“I can’t believe we’re about to do this,” Rachel said.
“We’re gonna crush this, right?” Jess said.
“Not if you bitches go out there questioning it,” Daisy groaned. “We didn’t work our asses off the last two fucking days to give a shitty performance. These are our songs, our ideas, and our dances. This is us. The only thing is that we haven’t performed on stage together in a few years. But we’re still us, we’re still y/band’s/name.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud,” you sighed. “But Daisy’s right. Don't get me wrong, I’m nervous as hell, but we’re not doing anything on that stage that we’ve not done before.. except maying performing the new single, but other than that... we’ve done this more times than I can count. We’ve got this.”
“Group hug!” Rachel said opening her arms.
“Let’s fucking go!” Daisy smirked wrapping her arms around all of you.
You each took your places behind the screen. The venue was in complete darkness, at least as much as it could be. You took a deep breath and waited for the cue. The first song was an a capella piece that would transition into the opening of the next song.
And now it was time.
**
Gasps and screams erupted inside the venue as soon as everyone realized it was your group. It didn’t take long before all of your nerves left your body and the only thing left was pure adrenaline. Each of you hit every note and dance move. The lights, the pyro, and the other dancers meshed so well with the songs.
Just when everyone thought the performance was over, the opening notes of the new single started playing.
“Now, I know you didn’t think we’d come here tonight and not give you a new song, right?” Daisy smirked.
You didn’t even think it was possible, but the screams grew even louder. When you hit the final note/run of the song, you all stood there taking it all in. Your chest heaved up and down as you looked out into the crowd. Everyone from as far as you could see, was up on their feet cheering all of you on. Your gaze zeroed in on Harry and his was whistling as he cheered you on.
It was time for each of you to go backstage and of course, you were all bombarded with questions from reporters. After downing some water and answering a few questions, your manager finally shooed off the vultures and took you all back to your dressing room to change.
When you got there, Harry was already in the room and he quickly wrapped his arms around you.
“We did!” You screamed jumping in his arms. “We fucking did it!”
“I told you,” he smiled kissing you, “God, you girls were fucking amazing! The biggest performance of the night. I swear the crowd was the loudest of the whole night.”
“Do you think they liked the song?” Rachel asked.
“It’s already number one iTunes,” your manager said. “We released it just before the performance and it’s already number one. The fastest song to reach number one.”
“No, fucking way,” Daisy said taking the phone out of her. “HOLY SHIT!”
“I’m so proud of you,” Harry smiled.
“Thank you,” you smiled.
“Okay, love birds, now that this performance has been crushed, it’s time to fucking party and celebrate!” Jess smirked.
“She’s right!” Daisy said. “It’s afterparty time, bitches!”
“That okay with you?” you asked Harry.
“Hey, tonight’s your night, love, I’m just the plus one,” he joked.
You giggled pressing your lips against his. You were officially on cloud nine and you didn’t want to get off anytime soon.
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Ardent ~ Chp. 4
- I forgot to add chp. 4 i guess. Whoops.
Louise sat outside Steve’s curtain, seeing a few taller men glancing at her along with a few women. A man has come to her once or twice already, she quickly rejected their advances and waited for Steve.
“Wait here.” She hears the Doctor checking Steve speak.
“Is there a problem?” She hears Steve’s voice,
“Just wait here.” The Doctor says again and exits the curtain. Louise stiffens, her eyes darting around as she watches for some staff. She stands quietly, entering through the curtain to see Steve trying to slip his shoes on. She waves for him to hurry, just in case they need to run.
A MP opens the curtain, and Louise stands straight, as Steve did in the chair he sat in. The slightly older man steps in, and speaks.
“Thank you.” The man says to the MP, and he steps out and the curtain closes. The man glances at Louise, and she stands ready to fight or run.
“So, you want to go overseas. Kill some Nazis.” The man speaks up, and Louise pauses her stance, and stands slightly normal.
“Excuse me?” Steve asks, the man stepping up to him.
“Dr. Abraham Erskine. I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.” He shakes hands with Steve after he stood, the Doctor moving to shake her hand as well.
“Steve Rogers.” He responds and the Doctor moves to the patient table and sets down a file and opens it.
“Louise Grant.” She introduces him as he shook her hand as well for pleasantries.
“Where are you from?” Louise speaks up, holding her clasp wallet in her hands as she watches closely.
“Queens. 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?”
“No.” Louise replies, Steve shaking his head ‘No’ as well.
“Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Mmm? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities.” The Doctor says, flipping through Steve’s file Louise believed.
“That might not be the right file.” Steve tries, stopping at the Doctor’s words.
“No, it’s not the exams I’m interested in. It’s the five tries. But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?” He asks, stepping in front of Steve.
“Is this a test?” Steve asks, and the Doctor nods while answering.
“Yes.” The Doctor answers, sparing a small glance to Louise.
“I don’t wanna kill anyone. I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.” Steve finishes,
“Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what we need now is the little guy, huh?” The Doctor pauses, giving Steve a once over before deciding.
“I can offer you a chance.” The Doctor says, turning to pull the curtain back and exit.
“Only a chance.” The Doctor adds, glancing at the duo as they follow.
“I’ll take it.” Steve speaks up, as the Doctor opens his file.
“Good. So where is the little guy from, actually?”
“Brooklyn.” Steve says, and the Doctor hands Steve his file.
“Congratulations, soldier.” The Doctor says, stepping away, and gestures for Louise to step away with him. She looks to Steve who takes a breath of relief.
“You got this, darlin’.” She says in his ear, and Steve smiles as she steps away.
“Now, dear. May I conclude that you applied as a combat nurse, yes?” Dr. Erskine asks, holding another file, she presumed was hers.
“Yes, I did. May I ask why you inquire?”
“Just surveying your qualifications.” He answers vaguely, staring over her file.
“I’ve done the medical training, and have excelled in most fields.”
“Besides that?” He pushes, and she sighs slightly.
“So I could help my friends if they happen to be in the same regiment.” She adds, and the Doctor nods as he holds her blood sample in his hand. She glances at it, keeping her composure as he waits a few minutes for anything. She stays still and silent, and the Doctor nods after the time period.
“Very well, I will assign you with me. I will be frequenting Mr. Rogers regiment, you will be my affiliate. You seem to be very far in your field, it would be beneficial to add your expertise.” The Doctor exits the room, leaving the vial of the blood in the open. Louise grabs the vial after a few seconds, slipping it into her wallet and leaving discreetly into the expo.
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*past*
Louise held her small pack, her head lazily moving side to side. The brightness of the room around her caused her eyes to close.
“Luisa?” She hears a gruff voice in the distance, her eyes heavily opening and closing.
“Dad?” Louise whispers, her eyes finally staying open enough to see a blurry figure.
“What happened?” She hears her father speak again, listening in from her position.
“She fainted during our tests, we just drew some blood, so she may still have some dizziness. “Please take your time to exit.” Another male voice says and the sound of a door closing enters her ears. Louise pushes to sit up from a medical bed, scanning the small white room to find her father.
“Luisa, we need to go.” He steps to her, helping her teen being stand. He stood at 5’9, his brown hair and beard splotted with gray strands.
“Dad, what’s going on?” She asks, as he turns away and looks through a tray across the room.
“You know your difference, Luisa. We cannot take any risks, your mother doesn’t even know.” He states grabbing the two tubes of her blood. He takes two extras and fills them with his own, cleaning the evidence up before sneaking her out into the street life.
“Dad, is there something so wrong with me that you need to be this thorough?” She asks, slowing her sixteen year old body in the middle of a busy sidewalk.
“No, of course not. People are just short minded, you don’t need their acceptance. Just be careful they don’t use you.” He responds and takes her hand to continue home.
“Thank you then, Dad. For protecting me.”
“It’s my job, darling.” He answers, his new york accent thick as they continue walking.
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*present*
Louise passes the dance floor slowly, maneuvering through the large crowd. Reminiscing of her father, feeling the vial of blood in her wallet. She smiles at the memory in, as she steps down a few stairs and passes the dance floor. A hand lands on her waist, her body turning to face a random man.
“Dance with me, darlin’.” She pulls back slightly in disgust, glancing around.
“No, Thank you.” She pushes, and the man tries to pull her back. She stomps on the man’s foot, pushing him into the crowd to fall as someone else stepped to her.
“Are you ever gonna let me save you?” Bucky speaks up, holding his hand out for her.
“I’m not your typical damsel, James.” Louise replies, and goes to leave.
“Can I get a dance before I go?” Bucky says, following her a few steps and moving in front of her.
“Why aren’t you dancing with your girls?” She responds back, Bucky smirking slightly as he sensed the jealousy in her words.
“Because only one dame really matters more.” He retorts, holding his hand out again. Louise stares into his eyes. Searching for any doubt, after a few seconds she sighs and lays her hand in his own..
“Just one, Bucky.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.” She blushed slightly again as he took her to the dance floor and went to hold her waist as they began to sway to a slow song.
“I hope you won’t have too much fun without me.” Bucky says after a minute of silence, many other dance couples swaying to the music.
“Never in a million years, James.” She replies with a small smile, looking up to him lightly.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to lose my best dame.” He adds, and Louise’s smile slightly widens. He pulls away and twirls her softly, her dress swaying around and stopping as he catches her and begins to step with the dance as many others did.
“Never.” She whispers to him, and she was close as they twisted in the dance and connected once again. The song ends after another twirl and step. Louise looks to Bucky, the girls he was with forgotten to the side who stared. Louise took a step back and went to leave.
“Wait.” He catches her wrist, and she turns back facing him. He stares speechless, scanning her face once more. Louise sighs, breathing in deeply as she contemplates and decides.
“Louise, I- '' She steps up, pulling his face down slightly for a soft chaste kiss. Her lips soft against his own slightly chapped ones. She kisses both corners of his lips and pulls away with her hands leaving his face as he opens his eyes.
“That’s for your birthday.” She responds and steps away, leaving him quiet as she disappears into the expo to ready herself in the morning for the work with the Doctor
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