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Look My Way- Spencer Reid x Plus Sized!Reader

Look My Way-Spencer Reid Plus Sized!Reader

Summary: Reader overhears Spencer telling Derek he would never date them because of their weight. This affects them and the team tries to figure out what happened. HAPPY ENDING DON'T WORRY.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of ED, please tell me anything I missed.

A/N: This hit home tbh. I might make a part 2 depending on if you guys like this or not. Requests are open btw, so feel free to request.

It’s never been a secret that I’m bigger than most women. That my clothes are tighter than they should be. That I’m not the stereotypical image of a beautiful woman but that didn’t really matter. Especially not to my best friend Spencer.

I’ve known him since I first joined the BAU a few years after he did. We instantly clicked in a way I never had with anyone else. At first, I was insecure but Spencer assured me that there was nothing to worry about, that he would be my friend no matter what I looked like. Sure, we got a few weird looks in public, I guess my standing next to a very skinny tall man was surprising for others to see but I never let it get to me.

With all of these things in mind, I can’t help but feel insecure sometimes. Somedays, I’m the badest bitch, but others I feel worthless and ugly. I know it’s normal but unfortunately, today was one of those days. I never really mentioned anything about that stuff to Spencer so he was none the wiser unless he profiled me which we agreed not to do.

So today when I walked in today, feeling bigger than I am, my clothes feeling tighter than usual, I tried to suck it up, ready to see my best friend. I began to head into the kitchen first, needing some coffee to help me wake up and hopefully ease my mind but I stopped when I heard voices. It was Spencer and Derek talking.

“What about you, Pretty Boy?” I heard Derek say. “Is there any lucky lady in your life?” I almost wanted to walk in but stopped myself. I was certain there wasn’t anything going on with him but I didn’t want to intrude and have him change his answer, so I waited.

“N-no. Not really,” Spencer said. I smiled at his words, hearing that I was right. Again, I was about to walk in before I heard my name.

“Not even Y/N? I mean you guys spend a lot of time together,” Derek said and I could already see the look on his face. My heart started racing. I liked Spencer as soon as I laid my eyes on him, how could I not? He’s absolutely beautiful. I’ve liked him more than friends for a while but have been too shy to say anything. Curious for his answer, I waited again.

“You’re kidding right?” He sounded almost surprised, almost offended that Derek even asked.

“Well, why not?” Derek argued.

“Have you seen her? Sure I spend a lot of time with her but I could never be with someone like her,”

“Someone like what?” Derek asked, I could hear the slight anger in his voice and I was grateful.

“You know, someone different than me. She just isn’t my type,”

“And let me guess, your type is someone skinny with perfect eyes and blonde hair?” Derek questioned. Spencer didn’t respond so I couldn't. I didn’t know what was happening. “You know Spencer, I didn’t know you could be so shallow,”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” Derek began to say something else but I left before I could hear the rest.

My stomach hurts, my heart hurts. My eyes started welling with tears but I somehow managed to make it to the bathroom without letting them fall.

Did I really just hear Spencer, my long-time crush, my best friend say that he wasn’t interested in me because of my weight? I went into a stall and locked it, falling to my knees. I felt like I was going to throw up. He rejected me without even realizing it.

I don’t know for sure how long I was in the bathroom, it could’ve been hours, minutes. I didn’t even realize it until Emily came into the bathroom.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” I heard her call out. There was no use in lying so I hummed in response, getting off of my knees and exiting the stall. As I washed my hands, she stared at my puffy red eyes and face. I must’ve started crying too.

“What’s the matter honey?” she asked in a soft voice. She rubbed my back.

“I-I just don’t feel good,” I responded, shaking. She nodded and said she’d let Hotch know I wanted to go home. I could’ve stopped her but that was the best thing for me right now. To not have to see Spencer, whose desk was conveniently across from mine. After coming back to let me know I was free to go and telling me to get better, I left the bathroom, shamefully walking through the office and to the elevator.

Before I could press the button, I made a last-second decision to use the stairs. It would be good for me. By the time I made it downstairs, I was embarrassingly out of breath, having to stop for a second.

Finally getting to my car and home, I carelessly kicked off my heels and went into my bedroom. I was hungry, even though I had already eaten but didn’t give in to the hunger.

There’s a mirror in my bedroom, I usually admire myself in it but not today. I took off my clothes until I was just in my underwear, it didn’t help that I was wearing granny panties. I squished my stomach, looking at the stretch marks across my Y/S/C skin. They usually didn’t bother me but today they were all I could look at.

I turned to the side, seeing how my stomach stuck out, even more than my chest did. I sucked in and out, seeing a little difference. My eyes drifted down to my legs. They had to be my least favorite part. My thighs were huge, they spread out when I sat. They were covered in stretch marks as well as cellulite. No wonder why Spencer wasn’t attracted to me. I don’t know if I would be either.

Finally, I looked at my face. The way I had dropping skin under my chin, the way my hips stuck out more than they should and not in a good way. I had rolls and back fat. As I squeezed my skin, I heard my phone vibrating on my bed. Pulling my eyes away from the mirror, I headed over and picked it up.

3 missed calls from Spence

9 texts from Spence

Spence: Y/N where did you go? I saw you walk out.

Spence: Come on, please answer. Are you alright?

Spence: I saw Emily walking out behind you but she won’t tell me anything.

Spence: Y/N answer my calls, please.

Spence: Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Are you ignoring me?

Spence: What did I do wrong? Whatever it is, I'm sorry.

Spence: Okay I’m coming over.

Spence: I hope you’re home.

Spence: I told Hotch I’m coming to check on you, I’m on my way.

My heart began racing as I read those last few texts. He's coming over? The damn reason I left was to avoid this.

Me: Please don’t, I’m sick you’ll get it too.

Spence: I don’t care, besides I’m already here, give me a second.

HE’S HERE? Quickly, I pulled on some shorts and a big sweatshirt, hoping it would hide my figure. I paced around for a minute before hearing three urgent knocks on the door. I thought about ignoring it. I wanted to, but then I heard him through the door.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there, answer the door.” I almost answered but opted to call him instead. It rang for a second before he answered instantly.

“Spence you need to leave,” I tried to plead before he cut me off.

“Y/N answer the door. I’m not asking. Let me in, I need to know that you’re okay,”

“Spencer I’m fine,” I said, sniffing my nose to make it more believable.

“Y/N, please. I’m begging you, at least just let me see you,”

“If I open the door, you aren’t coming in, you aren’t even saying a word,”

“Okay, fine,” he agreed. I hung up the phone and walked over to the door, taking a breath before opening it. I didn’t realize I had started crying again until I felt another tear fall down my face. He looked me up and down with a worried expression, obviously wanting to say something. Looking at him made me disgusted, hearing his words in my mind again.

“Goodbye Reid,” I said before shutting the door in his face. I felt bad but as I thought about what he said about me, the guilt began to go away. I grabbed my phone and blocked his number. I was hesitant but I didn’t need anything like that happening again.

I avoided him after that. For a few days, he tried to catch my eye. He tried talking to me but I would pay no mind. As the days went by, my view of myself got progressively worse. I stopped talking to everyone really. I was beginning to be alone a lot but I didn’t mind, at least not now.

Today, three weeks later, I’m still alone. I’ve been invited out to drink but I always decline. I don’t eat lunch at work anymore. For some reason, Reid's words hit harder than anyone ever has. Why did I let them affect me so much?

When I walked into work today, I saw Reid wasn’t at his desk. It was unusual but I didn’t give it a second thought. In fact, no one was at their desks. It was odd. That was until I heard talking coming from the conference room. I would go look but I thought better of it because of what happened last time.

Sighing, I sat down, getting ready for a long day of paperwork and hunger. About 20 minutes after I sat, Hotch left the room and called my name.

“Y/N, you are needed in the conference room immediately,” He said in his deep intimidating voice. I nodded and began walking to the room. The walk felt like it took forever like I’d never make it until I was at the door. Walking in, everyone was staring at me with sad expressions.

“What’s going on? Is there a case?” I asked, wondering why everyone was giving me that look.

“Y/N we need to know what's wrong. You haven’t been yourself these past few weeks and we need to know why,” JJ spoke. Of course, I couldn’t hide my feelings from profilers. I silently cursed myself for being so easy to read.

“Especially if you want to go back out into the field. I need you to be your best and right now you aren’t. If you want me to allow you to go on to the next case, I advise you to say what's wrong.” Hotch said sternly. I nodded and swallowed the spit that collected in my mouth.

“Emily. Can I please talk to Emily?” I asked, not willing to say it in front of Spencer. Hotch nodded and motioned Emily to follow me out of the room. Before we left, I could see the hurt look on Spencer's face, presumably because I chose her instead of me. We went into the stairwell, where no one could hear us.

“Alright Y/N, I know you weren’t sick before, but that's when this all started,” Emily told me. “Start from the beginning and tell me what happened,” she said.

“It’s stupid,” I said shaking my head.

“No, it's not. Especially if it’s affecting my friend this much,” she assured me.

So I began to tell her.

“I...it started when I heard Derek and Spencer talking,” I explained and she nodded, telling me she was listening. “ Derek asked Spencer if he would date me because we spend a lot of time together I guess,”

“Makes sense,” she agreed.

“But when he asked, Spencer acted, I don’t know, upset. He was like ‘how could I date someone like her?’ Derek questioned him about it but he didn’t respond and I left before I could hear anything else,”

“What did he mean by ‘someone like you?” Emily asked and I laughed dryly, trying not to cry.

“Someone fat Emily,”

“I’m sure that’s n-”

“No, it is. I’m not stupid. Derek even said ‘What’s your type then? Skinny?’ and Spencer didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything out of guilt Emily,” I said, tears finally leaving my eyes for the first time that day.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how he could be so...so boyish,” Emily said, bringing me in for a hug.

“It’s alright, now I know that he’ll never like me like I do him,” I said, sniffing, holding her back.

“Wait...you like him?” she asked and I nodded. Shaking her head, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside of the conference room. “We are going to fix this,” she said before opening the door, letting go of my hand. I stood in the doorway as she barged.

“Reid, get your ass up,” Emily said with the same stern voice Hotch had earlier. He shot up out of his chair, you could practically see the sweat coming from his pores. “Come here,” she said and he immediately followed her directions. She grabbed his collar, pulling his ear next to her mouth, whispering something only he could hear. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped and nodded his head.

I turned and went back to the stairwell, assuming he was still behind me. I sat and looked at him, tears in my eyes, probably looking as ugly as ever.

“She said it was my fault, that I needed to fix this but I still don’t understand what’s wrong,” I shook my head and looked down at his chest, not being able to look him in the eye.

“I heard. I heard you and Derek talking in the kitchen a few weeks ago,” I knew he remembered what I was talking about. He remembers everything.

“Oh God,” he whispered.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, turning away. Spencer grabbed my hands right away.

“Of course it matters Y/N. You matter to me,” Spencer tried to assure.

“Yeah, that’s why you act like its the worst thing in the world to even think about being with me,”

“Y/N it’s not like that. I was deflecting, I swear. I was trying to hide how I really felt,”

“And how do you really feel?” I asked, finally looking at him. His eyes were red and tears were threatening to fall. I guess I didn’t expect this to affect him as much as it did.

“To be honest, I’m completely in love with you. I have been for a long time and I regret saying that, I really do,” But I shook my head.

“You don’t have to lie, Reid. I get it, I’m not JJ or Emily okay. I’m not as skinny as them but I can’t believe you even said that,” I argued.

“I’m not lying, and I’ll prove it to you,” he said getting up.

“Where are you going?” I asked but he didn’t answer me. He just left the stairwell and went back into the office area. I followed him back into the conference room and everyone looked up at us.

“I have something to confess to you all,” Spencer began, turning to me. “I am completely and utterly in love with Y/N, despite her appearance despite what anyone else thinks or says I am deeply in love with,” Spencer admitted. Everyone gasped, including myself. “And I made a mistake. A horrible mistake but I’m hoping she can find it in herself to forgive me and let me take her on a date tomorrow night,” All eyes are on me now. My breath slowed and I licked my lips.

Needless to say, I wasn’t expecting this. I nodded my head, fighting back a smile. I knew I wouldn’t forgive him right away, but I had to at least give him a chance and I don't regret it one bit.

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virgosuperior · 4 months

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Too much : Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Request: yes! Anthony and his wife having an argument.

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„My lord.”

One of Bridgertons’ most trusted servant knocked on the door of his office and was bold enough to enter inside without invitation.

„I specifically told everyone to not disturb me.” Anthony muttered, not giving his man more than a grunt of annoyance.

Viscount’s sudden change of attitude has been the talk of the whole house lately. After months of sweetness and caring and love between him and his beloved wife Lady Y/N Bridgerton of house Y/H/N something has switched.

For worse.

Man of the house has became distant (again), leaving his wife to tend to herself. Suddenly, his duties, his visits to the sibling’s, social activities (which was a synonim of spending hours at gentleman’s club) and travels to the other parts of the kingdom (seemingly to inspect the state of assets) took most of, if not whole of his time.

Everyone’s noticed.

And even without the viscount and his wife ending up on lady Whistledown’s latest brochure.

But truthfully with lord Bridgerton’s stubborn nature and finality there wasn’t much anyone could do, even considering all the sympathy for his young wife.

„I’m afraid you have a very important visit my lord.”

„Just tell whoever it is, that I’m not taking visits at the moment.”

„My lord -”

„Thomson, did you not hear what I said?” finally Anthony raised his gaze on the poor servant.

„It’s the viscountess, my lord.” the other man stuttered.

‘My mother?”

„Your wife, sir.”

„Oh, right....” of course, now Y/N was the viscountess, but somehow it was easy to forget she has been holding that title.

„Shall I - shall I tell the lady to come back another-?”

„No. No I’ll see my wife now.” Anthony sighed and since there was no other word from him the butler froze, unsure of how to behave „Well? Let her in, will you?” there was the annoyance again.

The door was opened and there she was.

Y/N. In all her glory, looking beautiful as always, wearing that dress that always took Anthony;s breath away since she nearly glowed while walking. Her smile did not even falter for a second as she nodded to the servant in a silent acknowledgement, but her eyes were cold and sad, uncovering she hasn’t in fact been well lately. Regardless of the rumours, allegations that the viscount stopped loving her after no more than a year since marriage and got himself a lover (please don’t let it be Sienna all over) she held her head high and kept the appearances. No one had to know that the cheerful, graceful viscountess Bridgerton were spending her nights alone in a cold marriage bed, tossing, turning, tormenting herself with thoughts and longing for the embrace of the man she loved with all her heart.

‘Husband.” she said calmly once the door closed behind her, leaving her just standing in front of him awkwardly.

„Wife.”

„I didn’t have the faintest idea I do need to announce my visit in advance. I shall correct that mistake in the future if that’s your wish my lord.”

„Is there any specific reason of why you’re here Y/N?”

„Is my presence here this disturbing to you my lord?”

The scribbling on the paper was the only answer she got and it finally broke all her inhibitions and pretences.

"Anthony!"

"What?" he snapped looking up at her from the pile of documents on his desk.

"Talk to me!"

"I'm busy!"

"And I'm lonely! You've been spending time with Benedict and Colin and Daphne and your siblings and god knows where else but not me!"

"They are my family, Y/N."

"I am your family! This is not what your mother-"

"Don’t you dare-" he stood up abruptly almost tripping the chair, throwing daggers at her. "Don't you dare say a word about my mother!"

Now that's a drama the whole household heard.

„Your mother-” she tried again, this time more sternly taking one step forward „showed me nothing but kindness. Your whole family showed me nothing but kindness. All of them. Except-”

„Don’t finish it.” he warned but it came much more like a spat.

„-you.”

„Well I didn’t force you to marry me!”

The silence that fell between them after that one sentence was deafening. Nothing has ever hurt Y/N this much in her entire life. Never before Anthony has let himself say such cruel words in the moment of weakness and anger. All because he felt too much, because he needed and loved her too much.

„No.” she said with a tiny voice, her face going as pale as the wall behind her. „no, you didn’t force me. Not sure if you didn't do it to yourself.”

‘Y/N....” Anthony took a step towards her reaching his hand in a poor attempt to form a word that would remedy the situation, help him explain himself and bring her some comfort. „I didn’t mean-”

„I’m sorry I’ve seemingly ruined your life, my lord.”

„That is not-”

„Please accept my deepest condolences and apologies for ruining your blooming love life with that actress you knew. Know. Shall you remind me her name?”

„Y/N!” he shouted in pure desperation.

„Her name, Anthony!” now she was using her noble voice, leaving no word for discussion even to the viscount.

„No.”

„Sienna.” Y/N hissed through clenched teeth, her behaviour far from lady-like. „That’s her name isn’t it? Sienna?”

„You can’t help but remind me of the past mistakes, don’t you, my lady?” her husband growled turning her back to her not wanting to see her face anymore. „You’re the one I vowed to.”

‘Forcefully, apparently. Maybe the only mistake you made was letting me walk the aisle and taking my hand while saying I do.”

„Maybe it was! Maybe I didn’t give enough thought to it! Perhaps I didn’t consider that seeing you every day, walking the rooms of my house, using the title of my wife, naming yourself viscountess Bridgerton will be too much to bare to my heart!”

What Anthony did not consider at that moment was that Y/N would take it way differently than he intended.

He was merely thinking that it was too much too handle cause he was not used to being so attached, so dependant, so - well,forgive me the word - needy. Of her, her touch, her words, her presence, her everything. Hence the distant he put between him and his wife. Perverse nature made him run away before loosing her.

Ironically, causing her to turn away, barely holding back tears, instead of falling into his arms. (such a surprise, right?)

„Forgive me my lord, for keeping your mind occupied with my humble person for too long. I am but nothing if not a modest woman, unworthy of the attention of the viscount.”

Oh god, what did he do...?

„You are -”

„Below you. Obviously. Perhaps I should have considered your coldness and self-isolation as well. I don’t -” she gulped „I don’t understand what happened to you, Anthony.”

„I-” as pathetic as that was her husband was trying to explain himself to her.

„Feelings overwhelm you Anthony.” that was something he could not disagree with „Now, my lord, if you’ll excuse me, I shall leave, since as you said - you’re busy and I clearly bring you this much displeasure. I shall not bother you again any time soon.”

Before he could stop her Y/N bowed to him in a way more formal and distant way Anthony would wish for, and simply walked away. Leaving him frozen, desperate and broken with the urge to run after her, apologise and reason with that fiery woman who always knew how to make his blood boil. He wanted to hold her, love her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear while feeling her in the most intimate way a man and a wife could ever be together.

But did nothing while she disappeared behind the door.

„Prepare my carriage” she commanded the first servant that came her way.

„Yes, my lady, may I ask to what destination?”

„I’m going to visit my sister-in-law.”

„Certainly lady Briderton. It’ll be ready for you.”

„And not a word of it to my husband.”

„But my lady -”

‘Not a single word. This is an order, not a request.”

She needed a word with the only person who could possibly understand.

part 2 possible... (I think ;) )

edit: not enough

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virgosuperior · 4 months

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1 year (Chandler Bing x reader)

Author’s note: Basically where, in London, Chandler and Monica sleep together, and they instantly regret. Chandler extremely regrets it because he has a girlfriend of 6 months.

Warning- cheating and yelling? I also did a pretty bad job writing this. Angst.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Chandler Bing x reader ______________________________________________________________

“Let’s go everybody! Move! Move! Move!” Monica yelled as she ran in and out, again, of Chandler and Joey’s appartment.

“Can you believe that we have to spend 6 hours on a plane with her?” Chandler said as he turned to me.

“Can you believe that we are spending our 6-month anniversary away from each other?” You asked.

“Why aren’t you coming? Just imagine how amazing it would be if you came.” Chandler asked hugging you for the last time before he left.

“Honey, I have this huge storyboard meeting that we have been planning for months! If this goes well this can change my career, just think about us. And when you get back, we can do everything as if it was our anniversary. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna miss you.” You said. Chandler kissed you softly on the lips, before pulling away and mumbling a ‘Me too.’

——-Time skip to right after the meeting——–

The meeting went extremely well, it seemed like everyone enjoyed your pitch for the new cartoon that you had in mind. You were packing up your things that you had presented in the meeting hall when a Japanese women went up to you.

“Hello, are Miss. (Y/l/n)?” She asked.

“Yes, but you can just call me (Y/n).” You said kindly, “is there something you need?”

“Yes,” the women said while giving you a business card, “my name is Veda Mori, from Toei Animations Studios, and we were wondering if you wanted to work for us.”

You looked at her questionably before saying, “I’m sorry what?”

“Oh I’m sorry, let me start from the beginning. We have been interested in your drawings and your pitches for a while, and we wanted you to come on board for us. If you do we are willing to pay for your apartment and-”

“Wait, apartment? Where is this place?”

“Japan. If you make this move it would only be a year before we would be able to transfer you back to New York and-”

“I’m sorry, but no.” You said as you continued to pack up your stuff.

“But why?” The women asked.

“This job may not give me enough opportunity as I want it to, but I have a boyfriend here and friends here. Maybe in the future, but not now.” You said apologetically.

“Well, if you change your mind, please call my number on the card.” the women said before walking away.

—-ANOTHER TIME SKIP—–

You were setting up a dinner at Chandler’s so when he gets back from London, he can relax and eat the food that you prepared. You already had the food on the table, which was Mac and Cheese (his favorite food) and mozzarella sticks (his favorite appetizer). You were almost done lighting the candles when you heard the door open. You turned around to see Chandler, as soon as he saw you, he dropped his luggage and he mumbled an ‘oh, my god’. You smiled before running over to him and pulling him into a tight hug. Chandler quickly hugged back, but when you pulled away, he had a weird expression on his face.

“Are you okay?” You asked Chandler.

“Um yeah, yeah. Wow,” he said changing the topic, “did you make food?”

“Yeah, you know, for the 6-month anniversary thing.”

-tiny time skip-

“wait, so Ross is married, but Emily won’t talk to him?” You asked as you continued to eat the food. You were glad that at the end of the day, you still got to talk with Chandler.

“Yes! I mean it’s just been crazy!”

“So, did anything happen to you?” You asked.

“Um yeah. I actually wanted to talk to you about that.” Chandler said getting up.

“Are you ok Chandler?” You asked. But instead of the panic look, he smiled. And at that moment, Chandler knew he couldn’t tell you what he did with Monica. He couldn’t lose you. He knew he could take the chance to lose the girl that he was after for so long.

“Yeah, do you want to go and get dessert?” Chandler asked while reaching out for her hand.

“Don’t you need to unpack first?”

“I would rather spend this time with you.” He said smiling.

—–Time skip to the next day——

Everyone (except for Rachael because hse was in Greece) was having breakfast. After breakfast, Phoebe had to go and get this pregnant hair product, weird but this is Phoebe, Chandler had to unpack, and Ross and Joey wanted to go and get some London beer that ‘changed their life’. It was just you and Monica.

“Listen (Y/n), I just wanted to apologize for everything. I know Chandler already explained that this entire thing was a big mistake and we were drunk and it-”

“Mon, Mon, Mon, what on earth are you talking about?” You asked putting down your bagel.

“Me sleeping with Chandler.” She said. Your eyes widened at this point. Monica slept with your boyfriend. Monica slept with the person you were in love with.

“You, You slept with my boyfriend?”

“He didn’t tell you?” You shook your head ‘no’ as you stared off into space. Your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend. “Oh no no no no no. (Y/n) I am so sorry. It meant nothing we were both extremely drunk and we both immediately regretted it and-”

“JUST SHUT UP MONICA.” You yelled as you stood up. “I thought I could trust you. I thought that you were my friend.”

“(Y/n) I am your friend just please I’m sorry.”

“I just need to get out of here.” You said leaving. As Monica watched you walk out, she knew that she regretted telling you and that she messed up the relationship that could have been forever.

—-Time Skip——

“You WHAT?” said the gang, after Chandler and Monica admitted what they had done.

“We were drunk, it meant nothing,” Chandler exclaimed.

“What about (Y/n)?” Rachael asked (yes she was back from Greece).

“I’m not telling her. How can I? I spent months and months just wishing I was with her, and I can’t ruin what I have with her.” Chandler said sitting down. At that moment, (Y/n) came into the apartment.

“Chandler, can I talk to you.”

“Yeah,” Chandler replied nervously to her. He scrambled up out of Monica and Rachael’s and into his apartment. Once they both got inside, the gang went into the hallway to see if they could hear what is happening. They heard yelling and crying for a while, then silence. They stepped back at the perfect time for (Y/n) to walk out the door and mumble an ‘I’ll see you guys tomorrow’ before leaving. The door was open to Chandler’s apartment and they just saw him sitting there, staring off into nothingness.

“what happened?” Joey asked.

“We broke up.”

—–ANOTHER TIME SKIP (sorry)——

A few days later, Joey was practicing his lines for this audition while everyone was down at the coffee house, but Chandler was at work trying to keep his mind off of everything. That was when (Y/n) decided to go to Joey’s apartment. “Hey, Joey.” You said. He looked up shocked before running over for a hug. Joey pulled back before asking if you were ok. “There’s something I need to talk about. Um, when you guys were in London. I was offered a job making animations for Japan. Yesterday, I took it.” He looked at you shocked.

“why?” Joey asked.

“I just can’t be here right now. I’m probably not gonna come back for at least a year.”

“A YEAR?” Joey yelled.

“Joey, please. I just want you to tell everyone that I just need time. I’ll be back, but this can be a big opportunity for me. I just wanted to tell you that before I go.”

“When are you leaving?” He asked in a panic-ee tone.

“Now, but listen, I will call and try to visit, but goodbye Joey.” That was the last Joey had seen from (Y/N) for a while. He tried calling Chandler to tell him before it was too late. But it was.

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virgosuperior · 6 months

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Party’s over

Part 1

Summary: Colby fucked up bad. Choosing his girl best friend amber over his girlfriend on his girlfriends birthday.

Warning: cussing, angst, fluff between best friends, insecurities.

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader.

I could feel jakes sympathetic gaze on me as I paced back and forth biting the nail on my thumb, a habit I exhibited when in distress. There was no way you could miss how uneasy I was, the anxiety stinking up the room. “ maybe he’s caught up in traffic.” His voice broke the silence in my bedroom. I closed my eyes in annoyance letting out a sigh, I wasn’t annoyed at Jake I was annoyed at my boyfriend Colby. We had been together 2 years and for some reason he chose today of all days to flake on me, my 25th birthday. I turned to face the boy who sat on my bed trying to comfort me. “ he hasn’t messaged me all day Jake. I woke up and he was gone. No happy birthday nothing.” I told him blinking rapidly to push back the tears threatening to spill over my water line.

He nodded dropping his head knowing we both knew Colby had forgotten my birthday so there was no use in giving me false hope. I stared up at ceiling trying to make sure no tears dropped on my makeup I had worked hard on. I wouldn’t lie but I was hurt, I never cared to make a big deal out of celebrating my birthday as long as I was surrounded by the most important people in my life, Colby being the most important of them all had convinced me to make a fuss this year only for him to leave me hanging. The clenching i felt in my chest traveled up to my jaw as my feelings shifted from being sad to being furious.

A knock broke the silence causing Jake and I to look at who was entering my room. “ hey, sorry, i couldn’t get a hold of him.” Sam waved his phone at me giving me a sympathetic smile. I nodded reaching up weakly to smooth my hair down from me running my hands through it so much. “ I’m sure he’s fine , you should come down and enjoy your party.” The blonde boy tried consoling me. “ he better be lying in a ditch bleeding out.” I snapped instantly feeling bad but I was angry his location was off and he wasn’t answering my calls or messages. I never checked Colby’s location but we had shared it in case of emergencies back when we were just friends. I just couldn’t believe he wasn’t here , I had brushed every red flag off indicating he had forgotten thinking maybe he was planning a surprise trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I followed the two boys out of my room and downstairs to where my birthday party was being held. The loud bass of the music vibrating throughout my body dulling the already present ache there.

I was wished a happy birthday by hundreds of people but none of them being the person I really wanted, only spreading the sadness throughout my body. I faked a smile and cheered along with everyone accepting a couple drinks to help me forget why I was down. Honestly fuck Colby wherever he was, I didn’t need him to enjoy myself, I found myself thinking as I threw my head back downing a shot of tequila earning cheers from a couple people surrounding me. I laughed throwing my arms up and cheering along with them momentarily forgetting my concerns.

I felt my phone buzz in my left pocket so I reached down to grab it walking away from the make shift bar in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows in confused at the notification stating that Colby Brock had posted on his instagram. I had alerts on for whenever he posted so i thought it was odd since he wasn’t responding. Clicking on it his posted showed up, a mirror pick of him and amber, amber smiling big and leaning her head on his shoulder. My smile dropped and my body ran cold making me freeze in the middle of the room. He had forgotten my birthday because he was hanging out with amber, I knew they were friends and I didn’t have a problem until they started getting flirty with each other.

I was fighting back tears faking a smile at a friend who cheered walking past me. How could I be so stupid of course he would forget the moment he was with her. She’s beautiful and I’m just me, she had full plump lips, flawless skin, her body was to die for and here I am, plain and ordinary me. My skin all of sudden felt dirty and I felt like I looked ridiculous wearing these jeans and revealing shirt, my makeup felt heavy and caked on now and I know you could see the pimple I had on my cheek. Wiping the stray tear on my left cheek I put my head down and rushed to the bathroom to recollect myself.

My arm was tugged back making me fall into sams chest where he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him not able to hide my watery eyes and pouting lips. “ I’m sorry bubble, he fucked up and I let him know he isn’t aloud near you when he gets home” he comforted tugging me towards my original location. I guess he had seen the post as well but I’m just glad he knew his best friend fucked up. I couldn’t stop the water works once the blonde boy called me by my nickname, and I couldn’t help but think why was Sam here and not Colby. I sobbed clinging onto him wishing I was dreaming and I was hugging my blue eyed boyfriend instead of crying over him. He shushed me rocking us back and forth patting my head hoping it would calm me down which it did for a bit.

“ Katrina will come up with you while I try to kick people out ok ?” He asked making me look up at him. I nodded thankful that I could count on Sam to be there for me. I raced up the stairs hoping not many people saw me and rushed into my room changing into some sweat pants and big hoodie. Katrina had walked in with some water and snacks as I was rinsing my face off placing them on my bed and walking into my bathroom.

“Hey bubbles, how are you holding up.” She asked handing me my towel to dry off my face. I pouted at her looking at her with my bloodshot eyes knowing she already knew the answer. “ come on, Colby’s a dumbass.” She pouted back bringing me in to hug her. “ I didn’t think he was this big of a dumbass.” I sniffled angrily nuzzling my head into her shoulder. My phone started ringing from the bed making us both look at it. My lip trembled as I saw the familiar caller contact pop up, a picture of Colby and I smiling into our kiss reminding me how much It hurt that that I loved him so much when he was doing the bare minimum. Kat reached out turning my phone off causing me to raise my eyebrows at her.

“ he’s been ignoring you all day, we’re just matching his energy.” She shrugged guiding me towards my bed tucking me in and making herself comfortable as my big spoon, I couldn’t help but giggle at her accepting her cuddles. “ you know, if it doesn’t work out with Colby I could break up with Sam and date you.” She whispered causing me to close my eyes and let out a laugh. Of course kat would be the one to cheer me up, I considered her my best friend for that reason. Ever since we met, we hit it off always being there for each other and being each others number one fan.

We laid in silence her arms wrapped around me providing the warmth and love I sought from Colby. It broke me that my best friend was setting the standard higher than Colby was but it was opening my eyes. Maybe I loved Colby more than he loved me, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to show him and harder for him to show me. Maybe I had been so in love with him I was turning a blind eye to what was in front of me, he had gone out of his way to get amber tickets to a show she wanted to see for her birthday and I so stupidly had helped him get them calling around to different vendors to get them. Was I keeping him from being with the person he really wanted to be with? Amber wasn’t a bad person so I know she would never try to purposely ruin my relationship but this was on Colby.

Tears dropped down my cheeks as I laid there silently hoping I wouldn’t wake Katrina who had just fallen asleep. I wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, was I really that replaceable or forgettable. I could hear Sam downstairs making an announcement that the party was over, somehow that made my heart break even more. The party was over and he was still at her house, he had been with her all day not even bothering to let me know he was ok.

Pretty soon all you could hear were Kats light snores and the crickets outside as everyone had left. Sam had some in to say goodnight before making his way into his own room deciding to let kat sleep with me since I seemed to need her more. As I laid there for a couple hours in self pity I heard the familiar engine of his red corrola pull into the drive way and the door shut. I screwed my eyes shut trying to fight even more tears from falling at each sound of his footsteps climbing the stairs. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted from him, did I want him to leave me alone or did I want him to make things right. Did I just want the chance to be petty back or did I want to fix things. My breath caught in my throat as he stood right outside my door his shadow visible from under the door my heart pounded and I could hear it in my ears. I don’t know how I kept myself from shaking as he opened the door to peak in, I pretended to be asleep hoping it was make him go away.

He never did come in, he shut the door and walked away.

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Hi guys ! I know I haven’t been posting but Ive had writers block 😭

Im hoping to make this a two part series so stay tuned ! Let me know if you have any suggestions!

Also It’s been weeks and I can’t wrap my head around the fact that Sam and kat are broken up 💔

As for the nickname bubbles I literally just pulled that out of my ass, I’m trying to refrain from giving my characters a name or using y/n.

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virgosuperior · 6 months

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Saviors

summary; When you have nowhere to stay- and you're falling tired- you turn to the Crescent Hotel to sleep. You roomed next to four people, and they help you when something traumatic happens in your hotel room.

warnings: Cussing, hella paranormal activity, major? injuries, anxiety attack. (i changed a few things from the video tho)

pairing: colby brock x fem reader

Now playing; see how I circle / labyrinth

Up next; oblivion -grimes

Genesis-grimes

The sky started to darken, mirroring my negative mood. I sighed, feeling fatigue slowly start to take over my body.

Turning my black car's driving wheel, I drove into the 'Crescent Hotel" parking lot. I sighed, stepping out of the car and opening the trunk.

I grabbed an outfit, and shoved it into a bag before grabbing my purse and locking the car up.

I glanced up at the balcony of a room, seeing a dark figure stare at me intensely. My eyes widened and I felt goosebumps form on my skin.

The night was dark and cold, forcing a shiver make its way up my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest, as I shivered in my white dress. I approached the hotel doors, and quickly made my way inside, protecting myself from the cold misty air that surrounded me.

I walked in, feeling a heavy amount of energy fall onto my shoulders. I frowned deeply, before spotting an adorable black cat seated on the couch. I walked up to it and pet its soft fur, feeling my heart become warm. A smile grew on my face as I temporarily forgot about the dark, sad and longing feeling that lingered in the air, before walking up to the front desk.

"Hi, can I get a room for one night, please?" I offered a kind smile to the lady seated behind the counter. She returned the smile, and handed me a room key. 'Room 201'

"You'll be staying at room 201. That'll be 130$." My eyes widened at the price, but I was desperate for sleep. I opened my purse and grabbed my wallet, pulling out 150$.

"Keep the change." I smiled, collecting my stuff before heading up the spiraled stairs.

I was walking down a hallway, when I heard a faint "Damn baby! Back it up on over here, if ya will." In an accent. I turned around, fear gripping onto my chest. There was nobody there. I was completely alone. I frowned deeply, before rushing back to the stairs.

It took me a while, but I finally made it to my hotel room. I sighed happily, despite the feeling of sadness surrounding me.

I noticed a brunette boy leaving hotel room 202 and I smiled kindly at him. He returned the smile, as my eyes wandered to the camera located in his left hand. I tilted my head and raised a brow a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He laughed. "I'm a youtuber. Me and my friends are recording a video."

I was still confused. "What's so special about this place?" I looked around. I acknowledged the negative and sad energy around me, but shrugged it off.

"You don't know?" He asked me curiously.

"Know what?" I was a lot more confused now.

"This hotel is haunted." My eyes widened. it makes sense now. The figure on the balcony and the sad energy around here. No wonder.

"That makes sense." I shrugged, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"Why? Did you see something?" He asked me, concern swirling behind his blue eyes.

"Yeah I saw a figure on a balcony, but i just thought it was a person. Though it was creepy enough to give me goosebumps. It also feels sad. And angry here. Like there some sort of longing feeling. I also got catcalled by something that wasn't there. " I explained, giggling a bit at the end.

"Do you mind if i record you explaining that? If not that's alright. But it would be great to let the fans know."

"Sure, Mr. Popular." I smirked teasingly. He rolled his eyes playfully and turned on the camera and angled it at me.

"Okay so tell us what happened again...?" He trailed, searching for something.

"Y/n." I smiled.

"Okay so tell us what happened, Y/n."

"Soo, when i arrived here, I had no clue it was haunted, until this handsome stranger told me." I smiled and winked jokingly. "But before I came in here, I saw a figure standing on a balcony and it was just.... staring at me. It gave me goosebumps. And after that, the second I stepped foot into the hotel the energy surrounding me felt, sad. Like previous people here were longing for something. And a bit of anger was hidden beneath the longing and sadness. I also got catcalled, but when I turned around I was alone. Whatever happened here must've been pretty bad." I explained for a second time but in more detail. "I still don't know what happened here, I just know that it's haunted."

I smiled at the boy behind the camera. "I'm colby, by the way." He mirrored my smile.

"Thanks for letting me know what I was getting myself into, Colby." I giggled as he put the camera down.

"Yeah, Sure." He laughed, his deep voice sending butterflies to my stomach. Heat rises to my cheek before he continued. "If you need anything me and my friend, Sam, will be in here. And maybe our other two friends. You're also welcome to join us, we're gonna be ghost hunting."

"Yeah i'll consider it." I smiled kindly once more. "Thanks, Colby."

"No problem." he waved, returning the smile before walking down the hall. I opened my hotel room, rushing in and throwing my bag on my bed.

I sighed happily, finally being able to sleep. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and I shivered a bit before trying to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I changed out of my white dress, and replaced it for pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt with holes for my thumbs.

I put fresh socks on before turning out the light and quickly hopping into the big bed.

I saw something in the corner, just before fatigue took over my body.

'Wake up' A females voice whispered in my ear.

I shot out of bed quickly, my eyes wide. Sweat dripped down the side of my head as I looked around my room. "Hello??" I said out loud. No response.

I shrugged it off as my imagination, and tried to fall back asleep.

—

I rubbed my eyes, tiredly sitting up.

“Why do I keep waking up.” I whispered to myself, picking up a clock that rested on a nightstand to the left of me.

“3:33.” I read out loud. “Isn’t that an Angel number?”

I shrugged it off, before I heard a mumbling. My head shot up and stared into the darkness that lie before me.

I squinted, trying to see into the black fog. I saw a figure. Staring at me. Menacingly. My eyes widened as I froze in fear.

A faint “What do you want?” Tore from my parted lips.

It didn’t respond, to nobody’s surprise, yet still stood there.

I sat in the king sized bed, slowly building up to courage to make a run for it.

When the courage was built, I leapt out of bed and ran for the door, only to be flung away from it.

I hit the wall, with a loud ‘thud,’ before landing on the floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes after I groaned in pain. My back was definitely gonna be bruised.

I crawled for the door as fast as I could, but got violently dragged by an invisible force. I dragged my nails against the carpet.

Once it let me go I quickly rush to stand up, but go aggressively pushed against the wall. The side of my face slammed into the wall, as an unbearable pain shot through my cheek at the violent contact. A Bible flew through the air, and hit me in the face. Blood dripped down my nose as I cried in pain. I heard loud knocking on my door and my eyes widened.

“Y/n!? Are you okay?!” A familiar voice shouted.

I tried to get to the door but cried out when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my back.

I sobbed, feeling myself get dragged once more before the entity let go. I jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open. I was met with four concerned faces, three of them being un-familiar.

I sobbed into my hands, as the traumatic event played over and over in my head.

“What the fuck happened?!” Colby asked.

“Are you okay?!” The blonde boy next to him asked.

“Th-there was something in there!!” I cried out as a blonde girl rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Come to our room for a second. We’ll help you and you can tell us everything.” A black haired girl said, her brows furrowed in worry.

I nodded, following the two girls as the two boys checked my hotel room for anyone.

We entered their hotel room and I sat down on the red sofa.

The blonde girl brought back a tissue and a cold water bottle.

I used the tissue for my nose, after giving a small thanks. I placed the water bottle on the huge bruise on my cheek.

“I’m kris.”

“Celina. And the other boys are Sam and Colby.” Celina said.

“Th-thank you guys.. so much.” You smiled gratefully.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“I-I don’t know… there was this thing and it-it threw me around like I was a fucking rag doll.” I joked a bit, before wincing from the pain radiating on my back.

“I-I think it scratched my back.” I added. Colby came over to me and asked if he could raise my shirt. I nodded and turned around while he lifted it up.

Though I couldn’t see, they all had wide eyes and opened mouths.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed. “Y/n do you mind if I record this?” He asked kindly, okay with either answer.

“You can, I don’t mind, it just hurts really bad.” I said in a pained voice. “Colby can you take a picture of it and show me?” I asked softly.

He said yes before snapping a picture of it. I stared at the picture in shock, a giant bruise on my side and three, long, bloody scratch marks starting from my upper back and ending right before the waistband of my shorts.

“Holy shit” i mimicked sam just as he started recording my injuries. I turned around and showed the rest.

“Do you wanna stay in our room for the rest of the night?” Colby offered.

“Yes please.” I said, a pleading look lingered in my eyes. “I don’t wanna go back into that room.” Tears welled up in my eyes as Celina and Kris both side-hugged me.

“It’s ok, Y/n you don’t have to.” Kris said, her brows furrowed.

“You’re safe with us. Especially the boys cause they’re a lot stronger than us.” Celina joked, attempting to lighten the mood. I laughed a long, wiping my tears.

“Thanks guys.” I said gratefully.

“Anytime.” The group postponed further exploration of the building so they could make sure I was alright.

Celina and Kris called it a night, heading to their own room to sleep or try to contact anything.

I started to get sleepy while Colby was treating my wounds. “I’m tired.” I admitted.

“I’m almost done, just try to stay up for one more minute.” He applied ointment to the scratches and ice to the bruises.

I was definitely gonna tell the hotel about this in the morning. Even though some people wouldn’t believe me, it was worth a shot.

Once Colby was done in informed me of it and I crawled under the sheets and lied in the middle of the bed.

Sam and Colby lied on either side of me, and yet I still unconsciously cuddled closer to Colby.

“Goodnight.” I sighed, feeling safe with the two boys I had only just met.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

—

The end.

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virgosuperior · 8 months

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Cheat

Pairing: Chandler Bing x female Geller! Reader?? Monica Geller x Chandler Bing

Warning: cheating, heart break, small smut, pregnancy, pain, hand being crushed with the car door, hospital, breast feeding, boobs?, lmk what else

Summary: It was a drunken mistake. Its what they told each other. Y/N couldn’t face anyone and when she finds out she’s pregnant all she wants to do is leave.

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They were at a bar. They just wanted to have fun. She was dancing around with a content smile. Chandler had a soft smile as he stared at her.

“Come on Chandler” she said bouncing around as she grabbed his hand.

“No.. okay okay” Chandler laughed

The next thing they knew Chandler was kissing down her stomach with Y/N’s back arched

“Chandler, please ” she breathed

“What do you want?” He asked kissed just below her panties.

“Please Chandler” she whined

—

Chandler adjusted the lights as he looked down at Y/N sighing in content then getting up abruptly waking her up.

“What the h- what the hell!” Y/N exclaimed when she noticed. Chandler.

“Oh my god no no no no” Chandler kept mumbling. Y/N kept saying curses as she paced her bedroom.

“What the hell are we going to do?!” Y/N exclaimed

“We should probably not tell anyone this happened! It was a mistake!” Chandler exclaimed not knowing what to say

Y/N ignored the hurt and nodded understanding

“Yeah yeah I mean you’re going to get married! Fuck she’ll hate me” Y/N whispered sitting on her bed.

“No she won’t because she won’t know what happened. It never happened.” Chandler stated

“Yeah yeah okay” Y/N nodded

“I-I need to go. Monica’s probably wondering where I am. I’ll see you later yeah?” Chandler questioned as he put his clothes on.

She nodded but didn’t say anything.

“We just have to act normal when we’re in the same room” Chandler shrugged

Y/N scoffed “you cannot for the life of you lie like this”

“Well I have to. For Monica” Chandler said

—

It’s been fourteen weeks since she’s seen anyone. She felt so guilty and couldn’t face Monica. Monica was getting worried. Even when Y/N mafe so many excuses not to see them, all she wanted to do was lay in bed.

She decided to move out of New York. She could never face them while she was pregnant.

When she heard the knock at the door and saw it was Chandler she quickly ignored it.

“I know your in there. Your cars out in the front” Chandler said

She sighed opening the door. When Chandler saw there was nothing in her apartment but a bag and a small box.

“You’re leaving?” Chandler asked

“Yeah” she nodded

“Why? It was a mistake and it won’t happen again. Monica has no clue about what happened she’s worried about you.” Chandler said

“I just can’t be here. She’ll ask until she gets what she wants. I can lie but when I want her to stop bugging me I tell her.” Y/N exclaimed

“What are you so afraid about it you can lie?” Chandler asked

“I’m pregnant Chandler!” Y/N almost yelled

“What?” He whispered

“I can’t be here when you’re going to get married with her. She’ll poke and poke until I tell her who the father is. I need to leave.” Y/N cried

“Oh my god” Chandler whispered

“I know but it’s okay. You don’t need to be involved I’m leaving anyways.” Y/N shrugged whipping her tears.

“Where are you going?” Chandler asked watching as she picked up her bag and going for the box but he quickly grabbed it from her.

“I’m moving a few miles out of New York” she said

“Monica wants you as her bridesmaid” Chandler said as they walked to her car.

“Well tell her I’m sorry I can’t make it.” Y/N said watching Chandler put the box in her car.

“Y/N come on. She really misses you. We all do.” Chandler said

“I’m sorry Chandler I just can’t okay.” Y/N shook her head

“Why not? It was a one time thing” Chandler said

“To you it doesn’t matter okay but to me it does. I have been in love with you since I was in high school. With you stupid hair even. I ignored when Monica and you got together because you seemed happy. And that’s all I wanted. Me leaving will make everything better.” Y/N stated as she got in her car slamming the door. Chandler being Chandler put his hand to stop her and got them squished causing her to gasp.

“Son of a-“ Chandler mumbled as he held his hand in his chest.

Y/N quickly got out and went to grab his hand. “I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine” Chandler said moving his fingers.

“We should go to the hospital” Y/N said

“No I’ll be okay it just hurts really bad” Chandler winced

“Just, come on okay we’ll just check it out okay?” Y/N tried convincing him causing his to nod with a smile. He needed her to talk to him.

—

As Chandler and Y/N left the hospital. Chandler looked at her. If you looked close you could see her bump that she was supposed to cover.

“Monica misses you” Chandler said

“I’m sorry I just can’t face anyone.” Y/N said

“Please just today even for five minutes.” Chandler begged

“Okay fine” Y/N nodded “but only for a little while. I get to leave when I want to”

“Okay” Chandler nodded

—

“Oh my god Y/N” Monica gasped getting up and hugging her feeling her bump as she hugged her “you’re pregnant?”

“What?” They all gasped

“Yeah”

“You want anything?” Chandler asked

“Yeah an ice tea go go please” she told him causing him to nod.

“What why to go? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Monica exclaimed

“Just wanted to stop by for a little”Y/N nodded thanking Chandler as he passed her, her ice tea.

“Who’s the father” Monica asked immediately

“And this is why I never wanted to come here” Y/N scoffed getting up and leaving

“No no Y/N/N come on” Chandler followed her

“I’m sorry but I guess this is goodbye. Won’t see you again” Y/N nodded getting into her car.

“Come on please Y/N” Chandler said

“I’m sorry” she gave him a small smile before driving away.

“Why’d she leave?” Monica pouted sadly leaning on the wall outside.

“She didn’t want anyone to ask her questions like that” Chandler said pulling her in for a hug.

“I’m curious to know who the father is. He’s clearly the reason she didn’t contact us. You know what I’m going to her apartment later and figure it out” Monica said

“Um well she moved” Chandler said

“What!” She exclaimed

“Yeah she’s not living in New York anymore. She’s leaving right now” Chandler said

“Oh my god! Why wouldn’t she say anything? Why’d she tell you?” Monica asked confused

“I cornered her” Chandler said

“Did you tell her I wanted her as my bridesmaid?” Monica asked

“Yeah she said she wasn’t going” Chandler said

“What no! She’s my sister! She needs to be there!” Monica exclaimed

“What happened?” Ross asked as they all went outside.

“Y/N’s not coming to the wedding!” Monica exclaimed scoffing

“Well come on tell me you didn’t see that coming” Phoebe said

“What?” Monica questioned

“Well you knew Y/N has always been in love with Chandler. This has nothing to do with her being pregnant. You slept with him knowing she loved him. I wouldn’t go either” Rachel said

Monica looked down at the ground ashamed. She had always felt guilty.

“She told me she was over him” Monica whispered

“She said what you wanted to hear” Phoebe said, she always felt protective of Y/N.

“When I found out about you two all I could think of was Y/N” Rachel said causing the others to nod and hum in agreement.

“Did you know Y/N loved you?” Phoebe asked Chandler

“No” Chandler shook his head

“She told you didn’t she?“ Ross asked

“Earlier today, yeah” Chandler sighed nodding

“I’m sorry Monica but I always thought they were meant for each other.” Phoebe sighed

“So did I. Before Chandler and I got together. And fell in love.” Monica smiled softly at him but Chandler looked to the ground.

“Did she tell you who the father was?” Joey asked Chandler

“Uh no” Chandler shook his head

“She did!” Phoebe exclaimed

“No no she didn’t!” Chandler denied

“Who is it?” Monica asked

“I don’t-I don’t know!” Chandler stated

“Yes you do! We’re going to get married. I need to know” Monica stated

“I’m sorry but I promised I wouldn’t tell you all” Chandler said

“Come on Chandler! Tell me!” Monica pressed

“She was right you to press too much” Chandler scoffed

“Excuse me” Monica gave him a look

“Nothing”

“Who’s the father!” Monica asked again

“Me!” Chandler said

“What?” Monica whispered while the others gasped

“Oh my god” Joey exclaimed his eyes widening

“Was it when you and her went out to the bar?” Joey asked

“When you didn’t come home?” Monica asked looking broken and angry.

“Yeah” he whispered “we were both drunk”

“You were going to get married even when you cheated?” Monica asked loudly

“Yes but when I found out she was pregnant I couldn’t commit to our marriage knowing she is pregnant” Chandler explained

“So what you were going to just leave?” Monica asked

“No I was going to talk to you then leave and help her out with the baby” Chandler explained

“I cannot believe this I’m going to kill her! How could she do this to me?!” Monica was furious

“She didn’t know what she was doing. Neither of us did.” Chandler stated

“Why are you defending her?” Monica asked

“Because she’s pregnant with my child!”

“No it’s because you also have feelings for her” Monica scoffed

“No” anyone could tell by his tone he was lying.

“You were going to marry me still having feelings for her?” Monica asked hurt

“Yes. I had pretend it never happened. Y/N was feeling so guilty. She couldn’t even face us.” Chandler defended them again

“Monica honey let’s go home” Rachel winced at their argument

“Okay. But this is over. You and I are over.” Monica said causing him to nod

—

One year later

Charlie Geller-Bing was four months old. Both Chandler and Y/N couldn’t get enough of him. When Chandler came into Y/N’s life. She let him help her but only when it involved their baby.

Chandler and Y/N were visiting Jack and Judy. Y/N’s parents so they could meet Charlie. Y/N didn’t want anyone at the hospital other than Chandler.

“Oh there’s my grandchild” Judy exclaimed grabbing him from her grasp. “He’s gorgeous”

“I’m still not happy what you did with Monica” Jack glared at Chandler but quickly went to hug his daughter. “I have missed you”

“I’ve missed you too dad” Y/N chuckled

“What’s his name?” Judy asked

“Charlie Jack Geller-Bing” Y/N smiled at her son who was fussing and wanting to be in his fathers arms. Y/N grabbed him passing him to Chandler.

They all were comfortable sitting in the couch as Charlie slept in his fathers arms.

“Have you guys thought about getting married?” Judy asked

“Mom! No we’re just coparents” Y/N exclaimed

“I’m sorry dear I had always thought you two would end up married. Just like Rachel and Ross” Judy said

There was a knock on the door causing Jack to get up. “Monica what are you doing here?” He exclaimed nervously

“Just wanted to visit you and mom” she smiled letting herself in freezing when she saw Y/N, Chandler, and a baby in his arms.

“Monica” Judy looked nervous for all of them.

“Chandler, what-what are you doing here” Monica asked

“We wanted Charlie to meet his grandparents” Chandler said giving her a nervous smile pulling his child closer to him.

“Charlie?” Monica asked

“Yeah! Charlie Jack Geller-Bing!” Jack said proudly

“Congrats” Monica said with a wry smile

“Thank you” Chandler smiled down at his son.

Y/N didn’t do anything but look at her hands, picking at her nails.

“Y/N could we maybe talk?” Monica asked

“I’m sorry I’m not really ready or comfortable” Y/N shook her head grabbing her son to have an excuse. Chandler smiled softly as he made sure Charlie got comfortable in her arms.

“Please Y/N” Monica begged “it’s the least you could do”

“She’s not comfortable Monica” Chandler said defending his sons mother.

“Okay”

“Why are you here Monica?” Judy asked sensing the tension.

“I uh just wanted to have dinner with you and dad” she said

“Phoebe told you didn’t she?” Y/N asked

“Yeah, I just I wanted to see you and your baby” Monica said

“She’s not ready” Chandler said shaking his head.

“Phoebe and Joey were the only ones that have seen him.” Monica stated

“Rachel and Ross were busy but we know they’re just on your side. Phoebe and Joey are our best friends and they wanted to see him.” Chandler replied

“Can I talk to you then Chandler if she’s not ready?” Monica asked

“Sure” Chandler said getting up not before kissing Charlie’s head that had a small yellow hat.

“Are you and Y/N together?” Monica asked

“No” Chandler shook his head

“How come? You’re being so protective of her” Monica asked

“She’s my sons mother of course I’m protective of her” Chandler stated

“There’s more to it” Monica said

“We aren’t together” Chandler said

“I know just thought you’d have told her how you felt.” Monica shrugged

“Me really of all people” Chandler scoffed “but I love how things are right now.”

“Can I um meet my nephew or is that also too much?” Monica asked

“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask Y/N” Chandler said

“You’re also his father.” Monica pointed out

“Yes but if she’s not comfortable then I’m sorry” Chandler said

“Okay” Monica nodded

Chandler walked sitting next to Y/N quietly whispering to her.

“Chandler” Y/N sighed

“No i just wanted to know if you’re comfortable or not.” Chandler stated

“Maybe… after we’ve fed him.” Y/N sighed

Judy and Jack left the room while Chandler grabbed a blanket making sure no could see her breast feeding if they walked in. Chandler helped Charlie get comfortable as Y/N unbuttoned her blouse taking off her sports bra. Charlie happily latched onto her boob. Tightly gripping her hair as he ate.

“Monica!” Chandler exclaimed seeing her standing their.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were- I just was impatient- I’m sorry I’ll just go” Monica stammered walking away.

“I don’t think I’m ready” Y/N whispered “maybe you could just watch her with Charlie?”

“No no until you’re ready she can meet him properly.” Chandler said kissing her temple.

—

Charlie was having his first birthday. Y/M and Chandler couldn’t be more excited. They invited everyone. Even his parents. They rented a place so they could have his party there. He could walk and he’d talk a little but it’d slur. Chandler and Y/N understood some of what he talked about.

“Oh wheres my grand baby!” Judy exclaimed as Charlie squealed running towards her.

“Hey Y/N” Ross said awkwardly pulling her in for a hug.

“Hey ross” she smiled

“He seems to love mom and dad” Ross stated

“Yeah he loves being spoiled by them” Chandler said watching as Charlie giggled when Jack gave him candy.

“No no candy after you eat” Y/N said grabbing the candy from Charlie.

“Mama” Charlie pouted

“Oh I know my sweet baby. I’ll give it to you later” Y/N smiled kissing his cheeks causing him to giggle and go into her arms.

“Dada!” He exclaimed doing his grabby hands. Chandler smiled grabbing him as he squealed and jumped in his arms.

“Oh my first grandson” Jack smiled pinching his cheeks.

“Dad. What about Ben?” Ross asked

“I meant first grand son from Y/N” Jack corrected himself. Ross nodded looking away not seeing when Jack whispered to Y/N “I totally forgot about him”

“Is Ben coming?” Chandler asked

“I sent an invite to Carol and Susan remember?” Y/N said

“Oh right”

“Wait! You invited them?” Ross asked

“Yeah. Carol and i were always good friends” Y/N smiled tickling Charlie who was playing with Chandlers hair.

The door opened showing Monica. “Hi” she waved awkwardly

“Hi” Y/N smiled awkwardly but there wasn’t time to talk when Chandlers father walked in.

“Oh there he is! Isn’t he adorable. He looks just like you Chandler” they smiled at their son.

“No all Y/N. Look at his eyes.”

“Oh yes those most definitely are Y/N’s” they smiled lightly pinching his cheeks.

“Oh my darling Y/N!” Chandler’s mom exclaimed as she embraced her lovingly.

“Hey mom” Chandler smiled sarcastically

“Oh Chandler stop fussing. Oh Charlie darling I’ve missed you too” she smiled as she picked him up.

“Thanks for wearing something appropriate” Chandler said

“Oh well you know Y/N wanted me to wear this I just couldn’t say no to her she has these weird puppy eyes”

“Yeah” Chandler laughed scoffing

She was wearing grandma to Charlie with a Disney font.

“Hi aunt Y/N” Ben smiled waving then walking away

“Hi, thank you guys for coming”

“Charlie be careful!” Chandler went to go after them but stopped when Y/N grabbed his arm.

“Let him be Chandler he’s one he won’t do anything bad” Y/N laughed rubbing his arm.

“But-he’s just a baby. He can get hurt” Chandler pouted as he stared at his son who was getting chased by Ben both laughing loudly.

“I know but he’s growing up let him have fun without you.” Y/N laughed pulling him in for a hug. Both not noticing the stares from the others.

—

Y/N stared at Charlie who was giggling in his seat as everyone sang him Happy Birthday. Y/N eyes were watering as Charlie blew the candles on his own. Chandler pulled her in his side kissing the top of her head.

“Why are you crying?” He whispered

“He’s growing up so fast” Y/N sighed burying her face into his chest.

“I know” he laughed

“S’not funny.” She pouted

“I’m sorry it’s just funny how you told me I need to let him be now you’re crying about him growing up.

“Emma’s already had her first birthday and she only knows very little words. He’s talking in sentences” Rachel hissed at Ross not knowing others could hear.

“It’s okay Emma’s really smart.” Ross rubbed her arms.

Rachel scoffed “yeah right, not compared to him”

“He definitely didn’t get it from Chandler” Joey laughed

Y/N giggled into his chest walking to her son who was pouting for cake.

“Here you go baby” she gave him his slice of cake tickling his side.

“Tank you mama” he smiled as she fed him.

“Your welcome baby” she smiled kissing his cheeks.

Chandler smiled sitting next to her as they all ate cake.

—

Chandler and Y/N both tucked Charlie in. They left once he was asleep.

“You know I-I when you and I first- I don’t. I’m in love you with you. Wow that’s not how I rehearsed it.” Chandler said

Y/N stared at him for a second before pulling him in for a kiss. Chandlers eyes widen before pulling her in deeper.

“Woah!”

They both pulled away at their sons yell.

“Charlie” Y/N exclaimed “what-what are you doing up”

“I wasn’t asweep when you weft. Arwe you and daddy together like gwandpa and gwamma?” Charlie asked

“Um no go back to bed and we’ll talk about this in the morning yeah?” Y/N asked him

“Otay” he nodded

“Good night baby” Y/N smiled bending down and kissing her son, Chandler doing the same thing.

“Night mama and daddy” he closed his door.

“What are we gonna tell him” Y/N gasped “I don’t even know what’s going to happen”

“We can tell him we’re just figuring stuff. He might be one but that kid is smart. Joey’s right he definitely didn’t get it from me” Chandler ranted

“Okay” Y/N nodded smiling

“Okay” Chandler nodded cupping her face. “I-I love you so much”

She smiled looking up at him “I love you too”

—

Four years later

Charlie was becoming really sassy. Y/N was falling more in love with her son every day.

“Do you want some apple juice?” Chandler asked offering him the juice box.

“Daddy you’re supposed to put it in my cup” he said placing his arms on his hips.

“Okay okay I’m sorry” Chandler said grabbing his cup and putting the apple juice in.

“Thank you daddy” he said grabbing the cup “oh hi mama”

“Hi my baby” Y/N smiled kissing his cheek.

“I thought you were too old for kisses?” Chandler asked crossing his arms.

“Not from mama” Charlie shook his head

Chandler scoffed “well your mom loves my kisses don’t you Y/N?”

“Yeah” she nodded trying to pull him down for a kiss but Charlie’s yell stopped them.

“No no no that’s gross. No kissing my mama in front of me” Charlie screeched pushing Chandler away.

“I’m sorry” Chandler said sarcastically

“Come on Charlie you have to share” Y/N smiled picking up her son who was moving in her grasp.

“No mama. I’m a big boy.” He exclaimed as she let him down.

“Sorry baby” Y/N smiled kissing his cheek.

“S’okay mama” Charlie smiled kissing her cheek as well.

“Why can you kiss her but I can’t?”

They definitely know where Charlie got his sassiness from.

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The king of Hawkins high, Steve Harrington asks you out on a date but not for the reason you think. After that night, you learn who the real Steve Harrington is.. or so you thought.

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CW: ANGST ANGST ANGST, i guess bully!steve?, steve being a douchebag, king steve taking effect, swearing obviously, mentions of wounds/blood not to major.

A/N: i wrote this one a whim, got carried away it’s not the best but i need feedback to see what i should do next with it lol. i liked writing season 1 steve, i made him meaner than in the actual show but ofc i hope you all dont mind! enjoy and reblog! (not proof read and poor writing oops)

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I Can’t Lose You, Too | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @the-irish-girl

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N)'s marriage wasn't built on love. In fact, (Y/N) didn't even think that John was capable of loving her until the day he showed her.

Warnings: language, mentions of stealing, arranged marriage

Word Count: 2383

A/N: I love writing for John...he doesn’t get enough love on here. I hope you enjoy! :)

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She was going through the motions at this point. Wake the kids (that weren't even hers by blood) up to (hopefully) have them go to school, clean up the house, and get going on making dinner. Her so-called husband was never at the house. He so much as sent a glance in her direction. She often wondered what she'd done to get herself into this situation. Oh yeah...her father.

(Y/N) came from a poor family that lived in Small Heath. A poor family that had a patriarch with a crippling gambling problem. No matter if they had, or didn't have, money, he was pissing it away at the betting shop on Watery Lane. His debts to the shop's owners racked up so high that they made a house call one day, giving the old man an ultimatum: pay up or die. Scrambling (because he didn't have the cash), he offered up (Y/N) as a way to settle the debt. The boss of the shop agreed. He had a brother that needed a woman in his life, and the man needed to pay back his debt. A win-win situation, right? No...not for (Y/N).

She went on being something like a ghost in her husband's life for seven months before she decided to put a stop to it.

Now she was walking with purpose down Watery Lane. John was at his family's betting shop, where he spent the majority of his day working. So (Y/N) walked right into the establishment, ignoring the looks of the men who worked there. She didn’t care. She was a Shelby, too. Her eyes were focused on her husband, who currently had his back towards her and was writing something on the chalkboard hung up against the wall.

"Right, who's got the winnings for Cheltenham?" he asked the men standing around, a piece of chalk ready in his hand to start writing. (Y/N) came to a stop right where the slight step up onto the platform that John was standing on was. She rested her hands on her hips, looking up at him intently as she waited for him to turn around. The room fell silent. "Do we have any winnings for Cheltenham?" John asked again, impatience in his voice as he then turned around to see what was waiting for him. "Oh...hey, (Y/N)."

"'Hey'? That's the best you can do?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. John was instantly confused.

"I'm working," he stated, motioning his arms around the room to accentuate the fact that he was indeed working.

"So you're 'working' all of the time then, right? It's because you're working that you're never home and that you don't have the time for your family?!" (Y/N) flipped her lid. She was fuming with anger, from being ignored by her so-called husband for months now. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can we do this another time, (Y/N)?" John was looking around at the men who were watching this whole thing go down.

"No, because, like I just fucking said, you're never home!" her arms were flailing now.

"(Y/N)..." John was at a loss for words.

Luckily, the conversation didn't get any further, because Tommy came storming into the main area. "Oi! Family meeting. If you're not kin, get out!" he was yelling at the other men in the room. His brother, Arthur, and aunt, Polly, were following behind him.

(Y/N) was just about to leave when John grabbed her arm. "You're staying. You're kin," he told her, making her let out a huff. She didn't want to get mixed up in this family's business. She just wanted her husband to be around and treat her like an actual human.

"If you're not kin, get out," Tommy repeated, his eyes zeroing in on (Y/N), who was standing with John's hand still wrapped around her bicep so that she couldn't move.

"She's staying, Tommy. She's me wife. She's kin," John's voice is firm as he spoke to his older brother, and (Y/N) was genuinely shocked. It actually sounded like he cared for her. Like he wanted his wife to be involved in his life.

"She stays then," the older of the two Shelby brothers sighed, running a hand through his hair before he set both of them down on the table, allowing him to lean against them. "We've had something happen..." he trailed off then, sighing once more. "Someone from the south side has broken in and stolen the broach that was mum's. We have reason to believe that it was the doing of someone from the Rutherford family. They have interest in the selling of jewelry and are most likely going to look to pawn it off."

Everyone had serious expressions on their face but (Y/N) couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. She must've been missing something. It was just a fucking broach. "Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned, looking across the table at the woman who was honestly trying not to laugh at this point.

"I'm just confused as to why we've called a serious family meeting over a stolen broach," she pointed out, glancing around in hopes that she'd see someone else trying not to snicker like she was. Not one person shared the same sentiment.

"It's one of the only things we have left of our mum," John was the one to explain, leaning in closely to her ear so that he could share the information with her privately. It was quiet in the room though, so no doubt everyone heard him tell her.

"You said someone took it?" (Y/N) was looking over at Tommy now.

"We have reason to believe so, yes," Tommy simply nodded.

"I could get it back," she proposed then. Everyone's head turned to her in an instant.

"(Y/N), no," John whispered, but it fell on deaf ears because Tommy was already considering the idea.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'd like to think that I'm pretty good at stealing things. I mean, I'm not proud of it, but I'd be able to do it," she admitted, her eyes not wavering from the man across the table to show her seriousness. "You've gotta learn how to get stuff for yourself when your family doesn't have the money for it."

Tommy pursed his lips, genuinely thinking over her offer. After a few moments, he spoke, "you'd be interested in helping?" he asked.

"Just give me the details and I'll give it a shot," she nodded.

John immediately disagreed. "No, (Y/N). You're not doing this," he shook his head as he spoke.

"Why not?" she scrunched her eyebrows together as she looked over at him. "You said it yourself...this broach is important to your family. I can get it back."

"Because I can't lose you, too, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, a little louder and with a lot more emotion than he thought he would. Then what everyone thought he would.

The room fell quiet as she and John looked at each other. She couldn't think of what to say. His sudden care for her surprised her. She didn't think that he was capable of doing so since he barely gave her the time of the day.

Tommy was the first one to speak, "it'd be up to her, John."

(Y/N) and John shared another look. She almost shrunk under the intensity of his gaze. Almost. "I'll do it," she finally gave her answer, nodding her head slightly.

"Then it's settled," Tommy nodded his head, clearing his throat before he went to speak again.

But before he could, John spoke up, "I'm warning you, Tommy...I know how many hairs she's got on her head. If I find that one's missing, I'll kill you meself!" he yelled across the table, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. (Y/N) was really shocked now. How did this man go from barely even bothering to acknowledge her presence to threatening to kill his own brother if she got hurt.

"John..." (Y/N) sent him a glance.

"I'm serious, (Y/N)," he huffed, settling his hands on his waist.

"I'm serious, too," she raised her eyebrows at him.

"She'll go in with some of our men. She'll be protected. I'll see to it that she is," Tommy chimed in as he watched the couple speak to each other.

"Damn right she'll be protected. I'll be going in with her," John insisted. This shocked (Y/N) yet again.

"That's not a good idea, John," Polly finally spoke up from where she was sitting.

"And why not?" his eyes were now zeroed in on his aunt.

(Y/N) sighed before turning to face him. "Think of the kids, hun. They won't have anyone if we're both put into danger," she tried to reason with him.

"I can't lose you, too," he repeated himself from earlier, his voice and eyes softening as he looked down at her. (Y/N)'s heart broke at his pained words. She could only imagine the thoughts going through his head at the moment of the potential of losing his second wife.

"I'll be alright, John," she assured him, moving over to wrap her arms around him in a comforting hug. He accepted it, wrapping his arms around her as well before she pulled back to run a hand down his cheek. Glancing up at him briefly, she sent him an assuring look before she turned to face the table of people once more. "When are you thinking of doing this?" she then asked Tommy.

The group then went about making their plan to get the stolen broach back in their hands. Sure, she felt nervous, but she could also sense how important this item was to her found family. For the first time in seven months, she finally felt like she was included.

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The night was dark, being that they decided to do the operation when there was hardly any moonlight. (Y/N) tried to control her breathing as she made her way through the house, moving silently so that no one would know that she was there. They had been watching their enemies long enough to know that they'd all be sleeping at the time, and that the broach should be locked away in a jewelry safe in the back of the house. They found that out after (Y/N) managed to gain friendship of one of the younger members of the Rutherford's who so stupidly showed her exactly where the broach was held.

She moved her way to the back room and found the safe behind the wooden desk. Taking a deep breath, she moved over to it and used a hairpin she kept on her to pick the lock. After a matter of minutes, she got it open. In front of her was the broach as well as a flashy diamond necklace. With a grin on her face, she took both pieces of jewelry before shutting and locking the safe once more.

Now all she had to do was get out of the house. Moving carefully, she managed to get all the way to the window she entered the building through. She had one foot through when she heard someone call out from inside the house. “Wilson?!” Shit.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Isiah called from below her, his arms outstretched as he was ready to catch her. He was one of the Peaky boys who accompanied her on this mission. (Y/N) looked down at him for a moment before she heard footsteps descending the stairs. She had to move, and fast. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she swung her other leg over the side of the window and fell the short distance into Isiah’s arms. “Got ya,” he grinned as he lowered her onto her feet. She smiled up at him gratefully. “Did you get it?” he checked then.

“Yes, I did. Can you take me to the shop?” she asked him, knowing that all of the family members would most likely be waiting there.

“I sure can,” Isiah nodded before he led her to the car that was waiting outside the alleyway.

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(Y/N) took another deep breath as she pushed open the door to Tommy’s office at the betting shop. She saw the three brothers and Polly in the room, sitting quietly as they waited for news of anything. Their eyes immediately fell on (Y/N) as she stepped through the doorway.

John was up in an instant, rushing over to her so that he could take her into his arms. She couldn’t help but smile as he lifted her off the ground, hugging her tightly against his body. “You ok?” he questioned softly as he pulled back to look at her.

“Yeah,” she responded with a smile, her eyes finding his.

“Good,” he nodded, a smile on his face as he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She was surprised by the sudden kiss at first but melted into it within seconds, reveling in the feeling of his lips on hers. It just felt so normal...so right.

“Did you get the broach?” Tommy was the one to question after (Y/N) and John had their moment. She was back on her feet now with the smile still on her face.

“I did,” she nodded, her smile widening as she brought it from her pocket to show it was safe. “I also managed to take something else. So that they’ll get the message,” she continued on, also showing the diamond necklace she’d managed to take.

Everyone in the room was grinning at her statement, and Arthur even stood from his seat and started cheering. “Fucking brilliant, you are, woman,” John stated from her side, making her turn to see that he was grinning. She couldn’t help but stand on her toes and kiss his lips once more. “Love you,” he mumbled against her lips before he pressed his to them again, giving her a short kiss.

“I love you,” she mumbled in a similar tone before they pulled away and she moved to set the pieces of jewelry on the table. After seven months, she finally felt like she belonged.

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