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[Part 2] The Day After The Day Before | Sebastian x Reader, Platonic!Sam x Reader (Angst, mild Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Implied non-con, implied sexual assault, physical violence, blood, miscarriage, forced pregnancy, physical violence, verbal abuse, bleeding, head injury, hospitalisation, explicit language Ship: Sebastian x Reader, Platonic!Sam x Reader, implied Sam x Sebastian x Reader Summary: She'd heard so many good things about her best friend, Sam's, father, Kent, and it was true, he was lovely! Right up until he wasn't. How was she meant to tell Sebastian? Sam? The answer is simple: she couldn't. But apparently she couldn't hide it either. Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 6k

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Almost six months have passed since the day (Y/N) learnt she was pregnant with that monster’s child. She decided to keep the baby. It was a hard decision, unsure whether she’d permanently be traumatised every time she looked at her child but thought about it more prominently as Sam’s brother than Kent’s son or daughter.

Sebastian and Sam, as promised, supported her the whole way. It’s not like she had anyone else. Harvey and Maru were judge-free too and have been helping her throughout the entire process.

Sebastian and Sam moved on to the farm with her, Sam occupying the spare room whilst Sebastian shared hers. It was fun. They helped her grow once again into the bright, chatty woman she once was before he took it all away.

Jodi never welcomed Sam back into their home after that Godforsaken day. She spread rumours about Kent’s beaten up face. Said that Sebastian had gaslighted Sam into abusing the family. Said that Sebastian was the one who raped (Y/N). Oh, yeah, a real likely story. Robin and Demetrius tried to get answers out of Sebastian about what actually happened, but he didn’t give them any information. He simply told his mother that he was moving onto the farm with (Y/N) and Sam to support her as she’s pregnant. Clarified it wasn’t his child. Robin didn’t interfere much more than that, Demetrius making snark comments at the boy which is just ignored.

Abigail regularly came by when she could, but Caroline forbid it. Naturally, Jodi opened her mouth and made the farmer the talk of the town. No one really gossiped about it except Jodi. She would do anything to protect her husband, and if that meant making everyone in Pelican Town hate the little bitch who took over the farm then so be it.

On the farm, Sam absolutely adored her chickens. Who knew the skater boy enjoyed farming so much? Sebastian enjoyed collecting fruit from all the trees, being sad in Winter when that wasn’t something he could do. They always went out foraging for some crystal fruits though. The pair made sure that she didn’t have to lift a finger anymore. Not whilst pregnant.

“I wanna go to the saloon.” (Y/N) admits one Friday night as the trio are watching some grid ball game on the television.

The two men look at her with surprised expressions on their faces.

“You serious?”

She nods but keeps her eyes on the screen across the room.

“I miss playing pool on Friday nights. I miss Gus and Emily listening to my boring farm talk, I miss Clint telling me about what cool shit he managed to forge together out of the leftover ore I had, I miss Willy’s voice shaking the place as he tells Clint all about some huge as Scorpion Carp he found…” The woman trails off. “I miss being normal.” “Then let’s go to the saloon.” Sam states. “People are gonna stare…” The woman trails off. “Let them; you look stunning.” Sebastian tells her, watching her blush and curl into him. “He’s right.” The blond adds, smirking and flashing a wink. “Come on, you’ve got me and Seb by your side - nothing will happen to you. Besides, as much as my mom is capable of opening her huge fucking mouth, the town adores you too much to listen.”

(Y/N) wishes she believed him. She’s trying to.

Sam calls up Abigail, asking her to come down and meet them at the saloon. She’s never been so excited to watch the boys play pool.

They walk down, basking in the late-Spring breeze that surrounds them.

“I’ve missed town.” (Y/N) sighs, smiling at the sight of the buildings around her in the town square. “I dunno why, it’s shite.” Sebastian remarks, the trio chuckling at the sarcasm.

They come to a halt outside of the Stardrop, the two men patiently waiting for the woman to be ready to go inside.

“It’ll be okay. My family don’t even come in here.” Sam reassures.

She nods and they finally enter. Peoples heads turn to acknowledge whoever has just walked in and the chat immediately dies down.

(Y/N) wonders if Sebastian is nervous, knowing the rumours were that he’s the one who knocked her up without consent. He doesn’t seem phased. The truth is he isn’t. The people who matter know the truth, and anyone who believes the lies aren’t worth having around.

The farmer’s convinced everyone heard her gulp.

Sam and Sebastian don’t falter, the latter reaching for the woman’s hiding and offering an encouraging smile. He’ll take anything that is thrown her way. Both of them will. She knows it. She’s grateful.

As Sebastian leads her into the pool room, Elliott’s voice speaks up.

“(Y/N),” He calls, the woman freezing. Sam and Sebastian do too. The trio turn to look at the man sitting at the bar, everyone’s eyes on them. “It’s good to see you back.”

The tears that well up in her eyes are staining her cheeks before she can even attempt to hide them.

Elliott smiles and stands up, Leah admiring his confidence, approaching the farmer, opening his arms for a hug which she graciously accepts.

“Thank you so much.” She whimpers into his burgundy jacket. “No need, little lady. We’ve missed you more than you know.”

The red-head offers a smile at the two men whom the farmer walked in with, them returning it with a nod.

“How many weeks are you now?” He asks, admiring the prominent bump under the woman’s dress. “Twenty-four.” She whispers, naturally resting her hands there. “You know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” “Keeping it a surprise.” “Nice.”

Elliott heads back to the bar, taking a seat by Leah, and (Y/N) continues her path toward the pool table with Sebastian and Sam.

The tension is already gone thanks to Elliott and the night is pretty relaxing. Abigail joins them shortly after they arrive, her constantly talking to the baby bump as if it’s gonna respond.

“I’m gonna go order a drink from the bar - I wanna chat with Gus and Emily.” (Y/N) states, her three friends nodding and smiling in admiration. “Okay, doll; we’ll be right here.”

She nods at Sebastian with a smile before heading over to the bar, standing beside Elliott.

“Hey, Gus,” She greets, the bartender offering her a warm smile. “Evenin’, farmer. Good to see ya face again. What’re ya havin’?”

She giggles at his attempted farmer’s accent.

“Just a blackcurrant and soda water, please?” “Comin’ right up, ma’am.” “It really is good to see your face again, (Y/N).” Elliott comments, turning to face the woman once again. “I appreciate it so much.” She whispers, tearing up again.

He smiles and wraps his arm around her before picking up his drink.

“Ladies and Gents, if I could have your attention, please,” The red-head begins, (Y/N)’s eyes widening. “I’d like to raise a toast to our sweetheart of a farmer who joined our wonderful town and naturally made it a better place. She hasn’t been able to have our support lately but I’d like everyone now to raise a toast to this little lady in congratulations of the wonderful baby they’re carrying.” He announces, eyes locking with everyone in the bar. “To (Y/N)!”

And everyone does toast. Drinks in the air. Everyone cheering. Hell, even Clint does and he’s as quiet as anything.

The woman hides her face in Elliott’s jacket in embarrassment. He chuckles and strokes her back.

There’s some fun chat and banter throughout the bar as (Y/N) catches up with everyone, quickly feeling a lot more welcome in her local despite what her worrying thoughts warned her about.

So much fun going on that she doesn’t acknowledge the saloon doors opening.

“Well, well, well, this all looks awfully friendly.”

(Y/N) freezes up at the voice. She’s stood at the bar talking to Emily, the door directly behind her, along with the wife of that monster.

“Surprised the whore actually decided to show her face again.”

The farmer’s eyes clench shut as she fears everything that’s about to happen. Sam and Sebastian hear the voice and stride over to the archway that connects the pool room to the main bar.

“I presume you’ve also fucked the bitch by now, Samson.” Jodi snarks, turning to look at her son who stares her down.

Sebastian looks ready to kill.

“Jodi, I’m afraid if you’re going to be rude, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Gus states, trying to remain professional.

The woman smirks.

“Why do I have to leave when that little rat has been spreading her legs for everyone in order to ruin my life!?”

(Y/N) is trembling now, hands gripping onto the bar as if it’s keeping her from collapsing.

“Jodi,” Elliott speaks up, giving the woman a glare that tells her not to start. “Gus asked you to leave.” “Are you all stupid!?” “Mom-” “Don’t you dare call me your fucking mother!” Jodi instantly interrupts her son, pointing her finger.

Sam gulps but is prepared to fight this battle.

“And you!” The woman continues, pointing at the dark-haired boy standing beside her son. “You manipulative, gaslighting little shit!”

Sebastian doesn’t falter at her words. She’s delusional.

“What did you think you’d gain out of making my own son hate his father!?” “Kent did that himself.” The boy remarks, Jodi’s eyes flaring up with more anger. “You’re sick. You’re fucked in the head.”

Sebastian’s convinced that if his mother was here, she’d have lost her shit at Jodi by now.

“Perhaps, but my husband didn’t rape someone half his age whilst still married, so I guess I’ve got that going for me.”

The tension in the room is suffocating. People’s eyes widen as they acknowledge the truth in Sebastian’s words. Kent was the one who got her pregnant.

“Let’s just go.” (Y/N) manages, turning to look at her two best friends.

Jodi scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s right, run back to that petty little farm that you can’t even run properly so drag those two down with you. My son had a future before you fucked him up!”

The farmer sighs and turns around to finally meet Jodi’s glare.

The woman’s eyes widen at the sight of her belly and (Y/N) very rapidly realises that Jodi didn’t know.

“You have got to be fucking joking me.”

The woman at the bar freezes, shaking once more.

“I’m just gonna go home.” She manages, taking a step forward and turning toward the archway where her two best friends are standing, but that’s when Sebastian screams.

“NO!”

Everything happens too fast.

(Y/N)’s head whips back around just in time to see Jodi lunging for her, shoving the farmer with enough force to send her stumbling back into the bar, knocking the wind out of her, before falling into the bar stools and to the ground.

Sebastian and Sam dove forward but weren’t as fast as the silent man in the blue Joja jacket who grabs Jodi by her throat and slams her up against the wall of the saloon.

(Y/N)’s breaths are heavy, moaning in pain, hands wrapping around her belly as her two best friends drop down beside her, along with Elliott and Leah.

“I was always taught to never hit a woman but you’re no fucking lady.” Shane all but growls as Jodi gasps for breath, hands clawing at the man’s hand in an attempt to alleviate his grip. “Shane-” She gasps, eyes wide. “I could fucking kill you, you know that?” The man warns, grip not faltering. “You had the audacity to tell everyone in this town that Sebastian touched her without permission when in reality it was your shit-eating husband.” “Shane…” Marnie’s voice manages to reach his ears. He forgot she was here, to be honest. He doesn’t care.

Marnie isn’t telling him to stop, no. Marnie agrees wholeheartedly with his actions. He knows that. She’s warning him to be careful. To not get caught.

With another shove into the wall, Shane drops the woman, Jodi dropping to her knees as she gasps for breath once more. The man spins around and acknowledges Sebastian and Sam helping the pregnant woman stand up.

And that’s when he sees it.

“Get her to Harvey.” He states, eyes wide. “Yeah, no shit.” Sam manages, not intending to come across harshly. “No, seriously,” Shane adds. “Guys…” Elliott speaks up, Sebastian and Sam looking down and seeing the red stains on the floor where (Y/N) was lay.

The same red stains at the bottom of her dress. The same red stains leaking down her legs.

The two boys’ eyes widen and they look at one another before looking at the girl they’re holding who’s eyes are also on the mess.

“No…” She whimpers, legs giving in but Sebastian and Sam catch her. “Come on, baby, we’ve gotta get you to Harvey. The dark-haired boy manages, heading toward the door. “No, no, no, no, no, please!” She’s screaming. Sobbing. Her heart is shattering and everyone can see it.

Shane opens the door for the boys, sprinting ahead and banging on Harvey’s door.

“HARV, OPEN UP! EMERGENCY!” He yells, Sam and Sebastian slowly approaching with the screaming woman in their arms. “FOR FUCKS SAKE, HARVEY, OPEN UP!”

The doctor sprints to the door scared that Shane has relapsed once again, but this is so much worse.

“She’s bleeding.” They’re the only words Sam manages as he meets the scared gaze of Harvey.

He nods and ushers them inside, quickly preparing a bed for the woman where he injects her with some substance or other to knock her out, her screams dying down.

Sam and Sebastian are stood by the bed, bloodstains on their clothes, eyes wide as Harvey begins to work on the woman.

“Guys, come on, you’ve gotta let him work.” Shane attempts, they listen. They stare at the woman with lost eyes but let Shane lead them outside of the room.

They’re lost. Sam and Sebastian. Shane is talking to them both but neither of them can understand any of the words he’s saying. They simply manage to find each others’ gaze and cling onto each other in a bone-shattering hug.

Shane’s breaths are heavy. He isn’t exactly best friends with the farmer but she’s the only one who never judged him. She would always sit with him and have a drink. Buy him a pint or two. Saved his life when he hit an all-time low. He saw her as a friend, and she saw him as an equal. That was more than enough for him.

When he heard the gossip that Kent was attacked by Sebastian because the soldier threatened to expose that the quiet emo both was a rapist, he didn’t believe it. How could he? (Y/N) treated Sebastian with the same amount of care that she treated himself with. Now he knows he was right. Sebastian isn’t a bad guy, but that fucking asshole…

Hours pass. How many? Neither of the men are sure. Sebastian told Shane to go home after he calmed down. Thanked the man for defending (Y/N). Shane could only apologise that he wasn’t quick enough to stop the initial hit - Sam and Sebastian told him it wasn’t his fault. He wishes he believed them.

Harvey’s footsteps echo across the surgery, Sam and Sebastian immediately up on their feet and looking at the man with so much anticipation

“She’s still out but will probably wake in the next hour or so.” The doctor begins, the men somewhat nodding but awaiting the more important information.

Harvey sighs and removes his glasses from his face and ruffling his hair.

“Gents, I’m sorry, but the baby didn’t make it.”

Sebastian’s body starts to shut down. He remains frozen, eyes staring lifelessly at the brunet in front of him.

“Seb,” Sam whispers, noticing the absence of life in his friend.

The blond’s heartbroken. He’s crying. Not only was that his best friend’s kid, it was his half-brother.

Sebastian’s face turns to look at Sam, still remaining stoic.

“Why her?” He whispers, Harvey tearing up at the question. “What did she ever do to deserve this?”

Sam lets out a sob and shakes his head, looking around the room for the answer that doesn’t exist.

“She didn’t deserve this.” Is all he can whisper.

Another two hours pass. The two men are sitting on either side of her bed as she stirs. No words have been said between them.

A groan rumbles in her throat as the blinding light of the hospital room takes over her vision.

Sebastian is holding one hand whilst Sam is holding the other.

“Take it easy.” Sebastian whispers.

When the room finally starts to make more sense, the woman glances over at Sebastian and Sam.

“Hey…” It’s muffled against the oxygen mask covering her face. “Hi, gorgeous.” The dark-haired boy murmurs, forcing a smile despite his painfully obvious tear-stains.

She takes a moment to remember everything that happened but the gasp that escapes her follows a number of beeps from the monitors she’s hooked up to.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey, baby, calm down,” “Woah, (Y/N), it’s okay!”

Sam and Sebastian are both up on their feet trying to calm the now frantic woman down.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Sebastian attempts, watching her head drop down and hands jump to her, now, flat belly. “No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!” She’s ripping the mask off of her face, tearing at all the wires in her body, throwing the bedsheets off of her as she gets a better look at her stomach.

Sebastian wraps his arms fully around the woman, cocooning her against him, whilst Sam stumbles back and throws his head back against the wall. His fists are clenched as silent tears pour down his face.

It took the woman months to come to terms with her pregnancy and decide she wanted it, picturing the perfect life with Sebastian and Sam by her side, but it's been ripped away from her.

“WHERE’S MY BABY!? WHERE’S MY BABY!?” She’s screaming, Sebastian sobbing and trying to keep her trapped against his body to stop her flailing about. “(Y/N), doll, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe for me.”

Harvey comes sprinting into the room and sees the state of the woman who’s just woken.

“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHERE MY BABY IS-” The woman’s screams fade out as Harvey injects her with some sort of drug to knock her out. “I’m sorry, I was upstairs organising some files.” The doctor utters, Sebastian pulling back from the woman so Harvey can fix up her wires.

The two boys don’t respond.

“What do we do, Harvey?” Sam whispers, still leaning against the wall, staring aimlessly at the unconscious woman. “She’s going to take a while to recover but with the right support around her, I think she’ll be fine.”

More silence.

“Can she ever get pregnant again?” Sebastian manages, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

It’s barely enough to relieve either of the men.

“Can she have sex?” The darker-haired boy continues to ask as many questions as possible, wanting to be ready to answer everything the woman may have when she wakes again. “Yes, but I would recommend waiting a couple of weeks before inserting anything into her vagina. Her cervix is open so she’s prone to infection.” Harvey answers all the questions with explicit professionalism. “Is she gonna be in pain?” Sam manages, his eyes flitting to Harvey for a moment before returning to (Y/N). “Some pain in the lower abdomen, similar to menstrual cramp pain, is quite common after a miscarriage,”

Sebastian’s eyes clench shut at the word itself.

“This should only last a couple of days really; if there’s any noticeably bad pain then you can come back to me and I can offer painkillers, but I won’t let her out of here until she feels up to it anyway.”

They both manage a nod.

“Is there anything we can do for her?” “She needs to continue to eat and drink plenty even though she may not feel up to it. Try and stop her doing physical work on the farm, she needs rest.” The boys continue to nod in understanding as Harvey speaks. “She will probably struggle to sleep for a while honestly.”

There’s silence after that as Harvey switches about the wires and tubes in the woman’s body.

“If she wakes up again, press this button and I’ll be right in.” “Thanks, Harvey.”

It’s an hour later when the doctor returns with a knock at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, gents, but Robin is here and has asked if she can see you, Sebastian?” Harvey states, Sam looking at his friend, curious for the response. “Is she welcome in here?”

Harvey nods.

“Of course.”

A moment later, another knock followed by Robin’s entry. She looks like she’s going to cry when she looks at (Y/N)’s, practically lifeless, body laying on the medical bed.

“Hi…” She whispers, looking at her son with uncertainty.

Sebastian stands up and hugs his mother in that moment.

“Oh, Sebby…”

A sob escapes the boy’s lips.

“She didn’t deserve any of this, mom.”

Robin remains silent for a moment, glancing over at the blond across the room who’s staring at the floor, crying once again.

“What’s gone on, Sebastian?” She whispers, hands stroking the back of her heartbroken son.

The pair pull back and sit down, Sebastian’s eyes returning to the unconscious woman.

“(Y/N) and I have had a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement for a little while now - discussed dating and stuff but decided we’re not quite ready for it,” The boy begins, Robin holding his hand and stroking it. “I know full well I’ll never love another woman the same way I love her.”

He pauses, trying to find a starting point.

“When you and Demetrius were away on your anniversary trip, I had Abigail, (Y/N) and Sam over to play some video games and shit. Everyone left except (Y/N), but she was packing her stuff as if ready to leave; she normally stays the night. I wrapped my arms around her and asked if she was leaving already but she froze.” He pauses, remembering the exact moment he held the woman he loves in his arms and she froze up like he just made the worst mistake of his life. “Like, really froze. It scared me. I let go. She said she had some farm stuff to take care of and started heading toward the door but I grabbed her wrist - not hard! But she fucking screamed. Stumbled into the wall and stared at me like I just burnt her.”

Robin doesn’t tell the boy off for swearing on this occasion.

“She ran out after that. I was scared shitless. I saw it in her eyes that she was fucking traumatised. She’s never been like that - certainly not with me. She loves physical affection and shit, she would never react like that. Anyway, I sat and thought it over for a while, worried about what the fuck I’d done to make her so fucking scared of me, and realised I hadn’t done anything, and even if I had, she would’ve told me. We’re best friends, she tells me everything…”

Robin is tearing up as she listens to what her son has been through whilst she’s been completely oblivious.

“I decided to deal with it later cause it was late. Next morning I call by Pierre’s to ask Abby for her help, grabbed Sam too, and told them what had happened. Sam immediately suggested that someone’s hurt her, agreeing that it’s not like her to turn down physical affection, especially screaming from a touch. We went to her place - she was still in the same clothes she fell asleep in which worried me too. We asked her if someone had hurt her and she lost it. She broke down in tears as we asked her more and more questions trying to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck had happened.”

Sebastian pauses as he sniffles and wipes the tears from his face.

“She told us she was raped; admitted it was Kent. Said she didn’t wanna tell us because he’s Sam’s dad. She didn’t want Sam to lose the father he’s been waiting years for.”

Robin’s eyes turn to the blond across the room, seeing his eyes clenched shut, fists tight, tears falling.

“Sam didn’t believe her first - I don’t blame him, but I knew (Y/N) would never lie to us, especially about something like this. Sam stormed out and gave Kent a hefty punch or two, I followed - scared Sam might take it too far.”

He fucking deserved it. Those are Sam’s unvoiced thoughts.

“He fucking deserved it though.” Sebastian voices his thoughts anyway. “I went in and Kent was mouthing off some shit about how she was asking for it and shit-talking her, so I lost my fucking cool and gave the guy a good hit.” “Or ten.” Sam quietly remarks, a very brief smirk on his lips. “The asshole deserved it. Anyway, I was stopped because (Y/N) and Abby turned up and I didn’t want her to see that. She passed out after Kent spat out some more utter bullshit. I carried her up to ours since you guys were away - figured she could do with somewhere away from her own house and that fucker’s.”

Robin is crying but lets her son finish.

“I just let her rest for a few days. She didn’t say or do much, we just watched some TV, I read to her, made her food, bla bla, then one day she asked if she could speak to Maru as she realised she could have damage, infections, possible pregnancy, which I hadn’t even fucking thought about.” “You can’t beat yourself up over this, Seb.” Sam manages, sparing a glance at the dark-haired boy.

Sebastian gulps but continues.

“I asked if she was sure and she said yes, so we spoke to Maru who got us in with Harvey that very evening. Found out she was pregnant. We slept on it since she was unsure what she wanted to do. Sam came over the next day to see how (Y/N) was doing - and because Jodi and Kent kicked him out, Jodi losing her shit and saying I was gaslighting them both or some dumb fucking shit,” He takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “We eventually agreed to move to the farm, all three of us, and she decided she was going to keep the baby - wanted to try and get something good out of this whole shit show.” “So when did Kent actually…” Robin trails off, not wanting to break her son even more. “End of Spring - like, a fucking week after he came back to Pelican Town.” Her son confirms. “Anyway, I’m sure you’ve heard the drama of what happened in the saloon. (Y/N) decided she missed going out. We were all very aware of Jodi spreading utter bullshit in order to protect to darling husband and whatever, so we’d all been on the down-low for a while. We decided to go to the saloon, Sam and I very ready to protect her from any bullshit thrown her way, but Elliott grabbed our attention as we came in and said she’d been missed. Later in the night, she was chatting to everyone, Elliott raised a toast to congratulate her on her pregnancy, it was really nice to see her smiling again.” “She was glowing.” Sam whispers, Sebastian managing a momentary smile. “Yeah. Anyway, Jodi turns up at like eleven PM, starts shit-talking (Y/N), me, Sam… You probably would’ve smacked her.”

Robin attempts a small chuckle.

“(Y/N) says she’s just gonna leave and doesn’t want to cause any drama, but Jodi obviously wasn’t aware she was pregnant and lost her shit, shoving her back into the bar. She fell down, smacked her body on the stools and her head on the floor. Sam and I were too far away to fucking stop it. Shane stepped in though, pinned the bitch up against the wall and threatened her. (Y/N) was bleeding… a lot. Shane helped Sam and I get her here, but she, uh, the baby didn’t make it.”

Silence.

“And now we’re here.” “What time even is it?” Sam manages. “Just after one PM.” Robin confirms.

The boy nods.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about all this. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this has been on you. Both of you.”

Sebastian attempts an appreciative smile but it barely lasts a second.

“Come here, Samson.” Robin adds, standing up and opening her arms for the boy. “Robin, thank you, but-” “Come here.” She doesn’t take no for an answer, simply smiling and accepting the embrace. “You’re always welcome into my home.”

He squeezes a little tighter.

“Thank you.” “You and Sebastian have always been like brothers anyway.”

He pulls back and smiles

“He drives me crazy like a brother.”

She manages a chuckle.

“He drives me crazy like a son.” “I’m right here.” It’s a sarcastic remark from the dark-haired boy. “Has she woken up yet?” The carpenter asks, taking a seat back beside her son. “Yeah, but she realised her bump was gone and lost her mind; Harvey had to inject her with some anaesthetic or something to knock her back out.” “Oh, bless her.”

Some time passes and Robin says she’ll head off, not wanting to intrude when the woman wakes up once more. What she doesn’t tell either of the men is that she’s going to add some renovations to the woman’s farm, free of charge, to help accommodate all three of them, and a baby in future if she wishes to try again.

Sam stands up and walks over to sit beside his best friend, taking his hand.

“I’m sorry, Seb.” “Do you think she’ll be okay?” Sebastian whispers, not taking his eyes off of the girl.

The blond pauses, contemplating his answer.

“We’ll make sure she is.”

Another forty-five minutes pass before the woman begins to stir, Sebastian immediately noticing the way her eyelids twitch. He presses the emergency button to contact Harvey straight away, praying that they can keep her calm enough to stay awake this time round.

The running footsteps resound in the small medical room the three of them are occupying, Harvey unlocking the door with worried eyes.

“She’s twitching a little - stirring - I think she’s gonna wake up; I figured I’d get you here first.” Sebastian briefs, the doctor nodding and checking over her machines and stats once again.

The woman groans, feeling exhausted, which is bizarre given that she’s waking up. Her body feels like it’s got the weight of Lewis’ truck resting on it.

What the hell?

“(Y/N), can you hear me?”

Is that… Harvey’s voice?

“If you can hear me, love, can you try and give me a sign? Wiggle your fingers or toes?”

Why the hell wouldn’t she be able to hear him? He sounds like he’s right beside her.

Nonetheless, she complies and attempts to move her digits.

“Perfect. Okay, (Y/N), I’m going to tell you a few things but I need you to remain calm, okay? Despite everything I’m reminding you of, you’re one-hundred percent safe right here right now.”

She’s clearly in the hospital.

Another mining accident? She usually can hear Marlon nagging in her ear by now though about how reckless she is.

“You’re in the hospital due to getting hurt when in the saloon. You were pushed and fell to the floor. Do you remember?”

Who in the hell of Stardew Valley would push her?

“(Y/N)...”

Sebastian?

“Can you hear me, doll?”

Attempted finger movements.

She also tries to turn her head toward her best friend’s voice but her eyes aren’t assisting just yet.

“Hey, pretty girl,” She fails to see the soft smile on Sebastian’s face, perfectly paired up with the tears staining his cheeks. “You remember Sam’s family?”

Vincent?

Jodi?

Oh, fuck-

Jodi.

Kent.

Another gasp and she feels multiple hands on her body as if pinning her down.

“Breathe, doll, it’s okay.” “(Y/N), remember that you’re safe.” Harvey inputs. “Don’t panic, you’re okay, I promise.”

The pet name ‘baby’ is on the tip of Sebastian’s tongue, but there’s a time and a place for that…

“Just focus on staying calm, doll, or else we can’t help you.”

She was pregnant.

The saloon.

Elliott.

Jodi was pissed.

Jodi didn’t know she was pregnant - how!?

She was pushed.

The blood.

Bleeding.

Her baby…

“Try and stay calm, (Y/N).” Harvey’s voice interrupts her thoughts once more; it’s then that she realises how obnoxiously loud the beeping of her heart monitor is as it gets faster.

With struggling efforts, the woman manages to move one of her hands across her body to her flat stomach.

She lost the baby.

There’s no way she had the baby - she had two months left.

Is that possible?

Perhaps this was the way it was meant to be.

With strain, she manages to open her eyes, the blinding hospital lights barely hurting in comparison to the loss of her baby.

“Welcome back, (Y/N).” The doctor greets, but she hasn’t even looked at any of the men in the room yet. “Just to make you aware, I’m in the room along with Sebastian and Sam.”

Sam…

“Hey, (Y/N).” The blond comments.

She doesn’t respond.

Eventually, she manages to turn her head and acknowledge the doctor beside her. He offers a reassuring smile and waits patiently for her to feel comfortable.

She then rolls her head around and sees the two boys standing side by side, both crying and looking like they haven’t slept in days. Or showered. Or eaten.

With slow, mechanical movements, the farmer reaches up and slowly slides down the oxygen mask covering her mouth. She licks her lips and moistens her mouth, feeling just how dry her throat is.

“You two look like shit.”

Sam can’t help the laugh that erupts from his throat, mixed with a sob or two. Sebastian simply smiles and shakes his head.

“Missed you too, gorgeous.” The latter mutters. “You’re not lookin’ too hot yourself, farmer.” Sam adds, jokingly.

She attempts a smile before turning to look back at Harvey.

“How long have I been out?” “Eighteen hours-ish.” The doctor confirms. “You woke up about ten hours ago but weren’t doing so good.”

She nods.

“I lost the baby?”

The anguish on Harvey’s face is enough to know.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N). I tried everything I could.”

She simply smiles and nods before turning to look at the two boys on the other side of her.

“Are you mad?”

The men's faces contort into confusion and shock.

“Mad? Why on Earth would we be mad? Of course we’re not mad, doll, we’re just glad you’re okay.” Sebastian assures the woman, resting a hand on her matted hair. “(Y/N), I’m just glad you’re alive and breathing.” Sam adds.

Harvey answers every question the woman has, brings her some food and drink, and leaves the trio to chat amongst themselves.

“I love you both very much.” “We love you very much, pretty girl.” Sebastian smiles. “My mom came by earlier, by the way - I told her everything.”

(Y/N) nods.

“Does she hate me?” “Of course she doesn’t hate you, (Y/N).”

Silence.

“I want to go home.” “We can go home whenever Harvey says so.” “Will you both stay with me?” “(Y/N),” “Doll,”

Sam and Sebastian begin at the same time, (Y/N) giggling at their synchronisation.

“I think I can speak for Sebastian as well as myself when I say we don’t plan on leaving your side for the rest of our lives.”

It was at that moment that (Y/N) looked at Sam in the same light she looks at Sebastian in.

Love.

Adoration.

Romantic?

But three’s a crowd.

Right?

Sebastian sees the conflict in the woman’s eyes and it makes him grin.

“We’ll figure it out, pretty girl.” The emo boy comments, flashing a wink as she realises he can read her like a picture book. “I love you both.” “We love you too, farmer.”

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Fleeting Joy

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(Y/n) and Abigail were sitting in the small shack, watching over Jack and Annebeth as they try to play in a very half-hearted way. Jack was sad about John being arrested and Annebeth was sad about Arthur missing. Both women felt pity and empathize with the kids when Sadie comes in.

"Well...?" Abigail asked Sadie, worried. "As far as I could gather, John is still alive but....they moved him to Sisika. Working in a chain gang." Sadie explained and Abigail let's out a sigh. "At least he hasn't been hung." She mutters. "Not yet at least." (Y/n) said and Sadie nods.

"(Y/n)'s right. We need to come up with a plan to break him out because there is talks of hanging him. I don't know when but I don't think we have alot of time." She said and (y/n) furrows her brow. "Sadie, Sisika is one of the most guarded prisons in the America." (Y/n) said. "How the hell are we gonna break John out from a place like that?"

"I'm working on it. First, I need to figure out how guarded that place is and where John is in that place. You know, get an idea on how to get him out." Sadie said. "That's gonna be tough, unless you have a secret ability to fly." (Y/n) said and Sadie gets this look on her face, like a great idea came to her. "I think you just gave me an idea, (y/n)." She said as she leaves and walks out of the shack.

"What was all that about?" Abigail said after she gave a confused look to (y/n). "I don't know." (Y/n) said, shrugging, before she went back to watching the kids.

Late that night, but early the next morning, a small boat rows towards the shore of Annesburg and Arthur gets out of the boat. "Thanks, fellers." He mutters to them and they nod and row away. Arthur runs over to the streets and noticed a horse that was hitched in front of a bar.

He quickly runs to the horse, mounts it and makes his way over to Shady Belle. Hang on, girls. I'm on my way. Arthur thought as he gallops away as the sun started to rise.

The sun was fully up by the time Arthur made it to Shady Belle. The first thing he noticed was that the place looked abandoned and that someone was in a rush to get out. "Hello?" Arthur calls out as he dismounts his horse and walks up to the building. "Hello? Anyone here?" he calls out as he gets inside. "(Y/n)? Annebeth?" He calls out as he walks into another room and noticed a letter on the table.

He picks it up and reads it and noticed the handwriting looked familiar.

My Darling Tacitus,

I do so hope you enjoyed your vacation. Lucky you, leaving like that. And you always suggested you were too old for travel. I hope you and your cousins enjoyed yourselves.

Me and your granddaughter have decided to take a trip of our own as the place has become so dreary and God forsaken in your absence.

We've gone to visit relatives from my Daddy's side in Lakey. A small village, just North of Saint Denis. It's buggy and muggy, but apparently neither is too bad at this time of year.

Please come see us when you can, my love.

Yours sincerely,

Caroline.

"Well, thank you...Darling Caroline." Arthur mutters as he smiles to himself and he tucks away the letter. But right then and there, he hears voices.

"Milton keeps sending us back every day to search this place."

"There quite clearly isn't a gang of outlaws holed up here."

Arthur walks over to the window and crouches down then slowly looks through the window and see four Pinkertons outside. "Someone is here, look. Those are fresh footprints. Looks like someone might be here right now." One of the Pinkertons said as he looks at the footprints that Arthur just made.

"Sure. Someone is here...There's always someone everywhere." The second Pinkerton grumbles. "Let's look around then...See if we can find something for Mr. Milton." the first Pinkerton said. "Mr. Milton...I like to find a poisonous snake for him." The second Pinkerton said and the first Pinkerton said.

"That's enough Mr. Johns. You take Mr. Bunter and search around back. Mr Orly, let's head inside gentlemen. Be careful." The first Pinkerton said and they start to make their way in the building.

Arthur hides and leans up against the wall. One Pinkerton walks past him while one of them heads to the back towards the stairs, the third one stands in the main front room, with his back to Arthur, and the fourth Pinkerton was walking around towards the back.

Arthur then makes his way out of the building, stealthy, and heads towards the front door. He walks out as quietly and quick as he could and runs outside towards his horse and mounts it. Then he snaps the reigns and takes off, leaving Shady Belle behind.

He makes his way North of Saint Denis and eventually makes it towards Lakey, rain started pouring down. He comes up to what looks like a very small village, as the letter described, and he saw Pearson and Abigail standing outside. He dismounts his horse and walks up to them and they turn and their faces light up once they see him.

"Arthur! Arthur's here!" Pearson exclaims as Abigail let's out a giggle. "Oh, Arthur, you're alive!" She said. "Just about." Arthur said, exhausted. "Come inside, come on, it's raining." Abigail said as she takes his arm and leads him inside. "Look at you." Pearson said as they head to the front door.

"Hey everybody, look who's here." Abigail said, happily, and everyone looks over and sees Arthur was back. Everyone was happy and started to run towards him. "You made it." Javier said, as he had made it back some time ago.

"How y'all doing?" Arthur said as everyone gathers around him but he was looking for the two most important people. He walks over to Uncle, who was sleeping in a hammock, then begins to shake it.

"Hey, old man, wake up!" he said, waking Uncle up, when Abigail goes next to him. "Hey. Arthur, they got John..." she said. "Yeah, he got arrested." Sadie added. "He ain't hung yet?" Arthur asked. "Not yet. They moved him to Sisika. He's been working on a chain gang." Sadie explained when Tilly goes towards the back door, where (y/n) and Annebeth were sitting in a chair on the back deck and looking out at the water.

"(Y/n)..." Tilly calls out and (y/n) looks over her shoulder. "You're gonna wanna see this." She said, smiling, and (y/n) takes Annebeth off of her lap and set her down on her feet then gets up from her seat. The two head to the door and Tilly stands aside and (y/n) stops dead in her tracks as she looks ahead of herself.

There stood Arthur Morgan, wearing a white dress shirt that was dirty and dark gray pants and his hair and grown some and his beard had grown some as well. His face was also red, like he was sun-burnt. She gasped and placed both her hands over her mouth while Annebeth smiles and begins to run towards him.

"DADDY!!" She exclaims and he turns and sees her then kneels down. She runs into his arms and he wraps his arms around her and hugs her as he stands up while she hugs him back. "I missed you." Annebeth said to Arthur while everyone smiled. "Missed you too. Very much." Arthur mutters, his heart filled with joy, and he kissed the side of her head.

He looks over and sees (y/n) standing there at the other side of the building. Her eyes shining with tears but he could tell that they were happy tears and he goes to set Annebeth down. "Arthur..." (y/n) whispers then she runs towards him.

The two embraced each other and (y/n) started to sob with happiness as Arthur buried his face into the space between where her neck and shoulder meet. (Y/n) buries her face into his shoulder and runs her fingers through his hair, almost to reassure herself that this was real, and Arthur wraps his arms tighter around her.

(Y/n) pulls her head back to look up at him and she smiles. "You're alive. You're back." She whispers and Arthur smiles. "I told ya I'd come back to you." He mutters and they share a chuckle before they kiss. (Y/n) cupped his face in her hands and Arthur places his left hand behind her head, holding her in place, while his right arm was wrapped around her waist, the couple making up for lost time in this one kiss.

The remaining gang cheer and applaud at this, making the couple break the kiss and laugh. Then Tilly came up to Arthur with a bowl of stew and he removes his arms off of (y/n) and takes the bowl. (Y/n) leads him to a seat and he sits down on it as he starts to eat while everyone started to talk about what happened after the botched bank robbery.

By night time, Arthur had changed into different clothes and had shaved his beard down to a stubble and (y/n) had cut his hair. He was finishing catching up with the gang when Dutch and Micah walk in and everyone gasped at this.

"Dutch, Dutch."

"There he is, old Dutchy."

"He's back. He's back."

Dutch smiles at his people and nodded at them. "How'd you folks find each other? What happened? Can somebody get me a cup of coffee, or something?" Dutch asked and Mary-Beth went to go get a cup.

"It was Mrs. Adler and Miss (l/n) who saved us, Dutch. After the robbery in Saint Denis, they got us away from the camp before the Pinkertons turned up. Then Mrs. Adler and Mr. Smith drove away the degenerates who were living here." Strauss explained and Dutch looks over at Sadie and (y/n) then gives them a gratitude smile.

"Mrs. Adler, Miss (l/n), we owe you." Dutch tells them sad everyone nods in agreement while Arthur kisses the side of (y/n)'s head. "Thank you." Dutch tells them and Sadie and (y/n) nod at them.

"It's been real hard, Dutch. We been surviving but only just. What we going to do?" Tilly asked him and everyone looks over at Dutch, for guidance. He looks down at the cup of coffee that Mary-Beth just gave him and thinks over his words.

"Things have been tough. There ain't no doubt about that. Trust me, I am going to get us out of here. This ain't over." He said, firmly, then Micah walks up and holds his arms out.

"Ain't none of you folks interested in our adventures?" he asked. "Guess we're more interested in escaping the hangmen on our tail." Abigail said as she stands up and paces around. "Cheerful nymph of the prairie, wasn't you, Abigail?" Micah asked, with sarcasm. "Oh, sure. My fair heart jumps for joy when I set eyes on you, Micah." Abigail said, with the same amount of sarcasm then (y/n) turns to Dutch.

"We buried Hosea, Dutch. Charles and Abigail stole his body from the law one night and gave him a proper burial. It was real nice." (Y/n) said and Dutch looks down, as does everyone, until they heard the door slam open. Bill had just walked in.

"Well, here you is. Well, I asked everybody I could find, and eventually someone knew. Said you fools were out here. Shit!" Bill growls then he turns to Sadie. "Get me a drink or something." he demanded from her and she glares at him. "Get your own damn drink!" She yelled at him.

"In our absence, Mrs. Adler and Miss (l/n) here have been looking after things. Now sit down." Dutch tells Bill and it looked like Bill was about to say something but then they hear a voice shout from outside.

"This is Agent Milton with the Pinkerton Detective Agency." Milton's voice shout and everyone looks towards the window. "Already?" Dutch said, shocked. "Aw, shit..." Arthur growls and he turns to (y/n) and gestures for her to hide. She nods then grabs Annebeth and kneels down to the floor as Milton continues on.

"On behalf of Cornwall Kerosene and Tar, the United States Government and the Commonwealth of West Elizabeth...We are here to arrest you. Come out with your hands up." He shouts as the gang give each other worried looks. Milton turns to one of the agents.

"Give them to a count of five, then give them everything." He said and he starts to turn away but stops and turns back to the agent. "Actually, let them have it." He said and Dutch noticed the agent getting on a wagon that had a Gatling gun.

"Everyone get down!" Dutch shouts and everyone takes to the floor as bullets started flying. "Asked everyone you could find, did you, Bill?" Micah asked Bill, angrily, while Arthur goes over to (y/n), who was laying down on the ground and shielding Annebeth. "You two okay?" He asked them while Annebeth curled up to (y/n)'s chest and cried. "We're okay, Arthur." (Y/n) said then Sadie speaks up.

"Arthur, follow me!" She shouts and Arthur goes to follow her as they crawl along the floor. "This is real bad." Abigail said as her and Jack were laying on the ground some feet away from (y/n). "Just stay down, all of you." Arthur said as he continues to follow Sadie, who leads him out the back door.

"Arthur, follow me." she instructs as they get out side and get on their feet but stay crouched down. "Where are we going?" Arthur asked her. "This way, there's a trapdoor into the other house. We can try to flank them." Sadie explains as they get around the house then down a ladder and head over to the other building

"You fools weren't listening to me, were you? I showed mercy. You mistook it for weakness-" Milton shouts as the gunfire stopped. Arthur and Sadie make it through the trap door under the second building and climb up through it.

"Why have they stopped shooting?" Sadie asked as they make it into the building. Arthur walks up to the door and peaks through the cracks to see Milton standing and gesturing around him with his hands, the rain started to pour down over him.

"Now I will show strength and you may mistake it for brutality. There is no escape for any of you. I shall hunt you to the ends of the earth and the end of time! I killed your friends and I've enjoyed killing them and now I'm going to kill each and every one of you!" Milton went on and Arthur growls under his breath.

"This idiot is really starting to irritate me." Arthur growls and he turns to Sadie. "Come on!" He said and Sadie tosses him a rifle and Arthur kicks the door open and starts to kill a few of the agents, including the one on the Gatling gun.

"We need to push them back!" Arthur yells as he continues to fire. "Okay, let's go!" Sadie shouts and they continue their assault on the Pinkertons then Bill comes up and helps. "Don't think for one minute you're going to have all the fun by yourself!" he said as he kills a few then Arthur noticed that some of the agents were getting behind some of the large thick trees surrounding the area.

"They're hiding in the trees, get them!" Arthur shouts and he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw a Pinkerton agent running up behind him but before he could do anything, a gunshot rings out and the agent falls over to the side.

Arthur looks over and sees (y/n) at the window of the cabin, proping a rifle on the windowsill and the barrel was smoking. Arthur smiles at her and she winks then shifts the gun over and started to fire at any agents she could see and Arthur turns back around.

"We'll kill every last one of you!" Sadie screams as her, Arthur and Bill run and fire at the agents. "I have had it with you bastards!" Bill yells as he shoots and kills a couple of agents as more comes in and he, Sadie and Arthur move forward and a bit away from the cabin.

Then a few agents started to run down the main path towards the cabin. (Y/n) fires and shoots the agents but quickly she was getting overwhelmed, even with Dutch's and Micah's help once they got their guns out.

"We need someone back here. They're coming down the main path." Dutch shouts as they continue the gunfight. "Get on that Gatling gun, Arthur!" Sadie shouts and Arthur runs and ducks from the bullets as he heads to the Gatling gun.

"You're a dead man!" A Pinkerton shouts as he goes to shoot Arthur but Sadie shoots the agent, giving Arthur the opportunity to get to the gun. Finally, he gets on the gun and begins to fire. "Keep your head down! I'm swinging this around!" Arthur shouts and everyone ducks down and Arthur spins the gun around as he continues to fire, killing all of the agents.

Eventually, the Pinkertons started to run away. "That's right! Run you spineless sons of bitches!" Bill exclaims as the Pinkertons run away and Dutch walks out to check on the trio. "You saved us, Arthur." Dutch said to Arthur as he gets down from the wagon. "Well, me and Bill and Sadie." Arthur said as Micah comes out. "Well, we ain't been back for more than a few days." Micah said.

"What do we do, Dutch?" Arthur asked Dutch, who was thinking but he wasn't his normal calm and confident self he seemed angrier. "Clearly, we need to leave. It will take them some time to regroup." Dutch said then he turns to the gang once they come out of the cabin.

"Mr. Pearson, Miss Grimshaw, start packing up." he orders then he turns to Javier and Bill. "Javier, you and Bill, get out of here. Go scare off any scum still loitering about. We need a couple of days. Now, please gentlemen!" Dutch said and Javier and Bill nod. "Sure." Bill said and they walk off and search around the area.

"What next, Dutch?" Arthur asked Dutch. "We just need some time. I need some time. Now, we can't go east because then we'll be in the ocean, so we're going to have to go north, I guess. I just need someone to buy me some damn time! One of you!" Dutch said then he slams his fist down on the gatling gun wagon. "You'll figure it out, boss. You always do." Micah assures him.

"What are you going to do about John, Dutch?" Abigail asked Dutch as she walks up to him. "John?" Dutch said, almost confused, as he turns to Abigail. "He's in jail." She reminded him. "W-W-We'll get him....Abigail. Just not, not yet." Dutch said. "There's talk of hanging him." Abigail pleads as Dutch shakes his head. "It's not going to come to that." he said and he starts to walk off while (y/n) goes over to Arthur.

"Dutch!" Abigail shouts at him as she kinda follows him but stops after a few steps. "Not now, Miss! Not now." Dutch said and he heads to the cabin, Micah not far behind him, and (y/n) hugs Arthur.

"You okay?" She asked him as she looks him over. "I'm fine. You?" He asked her and she nods then Abigail comes over to them and Sadie, who was standing a few feet away from Arthur and (y/n).

"I'm begging you two. He's...they're going to hang him. It would break my...the boy's heart." Abigail begs them. "Please, do something."

"We will." Sadie said and Abigail smiles at them. "Thank you." She said and she heads back inside the cabin and Arthur and (y/n) pull out of their embrace.

"Okay. I'm going to go figure out how we rescue this bastard." Sadie said. "Now?" Arthur asked her. "Yes, now. Meet me at Doyle's Tavern on Milyonne Avenue." She tells him. "Okay." Arthur said and Sadie walks off.

"Thanks for the help back there." Arthur said to (y/n) and she smiles at him. "Of course." She said but then she turns her head towards the cabin for a moment then turns back to Arthur.

"Is Dutch okay, Arthur? He just...he just seems different." (Y/n) said and Arthur sighs. "I don't know. Seems as...what began happening in Blackwater, began happening...years ago, maybe. A slow decline, I guess." Arthur said and (y/n) gives a confused look at this. "What do you mean?" She asked. "I ain't quite sure." He replied as he looks down and sighs, heavily, at this.

(Y/n) frowns and takes his hand in hers. "Arthur..." she said to him in a soft tone and he, slowly, turns his head to her. "I'm so sorry about Hosea and Lenny. I know...you were really close to them..." she said and Arthur sighs again.

"It’s just a damn mess we've gotten into..." he said then he runs his right hand over his eyes and then said. "I think I need some sleep...before I go meet up with Sadie."

(Y/n) nods and she leads him back to the cabin.

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Sex, My Ears, Crushes, and Old People (Chapter 9)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Word Count: 3,442 Warnings: Jeremy+Vickey(Mention), Abuse(mention), Jealous Amari, DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Story Master List | Previous Part | Next Part

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It's been a couple of days since the founders' party, Amari sat in her room drawing with headphones on, in an attempt to clear away the thoughts that currently plagued her mind. The events of last night that plagued her mind caused her to press the pencil down harder.

The curly brunette seethed with anger, not able to comprehend that Damon had been hurting and using one of her best friends like an object. She couldn't believe Stefan allowed Damon near the blonde if he was abusive. She had seen the bite marks all over Caroline's body, the evidence was there.

The lead snapped causing her to let out a sigh as she pulled her earphones out and made her way into the kitchen and pulling herself onto the counter in a squat.

"Guys!" Elena whispered yelled causing the two to look at the brunette who gestured upstairs with her hands as she exclaimed, "are you aware of what's going on upstairs?"

Amari whined in disgust knowing she was talking about Jeremy and Vicki, "I slept in Jenna's room last night. There are things people should just not hear, and the sound of my brother's skin slapping my best friend is one of them."

Jenna had an amused smirk on her face at Amari's remark, Elena rolled her eyes at Amari's joke before turning her attention to her aunt and questioned, "And you have no complaints?"

"I mean," Jenna shrugged as she shook her head and replied, "He could be craftier about it, make an effort to sneak her in and out."

"I won't be home for dinner," Jenna smiled, turning away from the girls. Elena grinned, moving to stand in front of Amari as the two exchanged a look with smirks on their lips, "So you're actually going to do it"

"You're gonna go out with Logan" Amari stated, wiggling her eyebrows causing Jenna to roll her eyes at the girls, and correcting them, " I'm gonna show up and torture him, yes."

The two girls were chuckling at the remark, Jenna sent them a look and decided to change the subject, "Have you heard from Stefan?"

The brunette let out a small sigh at the mention of her sort-of boyfriend as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and informed, "Not since he left that very vague message three days ago. 'Hi, Elena. I, um, I have something I have to do. I'll, uh, explain In a few days"

Amari chuckled, looking down at her phone and reading the text she received. She glanced up at Elena, "Haven't you called him?" "Nope, not going to."

And you're okay with everything," Jenna questioned, glancing at Amari's giggle only to see her staring at her phone. Elena scoffed as she shook her head, "I'm not ok with any of it, but I'm not gonna cry about it. I was gonna write but then I thought 'What am I gonna write?'"

"I'm not gonna be one of those pathetic girls whose world stops spinning because of some guy."

"Gee thanks," Amari sighed, hopping off the counter and running back to her room and slamming it shut. Elena frowned, shoving her bowl down and chasing after, banging on the door. "Amari, I didn't mean you."

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Amari walked down the corridor of Mystic Falls High, throwing away a half-eaten granola bar. She held her book in one hand, pressed against her hip, and the other hand scratched her jaw. She remained oblivious to the attention of the teenagers, everyone's eyes on her. Amari was the kind of person people wanted to date but didn't know how to ask. If they did ask, they were rejected in the nicest way possible.

"Hey, baby" Amari smiled, stopping next to Bonnie and Elena, whose eyes were on Caroline talking with cheerleaders about a car wash fundraiser. Bonnie smiled, "Hey!"

Elena scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief as she turned to her friends, "Unbelievable, it's like nothing happened."

"She's in denial," Amari stated, Bonnie nodded her head in agreement as the three glanced at Caroline.

Stefan walked towards the three as he glanced between Amari and Elena before focusing his attention on the younger brunette. He greeted her with a smile, " Hey."

Amari scoffed, rolling her eyes and turning to Bonnie with a small smile, "I'm gonna check on Caroline, see you later."

She walked away, bumping into Stefan and almost knocking him off his feet. "Um, I have to go, too. I have somewhere else I have to be" Bonnie nodded her head as she turned around, leaving the couple on their own.

Elena sighed, watching Amari walk away to talk to Caroline. She occasionally glanced at Stefan, waiting for him to speak. He stared at her and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I haven't called."

"No worries, I'll live," Elena commented forcing a smile on her face and causing Stefan to sigh as he responded, " I was dealing with Damon" the doppelgänger raised her eyebrows as she questioned, "And did you?"

Stefan nodded his head as he stared at his sort-of girlfriend and assured her, '"Yes."

Elena couldn't help but let out a scoff of disbelief, tilting her, glancing towards Amari, and asked, "For four days?"

"You have every right to be upset with me, but can I explain it all to you, please?" Stefan remarked causing Elena to stay quiet for a moment as she hesitated before finally nodding her head and responding, "Sure. When?"

The youngest Salvatore furrowed his eyebrows slightly before he spoke up, "I gotta be home after school, but the Grill around 4 o'clock?"

Elena smiled slightly deciding to give him a chance to explain as she told him, "Okay"

"Stefan, where's Damon?" Caroline called out to the youngest Salvatore brother dragging Amari with her, "He has some serious apologizing to do."

Amari huffed at the blonde knowing why she would want to see him again after everything Damon had put her through. Stefan frowned exchanging a look with Elena before he softly told the Forbes girl, "He's gone, Caroline."

Caroline's face dropped at his words before shaking her head and curiously asking, "When's he coming back?"

"He's not coming back" Stefan stated with a shake of his head, " I'm sorry" he apologized before walking away from the three. Elena let out a sigh as she looked at her best friend with a sympathetic look on her face and assured the blonde, "This is a good thing, Caroline. He won't be able to hurt you anymore"

Caroline stayed silent for a moment before a small sigh escaped her lips as she muttered, "I know that."

Amari sent her a small smile before dragging her to class as the school bell rang. ────────────

After school ended, Elena and Amari both entered the Mystic Grill as the younger girl dragged Amari with her. She didn't want to be alone, just in case, Stefan doesn't show.

Amari rolled her eyes, annoyed at her friend. She was supposed to go help Caroline with the fundraising car wash, but Elena didn't give her any choice. A small grin appeared on the oldest girl's lips as she caught sight of Matt by the pool table, "Hey Tweedledum"

She and Elena stopped beside the blonde, he smiles at the two and responded with a small 'Hi', Elena smiled and glanced around the grill, "Um, have you seen Stefan at all?"

"Nope," Matt shook his head in response, "but if you guys want to kill some time, you can rack."

Elena let out a chuckle tilting her head to the side causing Matt to send them both a look as he commented, "We haven't played in forever, I'll let you break."

Amari grinned as she took the pool stick from Matt and warned, "I won't go easy on you."

"Don't expect anything less, Mari" Matt teased with a smirk on his lips, Elena let out a laugh glancing between her best friend and her ex-boyfriend as she watched them start playing pool.

They've been playing for quite a while when Amari suddenly brought up what happened this morning between Vicki and Jeremy, "I had to sleep with Jenna, I'll never be able to erase the sounds from my mind."

Matt couldn't help but let out a chuckle at them, Elena had a look of distaste on her face, "Vicki was all nonchalant like it's no big deal they're hooking up."

"I'm not gonna lie, your brother and my sister, that's weird" Matt admitted with a shake of his head. Elena and Amari send him knowing looks making Matt let a small smile appear on his lips.

Elena let out a sigh as her phone buzzed causing Matt to glance at her with a soft look as he questioned, " How late is he?"

Amari hummed as she sighed out, "Hitting the hour mark."

"Nothing's wrong, though. Which means I'm not talking boy problems with you" Elena remarked in discomfort. It was weird talking about Stefan to her ex-boyfriend, who isn't over her yet.

Matt smiled in amusement at the brunette as he sarcastically stated, " Good. I mean, it's not like we were ever best friends or anything."

Amari raised her eyebrows sending a sister a look causing her to sigh in defeat as she muttered, " Okay, what do you think of Stefan? Is he a good guy?"

"Why? What's he done?" Matt questioned looking between Elena and Amari in concern only for Elena to shake her head as she told him.

"No, he's just secretive. Like there's something he doesn't want me to know, which makes me wanna know."

Matt snorted in amusement glancing between the girls and teasingly said, "Like he's a serial killer and he keeps a clown suit in his trunk?"

"No," Amari wheezed, playfully shoving him away, "but what do we know about him, really?"

"He's great at football, a little bit of a loner, and as much as I hate saying it, he might be a nice guy." The Donovan boy admitted causing Elena to let out a sigh as she glanced between the two and asked, "Think I'm paranoid?"

Amari frowned as told her, "I think you should talk to him about it, honey." Matt nodded in agreement when suddenly, "Talk to who?"

Stefan appeared behind them causing all three of them to snap their heads towards him, Amari even letting out a shout, "I'm so sorry, I'm late."

"What happened?" Elena curiously questioned causing Stefan to tilt his head to the side as he explained, "I got held up"

"No shit," Amari deadpanned, exchanging a look with Elena before tilting her head at Stefan, "Is everything okay?"

"There's this thing with my uncle" Stefan informed causing Elena to let out a scoff as she snapped, "You couldn't call, send a text? Tell me you're gonna be an hour late."

Matt and Amari shared uncomfortable glances, the Donovan boy clearing his throat as she spoke up, "Well, he's here now so I'm gonna go."

Amari sent a reassuring smile to Elena before waving goodbye to Matt and quickly leaving the grill not wanting to get in the middle of whatever going on between the couple. ────────────

The following day, after school, Amari and Elena stand with Caroline in the parking lot listening to the blonde cheerleader talk about the rules for the fundraiser, "No friend discounts, no freebies, no pay-you-laters. We are not running a charity here"

Amari nods her head in fake seriousness and shouts, "Ma'am, no, ma'am!" Elena and Caroline giggled when Stefan suddenly appeared, "Hi," he greeted, smiling at the three girls.

"Hey," Elena replied with a smile turning around to face her boyfriend while Amari and Caroline exchange a disbelief look. The blonde girl crossed her arms over her chest with a scoff and resorted, " Um, the event is called sexy studs, you know?"

Amari nodded her head in agreement sending the couple a pointed look before being dragged away by Caroline as she strutted over towards the other cheerleaders. Stefan let out a chuckle as he raised his eyebrows at Elena and asked, "Did we just get scolded?"

"And judged, yeah," Elena added in with a giggle shaking her head at her friends' antics, "Those two together, are unstoppable."

Stefan laughed as he turned around to glance at Amari. The tall brunette had a smile on her face, chatting with some of the cheerleaders, and holding one in her lap. The Salvatore couldn't but smile in awe when he looked at her. She was going to be the death of him.

Amari made her way over to Bonnie who was washing a car with Matt. "Amari," The shorter dark-skinned girl whined, "you look so sexy." Bonnie teased, an amused look on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, thank Caroline. She came over last night and picked out my outfit, told me no friend of hers was gonna show up looking like a hobbit." Amari chuckled causing Bonnie to laugh as the two turned their attention to Matt who was eyeing Elena and Stefan who were kissing.

Bonnie held a sympathetic look on her face as Amari let out a scoff and told him, "None of that creepy ex-stalker shit."

Matt raised his eyebrows and told the girls, "I'm just observing"

"Sure you were" Bonnie teasingly commented with a nod when a red car pulled up causing her to turn around and call out.

" Tiki, this one's yours" the cheerleader groaned looking at the car unimpressed and broadly asked, "Why do I always get the homely ones?"

Amari's eyes widened as Tiki turned her attention to the boy and told him, "Just to be clear, your car's a POS. I mean, we can wash it, but it's still a POS"

"Why you gotta be so mean," Amari scoffed as she folded her arms across her chest.

"No, mean is uglying up the road with this piece of crap," Tiki responded bending down and reaching into the bucket of soapy water not noticing the glares she was receiving from Bonnie when suddenly the bucket of water exploded and soaked Tiki from head to toe.

Amari wheezed as she watched Tiki freak out while Bonnie's eyes widened in shock glancing at her friend. Matt rushed over to help Tiki as he handed her a towel and teasingly said, "Wet and Wild, Tik."

Bonnie smiled at Amari, giggling when she kissed her cheek. She watched her friend walk towards Stefan. Amari had a mischievous smile on her face as she skipped behind Stefan who was cleaning a car.

Quietly but quickly, she picked up the hose, turned it on, and sprayed him with it laughing loudly as he held his hands out trying to get away from the Taylor-Gilbert.

"You're dead!" Stefan yelled with a smile on his face snatching the hose from her and spraying her causing her to squeal loudly as she ran around the car only for him to grab her causing her to laugh. She huffed, rubbing at her eye, "Oh my god!"

"What," Stefan frowned, his hands still wrapped around her waist. She turns out of his arms and squats to search the ground. "I lost my contact lenses."

Stefan squats with her, catching his breath while searching for the lenses. He pauses, he's never seen lenses in her eyes. "Since when do you wear conta-"

"What are you two doing?!" Caroline seethed, annoyance on her face as she narrowed her eyes at the two and snapped, "This is a fundraiser for god sake, stop messing around!"

The blonde sent a look at them before stomping away causing Stefan and Amari to glance at one another before laughing loudly.

They grin at each other, only for their smiles to slowly fade from their faces seeing how close the two of them were to one another.

After calming down, the two worked on the car together when Amari's eyes landed on the youngest Salvatore ring, she warned him, "You're getting soap in that."

"Oh, it's fine" Stefan assured brushing off her warning as she made her way towards him grabbing his hand as she took a closer look at his ring, "Damon has one too, is there a story behind it?" She asked, still picking at the ring and playing with his fingers.

Stefan nodded his head as he glanced at the ring before looking up at Amari and informed, "It's the family crest from the Italian Renaissance."

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise and resorted, "The stone called lapis lazuli, right?"

"Why am I not surprised how you know this?" Stefan jokingly asked in awe and amazement at the curly brunette, she was incredibly smart and many doubted her intelligence. She shrugged her shoulders, before turning to grab her bag, "You should really take it off, I can put it in my bag" she suggested with a small smile.

Stefan immediately shook his head in response and assured her, "No, it's fine, really, thanks though."

Amari pulled a weird face as she stared at Stefan before grabbing his hand and snatching the ring off. Keeping her fingers laced with his she smiles at the noise of shock and complaint.

"It's ok, really." Before he could question her, Elena called out her name. She turned seeing Elena gesturing for her to help her at the stand. Amari dropped his hand, ignoring the hiss from Stefan and blindly slipping the ring back on his finger. She excused herself from Stefan as she made her way over towards Elena, passing Caroline who was heading towards the school for more towels.

The tall brunette took a seat next to her friend who was speaking to an elderly man, "That'll be $20."

The man handed over the money, a frown appeared on Elena's face as he seemed familiar. She gasped with a look of recognition on her face and said, "I saw you last night. You were talking to a friend of mine, at the grill."

"Well, I thought it was somebody I knew" the man mumbled in confusion, Amari frowned as she glanced between the two as Elena spoke up, "Stefan Salvatore."

"Nah, it can't be," The man let out a scoff of disbelief shaking his head as he exclaimed, "It's just my mind playing tricks on me."

Amari turned towards the man letting out a small sigh as she questioned, "Where do you think you've seen him?"

"When I first moved here, I stayed at the Salvatore boarding house. Stefan was just passing through to visit his uncle." The man began to explain as he stared at the two girls, "I mean, none of us knew he was even there until the attack."

Elena and Amari both furrowed their brows more confused than they already were as the younger brunette questioned, "Attack?" The man hummed glancing between the two girls and explained, "His uncle got killed, mauled by an animal in the woods."

Amari let out a small scoff as Elena asked, "His uncle Zach?" The man immediately shook his head and responded, " No, Joseph."

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't think we're familiar with the story" Elena stated as she stared at the man hoping to get more information from him causing the man to chuckle in amusement as he told them, "Oh, how could you? I mean, this happened years ago."

Amari frowned, about to ask him another question when Tiki suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, " Grandpa, you gotta go, mom wants you home, okay?"

The man nodded his head turning to leave as Tiki turned to the girls, her attention drawn to Amari "He wasn't bugging you, was he? He's a little Alzheimer.'

"No, he was sweet" Amari answered as she stood up pulling Elena with her as they rushed to catch up with the elder man, "I'm sorry, are you sure that the man that you knew, his name was Stefan Salvatore?"

The man nodded his head without hesitation causing the twins to share a nervous look, "I remember his ring and his brother" he trailed off causing Elena's eyes to widen as she added in, " Damon?"

"Yeah, Stefan and Damon Salvatore," the man informed as Amari tilted her head to the side as she curiously asked, "When was this?" The man went silent for a moment trying to think back before letting out a sigh and saying, "it was early June 1953."

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19 - Outside Country On

Everything Changed At 21

Part 20

Tags @abaker74 @bvbwestfall

A few months later

Turning my alarm off I climbed out of the bed I entered the closet in a house my parents owned down south. They had bought some patch of land a years before I was born. Growing up my dad would take me hunting so I decided that Luke should bring the boys out here. Tying my cameo boots and shrugging on my jacket I opened my bedroom door. Entering the kitchen I saw Luke was helping Tate with his boots. "Y/n, you're coming with us!" Bo said with excitement when I picked up a crossbow since that was what I hunted with when I got my first deer. "Yes she is Bo Bo. She's gonna be our guide in a way." Luke grabbed the geer walking the trail into the woods away from the house. It had been a little while since I became the fiancee to a country singer. We hadn't started planing the wedding since it seemed easier to just be engaged for a year or so. Luke didn't want to pressure me and I didn't want to make him into marriage. Since it wasn't long that he had been divorced from Caroline. Stopping in my tracks I moved some leaves helping Bo get set up in the direction we hoped the deer would come from.

Luke and Tate sat across the road pressed up against another tree across the front us. Sitting with my back against the tree Bo sitting in between my legs. The crossbow was being held on a stand I had. Glancing over to my fiance he was telling his youngest what he was supposed to do. Tate was trying to get his very first deer this weekend. So I was letting him have that moment with his father. Laying my head back I closed my eyes for a few seconds Bo shakes my arm pointing out the sunrise rising through the trees with a smile. Leaves were falling ontop of us and it was an hour till we heard foosteps coming our direction. "Luke." I called in a whisper his direction so he does a few calls sounding like a doe. Bo holds the crossbow steady against his chest when we locked eyes on a nice six point buck. Another came around that looks like a four pointer. Luke helps Tate hold up the gun up against his chest whispering in his ear carefully instructions. "Which one you taken Bo?" I asked seeing his brother was already lined up on one of them. "The six." Carefully raising four fingers I pointed towards Tate knowing Luke would know what it meant.

Two shots went off at the same time but the gunfire from the gun rang through the woods. The four falls to the ground immediately. But the six runs off a little ways so Bo and I quickly got to our feet rushing forward. "There's a trail Y/n." He pointed to some light drops of blood going down the hill. Whipping my head around to Luke he was patting Tate on the back grinning. "We're gonna go find the other one." I told him before taking Bo's hand in mine and slinging the crossbow which I reloaded over my shoulder. My boots slide down the hill and I fall on my butt laughing a little. "I've got you. Y/n." Bo helps me to my feet where we kept walking to find the deer laying in a small creek. Pulling out my phone I dial Luke since we weren't going to be able to carry it up the hill. "Hey we found it. You and Tate bring yours down here and we'll do pictures." He replied hanging up quickly. "Copy that darling." Bo lifts up the head smiling at the deer when I bend down on a knee ruffling his hair like Luke does. He gives me a weird look where I asked. "What's up, Thomas?" He shrugged his shoulders giving me a weak smile. "Can we call you mom or is that weird?" Avoiding his gaze for a moment I suck in a breath not sure what to say.

Luke and I hadn't had the discussion on them calling me mom yet. I assume we would do it after the wedding or something. "You can call me whatever you want, kiddo. I know you're daddy won't mind." Luke and Tate finally make it down so I had the boys sit behind their kills with the weapon laying in front of them. Luke stands beside me until I shoved him forward holding my phone up to take the picture. "Get in there, cowboy." The three gave me a smile until Luke grabbed me by my belt tugging me down with them on the ground. He holds up the phone so we could all get in the selfie. It took us a few hours to get the deers all taken care of but thankfully we ended up sitting around the campfire Luke had done. Luke wrapped his arms around me with me sitting on his lap hearing me humming a random toon to myself. "What are you singing over there, hmm?" Shrugging my shoulders my hair falling loose down my shoulders I saw his guitar leaned up against his chair. "I think I just got an idea for a song. Give me the guitar.." He picked it up handing it to me where I started playing it since he had it tooned already. "People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country. What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots? Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies? Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth. You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain. Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain. We're all a little different, but we're all the same. Everybody doin' their own thing."

"I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve. On a no cab tractor hauling them bales. Backing in boats, fishing limb lines. Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines. Step side cover down in peanut dust. Friday night spotlighting, that was us. It might not've been you, but I can't judge. Just be proud of what makes you country." Luke caught onto what I was doing so he puts his hand over mine playing the guitar with me. "Does it run in your blood? Did it come from your daddy and mama?. Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio? That feels so right. Did you lock eyes with a little green-eyed girl from Jackson? Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know. Me, I got my Sunday learning in a Live Oak church. Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt. Waiting for the fall to finally come along. So I can grab by gun and get my outside on." Tate and Bo had gotten up to start dancing around the burning fire howling like wolves at the moon.

Luke and I grinned up at each other still singing the song together. He looked handsome in the fire light making me smile. "Might be from a city or a little farm town. Whatever kind of square that you drove around. Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down? You know you gotta let it out. I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve. On a no cab tractor hauling them bales. Backing in boats, fishing limb lines. Running bird dogs through them Georgia pines. Step side cover down in peanut dust. Friday night spotlighting, that was us. It might not've been you, but I ain't judging. Just be proud of what makes you country." He leans forward kissing me quickly ignoring the boys sounds of disgust before finishing the new song. "Whatever makes you country. You do your kinda country. They doing they kind of country. I do my kind of country. Whatever makes us country." Luke sits the guitar down wrapping his arms around my waist. I lay my head on his chest sighing in relief watching the stars above us until we got tired.

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“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been.." - Fernando Pessoa

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline edit #kc edit #kcedit #klarolineedit #kc fandom #the originals #the way they look at each other #the infinite longing in that scene #the sadness for what they cannot change #the way they're fighting against what they really want to do #and then caroline moves away deciding she's not gonna just let him move on with his plan without interfering #because she can't let him die #asdbjghdshjgdahgdas #just kill me

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Cursed

Requested by: @crazycactuzz

“My idea: Worried Damon because the reader is in trouble. For example because of the Hunter's curse. The reader killed the hunter instead of Elena to save Damon? Or that's she's been compelled or something? Reader and Damon are not together yet. Angst/fluff - Thank you!”

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, violence, death, sewer-side themes (the hunters curse)

Notes: Set in 4x05 “The Killer".

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Damon woke up, cursing as the side effects of the vervain hit him like a truck. His head was pounding as he moved, realising he was lying on a couch. That was when it all came flooding back. His little brother had vervained him.

He began to rise from the couch and hissed as sunlight seeping through the window hit his face. His skin felt like it was on fire. Ducking down again he glanced down at his hand. His daylight ring was gone.

“That dick.” He seethed, wincing in pain as he reached down and grabbed his phone.

He immediately clicked on the top contact and pressed the phone to his ear as he slid off the coach and crawled away from the sunlight. There was only person he wanted to talk to right now.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder at the Lockwood Mansion, giving Caroline one last wave goodbye before heading towards her car. *yn* looked down at her phone as it began to ring, a smile forming on her lips when she saw Damon’s name.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite Salvatore.” She drawled cheerily. “I’m glad you called, I have some gossip for you - spoiler alert it’s the angsty teen hybrid kind.”

Damon couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips at her words. Only *yn* could make him laugh when he was at his murder everything in sight level rage.

“Although that sounds very juicy, you’re going to have to fill me in later I’m afraid sweetheart.” He answered, wincing as he rose up to his full height.

“Damon? What’s wrong?” *yn* queried, immediately noticing the tone of his voice.

“My little brother decided it would be a good idea to inject me full of vervain.”

“He what?” *yn* hissed. “Why would he- where are you Damon?” She queried.

“Ric’s old place.”

“Stay put, I’ll be right there.” She ordered, hanging up on him as she hurriedly hopped into her car.

Damon sighed as he glanced down at his bare hand, “couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.”

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“That sneaky little bastard.” *yn* shook her head as she paced around Ric’s apartment. She came to a stop at the window, staring down at the Mystic Grill. “It’s official, I’m gonna kill him.”

“Not if I get to him first.” Damon remarked as he sulked in the shadowy corner.

“Why would Stefan keep this from us, I don’t understand.” Elena murmured.

“Because he’s either compelled or he’s made some little secret deal with Klaus.” Damon snapped.

“Then I need to get in there.” Elena decided, moving towards the door.

“Elena don’t, that hunter is dangerous.” *yn* shook her head.

“So am I.” She spat back angrily. “I can’t just sit by while Jeremy and Matt are trapped in there like sitting ducks.”

“I know.” *yn* murmured as she studied her. Being one of Elena’s best friends *yn* had known Jeremy since he was born and Matt her whole life, so she knew exactly how Elena felt.

“But Elena you're too new, you won’t be able to control your emotions. And if you kill Connor the guilt will ruin you.” *yn* explained, pausing for a brief moment as she studied Elena. “Let me go.”

“No way. Absolutely not.” Damon shook his head, causing both *yn* and Elena to turn around to face him. “There is no way in hell you-” He paused pointing directly at *yn*, “are going anywhere near there.”

*yn* let out a scoff, folding her arms as she glared at him.

"I’m sorry who died and left you in charge?”

“Um I don’t know if you remember *yn* but last time you encountered that hunter psycho he nearly killed you.” Damon emphasised.

“Ok but this time he won’t see me coming.” *yn* shot back as she took a few steps towards Damon. “Besides I’m stronger and I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of killing before so my emotions aren’t going to take me on a rollercoaster of a guilt trip if I kill the prick, no offence Elena.” *yn* continued, shooting Elena an apologetic look before turning back to Damon.

“I’m going.”

“No you’re not. Especially when I can’t be there to look out for you.” Damon snapped, his eyes narrowed in anger as he approached her. He came to a stop only inches away from her, staring down at her with such intensity that *yn* felt the urge to look away. “You are not going. End of discussion.”

“Or what? You’ll snap my neck to stop me going?” *yn* practically growled as she jutted her chin up to glare back at him.

“Don’t give me ideas sweetheart.” Damon answered back, his blue eyes brimming with rage. The pair glared at each other, both unwavering and unwilling to back down.

It had always been like this with Damon and *yn*. The pair got on like a house on fire but both were horrendously stubborn and as a result, they often clashed. If Damon was honest, that was what had first drawn him to her. She had never shown any fear towards him, even when she was human.

It didn’t help either that both would die to protect the other. A constant cycle of one trying to sacrifice themselves to save the other. It had been a slow process, but somehow along the way during Damon’s attempt to get Katherine and then to get Elena, he had fallen madly in love with *yn*.

For *yn*, Damon had initially been the enemy, the one there just to cause chaos and misery for Stefan and Elena. But along the way she had started to see glimpses of a gentler, insecure and damaged young man. It didn’t help that he was ridiculously attractive and charming, the ‘bad boy’ aura ever alluring.

Their friends often joked amongst themselves that *yn* and Damon were the only two people who didn’t know that they were both in love with each other.

“*yn*.” Elena cleared her throat awkwardly, finally forcing the pair to rip their gazes from each other. “Damon is right, you can’t go for me.”

“Besides, I have the advantage of Connor not knowing I’m a vampire. I can take him by complete surprise.” Elena continued when she saw that *yn* was about to protest.

“Perfect. There we go, end of discussion.” Damon spoke, shooting *yn* a sarcastic smirk. *yn* scowled at him before looking back at Elena.

“Fine, but I’m going to wait in those tunnels you were telling me about and if I hear something that even slightly resembles the sound of trouble, I’m coming in to help.”

“Ok.” Elena nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Damon interjected as he watched the two girls make their way towards the door. “What about me?”

“Sorry Damon, we don’t have time to find your daylight ring.” Elena shook her head as she opened the front door.

“It’ll be good for you.” *yn* answered, “give you some time to really reflect about how much of a jackass you can be.”

And with that she shot him a sarcastic smile before slamming the door shut behind her.

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“Good work brother.”

“It’s over Damon, I have him.”

*yn* used her vampire speed to move from one end of the tunnel system to the other as the sound of Damon’s voice caught her attention. She paused, peering out from a corner to see Stefan holding the hunter with Damon blocking their path.

“Not after what I just went through, I had to punch through a boiler room basement into a septic tank to get into this stupid tunnel.”

Oops.

“But it’ll be worth it.” Damon hissed and *yn* saw that very familiar murderous glare form on his features as he stared at Connor.

“I’m taking him with me.” Stefan answered.

“That’s the thing, you’re not. I don’t know what you’re up to or what Klaus has over you, but even if I have to go through you, I’m gonna kill him.”

*yn* glanced at Connor, her eyes narrowing when she noticed him fiddling with something in his pocket.

“You better back off Damon, this has nothing to do with Klaus ok, you’re just going to have to trust me on this one.” Stefan explained as Damon took a few steps towards him.

*yn* watched as Connor slowly began to unveil what was in his pocket.

A stake.

“Don’t want to, don’t have to, not gonna. Now give him to me brother.”

Stefan wavered for a few moments, his grip loosening on Connor ever so slightly. She could see Connor’s grip on the stake tighten as he stole a glance at Stefan before turning his attention to Damon.

“Damon look out!” She yelled, springing out from her hiding spot when she saw Connor rip out of Stefan’s hold and take a step towards him.

She was beside Damon in a flash, shoving him out of the way as Connor hurled the stake through the air. She caught it with ease, discarding it to the floor as she stood in front of Connor.

“You.” He hissed, recognising her immediately. Anger coarse through her veins as she glared back at him, memories of when he had nearly staked her through the heart resurfacing.

“Hello hunter.” She smiled sweetly. In the blink of an eye she was mere inches from him.

A loud snap echoed through the tunnel as she leant up and snapped his neck without hesitation.

“No!” Stefan yelled, his eyes wide in disbelief as he watched Connor’s lifeless body crumple to the floor.

“Goodbye hunter.”

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“*yn*! It’s me, your friendly, neighbourhood Salvatore!” Damon called out, knocking loudly on her front door.

The shrill sound of his phone ringing made him pause mid knock.

“Brother.” He greeted, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Have you seen or heard from *yn*?” He asked and Damon froze at the sound of his brother’s very familiar worried voice.

“I’m at her place now, I haven’t heard from her since we buried our hunter friend last night.” He explained. “Why are you asking me?”

“I just had a visit from Klaus. He knows the hunter is dead.” Stefan explained and Damon’s grip on his phone tightened.

“That dick is not coming after *yn* is he? Because neither of us knew about the cure-”

“No, Caroline’s friendship with *yn* seems to have spared her.” Stefan answered and Damon felt himself breath a sigh of relief.

“Then what the hell is it brother?”

“There’s a curse, the Hunter’s Curse. Anyone who kills one of the five suffers it.” Damon froze up at Stefan’s words.

“Tell me.” He spat out. “Tell me what happens if you get cursed. Now.”

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“You’re not real.” *yn* breathed out. In nothing but her lingerie, she backed into the corner of her bathroom as Connor paced towards her.

“No I’m not. You made damn sure of that when you snapped my neck last night.” He growled as he stalked towards her.

“Don’t you have something better to do. Like finding peace or some shit.” She snapped back as she eyed him warily.

He let out a dark chuckle, his neck sticking out at an odd angle as he cocked his head. “Darling I’m not going anywhere.”

She watched as he unsheathed the stake that was intended for Damon last night. “Not until I finish what I started.”

“You can’t hurt me. You’re in my head.” She hissed back, eyeing him warily.

“You’re right I am.” He answered before lunging forward and plunging the stake into her stomach. She grimaced and let out a shout in pain, slumping to her knees as she felt the wood scrape her insides.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel this stake stabbing into you over and over.” He grinned as he lured over her.

“Get out of my head!” She yelled at him which only made him laugh harder.

“Not until you’re dead.”

The sound of her front door bursting open made her freeze up. She glanced up to see that Connor was no longer standing in front of her.

“*yn*!” She felt immense relief coarse through her veins at the sound of Damon’s voice.

“Damon! I’m up here!” She called out as she slowly rose to her feet.

“I don’t-” She cut herself, her blood running cold as the door opened revealing Connor standing in front of her.

“C’mon darling, you didn’t think your precious little boyfriend was going to save the day did you?” He smirked as he again began to prowl towards her.

“No.” She growled, backing away from him once more. “Stay the hell away from me.”

She could feel her whole body shaking as she felt her back hit the edge of her sink. Her eyes darted down to see a pair of scissors sitting on the basin.

“What are you going to do?” Connor queried as he continued to close in on her. “Kill me again?”

She gritted her teeth as she felt her hand clasp around the scissors. The second she had a firm grip she lunged forward and plunged them deep into Connor’s neck. She let out a shaky breath as she watched Connor splutter and grip at his neck as blood began to spill down his chest.

Then all of a sudden he was gone and in his place was Damon who was staring at her in shock.

“Ow.” He grimaced as he pulled the scissors from his neck and discarded them onto the floor.

“I don’t understand Connor he-” She cut herself off. “Oh my god I-” Tears brimming in her eyes as realisation hit her.

“Damon I’m so sorry.” She shook her head as he made his way towards her. “I hurt you I- I could have killed you-”

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m fine.” He reassured her as cupped her cheek in his hand.

“I- Damon-” She whispered and Damon felt his heart crack as she looked up at him, pure terror written across her features. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I do.” He murmured as he leant up to gently brush a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“We’re going to fix this.”

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“I’m still struggling to see how locking *yn* in our basement is fixing any of this.”

“She stabbed you in the neck with scissors Damon, she can’t be left roaming around where she might hurt someone else during one of her hallucinations.” Stefan explained as he watched his brother pace in front of their fireplace.

“Bonnie just texted saying she’s about to talk to Professor Shane. I’m sure he’ll know how to stop this.” Elena reassured him.

“She’s been down there for hours. At least let me lock her in my room or something. Somewhere comfortable.” Damon spoke, finally coming to a stand still to stare at Stefan and Elena.

“Don’t you remember what Klaus said? She can’t be anywhere where there are windows. She might take her daylight ring off and try and burn herself alive.”

Damon rolled his eyes and took a sip of his bourbon before speaking. “Pfft please brother, *yn* is even more stubborn then me. There is no way this stupid curse is going to make her want to-”

“Uh guys! A little help!” Matt’s voice echoed up from the basement below them.

The three of them were downstairs in the blink of an eye. Damon peered through the bars of the cell, his eyes widening at the sight of *yn* frantically trying to sharpen a piece of wood against the wall of the cell.

“What the hell- *yn*!” Damon exclaimed, ripping the cell door open and hurrying towards her.

“I think she pulled it off the door, I think she’s trying to make a stake. She kept saying something about needing to end it.” He heard Matt say as he knelt down in front of her.

“No- go away.” *yn* spat as he made an attempt to grab the wood from her. “I need to make it stop, I need to make them stop.” She continued as tears streamed down her face. Damon moved towards her once more and she shoved him forcefully, shaking her head frantically.

“*yn* stop this, it’s me. It’s Damon.” Damon tried to speak calmly as he slowly edged towards her. For a split second *yn* seemed to recognise him, pausing her movements briefly.

“No!” She shouted as Damon suddenly lunged forward and overpowered her and ripped the wood from her hands, throwing it behind him and out of her reach. “Let me end this, I need to end this. I need to be at peace. I need them out of my head” She begged as she tried to crawl past Damon to reach the stake.

“*yn* it’s not real. None of this is real.” Damon spoke and his attempt at sounding calm and collected was rapidly unravelling in the face of just how distressed she was.

“Listen to me.” He urged as he gripped her firmly, keeping her in place in his arms.

“*yn* it’s Damon, please listen to me. Please.” His words seemed to finally register to her and she finally stopped thrashing around. Instead her body went limp, her eyes glassed over. It was like she wasn’t really present, like she didn’t even realise he was in front of her.

“*yn*.” He whispered her name once more as he brought his hands up to cradle her face. The touch of his hands seemed to finally snap her out of it and he let out a shaky breath as her eyes fixated on him.

“D-Damon?” She breathed out, recognition sparking in her eyes.

“Yeah baby it’s me.” He nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he studied her. “I’m here, I’m right here baby.” He whispered as he cradled her face in his hands. “We’re going to stop this, you just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Make it stop, please.” She begged, tears spilling down her cheeks once more. “They keep stabbing me over and over and they- they won’t stop taunting me. I can’t I-I need it to stop. Please.”

Silence filled the air as Damon studied her, his heart breaking at the pure, unbridled desperation written over her features. She was in agony.

“Ok baby, I’ll make it stop.” He nodded after a few moments, his bottom lip trembling as he forced a reassuring smile. “Close your eyes for me.”

She complied, squeezing her eyes shut and inhaling deeply. “This will all be over soon, I promise.” He murmured, his grip on her face tightening as he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone.

A loud snap rung out as he shut his own eyes and jerked his hands, snapping her neck.

“Damon!” Elena exclaimed, her eyes growing wide as *yn*’s body went limp in his arms.

“Was that really necessary?” Matt queried as Damon gently lay *yn*’s unmoving body down onto the floor. He stared down at *yn*, her face now oddly peaceful.

“She was just going to keep trying to kill herself.” Damon answered coldly, his jaw clenching as he rose to his full height.

He turned to Stefan, Elena and Matt to see them all staring at him in shock. “I’ve just bought us a couple of hours.” He continued, his uncaring and emotionless mask slipping back on as he made his way out of the cell.

“You’re welcome.”

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“You sure you want to stay here?”

Damon glanced over his shoulder to see his brother standing in the doorway.

“Positive. Someone needs to make sure *yn* doesn’t try and stake herself again. Or find another more creative way of killing herself.” He drawled sarcastically as he turned back to the view of the forest.

He glanced down at his glass of bourbon, swirling it in his hand as Stefan came to sit beside him on the stairs.

“She’ll be ok Damon.” Stefan murmured. “Klaus is on board with it. He’s already organised a vampire for Jeremy to kill. Then he’ll become a hunter and the curse will be lifted.”

“But what if it doesn’t work.” Damon bit back. He sighed, tilting his head back as he gulped down the remainder of his drink.

“I can’t live without her brother.” He murmured quietly.

“I know.” Stefan nodded, letting out a small sigh of his own. “You love her.” He stated.

Damon nodded slowly, fiddling with his glass he stared blankly into space. “That I do.”

“She’s good for you Damon. I’m happy for you.”

Stefan’s words made Damon let out a dry chuckle. “You’re just happy I’m not in love with Elena.”

“Ok yeah that’s definitely a plus.” Stefan admitted causing the pair to both chuckle.

Stefan smiled as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. “She’s going to be ok. We aren’t going to let anything happen to her.”

Damon sent him a tight lipped smile and nodded rigidly. “Thank you brother.” Stefan sent him one last smile before rising to his feet.

Damon prayed that his brother was right.

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Klaus has a vampire for Jer, on our way there now.

Damon stared down at the text Elena had just sent him and let out a small sigh of relief. He stretched out his legs in front of him and leant his back against the door to the cell.

*yn* had woken up about twenty minutes ago but had been relatively quiet for the most part. Every now and then she would mutter something, talking to the hallucinations.

Damon wasn’t willing to risk going upstairs even for a minute, because it meant she would be left unsupervised. No, he was going to sit right here on the floor and wait until she was finally free from this stupid curse.

“Not too long now baby.” He murmured, wincing as he heard her let out a cry of pain. He drank deeply as her voice began to grow louder and her begging for it all to stop started. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his fists as he tried to focus on anything else other than the pained screams coming from the girl he loved.

“Well if this isn’t the most pathetic sight I’ve ever seen.”

*yn* glanced up and felt her stomach twist into knots at the sight of Katherine Pierce louring over her. “God you are just impossible to get rid of. You’re like a cockroach.”

“Humour as a coping mechanism? You’ve been hanging around Damon too much.” Katherine remarked as she knelt down in front of *yn*.

“Speaking of Damon, what’s it like knowing you’ll never have Damon’s love, unlike Elena or me for that matter?”

*yn* gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut as she tried her best to ignore the hallucination. Tried to remember everything Damon had said.

“Ignoring me won’t work.” Katherine laughed as *yn* remained silent.

“I have to say, it is very entertaining watching you pine after him. You following him around like a lost puppy in the hopes that he might actually grow to like you. Pathetic, but entertaining.”

“Damon’s my friend.” *yn* snapped back, finally opening her eyes up as she gave in to Katherine’s taunting. Katherine’s grin grew wide and sadistic as she watched *yn* take the bait.

Damon was up onto his feet the second he heard *yn* utter his name. Before he could over think his actions he was opening up the door and slipped inside, kneeling down before her as he watched her talk to thin air.

“Maybe. But you want something more don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” *yn* heard herself answer, a very feeble attempt at concealing the truth. And Katherine knew it too.

“Please, do you think I’m an idiot?” Katherine laughed. *yn* let out a scream of pain as a stake suddenly pierced her stomach, Katherine’s hand wrapped around it as she laughed.

“Admit it.”

“Admit what?” *yn* spat back, wincing as Katherine pushed the stake in deeper.

“You know what. Say it.” Katherine hissed.

“No.” *yn* grimaced as tears began to spill down her cheeks.

“Say it.” Katherine ordered. “Say it or I will drive this stake through you over and over and over-”

“Ok fine.” *yn* relented, letting out a strangled sob as Katherine finally ceased her movements. “I love him.” She whispered.

“Who? I want to hear you say his name. To shout it so everyone can hear how pathetic you are!” She snarled, twisting the stake painfully against *yn*’s insides.

“I-I love Damon Salvatore.” *yn* managed to splutter as she tried to push through the pain. “Please just stop.”

Then the stake was gone, vanishing into thin air as Katherine’s laugh filled her head. “Did you hear that honey?”

“Oh I heard it.”

*yn* shakily forced herself to look up, freezing when her eyes fell on Damon who was crouched beside her.

“And what does the Damon Salvatore make of this declaration of love?” Katherine queried, cruel amusement dancing on her features.

“I mean it’s pathetic, obviously.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Obviously.” Katherine agreed.

“To think for even one second I would love someone like you.” He chuckled, not a single trace of genuine amusement in his tone.

“I know.” *yn* whispered back weakly.

“I mean at least you’re self aware. Points for that.” Damon mused.

“Just leave me alone, please.” She begged, bringing her knees up to bury her face in them, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. “I get it. I know you would never love me in that way. I understand. Now just leave me alone.”

She stiffened up, shutting her eyes once more as she mentally tried to brace herself for the onslaught of hurtful words and taunts. But instead she was met with silence.

“*yn*?”

A soft, familiar voice. Not cruel or snickering.

A trick.

“*yn*?” The voice again.

“No. Leave me alone.” *yn* bit back, cocooning herself in her arms tighter.

“It’s me. The real me.”

She froze momentarily at the sincerity behind his words. She sucked in a breath, trying not to let herself be too hopeful as she shakily rose her head and peered out over her knees.

Damon was staring back at her.

Her eyes darted around the room, seeing no trace of Katherine or Connor. “Is this- is this a trick?” She breathed out.

“I’m real. It’s over, *yn*. We found a way to break the curse.” He explained.

“H-how?” She queried.

“I’ll explain, just come here first. Let me make sure you’re ok.” He spoke, his words coming out as more of a plea then a request. *yn* eyed him, still suspicious, still waiting for the interaction to turn sour.

Slowly she lowered her arms and let herself unfurl. Damon studied her from head to toe for a few moments before lurching forward and embracing her tightly. He felt so warm, so safe, so real.

She let out a strangled sob as tears of relief poured out of her as she eventually hugged him back. “It’s over. It’s over and you’re safe. I’ve got you baby.” He repeated over and over into her ear as he stroked her hair.

The pair sat like that for a while, with Damon murmuring things into her ear as *yn* took deep breaths and tried to control her tears.

“Thank you.” She whispered into his shirt once her breathing and heart rate had finally slowed down to a relatively normal rate.

“I was so worried about you.” He mumbled as he finally pulled away from her so he could study her features. “That you were going to die from a curse that you got saving my stupid ass.”

“It was about time one of us nearly died trying to save the other. We were well overdue.” *yn* answered meekly, forcing a smile up onto her lips as Damon let out a small laugh. He felt relief wash through him at the small glimpse of the sarcastic and vibrant version of *yn* that he loved.

“Yeah I suppose we were.” He spoke, his breath fanning her face as he brought a hand up to caress her cheekbone.

“I’m going to take a wild guess here and guess one of your hallucinations was Katherine?” He asked to which *yn* nodded. “And what did she say?”

*yn* paused as he studied him. She could lie so easily. But there was a good chance that he had heard everything she had said during her hallucination episode. Which means that he knew... he knew everything.

“Just... just about you loving Elena.” *yn* confessed, feeling her heart sink as she muttered those words out loud.

To her surprise, Damon let out a chuckle. “Good to see even hallucination Katherine is a lying bitch.”

“What are you talking about?” She queried, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Well...” He began as he leant up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “How could I possibly love Elena when I’m in love with you.” He spoke, shooting her his signature Damon smirk.

*yn* froze up as she tried to comprehend what she had just heard. He had said it so casually, so off handedly like he was talking about what he’d had for breakfast. But the way he was looking at her now, his eyes brimming with emotion and intent, *yn* knew he meant every word.

Damon studied her, feeling his heart thump in his chest as he watched her. Her doe like eyes were even wider from her shock, her lashes framing her face still wet from her tears. And as he watched her beautiful lips part slightly in surprise, the strongest urge he’d ever had to kiss her surged through him.

So he did.

*yn* thought her heart might just burst, it was thumping so hard against her rib cage as Damon pressed his lips to hers. She reacted instinctively, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer as he cradled her face in his hands.

They pulled away from each other and pressed their foreheads together, both slightly breathless as they gazed at each other.

“I love you too.” She breathed out against his lips.

“I know.” He answered, a smirk reappearing on his lips. “I overheard you when you were talking to hallucination Katherine." He explained.

“Besides I am extremely irresistible so-” He shrugged, letting out a chuckle as *yn* shoved his chest playfully.

“You’re a jackass.”

“Just promise you won’t stab me in the neck with scissors next time you’re mad at me.” He answered, his eyebrows dancing in amusement as she shoved him again, a smile on her face.

“Don’t ruin the moment you narcissistic ass-” Damon cut her off by pressing his lips to hers once more. *yn*’s eyes fluttered shut, all playful insults and other thoughts seeping from her mind as she kissed him back fiercely.

“Is that noise...” Elena trailed off as she tried to focus her vampire hearing. Caroline, Tyler, Bonnie, Jeremy and Matt were all piled into the Salvatore boarding house living room, all either straining to listen to the two vampires below them or looking at the vampire’s for updates.

“I think they’re kissing.” Stefan observed from his seat beside her on the couch in front of the fireplace. Everyone let out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Finally.”

Like this fic? Try A Hunting Trip (spn/tvd crossover).

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I’m rewatching TVD so HAD to write something for Damon of course <3 As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!

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Lucky [Stefan Salvatore]

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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, light smut

note / request “okay i have one, how about stefan gets super drink and is making super suggestive jokes on the reader and is flirting w her and she has to take care of him?” since stefan is a vampire i figured the side affects of being drunk would be different for him. he’s not so much like tired and can’t-walk-straight drunk, he’s more i’m-very-horny-and-annoying type of drunk lol. also i apologise if this isn’t very good. i was really excited to write this but it didn’t come together like i hoped. anyways, enjoy!

summary - you take care of your boyfriend, stefan, when he gets drunk at a party

warnings / includes - language, mention of alcohol and anxiety, vomiting, very suggestive and flirty content, lots of kissing and making out, stefan being a cranky and cheeky little shit lol. this takes place after klaus has stefan become the rippahhh

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When Caroline called you, you didn’t think anything of it. You just thought that she was calling to try and convince you to come to the party at The Grill for the fifth time. When she started shouting at you about Stefan was when you started to get worried.

“What did you say, Care?” You asked. It was hard to hear her over the music in the background.

“One second!” Caroline exclaimed.

You waited a few moments before Caroline spoke again. There was no sound in the background this time.

“Sorry, I had to go outside,” she apologised. “It’s alright. Um, what’d you say about Stefan?” You asked.

“He’s drunk and he needs you to come and pick him up,” she explained.

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, why can’t you drive him home?” “Trust me, we’ve tried, but…. but he only wants you.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. “Oh, really?”

“Well, duh. You’re his girlfriend,” Caroline chuckled.

“Right, right,” you nodded. You got up from your kitchen table, shutting your textbooks and putting them away. “Well, I’ll be over soon.” “Okay, thank you. Also, brace yourself for when you see him. Drunk Stefan is fun, crazy Stefan,” Caroline warned.

You chuckled and went to put your shoes on. “I bet he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised. Anyways, I’ll see you soon,” Caroline said.

“See ya,” you hung up the call. You set your phone dying, tying your sneakers. You grabbed your jacket and car keys, about to make your way to your car, but your mom stopped you.

“You going to the party?” She asked. “Um, not exactly,” you started. “Stefan needs to be picked up.”

“Oh, why? Is he okay?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, he’s just had a little too much to drink,” you explained.

“Hm, alright. Well, if you need any help, call me. I know how drunk, horny teenage boys can be,” she chuckled.

“He’s not like that, Mom,” you shook your head. “I know, I know, but you never know,” she tsked.

You gave her a small smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Text me if you’re staying over at his place!” She reminded.

You nodded in reply and opened the garage door, stepping out and heading to your car. You drove to The Grill, your anxiety spiking as you thought of what Caroline meant. You had known Stefan for almost three years and had been dating him for five months, but you had never seen him drunk. Sure, you’ve seen him tipsy because all Damon and he did for fun was drink, but he always kept his ground. You hoped Caroline was just overreacting.

You parked in the parking lot of The Grill, hopping out of your car and entering the restaurant. You were met with eardrum-rupturing music and the scent of sweat and alcohol. You smiled and greeted a few friendly faces before looking for Stefan. As you walked through the ground, a hand grabbed your forearm. This caused you to jump and spin around your heel, holding up your fist in defense.

“Whoa, calm down. It’s just me,” Jeremy chuckled.

“Oh,” you chuckled and put your fist down, relaxing your body. “Sorry, you just never know.”

“No worries. I take it you’re here for Stefan?” Jeremy asked. “You are correct, Jer,” you nodded.

“He’s playing pool,” he said, leading you over to the back of the room where the rest of your friends were.

You furrowed your brows as Stefan looked pretty normal and relaxed. He actually looked like he was having fun for once. Just as you began to think Caroline was exaggerating, Stefan then drank three shots at once and jumped on top of the pool table.

“O-Oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Yep,” Jeremy sighed. He then went in front of you, giving you an encouraging, sarcastic smile. “Have fun!” Jeremy then fled the scene, walking over to a table of girls.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Stefan, sucking in a breath as you saw Damon and Caroline struggling to get him off the table. You decided that you should go up and help them.

“Oh, thank God!” Caroline exclaimed as you walked over.

“Hey,” you smiled at them. You looked up at Stefan, giving him a soft, caring smile. “Hey, you.”

Stefan looked down, grinning from ear-to-ear once he saw you. “Y/n! You’re here!” He jumped down from the pool table, engulfing you in a tight hug.

You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled flush against him. You wrapped your arms round him nonetheless and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his scent. It masked the smell of the sweaty, intoxicated teens that surrounded you two. Stefan pulled away after a few moments, his eyes meeting yours.

“You look so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming up to cup each sides of your face.

You smiled, “Thank you. Now, c’mon, I’m here to take you home.”

His head started to shake furiously. “No, no. Let’s stay. Let’s party. Let’s have fun.” As he said the last few words, one of his hands went from your face to your waist. He gripped your side, pulling you impossibly closer. As his hand stayed cupping your cheek, his head dove down to your neck where he started to kiss the area under your ear.

You gasped softly, your eyes fluttering close as him kissing your neck made your skin tingle. You put your hands on his chest, though, pushing him back slightly. You looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that you didn’t come to play.

“We can have fun at home.”

“No, we’re just gonna go to bed,” he whined. “And would that be so bad?” You chuckled.

“Yes because you look so fuckable right now,” he growled. He hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you close to him once again. Your hips met and you gasped as you felt his hard on through his jeans press just next to your core.

“Stefan,” you protested. He looked up at you with big, green, innocent eyes. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Heat rose up your neck and you felt like the whole room was watching you. You definitely knew all your friends were.

“We’re in public. We can’t do this,” you shook your head.

“Let’s go somewhere more private then,” he muttered.

Before you could speak, he took you in his arms and sped you out of the restaurant. Your back hit your car once you stopped.

“Sorry, did hurt you?” Stefan asked, concerned eyes looking over you.

“Not, but-” you started, but Stefan cut you ooff by kissing you.

You melted into him, kissing him back with the same amount of need and passion. Your hands went up to his hair, entangling your fingers in his soft locks. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands roamed your body. His left hand went down to your ass as his right slid under your top, running the pads of his fingers across your skin. He gripped your ass as his fingers went up higher to your bra.

“U-Oh, Stefan,” you gasped in-between kisses.

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I missed you, too, but you’re drunk. We can’t do this. Especially not against my car,” you sighed, pulling back from him once again.

He frowned, “But you’re so pretty. I just want to kiss all over your beautiful body.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to slow your racing heart. All the sweet talk and kissing made you very flustered. “Thank you, Stefan. I appreciate it, I really do, but you’re drunk.”

“I can smell your arousal though,” he stated, his fingers coming down your bra to your legs. He ran his fingers over the front of your jeans, pressing down just ever-so-slightly.

“A-Ah!” You squealed. Stefan gave you a satisfied smirk as he pressed down further. More wetness pooled between your legs as he was pressing down on your clit.

“See? Now, tell me you don’t want to do anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, your pupils dilated and full of lust. It took everything in you to shake your head. Because as good as it felt to have his hands on you, you knew that having drunk sex with him was not the best idea.

“I do, but,” you said sternly, “Not right now.”

Stefan hands fell to his side immediately. He stepped away from you, “Then what do you want to do right now?”

“Get you home and in bed,” you stated, reaching for your keys that was in your pocket.

“But that’s so boring! Can we at least, like, make out?” “Nope,” you shook your head.

“When did you ever get so mean,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I am not mean. I’m being responsible.” “Being responsible is boring!” He objected. “That’s not what sober Stefan would say,” you remarked, turning to open the door.

“Yeah, sober me is boring.”

“And it’s my favourite you,” you smiled, opening the car door. Before Stefan would say anything, you shoved him inside.

“Rough, huh?” Stefan gave you a cheeky smile.

You gave him a long eye roll, shutting the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You stepped in and started your car, ignoring Stefan’s burning stare.

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Because I know you’re gonna try to butter me up and convince me to have sex in this car,” you explained.

Stefan scoffed, “Pfft, what! I would never ever do that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t, lover boy,” you retorted as you started up the car.

Stefan set his hand on your thigh as you started driving. You didn’t move it as this was something he did every car ride whether you were driving or he was, but once he started to inch his fingers up your leg was when you knew you had to say something.

“Stefan,” you wanted. “Yes, honey?” Stefan asked innocently, stopping his hand immediately.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You could not believe the games he was playing.

“Nothing,” you muttered, paying attention to the road as you turned into the gates of Stefan’s house.

Stefan grinned as he knew that you would let him get away with anything. As long as it wasn’t actual sex, of course. You both knew a little teasing never hurt anybody, and you both definitely knew you liked it, too. You parked at the entrance, getting out and walking to Stefan’s side. You opened the door, holding your arm out like chivalrous men did on dates.

“Here you are, m’lady,” you grinned. Stefan’s rolled his eyes, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“Oh, I know.”

You held his hand as you walked to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside.

“I’m going to get some water for you and me, go upstairs and get changed,” you directed. “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, slapping your ass as you walked by him.

You turned to him, scoffing and giving him a glare. He winked at you and made his way to the stairs. You shook your head with a flustered smile, going to the kitchen and getting a few water bottles. You got out your phone and texted your mom that you were staying the night. You then climbed up the stairs, entering his room and getting even more flustered once you saw him in his bed, the only clothing on him was grey sweats.

“Like what you see?” Stefan teased, putting his hands under his head so his biceps were flexed.

“Very much,” you nodded, walking over to him and setting the water bottles down on the nightstand that was next to his bed.

Stefan put his hand on your waist, pulling you to sit on the bed. You complied and sat down next to his legs, putting your hands on his chest and tracing patterns over his abs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan marvelled at you. His hands went up to your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You smiled and nuzzled into his hand, looking at him through your lashes.

“And you seem to be a lot more sober now,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, vampires sober up fast,” he shrugged. “Oh, is that so?” You asked

“Yep,” he grinned proudly. “So you don’t have a headache or anything?” You wondered.

His smile faltered and he averted his gaze from you. You chuckled, “Thought so.” You grabbed a water bottle, opening it and putting it up to his lips.

“Here, drink this. I’ll get you some Tylenol,” you said, beginning to sit up.

“I’ll be fine,” he waved his headache off. “Stefan,” you frowned, “I know you’re immune to sickness and death and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to headaches.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so-” He stopped speaking, closing his mouth immediately. He made a sour face, his eyes widening.

“About to throw up?” You guessed. He nodded his head furiously, putting his hand up to cover his mouth.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you pulled him up, walking him across the hall to the bathroom. You both dropped to your knees and Stefan immediately started to vomit.

You cringed, but rubbed his back nonetheless. “There you go. Get it all out.” Your hand went up to his hair and you twirled his hero hair in-between your fingers. You put your forehead against his temple, kissing his cheek to comfort him.

After a few minutes of him throwing his guts up, he threw his head back and groaned. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s all part of being drunk,” you kissed him on the cheek again. You then got up, pulling him up with you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You hummed, walking him to the sink.

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded.

You looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. Throwing up had taken a lot of his energy, and now he was all worn-out. He went to grab his toothbrush, but missed by a few millimeters.

“Why don’t I do it for you,” you stated more than suggested.

“No, no. You’ve done enough tonight, take a break,” he shook his head.

You smiled, “It’s okay. I like taking care of you. It’s kind of my job as your girlfriend, after all.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in reply, turning him around so his back was against the sink. You took his toothbrush and and squirted toothpaste on it, stepping in front of Stefan and holding it up.

“Open wide,” you sang. Stefan followed your orders and your stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, beginning to circle over the left side of his mouth.

Stefan’s arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him lazily. You smiled as your hips met his. You leaned into him, switching the sides of his mouth that you were brushing after a minute.

“Alright, time to spit,” you ordered.

Stefan turned around, spitting the out the foamy toothpaste. He hung his head low to get some water to swish in his mouth to get the remaining toothpaste out. He sat back up and you put his toothbrush back on the sink. You grabbed a towel and wet it to wipe off the excess toothpaste that was on the corners of Stefan’s mouth.

You straightened back up and went in front of Stefan, running the towel over his lips. You moved slowly, your eyes roaming his face. He looked so handsome, even when he was sweaty and slightly disoriented from just throwing up. Your eyes wandered up to his, his green eyes stared at yours back. The deep, unwavering eye contact both made you two flustered and nervous. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach while the tips of Stefan’s ears turned pink.

You lowered the towel, placing it back onto the sink counter. Your eyes never left Stefan’s as you did so. Shivers ran up your spine as Stefan’s hand snaked up to the small of your back. He pulled your chest closer to his, leaving little to no room between your lips and his.

“I thought you were all tired and tame,” you muttered, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

“I’m never tired and definitely never tame when I’m around you,” he whispered, leaning in.

You hummed in reply, fluttering your eyes close as you leaned up to kiss him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, taking a fist full of his hair and twirling it. You kissed him slowly and gently, each of you taking your time to savour the feeling and taste of the kiss.

You pulled away after a few moments, setting your forehead against his. You licked your lips, staring into Stefan’s green eyes.

“Let’s get you into bed,” you whispered.

Stefan shook his head, a coy smile playing on his lips. Before you could scold and protest, he lifted you up from your waist and ran over to the bed. He threw you down, climbing on top of you.

“Stefan!” You giggled. “What?” He asked.

“We have to go to bed,” you said. “We are in bed,” he gestured to the pillows.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop being a wise ass. You’re still drunk, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“I’m half-drunk,” he shrugged. “Really? That’s the best you could do?” You snorted.

“You know me, anything to be able to have sex with you,” he grinned.

“Mhm, well, nothing can sway me and you know it.” Stefan looked into your eyes, studying you for a little. He knew that no matter how much kissing, touching, sweet-talking he did, you wouldn’t give in. He decided to give up and cuddle, which was honestly what he needed after a long, tiring night. He got off of you, laying on his back.

“Seems like you’re learning,” you remarked.

“Well, I know that if I’m good, I’ll get a reward later,” he quipped.

You chuckled, turning around so now your face was met with his. You propped yourself on your elbow, putting a hand on his chest.

“You’re lucky, you know?” You said.

“Yeah,” he sighed with a smile, “I know.” “Yeah, well, so am I,” you smiled, moving closer to him. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and laid back down on your back.

Stefan rolled over and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You smiled contently and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Stefan mumbled.

“No problem. I love you,” you said.

“I love you, too,” he sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: +1.5K

Warnings: Nat being ridiculously confident and flirtatious? I think that deserves a warning. This is just pure self-indulgent fluff.

Summary: Stuck in a traffic jam, another commuter requests that you turn your music up

Inspired by this meet-cute prompt:

We are caught in an extreme traffic jam and have been sitting next to each other, parked, for the last five minutes. Your radio is playing my absolute favorite song so I ask you to turn it up. We spend the rest of the slow traffic aggressively singing along to the music at each other.

Prompt list found here

A/N: I tweaked the prompt just a little, hope it's still enjoyable. This was so much fun to write!

Thank you to @river-soul for her incredible beta skills and endless patience 😭❤️ and @whisperlullaby for workshopping with me 💗

Disclaimer: gif not mine

It's a decently warm day, sunny and clear, and the azure blue sky is dotted sparsely with clouds. A breeze blows through the car windows, playing with the feathers on your dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror while you're stuck in traffic. You had been creeping along for the better part of 20 minutes, but you've been at a standstill now for almost five.

Typically one to drive home in silence to decompress, today the stillness and lack of road noise makes you want to turn on some music instead. Since nothing playing on the local stations feels right, you sync your car Bluetooth with your phone and scroll through your music streaming apps. A playlist you made simply entitled "Happy" seems to fit your mood and the gorgeous weather so you press Shuffle All and settle back in your seat.

The soothing, light-hearted Put Your Records On filters through the speakers and you can't help the smile that curves your lips as you close your eyes. Propping your arm on the window, head on your hand, you bask in the sun's warmth. You periodically crack open an eye to check on the car in front of you but there's no change. Everyone on the road has parked and resigned themselves to the long wait.

Your playlist contains a wide variety of genres, cherry-picked songs that unfailingly lift your mood. They're radio hits, usually well-known songs, and easy to sing along with. You happily bop your way through your playlist, getting a little more energetic, singing along to each song.

Walking on Sunshine just finishes and the next song is cueing when you hear a sweet voice ask lowly, "Do you mind turning it up a little?" You grin and twist the volume knob so I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) plays louder before looking to the eavesdropper that's enjoying your tunes.

Holy shit. How did you not notice the car next to you? There is no way they were there the whole time. They're all beautiful. Two men, two women - blondie is driving, two brunettes are in the back seat, and a redhead is in the passenger seat. She was the one that spoke and she grins gratefully, leaning closer, head tilted out the window. You turn it up a little more as she starts singing along.

You grin widely and start singing with her. Her companions in the car laugh and join in good naturedly, cheering as the two of you belt the call-and-answer part of the song.

When the song ends, you're both breathlessly laughing, smiles wide. You turn your stereo volume down even as the next song starts to play and stretch out for a high five. She gives your hand a satisfying slap as she laughs joyfully.

"That was so fun! Thank you so much, I love that song."

"I do too! You're a great partner! And the back-ups were awesome!" You playfully finger-gun point at the driver and backseat passengers. They cheerfully laugh and thank you. You don't remember the last time you smiled this hard.

"I'm glad you didn't mind - I could barely hear it. I had Steve try to get closer but that didn't really help much, so I just decided to ask you." She gives you a sheepish but pleased smile and you return it.

"Oh no I don't mind! I haven't had this much fun in ages!" You can't seem to stop smiling but maybe it's okay because she's smiling at you, too.

"I'm Nat," she says suddenly, and you don't hesitate to tell her your name. She repeats it quietly, still smiling softly at you.

There's a stretch of silence, you're both just looking at each other and one of her friends clear their throat, causing you both to blink. You think maybe you should be embarrassed but she doesn't appear fazed in the slightest.

"In the spirit of introductions, hello beautiful. I'm Sam." The male brunette sitting behind Nat says smoothly after his light cough. "This is Wanda, up there is Steve." He gestures to the woman beside him and to the driver, respectively.

Your gaze never leaves Nat. You can't tear your eyes from her even as Sam speaks, catching the quick tightness around the edges of her mouth before it relaxes again as you smile and respond to her rather than Sam.

"It's nice to meet you," you say sincerely to Nat. Her answering pleased expression as she returns the sentiment warms you. A pleasant tightness fills your chest as her lips quirk at something Sam mutters under his breath. The woman next to him, Wanda, laughs quietly.

"So, you know, we're gonna be here for a while. Let's see what else you got to listen to." Nat grins expectantly at you with a raised brow and you mirror her expression as you turn the knob.

You're pretty sure you've found your soulmate when her eyes spark in delight and she belts along effortlessly to Sweet Caroline, arms spreading dramatically as she almost nails the driver, Steve, in his face with the back of her hand. Sam and Wanda cackle as he shoves her arm away in mock affront and she sticks her tongue out at him.

You can't help but laugh at their antics, watching her perform, directing her friends' involvement ("bah, bah, bahh") before she turns to you ("so good, so good, so good!"). This is quickly becoming one of the best times you've ever had.

The song continues, both of you sharing the lead, absolutely ridiculous and uncaring of the scene you're making. If anyone in the surrounding cars felt disgruntled at the impromptu concert, you'd never know it. The girl in the car next to you has your undivided attention.

You're not sure how long it's been, how many songs you've played and sang along to, but after a while, traffic slowly creeps to life. Steve taps Nat on the arm during a lull between songs and you lower the volume as she turns to him. He gestures at the line of cars ahead, the ones directly in front still unmoving but in the distance you see brake lights releasing, vehicles rolling forward.

She turns back to you, chewing the inside of her lip as she looks at you thoughtfully. She seems to make a decision and reaches her hand out to you.

"Here, let me see your phone real quick." She makes a single gimme motion, fingers flicking closed then open as you hand the device over. Your lips spread into a wide smile at the triumphant look that crosses her face.

She beams at you before dropping her gaze to the phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. You hear an unfamiliar notification tone and she pulls a phone from her lap, holding it up to show you.

"I text myself from your phone. Now we have each other's numbers. I wanna be able to call you later." She's unabashedly smug as she hands your phone back and you wonder if your face shows just how pleased you are.

You look down at the message thread she left open for you, the unsaved number displayed at the top.

"Traffic Jam Hottie 😍"

The single line of text and emoji sent from your phone to the number makes you bite your lip and shyly cover your smile with your fingertips. You look at her with raised eyebrows and she correctly interprets your unasked question and shrugs.

"That's your contact name. I'll probably never change it, not even after we get married."

It's sly and nonchalant, how she slips that in there, smooth as you please. Your jaw drops and her friends all seem to choke on air but her gaze, locked on you, is unwavering. The flirtatious expression on her face is simultaneously sincere and mischievous as she watches for your reaction.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, your chest feels tight and pleasantly warm. Your smile stretches so wide your cheeks hurt as she winks and you're so giddy, you don't care how eager you look in this moment.

You quickly save her contact information and smirk, wiggling your phone at her.

"I'd hope not. I think having matching contact info is pretty cute and kinda romantic. A fun story for the wedding toasts." You grin cheekily.

Her expression shifts, full of mischief, a quirk of her eyebrow that makes your breath hitch and sets your heart racing as her friends whoop with glee at your banter. Her lips spread in a sly smile and you can't help but return it. You're positive you've never smiled this much in your life.

Too soon, the gridlock lets up and you both start moving with traffic. The cars in front of you begin to roll, the lane speeds varying enough to cause you to separate. She's still grinning at you as they get further ahead. You can faintly hear their teasing and you catch a glimpse of her profile, smiling and laughing, before she's no longer visible.

They take an exit as you continue on and you barely have a moment to mourn that they're out of view before your phone vibrates in your lap. Picking it up, you grin madly at the screen, the contact "Traffic Jam Hottie 😍" scrolling across the top.

Accepting the call, you hear it connect through you car speakers, her friends still audible in the background. Your heart stutters when she purrs her greeting.

"Hey hottie."

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anime-lover-forever-1127 · 2 years

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A Way To Save Tom {Klaroline}

A Way To Save Tom

*****

Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "The Originals", which belongs to it's rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "The Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me and the story you are getting the idea from.

Warnings: Cami Bashing

Info You Might Need To Know: "Speaking", Caroline doesn't have any romantic feelings for Stefan here - It's all platonic,

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: What if, instead of killing Tom, she decided to hand him over to the one man she knew the travelers wouldn't be able to touch. With a set of iron rules of course.

*****

Today's Special

One person can stop a great injustice.

One person can be a voice for the truth.

One person's kindness can save a life.

~Nicky Gumbel

*****

"Hazel seemed nice, so you know, I figured, uh, why not have dinner? So I showered, picked her up and that was it - that was the last thing I remember for four months." Tom told her.

Caroline nodded, "She kidnapped you that night... locked you up ever since. Hid you away from anyone that knew magic."

The doppelganger took a bite of his food, "Like you said, she was a real witch."

Caroline let out a, "Yeah."

"I don't know why I'm telling you my whole life's story." Tom confessed.

The baby vampire winced, "It's because I compelled you to. And to stay calm and not worry."

Tom hummed, "Why do you want to know so much about me?"

"I just want to make sure you're a good guy..." Caroline told him. But finding out how much of a great guy he was. Was only making what she needed to do harder. "No skeletons in the closet. That sort of thing."

"And?"

"And... you are just about one of the nicest people I've ever met." Caroline answered.

Silas' doppelganger smiled at her. "Well, likewise, because I do remember you saving my life. So, if there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know."

Caroline smiles at him. All of a sudden, Tom starts choking on his food. He reaches for his glass of water, but Caroline grabs it and slowly moves it out of his reach. She sits there until he collapses on the table, dead.

Caroline blinks and realizes it was only a hallucination her mind made up. Of course she wasn't lucky enough that fate would take care of her problems for her. If she needed to save Stefan. She would need to kill an innocent person.

Caroline let out a sound of frustration, "What I need from you isn't something I can take."

"I don't understand." the doppelganger said, confused.

"Well, you don't have to. You just remind me of someone who's really important to me. He's basically my brother." Caroline told him. Her voice went quiet as she remembered who she was doing this for.

Tom smiled at her, "Well, he's one hell of a lucky guy."

Caroline smiles back and realizes she can't kill him. He's innocent. His only crime was that he was born with a cursed face, one that he didn't even choose.

She was like Klaus, coming into his life, only to kill him over something he had absolutely no control over.

Caroline got lost in thought, wondering if Klaus knew that she had a doppelganger, one with human blood flowing within his veins. And she killed him.

Would he spend the next 500 years chasing her, for revenge.

Yeah, she doubted that.

Caroline's eyes widened, and she shot up from her seat, startling Tom.

"That's it, Klaus!" She shouted. She winced a second later praying no other supernatural had heard her outburst.

Tom looked confused. "Listen, you want to help me. I need you to come with me. I'll explain everything in the car once we find my friend. But I promise. What I'm doing is to help you. Can you trust me?"

Tom looked like was hesitating, but remembered that she had saved his life. So he nodded, and followed her out the door.

Caroline walks out the back door, where their car was parked. Seeing no one else there, she nodded at Tom to get into the car.

Quickly getting in herself, she began driving. Once she was an acceptable distance away from the dinner, she opened up her phone and texted Enzo to meet her near an exit, where she would pick him up.

Without waiting to see if Enzo had read or messaged or not, she turned her phone off.

After a few minutes, she saw the familiar vampire leaning against a tree, pulling up next to him. She nodded towards the back. "No time for questions. Get it."

His eyes darted between her and the very alive doppelganger, but he quickly made up his mind and got in. "What's he still doing alive?" Enzo asked.

Caroline let out a hiss at his lack of tact, and saw Tom's eyes widen. She quickly locked the cars, turning on the child safety feature so Tom couldn't get out.

"Listen. A group of witches called the Traveler's want you dead. And quite frankly, I don't care why. As long as I can get Stefan, the friend I was telling you about back." Caroline confessed. "But as I was talking to you, I realized you're genuinely a nice guy. And I can't kill you."

"But I can." The vampire in the back commented.

Caroline glared at him, "But you won't." She said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She once again turned to the doppelganger. "As we were talking. I realized that there is a way to keep you safe from the Travelers. To keep you safe, alive and very much human. That's where I'm taking us now."

"Where are we going now?" Tom asked, voice quite.

"New Orleans." Caroline answered.

"Are you crazy?" Enzo protests. "It's a war zone right now! Just take him to the Travels and be done with it!"

"No! He's not going to die! I refuse to hand him over like a lamb to the slaughter." Caroline shouted.

"You're not gonna let me die?" Tom asked, voice quite.

"No. No I won't. That's the last thing I want. I promise you. I am not going to let you die." Caroline told him. Hearing the determination in her voice, Tom believed her, and relaxed a bit.

Enzo scoffed, "And leading a doppelganger into a city full of witches is gonna be a smart choice. Oh, and let's not forget the thousand year old hybrid that's obsessed with doppelganger blood."

"What's a doppelganger?" Tom asked, confused.

"Someone who shares a face, your face, from a guy from two thousand years ago. You're a doppelganger. There's actually a female line of you guys as well, one of my best friends is a doppelganger, correction, turns out two of my best friends are doppelgangers to. Sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Stefan is a doppelganger." Caroline answered, catching herself before she could spiral into a full on ramble. There was no need to throw all this one the poor man. "As for Klaus. I'm planning on giving Tom to him."

"Oh, and what's going to stop him from turning your new pet into a blood bag for the rest of his life." Enzo scoffed.

Caroline smirked, "Me." seeing his confused face, she laughed. "Damon told you I had a thing for accents. But I guess what he forgot to add was that they had a thing for me back."

Enzo gaped at her open mouth, "You... you and the- Holy shit! I'm dead."

"Relax. It wasn't anything official." Caroline told her. Intentionally leaving out the part that this would be the first time she'd see him... since her little... confession.

"Yeah, I still doubt he's the type to share." Enzo commented.

*****

About seven hours of driving later, Caroline is pulling up next to the 'Welcome To New Orleans', sign. Stepping outside quickly, she takes a quick picture without a word and uploads it to Facebook.

Enzo's eyes widened, "What are you doing?! Do you want the travelers to find us?"

"No. Just Klaus." Caroline told him.

"Yeah, and how do you even know he's even going to see it?" Enzo asks her.

"Easy. Every time I upload a picture, I can always get a notification that Rebekah liked my picture. But I know for a fact, Rebekah would never openly like something I posted. Which can only mean someone else has been Facebook stalking me." Caroline said cheerfully.

"So now what do we do?" Tom asks from next to her.

"Now, we wait." Caroline says, leaning back into her seat.

Turns out they didn't even need to wait five minutes. Because within three, someone was knocking on her window, startling her. Caroline cautiously rolled down the window, not recognizing the man.

"Do I know you?" She asks. From the corner of her eyes, she can see Enzo's feet, pulling the wooden stake by them closer.

"Nope." The vampire answers cheerfully. "But I do know you. I've seen your face a ton of times in Klaus' pictures." he says. "I'm with Klaus." For proof he hands her a drawing of her. One from her in her decade dance outfit. Caroline instantly recognized it as one of Klaus' pieces.

Caroline nodded towards the back, "Get in."

"Great. I'm supposed to lead you to Rousseau's." Josh told her, getting in next to Enzo, who had sat up straighter and was on guard.

"Why?" The oldest vampire in the car questioned.

"That's where Klaus is right now." Josh answered, looking at Caroline, who started the car up again.

*****

The baby vampire parked next to a bar, "This is it?" she asked, looking at Josh for confirmation.

The other vampire nodded, "He's in there."

Caroline turned to Tom, "I'm going to need you to stay in the car with Enzo. Don't come in until I text you ok."

Tom nodded, "You're going in alone?" he asked, concerned.

Caroline smiled at him reassuringly. "Trust me. He won't hurt me. I've tried to kill him before. This is new territory though, so I'm going to need to be careful. So to make sure you stay safe, you're going to need to stay in the car. Ok."

Tom and Enzo nodded, "Don't worry gorgeous, we'll be fine."

"Come on. Let's go." She said to Josh, who was still staring at her opened mouth.

"What do you mean you tried to kill him before?" The younger vampire asked, shocked.

"Exactly what it means." Caroline laughed. "Well, I was mostly a blond distraction. But I did play a part in it."

Caroline walked into the bar, to find it pretty crowded for six in the afternoon. A lot of them were vampires. In fact, there may have been more vampires than there were humans.

She could feel several pairs of eyes on her. But only one gave her the chills. She turned her head slightly until her eyes were locked with Klaus'.

Klaus smirked, taking in her appearance after months. He was quite tempted to leave guards with her, but doubted she'd appreciate the notion. Her clothes were rumpled, her hair beginning to lose their bounce, and she looked exactly like what you'd expect when someone spends the last 24 hours in their car. And yet, he still couldn't take his eyes off her.

"What a pleasant surprise, love." Klaus greets.

"Yeah, I'm sure it is, Mr. Facebook stalker. Or should I start calling you Rebekah." Caroline teased, taking the open seat next to him.

Klaus raised his hands in the air, "Caught me red handed."

His eyes couldn't help but trail down her body. He already had every one of her curves memorized. He'd spent hours thinking about their last encounter in the woods. His hands longed to feel her under them once again, so he did the next best thing. He sketched her, painted her, even carved her.

Yet none of them could compare to the real thing. And having her, in the flesh sitting before him, only made that desire stronger. His fingers twitched to feel her once again; to hold her once again.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." Caroline snapped, glaring at him. As much as she hated to admit it, he looked even better than when she last saw him. He had let his hair grow out a bit since she last saw him. She couldn't help but wonder how his kisses would feel now that she'd have something to properly grasp and anchor her.

Her tone caught the attention of some of the other vampires in the bar. As they waited for Klaus to snap and rip the baby vampire's heart out for even thinking of speaking to him that way.

But to their surprise, Klaus smiled, "Of course. My apologizes love." he then turned to Cami, who hadn't taken her eyes off their exchange, startling her. The women jumped, embarrassed at having been caught. "A bottle of champagne." he ordered, surprising her.

Caroline raised an eyebrow, "This place has champagne?" she wasn't trying to sound snobby, she was just genuinely surprised, "Doesn't seem like something they'd serve."

"We do." Cami snapped at her, she then turned to Klaus. "Are you sure you want it?"

Klaus glared at her, he already had half a mind to rip her tongue out for speaking to Caroline that way. Her questioning his decisions, weren't helping her case. "Yes." He told her, leaving no room for argument.

Cami huffed, and went towards the back to get the bottle. There was a single bottle of champagne at the bar. A $50,000 one at that.

Everybody knew it.

But nobody was allowed to touch it.

Klaus said he was saving it for a special occasion. Until that day came, it would stay sealed.

Caroline turned back to Klaus, "Still, champagne? What's the occasion?" she asked. Everybody listened in to his answer, wanting to know what was the reason the famous bottle was being opened.

"You're here. In the flesh." Klaus smiled at her, clasping one of her hands in his, he answered. "That's definitely something worth celebrating. Plus, it's our thing. Isn't it?"

Caroline rolled her eyes, "We don't have a thing." she denied, but couldn't stop the smile that her lips formed.

Cami back out with an opened bottle of champagne. She handed it to Klaus, who in turn slid it so it was sitting between himself and Caroline. Cami glared at the sight. The blond looked like a mess, well she was here decked out to get his attention. Yet Klaus only had eyes for her.

It wasn't fair!

"As glad as I am to see you love. I'm assuming you're here for something?" Klaus asked, taking a sip from the bottle.

"Yes and no. I actually have something for you." Caroline answered, seeing his face, she added. "With some conditions of course."

"And what exactly is this 'thing'."

"It's more like someone, than something." Caroline corrected herself.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

"I'm sure you now know that Elena and Katherine are doppelgangers. But the original was Amara, Silas' lover. Meaning he has one out there as well." Caroline explained.

"Yes but no one knows what Silas looks like." Klaus' eyes then widened a fraction and a smirk spread across his face. "Unless you do." he said, sitting up straighter.

"Stefan. Stefan was a doppelganger. Currently there is also a human doppelganger of Silas, out there. With him, you can make more hybrids." Caroline explained.

"And what do you want in turn for this wonderful piece of information?" Klaus asked her.

Caroline laughed. "I want you to protect him." Seeing the confused look on Klaus' face, she explained herself. "I don't just have information Klaus. I have the doppelganger. His name is Tom Avery, and his life is in danger, but it's not just his."

Klaus' face instantly turned serious. "Who's after you?" He was on guard, she was in his city now. He'd be damned if he let anyone hurt her.

Seeing her hesitation, Klaus turned to the rest of the bar, "Everybody out!" He shouted. The humans look hesitant, but the vampire's immediately began to leave, so the humans began flowing out as well.

Caroline smiled, "There after Tom. The Travelers want him dead. They have Stefan, and won't give him back, until Tom is dead. My original plan was to just kill him... but I just couldn't. He's so sweet... and innocent. Klaus, killing him would be like putting down an innocent puppy who well it's wagging his tail at you."

Klaus nodded, "And the conditions?"

Even Elijah couldn't get away with ordering him around. If anyone else had informed him about the doppelganger, and then tried to make demands. He would have just ripped their heart out and taken the man.

But he couldn't do that. Not when it was her. Caroline, the love of his eternal life. She'd never forgive him if he tried to compel her; and he wouldn't even dream of torturing her. So that left him with no other option than to cave.

"Just two." Caroline answered, "You only turn people after explaining they'd be sired. Not having to turn is a huge selling point. Use it. Create brochures, pamphlets, videos. I don't care. Just make sure they know."

Klaus nodded, "I can do that."

"Second, Tom lives a long, healthy life. If he wants to turn, you'll let him. But it will be his decision." Caroline said.

Klaus smirked, "Trust me love. I'd like nothing more than for him to live and continue his line."

"Don't force him to have kids. The most you can do is encourage, or freeze his sperm. Oh, and absolutely no compelling him! Let him live his life. Understood." Caroline said, laying down the law.

Klaus nodded. "And how, pray tell, do you know I'm going to be following these rules of yours?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Guess you're going to need to come down and check? Hmm"

"Or I could just leave Enzo here with you." Caroline answered, taking a swig from the bottle in front of her.

"Whose Enzo?" Klaus asked, frowning.

"Oh no one." Caroline answered. "Just a new vampire who came into my life. You two have a lot in common. Like your accents for one."

Klaus glared at her, "Maybe you should leave him here."

"Yeah no. I'm taking that back." Caroline shook her head. "Kind of like him alive. Oh, can you also help get Stefan back. Please. He did help us find Tom. Speaking of Stefan and Tom, try and keep Rebekah off of Tom. Ok. It's the last thing the poor guy needs."

"Of course love." Klaus said fondly, as he listened to her ramble he made a mental to make a to-do list of the things he needed to get done.

2. Get Stefan back.

3. Kill this Enzo fella.

4. Find some werewolves.

And at the top, his number one priority;

1. Convince Caroline to stay in New Orleans.

"But we have some time until the Travels show up again. How about a tour." he said, offering her an arm.

Caroline looked at it a moment, before wrapping her arms around it, "Ok. But only until the Travelers catch up. Then we need to get Stefan back."

*****

Gotta admit. My first impression of Tom was, he was like a golden retriever puppy. He's basically a sunshine flavored cinnamon roll. I just automatically got those 'I must protect him' vibes when he was talking to Caroline. So I was super sad when he was killed off. Or was that just me?

I'm also planning on TRYING to write the first chapter of "Expecting Pups". So pray for me. Because I'm going to have to watch the first episode of the Originals. (Insert absolutely terrified gulp). So I know what's happening in the whole pregnancy reveal scene. Lets hope I don't kill myself when I end up bashing my head angst the wall.

The only thing that's gonna keep me going through it is A) The knowledge that I'm doing this for Klaroline (A ship I'm willing to go down with), and B) I'm going to be trying to throw in as much Hayley bashing as I possibly can in the scene. Heck the only reason Hayley would be there is to make people realize how awesome Caroline, and Klaroline really are. Because people expect Klaus to go all crazy over a pregnancy, like please. The only pregnancy (his child or not), Klaus could potentially care about (In my shipper eyes), is Caroline's. Not Hayley's, or anybody else's. So yeah. Hayley's just going to be there so I can bash her. Those of you who like Hayley or Cami in any shape or form. I highly suggest you don't read!

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE!

#klaus #Niklaus #klaus x caroline #caroline x klaus #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #lorenzo #Enzo #TVD #TO #The Originals #The Vampire Diaries #fanfiction #romance fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #Klaroline #klaroline for life!

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arctickat2400 · 3 years

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Decade Dance <> Damon Salvatore

Dear Diary,

Ever since I met him, I knew there was a place for him in my heart. I like him, but does he like me back? I’m not sure. But I doubt it. How could a guy like him, ever like a girl like me? I guess I’ll never know.

I grabbed my backpack and rushed out to my car through the brisk, cool winter air. I was so late. I guess I lost track of time. I slam my door closed as I drove to school.

I grabbed my bag from the back seat and made my way into the Mystic Falls High School.

“Hey, guys,” I greeted my best friends, Elena, Bonnie and Caroline by our lockers that coincidentally happened to be next to each other.

“Hey, Y/N. You’re unfashionably late.” Elena pointed out, looking me up and down. I was quite tired from my lack of sleep last night, thinking about the man of my dreams. I guess it showed.

“Yeah. I just lost track of time, and the lack of sleep didn’t help much either.” I confessed.

“So, are you guys going to the Decade Dance on Friday? I heard it’s gonna be epic.” Caroline exclaimed.

“Care, it’s only gonna be epic ‘cause you made it epic.” I told her, a bright red blush coming to her cheeks.

“Well, Stefan and I are definitely going. He asked me just last night and today we’re gonna be looking for tuxes and dresses.” Elena smiled excitedly. She and Stefan have been together for awhile now. I always kind of envied Elena ‘cause she’s dating a Salvatore. I want a Salvatore.

“Even though he doesn’t go to school, I invited Enzo to the dance. I thought it’d be nice to bring him. He never gets to do this kind of stuff.” Bonnie mentioned.

“How ‘bout you, Y/N?” Caroline questioned. My mind must’ve wandered off somewhere ‘cause the only thing I heard was my name. My head shot towards my friends.

“Hm?” I hummed in question, looking at my friends wide eye, my lips in a straight line.

“Are you going? To the dance?” Caroline repeated.

“Um… no. I don’t think so. I mean, I have no one to go with. So, nothing for me here. But, how ‘bout you, Care? Who are you going with?” I put on a fake smile, added with a question.

“Ugh! Don’t even remind me. I had made a deal with Klaus to go on a date with him in return to save Tyler. So, this is my gift to him. Not gonna be the best night, but like I try, I’m gonna make the best of it. Probably gonna ignore him the whole time anyways.” Caroline laughed as Elena, Bonnie and myself joined in.

“Anyways, we should probably get to class.” Bonnie suggested.

Just as we turned around, the two Salvatore brothers appeared, both with their famous smirks on their faces. And of course, my eyes went straight to Damon and his mysterious smirk.

“Damon, what’re you doing here? You don’t go to school.” I pointed out.

“Y/N, Elena, we need to talk.” Stefan said, both ignoring my comment. Thought, I couldn’t take my eyes off Damon. And I could swear he kept stealing some glances at me. No doubt would I be blushing at this point.

“But, how ‘bout us? We’re just as important as they are.” Caroline shouted.

“This doesn’t include you, Blondie. Now scram.” Damon told them, using one of his nicknames, as Caroline and Bonnie made their way to our first class.

“So, what’s going on?” Elena asked.

“A hybrid found out about Y/N and found out about the dance on Friday. He’s making a plan to hunt her down and he won’t hesitate to make his move. So, we need to be ready.” Stefan explained, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, as scared as I should be, I’m not. I can take this dude with my bare hands. Now, we need to get to class. No matter how much I hate school and want to skip class, nothing will get me out of detention this time. C’mon, Elena.” I told them, pulling at Elena’s arm to follow me as I begin to our class.

“Hold on there, Kitty.” Damon began with one of my favorite nicknames for me.

He pulls me back to my original place as I let go of Elena. I just give him my glare, my glare of annoyance and impatience. He always ignored my glares though.

“If this guy is coming for you, we have to watch over. So while you’re in class, Stefan will watch over you from there and I will be outside, listening in to everything that’s happening to you and watching for any suspicious dudes, just in case this hybrid gets too eager and comes for you today.” Damon explains.

“Well, thanks for the concern, but I don’t need to be babysat. Now, goodbye.” I told him, taking Elena once again and leading her towards our class. We got there with a minute to spare.

Damon’s POV

I waited outside, listening in on Y/N. She’s been acting weird lately. Weirder than usual. She keeps pushing me away, but all I’m doing is trying to look after her and keep her safe.

And there was no doubt that I had feelings for her. She’s the most amazing person in the universe. She’s so beautiful, and she has so much sass. She’s so unique and I love her.

The last bell rang for the end of the day. I leant back on the wall at the front of the school, waiting for Stefan, Elena and Y/N.

Just as they were supposed to be getting out, I heard a familiar voice. Y/N.

“Hey, Ty. You’re looking hot today. Is that a new shirt?” Y/N smiled confidently. What was she doing?

I looked over at her. She stood by Tyler Lockwood at a picnic table. He stared at her with wide eyes, looking her up and down. I knew what he was thinking.

Just as I was about to start walking to her, Stefan and Elena walked up.

“Hey, Damon. What’s going on?” Elena questioned, spotting the annoyed look on my face. My annoyance toward Tyler Lockwood was getting to me again.

“We’re going to the Grill.” I demanded just before walking towards Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

I sat on one of the picnic tables, waiting for my friends. Just then, I heard the voice of my friend Tyler. He walked up to be with a smile on his face.

I always thought that, since there’s a 100% doubt that I would ever have a chance with Damon, I should maybe think about seeing others.

I always had crushes on my guy friends, some including Tyler, Matt, and Jeremy. But Jeremy was more of a brother to me. So, nothing could be done there.

“Hey, Ty. You’re looking hot today. Is that a new shirt?” I smiled confidently at him, running my hand over his chest and looking up at him.

He just smiled down at me.

I knew Damon could listen in but that was his problem.

Just then, before Tyler could say anything, I felt something clutch my arm and pull me away from Ty.

“We’re going to the Grill, Y/N.” I heard Damon say as he pulled me towards my friends Stefan, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie. I just went with it.

We all drove to the Grill, meeting up at our usual booth.

We all ordered our usuals, burgers and fries to share. After Matt had taken our order, he went back to the bar. So, I decided to go talk to him. It feels like I haven’t talked to him in forever. He’s always been my best friend.

“Hey, Matty.” I smiled at him.

“Hey, (Your Nickname). What’s it gonna be today?” Matt smiled back at me.

“You know what I want.” I kept my sweet smile.

“Bourbon with a shot of vodka. As always.” Matt was already creating my drink.

“You know it.” I giggled and he just smiled. I always had a crush on Matt, more than anyone else. He’s always been there for me, and I always felt a connection with him.

He gave me my drink, setting it in front of me.

“So, Y/N,” He began.

“So, Matt,” I mimicked. He just laughed as I took a sip of my drink.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, but I was afraid of what you were gonna say.” Matt continued.

“What is it, Matt? Is everything okay?” I asked, repositioning in my bar stool.

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Decade Dance… with me.” He hesitated just a bit.

I was really hoping Damon would ask me, but why would I ever think that he would? I looked back towards our booth and just as I looked at Damon, knowing he would be listening in, I saw him dodge my glance and look back at our friends.

I just barely giggled.

I wanted to go with Matt to the dance. Not to make Damon jealous, but because I really wanted to go with Matt.

“Yes. I’d love to go with you, Matt.” I smiled up at him.

“Great. It’s a date.” Matt said excitedly. I always had the thought that Matt liked me, along with that thought that no one liked me. So I’m not sure.

Matt leaned in and kissed my forehead. He always did that. I giggled, taking my drink and walking back to my friends.

Damon’s POV

Y/N had gone over to talk to Matt for some unknown reason. I tried not to listen in, knowing Y/N would know. But, one thing Matt said had caught me by surprise.

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Decade Dance… with me.” He asked Y/N.

What?! Matt wanted to go to the Dance with Y/N?

Wait. Why would I care? It’s not like Y/N would ever want to go out with me. Nothing to act all jealous about.

But the thing is, I wanted to ask Y/N to the dance.

I stared at her sitting at the bar. After Matt asked the question, I saw Y/N’s head begin to turn. Once she was looking back towards our friends, her eyes met mine, but I tried not to be too suspicious. I shot my head back to our friends, trying not to bring to much of her attention to me. I hope she didn’t catch me staring.

She looked back at Matt.

“Yes. I’d love to go with you, Matt.” But once she answered yes, I knew it was too late. My face fell.

She began walking back to the table, her drink in hand, as our eyes made contact as I stared into her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes. She made her way to us, sitting in her spot next to me as she began talking to our friends.

She told them how Matt asked her to the dance and how she said yes and all that shit, but I tried to ignore it. ‘Cause once the night of the dance comes, my girl will be gone.

#damon salvatore #damon x reader #damon salvatore imagines #matt donavan #vampire diaries #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 3 years

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Can I request a Kai Parker smut when the reader is Bonnie's cousin and the reader sees through the things that Kai has done.

Dudeeee I actually had a this whole concept already in my drafts!!! Sorry it’s taken me a while, I’m a very indecisive person so this was written over and over again LMFAO

Pairings : Bennett!Reader X KaiParker

Warnings : angst., some more angst, angry Bonnie, Kai Slander, mentions of blood/violence/gore, mentions of murder, language, smut, not proof read

Requested : ;) I originally based this off of POV by Ariana Grande but I made some tweaks to it so yeah

Word Count : 7k

Your head was light and brain struggling to make any connections to the rest of your body. Your back rested against the dining room chair as you let whatever Jo fed to you get mushy in your mouth. Caroline had fed you some of her blood but your headache remained. Everything about today had went south and now everyone was just waiting on the edges of their chairs for something to happen and just wrap up the gift of shittiness to this very bad day. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to be the fucking bow.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her!" Bonnie snapped in the living room at the brown haired siphon. You couldn't hear the arguments happening in the other room solely because you were too busy being coddled by Jo and Caroline to make sure you wouldn't be able to hear the scolding Kai was receiving in the other room.

Bonnie never saw what you did whenever she looked at him. In her mind, you were just another one of his victims. He couldn't have had any good intentions with you. Kai Parker never had good intentions of any kind. He's selfish, and evil, and cruel, and there's no way in hell she was going to let him keep ruining your life after what happened today. Everyone knew who he was and what he did, everyone saw how dangerous he could be... except you just refused to acknowledge it. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to direct all her anger at him for hurting you or put all her disappointment on you for letting it get this far.

"Bonnie I swear, it's not like that! I never meant to hurt her, it just happened and I couldn't control it-"

"I swear to god I will kill you right now, and I wouldn't even need magic to do it." She growled.

He couldn't understand what made her so angry. Obviously he never meant to siphon so much out of you, really he didn't mean to siphon you at all. He was just planning on telling from Bonnie and the bracelet you gave him with a bit of your magic in it for emergencies and hoped the whole spell would work out fine.

"It was an accident!"

"Like hell it was!" Everyone stood around... watching... waiting... hoping. Hoping he would step out of line just once so they could rip his head off. "Nothing with you is an accident, Kai!"

"I would never intentionally hurt her, Bonnie! Believe or not I'm still capable of human emotions!" He scoffed, nothing the vampires surrounding him ready to pounce at any given moment, and with his anger levels rising they were about to have a field day.

"Of course you would, Kai! You hurt everyone who's close with you! Whether it's literally or metaphorically you always find a reason that benefits you, that justifies you hurting someone else! That's just who you are! You want nothing good with her, Kai! She's a good person, just leave her alone!" Bonnie growled, but Kai wasn't going to give in so easily.

"I've changed, Bonnie!"

"Changed into what? An even better liar? Because for an actual second there, Kai, I really believe you stayed in mystic falls just to live the life you never got to!" She fired.

"That's-"

"You know, if you wanted to make us even considering liking you, you should've moved. Far, far away from here, somewhere where you can't fucked up our lives enough for us to continue to have another fucking reason to hate you!" His shoulders dropped, hurting filling him to the brim. Usually he wouldn't let things like words get to him. She was upset with him, people say things they don't mean when they're upset... only she would've said this even in her happiest moments of life. She did hate him, and she had every reason to.

"She makes me a better person- When I'm I'm with her I want to be a better Person, Bon!" He defended himself. He knew the real reason he was with her, to him it was quite obvious. She made him feel as though the world wasn't out to get him. She could stop a nightmare before it even began with just a breathing the way she does. She made the best cupcakes, even though her cooking skills were mediocre, magic could fix everything. She made him smile without even doing anything just from the warm giddy feeling in his body when he's around her. Y/N Bennett... she was the only person to exist to make Malachi Parker feel like he deserved to live.

"Bullshit! You're just using her-"

"It isn't like that!" He snapped, causing the argument to halt for a few seconds.

"Really? Then tell me, Kai. What is it? Is it because she's my cousin? Is that why you're interested in her? To get back at me in your own disgusting twisted way? Or is it because of the blood? I bet her Bennett blood would come in real handy just in case-"

"No! I wouldn't do that to her-"

"Or is it because you're just so desperate for someone who actually feels like a friend that you decided to keep her around? Hmm? Maybe it's because after 18 years holed up in that prison word, you finally came to the realization that there is no possible way you could ever be loved. That you deserve to be alone for the rest of eternity. But all of a sudden, here she is, Precious y/n Bennet, the only person who is willingly to search for even a shred of good in you!" She spat. Everyone around watching guards fell as the watched Kai slowly become less tense. His shoulders falling slowly, the will the defend himself leaving his body along with his will to live, embarrassment and anger rushing through his veins, but a small part of him kept him in the room and not on his way back to his apartment. "Let me tell you something, Kai. Maybe this you can finally get it through your head." Bonnie feeling confident enough to take a step towards the stunned looking Siphon. "Not even a Bennett witch is strong enough to fix the broken, unlovable, vile person you really are. And if you truly, by some fucking miracle have a beating heart in your chest, if you've actually let her change you for the better, then you know she's better off without you. We both know that you don't deserve her in any way, shape, or form... so just let her go. Find someone else to ruin and leave her alone."

It felt as if all the oxygen in his body had left. His heart stopped pumping blood through his veins, and slowly and painfully he felt as if he was desiccating on the insides. He hadn't even noticed the tear that had escaped while he was being scolded.

Both you and Jos head turn as you hear a muffled scream that sounded like it came from Bonnie. You tried to stand by Jo eased you back down, shaking her head as if everything was all right. You couldn't hear much of the conversation going on in the other room, but you knew if it was enough to make Bonnie angry then it was never good. And Bonnie in their with Kai... was enough to make her wanna take out the entire town of Mystic Falls.

"I feel fine Jo, I'm good." You reassure her, standing on your own again against her advice.

She knew what was going on in there... they've been going at it since before you even regained consciousness. She wasn't worried about you not being able to stand on your own, she was worried about you overbearing the heavy conversation happening in the other room.

"Maybe we should head to a clinic or something, you did hit your head pretty hard!" She tries quickly but you shaking your head.

"Caroline gave me her blood, I'll be fine." You responded, looking to the blood who seemed to be in total shock and not at all paying attention to either of you. "I think I'm just going go home and sleep, promise I won't do anything to crazy." You sent Jo a soft smile, tilting your head at Caroline in confusion but ultimately ignored it. Maybe it was some weird vampire sensory thing.

"You should take the back door!" Jo tried again, just to keep you from walking back into the living room.

"I would..." you narrowed your eyes at the dark haired doctor. "But my keys are by the front door." You spoke, walking towards the living room before Jo could make any more excuses. You caught on fast, but really you did just want to go home.

"Wait No-" Jo stood quickly, Caroline finally snapping back into consciousness. By the time she could truly think, you were already walking through the doors leading into the living room. There was still a bit of your blood on the carpet, you knew Damon was going to bitch about that later so you figured you get out why you still could.

Well... that's what you were planning to do before you stopped just to notice all of the eyes planted on you. You first assumed that it was just them just surprised at your speedy recovery... but the tear running down your boyfriends cheek made you rethink a bit. Kai never cried. No matter what or ho he was feeling, there was not a thing in this world that he would ever let get to him. Maybe he was just so worn out from the spell too that he didn't even feel himself tearing up. The whole room felt tense, and even Jo and Caroline looked like this in the Kitchen.

"What's going on?" You felt your own body tense a bit as Kai's eyes fell down to the floor.

"nothin'" Kai mumbled, voice shaky. Your eyes narrowed with obvious disbelief. His voice was kind of small, and he couldn't even look at you. He had so many thoughts racing through his head he had no idea what to do.

"Why don't i believe that..." you spoke, mostly to yourself. "I was just about to head home." You mentioned wearily. "Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there awkwardly?" You asked, half joking and half wanting to know what had him so actually upset.

"Uhm," he spoke looking back up, eyes immediately attracted to Bonnie before looking back to you. He felt her glare burning into the side of his head, her whole rant repeating itself in his mind over and over again. "Yeah, yeah, I'll drive." He nodded, turning around just so he wouldn't have to look at you again. Before he could walk, Bonnie had grabbed his arm. Rather tightly, and oddly to be honest. She usually avoided any sort of interaction with him, so even an arm touch was a weird sight to you.

All she sent was a simple look that seem to have him shaken down to his boots before she let him go. Her eyes falling back to you. She sent a smile, before just walking away. Not a word. Just silence. It was weird, no one else had much to say either, just weird looks on their faces and more silence to give. You ignored them though, just wanting to get home.

"Uhm, okay." You responded to the silence, shaking out the bad feeling from your mind before walking through the living room. You grabbed you jacket off the couch before walking over to Kai. You reached your hand up to touch his arm but he shrugged you off, walking towards the front door without even look at you. Was he mad? What could he possibly have been mad at you for?

You pretended to not noticed the coldness and just follow after him out the door. He got into the car, barely even waiting until your door was fully closed before taking off out of the driveway. He needed to get you home. To stop himself from doing the right thing and letting you go because he didn't want that. He wanted you, for as long as he could manage to keep you in his grasp. It was selfish of him, but everyone already knew what he was like so he didn't really care. He's happy with you. Happy with his life with you. Happy with his life around you. Happy with himself with you.... why in hell would he ever give you up?

Bonnie was right though, letting you go wasn't about his happiness. It was about yours. And as selfish as he was, your happiness would always come above his own. He made sure of that everyday. He didn't eat until you did, he took shorter showers so you could have more hot water, or he'd just wait until you were done and take whatever was left. You wanted- deserved a life without him and all the despair and pain that follows him around. You didn't deserve to be woken up in the middle of the night because he was restless. You didn't deserve to be distanced from all your friends just because you liked him. If living the best life you could meant leaving him behind, he was fine with that. He was fine with that for you. He was fine with you being happy even if it meant he would've been miserable for the remainder of his life.

"Kai, you need to slow down!" You spoke up, hand moving to his thigh as you noticed his hand clutching the wheel so tightly. "Your going 70 in a 35" it was late and no one was out on the streets, he didn't care how fast he was going.

"It's fine, y/n." He muttered, eyes not leaving the road. There were no deer out in this time of the year, there was no danger of hitting much of anything.

"No, Kai, it's dangerous." You responded, "slow down, please."

"No." He needed to get you home. If he slowed down, that gave you more time to talk. More time for him to think, more reasons to flood his brain on why you were better off without him.

"No? Kai, come on, seriously you need to slow down." You scoffed, not amused by his resistance. "I'd rather not die in a car crash before I'm old enough to run for president."

"Could you stop talking? Like just for a moment!" He huffed.

"Wha- I- no! What the hell is wrong with you? Slow the car down, Kai!" His eyes rolled, momentarily forgetting just how persistent you could be. "Kai!" Your hand moving from his thigh as you contemplated jumping out of the car just to see what he would do. Maybe after you break probably every bone in your body he'll slow the fucking car down. "Stop the damn car." You spoke but he ignored you, hoping you would just stop talking to him.

Instead of you stopping with the chat, he felt himself stomping on the break as your seatbelt came undone. Your body moving forward fast, colliding with the dashboard, and knocking the absolute wind out of you. He unbuckles his seat belt quickly, looking over to you. You were fine, your boobs not so much, but it wasn't unbearable. You let out a deep throaty couch, opening your car door. You only unbuckled your seat belt to get him to slow down, put the fear in him that you were going to jump out.

Well... it sort of worked.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" He growled, following you out the car. You were leaned onto the car trying to get some air into your king as the adrenaline started releasing through your body. "What the hell were you going to do? Jump out of the fucking car because I was got a few miles over? You could've gotten hurt! Hurt worse the just hitting the dashboard! What if another car was coming? You could've gotten ran over, and killed! Then you'd wake up with a craving for an AB positive juice box!" He scolded you as if you were a child.

"I wasn't actually going to jump out, asshole! I just wanted you to slow the damn car down! And if you would've done it, instead of being a dick then we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out and you finally managed to stand straight again. "Are you okay?" He sighed.

"Are you?" You shrugged. "You haven't looked at me since we left the house, you won't talk to me, practically told me to shut the fuck up, and then you yell at me like I'm kid."

"I didn't mean to yell at you. I just didn't want you to get hurt." He frowned a bit.

"I'm fine. But I'm not getting back in that car." You spoke.

"What? Why?"

"Tell me what Bonnie said to you that has you so upset." You demanded, his heart pausing for only a moment as you stated into his soul.

"What?"

"I might be a little be slower at picking up on the clues but I'm not stupid. What did she say that has you so deathly terrified to even look at me?" You asked. "Did she put a spell on you or something-"

"No, it's nothing, y/n, just drop it and let's get back." He shook his head.

"If it was nothing then you wouldn't mind telling me."

"It's none of your business."

"Seeing as your my boyfriend and she's my family, in some weird way, whatever beef you two have is my business."

"Leave it alone."

"No" You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest even though it hurt a bit.

He wanted to yell, but he knees you still wouldn't give up. He didn't understand how you could be so annoyingly persistent still after he's shot you down so many times. It was like you knew you were getting under his skin yet you kept digging. Purposely trying to draw out some reaction just for your own amusement.

"Why don't you give up?" He groaned. "Why do you even care? Why can you stand there and look at me like that with no guilt at all?!" His foot colliding with the car tire. He hated how much every fiber of his being was pushing him to do the right thing for once. "How can you stand there knowing everything I've done and still sleep in a bed with me? Do you not care?" He wanted to stop but nothing was letting him.

"What're talking about?"

"I killed people! My own family, y/n! I hurt Bonnie! I hurt Damon! I hurt Elena, and then just because I thought you were pretty I hurt you too! And still, you refuse to see any of my faults in actions that I take pride in!" He yelled finally. It didn't phase you. You encourage him to let any emotions he was feeling out all the time. He was angry right now, and you were fine just seeing how angry he really was.

"You're not that person anymore, that's why. I trust you."

"Well you shouldn't." He shook his head. "I will always be that person!"

"You may feel like that person but your not!" You defend him against himself. "You've made a lot of progress, you know that. And I could sit here and dwell on the shit you've done in the past but if I did that to everyone, I'd have no one." You sighed, not understanding why he was bringing any of this up. What did Bonnie say to him?

"I left Bonnie in a prison world to die!"

"And you helped me get her back!"

"I tortured your best friend!"

"You wouldn't be the first-"

"Stop doing that!"

"What?"

"Making excuses for me! There are none! I'm a bad person, y/n! You aren't, this whole 'fix me' doll relationship isn't going to last because of that! Because you deserve better than me! And if I let this go any further, then that means I haven't changed. I'm not better than I was, I've just had you to keep me from making any stupid decisions-"

"Kai stop-"

"-and one day you're going to realize that this was all a mistake. That maybe there isn't something that can be redeemed in my cold unloveable heart. And when that day comes, I'd rather not wake up and see the pure and utter hatred you've developed for me just like the rest of the people in my life."

You felt your lungs stop filling with air. It was hard to get any in, you were just breathless. How were you suppose to breathe after that? Now you had a decent idea of what that conversation he had with Bonnie was.

"No. You don't get to do that, you can't push me away. I'm not here because your a chore Kai, I care about you, and I want to be with you-"

"Do you seriously have no respect for yourself?!"

"Do you?!"

"No! Because all my respect goes to you! Everything I have goes to you! And because I respect you, and because you are literally the only thing on earth that I actually truly care about I have to do this-"

"No you don't-"

"I'm br-"

"No your not!" You groaned, covering you ears as if that would effect the outcome of this situation.

"Stop being so stubborn."

"Kiss me."

"No,"

"Just do it, Kai! Kiss me, and we can make up and forget this whole conversation!"

"How can you seriously fucking stand there and act like I'm not going to ruin your life. I murdered my own siblings in cold blood. And I'd do it again, y/n. I don't feel bad, I never felt bad. I've done so many bad things and your standing here looking at me like I'm a fucking Saint who deserves the happiness you give!"

You remained silent.

"Is that what you want? To see how bad I can be? To wait for the day where you can see Malachi Parker in action? Be there when he finally breaks?! Again!" He scoffed and you shook your head, but no word escaped. "You know what" his eyes set on you, desperate to make you see what everyone else sees when they look at him. "Maybe i can get to your head, if I let you in mine." He spoke walking to you, hands on your temples before you could even move.

You tried to break from him hold be you weren't nearly as strong as he was. He was mumbling something under his breath and soon your whole body became numb. Your mouth feel open as you let out groans of pain as bloody images fill your head, and guilt and remorse and hurt filled your heart. Screams and cries ringing in your mind, but none you've ever heard before. People you've never seen crying, and struggling to run from you. Only it wasn't you they were running from. It was Kai.

His memories flooded your brain all at the same time. You had no idea had to process everything you were seeing. All the pain in your chest amplifying somehow with a deeper emotional pain. But most of that wasn't yours either. It was his too. Loneliness and Exhaustion. Hate and Longing. It was overwhelming along with the pictures and sounds running amok in your head. Soon pictures of Bonnie had flashed through your mind, and Jo, and Damon. Blood, and more blood, nothing wasn't covered in blood, and with every passing second the pain in your chest worsened. Cries of his name, and blood curdling screams filling your head, some of which belonged to you. That was when you felt the worse pain. Hearing your own screams caused a panic, and seeing your own body covered in blood, watching your body fall just earlier as your head collided with the end table. Sheer panic and anguish for some reason. But the last image to intrude your thoughts seemed like a not so distant memory of his. One of you. Even if your head wasn't being taken over you wouldn't have remembered because in this moment he wasn't with you. He was sitting across the grill watching you dunked your fries into a strawberry milkshake with a huge smile on your face in front of your friends. You seemed happy, and it was like you were witnessing someone come back to life. First grief hit you hard, then relief and joy, and then reality set in and it was like you realized that it was all just dream and that person was still dead and never coming back and you were never going to be happy again.

He tore his hands away from you, allow you to steal in some oxygen and you went dizzy, using the car for support so you wouldn't collapse on the ground. Your chest heaving as you tried to reel in your mind what you just saw, what you felt, what you heard. All of his memories. All of the bad things he's ever done, or things he would consider to be bad. But in his mind, it was only reason that you would probably be more inclined to leave him for.

Through every memories you were overwhelmed with emotions. Whatever you could feel you felt. You didn't know which emotions were yours or his. You couldn't separate the feelings. But in some weird way you could tell that the pain and anguish churning in your gut was his. You didn't know his family well enough to have regrets, or remorse... that was all him. All the fronts he put up... all those emotions exposed everything.

"Get in the car." He spoke softly, helping you off the car so he could open the door. "You don't need to say anything, I'm taking you home and then I'll be gone." He spoke as if he knew that you wanted to be nowhere near him.

Instead, you just wanted to give him a hug. That gut wrenching pain he felt still lingering within your body. Tears streaming down your cheeks but not because of what you saw, but how he felt. Every one of your friends have done things of equal evil status. Judging him for things he obviously did regret and feel everyday wouldn't be fair to him. And whether you felt like that because you wanted to be fair or because you were in love with him was a mystery to even you.

You didn't speak, you just sat in the car staring ahead of you. Trying to determine how you really truly felt. Why was him seeing you so bad that he felt he needed to include that memory in his mind torture. You barely felt time move as he flew down the road at the same speed as before. When he parked in front of the apartment the two of you shared, he decided he would just stay out and drive all night. He didn't know where to go. He knew you probably wouldn't want him around. You stared blankly at the red bricked building with the dim lights hanging from the walls.

"Y/N." He spoke softly, not wanting to look at the tears running down your cheeks.

"Kai." You returned, voice soft and brittle unaware of how vulnerable you sounded to him. "Why do you consider meeting me a bad thing?" You asked, not a single other word coming to mind.

"I don't regret meeting you. I regret putting you in this position in the first place. And if I didn't insert myself into your life then-"

"Then you wouldn't be breaking up with me on the side of the road. Leaving me alone to spend the rest of my life wondering what I did wrong to push you away. To wonder why my love wasn't good enough reassurance-" you rambled not sure why everything was coming out of your lips.

"then you wouldn't be crying right now. Then you could've avoided all of this." He sighed in response. He hated when you cried, if it was anyone else it would've been annoying. Your tears always were the one thing that could truly break him into pieces. "When I met you... when I met you, I was so sure that you were just going to ignore me or hate my guts. I fucking left your friend in a prison world to die, y/n. I tortured you, yet you still see me as someone who's able to be redeemed. You SAW what I did, and your still defending me!" His own tears starting to pool. "I d-don't want you to hate me... and I don't want to do this... but I do want to be happy and I don't think you could ever really do that until I'm out of your life." You silently shook your head as you tried not to let your own tears keep falling. Your heart clenching in your chest, breathing getting harder to achieve.

You didn't speak.

You couldn't.

Pain hitting you harder as each second passed. You didn't know how to respond to be truthful so you just unbuckle your seat belt. You sniffled, waking the tears from you cheeks only to has fresh one replace the one you wiped away. Kai still refused to look at you, maybe you finally did she was shitty person her was. And how stupid you were for being with him. You opened the door, getting out quickly hoping he follow you but he didn't. You were still a bit dizzy from him flooding his memories through your head. You're steps were slow and wobbly and you were bound to fall in seconds but you just kept moving. To any who didn't know what you've just been through, you were just so drunk sorority girl trying to make it to the door.

Kai watched you struggled for a second, knowing you could hold your own, but he didn't want you to. He got out of the car, not even caring about locking it behind himself. His feet carried the rest him over to you. Almost as if his body was acting on instinct to help you. His arm wrapped around you, your sweet scent immediately wafting into his nose causing a tear to slip down his cheek. He ignored it, helping you, and you just let him. You didn't feel like fighting. You just wanted his touch on your skin, so you allowed him to help you.

Many thoughts flooded your head. He was as bad as everyone said he was. But you he'd never hurt you, in any way. He wouldn't hurt anyone else because that would hurt you. He was good because he wanted to be, but only for you. No one else has ever really given him good enough reason to be good. You knew he wasn't the same person that he was, and tonight just cleared it all up. It didn't stop you from loving him. It just gave you all the more reason to. You've seen your best friends do worst than him, who were you to cash him out for something he's going to feel his entire life?

You didn't speak the entire way to your front door. He unlocked the door for you, hoping you would just be able to walk and get some rest on the couch or something.

You had other plans.

You stood straight on your own, looking back to the brown haired siphon who realized he was just fooled into a trap. Your hands reached for his, taking his hand in yours quickly before he could walk away.

"Y/n, please, it's easier this way just let me go-"

"You showed me your worst moment so I want to show you my best." You spoke. Eyes dead set on his, hands gripping each other's, neither one of you wanting to let each other go. "Please." You let out a small breath.

"This is going to make it a lot harder-"

"That's the point, Malachi." You sniffle, holding in a tiny laugh.

"Okay." He whispered, preparing himself for the rush of emotions and memories flooding through his head like he did to you. You pulled your hands from his, placing them on each of his temple before beginning the spell.

It wasn't long before he felt your presence in his mind, his on thoughts being taken over with your own thoughts. At first it was a horrible feeling watching every time you were happy, knowing he was never going to be able to see that from you again. Not if he kept his promise. He wouldn't to push you away, his chest light and full with joy and a love so over it was almost crushing. He watched as memories of times you spent with him. From your first date, to that one joke he cracked the made you laugh when he first kidnapped you just to torture you for practice. He watched as he teased you, to the first time the two of you had sex, to the first I love yous, and he felt how warm inside it made you at the fact that he never over used the words. You knew he loved you even when he didn't physically say those words. You felt his love every time you were around him, and that was enough for you.

He felt a soft smile forming on his lips but he could tell if it was from your happiness or knowing how much he really meant to you. Memories of late night cries, and arguments ending in angry sex, and sneaking out of classes, and talking trash about your friends even though you would never said something too horrible about them.

You liked who you were with him. You loved who you were. And he felt all of that, he felt how much love you held for him, how much pain you were in to think about him leaving. And eventually that strong happy, lovely, calm feeling was stripped away from him, leaving him empty for a moment before he felt you hands against his cheeks.

You were holding his face, staring straight into his eyes, both of you almost to the point of sobs. You were praying to god that you're plan worked. The hell were you going to do if it didn't?

"Don't leave me, Kai."

"Y/N-"

"I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, Kai. Let me love you, please." You pleaded, bodies moving closer together without each other even realizing. It was natural for you to be close with him, you never questioned it.

He didn't want to say no. But he owed it to you to say no.

"You saw what I did-"

"And you saw how much I love you-"

"You watched in first person how I killed four of my siblings-"

"And you watched from my point of view how badly I fell in love with you."

You just wanted to kiss and make up. You would fall apart if he left you alone. Especially if he was doing it for your own 'happiness' because that meant he thought you weren't happy with him. It was upsetting and slightly insulting, because you were the happiest you've ever been with him.

"I just want to do the right thing, baby." He whimpered quietly, you're heart nearly breaking in a million pieces. His tearing streaming quickly, mentally slapping himself for being so weak for you.

"Then stay... stay and make me the happiest person in the entire world. We could graduate together and get a small house in the suburbs, or- or we could leave. Right now. Travel all across the world, experiencing so many different things together." You offered meaning every word.

At some point in the silence that seemed to last for forever, one of you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't care to pay attention which one of you, but your lips connected, smooshing your faces together to be as close as possible. Tears mixing on each other's cheeks, his hands down on your waist pulling you closer into him as you both made you're way inside your shared home.

He used his foot to kick the door closed, being careful to touch you oh so gently. You were a fragile peace of glass to him, the most beautiful sculpture who had no business being with him. He did nothing to deserve you, yet you felt he deserved you more than anyone in the world. You wasted so many years on him tonight, and for some reason you didn't care anymore. He was here, he was on you, his hands, his lips, your minds in sync for each and every single one of your next moves.

Clothes slowly being tossed the the floor as you both backed each other to your bedroom through the dark apartment. By the time you reached the bed the only thing you had left were you bra and underwear, along with his shirt and boxers. Neither of you had even bothered to pull apart for a single breath. You allowed him to gently lower you on the poorly made bed.

"Mmh, w-wait-" he mumbled against your lips. Youre legs parting for him to slip between which he did without thinking. "This is wrong-"

"No, it's not?" You spoke in confusion. "I love you, Kai. I don't care what Bonnie said, because she doesn't know what this feels like." You shake your head.

"Find someone else to ruin and let her go" Kai quoted, your grip on him tightening. "I don't want to-"

"Maybe I want you to ruin me. To fuck up my life. To fuck up my morals just because I love you. I want that, Kai. I want every bit of it. I want this love that consumes me from the inside out, and I want to be able to go against everything I believe for you. I. Love. You." His hands traveling down your waist, as you let out a sigh.

"I love you." He mumbled. "I love you so fucking much." His lips came down on your collarbone, fingers slipping under you panties waistbands before snapping his fingers to get rid of them. You felt the cold air against your slick heat, the warmth from his own body radiating into yours. His hips grinding down into your, his hardon pressing into you causing a light whimpering as you felt the butterflies raging into the pair of your stomach.

"I just wanna be with you, baby." You let out a soft moan, urging him on as he nips and sucked red marks onto your skin.

You used your own magic to undo the threads of his plain blue shirt as you dragged your hand down his back. The fabric slipping down his arms which he didn't mind. He was too focus on your warm skin under his tongue. His teeth grazing across your skin, coming closed with a tiny pinch every time. Your chest heaving into his from the closeness, and heat of it all.

"Tell me to stop” he mumbled against your skin, hips grinding into your heat as you let out needy moans.

“I need you, Kai, please.” Your lip caught in between your teeth, as the cloth of his underwear separating the two of you disappeared. “I want you so bad.” You whined, fingers digging into the soft warm skin on his back.

You felt his hard on slipping between your slick folds as he rocked his hips back and forth. He wanted to feel you, he wanted you to feel him. He never wanted to leave your side, or go a moment without feeling your warmth. He loved you with every fiber of his being, and there was no possible way he could truly explain that to you.

“Please-” you pleaded before he slowly pushed himself into you. Your mouth hung open as his length filled you to the brim, the tip of his cock hitting that hot spongy spot in your cunt so well you could help but moan. He always did fill you up perfectly, almost as if he was made for you or vice versa. “Oh my god.” You whined, hips grinding into his as his hips set a steady pace.

Your legs resting around his waist, as you let out small breathy moans. He was fucking into you hard, but it still felt amazing. He wanted to take his time with you and you felt it. Your body tingling, mind focused solely on him and everywhere your skin touched his. You felt his lips connected with you neck, continuing to suck soft bruised on the skin, placing a soft kiss after each one whispering a single ‘I love you’ each time. His hands left your waist, traveling up your beautiful naked body, taking all the warmth he could, until he traced your hands to his back. He pulled the off, even though he enjoying the sting of your nails digging into his skin, pinning your hands down above you head. His hands flat onto of yours, fingers intertwining as his lips found yours again, your kisses sloppy and slow. The sound of skin on skin filling the room as his pace quickened earning louder breathier moans from your pretty little mouth.

You felt a bubbling heat in the pit of your stomach signaling you were close to your high. Eyes struggling to sty open, as your boyfriend fucked into you so lovingly. It became harder to do anything other than focus on the feeling of him hitting so deep into you he’s almost hit your cervix. The kisses became harder to return and nothing but the sound of you filled the room. He watched in complete awe as you as you slowly began to fall apart. You were the most beautiful creatures he’s ever laid his eyes on, and he had you here underneath him on your way to this euphoric high that he him caused. His name coming out of your mouth in quiet moans and pleads and warning of you about to explode all over his dick. You were all he’s ever wanted out of life, and now he had you and there was no one and nothing that would take you away from him except for death itself.

You were his and that was final.

“Open your eyes baby, look at me.” He groaned as he felt your cunt convulsing around him so tightly.

You struggled with the actions, your eyes focusing on his eyes as you cried out in pleasure. “I’m so close, Kai, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You whined and he nodded watching as your breathing got heavier.

“Cum for me, baby, cum all over me.” He urged you on, feeling his own high approaching.

You felt something inside you explode, a loud moan his name escaping your lips, all your juices spilling onto his hard cock a he continued fucking you through your high. You body jolting and shaking around him, as he went faster, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you realizing you weren’t done yet.

“So close.” He mumbled, hands squeezing your so tightly you felt as if they were going to break. You ignored the pain of having your hard crush and just let out absorber moan from another orgasm building quickly.

“M’gonna c-cum again!” You warned, strained voice loud and needy.

“Me too baby” Kai moaned back, watching your eyes squeeze shut again taking in the way your body shook around him. “Let go y/n, I know you want to.” He spoke out of breath.

You felt his thrust getting sloppily, but he tried keeping up the pace. His own body stiffening as his cock twitch in you as you clenched around him again. Both of your falling apart with loud moans, and whimpering of each other names, lips coming together again as he spilt every last bit of his hot cum into your beautifully worn out cunt.

Neither of you spoke any words. Just your reveled in each other’s tongues, allowed you naked bodies to somehow merge into one. You felt a sudden tiredness take over you as it did the same to him.

“I don’t want to let you go.” He whispered into your lips.

“Then don’t. Let’s stay this way forever.” You hummed, squeezing his hands in yours.

“Deal.”

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Fresh Starts

Leah (Stardew) x Selectively Mute She/Her Reader

A/N: Thought I’d try something different with this one. Sorry if I didn’t detail the instances of sign language very well, or if they are a little off, I did try. Also Kel is an asshol in this when they show up so get ready for that. Robin is cool mom and Abigail is the friend who is always ready to fight at the drop of a hat. Also, time is so weird in Stardew? There are four season in a year but each season is like a month so a year is like four months. Time is scary. I hope you like it! Word Count: 8,943

“So, someone has finally taken up that old farmland,” Leah heard Gus say to Harvey as he fixed the good doctor a drink at the bar, “‘Heard Lewis and Robin talking about it outside of Pierre’s yesterday.”

“Is that so?” Harvey was tired from a long day at the clinic, but being ever polite, he humored Gus and rested fully against the bar stool.

“Mhmm, looks like the old man’s kin is finally gonna make something of it. A few years late though I must say, that place is well overgrown. It’s gonna take a lot more than a little elbow grease to spruce up that dump,” Gus chuckled good naturedly and handed Harvey his beer, “I wish them luck, whoever they are.”

“Bah!” Leah jumped in her seat tucked away in the corner. Pam must have been listening in too. “If they’re smart they’ll just sell the heap of trash to Joja. M’sure they’d get a pretty penny for it.” Pam spoke bitterly. Shane, who was also quite drunk at this point in the night, took the opportunity to add his two cents in and yell across the bar.

“Why would they get your daughter for selling out to Joja?”

“That’s not what I meant, dumbass!” Pam roared back, slamming her beer on the table with a loud thump.

Leah decided she’d call it a night then. Without Elliott to crack jokes with, the saloon could get real depressing real fast with Shane and Pam racing each other to see who would get alcohol poisoning first. Even Clint was just sad to watch. The poor man sitting hopefully, waiting for Emily to even just turn in his direction. Leah finished the rest of her beer and paid Gus, giving the man a sympathetic smile as he left to cut Shane off.

Leah shivered in the cool spring breeze as she walked along the river bank to her cottage and her thoughts wandered back to what Gus had been gossiping about.

“A new face around Stardew Valley, hm?” Leah mused, kicking a stray pebble in her path, watching it skip across the cobbled stone. “I guess I won’t be the town newbie anymore.” She smiled and turned to look in the direction of Marnie’s home, knowing that the farm was somewhere just beyond. As Leah turned the key to unlock the door of her small cottage, she wondered what changes this new resident might bring.

***

“Have you met our new resident farmer yet?” Leah heard Caroline ask Jodi as she walked across the town square.

“I suppose you could call it that,” Jodi laughed, “It was a very brief meeting to say the least.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one then,” Caroline sighed, putting a hand to her chest in relief, “I thought I had offended the girl somehow, she never said a word. She just walked into the shop and pointed to a few seeds she wanted to buy, then she handed Abigail, Pierre and I daffodils and went on her way. Not so much as a sound.” Caroline explained, still bewildered by the interaction.

“Sounds about right,” Jodi nodded, “She knocked on the front door and handed me a single clam. Which was nice I suppose, but so very odd. She gave Vincent a daffodil too,” Jodi smiled, “He was very pleased. I’m sure she would have given Sam something as well if he could wake up at a more reasonable time.”

“Oh, Leah! Good morning!” Caroline had caught her. Leah put on her most sociable smile and walked forward, greeting the two women.

“Good morning Caroline, Jodi.”

“Have you been visited by the farm fairy yet?” Jodi asked, chuckling along with Caroline.

“I’m afraid not.” Leah admitted. “Although Elliott says I am a bit difficult to track down at the best of times.” She laughed good naturedly.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll get you sooner or later. She seems to be on a mission to greet the whole town. If you can call it a greeting I suppose. I don’t even know her name.” Caroline realized.

“It’s (Y/n).”

The three women jumped and turned to a grinning Robin, walking up to them with her yoga mat swaddled under her arm.

“Her name is (Y/n). She’s quite the character, huh?”

“Robin, you helped Mayor Lewis move her in didn’t you? What can you tell us?” Jodi asked, looking for any crumb of information she could get on the mysterious girl.

“Not much to tell,” Robin shrugged, “Just a sweet kid wanting to get away from the pressures of the big city,” she sent a knowing look at Leah, “Sounds like someone else I know.”

Leah laughed politely, twisting a finger around the tail end of her braid as blush settled in her cheeks faintly.

“But why is she so... you know, quiet?” Caroline asked.

“Hm, well, she did give me her blessing to explain should it come up.” Robin took a moment to think of how to proceed, absently tapping her fingers against her mat. “(Y/n) is selectively mute. She has the ability to speak, but she’s just not comfortable enough to do so at this time. This move was a big decision for her, and she’s excited, but it’s just gonna take some time before she feels secure enough to communicate orally.”

“And how did you get all this information out of her?” Caroline wondered.

Robin secured her yoga mat between her thighs and presented both hands, pointing her index fingers outward and drew a couple large circles in the air with the tips of her extended fingers. “Sign language!” Robin grinned, before taking a hold of her mat once more.

“Oh how clever!” Jodi praised. “I wish I understood sign language.”

“I’d be happy to show you a few of the basics sometime. If you really need to ask (Y/n) something though she will have no problem writing out answers for you.” Robin informed. “Now, are we working out today or...”

“I completely forgot!” Caroline smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, “Yes, let’s go. Poor Marnie is probably wondering where we are. Are you going to join us Leah?”

“I’ll pass, thanks. I’m heading to the beach to do some painting,” Leah explained, motioning to her bag.

“Alright, see you around!” Caroline, Jodi and Robin bid Leah goodbye and hurried to the general store.

Leah sighed, as much as she liked the people in this town they were so chatty. She could have been at the beach forever ago! Once she arrived, she saw Haley sunbathing. Not unusual, but as she kept walking closer to shore she saw Elliott splayed out over the sand laying on his stomach.

Leah rolled her eyes and walked over, playfully kicking the man’s arm, causing him to squint up at her.

“Is there some kind of new writing exercise I should know about?” She asked, playfully.

“I wish, this is simply writer’s block at its finest.” Elliott groaned. “That, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with this,” he sat up and produced a wild horseradish from his jacket pocket.

“Why do you have a horseradish in your pocket?”

“A girl I’ve never seen before in my life gave it to me. Then she took off before I could refuse. Didn’t even say a word.”

“She’s totally weird, but she did give me a daffodil so I guess she’s not that bad.” Haley called from her own spot in the sand.

“Has everyone met the new girl except me?” Leah wondered aloud.

“She’s been making rounds. I’m sure she’ll find you eventually.” Elliott said, resting his chin over his arms.

“You make her sound so ominous.” Leah laughed, lowering herself to the sand and taking out a sketch pad.

“A silent specter. A harbinger of-“

“Oh can it, drama queen,” Leah smirked, “so she gave you a horseradish, it’s not the end of the world. She was just trying to be nice.”

Elliott pursed his lips, propping his head up with one hand he turned the horseradish in the other offering it to Leah. “Do you want it? You’re all about foraging.”

“I mean, if you’re not going to use it sure. Put it in my bag.” Leah relented easily. Her eyes only leaving her paper to study the horizon for a moment, then continue to sketch.

Leah stayed on the beach with Elliott for a couple of hours, talking sketching, and painting. Finally she stood and stretched, patting the sand off the back of her jeans. “I should get going. See you around.”

“See you.” Elliott nodded, splitting off from Leah to head over to his shack.

Leah hummed to herself as she walked through town, making her way past Jodi’s house and entered the Cindersnap Forest. As she rounded the corner of her cottage, she paused in her tracks. Observing a young woman staring at her door with dandelions in one hand and her other poised to knock on the weathered wood.

Leah flinched slightly, she had stepped on a twig, snapping it and alerting her visitor of her presence.

Startled eyes met Leah’s own and the farmer straightened from her previous position, stepping back from Leah’s door.

She smiled shyly, giving Leah a short, jaunty wave before gesturing between Leah and the cottage a moment. Then she stood still. An expectant look on her face.

Leah simply stared back, blinking before she registered the silent question. “Oh! Yes, I live here. That’s my house. You’re (Y/n), right? Robin told me about you, I’m Leah.” She smiled kindly, coming forward to offer (Y/n) her hand to shake.

Instead of grasping Leah’s hand, (Y/n) cupped it with her gloved hands, turning Leah’s hand palm up and placing the dandelions inside.

“Ah, thank you.” Leah chuckled, “These will make a great salad.”

(Y/n) nodded vigorously, then moved to make her exit. Leah wasn’t sure what possessed her, but she called out to (Y/n) before she could get too far.

“Wait, I um, it’s not much but I did take an intro to ASL course my freshman year of college so, I’m a bit limited but if you ever want to talk, you know...” Leah wished she could stop talking right now. Why had no one told her that the farmer was cute!? “So, yeah, you know,” Leah fumbled with her free hand, her fingers sat just underneath her chin before she sent them forward, “Thanks again.” She smiled nervously.

(Y/n) stared at her, dumbfounded. Then she released a short, sharp exhalation of air that was reminiscent of stuttered laughter and turned back to stand before Leah. (Y/n) made a timid approach and gingerly took Leah’s wrist, still hovering midair, and guided the hand back to rest on Leah’s chin, just below her lip. Leah stood still as stone as (Y/n) held it there for a second then extended the hand forward. She repeated the motion twice more before backing away and releasing Leah from her gloved grasp. The smell of earth and grass still clung to Leah’s nose even after (Y/n) had stepped back.

“Oh, I did it wrong, didn’t I?” Leah blushed, “Is there a big difference between the two?”

(Y/n) blew out a large breath of air and nodded. One of her gloved hands came up to cover the amused smile fighting against her lips.

“What did I say? Was is embarrassing? Yoba, I need to know,” Leah carefully set the dandelions at her feet and rummaged through her bag. Taking out her sketch pad and a pencil, she flipped to a clean page and presented the materials into the rough fabric of (Y/n)’s gloved hands, “Please, tell me.”

(Y/n) shot Leah a sympathetic smile, then she looked down at the paper and wrote quickly and concisely. She looked over her work, nodded to herself, then she handed the sketch book and pencil back to Leah before jogging of in the direction of her farm.

“Eh- Hey! Wait a minute!” Leah took a few strides after the farmer but quickly gave up, electing to look at the paper in her hand instead. “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time. Nice meeting you Leah, smiley face.” Leah read aloud to herself. She scoffed, but couldn’t stop the smile that had conquered her lips. She couldn’t wait to see (Y/n) again.

***

“Hey, Maru-“

“I think I have a feeling about what this is about, but just in case, please proceed.”

The next morning, Leah had made her way to the clinic to visit Maru and perhaps get the answers she was looking for. She had made the trek to (Y/n)’s farm first, but she wasn’t there. A little note hastily taped to the farmer’s door revealed that she was spending the day fishing in the mountains and wouldn’t be back until late at night.

“Maru, you know sign language like your mom, right?” Leah asked.

“Sure do. Seb and dad do too.” Maru nodded, leaning over the clinic counter. “But I’ve got to tell you that if you’re looking for the meaning of what you accidentally signed to (Y/n) last night, we were sworn to silence earlier this morning before (Y/n) went fishing. Sorry.” Maru smiled.

“Ugh,” Leah sighed, leaning her forehead against the counter. “Can I at least have a hint?”

“Well, it’s really funny. Especially considering how chill you normally are and your kind disposition.”

“Yoba, I really need to know!” Leah groaned against the counter.

“Well my family can’t tell you. You’ll just have to wait to hear it from (Y/n),” Maru grinned and pushed away from the counter, “I have to prepare for Evelyn’s check up now so I’ll see you around Leah.”

“Yeah, bye.” Leah grumbled, watching Maru disappear into the back offices. “Well, there goes that plan.” She mumbled under her breath as she left the clinic.

Leah spent the rest of the day sculpting in her cottage. She spent hours getting lost in the chipping of the wood before finally going to bed.

***

It had been days since Leah last saw (Y/n) and if the farming life wasn’t so demanding, Leah would have been worried that she had deeply offended the farmer to the point that she was purposely avoiding her. Leah decided not to waste the time she had been presented with.

She approached Robin about sign language lessons, enough to get some basic phrases and words. She practiced the motions herself, perfecting them to allow for no mistakes. Although she knew (Y/n) could hear her just fine, she found it easier to retain the lessons this way. Not to mention that it was just a useful language to know.

“I’ve hardly seen you around. I was worried you stabbed yourself with your woodworking tools.” Elliott said as Leah came up to sit next to him in the saloon.

“And you didn’t think to come to check on me?” Leah looked at the writer incredulously.

“Nope.”

Leah punched Elliott’s arm and he laughed. Before long, Emily came by with their food and they ate comfortably.

“Would you look at that.” Elliot spoke, pointing in direction of the door as he swallowed another bite.

Leah turned to look, purple irises sparkling at the sight of (Y/n) lugging a large bag up to the bar. She watched Emily talk (Y/n)’s ear off, the poor farmer smiled uncomfortably while trying to divide her attention between her and Gus who had apparently requested a variety of fish.

“Wow, Robin said you were in trouble but you really are,” Elliott chuckled behind his beer, “You really lit up just now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leah scoffed, still watching (Y/n) hand Gus fish after fish. It was almost comical how such an objectively small bag could hold so much.

“You can’t keep your eyes off her. I realize the dating pool in Stardew is small, but the girl just got here.”

“Elliott, stop!” Leah blushed, looking back down at her plate to stab at her salad.

“I’m just saying, you’re already taking sign language lessons for her you might want to dial it back a little bit. You wouldn’t want to come off as the obsessive type.”

“Oh! She’s leaving, should I offer to walk her home? I’m going to offer to walk her home.” Leah dug in her pocket and pulled out some gold, pushing it over to Elliott.

“What did I just say?” Elliott called after Leah, as she eagerly jogged to the exit to catch (Y/n) walking in the direction of the Cindersaps, perfect!

“(Y/n), good evening!” Leah called jogging up to the farmer only to have the farmer gasp and take several steps away from Leah, holding her hands out as a warning to not come any closer. “I’m sorry, I’m didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Leah gasped, maybe Elliott was right.

(Y/n) shook her head, slowly taking a step back towards Leah, presenting her slightly soggy bag and waving her hand in front of her nose, scrunching her face as she did so.

Leah was sure the movement wasn’t an official ASL sign, but it did help get the point across and she giggled.

“What? Do you think you smell?”

Another nod and a look that seemed to say that she didn’t just think so, she knew so. She had been in the mines all morning and fishing at the beach all afternoon. She couldn’t wait to take a shower.

“It’s alright, I won’t judge you,” Leah smiled, “Are you heading home for the night? I’d be happy to walk with you since it’s so dark.”

(Y/n) took a moment to think about it before nodding shyly and motioning Leah closer. Leah happily obliged walking alongside the farmer into the Cindersap Forest. The walk was mostly silent, but that was to be expected nonetheless, Leah was having a great time. They had even found a couple of leeks along the way which (Y/n) had insisted Leah keep. All too soon, they reached the porch of the old farmhouse.

“You’re crops look great,” Leah complimented, looking for an excuse to stay even just a few minutes more, “really healthy. What all have you been growing? Are those potatoes and turnips?”

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder as she unlocked her door. Her eyes focused on where Leah was pointing and nodded affirmingly.

“Yeah, I’m no farmer but I love foraging. I’ve got a few really good books about wild foods and where to find them and when. It’s kind of like a scavenger hunt.” Leah grinned.

“Mhmm.”

It was quiet, a little strained, but the small hum of agreement almost sent Leah into cardiac arrest. She sounded so sweet! Leah’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how widely she was smiling.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then. So, I’ll see you around?”

(Y/n) looked like she wanted to say something, but settled for a simple nod, fiddling with the gardening gloves she had taken off. Leah smiled softly, watching how the farmer intently eyed the fabric twisting in her hands.

“Feel free to drop by the cottage whenever it suits you. I’ll leave the door open!” Leah added, waving over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. (Y/n) beamed, looking a bit more lively as she waved back.

Leah turned her back on the house and walked back to her cottage in the Cindersaps with a skip in her step and a painfully large smile on her face. Although it was already late, she prepared a new block of wood for sculpting. Her new muse had granted her a vision for a grand project and had the potential to be one of her greatest works yet.

***

“Kel, I told you to stop calling me. I’m not coming back to the city, we are through.” Leah frowned, her hand gripped the phone receiver so tightly that she could hear the plastic giving slightly under the pressure.

She was so focused on combating Kel’s useless bargains that she hadn’t noticed the timid farmer show herself in, looking at Leah’s tense shoulders and back with concern. (Y/n) flinched as Leah cut off Kel to speak again, her voice low and stern.

“There is nothing you could say, nothing you could offer me, that would make me come back. Move on, and please, for the last time, do not call me again.” Leah slammed the phone down on its perch. Pressing her palms into her eyes she let out a frustrated groan, slowly positioning her hands to rub at her temples to combat the headache she felt coming on.

Then she heard the door creak.

Leah quickly turned around just in time to see (Y/n) looking back at her with wide eyes and lips pursed thin as if she had been caught witnessing an event she had no business seeing. Which was partially true, but Leah had told her a week beforehand that she could drop by anytime.

“(Y/n), what a pleasant surprise!” Leah grimaced, watching (Y/n) flinch and look down sheepishly at her feet. One had managed to retreat back out the door before being caught and it was slowly joined by the intruding foot, so (Y/n) was fully outside again. Leah shook her head and calmly approached the farmer.

“Please don’t leave, I’m the one who told you to come let yourself in whenever. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.” Leah was worried, watching (Y/n) linger in the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed when (Y/n) cautiously came back inside and closed the door behind her.

(Y/n) stood in the entryway and looked over Leah, her eyes filled heavily with concern. She raised a hand, pointing to Leah before signing the letters ‘o’ and ‘k’.

“I’m okay. I’m just,” Leah fumbled for the right words, “mad, sad? Exhausted.”

(Y/n) made another gesture, shaping her fingers into a ‘hang loose’-esque sign. Her curled fingers meeting her chin. She lowered the hand momentarily to give it a controlled shake before bringing it back up into the starting position.

“What’s wrong?” Leah mumbled, making sure she understood. (Y/n) nodded. “I just got a phone call from someone I didn’t want to talk to is all,” Leah sighed, “They’re an ex of mine. The person who called.” Leah disclosed, rubbing the back of her neck, agitated.

(Y/n) signed again, but Leah didn’t quite catch it that time so she motioned (Y/n) over to her dining nook and sat her down with some paper and a pencil. The farmer seemed a bit unwilling to write it out, feeling like it was more insensitive somehow but with a little prodding from Leah, she gave in.

“Was it a bad break up...” Leah read aloud. She sat back in her chair and carefully chose her words. “Sometimes it feels like we’re still breaking up,” Leah chuckled wryly, “Kel, my ex, didn’t like me perusing art. They didn’t think I could make a living out of it and wanted me to waste away at some office job and well, I didn’t want that. They weren’t respectful or supportive of my dreams, so I left. They call me a lot though, to try to convince me to come back to the city... that I won’t make it as an artist. That I can’t be happy without them. It really is exhausting and the worst part is, I worry that they’re right.” Leah released a shuddering breath, “I haven’t sold a single piece. I don’t really even know how to start. I can sustain myself on what I have in my savings account for only so long.”

(Y/n) covered Leah’s hand with her own, squeezing it. Leah marveled at how soft it was in comparison to her own, especially since it was the hand of a farmer. Perhaps the gloves (Y/n) always wore had more practical uses rather than simply being worn for aesthetic’s sake. Leah chanced a look at (Y/n)’s face and was caught off guard by the determined fire blazing in her eyes. Then Leah’s attention was brought back to the table as (Y/n) furiously scratched the pencil against the paper and forcefully pushed her newly composed message in front of the sculptor, her other hand still rooted over Leah’s.

Leah read over the note and felt her heart ache with appreciative warmth. ‘You were brave enough to know what you wanted and even though it wasn’t easy, you went for it. That in itself is an amazing accomplishment that you should not take lightly. Your dream is not unfounded either, I’ve seen some of your sketches and paintings and I think you are very talented. Once you figure out how to put yourself out there you’ll have people begging you to take their money.’

Leah sniffed and smiled at (Y/n) appreciatively, turning her hand to reciprocate (Y/n)’s strong, yet gentle hold on her. “Thank you, (Y/n). I just wish I knew how to start.”

(Y/n) tapped her chin with the pencil as she thought. When she had an idea, she pulled the paper back to herself and wrote a suggestion.

“An art show? Oh, I don’t know (Y/n). It hardly seems possible.”

(Y/n) shook her head in disagreement and wrote more.

“You really think the town would want to help? Are you sure you want to help? You’ve got enough on your plate already with how busy the farm keeps you. I don’t want to impose.”

(Y/n) looked as if she had something to say, her throat bobbed and her lips twitched, but in the end she settled for the paper again, still too anxious to speak. After Leah had read the reply, she felt (Y/n)’s thumb rub against her knuckles and looked up. (Y/n) nodded, her expression serious. She wanted to help Leah with this.

“Thank you, (Y/n)!” Leah sniffled, holding back tears. She launched herself into (Y/n)’s arms and hugged the surprised farmer close. “Thank you so much!”

(Y/n) slowly returned the hug, smoothing one of her hands over Leah’s back in comforting motions. It was a bit of an awkward position with (Y/n) still sitting at the table and Leah hovering over her, but it felt nice.

“Sorry,” Leah chuckled after a moment, leaning back and wiping a stray tear from her eye, “I kind of caught you off guard with that didn’t I?”

(Y/n) shrugged and smiled good naturedly. A look came over her face as if she just remembered something and she stood up to grab her bag from the cottage entryway. She grinned when she found what she was looking for and made her way back to Leah, holding out a brown paper package to her.

“For me?” Leah asked. (Y/n) nodded and gestured for her to take it. Leah carefully unwrapped it and gasped. “(Y/n), is this goat cheese? I love this, how did you know?”

(Y/n) raised her hand, signing the letters ‘E’ ‘L’ ‘L’ ‘I’ ‘O’ ‘T’ ‘T’.

“Elliott hm?” Leah laughed, “I’m glad you two are getting along after the horseradish debacle.”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and stuck her nose up. She wasn’t looking back on the memory fondly.

“Hey, I’m with you on this one. He was being an ass. How could you have known he hated horseradish.”

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, one of her hands reaching out as if to say, ‘exactly’. She then noticed the time on Leah’s clock and signed that she had to go.

“I see.” Leah smiled sadly, trying not to let her disappointment shine through. “Good bye then, and (Y/n),” Leah signed ‘thank you’, very mindful of the position of her hands this time around, “seriously thank you for everything.”

(Y/n) beamed, giving Leah a thumbs up before heading out the door.

***

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Leah kept mumbling to herself while watching her fellow Pelican Townies set up her creations in the town square. There were already some tourists looking around and Leah felt her nerves fraying.

“Hang in there, kid. Everything looks great. Don’t worry so much.” Robin snuck up on Leah, making her jump. “It’s a beautiful summer day, don’t forget to enjoy it.”

“I’m trying, Robin. It’s just so much.” Leah said, nervously playing with her sleeve. Robin noticed Elliott walking up and motioned him to help deal with the artist while she went to help Demetrius move a heavy wooden sculpture.

“Come on now, Leah. Too late to back out now.” Elliott grinned, thumping her back. “(Y/n) seems especially excited by how things are progressing.”

Leah chanced a glance at (Y/n) and Maru putting up paintings between signing each other excitedly. The scene warmed her heart and her shoulders relaxed a bit.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll try.”

“Great, now let’s go woo some tourists.” Elliott said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What? Elliott, no!” Leah shook her head.

“Not like that,” Elliott laughed, “I know your heart belongs to someone else. I just meant,” he looks around before whispering in Leah’s ear, “woo them out of their money.”

Leah laughed and pushed Elliott away. “Alright, you focus on the wooing and I’ll focus on explaining my thought processes.”

“That doesn’t sound as fun, but okay, this is your day.”

As Elliot and Leah made their way across the square, an unwelcome guest watched them from afar. Their blood boiled as they saw Leah pause at the makeshift painting gallery to give the farmer’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

***

“I can’t believe we sold so many!” Leah spoke in ecstatic disbelief as she waved at the last car she and (Y/n) had just loaded a heavy wooden sculpture into before it drove away. “This is crazy!”

(Y/n) wore a smile that matched Leah’s, happy to watch the sculptor bouncing in place. When Leah finally stilled, still giddy, she took both of (Y/n)’s hands in hers. Once again free of the gloves, the hands were pleasantly soft against her own and she relished in the feeling.

“(Y/n) I know it’s kind of late, but I have something I want to give to you. I left it at my house so I’m going to go get it. I’ll meet you at the farm, is that alright?”

(Y/n) stared at Leah, her curiosity piqued. She nodded, easily giving Leah the answer she was hoping for.

“Great! I’ll be there soon!” With one last squeeze of the farmer’s hands, she was off. (Y/n) heard the crack of a twig, but when she turned to investigate, nothing stood out so she made her way back to her farm to wait for Leah.

When Leah came up to the porch, (Y/n) had to do a double take at the big wooden statue she was lugging along. With one last huff of air, Leah placed the statue at the base of the steps and grinned up at (Y/n), wiping a bit of sweat from her brow.

“Thanks for waiting. It was a little more ah, heavy, than I expected.” Leah laughed sheepishly. “Come take a look.”

(Y/n) stepped off the porch and circled the piece, taking in every detail. Leah felt nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach while she watched the farmer scrutinize the work and cleared her throat.

“I started working on it in the spring. I also incorporated some of that driftwood you gave me a few weeks ago. Anyway, I made it with you in mind. It’s called, ‘How I Feel about (Y/n)’ and I’d be honored if you would accept it as a gift for everything you’ve done for me.” Leah stared at her feet as she spoke, too embarrassed to keep her eyes on (Y/n) while she spoke. Then a pair of boots joined, hands came up to clasp her own, pulling the conjoined grasp into her line of vision and coaxing her to look up into (Y/n)’s eyes.

“It’s wonderful.”

At that moment, Leah thought her heart must have been beating so hard that it was affecting her hearing.

“Hh... huh?” Leah asked, rather dumbly.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly, took a deep breath, and whispered, “It’s wonderful, Leah. Thank you.”

Leah looked absolutely awestruck, purple irises shone with excitement and she laughed, pulling (Y/n) into a tight embrace.

“I’m glad you like it.” Leah sniffled, resting her face in (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Leah?” (Y/n) wrapped her arms around the artist, it was only one word, her name, but Leah heard the concern in the farmer’s tone.

“I’m okay. I’m just happy,” Leah sniffled again, “I’m happy you felt comfortable enough with me to speak to me.”

“Me too.” (Y/n) whispered, holding Leah tighter.

The pair found it difficult when they had to part ways for the night, but they were equally excited over how their relationship was developing, looking forward to spending more time together over the summer.

***

“Come on, just a little further...” Leah coached herself. She was reaching for a piece of fruit hanging from a branch just out of her reach.

She had planned a picnic with (Y/n) for this afternoon. She had already set up under the big old tree near the pond and as she waited for (Y/n) to finish up with her crops and animals for the morning, when she spotted the unusual fruit. Now she was jumping and stretching for the fruit just out of reach.

“Almost— Ah!” Leah struggled to balance herself in the air, swiveling her head to peak over her shoulder, she saw (Y/n) looking up at her with a mischievous grin. Leah rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the side of her lips. She turned back to the task at hand and grabbed the fruit, motioning (Y/n) to put her back down.

“Show off.” Leah scoffed, lightly punching (Y/n)’s shoulder. “You wanna try a bite?”

“Yes, please.” (Y/n)’s cheeks heated when Leah pressed the fruit to her lips. She took a bite of the offering, savoring the taste. “It’s so sweet.” She said, amazed.

“Right?” Leah smiled, “It’s rare to get fruit from this tree. Usually all the animals snap it all up as soon as they’re ripe, but it seems they miss some from time to time. How is everything with the farm this morning?”

“All is well,” (Y/n) nodded as the pair made themselves comfortable on the blanket Leah had set up, “I would have been here sooner but the goats kept standing in front of my cheese and mayo machines, the chicken coup too. Made it a little difficult.” (Y/n) disclosed. “Which reminds me,” she rummaged through her bag, “goat cheese salads.”

“Mmm, this looks heavenly. Thank you for making these.” Leah said, eagerly stirring in some vinaigrette into the generous fresh salad.

“No problem. Selling my harvest is nice, but it feels so much more rewarding enjoying it like this.” (Y/n) informed, mixing her own salad.

“I can imagine,” Leah hummed and leaned her back fully against the trunk of the tree, “Ah, it’s such a lovely day for this.”

“Mhmm.”

They ate the rest of their meal in peaceful silence, listening to the birds sing and the fish leap, the breeze rustling the trees and grass around them. It was tranquil, it was perfect.

“Hey, Leah,” (Y/n) spoke, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” Leah asked, turning her gaze away from the sketch pad she had brought out.

“It’s almost Fall you know, we’ve known each other for nearly two whole seasons. Half a year, it’s crazy, right?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, doesn’t it?” Leah giggled, “What made you think of that?”

“Well, I wanted to ask you something. Don’t feel like you have to answer one way or the other, but...” (Y/n) paused, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay (Y/n). You can tell me anything. Sign it out if you want to.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just nervous,” (Y/n) turned to her bag and pulled out a lovely bouquet of flowers, “Leah, would you maybe consider being my girlfriend?“

“Yes!” Leah enveloped (Y/n) in a tackle like hug that sent them both to fully meet the ground, accidentally crushing the flowers between their bodies, “Oops, sorry,” Leah wiggled the flowers out from under her to look at them more closely, “these are lovely, (Y/n). I didn’t know Pierre had these in yet.”

“He didn’t, I planted them.” (Y/n) clarified, smiling up at Leah who still hovered over her, giggling.

“Of course you did, you’re so sweet.”

“I try.”

“Are you kidding me!”

Leah and (Y/n) quickly turned to face the disturbance, scrambling to sit up from their compromising position. Leah felt her stomach twist with discomfort seeing Kel of all people marching up to them, absolutely fuming.

“Seriously, what the hell, Leah?” Kel yelled, their hands clenched into tight fists as they closed in, making yard after yard disappear between them.

“No, more like what the hell, Kel? I broke up with you seasons ago. What are you even doing in Pelican Town?” Leah retorted angrily, as (Y/n) helped her to her feet. Kel watched the motion and ground their teeth.

They were already dangerously close to crossing the threshold of the blanket and that small display was enough to send them stomping over the edge.

“I came for you, obviously! I’ve been slumming it in that dusty old saloon since your art show, waiting to talk to you! Now I find you sucking face with some country bumpkin nobody!” They seethed, stepping even closer into Leah’s personal space until (Y/n) pulled Leah back behind her, making Kel even more incensed. “You stay out of this. I’m talking to Leah!”

(Y/n) held strong, stuck between the harsh obscenities attacking her from the front and the loving affirmations defending her from behind. She held her arm out, willing Kel to stay back as she slowly started to guide Leah back in the direction of town for help. Kel ignored the warning and followed after them.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? You think you’re being some kind of hero right now?” Kel seethed.

(Y/n) stayed silent, she had gone mute again and who would blame her in the face of such a tense situation? She was so very uncomfortable, scared even, but she continued on passed Marnie’s since she knew the woman wasn’t home at this time and she sure wasn’t going to expose Jas to this. Jodi’s house was their next best bet.

“Hey, you obviously want to start something here. You’ve got something to say to me?” Kel continued forward.

“Kel, leave us alone!” Leah commanded, “It’s over, it’s been over, go home!”

“You think you’re too good to talk to me?” Kel yelled, ignoring Leah. “She’s just a whore. She just latched onto the first warm body she could find after her little meltdown. You’re not special.”

(Y/n) froze stiffly in place, Leah felt the muscles on her shoulders tense so she tried to pull on her arm to keep her moving.

“Ignore them, (Y/n). Let’s focus on getting to town, okay?” Leah pleaded. But (Y/n) gently pushed off Leah’s hands and took a step towards Kel with a cold glare. Leah stepped to stand beside (Y/n)’s side, nervous that a more serious confrontation was about to unfold.

“Well?” Kel spat.

(Y/n) crossed her arms, turning her head to look at Leah. The look on her face was all the communication Leah needed to understand. It was definitely a, ‘they better back off or I’m going to knock them off their block’ face. Leah had never known (Y/n) to be particularly violent, but with all the time she spent in the mines, she had no doubt that she could take care of herself.

Leah gasped when Kel suddenly roared, lunging forward. Apparently they had not liked how (Y/n) and Leah had been paying attention to each other rather than themself. Kel had rocketed forward and aimed to punch (Y/n) hard over her cheek, however, at the last moment, Leah pushed her aside and took the blow for her.

(Y/n) inhaled sharply and caught Leah as she stumbled back, noticing how blood immediately began gushing from Leah’s now broken nose.

“Ow- AH!” Leah cried, her hands muffled her voice since she had covered her nose and mouth.

It only took a second for (Y/n) to return the favor to Kel’s stunned face. She punched them fast and hard over their cheek, but Kel was quick to fight back and now it was a full out brawl.

“What’s going on, we heard yelling— holy shit!”

Leah turned away from the fight to see Sam, Seb, and Abigail running up on the scene.

“(Y/n)’s throwing hands!” Abigail yelled, sounding way more excited than worried.

“Leah are you okay? What’s going on?” Sebastian asked, noting the concerning amount of blood running down Leah’s arms and the front of her shirt.

“Don’t worry about me, stop them!” Leah winced, taking one hand away from her face to motion to her ex and her new girlfriend still going at each other.

“Damn, Abi! Go get your dad and Harvey too by the looks of it!” Sam yelled, he seemed to be looking for an opening to push the fighters apart.

“Are you kidding? You get my dad, I’m getting in on this!” Abigail cheered and ran up to jump on Kel’s back like she was at a rodeo while (Y/n) landed a good hit on Kel’s stomach. “Nice punch, (Y/n)!”

“Oh Yoba, Sam, start running.” Seb suggested, trying to help Leah with her nose. He was no Maru, but even he knew how to set a broken nose. Especially within the first couple weeks of Sam taking up skateboarding.

“Right!” Sam ran off back into town screaming. A few tense minutes later and Pierre, Caroline, Robin, Elliott, Maru and Harvey came running behind Sam to break up the fight.

“Abigail, stop!” Pierre huffed, pulling off his daughter and passing her off to his wife, “I taught you what I did to defend yourself, not to lash out like a wild animal!” He grunted, pulling Kel into his grasp and trapping their arms behind their back with Elliott coming up to assist.

“Come on dad, I was helping a friend! What’s the big deal?” Abi groaned, while her mom fretted over her, looking for injuries.

“Easy there kid, it’s over.” Robin coaxed (Y/n), pulling her back. The farmer slumped over in the carpenter’s hold, breathing heavily.

“Is (Y/n) okay? Ah!” Leah hissed as Harvey touched up her nose, giving her a nasal spray before wedging a couple wads of tissue up her nostrils.

“Sorry, Leah.” Harvey sympathized, “Maru is going to check up on her now.”

“What about me?” Kel hissed. Pierre had them resting on their knees. They looked really roughed up. A black eye was already forming and scratches and bruises littered their skin, they were also holding their stomach rather tightly.

“You’ll just have to wait a minute.” Elliott frowned, staring down at the stranger with contempt.

“Don’t you have any police officers in this backwater town? I’ll sue every one of you for withholding care to someone who is obviously hurt!” Kel threatened, grinding their teeth.

“Oh, the police are coming alright!” Caroline spoke indignantly. “You are in no position to be asking for anything right now, bringing violence to our community, you should be ashamed!”

“(Y/n) can you look up for me, please.” Maru asked, carefully tilting (Y/n)’s chin up. (Y/n) sucked in a breath when Maru touched her bruised jaw a tad to hard. “Sorry, Your jaw is bruised pretty badly. Your bottom lip split too. How is your vision?”

(Y/n) shook her head and winced, cradling her head in her hands.

“Okay, possible concussion. We’ll need to observe her at the clinic.” Maru said.

“Alright, come on bruiser,” Robin grunted, heaving (Y/n) to her feet, “Sebbie, help me walk her into town please.”

“Sure mom.” Seb took (Y/n)’s other side.

(Y/n) patted Robin’s arm, motioning her to wait. She slowly turned to Kel and leaned more heavily against Seb as she freed her other arm from Robin to snap her fingers aggressively, looking for Kel’s attention. Once Kel looked up at her, sneering from their spot in the dirt, (Y/n) turned briefly to make sure Leah was watching. When she saw that she was, she smiled as if to say, ‘watch this,’ and turned back to Kel. (Y/n) brought her flat, angled hand below her chin and sent it forward in the direction of Kel’s confused, but no less, pissed face.

“Oh ho! (Y/n) is such a badass!” Abigail laughed.

“Abi, since when do you know sign language?” Sam asked, clearly confused.

“I don’t, but I’ve spent enough time searching curses in different languages to know that was totally a ‘fuck you’. Personally I think a middle finger approach would have been an appropriate classic myself but whatever.” Abigail shrugged.

“Abigail, language!” Caroline scolded.

“Sorry mom.”

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Clinic, now.” Robin tried to hold in a laugh as she repositioned (Y/n)’s arm over her shoulder. Then she and Seb began walking (Y/n) back into town.

Leah made to follow, but as they were leaving, the police from the the next town over had arrived and they needed her statements as a witness. Never mind that she was covered in her own blood and her girlfriend was being dragged away to the clinic with a concussion. Once the officers were satisfied, they took Kel away with promises to be back for (Y/n)’s statement and to see if any charges would be made. For now they were just going to take Kel back to a hospital in Zuzu City since they may have broken a rib or two in the fight. After that, they were going to be free to go.

Leah wasn’t too worried. She didn’t think Kel would come back after the beating (Y/n) and Abigail gave them. She watched the police car drive out of Cindersaps, taking her disgruntled ex away.

“Leah, I’m sure you want to get to the clinic but you should really clean up first.” Caroline had said patting the younger woman’s back. “(Y/n) will be fine.”

“Yeah, Harvey and Maru got her. Take some time to process.” Elliott smiled.

Leah could only nod tiredly. She trudged over to her cottage to shower and change. She still couldn’t believe how quickly things got out of hand. She looked at her bandaged nose in the mirror, hissing when she gingerly touched the bridge of it. She was wary of Seb setting it himself, but Harvey said he had gone a great job. Once she was physically put back together, Leah quickly made her way to the clinic.

“Where is she?” She asked immediately upon arriving. She sounded a little congested thanks to her clogged nose, but she was easily understood. Robin was still in the waiting room and filled her in.

“Harvey and Maru are talking her through concussion care. She’s okay, but I don’t think she’ll be allowed to work for awhile.”

“Oh no,” Leah sat down, resting her elbows on her knees and covered her eyes with her hands, “This is all my fault.”

“Aw, don’t say that sweetheart. You know that’s not true.” Robin frowned, taking a seat beside her, “(Y/n) would hate to hear you think like that.”

“(Y/n) loves her farm! If she can’t maintain the upkeep...” Leah continued, teary eyed, only to be silenced by Robin.

“I’m going to stop you right there. Nothing is going to happen to the farm. Abi, Sam, and even Seb already told (Y/n) in no uncertain terms that they were going to pitch in while she recovers. Everything is going to be taken care of.” Robin assured.

“Still none of this would have happened if-“

“If you hadn’t broken up with your ex? Moved to Pelican Town? Got a crush? Leah, you can’t punish yourself for moving on with your life. You’re allowed to be happy.” Robin chided gently. “It was hard for me and Sebastian’s father to see eye to eye at the best of times. Now I have Demetrius and although he can be a bit annoying sometimes with his tomato bullshit, not a day goes by that I’m not grateful I took that first step because I love him.” Robin smiled.

Leah’s nose hurt like hell as she tried to carefully wipe the tears from her eyes and Robin rubbed her back affectionately. Once Leah had calmed down, Robin stood and stretched.

“She’s been wondering where you are. The doc is keeping her for overnight observation, but your welcome to stay with her. I on the other hand, am apparently too old for this much excitement and need to go home.”

“Thank you Robin, for talking to me.”

“Anytime,” Robin grinned, “now go get her.”

Leah made her way into the back area of the clinic and nearly ran up to Harvey, Maru, and (Y/n). (Y/n) was signing to Maru while she relayed the information to Harvey as he examined (Y/n)’s well being.

(Y/n) was relieved to see Leah and eagerly motioned her to come sit on the edge of the bed she was sitting in which Leah did happily.

“Leah, how’s the nose?” Harvey asked while he finished up (Y/n)’s chart.

“It’s fine. Just, really sore and tingly.”

“So not fine.” Maru chuckled. “I’ll get you some pain meds.”

“Ah, thanks Maru.” Leah smiled sheepishly.

“Well, Ms. (Y/n),” Harvey sighed, turning his attention back to the farmer, “you and I are in for a long night. I’ll be waking you up every hour to check your pupils to see if your condition changes at all.” Harvey stood and stretched, “Ms. Leah, feel welcome to stay as long as you like. It can’t hurt to keep an extra pair of eyes on her.”

“I could stay overtime, Harvey.” Maru said as she came back with two pills and a glass of water for Leah.

“I seem to recall you talking about a time sensitive experiment this morning.” Harvey recalled, making Maru smack the side of her head. “You’re right! I got to go now! Good night everyone!” Maru called behind her as she rushed out to the waiting room then out of the building.

“I’m going to take the first of my many naps lined up for tonight. I’ll see you ladies in about an hour. Try to get some rest.” Harvey said before leaving to walk up the stairs to his apartment.

Finally Leah and (Y/n) were alone again. (Y/n) sunk down into the covers and sighed deeply. She turned to face Leah, concerning the sculptor by how small she looked.

“You’re not too upset with me, are you?” (Y/n) asked, surprising Leah.

“I’m not upset with you. Why would I be upset with you?”

“I just beat the crap out a person. Sure they are your ex, but you cared about them at some point so it must have been hard to watch. I can’t imagine what you must think of me now.” (Y/n) whispered, she was so quiet Leah had to lean closer and even then she was straining to hear.

“(Y/n), I like you. Nothing that happened today changed how much I like you. It certainly didn’t make me like you any less,” Leah rested her hand over (Y/n)’s cheek, “Kel made their choice when they decided to come to Pelican Town and confront us. I wish it hadn’t gone down the way it did, but that’s not our fault. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay too. I was worried.”

“I wish we could start this day all over,” Leah moaned, “First day as official girlfriends and we get into a fist fight.”

(Y/n) laughed lightly, closing her eyes to combat the pain that came from her jostling. “Abigail thought it was a pretty great date activity.”

“She would think that.” Leah rolled her eyes, “she also eats rocks.”

“Well, think about it this way. Until I’m allowed to take up all my farming duties again, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Whatever I want, hmm?” Leah tapped her lips with her index finger, “would it be to forward if me to ask for a kiss?”

“You may, just be careful with my split lip. I won’t be able to explain what happened to Harvey if you make it worse.” (Y/n) said.

“One gentle kiss, coming right up.” Leah wiggled on the bed’s stiff hospital sheets until she laid face to face with (Y/n). Their lips met in a soft brushing that was almost ghost like, but rather than leaving them with a chill, warmth bloomed between them.

“Wow.” (Y/n) grinned.

“If you thought that was good, wait until I can get more involved with it.”

“So confident. I like it.” (Y/n) squinted, “could you turn the light off? It’s really starting to hurt my eyes.”

“Of course.” Leah got up and switched off the half the lights to keep their side of the room in darkness but allow Harvey to still be able to see when he came back.

“Now come cuddle, please.” (Y/n) asked sleepily reaching her arms out.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

Leah kicked off her boots and shimmied under the sheets to join (Y/n) and wrapped her arms around her. Leah let the exhaustion of the day roll over her and she had nearly let sleep claim her before her eyes shot open and she propped herself up on her elbow to lean over (Y/n).

“Did I really sign a ‘fuck you’ when we first met?!” She asked, appalled.

(Y/n)’s response was to laugh sleepily into Leah’s chest.

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boxesandrings · 3 years

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I it’s me again I love your stuff. A idea I had inspired a fanart Shane reacting to F!farmer telling him she’s pregnant

( I’m just curious where that would go )

(Hi I promise this is much happier than what the description sounds like!! I think considering Shane’s mental health history life changing news like this isn’t something he’d brush past with no second thought, having a kid is kinda scary to everyone! Promise it’s mostly fluff but wanted to tag anything that could be triggering for others xoxo)

Title: A Father!

Rating: T (mostly for language, but Shane's earlier heart events are mentioned briefly)

Summary: The Farmer shares some exciting news with Shane! He's immediately over the moon, but quickly becomes overwhelmed.

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Shane's early heart-events, a panic attack(?)

Characters: Shane, F!Farmer, Marnie, Evelyn, Pierre (pretty much all are mentioned)

Words: 3816

Shane took off his boots before entering the cabin, grimacing as he bent to do so. Marnie had needed help repairing some things at the ranch today, and he had spent most of it in a crouch. His thighs were punishing him for it now, sore with every step. Maybe he’d take a bath tonight, let his muscles soak in the warm water and try to relax a bit. Maybe his wife would take one with him.

He waddled into the house, his legs tight and called out. “I’m home! You in?”

The Farmer was often out late, working in the fields or with the animals, or sometimes off mining or fishing at the lake by Robin’s. It had been lonely at first, an empty house was something he’d never experienced, but he had found ways to preoccupy himself. After a month, he and his then girlfriend had a chat, the Farmer promising to be home by 7 every night, or calling and letting him know if something had unexpectedly come up otherwise holding her late.

“In the kitchen!” Shane smiled, making his way toward the room. It was barely 5, a sign for a good night. The sound of music grew louder and the smell of bacon wafted toward him. In the kitchen, he found his wife flipping pancakes but minding another pan on the back burner. She turned when she heard him get closer, waving her spatula before focusing back on the food. Shane walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I thought it was my night to cook?” The pair switched who cooked every night, and Shane was certain it was his night. Or had he missed yesterday?

“Hello to you too.” The Farmer twisted her head around the best she could and puckered her lips, which Shane quickly kissed. “It was, but I just wanted to cook tonight. Go sit! I just finished up.” Shane squeezed his wife once more, but made his way over to the table. He groaned as he lowered himself into the chair.

The Farmer tilted her head as she carried a stack of pancakes for the table, watching as Shane rubbed his legs.

“Long day?” Shane nodded.

“Marnie called this morning and said that some pipes in the barn needed repairing, but neglected to mention that it was literally almost every single pipe in the barns, all the ones that carry water to the dispensers.” The Farmer set down the plate of bacon on the table, then slid into Shane’s lap, her arms around his neck.

“Oh, that’s rough.” Shane nodded, tilting his head forward into hers.

“They’re all so low to the ground, I essentially was in a squat all day. My thighs are killing me.” The Farmer nodded, her head moving his. She kissed his temple and stood up.

“I think I have some of that muscle cream lotion stuff that helps with the soreness. I’ll find it after dinner.” She made her way to her own chair, sitting down. “Not all bad though, squats are pretty good for the booty.” She smiled as she picked up a piece of bacon and winked.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Shane shook his head, but smiled as he used his fork to slide a pancake onto his own plate. Yoba, was he hungry. “How was your day?”

The Farmer bit her lip, smiling. “Oh, you know. Same old.” Shane looked up, cautiously eyeing his wife. She was biting her lip, trying to hide an obvious smile and kept looking up at Shane as she made her plate. Shane squinted.

“I feel like you really want me to ask what else happened.” His wife nodded, slightly shimmying in her chair.

“I heard some real good gossip.” Shane couldn’t help but laugh after she said it. His wife looked so pleased with herself, like she could barely handle keeping her excitement inside. She grinned incredibly wide, biting her tongue. Shane picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Oh, what is it?” He raised his eyebrows a few times, making his wife laugh. After she had calmed herself for a second, she leaned forward, as if the knowledge itself were moving her.

“Someone we know is pregnant.” Shane dropped his fork and coughed. Now that was some good gossip. In a town as small as Pelican Town, secrets among residents were incredibly hard to keep, and something as big as that would have spread easily within a day to the entire population. How had he not heard yet?

“Who?” The Farmer leaned back in her chair, biting her thumbnail.

“Guess.” Shane ran his teeth over his tongue as he mentally went through each of the town’s residents.

“Jodie and Kent? I feel like they could have another, the gap would be the same from Sam to Vincent to this one.” The Farmer watched Shane, her face giving away nothing. Finally, she shook her head, the same shit-eating grin on her face. Shane thought hard.

“It can’t be Demetrius and Robin, he practically yelled from the mountain top when he had his vasectomy. I don’t think Pierre and Caroline even like each other anymore…” He watched his wife’s face.

“Keep guessing.” Shane threw his hands up, but continued to smile.

“You’re gonna make me keep guessing?”

“Come on! You’re getting closer.” Shane sighed.

“Let's see… Maru and Penny are together, so I don’t think they could… Sam is, and no offence to the guy, but the biggest virgin I’ve ever met…Harvey… no.” He looked down at the table, scratching his chin. “Sebastian and Abby could be… Alex and Haley, but I’m not sure if they’re broken up right now.”

He looked up toward his wife, but her face gave away no hints. “I mean, Elliot sleeps with practically every tourist, so statistically speaking…” Shane shook his head, his eyes wide, and his wife snorted. “I don’t know? Emily isn’t with anyone, Leah isn’t, but I might not know.”

Eyes wide, he looked back up at his wife. “It couldn’t physically… Marnie couldn’t…” The Farmer’s face finally broke, a similar look of horror on her own face.

“Oh Yoba no, don’t even—” She made a face, shaking her head. “She’s too old, and not to be mean but I think if your aunt was having a baby with Mayor Lewis?” She shook her head again, faster. “You’d find me in here retching.”

Shane leaned back in his chair and dragged his hand over the bottom half of his face, thinking. The devilish smile slowly creeped it’s way back onto his wife’s face as she watched him. Finally, he sighed.

“Who is it?” The Farmer suddenly stood up and ran to one of the cabinets, pulling out a sandwich bag. She sat back in her seat, and slid the bag across the table to Shane. He picked up the bag and realized there were three white, long sticks in the bag, each one with two pink lines on one end. He dropped the bag.

“Oh, gross, where were these?” He looked up at his wife, expecting the same grin, but was confused to see that it had fallen, a look almost like annoyance on her face.

“Good god, Shane, did you— do you think I’m going around picking up random pregnancy tests?” He paused, his mouth dropping.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She didn’t find them, she took them. That’s why he hadn’t heard the gossip already, she was the only one that knew.

He jumped to his feet, forgetting the soreness in his legs. His hands covered his mouth, open in shock as he looked at his wife. She nodded at him, the smile returned to her face, hints of tears glistening in her eyes. He turned from the pregnancy tests on the table, pointing at them, to covering his mouth again and looking back at his wife.

She continued to nod, crying definitively now but still smiling. The pair had been married for almost two years, and while they hadn’t made a point of deciding to actively try for a baby, they certainly had been playing it fast and loose. Four months into the marriage they decided that what would happen would happen and stopped using any birth control, the Farmer throwing out any pills she had left. Lately, the couple had stopped even pretending they worried about the possibility of getting pregnant, and Shane had felt that a ‘we should start actively trying’ conversation was weeks away, rather than months or years.

Finally, Shane spoke. “Are… you’re…” The Farmer nodded, sniffling and smiling.

“Yeah, yeah!” Her voice was breathy, joyfully crying through the words.” Shane covered his mouth again and felt his own tears beginning to pop up in the corner of his eyes.

“I— I need you to say it.” The Farmer laughed.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane ran at his wife, scooping her up in his arms, pressing his lips firmly onto hers. She laughed as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped tightly around them as they stood in the kitchen, her tears against his face, or maybe they were his own?

They stood, holding each other, smiling and laughing and kissing, until Shane quite literally swept his wife off her feet, fireman carrying her into the bedroom while she laughed in his arms. He set her down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, practically attaching himself to her as he kissed her face as she pretended to struggle beneath him, giggling the whole time.

He laid on his stomach next to her, his face turned towards her on the pillow. She watched him back, still laying flat on the bed.

“You’re pregnant.” The Farmer smiled and nodded.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane smiled, scanning his wife’s face.

“We’re having a baby.” She scooched her face closer, kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re having a baby.” The two gazed at each other, minds racing with nothing and everything at once. Shane lifted himself up and moved closer to his wife, his face only inches away from hers, sliding one arm under her head and placing the other hand on her stomach. Shane bit his lip.

“When do we want to tell my family?” The Farmer sighed and looked up toward the ceiling.

“I don’t know. I want to tell them, but so much can happen in the first few months…” She trailed off, running her tongue over her top teeth. “Maybe in a month or two? Once the pregnancy is past that first little hurdle.” Shane kissed her cheek.

“I get it. Marnie tells Lewis, Lewis tells everyone.” He sighed now. “I mean, you’re only 30, I don’t think you’re high risk or anything.” His wife shook her head and smiled at him.

“No, it’ll be perfect.” She slid a hand over the one he had on top of her stomach. “I know it. Just in the small chance, I don’t want everyone knowing.” She looked back toward the ceiling. “Also, I don’t want all the attention right away. It’s such a small, small town. Something like this will rock the pelican town people to their cores.” She laughed, Shane joining in beside her. “But I promise, when we do tell people, Marnie will be the first to know.” Shane nodded.

“We’ll let her tell everyone else. Makes it easy.” The Farmer snorted.

“Yeah.” She drew circles on his hand with her thumb. “I mean, I guess we have to tell Harvey, for obvious reasons, but I don’t think he can legally tell others.” Shane laughed again, and pulled his hand out from under his wife’s, moving it up from her stomach to her chin. He pulled her face toward his, kissing her softly.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, his nose touching hers. The Farmer smiled, and kissed him again.

“We’re having a baby.”

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Shane couldn’t sleep, far too excited by the day’s news. No matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or tried to count deep breaths, Shane was restless. His wife had fallen asleep over an hour ago and was curled into a little ball by his side, her head on top of one of his arms.

They were having a baby. Yes, it had been something he and his wife had talked about for a while, one day wanting children, but now it was actually happening. He turned his head to look at the Farmer, drooling on his arm, and smiled. They weren’t kids anymore, Shane well into his thirties, and his wife just into them, but it still felt so strange and new and exciting for them to be parents now.

Shane bolted upright, his stomach immediately twisting. The Farmer groaned on the bed next to him, violently awoken by the sudden removal of his arm. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and propped herself up, squinting in the dark.

“Did I sleep through the alarm again?” She yawned. Shane hopped out of the bed, bee-lining to the bathroom. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Shane slammed the door behind him, ignoring his wife’s further questions. He barely had made it to the toilet when he felt it deep within him, the nausea making its way out into the bowl. He didn’t hear his wife come into the room, only felt her hand on his back as he continued to retch. Finally, he laid his head against the bowl, breathing heavily.

“Shane?” He could hear his wife behind him start to speak but pause, unsure of what to say or ask, her mouth just kind of opening and shutting. She laid her head against his back and sighed. “Do you want some water?”

“I’m going to be a dad.” The Farmer chuckled behind him.

“Yeah. I think we covered that a bit earlier.” She lifted her head and resumed rubbing his back. “I’m excited too.” Shane sighed.

“I’m gonna fuck this kid up.” His voice cracked, and he watched as a tear fell from his face. The Farmer paused.

“What?” Shane pulled his arms up onto the bowl, wrapping them around his head.

“I’m a massive fuck-up, and I’m going to fuck up this baby too.” His shoulders shook, an attempt to hold back his tears. “I could barely take care of myself, how am I—” Shane’s voice broke. The Farmer let out a tense breath behind him, and began to rub his back again.

“Shane, no! Don’t say that.” He lifted his head up, and turned to look at his wife.

“I am. I mean, I was worthless. All I did was drink, I hated myself, and for fucks sake, I tried—” Shane paused as he noticed his wife’s lower lip start to tremble and sighed. “I could barely hold myself together until you got here, what, five years ago?” He bit his lip, the tears coming out faster now. “I’m doing good now, but what happens if it all falls apart again?” His voice cracked again, and Shane didn’t bother to hold back a sob.

The Farmer tried her best to pull Shane into her, them both sitting on the floor, but Shane just sat there numb. He wanted to have this life with his wife, a family together, but how could he be a dad? Why did she even want him?

“Shane, please.” He looked over to the Farmer, who was crying, her arms around him. He’d made her cry, husband of the year material! “I think you’re just… you did this when the dog died, too. It’s a lot of information coming in at once, big information. But it’s okay!” Her hands slid down his shoulder, taking his hands in her own. “We’re doing this together.”

Shane let out an indignant snort. “I can’t even handle the announcement, what happens when the baby comes?” His head was spinning. She deserved better. He loved her.

“Shane! You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re in it together, we have each other.” She squeezed his hands, scooting closer to him. “You’re going to be great, okay? You’re not a fuck-up. We all have rough patches, you just didn’t have the support system you needed. Please.” She kissed his temple, but Shane stared straight ahead, toward the wall. He wished he could shrink into a tiny ball.

“I can’t… I can’t mess this up too.” The Farmer pulled his head down to her shoulder, her hands carefully working their way through his hair.

“You’re not going to mess this up, babe. I think you’re just panicking.” She held him close, continuing to quietly stroke his head. “I’m nervous too, but I know I have you.” He loved her, but when she shifted away beneath him, the panic filled his chest again. “I’m going to go grab your anxiety meds. I don’t think you took them at dinner, they might help.” She fully slid out away from him, Shane’s heart beginning to race. The Farmer stood up and stretched out her back. “Now that I think of it, I don’t think either of us even ate.”

Shane felt sick to his stomach, and barely made his way back to the toilet bowl before throwing up again. The Farmer crouched next to him, her hand on his back. Shane could practically feel the concerned look burning into the back of his head.

“Even if I don’t mess up, I’m just passing a damn cocktail of mental illness along.” He sat back on the floor, and used his hand to try and rub away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. The Farmer above him sighed and sat back down, and wrapped an arm back around his shoulder.

“Babe, don’t—” Shane choked and leaned forward, wrapping his arms over his head.

“It doesn’t even stand a chance, I’ve just fucked it up from the beginning!” He could feel himself hyperventilating, what did his therapist tell him to do? “It’s gonna hate me, I’ve already ruined everything—”

“Shane!” The Farmer’s face in front of his snapped him out of the almost trance he was in, the distraction what his body needed to get in at least one deep breath. She had tears on her cheeks, but her voice gave away no sadness. “Stop it! Calm down!”

Shane leaned forward into her, practically up on his knees now to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight as he cried. She rocked her body, quietly shooshing as she held him, pressing kisses into the top of his head as she did.

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” she said after Shane’s breathing became more regular. “I mean, we’re going to make mistakes. Both of us! A lot. But we’re going to be new parents, it happens.” He nodded, squeezing his eyes tight. “You’re not going to spiral— I mean, now, yes— but it’s not going to get bad like it was ever again, okay? You have me, your therapist, Marnie, we’re all here for you.”

“I love you.” His words were muffled, his face still pressed into her chest. He felt a rumble, a small chuckle above him.

“I love you too. Also, you’re not the only one afraid of passing on bad shit. I mean, my mom is medicated for depression, and I have ADHD.” Shane raised his head, his face even with hers.

“Yeah, I guess.” The Farmer smiled, and reached on her hands up to cup Shane’s face, wiping away a tear with her thumb.

“Yeah, dummy.” Shane smiled and kissed his wife, before pulling back and biting his lip.

“I’m— I’m so excited, I really am.” His eyes met hers briefly, before he looked away again. “I want this with you, truly, I—” The Farmer leaned forward and kissed her husband again.

“I know, Shane. I get it.” They held each other on the floor, their foreheads pressed together. Shane tried to calm himself, breathing in time with his wife. “We’re in it together, alright? We’ve got it.” Shane nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” The Farmer smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be a big change.” She chuckled to herself. “We’ve got nine months, I’m sure this won’t be the last freak out. That either of us have.” The Farmer stood up, and offered a hand to Shane, smiling. “Good luck to you when I have to start buying maternity clothes.” Shane grinned and took her hand.

“What? You’re cooking up a baby in there, you’re gonna grow.” He kissed his wife on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.

“Oh, I know that now,” the Farmer said, leading the two of them back into their bedroom. “But I’m sure hormone-y me will have to reckon with that later.”

Shane snorted as the Farmer sat down on the bed, and pulled Shane down into her. He kissed her forehead and climbed over, pulling the covers up on his side of the bed. She snuggled back into him, her head resting on his shoulder, but Shane could feel her squirming.

“You feeling better?” Her voice was quiet. Shane nodded, and wrapped his arm around her head.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Her arm snaked its way over his chest, reaching up to hold the side of his head. “You’re gonna be great.”

Shane smiled, and moved his head to kiss the palm against his cheek. “You too.”

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It took Marnie two weeks to figure it out. Something about the way the Farmer was moving, she had told Shane, was different, and trapped him in her kitchen until he confessed. Marnie was over the moon, and promised not to tell anyone, but Shane ran home and told the Farmer straight away. His wife had bit her lip but shook her head, smiling. “If anyone was going to piece it together, it’d be her.”

In Marnie’s defense, it was almost a week before Evelyn congratulated the pair at the general store. Shane watched as Pierre blushed and ducked behind a shelf, but the Farmer thanked her and moved past, reaching for a bag of flour on the top shelf.

“You know, that was a pretty good run, all things considered.” Shane nodded, agreeing with his wife.

“I mean, that has to be a record! What, five? Six days?” The Farmer laughed, and hoisted the last grocery bag up into the truck. She caught Shane’s gaze, and tilted her head.

“What?” Shane realized he had been staring at her, a dopey look on his face. He smiled, face turning pink.

“Oh, nothing!” He hopped up into the truck, his wife following suit beside him. He looked at her again. “I’m gonna be a dad.” She smiled now, rolling her eyes.

“You’re gonna be a dad!” Shane laughed, and started the truck. The two chatted excitedly the whole way back, discussing the future addition to both their home and family.

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