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#n when it said she died like. two years & a month ago......... god
floralrry · 4 months
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pure as the driven snow, c.s
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warnings; some love, some death, and a fuck ton of angst! coriolanus has a moment of being ooc, but it’s only for a moment! before we see the true side of him :p
a/n; this is a long one and i haven’t proofread🥲i’m sorryy, i hope u enjoy my first work! also i take requests, so pop yourself into my inbox and ask away my lovies <3
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a few months ago you found yourself jumping on the back of a train to flee the capitol, to follow the two people you adored the most. when you found out the news that coriolanus snow and sejanus plinth were being banished to district twelve after cheating in the games, you didn’t think twice before following them. after all, you had no life in the capitol without them.
it didn’t take long before your face was plastered all over the news and your father was giving a reward for your safe return, the story they went with was his darling princess was captured by rebels, but it was no secret to you that he was only doing this to save his reputation. you were the capitols sweetheart, and the citizens of the capitol were distraught, hoping for your safe return.
your father didn’t care, in fact, you were a burden to him, so with you gone, it was a weight off his shoulders. you had been a burden- his burden, ever since your mother died.
your beautiful ma, or as the people called her the capitols queen. her eyes emerald green, and her long gorgeous auburn hair, everyone was jealous of her. the only love you ever felt was from your ma, and when she passed, a part of you did too. and you had never felt whole again, until you met coriolanus snow.
months later, you took residence in district twelve. it definitely didn’t hold a candle to the capitol, but you loved the simplicity of the place, and how it was surrounded with nature. you had grown accustomed here, quite quickly, the covey managed to hide you well, away from the peacekeepers who would definitely know your face by now. district twelve didn’t have any of the luxuries the capitol had, but you would trade all of it, just to live here forever. and you know your ma, with her free spirit, would agree.
it was a bright and sunny day. . according to the weather forecast, the last one for a while, so you wanted to enjoy it while you could, knowing the peacekeepers usually stay in town, you found yourself walking across the lake with a flower in-between your fingertips.
“y/n!” a voice pulled you from your thoughts, you look up from the flower to be greeted by sejanus plinth, and you run towards him, engulfing him into a warm hug.
sejanus plinth, you’ve known the boy ever since he was eight years old, brand new to the capitol, and god did you love him. it was never anything more than friends, you adored him like a brother, trusted him like a friend, and most of all loved his determination and innocence, when he was moved to the capitol from district two he didn’t fit in well, capitol folk didn’t want their children to be friends with a district boy. it was ingrained into the children’s mind from their parents that the capitol were never to associate with the districts in any friendly manner, but you didn’t mind. your ma always said you saw the best in people no matter what, and she was right.
“mornin’ sejanus,” you pull away and give him a warm smile, “are you okay?”
“i’ve never been better,” his arm wraps around yours, as the two of you continue to walk, “i’m glad i caught you, i wanted to talk with you, before i’m assigned somewhere for the day.”
“ah, and i’m assuming this talk doesn’t include coryo?” you wonder, and sejanus nods his head.
you hum, as a cue for him to go on, “so. . do you know billy taupe?”
“not personally. . but i know he’s seein’ the mayors daughter,” you reply, “is he giving you a hard time? i heard he’s like that. . but he’s all talk, no action.”
sejanus laughs a little, “god no. . no, i’ve made somewhat of an acquaintance out of him,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows, “there’s a group of people. . they’ve been planning to flee up north, and i’m going to join them.”
you had stopped walking, and that caused sejanus to stop too. his eyes meet yours and he looks for some sort of answer, but his efforts were to no avail. “y/n?”
you were quiet for a moment or so, it felt longer to sejanus. “you’re siding with the rebels?” you ask, and he hesitantly nods his head, “sejanus plinth. . you’ve been planning this without me?”
sejanus lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and you shake your head, “it’s risky. . but as far as the capitol is aware. . i’ve been abducted by rebels, i’m one hundred percent with you. . sejanus,” you notice a wave of relief washed over sejanus’ face, and you push his shoulder, “idiot. . you can breathe now.”
“thank you, y/n. i didn’t know if you would’ve took it well,” he replies, as the two of you carry on walking.
“i did. . but i don’t know if i could say the same for coryo- you haven’t told him, have you?” you ask, and he shakes his head.
“no. . but i think he knows. . maybe not all of it, but he’s caught me speaking to billy and some others.” he replies, and you nod your head.
“you need to start being more careful, if the wrong person sees you. . you’ll get hanged for this.”
“i’ll try,” sejanus replies.
there’s a moment or two of silence again, before you speak, “who would’ve thought. . sejanus plinth, the son of strabo plinth, and y/n y/l/n, capitol’s sweetheart, turned rebel.”
sejanus laughed and you place your head on his shoulder, “yeah. . where did it all go wrong, hm?”
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it was late in the evening when you arrived to your meeting place, the sun was setting, leaving the sky a mesmerising shade of orange, sunset orange, your favourite colour.
you walk through the forest, in between trees, calling out for coriolanus, but he wasn’t here, maybe he was late, you wonder, it would be nothing new for him.
“coryo?” you call out, before you feel yourself being pulled to the side, you let out a gasp as your back made contact with a tree, and just as you open your mouth to cry out for help, your eyes meet coriolanus, “coryo!”
he wore a sly smirk, and you hit his arm, “you dick!” you placed your hand over your chest, your heart felt like it was going to break free it was thumping so hard, “fuck. . i hate you. . sometimes i don’t know how i’ve put up with you for so long,” you tease.
“i’d believe that if i didn’t know you,” he replies, “i’ve missed you. .” his hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, “you okay?”
“yeah. . i’m okay,” all was forgotten the moment you made eye contact with the blonde, “you?”
“better now i’m with you,” he whispers, and you hum in response, “i hate not seeing you during the day.”
“i know. . me too,” you lean into his touch, and shivers run down your spine as he places his hand on the side of your neck. your friendship with coriolanus was always very touchy, he was always holding your hand, brushing your hair from your face, or kissing your forehead, but it never meant anything as far as you were aware, however everyone at the academy swore the two of you were secretly dating. “i. . brought a basket with food. . was thinkin’ dinner?”
“i couldn’t imagine anything better. . dinner with my best girl,” he hums, pressing a single kiss to your forehead before pulling away.
coriolanus’ hand entwines with yours, and he took the basket from your other hand, before the two of you set off, “where are we goin’?”
“do you trust me, coriolanus snow?” you ask, and almost immediately he nods his head, “then ask no questions. . come on.”
a few minutes later, he two of you were met with an opening, leading to a small lake that mirrored the reflection of the sunset in the water, birds occupied the surrounding trees, and coriolanus would be lying if he said the place wasn’t beautiful. he looked at you for some sort of answer, and your eyes met his gaze, “you comin’ in?”
he soon caught on, watching as you stepped out of your shoes and unclipped the back of your dress. he placed the basket on the ground and followed, kicking off his boots and unbuttoning his pants. just as his pants hit the ground you shot off, running towards the boardwalk.
coriolanus had just took his shirt off and chucked it to the floor carelessly before he started to chase after you, you laughed as you headed for the water, and coriolanus did too, before splash, you jumped off the boardwalk and hit the water.
the water ricocheted around you, and you watched coriolanus cannonball off the boardwalk and hit the water, and you laugh. he swam up to the surface, and notices the huge smile plastered on your face, it seemed so genuine, probably the most happiest he had ever seen you in a while, and you couldn’t get that in the capitol, although he missed the capitol, and his family, he loved seeing you happy.
coriolanus swam towards you, and instinctively your legs wrapped themselves around his torso. you wiped away a few droplets collecting in his eyebrows, and his beautiful blue eyes meet yours.
“i miss your curls sometimes. . y’know,” you admit, and he hums in response, “i’m not sayin’ you don’t suit the buzzcut, cause you do. . but i miss twirling them between my fingers.”
“i’ll grow it out for you,” he replies, and your eyebrows raise.
“you’d do that for me?” you ask, and he presses a kiss to the side of your hand.
“i’d do anything for you.”
your smile faded a little, as the two of you looked at one another, your hand didn’t leave his face, maybe it was the lack of trying, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to move it. your fingers traced his jawline, and just as the silence became comfortable, your mouth opened.
“i think i’m in love with you,” and there it was, those god forsaken words slipped past your lips completely by accident, unprecedented, those words you had never said to anyone before, were out, and they lingered in the air.
your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach when you noticed the shift in coriolanus’ expression, you didn’t mean to say them, they just slipped from your mouth, blabber mouth, a wave of anxiety rushed your body and your stomach turned, you’ve ruined it.
say something, god, say anything! your heart was racing, as you were racking your brain for some sort of sentence you could follow up with to make it sound less than what it did. coriolanus knew you loved him, you had been his best friend for years, but there was a big difference between ‘love you!’ when you’re leaving his home, and ‘i’m in love with you’ when you’re in a lake, with your legs wrapped around him and your hands touching his face.
the silence was deafening, and just as you were about to pull away and apologise profusely, he spoke. “i’m in love with you, too.”
relief washed over you, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “you are?” were the only two words you managed to get out.
“i’ve been in love with you ever since i met you, i’m just glad you’ve caught up,” he replied, and your smile returned to just the way it was before, “don’t worry. . you can breathe now.”
you let out a small laugh, before he closes the small gap between the two of you, his lips meet yours as your hands inch down to his shoulders, and the kiss had never felt more right. it was everything you had dreamt of and more.
the two of you stayed in the lake for a while, enjoying each others company, before your stomach started to growl and coriolanus decided it was time to get out and eat. you dried off and changed back into the dress you previously wore, which was now soaked at the back from your hair, “bet you love not having to deal with this.”
coriolanus held your hair up, and placed the extra towel over your shoulders, “. . thank you.”
it was the little things you adored the most, the way coriolanus was so caring, and would always go the extra mile. he had always been like that, and you hated yourself for not catching on sooner.
coriolanus placed the blanket on the floor, and you, once again, thanked him, before folding your legs beneath you and sitting down.
you began sharing the food from the basket, talking about things that weren’t important to remember, and you spent the rest of the hours you had left just like that, before it was time to go.
“same time tomorrow?” you ask as you headed towards the cabin you were staying in, it belonged to the covey, and thankfully the peacekeepers knew nothing about it, so you were safe there.
“always,” he replies, as the two of you come to a stop, “i wish we didn’t have to do this.”
“me too. .” you frown, standing in front of him, “if only we were under different circumstances.”
he leans down and kisses you, and butterflies swarm your stomach. “goodnight, coryo.”
“goodnight. . y/n, sleep well,” you kiss him once more, before turning your back to him and heading into the cabin, he stayed for a moment, making sure you got in without any trouble, and when he was certain you were okay he headed off.
coriolanus hated leaving you every night, but this night was different, after your confessions of love, it caused an unusual feeling in the back of his throat watching you walk into the cabin alone, knowing he wasn’t following after you. he had never felt it before. it felt weird, and he didn’t like it.
not one bit.
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days passed, and coriolanus was now aware of sejanus plinth’s involvement with the rebels. he felt no sympathy towards the boy, he was to fault for his own actions. coriolanus saw an opportunity to record sejanus’s confession, send it back to the capitol, and get his one way ticket out of this hellhole.
what he didn’t suspect, was your involvement. sejanus told him that you were leaving too, you were just as included as he was, and he didn’t even try to save you, he was frozen in disbelief, he didn’t cut the recording or stop sejanus, and soon enough, your name was tainted.
before he knew it, he was stood at the hanging tree, watching his best friend being sent to his death. he didn’t dare try and save him when sejanus called out for his best friend, his brother, he just stood with his back to sejanus, eyes looking straight ahead. trying his best to drown out the screams of help, but he heard it all.
“ma! ma! ma!”
and it was over, the boy he had known ever since he was eight years old, was dead.
he needed to find you, the capitol knew about your involvement, and knew you were in district twelve. he had just lost his childhood friend, and he didn’t want to lose you too, the girl he was in love with, the girl who knew him so well, much more than he knew himself, he needed to save you.
coriolanus managed to slip away, and he went straight for the cabin. his heart was pacing, pounding in his chest, his ears were ringing with every rushed step he took. he was only minutes away from the cabin when he felt himself crash into something hard, he didn’t know what he had crashed into. his only sole focus was to get to you, he didn’t even see you appear from behind a tree and run into him.
but he realised quickly it was you, and his arms reached out for you before you lost your balance, he noticed your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained from crying, you knew.
“coryo!” you cry out, and your arms wrap around him, “coryo. . coryo, sejanus. .” you sob into his chest, and he holds you.
“i tried. . but i couldn’t do anything,” he found himself lying to you, what was he doing? “you’re next. . they know about your involvement. . you need to go, leave.”
“i can’t. . what about you?” you whimper, and coriolanus reaches out and wipes the tears falling from your eyes.
“don’t worry about me. . i couldn’t save sejanus. . but i can save you, i don’t want you to meet the same fate he did,” he whispers, “you don’t deserve that. .”
“sejanus didn’t deserve that either,” you sniffle, and his forehead presses against yours, “i don’t want to go.”
“you have to. . i don’t want you to die,” he says, and you swallow the lump in your throat.
“if i asked you to run with me, would you?” your breath tickles coriolanus’ skin as your forehead pressed against his.
he pauses, and you look into his piercing blue eyes for the answer, he thought for a moment, racked his brain for some sort of answer he could give you. he thought about tigris, and grandma’am. the capitol. his old life he’s somewhat been missing over the last few months.
but he soon remembered, he’s here because he was banished to the districts for his actions in the arena. he’s here because of casca highbottom. he wouldn’t see that life for another twenty years, and god he loved you, needed you, so much he’d do anything for you, protect you from anyone who wanted to harm you.
and not only that, he had killed mayfair, he was as good as dead if he stayed here, and there was no point in waiting around for the inevitable. he had to leave, he had to go with you.
“of course i would,” he replies, and you let out a sigh of relief, “i won’t let them take you from me.”
those simple words made your heart flutter, and for a moment you believed him. how could you not? up until now he’s done nothing but protect you, and show you how much you mean to him. you loved him just as much as you thought he loved you, if not more.
“okay then. . let’s run,” you let out a shaky breath, and he presses a kiss to your temple, and you hug him again, although this time it was tighter, almost as if you knew it would be the last time you’d ever touch him again.
“it’s okay. . we’ll be okay. listen, i’ll be back in half an hour. . let me go get my stuff from the bunker, stay here. . lock the door and don’t answer to anyone,” he says, and you nod your head, “i’ll knock four times.”
“okay. . okay, i’ll wait for you,” coriolanus let’s you go, not without kissing you once more, before rushing off back to the bunker to gather a few of his things. his mind was a mess, he couldn’t think straight, see straight, all he could focus on was making sure he got the important things, before rushing back to leave with you.
it didn’t take him long, he packed the important things, and left. not daring to look back, he headed straight for your cabin, practically running so he could hurry to you.
by the time he made it to your cabin, he heard loud voices, and screaming. his heart shattered, he hid behind a nearby tree, and watched as peacekeepers surrounded the cabin. they burst through the front door, and he heard you put up a fight.
save her, save her, save her, the words repeated over and over in his head, but not once did he try to move. he stood cowardly behind a tree, all the while knowing if he was in your position, you wouldn’t have thought twice.
bang bang bang, then silence.
you had met the same fate as poor sejanus plinth, all the while not knowing that the man you loved the most, the man you trusted with your whole life, was the one who sentenced you to your death.
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months passed, and coriolanus snow was back at the capitol, he had everything he wanted. sejanus’ and your death had worked out in his favour, because he was given a pardon, and granted a full scholarship to the university.
the first few days after your death were miserable, coriolanus had actually found himself crying over you. pathetic. until he convinced himself realised, he never loved you, you manipulated him into getting what you wanted, and it worked. you strung coriolanus along all of those years, but he wasn’t stupid anymore. it was all clear to him now.
he hadn’t thought about you once ever since his revelation, all he’s been focused on is his work, he didn’t have time for you no longer, or your manipulation.
and although your love for him was pure and honest, he had convinced himself and everyone around him that you used him. he didn’t allow himself to think of you, he didn’t want to, he made himself hate you so he could carry on. then he could carry on with a clear conscience, then he could somehow convince himself he wasn’t the one who sent you to your death, or maybe he did, but you deserved it for your disloyalty.
he fought thoughts of you almost everyday for the rest of his life, and sometimes, they’d sneak their way through and haunt him in his dreams. so after all, you had never really left him. even after your death, you found ways to taunt him and punish him for his actions.
and that was enough.
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octoberclidan · 11 months
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Don't Ever Do That Again
Request: Hi! Could you do one where the reader is kidnapped and Dean does everything in his power to get her back? Either they’re already dating or they’re like frenemies. You’re such a great writer!!
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Reader takes on a djinn on her own. Sam isn't happy with her going on her own so makes her promise to keep in contact, she goes in on her own and gets captured. Dean and the reader are exes who didn't leave it on good terms, but when Sam tells him that he hasn't heard from her, Dean needs to get to her as fast as he can.
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[Y/N] was sitting in a dusty motel room, at a little table just big enough to hold the book she was flicking through, and her laptop which was opened on search results for 'djinn'. The book was one she had borrowed a few months back from Sam Winchester. It was basically like a book version of a hunter's journal, about a page or two description for each monster, god, or supernatural phenomenon. Not super detailed, but it gave a good overview and it had become her go-to resource for figuring out what she was up against. She had arrived in the small town the previous morning, having read about a series of disappearances over the last two weeks. There was a witness account in the local newspaper which had been dismissed as the guy being high on a cocktail of drugs, but his account of his abduction had sounded suspiciously specific, and it was what really caught [Y/N]'s attention. She had gone to visit him in the local hospital and had taken notes, which she was now comparing to her book and what she could find online. She was positive that it was a djinn, something she'd never gone up against before.
Back when she was with Dean, she remembered him telling her about being captured by a djinn, how he thought he was living a life where his wish for Mary to have never died had come true. It turned out that a djinn was keeping him captive, and what he was experiencing had just all been in his head. He told [Y/N] that story several years ago, before their relationship had ended. She had only seen him a handful of times since; the break up had been messy. He blew up at her after a hunt the two of them had been on. It was a simple salt-and-burn, but she had thrown herself between Dean and the ghost, which had flung her against a wall. She broke her arm, and told Dean she was fine, but he didn't listen. He was angry that she'd put herself in front of him, even though he'd do the exact same thing for her. After that incident he had tried keeping her off cases, or tricking her into taking the safest option of every case. It was becoming dangerous for the boys too; Dean would send her off on some 'clue' which he knew would lead her far away from any action, leaving him and Sam to deal with the monster themselves, leaving them one hunter short.
She got fed up with his attitude. She knew he was scared of losing her, but he was scared of losing Sam too and he didn't have any issues with Sam hunting. It felt like he didn't think she was good at hunting, or was more prone to getting hurt than either he or Sam, which wasn't true. [Y/N] had been hunting her whole life, she knew what she was doing. After several weeks of this behaviour, she broke up with him. They argued for hours in his room in the bunker, the room that he had shared with her. They argued loud enough for Sam to hear them from the kitchen. After she stormed out of Dean's room, Sam had begged her not to move out of the bunker. He said there was so much space, so many rooms, that she didn't have to leave. He loved her like a sister, and she loved him like a brother, but she couldn't be around Dean, it was too hard.
Sam texted her all the time, and asked her to help him on hunts whenever Dean was busy with something else. She saw Sam quite regularly on the condition that he wouldn't bring up Dean.
11:02am: Sam: Hey, you working? I think I have a case if you're around?
11:04am: [Y/N]: Hey, I'm actually working a case at the moment. What do you know about djinn?
11:05am: Incoming call from Sam
[Y/N] answered the phone and brought it to her ear. "Hey Sam".
"Hey, you think you have a djinn?"
"I think so. I don't really have any material on it so I'm kinda relying on Google, but yesterday I spoke to a a guy who escaped after being captured last week. What he said matches what I can find about them".
"Who are you working with?"
[Y/N] considered lying, saying she was working with another hunter. Unfortunately Sam knew pretty much every hunter there was. If she said she was hunting with someone, he'd need a name, and there was no doubt he'd check with that hunter to make sure she was telling the truth. It was also unfortunate that no hunter she knew would lie to the legendary Sam Winchester for her.
"You're hunting alone, aren't you?" He pushed when she didn't respond straight away and she sighed.
"Sam, I can handle it, okay?"
"Really? What do you know about djinn?"
"Sam-"
"No, I'm serious, c'mon tell me what you know".
"I know that they feed off people, they put people into a kind of transe".
"Go on".
"Uh, I know you guys have faced them?"
"And how does that help you exactly?" She could hear the irritation in his voice.
"You don't think I'm capable". She said bluntly, he was reminding her a little too much of Dean.
"I think you're smart enough to know that you shouldn't be hunting alone. I don't go hunting on my own, Dean doesn't go hunting on his own". She flinched slightly at the mention of Dean's name. "Give me your location, I'll bring what we have on djinn".
"I'm in Burley, Idaho. You're a two day drive away, I don't have that kind of time to wait around. It's only a matter of time before more people go missing"
"[Y/N]..." He warned.
"You said you had a case of your own?" She heard Sam sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Look, just keep me updated, okay?"
"Okay, I will". She promised. "So what do you know?"
Reluctantly, Sam gave her a detailed account of his experience with djinn. He told her about their poison, how some of them cause hallucinations to make you think your wish has been granted. He explained that if that happened, she would have to die by her own hands within the hallucination to wake up. He also told her about the other type of djinn that prefer their victims to be scared, and that if she gets caught in one of their hallucinations then the only way out is to overcome her fear. She didn't know which one she would find harder to escape. Of course, he also told her that beheading would be the way to go, or else to go to a butchers and ask for lamb's blood to dip her silver knife into. [Y/N] thought this request in the small town she was in would sound suspicious and draw unwanted attention, maybe even alert the djinn to her presence as a hunter, so she decided that beheading would have to do. "Whatever you do, just avoid any physical contact with them. They can poison just by their touch, enough to kill you if they don't want to keep you for feeding off of".
"I'll make sure to keep my distance. Any advice on where it might be? The victim was found on the side of the road, pretty out of it, he didn't remember where he'd come from".
"Have a look for abandoned warehouses, ruins are kinda their thing".
"Okay cool, thanks for your help. I'll text you every few hours okay?"
"Text me every hour, on the hour. If I don't hear from you at that time, I'm coming, and I'll be bringing a very angry Dean". He warned.
"You're forgetting about my rule of not bringing him up". She mumbled, trying to convey her irritation as a warning. "I'll text you every two hours". She compromised.
"Fine, every two hours on the hour. Just please stay safe and text or call if you need anything at all".
"I will Sam, and I appreciate that you care. We'll meet up soon, okay?"
"Okay". He grumbled and they said their goodbyes. [Y/N] turned her attention back to her laptop in search of any abandoned buildings nearby.
***
Sam was in the bunker's archives, trying to find an object that could potentially protect against werewolf bites that he'd read about in one of the Men of Letter's records. The case he'd texted [Y/N] about the previous day had turned out to be nothing, so he was spending his time looking through old artefacts. He was also spending his time waiting for [Y/N]'s text updates, and also Dean's return from a visit to Jody. [Y/N] had kept true to her word and had texted every two hours, excluding over night when she was sleeping. From her last text at noon, she had made a list of potential locations and was currently checking them out one by one. It was nearly 2pm, so he was expecting a text from her any minute with an update. At 2:05 he looked over at his phone, but she hadn't texted. He left it another five minutes before deciding to text her and see what was happening.
2:10pm: Sam: Hey, you forget the 2pm check-in? How's it going? Narrow the locations down yet?
He put the phone down on the desk that he was sitting at and continued to look through some of the boxes he had on it.
2:20pm: Sam: [Y/N], can you give me an update?
By 2:30pm he could no longer concentrate and was anxiously staring at his phone. He decided to call her, but it rang through three times. He left her a voice mail asking her to call him immediately, and put is phone back on the desk. He sat back and ran his hand over his face, before placing it on the desk beside his phone and tapping his fingers nervously. He was so focused on the phone that the sudden voice behind him made him jump.
"Hey Sammy- woah, what's got you all jumpy?" Dean had just wandered into the room. He must have arrived back in the bunker awhile ago, because he was holding a mug of coffee in his hand. He walked over to the desk and had a quick look into one of the boxes. "Looking for something?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the desk.
"Uh, yeah, just something I read about in a record somewhere". Dean could tell that Sam was distracted by something. He noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were wider than usual; he looked stressed.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Sam sighed and swallowed before leaning forward and placing his head into his hands.
"You're gonna kill me".
"What? Why? What did you do?" Dean placed his mug down beside him.
"[Y/N]'s working a case. Alone. I asked her to text me every two hours on the hour, but she missed the 2pm check-in and isn't answering". Sam didn't look at Dean, he didn't want to see his expression. Dean had taken a sharp breath in at the mention of [Y/N]'s name, and he felt anger start to bubble up inside of him.
"Hunting alone? And you let her?"
"She's an adult Dean, she can do whatever she wants. I offered to help but she's a two day drive away and said she wouldn't wait".
Dean banged his fist down on the desk and pushed himself up before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him. He had never regretted anything more than his break-up with [Y/N]. She meant the world to him. He admired her as a hunter, he adored her intelligence and bravery, and he had never been so attracted to anyone before he met her. After she broke up with him, he tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that she would be safer. He hoped that since the Winchesters seemed to attract the worst of the worst, any cases she'd find on her own would be less dangerous. He had made Sam promise to make sure that she didn't hunt alone, and so far he had made good on that promise. He was furious that Sam had let her hunt alone. He was marching towards the bunker's garage when Sam caught up behind him.
"Dean-" Sam started and reached his hand for Dean's shoulder, but Dean immediately shook him off and spun around to face him.
"Don't touch me Sam". Dean glared at him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me she was hunting alone? Why didn't you go to her anyway when you knew she was alone? Did you even call any other hunters to see if there were any nearby? God Sam, I asked you to make me one promise".
"I'm sorry, Dean, okay? Yeah I messed up. She's allowed to make her own decisions though, take her own risks. She doesn't report to us".
"Spoken like a real friend". Dean rolled his eyes at him.
"Jody and Donna have both gone on hunts on their own, you've never reacted like this".
"[Y/N]'s different". Dean looked away from Sam.
"When was the lat time you even spoke to her Dean?" Dean didn't answer, he just turned around and continued walking to the garage.
"Tell me where she is, I'm going to go find her". Sam sighed but jogged to catch up with Dean.
"She's in Burley, Idaho. It's a fifteen hour drive. We won't get there until tomorrow morning even if we just drive straight".
"We're going. You can spend the drive filling me in on what you know and calling other hunters to see if anyone is closer".
***
Sam spent the first hour of the drive calling every hunter who's phone number he had, but none of them were any closer to [Y/N] than he and Dean were. He tried her phone several times too but there was still no answer. He filled Dean in on what he knew, [Y/N] had shared the locations that she was going to check out, so they would check those first.
"I swear Sam, if anything has happened to her..." Dean trailed off and shook his head. His grip on the stirring wheel was turning his knuckles white, and his jaw was clenched. Sam had only seen him this angry on a handful of occasions, and it was never good to be on the receiving end of it. He didn't try to apologise again, he figured it was safest to just keep quiet and stare out of the window.
Nine hours into the drive it was midnight, they had stopped off once earlier for a quick pit stop, and Dean had refused to let Sam take over the driving, insisting on driving the entire way himself. "Dean you'll be exhausted by the time we get there. Just let me drive for a couple of hours, get some rest". Dean glanced over at Sam quickly before gluing his eyes back to the road.
"No".
"You're not gonna be much help to [Y/N] if you're falling asleep. Come on, pull over and swap".
"I said no Sam". Sam sighed and decided to try and get some sleep himself. At least one of them should be alert when they get there.
***
It was 5:30am when Dean pulled up beside the first warehouse on [Y/N]'s list. He didn't see any sign of her car, so he wasn't hopeful that it was the right place. He gave Sam a quick shove to wake him up, and the two of them got out of the car and made their way over to a window. They didn't see any activity, but Sam went towards the door to pick the lock anyway. "What are you doing?" Dean asked as he moved to make his way back to the car.
"I'm gonna check and see if she's inside, what are you doing?"
"We don't have time for that, her car's not here and it doesn't look like anyone has been here in months. We should go to the next one".
"We should make sure, what if she is in here?"
"Fine, you stay here and check. Hot wire a car for yourself, I'm moving to the next location".
"Dean, come on, we should stick together".
"There's no time Sam!" Dean's anger was beginning to degrade into desperation and fear, it was clear on his face and from the tone in his voice. "I'm going to the next warehouse on her list. You can come or you can stay, I don't care". He shrugged and continued his way back to the Impala. Sam looked back at the lock for a moment in contemplation, but he ended up following Dean.
***
The next two warehouses didn't show any signs of activity either, and after a quick look around their perimeters Dean insisted on moving on too, only letting Sam have a quick look inside the second one since the door was open. Dean's heart started racing when he turned the corner to the next one however, and spotted [Y/N]'s car parked off to the side. "She's here". He was out of the car and rushing towards her car faster than Sam could even open his door.
"See anything?" Sam asked and he caught up with Dean.
"No, the car's empty apart from her journal, which she hasn't filled in since yesterday. She must be inside". He said as he closed [Y/N]'s car door.
"Okay, let's think this through".
"You want to waste more time?" Dean's irritation was building back up again now with the adrenaline of knowing he was close adding fuel to the fire.
"I just think we have a better chance of getting to her safely if we don't charge in with just our guns. We'll need blades to cut its head off, so let's go back to the car, get what we need, and make a plan".
Even through his anger Dean knew that Sam was right about this, so the two of them made their way back to the impala to get what they needed. They decided to split up, one go from the front and the other around the back. That way, one of them should be able to catch the djinn by surprise if it was in there. Dean made his way to the front of the building while Sam headed to the back. Dean carefully pushed the door open, noticing there was no lock, and stepped inside. It was quiet, and he was in a large room which was mostly empty apart from a few broken planks of wood and a lot of dust. He quickly looked around to make sure nothing was hidden in the shadows, and made his way to a door on the far side of the room.
He opened the door slightly but stopped when it made a loud creaking. He froze, waiting to hear if he had caused any unwanted attention. When he was met by silence, he continued on cautiously. He walked down a narrow hallway with flickering lights, as quietly as he could. He stopped suddenly when he heard a scream coming from up ahead of him, then immediately ran to its source. He swung a door open to find [Y/N] hunched over on the ground, with a tattooed body and a separate tattooed head lying beside her, a bloody machete loose in her hand. "[Y/N]?" He almost whispered, but she heard him and looked up. Her eyes were read and her cheeks were stained with tears. She looked exhausted and broken, and Dean rushed towards her, falling to his knees and gathering her up in his arms. She was crying, and he held her tight, one arm around her chest and the other on her head, holding her as close as possible. "You're okay, I've got you". He murmured into her hair after kissing the top of her head. He rocked her back and forth as she cried. Sam walked through the door and rushed over to them.
"Is she okay?" He asked, his expression panicked.
"I've got her, you check out the rest of the building and make sure there aren't any more, see if there are more victims too". As much as Sam wanted to see his best friend's face and make sure she was okay for himself, he knew he needed to let Dean have this moment with her. He nodded and left the two of them alone. "Shhh". He stroked her hair as she continued to cry. "You're okay, breathe [Y/N]". She struggled to catch her breath, and she gripped Dean's flannel tight in her fist. "Match your breathing to mine, come on". He turned her around so her back was pressed against his chest and she was sitting between his legs on the ground. He wrapped both of his arms around her and held her against him. "Breathe in when I do, breathe out when I do. I've got you, you're safe". While [Y/N]'s breathing was shaky, she did manage to slow it down and match Dean's.
"D-dean?" She whispered.
"Yeah, I'm here". He leaned his chin on the top of her head.
"I... I had to kill myself". She sniffed. Dean didn't respond straight away, but his grip on her tightened. "I was in a different life. I was with you, we were happy, Sam was there too and he was happy". He closed his eyes as he listened to her. "I knew it wasn't real, we're not happy in real life... we're not together". She whispered the last part and Dean swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. "I remembered Sam saying you have to take your own life to get out of the dream. I had to do it". She sniffed again and reached up to wipe her face. "Dean I don't want to die".
"You're not going to, okay? You're safe. You killed the djinn, it can't hurt you anymore. I'm here, so is Sam, we're gonna take you home". She nodded and they sat in silence for a few minutes. Dean didn't want to let her go just yet, and she was calmed by being held by him.
"Hey". Sam walked back into the room. He crouched down in front of them and smiled at [Y/N] before pushing her hair back off her face.
"Hey". She whispered back to him. He looked up at Dean and shook his head, a signal that there was no one else in the building, alive anyway. Dean nodded back at him, and leaned forward to stand up. Sam helped him pull [Y/N] up as they stood, and she swayed once she was on her feet.
"Woah, let's take it slowly" Sam placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her.
"Here, you get the car started". Dean handed Sam the keys and took his place holding [Y/N] steady. Dean moved in front of her and looked down at her to see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Okay, I'm gonna carry you out, is that alright?"
"I'm tired".
"I know Sweetheart, you've been through a lot. We'll find a motel nearby and we'll have a look at you properly, make sure you're not hurt, then you can sleep, alright?"
"I want to sleep now though".
"You just have to stay awake a little bit longer, we need to make sure you're okay. Can you do that for me?" His hand moved up to her cheek and stroked it, and she leaned into his touch and nodded.
"Am I good to lift you up now?" He asked and she nodded again. He bent down and lifted her up so one hand was under her knees and the other around her shoulders, and she leaned her head against his chest. "Keep those eyes open for me". He kept his eyes on her as he walked out of the warehouse and back to the car. Sam jumped out and opened the back door for him, and he got in still holding [Y/N].
Sam drove to the nearest motel which was only down the road, and got them a room while Dean did his best to check [Y/N] over in the car. Once they had a room, Dean carried her there and gently set her down on one of the beds. "[Y/N], can I take your top off? Just to check for injuries". She nodded, trying very hard to keep her eyes open and also stay balanced sitting up on the bed. "Okay, thank you. Sam can you hold her steady while I have a look?" Sam nodded and knelt down in front of her, holding her waist so she didn't fall over as Dean pulled her top up. Sam looked away, he had seen her without clothes before on various hunts, having stitched her up many times himself, but she didn't need two pairs of eyes on her in this moment. Once Dean was satisfied that there were no hidden injuries, he shrugged off his flannel and helped her into it.
"I'm gonna have a shower then get some sleep, I think we all need it". Sam said as Dean sat down beside [Y/N], holding her steady and allowing Sam to let go. Dean nodded at Sam, and he left them alone again.
"Let's get you out of those jeans and into something more comfortable, I keep spare boxers in my bag, do you want a pair?" He asked her and she nodded, far too tired for any words at this stage. He let her lay back on the bed as he went through the bag that Sam had brought in; an 'emergency supply' bag that they kept in the Impala for situations like these. Dean helped her out of her jeans and into his boxers while Sam showered, and then pulled back the covers on the bed for her and helped her slide under them. She was still awake, though her eyes were now closed. Sam walked out of the shower as Dean was tucking her in, and made his way to the other bed in the room.
"Dean you need sleep too, you drove for almost fifteen hours straight through the night". He said as he pulled back the covers to the bed.
"Stay with me". [Y/N] mumbled and Dean shifted his attention from Sam back to her.
"There's a couch Sweetheart, I can take that". He smiled at her and tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though every part of his being was screaming at him to be close to her, he knew that she wasn't totally with it and he could wake up to her screaming at him tomorrow if she didn't remember this.
"No, please, I need you". He didn't have the will power to deny her request again, so with a quick glance at Sam and Sam's encouraging nod, Dean slid under the sheets beside her. He pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head.
"Sleep [Y/N], we can talk tomorrow". He whispered. Not long after, all three of them were fast asleep.
***
It was late afternoon before Dean woke up, and he smiled to see that [Y/N] was still in his arms. He glanced over to his side and saw that Sam's bed was empty, so Dean grabbed his phone to see if he'd left a message. There was a text from Sam saying he'd gone out to get some food, which meant it was only Dean and [Y/N] in the room. He lay there with her for several more minutes, just letting himself enjoy her presence. When she started to stir, he began to stroke her back. "Dean?" She looked up at him.
"Hey".
"Hey". She whispered back and looked back down, leaning her head back on his chest.
"Don't ever do that again". His command had no trace of anger in it, it was more of a plea.
"I won't. I'm never going to hunt on my own again. You were right, I'm not good enough".
"No one's good enough to hunt alone Sweetheart. You did manage to hunt down and kill it on your own though, so I guess you were right too, you don't need me protecting you all the time". She looked back up and him and shook her head.
"I do need you. I need Sam too. I miss both of you".
"You think we could give each other a second chance? There is always a place for you back at the bunker". She nodded at him.
"Yeah, I think we could give each other a second chance". She gave him a small smile which drew his attention down to her lips. Without allowing himself to overthink anything, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. To his relief she kissed him back, and he moved one of his hands up into her hair while the other strayed lower on her back, sliding under his flannel and beneath the boxers that she was wearing. She licked his lower lip and he opened his mouth, letting her in. One of her hands was pressed against his chest, holding her up, while she moved her other hand up to his chin to feel his stubble.
After several minutes of kissing and feeling each other again, she pulled back and leaned her forehead against his, allowing them to catch their breaths. "I still love you". She said, feeling her cheeks grow hot. He smiled up at her and pushed her off onto her back before crawling on top of her and pressing his lips to hers again.
"I still love you too".
The end
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summary: y/n tries growing in her grief at hilltop.
pairing: carl grimes x female reader
a/n: ya’llllllll thank you so much for loving the first part!!! i’d actually written pt1 a year ago and never rlly planned to ever make a pt2 but ask and you shall receive lolol, hope you like!!
*read part 1 here*
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“todays the day rick n carl should be gettin here,” maggie said, sending a spoon with tomato soup into her mouth, “you ready to see him?”
i released a shaky breath, playing with my own bowl of food as my starved appetite vanished. i stared at the red, swirling liquid. “i don’t know.”
“a month wasn’t enough time apart?” she asked, eyeing me cautiously.
i hadn’t wanted to repeat myself, but i had no other answer. “i- i don’t know.”
it hadnt seemed like a month apart. i would’ve sworn it had been yesterday i walked out of alexandria alone, two duffel bags in my hand and a gun, ready to fend off anything or anyone that crossed my path.
but it had been a month, the longest we’d ever been apart. and i missed him more than anything.
it still didn’t shake my hesitancy, my worry that the moment we spend time alone we’ll go back to disagreements and fighting and perhaps, i’d never go back to alexandria again. and that’ll be the end of us. till one of dies and the other is forced to reconcile the fact that we’d never made up.
it scared me to see him. to see death again.
“well,” maggie swallowed again, her short hair bristling in the chilly air from the open window, “i think when you see him, that’s when you’ll really know.”
i nodded slowly, my eyes still trained on my soup.
she stood up out of the chair, “i need to find greg, talk to him ‘bout a few things.” she eyed me again, noticing my static, unmoving position. “you’ll be alright while i’m gone?”
i looked up at her then, not wanting her to worry, “i’ll be fine, mags.”
she gave me a small, reassuring smile and a kiss on the crown of my head before she went off, and i was left in my thoughts.
luckily, maggie’s trailer provided a lot of privacy, and knowing the tenants at hilltop, i wouldn’t be disturbed.
i stared off to a chip in the paint, thinking.
——
“i can come with you.”
“carl-“
“why can’t i just take you to hilltop and leave?”
“because, carl, don’t-“
“it’s dangerous, y/n, and reckless-“
“carl-“
“and stupid-“
“would you stop interrupting me!”
he went quiet then, his burly arms crossed over his flannel chest, eye staring daggers into my figure.
we stood by the door to our house, two duffel bags leaning against the wall i so desperately wanted to pick up and run out.
i knew despite him saying he wouldn’t stop me going, it wouldn’t eliminate the imminent last ditch effort fight from occurring.
“you told me you’d let me go.” i said slowly, as if reprimanding a child, “don’t go back on your word.”
he rolled his eyes, “god forbid i don’t want you out there by yourself! have my dad take you for fucks sake just don’t-“ he pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling stressfully, “don’t go by yourself.”
“i can take care of myself, carl.” i spat, feeling anger surge through me at his distrust in me. “i’ve survived this long.”
“you never know what can happen out there.” he threw his hands up, “or here! yesterday, that dick’s gun was to your head in this fucking room!”
i felt his rage, i voiced his yells. it made my head spiral that i were still trapped in alexandria, suffocating in this broken reflection of my relationship that could barely withstand some independence.
but, bringing myself to reality, i also knew his fear, knew the dread at the unknown. knew the loss he was experiencing even while i was still standing in front of him, alive and breathing.
i shuddered out a breath, walking over to him to put my hands sturdily on his shoulders.
i looked up at him, watching his anger dissipate when we locked eyes.
“i know you’re scared for me,” i said softly, talking quickly before he’d have a chance, “but i need you to trust me.”
“y/n-“
“no,” i put my finger to his soft lips, “let me finish.”
i brought my hand down, his eye watching my finger fall from his flesh.
“i’ll send a letter the second i get to hilltop, so you know i’m safe,” i swallowed, “i’ll have my gun loaded and extra ammo, anything i could scavenge up from the armory.”
his eyebrow relaxed, listening to me talk.
“this is what we’re made for now,” i shook him a bit and sent him a weary smile to ease his tension, “we’re made to do these things on our own.”
he exhaled shakily, nodding to fool himself into thinking he’d allow this, that he’d watch me walk away from him into trees of undead and alive.
i leaned up to his face, our noses brushing every so slightly. my heart boomed in my chest, beating so hard i swore he could hear it himself. maybe it was both of our hearts, desperate to intertwine again.
“do you trust me?” i whispered softly, so our lips grazed.
i heard him swallow, and the breath from his nose fan my face.
“yeah,”
i pulled back at that, knowing if we kissed, for the first time since…, i knew i’d lose the battle to my heart and stay.
i grabbed the two duffel bags and locked my palm around the doorknob.
looking over my shoulder, i sent a reassuring smile, “i’ll see you when we’re okay.”
he didn’t respond, and while it sent a jolt to my gut of disappointment and guilt, i turned back and opened the door.
“y/n,” i heard him say, just as i left.
i barely looked over my shoulder.
“i love you.”
i bit my lip, finally, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
“i love you, too.”
and the door shut.
——
crossing the lines to hilltop and realizing who i’d be seeing almost sent me running the other direction.
fear of maggie’s state of being gave me a headache as i drew closer to the entrance, and once i was close enough in view, could see her faint outline on a lookout post illuminated by the bright sun behind her.
i knew she saw me when i heard a voice scream my name.
she disappeared from the post and soon the large, wooden doors opened. i ran the rest of the way, dropping my bags and falling tiredly into her expectant arms.
as much as i told myself i’d stay strong for her, the smell of her hair and the memories of that night came sweeping back and i sobbed, wet and noisily, into her chest that shook with her own cries.
i didn’t realize we’d fallen to the floor till i felt my exposed knees sting from skimming the rough dirt.
“what-“ she sniffled, a sob breaking through her, “what are you doing here?”
i took a shaky breath in, trying to compose myself, “i came to see you.”
she frowned, burying her face back into my shoulder.
we cried a few more moments, let ourselves drown in glenn’s absence, in front of all the onlookers who just watched silently.
i pulled back, dread creeping into my stomach when i looked at maggie’s
“the-“ i swallowed, “the baby-“
“fine,” she answered quickly, stroking tears off my cheeks and sending me a faint smile, “just fine.”
i breathed a sigh of relief, nodding at the scarce good news before standing and helping her up, too.
she looked healthier than the last time i saw her, fatter in her face and her arms. her stomach barely bulged as a reminder a part of glenn resided there.
behind her i saw sasha standing, her arms folded. even from far away, i could tell she just looked even worse, instead of better.
i sent her my best sympathetic smile, receiving one back but knowing deep down, it was just another lie to comfort me.
i looked to maggie, gripping her forearms, “take me to him.”
seeing glenn’s grave, surprisingly, comforted me more than disturbed me. to know we had him, safe under dirt and bugs, but still, safe. better than laying out in the gravel, for prying, evil eyes to view him.
he was returned back to us in less than one piece, but his soul was whole with us.
i held maggie’s hand as we looked down, a few flowers resting over the raised patch of dirt.
i swallowed harshly, “what would he think now?”
“of what?” she asked softly, our eyes never wavering from the ground.
“of carl and i. of what’s been destroyed.”
i felt her squeeze my hand, “you and carl aren’t destroyed.”
i shook my head, feeling tears blur my vision and my nose sting.
she continued, “you’re right for the time apart, to grieve separately if that’s what you need.”
“is it enough?” i asked brokenly, finally looking at her.
she gestured our intertwined hands to glenn’s grave.
“ask him.”
and so i did.
i spoke to glenn’s grave everyday. sometimes scattered stories of our memories, from the prison, from on the road. sometimes i cried so hard i couldn’t breathe under the empty dusk, sometimes i laughed so hard my stomach hurt. sometimes i sat in silence.
but mostly i talked about carl.
——
if i stared hard enough at that paint chip, i could’ve sworn the wall tore a bit more right before my eyes.
i knew who i had to see, to remind me this absence was for something, that i’d grown in my grief.
my feet carried me to his grave, hidden away behind maggie’s trailer. i sat down comfortably in front of it, hugging my knees to my chest.
“are we okay?” i whispered to the air. “will i see you in him?”
“was all of this for nothing? will it always be this way, glenn?” i wiped my hand over my nose.
i let out a shaky breath at the thought, “can we overcome this?”
“yes.”
my head whipped around, and i saw carl, standing with his arms at his sides, tears filling up his ocean eye.
it gave me whiplash how fast i stood up and launched myself into his unexpecting arms. they rested limp for a moment, but quickly moved to hug my torso tightly, lifting my feet slightly off the grass as i wedged my head between his neck.
we pulled back slightly to stare at each other, and i searched his face for the blood, for the black line, for the axe.
i smiled softly when i realized all i saw were glenn’s memories.
happy memories, of the hot days at the prison when we sweat so hard playing tag, of playing a dusty board game in alexandria the first night when we were too hesitant to sleep, of watching his love with maggie and seeing it reflected in carl and i.
“why’re you smiling?” he whispered, his own face pulling to reveal a grin. he knew.
i leaned in closer, tipping his sheriffs hat up so our noses could brush.
“because i don’t see it, not anymore.” i finally let our lips touch, a kiss that sent flames bursting in my stomach and my fingers to shake with anticipation.
he leaned into the kiss, and i felt the breath on my face at his sigh of relief.
i knew he knew what i meant when i saw the tiny twinkle in his eyes reappear looking at me, knowing he felt the same.
i pulled back ever too quickly, evident in how he leaned in again.
but before i gave him the chance to kiss me again, i let my smile burst through.
we all had a long way to go, people to kill and more people to lose, but in this moment, right in this moment:
“i see you now.” i said.
and that was enough.
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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader
warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)
author’s note: things are picking up now xx
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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars
Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.
She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.
There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.
- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.
- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.
- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.
- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.
- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.
- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.
- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.
- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.
- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?
- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.
- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?
- I have a thermos, thank you.
Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.
- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.
- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.
- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.
- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.
- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.
- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.
- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...
He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.
- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.
- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.
- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.
- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.
- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?
- That it none of your business, Sergeant.
- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.
- You're not HR, you're the CEO.
- Maybe I multitask, how about that?
- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?
- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.
Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.
- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.
- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?
- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.
- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...
- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.
- I know but if it had gone well ...
- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.
- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.
Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.
- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.
- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.
- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.
- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?
- Who said I was mad at you?
- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.
Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.
- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?
- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.
- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.
- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.
(...)
When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.
Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.
She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.
She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.
(...)
The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.
- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.
- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?
- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?
- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.
Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.
- What do you need Davis?
- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.
- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.
- My Y/N.
- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?
- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.
Oh, this was fun.
- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.
- Oh ...
- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.
(...)
Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.
- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.
He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.
- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?
- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?
- What?
- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?
- Oh shut up!
- Small dick?
- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.
- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.
- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?
- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?
- Why won't you shut up?
- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.
- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.
- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.
- I have been to Le Coucou.
- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.
- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.
- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.
- You're a dick, Bucky.
Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.
- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.
- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.
- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.
- Y/N, let's go.
- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...
- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.
- But yo ...
- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.
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Obvious - Fezco
Summary: You insist on meeting your cousin Rue's drug dealer and an interesting friendship develops in the process.
Fezco x Reader
Word Count: 4,840
Author's Note: Started this in March of 2022 and it's finally getting posted lol. This is my first Fezco fic since Angus' passing which is so hard to type I'm crying at that. I still miss him. A lot. Dividers from @firefly-graphics
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Rue was your closest cousin. Not that you had many, and the few you did have lived somewhere outside of East Highland, but that was beside the point. She was a year younger than you, so the two of you spent most of your childhood glued to one another. When her dad died, you saw the toll it took on her. You realized then that she started using but she played it off like she had it all under control. That’s what an addict does. Eventually you did confront her about it. She said it was mostly weed, so you let it slide. One day she had you drive her to restock her supply. That’s when you met Fezco for the first time.
“So you’re the guy selling my baby cousin drugs,” you blurted out after Rue did a quick introduction then started making her way to Ashtray behind the refrigerated drinks.
“Y/N, what the fuck,” Rue shouted at you annoyed. “You’re only a year older than me.”
“A year and three months,” you corrected. You only got specific with the three months to annoy Rue. You crossed your arms over your chest as you eyed the ginger sitting on the counter in front of you. “And how old are you?”
Fez observed you carefully. It’s not everyday some random person immediately brings up him selling drugs directly to his face. Especially a cute random person. “You always talk to new people like this?”
“Only when my cousin’s health is at stake.” You sighed and shook your head. “Look, I don’t have beef with you. I realized a while ago that Rue’s gonna do what she wants. I just want to make sure she’s being safe about it... well, as safe as you can get with drugs.”
Fez nodded along as you spoke understanding your concern for your cousin. He knew Rue wasn’t going around promoting that she was doing drugs or that he sold. You were just looking out for her. “I get it.”
“I’ve heard too many stories about people overdosing on Fentanyl or something they didn’t know was laced with Fentanyl. I don’t want to find out that happened to my cousin.”
“You don’t have to worry, ma. I don’t mess with that shit. All my stuff is good.”
You squinted at him taking in his words. “Better be. Otherwise I’m gonna kick your ass.”
Fez chuckled. He didn’t doubt for a second you wouldn’t fight behind Rue. “Understood.”
“You go to school with Rue? I ain’t never seen you ‘round before.” Fez went to most of the East Highland High School parties to deal. Since he’s never seen you there, either you didn’t go to that school, or you didn’t go to parties. Either way, he was missing out on you. 
“Oh God, no,” you said. “I go to Centenary.”
“Oh, so you smart smart.” You smiled and rolled your eyes at Fezco’s statement, and he decided right then and there that was something he wanted to see more of.
“Something like that,” you replied giggling.
“You ready to go, Y/N,” Rue popped up practically out of no where and asked. Damn, why did Rue have to be so quick.
“Uhh, yeah,” you said to your cousin. Rue shoved her hands into her dad’s old maroon jacket and started to walk out the store. You turned to Fezco and said, “I’m gonna be watching you, sir.”
Fez smiled at the thought. “I look forward to it, ma.”
After that, you made a few impromptu trips to Fez’s store without Rue. You told him your grandma lived in the neighborhood, which she did, so it wasn’t a lie. But Fez did point out that before Rue, you had never came to the store before. 
“I mean I could always go somewhere else for my carbonated beverages if you want,” you said as you turned on your heel to leave the store without making your usual purchase.
“Nah,” Fez replied grabbing your wrist stopping you, “I ain’t say all that.”
When your mom told you that Rue overdosed, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Maybe if you had told your Aunt Leslie what Rue was doing, she could have got some help. But you knew Rue. Ever since her dad’s death she had been struggling. She would have to finally deal with that grief if she was going to stop, and you knew that was the last thing she wanted to do.
A few days after Rue’s overdose, you went to visit Fezco. You weren’t sure if he knew or not. Even though he was her dealer, he was close to Rue, so you thought he should know. And it would be better coming from you than to hear it on the street.
“Well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N,” Fezco greeted you with a smile on his face. 
You tried to smile at the red head, but it was weak. “Hey Fezco.”
“What’s wrong,” Fez asked, immediately knowing something was up.
You walked to him fiddling with your fingers nervous to tell him about your cousin. “Uh... it’s Rue,” you said looking up at him with somber eyes. “She overdosed.”
Fez’s face became tense. He didn’t question it. He wasn’t shocked, just sad.
You couldn’t take looking into his piercing blue eyes any longer and set your eyes on the candy on the counter. “She’s still at the hospital going through withdrawals. Aunt Leslie’s going to put her in rehab when she gets out.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Fez said as he placed his hand on your arm to comfort you. Your eyes met his again and you could tell he genuinely felt bad.
“Its..,” you paused and laughed. “I was going to say it’s okay, but its not. She didn’t die, so that’s great but... I didn’t know it was this bad with her.”
Fez dropped his hand and leaned against the counter behind him. “Why’d you come here, ma?”
You looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? Rue’s your friend, I thought you should know.”
“She is but... you ain’t come here to blame me?”
You were taken aback. “No, Fez. It’s not your fault. Rue made a choice. And if she didn’t get her drugs from you, it would be someone else.”
Fez was quiet as he took in what you said. You wanted to, no, needed him to understand this wasn’t his fault. 
“Listen to me Fezco. Rue’s got a lot of problems that she has to deal with. She was using drugs to cope with her grief. I know you wouldn’t want her to OD. I’d rather know she was going to you for her fix, than some random guy who didn’t give two shits about whether or not she lived or died. So I don’t want you putting any of this on yourself, okay?”
Fez gave a small nod to let you knew he understood. You don’t know if he actually believed what you said, but you were glad it was out there. 
Over the summer, you visited the store more frequently. You did see him outside the store once at a pool party. Of course you pointed out that you’d never seen him at a party before. Your crowd was a little different than the East Highland High School bunch. Fez played it off though, but you knew he was only there for you. 
An unexpected hangout occurred one evening when you stopped by the store on a cloudy day. The flow of customers was already crazy slow, then it started raining and store had been empty besides you, Fez, and Ash for the last hour.  
“Aye, bro, can we go home? I’m bored as shit,” Ash said coming from behind the refrigerators. 
Fez looked to you sitting on top of the freezer that held the popsicles and ice-cream before he spoke. “Uh, yeah. Go head and pack up.”
You hopped off your self designated spot in store. “Welp, I guess that’s my queue to head home.” 
“Nah,” Fez said and stopped you in your tracks. “You ain’t gotta go home.”
“But I gotta get outta here,” you interrupted giggling. 
“Nah, ma. I was finna say you could come to my place and hang... if you want.”
Your eyebrows shot up. Fez’s and your relationship mostly consisted of you just hanging out at his store while he worked. The two of you texted every now and then, but that was about it. 
“Oh... Uh, sure,” you managed to stammer out. Then you realized that didn’t sound very enthusiastic so you added, “Yeah, I’d love to come over.”
You followed Fez and Ashtray home in your car since you drove yourself to the store. You were anxious the whole way there and the rain definitely wasn’t helping. 
Fez’s place looked homey. The living room felt familiar; the couches reminding you of your grandma’s house. 
“You want anythin’ to drank,” Fez asked making his way to the kitchen.
“Uh, no, I’m good. Thanks though,” you replied slowly making your way to where he went. It was always awkward the first time you went over to a friend’s house. 
Fez reappeared from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. He eyed you for a second before speaking. “You want to watch a movie or somethin’?”
The rest of the evening was spent on Fez’s couch, watching old 90′s movies. Even Ashtray joined you for one. It was nice. It felt normal, not like you somehow became friends with you cousin’s drug dealer.
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“Oh my God, Fezzy,” you shouted excitedly. “You won’t believe- Rue,” you paused when you saw your cousin coming from the back door that led to Ashtray. You glanced at Fez, then back to Rue. “What are you doing here?”
“Just popped in for a visit,” Rue answered. Her hands fidgeted in her pockets of her dad’s jacket. 
“Unhuh...,” you hummed knowing she didn’t just stop by to see the boys.
“What are you doing here,” Rue asked curious.
“I came by to see Fez,” you stated quickly. “You just got out of rehab, Rue.”
Rue rolled her eyes at you. “Yeah, and I had no plans on staying clean. I learned my lesson cuz. I know my limits now.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “You only know your limits cause you overdosed Rue! You almost died!”
“Key word being almost.”
“Oh my God,” you shook your head again turning away from the conversation. “I’ll talk to you later, Fez,” you said then turned to walk out of the store.
“Hey, Y/N,” Rue said and you stopped in your tracks. “You’re not gonna tell my mom are you?”
You huffed exhausted by your cousin. You telling her mom should be the least of her concerns. You still faced the door but turned your head to look at Rue. Your eyes glossed over with frustrated tears. “I wish you cared about yourself like the rest of us do.” 
Two weeks went by before you saw Fez again. The ginger was starting to think you blamed him for Rue’s relapse. Even though you had told him Rue made a choice to do drugs so it wasn’t his fault, your silence made him think you thought otherwise now. 
It was Sunday afternoon when Fez heard someone at his door. He looked through the peephole and saw you, then quickly opened the door.
“What’s up, ma?”
“Hey... I went by the store first but you weren’t there. I know I should have called or something, but I just wanted to see you.”
“Nah, you good. I’m just surprised is all.”
“Is this a bad time?”
“Nah, come in,” Fez said then stepped to the side to let you in. 
“Thanks,” you replied as you walked past him. You had only been in Fez’s place once, but it felt familiar. You just stood in the entry way while Fez closed the door. “Um, can we talk?”
“Yeah, come on,” Fez said nodding towards the living room. 
Fez took his usual place on the couch and you followed suit sitting beside him.
“I’m sorry about ghosting you these last two weeks,” you said, not being able to make eye contact with him. You felt guilty for ignoring him even though your issues were with Rue. Fez just sat there quiet. He wasn’t a man of many words, but you needed him to say something. “Not to sound cliché, but it was me not you.”
“It sure felt like it was because of me,” Fez said.
You turned on the couch to face him more. “It wasn’t, Fez. I promise. I’m mad at Rue, and I didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“Yeah, but she got her drugs from me and Ash. I could have told her no.”
“And then she would have thrown a fit and went somewhere else. Probably somewhere dangerous.” 
“Why you keep makin’ excuses for me? You shouldn’t be anywhere near me.”
“What,” you asked, your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Fez, no, I don’t want to be anywhere else but near you.” You spoke before you could realize what you were saying but it was true. Fez finally looked towards you and you averted his eyes. The silence was too loud. You were careful with your next words. “If I have to tell you every day, then I will,” you said slowly then looked back up at him. “Rue’s choice to do drugs, and keep doing them after her OD, is hers and hers alone. It’s not your fault.” 
Fez took in what you said and how it made him feel then began to shake his head. “Nah, y/n. You tryin’ to justify it still don’t make it right.”
“Fine,” you said exhausted, throwing your hands up in the air. “It’s not right! Rue coping with drugs. You selling her drugs. None of it is right, okay! But Rue is family and you’re my friend. So I’m not going anywhere,” you shouted then just fell back into the couch crossing your arms over your chest. 
Fez just watched you from his place on the couch. Anger and annoyance evident on your face. The situation sucked, but Fez didn’t want to lose you. He was worried if Rue overdosed again, not only would he lose a sister, but you would never forgive him. Regardless of how much you told him it wasn’t his fault she was on drugs, he was the supplier. But, if you wanted to keep being friends with him, who was he to tell you no. 
“Aight, ma,” Fez drawled out in his usual tone. 
“Aight what,” you asked for clarification. 
“You’re right... and stubborn,” Fez said, trying to stifle a laugh. 
You eyed him cautiously. “Elaborate.” 
Fez stayed sitting forward, but turned his head turned towards you and let it fall back on the couch. “Rue’s gonna find a way to do drugs whether or not I give them to her. She was on them before she met me.”
You uncrossed your arms resting them in your lap as you sighed feeling sorry about your cousin. You hated the mess she got in and wished for nothing more than her sobriety. While you were thinking about Rue, Fez’s hand grabbed your forearm then slid down to your hand, pulling it so it was on the empty cushion space between you two, so he could hold it.
“And you’re right about us being friends,” Fez continued. You bit your lip trying to stop your grin from getting too big, and Fez returned a small smile. 
After that day, you had seen less of Fez than you usually had in the summer. It was your senior year, so you were busy trying to keep your grades up while staying active in your clubs. You explained your schedule to Fez so he didn’t trip at the fact that he was seeing less of you. 
Things between you and Rue were strained. After you talked to Fez, you talked to your cousin and told her if she kept doing drugs you weren’t going to stick around and watch her kill herself. You were no longer holding any sympathy for what she was going through. Your Aunt Leslie and Gia managed to keep living without having their grief hold them back, why couldn’t Rue at least try? But Rue became spiteful, not caring that you were cutting yourself off from her. 
You missed how things were in the summer. No stress. Rue was in rehab so you knew she was safe. Spending afternoons at Fez’s store. Missing Fez was how you found yourself at an East Highland party. One of your friends brought it up and you were quick to agree to the outing. You knew he would be dealing at the party, and that was more than enough of a reason to go.
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“Hey,” Rue said plopping down on the couch by Fez.
“What’s up, kid?”
“What’s going on with you and my cousin,” Rue asked, cutting straight to the chase. She was never one to beat around the bush.
“Whatchu mean,” Fez asked.
“Y/N doesn’t do parties. Especially not East Highland parties. And I know she’s not here for me.”
“Shit, she might be here for you,” Fez replied nonchalantly but he was hoping you were here for him. He missed seeing you on a regular basis. 
“Nah, she’s not even talking to me right now. Cut me off cause I won’t stop using. Trying to teach me a lesson or some shit,” Rue said while she rolled her eyes. “So much for family.”
“Don’t say that shit, Rue.” Fez was getting agitated, because he knew how much you cared for her. “That girl loves you. She just wants you to do better.”
“If she loved me, she wouldn’t leave,” Rue argued, her shoulders tensing up. 
“Nah, kid. That’s not how love works. She just doesn’t want to sit around and watch you kill yo’self.”
Rue sat there stunned, your words replaying in her head. “That’s exactly what Y/N told me... how much have you two been hanging out?”
Fez just shook his head as he took his blunt from behind his ear and lit it. “She misses you. Talk to her, Rue.”
You had been at the party for about an hour now. Attempting to play it cool as if Fez wasn’t the sole reason for you being there, you were trying to wait before you went and actually spoke to him. You noticed him a few minutes after you arrived. The two of you made eye contact and waved, but that was it.
Finally managing to leave your friends, you were making your way to Fezco when Rue stepped in front of you.
“Oh sor- hey Rue.”
“Hey, cuz,” Rue said. She looked... nervous. She was fidgeting with her jacket’s hood strings. Her eyes looking practically everywhere else but at you. “Um, can we talk for a sec?”
You looked past her to see Fez still sitting on the couch. Some guy coming up to him to make a deal. “Uh, yeah. Of course. Let’s step outside.”
Rue nodded, then you both made your way to the front door. There was too much going on in the backyard to have a private conversation there. You opened the door and let Rue step out into the cool night air first. 
You leaned against one of the front porch beams while Rue just stood there awkwardly and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. 
The silence between you two was awkward which was a first. You tried to wait for Rue to speak, but she struggled to find the words.
“What’s up, Rue?”
“Umm, I just- I,” Rue stammered out while she fidgeted in her spot. “Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N. We’ve never not talked to each other like this and I hate it. I miss you.”
You sighed, sorrow filling your eyes. “I miss you, too, cousin.”
Rue’s eyes glossed over as she started to smile. “Uh, I haven’t been using as much anymore.”
You reached out and placed your hand on her wrist for a moment. “That’s great.”
Rue nodded, her eyes dogging around. “Yeah... I met someone.”
“Oh,” you replied, your eyebrows rising up in surprise. You were thrilled Rue was using less, but you knew if her sobriety was because of a person, it wouldn’t last long. “Do I know them?”
“No, she’s new. Her name is Jules.”
“Jules,” you repeated, making sure you pronounced it right.
Rue nodded, her smile growing bigger. “Yeah, she’s here tonight. Pretty blonde in the bright pink mini skirt.”
“You look happy.”
She ran her fingers through her curls, pushing her hair back. “I’m working on it.”
It was quiet for a moment as you looked down at your cousin. “Hey, Rue.”
“Yeah?”
“I know we haven’t been talking, but... you know I’m here if you need me.” You placed your hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
“I know,” Rue said nodding. Then you placed your other hand on her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. Since you were on the step above her, you towered over her in the hug so you sat your chin on her head.
“Okay... you can let go now, Y/N,” Rue said after you were holding onto her a little too long.
“No, gotta make up for lost time,” you said, hugging her tighter.
“It wasn’t that much time.”
“It felt like forever,” you said dragging out the r then placing a bunch of kisses on Rue’s head.
“Ew, okay okay, I get it,” Rue said squirming in your arms. “Why don’t you go and kiss Fez?”
You stopped abruptly, pulling back slightly to look down at Rue. “Why would you say that? Did he... did he say something to you?”
Rue gently pushed herself out of your arms. “No, but it’s obvious something is happening between you two.”
“What,” you asked shaking your head, nervously running your hand over your hair. “Nothing’s happening. We’re just friends.”
“Yeah, friends who wanna fuck,” Rue replied. She was always the blunt one in the family. 
“Rue!”
“Am I wrong,” she asked, her eyes on you.
“Uhh-I mean...”
“Un huh. Just tell him how you feel,” Rue said as she started to make her way back into the party.
“You say that like it’s so easy.”
Rue turned around so she was walking backwards now. “It is when the other person likes you back.” Then she turned back around and you lost sight of her in the sea of people.
“But...,” you shouted then began to whisper since you no longer saw her, “how do you know he likes me?”
Now you were nervous. You weren’t really one to flirt, at least not on purpose anyway. It was one thing to act normal around Fez and pretend you didn’t have a huge crush on him, it was another for someone to tell you he liked you and pretend to be normal. What if Rue was wrong? What if whatever sign she was getting from Fezco, was just him being a good friend, and not him being interested in you?
You made your way back into the party, but completely passed by the living room and went straight for the bathroom. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a line so you went right in. You locked the door then went to the mirror to look at yourself. Everything was still in place. Your lipstick was perfect. Your hair styled the way you liked it. Now, if only you could get that look of fear off your face. 
“Breath, Y/N,” you said to yourself. You took a long exhale then inhaled. “Rue wouldn’t lie to you... well, maybe about drugs but not about this. And it’s Fez. Just put out some feelers to see where his head is at.” You nodded at yourself then turned the faucet on to splash a little water on yourself. Then your eyes grew wide as you thought, looking at yourself in the mirror again. “But what if he’s just being nice? IT’S FEZ! He’d never intentionally be mean to me. So how will I know if he’s only being polite and not actually flirting with me. Ughh!”
You dried your hand on a nearby towel then turned away from the mirror. You took some deep breaths to try and shake off the nervous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. “Okay. It’s fine. You’re fine.” You thought about every time you hung out with Fez over the summer. Going to his house for the first time. Him giving you candy for free at the store. Him holding your hand on his couch. Fez was a good friend and you didn’t want to lose that, but you couldn’t keep holding your feelings for the ginger in. 
“Hey Y/N,” Fezco said once you stopped in front of him. A small smile growing on his lips. Somehow his eyes managed to shimmer in the crappy living room lighting. 
“Uh can you give me a ride home? I don’t feel so hot and I can’t find my friends.”
Technically it wasn’t a lie. You didn’t feel great. Your anxiety about asking Fez how he felt about you made you sick to your stomach.
“Sure thing, ma,” Fez replied, getting up from the couch without a second thought. Add that to the list of reasons you liked Fez. He would drop everything for you. The party wasn’t done so there was still money to be made, yet here he was, walking you out the party to his car.
The ride was quiet and awkward which was unusual. You only felt awkward around Fez when you had to bring up Rue’s drug addiction. Glancing over at Fez, he was oblivious to the worry that was going on in your head. His eyes focused on the dark road ahead as he nodded along to the music. The streetlights highlighting his freckles as you drove through the neighborhood. 
“Do you like me,” you asked, interrupting Fez.
Fez’s eyes left the road for a moment confused at your sudden change in the conversation. He readjusted himself in his spot before he spoke. “Yeah, course I like you. Wouldn’t be giving you a ride home if I didn’t.”
You shook your head annoyed. “No, Fez. I mean do you like like me? Like if we were in middle school and you found a note in your locker that said ‘do you like me? Yes or no.’ Which one would you circle?”
“Oh.”
Oh. OH! What did he mean by oh. Your brain was running a mile a minute now. Fez better say something else and quick. 
After what felt like forever, but was only about 5 seconds. “Yeah... thought it was obvious I was feelin’ you.” 
You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. “Obvious?”
“Yeah, I mean I thought you was real cute that first day you came in the store grillin’ me about what I was sellin’ Rue.” Fez chuckled to himself remembering that day.
“You thought I was cute,” you asked baffled. This was all so confusing for you. 
Fez shook his head, eyes still focused on the road. “You gonna just keep repeating everything I’m sayin?”
“Uhh, yeah,” you replied, your eyes wide trying to prosses what he was saying to you. “It doesn’t make sense and you’re being so nonchalant about this.”
“How am I supposed to be?”
“I don’t know,” you answered, your hands flailing around. “Not like this! Just a minute ago I was freaking out wondering if I would ruin our friendship, or if there was even the slightest chance you liked me back... and you do. My brain can’t comprehend.” 
Fezco put his car in park and you realized you were in front of you house. “Well, comprehend, ma.”
You slouched back in your seat staring out at the road ahead of you taking it all in. Rue was right. “What do we do now?”
Fez reached over the center console and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Well, we could start with a date?”
You turned at looked at Fez, biting your lip to stop your smile from getting too big. “I’d like that,” you said, nodding your head.
“Cool,” Fez said smiling. 
“Cool,” you repeated grinning right back. 
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just staring at one another. 
“You know what. I’m feeling way better now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah... don’t think I’m quite ready to go inside yet.”
“You got something in mind?”
“Not really,” you said, pausing to think for a second. “Just not ready to leave you yet,” you replied, squeezing his hand a little while rubbing your thumb back and forth on the back of his hand.
Fezco’s checks got incredibly hotter as he looked away from you avoiding your eyes. He let go of your hand and put his car back in drive beginning to drive off then said, "I think I know a place."
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scekrex · 18 days
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Hello💕💕💕💕 me again I just really love your story's and I would like to be known has '💕💕'<3 another request 💕hurt/fluff 💕
💕Adopted child male reader x parent Adam, were reader died from his father and went to heaven but doesn't have a place to stay of course his like 2 and Sera does not know to do with him so she just give him to Adam and told him to just keep him for a while to find someone willing to take care of y/n.💕
💕While Adam first saw y/n he just take cared for the kid and kept on saying how the kid was soo annoying, after a few months he started to actually started to get attached with y/n but then Sera asked Adam for the y/n back because she found a orphanage that will like to take care of y/n and maybe find a real family but Adam quickly refused saying that he would like to keep y/n so Sera was alright.💕
💕So after a few 10 years y/n and Adam became inseparable! Going to their favorite bands and y/n knowing how to play the electric guitar and even the drums. This year y/n wants to go and see his dad killing those sinners but Adam isn't too sure on letting his son but he let him because he kept on begging him to come so he allowed it just this once and to try stay close to Lute ( Lute is kinda like a babysitter for Y/n ).💕
💕Y/n was rooting for his father while he was fighting with Lucifer ( more like Lucifer fighting with Adam) until when Adam fell on the floor while Lucifer was punching Adam, then Charlie said that Adam had enough before y/n could run to his father and tell him if they could go home now the little red demon girl stabbed his father, y/n quickly ran towards his father grabbing the girl out of his father, crying fat tears and keep on saying "please don't go, dad" ( or whatever you want)💕
You can write the ending I am too lazy 🙃
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Okay so I've never written child reader before so I hope it matches your expectations! xoxo/p
Born to Lose
pairing: dad!Adam & child!male!reader (platonic)
warnings: language, canon typical violence, major character death
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
The woman in the pretty white dress with the beautiful looking wings handed you over to that man with golden wings and long horns attached to his head, he looked a little grumpy.
“Why me though?” the first man asked, clearly displeased with the situation that had been forced onto him. What was he supposed to do with a two year old? Sure, he did have children back in the garden but… that was ages ago. He also had Eve back then, to help him raise them. How he was alone with nothing but you in his arms.
Sera was serious about this. A situation like that rarely happened and usually there had always been angels willing to take the child in, but not this time. Not when you had arrived in heaven. Your hands clumsily reached up to one of Adam's horns, you wrapped your small palm around it and giggled happily. Adam sighed. “I wish there would be a better, more permanent solution, it would be the best for the both of you, but sadly there isn't. It's either you taking him in or him ending up homeless.” Sera's words hung in the air for a moment before Adam sighed again, “Okay yeah, I'm taking him in. But fucking hurry up to find a family for that little shithead.” “Language,” Sera warned the first man who simply rolled his eyes at her before he flipped her off and left the building.
So he had to take care of a motherfucking two year old now. Fucking great, thanks for absolutely fucking nothing, god.
-
You were loud, most children your age were. Well, in Adam's defense, he didn't sign up to adopt a two year old. So he was allowed to complain about you. You needed constant attention, always silently begging to be lifted up into his arms by making grabby hands at him and considering that it was the only way Adam was able to get you to shut the fuck up, he carried you around more than he liked to.
You were a clingy, loud, annoying, stinky little brat and yet you made him soften up. Because carrying you around often resulted in the two of you playing. Adam would lift you up in the air, careful not to drop you of course, while you pretend to be flying - which one day you would be. He also complained about your nightly wake up sessions, how annoying and exhausting it was for him to get up at least five times a night to feed you, change your diapers, or simply give you whatever else it was you were craving.
Yet he loved you dearly and wouldn't give you up for anything.
He had already completely forgotten about what Sera had promised him. That she would find a permanent solution for your problem. To him, this was the permanent solution and he was more than fine with it. So when Sera had ordered him into her office and he had stepped inside with you sleeping in his arms, he was quite surprised to see other angels there too. “Who the fuck is that?” Adam asked as he steadied your little head that was resting on his shoulder. “Those are the people willing to take Y/N in, Adam,” the seraphim explained calmly to the first man, who turned his body away from the strangers in order to protect you. His wings were spread, working as a shield. “No fucking way, he's not leaving me now. I took care of this little fucker for the past six months, he's not going to live with somebody else now.” He pressed your little body a bit closer, yet he remained careful, the brunette had no intention in waking you up. And you remained asleep.
Sera folded her hands as she turned towards the angels that were there to pick you up, “As you can see, I'm very sorry to announce that Y/N will stay with Adam. He seems quite attached to the child and the young boy is visibly feeling comfortable around him. Therefore we don't need your service any longer.” And as soon as Sera had finished her little apology, Adam left the building. There was no need to stick around longer and possibly wake you up.
-
The years passed and before Adam knew it your twelfth birthday was in the past. Ten years had it been since the first man had been given the task to watch you, raise you. And he did. Once you had learned how to walk and fly, there was nothing that could possibly stop you in any form or way. Talking was also a skill you learned quite quickly, eager to repeat whatever Adam said. At first the first man had thought of it as annoying but he had quickly started to like that little habit of yours. It disappeared as you grew older though.
With six Adam had started to teach you how to play the electric guitar, music had always been a big thing in his parenting methods. He was a guitarist and singer, in God's holy name, of course he would raise you with music. So it had only been a matter of time until he took you to your first ever concert.
The drummer of Adam's band had insisted on teaching you how to play them after you had curiously asked him how he managed to stay so focused on it while also looking ‘badass’.
So. You were twelve, that was fucking old if someone were to ask you. Old enough to join Adam on extermination day. That had been a thing ever since he had adopted you, probably even before. But your father had always told you that you were too young. This year however, you weren't going to back down so easily.
“C’mon dad, you've taught me how to fight, I can defend myself okay? I'm not some whiney, helpless bitch like the other angels up here,” you begged your father.
Ah yes, the language. Your vocabulary was definitely heavily inspired by Adam. A thing Sera disliked, but had stopped commenting on. She still hoped you'd grow into it and learn how to articulate yourself properly.
Adam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he furrowed his brows, “Jesus, okay, okay, fuck, yeah fine.” He had given in. He had officially allowed you to fight by his side during the extermination. “But you're not leaving my side and if you do, only in company with Lute.” That was something you could agree on. Lute was the most badass bitch you've ever met after all.
-
So extermination day rolled around quicker than Adam had liked it too, if he were to make the decisions, he'd skip it simply because that would mean you'd be safe, instead of being surrounded by demon fuck-ups. But he had already agreed, there was no taking it back now.
-
Adam was slammed into the ground, neither you nor Lute were in sight as it happened. Lucifer only showed mercy once his daughter reminded him. Adam crawled out of the crater, blood dripping from his face, his body was in pure pain.
You saw him, you also saw the little demon girl that was sneaking up behind him. But things went down way too quick. The little girl pulled out a dagger and stabbed Adam with it. Your father fell face first onto the ground. Pain shot through your body, not physically but emotionally. “Dad,” you screamed as you flew over to his body, the little girl sat proudly on his back. You grabbed her by her throat, your hand was wrapped around it tightly, strategically cutting off her air supply as you ripped the dagger from her tiny hands and lifted it, the tip pointing to her eye. And then you stabbed her.
As you pulled the dagger out, her eye popped out of its socket and blood covered your hands. You stabbed her again, this time in her chest. And again. And again.
The body in your hands went limp and you threw her away carelessly. “Dad, stay with me,” you dropped to your knees next to his head, pulling him onto your lab, “C’mon dad I wanna go home.” Tears started to well up in your eyes as Adam opened his eyes to look at you. His usually bright eyes seemed so lifeless, so dead. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks and hit his face. “Don’t go dad, don't fucking leave me,” the brunette simply shot you a weak smile of thankfulness. Thankfulness that he didn't have to die alone, that you were there.
it was Lute who came up behind you to rest her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N,” she spoke so softly yet her voice sounded hurt, “He’s gone,” she stated as Adam's eyes fell shut. “No,“ you screamed as you pulled away from her touch and pressed your father's dead body against your chest, “He’s not- he's Adam, he can't-”
In the background Charlie, surprised, asked, “Adam had a son?” Lucifer nodded, “Well, he isn't one of the kids I know, he must either be heaven born or adopted, but Adam sure is a father.” Something tore in Charlie at the sight.
“Dad- Adam,” you hiccuped as Lute grabbed Adam's halo. “Y/N, we have to go,” but you shook your head violently, “I’m not leaving without my fucking father, don't even try it.” The lieutenant sighed heavily before agreeing to take him with you, to take him back to heaven.
You got up from the ground, straightened your back and spread your wings proudly as you and Lute picked up Adam and carried him to the portal the leader of the exorcists had opened only a couple of hours ago.
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Say it. {M.S}
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*AN~ this is a lil long ngl but it is SO worth it i swear. I literally love this sm and i’m willing to write a part two with smut in it but this one is just cutesies and angst and just ughhhh😫
pairing: matt x reader, friends to enemies to lovers (it’s a long ride yall😭)
~warnings~ fluff, cursing
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summary: y/n and Matt had an unbreakable bond until y/n’s 16th birthday when an argument took place that changed their dynamic and now, y/n’s 17th birthday is coming up and she really wants her best friend back and the world is working in her favor because Matt ends up offering her driving lessons where feelings are re hatched.
“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” I say to Chris as i hit my forehead on the steering wheel in frustration. 
 “I’m starting to think you’re right. This is the sixth curb you’ve hit in the last 20 minutes.” I turn my head at him and shoot him a snide look. 
“It’s not y/n’s fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to teach her to drive. You can barely drive yourself.” Nick says, shooting up from the backseat. I laugh and put the car into park. 
I slide out of the drivers seat and walk around the car so me and chris can switch spots. 
On the drive home, nick and chris argue over who gets aux and i can’t help but to zone out and think about how i’m turning 17 in less than a month and i still can’t drive, but i’m lucky to have the best friends that i do. Nick especially, he’s always there when i’m going through something, he can always make me laugh when i need it. Chris is just chris. Hes hardly ever serious about anything but when he knows i’m going through something, he always finds the will. And matt… he’s hardly ever around me, and when he is, it’s just side glances full of what i think is hatred. 
It’s been like that ever since my last birthday. My boyfriend at the time, Blake, got mad at me because of matt and I’s friendship. 
Flashback to y/n’s 16th birthday:
 “Oh my god you are oblivious!” blake shouts at me.
 “Can you keep it down?” i say knowing that my family and friends are downstairs waiting for me to cut the cake and blow out my candles and i’m in my room arguing with my boyfriend who i honestly don’t have feelings for anymore. I’m not sure i ever even did. 
Blake runs his hands over his face and i can see the vein in his forehead flexing.
 “Blake what are we even arguing about right now?” I say bored and annoyed, wanting to go back downstairs and see what gift Matt got me.
 I was eavesdropping on Chris and Matt a week ago and heard them talking about how much i’m gonna love what Matt got me.
 “Y/n are you actually that dumb or are you just trying to piss me off?” blake questions me with annoyance and i feel myself shudder at him calling me dumb, reminding me of the words my father would spat at me every day right up until he died. 
“Don’t call me dumb, and i’m not trying to piss you off, i genuinely don’t know why you’ve been mad at me all night.” i try to keep my voice steady, not wanting to cry.
 “Matt” he says in a stern voice as if i’m supposed to know what he’s talking about immediately. 
“What about him?” I say, wondering why he’s mad at me over the person i’m closest to. I’d never tell blake that though. He thinks he knows everything about me but the truth is, Matt has known everything about me since I was ten years old. 
When I scraped my knee while we were riding bikes when i was 12, he gave me bandaids and a shoulder to cry on and after he let me play mario kart with him all day. When i was 14 and got my first boyfriend who broke up with me after a week, Matt was there to call him an idiot and ask if i wanted him to beat him up. So Blake has no place to say anything about Matt, not when he knows how much Matt means to me. 
“Y/n! Did you just hear a word of what i said?” blake says, shocking me back to the present and i realize i’ve zoned out the last thirty seconds. I do that a lot.
 “Uhm no sorry, i zoned out.” I say quietly, not wanting him to yell. He huffs out a breath and shakes his head as if he’s refraining from saying something. 
“You and matt. Did anything happen? ever?” He asks sternly.
 “No! What? No! Why would you-“ I start to list reasons why i don’t like matt like that and never could but i can’t come with any so i stop talking. 
“Why would i think that?” He says, finishing my sentence.
 “Yes blake, why would you think that?” 
“Theirs a million fucking reasons! Oh my god!” 
His face is as red as a strawberry which makes me think of my strawberry cake downstairs that i so desperately want to get back to. But, i also want to know what he’s going to say about Matt, so i suck it up and listen.
 “You’re with him more than your with me, you’re always zoning out and being all sad and shit when your with me but when your with matt- your all fucking giggly and laughing and smiling and actually speaking! I can hardly ever get a word out of you! And hell y/n, even if you don’t see him like that, I can take one peek at the way he looks at you and see that he sure as hell does feel like that about you and I don’t want my girlfriend all cozy with someone who so obviously has feelings for them.”  He finishes off his rant breathlessly, leaving me thinking about a lot of things. Matt, Matthew, Matty, and how much i want to eat some of my birthday cake right now. 
“I don’t know what you want me to say blake” i say truthfully. I don’t even know what i’m feeling, what i’ve felt ever at any point in any time. It’s all too confusing and i’ve decided to collectively ignore this situation and continue to be grateful i have my best friend and a strawberry cake with Jacob Elordi’s face on it waiting on me downstairs.
 “you don’t need to say anything.” He says in a determined voice.
 “Are you breaking up with me? on my birthday?” 
He looks like wants to say yes he is but doesn’t. He just walks in front of me to the door and opens it. I go behind him and standing at the door, is Matt. 
“Great” Blake scoffs and passes Matt up as he heads down the stairs. I can feel the tears swelling in my eyes and I don’t even think it’s because of Blake. I’m almost 99.9 percent sure that it’s because of the pure confusion and panic about what Blake said about Matt. 
“y/n” Matt says in a low voice, he looks as if he wants to reach out and touch me but he doesn’t. 
“Matt” I say with a frown on my face and I immediately fall into the comfort of his arms. His scent smells so comforting as i nuzzle my face into the crook under his chin.
 “How much of that did you hear?” my voice comes out muffled from his hoodie.
 “Enough to know why he broke up with you.” He says quietly as if he’s scared to upset me again. 
“Can we not talk about it?” I say even though i feel like he definitely wants to. 
“Yeah no it’s whatever we don’t have to talk about it. Come blow out your candles, yeah?” he says removing me from his arms and his voice instantly changing to more stern and cold. I haven’t felt like this around Matt since I accidentally let his pet bunny out of its cage and it escaped in the 7th grade. 
“Matt-“ I start to tell him that we can talk about it, that i think i have feelings for him but i’m confused, that i love him and i just don’t want anything to change- but i don’t. I let my voice falter as he walks down the stairs. I follow behind after getting myself together for a few moments. 
The whole time while we’re cutting the cake and i blow out my candles and then I open up my last gift, Matt’s eyes are trained to be anywhere that’s not on me. His normal semi- talkative self has now changed to a silent, closed off one. 
After i sit down the digital camera that nick got me, I wait for Matt to pull out the gift that he and chris thought i would love. He never does, and I don’t question it. I watch chris nudge Matt on the arm and Matt shake his head, a movement so subtle that i wouldn’t have seen it unless i hadn’t been staring at Matt endlessly the whole last hour. 
Present- 
 “Y/n, hey, helloooo, hiii” Nicks voice brings me back out of the memory. 
“Yep, right here. Sorry.” I say as i unbuckle my seat and get out of the car. Matt has continued to be cold towards me ever since that day and i don’t think i’m ever going to be used to it. It’s not like he’s mean to me but i feel like he doesn’t care. Anytime i try to interact with him, he acts as if he’s not interested in what i have to say so i’ve stopped trying with him. I don’t know why he switched up all of a sudden and everyday i miss my bestfriend, anytime something bad happens, I always go back to the old familiar feeling of wanting to run to Matt and tell him what happened, and i have to refrain from doing so. It always hurts, but I know it’s for the better. 
Nick unlocks the front door and me and Chris follow in after him. 
I kick my sneakers off at the door and I find myself looking for Matt.
 “Matts around here somewhere. He said he had to stay home to study.” Nick says as if he read my mind. 
“Matt? studying? No way.” Chris retorts while sitting down at the kitchen island with a bag of popcorn. 
“What’s he doing?” I ask, stealing a piece of popcorn from Chris and popping it into my mouth.
 “Hell if I know.” Nick says while pouring some trix cereal into a bowl. 
“Why don’t you go see what he’s up to?” Chris asks me and nick looks at him as if he’s just asked me to kick a puppy. 
“Okay” i say, trying to appear as unbothered as possible but the truth is i’m really excited to talk to Matt. 
I quickly jog up the stairs and reach the door to Matt’s room that i barely ever pass through anymore. I take a deep breath in and Knock twice. 
“It’s me” I say loudly so he can hear. 
“Come in” Matt shouts from behind the door. I slowly open the door and see Matt sitting at his desk playing a game with his headset on. Half of the headset is pushed back behind his ear so he can see me. He turns around in his swivel chair and stares at me like he’s waiting for me to ask him something. We never did need a reason to talk to each other, we just did. And today, nostalgia has been eating at me so I make the decision to blurt out 
“I miss you”, I say it so quickly that my brain doesn’t process it till seconds later.
 “Uhm sorry I don’t know why i said that- well, no i do know why i said that. I said it because I miss you but i know it’s odd because i said it out of nowhere but nostalgias been getting to me all day-“ I sit down on the edge of his bed. “And i don’t know I just wanted to tell you i miss you- and Matt and Chris took me driving today and I hit four curbs. FOUR Matt. I’m never going to get my license.” I say the last part into one of matts fuzzy blue pillows.
 I let out a groan and throw my hands back. 
Matt’s silence makes me turn my head towards him. He’s just staring at me, smiling-no, he’s cheesing. Matt hasn’t looked at me like that in almost a year. We haven’t talked like this an almost a year.
 “What?” I say with a chuckle and i feel my cheeks heat up and a familiar feeling i always get in my stomach when i’m around Matt comes back.  
“Nothing, i just missed hearing you talk” His voice grew quieter at the last few words, as if they accidentally slipped out. 
My breath hitches and thoughts run through my mind. I want to tell him that i’d talk until my voice goes out, that i want him to make me yell until my voice doesn’t goes out. All the ways he could shut me up makes my stomach turn and my hands go clammy. 
“Oh” is all i can manage. He smiles at me and turns back to his desk.
 “I’m gonna take you driving tomorrow. Be ready at 4, i’ll come get you.” He says while putting his headset back on.  
I can’t help but to be utterly shocked at him saying he wants to take me driving. Matt volunteering to spend time with me. I’m happily surprised. 
As i walk out of his room, I can see him still smiling through the reflection on his computer. 
I shut the door behind me and walk downstairs to tell Chris and nick about the breakthrough i just made.
 “Yup I told you guys i was gonna get him back in the groove of y/n!” i say smiling and gesturing at myself. 
“What the fuck, don’t do that again” Nick says and we all burst out into laughter.
 “See you tomorrow y/n” Chris says as he shuts the door behind me and i walk across the street to my house that sits directly in-front of them.  
I tell my mom about how Matt’s taking me driving tomorrow and she smiles and tells me she’s happy that we’re talking again and I go up to my room and fall asleep thinking about Matt and how he said he missed hearing me talk. I can’t help but to feel desire grow in my stomach and the wanting to slip my hands into my underwear and relieve some of the pressure but i fall asleep before my thoughts continue. 
The next day, I wake up and find the blue sundress that sits right above my knees, I know Matt loves this dress. He bought it for me last Christmas. I pair it with a pair of tan sandals and once i hear the horn of Matt’s car, i walk down stairs and out the door. 
I see Matt in his car, one elbow propped against the console and his other hand on the wheel, he’s wearing a black t shirt that lets all of his tattoos be shown. My god, he’s had to have gotten more since the last time i’ve saw his arm. I think I have a thing for Matt’s tattoos. I’ve always wanted to run my mouth along every one of them and watch Matt squirm underneath me. 
His jaw is tense and his eyes impossibly blue in the sunlight shining through. 
“Are you gonna get in?” Matt says rolling the passenger window down so he can talk to me. I move from my position on the sidewalk and get into the car. 
The scent of leather and coffee instantly hits my nostrils and even in this weather, I can’t help but to feel cold at Matt’s switch in behavior. 
I slide into the passenger seat and Matt’s hands reach over and slide my seatbelt across my chest, his knuckles grazing my chest sending shivers through me. He buckles it in and clears his throat before switching in the ignition. 
“Matt?” I utter out whilst his focus is fully on the road ahead. 
“Yeah, y/n?” he says softly, almost an apologetic tone after his first one when he pulled up. 
“Nothing, nevermind.” I say, trying to think of a subject change because I’ve decided to take good Matt while i can get him. 
He looks at me as if he knows what i was going to say but he doesn’t pressure it. 
“So i thought we’d get something to eat then we could go to the college parking lot and practice?” Matt asks while turning the radio on, keeping it low. 
“Uh…yeah,sure” I say, feeling like old times but not. I feel the remains of our friendship, just as strong as it was 11 months ago but now, the tension in the car is enough to smother me. 
We drive the 3 minute drive to downtown in silence but I keep catching Matt stealing glances at me. I keep noticing his eyes scanning across my legs, skimming over my dress. It’s enough to force me to cross my legs, not because i’m uncomfortable but because i’m desperate to relieve some of the tension.
We park into the restaurant Matt brought us to, my heart palpitates once I realize just where he brought us. It’s not a restaurant, it’s a diner. It was our favorite place to go to the last few summers. Matt and I would come out here every weekend and get a banana milkshake and share a slice of cherry pie. 
“Aw Matt you must not hate me completely!” I say sarcastically as i slap his shoulder playfully and get out of the car. Matt gets out and follows behind me up the sidewalk and I feel his hand on my lower back.
 “I don’t hate you at all y/n.” He says quietly from beside me.
“It’s more complicated than that” He says before ruffling my hair and picking up his pace to get in front of me to open the glass door to the diner.
 When i walk in, in front of him, I don’t say anything and just immediately head for the booth in the corner we always sat at. The red leather booths and white tables are all still the same, the dim lights barely doing anything although they don’t necessarily need to considering the summer sun lights up the place all by its self.  
Matt sits down in front of me, sliding into the booth with ease. The waitress almost immediately comes up behind us. “Jill!” i say happily not knowing that she still worked here, she’s worked here since we were kids and was always the sweetest. 
“Y/n and Matt… why haven’t i seen you two in here in so long?” she says, her wrinkles more apparent now from the last time i saw her, the gray in her hair showing more. 
“Oh uh” I start stuttering, not knowing what to say 
“Sorry jill, y/n got diagnosed with lactose intolerance. She kept farting so we stopped coming in here!” Matt says smiling deviously. 
“That- that is-“ I start to protest but stop. “That’s right. Yup, blew my britches away!” I say laughing towards jill but side eyeing Matt with all i could muster. Jill smiles and nods but looks suspicious. 
“So what’ll it be?” she asks us, her pen and pad ready. 
“Two banana shakes with extra cherries and a piece of cherry pie.” Matt says quickly, ordering the exact order we always got. 
Jill arches a brow. “I thought you said she’s lactose int-“ she starts to question but I cut her off. 
“Oh just for old times sake! i’m taking a stomach pill too, i’ll be fine” i say giving her my cheesiest grin. She nods in agreement and walks away with our order. 
As soon as she’s a few feet away Matt breaks out laughing. 
“Seriously?!?” I say trying to act mad knowing i secretly want to laugh too. 
Matt rolls his eyes at my obvious dramatics and leans up towards the table, resting his elbows on it. “So how bad are you at driving? You gonna wreck us immediately?” He asks with a smirk that i know all too well. 
“Yeah haha so funny.” I snark back. 
“You didn’t answer the question.” He says with raised eyebrows, waiting on my answer. 
“No i’m not gonna wreck us…immediately.” I say the last word a bit quieter. 
“hey i’m joking, i know you probably suck right now but that’s because you haven’t had one teach you that actually knows how to fucking drive. You’ll catch onto it fast. You always have been a quick learner” he says in a more serious tone. I notice his hand is not even an inch away from my mine and i jerk my hand back quickly. My movement makes his eyebrows jerk up and he looks like he’s about to say something but he stops when jill appears back with our shakes. 
“Just a minute on the pie” she says smiling while handing us the pale yellow shakes with whipped cream and a two cherries on top. 
We take our shakes and start to sip on them when jill walks off.
 “Mmm” he moans in delight. 
“Good?” i ask him smiling.
“yep” he says while chewing on the straw. 
It’s silent for a moment as we just stare at each other. We haven’t held eye contact this long in months. My loud mouth just has to break the silence tho.
 “Hey Matt, can i ask you something?” I can see something in his eyes change, he looks unsettled. Like he’s scared of  the un-knowingness of what i’m gonna ask. 
After he hums in agreement I muster up the courage to ask him. “Can we-“ i take a deep breath in. After a moment of him looking at me, as if he’s begging me to just say it. I chicken out. Like a fucking coward. I don’t want the pie anymore, i’m not hungry, i just want to go. “Can we go?” i say, stiffening my body. Matt’s face falls in disappointment and nods his head. 
I watch him as he tells jill to put the pie in a box and he pays the bill before walking out in front of me without so much as looking at me.
I walk out behind him and I notice it’s going to storm soon. Clouds are forming and the sky is darkening so i get to the car quickly. I slide into the passenger seat, Matt throws the buckle over me quickly without touching me and i can tell his nostrils are flared like he’s angry but i choose not to say anything. 
Again, I leave all of my feelings bottled up because i’m too scared of saying anything i feel. 
We drive in silence and the only noise is the traffic surrounding us and the patter of my foot bouncing in anxiety. We get to the parking lot and thank goodness it’s mostly empty so theirs not much i could hit. 
For a moment, it’s silent and Matts eyes dart over to mine and with the way he looks, I can’t tell if he’s about to cry, yell, or run away. It’s such a fragile situation and I don’t know what to do. Only to wait and see what he says. 
“y/n…” He breathes out a sigh but his eyes flinch and he sits up straight. “Uh nevermind let’s get started, it’s about to rain.” He cannot be serious. I need him to say it because i’m too afraid to and I know. I know i’m selfish, I know i’m a coward but i still push at him. 
“No, matt what was you gonna say?” I turn my body to his and I grab his wrist away from the ignition. His eyes shoot down to where i’m holding onto him but I don’t move, i keep my hand over his.
 “I said never fucking mind” each word coming out like a needle against my skin. I can tell he sees the hurt in my eyes because his eyes quickly softens. 
“I’m sorry” he says quietly, and i can see the conflict in his eyes. I want to know what’s going on in his head so fucking bad.
 “No wait, i’m not sorry.” as he says this, the rain starts pattering against the windshield but I don’t move my eyes away from his.  
“what?” i say, i’m not angry, just confused. I want him to let me in. I need him to let me in.
“Forget i said anything, I can’t have this conversation with you.” He says, shaking his head.
 “Great it’s fucking raining! Now we can’t have our driving lessons because I don’t think you could drive on a normal road- hardly a wet one” He shouts, not at me, but at the wheel.
 I don’t get hurt at his words because I can tell he’s not mad about the lesson, he’s not mad because i suck at driving but because we both want to say it but we don’t know the other one does. I’m almost completely sure Matt has feelings for me but i’m so scared that he doesn’t, that i stay silent. I think he feels the same way. I get the frustration. I’ve felt it too, although i think he’s felt it for much longer. 
“Matt” I coo, bringing my hand up to the side of his neck. He immediately jerks away and starts to open the door. 
“Fuck y/n, don’t touch me.” he spats out before quickly getting out of the car and stepping into the pouring rain that has tremendously picked up over the last two minutes. I quickly follow behind him and open the door. 
“Matt, it’s pouring! Get back in the car!” I shout, trying to speak loud enough so that he can hear me over the rain.
We both are standing in front of the car, only maybe a foot and a half away from each other. 
“say it Matt” I say sternly, feeling tears brew in my eyes. Matt only shakes his head no and looks as if he’s struggling to breathe. 
“No y/n, I want to hear you. You fucking say it. Stop being such a coward y/n.” 
I feel tears fall but i don’t think he can tell because of the raindrops also falling onto my face. 
“Matt do you understand how much i’ve missed you? You were my best friend” I say, now sobbing and putting my heads on my head, moving my feet around taking small steps. 
 “You left me. You’ve looked at me like you’ve hated me ever since my sixteenth birthday and you’ve never even had the audacity to tell me why!” I shout at him.  
Matt’s eyes grow huge and he looks so frustrated. “You cannot be serious. Do you seriously not know why?!” I flinch at how loud he’s yelling but shake my head no slowly
“My god y/n, I couldn’t be around you, not after-“ he stops.
 i shake my head in confusion. “What Matt?! after what?!” 
“After you told me that you didn’t want to fucking talk about the fact that i’m in love with you! You didn’t care about me. Or my feelings, you didn’t care that i’d suffer just because you didn’t want our friendship to change. Hell, you could’ve at least rejected me and moved on but y/n…i couldn’t be just your friend. Not after that. So yes, i kept away. Also, for fucks sake, i wasn’t looking at you with hatred. Anytime you’d come into view, it made me want to curl up into a fucking ball and never come out because I had to look at you and know that i could never have you. Do you know how much that fucking hurts?!” 
The rain pouring down coating Matt’s brown hair making it droop down onto his forehead makes it hard to read his expression but I can still tell what he’s feeling right now. I always have been able to just know.
“Matt- You have got to believe me when i tell you i didn’t know. I didn’t know, even on my birthday when Blake said all of that, yes i thought you might’ve just found me attractive sometimes or something, but i didn’t want to talk about it because i thought you was embarrassed and it would be awkward or- fuck i don’t know. But Matt-“ I start laughing, unable to contain how funny i find the absolutely ironic situation we’re in right now. 
“You find this funny?” he asks me
“No, No- actually well- it kind of is because- Matt I love you, so fucking much and ever since you stopped being my best friend, i had to see you and it was complete and total agony because like you said earlier- i’m a coward Matt. And i’ve been completely oblivious to the way you’ve felt about me and i didn’t want things to change- so I didn’t say anything. But now I’m telling you, I miss you and I love you and I don’t want to be your friend Matt. “  
I finish off breathlessly, panting, trying to draw in air without the droplets of rain. 
Matt comes closer and places his hands on the sides of me head before moving the wet hair off of my face.
 “I think that we are both fucking idiots and waisted eleven months of what could’ve been filled with this” And then his lips are crashing onto mine, the kiss is rough and desperate as Matt tugs and nips on my lips with his teeth. His lips are soft and pillowy like I’ve always thought they would be. I can’t help but to think about how long i’ve wanted this, how long ever both wanted this. It feels just as good, and right, as i thought it would. 
After a few more moments, Matt pulls away, leaving a mix of saliva and rain on my lips. 
“Let’s go before we get pneumonia” Matt says laughing as he pulls me towards his car. 
I slide into the passenger seat, my dress dripping and my hair plastered to my skin with rain. Matt gets in and reaches over to buckle my seatbelt. I smile at the gesture and he rolls his eyes before turning on the ignition. 
“Will you still take me out driving tomorrow?” I ask. 
“Yeah of course” he says as he starts to back out, placing his right arm on the headrest of my seat and turning his neck back to see out the back window. The sight makes me shift in my seat. His veins in his arms are drool worthy and the way his clothes are sticking to him, really helps my imagination.
 “y/n” he deadpans, turning back around. 
“Hm?” I ask, snapping out of my thoughts. 
“your staring.” he says, smirking. 
“i’m allowed to.” I say smiling. 
“Since when?” He asks while pulling out of the parking lot. 
“since you became my boyfriend.” I say smiling dramatically. 
“Oh yeah? what do i get?” Matt asks smirking. 
“Hmm, we’ll see.” I shrug. 
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𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒓
SUMMARY: you’ve been working as Jack Hotchner’s babysitter for the past two years, but as your wedding day gets closer and closer, you start questioning if you’re taking the right step — or if you should jump into the abyss of feelings you developed for you boss, Aaron Hotchner.
PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x Female Babysitter Reader
TW: fluff, really, a lot of fluff. except for the beginning, that’s is pretty much angst (i think?). there’s a small suggestive comment towards the middle of it, but i don’t think it can be considered NSFW (let me know if it does).
A/N: a few months ago i asked if you’d entertain the idea of an Aaron/Babysitter fic, and since it’s better late than never, I wrote this story to pay my promise, and I ended up really liking the result :D so i hope you like it, too. a completely useless information is that at certain point i mention the backstreet boys and kevin richardson (i’m a huuuge fan of the band) and kevin’s wife actually was on criminal minds in ‘pleasure is my business’ (she was the wife of the guy that dies at the beginning). that was it. hope you like it!
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“I’m feeling pathetic”.
Aaron drew his eyes away from the stack of files piled up in his home office, looking at your image at the door through his eyelashes as he knitted his brows in confusion, “Huh?”.
“I’m feeling pathetic” you pointed at your dress, rolling your eyes, “Really pathetic”.
Truth be told, pathetic definitely wasn’t the word Aaron would use to describe you at that moment (or at any moment at all) as he took in into your appearance — you were wearing a long strapless dress that highlighted your collarbone, a pearl necklace drawing even more attention to that spot —, but he knew where this comment was coming from.
Dresses are not exactly your thing, at least not the fancy kind of dress people only wear in very important occasions, the kind you would never wear on a night out with your friends, but most certainly would in a wedding. Since the moment you met, you’ve made known that you valued comfort over pageantry, reason why whenever he got to see you, you were dressed in something comfortable enough to spend the whole day running after a toddler — and, while Aaron thought for months that it happened exactly because your job was to keep a four year old Jack Hotchner entertained most of the day (and night, if Aaron was working), he learnt soon enough that it was just who you were.
“Why don’t you change it, then?” Aaron asked, his voice clinically calm as he paid attention to his every word, trying not to say something that could possibly give him out.
You sighed heavily, taking the few steps that separated you from Aaron, pulling the empty chair so you could throw your body there, “His mom chose it. And God, she cried when I put it on, said it was perfect!”.
Aaron took a deep breath, his lips parting slightly as an involuntary, “Oh”, escaped past it, a simple explanation of his understanding, but that didn’t go unnoticed to you.
“Yeah…” you dragged your words more than needed, tilting your head backwards as you slowly slid on your chair, wishing that you could be swallowed by the furniture, “Oh”.
You had been working for the Hotchner’s for two years, and it was hard to think about something Aaron didn’t know about you (mostly because you blurted it all out when he merely commented he’d ran a background check on you to make sure nothing was out of place), so it was obvious he knew whose mother you were talking about — your boyfriend’s mother, or how you liked to call her, crazy Aretha.
Crazy Aretha Simpson was everything you and Aaron didn’t admire in a person: she was noisy, mostly rude and the kind of woman that liked to meddle on other people’s business, principally if it involved her golden boy, Matthew — also known as your boyfriend.
And while Aaron wasn’t exactly Matthew’s biggest fan (he had made it clear more than once — usually through his behavior — that he despised both his presence and his existence, even if he had never voiced that to you), you and Matthew were already dating when he hired you, so he mostly (mostly) kept his disgust for himself, and only allowed himself to make a comment when you started it, aware that it wouldn’t cause a strain in your relationship.
“You’re suddenly quiet” you observed, tilting your head to the side to look at your employer, your eyes shining in curiosity as you bit your bottom lip, “What is it?”.
Aaron was silent for a minute, his mind going blank at the vision of your teeth on your bottom lip, the small pout formed thanks to the movement making you look both cute and terribly sexy.
God, no! No, no, no. Stop!
Aaron cleared his throat, finally letting go of the pen in his hands to lean comfortably against his chair, hoping that maybe the talk could shake away his thoughts about you, “I was just thinking…” he started, staring at you with a questioning look on his face.
Working at his house for so long, the two of you had practically mastered the technique of understanding the other’s way of communicating without needing a full sentence; with that said, you knew that whenever Aaron started a sentence with ‘I was just thinking…’ or ‘It’s funny that…’ he was asking for your permission to say something that had the potential to hurt you (or that he believed could possibly do so.
It was cute. And way more than people (which included Matthew and his family) used to do for you.
“Go ahead” you motioned with your hands, sitting straight on the chair and smiling mischievously at the man in front of you, “Spill your poison”.
“It’s not poison, it’s just a comment” Aaron defended himself, even if he knew you were kidding. You knew that, for some strange (yet nice) reason, Aaron cared enough about you not to be completely rude about your boyfriend’s family, even when you knew he had hated them from moment one, “I thought the bride was supposed to wear whatever she wants on her engagement dinner”.
“Yeah, I was supposed to” You nodded, leaning to place both your elbows on his desk, the movement showing a bit of your cleavage for a second before you threw your head on your hand, burying your head on your hands in a clear act of shame, “I was supposed to be the bride, y’know. But it looks like Crazy Aretha is! It looks like…” you looked up at him, pent up frustration all over your features, “It looks like I’m back at my parents’ perfect doll house!”.
Oh, Aaron thought. Now he got it.
You had come from a wealthy family, and you were not ashamed of this fact — you knew you had privileges your whole life, and that you had took advantage of this privilege an incredible amount of times during your life; and at the same time you were not the kind of woman that sat and waited for someone to do the things for you, you also were not the kind of woman who believed that the thing that made you unique was “not being like the other rich girls from the world”.
You were just you. Funny, happy, beautiful, and rich. Obnoxiously rich. With a fortune that Aaron had only heard about, but that had left Garcia (the real person to run your background check) with her jaw dropped.
“Her fortune is bigger than Rossi’s!” Garcia had whispered while she passed Aaron your files, her eyes wide as she looked around, almost as if she was expecting someone to jump inside his office and have her arrested for spying on someone that rich, “Why is he looking for a babysitter gig?”.
Aaron had asked you that, and your answer was exactly what he expected from you — a simple shrug before you turned back to Jack and his LEGO pieces, way more interested in finishing the Death Star than giving him plausible answers to his questions.
He never asked you again, and you never told him.
Just as you never told Aaron anything about your family.
“She dress me up” you complained, a groan coming through your mouth, “She buys me things. She picks the songs I hear. She talks about how beautiful our children are gonna be…” you felt a shiver run up your skin, finally looking up at Aaron with anguish clear in your eyes, “I never said I wanted children! I mean, I want! You know that! But… I don’t want them now”.
Aaron nodded slowly, paying careful attention to your words — if anything, he knew you didn’t like to be interrupted during your sincerity moments (as you came to call it through the past two years), since you believed it cut off the mood. So he just kept his reverent silence, waiting for his cue to speak again.
“And they invited my parents without even asking me?” you exhaled sharply, pointing at yourself as you sat straight on the chair again, “You know how long has it been since I last talked to them? Three years! When I told them about my parents, it wasn’t meant to serve as spying material, it was for them to know we weren’t close! Is this so hard to understand? And, as if it wasn’t enough…” you stopped, looking at Aaron. Your anguish look has suddenly turned into one of sadness, “It’s my engagement party, and I wasn’t allowed to invite my own friends because they’re not ‘rich enough’. When did I become my mom’s little princess again?”.
The truth you hid from Aaron wasn’t a huge one — your parents weren’t involved with anything bad, and you mostly definitely wasn’t abandoned in a internship when you were only 5 years old to be raised by someone else while your parents build their fortune; and at the same time, the reason why you didn’t talk about your parents wasn’t because you were ashamed of the money they had — the money you had — or who they were, or anything like this.
You liked being rich. You liked the idea of being able to buy things certain people could only dream of, and you also liked the fact that, if you fell in love with an Organization or a mission, you could donate to them without caring if tomorrow you’d have something to eat. You were aware of the privileges you had, and you certainly wouldn’t be the kind of person who says that ‘rich people should die’ not to admit they are rich.
You just were. And you were ok with it.
So why had you became a babysitter? You could do absolutely anything, so why had you decided to find the home of a single parent and become his son’s babysitter for $2.000 a month?
“I just… I like the freedom of it” you had told Emily Prentiss once, during a dinner you had attended with Aaron and Jack at David Rossi’s mansion. Your job was to watch the children, reason why you were not drinking, but Spencer had stolen them away from you to show a new magic trick, and Emily, JJ and Garcia had used your brief moment of loneliness to snoop you away from Aaron, eager to know if the two of you were a couple.
They were clearly disappointed when you showed your diamond engagement ring and told that Aaron wasn’t the one to put it there, but they camouflaged their feelings as best as they could, changing the question to the reason why you had picked that job.
“When I’m with Matthew’s family, there are so many etiquette rules I have to follow. What to wear, what not to wear. Which kind of word I can say, which I can not. The kind of people I should befriend, or the kind I shouldn’t…” you shrugged, looking over your shoulder when you heard Aaron’s laughter, a sound that was rare for most people around you, but that you listened whenever he was at home, “When I’m at Aaron’s, I can be the crazy woman who jams to Backstreet Boys, and that doesn’t make me a freak, that just adds up to who I am. I like it”.
The trio had switched quick glances that night, soft glances that probably hired more meaning than you could read, but you didn’t pay too much mind at it.
Later that night, while you were sitting at one of Rossi’s extremely comfortable loveseats (still sober, and with an eye on a sugar rushed Jack running around the house with a giggly Henry following his every move), you smiled when the first tones of ‘10.000 Promises’ by the Backstreet Boys started to play, the first words of the song immediately leaving your lips like second nature.
“You like the Backstreet Boys?” Aaron asked, sitting on the armrest of your seat, his curious eyes set directly on you, “Aren’t you a bit too young for that?”.
You chuckled, changing your position to lay your back against the opposite armrest, looking up at him with a playful smile on your face, a few strands of hair falling in front of your face (that you pathetically tried to brush away by blowing them, which worked pretty well on TV, but not in real life), “For your information, they released the Backstreet’s Back album in 1997, I was 15 back then. Old enough to be a fangirl and want Kevin to be the love of my life…” you sighed exaggeratedly, one hand dramatically in your heart as you looked away, “Unfortunately he got married with someone else and I had my heart broken”.
“Oh, yeah, my bad” Aaron laughed again this time, his and you felt your heart flutter at the sound — you knew it sounded really cliche, but you couldn’t help but think how his soft laugh was a huge contrast to his usually austere self, “Sometimes I forget I’m the old guy here”.
“You’re not old!” You protested, rolling your eyes, “I mean, you’re not more than 40, right?”.
Aaron blushed slightly, taking his glass of whiskey to his lips in an attempt to make the sudden flush in his cheeks was nothing but an effect of all the alcohol in his blood, “I’m 45” he replied, his voice low.
“Ok, so you are more than 40” you commented nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders, “But it doesn’t look like it, so I guess it’s a win. Not that I think you’d look bad with grey-ish hair…” you rambled, your own face reddening when you realized what you had just said, “I’ll stop talking now”.
“Uh, yeah… but thank you for your compliment” Aaron replied shyly, taking another sip of his drink.
The two of you fell silent, and you were surprised by the fact that, even after you ultimately embarrassed yourself, it was still a comfortable silence.
“Is this your favorite song?”.
“Hm?” you looked up at him again, surprised at his sudden question.
“You’ve been humming to the song” Aaron informed, beaming at you, “I wanted to know if it’s your favorite”.
“Oh, no!” you replied quickly, shaking your head, “It’s not. I like the song, obviously, but it’s not my favorite”.
Aaron nodded in understanding, “What’s your favorite song?”
You frowned slightly, darting your tongue out of your mouth as you pondered the question, “From the Backstreet Boys or in general?”.
“Both” Aaron shrugged, “I’m just curious”.
You took a while to reply, pondering about your options, “I love ‘Incomplete’, from the Backstreet Boys” you said, tilting your head to the side, “And I guess my favorite song of all time is Coldplay’s ‘The Scientist’”.
“Isn’t that a sad song?” he asked, he was not judging you, but legitimately curious, “About a break up?”.
“Aren’t the best songs sad?” you returned with a question, smiling slightly when he moved his head, a sign he was pondering about what you just said, “What’s your favorite song? And please, don’t you dare reply with one from ‘The White Album’, I know you’re a huge Beatles’ fan, no reminder required”.
Aaron’s face turned into one of amusement as he gotten closer to you, passing his arm over the backrest, and you didn’t notice when you moved closer, leaning into his touch, “Sweet Caroline”.
“Good times never been so good” you sang, leaning your hand on his arm, “That’s a nice song”.
“Yeah” he nodded, “I like the purity of its lyrics, even if it’s clearly about… you know”, his face reddened again.
“I know” you laughed, “I mean, the ‘touching me, touching you’ bit doesn’t leave a lot for imagination. But it’s a good song to dance with someone”.
“I guess, yeah” Aaron nodded.
“Would you?”.
Aaron glared at you again, a bit confused with your words, “What?”.
“If I asked JJ to play this song…” you explained, already regretting your words, “Would you dance with me? I mean, we’re friends, and Matthew simply despise dancing, and I haven’t done this in a while—“.
“Yeah” he cut you off without thinking twice, “Sure. Yeah”.
The smile you gave him was… indescribable. Aaron was almost sure he had never seen you smile that brightly, and you knew that you haven’t laughed like that in a good while — if you ever had.
“Ok” you whispered, “Ok”.
You were brought back to the present by Aaron’s hand touching you arm, your eyes meeting his chocolate quickly, a crease on your brows when you asked, “What?”.
“Are you ok?” Aaron asked, the worry clear in his features as he looked down at you, his thumb drawing small circles on your arm, “You zoned out” he commented, “I was worried”.
You kept your silence for a while, your mind taking some time to adjust to your present situation — you were at Aaron’s house, wearing a fancy red dress because you were supposed to attend to your engagement party.
So why were you still sitting there?
“Yeah, I’m ok” you nodded quickly, passing your hands on the folds of your dress, trying to smoother the tissue, “What did you say?”.
Aaron took a deep breath, taking his hand off your arm. You were ready to protest, to ask him to put your hand back there when he joined your hands, intertwining your fingers, “What do you want?”.
You looked at him, astonished by his question, “What do you mean?”.
“What do you want?” he repeated, squeezing your hand softly, “From this relationship, from your engagement, from your life. What do you want?”.
You knew the answer to his question. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, even if a few months ago you wouldn’t have the courage to; now, surprisingly, it seemed like a good moment.
“I want to get out of this dress” you replied, “I want to put some comfortable clothes” you added, standing up, “And if you’re ok with it, I’d like to meet you at the living room in five minutes”.
Aaron’s face contorted in confusion as he observed you standing up, already taking your hand to your hair and undoing the perfectly made bun you had done, your hair falling over your shoulders with the motion.
“What?” he asked finally, his eyes glued on you, “Why?”.
You smiled down at him, “You’ll see” you said, “And you better be there in five, otherwise I’ll chicken out. Be right back, Aaron”.
Aaron was in the living room in for minutes. If he had been moved by his curiosity or the fear or missing whatever you wanted to show him he wasn’t sure, but at the moment you left his office, your proposal lingering in the air and mingling with your scent, Aaron knew there was no way he wouldn’t take his chance.
He had been thinking about you since that night at Rossi’s house.
You hadn’t shared anything more than a quick dance and small talk, but there was something about the way you propped your head back when you smiled, or the way you tried not to stumble on your feet as you danced, or maybe just your presence that had him thinking…
And then he was brought back to the real world. And in the real world, you had a fiancé.
A toxic fiancé with a toxic family, yeah, but still a fiancé. And even though Aaron’s heart burnt to tell you every bad thing he knew about Matthew and the Simpson’s, he knew that it would only draw you away, so he settled for small inoffensive comments with hidden meanings — meanings he knew you had understood.
The point was that, as most people in most toxic relationships, you couldn’t see your way out. And even if Aaron tried his best, he knew that you were the only person able to make the decision of stepping away from your relationship.
And nothing hurt him more than the fought that you may never do.
“Oh, you’re here!” you gasped in surprise when you saw him seated on his couch, “I guess I’m late, then”.
“No, I’m early” Aaron corrected, immediately standing up, “But you already knew that”.
You giggled, nodding at his words. It was true, you knew that — Aaron had the unsettling habit of always being early, which wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have the equally unsettling habit of always being late (except that the reason you were late usually concerned the fact that you simply didn’t wanna be there, and Aaron was early simply because… it was him).
“So…” Aaron cleared his throat, burying his hands on his dress pants’ pockets, his eyes glued on you, “What is the plan?”.
You took a deep breath, taking one step towards Aaron while you gathered the courage to say the words you’ve been training in front of your mirror the whole night. But, when you looked in his eyes, the only you thing you could bring yourself to mutter was a simple and strangled, “I don’t feel pathetic anymore”.
Aaron looked down to your body, and considering the smile on his face, you knew he recognized the clothes you were wearing — the same black dress and sneakers you had worn on Rossi’s dinner.
“I can hardly say you were looking pathetic” Aaron pointed, “But I also don’t know how you mastered the ability of wearing dress and sneakers”.
Your heart stopped at his comment. Not because it was offensive, or because you were shy over it (even if you were).
But because those were the same words he said back then. And he remembered.
“Comfort over beauty” you repeated the words you said back then, too, “But I happen to have both”.
If you kept sticking to the pattern, you knew that Aaron would chuckle and the talk would be considered finished — and so you could go back to your previous script, if you could bring your mind to remember what was it you had to say.
But Aaron didn’t. Instead, he took a step towards you; it was a small, hesitant step, one that indicated that if you felt uncomfortable, you could tell him to stop at any moment.
You didn’t.
“You do” he agreed to your previously said words, “But I think ‘beauty’ doesn’t cover how amazing you are”.
You inhaled sharply, and you were convinced by the beat of your heart that it would burst out of you chest. He thought you were beautiful? No, he thought you were more than beautiful.
“Yeah?” you questioned, this time taking a step towards him, “You know, I love this job”.
Aaron nodded slowly, “Yeah, you say that a lot”.
“No, I really love this job” you repeated, this time your voice was decided, clear. And at the same time if made known that you had more to say than just that. So he waited, “I love to be here, and I love to be able to spend most part of my day with you and Jack. I love how you never pressure me into being something I’m not. I love our movie nights, when I pretended I don’t lay my head on your shoulder on purpose, and you pretend you don’t notice because you know I’ll feel embarrassed”.
Aaron felt his face heat at that, “I don’t—“.
“You do” you cut him, looking down at your feet as you giggled, “But that’s ok, that’s just one more thing I love about… you”.
This time was Aaron’s heart that almost burst out of his chest, his jaw slightly dropped as he stared at you wide eyed, “You… love me?”.
“I do” you didn’t hesitate on your answer, even if you were aware that those simple words could change everything in your life, “I love how you make me laugh, even when you don’t plan to. I love how you bear those shitty rom-cons just because you know I love it. I love how you know me better than anyone, to the point of knowing when I need to hear something, and when I just need to be heard. And maybe this is because you’re a profiler, but I’d really like to think that this is because you feel the same” your voice faltered when those words left your mouth, but your brain wasn’t controlling your body anymore, seen that you took a step forward, “You know me better than anyone. I let you see my flaws and my qualities, and you let me be myself. You showed me, more than once, that ‘good enough’ is not enough, by being better. God, you even made me love ‘Sweet Caroline’ to the point that whenever this song plays, I find myself saying ‘play that song again, please’. That’s how much I love you”.
You looked up at Aaron again, chewing on your cheek as you tried to control your anxiety. Say something, you pleaded inside your mind, just say something, please.
But Aaron didn’t, so you did, “But if you don’t feel the same, I’ll pretend I never said anything. I’ll… uh…” you cleared your throat, looking back towards the lit corridors, “I’ll put that dress back on, and I’ll go back to Matthew, no problems. So we can pretend that never happened”.
Again, Aaron didn’t mutter a word. And to you, silence was more than enough answer.
“Ok” you turned your back to him, already starting your walk of shame, thinking about the hundred excuses you’d give Matthew and crazy Aretha for being late.
Maybe your life wouldn’t be this different after—
“Good times never been so good”.
You stopped on your tracks, not daring to look back at Aaron, afraid that his words were just result of how bad you wanted to be with him, how bad you wanted your feelings to be returned…
“I honestly don’t want to quote this much Neil Diamond, but I can’t bring myself to think of anything that won’t sound terribly idiot, so…” Aaron took a deep breath, and you knew he had walked towards you from the way you could feel his breath fan on your neck, the tips of his thumbs touching the skin of your arm, “I’ve really been inclined to believe they never would, until the moment you stepped inside this house”.
You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as you slowly moved to face Aaron, being only able to breathe through your lips. Suddenly, it felt like all the air had left your lungs.
“Look at me, honey” Aaron pleaded, brushing hair off your face delicately, lovingly. You opened your eyes slowly, losing yourself on the infinity of his brown eyes, “I’ve been loving you for so long. I loved everything about you. Your determination, your happiness, your ability to light up any places you walked in… and when we danced at Rossi’s party, God, that was when I knew I was gone”.
“Why?” the words slipped past your mouth before you could keep them, both your hands grabbing his shoulders in a search for balance, “What changed?”.
“Because I got to finally hold you” Aaron said honestly, his voice holding a tinge of anguish, as if his mind had took him all the way back to that night, “To feel your smell, to place my arms around your waist, and I imagined… I knew that was the place I wanted to be, forever. But then I remembered your heart already belonged to someone else, even if he didn’t deserve you”.
You moved your arms slowly on Aaron shoulders, your hands playing with the hair on the back of his head, “It didn’t belong to someone else. It has always belong with you” you whispered, smiling when he circled your waist with his arms, “And if you say the word, if you believe we can be happy together, that I can be more than just Jack’s babysitter… then I’ll call my wedding off, and it’s gonna be us, forever”.
Aaron’s answer was obvious, but he needed to know you were sure about it, that you wouldn’t make a move you’d regret later, “Is that what you want?” he questioned, “You know I’m… that a relationship with me would be probably complicated. My work hours are hectic and sometimes I spend too much time out—“.
“I know it all” you silenced him, “And I love you the same”.
Aaron smiled — for real this time, not just a simple smile or a giggle. It was a full on smile, one that reached his eyes.
You had seen this smile before — it was reserved for Jack, or for deep talks about Haley. And while Aaron had never smiled like that to you before, you always knew what that smile meant.
It meant he really loved you.
“Then I guess you’re calling off your engagement” Aaron whispered, joining your foreheads as he slowly cradled your cheek, his touch was tender, as you could easily read the reverence on his voice, “Because to give you my heart is the only thing I want”.
Words were not needed, not anymore. And before you could notice, your lips joined Aaron’s in a kiss that could only be describe as… breathtaking.
You smiled against his lips before parting yours to give his tongue passage, not vacillating for a moment when he tightened the hold around your waist, bringing you closer and closer to your body. And for the first time in years, you knew you were in the arms of the love of your life — and that this time, it was forever.
Maybe Neil Diamond was right, after all.
Good times never been so good.
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Drown our problems
Okay so this one was fun and interesting to write, it’s fluff that turns into smut. Honestly, there aren’t enough Dr. Maura Isles fics either so here.
Maura Isles x fem!reader
TW: mentions of murder, death, guns, and smut.
Summary: During season 5 when Frost dies and no one is taking it well. Imagine being Maura's girlfriend who just came back from a work trip (profiler with BAU), and you come back to everyone acting weird and you help her deal with it.
******************************************************** You pulled into your and Maura's shared driveway, well her driveway, you had moved in with her three months ago after being together for a year, she insisted that you finally had a more shared space and her place was bigger and was closer to work for you. You didn't see Maura's car parked outside as you walked up to the front door and grabbed your keys, flipping to the house key, you slid it into the lock and turned it hearing the click.
"Maura?" you called out and were met with an empty house, you checked your phone realizing you missed a text.
Hard day, I'll explain later.
You went over and checked the fridge but there wasn't much left so you called in a favor, you were good friends with one of the downtown restaurant owners and so he managed to deliver you some food after closing time, after tipping him well you were ready to just have Maura home. You heard the lock click and the door handle turn, you heard her heels click on the floor as she walked towards you.
"Hey Love I know you said you had a hard day, but I called in a favor and got you some takeout." You heard her set her purse on the chair and lay her coat down throwing her phone on the counter, you looked up but weren't met with the usual cheery or even tired Maura.
No, you were met with red eyes and depressed features, you stepped towards her and tears started to fall. "I...I can't." she didn't make eye contact but you caught her as her legs failed, pulling her into you as she let out a loud sob. You stood there holding her, leaning her against your chest, you held her like that letting her get it out, giving her time to process, letting her be the one to speak first.
"Y/N."she spoke up after a while and calming down a bit.
"Do you wanna talk?"
"No I want you to help me forget."
"What?"
"I want you to make me forget, I can't do this right now."
"Maura, don't you wanna talk about it first?"
"Oh, shut up and kiss me." she looked up into your eyes and placed a kiss on your lips. She turned in your arms and slid her hands under the hem of your shirt hooking a finger into your bra.
"You wanna move this into the bedroom?" you asked pulling back as she placed kisses down your neck.
"God no." She said lifting your shirt over your head. You chuckled and picked her up by her thighs setting her on the counter, she wrapped her legs around you pulling you close. You placed a chaste kiss on her lips and hiked her skirt up her legs, unbuttoning her shirt and unclasping her bra throwing it away. She pulled at your bra as you trailed kisses down her neck, light fingertips ghosting over her hip.
"Please baby," she whined, leaning her head on your shoulder you placed kisses down her neck taking time with each sensitive bud while making sure to leave marks from her neck down her chest.
"Love, you wanted to forget, so I'm gonna make sure you're seeing stars." You hooked your finger into the waistband of her panties sliding them off as she lifted her hips, she spread her legs before you and you could see her glistening. You placed another kiss on her lips, sliding a hand down, and she pressed her forehead into your shoulder dragging nails across your shoulders. "Baby, you're so wet for me," you pushed two fingers in and she threw her head back with a loud moan.
"Maura look at me." she opened her amber eyes looking into your forest greens, pupils blown with lust, lips ghosting over each other, she started breathing heavier getting closer as you pumped your fingers in and out.
“God Y/N I’m gonna….” She let out a loud moan, feeling her clenching around your fingers you coaxed her through her orgasm.
“That was…” she had her head tilted back in ecstasy.
“Oh I’m not done yet baby.” She made eye contact with you and followed as you knelt down in front of her, you ran your tongue up her thigh and then up through her folds, her eye lids fluttered closed you looked up through your eyelashes as her features relaxed before tensing again, her hand ran through your hair she stopped grabbing a handful a pulling you closer. You closed your eyes listening to her moans and feeling her body, your pushed two fingers back in and felt her release again but this time you didn’t stop you kept going pushing her farther and farther. She let out moans that got higher and higher she squeezed her thighs around your head, you shot up pulling her into a kiss, placing a bite to the sweet spot on her neck and rubbing your thumb on her clit, she squirted and you could feel it against your bare skin.
She leaned back as her vision blurred falling forward against you trying to catch her breath.
“Marry me?” She said under her breath.
“What?” You chuckled to yourself as she laid on your chest regulating her breathing.
She sat up looking into your eyes,“Frost died today and never got to experience marriage or kids and I don’t want to live like that.”
“Maura, but…”
“No Y/N I want to live with the person I love and I love you so I want you to marry me, spend the rest of your life with me.”
"Maura..."
"Please, I love you." She looked into your eyes, tears peeking at the corners.
"Yes, I will always say yes, I just want to know if I get to take your last name?"
"Really?" she looked hopeful.
"Baby yes, I want nothing more than to live up to the Isles name and prove to you every day that I love you."
"And our kids, because I want to have lots of kids, I always wanted siblings growing up, and I couldn't have them so I want lots of kids." She looked into your eyes with the biggest smile.
"And our kids, but maybe we should start with a dog before we think about a baby." you looked into each other's eyes and saw the happiness flooding back to her features.
"Oh I can't wait." She squealed excitedly.
"but we don't have rings or a location, God, we have to plan a whole wedding, like with dresses and guests and a reception." She started overthinking and getting to excited.
"Well before we start freaking ourselves out how about we get you off the counter and go get a shower." you laughed pulling her into a heated but flirty/smiling kiss, but before you could say anything the door leading to the courtyard and guest house swung open, with Jane and Angela walking right in with bags of takeout.
"Girls!"
"Ma!" you heard Jane yell at her mother as she walked in on you guys, Maura in her just her skirt no top legs wrapped around you without a shirt in a bra and jeans. what you didn't realize was that you had thrown your shirt across the couch and her underwear was hanging on one of the chairs, and her bra was laying on the floor all in direct line of sight. You both quickly pulled away and snapped around, Maura jumping off the counter and pulling her skirt down, she slid behind you without a bra on trying grab her button up and grabbing the towel off the sink to cover herself. Angela let out a disappointed sigh and Jane snickered, Maura was bright red behind you and you owned your fate as you stood there half-clothed.
"Jeez, next time at least put a sign on the door," Angela said with a laugh.
"Ma, leave them alone it's their house." Jane said laughing seeing her best friend embarrassed as you stood there.
"That's my fault." You covered for her, putting your hand up.
"Hehe," Maura laughed, "At least this will be a good story for the wedding." She said peaking around your shoulder, not having the courage to reach to get her shirt or bra and expose herself.
"Wait wedding?"
"You proposed?"
They asked at the same time.
You laughed, "It was a very heated proposal, but I said yes."
"Well then congratulations!" Angela said Jane gave Maura a joy filled smile coming over to hug her but she stayed behind you.
"While this is great and all Y/N doesn't have a shirt on and I'm currently not trying to show off my boobs to anyone but my future wife so if you'd excuse me." Maura quickly turned and ran down the hallway to change, you grabbed your shirt and pulled it on buttoning the middle buttons, and went on collecting her bra and panties. You grabbed her shirt and followed to your bedroom, walking in you saw her scrambling to find an appropriate outfit. You chuckled shaking your head always on point you thought to yourself. You walked into your shared walk in closet and stopped her running an arm down her shoulder to her hip and pulling her in.
“Y/N I can’t with you.” She let out a small laugh.
“Baby it’s fine, I don’t think they really saw anything.”
“I didn’t have a shirt on and they walked in on us.”
“Yea but you grabbed the trusty towel.” You said motioning to the towel she had hugged to her chest. You leaned forward placing kisses on her lips and slowly pulled the towel away, you started kissing down her neck and sucked on her sweet spot, she let out a small moan and you kept going lower. Ghosting over her breast and playing with the nipple between your fingers. You stood back up pulling her into a kiss and pressing against her wrapping your arms around her.
“I didn’t get to even touch you.” She said with a pouty face.
“Well luckily we both have off tomorrow so we have all night and tomorrow to drown our problems.” You said to her placing one last kiss on her lips and handing her the bra, you stepped back and reached up pulling down one of your oversized plaid shirts and threw it to her.
“I’m gonna go help with the take out, just join when you’re ready.” You gave a dark little smirk and if it weren’t for Jane and Angela being in the house she would’ve jumped you right there in the walk in closet, she watched intently as you walked out adding a little sway to your hips. You quickly changed pace and walked down to the kitchen and turned the corner to find the other two women standing there. You walked up to the fridge and grabbed a wine bottle from the cabinet setting it out and getting glasses.
Jane walked over and gave you a hug while Angela warmed up the takeout you ordered and set what they brought out.
"This is just what we needed, I just wish Frost could be here."
"He was a great man, we would've asked him to be in it."
"I'm sure he would've been honored."
"Just be prepared, Maura is going to ask you which means you get the maid of honor duties." you both laughed as she reentered the room and helped Angela. Maura started cleaning the island counters, trying to erase any evidence of what just took place moments ago.
"Clean that all you want I'll never look at this kitchen the same," Jane complained with a laugh, and her classic Maura I hate that idea look.
"Leave them alone it's their house." Said Angela in a mocking voice.
You all laughed together and spent the rest of your night talking, trying to get through a rough couple of days, and even though it was embarrassing your best friend and "mother-in-law" finding you on the counter it was a small light in a very dark place.
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Erron Black X Reader - “You’re gonna be a daddy”
Summery: Short little wholesome story where Erron Black comes home from a long bounty, and seeing his woman outside their little home. She looks at him and greets him in a strange way, and whenever he asks about it, he hears something he never expected to here. Read the last paragraph before getting to the story!
TW: Miscarriage
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This is something that hits a little closer to home for me. Almost a year ago, I was gonna have a baby sister named Willow. I was at my boyfriend’s house and called my mom for something, but she sounded upset over the phone. When she picked me up later and I asked what it was about, she looked at me and said, “there wasn’t a heartbeat.” She was so depressed for months over it and we eventually discovered she has something called MTHFR, a blood clotting disease that results in pregnancy loss. Oh and just buy the way… My mom is going through a program to help her have one last kid, so the story has a happy ending.
In this story, Y/N has lost her children to this blood cell disease and was thought to never be able to have a family.
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The sun was bright and the unearthly birds chirped along with each other as they flew around the heated realm known as Outworld. A cute little deserted farmhouse was stationed quite a bit away from other civilians, but relatively close to the empire which Kotal Kahn resided in. A lovely pond was situated near the farm house and little gardens grew from the pond water. It was surrounded by woods, but a safe part of the forest. A lovely woman would go outside everyday to take care of the animals with her pet Outworlden cat, C/N. It was like a mainecoon and a demon had a baby, but it for the most part had the sweet maincoone personality. The woman had began to wear lovely loose white dresses lately, even in the bright and hot sun. But every single day had been the happiest day in her life ever since two months prior to when this story would take place.
But, she didn’t know this would be the happiest of even the happiest days. At least for now.
“Ooo,” she breathed out, holding onto her back as she sat down on a rock near the pond and garden for a quick break. She breathed in heavily, the morning air refreshing her skin but maybe a little too much so. She gazed over the beautiful own she built with her husband, remembering their dreams of starting a life together the way it felt it should be. Building a lovely little home and marrying there, and although it was just them at the wedding, they would later on find out they would have had another member of the family.
Her eyes gazed over the four tombstones on the other side of the pond. Y/N almost wanted to cry more for each second she looked at them, but those days would finally be behind her. She would always be a mother of those four, buried beneath the ground, and she would soon be a mother of five. Her first baby had died unexpectedly, and when she lost the third one, her husband spoke to his boss about what could possibly be wrong.
He was a blood god, god of war, and god of the sun- and the ruler of her realm. When he first laid on eyes on the girl, he felt pity for her; her gloomed face moving his heart enough to take time out of the day to help her. Each baby had died from high levels of homocysteine levels and eggs not being able to fertilize correctly- and it broke her heart more and more. Even the Kahn was upset for days after the meeting and allowed her husband to stay home for some time.
But, that was a year ago and her husband was off to complete a difficult bounty. Erron had been gone for about 3 months now, and the night before he left had been the night she would conceive her next child. She didn’t know she was pregnant until 2 months ago, and she had been seeing Kotal Kahn every single day for him to use his abilities on her and rejuvenate her. She wanted to badly to have her child- and her baby had lasted longer than any other. This one was going to survive.
C/N meowed as it chased after a bird that soared through the skies. “C/N!” The lady called out for her animal, “you’re gonna step on the flowers!” She huffed as the cat tripped over a watermelon vine- but this was an Outworld watermelon vine, so it was like tripping over a stubborn tree root.
“That cat’s gon’ get us killed one day,” a voice called out from behind her. She whipped her head around, her eyes widening at the sound of that familiar voice.
“Erron!” She called out, standing up and running into her husband’s arms, who chuckled while squeezing her under his loving grip.
“Hey there, baby doll,” he greeted, suppressing just how happy he really was to see her. Those long trips were always painful to go on, but the upside is that he gets more happy to see his girl’s beautiful face. “Y/N, baby, don’t cry,” he chuckled as he released her, grabbing her chin so she looked up at him. Tears flooded down her face more than usual, making her giggle as well.
“Haha, I told myself I wouldn’t cry this time,” she sniffled, brushing her hair out of her face. She instinctually put her hand on her stomach as the adrenaline died down which made her remember that her back was hurting. “Mmm,” she grunting as she backed up into the rock again, sitting down. Her husband followed her and sat down with her, wrapping his larger arm around her.
“Are you okay, suga’ plum?” He asked, glancing over at where she laid her hand. 3 months was still too early for a noticeable bump, but she was heavier than what she used to be if only by a little bit. Y/N sniffled, more tears pouring out as she looked at him.
“You’re gonna be a daddy,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around her husband. “This time, you’ll be holding your son in your arms happily! This one’s gonna make it!” Erron’s eyes widened as he blinked out in shock.
“I’m,” he started, chuckling, “I’m gonna be a daddy?” Y/N laughed, wiping more tears of joy while Erron wanted to hold his in.
“Yes! I already have his room made a-and-“ she stuttered while her breathe hitched. “I’ve been seeing Kotal everyday so he could rejuvenate and tell me what was going on with our boy. He’s as healthy as can be!”
That night, dinner was extra special. Along with whenever they went to bed later that night- they slept in each other’s arms that night, cuddling in their sleep. Little do they know in a few months, they wouldn’t be able to sleep that close together if they could sleep at all. Let’s just say S/N is gonna have his daddy’s fighting spirit.
Especially in his sleep when he kicks and punches his baby limps at those stupid monsters in what most kid’s would call a nightmare. To him, those nightmares are battlegrounds where nothing can escape his wrath.
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༉‧₊˚✧ paradox
eddie munson x cheerleader!reader
summary: you might be a cheerleader with a bit of a mean streak, but you’re not an idiot. you knew eddie munson isn’t a satanic cult leader, or that he killed chrissy cunningham. and for some reason, you couldn’t leave high school without telling him that.
warnings: reader has no specified race, ethinicity, or gender id. however, they are implied to be affected by misogyny.
a/n: requests r open !!!!
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“tonni, do you seriously not know how to fold a shirt?” you said, staring at the wadded-up polo in her hands. being the only two cheerleaders who actually showed up to volunteer at the school after the earthquake, you were naturally paired together at the folding station. this was despite the fact that you could barely stand her.
tonni was one of the few girls you’ve met who’s stupidity unintentionally makes her meaner. she’s rarely ever consciously malicious – save for the time she egged ryan jenkin’s car for standing her up at prom – but her knack for gossip and her talent for the dramatics makes her someone who you can only stand for short periods at a time before she becomes unbearingly annoying.
combine that with the fact that your ‘84 cavalier you spent the last year saving up for fell into the ground a couple months ago, and your resolve was paper thin.
“my mom usually folds mine!” she protested, a permed curl getting stuck in her lipgloss as she pouted. “i can’t believe she dragged me to this without me knowing a damn thing. it’s so humilating.”
“i highly doubt the families whose houses just got ripped open by an earthquake care about how stupid you look.” you said.
“whatever.” she huffed. “this just means we’re nicer people. you wanna know who i saw walking out of deb’s wearing brand new acid-wash jordache’s?”
“not really,” you admitted. 
“fucking stacey.” she growled, completely ignoring your protests. “you know what she said the other day? she said chrissy didn’t have what it takes to be captain. like, oh my god she died, like, a week ago.”
“two months.” you corrected.
“i think she’s just jealous,” she said, as if she wasn’t too. “like, i wanted to be cheer captain too, but i’m not gonna disparage the dead just ‘cause! plus, we all know you would’ve been head cheerleader, anyways. the whole swim team has the hots for you, and they’re way hotter than the basketball players.”
“god, just shut up.” you said, rolling your eyes. the only thing that tonni ever did intentionally was throw herself constant pity parties. “your whining is giving me a fucking headache.”
your voice was just stern enough to simultaneously scare tonni to silence while alerting ms. kelley – one of the supervisors who was overlooking the stations – of a commotion. 
“is something wrong over here?” she asked, causing tonni’s eyes to beam. 
“oh no, we were just teasing each other.” she laughed, knocking her elbow with yours. “although, we were wondering if there was any way we could switch stations for the day?” she asked, looking down at the clothes in front of her. “i think i’d be much better an making pb-and-j’s than folding laundry.”
the older woman smiled. “of course, i’m sure we can find somewhere else to stick the two of you.”
“actually, i’m allergic to peanuts.” you lied. “so i’m gonna stay here.”
“since when – ”
“oh, of course! tonni you can switch with,” she turned around, brown eyes scanning over the room intently. “eddie!” she said, motioning the boy over, 
the boy in question – eddie munson, fresh from hiding and doing his best to ride the high of being a free man – slummed over, profusely avoiding eye contact with his two classmates in front of him.
“eddie, could you switch stations with tonni?” ms kelley asked him. he gave a silent nod.
“hold on,” tonni said, lowering her voice to a pathetic attempt at a whisper, “you can’t stick her with him.” she pointed between the both of you. “we’re cheerleaders, ms. kelley. you know what he does to cheerleaders.”
she sighed, in all her guidance counselor glory. “considering the fact his charges were dropped, i think she’ll be fine.”
tonni’s smile was replaced with a displeased frown. she looked back at you for support as you rolled your eyes, beyond finished with her dramatics.
“fine,” she huffs again, walking towards the kitchen. “but just so you know, the blood’s on your hands, ms kelley!”
“i’ll take the risk.” ms. kelley said, giving eddie and you a court nod before walking away.
“she’s so fucking stupid,” you mumbled under your breath.  
eddie plainly joined the spot next to you, doing his best to ignore your prescnse entirely as he began working through the massive pile of laundry tonni neglected to fold.
following suit, you began working through a new basket steve harrington dropped off a little bit ago. at the top sat a pair of dingy white boxer briefs, looking worned out to death. apprehensively, you picked one pair up by the waistband and held it under the ceiling lights. dozens of indiscernrable wet patches littered the garment, and you dropped it back on the table in disgust.
“jesus fuckin’ christ.”
eddie, who was failing at making it seem like he was ignoring you, scrunched his nose and dragged the briefs to the garbage can next to the table with the back of his hand. “gross.” he said, wiping the back of his hand on his jeans. 
you mumbled a quiet thank you before the two of you fell back into a shrewd silence. despite this, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him regardless. and every third time or so, his gaze would skip from the clothes in front of him, to you, back to the clothes in front of him. 
the cycle continued for the next thirty minutes, trying to egg him on so this wouldn’t be as violently uncomfortable as it was, but to no avail. his nervous energy radiated off of him like a wildfire; vibrations of tension rippled through the woobly fold-up tables like the earthquake that brought them here in the first place.
you couldn’t blame him, you guess. considering he saw someone die, was falsely accused of murder, hid from cops and rabid mobs for a week until the earthquake shattered his friend’s kneecap, when he ultimately blew his cover to carry him to the hospital.
especially since you’ve eaten lunch with the people that led said mobs for the past four years.
but then again, maybe the discomfort was partially on you as well. a conjunction of words have been lingering in the back of your throat as soon as he walked over to you, and you were just itching to get them out. but with graduation a few months away, a part of you didn’t want to risk disrupting the little amount of peace he had left in this town.
so, you waited it out some more, and he continued playing the metaphorical game you accidentally challenged him to. and even though he struggled with the pressure your gaze held him under, it was ultimately you that cracked.
“i don’t think you killed chrissy.” you told him, finally looking away.
eddie paused for a moment, letting your words and all their implications sink in. despite what you considered to be your best efforts, the fire around him was just as lively as ever. 
it’s not like you ever did anything to eddie personally. but your differing status in the current social status of hawkins was enough to terrify him to the core, but he didn’t want to show that. he didn’t spend years of building up immunity from the bullying by the jocks and the populars just to sink back to rock bottom.
so instead he stiffens, hardening his exterior as seamlessly as he can. . “i think that the investigation kind of proved that.”
“well, no shit,” you said, “i’m not taking about that. i’m saying i never thought you did.”
“no shit.” he repeated.
you huffed, annoyed with his short responses. “look, she told me she was getting pot from you that thursday. at first i thought she was fucking with me, ‘cause she’s chrissy fucking cunningham. she’s holier than the virgin mary.”
“okay?” he asked, confused as to what you were talking about.
“what i’m trying to say is,” you put down the jeans you were holding before and turning towards him. “she’s kind of a square sometimes, but she wasn’t clueless, ya’know? and after i thought about it some more, i realized she wasn’t kidding. the past weeks leading up to the game she’d been acting super weird; she was paranoid as shit, always looking around like someone was watching her.” you sighed. “i tried telling jason that when he was on his whole witch hunt, but he just thought i was lying. saying all this awful shit about how i’m a slut that was being ‘led by the devil.’”
“that’s…” he started, trying to find the words – something he’d been struggling with since chrissy. “something.”
“it was fucked up,” you said, “but it kind of opened my eyes to some shit.”
eddie doesn't know why you're telling him this, and at this point, you don’t really know either. after everything eddie has gone through, he deserves to lose his trust in humanity. he deserves to have walls as tall as skyscrapers built around his heart, protecting him of any false shred of hope that people could actually think he was a decent human.
he wants to be the kind of realist that pushes people away, but he never was. because of people like chrissy and steve he now knows physical proof that these people that he’s villainized in his head for years can be good and kind. and fuck him for wanting some more of that.
“about what?” he asked finally, because he really wants to know.
“you, mostly.” you admitted. “but also kind of … everything?” you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were folding in between your fingers, remembering the events of that night. how jason, someone you’d known since kindergarten, looked you in the eyes and spit at your feet liek you were nothing. “i guess i figured if someone who was my friend thought shit about me that wasn’t true, then they could do the same for you.”
“that’s why you knew i didn’t do it?” he asked, even though you already said your answer.
“yeah,” you said. “that and i didn’t really buy into the whole satanic cult leader thing.”
“yeah, well,” he said while letting out a shaky breath. “guess i’m not the type to match people’s expectations.”
“but you aren’t, either.” he added on. “i kind of thought you were –”
“a bitch?” you finished.
“no!” he said, shaking his head profusely. “not really, i mean. you’re just kind of… i don’t know,” he sighed putting his head in his hands.
“it’s okay,” you assured. “i’m not offended. you’re not the first person to think that of me.”
“ah,” he said, understanding truly were you were coming from know. “so we’re both victims of small-town presumption, huh?”
“except mine is at least half-true,” you said. “but i’m, ya’know, trying to work on it. being less of a bitch to people. ‘s kind of why i’m here in the first place.”
“talking to me or doing community service?”
“both.”
“well, folding clothes for people who’s homes just got ate by the earth is a great start on the path to humility.” he joked. “but, uh,for what it’s worth, i don’t think you are one. a little scary? sure, no question. i mean, i was less intimidated being interrogated by a cop who just escaped a soviet prison than when you were glaring at me earlier.”
“i was trying to figure out a way to tell you that i didn’t think you were sociopathic murderer. sorry for overthinking it a little.”
“well, uh, to tell you the truth, it actually means a lot you think that. it’s nice to know that there’s one less person in this town that thinks horrible of me.”
“same here.”
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“jesus.” eddie shook his head, mulling over the story you had just told him about the time roy daniels told the whole basketball team that you gave the entire football team head so you’d be head cheerleader. “i don’t think you give yourself enough credit, ‘cause if everyone started treating me like i was some succubus, i’d go batshit.”
“a what?”
“succubus.” he clarified, his face flushing slightly. “it's, um, a mythological sex demon.”
“wow,” you laughed, and eddie realizes it’s the first flux of emotion you’ve shown since he’s come over. “ya know, for super senior, you’re kind of a nerd.”
“yeah,” he said, flashing a tight-lipped grin. “i’m a bit of a paradox.”
“no shit,” you said. 
“eddie!” a short-haired girl called out, running up to the table erratically. she quickly looked at you. “oh shit sorry, um hi?”
“um, hi.” you said.
“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you! im eddie’s friend, robin.”
“i’m –”
“oh, i know who you are.” she said as an impressively fast pace. “not in, like, a creepy way or anything! i’m, uh, in band. and you’re the one who does all the flips and stuff during the games.”
“yeah, that’s me.”
“buckley! munson! quit yapping. we’re like twenty minutes late to henderson’s thing we gotta go!” steve harrington said, approaching the trio.
“ugh.” she moaned. “i’ll tell you in the car.”
“i’ll meet you there,” he said, nudging your shoulder.
“it was nice meeting you, robin.” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile. you hoped it didn’t look as uncomfortable as it felt.
“you too!” she yelled back, waving over her shoulder as caught up with steve.
he turned back to face you. “guess i’m off. you’ll have to finish this load without me.”
“i’ll manage.” you said, and he smiled, sweet and genuinely. the kind of smile that used to give you butterflies in middle school.
“it was, um…” you gulped, watching him begin to walk away from you. “it was nice meeting you too, eddie.” you said. 
“golly jee!” he chirped, putting his hand on his heart. “i'm honored! I know that must’ve been hard for you.”
you rolled your eyes. “it was payback for putting up with me all day. it must've been hard hanging out with a cheerleader and not gutting her open.” 
he stared at you for a moment, mouth gaped. and then, he broke out into a fit of laughter.
“too soon?” you asked, scrunching your nose.
“not at all,” he cleared his throat. “in fact, that was probably the best thing anyone has said to me over the past two months.”
“even harrington?” you asked, and he laughed again. “i mean, no offense, but you are literally the last person i would ever imagine carpooling with steve harrington. and vice-versa.”
“he’s alright,” eddie shrugged. “way less cool than he was in high school.”
“guess that makes sense then,” you said. 
assuming he was leaving, you went back to folding the last of the laundry for the day. eddie, on the other hand, stood in front of you, twisting the ring on his pointer finger in thought. he turned around towards the exit, then back at you before speaking up again. “you know, and of course you don’t have to or anything, but if you want, and your friends are being dicks and starting mobs again,” he said, “then you could always hang out with us.”
“you sure you’re not scared of me anymore?” you asked.
“oh no i totally am,” he said, “but maybe increased exposure will nullify me.” 
“i don’t know,” you pretended you had no idea what ferocity was getting into you at that moment, even though you did. (1) all your friends are either dead, suck, or both, (2) you haven’t had sex in six months, and (3) the way eddie’s loose curls framed his how have you not noticed he was hot before face. 
“i mean, that actually sounds like fun.” you continued, “but, at least to me, it seems like the more direct way to approach your problem is to hang out with me one-on-one, right?”
eddie audibly choked, obviously caught off guard at your rapid tonal 180 in the conversation. you cracked a devilish smile. 
and, oh god as if eddie didn't think you were pretty before (which he did, because although he was respectful, he at least had eyes), seeing you smile like that threw him for a loop.
“one-on-one?” he asked, clarifying.
“yeah, maybe like a movie or something.”
“like a –” the sound of a car honking cut him off, proceeding a faint shout of “munson get your ass in the car!”
“yeah,” you said. “unless that’s too scary for a dungeon master.”
his cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. he coughed again, trying to pretend like the sound of your voice dipping into that octave doesn’t make him hard. “oh, that’s absolutely fucking terrifying. but luckily i’m kind of insane, so …”
“meet me at hawk at 7 tomorrow.” you said. “they’re showing castle in the sky.”
and even though eddie has absolutely no interest in watching an animated romance movie made for children, he agrees regardless. “see you then.”
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“fuckin’ finally,” steve groaned, watching eddie through the rearview mirror. he rolled his window down and poked his head out. “munson, if you don’t get your ass in the goddamn car in the next ten seconds you’re walking for the rest of the year!”
“sorry!” eddie said, throwing himself into the backseat. “you’ll never guess what just fuckin’ happened.”
“you folded socks with the captain of the cheer team?” robin turned around from the front seat.
“yes,” eddie said, “but also –”
“they didn’t say shit to you, right?” steve asked. “‘cause you know if they do that’s libel.”
“defamation,” robin corrected. “libel is written.”
“no one likes a know-it-all, rob.”
“you dated a reporter for a year!”
“no, they didn’t say shit to me,” eddie said. “in fact, they asked me on a date.” 
the car came to an abrupt stop as robin’s jaw fell open in shock. steve quickly pulled over to the curb and turned around.
“they what?”
“are you serious?”
“so fuckin’ serious.” eddie grinned. “we’re going to see a movie tomorrow.”
“okay, wait,” robin shook her head, “so they don’t think you’re, ya’know, a murderer?”
“no!” eddie said, smiling wide.
“holy shit, man,” steve said. “that’s big. real big. i mean, have you ever even gone on a date before?”
“okay, fuck you, harrington” eddie rolled his eyes. “i’m not some fifteen-year-old virgin. you know how many people got ‘fuck a guitarist’ on their bucket lists?”
“ew!” robin groaned.
steve ignored her. “that doesn’t mean you’ve been on a date.” 
“how could he not be a virgin and not gone on a – ” robin said, stopping herself before she answered her own question. she looked at eddie in disgust. “you are so gross.”
“is it really that much different?” he asked.
“what movie are you seeing?”
“... castle in the sky.”
robin stuffled her laughter behind her hands while steve signed and started up his car again.
“holy shit,” eddie said, his eyes widening at his realization. “i need a new shirt.”
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Sihtric had promised to come back for you when he left Dunholm all those months ago. As time passed, you began to grow less and less sure of the fact, resigning yourself to a life spent fighting for those who had wronged both you and your brother. Training was relentless, the rewards underwhelming, and the taunts from one-eyed Sven merciless.
You hated your life, wondering why the gods had been so cruel as to give you such a fate.
Sihtric was not a blood relative of yours, although you had much in common. You were a small child when you were enslaved alongside your mother, the only reason for your survival being your potential as a warrior in the future. She died of the sickness only two years after, leaving you alone. Being several years older, Sihtric had taken over the responsibility of caring for you and tried many times to protect you from Kjartan, often bearing the brunt of the violence instead.
Despite this, he never once blamed you, never once took his anger out on you. He was the only security you had and you loved him as a brother, so to watch him leave both broke your heart and terrified you.
Now that you were a teenager, you had to fend for yourself.
You were in the hall one morning when Sven stormed in with the news that Uhtred and Ragnar Ragnarson were in Northumbria and would surely attack. Although Kjartan was flippant, you had a feeling things would not go to plan. He ordered Sven to inform Thyra not to feed her wild hounds and, out of curiosity, you slipped out at once, following him down to the cells.
Having never before dared to venture down to where the “wild” daughter of Ragnar was being held, it was only then that you saw for yourself just how terrified Sven was of her - and listening to his voice tremble as he relayed the message made you smirk.
Her hounds barked as she screamed at him to get out, and you pressed your back against the wall as he did just that. As soon as he left, you let yourself become visible. Unsurprisingly, Thyra gave you a suspicious look.
“Are you another son of Kjartan?” she asked.
You shook your head, fidgeting with your sleeve. “No. I am Y/N. The son of a slave.”
“Why are you here?”
You had to be honest. “I heard that Sven was scared of you. I wanted to see if it was true.”
Thyra weakly huffed what you thought could be a laugh, and your shoulders sagged a little in relief.
“I think they’ll be successful, you know,” you continued quietly. “Uhtred and Ragnar. Kjartan says this fortress is impenetrable but I have heard your brothers are wily.”
“I have no brothers,” she repeated in a low voice.
Your hands clasped the bars of her cell. “I’m sorry. I understand.”
She gave you a strange look. “Do you?”
“I miss my brother,” you admitted. “Sihtric.”
At the mention of his name, her face softened. “Oh, yes. I remember him. He is kind.”
You sighed. “He was like a mother and a father to me. He took as many of my beatings as he could.”
“Beatings?”
“We are seen as bastards,” you smiled sadly. “Kjartan does not care for us. Sven tormented us. But when Sihtric left, he said he would be back for me.”
Thyra bitterly laughed. “I have heard that one before.”
At once, you became defensive, although you were unsure how much weight your words carried. “He will, I know he will!”
“Perhaps he will come with Uhtred,” she said in a neutral voice.
“Perhaps,” you nodded, hoping fervently that she was right.
~~
When the attack came, you hid yourself away. Nobody would remember to find and force a green boy to fight, he would only become a human shield. You seized your chance, grabbing the keys to Thyra’s cell and hurtling down to free her as soon as you could.
Thyra gave you a weak smile, although you could tell she had been crying; her hounds gazed up at the two of you, before following you up to the hall with Thyra in front. As she led you in, the door opened and you instantly froze - it was Sven.
But then one of the hounds by your feet growled, and the terrified look on Sven’s face reminded you of how fearful he himself was.
Still, you hung back slightly, watching in silence as Thyra set her hounds upon him. You were stoic as they tore him apart, his screams becoming synonymous with Kjartan’s - who was standing in a shield wall by the window. As Sven finally fell silent, Kjartan’s eyes drifted to you, and you held his gaze, full of hate for the man that had enslaved you and your mother.
There was nothing he could do but keep going, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“We’ll be free,” you murmured, staring at Sven’s mutilated body.
Thyra said nothing.
It soon became clear that you were right. Shouts that Ragnar and Kjartan had made the square quickly reached you, and at once you made to leave.
“You will not watch?” you asked.
Thyra shook her head. “Go, Y/N.”
Swallowing, you doubled back and took her hand. “If he is with Uhtred, then I will go with him. And if you come too, I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Thyra gently cupped your cheek. “You are only a boy, Y/N,” she said.
“I’ll become a man soon enough,” you said at once, eliciting a rare smile from her.
“Find your brother.”
Before you left, she pressed her forehead to yours. It was with a reluctant gait that you walked outside. Hardly anyone noticed you, their eyes glued to the fight taking place. Kjartan hurled insult after insult, so it felt all the more deserving when Ragnar finally got the upper hand and drove a sword through his chest. You watched as he continued to hack at the body, feeling a vicious sort of satisfaction to watch the man that had stripped the dignity and hope from your mother be robbed of Valhalla, his body stripped of its own dignity.
Eventually, Uhtred held him back, and you finally tore your eyes away to search the crowd of warriors for your brother. Then-
“Sihtric,” you whispered, your heart pounding.
Your brother was there, right at the front, his helmet removed to get a proper view of Kjartan’s demise. His face was a blank slate, one he had mastered from years of abuse, but you knew his emotions were in turmoil.
You wove your way through the crowd rather than across the square, not wanting to be noticed by anyone but him.
And notice you he did.
“Y/N,” he murmured, so quietly you could only read your name from his lips. He enveloped you in a tight hug as soon as you reached him, and you held him just as tightly. “I was looking for you. I feared you were dead.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you grinned despite the tears in your eyes, and Sihtric laughed as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“I promised I’d be back for you.”
“I know. I always believed you would.”
Sihtric fondly ruffled your hair, leading you away from the square towards the horses. “You have grown.”
You beamed, saddling your own horse. “I’ll be taller than you one day.”
“Keep dreaming, brother.”
~~
That evening, Uhtred questioned who you were. Sihtric introduced you to all those present as his younger brother, and it warmed your heart how quickly you were accepted as one of them, despite your youth.
After you reached Coccham, Uhtred briefly pulled you aside.
“Your brother is a loyal warrior, Y/N,” he said.
“I know, Lord,” you replied. “He is a good man. I hope to be like him someday.”
Uhtred ruffled your hair, a habit he had quickly picked up from Sihtric. “That is good. Although I hope that does not extend to his taste in women,” he added with a snort.
You laughed along a little awkwardly, unsure of what he was referring to. If Sihtric had a woman, you were not yet aware of it.
In truth, Uhtred did not have much to fear about your taste in women, because you didn’t have one at all. Your affections lay with men, although they had taken years for you to even recognise, let alone come to terms with.
The only one that knew of this was Sihtric - and he was more than understanding. In the time before his departure from Dunholm, he had been the one to help you come to terms with your feelings, after all.
As long as he was around, you were in good hands.
~~
Three years had passed since you moved to Coccham with Sihtric. You were on the cusp of becoming a man, preparing to swear an oath of loyalty to Uhtred after endless months of gruelling training. You had found many friends from many different backgrounds - Coccham had become your home.
For Thyra’s wedding to Father Beocca, you had travelled to Winchester with Sihtric, Finan, Uhtred and his wife, Gisela. He was a priest who had been present at Dunholm and prevented her from setting her hounds on her brothers out of anger and grief.
Thyra had emerged from her shell completely with the help of your friends, and you were fiercely protective of her. You knew Beocca would be good to her, having seen their love firsthand. It was with a wide smile that you watched Uhtred perform the ceremony. If anyone deserved to be happy and loved, you thought, it was Thyra.
Soon afterwards came the wedding of Princess Aethelflaed to Aethelred of Mercia, a man referred to by Uhtred as a bread-pudding of a boy. Your attention drifted elsewhere several times during the ceremony despite the fact that Father Beocca was presiding - Christian services simply bored you to death.
After the wedding, you sat outside on the steps of the palace, reclining slightly to soak up the rare sun. Sihtric was a little further down, embracing the woman he had told you he would marry someday. Uhtred and Finan dismissively referred to her as a whore, but you liked her. She was called Sigdaflaed, and she was a kind, funny woman who you thought was a perfect match for your brother. It was only the knowledge that Uhtred was also your lord that prevented you from stamping on his foot for saying otherwise.
Finan, however, was not, and so received many a shove for his crass words.
Currently, you were in half a mind to give one to Aethelwold, the insufferable nephew of the king who was lecturing Uhtred about… something or the other.
“All I will say, again, is that the dead man speaks the truth.”
Closing your eyes, you tried to block out the sound of his voice, until it was punctuated by another.
“Lord?”
“Some would say it is treason. No, no, this wedding is treason.”
“Lord?”
“This wedding is a betrayal of Wessex and the men of Wessex!” Aethelwold continued.
“Meaning you,” Finan muttered.
You snorted.
Aethelwold was incensed. “Should the king die, I have a strong and rightful claim!” he snapped. “Now, Alfred is working to make a new line of succession-”
“Excuse me, Lord Uhtred,” the voice shyly interjected again.
“Go away,” Aethelwold snapped.
Whoever the newcomer was, he was certainly persistent. Now curious, you opened your eyes, shielding them from the glare of the sun, and was surprised to see a novice monk no older than you standing nervously near a peeved Aethelwold.
“I am Osferth,” he said.
“You are a monk,” said Finan dismissively. “A baby monk.”
“Go away,” Aethelwold added.
Despite not knowing Osferth, you frowned at their rudeness towards him and gave Finan a shove.
“Oi!”
“Lord, you - you knew my uncle, lord,” Osferth continued regardless, although his eyes momentarily darted towards you and Finan. “His name was Leofric.”
Leofric was a name you recalled; Uhtred had regaled you all with many stories of the warrior, and adopted his favourite nickname - Arseling.
“Leofric was a great man,” Uhtred said.
At once, you noticed Aethelwold grin. “You are Alfred's bastard son!”
You picked up a small pebble from the ground and hurled it at him. It made satisfying contact with the side of his head and he yelped, making you and Finan snicker.
“Ow! Lord Uhtred, control your Dane-!”
Uhtred, naturally, said nothing and you made to stand up, making Aethelwold flinch slightly. It did the trick - he shut his mouth at once. Lowering yourself down, you smiled at Osferth, gesturing for him to continue.
“I wish to join you, lord,” he said. “Be by your side as my uncle was.”
Finan looked disparagingly at him. “No, we have no need of a monk.”
He was about to receive another shove when Osferth spoke again.
“As a warrior, lord,” he said steadily. “I wish to serve you as a warrior.”
You watched as Uhtred regarded him for a moment, hoping he would not turn the young man away. Despite his meek demeanour he remained stubborn, which intrigued you to no end. You began to wonder if Aethelwold’s words were true.
“Uhtred.”
Steapa had emerged from the palace, hovering over Uhtred. “Uhtred, you are wanted.”
Uhtred did not acknowledge him, continuing to observe the earnest monk.
“The king!” Steapa added impatiently.
“Enjoy the wedding feast,” Aethelwold muttered as he left, sulky at having been largely ignored.
When it became clear that Steapa was moments away from dragging him inside by the scruff of his neck, Uhtred stood up. “You. Find me again. Bring a sword and lose your cross.”
The smile that lit up the monk’s features inadvertently brought one to your own. “Thank you, my lord, I-I will!”
Beside you, Finan shook his head. “I’ll make sure the responsibility of training him falls on you, Y/N,” he said, and you only scoffed in reply.
~~
Evening had fallen and you were on your way home rather than joining Finan, Clapa, and Sihtric at the alehouse, electing not to have a sore head during training the next morning. As you turned a corner, you found yourself nearly bumping into the young monk from earlier.
“You’re a long way from the monastery, Osferth,” you smiled.
Osferth awkwardly laughed. “I’ve just left it, actually… for good. I remember you,” he added quickly, as though wanting to change the subject, “you threw that rock at Aethelwold.”
He seemed to be fighting a smile at the memory, which you found strangely endearing.
You smirked. “I did.”
“I don’t think I got your name…?”
“Y/N,” you answered. “Are you going to find Uhtred?”
Osferth nodded, and you grinned. “Then I’ll come with you.”
You were well aware that he probably already knew the way, but he didn’t exactly turn down your offer, giving you the excuse you wanted to spend a little time with him away from the others.
“Where will you stay?” you asked him.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I suppose I’ll need to find a room above the alehouse…”
“Or you could stay with us,” you offered. “Sihtric and I, I mean. We have enough room for the time being, and you won’t have to pay for it.”
He seemed genuinely taken aback by this. “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t want to intrude-”
“You won’t,” you said automatically, waving him off. “Besides, my brother’s getting married soon, so when he moves out it’ll just be me left. And I wouldn’t mind a roommate,” you added with a smile.
Tentatively, he returned your smile. “Will Sihtric mind?”
You shook your head. “No, he’s not Finan.”
He huffed a laugh at that, making you feel strangely proud that you had elicited it from him. “He doesn’t want me around, does he?”
“He might act like it,” you shrugged, “but he doesn’t usually give nicknames to people he can’t stand. You saw how quickly he’s taken to calling you Baby Monk, no?”
“That’s true,” he smiled. “I think he’s forgotten my name already.”
You laughed. “Maybe.”
~~
It was dark by the time you both reached Uhtred’s home. Being more familiar with it than Osferth was, you guided him down to the dock by the hall, where you knew Uhtred liked to spend quiet time with Gisela.
“I’ll get going, then,” you said. “If I’m asleep by the time you’re back, just let yourself in, alright?”
Osferth nodded. “Alright.”
He waved you off as you left to return to your home, happy to have found a friend.
~~
Sihtric had still not returned from the alehouse by the time the door opened again. You were still awake despite your lethargy, anxious to ensure Osferth reached your home safely.
“How did it go?” you asked at once, jumping up to meet him.
“Good,” he answered vaguely. You cocked an eyebrow and he exhaled. “Well, the only reason Lord Uhtred allowed me to join him was to embarrass Alfred. But I think Gisela likes me.”
“Well, I’d say Gisela’s the smarter of the two,” you said, closing the door behind him. “Don’t tell Uhtred I said that, though.”
Osferth smiled conspiratorially. “I won’t.”
You beamed. “Besides, you’ve got plenty of time to prove yourself. Give him reason to let you stay, you know?”
Osferth was taken aback. “That’s what I said!”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Then I’ll hold you to that even more,” you grinned. “Right,” you added, looking around. “I’d give you Sihtric’s bed for now but he might still wander in later, so you can take mine.”
At once, he protested. “No, no, it’s fine, I’ll sleep on the floor-”
“What kind of a host lets his guest sleep on the floor?” you countered, already pulling extra furs down. “Go on, take the bed. I really don’t mind.”
For a moment he looked conflicted, but eventually caved in at the stubborn look on your face. “All right. Thank you, Y/N, truly.”
At once you waved him off, but the warmth of his smile did far more to warm your cheeks than the roaring fire, and you knew at once that you were fucked.
~~
Training over the next few months was brutal as usual, but having Osferth at your side meant you actually looked forward to it. As Finan had promised, you were landed with the task of training the young man more often than not. If he ever noticed that you did not mind one bit, he would almost certainly revoke it.
At first, you were easy on Osferth, aware that the mere feeling of a sword in his hand was still largely foreign, but after a week or so you realised that if he was to yield any results, you would have to be tough.
“You’re seriously making me rethink whether I should’ve left that monastery.”
“Am I that bad?” you laughed.
The two of you had retreated to a corner of the alehouse to reward yourselves after a particularly gruelling training session.
“You’re a great friend,” Osferth smiled, “but a cruel mentor.”
You smirked, even if being called his friend didn’t feel nearly as good as it should have. “Well, it’s because I’m such a great friend that I’m so cruel. I’d quite like to see you again after battle, you know.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, “if my legs don’t give out on the battlefield first. What if I’m not meant to be a warrior, Y/N? I feel like an idiot compared to everyone else.”
“Everyone else started learning to fight when they were children,” you countered firmly. “Don’t compare yourself to them. I’m willing to bet you never even so much as picked up a weapon in all the years before you joined us.”
Osferth shrugged. “Even so, I’ll be nothing but a liability at Beamfleot.”
You frowned. “No, you won’t. Uhtred wants you there ‘cause you need the experience, and I want you there ‘cause… well, I’ll feel better with you nearby. Look, I’ll have your back, won’t I? Don’t worry so much,” you added with a grin, poking his furrowed brow, “or else that face will stick.”
He swatted your hand away but he was laughing now, and that was all that mattered to you.
~~
You had spent so long worrying about Osferth that you nearly forgot the fact that this was going to be your first experience of proper battle, too. As you travelled to Beamfleot, both of you were sick with nerves, but you were doing perhaps a slightly better job of concealing that than Osferth.
Instinctively you stayed by his side as much as you could, looking out for him as well as yourself.
Your training served you well - you were more than prepared, fending off every Dane that came your way, until you were forced to deliver a deadly blow to the last one.
The Dane fell to the ground for what felt like hours, and all you could do was watch helplessly as the life drained from his eyes. Time seemed to stop, and all you could hear were your rapidly shaky breaths, one after the other to try and calm yourself down.
“Y/N?” said Sihtric softly, putting a hand on your shoulder.
You jolted suddenly, not realising that your brother had found you. “I killed one of my own,” you whispered.
“No,” he said firmly. “If you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you first. Never forget it.”
He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, and you nodded.
“Don’t look at the body,” he added. “Just keep moving-”
“Sihtric, we need to keep moving!” shouted Uhtred, standing a little further down as the other men made their way over.
Sihtric chuckled, and you managed a smile. “Come on, Y/N.”
“Wait,” you said suddenly. “I’ll - I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Your brother nodded, patting your shoulder once more before joining Uhtred. You turned back, your eyes searching for Osferth.
Thankfully he was alive. He was standing over another dead Dane, clutching a bloody sword and in a similar state to you. At once you made your way over, stepping over bodies and trying not to look at their faces.
“Osferth?”
His eyes shot up, and his shoulders sagged in obvious relief. “Y/N.”
“Come on,” you said. “We need to keep going.”
But Osferth was frozen, and you couldn’t blame him for it at all. His strict religious upbringing meant he had probably never even seen death after such violence, let alone been responsible for some of it.
He was staring at the man’s face again, and you knew you needed to distract him.
“Look at me,” you said, gently taking the sword from his shaking hands. He did as you said, and when he did you saw the tears brimming in his eyes.
“I can’t do this,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“You can,” you said, “I swear you can. You’re still alive, aren’t you? That’s a good sign - you proved Finan wrong!”
Osferth ran a hand through his hair, his panic seemingly growing. “No, no, I-I’ve killed a man, Y/N!”
“That’s what warriors do!” you insisted, when Sihtric’s words sprung to mind. “Christian warriors don’t go to hell, do they? And besides, if you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you first-”
“Y/N!” bellowed Uhtred. “Grab the monk and move! We need to keep going!”
“Come with me,” you urged, handing him the axe from your belt instead. “Just stick with me and don’t look at their faces.”
You needed that advice just as much as he did, but he was so clearly disturbed that you felt compelled to hide your own distress from him for the time being. You needed him to feel secure with you.
Osferth was gripping the axe so tightly his knuckles were white. “Alright,” he whispered, letting you take his arm and lead him to rejoin the others.
~~
Even while Lady Aethelflaed was being freed, you weren’t able to fully focus. Despite wanting to stay close to one another, you were somewhat constrained by the orders you were given, and so could not follow him to the stables where he was to send the decoy away on a horse.
That meant the next time you’d see him would be on the battlefield.
After what felt like hours of knowing nothing, the relief that overwhelmed you upon finally seeing him again was short-lived as Sigefrid and his men charged at you. You took your place between Osferth and your brother, taking deep breaths to prepare yourself.
“Stand by me,” you murmured, seeing the fear in his eyes, “and no harm will come to you. I swear.”
He didn’t say a word as he stared at the Northmen, only nodding his reply.
In spite of their small number, Sigefrid’s men fought hard. You knew that after losing Erik, Aethelflaed, and the fortress, they were prepared to go to Valhalla that day - but you were not.
Sihtric’s words repeated themselves in your head as you fought. You lost sight of him after a moment and panic momentarily seized you until you realised Osferth was still beside you, holding your bloodless axe in both hands. You knew then that you couldn’t fail him, not when you had sworn to keep him safe.
So you swallowed your panic and continued to fight with all you had, the heat of battle consuming you as you slashed and parried and stood between Osferth and the enemy, until it suddenly dulled.
Aethelflaed had killed Sigefrid. It was all over.
You lowered your sword, breathing heavily as the adrenaline of battle seeped away. Beside you remained Osferth, and you smiled in unbridled relief.
“Come on,” you said quietly, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go home, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, finally meeting your eye and returning your smile, albeit a little shakily.
~~
Although the two of you were already close, Beamfleot bonded you together in a way that only your first taste of true battle could. You were inseparable after that, with Finan deciding he wanted to give you a nickname to match Baby Monk until you threatened to inform the fisherman’s daughter of his feelings for her.
A period of peace followed Aethelflaed’s return to Mercia, which allowed for Osferth’s training to continue - until the peace was disrupted once again. He was becoming more proficient with a weapon, almost ready for battle, as you cheerfully informed him after the battle against Bloodhair at Fearnham.
“You’ll be fighting in the next one, won’t you?” you said.
“Yes,” he smiled, “although I was quite content as a spectator, too.”
~~
Much had occurred between Fearnham and now, as you stood in the fields outside Beamfleot… again. So much that you could hardly wrap your head around half of it.
But you could not think about that now. You were outnumbered and surrounded by Danes on all sides, trapping you and the few men around you - including Osferth. You knew Edward had promised the men of Wessex as reinforcements, but so far they had not shown themselves. There were only so many Danes you could fight at once, as each time you felled one another took his place almost immediately.
“Where is Alfred’s army?” you heard Sihtric shout. “Why are they waiting?”
That same desperate thought filled your mind as you tried to fend them off. Your eyes shifted to the right, and you saw with a jolt of panic that Osferth had just attacked a Dane and caused him to fall from his horse, and another was heading his way.
Without thinking twice, you ran to him first and pushed him out of the way - but you couldn’t avoid the sword of the Dane whose warpath you were now standing squarely in. He slashed at you and you stumbled backwards, dropping your sword to clutch the gash in your abdomen as blood seeped through your fingers.
The pain was blinding. Soon you soon found yourself on the ground, your senses weakening with every second that passed. The voices around you grew quieter even as you strained to listen, to stay awake.
“Y/N, no!”
“It’s Alfred! Alfred’s army is here!”
“Stay with me, please - Sihtric, help me!”
You dimly saw the terrified faces of both Osferth and your brother before everything faded to black.
~~
You were unsure of how much time had passed when you finally stirred. At your bedside sat the one person you were most grateful to see.
“Osferth.”
“Oh, thank God. You’re awake.”
Your response was groggy. “Yeah.”
“You gave us a fright, Y/N,” he continued, breathing a sigh of relief.
Your hand moved to the aching spot on your abdomen where your injury lay, now cleaned and wrapped, and you winced. “How long you been here?” you murmured.
He exhaled. “All night. I couldn’t leave you, Y/N.”
You studied his face intently as he stared at his tightly-clasped hands. Dark circles had formed under his eyes from lack of sleep, and your tired heart swelled. “You been praying for me?”
His downcast eyes finally met your own. “Yes. I was… I was scared you wouldn’t wake up again.”
Smiling, you put a hand on his arm. “I couldn’t leave you either, Osferth. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Osferth returned your smile and sat a little closer, taking your hand in both of his. “I wanted to thank you, Y/N. I won’t ever forget what you did for me.”
“Huh?”
“You - you took the blow meant for me,” he explained patiently, despite sounding extremely shaken.
At once, the memories came flooding back in a torrent, of you shielding him whenever you could, fighting off Danes headed your way, pushing him out of the warpath of an attacker - but not fast enough to avoid the man’s sword. The pain had been excruciating.
“An’ I’d do it again,” you smiled weakly.
You were met with a look of confusion.
“Why?” Osferth asked, his voice hardly a whisper.
Reaching up with your other hand, you gave his furrowed brow a feeble poke. “That face’ll stick, you know.”
He laughed softly, gently pushing your hand back down. “Why would you want to put yourself through that again?”
“‘Cause I care about you,” you answered honestly. “I’d put myself through that a million more times if it meant you’d be safe.”
“Truly?”
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his face for even a moment. Osferth gave you a smile then, its familiar warmth so different from his usual smirk that your stomach flipped at the sight.
Before you knew it, that smile was a hair’s breadth from your own, silently asking permission to continue. In response, you leaned up a little to close the gap between you. Your hand dropped from his grasp as he moved to cup the side of your face, deepening the kiss.
“D’you fancy me, Osferth?” you asked afterwards, grinning weakly at him.
“I might do,” he replied with a smirk.
“You sure?”
He answered that with another kiss.
~~
For a while you lay there contentedly, closing your eyes while his hand absentmindedly played with your hair.
“I killed him, you know.”
“Hm?”
“The man that did this to you.”
Your eyes opened abruptly and you turned to him. “You did?”
He nodded with a frown. “I didn’t go in wanting to kill any man. But something in me snapped when I saw you lying there like that, and I… I wouldn’t let him get away with it.”
You smiled fondly at him. “I wish I’d seen that. I’m sure you fought well.”
He returned your smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.”
“It weighs on you, doesn’t it?”
He sighed and nodded. “I have killed only once before. And you know what I was like after that.”
You knew, and you understood. You had been the same. “You will feel less guilt with time, I promise.”
“You know what’s strange?” he said. “I feel guilty for taking the life of another man, and yet I would do the same again and again if it meant you would be avenged.”
His words stole your heart. Taking his hand, you brought it to your lips and pressed a soft kiss there. “I love you, you know.”
He looked taken aback by this for a moment, before his features softened into a smile. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”
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lokisprettygirl · 2 years
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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)
Read chapter 20 here //Series Masterlist
Chapter 21
Summary : Loki confronts Priscilla about her lies. You find a life changing truth about yourself.
Trigger Warning : alcohol abuse, mention of diseases, talk of pregnancy, toxic relationship
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You woke up with a headache and groaned. You drank last night and now you were regretting it "Should have drank water you dumbass" you grumbled to yourself as you got out of the bed, you had to work and you didn't think you'd be able to do it today.
Your chest hurt as well and you didn't understand the reason for it. It has been happening for a month now, at first it was mild but now you get sharp pains once in a while. You have read before that people have actually died of a broken heart, but if you had death coming for you , you would have died sooner than this.
You took a shower and got ready, you looked like utter crap as you looked at yourself in the mirror before you left for work.
"Are you sick?" Natasha asked you as you both sat down for lunch but you felt nauseated enough to not want to eat.
"I am..just hungover" she gave you a look of disappointment as she heard that.
"It's been two months. By the way did you hear a response from him, for the card that you sent on Christmas?" She asked you and your eyes teared up, you did have a dream where he whispered a I love you after he saw the card but dreams are not real. You weren't expecting a response from him, you were also regretting sending it now that you didn't hear from him, he must think of you as so desperate. And god forbid If Priscilla got her hands on it before him, it would ruin their relationship again.
"Look y/n you had a chance to snatch him away, he loved you and a little persuasion would have made him come crawling to you"
"I can't do that to his family" and you didn't feel worthy of being with a god anyways. The villagers looked at him like a superior being and you shouldn't have gotten a chance to even get in his presence let alone be someone he chose to love.
"Exactly..since you wanted to be a nice person and shit, be that person, commit to it"
You nodded as she said that, she truly wished things didn't have to be like that, she never wanted you to be so unhappy again but this was the truth now. He was gone and living his life with his perfect family.
"What if he's not happy there, what if he's sad?" You asked her and she sighed
"If he was he would be here, Just get back to work" she tapped on your shoulder as she got up in a comforting manner. When you went home, you made a cup of tea and snuggled Cat on the couch. It was Sunday tomorrow and you didn't have to work.
You could just stay here and sulk. You felt your chest burning again and a fit of cough started. You were definitely getting sick with something you could tell, maybe a pneumonia, you have had that before but you can't afford to be sick right now. You placed your hand on your mouth to not cough all over Cat and when you looked at your hand, it had blood spots splattered on it.
"Well that's not normal now is it?"
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Loki wanted to see what Priscilla was doing behind his back again so a week after the New years he followed her again into the city. She chose a different cafe today, she was wearing a new dress, but that's not the dress she had on when she left the house. He saw her stopping at a reststop to change.
He sat down on the station inside the cafe and had his back turned towards her, she wouldn't recognise him in this form anyways.
He looked like a midgardian, albeit a handsome one, his eyes were green, skin white, this is the appearance he gave him when he was kidnapped as a toddler. The marks gave him a distinct look and without them he was unrecognizable, besides Priscilla had never seen this form before.
He waited for the man he saw two weeks ago to arrive but he was surprised to see it was some different man, a new man. They talked, had a drink and then they were off to go somewhere so he followed them, he stayed behind to not look suspicious and they stopped outside a hotel. He didn't need to go inside to know what they planned to do in there.
So she was sleeping with different men every week? That filled him with disgust. He went home and worked on his garden to take his mind off it. He decided that he'd confront her today when she gets home. She had a child, was she even thinking about him?
He wondered what you were doing at that very moment, since the past few days he has had a weird feeling about you, as if you were hurting yourself on purpose and that you were severely ill. But if that was true Bruce would call him, he promised that he would.
When Priscilla returned, she went straight to get showered. Normally he never put hands on her personal belongings but he was curious, there were grocery bags that she brought back but he grabbed her purse and opened it. He found a wad of cash, crisp dollar bills. She told him that villagers raised funds for her but when he asked Darcy and Debra they denied doing that for her.
He also met Brutus find out why he wasn't selling his meat to them anymore and he started crying, apologizing frantically as soon as he saw Loki. He didn't understand why he was doing that, he asked several times but Brutus didn't reveal anything to him, just begged for his forgiveness.
When she came out of the bathroom he got up from the bed.
"Something wrong?" She asked him and he glared at her,
"You tell me Dear wife" he smiled but his eyes were teary, he felt so many things all at once but he didn't feel any care or concern for her anymore.
"I don't understand " she feigned innocence so he walked towards her,
"Of Course you don't, I followed you today" her eyes widened as he said that
"What do you mean? " her eyes teared up at the revelation
"What did you hear? I followed you and I know why you go into the city" she gasped and started hyperventilating almost immediately.
"No no no Loki I can explain I promise"
"Oh sure do, that's what I am eager for you to divulge" He smiled and grabbed her hand. She flinched a little thinking that he'd hurt her but he has never done that before and he wasn't going to start now. He walked her over to the bed and made her sit down.
"Explain now"
He pulled a chair out from the corner of the room, dragged it all the way to place it in front of her and sat down on it.
"I just.. I have been seeing him while you were gone, I was lonely and hurt" her lips trembled as she spoke.
"Him? But two weeks prior it was a different man, how many are there?" He asked her so casually, his voice remained calm as if he didn't care at all.
"You don't get to judge me Loki, you slept with that whore for months" his jaw clenched when she disrespected you again. She was lucky she was a woman and he still cared about the mother of the child they were raising together.
"I did.. but I stopped and let her go when I remembered that I had a life here with you, I pulled my heart out of my chest and stomped on it for you. I hurt the most important girl in my life, the girl that went above and beyond to save me. I broke the girl that loved me unconditionally just so I could do the right thing. I did it all because I thought we had something here, I thought we were a family" his eyes welled up so he blinked and let the tears fall down, his vision got blurry.
"We are family Loki, you are my husband and Alvis is your son"
"Is that why you have been whoring yourself to the city men?" He asked her as he crossed his arms and she gasped. She didn't have anything to say as she knew he wasn't wrong. "For what? For money? So you could indulge yourself with all these materialistic things?" He questioned again and all of a sudden she got angry.
"Yes..yes that's why I did it and I have been doing it for years you blind fool" she stood up and towered over him then she walked towards him and cupped his cheeks.
"You are so trusting, you always trusted me but I like money and I like buying things for myself and my son. Is it wrong to want things? Not everyone can live like a caveman the way you do" he was hurt, so hurt. He ruined you and what he had with you for her and she didn't have any sense of respect for him.
"You just had to open your mouth and ask for it Priscilla, I would have given you everything in the world, that's what I promised to give you when we got tied together, you are not doing it just for the money are you? You despise me and the way I choose to live, you hate me"
She snickered as he gritted his teeth while he spoke. He was so frustrated.
"You also fucked Brutus that's why you couldn't go get meat from him, didn't you?" Her silence was the enough answer he needed. How many men she slept with in the village. He felt humiliated.
"I'm done with you and this burden of a marriage, I'm not doing this anymore, I have been killing myself in these past two months just to make you happy and I am not ruining myself any further" he got up from the chair as he had to get out of this house. He couldn't bear to even look at her. He wanted to go to that one place he felt peace at, a little lake down the hill where he always spent his time whenever he was feeling restless. He named it as his own Valhalla on earth.
He'd often just go there, meditate for hours and come back when he started to feel okay. And he desperately needed it today. He turned around to leave but he heard her voice again.
"You can't leave me, Alvis is your son" he turned to look at her and chuckled
"I sure as hel won't leave him Priscilla, I'm going to take care of him because I know you are too busy with your job to take care of him properly but both of us know very well that he's not my son" her eyes teared up as he threw that in her face after three years of marriage.
"Ohhhh so finally you are showing your true colors, and I must say it's uglier than your skin" she spat venomous words and he was shocked to say that least.
"My true colors huh? You sure know why I even married you, there was no love between us, I didn't even know you for Norns sake. And I should have kept it that way because this woman in front of me? She disgusts me" She walked towards him and pushed him away with her hands.
"You gave him your name Loki and he's yours now whether you want it or not"
"I can take as I give you foolish woman. You fooled me with your act of innocence, you told me the lies even back then didn't you? You got pregnant with Andrew's baby and you told me that he betrayed you, that you didn't know that he was going to leave, but that's a lie too isn't it?" He asked her and she chuckled. He was starting to connect the dots.
"You knew people in the village would frown upon you, they would alienate you once they find out the truth so you came to me, begging and threatening to kill yourself along with the child in you, that's why I married you, that's why I gave him my name so you could live a normal life, well as normal as you can in this village. But you always wanted more, and you should get it. I'm freeing you from the bounds now, go insane for all I care" She screamed as his words hurt her, she needed him, she needed the house to come back to. He can't just leave her.
"You can't leave Loki, I'm pregnant again" she whimpered and he chuckled in response. He didn't even know this woman.
"No you are not, stop lying to me, it's not working anymore" he grabbed his shawl and turned around to leave but what she said stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Well then go..you useless pathetic filthy creature. I was so sick of living with you anyways, you are not even a real man, real men can at least provide money for their women"
He slowly turned towards her as the words hit him finally. He knew where he heard them before.
"Ohh you know I fucked her behind your back? she told me where you were, only she knew about it, isn't that correct? She was so sick of being with you, poor woman, she wanted a real man.. like me, a man with real money and that's what I gave her''
His heart sank and his gut screamed at him as he realised the scarring truth about his wife. Rogers wasn't trying to rile him up with a lie that day, he was telling him the truth. He was talking about Priscilla.
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You sat down in the waiting room, the coughing of the blood did scare you a little so you decided to get yourself tested. They took your blood and got the chest scans done because you complained of recurring sharp pain.
"Miss y/n? Please come in" Doctor Wanda invited you after your reports came back so you stepped inside her office and sat down in front of her.
"How are you feeling right now y/n?" She asked you and you smiled a little.
"I am okay, I do feel the pain though" she nodded and sighed.
"Well I have your reports here and I don't want to beat around the bush as your condition is deteriorating rapidly. According to the scan and bloodwork, you have stage two carcinoma and for the treatment you–" you cut her off mid sentence as you didn't understand the term.
"Wait what? What is carcinoma?" You asked her as you chuckled but your eyes teared up when you heard her response.
"You are suffering from stage two lung cancer y/n"
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delicatenightfury · 1 year
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Hard Truths
2022 Month of Writing: Day 18
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, platonic!John Winchester x reader
Prompt:
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Word Count: 1,180
Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work
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“So, you’re Dean’s fiance.”
y/n glanced over her shoulder. John Winchester was standing at the entrance of the room, observing her as she looked through case files and research. It was so weird having him around. He had been dead for nearly thirteen years. She had known him briefly before he had died, having been one or two hunts with the Winchester boys when they interacted with their dad.
Now, the brothers were out on a grocery run to get ingredients for Mary’s casserole. That left y/n alone in the bunker with their parents. Both of them. Alive and well. To say it was a little awkward was probably an understatement.
“Yeah,” she said.
“I, uh, noticed the ring earlier. When did he propose?”
“He asked about two years ago. Being a hunter doesn’t really allow a lot of room for financial stability, so he didn’t officially get the ring until recently.”
John smiled a little.
“Nice to know he’s finally settling down.”
y/n couldn’t help but nod.
“I never thought it would happen. We’ve both seen what hunting does to people, especially married couples. But I’m glad he finally asked.”
“So when did you start hunting with them?”
“About ten, eleven years ago. It started as an occasional thing, maybe the same hunt every couple of weeks or months, before it started becoming more frequent. Sam was the one that invited me to stay.” She paused and sat back in her chair, casting a glance toward John. “I actually went on two hunts with you and the boys.”
“Really?”
She nodded.
“First one I was hunting a demon in Chicago before Dean and Sam showed up. Turned out to be a demon controlling a group of Daeva. Next hunt was weeks later. We had just wrapped up one when they heard from a friend of yours. You were on the same job, which ended up also being a vampire hunt.”
John took a moment to observe her posture, and replayed her words in his mind.
“I take it that things didn’t go smoothly?”
“I mean, we got thrown around a lot.”
“I meant between the two of us.”
y/n shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
“No, smooth is probably the last word I’d use to describe it. We were civilized, but I definitely had my opinions.” She glanced at him, surprised to see that he seemed to be expecting more. “What?”
“What were your thoughts?”
“On you? You want me to tell you what my first thoughts about you were?”
He shrugged.
“Only if you’re willing.”
She looked at him for several moments, debating whether or not to actually tell him her thoughts.
“Well,” she started. She paused to give John room to back out, but he only looked at her expectantly. “To put it simply, I thought you were a dick.”
John ducked his head with a small smile. It made y/n relax a little.
“That right?”
“Oh yeah. You were so determined to kill the thing that got Mary, I could see it in your eyes when you talked about it. And I knew that that drive was what made you a good hunter. But I also saw the effect it had on your sons. The minute they saw you, their posture and personality changed. They looked more like soldiers. And after you left the first time, I could see how desperately they wanted to help you.
“Then when you came around the second time, you were still so sure to keep them in the dark. You claimed to be protecting them, yet you let them travel all across the country hunting monsters and saving people. God, I almost snapped at you during that hunt.”
y/n bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. She could picture the arguments she heard between Sam and John. She remembered how much she wanted to butt in and snap back, maybe even punch him. But it hadn’t been her place. She had stayed as far removed as she could during those moments.
“You turned your war into theirs,” she eventually continued. “So much so that they never really knew anything other than hunting. They had to grow up too quickly. Dean at least tried to make sure that Sam had a decent childhood. But Dean had to grow up too fast because you told him that it was his responsibility to watch over Sam and to keep him safe. He had to play mother and father to his little brother because you were too busy hunting. And I get that that’s the hunter’s life, but you dropped the ball on your responsibilities as a father.
“Believe me, I understand what it means to be a hunter and to have that drive to take out the darkness in the world. But there were two little beacons of light just waiting to shine, and they never did except for each other. You had a hand in making them the hunters they are, John, but not a lot in making them the men they’ve become. You let other people do that for you.”
She finally cast a glance at John. She expected him to be angry, annoyed, questioning who she was to judge his parenting. What she hadn’t been expecting was John staring right at her, nodding his head slightly with tears in his eyes.
“You’re not wrong,” he said. “I know I messed up and dropped the ball when it came to the two of them.”
“I’m not saying you didn’t love them, John,” y/n said. “I know you did. That’s clear as day to me with you being here. And you kept them safe when it mattered. You probably did the best you could, raising two boys on your own. But I’ve seen how tired the two of them get sometimes.”
John sighed and ran his hand over his head, sinking into a nearby chair.
“I never wanted for them to continue to live this life. Sam almost got out, going to college and everything. I heard Dean almost did too.”
“They’ve both tried. Almost succeeded too. But life just kind of dragged them back in.”
John nodded. He lifted his head to smile slightly at her.
“Seems like Dean’s trying to settle down again though.” The two glanced down at her ring and smiled. “Have you talked about what you’ll do?”
“We’re eventually going to try and step away. Maybe find a place close to the Bunker, find normal jobs. We might pick up a hunt every now and then, depending on what it is and the distance. But any choice that relates to hunting, we’ve agreed to talk about. We plan on talking Sam into taking a step back too.”
John smiled again, reaching over to pat his hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze
“Dean’s a lucky guy,” he said. You’re gonna make a hell of a Winchester.”
y/n blushed. She hadn’t expected that response. She smiled at him.
“I’m certainly gonna try my best.”
A/N: I was expecting there to be more Dean in this. Oops!
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randoauthor · 2 years
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As the Caged Bird Sings (P.M)
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Pairings: Young!Maverick x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Goose x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Carole x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of death, swearing
Word Count: 1k
Author's Note: Okay this one is really cute and I am very proud of it! I hope you enjoy it!
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Nick was your best friend. You were the reason he met Carole. After all, the two of you girls had been roommates since your freshman year of college. On one of the rare weekends that Nick had free he decided to come to visit you, he was like your big brother after all.
"(y/n)! Nick shouted from across the courtyard of your school. It had been months since you had seen him last. Except for this time he had someone with him, someone new.
"Nick!" you say running up to him and pulling him into a hug. Carole nudges you a little from behind. "Oh! This is Carole." Nick extended his hand for her to take it and you swear for a split second you see his gaze linger. You make a mental note to give Carole his information later. Turning your body to the young man next to your best friend you smile, Nick seemed to be too deep into a conversation with Carole to even realize that you and the young man hadn't actually met yet.
"(y/n)" you say with a welcoming smile and an outstretched hand.
"I gathered that," he said taking your hand in his, "Pete Mitchell." You look at your feet and feel your cheeks heat up. Pete Mitchell definitely wasn't a bad-looking guy and once again you make a mental note to ask Nick for his number or something later.
You thought it was gonna be good to see Nick and Pete again. It had been four years since you saw them last, and Bradley was getting bigger, he was like an actual person now.
"God Carole he's so precious!" staring lovingly down at the bundle of baby in your arms. "He looks exactly like Nick," you were gonna continue your sentence but Pete cut you off, "he is way cutter than Goose." you smile.
You weren't gonna lie, you had developed feelings for Pete Mitchell. Nick had given him your number all those years ago and ever since you two have been calling close to every night. Nick, Pete, and Carole were there for you when your parents died. You held Carole's hand while she literally birthed a human because Nick and Pete were out on a mission.
And today was finally the day, after close to four years of helping out your best friends you were getting to see the boys again.
But first, you had to keep a toddler occupied for an entire plane ride, but it seems incredibly worth it to see Carole run full speed to the love of her life, and then watch Bradley waddle to his dad. Only to be scooped up into his arms and peppered with kisses.
"It's good to see you again (y/n)." Pete appeared literally out of now where and you pull him into a tight hug, "God I've missed you," He chuckled hugging to tighter.
The boys were in some kind of special program for the top navy pilots, and the next few days were filled with such joy that you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing.
Nick was dead. Goose died while running a drill.
Carole tried to talk to you but all you could muster was a soft "I need to find Pete" before taking off, leaving your best friend and her son in the admiral's office on base.
And you looked everywhere.
Searching barracks rooms and hangers and the tarmac. You drove everywhere to find him, but you count it a win finding his bike. Parked in a spot in front of the beach. All it took was a few minutes of walking to find him, just laying there
"Do you mind if I join you?" He nodded, you didn't have to look at him to tell he was crying. You could hear him sniffle every now and then. You lay down next to him on the sand.
"He was a good friend Pete." You say softly. He nodded in agreeance slowly moving his hand to cover yours.
"He introduced me to you," he said calmly. "Actually I introduced myself to you but yeah we can say it was Nick." You and Pete both laugh. The two of you talk for a bit longer before he follows you back to his bike and then back to base.
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Nick's funeral was beautiful. You sat between Pete and Carole holding both of their hands. And during the reception you kept Bradley occupied, unaware that Pete kept his eyes on you the whole time.
That night you and Pete each took a broken person, you taking Bradley seemed easier because Pete couldn't look at him without crying. He looked like a small Nick, he looked exactly like Nick did when you two first met.
And after you settled Bradley and Pete settled Carole you two climbed onto his bike and took a drive to the beach, where you find yourselves now, laying in the sand holding each other's hands.
"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain." You sing softly,
"Too much love drives a man insane." Pete continued,
"You broke my will," You smile softly.
"Oh what a thrill," he says a little louder.
"Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" You two broke out into a fit of giggles
"Nick loved you, (y/n)," Pete said softly, looking between your eyes and your lips.
"Nick loved you too, Pete," you said softly back, leaning it a little bit more.
"I laughed at love cus I thought it was funny," Pete started back up again, making you laugh.
"He wanted to see us together you know," Pete started beginning to close the distance. "Maybe we should give him what he wanted." You nod a little before kissing him.
And goddamn did it feel amazing. It felt like everything you have been dreaming of your the past eight years, and for once since Nick died you felt at peace.
Clearly, Nick was happy too because as the two of you pulled away what appeared to be a meteor shower above the two of you, almost as if Nick said fucking finally.
From then on you followed Pete everywhere, wrote to him on every mission, and kissed him on every homecoming from then on out.
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secret-kpoplibrary · 2 years
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Inspiring Romance Pt. 2
Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: just them quarrelling- arrogant Yoongi
Genre: not quite angst but not really fluff either- Yoongi is obnoxious lol
Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.
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"Y/n my dear girl, you've been so good to me the last few years." Mr. Min had sighed, gently patting the back of your hand.
"I'm just doing my job." You'd shaken your head in response.
"Nonsense- you've always gone above and beyond for me. I want you to know how much I appreciate your help."
"Well, Mr. Min if not for you I wouldn't know who I truly was. You've been so kind to teach me about us."
"You deserve to know. And look how it's helped you, you've got friends who I'm sure will help long after our paths separate."
"Mr. Min-"
"I know I give you a hard time, but having you around has made the last few years better than I could've hoped for in old age." He smiled at you assuredly.
You sigh to yourself as you pack up some of Mr. Min's things. You don't know what to do with any of it really. You don't have a way to contact his grandson and you're not quite ready to start giving things away. For now, you've decided to pack some things up and leave them in his bedroom. You figure there are enough rooms in the house that you can leave his otherwise undisturbed. The sound of aggressive knocking at the front door pulls you out of your thoughts. You head downstairs and by the time you swing the door open whoever is outside has switched from knocking to abusing the doorbell. When you open the door a man with platinum blonde hair and shades is scowling on the porch. He lets out a low whistle as he takes in your appearance.
"Damn." The stranger breathes out.
"Can I help you with something?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Maybe." He smirks, leaning against the doorframe.
"I don't have time for this." You roll your eyes stepping back to close the door.
"Look, my grandfather owns this estate. In fact, that's the reason I'm here. He gave it to some twit in his will and I need to talk to the guy about it so, do you know where I can find him?" He straightens up.
"Ah- you must be Yoongi then." You muse.
"You've got me at a disadvantage sweets, you know who I am, and- I've no idea who you are." He says with a chuckle.
"Hi. I'm the twit your grandfather gave this house to." You say flatly.
"A woman?!"
"Last I checked, yeah." You cross your arms.
"A pretty thing like you was with my pops and he didn't know you were a gold digger?" Yoongi's eyebrow quirks up high enough to peek out from behind his shades.
"Oh my god think with the thing between your ears and not the thing between your legs! I was not dating your grandfather I was his caretaker you moron." You scoff.
"Moron?!" 
"That's what I said. You're wearing sunglasses not earplugs."
"Since when did my granddad have a caretaker?"
"Your cousin Lisa arranged it years ago."
"Why would my cousin get my grandad a caretaker?"
"Because her mother- was primarily taking care of him until she fell sick so Lisa wanted to make sure he was still taken care of since for some reason no one trusted you to look after him yourself." You say.
"You don't know me or my family." He snaps. You shrug,
"Just what your grandad and cousin told me. And I'll tell you that the fact you didn't show your face here until he died and you learned he left you nothing- doesn't really reflect well on you." You say.
"I'll remind you again that you do not know me. So I suggest you watch your accusations."
"I can assure you that getting to know you is nowhere on my list of desires. I'm simply looking after the estate that's now under my care and here you are at the doorstep. I took care of your grandfather, the man who raised you, for years and never saw you. You didn't even show up to his funeral. Now you're here for what? To demand that I allow you to fund the lavish lifestyle your granddad clearly no longer wanted to support in his death." You scoff.
"I expected to deal with someone arrogant-"
"I would hope you expect to deal with yourself every day." You cut him off.
"Excuse me?"
"Showing up to your deceased grandfather's estate to demand the decisions of his will be altered in your favor and starting off by insulting the very person you hope to sway is a level of arrogance I've never seen in person. I'd commend you but nothing about your behavior deserves praise and something tells me your ego is already far too big." You move to shut the door and Yoongi presses his hand against the door to stop you.
"We should discuss this properly. Perhaps I could stay for dinner? I did come all this way after all." Yoongi offers you a slight smirk.
"I know your grandfather would be heartbroken if I slammed this door in your face like I want to. So, I'm going to call your granddad's lawyer. Maybe she can offer you some insight seeing as I didn't make the decisions here your grandfather did."
"I don't need you to call his lawyer. I'm not looking for insight. All I need is for you to give me what is mine."
"If it were yours you would have it. Now wouldn't you? You can stand here huffing on the porch or you can come inside. I'm calling the lawyer because I don't get paid for your nonsense." You turn on your heel and walk off to grab your cellphone from Mr. Min's room. When you return downstairs the front door is closed so you assume Yoongi is somewhere in the house but don't bother to check as you dial Mr. Min's family lawyer.
"Hello?" The lawyer picks up quickly.
"Miss. Woo! Hi, this is y/n. I inherited Mr. Min's prospects, we spoke a few days ago." You say pacing around the parlor where you've taken the call.
"Yes I remember. Hi, how are you?" She asks kindly.
"I cannot even begin to answer that right now. This is- a bit odd I'm sure. I was just wondering if you would be able to stop by the house anytime soon? Mr. Min's grandson is here." You explain.
"Really? His grandson is there? Will he be around tomorrow? I'd come tonight it's just- it's a bit of a far drive to make this house call at the end of my day."
"I'm sure he can wait. I wouldn't want to disrupt your schedule with his demands. I understand this is probably unusual."
"I can assure you weirder things have happened in my career. I'll see you in the morning then?"
"Yes. Thank you, have a good night Miss. Woo." You say hanging up the phone with a sigh.
"Was that the lawyer?" You jump and turn at the sound of Yoongi's voice behind you. When did he get here?
"Shit- you scared me. Yes, it was the lawyer." You mutter.
"I wasn't trying to scare you. I was just walking around and I saw you in here."
"Yes that was the lawyer. She'll come in the morning." You sigh.
"The morning? Did you tell her it was urgent?!" Yoongi frowns.
"No I didn't because it's not. She's on the other side of town the drive is nearly an hour and it's already five which means she'd have to make the trip in rush hour. This is absolutely not worth disrupting her entire evening. The house is big enough that I'm sure we can manage to not kill each other for one night."
"I want this taken care of quickly." He tells you pointedly.
"Trust me I have no desire to be around you longer than necessary. You can spend the whole night sulking in your childhood bedroom- or in your granddad's room if you'd like. I'm going to make dinner in a couple of hours, you're welcome to join me if you can manage to be civil long enough to eat." You roll your eyes. Yoongi glares at you as you brush past him. You know Mr. Min was always extremely kind but- would he expect you to extend this much kindness to the spoiled brat? He did raise him but how could someone raised by him turn out so off anyway.
"Everyone deserves kindness y/n." You say quietly to yourself the words your mom has always said to you. You don't see Yoongi for the next few hours, which you expected and can't complain about. When Yoongi walks into the kitchen while you're finishing dinner you glance over your shoulder at the sound of his footsteps.
"You decided to join me for dinner." You muse.
"Well the other option is to starve for the night." He bites back.
"Want me to make you a plate?" You ask.
"I will make my own plate thank you."
"Worried I'm gonna poison you?" You joke.
"Poison me?" Yoongi looks at you suspiciously.
"It wouldn't do me any good. I already have all the things you know." You say.
"I wasn't even thinking you would poison me until you suggested it." Yoongi frowns making his dinner plate and sitting at the island.
"I was making a joke. Although thinking that you and your granddad would have similar senses of humor was hopeful at best." You shrug leaning against the counter opposite Yoongi.
"My grandfather would've laughed at that joke?" Yoongi scoffs.
"Yes actually. He totally would have. He found humor in most things." You muse. There's a long pause in the conversation before either of you manages to say something else.
"How long- did you say you took care of my granddad?" Yoongi asks.
"Like six, almost seven years. It was a while."
"So- I gather you were pretty close?"
"Not right away. He wasn't too stoked about having a caretaker really. He was polite but a bit grumbly. I guess I kinda grew on him." You shrug.
"You must've for him to- put you in his will." Yoongi mutters.
"I didn't expect him to do that."
"So you've mentioned." He huffs. You roll your eyes and finish your meal without saying really anything else to Yoongi. His time here is clearly not going to be something you can make the most of. You'll simply allow him to spend all night huffing into silence if that's what he wishes to do. Once dinner is done you wash up planning to leave but before you exit the kitchen Yoongi says one more thing.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"My room. I have some things to do. I was packing stuff in your grandfather's room before you got here, but if you want to sleep there I'll finish packing later." You say.
"You have a room here?" Yoongi frowns.
"Of course I do. I spent the night here regularly to take care of your granddad." You shrug.
"Oh. Okay."
"Goodnight." You say leaving Yoongi in the kitchen. You spend a couple of hours doing little things in your room until you're tired enough to go to sleep.
The next morning you get ready and even have breakfast without any sign of Yoongi. You wonder if he's left the house for some reason or another. If he's gone, he's obviously not obligated to tell you but since you called the lawyer to come all the way out here you hope he's around when she arrives. If not you have no way of contacting him and you won't force her to wait around for him. When there's eventually a knock on the door you answer it quickly.
"Hi Miss. Woo!" You smile.
"Hi y/n. It's good to see you again."
"You as well, thank you for making the trip out here. Come on in I'll just- call for Yoongi and we can get this over with." You say.
"Alright." She nods.
"Yoongi! The lawyer is here!" You shout up the stairs. "I honestly have no idea where he is, haven't seen him all morning." You tell Miss. Woo with a shrug.
"Well I'm sure he heard you."
"Oh, where are my manners? While we wait did you want anything? Coffee, tea, water maybe?" You ask ushering her into the kitchen.
"Just a glass of water will do thank you." She smiles. You pour her a glass of water and sit beside her at the island until Yoongi walks in about five or so minutes later. He's dressed at least, though he clearly just got out of bed.
"You're the lawyer?" Yoongi points at Miss. Woo as he walks in.
"Yes, hi. You must be Mr. Min's grandson yes?" She smiles.
"Yoongi, yeah. I see you two have already started without me."
"All I did was give her water. Since you're the one with complaints, it doesn't make sense to start without you." You roll your eyes.
"We haven't started anything. In fact, now that you're here, why don't you tell me what the issue is?" Miss. Woo says.
"I am his only grandson- I mean he raised me and yet supposedly he left pretty much everything to a woman I never even met?!"
"Actually that's not quite what happened. Your grandfather did leave you something, though there are- conditions."
"If my grandfather left me something why was I not told?" Yoongi crosses his arms.
"Well, Mr. Min specifically instructed me not to reach out to you." Miss. Woo says.
"That doesn't make any sense." Yoongi says. Miss. Woo hands Yoongi a sealed envelope.
"Here, I was told to give you this." She tells him. Yoongi opens the letter and scans the words quickly.
"Are you kidding me?!" Yoongi scoffs.
"What is it?" You frown.
"What did you tell my granddad?" Yoongi glares at you shoving the letter in your face.
"Me? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" You blink at him.
"No way my grandfather decided this on his own." Yoongi huffs.
My boy,
we've grown apart in recent years. You so desperately wish to separate yourself from who you are. I'm sure your travels have faired you well but I can't continue in death to allow you to abandon all responsibility to wander aimlessly. I've grown to trust y/n implicitly since meeting her and I think she is just what you need. 
"Just what he needs?! What the hell does that mean?!" You frown.
"My grandfather is trying to set us up. Keep reading." Yoongi huffs.
You're both incredibly stubborn but I expect you to give it a real shot. You might find I know more than you think. You need direction in your life, it's time to settle down and be an adult. Yoongi, if you live with y/n and get a job for three months, there's money for you that y/n will give you access to at the end of that time.
"Wait I didn't- Miss. Woo why didn't you tell me about this when you were here the first time?" You frown.
"Mr. Min had very specific instructions." She shrugs apologetically.
"This is ridiculous. I am not going along with this. I just want what belongs to me. I'm his grandchild not this woman." Yoongi says.
"Yoongi if you want to contest the will by all means do it. I won't fight you for it, this stuff isn't important to me." You roll your eyes.
"If it's not important to you then why won't you just hand it over?!"
"Because your grandfather gave it to me and I would feel guilty for ignoring his final wishes." You say.
"Oh great make me seem like the asshole."
"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You seeming like an asshole isn't my fault. You just are one." You scoff.
"Are you always so judgy?"
"Are you kidding me? You called me a twit like- five minutes into meeting me."
"I didn't know it was you!" 
"As if that makes it any better that you just insult strangers on the basis of your assumed inheritance." You roll your eyes.
"I don't mean to interrupt but these are the conditions your grandfather left you Yoongi. Are you planning on taking the deal or contesting?" Miss. Woo asks looking between the both of you. Yoongi looks at you with a hard glare.
"Contest if you fucking want. I can't believe Mr. Min's grandson is so ridiculously materialistic." You scoff leaving the kitchen. You wish Mr. Min had given you any sort of warning that this was going to happen. I mean, he'd talked about his grandson sometimes but to think he wanted you to date him?! A heads up would have been so nice. Granted it's not like he could've prepared you for the headache Yoongi's giving you now.
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Part 2/???
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