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inlovewithpandora · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Agedup! Kiri (18) x fem! Human Reader (18)

Synopsis: You’ve had a cold for the last few days, you think it’s nothing but your girlfriend Kiri think something more is going on but you’re just too stubborn to realize it.

Warnings: None just fluff!

Authors Note: I hope you all enjoy💗! (Please excuse any mistakes)

Word Count: 1.2k

Glossary: Oeyä tìyawn - My love || tìyawn - love

"Kiri I am fine *cough* stop worrying about me" You tell Kiri as you watch her in an almost frantic state as she grabs her healing supplies

You've had a cold for the past few days and it has only gotten worse. Kiri was worried that you had something more than a simple cold and wanted you to get checked out but you were being stubborn and didn’t want to willingly go to the lab.

"No Y/N you're not okay"

"Yes I am, I just have a little cold it'll be over soon... *sneeze* all humans get colds Kiri" As you talked to her your throat began to feel sore. You felt like something more could be wrong but you didn't want to find out if you had something more serious or not. You just wanted to ride this cold out until it eventually vanished.

Kiri began checking you out and the first thing she did was place her hand on your forehead, "Y/N you are burning up, something is definitely wrong" She grabbed your hand and began dragging you toward the lab "You're coming to let Max and Norm check you out right now" Kiri spoke in a stern voice which indicated to you that there was no way you could wiggle your way out of not going.

"Kiri you did the right thing by bringing her here, she definitely has more than a cold. She has the flu" Max told both of you as he continued doing more tests.

As you heard Max say that you let out a groan, "How long will it last?" you were hoping that it would go away in the next two days because there was going to be a party and you didn't want to miss it.

"It should last between four to seven days" Norm told you as he began to collect medication to give you.

"Four to seven days?! No no no I'm not staying bedridden for that long" you say as you get up and start walking around the lab. "Y/N you need to rest, it's the only way you'll get better. If you try to do your daily activities you'll grow fatigued and it'll take longer to recover" Max tried to tell you all the reasons why you should rest but you weren't trying to hear anything he had to say. You began storming off to your room which made Kiri, Norm, and Max shake their heads at your stubbornness.

Kiri began following after to your room hoping she could figure out why you were being so difficult. As she walked into your room she saw you sitting on your bed coughing and sneezing. She didn't like seeing you like this especially when there wasn't anything she could do to help.

"Y/N are you okay?" Kiri asked you as she gave you a tissue

"Yes *sniffle* I'm fine"

"Why did you storm out? Why don't you want to just recover and rest?" Kiri couldn't understand why you were trying to fight this sickness, she didn't understand why you didn't want to acknowledge your sickness for what it is.

"Because I don't want to Kiri okay?" You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, hoping that Kiri would stop questioning you. You didn't want to tell her the real reason because you thought it was cheesy.

"Oeyä tìyawn talk to me, what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you" she told you as she grabbed your wrist gently so you could turn around to face her.

"I-I don't want to say it Kiri it's embarrassing" you begin shaking your head as you look around your room.

"Y/N whatever it is you can tell me" Kiri began giving you a soft smile and gently touched your face to bring your eyes to hers. She was attempting to make you feel comfortable enough to tell her what was going on.

"I just don't want to miss the party this week..."

"The party? That's what bothering you? There will be other par-"

"No no it's not that Kiri!" You say feeling yourself getting frustrated, you weren't always good at expressing your feelings and Kiri knew that. You were always reserved growing up so sharing things wasn't one of your best qualities but Kiri accepted you nonetheless.

"Well just tell me what it is, tell me what you feel from here" She begins to place her hand over your heart. By her doing this it made you feel more relaxed, it made you feel more comfortable with telling her how you felt.

"I-I don't want to miss the party because it'll be our first time out as a couple and I don't want to miss it..." you spoke softly while looking down and nervously fiddling with your fingers.

As the words hit Kiri's ears her expression softened as she felt warmth engulf her heart, "Awww Y/N I didn't know you felt that way. I didn’t know our first time going out meant that much to you" Kiri was honestly surprised that you felt this way because you never expressed how you felt about the significance of the party.

"Well you mean a lot to me Kiri, I can't help but feel *sniffle* this way. I just hate that I had to get the stupid flu, I ruined *cough* our first time out together" you say with a sigh as you walk to the other side of the room

"I was really looking forward to showing all the village girls that you're mine" A sad chuckle slides through your lips as you sit on your bed.

All the girls throughout the village always tried to throw passes at Kiri hoping she would accept but she always declined. The girls always disliked you because of how much time Kiri spent with you so were excited to show them that you were an official couple.

Kiri chuckles at your response as she walks over and sits next to you, "tíyawn listen we have all the time in the world to show the clan we're a couple, you just need to rest right now so you can get better" Kiri placed her hand on your thigh and began sliding her thumb against your skin

"Once you get over this sickness we will strut around the village, making sure everyone knows we're official okay? We can even do a little kiss to make the girls even more jealous" she chuckles as she notices a smile spreads across your lips.

"Okay"

"So are you going to rest now?" Kiri was hoping you would say yes because she wanted you to take care of yourself properly so you could get better faster.

"Yes I am" You grab her hand and clasped it around yours "I'm going to rest"

Kiri's lips curled into a smile and she leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, "Yay! Okay, I'm going to get your medicine from Max and Norm right now!" Kiri stood up enthusiastically and walked out of your room and went to find them.

As you watch Kiri run out of the room all you could do is laugh, you knew Kiri's love language was acts of service. She always tended to take care of you even when you didn't ask. You always loved how excited she got when she did something for you and you knew by your being sick she was going to be by your side at all times.

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the-excellent-papyru · 1 year ago

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Decay!Tale p2

When I come to, I find myself in my cell. I know it's my cell because I recognize the stuff scrawled onto the walls. Symbols, words, pictures, etc. Something's different about it, however, and I can't place my finger on it… at least until G█████ opens the heavy titaniungsten door. There used to be a laser gate, but I guess he decided a heavy door would keep me in here better.

"Hello, Z99," he says in a deceptively calm voice. "I have some… questions… for you."

"I thought you weren't going to give me any quizzes until I make up for the explosion I caused in the chem lab a few days ago," I say as I sit up.

"No, this isn't a quiz. What do you remember from before you blacked out?"

"Why do you wanna know? Is this some sort of memory endurance test?"

"Just answer the question," G█████ says with frustration.

"Alright, jeez. Um… not much. Just absorbing that teal soul you left with me when you heard Sa– … uh… w-what was his name again? The short one?"

"The 'short one' is 1S. The taller one is–"

"2P. I… I remember that. Anyway, you left to see what was wrong with 1S. After that, I–"

"Absorbed the teal soul. You already went over that."

"O-oh, right. Heh heh. Um, then I got up and went down the hall to see if everything was okay, when I heard you and 1S talking."

"Do you remember what we were saying?" G█████ asks with a small hint of panic.

"N-no. I don't."

At that moment, I start coughing really hard, and 2P pokes his head in through the open door to see what's going on.

"IS ZE– UH… Z99 GOING TO BE ALRIGHT?" He asks.

"They should be fine as long as they don't–" I begin coughing up blood. "S██t. 2P, go back to your cell and don't come out until I say it is okay to, understand?" G█████ says with anger and anxiety in his voice. 2P nods and slips away. G█████ picks me up and carries me to the infirmary. Everything is hazy. My ears are ringing and my heart is thumping loudly, and the only other thing I can hear is my breathing. G█s██r shouts something, but it sounds muffled and distant. My mind races, and I begin hearing thoughts that aren't my own.

Hey, Zephyr. Can you hear me?

W-what? Yes, I can hear you. My name isn't Zephyr, it's Z99. Who are you?

My name is C███a, and your name is Zephyr, you just have amnesia. G██t█r took advantage of this so he could use you as a lab rat, so to speak.

H-huh? You aren't making any sense, C██r█. What do you mean, I'm a lab rat?

Well, you've noticed █a██e█ working on something with a teal glow, right?

Uh, yeah. A few times.

The conversation with █h██a gets interrupted by ██s█e█ saying, "You're awake. Good. Can you sit up?"

"I think so?" I say, trying and failing to sit up on my own. "Oh, looks like I can't."

Ga███r sighs with frustration and helps me sit up.

"I removed the teal soul to make some imperative modifications. I'm almost done, and once I am, you'll be sent to the Capitol to see if Asgore thinks your soul is strong enough to be one of the seven."

It has nothing to do with strength. Well, it actually does, but a different kind of strength. Gas█e█ keeps increasing the wrong strength.

"Hey, Gas█e█?"

"Yes, Z99?"

"Stop lying to me. Call it hunch or whatever, but I know that you've been lying to me the whole time. My real name is Zephyr. I wasn't artificially grown. So stop lying to me and tell me the whole truth. Including the truth about 1S and 2P."

"Fine…" Ga███r tells me the truth. The truth about 1S and 2P, the truth about Chara, the truth about the entire Underground, and the truth about me.

After it all sinks in, he makes me leave the lab.

I wander in a hazy trance eastward. I wander through Hotland and a giant noisy machine. According to a sign that I saw in a building called MTT resort, where I buy something called a 'face steak' and some sword-shaped sandwiches and sleep for about one and a half days, the machine is called the CORE.

Somehow, after a few hours of wandering, I reach an elevator. I step inside the elevator and ride it to wherever it goes. The first thing I see when I step out of the elevator is a monochrome path.

This triggers a lot of memories, enough to fill in the gaps everywhere else.

I follow the path and eventually reach a long hall, with golden light spilling in from the windows.

At the other end, I see the silhouette of a skeleton. I approach them quickly and end up collapsing in front of them. I manage to get on my knees and look up at them. It's Sans.

"heya, kid. how's it going? heh, still got them rosy cheeks, eh?"

"Sans? Uh, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"just thought i'd wait for you here so i can take you to see asgore before the five-year-old human comes to fight him to the death."

"Sure. Let's do– wait, what did you say about a five-year-old human?"

"there's a little kid who fell down here into the underground earlier today. they've made some pretty amazing progress, and should be reaching alphys's lab right about now. since they have a really powerful soul, they're the key to breaking the barrier. anyway, let's go see asgore now. also, ya might want this."

Sans lends me his jacket and leads me to the throne room, where Asgore is watering some flowers.

"hey, asgore," Sans says, startling the King. They both apologize simultaneously, Sans for scaring him, and Asgore for getting scared, and have a good chuckle about it.

"Howdy, Sans. Oh, who's this? I hope they aren't that five-year-old human that I've been hearing about, because then they'd be a very tall five-year-old."

"nah, this one ain't the little kid. this is zephyr, a human with a knack for falling apart literally."

Asgore notices that I have spots of heavily decayed skin on my hands, legs, and neck.

"Oh my. I hope you do not have leprosy, Zephyr, because that would not be good."

"It isn't leprosy," I say. "It has something to do with my soul."

"I've read somewhere that humans have the ability to create a manifestation of their soul, a 1-to-1 replica, so to speak. Do you think you can do that so I can take a look at your soul?"

I nod and focus all my energy on manifesting my soul. After a few seconds, a teal heart shaped object appears and begins hovering above my hand. It's covered in dark spots, and there are small chunks missing in various places.

"Oh my," Asgore says. "I've seen a soul like this in one of Gas█e█'s books. If I recall correctly, it's called a decayed soul. These kinds of souls can come in many colors, but they all look like they are rotting. Decayed souls don't start out that way. Something happens to them that causes the decay to begin. It's different from soul to soul, but... you get the gist, right?"

#undertale au #sans #asgore #decay!tale #decaying soul

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sohcah-toa · 3 years ago

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The diluc with a lactation kink is so good! Can I request something similar but its childe and zhongli?🥺

thank you! i didn't know whether you wanted it to be a 3some or not (or something else) so I just separated it! srry took me so long, i have exams coming up ✌

cw: NSFW (18+), lactation kink, dom!childe x preggy reader (no penetration), dom daddy zhongli x horny reader (penetration), slight cussing, modern (i guess?), minors dni!

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CHILDE

Childe supported your back as you stand up. You were seven and a half months pregnant. Your belly is very heavy but Childe is always there for support. These past few days you've been feeling a little worried.

You and Childe decided that you'll breastfeed the baby for the mother and child bond but it's been months and there's still no sign of you producing any breast milk for the baby.

"Maybe it's coming already" Childe said with a smile "Don't worry, let's get you some rest and find you some of those lactation cookies then listen to some relaxing music"

You and Childe searched for some ways on how you will lactate, so far nothing is working. You sighed, feeling hopeless "I'm sorry.."

"It's not your fault, come on now" Childe was very gentle with you. You're both very family centered so this matter of mother and child bond was so important for the both of you "Don't worry alright? I'll find a way" You nodded and gave him a kiss. He did too.

The next day while you were both having lunch, Childe thought of something. He turned to you with a serious look on his face. "I know how" he muttered and coughed slightly "I'd just have to pump it myself"

"Pump? What?" You were confused because he said this very randomly

"Your — breasts" he said, clearly blushing

You and Childe haven't done anything intimate in months because he was so afraid of touching your body. He thought of you as someone who is very fragile so he's containing his urges and secretly does it in the bathroom by himself.

"Alright, let's do it after eating" You admit to yourself that you're feeling excited. You've been longing for his touch ever since but don't want to pressure him any further.

;

You were laying down, shirtless, while Childe stands beside you. Childe cleared his throat "J-just tell me if it hurts alright?" you nodded and slowly he cupped your breasts with both his hands.

You clench your teeth. It's been so long since he touched you. He started groping it and you couldn't help but moan slightly.

Childe was sweating, nervous because he's sure once he touches you, it'll all go downhill. He started playing with your breasts, pumping it, his hands aren't even on your nipples but your moaning loudly.

"H-Hon, if you make sounds like that— you know" He chuckled nervously "You know!"

You couldn't answer, all you could do was breathe heavily and feel your silk dampen your underwear. Childe was grunting, it was beginning to feel hard to control himself.

His bulge was obvious since he was standing beside you, he was so turned on just by doing this. He knelt a little then leaned in to your breasts but looked at you first "C-can I?"

With a single nod, he hungrily sucked on your breasts. Licking and sucking on it, it felt so good that you stretched your legs and curled your feet. You touch his hair and push him in deeper, moaning.

He didn't stop, slurping sounds were heard along with his low grunts and your loud moans.

He stopped and breathe heavily "Fuck, I'm sorry but I — just can't take it anymore" he stood up again and started to remove his shorts and underwear.

You breathed heavily "It's alright.. I missed this"

He leaned in a little again and started to do what he was doing earlier, sucking and licking your breasts while touching himself. He felt a little embarrassed doing this in front of you but he had no choice. He stopped abruptly and then looked at you. You see him swallow then smile.

"Ah, success" He said as little droplets of milk fall from his mouth "Now for some husband and wife bond" You smile at him, you feel overjoyed by the fact that you're finally lactating. Because of this, Childe was unable to stop.

"H-Honey!" You call to him, feeling him biting then sucking the milk out of you. There were droplets falling on the side of your breasts but he licked that too leaving nothing behind. You see him touching himself and you decided to help him.

You turn slightly to the side, making it easier for you to hold it and for him to suck your tits.

"Hon.." Childe stopped and looked at you with eyes full of lust "I want to fuck you so bad.."

You breathed hard. He felt your breath on his tip and he grunted and held your face— holding his urges in. You leaned in and put his dick in your mouth. He stood up and moved his hips slightly. He moaned "F-fuck.. God—"

He held your head as you were laying down sideways. He started thrusting, fucking your mouth that feels warm on his cock. You feel the tip of his dick on your throat, his pre cum was all over you. He started going faster.

"H-Hon.." You tried to stop him using your hands "Can't —" you were gagging so bad that you couldn't speak. He doesn't stop though. He continues to go faster and deeper in your mouth while leaning a little bit to pinch your breasts. Milk started coming out, he finally stopped thrusting in your mouth.

"Shit. Sorry" he muttered and removed his dick in your mouth, only to lean in closer and stick it in your breasts. He pinched and let the milk drip on his dick. You took the chance to catch your breath while he moans and rub his own dick only for him to stick it in your mouth again.

"!!!" You were surprised that Childe did this, not hesitating to thrust in deeply. You taste your own milk as he pushes your head so he could go deeper.

"I'm— almost there!" He moaned louder as he kept thrusting deeper. Saliva and milk were all over your face. You eyes were red from his thrusts.

He closed his eyes as he feels his high. He thrusted faster. With one final thrust, he let go of your head and breathed heavily. You swallow his cum but there were drips on your breasts. His cum and the milk made your whole chest wet.

He looked at you and quickly grabbed a towel to clean you up "I'm sorry!!" even he was surprised by his actions

You try catching your breath "I-It's alright" you sit right back up and he helped you "Mission accomplished right?"

He sighed with a heavy breath "That felt so good. I'm sorry I couldn't really— make you feel good" you just smile at him. He sat beside you making you scoot, he cuddled you then leaned in for a whisper "After two months, I'll fuck your brains out"

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ZHONGLI

"Ain't he the cutest?" You stare at your baby as Zhongli walks towards you. The baby was in the cradle.

Zhongli puts his hand on your waist with a smile "Looks just like you"

"Oh please, it's you all over!" You smacked his shoulder playfully then embraced him, giving him a kiss on the shoulder you just smacked "What should we let the baby call us?"

"Hmm.." Zhongli pondered, truth was he already knows what he wants "How about mother and father?"

"You sure?" You looked at him "That seems so formal" you laughed playfully "How about mommy and daddy?"

"No!" You were surprised because he answered so quickly. You just looked at him with a raised eyebrow waiting for him to answer. "It's just—"

He sighed, looking at you with sad eyes thinking it might work but you ask him anyway. "What is it?"

"Fine" he sighed once again "We just kind of use those terms in the bedroom?" he felt so embarrassed saying this, in front of the baby nontheless. You feel your cheeks redden too.

"Now that you've said that, that does make it weird" You answered "Wait, are you touching my butt right now?"

Zhongli chuckled a little "Now that I'm thinking about our topic, well—" he just smiled at you, you know what it means: He's feeling it.

Since the baby is sleeping, you pull him towards the living room and push him on the sofa "So, about the mommy and daddy?" you start stripping in front of him. After you strip, you crawl on top of him and start to remove his clothes.

"My love — you're aggressive today" He says this but pulls your body closer to his as you remove his clothes. You start licking and kissing his abs making him grunt lowly, oh how those grunts turned you on even more, you start grinding on his legz letting him feel the wetness in your pussy.

He pulled you up so he could kiss you, he holds your waist to pull you closer into his body. You feel his dick twitch on your stomach, his pre-cum spreading.

He started touching your breasts, pinching it, knowing full well that milk is going to come out. You feel him play with your nipples as you kiss his neck, grinding on his erect dick.

"My love, I-I" he grunted again which made you do better at grinding, you feel the milk on both of your bodies as you grind with each other. Zhongli lets the milk flow.

You sit on top of him ready to insert his dick in your pussy. You were hungry for him, for his kisses, his dick, his cum all over you.

"I want you so bad" You muttered and held his dick as you position it, he held your waist and pulled you closer to him, making you sit on his stomach instead of his cock.

"Not yet" he muttered holding a finger up. He put both his hands on your breasts and pulled it closer to his mouth. He started sucking on it like a little baby. You start moaning loudly and grinding on his stomach. All your silk and the milk from before were everywhere now, even on the sofa. He sensed your thirst for him so he used his other hand to rub your clit from above his stomach.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed because he immediately put his finger inside of your hole "My love—!" he started going in circles then inserted another finger all the while sucking the milk out of your breasts. You couldn't help but make erotic faces while holding onto his shoulders for support "Please, put it in"

He stopped sucking for a while just to say "You know what to say", he stared at you, waiting for you to say it while he pinch your breasts, still letting the milk flow all over your bodies, creating a tiny puddle in his abs.

"F-fuck me daddy" You moaned, he quickly adjusted you and put his dick in, immediately thrusting in a fast pace. You moaned loudly while he's still playing with your breasts, letting the milk splash all over his mouth.

His thrusts went faster as he grunts. Ypu start moving up and down to match his pace, you feel him deeper inside you eith every sound your bodies make.

"D-daddy, faster!" with that Zhongli sat up, the puddle of milk went into the sofa. He made you kneel on all fours as he positioned himself behind you. He put his dick in your pussy hole and started going faster than before. You moaned loudly.

Zhongli likes it when you call him daddy while he's fucking your brains out. He leaned in closer to your ear while still fucking you "Let's make another baby" he pinched your breasts, making the milk flow again before going back to his usual position.

You screamed because of all the pleasure he's giving you "F-fuck — me daddy"

"Ghg. I-I'm close!" He muttered from under his breath, "S-say it one more time" his grip on your ass tightens with every thrust.

"Cum inside me d-daddy" You moaned, moving your hips as he fucks you deeply.

You hear Zhongli grunt one last time and felt his warm cum inside of you. As he removes his still massive cock, his cum drips on the sofa.

You plop on the bed and he plopped there beside you too, leaving you almost with no space so you hug his naked body.

"You're the only one who can call me that" he said as he cuddles you "The sofa is so wet and messy"

"We'll have to make the baby call us mother and father then" You giggle, you stood up and pulled him. You both stare at the sofa and then at yourselves then laughed.

— END ✧

note: hope u guys like this, im vv busy at the moment but i tried my best to finish this! im pretty satisfied with it hehe

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years ago

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Welcome to the Show: The Control 🔞

When it came to all of them, you would've thought he would've been the most withdrawn and traditional out of all of them- maybe not ever making use of your 'services'. But, looks like you were about to be proven wrong...

Tags/Warnings: mentions of Prostitution, discussion about sex work, boundary talks because we all should have some, smut, manhandling, small handjob (f. receiving), Dom/Sub dynamics, multiple positions, slight overstimulation, angst, fluff

Pairing: eventual OT7 x Reader, Seokjin x reader focus

Wordcount: TBA (Medium length)

Masterlist: click

Taglist: @hey-youre-appreciated , @fuck-expectations-people ; @chienitta (couldn’t tag, sorry), @joonie-jheysittinginatree97 , @justinetingball , @artisinalkoo , @theestrangeddreamer, @mageprincess7, @littleiswhattheycallme (couldn't tag), @hisunshiine

Seokjin is a rather private person.

He likes to wrap others in false security by making them feel as if they know more about him than he gives away; never saying too much, never letting anybody too close. It's not like he doesn't want to make friends- he's just very picky about who he lets how close to him at what point in life, keeping most people at a safe distance to make sure he can cut them off without inflicting damage on himself in the process.

Once he does trust however, he's basically attached at your hip.

Just like now, as he keeps knocking on your door, not letting you off the hook too easily. A staff member had spotted you buying some stuff for yourself; painkillers, tissues, and cough syrup- all while looking like a walking corpse. While not infectious anymore, you were still far from back to health again- having basically called in sick for the rest of the week.

"Ignoring me will get you nowhere darling!" He sings on the other side of the door, making you sigh as you open it to reveal a rather empathetic looking Jin holding a small bag in his hand. "Hey. I brought some actual food- because I'm pretty sure you're in no condition to cook for yourself, and good food is the foundation to good health." He smiles, and you nod in a tired manner, letting him in. "Just go rest again. I'll make sure not to mess up your kitchen too much."

"No no, let me help-" you start arguing, making him playfully shove you back out the small open kitchen you have, careful not to be top rough with you due to your condition currently. "Jin~!" You complain, until he does something rather unexpected.

He picks you up, just to put you down onto your couch, disappearing to get some blankets for you.

"I can do that myself-" you start yet again, before he suddenly leans over you; palms pushing into the plus material of your couch right next to your body, as his face is only inches away from yours. Have his eyes always been this.. menacing? You can't help but notice his broad physique from the position you're in.

"Ignoring me will get you nowhere, darling." He tells you again, this time however, it feels less like a joke, and more like a warning. "You'll rest until I'm done- and that's final." He tells you, a statement, not a question, or request. He leaves no room for arguing, and you can't help but simply nod.

Seokjin is certainly a man of surprises.

He straight up goes back to the Jin you know, smile on his face as if nothing happened right after he leaves you be, to go and prepare everything in your kitchen. You want to stay awake, want to keep him proper company- but the heavy blankets, the faint trace of his cologne, and the safety you begin to feel even while there's another person inside your apartment, make you fall asleep.

Unknowing of the way Seokjin keeps watching over you to make sure you rest well.

"He said you were sick. Are you okay now?" Jungkook asks over the phone a few days after, all seven of them currently shooting somewhere else- forcing you to stay behind by yourself for the first time.

"I'm good, don't worry too much." You chuckle, leaning back into your sofa pillows. It's odd to say it out loud, so you wont- but you start to feel like you actually miss them, even though you should be happy to have some alone-time again, no one randomly standing at your door to keep you company- or request it, for that matter. Though that's a whole different can of worms to open up, considering that at this point in time, only Namjoon had made the jump, nothing weird about his visits ant longer whenever he'd stop by.

He makes it feel less like he's using you, though, and more like.. You're not sure what to call it yet.

"Well I worry- you didn't say anything about the food I left you when we went to catch our flight yesterday!" Jin whines from the back of Jungkooks phone, sounding a little further away until Jungkook repeats what his older bandmate is grumbling to himself about.

"He says he left some bag in front of your door last night when we went to the airport?" He questions, and you hum a reply.

"Yeah, I ate some of it yesterday, but It was a lot so I'll be able to have the leftovers today. It's very good, that's for sure." You say, making Jungkook repeat that to the older singer who seems pleased with the answer.

"He said, and I quote:" He chuckles, before he forwards what Seokjin had apparently said. "Good girl." He says, and you're for once glad you're just on call- able to just hum a reply. "Hyung, I think she's flustered!" He teases, and as you hear the distinctive laugh in the back, you can't help but feel the need to defend yourself.

"Am not!" You say. "It takes a lot more to get me flustered than some random phrase fuckboys use as well." You complain, before you hear Jin's voice on the other end- tone however very much not like the usual light hearted, teasing tune he typically holds. It's much clearer too- he probably either had taken the phone from his bandmate, or Jungkook had put you on speaker without your knowledge. Either way; if you weren't flustered already, you'd certainly be at his next words;

"I'll keep that in mind then, darling."

Yoongi knows the code to your apartment door.

Mainly because you know the code to his studio too- you felt like it was only fair to share a similar secret with him as well in that case. And you trust him to a good extend as well, making it easy on your mind knowing the when the door opened, it could only be him.

"Geez it's cold in here." He mumbles, before spotting you on the couch, loose fitting shirt having risen up a little during your nap, exposing some of your back to him- the sight of your naked skin oddly scandalous, claiming his attention for a good moment before he's able to move on. "You should close the window, or at least get a blanket. You'll get sick again." He scolds, having seen you open your eyes already.

"But I like it when it's cold like that." You giggle a little, before stretching; lower belly showing a bit as you turn around, looking at him. He keeps his composure; on the outside no change, while internally, he can't help but wonder what your skin might feel like. "I sleep better when it's cold. I don't like heat."

"Is that so?" He notes to himself. He's noticed you being quite sensitive to your surroundings when it came to things like that; enjoying certain fabrics more than others, instantly feeling itchy when a tag from a shirt wasn't properly removed. He also saw you play around with the wax of a candle once out of boredom; something namjoon had scolded you for a little, just for you to get amused by it even more. However, for now he decides to not elaborate on his own comment though, simply moving on as he walks back towards your entrance. "The guys got some food. We ordered for you too, in case you wanna stop by." He instead tells you, moving his own desires to the back for the moment.

He'll get his time with you.

"To welcome you back?" You chuckle, peeking over the back of your couch at him. He feels like you're hinting at something else- something he won't catch onto for now, instead he simply shrugs.

"If you want to." He answers, making you smile. "A lot of us definitely missed you." He says, and your smile softens. You're not quite sure whats really happening- but for now, you'll let it continue.

"Cute." You comment, before following the rapper to accompany him to the rest of the band waiting already.

"You seem surprised." Seokjin says, as he walks through your door- this time bringing nothing but himself it seems, as he steps inside your apartment like he owns the place. He's comfortable, knows his surroundings by now- and while that's a good thing, it does slightly intimidate you.

Mainly because you couldn't figure him out yet, but it feels like he in exchange knows you well already.

"Well, I am." You admit to him, having truly been caught off guard when he'd requested you over text this time, making it clear that he didn't just want to stop by for a friendly visit. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be one of the first." You tell him, and he shrugs.

"I'm not, usually." He says, turning around to face you, hands in the pockets of his pants. "But, Namjoon had only good things to say. And if even Yoongi starts to trust you, well, I don't think there's anything for me to worry about." He explains, making you smile as you nod.

You take it as a compliment.

"So-" you start, swaying on your spot a little to not become awkward. "How, you know.. what do you want me to do?" You ask, genuinely curious on what he's secretly craving. He's hard to figure out, constantly contradicting himself it felt like; one day playful and easy on you, while the next he feels like he owns every breath you take. It doesn't even have to be days sometimes-

He can switch in the blink of an eye.

"Oh I'm not sure-" he innocently says, walking further into your apartment to sit down on your couch, calmly and relaxed as he waits for you to walk closer to him again. "What do you think I want?" He wonders, looking at you with an impish glint to his eyes.

He looks dangerous.

"I'm not sure." You admit. "You're hard to read." You tell him, and he smiles a bit, before one of his hands pats his leg; inviting you to sit.

On his lap.

And while you've done so many way more intimate and sinful things before, it feels as if you're doing something illegal as you comply to his unsaid request- carefully situating yourself onto his legs, facing him as his hands hold onto your waist, warm against your skin. "Is that uncomfortable for you?" He wonders, and you shake your head. "Good." He tells you, eyes roaming over your figure for a moment, taking you in. "Its only been Namjoon up until now, has it?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Most others visit from time to time, but weirdly enough only Namjoon has ever requested me yet." You admit, and he nods.

"I can see why he would." He says, voice a lot more serious than usual. "You're pretty. Not just your body." He compliments you, and you're not sure why tame words like that make you so bashful. "I enjoy being in control." He explains to you, slowly, carefully, as he leans back into the pillows behind his back, palms moving from your hips to your hands, playing with your fingers. "Of you- in this case." He says, and you nod.

It's somewhat something you've expected.

While the company does inflict its rules onto him, he somehow still manages to completely live on his own terms- not bowing down without any fight if something doesn't seem right to him. He reclaims every little drop of power over his own self, never blindly following what he's told. Be it stage outfits, dance steps, camera angles- if something doesn't feel right to him, he will fight it until it's right again.

And with the way he's able to twist words and convince others, being the smooth talker he is, there's rarely a time where he doesn't get his way at least to a certain degree.

"Okay with me." You say, and he nods, before brushing some hair out of your face.

"If you tell me either red or a flat out stop, everything ends. I want to make that very clear." He adds to his earlier words however, very serious on it. "I don't wand a mindless body- I want you." He says, and somehow, that last part makes your spine shiver.

It's odd to hear someone say that, and so honestly for that matter as well.

And once you nod, agreeing to his terms so to say, it's clear that he meant it when he said he wants you. Because his lips are on yours, confident kisses turning heated, hands roaming around with a mind of their own- a mind with clear goals, no hesitation as they carefully glide beneath your shirt, tracing your skin, before arriving at the edge of your bra.

"Take it off. Both." He demands, leaving no room to argue as you follow his command, pulling your shirt over your head before you unhook your bra from behind. It falls to the side with a dull sound against the small carpet you've got laid out beneath the couch- but its clear that neither of you care as his hands place themselves on your now naked skin, thumbs flicking your nubs in a manner that makes you flinch a little from sensitivity.

You can't help the way your hips start to squirm under his antics.

"You're so beautiful." He compliments under his breath, lips straying away to instead attack your neck, before he moves you around to face away from him. There's a hand holding your neck, keeping you close, while the other helps you get out of the rest of your clothes, leaving you with nothing to cover your body.

He doesn't waste time to get his hand onto your core, middle finger dipping inside your warm walls, making you ache for more to gain. But he's slow, painfully so, as he simply presses his palm against your pearl, never moving too much to bring you anywhere near your peak, but never too little to make it boring.

You're growing desperate. Will he even let you cum at all?

"So tight." He mumbles more to himself than anyone else, handling you around a bit to undoe his pants, shifting them down his thighs at least before you cam hear something crinkling behind you. The empty foil package that falls to the floor reassures you- and makes you antsy as well, unable to see him from the way he still holds your neck. "There we go- fuck." He swears, before he lets you closer again. "You want it?" He wonders innocently, and you nod, furiously so. "I'm not hearing anything." He scolds.

"I want it- please!" You whine, and its the moment that he takes that makes you wonder if he'll just eave you hanging- but then you feel him, his fingers sloppily moving over your core, making your hips jerk, before you feel his tip prod at your entrance from below.

When he slowly presses himself in, it feels like he just never ends.

You're full of him, in the best ways possible, as he sighs out in pleasure behind you. Your hips are held tightly however at your first attempt to move, voice dark from him, clearly displeased.

"You move when I say you can move." He growls, and you swallow thickly, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. It's too inviting like this- he can't help himself kissing the side of your forehead, your cheek, your jaw- anything he can reach.

And then he moves.

While the first few thrusts are slow, testing the waters, he quickly gains confidence in his actions again. Hands holding underneath your thighs, it's him that moves you- making you gasp out, legs helping to take over his arms as you start to bounce on his length.

His palms move to your waist, your sides, up to your chest; grabbing at your mounds, holding onto them as they bounce about. It's not like he hasn't gotten any action in years- but this? This is a filthy fantasy come true for him.

He knows what Namjoon had been talking about now.

He feels you clenching, notices you coming close- soon he suddenly pulls you towards him, keeping you tightly against his front, not letting you move as you whine and complain.

"You move-" he says, manhandling you to get onto your couch now, front over the siderest of it, while your knees dig into the plush seat below. "-when I say you move." He finishes, hand coming down on your behind once, before he enters you again, pace a lot harder than before.

It's skin on skin, the sound echoing off the walls, and your whimpers that fuel his desire for you even while he takes you.

"Come on now, hm?" He urges. "Cum." He demands, letting you lay on your side, leg held up by his hand, the first time making you able to see him.

His hair is pushed back, sweat lining his hairline, short nowhere to be seen as his belt jingles from its position, already slipping out of the loops of his pants, before it falls to the ground below, having escaped where it originally belonged. You cum at the way his thumb reaches down to press onto your clit- making you jerk as you cry out, hands coming up to your mouth to muffle any sounds.

He leans forwards as he spills into the condom, pressing himself into you for one last time as he rides out both of your highs for a moment.

And just like with Namjoon, none of it becomes awkward even after you're done- a natural feeling to it all, as Seokjin helps you to your bathroom, where he showers together with you.

Jin is a rather private person.

That's why it doesn't surprise you, when you realize that none of the guys know of your little get-together the night prior- sitting in Yoongis studio with Hoseok, both having requested some 'third opinion' on a track they're both stuck on at the moment. It feels more like they wanted your company, however- because they seem to know what they're doing just fine.

"Jin is in a.. pretty good mood today." Hoseok teases, and you groan, letting your head fall back a little as you laugh.

"I knew there was an ulterior motive!" You scold them both, making them laugh at the fact that they've been caught red handed. "Why didn't you just ask him?"

"He's not telling." Yoongi shrugs. "And don't take it the wrong way- it's not like he's embarrassed-"

"Even if he was, that's fine." You reassure the rapper with a smile, leaning back on the small leather couch in his studio. "Most men don't want to admit to having slept with a prostitute before." You bluntly reply, making Hosepk cringe a little.

"You're not a.. well-" he struggles to really find actual words. "That's definitely not the reason." He defends, and you smile at the way he feels the need to protect your feelings.

You know what you are- nothing bad to it.

"What he's trying to say is;" yoongi chimes in, "that he's just.. pretty secretive with that stuff. To be honest, we don't even know if he ever got together with the past girls either now that I think about it."

You shrug. "Either way, I'm not telling either." You say, getting up to leave the studio. "And I'm not letting myself be interrogated either." You tell them, before you leave them both behind to themselves.

"I feel like you should have sex instead of hurting yourself like this." Jimin comments as Jungkook tries to get his breathing back under control, before he takes a sip of water. "Burns down some of that excess energy you have." He chuckles, but Jungkook doesn't react much to it.

It's not like he doesn't want to- it's more like he doesn't know if what he can get from you can be what he wants, while also being something you want.

Jimin is an easy case- at least in his eyes. He's fine with just having casual sex, nothing more to it, never having been shy before with any of the other girls. Hoseok wasn't too hesitant either- but you feel different to him. The last girl and the memories he has of just the look on her face, still makes him cringe in shame.

He can't have that with you.

"Makes me think;you haven't requested her either." He grumbles towards his bandmate, who stutters a bit in his movements at the sentence, before getting himself back together. "So what's all that big-talk for huh?"

"I'm just saying, geez." Jimin rolls his eyes. "No need to get all defensive like that. Go get your dick wet, kid- you're getting awfully sensitive." He says, before he leaves the youngest behind to finish his workout alone.

Ad if it was that simple.

Getting up when the night prior there's been some visitor isn't usually something hard for you. Namjoon leaves a note for you every time, or even stays until you've woken up- but Kim Seokjin? Makes getting up early absolutely impossible.

His arm is draped over your upper body- forcing you down it seems, while he himself still occupies dreamland, eyes closed and breathing steady. He's almost naked just like you; blankets covering you both, warm while the opened window let's in some cool air from outside. It gives you some time to think- about what this all really was. Are you starting to slip, or is this all still just purely your job? You're not sure, especially not when Jin absent mondedly pulls you a little closer, lips now brushing against your bare shoulder.

This all feels awfully.. domestic.

Romantic.

All things you desperately need to avoid.

And it feels horrible in your heart, because for some reason, while knowing this will end up hurting you, you can't bring yoursf to distance yourself from him. Not when he's so close, so warm, so..

You're not sure.

But for now, you'll give in for the moment being, moving around to hold onto him just as he holds onto you-

Smiling, when he pulls you into his arms, even while fast asleep.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #seokjin imagine #welcome to the show au

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reds-ramblings · 3 years ago

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Apple Doesn't Fall Far - Part 7

Jake's P.O.V.

I park my car and make my way into the diner. I am hit with a wave of mixed emotions as I walk in the door. This is where we first met. I push open the door and walk inside and to my surprise MC is not here yet. I take a seat in the back corner away from the other patrons and where I can see the door while I wait for her. After a few minutes as I'm beginning to wonder, if she changed her mind, suddenly the door swings open, and in walks MC carrying a stack of books. She walks over to the table I'm sitting at and lays all of the books on the table before sitting down.

"Sorry, I'm late. Gracie was showing me her end-of-year project." She says.

"It's ok, MC. She's been working hard on it, and I know she was eager to show it off." I tell her.

"Yeah, umm, my name is Marabella, Jake."

"Yeah, about that, did you just lie to us and give us all a fake name back then? Did you ever plan on sticking around, or was it always your plan to run?" I ask angrily.

"No, running was never in the plan until I found out I was pregnant. I never lied to you, Jake. MC is a nickname; it's the name I had been called all my life. I just stopped using it when..." She trails off.

"When you decided to turn your back on all of us," I finish hersentence.

"That wasn't what I was doing. Okay, yes, that's what I did, but at the time, it didn't seem that way. I just didn't see any other way to protect our child." She says, obviously frustrated.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I'll stop bringing it up. I'll call you Marabella if you call me Jay instead of Jake. There's too much negativity attached to the name Jake."

"I can do that. So how long have you lived in East View?" She asks.

"I actually don't live in East View. I'm just here for the summer program."

"Oh, so where do you live?"

"Technically, I live in Duskwood." I tell her and watch her face instantly drop. "My house is in Duskwood, but I'm rarely there. I travel all over for work. Don't worry, I'll still be able to be here for Gracie. Depending on how I do with the summer program, I might be offered a permanent position."

"Oh, so there's a chance you'll stay close by? I would hate for Gracie to get to know you as her father, and then you have to leave."

"I wouldn't do that to her. At some point, once you're both ready, I do want her to come to Duskwood and meet Hannah, Lily, and her cousins." I tell her.

"How are Hannah and Lily?" She asks.

"Well, Hannah and Thomas are still together. They've been married a little over 10 years, and they adopted a little boy three years ago. His name is Max, and he's seven. Lily and Dan, well, that's a whole complicated mess."

"Wait, Lily and Dan?" She gasps.

"Yes, Lily and Dan. They got married and then divorced and then married again. They have Dan Jr., who is 10, and Kaylee, who is six. Believe it or not, Dan is actually an amazing father."

"That part doesn't surprise me. So did Jessy ever get out of Duskwood?" She asks with anticipation.

"She did, she met a man on vacation to Paris and ended up falling in love and moving there. The whole group gets together once a month at the Aurora. Although Jessy and Andre usually only join by FaceTime."

"What's Phil up to these days? Is he still the same womanizer he always was?"

"Nope, he's married with four kids. They have Judah, who is six, the twins Maycie and Marlee, who are five, Haven, who is three, and Cleo is currently pregnant with number five."

"What?!" She coughs out, choking on her drink.

"Yes, Cleo and Phil are married." I tell her.

"Ok, very funny now, I know you're messing with me." She says, furrowing her brows.

"No, I'm being serious. It took a while before they could even stand being in the same room after everything that happened, but they started messing around, and Judah happened. Phil did a lot of growing up when he was born, and they decided to try to have a real relationship, and they've been inseparable ever since. Once she found out she was pregnant with Haven Phil proposed and they've been married almost 3 years."

"Wow, I really never thought that would happen." She starts laughing. "Phil, the womanizer, is a dad of three girls. Isn't that just hilarious?"

"Yeah, we've all laughed about that a time or two."

Her face turns more serious. "What about you Jake? Are you married or have a girlfriend? Do you have any kids?" She looks down like she's afraid to make eye contact.

"No, just Gracie. I never got married and hadn't really dated. There have been a few flings here and there, but nothing serious. What about you? Is there a stepdad or future stepdad in my daughter's life?" I asked the question, but I'm not sure I want to hear the answer.

"No, Jake, nobody. Nobody has ever even been given the chance to take your place. She's wanted to know who her father was for so long. She's going to be happy to finally know the truth."

"When we first met, she told me she hoped when she met her father, he was proud of her. I plan on letting her know exactly how proud I am of her. I'm just worried she's going to be disappointed. What if I don't live up to her expectations, and she hates that it's me who's her father?" I can't help but feel a sense of dread.

"Jake, she loves you. You should hear the way she talks about you. I don't think you can do anything wrong in her eyes. Trust me, you'll be the favorite parent." She signs, "and I'm going to have to get used to sharing her."

"When do you plan on telling her?" I ask.

"I'm thinking maybe the weekend after the program ends. I think we should do it together, though. She's going to hate me when she finds out. I want you there to comfort her, and I want her to know you're going to be there for her." Tears start to well up in her eyes, and I know she's worried. I can't help but wonder what's going to happen myself.

"Thank you for letting me be there." I reach out and grab her hand. "It's going to be ok, Marabella." That name felt weird rolling off my tongue. It felt so foreign and out of place. She's no longer the MC that I loved so long ago; she's Marabella, a complete stranger.

"Sooo, how was prison?" She says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Seriously? That's what you're going to ask? It was prison. How do you think it was?" I roll my eyes.

"Oh, was it not a walk in the park?" She jokes.

"Actually, compared to being on the run, it was a relaxing vacation. It turns out if you almost bring down the government a time or two, everyone wants to be your friend when you go to prison." I say.

"How did they finally catch you?"

"They didn't. After I gave up on finding you, I just kind of gave up on everything. I didn't really care what they did to me, so I turned myself in." I shrug my shoulders, trying to act like it didn't bother me.

She looks up, meeting my gaze. I can't help but get lost in those beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so sorry. I never meant for that to happen." She says softly.

"It's ok. If I hadn't gone to prison, I wouldn't be where I am now." I tell her honestly.

We finish our meal, and she slides the books over in front of her.

"These are scrapbooks and photo albums from the last 13 years. This is everything you missed starting from the day I found out I was pregnant. Take them home, go through them, and feel free to make copies of anything you want." She slides them over to me.

"Thank you. This means a lot to me."

I leave the diner and headed back to the hotel. I lay out the books on the bed in order from the oldest to the newest. I open the first one. There in a plastic bag is a positive pregnancy test. There are also a ton of pictures of MC with an almost nonexistent baby bump. The next page has pictures of MC holding her belly during all the stages of her pregnancy. The next page has IT'S A GIRL written in big pink letters. In the middle of the page is a sonogram with the world girl typed in the middle. I pull the picture of the placeholder on the page to get a better look, and a folded-up piece of paper that's yellowed with time falls out from behind it. I unfold the paper to find a letter.

Jake,

Today, I found out we're having a little girl. I'm going to name her Hannah Grace, but I'm going to call her Gracie. We met because of Hannah, so I feel it's only right to give her that name. Without Hannah, there would be no Gracie. I'm both excited and nervous. I don't know much about raising a kid, and I know it's going to be challenging to do it alone. I just wish you were here to do this with me. I feel like I ruined everything by getting pregnant. I know it takes two, but I can't help but blame myself. I would give anything for things to be different. I want nothing more than to run to you and tell you everything. I would give anything for you to hold me in your arms again. Unfortunately, that would only bring unnecessary danger to our Gracie. I can't let her live a life on the run, constantly looking over her shoulder, so for that reason, I have to continue to choose her over you. I have to let you go. I hope one day I'm able to explain everything to you. I hope one day you'll forgive me for running away. I hope one day the three of us can be a family. Until then, I'm going to continue to write letters you'll never see and pray one day am of this pain will be worth it.

With all my love,

I sit on the bed staring at the letter in disbelief. I can't stop the tears that stream down my face. There are so many emotions overflowing inside of me. Reading that makes it hard to hate her. I've assumed this decision didn't hurt her at all that she was okay turning her back on me because she didn't care. I assumed she turned her back on us all without even giving it a second thought. This letter makes it clear that was not the case and that she did struggle with the decision, and she didn't do it to be selfish. I've spent this whole time hating her for hurting me and breaking my heart. I just assumed it was all easy for her. I didn't know that she was also hating herself for these decisions. This doesn't change anything though she's hurt me too deeply, and that's not something I can't just get over.

#duskwood #duskwood community #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwoodfanfic #iamjake #jake duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fandom #Apple Doesn't Fall Far

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jazzy-a · 2 years ago

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How I assume other fanfic addicts sort their lives...

-Keeping archive tabs on your phone/computer because you hope they will update and know you'll forget about them if they aren't already pulled up. (And then refreshing them at least 3 times a day.)

-Looking back through said tabs to realize you haven't finished reading four stories from an older series you aren't currently fawning over.

-Keeping said tabs open because- hey- you MIGHT come back to read them *cough* in a few months *cough*

-Finally deleting the seven searches for fanfiction you have open on a certain show that are all slightly different from each other. I.e. This pairing with Explicit results, and this pairing with emotional hurt and comfort. (Or, my personal favorite, the time where you just decided to start at the very beginning of the pairing’s results and see how far you could get.)

-Looking at your phone/computer and seeing you are a monster who, straight up, has like 24 tabs worth of fanfiction pulled up at any given time.

#archive of our own #fanfiction #death note #red vs blue #the sandman #game of thrones #karneval #stranger things #avatar the last airbender #hazbin hotel #interview with a vampire #karneval only in the sense that my own never posted writing is ALWAYS on some page of my phone or computer #these are the current fandoms i have pulled up rn

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cocastyle · 4 years ago

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Robin — ONE

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 5,047

A/N - this chapter was so much fun getting to write! I wanted to introduce you guys to the dynamic of our two characters before they take off into the world. they are just a super close pair which is definitely going to cause some interesting scenes throughout this movie, especially with Joel being in love Aimee at the moment and Y/N being in love with Joel. but no matter what, it’s their friendship that makes them Y/N and Joel and it’s just the cutest thing.

also, I just want to say, take note of the little letters Joel writes to Aimee. they are definitely going to show growth in Joel’s character as the story goes on :))

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R O B I N

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⭒❃.✮:▹ ONE ◃:✮.❃⭒

Dear Aimee,

I am wide awake. I've just gotten good at not really moving or breathing.

Being stuck in a survival bunker with a bunch of people who have all found their soul mate is less than ideal.

Karen and Ray got together a few months ago, so they're still kinda in their honeymoon phase. It is super physical. Good for them, you know. They're both very attractive and apparently quite flexible.

Hey, life's short. Especially down here.

After Tim's parents were eaten by a warm of termites, he and Ava became inseparable. In every way.

So pretty much everyone's coupled up down here besides me and Y/N. We're the singles of the bunker and I don't know how I would survive by myself without her. Having your best friend stuck down here with you helps a lot.

Our first baby was born last winter. It was super emotional. Welcome to the apocalypse, kid. The food sucks. At least you'll never know what you're missing.

Kala and Connor got together after Carol died. Carol was a cow who ate a box of laundry detergent and now we only have one cow. Her name's Gertie. Gertie is great. Y/N named her actually and every time someone uses the name she gets this goofy grin on her face that's hard for anyone to not smile back at.

Gertie's not our only food source. We actually have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It was easier in the beginning, you know, before we ran out of bullets. Facing down one of those things with a hanky handmade weapon is no walk in the park. Or that's what Robin tells me. I-I don't go on the hunting parties. They need me in the kitchen. I'm kinda the, uh. . .the chef of the bunker. Everyone likes my minestrone.

Me and Y/N being the only single people in the bunker has its perks too. We get to hang out with Mav1s. Of course, she's not much for conversation anymore. Her core battery's shot, just like every other Mav1s, I'd imagine. Actually never seen a working one.

Other than that, it's become our favorite pass time to mess with the other couples. Or at least that's what Robin does. I kind of just cheer her on.

Sure wish you were here, Aimee. I'd love for you to meet everyone and become closer with Y/N. Maybe we could do a little target practice together.

It's kinda my thing.

- - -

Y/N had been in the middle of dreaming about killing a monster when something began poking her face and pulled her from her slumber. Letting out a groan, the girl turned her head towards her pillow in an attempt to hide her face, but the person was persistent and instead began poking the back of her head instead.

"Joel," Y/N whined in annoyance earning a soft chuckle from the boy as he continued to poke her head. "Joel, I swear if you don't stop poking me right now I'm going to drag you out of this bunker and feed you to the nearest cold-blooded creature."

The poking stopped instantly and she slowly turned her face and let her eyes flutter open for a second to see Joel smiling at her in amusement. "Seven years underground and you still aren't a morning person," he mused.

Y/N groaned and fell further into her pillow as she closed her eyes once again. "I don't think I'll ever be," she muttered, her voice trailing off a bit at the end as sleep tried to take over once again.

"Hey, I just woke you up. Don't go back to sleep," Joel insisted as he reached out to poke her again. However, Y/N was quick to grab ahold of his finger and stop him without even having to open an eye.

"Don't poke me," she told him before letting go of the boy. "I'm tired, Joel. I don't have to see the sun to know it's still shining on the other side of the world. It's too early."

"Actually, it's not too far away from dawn," Joel said earning a groan from the girl because it was in fact too early. The boy frowned and gently nudged her as he rested his head on the edge of her bed. "Come on, Robin. I can't sleep and as my best friend it is your job to keep me from doing anything stupid while I'm awake. You can't exactly do that while sleeping, can you?"

"Joel," Y/N complained.

"Y/N," Joel mimicked. Y/N frowned slightly and Joel sighed before looking away as he got lost in thought. Finally he let out a small gasp and nudged the girl again, a smile appearing on his face, "I'll make you breakfast."

Y/N peeled open an eye at that, flickering her gaze over the boy's eager face before hesitantly saying, "Throw in a piggyback ride all the way to the kitchen and you've got yourself a deal.”

"Deal!" Joel exclaimed as he reached out to grab her hand and shake it. Y/N let out a soft sigh, knowing she was going to regret waking up, but pulled herself up out of bed and let out a yawn. Joel was practically bouncing from foot to foot due to his impatience and Y/N just ignored it as she sat up for a moment longer before looking to Joel.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said and the boy quickly turned around. Y/N lazily got out of bed before slowly getting onto Joel's back. He made sure she was on securely and waited until she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her head tucked into the crook of his neck before he was practically running out of the room.

"Woah! Slow down!" Y/N exclaimed as she almost went toppling off of his back from how bumpy the ride was. Joel slowed to a walk and looked back to her with an apologetic smile while she just rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're my best friend," she muttered, propping her elbow against the boy's shoulder in order to keep herself up right.

"You know you love me," Joel retorted and Y/N let out a soft sigh for she knew the boy was right. He just didn't understand the kind of love she had for him.

The two were about halfway down the hallway when they suddenly passed a door that was wide open. "Hey, Joel! Hey, Y/N!" a fellow colony member of theirs named Ava greeted.

The best friends turned their heads and instantly looked away, their faces red while Y/N hid her face against Joel's neck once again. "Oh. Hey, Ava," Joel said, coughing awkwardly as he held onto Y/N a bit tighter and tried to ignore the fact that he just saw Ava and her boyfriend Tim being intimate.

"Ava," Y/N greeted.

"Joel. Y/N. How's it going?" Tim asked.

"It's going good, Tim," Joel responded, attempting to hide his small smile as Y/N just shook her head, obviously embarrassed. "How are you. . .How are you doing?"

"Yeah, good," Tim replied.

"Good," Y/N muttered as she sat up a little more and just leaned against Joel's shoulder. "Uh, we were just. . .um. . .heading to the kitchen. Joel here couldn't sleep, so now here we are." She let out an awkward laugh and Ava and Tim returned it.

"Yeah, we know the feeling," Ava told her and both Joel and Y/N made a face.

"Yeah. Probably not for the same reasons," Joel muttered. "Y-You guys's, uh, door's open. Is that. . .did you know that?"

"Yeah," Ava admitted at the same time Tim said, "Yeah, we know."

Both Y/N and Joel didn't move before Joel muttered awkwardly, "Okay." A silence fell among the group after that and Y/N could just feel herself growing more uncomfortable by the second and it was obvious Joel was too.

"Batman, away!" Y/N exclaimed, pointing towards the direction of the kitchens in hopes that they could get away from this situation as quick as possible. Joel chuckled softly and shook his head before bolting off down the hallway making the girl yell at him.

Joel didn't slow down until they were in the kitchen, setting the girl down in a chair before moving across the room. "This better be the best breakfast you have ever created after putting me in that sort of position," Y/N told him. "This is why you sleep at night, so you don't have to see or hear what the others are doing when the lights are out."

Joel just waved her off with his hand and Y/N craned her neck in an attempt to see just what he was doing, but the boy merely moved his body each time so that she couldn't see. "Joel!" Y/N complained, but the boy was already turning around, his hands behind his back as he grinned at her.

She fell silent almost instantly, the grin making her heart skip a beat while she watched him stop on the other side of the counter. "You ready?" he asked and Y/N nodded her head eagerly, her stomach growling at the thought of food. Joel's smile widened and he quickly took his hand out from around his back and slammed an apple onto the table in front of her.

Y/N stared at the apple with a blank look on her face before scowling up at her friend. Joel just smiled and leaned his arms on the counter before he shrugged, "I never said what I was making you for breakfast."

"You didn't make anything," she pointed out, grumbling softly to herself as she grabbed the apple and took a bite out of it. "You tricked me."

"Hey, but look on the bright side," Joel told her and the girl raised an eyebrow. "Now that you're up, we can spend more time together and I don't have to be alone!"

Y/N made a face before looking to her apple and chuckling as she took another bite. "Well, joke's on you because today's planning day," she said, her words making Joel frown because he knew that planning day meant she would be with the hunting crew all day and not him.

"But planning day was last week," Joel complained.

"It was actually last month, but nice try," she replied with a smug smile on her face.

"Can't you skip it? I was wanting you to help me with my aim. I'm using the tips that you said, but it would be different if you were actually there to help," Joel said.

"I'm sorry, Joel, but I have to go. I have to pull my weight somehow," Y/N reminded him.

"Then at least let me help out. I don't do anything around here except make shitty minestrone," Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration and not noticing the way Y/N’s eyes seemed to follow the action.

Y/N set the apple down, rolling her eyes slightly when Joel picked it up and angrily took a bite out of the other side. "First of all, your minestrone is heaven, so never refer to it as shitty ever again," she told him. Joel just looked away and Y/N sighed before reaching out and setting a hand on top of the boy's arm. He hesitantly looked her way and she offered him a small smile. "I know you may think you don't do anything to help out around here, but you do, Joel. You help out in more ways than you may think."

Joel looked away and bit into the apple again. "You're just trying to make me feel better and I appreciate it, but we both know I don't do anything," he muttered. "Not anything important anyways."

"Joel," Y/N began but the sound of someone yelling her name made her fall short. She glanced in the direction of the voice, putting together who was calling for her and why. It was planning day after all and those days always started at dawn so that they could get some training out of the way before mapping out their next hunting trip.

Sighing, Y/N looked back at Joel and gave his arm one more squeeze. "That's my cue to leave," she said, pulling herself up out of her chair. The girl began to make her way towards the door before pausing and looking back at Joel who was just staring at the table with the half eaten apple in hand.

Before Joel knew what was happening, Y/N was jumping on him from behind, her arms wrapping around his frame for a quick hug as she kissed his cheek and said, "Have a great day, Joel. I'll see you later for lunch, okay? Love you." She then slyly stole the apple from him and winked in his direction before running out of the room as her name was yelled out once again.

Joel couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl leave, ignoring the way his heart seemed to skip a beat which was unusual for him.

"Love you too," he whispered.

- - -

Y/N stared at the map in front of them with a contemplating look upon her face. She was resting her head on her hand and gently tapped her finger against her cheek while her eyes flickered over the marks they had already made.

"Why don't we try over here?" Y/N suggested, pointing towards the section that they had already marked off as 'Do Not Enter.'

All eyes turned to her almost immediately and Connor shook his head. "Y/N, you know why we don't go over there," he told her, referencing the incident where half of their hunting squad got killed, but the girl was persistent.

"That was back when we were just beginning our second year down here. We're more prepared now," Y/N told them. "Every time we go hunting, we stay close enough that we can run back to the bunker if needed. We can't keep living like this. I mean, aren't you guys a little bit curious as to what it's like out there?"

There was a unanimous, "No."

Y/N frowned and looked back down at the map, her fingers now brushing across the small area she had been pointing at while the others all watched her. “Y/N," Anna Lucia sighed, walking over to the girl's side and placing a hand on her shoulder. "There are so many unknowns out there and you know that. What if we go out there and our whole hunting party gets eaten by those monsters? What would the others do?"

"Live off Joel's minestrone," Y/N suggested before sighing and looking towards her friend. "But what if we don't die? What if this opens up a whole new world for us?"

Anna Lucia squeezed the girl's shoulder before whispering, "We can't risk it."

Y/N frowned and looked away while Anna Lucia let her hand fall back down to her side. "Anna Lucia's right except for the being able to live off Joel's minestrone thing. I'm pretty sure he'd be out there trying to avenge you before even thinking about making minestrone," Tim spoke up.

"He wouldn't be stupid enough to do that," Y/N assured them.

"He'd be reckless enough," Connor retorted. Y/N gave him a look and the man sighed, "Seriously, Y/N? When are you two just going to grow a pair and tell each other how you feel?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, a light blush taking over her features as she looked around at her friends who were all smirking. "W-What?" she whispered.

"Gosh, you're insufferable sometimes," Anna Lucia muttered jokingly. "It's obvious that you like him and he is your best friend who is also the only one that's still single down here."

"Joel and I—" Y/N hesitated, the thought of actually being with Joel like that making her heart flutter. "We're just friends," she insisted before giving them all a sad smile. "We won't be getting together."

"It's only a matter of time," Anderson smirked making the girl glare in his direction. However, she didn't get a chance to say or do anything because they all were frozen in place as the lights to the bunker flickered on and off before turning on once again.

"What was—" Anna Lucia began, but Y/N could already feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and had a sneaking suspicion of what was happening.

"Breach," she muttered at the same time someone yelled out from another room, "There's been a breach!"

They all ran out of the room, a few of them scanning the perimeter before they made their way to the main room where everyone was waiting to help them get ready. They hurriedly put what armor they did have on their bodies and Y/N was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when she noticed Joel stumbling into the room with all the weapons in hand.

"Guys! Guys! I got the weapons," Joel announced before proceeding to hand them out to the hunters that walked by.

"Stay," Anderson told him as he took a crossbow.

Joel blinked in surprise, "What? What's happening? What's going on?"

"We've been breached," Y/N explained while she waited for Anna Lucia to grab her weapon so that she could finally reach Joel.

"Breached?" Joel asked. "What do you mean? Like, inside the bunker breached?"

"That's what 'breached' means, kiddo. Y/N, come on," Connor demanded causing the girl to sigh in frustration as him and all the hunters left the room. She turned to Joel who was still trying to process what was happening.

"Joel," she said and he quickly turned to her.

"Right. Right. Here," he muttered as he held out a back holster with two katanas strapped in. She had taken them off of a guy back when the apocalypse had first begun. He had been dead and it wasn't like he planned on using them anyways, so she had taken them in order to keep herself alive. They were her weapon of choice, but she was also one of the best shooters they had so she tended to use a crossbow when necessary. "And here's this," he told her before handing her a crossbow as well.

"Thanks," Y/N told him before nodding her head at him and running out of the room.

"Wait!" Joel yelled, but the girl was already gone. "Breached," he muttered to himself in shock before running after his best friend. By the time he made it to where everyone was, Y/N was already inspecting the gate to the sewers with a frown on her face and her crossbow at the ready while some others worked on getting it open.

"Anna Lucia, Y/N and I will engage," Connor directed. "Anderson and Tim, flank us."

"Flank 'em, yeah, okay. Where do you guys need me? The rear, or. . ." Joel trailed off causing them all to look his way, including Y/N.

"I thought we were past this, Joel," Tim told him as they all looked back to gate.

"Past what? You need help. I can help," Joel insisted. "In case you've forgotten, Robin and I are a duo and I know she goes on the hunting trips and I don't, but this I can help with. Let me help."

"You gonna make me say it?" Connor asked.

"Say what?" Joel questioned.

"You can't handle it, Joel," Connor told him.

"You're shook," Tim added.

"Okay, yeah. So, you guys don't get scared ever?" Joel asked them.

"We get scared."

"We all get scared, Joel, but you get really scared."

"We're not trying to make you feel bad."

"We love you, Joel."

"But you're unsafe."

"You're a liability."

"Even on supply runs."

"Guys!" Y/N exclaimed glaring at the men while Joel looked between them a bit confused.

"Okay, why did that speech feel so rehearsed?" Joel questioned.

"He's got a point," Y/N muttered, turning back around while she nervously fidgeted her hands against the crossbow. "If you're going to tell him something like that at least be sincere instead of rehearsing in your mirror beforehand."

"We did not—" Tim began, but the sound of a growl and something banging against metal made them all tense while Joel jumped back a good foot from where he originally was.

"Connor, Y/N," Karen said as she handed a device to the man. Y/N quickly stood up and hurried over, her eyes flickering over the screen where she could see a blue dot making its way through the sewers towards them.

"Shit," she muttered before standing up more and cracking her neck. She got an arrow ready in the crossbow and jumped in place for a moment to get her nerves out. "Let's do this."

"Okay, 30 meters out. Let's move," Connor directed.

The sewer door was pulled down before the hunters began making their way inside. Y/N was about to follow when someone grabbed ahold of her wrist. She looked back, her eyes locking with Joel's as he held on tightly and whispered, "I can help, Robin."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over his face while her mouth opened up to say something. However, she found herself unable to. All she could imagine was Joel getting attacked by whatever creature was in the sewers at that very moment. She couldn't let him go in there, no matter how badly he wanted to. This was the first time a breach like this had ever happened. Who knew what awaited them down there?

The girl rushed forward, hugging the boy tightly and making him stumble back a bit in surprise. She didn't give him time to react before she was pulling away. "I'm sorry," she whispered, quickly turning around and climbing into the sewers. However, she didn't disappear before she yelled out, "No one let Joel follow!"

Joel's eyes widened. "What?" he exclaimed before attempting to rush forward, but Tim was already there to stand in his way. "Tim, you got to let me go with her. I can't let her go alone. I-I can help."

"She'll be fine, Joel. Y/N’s a survivor. She won't let whatever creature this is take her down," Tim assured him before reaching out to grab the curtain. "You heard what she said. Now go with them." He then pulled the curtain between the two, effectively blocking Joel's view of the tunnel and leaving the boy standing there with a numb feeling coursing through his body.

"Robin," he muttered in frustration before turning on his heels and running to the room everyone was in. The door was locked behind him and Joel quickly shoved his way to the front so that he could watch the monitor with Karen and Kala.

They could all see five yellow dots moving through the tunnels near a bigger blue dot in the center of the screen. "They're getting close," Karen muttered, a silence falling upon them all as they noticed the five dots stop not too far away from the creature. Before anyone knew what was happening, the blue dot lunged out and grabbed ahold of one of the yellow dots.

"Shit."

"Oh, my God."

"It's got one of 'em."

"What about the others?"

The lights began to flicker while Joel felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice making everyone look his way. He was pale, his hands shakily holding onto the crossbow in his hands.

"We don't know if that's her, Joel," Karen tried to tell him. "She could be fine. She—"

"I'm going after her," he said before turning and running for the door. Everyone's eyes widened as people began to make a move towards him, by the boy was quick and already had the door open.

"Joel!" Kala yelled.

"They need help. My best friend needs help. I'm going," Joel insisted before running out the door and slamming in shut behind him.

Joel spun around quickly, crossbow in the air while he nervously looked around the bunker. It was like he was walking into a foreign place, the usual warm feeling of the bunker being replaced with nothing but an eerie feeling and a coldness that shook him to his very core.

His breathing was shaky as he began to walk forward, his eyes flickering around his surroundings while Joel tried to keep himself calm. The only thing keeping him from collapsing in fear was the knowledge that Y/N was out there possibly hurt. He had to get to her. He had to.

The lights flickered as he slowly made his way back towards the tunnels where he knew he had his best access to the others. It was a deafening silent as he walked into the room, so quiet in fact that his ears were ringing.

He nervously looked around and adjusted his hands on the crossbow. As he grew closer to the curtain Tim had pulled out earlier, a new sound filled his ears while his feet slowly stepped in the new puddles of water and blood that were on the ground. The sight made him feel sick to his stomach, so Joel did his best to keep his eyes staring straight ahead.

A lightbulb exploding behind him made the boy jump and spin around, his eyes wide in fear before he realized what had happened and turned back around. He could hear Tim and Connor's words replaying over and over in his head.

We all get scared, Joel, but you get really scared.

You're unsafe.

You're a liability.

Joel walked forward and took in a shaky breath as he attempted to push the voices from his head. His eyes continued to survey the area and he hesitated at the sight of a figure on the other side of the curtain. It almost looked like—

"Connor?" Joel questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. When there was no response, Joel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and lowered his crossbow just a bit. "Connor?"

It was at that moment that a loud hissing sound came from the other side of the curtain and Connor's body limply flew across the room before being shoved into the mouth of whatever creature was over there with him. Lights from the other side shinned their shadows against the curtain and Joel's eyes widened in fear as he slowly took a step back.

Joel's whole body was shaking, his eyes tearing up a little as he feared for not only his life, but Y/N’s as well. If the creature had done what it did to Connor with Y/N. . .well, Joel didn't even want to think about what he would do.

It seemed he wouldn't have to because at that moment the monster finished up eating Connor and turned its attention towards the curtain. It made a noise that Joel swore was able to rattle his bones. The crossbow was back up in position once again, but his hands were shaking so badly that he knew if he didn't get his fear together he was going to be the monster's dessert to the meal it just ate.

The monster began to stand up on the other side of the curtain, its shadow growing bigger and making Joel gulp. He shakily got the crossbow ready to fire before freezing at the sight of the monster appearing over the top of the curtain.

There were tears in his eyes at this point and Joel couldn't even move as he watched the monster tear the curtain down before moving towards him. A few tears slid down his face and Joel felt the fear and panic coursing through his veins.

He closed his eyes as the monster grew nearer, his face confronting in pain and fear as he felt the monster's breath fanning his face and heard the growls rattling in his head.

Then before he knew what had happened, he heard the sound of something flying through the air and then the monster cried out in agony. He felt someone rush by him and opened his eyes to find Y/N standing above the monster's dead body, one katana dripping with blood in one hand while the other protruded from the center of the monster's face.

"D-Did I kill it, or did you?" Joel whispered, her eyes flickering between Y/N who still had yet to turn around and look at him, Tim, and Anna Lucia.

"What do you think?" Anna Lucia asked.

"Robin," he muttered for he knew she had been the one to save him, his eyes flickering back over to his best friend. It was then that she turned to look at him, her whole body shaking as she breathed heavily and attempted to calm herself down. Joel inhaled sharply at the sight of her, her face covered in dirt and blood while a scratch ran down the length of her arm from where the monster had no doubt tried to grab ahold of her.

Joel began to break at that, tears rolling down his face even more while Y/N pulled the other katana out of the monster's head before shoving them both into their sheaths. She moved forward in an instant, her hands grabbing ahold of Joel's arms while she looked to him with a worried gaze.

"Joel, are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked earning a slow shake of his head in response. "What were you doing? What were you thinking? You could've gotten killed!"

Joel slowly lifted his gaze to her, his whole body still shaking as he whispered, "You-You were in trouble, Robin. I—"

Joel was unable to finish what he was saying, his words being cut off as he closed his eyes and more tears fell. It was obvious he was holding back a sob due to the fact they were in front of other people and Y/N felt herself soften almost immediately.

She was wrapping her arms around his neck without a second thought, pulling him in for a hug which Joel quickly accepted. His arms were around her waist and he held onto her tightly while he shook, his tear filled eyes flickering to the ground where the monster that had been seconds away from killing him laid dead on the ground.

- - -

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But I am working on it.

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blade-king-luze · 4 years ago

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"Unwanted End"

(OOC: A small story (or skit?) that I want to write out as I wait patiently for my mom's appointment to be done.

The layout will be REALLY weird considering this was done on phone. Inspired by an Inktober drawing I had done. I wanted to convey more of it.

Forgive me for leaving "Day 29" on it.

No dividers, nor summary! It will just have to get straight to the point!)

WARNING: Mild gore description, mild profanity

Feat. Luka Crosszeria

Music: https://youtu.be/jV3of8By4Y4

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Heavy breaths was all that we heard between Luka and I. He was at a good distance from me as we could barely stay up.

Our swords were clenched tightly with our hands to the point where our knuckles turned whiter than the bones within us.

I won't lose to him ... I don't care how long this takes. He can't have the upper hand!

... How long were we fighting for? I'd lost track of time long before he summoned his sword and pointed it right at me before the storm had hit.

I readied my stance once more as he had done as well. We both hesitated, sweat began to pour down on the side of my face. Luka's breath became unsteady as he pointed his sword at me once again.

I will end this ...

All of the pain he had left for me to deal with. All of poisonous words that would have gone to him was all dumped on me. My innocence, gone after my reckless decision to fight along side my brother.

Shattered. Everything. My meaning in life, my family that was cursed since the beginning of our time. The traitor that stands before me making me blind with rage.

Everything. Everything.

He will--

"What are you waiting for, Luze?" Luka suddenly said.

"... What?" I responded. Strange. He was the one to initiate the fight. I focused my gaze at him as it was blurry for a moment of exhaustion.

My left eye sensed something was amiss about him. I tried to shake it off, trying not to let his emotions distract me. This was to be one of our end here.

But the more I glanced at him,

He appeared more different. His stance seem to be controlled yet holding back something. His eyes from what I can see from my high perception, seemed numbed.

Was he ... Regretting something?

I shook my head as I glared intensity at him. My voice growled from my indignation. "I should ask you the same thing. Stop hesitating and come for me!"

I heard a subtle scoff from him as I was slightly taken aback. I held my sword steadily and pointed at him. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. "What are you laughing about?!"

"... Nothing." Was all he said. He looked at me calmly. Did he just ... smile? "You've just grown so much from the last time I saw you." My eyes widened slowly. "... I would have to admit. You're quite diligent than I am. And you're very determined to get rid of me."

I gritted my teeth and glared intensely at him. "Shut up! None from which you say will have any meaning towards me!" I felt my hand shake from holding my sword tighter. "You'll pay for all you've done to us! All of the shit you left behind just for the sake of that Hume! What in seven hells do you fucking take us for?!"

Luka closed his eyes as he lowered his sword. He looked up again. That same solemn face ...

"... I understand that you're angry at me. More than what you have to go through after I left everyone.

No ... After I left you." I was taken aback. I gasped slightly ... He continued. "I know it would be beneficial to end this between us. We are Zess after all like I stated earlier, are we not? It's our duty to be in the frontlines whether we like it or not."

He readied his stance to charge at me. "Then let's get to it ..."

My breath began to shake. I felt my sword become unsteady. However, it wasn't from feeling rage this time.

... There was no turning back. I snapped back to my senses as I readied my own stance. I held my sword tightly once again for him to not notice my emotions.

This is the end.

I felt his movements before he could take action as he rushed towards me. I dashed towards him, our swords singing through as we pierced the air.

Our footsteps grew quiet, each step we take.

A moment passed ...

The sound of the blade cut through flesh and bone was heard. A metal clang echoed as a sword hit the floor.

A black sword was laid rest right by me on the floor. Both of us were standing right in front of each other, facing opposite directions from where we stand.

I stared widely at the sword on the ground. My eyes made its way as I saw red stained the floor right underneath me.

Underneath ... Luka. It came from my sword that made it's sharp ways through him. I looked up frantically as I gasped. My hand still grasping on the hilt.

Everything grew quiet around me. All I heard was Luka steadying his stifled breath as he struggled to keep standing. Blood continued to drip and stream down from my blade.

"N- ... no." I barely said quietly.

I felt my body being held tight. Luka managed to embrace me as I tried to hold him back, from keeping my sword to go deeper than it should have gone.

"No ..." I said in a whisper.

Luka grinned slightly. Blood now escaped his mouth and streamed down, staining my shoulder. "Th- ... This is what you wanted ... Right, Luze?"

"No. No, no, no, no!" My eyes blurred from tears swelling in my eyes. "Th-... This all a mistake! Ah-"

I felt his body stumbled downwards. He gripped the hilt with one hand as I desperately held onto him. "Luka!!" He barely laid on the floor as I held him in my arms, almost hugging him for the sword to not make any movements.

He scoffed shakingly as he opened his weary eyes slowly to look at me. He tried to smile but calmly. "The way you ... Called out. It- ... It was like when ... We were little. Go-Good times ... was it?"

"D-Don't talk!" I screamed. "Just let me heal you ... !" As I began to reach my hand towards his chest, he suddenly grasp my hand and pulled it away from what strength he had. "What ...?"

"It's ... alright, Luze." He said shakingly. "This ... was meant to be." He placed my hand right where his charm was. The black crossed charm with a ruby embedded in it. I felt Light magic emanating from it. My eyes grew wide as I saw it then looked towards him. "Take this- ... With you. Show- ... Your leader that the deed ... is done."

He coughed up blood as I released my hand from his grasp and held onto him once more.

"Nii-san!!" I suddenly cried out. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

Luka looked up to me as he opened his weary eyes. He smiled again. It felt sincere. "I- ... Never thought I would ... hear that again. You're still- ... little at heart I see." He rose his trembling hand towards my face and placed it on my cheek gently. He rubbed his thumb against it to wipe away the tear.

"I love you ... Luze."

My eyes widened as I felt his hand drop down. It made a thud as it hit the floor. His head, laid lifeless on my arms.

My breath began to shake uncontrollably. My eyes now staring down at the lifeless form now sleeping for eternity on my arms.

My twin brother. My older sibling. My only family member that I had the chance to see.

Gone. Everything I had.

Gone. Even him.

My sword began to fade away, finally releasing him and freeing him from his torment.

My eyes continued to stare blankly as I held onto him, hugging his body tight against me in an embrace. Tears drip down delicately.

I sobbed quietly still staring as I couldn't fathom at the moment when I struck my blade through him.

My sword was my blessing yet my curse.

It protected me while it harmed others. Ended their lives. Now it came to this.

Ending someone's life that wasn't meant to be thrown away.

Someone that the weilder knew, but could not let their bloodied hands come to rest.

It was our duty, yes. As the Zess to fight in the frontlines. But not like this ...

I didn't want any of this. None of this.

I didn't want to be involved against my brother at all. I was blind. I was engulfed with hatred. I was reluctant. I was desperate. I wanted to get out. I--

...

I wanted him back. Don't leave me alone. I won't know how to live. How could you leave me like this?

How could I have done this to you when I didn't want any of this?

I suddenly heard a piercing scream that shook the whole area, making the crows fly away, cawing at the misfortunate event that they had witnessed. I didn't know where it came from as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get away from this hellish nightmare.

It was until I had come to my own realization as I cried softly, sobbing into soft echoes.

...

It was me.

#Unheard Words #Forsaken Twin #Luze #Luze Crosszeria #Luka #Luka Crosszeria #Uraboku #uragiri wa boku no namae wo shitteiru #Betrayal Knows My Name

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just-dreaming-about · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter x Reader - Soulmate Au

I wasn't sure I would write another soulmate au but I was in a fluff mood today and I want to share it with someone. Enjoy!

(Gift not mine)

Zoe Tonks. Actually, Zoe Black but no one could know this except for her family. Andromeda and Ted Tonks adopted her when her mother couldn't bear the fact that all her world were ending in front of her and she had to carry a baby girl all alone. She was just a baby and she was left at the front door of the Tonks. Nymphadora was just a seven years girl who thought it was the little sister she always asked her parents for. Her life was full of love despite the fact that her mother was dead and her father in Azkaban.

When Zoe reached Hogwarts she never thought that Harry Potter would become her best friend and both of them with a guy named Ron Weasley and a girl named Hermione Granger would live the most amazing adventures in their students years for the heart attacks from Andromeda and Tedd and the proud of Nymphadora.

Her third year were the worst, she thought; her friends discovered that her father was Sirius Black and at the beginning they thought he wanted to kill Harry so their friendship was so fragile during those months... But all ended well, Harry found a father figure on Sirius and Zoe actually meet her real father and for a while it was like a dream. Two perfects years exactly. Because her father died at her fifth year in Hogwarts and was so painful and heartbroken for her that no one could comfort her, even Nymphadora with her foolishness or Andromeda with her kindness or Ted who was her father figure.

Was Harry, her best friend, who helped her because he knew the pain she was feeling because he was feeling almost the same pain. They helped each other to health. It was slowly but they were working on it. Together. Sirius would like that.

And that's how they reached Harry's sixteenth birthday. The both of them were healing from Sirius death but their friends prepared a little birthday party for Harry so they'll cheer up a bit, and they actually enjoyed it. Hermione and Ron didn't argued like always, Fred and George prepared fireworks while Ginny made a little quidditch competition, Mr. Weasley came with a muggle board game that only Hermione and Harry understood and Mrs. Weasley cooked a delicious cake for Harry.

At the end of the day, all of them enjoyed the party and went to sleep happy but Zoe was worried.

It was well known that when you reached sixteen you'll know who is the person you're meant to. And she was secretly dying to know who was that person for Harry.

All those years of friendship, the problems they solved together, all the adventures and the battles, their fights with each other and their reconciliations, the subtle displays of affection that began to touch the intimate, the jokes and the subtle flirt... They were best friends and she was totally fine just being that for him but seeing him with Cho Chang in that stupid yule ball made her feel uncomfortable and when at first she asked at her father about it he just laugh at her and tousled her hair lovingly without answering her questions. And Nymphadora wasn't helpful either. But when she asked it to Hermione and Ginny the both of them reacted enthusiastically and answered that she was in love with Harry. She denied it of course, he was her best friend, it was just weird thinking of him like that but the time passed and she founded herself thinking about him like that more often and it stopped being a weird thing to become something natural; Harry was there for here whenever she needed him, he always worried about her feelings and would defend her from Malfoy if he mess with her. Also, he was looking for her when the Quidditch field filled with students celebrating the victory of Gryffindor to hug her and celebrate together, he always listened to her very carefully because he cared about her opinion and the ideas she had, he cared to remember her favorite sweets to buy her a few at Honeydukes and they visit Zonko together. She lovingly kept the memories of those lazy winter afternoons in the Gryffindor common room with Harry asleep leaning on her shoulder as they tried to do homework and she convincing Hermione to let him sleep a little longer... She was starting to think that Harry felt the same way about her but she wasn't sure and that was terrifying her as Harry's birthday approached.

Now at Ginny's room, listening the girls sleeping and moving in theirs beds, she was so scared about what she will found the next morning... Somewhere in Harry's body a name would appear. Her head hurts so much at this moment and the hot night didn't make it better. She got out of bed and sneaked out of the room to go downstairs looking in the dark for the kitchen to drink some water. It was refreshing but her fears were still there and she looked out the window to accidentally find a lonely Harry walking in circles at the garden running his hands through his hair like he's arguing with himself. She wondered if the name had already appeared and if that was what worried him... She immediately ran to the stairs, ready to go back to bed and pretend she hadn't seen him, but when she set foot on the first step, she thought better of it. Harry had always been there for her and she for him: they had helped each other when they each found a crush, even though she was uncomfortable when it was Harry's turn. What kind of friend would she be now if she left him alone at one of the most important moments in the life of a magician? She would like him to help her with her soulmate... Even if her soulmate wasn't Harry...

She took a deep breath.

This could break her heart but Harry was worth the risk. Because he was Harry, her Harry, and she was sure that no matter what happened that night he would still be her best friend.

When she reached the door, Harry had now sat on the porch. His black tousled hair, his stiff shoulders, the shirt too big for him and his hands clasped above his knees... She couldn't see the expression from where she was behind the door and she was very afraid to open that door but she did. She had spent many years at Harry's side to worry about her own appearance in this night talks, her hair was also messy and she surely had a horrible face for not slept well, her own old pajamas consisted of simple pants and a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that Ginny had lent her. Harry didn't said nothing when she sat at his side but she thought that he tensed up a little at her presence. That was new. The both of them were comfortable with the other presence. But she didn't said nothing too, she wait patiently.

-You should be sleeping -he said without looking at her.

-It's hot -she answered without looking at him either.

He nodded and removed on his sit, he was so uncomfortable right now and she was willing to know why. Didn't he trust her anymore? That thought hurt her heart but she didn't show it.

-What are you doing here? -she asked now.

For some reason looking at each other was prohibited right now but she wanted to look at him and say to him that she still wants to be his friend no matter what. But she didn't. She wait for him to talk about what happened because Harry never pressed her to talk to him, he always made her sure that he was right here for her and she wanted to do the same for him.

-I... -he coughed- Um... I can't sleep -he answered but that wasn't the answer she was looking for.

-Me neither -she smiled still looking at the Weasley's garden- Nightmares? -she asked carefully because that was an option, his nightmares with Voldemort were starting to be recurrent.

-No, not today -he shook his head, looking at the ground suddenly shy with Zoe's closeness.

What was happening to him? He was always so comfortable around her and now... Just for this stupid soulmate thing. He wishes things were easy again like when they were eleven and they were worried about the philosopher's stone or that chambers of secret thing... Merlin, even rescue Sirius or the Triwizard Tournament were more easy than this. Because the adventure, the fear, the adrenaline, the action was way more easy that feelings. Feelings were not his forte, it was Zoe but he can't ask her now even if she was sitting next to him.

He always thought about Zoe like a little sister not only because she was two months younger than him but because they have grown together helping the other in the way. She was so cheerful and stubborn and reckless and she always put her heart into everything she did that he feared that someday she wouldn't have enough for herself... At some point in his life she became an important part of his everyday in a different way as Ron and Hermione were but he couldn't said what kind of different because the feeling of her at his side was just right. Cho Chang didn't feel right, she felt new and exciting and disappointing at the end... But she... She was much more scary than anything he had ever done in his life. It was a different kind of fear than the one he felt when facing Voldemort; at the end of that she ran to hug him trembling from the fear she had felt for him. Now he didn't know if she would hug him again.

Because she was two months younger.

She didn't know who her soulmate is.

And her name was written in his chest.

Zoe Black-Tonks.

Even if she was his soulmate there was a possibility that he wasn't her soulmate. And he couldn't live without her at his side if he show her the name and two months later she woke up with another name on her body.

-What are you thinking about? -she looked at him with her innocent smile and those eyes full of love.

Oh yes, he knew how to differentiate the different looks from her. Just a glance into her eyes and he knew if she was angry or hiding something. And right now she was showing him how much she cared about him and she wanted him to be happy and he didn't know how that look that always calmed him was crushing his heart now.

-Nothing -he lied because he was a coward- Just how lucky I am for having a friend like you.

She smiled embarrassed and looked back at the front but he kept looking at her smiling fondly and making her blush, he thought she blushed for the compliment but little does he know that she blushed at his smile that stole her heart again. Her brown straight hair was as messy as him, her grey eyes shining and she was keeping a smile. He looked at the front too, losing his smile and feeling that nervousness again. This feelings thing was driving him crazy.

-If I am that amazing friend you said... -she started in a smug tone before looking seriously at him- you would know you can tell me anything.

-But I know that -he quickly answered without doubt, turning to look at her frowning and then he took her hand- Zoey, you are the person I trust the most in the world. Don't doubt about that.

She looked at their hands and back at him in a blink, determination in her eyes but there was something else he can't define. Since when he can't read her?

-So why don't you tell me what worries you?-in her voice she showed some of the fear she felt but she hoped Harry didn't notice.

It took him a few seconds to respond but he didn't release her hand when he did.

-I think... I need a moment to understand this first -he said sincerely because he had always been honest with her and he would not stop being it now, it would not be fair.

She remained silence for a moment, she thought about it looking at their hands and then she smiled. He was still her Harry.

-I'm here -she said smiling confident now.

-I know -he smiled fondly- You're always here.

-Don't forget about it -she threatened without losing her smile and he thought she was so incredible that he was really lucky for having her.

-Believe me, I wouldn't.

She got closer to him because her place wasn't away from him, her place was right next to him. She kissed his cheek and rest her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. They did this a lot of times since they were kids but recently he started to feel like this was just something special they had. Because he can hug Hermione too but it wasn't the same. His heart was not beating the same way.

They stayed like this a while: she closed her eyes and he caressed her arm, his fingers moving up and down making her goose bumps. At some point she looked for his other hand and he gives it to her smiling. With her like this he didn't feared anything. Or almost.

He was starting to feel that nervousness again.

-There's a name -he said breaking the silence and stopping the caresses.

-I know -she answered without opening her eyes- You just turned sixteen in front of me.

She wishes he wouldn't spoke at this moment. It was their moment. She was perfectly fine feeling him at her side and now her head was a mess again.

-It's a nice one? -she asked anyway because she was her best friend first.

-The most beautiful I've never seen -he answered without thinking and he felt like a fool immediately.

She also felt like a fool for enjoyed his caresses when he already had a soulmate. And from the way he spoken, he already know who is and he was delightful with that. She never heard him talking like that before with anyone.

-You're lucky then -she removed her head from his shoulder but did not find the strength to remove his arm from her shoulders- It could be a weird one and you would have to walk around with that in your body.

He laugh at her joke but she didn't. She was preparing herself for this and psyching up not to cry. It wasn't fair if she started to cry in front of him at the most important moment in his life.

-Yes, I'm lucky... -he was thinking how to said this- It's in a discreet place too...

-Oh my god, it's in your ass! -she looked at him so surprised and they remained silent for a few seconds.

And then they started laughing so hard that he didn't see the tear that escaped from Zoe's eye. She took the opportunity to get away a little, just so that he did not suspect, and looked at him while he was still laughing. And when he looked back at her with his fondly smile she blushed at the overwhelming feeling that surrounded her. Merlin, she was so in love with him.

- I love you -he whispered without thinking.

The both of them were surprised about this words.

He didn't want to say it like that! He was a stupid who didn't know how to keep his mouth shut! Now she would said she think of him like a brother or would evade this saying that they should wait 'till her birthday to know if he's her soulmate and then he would lose her even like a friend.

Meanwhile, she went blank. What did he just said? He said what she think he said? But what with the name!? He said it like a friend? You can love your friends, it's a kind of love, didn't it? Did he mean that kind of love? But he whispered like he really mean...

Neither of them said anything for a while. He was so feared right now and she was so confused at the time... But she thought it was her turn to talk even if she didn't want to.

-Love like friends? -she asked slowly, scared, caring not to have any hope from this, but then she can't stop talking because of the nervousness- Because you can love a friend, that's not weird, and we're like brothers, we have grown together, it's natural to love each other like brothers do even if were not really brothers but it feels like that, right? Do you remember when...

-It's not that kind of love, Zoey -he interrupted her and she shut up immediately looking at him with a look that he never seen on her and that took away all his confidence but he needed to say it now- It's... Like a soulmate kind of love... It's that... ok for you?

She thought she was dreaming, many feelings filling her at the same time and making her cry because she can't contain so much emotions on her chest. Harry started to panic at this point because he made her cry and didn't know how to calm her but she did it for him. She hugged him so tight but this was a different hug: her arms at his neck and his hands at her waist, an intimate feeling surrounding them.

-That's perfect for me -she answered whispering and he shuddered at her breath at his ear.

He was feeling as happy as her at this moment until a thought crossed his mind.

-But, Zoey, it's not your birthday. What if I'm not your soulmate?

They didn't break the hug, in fact he hugged her more because he didn't want let her go. And she solved all his doubts. With a kiss. A lovely, clumsy, inexperienced, wet by her tears, long awaited kiss. One of her hands through his hair, the other on his cheek; one of his hands on her waist, the other stroking her cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb, always taking care of her. When they needed air, they looked at each other smiling.

-You're my soulmate, Harry -she said that with so much confidence that he couldn't not believe her when she looked at him with those eyes full of love.

Damn, he was so in love with her.

-And you're perfect.

She blushed abruptly but didn't look away. He moved to make room for Zoe on the step below him so that she settled between his legs and he could hug her. They sat there, sometimes talking about things like the new course or just enjoying each other's company. They agreed that they would not say anything to the others until Zoe's birthday where she would prove that he was her soulmate. He preferred it that way, for a time this that was beginning to grow between them would be theirs alone and he did not want to share it with anyone. He wanted to be selfish for once in life. She saw it as a time to get to know each other in a different way than they had done until now, a more intimate way. He was still a little worried about what Zoe's birthday would bring but she had no doubts.

Sometimes, you just need to look at it to know that the person next to you it's your soulmate.

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watchoutforthefanfics · 5 years ago

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Teen Romance Logicality // Part 10

Taglist: @loveyatothemoonandback @datoneidiot @doepuffsss @katie-the-noble-fangirl @awkwardcat @sanders-sides-love-astronomy @lallyphant @procrastinatingnerd @i-need-you-buddy

Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.

Ahhh I can't believe this is it!!

(Other than a few planned things. *cough* Prinxiety and maybe future stuff *cough*)

Enjoy my teen boys one last time...maybe. (This is the end of this series but not this universe.)

Thank you for reading this series!!

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Logan couldn't believe it, today was his last day as a highschooler. This was the last time he'd roam those halls with his best friend, last time he'd prove his History teacher wrong, last time he'd sneak a call to Patton in the bathrooms...

Logan was hardly ready, as he stared at his suit laid completely in the center of his perfectly-made bed, and remembered every single thing that he could.

Maybe it was so he wouldn't have to face it, or maybe it was so he didn't forget it on his journey of life.

So he didn't forget all that had brought him here, Logan's eyes steadied on the pride flag stretched just above his bed and felt apart of him just... sigh.

There was a point in his life that he was afraid of that, afraid of who he was and how it would affect his life. Yet, he sat here; his identity flaunted and more in love than he could ever even imagine.

His heart skipped a beat, as his eyes fogged up without a beat of hesitation.

He used to be so afraid of feelings of so much vulnerability and heartbreak, that he tore his heart away from anything it had latched onto. Except, one.

Except Patton.

Logan's heart swelled, as he smiled a wide broad smile, just thinking about him. About everything Patton had been there for, helped him with, and just how much he had learned from him.

Logan didn't even know how much he didn't know until he met Patton, and began to love him on a level he never even knew he was capable of.

Sure, they were teenagers but Logan felt like he had known him for three decades, and couldn't imagine living without him.

To be fair though, Patton hadn't been the only one to shape him.

His eyes shifted to a Pride picture sat just by his bedside, with Roman in a rainbow crown and himself with a flag draped across the back of his shoulders.

Roman had done so much for him, and although he was incredibly annoying, he was heaven-sent.

Roman had been there for an stubborn, arrogant boy when he was at his worst, and helped him accept himself despite never wanting to.

He, oddly, owed his life to Roman. And hoped whoever he ended up with would be worth such an egotistical but loyal prince, otherwise, Logan would destroy them.

Logan didn't wipe away the tears when they sunk down his cheeks, as he picked up the picture frames just by his bed: one of a familiar boy with a bunny and one of Roman giving him a "makeover" when they were younger.

He could feel the tears well up in his eyes, quietly and considerately, and for one of the first times Logan felt in his life, they deserved to fall.

Everything was about to change, Logan found his eyes falling on the robe and cap hanging up on his closet wall, and he couldn't stop it.

With a sigh, he stood and tried to focus, as well as wiped away his blood-red eyes. Remembering distantly Roman's advice with a small smile, "You're a god, teach; all you've gotta learn is how to care for yourself."

A chuckle and his door was opening, his Mom was grinning with teary eyes that Logan had expected, but hadn't had the guts to imagine.

He now knew why.

Her hair was neat --contrary to her usually messy, tossed look--, and her eyes were gleaming with a sense of sadness and... pride.

Logan swallowed that sob that wished to echo out of his mouth, because she was proud of him and that's truly all he had ever wanted.

"I-" his Mom began with a guilty tone, but her eyes stayed locked on her son.

"Mom-" Logan spoke, words tumbling, "-you don't have t-"

His Mom shook her head, a smile that gleamed under the swift glance of teary eyes, "Oh, but I want too."

"Logan," she shook her head, running a gentle hand down her face, "-I know, I know I don't say it enough. But I love you, and I'm so, so proud of you. For everything, okay? You should know that, I should've told you that mor-"

"Mom-" Logan hummed, wrapping her in a hug that filled a hole in his heart, "-it's okay. You said it now, and that's all that matters. I know."

His Mom wrapped her smaller frame around him, she was gentle but he knew this had meant the world to her. He could tell in the way her grip tightened on him for a split second, like she was holding him as tight as she could, just in case she couldn't again.

"You," she spoke into the air behind him, "You should be whatever you want, Logan. You always should have that choice. I... I never meant to take it from you."

Logan spoke, for what felt like the 10th time that day, "Mom-"

"No," his Mom smiled, pulling back and holding his hands in a quiet moment, "-no, you- You should go with Patton. He makes you happy, I can tell. You deserve to be happy, Logan Alexander."

Logan was quiet, unable to say what exactly he had felt in that moment. It was a complicated slosh of feelings that he didn't exactly know how to... communicate, and found that the silence spoke a lot more than he could say outloud.

"You have to promise me that you'll be happy."

"I-" Logan choked back a sob, tears rolling quietly down his cheeks, "I promise Mom, Patton makes me really happy. He couldn't hurt anything that was relatively harmless."

His Mom smirked, pinching his cheek, "Oh, Logan. I'm so proud of who you've become, Patton is one lucky, lucky boy."

Logan sniffled, "Thank you, I- I don't know what to say."

"Hmm, maybe. This is just a thought-" his Mom rambled with a teasing tone, "-'Mom, I'll invite you to the wedding?'"

Logan rolled his eyes, wiping off his clouded glasses, "You had to ruin it, Mom? Really?"

She smiled, "Anything to get you to stop crying, Logan. Now, looks like you've got a suit to put on, no?"

He grinned, his heart lifted and so full that Logan was honestly surprised he wasn't levitating at how much he felt like it.

This day truly couldn't get any better.

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Logan's knee was bouncing, he sat just behind a girl named... Stephanie? He thought so anyway, she was confident and incredibly nice.

He would... never see her again.

He'd never seen a lot of people again, that was apart of this moment. His hands were clammy with a stack of index cards practically being squeezed to death in his right hand; of course, he was valedictorian.

Who else would be?

So, he had a speech prepped and ready to launch when he was called upon. He was scared, but a good kind of scared (he cursed himself for a vocabulary change), and he couldn't not say he wasn't practically dancing on his toes at the fact that he would Patton would physically be in his presence soon.

He didn't need to think about that right now, he had to focus-

"-our valedictorian, Logan Reilly!"

Logan's eyes went wide, just for a second as he swallowed down the fear and stood with as straight as his posture would allow.

He cleared his throat, his cards set just onto the podium in front of him; as he quietly wrung out his hands an effective way to calm his stuttering nerves.

"I'd like- I'd like to say that this will be easy-" Logan spoke, careful and pristine with every ounce of confidence in his tone, "-but I'm sure, we all know it won't be. And you all know, I don't like liars-"

A falsehood echoed somewhere in the crowd, a memory of something that had defined him in this school. It was... nice.

"So," Logan chuckled, "-I think we can all agree that it's hard, it is difficult to say goodbye to this. To these walls and these teachers that we are so ever familiar with."

"Even if it wasn't pleasant," Logan added, "-it's hard to deal with change. To label this chapter of our stories with 'The End', and to comprehend the next steps in our lives. Because afterall, we're just human."

"Today, however-" Logan transitioned, "-I don't propose an end to you, nor do I propose a clichéd entirely new beginning. I say just keep going, this is just a new layer of your life. Things will change, of course, it is inevitable. But it will only truly affect you, if you allow it do so."

Logan paused, beginning steadily, "This is your life, and whether you want to be a doctor, lawyer, or a professional heartbreaker --it is of no importance--, because you control it. You live how you want to. What would I recommend?"

"Well," Logan tapped his chin, "-take those who you love-"

His eyes searched for his Mom within the crowd, finding her bright smile in a sea of faces; she sat just beside a familiar fa-

Logan froze, squinting for a second, as his heart halted in his chest; warm curls, round glasses and the shiniest blue eyes he had ever seen.

Holy-

For a second, Logan forgot how to breath and where he was because the love of his life was in the crowd-

He cleared his throat, trying to regain himself and cage his ever bursting heart in his ribcage, plus restrain himself from running from the stage at that exact second.

He wasn't even graduated yet, that was too improbab-

"T-Take," Logan began again, "-Take those who you love and choose your journey, choose where you wish to go. It's truly your decision whether or not this is an ending, or just another step up the staircase of life. Thank you for the memories, I'm glad I graduated with you all."

There was a roaring applause that Logan felt a surge of pride for, but all he could think about was the fact that he had actually seen Patton with his actual two eyes.

He was real, he was here.

He was breathing the same air as him; he was so close to him, closer than he's ever been. Logan could touch him, potentially.

With a racing heart, Logan made his way back to his seat with a bouncing leg but this time for a different reason, that Logan believed was immensely better.

Getting his diploma felt unreal, he was lined up meticulously and he had seen this through a metaphorical lens, he could've sworn that it wasn't real.

That he was enraptured in a fantasy world, but he had to remind himself he wasn't Roman. Everything was real, he was... graduating.

"With the highest honors, Logan Reilly."

Accepting his diploma with a brief handshake and bright smile, Logan swore he couldn't feel more unreal.

This was a new page in a book he was... excited to read.

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The rest of the graduation ceremony was quick, all Logan could think about was who was up in the stands. Who he had loved but never even seen with his true bare eyes.

But, he controlled himself. He stayed on the bottom floor because that was what his Mom had planned earlier, and Logan wasn't one to break plans. So he sat there, practically bouncing as his eyes flashed to the bleachers and back to the crowd, anything to tip him off would make him start sprinting at this point.

"Hey-" Roman spoke, causing Logan to jump and almost fall over himself, "-Nerd Alert, you look a little, dare I say it, distracted? Everything... alright?"

Logan paused, looking at his best friend, "Yes, yes. Roman, I'm perfectly fine. It seems there is an extra visitor, that I have come unprep-"

Roman burst, "Patton's here! HOLY SH-"

"Woah, Roman-" Logan laughed lightly, "-we are still on school grounds."

"True, true," Roman hummed, he was visibly bouncing, up and down and up and down.

Logan was practically frantic, as he rambled, "I'm actually remarkably nervous, which is quite unusual. I just, I want him to like me, you know?"

"Oh Logan," Roman stood on his tippy toes to see over heads, "-Patton loves you, nothing is ever going to change that."

Logan glanced at Roman, his gaze sweeping slowly back to the crowd, "I know, it's an odd fee-"

Logan's words halted on his lips, his eyes locking with a head of such fluffy curls and the brightest pair of eyes he'd ever seen.

And suddenly he was broken, his eyes locking on him like he couldn't move, like he barely even registered that there he was: Patton was right there.

Logan could scream.

Patton wasn't looking at him though, he was leading his purple-haired friend --who he assumed was Virgil-- through the hectic crowd, with a caring and gentle touch.

Logan truly didn't know how to react, should he start running? Should he call out to him? Make noise? What was the proper way to make him see m-

Virgil's dark brown eyes widened as they landed on him, a grin bashfully making it onto his lips and Logan could see him sputter to Patton. He could see the struggle of trying to explain it, until the surprisingly tall anxious boy just groaned and pointed behind him.

Logan lost it, when Patton slowly turned around and for the first time, Patton's light blue wonders of eyes locked onto his. His heart skipping in his chest, before Logan could even blink Patton had dropped Virgil's wrist with a quick thump, and began running through the crowd to him.

Logan's heart was racing in his ears, as he grinned as bright as a beam of light, and made his way to him through the crowds too.

Step, keep moving, he had to keep reminding himself, ignoring the feeling that was quite vividly tearing his stomach out. He just had to focus on Patton's curls, curls that Logan could feel with his fingertips-

And then, the two found a clear pathway, a section open for just the two of them like a runway for a plane. Before Logan could move an inch though, Patton was already sprinting toward him.

And he was oddly fast, very very fast.

So Logan found himself waiting, until Patton crashed directly into his arms and Logan caught him and spun him around to disperse the force. (Totally not for dramatic effect.)

He was touching Patton, Patton was literally right in front of him and he could feel him breath and his chest move with his laugh.

Logan pulled him close to his chest with a single movement, as Patton dug his head into his neck and wrapped his legs just around Logan's torso.

It felt so right, as he breathed in his distant scent of strawberries, felt his curls against his face.

God, he was real.

He was so real, and warm and lovely. How was this happening? Was it all a dream? It had to be a dream right? It has to b-

Patton pulled back, interrupting his thoughts, and Logan was so close he could see the lightest bit of freckles scattered along his cheeks. He was remarkably beautiful.

Just until Logan noticed that he was crying, tears were slowly making their way down his cheeks and Logan immediately panicked.

He put him down, crouching slightly to match his height, and it was then he realized he could touch him, there was no screen.

Logan's thumbs were quick, wiping away the flood pouring from his eyes, with a concerned tone, "Love, what's wrong? Is everything alright? Are you okay? Did you get hu-"

Patton sniffled, which was possibly the cutest thing Logan had ever seen, "I'm just-"

Logan held onto the edge of his words, ready to fight literally anyone in a moment's notice; which was unusual behavior but his boyfriend had been way cuter in person than over the phone which is so incredibly impossible, but-

"I'm just-" Patton spoke, a gleam in his eye and the warmest smile that sent "butterflies" straight to Logan's stomach, "I'm just really happy."

Logan faltered, a sloppy smile slipping it's way onto his lips without hesitation, "Oh, Patton. I love you so much, I'm not sure I can handle it."

Patton's face brightened so much, Logan wouldn't mind saying those words for the rest of his life; his smile was entirely too infectious and Logan could hardly breathe from the love that bloomed deep in his chest.

Oh god, he loved him. He loved him so much he could scream it off the rooftops --which was highly dangerous and improbable--, he'd yell it across the world if he had too.

Patton grinned, placing a hand on Logan's face with just the lightest hesitation, "I... I love you too. I just... I can't believe you're here, with me. You're real. You're... you're Logan."

Logan leaned into his hand, absorbing the warmth flowing through his skin without a shred of rejection or even thought at this point. He was running on adrenaline, adrenaline and love.

Patton was quiet, just for a second and Logan could feel his whole world freeze with him.

"I..." Patton hummed, inching closer to Logan with every step, "May I kis-"

Logan surged forward, because god he had been waiting to do that for so long. He had imagined it many a times before, what it felt like to kiss Patton and he hadn't imagined anything less than absolute bliss.

And he was so, so right.

It was slow and warm and sweet, filled with years of wanting to do so, but never doing so. Logan couldn't imagine anything more perfect, as he pulled Patton to him by the waist and wished on every star in the sky that this was real, and that Patton would stay here, with him, forever.

When they pulled away, it was for a breath and not much else. Just until, Patton's eyes began to sparkle and Logan didn't think he could ever see anything more beautiful.

"I..." Logan didn't know what to say, he was speechless at this beautiful boy in front of him.

Patton shook his head, placing a finger on his lips with a cheesy smile, "My turn to talk, Lo-Lo."

Logan rolled his eyes, with a shine of admiration in his eyes and love in his heart.

"You are-" Patton spoke inbetween kisses scatter among Logan's face and he was melting, "-amazing," kiss to the cheek, "-smart," kiss to the other cheek, "-handsome," kiss to the forehead, "-my entire world, and-" kiss to the nose.

Patton grabbed his tie and pulled him down, looking straight at his lips, "-I'm never going to let you go again."

Logan squeaked, and Patton met their lips again, confident and happy and Logan couldn't ask for anything better.

fin~

#ts logicality #totally not crying #or projecting #teen romance logicality #the end!

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Part Three: When You're Older, You'll Understand. (Episode Mashup 6.13/6.14)

Episode Summary: When the reader falls sick with the flu, Bobby offers to look after her until she recovers, leaving the Winchester brothers to work a case together without her in five years. While she recuperates, the reader spends some quality time with Bobby as the boys find themselves having to face a problem from their past. Sam starts to remember his time being soulless during a case and a familiar face unexpectedly comes back in Dean’s life. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,719.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?”

The question was meant for the younger Winchester, but for the first time in the past three days, you could answer that you were on the track of getting there. You were sitting up right on the couch with your legs crossed and laptop propped open. In one hand you had a still steaming hot cup of tea to soothe your still aching sore throat and a cell phone in the other. Your fever had reduced late last night when you woke up for the first time after sleeping for seven solid straight hours. One of the good things about being sick was that you were getting more rest than you had since you started hunting. Downside, the past seventy-two hours were a blur. It came with the high fever you had been battling and the cough medicine you had been taking.

The older Winchester updated you on how things were proceeding while you were gone. He had good news, and bad news. You decided to be lead with the good news first. The good news was that the case the boys had taken by an anonymous tip was solved. And they found out who lead them there. That’s when the bad news came in. The entire set up was a trap for Sam. It seemed that you and him had worked a case back in the day while he was soulless and you were still hunting without Dean. But that wasn’t the worst of it. While Sam insisted on working the case to fix what he didn’t while soulless, he got a taste of the past that you had tried to prevent.

Sam’s good deed lead him with terrible consequences. He took a trip down memory lane filled with flashbacks of his time when he was soulless. The more he worked on the case, the more he started to remember. What was the most worrisome part of it all was right before they were about to leave, Sam blacked out for a few minutes before coming back around. In the true Winchester fashion, Sam said that he felt perfectly fine. All though he admitted much as to being exhausted—the equivalent of being hit by a planet. But he thought he was healthy enough to go on hunting like nothing was wrong. You and Dean were a bit more skeptical.

“I said, I’m fine.” Sam lied for the third time since being asked the question about his well being. You rolled your eyes in annoyance from how stubborn he could be. You brought the cup to your lips and take a drink. Not liking he attention on himself, Sam decided to change the conversation back to you. “What about you? I called you last night. But you sounded pretty out of it.”

“You did? Oh, you did.” You mumbled underneath your breath. You moved the phone away from your ear to check the list of recents calls you had gotten. And there was Sam’s name. He called you last night around seven. “Huh. And yeah, I guess I was. Fever and cough medicine sure as hell make a weird combo.”

"So, I'm guessing you don't remember the conversation we had last night?" Sam asked.

You furrowed your brow from his question. You honestly didn’t remember the conversation you supposedly had with Sam last night. Everything was a blur. The hunt that you took with him while he was still soulless was a bit of a better one in your memory. It was a few months into hunting with the Campbells and Dean was a distant memory you were trying to hide from yourself. You and Sam were finally comfortable in the messy, unhealthy friends with benefits set up you made. The younger Winchester still got plenty around with the ladies. But when you wanted a little fun with him, no matter the time or the place, he was at your beck and call.

You could feel your cheeks beginning to burn as your stomach suddenly felt nauseated. Maybe it was because of the mucus dripping somewhere other than your nose. Maybe it was due to the terrifying thought that you let something slip when you were out of your mind. You knew you became an open book when you got a little too drunk. Having a fever and the strong medicine that you were taking made you feel like the entire time you were awake was like one long trip you didn’t know was a dream or reality. You decided to proceed with caution.

“No, I don’t.” You admitted. “Did I say anything stupid?”

"I don't know. Most of the things that came out of your mouth were mostly gibberish. I only called to see of you could help.” Sam said. You found yourself letting out a sigh of relief from what you heard. All though it posed the question if he was really telling the truth, or if he was being polite. If you had blurted out the truth, Sam didn't seem to let the silence linger into awkward territories. "How are you feeling today? You sound better."

"Wish I could say that I was. My fever is down, thank God. It's been driving me insane. I mean, the dreams I’ve been having over the past few days…” You said. You trailed off for a moment to take another sip of your drink, the warmth soothing your sore throat. Your dreams were filled all sorts of things that almost felt real. Of things that you shuddered at the thought of when your mind replayed them again. Dean asked them what it was about. “It’s nothing serious. They’ll pass. I just don't think I'll be running any marathons for the rest of the week. Since you two barely survived without me, how do you feel about taking another job?"

"Depends." Dean said. "What do you got for us?"

"Your favorite." You said. You moved the cursor over to the article that caught your attention a few minutes right before the boys called you. "Janitor murdered in a college lab last night. Doors were locked. Nobody else got in or out of the building."

“Great.” Sam said, seeming on board with the idea of staying busy. “Where to?”

“Paterson, New Jersey. I’ll send you the link so you can take a look for yourself.” You said. You were about to do just that, but you found yourself starting to chuckle when you began to realize where they were going. “Oh, hey. Maybe you two will get a Snooki sighting.”

You quietly chuckled to yourself about the pop culture phenomenon that had been surrounding the state lately and the group of people who made it famous. Dean got a kick out of it himself when you heard him scoff while they were still on speaker with you. Sam, however, being gone for over a year and a half, still had a lot of catching up to do. "What's a Snooki?"

"That is a good question." You mumbled underneath your breath.

+ + +

The drive from Rhode Island to New Jersey took no time at all. You sent the link to the article to Sam a few minutes after you ended the call. While you continued your hibernation on Bobby's couch in the library, the boys settled themselves into a motel and checked out the crime scene at the college. A simple sweep of the room with the EMF reader blamed a spirit to be at fault for this murder. But that wasn’t the weirdest part of it all. Dean had gotten a phone call from a name he hadn’t seen in what felt like months—Lisa Braden.

The woman he least heard from after he was cursed with a truth spell and she was forced to tell him everything about how she truly felt about him. She wanted her distance from him, and that’s what he gave her. Why she was calling after all this time sent warning flags off in his head as he started to think of the worst possible scenario. Dean had been cautious during their relationship, and the real villain was dead. It was left Dean wondering why—after all this time—she wanted to talk to him.

The woman who told the truth about how hard she tried to understand who he was. How much she tried to do everything to get him to balance both worlds. She was right about stepping away. Dean thought it was best to ignore her calls. Whatever sort of loneliness she might be having would pass. She would find someone better than him. The both of them would pretend like what happened a year or so go didn’t happen. Sometimes it was better to forget the past then open it up like a wound that healed into a scar. But in order for the past to turn into a scar, you needed to face it head on and resolve the issue.

Dean didn't know how Lisa's life was going without him, he wanted to think that it was flourishing without him in it to screw it up. Lisa was a strong, smart woman. But she couldn't fit into the lifestyle that he lead with. Dean didn't let practically anyone in. And much as he had thought his relationship with you was unhealthy, he would agree...and disagree. He wouldn't admit it to her straight in the face, but he was happier than he had been in a long time. He was happy with Lisa, too. Being with Lisa was like living through a movie. It was fun and exciting, he got to do things that he never could before. But, in the back of his mind, he knew it would eventually end.

And while it did end on a sour note, Dean was content with how things turned out after being hit with that truth spell. It turned out to be a cursing...and a blessing. He finally got the truth out of you about how you really felt about him, and he found out what was wrong with his brother. Things were ever so slightly looking up for him. His life wasn't perfect. His brother was being a stubborn pain in the ass, he had unfinished business that needed solving. He thought his love life from a past relationship wouldn't be one of them. Much as Dean tried to ignore Lisa, after her third attempt at calling him, he bit the bullet and answered the phone.

The voice he heard on the other end when he answered wasn't Lisa's like he suspected. It wasn't even female. Who had been calling him for the past few days was her son, Ben. Dean was a bit taken back at why the kid would be calling him, especially with what he did to the poor kid the last time that he saw him. Ben was persistent on getting Dean back home. Because it seemed his mother had been in a state of depression. She wouldn’t leave her room half the time, she wouldn’t talk to her son about anything. Lisa wasn’t herself lately. Ben thought that Dean could come in and save the day. And much as the older Winchester tried to say no, Sam pushed him to settle his past. They would have to face it eventually.

So, that’s what Dean was doing. He left his little brother to solve the case and headed to Michigan to face a past that he thought would be buried forever, or, at least, for a little bit longer. He spent all day and night driving to the Braden household to see if he could try and knock some sense into the woman. What he didn't understand that why, all of a sudden, she was feeling depressed. Was she missing him? He highly doubted that. She dodged a bullet with him. She was too good for him. Not that she was better than you.

The both of you were perfect in his eyes—smart, beautiful, stubborn and had qualities that he chesheried. You and Lisa were almost the same type of person, but, yet, you were complete polar opposites of one another. And the only real thing that was different from Lisa’s relationship to his with you, he loved you. In Lisa's words, your relationship was messed up, unhealthy, and you were going to do nothing but make him miserable. If that was the case, so be it.

He sustained a lot of rainy and miserable days. At some points it felt like the rain was never going to end, he was going to drown in the sorrows that flooded his mind. But there were times when the raining would stop, sometimes the clouds moved, shining some light. Even if it was only a little bit. And there were days when the rain cleared up and he was blessed with the sun. You were that sun, and when it shined, you made all those rainy days seem like they would never come back. Lisa was like an umbrella. She protected him and sheltered him when the storms were the roughest they had ever been. Lisa did all that she could for him, but when the sun came, she knew it was time to be put away.

Dean knew it was his time to return the favor to Lisa in her time of need. He swallowed down all of his fears and pushed the doorbell several times to the home that he once thought was going to be his forever. He stopped after the fifth time and waited for someone to answer the door. It was a minute until he saw the front door handle twist, revealing a face that wasn’t Ben. It was Lisa, she answered the door with a bright smile on her face and dressed for a night on the town. When she realized who it really was, her smile faded, changing into a look of almost disbelief at who had the audacity to be standing on her front porch after all this time.

“Dean,” She spoke his name like it was poisonous venom. “What are you doing here?”

"Well, you look absolutely fine." Dean said. Lisa furrowed her brow from what he said and began wondering what exactly his motive was for being here. He let out a sigh when he realized what was going on here. Ben sure was a sneaky kid. "We've been Parent Trap'd. Ben sent out a 911.”

“Why would he do that?” Lisa asked.

Dean examined Lisa's black dress and earrings that looked expensive, to how her hair was perfectly styled in an updo that she wasn't spending a night in to watch TV. She was in the middle of getting ready when he interrupted her. "You're going on a date, huh?"

Lisa thought about the question for a moment before it was her turn to sigh, in annoyance from what her son did. She opened up the door wider and invited her unwelcome guest on in. Dean followed his familiar way down the path to the kitchen, gladly taking a cold beer from Lisa before she grabbed a green cardigan to cover up. He took a seat on one of the stools he once sat at with Ben while Lisa cooked them breakfast. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Lisa began to slowly pace around the living room, the same way she did when Ben was nearly on the edge of failing science. It was things that you dealt with as a parent. Now she was nervously pacing because it was her past knocking. And neither one of them wanted to answer it.

“So, who’s the guy?” Dean decided to satisfy his curiosity and attempt to break the silence. Lisa turned around to face him, wondering if he was going to be a dick about it. She repeated his question with an almost sarcastic tone of voice. Dean raised his brow, wanting to show her that he wanted things to go civil. She decided to answer his question.

“His name’s Matt.” Lisa answered his question. “He’s a doctor.”

"Oh, Dr. Matt." Dean mumbled. He tried not to let his feeling show as he nodded his head slowly before looking down at his beer. His remark wasn't meant to be malicious. But, for some reason, it came off that way. "How respectable."

"How long was it until you and Y/N got back together?" Lisa questioned the man. She wanted it to be a rhetorical question that was said to spite him, but from the look on his face, she knew instantly that the both of you were an item again. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I don't wanna do this with you, Dean. I don't want things to be like this. But it is. I called you six times, Dean."

“And I almost called you back about a hundred.” Dean admitted. Lisa’s lips stretched into a tight smile from hearing his confession. She turned around her spot, her back now to him. “Lis, Ben called me. I dropped everything and ran. If you want to know if I still care—”

“Doesn’t help me.” Lisa said, quickly turning around to face him again.

"You ended things with me. And for good reason. Give me the cold shoulder, tell me I’m a dick. I don’t care. Just don't walk on eggshells around me." Dean said. He knew how she got when she wanted to get something off her chest. All though she let everything out on the phone, there had to be something else from how she was acting. “What do you want from me?”

“I’m not asking for anything.“ Lisa said with a matter-of-fact voice.

“Well, then ask for something,” Dean demanded. “‘cause you’re sure acting like it!”

A tense silence fell between the both of them from how Dean raised his voice. The both of them turned their gaze away from one another when they heard footsteps quietly approaching down the hall. Ben, the culprit who lied just to get them in the same room, wasn't going to stick around for very long. He stopped in his tracks when his mother and Dean caught him.

“Go to your room!”

Ben stopped dead in his tracks when he felt two pairs of eyes on him. His mother gave him a warning look as Dean acted like it was another day, but when he realized he was just a guest, the man gave the kid a smile. Ben didn't say a word. He listened to the command and headed up to his bedroom. Lisa let out a sigh from what her son was trying to do. It was all for the right reasons, but he was still too young to understand there was more to this situation than what she told him.

It had always been just the two of them since he was born. Until that fateful day when Dean knocked on their front door and changed their lives forever. Ben got a taste of having a father figure in his life, Lisa had someone in her life that felt right. The Braden family thought things were perfect, that this feeling would last forever. But nothing good ever does.

Lisa took the empty stool next to Dean's, deciding to finally answer his question with a bit of truth she didn't realize until it was too late. "You know, I can't ask you for something. I know what I want…I wanted it before you knocked on my door. Ever since Y/N left a letter in my mailbox asking me to look out for you, back when all that crazy stuff was happening, I tried not to think much about it. I thought if things were meant to be, it would. When you showed up...I thought it was a sign. I gave it my all. For her. For Ben. And for that year we all were together, I don’t know about you, but it was the happiest time in my life.”

Dean thought that Lisa had admitted all of her buried truth back when he had the cursed spell, but it seemed she was harboring it longer. Time doesn't always heal wounds. Sometimes they make it worse. "When Y/N showed up after all that time, I was upset. I said all those things to you because I was angry. And, I'll be honest, I was jealous. Because she has something I can't, not how you live. My phone rings, someone knocks on my door, tiny chance it's you. I think you want to try again. But I know hell would freeze over before that happens. Big chance, it's Sam or Y/N, calling to tell me you're dead.”

Dean wasn't good with relationships. He never had been. He was more the kind of guy who loved 'em at night and left them in the morning, never to be heard from again. Lisa was one of them who had showed him a weekend he never forgot. It took him to have his head on the chopping block from a demon deal to fetch her name and see if the spark was still there. It also was the same reason why he let his personal feelings for you come up to the surface. Dean had a special connection to you and Lisa. He softly spoke the name of the woman who he had up and left after she gave him everything, Lisa shook her head.

“Don’t apologize, or anything. I know, Dean. I know you love her, she loves you. And I’m sorry for what I said. It was just how I felt at the time. And I’m trying to get better. And I have been. I get to this place where I’m okay...and then you show up at our door. You keep doing that. Every time I think I’m never gonna see you again.” Lisa said. She waited for him to get up and leave, but he sat there, almost like a deer in headlights. “I’m trying to get over you. What are you trying to do? What do you want from us, Dean? Because whatever it is, me and Ben can’t give it.”

Dean, yet again, didn't know what to say. He didn't want to apologize for his feelings for you, but he couldn't say the time that he had with Lisa was a waste. Lisa pushed herself up to her feet and circled around to the kitchen. She opened up a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She outstretched her arm, signaling for Dean to take it. All she said was that she needed this out of her house before she made her way upstairs to finish getting ready. Dean stared at the name written on the front of the envelope, and who’s handwriting it belonged to. He was tempted to read it, but not here. Dean decided to speak to someone else before he left.

Ben was upstairs in his room like Dean suspected, sitting on the edge of his bed playing his video games that consumed most of his life. It was nice to know that some things didn't change. Dean made his way into the room, acting casual for this conversation to go smoothly. He peeked over slightly to see what game Ben was playing.

“Well, that’s ridiculous,” Dean said, trying to start a conversation with him. “Plants could never kill a zombie.”

“You think I’m gonna say I’m sorry?” Ben asked.

“Why would I think that, because you lied to get me here?” Dean wondered. Ben still thought his idea of an emergency was correct. The older Winchester knew the kid was sorely mistaken. “A date’s not an emergency, Ben.”

“It is if it’s the third one.” Ben said. He was just a kid, but he was at the age where he thought he knew everything. “I watch TV, I know what that means.”

Dean let out a sigh from what the poor kid was going through. He really didn't understand what was going on, all he wanted was for things to be the way they were. Dean walked over and sat at the edge of the bed next to him. "Well, your mom's a grownup...she gets to go out."

“Why won’t you come home? Can’t you just say ‘I’m sorry’ and then come back?” Ben asked. He thought that two words were going to fix a situation that was already bad enough as it was. Dean apologized for what he couldn’t do. “Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.” Dean answered.

“So you hate Mom now?” Ben questioned the man, trying to figure out the true motive. Dean looked at the kid with surprise at what he was trying to get at. “So it’s me? Whatever I did, I’m sorry.”

“Listen to me. You didn’t do anything. You understand that?” Dean said. He spoke in a firm tone, wanting to convey the message that everything which was unfolding wasn’t the kid’s fault. He was still a kid. Nothing on TV to explain what was going on. “Look, one day you’ll get this, when you’re older.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m six.” Bean said.

“Okay, fine. It’s like this then. Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” Dean said. If the poor kid wanted the truth, so be it. Dean would rather leave here with Lisa and Ben hating his guts than wishing for something that was never going to happen again. “So I can’t be here.”

“You think something will follow you home?” Ben asked, wondering if it was all about their wellbeing. Dean felt his jaw tighten at what the real reason was.

“No. No, I don’t. But I think my job turns me into somebody that can’t sit at your dinner table.” Dean said. “And if I stayed, you’d end up just like me.”

Ben shook his head, “Why do you say it like you’re so bad?”

“Trust me. I’m not someone you wanna aim to be.” Dean said. Ben tried to put his opinion in on the matter, but it wouldn’t change the way things had to be. “I’m sorry, Ben. You see, this was you got a shot at living whatever life you want. You know, pick one. Pick five. Because with me, there’s just the one road.”

“You’re a liar, Dean.” Ben suddenly said. Dean furrowed his brow when the kid became hostile towards him. “You say family’s so important. But what do you call people who care for you, who love you even when you’re a dick?”

“You got me. Family is important. But mine gets hurt all the time. If I stick around, I don’t know what will happen.” Dean said. He tried his hardest to try and explain. “And my family’s a little different from yours. They’re all sorts of messed up.”

“Then why are you leaving? Why are you going back to them if they’re so messed up?” Ben was throwing question after question at Dean before he could answer them. He had every right to be upset, but the kid hit a place where he knew nothing about. “I heard Mom when she was on the phone with you. It's that Y/N woman, isn't it? She said that you two love each other. But if she loves you so much, why does she make your life so miserable? Why couldn’t you just let her stay dead? Hell, it would be better for everyone if she dropped dead now. For good.”

"Hey! Don't you ever speak about someone like that." Dean found himself snapping at Ben. It was mostly because for how he was talking about you, but he reminded himself that Ben was still a kid. "It's disrespectful."

"Why? It’s the truth. I read 'Pet Sematary.' When Louis brought Church and Gage back from the dead, they weren't the same. They were freaks." Ben said, almost hissing out the last word he said. Dean blinked, wondering how a kid like him could suddenly be so...angry. "Sometimes dead is better. And if Y/N was dead, maybe you could stay.”

"Maybe you're right. If Y/N was still gone...I'd be here. But she's alive. So is my brother. And they need me. Just as much as your mom needs you. Because she loves you. She wants to protect you, she wants you to find someone special. And trust me when I say this," Dean let out a sigh. "When you're older, you’ll understand. You’ll find someone special...and before you know it, you’re head over heels. You’ll do anything for them, and you’ll do just about everything to make sure they're safe. And you keep going back to them because they make you happy."

“We didn’t make you happy?” Ben asked.

“You do. But, I can’t make you happy. Not the way you and your mom deserve.” Dean admitted the awful truth nobody his age should hear. He felt like he was doing more harm than good. “The two of you deserve a life that I can’t give you. I’m sorry.”

+ + +

Dear Lisa,

You might not know me, but I know you. We have a friend in common, his name is Dean Winchester. (And I realize as I write this out about how creepy this sounds. Let me explain myself.) My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m his girlfriend. Or…by the time you’re reading this, his ex. I know it’s weird. Why would I be leaving you a letter and telling you this information? Because you and I have something else in common. I think you know Dean is a special man. He doesn’t let many people in, especially not women. Both of us have made an impact on his life for the better. I’ll be honest, when I first heard about you, I was a bit jealous from the way that he spoke about you. But after getting to know you, I realized what was so great about you. You have something that I could never give him. And that’s a happy life.

When he first met Ben, he was instantly taken back to see how much he could he see himself in your son. You have a great kid, Lisa. He’s sweet, smart and a lot like Dean. And if I have learned anything in life, it’s that family isn’t about blood. It can be with anyone if you let them into your life. I hope you will do that if Dean knocks on your door.

I wish I could tell you more about myself. But I don’t have much time. I’ve known Dean since I was literally born. (And yes, I’m using the terminology right. He’s been at my side since I was a baby. Him and I have been through thick and thin. All though, I know my time’s up. Hopefully it will be your turn to share the rest of your life with him in blissful happiness with Ben. Maybe even have a child together. I don’t know. Just treat him right.

In the next upcoming days the news will be filled with disastrous things that will scare you, but don’t worry. You and your son are going to be okay. Including Dean. I have a few friends that I am going to make some arrangements with so that, worst case scenario, all of you will be happy. And most importantly, safe. I wish I could have met you again in different circumstances, but this will have to do. I wish you the best for you and your son.

Your friend, Y/N Y/L/N.

P.S. Please take good care of Dean.

It was the letter that started all of this. It was the reason why Lisa opened up her front door to him, why you had ran away all that time ago. Because you thought you were doing what was right. And it might have been at the time. Dean was a broken man after he witness you and his brother vanish from his sight. He didn’t know where to turn. You had lead him down a path that you thought was going to end with happily ever after. But then you came back and changed everything. For better, for worse. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow. This was for the best.

Dean was on his way back to New Jersey when he decided to pull his phone out of his jacket pocket. He dialed a number and waited it to ring a few times before they picked up. His lips stretched into a faint smile when he heard your raspy, groggy voice. "Hello?"

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean greeted you. He looked down at the time to see that it was getting late. It was probably well into the night when he decided to call. “Did I wake you?”

“It’s fine. I was just dozing. I’ve had enough sleep to last me a lifetime. Frankly, it’s boring.” You said. You moved the phone away for a moment so you could get comfortable. When you put the phone back to your ear, you were still silent for a few seconds longer. He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard your voice come out in a soft, sweet tone that he loved. "I miss you, Dean."

“I miss you, too.” Dean said. He forgot for a moment about the conversation with Lisa, and what Ben said about you. All he wanted to do was focus on the sound of your voice. He suddenly ached to be right next to you. "Sam's a lousy hunter. I need my Nancy Drew back. Now, tell me, how’s crashing at Bobby’s been?”

"Kind of fun, actually. Did you know he has a thing for Tori Spelling? It's so…”

Dean didn't say a single world during the conversation with you. He put the phone on speaker and placed it up on the dashboard. The entire way to the New Jersey state line he listened to you ramble on about your time with Bobby, to all the TV you had been watching over the past week. His entire day had been thunderstorms and constant rain, but just like that, from the sound of your voice, he could see the sun peeking through.

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