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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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lucky

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt finally gets to take out the girl that's been leaving care packages at his door for two months.

warnings: swearing, slight angst, tooth rotting fluff (might need to call your dentist after this one)

word count: 3k

a/n: the highly requested fluffy sequel to care packages. thank you to everyone that requested this. i hope you enjoy your first date with matty. ❤️ as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

“I hate you, you know that?”

Matt nearly spit out his coffee as he lurched over the conference table slightly, forcing the lukewarm bitter taste down his throat as a wave of incredulous laughter tore through his chest.

“What? Why?”

“Because it isn’t fair. It’s bad enough you’re so goddamn charming, and it’s borderline offensive that you’re like the most attractive dude I’ve ever seen. Not to mention that whole wounded duck routine you’ve got going on that makes all the girls fall at your feet-”

“Foggy, I don’t-”

“-but what’s exceptionally unacceptable is that you somehow managed to find a girl that knows about the horns, and not only didn’t run away, but still agreed to go out with you. Like the fact that you’re a vigilante and a walking human disaster totally didn’t phase her at all. That’s…like…against the rules!”

Matt couldn’t help but snicker at the disgruntled tone lacing his best friend’s exasperated voice, and the way the edges of Foggy’s mouth dipped in displeasure.

“What rules, Foggy?”

“The rules of the universe, Matt. You’ve had too much good fortune-

“Right, like being blinded and orphaned-”

“Oh, shut the hell up. I’m talking about-”

“Guys, please. If you two keep bickering, Matt’s gonna be late. He’s lucky she’s even going out with him at all. Can we finish this?”

Karen glanced between Matt and Foggy with an arch of her brow, trying to hide the smirk that threatened to capture her lips as Matt’s teasing grin faltered into a purse of his lips from that bruise to his ego.

“Wow. Thank you…for that vote of confidence, Karen.”

“It’s true and you know it. Now, both of you sign these damn papers so we can get out of here before she changes her mind.”

Foggy’s expression suddenly turned serious as he focused his attention solely on Matt, staring at him with an accusatory finger pointed in his direction.

“I swear to God, Murdock. If you fuck up my pipeline to those crack cookies, I will never forgive you. You better turn that Matthew Murdock charm up to a million, you got me? I want those cookies, Matt. Cookies.”

»»———　　———««

It had been five days since Matt had asked you to dinner, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. Between the slew of court cases he was elbow deep in and the extra patrol he’d been doing at the docks to bust a trafficking ring, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to you again. He couldn’t feel your presence when he awoke past his alarm in the mornings, and when he finally got home at the Devil’s hour, he could hear you below him sleeping soundly in your bed.

For the past five nights, the harmony of your heart’s rhythm had eased him into a peaceful sleep like a serene lullaby.

But Karen’s words had anxiety filling every single cell in his body as he navigated the bustling streets of Hell’s Kitchen.

What if you had changed your mind?

It had been five days. Five days without getting to speak to you again. Five days without another care package.

That wasn’t unusual, right?

You didn’t follow a strict schedule with them. The drop offs were usually every few weeks. It just wasn’t time for one.

Or maybe you didn’t want to deliver any more of them.

Maybe the reality of who and what he was sank in and gave you cold feet.

Maybe this was over before it began.

“Fuck.”

Matt felt like he was losing his mind playing the role of the plaintiff and the defendant in the case of had he royally fucked this up already. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous to go on a date. Maybe it was because you were the first person he was going on a date with as himself. Not one half concealing the other. Not with a pre-spun web of lies to cover his tracks. Not with a rehearsal to remember to play down his abilities.

All his cards were out on the table, and while he felt an absolute rush of liberation that you knew the truth already, the consequences of that truth were daunting and seemed to be lurking around every corner of his mind. By the time he reached his door, his clammy hands kept slipping over his key, and sweat had started to bead uneasily along his hairline.

Should he call this whole thing off?

He really didn’t want to.

Did you want him to call it off?

He prayed you didn’t.

Had you been thinking about him for the past five days too?

He really hoped so.

»»———　　———««

When Matt finally made it to your door, he was nearly out of breath and his cheeks were flushed with heat. He had changed three times because you had, and he didn’t want to be over or underdressed. He focused his senses intently on you, trying to decipher the materials and textures of the outfit you finally settled on. You had music playing as you got ready, and for a few moments Matt just paused and listened to you hum along. You seemed to be in a good mood, and that eased his nerves considerably.

Was it wrong for him to invade on your privacy like that? The angel on his shoulder was already adding it to the laundry list for his confession on Sunday. But the Devil in him argued that he was going to hear you anyway. It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help what his senses picked up.

Fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet you at your door, Matt panicked and realized he hadn’t got you any flowers, and promptly ran down the street in search of a vendor. He spent eight minutes trying to pick some out. He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, and roses felt too cliche and insincere. He wanted to pick something special, something that showed he put thought into them, even if he had run to get them right before he was supposed to pick you up.

The vendor had talked him into a bouquet of violet peonies, and since he didn’t have time to spare, he raced back praying that this was the one flower you didn’t hate or God forbid were allergic to.

Matt took a moment to gather himself outside your door; wiping the sweat from his brows with the back of his hand, attempting to steady his rapid breathing, smoothing his windblown hair back into place, and reciting a quiet Lord’s Prayer for good measure.

When his knuckles finally collided with your door to knock, he didn’t know if his heart was racing from the marathon he had just run, or because of you.

The light patter of your feet eagerly approaching the door caused a smile to grace his lips, and once he tuned out the sound of his own heart raging in his ears, he could hear yours fluttering in your chest like a hummingbird.

You were nervous too.

There was a bright smile on your lips, and a light twinge of embarrassment from how quickly you had flung your door open, and you let out a quiet laugh at your own expense.

“Hi Matthew.”

God, he had forgotten how melodic your voice sounded, and how much he suddenly loved his own name hearing it fall from your lips.

“Just Matt, is okay. Only my priest calls me Matthew. And, well…a few judges in the courtroom. And my partners when I cause them undue stress in the workplace. I mean you…you can call me whatever you want, whatever’s more comfortable. It’s just-it’s kinda formal, and you don’t have to-”

“Matt’s nice. I like Matt.”

“Matt likes you.”

Matt internally grimaced as those words slipped past his lips, and the mixture of disapproval and mortification on his face from his own blunder caused a fit of giggles to erupt from your mouth.

“Well, then we’re on the same page. Glad we’ve covered that base for tonight.��

He let out a breathy chuckle as he dipped his head for a moment, trying to find the source of his usual easy charm to refuel his glaring depletion. He cleared his throat as tilted his head to the side slightly, gazing blankly past his crimson glasses in the direction of your face with a somewhat shy smile on his full lips while delicately handing you the bouquet.

“I uh…didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, but the guy said these were the prettiest ones he had.”

Warmth spread across the tops of your cheeks when your fingers lightly brushed against his to retrieve his thoughtful offering, your lips immediately splitting into a wide grin.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Matt. I love peonies. How did you know purple was my favorite color?”

Matt perked up at that, and he stood up a little straighter as a proud, dimple-showcasing, toothy grin took over his mouth.

“Lucky guess.”

“Do you always get so lucky?”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight.”

Matt’s dazzling grin immediately dropped, and you could see his eyes widen behind the cherry tinted lenses. As his face paled and his lips parted in horror, his brows shot up above the frame of his glasses.

“Oh God, I didn’t-that wasn’t…I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not-you’re not-this isn’t…I meant the date. Not that I’m expecting anything-I wouldn’t-I just…meant I hope it goes well. I didn’t-Jesus fucking Christ.”

You were nearly in tears with laughter as Matt stumbled over his words. A part of you felt bad for laughing at the clarity of his humiliation, but it was so endearing knowing he was just as affected by his nerves as you were. This man that went out every night to take down dangerous criminals, and was arguably the most feared man in the city himself, was standing in front of your door stumbling over an apology about an unintended double entendre.

Reaching out to place your hand on his arm, you gave it a reassuring squeeze, momentarily distracted by the dense muscle you felt beneath the soft material of his shirt, before smiling at him in sympathy as you attempted to control your laughter.

“Matt, it’s okay. Really.”

He let out a deep exhale, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly as he let out a short and dry chuckle. Matt nodded his head in your direction, a faint curve of self-deprecation on his lips.

“Is this the worst first date you’ve ever been on?”

There was a teasing tone accompanying the timber of his voice, but layered beneath you could detect a chord of genuine curiosity intermingled with trepidation. The smile on your lips only grew as you looked up at him.

“Actually, it’s one of the best.”

Matt was completely in awe of you. There wasn’t a single falter in your heart’s rhythm. He felt his lips easily mirroring the smile that was on yours, reaching his hand out to lightly grasp your elbow as your hand was still comfortably placed on his bicep.

“What would I have to do to make it the best?”

“Hm. What’s for dinner?”

“Italian. That I know you like.”

A soft noise of content hummed from your throat, and the grin that bloomed on your lips triggered his own.

“Yeah, you’re definitely in my top three right now. But, the night is still young.”

Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful invitation that flowed from your voice.

“Top three? I can work with that. I like a challenge.”

»»———　　———««

The restaurant Matt brought you to was a quaint, family owned spot just a few blocks away from your shared apartment building. It’s a place he had passed by on several instances, the aroma of fresh produce and homemade pasta sauce passed down through generations capturing the intrigue of his senses every time he crossed its path, but he had wanted to save it for a special occasion like a celebratory fifty year old bottle of champagne.

And tonight, he was popping the cork on it with you.

The space was incredibly cozy. Tea light candles flickered romantically on every table and cast an amber glow in the somewhat dim lightning. Collections of sepia and noir photos of large families and historic Italian architecture decorated the walls. The imported Sangiovese was rich in tannins and bold in flavor, caressing your tongue like bittersweet velvet. And the loud personality and thick accent of your waiter repeating your orders off in an alluring symphony of Italian made you feel like you and Matt had somehow been transported straight from Hell’s Kitchen to Italy just by passing through the door.

Both of your nerves seemed to evaporate into the breeze flowing through the open windows with every splash of burgundy against your lips and exchange of exquisite flavor from your dishes. Matt asked you questions with childlike excitement, eager to learn more about you, studying you with the exact same enthusiasm he showed important cases that were of the utmost importance to him.

In return, he found himself answering your own inquisitions easily without having to spare the devilish and more complicated details. It was so incredibly emancipating to not have to pretend with you. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t having to play a character. He could just be…Matt.

You approached every question with genuine curiosity and a respectful distance of where his invisible boundaries might be, and it made his heart soar that you were trying so hard to carefully craft his comfort. Matt had known that he was enthralled with you the first time he met you, but by the time dessert came, he was absolutely smitten.

He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself, but he also didn’t want the night to end.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Hm, I don’t know. You sure it isn’t too out of your way?”

Even if Matt couldn’t feel the way your lips parted into a huge smile, he could hear it in the cadence of your voice. The subtle joke made him chuckle as he nodded his chin in your direction, his own mouth pulling into a charming smirk.

“I’d still offer even if you lived in Long Island.”

The sudden spill of heat across the tops of your cheeks and the quiet sharp intake of your breath had his heart pounding faster in his chest.

“I suddenly wish I did.”

Even though your tone was playful, he could detect the implications behind your words. You didn’t want this night to end either, and that had him soaring up to cloud nine. Feeling emboldened by your indirect confession, Matt reached his hand out slowly to brush his fingertips against the palm of your hand, easily threading his fingers through your own, reveling in the softness of your skin that he had missed. He felt a spark every time your pulse resonated against his own, and his cheeks nearly hurt from how much he was smiling.

“I prefer you living a floor below me.”

By the time the two of you reached your front door, Matt couldn’t tell if it was the electricity from the building buzzing in his ears or the anticipation that kept building the entire walk, growing larger and larger like a snowball ready to plow into his chest to cause an avalanche when you turned your body to face him. As your thumb lightly brushed against the back of his scarred knuckles, a question that had been bouncing around in his head all evening could no longer go unanswered.

“So, as far as first dates go, what’s the verdict? Did I move up at all?”

Matt splayed his most charming smile across his plump lips, and while the flirtation in his voice was evident, so was the unmistakable undertone of uncertainty. The blood rushing through his veins was roaring in his ears like tides crashing against the shore during a storm.

“I’d say you made it to the top two.”

Matt cocked his head to the side slightly, seemingly surprised by your answer, his brows raising above the browline of his glasses slightly.

“Second place?”

“Unless you’ve got a last minute testimony for me to rule in your favor, Counselor.”

Your voice remained soft and teasing, but your heart was fluttering violently in your chest, like the hummingbird was trying to escape its cage. Matt carefully let go of your hand, reaching up to pull his glasses away from his face, baring himself completely before you as he slipped the crimson lenses into his pocket. The slight gasp from seeing his eyes for the first time that caught in your throat caused a bashful smile to appear on his lips.

His tongue darted out to wet them quickly, catching a taste of the tiramisu you shared still lingering on your tongue. He wanted to devour it from your lips. Taking a bold step forward, he did his best to fix his gaze where he thought yours was, leaning in slightly until your noses were merely an inch apart, the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips.

“May I?”

His voice seemed to have dropped an octave lower, coming out in an intimate whisper that you answered all too eagerly.

“Yes.”

Matt couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly closed the sliver of distance between you, pressing his lips to yours with a satisfied groan, feeling a surge of pride at the way your breath caught in your throat. For a good thirty seconds, you actually stopped breathing. When he reluctantly broke the kiss, he brushed his lips against yours and whispered into them softly.

“Breathe.”

The second the command slipped off his tongue, you exhaled heavily before sucking in a sharp drag of oxygen, and Matt couldn’t stop the smug grin that overtook his entire mouth.

“Well, sweetheart? What’s the verdict now?”

“Yeah…yeah, yeah definitely in the number one spot.”

Matt beamed at the breathlessness of your voice, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you in closer to his chest as he purred into your ear.

“Lucky me.”

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wildlife4life · 6 months

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Fuck-It Friday Coda

Here is my 7x01 coda that I'm also counting for Fuck-It Friday! So thank you for the tags @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples! Posted to ao3 here.

“How the talk with Chris go? He still seeing being a two timer?” Marisol asks with a sly smile.

Eddie blows out a harsh breath, “There wasn’t much of a talk on my end.”

She quirks an eyebrow, “Oh? You just letting him work it on his own?”

He shakes his head, “Oh god no. That would have just made an even bigger mess.” Eddie has to look away from his girlfriend as he admits, “Actually I asked Buck to talk to him. He has some um... experience with the whole ‘player’ thing.”

Marisol’s wine glass smacks loudly on the coffee table in the silence that follows, and Eddie barely holds back a wince. Still, he doesn’t look at her. He never does when speaking about Buck.

“You had your newly single best male friend, with a history of getting around, talk to your son about not doing the exact same thing?” Marisol sound appalled and it has Eddie whipping around to see her actual reaction. His girlfriend looked upset and disgusted? What is that about?

“Um, yea. Buck has the insight into all of that and he’s reformed and all that.” Eddie tries defending.

She scoffs, “Reformed? Didn’t he just break up with his last girlfriend because he got bored.”

Well, that was a very poor recount of events that had already been poorly told by Buck and Eddie felt the low simmer of burgeoning anger, “Buck did not get bored. He was trying to live, move on from his death, and all that woman was doing, was being a constant reminder of it.”

The anger rises at Marisol rolling her eyes, “Like I said, bored. But that’s not really the point here.”

He grinds his back molars, “What is the point then, in your opinion?”

She narrows her eyes at his tone, “The point is Christopher isn’t going to learn to respect women, be a courteous young man by talking to a man whose disastrous dating history is printed in a best-selling book by someone from said history. He’s Christopher’s fun friend, the guy he goes to when he doesn’t want to get in trouble and you’re feeding into it.”

Eddie slams his beer to the coffee table, making Marisol’s almost empty wine glass wobble from the force, and rises his feet, “After me, Buck is one of the most important people in Christopher’s life. You have not a single understanding of what they are to each other, what they have been through. What Buck has personally been through. He is not some womanizing asshole corrupting my son. He is Christopher’s best friend; my best friend, and the person I know I can turn to when I need help with Christopher. With anything.”

Marisol rises to her feet, “And you’re allowing him to continue take up the space I am trying to get into. I thought we we’re getting somewhere when you invited me to chaperon Chris’s date with you, when you opened up about your worries about him. But instead of letting me try to help you ran to a person you can’t bring up without looking away.”

He immediately proves her point and puts his gaze on the fireplace mantle, eyes roaming over every photo. There several of just him and his son, pre-LA to just last year before Christopher’s school dance. There are pictures of their family back in Texas and the entirety of the 118. Then there are photos with Buck. Christopher and Buck at the zoo. The trio of them at the mall fountain. Eddie’s graduation. Christopher’s 10th birthday. And second to last, Eddie and Buck, arms around each other’s shoulders at Hen and Karen’s vow renewal. At the end of all those photos sits the last family picture of Eddie, Christopher, and Shannon took at the beach.

Eddie thinks back on the picture Christopher turned down on his desk and the letter he almost didn’t read. He thinks about how his first instinct was to turn to Buck and not the girlfriend who witnessed Christopher’s player antics, someone who could give insight on how those girls felt. And then he realizes, Christopher wouldn’t have opened up about his mother to anyone, but Buck.

That space Marisol is trying to fit herself into, is too large, too broad, and perfectly Buck shaped. She would never fit.

With a sense of déjà vu, Eddie drops his gaze to floor and softly states, “I think you should go.”

💜🩷💜🩷

Wine glass rinsed out, beer bottle in the recycling, and a reusable tote bag just barely filled with Marisol’s few items left at his house sat near the door, Eddie relaxes back into his couch.

Marisol put up a lack-luster fight to leaving, but eventually she drowned the last of her wine and called an uber. “He’s not going stick around forever. He’s going to break both yours and Christopher’s hearts.” She warned, “And you’ll be just as alone as you were in the hardware store.”

Eddie held back a harsh retort and simply told her, “I haven’t been alone since I met him and I never will be if either one of us has a say about it.”

He opened the door, Marisol got into a little gray sedan, and she went back to the home Eddie helped destroy.

Picking up his phone from the coffee table, Eddie pulls up his contact favorites, smirking humorously at Marisol’s missing name, and presses the person at the very top. It rings twice, before, “Hey man, thought it was date night?”

“Asked her to go home.” Eddie replies.

Silence on the other end for a just a moment then, “Man, you really need to find a better way to break up with women.” Buck teases.

Eddie chuckles, “Well at least there was no mess to clean up this time.”

Buck hums in agreement before softly asking, “You doing okay?”

Not a single lie passed his lips when he answered, “More than. But you know what would help?”

“What?”

“Go-karts in the dessert.”

A laugh that makes Eddie feel warm all over, “It’s a date.”

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koolades-world · 6 months

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can u do how the om brothers would react to a mc that is like. (for lack of better words) EXTREMELY dumb ..... like karen smith level slow💀

haha hi! sure thing :)

channeled my inner karen smith core for this one love her sm

please enjoy!

A very dense Mc

Lucifer

meeting you makes him realize how quick he spoke and the words that actually came out of his mouth

he just knew by the look on your face you were buffering and may never fully catch up (i do this sm)

he's always there for you incase you accidently say something offensive and will save you

Mammon

he can be equally as slow sometimes bestie great minds think alike after all

he's right there with you

he loves to take you out places since he strength is street smarts

but he's a worry wart and uses that as an excuse to always hold your hand

Levi

at first he for sure thought you weren't going to get along

then he realized you were actually the sweetest person he's ever met and were just not great at social cues which is great for him! cause he isn't either

the two of you get along the best since he's happy tell you all about his favorite things and you're happy to listen

you guys are super cute together

Satan

he's always willing to help you out with your school work <3

if that day was particularly hard, you can pay him in kisses to do it for you

but he really wants to help you because he cares and knows education is important

he always has the perfect reward and things to do on breaks, whatever that is for you

Asmo

he's perfectly able to break things down for you if you need it

he's your translator, per say, especially when barb speaks

essential to have around

the two of you always hype each other up!

Beel

he excels in emotional intelligence

if you struggle with this, he will try his best to help you out to help you grow as a person

he doesn't think he's that great of a teacher, but he would do anything for you

he knows what it's like to be picked on for that kind of thing, so he's always by your side and ready to defend you

Belphie

he's pretty smart and just doesn't ever apply it

when he's being lazy, which is most of the time, he's perfect to hang out with

he can help you with whatever you need while laying facedown into a pillow

when he's being productive, he'll get both his and your work done and only expects you to nap with him later

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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lowkeyrobin · 7 months

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Mcyt bbut a Karen makes their S/O cry? :0

It's the readers first ever encounter with one in the wild and at first Y/N just,,, tries to ignore the woman/leave but the Karen does the usual of not letting em leave and then Y/N gets overwhelmed and starts crying?-

BAHAHHAAB I LOVE FUCKING WRITINF ABOUT KARENS I CANNOT LMFAOOOOOO ; thank you for the request lol ; I got a random strike of writers block halfway through and its very obvious I'm sorry

MCYT ; wild karen encounter

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, iterations of homophobia/transphobia & fatphobia, Karen activity, reader is described as nonbinary

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you two went different ways while clothes shopping and you were looking at more fem/masc (whichever doesn't conform with your sex) clothing

you felt someone glaring daggers at you so you glanced up and saw some random ass woman staring at you, accompanied by her 13ish year old son

she started making remarks about how you shouldn't be looking at those clothes and it's not "modest" for a little young man/woman like you

like mf you're nonbinary huh

you try to ignore her, meanwhile her son looks SO uncomfortable and wants to very obviously leave

she starts recording you out of no where to call you slurs and the sons just like "mom stop" and of course she doesn't

you end up crying and trying to hide it while you defend yourself but you get quickly overstimulated and flustered

the yelling caught Tommy's attention so he quickly walks over like "woah, woah, woah, what's going on?"

and she starts SCREAMING at poor Tommy about you

he looks at you literally wiping your tears while she's STILL recording it and he just peacefully flames her ass

"it doesn't matter what the hell they wear, clothes don't have gender and I could care less about what my partner buys and wears and how they express themselves. go post that to Facebook and look like a fuckin' idiot."

he pulls you away to the changing rooms so you can talk in private and eventually try on the clothes you were looking for

while he was going that he got a hold of a nearby security officer and told them about the situation since you'd both been illegally recorded on the premises of the store

he didn't wanna press charges for you or anything but at least wanted the woman escorted out to look more like a dumbass, considering the security guard had to call the police because what she did was a crime

couple days later you found the video and bodycam footage of the woman being detained and arrested for resisting arrest and recording someone without consent on private property, which is marked as a felony where you live

live laugh love Tommy bc everyone in the video description was hyping him up and saying how bad they felt for you and even the son 🫶

RANBOO

dude you can't even go grocery shopping without people bitching about you guys

you were just trying to pick out some chips and this lady walks past with a scoff

ran quickly turns around like, "Sorry, can we help you?"

she quickly starts yelling about how you gay people are all going to hell and shit

ranboo quickly spits back but you get overstimulated and really take it to heart and you tear up a bit

the lady notices and points it out

she then follows you around the store, yelling at you and shit while they're on the phone dialing the non emergency police line because wtf is wrong w this lady???

before you're questioned and after she's detained, you guys stand alone and try to calm yourself down because you were just getting really stressed about it because wtf do you even do in that situation

gives you a big hug and reassures you that it's okay to cry

he's generally just proud of you in general for being able to hold yourself together for the most part

FREDDIE BADLINU

you two were going out for a little movie date, and dressed in tuxedos to watch Saw X

some dumbass dude was making snarky comments to his wife about you two considering you were holding hands while ordering snacks

Freddie turns around, having heard the guy talking about you thinking he dropped something "can I help you?" He asks in the nicest tone possible

the man and his wife both start making nasty comments about "this generation going to hell" and how you're brainwashing Freddie or something???

you almost immediately start crying because you're trying to ignore it and talk to the girl behind the counter filling your popcorn bucket who doesn't know what to do

she quickly pushes the security button under the counter because she can see your distress and how Freddie was just like stunned as he looked between the couple and you cause like wth

once they're escorted out you're the first in the theater so you guys sit there and talk it all out because you got really overwhelmed

he gives you a hug and reassures you that you did nothing wrong and you're gonna enjoy the movie

the dude had a warrant out for his arrest for not paying child support anyways L

NIKI NIHACHU

you two were out on a walk in a park holding hands and shit and passed this little family down by the creek

the mom just goes full fucking demon mode and starts recording you guys and shouting at you

niki quickly retaliated with a "leave us alone!" before walking off

you were visibly pretty shaken but she reassures you everything is okay and she probably wasn't even recording

she ends up finding the video a few days later

thankfully all the comments were supporting you two and flaming the lady's ass lmao

QUACKITY

you guys were out doing stuff (getting shit at home depot for quackitys new house and peojects) and some Karen was judging your abilities to handy-man basically

"actually, my partner is the best handyman I know! so shut the fuck up"

the Karen immediately goes to the front to get a manager or some shit

meanwhile yall quickly checkout and leave

while leaving you see her getting detained for resisting an officer with violence and threatening an officer 🥰

that becomes a story you tell at every single "family reunion" (meetup with friends)

he still boasts about yelling at someone like that

FOOLISH GAMERS

you guys were out getting snacks for a movie night with friends that were staying over

some Karen made a comment how you needed to go on a diet or some shit since you were the one carrying the basket full of unhealthy snacks

foolish quickly whips around and flames her ass

you just kinda stand there like "wtf"

foolish slings an arm around your shoulders and leads you away since she wouldn't stop blabbering and was threatening to call the cops for some reason

back in the car he reassures you that you do not need to go on a diet and you don't need to listen to the lady whatsoever

movie night was 10/10 you watched Barbie & roasted Saltburn bc that movie wasn't good like at all

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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Season 2, Episode 7 - The Usual Suspects

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Baltimore, Maryland

In a quant police station in Baltimore, Detective Peter Sheridan is on the phone with a fellow officer, waking to the fax machine with a cup of coffee in his hands. "Under what name?" He asks. "Oh, yeah. That's my favorite so far" He chuckles, resting down his coffee before taking out the paper the fax was printing.

"Possible ID's in three states that we know of....." His eyes widen as a smirk spreads on his face, "I gotta call you back" He says to the fellow officer in the phone before he sends his squad out.

A swarm of officers in protective gear, armed with automatic weapons storm the City Centre Motor Hotel. They made their way across the second floor.

Meanwhile, at the police station. "Well.." Sheridan begins as he enters the interrogation room, sitting across from the unknown subject. "...first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering. Now, this one puzzled me. Grave desecration" Sheridan chuckles, holding up the paper to the suspect.

"But still, these are a long way from murder. Then we get fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman" Sheridan adds. "However no one could prove anything, of course because, supposedly, you died there..." He snarked, giving the unsub a once over.

Back at the motel, the swat team rammed the door in using the battering ram. Breaking in the door, "Hands where I can see them!" A swat member yells at the man and woman inside of the motel room, who put up their hands in surrender, now revealed to be Sam Winchester and Y/N L/N. Diana Ballard aims her gun at them, taking the lead as she walked forward. "Going somewhere, Sam and Y/N??" Diana says smugly as they gulp fearfully, sharing a look of panic.

Back at the station, "But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me" Sheridan quips to the suspect. "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered..." Sheridan got up in the suspects face, "But I guarantee you, she's the last" Sheridan adds smugly before walking out of the room. The unsub is revealed to be Dean Winchester, a smirk across his handsome face as he watches the cocky detective leave the interrogation room.

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Later that evening after capturing y/n and Sam. Detective Ballard entered the interrogation room Y/N and Sam were being held in, offering her a small smile. Sam has his hands on his hips, holting in his nervous pacing of the room. A file was tucked between Ballard's arm crease and two cups of coffee in her hands as she closed the door. "Thought you two might be thirsty" Ballard said, offering them the cups, resting them on the table.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow suspiciously, leaning back into her chair. She crossed arms crossed over her chest, "Okay, so you're the good cop" Y/N mocks, kicking up one foot ontop of the table along with the other, a cocky grin on her face, "Where's the bad cop?" She adds with snark, "Oh, he's with Dean" Ballard smirks, dropping the nice act. "Okay. And you're holding us, why?" Sam scoffs, leaning on the table.

"Well, Deans being held on suspicion of murder." Ballard begins, y/n's heart drops hearing this. "And you two? We'll see" Ballard adds, peeling off her latex gloves. "Murder?" Y/N and Sam gasp as Y/N takes her feet off of the table. Leaning forward, both hunters putting on an Oscar winning performance but at the same time they're majorly confused. "You guys sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good actors?" Ballard jokes.

"Who's he supposed to have murdered?" Y/N shakes her head in disbelief, fueling the act. "We'll get around to that." Ballard simply says. "Well you can't just hold us here without formal charges" Sam defends in an offended tone as he leaned off of the table. "Well, actually, we can for 48 hours. But you, being a pre-law student, would know that" Ballard counters in a smug tone, getting closer to Sam who's face drops before turning to y/n.

"And you, y/n. A varisty cheerleader for a couple months in Sioux Falls High. You made the honor roll but never seemed to go to college" Ballard lists of some of y/n's accomplishments as the Hunter clenches her jaw. "I know all about you Sam and Y/N" Ballard smirks before opening her folder with their files. "You're both 23 years old, no jobs, no home addresses" Ballard lists off as she paces the room.

Sam and Y/N frozen in place. "Your mothers died when you were babies. Both of your fathers whereabouts are unknown. Seems like you've got mirrored lives if I'm being honest" Ballard continues, muttering the last part to herself. Y/N rolls her eyes in annoyance as Ballard continues, turning to Sam. "And there's the case of your brother, Dean. Whose demise was- well...just a little bit exaggerated" She says ironically.

"Feel free to jump in whenever you like" She glares at them. The two hunters share a look, not daring to answer. Sam leaned back on the table crossing his arms while Y/N leaned back in her chair, doing the same. "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going" Ballard smirks. "Your families moved around a lot when you were kids. Despite that, Sam, you were a straight-A students. Sam got into Stanford with a full-ride while Y/N disappeared from the face of the earth. Until now."

Ballard continues to site out their documented lives to them. "Then about a year ago, there was a fire at Sam's apartment. One fatality, Jessica Moore, your girlfriend." Ballard adds, turning to Sam. His heart was beating out of his chest at the mention of his late girlfriend, Y/N shot Sam a sympathetic look, "After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything" Ballard presses.

"You got a point here, lady?!" Y/N snaps, pounding the table with her fist. Ballard just smirks in return, "I needed some time off. To deal." Sam responds to Ballard in a low tone. "So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and my childhood best friend." Sam adds. "How's that going for you all?" Ballard asks ironically. "Great" Y/N huffs, before chuckling. "I mean...we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S." She smiles widely.

"Yeah. That was awesome" Sam chuckles agreeing, going along with her lie, pulling a chair before straddling it. Ballard's smirk drops, "We ran Deans fingerprints through AFIS" Ballard says. "Okay?" Y/N and Sam question in unison. "Got over a dozen possible hits" Ballard informs them in a threatening tone. Leaning her palms on the table.

"Possible hit. Which makes them useless" Sam points out matter-of-factly. "But makes you wonder. What are we gonna find if we run either of you fingerprints?" Ballard counter in a similar tone. Sam and Y/N share a look before chuckling in a cocky tone, "Yeah. Well, you be sure to let us know, alright?" She says in an amused tone, banging her fist on the table as Sam snickers.

"May I?" Sam asks politely, pointing to the coffee cup. "Please" Ballard shrugs. "Great" Sam mutters, picking up one coffee cup, handing it to y/n before taking up his own. Y/N accepts, muttering a, "Thank you, Sammy" Both sniffing the coffee before simultaneously sipping on it. Diana Ballard then sits on the ledge of the table before getting closer to the two, "Sam, Y/N. You two seem like good kids" She begins.

"It's not your fault Deans your brother. We can't pick our family." She says to Sam. "And it's not your fault he's so handsome that he's got you wrapped around his finger- hell, I would want a slice of that pie if I was 10 years younger" She mocks fanning herself as she chuckled. Y/N's angry gaze snaps over to her, clenching her jaw as her eye twitched. Sams eyebrow shot up at this as both him and Y/N slightly side eye glare at her.

"Right now, detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how Dean faked his own death after torturing all those young women" Ballard informed them. But they didn't dare look her in the eye. "Dean's a bad guy." Ballard presses. "You don't know anything about him!" Y/N snaps, gritting her teeth at Ballard, the way she was talking about him as if she knew him was grinding her gears.

If it didn't mean getting hauled off to prison for tackling a cop, she would've had Ballard on the ground with a wave of her hand. "His life is over, sweetie. Neither of yours have to be" Ballard says in an enticing tone. Sam scoffs as Y/N rolls her eyes, "You want me and y/n to turn against my own brother?" Sam scoffs in disbelief. "No" Ballard shakes her head, getting up from the table.

"We already caught him cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene" Ballard says, both Sam and Y/N's eyes flicker over to her as she walked back to the other side of the table. "We just need you two to fill in some missing pieces" She adds. "Now it makes sense why we're being interrogated together. At first I thought it was because of how crummy this place is" Y/N scoffs with distaste at the beat up station.

Ballard rolls her eyes at her snark as Sam bites back a smile, "Why would we do that?" Sam asks her. Ballard pulls out a chair and takes a seat across from them, "Because I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you guys. You two can get on with your lives. Deans as good as gone" Ballard offers. The two share a knowing look before Sam says,

"Our dads and Tony Giles were old friends. My dad and Tony were in the service together" Sam begins in a fake sad voice, y/n understands where he's getting at. "We've known them since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death" She adds, fueling to the lie in a feigned sad tone.

Flashback to a couple days:

In an unknown town, Sam approaches the table at the cafe where Y/N and Dean were sat at on the patio. Three coffee cups in hand as Dean reads the newspaper with the article of Anthony Giles' death, a pen in his mouth while y/n is on her laptop canvassing the internet for a case, a cigarette tucked between her lips. "There you go" Sam says to them, handing each of them their coffees as he takes a seat next to Y/N, who mutters a grateful, "Thank you" before sipping and going back to her laptop.

"Anthony Giles" Dean begins, folding the newspaper. "Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asks as Dean slides them the newspaper. "A Baltimore lawyer. Working late at his office, check it out" Dean tells them, popping the cap off of his coffee while Y/N takes a drag from her cigarette as Sam reads. "Blah blah blah. His throat was slit but the room was clean. Huh, no DNA. No prints" Sam mutters, raising an eyebrow at that.

"Keep reading, it gets better" Dean tells them. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant" Y/N reads out loud, looking over at Dean with a knowing expression as she taps the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes-" Dean begins. "Or it's an invisible killer" Y/N finishes his sentence. "My favorite kind" Dean clicks his tongue, flashing her a wink.

She chuckles, rolling her eyes as she takes a drag. "What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?" Dean asks Sam before turning to y/n. "What about you, Cigarette Smoking Man?" He flashes her a cheekily smile as she narrows her eyes at him, blowing out the smoke from the corner of her mouth. "I'm not Scully. You're Scully" Sam huffs in annoyance. Tossing him the newspaper.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a red headed woman" He retorts to Sam. "And I'm your possible father?" Y/N whips up, cocking an eyebrow. Deans face drops now realizing what he said as Sam and Y/N burst out laughing. "Come to Daddy, babyboy" Y/N mocks as Dean rolls his eyes. "Shut up" He grumbles childishly.

Present Time:

"So...it would've kind of hard for Dean to kill Tony. Considering we weren't in town at the time" Y/N scoffs after telling a vague version of them finding out that Anthony Giles was killed. "So tell me, what happened next" Ballard asks. "Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen" Sam begins before thinking a bit. "She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her, you know?" He says in a fake sad tone.

Flashback:

"Insurance" Karen tearfully sighs, shaking her head as she looks at the papers. Sam, Dean and Y/N were dressed in their formal wear, disguised as insurance agents. All currently in Karen Giles' dining room. The second Y/N entered that house, she got that chill at the back of her neck but it was its usual hair raising feeling. It was more dark, hallow...the best way to explain it. It was quite depressing and she felt it churn at her stomach.

"I totally forgot about the insurance" The clearly grief stricken widow sobs, "We're very sorry to bother you right now ma'am, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation" Y/N says sympathetically. "You understand?" Y/N adds softly. Karen nods rapidly, wiping away tears from her eyes. "Sure" She sniffles, tucking away a lock of her hair.

"Okay, If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died" Sam says softly. Karen takes a deep breath before beginning, "Tony and I were supposed to have dinner. He called and said that he was having computer troubles and...that he had to work late" Karen explains. They all listen intently as Sam and Y/N nod, giving Karen a pitiful look, their eyebrows furrowed.

"That was it" Karen finishes. Deans eyes shift over to Y/N, "Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" She asks gently. "No. No. It's like I told the police. I have no idea" Karen sobs, sniffling as she shakes her head. "Did Tony mention anything....unusual to you in the days before his death?" Dean chimes in, Karen looks confused by this question. "Unusual? Like what?" Karen asks confused.

"Yeah, like strange" Dean smiles, his tone enticing. Sam and Y/N's eyebrows raised at his tone, both internally rolling their eyes at Deans lack of subtlety. "Strange?" Karen shakes her head, still confused. "You know, Karen, weird. Weird noises...uh...visions, anything like that?" Dean presses. Y/N clears her throat harshly, "Ahem", shooting Dean a warning look to be a little more subtle before.

His face drops before clearing his throat when he noticed y/n's serious look. Her eyes and Sam's eyes flicker over to Karen with a sympathetic look before glancing back over to dean with widened exasperated eyes as Dean looks down like guiltily like a child.

Walk him like a dog sis.

"Uh, he had a nightmare the day before he died, but-" Karen tells them. They all share a look, "What kind of nightmare?" Sam asks. "Uh...he said that he woke up in the middle of the night. And there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed..." Karen explains, sniffling. Dean looks over at Sam and Y/N with a smug face saying, 'I told you so', before turning back to Karen.

"...and then he blinked, she was gone. I mean, it was just a nightmare" Karen explained, confused as to why they would ask this. Dean chuckles lightly, passing it off as he cleared his throat, "Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asks. Karen's eyes widen, now absolutely confused, "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?" She asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

Deans face drops, now realizing he pushed a bit too much. All three hunters panicked a bit, "Uh- it's just our company is very thorough, ma'am" Y/N pipes in, resting a comforting hand on Karen's gently. "And we just want to make this process as painless and easy as possible" She adds with a small smile. Karen sighs, taking the bait. Her eyes flickered down to Y/N's hand on hers before taking a deep breath.

Dean shoots y/n an impressed look. "He said she was pale and had dark red eyes" Karen tells them, sobbing lightly.

Present Time:

"So I gave Karen a hug. And told her to call us if she needed anything" Sam finishes their story, twisting the truth to fit. "And, that was it. End of story" Y/N adds. She was leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed as Sam straddles her, leaning forward. Ballard tapped her finger on the table impatiently, not convinced by their story whatsoever. "Sam, Y/N. I am trying to help you guys here. But you have got to be honest with me!" Ballard exclaims frustrated, getting up from her chair.

"Now, we have an eyewitness. Someone saw two men and a woman. Fitting your descriptions and Dean's, breaking into Giles' office!" Ballard informs them in a threatening tone. "Okay, look! Karen called us later, said that there was stuff she wanted from Tony's office but the police weren't letting her in" Y/N defends with the first lie that came to her mind, fluidly selling their story.

"Like a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff" She adds, "Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene but she gave us the key!" Sam adds defensively, coming to aid y/n's lie.

Flashback:

Y/N was on her knees, expertly picking the lock to Anthony Giles' office. She opened it quickly and quietly as the boys shined their lights into the dark room. She handed Dean the Bobby pin she used to pick the lock as they walked in and Sam closed the door behind them, shining his light on the bloodstained floor. "Hey" He drew the attention of his brother and best friend to the ground,

"Anthony Giles' body was found right about here" Sam points out. "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible" Y/N quotes from the article she read of Giles' murder. Dean whistles lowly at that, "What do you guys think? Vengeful spirit? Underline, vengeful?" Dean questions with humor before turning to y/n. "You getting any tinglies with your ESP thing?" Dean asks her with a wide smirk, wiggling his fingers.

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Not at this very moment, but if something were here. It would've left some kind of aura. I'm not getting that here" Y/N tells him, "Back at the Giles' house though. It was red hot" She adds, "You could be right. I mean, we did see that woman at the foot of his bed" Sam agrees as he walks over to Anthony's desk. "It wasn't like anything I've felt before though. It was more heavy, dark, depressing, you know?" She adds truthfully.

"Maybe it's got to do with you learning to control your powers. Or maybe it's growing?" Dean suggest with a shrug. Y/N took a seat on the chair as Sam pulls a chair from the other side, taking a seat next to her. "Yeah, maybe" Y/N sighs. Dean notices a paper on the table with a weird text on it, his eyebrow's furrowed before handing it to Y/N, "Hey, take a look at this" He says, she takes it, reading it over as Sam peers over her shoulder.

"Dana Shulps?" Sam questions, written on the paper was 'danashulps' over and over with no spaces. "What's that? A name?" Y/N asks. "I don't know, but it's everywhere" Dean responds, picking up another set of papers with the same text in it. He turns it to them as Sam shines his light on the paper in Deans hands, "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" Dean snorts, chuckling at his comment.

Sam's light shines on the table when he moves it, his and y/n's eyebrows raised when they noticed what looked like a scribble in on the glass table. Y/N and Dean shared a look before she leaned down and let her hot breath glaze over the table. The scribbled in revealed to be 'Dana Shulps' written in with probably Anthony's finger and dust. Y/N scoffs as the boys mouths fall agape. "Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird" She snorts.

"Maybe Giles knew her" Dean suggest. "Maybe it's the name of our pale, red eyes mystery girl" Sam suggests pulling out his laptop before opening it on the table. Y/N started to try to break the code to Giles' desktop as Dean got some files from the drawer, "Well, let's see what we can see" Dean smirks, slapping the files down on the table.

Hours have passed of doing research, currently still in Giles' office. Dean slams the drawer shut harshly in frustration. Sam and Y/N's heads snap over to Dean, "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of freaking Shulps!" Dean growls irritated, leaning on the wall. "Great" Sam mutters as Y/N sighs.

Typing away on the desktop, "What do you guys got?" Dean asks. "Nothing" They respond in unison. "No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last 50 years at least" Sam tells him, equally frustrated. "So, what now?" Dean huffs. "Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" Y/N tells them, leaning back in her chair.

"By close, you mean...?" Dean asks for a time limit. "Thirty minutes maybe" Y/N spitballs, shrugging. Dean checks his wristwatch before huffing, "Awesome" He grumbles, slouching his shoulder before moving over to the chair across from the desk the two were sat at. "So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out" Dean feigns a smile before sinking into the seat.

"Sooooo, awesome" He grumbles childishly. Watching in impatience as Y/N types away on the laptop and Sam is still nose deep into looking for a Dana Shulps. Dean begins clicking his tongue in boredom, causing Sam and Y/N's eyes to snap over to him as he creases his lips while puffing up his cheeks, making a squelching farting noise with his mouth. "Dean!" "Dude, seriously!" Y/N and Sam exclaim in annoyance at the same time.

"What?!" Dean huffs back childishly. "Oh for the love of-" Y/N groans, massaging her temples. "Go into my duffel bag, you'll see there's a chocolate bar. I bought it for moments exactly like this." Y/N instructs him firmly, pointing to her bag before slouching back into her chair as she continued to type away on the desktop, trying to break the code.

Deans eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, quickly rushing over to the bag. He dug into it and fished out the chocolate bar, tearing up open and instantly digging into it. Sam snorted as his brother practically swallowed the chocolate, "Thanks princess" Dean thanks her with a mouthful of chocolate. "You're welcome, charming" She muttered back, flashing him a sweet smile before turning back to the desktop.

"Alright, I'm gonna go talk to Karen, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean suggests as he stuffed the paper from the bar into his pocket, swallowing the last of the candy. "Great, be safe" Y/N tells him, "Ditto, keep doing sparkys" Dean flashes her a wink before walking out of the room.

Present Time:

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her" Sam finishes his story after twisting around it, "I mean, you know? She had been pretty upset earlier" Y/N sighs. "So why didn't you two go with him?" Ballard asks, her eyes narrowed at them. They both shrugged, "We just went back to the motel." Sam shakes his head before a thought pops in to Y/N's.

"How'd you know we were there, by the way?" Y/N asks, cocking her eyebrow as she leans back into her chair. Ballard inches towards them, her heels clinking on the ground, "We found the motel matchbook on Dean when we arrested him" Ballard informs them harshly, showing them the bagged matchbook on the table. "Let's quit fooling around. You two were with Dean the whole time in Baltimore, why separate now?" Ballard presses as she dashes the matchbook on the table, leaning down.

"Because he left, to go murder Karen" Ballard answers the question for them. "He didn't kill anyone" Sam says calmly. Ballard slams her palm on the desk in frustration. "I heard the 911 call! Karen was terrified! She said someone was in the house!" Ballard yells at them. The two hunters don't react, simply raising their eyebrows at her failed attempt of being intimidating.

"You know you suck at being scary, maybe get a face tat. It'll give you some brownie points for badass" Y/N quips up, an amused grin on her face. Sam had to hold back a snicker by her comeback as Ballard groans in frustration.

Flashback:

Karen is sat on her couch watching the news, mourning the loss of her husband. She reaches over to grab a tissue from the box on her coffee table. She gasps in fear when she catches a glimpse of a shadow. Karen pauses, quickly taking off her glasses to wipe her eyes. She shakes her head, realizing she's probably just hallucinating from trauma.

She places her glasses back onto her face as she sniffles. Karen lets out a scream of terror when she saw a pale woman with dark red eyes, exactly like her husband described before his death by the window. Karen quickly turns to lamp next to her on, breaking eye contact with the spirit for a split second, only to look back to see no one.

Still shaken, Karen gets up from her couch, whimpering and shaking with fear. She slowly makes her way to her stairs, peering from the corner while looking around for anyone or anything. She felt a chill behind her and spun back around with a loud gasp only to see no one there. She quickly ascended her stairs, rushing into her office before locking the door behind her.

Karen immediately grabs the landline on her desk, dialing in 911. "Emergency Services" A woman on the other line answers almost immediately. "Hello?...I-i think I saw somebody in my house" Karen whispers fearfully, her words stuttered as she spoke. "What is your address, ma'am?" The responser asks. "It's 421 Clinton Avenue." Karen informs her, shaking but the line drops dead.

"Please can you- Hello-?" Karen's heart drops when she hears the line go dead. That's when the lights started flickering in her room and the printer started whirring, a paper began to slide out of the receiver, printing a name over and over. Karen watched in fear as the page printed 'Dana Shulps'. She backed up to the closet door, before quickly opening it.

Karen got out her flashlight from the back of the closet, turning it on. She shined it behind her, only to be met with the pale woman with dark red eyes and a slit throat, Karen's eyes widened, her mouth dropped as she let out the most gut wrenching scream she possibly could.

Not too long after Karen's encounter, Dean Winchester approaches her door, pulling the door knocker before rapping on the door. "Karen, you in there?" Dean calls out to Karen. He doesn't get an answer after a few seconds so he looks around to insure no one would witness the crime he's about to commit before pulling out a bobby pin he stole from y/n.

Dean expertly picked the lock, slowly opening the creaking door before closing it behind him. He took a look around the dark house, reaching onto the wall to flick the light switch but it wouldn't come on. As if the fuse blew but Dean knew better than that. Dean made his way around the house, lastly wounding up in Karen's office only to stumble upon her freshly deceased body.

Her blood pooled and soaked into the carpeted ground from the inch deep slashed made against her throat. "Oh, God" Dean mutters, his stomach churning. His eyes flickered over to the printer, pulling it out of the receiver to take a look. He rolls his eyes when he see, 'Dana Shulps' printed over and over on it. "Seriously, what the hell?" He groans in frustration, as he takes in Karen's corpse.

Now noticing the purple grip marks around her wrists. He takes a step closer, kneeling down to examine her body. He gently but respectfully to the deceased, lifted her limp wrist to get a better look but the cocking of a gun behind him caught his attention. His head snaps back in. A flash, "Freeze. Stay on your knees" A woman officer behind him orders him firmly, her male partner and her both aiming their guns at the elder Winchester.

Deans eyes widen, his heart thumping out of his chest. "Hands where I can see them. Now!" The female officer yells as Dean breathes heavily, raising his hands in surrender. "Cuff him" The officer orders her partner who does so. Roughly handcuffing Dean, a wrongly accused man. His jaw clenches, now internally panicking because he knew they'd go after Sammy and y/n/n now that they'd found him.

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Present Time:

Detective Peter Sheridan was sat in the observation room where Dean was being held, handcuffed to the table as Ballard enters. Unbeknownst to Dean who couldn't see them through the one-way mirror, "You getting anywhere with him?" Ballard asks Sheridan as she closes the door, taking a seat on the table.

"No. Just a lot of wise-ass remarks. You?" Sheridan responds, sipping his coffee. "Same with y/n. Girls got a mouth on her" Ballard huffs, rolling her eyes. "But their story matches Deans to the last detail." Ballard tells him, Sheridan nods, getting up from us chair. "Yeah? Well, these guys are good, I'll give them that" Sheridan comments while he picks up his jacket before opening the door for Ballard to exit first, walking behind her.

"If we don't get Sam and Y/N to flip, we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence" Ballard says in frustration as they walk through the station. "We got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands" Sheridan points out. "Juries have convicted for less" He assures her. "Yeah, but, I mean, where's the murder weapon?" Ballard asks the pending question.

"What's the motive. You talk about reasonable doubt- " She continues but Sheridan cuts her off. "Diana...do you have reasonable doubt" He says in a low husky tone, resting his thumb on her chin, caressing her bottom lip before quickly pulling his hand away when he saw a fellow officer walk in. Ballard throat goes dry, her heart thumping of of her chest. Her eyes darting to his lips,

"If we keep leaning on them, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis. I'm telling you, this Dean guy is our guy" Sheridan tells her confidently but she wasn't too sure, he rested his hand on the small of her back as they began walking again. "I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours." Ballard says softly. "Yeah, he was. He was a good friend" Sheridan nods. "Look and I know you wanna clean this mess up quick. But come on, Tony knew a lot of criminal types, maybe we just-" Ballard suggest but he cuts her off again.

"Criminal types? He was a defense lawyer for Gods sakes. Of course he knew criminal types" Sheridan scoffs. Ballard sighed, "Okay, alright. Let's get back at them" She shakes her head. "Nah, you know what? Let them stew in their juices for a bit." Sheridan suggested, as they reached a corner. He looked around making sure there was no one around.

"Come here" He beckoned her closer with the wiggle of a crooked finger and a smirk. Ballard smiled before leaning in to kiss her boyfriend, a blush prominent on her face when their lips disconnected before brushing his cheek lightly with her hand. Then turning to walk off towards her desk in the bullpen.

Meanwhile, Dean was in his holding room. His hands clasped infront of him, his eyes closed as he tried to figure out what in the flying fuck was Dana Shulps. "Dana Shulps. Dana Shulps. Dana Shulps. Dana- Dana Shulps" He chanted to himself, his mind swirling with possibilities until a thought crossed his mind.

Back in Sam and Y/N's holding room, Y/N's face was buried in her hands, her elbows pressed against the cold metal table bored out of her mind. Sam's pacing came to a stop, he then sank in the chair next to her. Taking up Ballard's pen, he began to write Dana Shulps on the Manila folder. "What are you-?" Y/N goes to ask, holting her question when she realized what he was doing.

In Dean's room, his eyes opened, "Maybe it's not a name. Maybe it's not a name" He muttered to himself, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N looked on as Sam contemplated, "Anagram maybe?" She suggested, Sams eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe." He sighs, shrugging before he began to try other ways on the folder.

Deans broken from his train of thought when the sound of someone knocking on the door startled him. The door creaked open and entered a middle aged man dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase. "Mr. Winchester?" The man questioned. "Yeah" Dean confirmed. "I'm Jeff Krause. I'm with the public defenders office" The man introduces himself kindly, locking the door behind him.

Deans eyebrows furrowed, "I'm your lawyer" Jeff smiles. Dean snorts, "Oh, thank God. I'm saved" He muttered sarcastically as Jeff took a seat. "Hey, can I, uh, steal a pen from you, some paper?" Dean asks the man casually. "Sure" Jeff nods kindly before reaching into his jacket and taking out a pen, then into his briefcase, taking out a notepad before sliding both items over to Dean.

"Well, the police haven't found a weapon yet, so that's good" Jeff begins as Dean writes 'Dana Shulps' on the paper. "But, uh, they got your prints...and literally, blood on your hands. And, with your police record...uh..." Jeff explains only to see Dean was not paying attention, still writing away on the pad. "Mr. Winchester, what are you doing?" Jeff asks him.

"I think it's an anagram" Dean responds, focused on the case. "A what?" Jeff asks confused. "An anagram. Sam letters, different words" Dean explains as he writes out possibilities on the notepad. Jeff cocks his eyebrow, beyond confused. "Uh, could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words. You know? Local names, places, anything like that?" Dean asks him, turning the notepad to him.

Jeff is taken back by this, "Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Jeff exaggerates the severity. Dean chuckles, rattling the hands that are cuffed to the table, "I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it" Dean says plainly before pointing to the notepad. "Humor me. Take a quick look" He requests Jeff who sighs, doing as Dean says. Taking a good look at the list of names.

"Well..." He scratches off three letters from one of the names. "S-U-P. I don't know about that but..." He begins as he scratches off the S-U-P in the word: Supash Land. "Ashland is a street name. It's not far from here" Jeff tells him as he turns the pad back to him. "Street?" Dean question as he tears the paper out from the pad.

Jeff gives Dean a weird look but decides to change the subject, "Let's start with where is it were the night that Anthony Giles died" Jeff began, "Can you get in to see my brother and my gi- friend" Dean asks, clearing his throat from the slight slip of tongue. "Mr. Winchester...you could be facing the death penalty here" Jeff warns him, thinking Dean didn't understand the severity of the situation.

"Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock." Dean quips looking up from the notepad. Jeff's face drops as Dean rips out a paper with something written on it, "But, if you wanna help me..." He folded the paper before handing it to Jeff. "I need you to see my brother and my friend" his tone dead serious.

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Diana Ballard was at her desk, doing up the report of Sam and Y/N's arrest on her laptop. When suddenly her laptop randomly started writing 'Dana Shulps' over and over in her report. Ballard's eyes widened, confusion setting in. She pressed her finger to the erase button, attempting to delete it but the computer wouldn't budge. When she blinked, the report went back to its original form. Ballard was utterly confused, convinced she was going mad.

Meanwhile, in Sam and Y/N's holding room, Jeff brought the note Dean left for them.

'Hilts- it's a Street. Ashland - McQueen'

The note read, Sam and Y/N shared a look when they saw the reference from the movie 'The Great Escape' in the note Dean signed. Of course the bastard would use a Movie reference. Y/N thought to herself. "I hope that was meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your cases now" Jeff said to them firmly. Sam shrugged, "Sure thing, Matlock" Y/N gestured for Jeff to take a seat. Jeff scoffed at the irony.

"You two are just perfect for each other, aren't you?" Jeff chuckled at the reference because Dean called him Matlock too. Y/N and Sam grimaced, assuming Jeff was talking about them. Internally gagging at the thought. "Gross" Sam and Y/N muttered in unison, groaning in disgust. "No, not- nevermind" Jeff goes to explain but shook his head, taking a seat.

"Now, as you two know" He began, going into his briefcase, taking out a pen before clicking it. "The DA might be interested in-" Jeff is cut off by a knock at the door. "We need you. With the other one" Ballard informs Jeff upon entrance.

Dean was still sat in the holding room, handcuffed to the table as an officer set up a video camera across from him on the other side of the table, Sheridan besides the officer. Ballard entered with Jeff Krause. "Counselor, your boy decided to confess" Sheridan informed him, his hands on his hips. Jeff's eyes widen, "Mr. Winchester. I'd advice against that strongly" Jeff leans down, pleading with Dean.

"Talk directly into the camera. Start by stating your name for the record" Sheridan instructed him as Ballard stood behind him, arms folded across her chest. Dean nodded before clasping his hands infront of his, clearing his throat before beginning. "My name is Dean Winchester" Dean starts, a light sly smirk making its way onto his handsome face.

"I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women" He smiled smugly, his mind going to y/n for a second at the last part before dropping the act. "And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did" He continued, glancing up at Ballard and Sheridan who have annoyance plastered on their faces.

"Or rather, what did. Of course, it can't be for sure because our investigation was interrupted" He smugly added before looking back into the camera. "But our working theory is that we're looking for a some kind of...vengeful spirit" His words right there and then would earn him a smack to the back of the head by y/n, if she were here and a lecture about 'Not being subtle'. But in this case, it was sorta acceptable.

Pin drop silence fell in the room, "Excuse me?" Ballard piped in, bamboozled by his words. Dean just smirked, "You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" He quipped, looking back up at Ballard with a smug smile. "Tony Giles saw it. And I'll bet you cash money, Karen did too" Deans smirk widens. "But see the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason, it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy" Dean continues. Sheridan rolls his eyes in pure frustration, turning to Ballard.

"You know, sometimes the spirits, they, uh, they get things jumbled. You remember red rum? Same concept. You know, it's, uh....could be word fragments..." Dean explains as the entire room looked at him as if he were crazy. Which, any human who didn't know about the supernatural would. "Other times..." He rests into his jacket, pulling out a paper from his pocket.

He opens it and flashes it to the camera, the paper being the one he wrote all of the possibilities from the 'Dana Shulps' clue they got from Karen and Tony's printers. "...it's anagram. See at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps" Ballard's mouth fell agape when he said that, her mind going back to the malfunction on her laptop. In utter disbelief at this.

"But now, we think it's a street, Ashland. Whatever's going on...I'm betting it started there" Dean finished, flashing the camera his classic shit-eating, panty dropping grin. "You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were too people. You're making jokes!" Sheridan growled. "I'm not joking, Ponch" Deans smile widens, Sheridan then moves around the table, leaning down to shout in Deans face.

"You murdered them in cold blood, just like that girl in St. Louis!" Sheridan shouts. Deans smile doesn't drop, instead he turns back to the camera, "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either." He chuckles. "That was a shapeshifter creature that only looked like me" Dean simply smiles. Telling the truth that sounded like utter bullshit. Sheridan snapped, "Get up!" He screams, grabbing Dean by his neck.

He spun Dean around and slams the elder Winchester into the wall as everyone in the room backs away. Pure rage on his face, "Pete, that is enough!" Ballard yells at him as Sheridan had Dean pressed against the wall, his hands gripping his shirt collar. His breath was hot and heavy with fury, "You asked for the truth" Dean shrugged nonchalantly. Sheridan huffed before loosing his grip.

"Lock his ass up" He ordered the deputy. Leaving the room with Ballard. The deputy then grabs Dean by his wrist, before turning him around, slamming him back into the wall. Deans cheek hits the cold barrier as the officer reaches behind his belt to take out the handcuffs. Dean winces lightly from the pinch of the cuffs tightening around his wrists, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

Ballard and Sheridan head on over to Sam and Y/N's holding room, only to enter a now empty room. The window shutters were broken from the inside of the two story building. "What the hell! Where are they?!" Sheridan growls, rushing over to the window, nothing but a busy street and no sign of Sam or y/n.

Ballard notices a paper on the table, she picks it up to see the note Dean wrote for Sam and Y/N. She shook her head, slightly impressed by it. "What'd they do? The fire escape's way over— What?" Sheridan begins but when he turns to see Ballard with a with the note in her hand he asks. "These three" Ballard scoffs, handing Sheridan the note. "Hilts and McQueen? What is this?" Sheridan also confused.

"Hilts is Steve McQueens character in The Great Escape" Ballard informs Sheridan, earning a huff of frustration from how these three hillbilly dressed, country folk could possibly outsmart a station filled with officers. Much-less, him. His ego was deflating by the second.

Ballard entered the bathroom, attempting to turn on the light switch but it just sparked, the room staying dark. She groaned in frustration before walking over to the faucet. She reached down to turn it on but water started spewing out without her touching it. Her mouth fell agape as the water steamed up and all the other faucets besides her started spewing hot water.

Ballard's gaze turns to the fogged mirror in-front of her, the squeaking of a finger pressed up against the fogged glass, writing in 'Dana Shulps' in all capital letters. There was no one in the bathroom besides Ballard, her heart was thumping out of her chest. She quickly wiped away the words on the mirror, only to be met with the same pale, dark red eyes women staring right at her.

Ballard gasps fearfully, turning around to confirm there was the woman behind her. The ghost tries to speak to her but the slit in her throat made it difficult as the woman desperately attempted to communicate with Ballard but blood spewed out of the gash on her throat. Leaving her terrified and speechless.

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Ballard opens the door to Deans holding room, her stoic eyes meeting Deans bored expression. Locking the door behind her, "Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired" Dean groans, rubbing his forehead with his pointer and ring finger. "It's been a long day, you know? With your partner assaulting me and all" He snarks. "I wanna know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." Ballard says, trying to ease her heavy breathing.

"Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up" Dean sassed while rubbing his sore wrists. Ballard made her way to the other side of the table across room Dean., "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane" She began, taking a deep breath as Dean pumped his eyebrows smugly. "What would one of these things be going here?" She asks. "A vengeful spirit?" Dean asks knowing the answer.

Ballard does give him one so he just nods, "Well they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt them" Dean explains. "And, uh, these....spirits. They're capable of killing people?" Ballard asks, rubbing the back of her neck. The same spot Karen Giles was slashed on.

Dean smirks at her hesitation but it quickly drops when his eyes land on her wrists, purple grip marks around them, identical to the ones on Karen's wrists. "Where did you get that?" He asks Ballard. She gasps, taking her hand off from her neck, pulling up her sleeve lightly. "I don't know. It wasn't there before" She tells in a shaken tone. Realization dawns on Dean, "You've seen it, haven't you?" He asks Ballard in a knowing tone.

Her eyes widen, "The spirit" He adds. "How did you know?" Ballard gasps. "Because Karen had the same bruised on her wrists. I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos, he's got them too. It's got something to do with this spirit. I don't know what" Dean informs her as she shook with disbelief. Ballard turnt to the mirror in the room, her face flushed with contempt.

She's convinced she's going insane, bonkers, mad. All the names in the book. She was telling herself she's no better than Dean. "I know. You think you're going crazy" Dean voices her thoughts. "But let's skip that part, shall we?" He snarks. "Because the last two people who saw this thing died pretty soon after. You hear me?" Dean says to her firmly. Ballard turns back to face Dean. "You gonna I'm gonna die" Ballard mumbles.

Dean nods as if it's obvious, "You need to go to Sam and Y/N. They'll help" Dean assures her. "You're giving your brother and your girlfriend up?" Ballard blinks, taken back by how serious this much be is Dean was willing to fold. He puts up a finger, "1. She's not my girlfriend." Dean states. "2. Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford and/or Beth Davenport. It's how we all find each other when we're separated" Dean instructs her.

"And you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life" He says firmly.

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Sam and Y/N were back in their motel room, Sam was sat at the table, in front of his laptop, sifting through the stack of crime scene photos while Y/N paced the room nervously. Her fingers trembled slightly each time she brought it to her lips, taking a deep drag before exhaling a plume of smoke. The ash from the burning end falls to the ground, so engulfed in her own thoughts of Dean behind those bars, worried beyond words from the dictionary could describe.

She was on her sixth cigarette since they've gotten back, the second she lit the third one, she earned a concerned look from her best friend. "He'll be fine, y/n/n. He's Dean" Sam assures her gently, tapping the bottom of the papers on the table. "That's exactly what I'm worried about" She sighs, shaking her head. Sam also sighs, knowing where she's getting at. Dean may be strong but the bastard's got a smart mouth they gets him in trouble 99% of the time.

He's already being held for murder, she had every right to be worried. A knocking at the door startles both of them. The two hunters shared a look while y/n felt a joy in her heart, assuming it was Dean she rushed over to open it. Her heart only sank when she twisted the doorknob, pulling it open, revealing it to be none other than Detective Ballard.

Sam shot up from his chair as y/n gulps visibly, but Ballards expression told them that she wasn't there to detain them.

Ballard explained to them what happened, showing Sam and y/n her wrist. The two eyes widen as y/n gently takes Ballard's hands in hers. "May I?" She asks for consent. Ballard nods as y/n examines her wrists. "These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asks her. Ballard nods, "Yeah, I-I guess" She stutters. "Alright hun. You're gonna have to tell us exactly what you saw. Can you do that?" Y/N says gently.

Ballard takes a shallow breath before nodding, "You know, I must be losing my mind" She shakes her head, stepping away from the two. "You're fugitives. I should be arresting y'all." She stresses. Sam and Y/N share an exasperated look, "Alright, well. You know what? You can arrest us later, alright? After you live through this." Y/N sasses. "But right now, you gotta talk to us. Okay?" Sam adds calmly, taking on the chair he was on earlier.

Ballard hesitantly, tears in her eyes but nods obliging. "Okay, great. Now, the spirit, what did it look like?" Y/N asks, leaning against the table, arms crossed over her chest. "She was uh...really pale. And her throat was cut. And her eyes, they were like this deep dark red." Ballard explains as the two nod and listen intently. "It appeared like she was trying to talk to me, but she couldn't" Ballard's breath quickens.

"It was just a lot of blood" She exaggerates, clearly shaken from the experience. She takes a seat on the bed across from them. Sam and Y/N share a look before Sam turns to his laptop, "You know what? Here, I've been researching every girl who's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Sam tells her, gathering the crime scene photos. She gets up and moves over to the table they were at, freezing upon seeing what they had in their possession.

"How did you get those? Those are from crime scene and booking photos" Ballard firmly asks. Smirks crept onto Sam and Y/N's faces. "You have you job. We got ours" Y/N sasses with a nonchalant shrug. Sam agrees from handing Ballard the photos, "Here, I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone" Sam instructs her. She flashes him a glare before taking them and settling on the bed.

She goes through the photos, shaking her head with each one until landing on a very familiar mugshot of a woman, her heart dropped when she instantly recognized the woman. "This is her. I'm sure of it." She says confidently as she hands y/n the photo. Sam peered over y/n's shoulder to get a proper look, "Claire Becket, 28 years old. Disappeared about eight or nine months ago" Y/N reads off from the mugshot.

Sam begins to type her name into the police database to get an information on her, "But I don't even know her. Why would she come after me?" Ballard asks confused, "Well, before her death. She was arrested twice for dealing heroin" Sam informs her. "You ever work narcotics?" Y/N asks Ballard. "Yeah. Pete and I did. Before Homicide" Ballard nods, Sam holds up the picture of Claire Beckett.

"You ever bust her?" He asks. "Not that I remember" Ballard shakes her head. Sam and Y/N sighed, as he read the report. "It says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything" Sam reads off from the report before handing y/n the photo again. "Guess we gotta go check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body" Y/N mumbles.

Sam nods in agreement before getting up, "What?" Ballard huffs as Y/N hands Sam his jacket, "Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her to rest" Sam explains to Ballard who's eyes are wide. "Of course it is" Ballard mutters, earning a amused chuckles from the two hunters.

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Sirens in the empty street wailed from the distance on 2911 Ashland Street. Sam, Y/N and Ballard were canvassing the building, armed with flashlights and their trusty firearms. Dean's army green duffel was slung over Y/N's shoulder. Packed filled with salt, accelerant, lighters, matches and basically anything to take down any known monster or spirit.

The room was not only dark was filled with metal shelves with tons of junk on them. Clearly abandoned, "So what exactly are we looking for?" Ballard asks. "We'll let you know when we find it" Sam remarks in a low tone. Y/N could feel the heaviness in the place, it was light a weight was crushing her chest. "She's here alright" Y/N tells Sam in a low tone, making sure Ballard doesn't hear at risk of scaring her.

Sam nods in response as y/n shines her light on a staircase. The two share a look before making their way over to the creaky stairs. Sam went first and y/n followed behind as Ballard stayed downstairs. She continued to search the room, her heart beating out of her chest when she heard a clattering object across the room.

She scanned the place but froze in fear, a loud gasp left her throat when Claire's spirit came into view. She disapparated and apparated again infront of Ballard in a flash, attempting to speak again but she choked on her blood. "Sam! Y/N!" Ballard calls out for them fearfully as Claire reaches out to her, she backs away shaking with fear as Sam and Y/N came rushing down the stairs. "Sam! Y/N!"

"Hey! We're here, what is it?? What happened?" Sam asks her out of breath from running. "Claire" Ballard gasps out shaken. "Where?" Y/N asks, flashing her light around the room. "She was here" Ballard breathes heavily. "Did she attack you?" Sam asks, scanning her body for any marks. "No. No, she was just, like reaching out to me" Ballard shakes her head. "She was over there by the window" She points out.

Ballard moves closer to the window that was blocked by the shelf. "Hey. Help me move this" She asks Sam and y/n. They nod as they help her move the large shelf. Ballard's eyes widen in recognition when she sees a back to front printed in word on the window, her mouth agape. "Our little mystery word" She mutters, pained. Sam and Y/N look over at her confused until realization dawns on them.

They turn to see the words on the window that was hit directly from the light, shining through onto the wall behind them. Spelling 'Ashland Sup'. Y/N's mouth fell agape along with Sam's, "Now the extra letters make sense" She mutters, sharing a look with Sam. Y/N reaches forward slowly, stepping forward to the wall. Her arm stretched out. "What is she doing?" Ballard asks. "Checking to see if she can sense the spirit" Sam informs Ballard.

"She can do that? How?" Ballard asks confused. "Uh...we'll explain after" Sam smiles sheepishly. Y/N's hand presses against the wall, she gasps loudly when the weight on her chest pressed in deeper, rush of energy running through the palm of her hands, reaching the soles of her feet. It wasn't like anything she'd felt before, something wasn't adding up but something was in that wall, she knew that for sure.

"There's something in there. There has to be" Y/N tells them, quickly taking her hand off the wall. Sam then fishes out his EMF meter from his jacket upon y/n's reaction. Powering it on, "What is that?" Ballard asks. "Well, spirits and certain remains give off electro magnetic frequencies. It's basically a device of what y/n has built into her head" Sam explains, with a shrug.

"Gee, thanks Sammy" Y/N mutters sarcastically, rolling her eyes, earning a cheeky smile from Sam. "So if Claire's body was here. Y/N and that EMF meter could indicate that?" Ballard asks. "Yeah, well that's the theory" Sam nods. He then inches the EMF meter closer to the wall, it instantly goes insane, lighting up bright red. Ballard's eyes widen.

Y/N tosses Deans duffel on the floor before digging out a hatchet and a rocksalt gun. The two begin to hammer into the wall with their weapons, drawing them back at least a half dozen times before finally busting through the bricked all. Y/N turns on her flashlight and shines it into the opening they made. "Yeah, yeah. There's definitely something in there" Y/N confirms as Ballard's breathing quickened.

"You know, this is bothering me" Sam grumbles as he and y/n use their elbows to finish breaking apart the wall. "Well, you guys are digging up a corpse" Ballard points out. "No, not that. That's pretty par from the course, actually" Y/N chuckles. "Then what?" Ballard asks curiously. "It's just...I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted. So why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains?" Sam thinks out loud.

Y/N didn't think about that prior, "You've got a point. It doesn't make any sense" She agrees as they bang their elbows into the wall. It finally gave and broke inwards. Both grunting heavily as they pulled out the large blanket with ropes tying it closed on either side, it seemed to have a human corpse wrapped in it. Y/N felt her chest grow heavier as they held it, the exact feeling she got when she touched that wall was soaring through her.

Sam and Y/N grunted as they gently placed it on the ground, Y/N then pulls out her new butterfly knife Dean bought for her from her combat boots. Flicking it open, she begins to cut away at the rope. Sam then unwraps the blanket after she does this, revealing the skeletal remains of Claire Beckett. The blonde hair was a dead giveaway that this was the spirit remains they were looking for.

Their hearts dropped painfully, feeling pity for the poor woman. Ballard held up her wrists when she saw that Claire had ropes tied around her wrists. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours" Y/N says, realizing the same thing as Ballard. What caught her eyes was an extremely familiar necklace that was around Claire's neck, Ballard took it between her fingers examining it.

Her mouth fell agape once again, tears pricking at her eyes. Sam and Y/N noticed this, "That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asks as Ballard glared at the necklace, feeling utterly and completely betrayed. "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson Street" Ballard tells them, taking a deep breath as they take a look at the unique pendant. Sam and Y/N looked at her confused as to why Ballard knew that.

She then reached into her blouse to pull out an identical pendant, "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me" Ballard informs them. It was their turn to go agape, both their jaws on the ground. Y/N gets up from the ground, "Now this all makes perfect sense. As to why the aura didn't feel the same compared to actual vengeful spirits" Y/N says in realization as Sam gets up. "I'm sorry?" Ballard shakes her head confused.

"Yeah, you see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit. She's a death omen" Sam tells her. "Excuse me?" Ballard questions baffled, getting up from the ground also. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them" Y/N explains to Ballard. "You see, sometime spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want Justice. Which is why she led up here in the first place. She wants up to know who her killer is" Sam adds as Ballard paces the room, her hands on her hips.

Ballard gets where the two hunters are hinting at, her face dropping at the assumption, "No offense detective, but how much do you know about your partner?" Y/N asks respectfully. "Oh, my god" Ballard gasps, thought crossing her mind. "What?" Sam and Y/N ask in unison. "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously, it was a cop but we never found out who did it" Ballard explains to them, taking a step forward.

Their eyebrows furrowed until they put the pieces together, "But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." Ballard adds. "Somebody like a heroin dealer" Sam chimes in. Ballard turns to them, "Somebody like Claire" Y/N injects, the three sharing a look. A striking pain coursed through y/n's head out of the sudden, it shot from one temple to the other.

She screamed, falling to her knees. "Y/n/n?! What's wrong?!" Sam gasped, dropping besides her, trying to hold her up. Ballard is taken back by this when she sees Y/N's eyes glass over to a full white, realization dawns on Sam about what is happening. "What is happening?" She asks Sams panicked, "She's having a vision." Sam tells her.

"A what?!" Ballard yells as y/n holds her head, screaming. "Lady, you just saw a ghost. Is it that hard to believe that she's psychic?!" Sam snaps, cradling his best friend in his arms who's still screaming in pain, praying for it to be over soon.

"Pee break? So soon? You know, you might wanna get your prostate checked" Dean quips up, Sheridan rolls his eyes before turning the vehicle off and getting out. "Son of a bitch" Dean muttered to himself after Sheridan got out, his funny act dropping.

Sheridan then opens the back of the truck, "Hey, I'm cool in the van. You go do what you gotta do-" Dean quips again but Sheridan cuts him off by grabbing him roughly and pulling him out of the truck, tossing him into the ground like trash. "You're a cocky son of a bitch" Sheridan smirked as Dean glared at him from the ground.

"You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling?" Sheridan snorts. "Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die, trying to escape." Sheridan smirks before unclipping his gun from his holster. "Wait, wait!" Dean shouts pleadingly, putting his hands up in surrender as Sheridan's smirk rises.

"Let's talk about this. You don't wanna do something you're gonna regret" Dean tries to reason. Sheridan turns off the safety, "Or maybe you do" Dean mumbles shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. Sheridan pressed the trigger. The bullet went through through the middle of Deans forehead and out the back of his head from the short distance of the shot.

Dean Winchester dropped dead to the floor of the dark woods, a proud smirk on the detectives face who just murdered a man in cold blood. He dusted his hands before making a lap around Deans corpse before making his way back to the van, whistling as he strolled casually. He restarted the ignition, getting ready to call in to make his fake claim and a sick thought crossed his mind.

He put the van in reverse before he rode the van over Dean's corpse, the sick sound Winchester's bones crushing and blood from his body soaking into the ground as he rolled over him slowly, just for good measure.

Y/N gasped loudly, tears pricking at her eyes when she finally came to. She opens her eyes to see Ballard kneeling infront of her and Sam cradling her. "No! NOOOOO!!" Y/N bellows, her scream sent waves through the room, the building shook from top to bottom as if it were an earthquake. "What happened? What did you see?" Sam asks her concerned. Ballard was shaken from what she just witnessed. If not, more shaken from this than the death omen.

Y/N shot up from the ground, "That bastard is gonna kill, Dean. We need to go. Now!" She instructs them, hysterical with tears, her heart pained inside out from what she just saw. Sam's heart dropped, following her order.

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Meanwhile, Dean was being held in the back of a prisoner transport vehicle, driven by the now-revealed-to-be-crooked cop, Detective Peter Sheridan. "So I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh?" Dean quips from the back through the little gritted window, Sheridan doesn't answer, "And you just decided to transfer me yourself, 800 miles at 2 in the morning?" He adds suspiciously.

Sheridan doesn't answer once more, the air in the vehicle was tense. "This can't be good" Dean mumbles.

Sam, Y/N and Ballard were in the squad car, both Sam and Y/N in the back as Ballard made a phone call. "Alright, thanks" She said into the phone before hanging up. "What is it?" Sam asks nervously. "Pete just left the precinct. With Dean" She tells them. "What?!" They both exclaim. "He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio" Ballard adds.

"Oh god. Oh god" Y/N's breathing quickens, her heart racing as the vision played over and over in her head. She placed her hand over her mouth, bouncing her knee as her nerves rose by the second. "Radio? He took a county vehicle?" Sam asks, trying to remain calm. "Yeah" Ballard nods. "Well then it should have a LoJack. You just gotta get it turned on" Sam tells her, a bit of hope rising in their chests.

Back to Dean and Sheridan, the detective took a detour into a empty stretch, parking the vehicle. "Pee break? So soon? You know, you might wanna get your prostate checked" Dean quips up, Sheridan rolls his eyes before turning the vehicle off and getting out. "Son of a bitch" Dean muttered to himself after Sheridan got out, his funny act dropping.

"Let's talk about this. You don't wanna do something you're gonna regret" Dean tries to reason. Sheridan turns off the safety, "Or maybe you do" Dean mumbles shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. "Pete!" Ballard shouted from the distance, aiming her hun at her partner. They made it just in the nick of time, Dean breathed out in relief when he saw his family.

Y/N did too when she saw Dean was still alive, "Diana?!" Sheridan yelled when he saw his partner, aiming his gun at the two younger hunters instead. "How'd you find me?" He asks, re-aiming his gun at Dean who looks nervously between the two cops. "I know about Claire" Ballard glares at him. "I don't know what you're talking about" Sheridan denied. "Why are you doing this?" Ballard asks calmly.

"I didn't do anything, Diana" Sheridan lies. "It's a little late for that, Peter" Ballard huffs, "It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice" Sheridan lamely defended, earning an eyeroll from Y/N as Sam gulped fearfully. "And Tony? Karen?" Ballard presses. "Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money. Then he got skittish and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything" Sheridan confesses.

"It was a mess. I had to clean it up. I just panicked." He stresses. "How many more people are gonna die over this?" Ballard asks, "There's a way out. This Dean kids a fucking gift. We can pin the whole thing on him. Okay? No trial, nothing, just one more dead scumbag" Sheridan says enticingly. Y/N's blood boiled when he called Dream a scumbag. "Hey!" Dean gasped offended, Sheridan cocks his gun as him again.

Putting his hands up in surrender, "Put the gun down you murderous son of a bitch!" Y/N finally snapped, enraged. "Nah, I don't think so. I'm sure you're fast, sexy. But I'm pretty sure I'm faster" Sheridan smirked. Y/N's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowed at him. "You wanna bet asshole!?" She growled, taking a step forward. Her eyes glasses over white once again, then with a tilt of her head.

She sent him barreling into the van, flying through the air. Sheridan landed back first into the side of the van, grunting as Sam rushed over to unchain his brother along with Y/N. "Please, Diana. I still love you" Sheridan pleaded with Ballard. She inches towards him, "Yeah, why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass!" Ballard yells. But Sheridan tackles her to the floor, rushing to pick up his gun.

Y/N attempted to summon it to her hands but Sheridan picked it up, gripping it tightly. "I don't know what you are you freak! But this ends here!" Sheridan yells. Moving over to shoot Ballard, his gun always already aimed at her but all of their eyes widen when they saw Claire's spirit behind Sheridan. Claire moaned, growling at Sheridan almost animalistic.

He couldn't believe his eyes. First Y/N l sent him off his ass without allaying a finger on him and now he was seeing the spirit of his ex lover who he murdered in cold blood. A shot went ringing out through the woods, a hole peering in Sheridan chest. It was revealed that Ballard was the one who shot him from behind.

The sun had come up and Ballard was kneeled besides the corpse of her former lover, "You doing alright, hun?" Y/N asks her as she made her way over to them. "Not really" Ballard responded honestly. "The death omen, Claire. What happens to her now?" Ballard asks. "It should be over. She should be at rest" Sam informs her. "So, uh, what now officer?" Dean asks her, pumping his eyebrows.

"Pete did confess to me, he screwed up all of your cases royally. I'd say there's a good chance that we can get your cases dismissed" She tells them. "You could take care of that for us?" Sam sighs in relief. "I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story" Ballard shakes her head. "I-I can't help you" She sighs as the three panicked, worried.

"Unless....I just happened to turn my back and you walked away. I could tell them the suspects escaped" Ballard smirks. Dean and Y/N chuckled, "Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks hesitantly. "Yes, she's sure Sam" Dean chimes in. "No, it's just you could lose your job over something like that" Sam says warily as Dean and Y/N shakes their heads.

"The nice lady is giving us an out, Sam. When someone does that, you take it" Y/N nudges him. Ballard chuckles, "Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night" Ballard assures them. "Listen, you need to watch your backs. They're gonna be looking for the three of you now. Get out of here, I gotta radio this in" She ushers them out.

She goes to turn away but Dean stops her, "Uh, hey. Wouldn't happen to know where my car is by chance?" She tells him. Dean nods, a mischievous look on his face but Ballard points a firm finger at him, "Don't even think about it" She narrows her eyes at him, his face dropping. "It's okay, it's alright. Don't worry, we'll, uh, we'll just improvise, we're pretty good at that" Sam chuckles, assuring her as Y/N snorts from the way Dean cutely pouted.

"Yeah, I've noticed" Ballard sasses ironically, flashing y/n a wink. They all share one last smile before the three hunters turn to walk off. "Nice lady" Sam remarks. "Yeah, for a cop. Does she look familiar to you?" Dean asks them. Y/N shrugged while Sam shook his head, "No, why?" Sam questioned. "I don't know. Anyway, you two hungry?" Dean asks. "No" Sam responded.

"I am. I don't know man, for some reason I could really go for some pea soup right now" Y/N chimed in, earning a chuckle from Dean. "Someone's watching too much late night motel horror marathons" He chuckles, nudging her slightly. She smiled back, a glint of sadness in her eyes.

"You alright, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Dean asks her gently and concerned, noticing the look in her eyes. "Nothing" She smiles tightly, shaking her head, her heart aching as she thought about the vision from earlier she had of Dean being brutally murdered. "I'm just glad you're okay" She wraps her arm around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder as they walked.

Dean felt his mouth pull into a lop-sided grin after hearing her words, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walked together. He'd be lying if he'd said he didn't enjoy having her cling to him. He knew something was up. He could tell in the tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, how she avoided meeting his gaze...

Sam watches the two with a knowing look on his face from a few steps back. A soft smile on the younger Winchesters face, he knew that vision probably fucked with y/n beyond explanation, having had a vision of Dean dying himself which he shared with her last year when they met Max Miller. Y/N didn't even want to describe what happened in it, but he saw how much it terrified her.

Dean decided not to press, not wanting to push her talk about anything she wasn't comfortable with just yet. She'd tell him eventually, whenever she was ready. He was just grateful that y/n was leaning against him as they walked. His heart pace quickening along with hers. For a moment, walking back to the impound lot seemed less of a chore as Dean soaked in the feeling of having her against him like this.

He turned to look down at her, unable to stop himself from getting lost in her features. He studied the way the sunlight hit her face, her lashes casting a shadow on her cheeks, how her lips parted softly as she drew in a breath. As his gaze fell to her lips, he felt the urge to lean in, to capture her lips in his and lose himself in the feeling of her. He drew in a breath, tearing his attention away from her lips before he could do something he'd regret.

Plus, his brother was right behind them.

Y/N's heart seemed to skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she lifted her head to find herself under the scrutiny of his gaze. He was looking at her with such intensity, like she was the only thing on his mind in the moment. Her cheeks flushed warmly under his stare.

God, get it together. She groaned internally.

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes, taking in the sight of the two as he walked behind them. He noticed the tender moment, watching from behind as his brother's eyes remained fixated on her. There was no doubt, the two clearly had feelings for one another. But neither had the courage to admit the truth.

The two of them were so painfully oblivious to their feelings. He just wanted to smack the pair of them in the back of their heads, tell them to knock some sense into themselves and just tell each other how they felt!

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Authors Note: Hiii!! So.......I did a thing....👀. I made a TikTok (which is something I promised myself I wouldn't do but I was like screw it. YOLO) As the series goes along, I'm gonna be posting memes as a way to calm down when the trio is pissing me off😂😂😂

It's funny because I started writing this as an escape from reality (which I love, don't get me wrong. It brings me SO much joy) and now I'm posting memes of them to escape their FUCKING OBLIVIOUS IDICOY🤦🏽‍♀️

If you're into it, go follow me @diana.winchester03 (@dianawinchester03 was TAKEN and I wanted to fight a bitch but such as life sigh)

It was also really weird writing about a character with the same name as me😂😂😂the amount times I accidentally typed ‘Diana’ instead of Y/N was embarrassing😭😭😭So I just called her Ballard through the story.

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one night only

eddie roundtree x dunne!reader

synopsis: your entire adolescence was being in love with eddie, and now as an adult you have to learn that love is a cruel thing

a/n: i got carried away writing this so it’s way more than just an eddie fic? it’s very angsty and very much not your happy ending, at least with eddie because he’s an ass in this

you practically screamed as you and camila fell into the van that held your two brothers and their band mates.

you had fallen into eddie’s lap, his face soft surprise as he helped you up. “boys.” you greeted your brothers who’s surprise overtook their features.

y/n dunne: our parents weren’t so happy to be having their teenage daughter on the road with a bunch of guys. but it helped that two of them were her overly protective brothers.

billy dunne: was i concerned? not as much as i should’ve been. i was sort of focused on camila.

graham dunne: i guess you could say that i took responsibility of her. she wasn’t quite the kid anymore but she still had a lot to learn about life.

you had decided to take on the challenge on managing the band. so far, getting gigs wasn’t getting any easier and the band was only getting worse. but at the end of the day, there was always someone who put a smile on your face.

you had gone out back to smoke, hoping that it would clear your mind, but instead you found the bane of your existence and the main reason you even left town.

“eddie.” you didn’t expect to see him out there but there he was, in his shining nighttime glory.

“hey y/n,” the sound of a chair being dragged over dirt and sand was heard and in front of you, “have a seat.”

you sat down and watched eddie take out another cigarette from his pack and hand it to you. you took it gratefully and waited for him to light it.

as the lighter flickered in his hand, you leaned forward with the stick in your mouth. silently you waited, and eddie lit it, but you held burning eye contact with him, before inhaling and smiling at him.

silence met the action and you flicked the cigarette, “i managed to get us a good gig, no weddings this time.” you promised and eddie laughed, “are you sure? cus the last gig-“

“was a bust. but i’m learning as i go, same as you guys.” you defended yourself and eddie laughed, “good girl.” he encouraged you, but all it did was leave you with a hunger.

y/n dunne: i could’ve died with eddie roundtree i love you written on my forehead and he wouldn’t take the hint.

karen sirko: everyone but eddie knew it.

you didn’t know what had come over you. one moment, you were in your room trying to get some sleep after a long day of arguing with club owners on the phone to drinking until the sun came up with the band.

y/n dunne: i wanted his attention. took me years to admit why i did what i did that night.

your hands were entangled in the fabric of his shirt. the man dancing against you was nameless to you, just a man you couldn’t resist the feeling to push up on. you had looked around to find eddie but he was long gone.

disappointed filled your head and you felt like you wanted to cry, but that was the alcohol already taking over. the man you danced with noticed the drop in mood and grabbed your waist pulling you in, “wanna get out of here?” his gruff voice whispered in your ear and as you looked around once more, you had agreed, feeling him pick you up.

billy dunne: she didn’t come home for two weeks, and when she did, it was with a marriage license and a raging coke addiction.

y/n dunne: i like to call it my daisy jones days.

graham dunne: i guess after dealing with your sister like that, you learn a thing or two for whoever’s next.

you dragged your bags to the door and knocked loudly. the weight of the bracelets on your hand made for an even noisier knock. after a few more moments knocking, the doors finally opened, eddie standing on the other end.

y/n dunne: i had hoped that i wouldn’t have to see him so straight off the bat. but i guess things happen for a reason.

he was shocked, plain and terrible shock was on his face as he stepped out of the way to let you in, “y/n! where have you been?! we have all be worried sick.” it was a rushed embrace as he hugged you and you quickly pulled away. you ignored his question and instead changed the subject, “where are my brothers? are they home?”

y/n dunne: it was seven in the morning, of course they were. i just couldn’t do it. i couldn’t talk to him like nothing, even if he didn’t know that i loved him, i did.

the sound of more bags being dragged into the house tore eddie’s attention away from you. as you left to wander the house, eddie was left to greet your new husband.

y/n dunne: i had left them alone intentionally. kit wouldn’t like eddie, and i knew eddie wouldn’t like kit.

karen sirko: a little diabolical i would say.

warren rojas: lady killer.

kit stuck his hand out to eddie and smiled tightly, “christopher blackwell. but you can call me kit.” eddie shook his hand, a silence overtaking them.

eddie roundtree: y/n had brought home a greek god. i mean, he had to duck under door frames, he was so ripped you could see the muscles under his shirts, his hair was tossled impossibly good…

karen sirko: i was so jealous. he was practically etched in stone.

graham dunne: i was pissed.

shouting heard distantly had filled the awkward silence between the two of them. eddie turned to look at the incoming figures from the hallway, “i’m here now, billy! i refuse to believe you even noticed i was gone!”

billy dunne: sad thing was she was right. graham had told me a week later.

billy was already readying another argument when eddie stood up from his seat and cleared his throat. “billy, have you met kit, your sisters husband?”

eddie roundtree: billy was pink for the rest of the day. i had never seen him so mad.

graham dunne: it was definitely a day to remember.

billy dunne: that day she came home with him was the day i got my first gray hair.

you grabbed kit’s hand after billy’s outburst, “let’s go? i’ve got a friend who’s got a place for us to stay at.”

your husband nodded, “should i load the car up again?” you nodded quietly, clearly upset over billy and having to see eddie, you needed to be free of this house, at least for a little while.

as kit began to load the bags up again, you ventured down the hall to your bedroom, grabbing all the remaining belongings and stuffing them into bags you found all over your room.

as you turned to leave, giving the room one last look, you nearly fell over at seeing eddie, “how long you’ve been standing there?”

eddie shrugged, “long enough to get ask if you’re sure about what you’re doing?”

you laughed, “really, roundtree?”

eddie raised his eyebrow, “what?”

you shook your head, “you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to have an opinion on how i live my life, because u like you, i’m living it for me, not my bandmate’s girlfriend!”

karen sirko: having to hear that argument while you’re ‘sleeping’ in your bed was rough.

camila dunne: i didn’t even know she had come back, only saw the back of her dramatic escape.

silence filled the space, eddie because of pure shock and yours because of regret. but it was too late now. you pushed past him, dragging the bags full of your belongings, you didn’t even say goodbye to your brothers as you threw yourself into the car, kit’s foot already slamming the gas as the two of you disappeared.

graham dunne: that day still haunts me. there’s so much that i wished i could’ve done differently. but we were different people back then, and we had other priorities.

billy dunne: i was hard on her because i knew her, i knew that this was a life lesson she needed to learn.

it had been months since you’ve seen the band. you had heard their song on the radio and fought the urge to call them. you wanted to, congratulate them on the feat they achieved without you. but the way you left things always had you hanging the phone up.

y/n dunne: i didn’t know who i was. i suppose i never really did. i was so lost during those days.

kit blackwell: the drugs were killing her. i would come home to her passed out in the bathtub, the lines next to her on the toilet seat.

the final cry for help was when he couldn’t wake you up. the water wasn’t working, and slapping you awake wasn’t either. taking the chance, he grabbed you, tossing you into the car before speeding away for the hospital.

y/n dunne: he saved my life that day. he wasn’t even supposed to be home and he found me..

kit blackwell: i knew something wasn’t right. one of those days it would happen, and that day it did.

the band had to find out about your overdose from your husband, who had hesitated to even contact them.

graham’s knuckles were white as he hung the phone up, the rest of the band looking at him with raised eyebrows, “what happened?”

graham shook his head, using a hand to cover his mouth, he paused before speaking, “y/n overdosed. she’s being discharged into rehab today. kit just called.”

eddie roundtree: was i mad? of course i was. but i was even more mad because i never knew she had been doing drugs in the first place.

the recovery had been slow and hard. everyday was hard and your temper had worsened. your husband took most of the hits, constantly arguing with you, until you’d apologize and tell him what was really bothering you.

“i’m sorry.” you’d finally break, tears welling as he opened his arms, always ready to receive you.

kit would hug you tightly, kiss you and nod that it was okay, because to him this was sickness and in health.

y/n dunne: i was an awful wife. i didn’t know how to cook, i couldn’t clean very well..

kit blackwell: she was perfect. i didn’t care of her faults, because to me she was perfect.

more months passed and you had finally reached out. kit had begged you to, knowing it would help your final stage of recovery by reconciling with the people you had hurt.

so there you were, outside their doorstep with another secret.

y/n dunne: i guess being dramatic has become my thing over the years.

kit blackwell: i didn’t want to send her over alone. but i guess she wasn’t really alone.

you could see your bellybutton stick out from under the dress. you rubbed a hand down your belly as the door opened.

karen greeted you, a wide smile on her face as she pulled you in for a hug. she hadn’t even noticed the protruding belly that when she bumped against it, she had let out a gasp.

“oh my god!” she was practically jumping off the walls as she realized.

karen sirko: i had never been happier for someone. she was clean, she was healthy, color in her skin, i mean what more could we have asked for?

y/n dunne: i was around twenty or so weeks but i was showing by twelve weeks, so i looked farther along than i was.

billy and graham had mixed reactions. they were your big brothers, how could they not be upset? but slowly, after a long talk with them, they had come around.

“just picture it. uncle graham.” you had nudged your brother and he smiled, “i guess it’s not that bad.” he leaned down to your belly, “uncle graham here..”

you laughed and pushed him away gently, “graham!” and graham erupted into a laughing fit that had you and the rest of the band laughing as well.

billy dunne: to be honest i wasn’t happy. i didn’t think she was ready, but i wasn’t either when camila told me about the baby just a few weeks later.

y/n dunne: he called me to apologize for things he didn’t even say. i accepted it because it’s billy, hardly does he ever apologize.

eddie’s reaction was almost like a silent horror. your absence has filled him with an unknown feeling. he couldn’t fill it, no matter how much booze he tried or how many girls he fucked, it was still a huge aching hole.

eddie roundtree: i was blinded by camila. i didn’t see y/n right in front of me until it was too late. but i think in the back of my mind i always knew.

warren rojas: it was obvious. i’ve seen it all from the beginning anyway but basically, y/n had been in love with eddie since we had been practicing in their garage. eddie was in love with camila for god knows how long-

y/n dunne: i had stopped loving eddie the day we fought. i couldn’t do it anymore, i wouldn’t torture myself any longer.

warren rojas: then she got married and eddie was starting to get jealous and then she got pregnant and that’s when reckless eddie came out.

eddie was like a wound up matchbox car. all he wanted to do was sit and argue all day every day. during practice was when he would antagonize billy the most.

y/n dunne: i had stopped managing them when i left. so i hardly knew what was going on because i was too busy getting ready to raise my kid. so when i get the call…

warren rojas: it was like a car crash. you couldn’t help but keep watching.

eddie’s voice was shaky as he talked, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know and now i do and all i can do is sit and watch you two be happy and have your kid. that should be my kid, i should be married to you.”

kit blackwell: i would’ve killed eddie if she hadn’t begged me not to. i knew she loved him, but her love had changed and she didn’t love him like that anymore.

y/n dunne: i would’ve hung up but he would’ve just kept calling.

you saved yourself the trouble and made kit drive you down to the house. you didn’t even bother to greet the band, making way to the back porch.

eddie was slung out over one of the chairs, a cigarette lazily hanging out his mouth and beer bottles tipped over.

he looked up at you with a wide smile, “baby..”

y/n dunne: i would’ve punched him but i was also heavily pregnant so..

kit blackwell: i did it for her.

you had left the house crying, clutching your own arms as a way to comfort yourself as you made way to the car, “kit.” you sobbed, and he got out the car quickly, “what happened?”

warren rojas: he was an asshole to her man. i had never felt so disappointed than watching and hearing what he said to her. he had practically yelled at her for not waiting for him and for marrying some other man.

graham dunne: by that point, i had actually taken a liking to kit. he cared about her, like really cared. no man would stay after what happened with her and rehab. but he was a good man.

billy dunne: i liked kit, and i didn’t like eddie. kind of a no brainer on who’s side i was on.

karen sirko: of course i was on her side. she was my best friend, and i was the future godmother of her child.

camila dunne: i didn’t know what to believe.

eddie had hit the floor with almost no effort. he was a mess, the beer bottle spilling over with him. no one else made a move to help him, not even as kit continued to barrel through the house like a storm, did anyone move a muscle.

warren rojas: i was scared that if i moved i would get punched.

graham dunne: my sister had failed to mention that her husband had gotten into boxing so he knew what he was doing when eddie hit the floor.

kit blackwell: i was pulling my punches.

karen sirko: it was incredibly romantic.

you and your husband had sped away quickly after, still crying in the passenger seat, it had been a painful drive home.

y/n dunne: i guess i should mention that eddie and i had slept together the first month we were out there. we swore we would never tell anyone but considering we were fighting all the time, it was obvious.

warren rojas: of course i knew. i had caught them! but it was a drunk mistake, at least they said it was.

y/n dunne: it was. but he was drunk and i was stupid. i thought he loved me and that he had finally seen me for me.

eddie roundtree: it was my fault she got addicted to drugs. my rejection did that to her.

y/n dunne: he said that? oh god no, i got addicted because it was los angeles in the mid seventies.

kit blackwell: he also asked her if she was sure the baby was mine. but she didn’t tell me that until the day after because she knew what i would’ve done.

you had invited the band except eddie over to your house to meet the baby.

y/n dunne: everyone thought kit had asked for eddie not to be invited but i actually made that decision.

karen sirko: was i surprised? not really, but i was even more surprised that he had actually listened and stayed home.

warren rojas: i would’ve supported eddie except he was actually in the wrong this time so i let it go.

the baby in your arms gurgled as kit opened the door. cheers erupted as the band waltzed in, karen going to grab the little baby from your arms.

you shouted “be careful!” as she took the baby outside. graham grabbed your arm and gave you a tight hug, “baby sis, how’s your baby?”

you smiled brightly, “he’s doing good, karen took him out back.” graham nodded and made his way out back.

billy hugged you next and kissed your forehead, “god im so proud of you. i really am.”

y/n dunne: of course i noticed eddie wasn’t there. i just didn’t think he would actually listen and not show up. but was i upset he didn’t go? no. i have a happy memory of my family all together and he didn’t ruin it.

eddie knew staying back was a bad idea, especially when camila had volunteered herself to stay back with him. she was pregnant too, and eddie wondered if making all the women he loved married and pregnant with other people was a method of torture forced onto him by god.

“i should’ve gone.” eddie muttered, as camila sat down next to him.

she shook her head, “she purposefully asked for you not to come. and you wanted to go?”

eddie shrugged, “i usually do that. i think-“

“that you need to get over her? she’s married to that real life ken doll and she’s got a baby. maybe you need to do the same and move on.”

eddie roundtree: none of that was what i wanted to hear. i wanted..

warren rojas: go get her back. steal her from him and run into the hills with the baby. blah blah blah, he had that all rehearsed and memorized and i had to hear his ‘plan’ constantly.

y/n dunne: i think at that point eddie loved me more than i had ever loved him. i was happy! and i think for a moment so was eddie.

the band was taking off. their success put a smile onto your face, especially as their fan base grew. but that still didn’t stop the last phone call you ever got from eddie roundtree.

eddie roundtree: everyone had been so focused on billy and his addiction that i thought of her. i called to tell her so she could talk some sense into him, after all she knew what he struggled with but..

warren rojas: it was a shitshow. i didn’t even know you argue like that through a pay phone.

y/n dunne: there’s nothing more i wish to ever say to him.

“you know, i loved you more than i ever loved anyone? not even camila, who i’ve spent years pining over. but you! you are the light of my life, you are the air that fills my lungs. y/n please don’t do this to me..” he pleaded, his voice was shaky and his hands were white as they gripped the phone.

“i don’t care, eddie. one night, it was one night and even then, it didn’t matter. why does it now? because i’m finally happy? don’t call me anymore.”

y/n dunne: it got worse after that but it doesn’t matter anymore.

kit blackwell: he had told her that he had slept with her because she was desperate.

eddie roundtree: it was so stupid. so stupid.

kit blackwell: that comment had only made things worse.

radio silence from eddie followed. you and kit had made the collective decision to move across the country, for the better of your marriage and your son.

y/n dunne: you think i wanted to stay in california after all that? no. i wanted a fresh start with my family and i got that.

ansel blackwell: new york is my home for me and my siblings. i think it was sort of a blessing in disguise that they moved out of california.

graham dunne: having her not there was definitely hard to get used to. but she was off being happy, and that made it easier for sure.

karen sirko: i had planned to move to new york anyway, so nothing changed for me.

eddie roundtree: are we done? because i don’t have anything else to say. it’s been twenty years.

kit blackwell: best twenty years spent.

y/n dunne: my heart has never been fuller.

#daisy jones and the six #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree x y/n #daisy jones x reader #the six #eddie roundtree angst #daisy jones and the six angst #warren rojas x reader

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C.San x Fem!Reader

Wc:5.3k

Warnings: readers aunt is a complete Karen. Body shaming. Shaming in general. Self conscious reader. San is whipped. Sea sickness (no physical sickness)

Synopsis: a few days in on your vacation, and you reunite with San, who once again comes to your rescue.

Part 1 Part 3

It had been a few days and you hadn't had the chance to meet San again. Honestly, you were bored. You could only sit around a pool doing nothing for so long. Sitting in a restaurant on the seafront, your family was making conversation but you just stayed quiet, looking out at the sea.

"(Y/n)? You could try smiling." Your mother laughed a little, sipping her wine. All you did was shrug. Across the table, your aunty clicked her tongue.

"She's ungrateful. Never happy with anything." That statement began a short argument amongst your family until your father decided to cut in.

"Well, why don't you decide what we do tomorrow?" He suggested, making you perk up slightly. Whilst they were still talking, you began to think about it. What to do?

"I still don't understand why you're wearing that." Hearing your aunt talk, you stared across at her and sighed.

"Its comfy. And warm. It gets cold at night." You reasoned for still wearing Sans hoodie. It really was windy in the evenings and plus, you enjoyed wearing it. You liked how it drowned you.

"I think she's making it up. I highly doubt someone gave it to her." Again, your aunty chimed in, much to your displeasure. Staring down at your hands, you chose to zone out for now. It wasn't worth listening to. All she ever did was make passive aggressive comments. A hand landed on your shoulder, causing you to flinch and look up. When you did, you were met with Sans kind eyes gazing down at you.

"Hey." He spoke softly, smiling as your face lit up.

"Hi." You responded forgetting everyone's former comments. When your mother cleared her throat, you jumped and looked at your family.

"Oh. This is San, the guy I met at the airport." You explained, happy that they could see he was actually real. Your dad smiled, shaking his hand and saying hello. San made sure to keep one hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, so you travelled with my daughter?" Your mother asked him, eyeing him up and down. He never faltered under her intense gaze.

"Yeah, we were both travelling alone so I thought it would be better."

"And you don't mind that she stole your jacket." Your aunty butt in and you cursed at her silently for embarrassing you. San chuckled, swiftly changing his view to you before looking back at her.

"I gave it to her. I hoped she'd be wearing it." He told her calmy, almost as if he could guess there was tension between the two of you. Your aunt huffed, rolling her eyes slightly. Tilting his head down at you, San spoke again.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come meet my friends? Once you're finished here." You nod immediately, wanting to get away from a certain family member.

"Great, I'll text you our location." He gave your shoulder a slight squeeze before heading off.

"Well now I understand." Your mother smirked lightly, giving you a look you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"He's quite handsome." She continued, making you blush in embarrassment.

"She's got no chance." Everyone looked to your aunt, your father looking angry.

"I know." Frowning, you agreed before turning your head away.

"Why would you say that?" Whilst your father took it upon himself to defend you, your mother reached over and got your attention.

"Go, catch up to him. Just let us know you're safe OK?" She smiled warmly. Relieved, you thanked her and hastily made your get away.

It didn't take long for you to find San walking along the street. Running up to him, you gently touched his arm in order to alert him. Surprised, San looked down at you and instantly began smiling.

"Well, that didn't take long huh?" He chuckled, but it faded as he saw your sour expression.

"What's wrong?" San stopped walking, turning towards you fully. Avoiding eyecontact, you looked down. Wearing a loose black button down with blue ripped jeans, you thought he looked good. But then you remembered your aunts words and frowned again.

"Nothing."

"No, what happened?" Sighing, you felt yourself relax as the man placed his hands on your arms.

"Just, my Auntie said something. It's not important." Not convinced, San reached down and took hold of your hands.

"Well, let's see if we can cheer you up OK? My friends are in a bar just up ahead." Even through he dropped the left, he kept hold of your right hand and began walking with you to the bar. You moved close to his side, allowing yourself to feel better by him. San pulled you into a bar and headed up some stairs until you got onto the roof. There, it was mostly empty, apart from a couple tables. Next to the balustrade, was a low white table with two black leather couches on either side. On the left sat a tall man with a blondish buzz cut and on the right a shorter man with longer black hair. The latter perked up at the sight of San before looking shocked. He leant over and slapped the others shoulder.

"Ow, what you do that for?" The taller whined before looking over. His eyes widened a little. San stood in front of them both, turning his attention to the noirette.

"Move over there." Quickly, he scampered over next to the other man. Sitting down, San pulled you down next to him.

"(Y/n), these are my friends. The short one is wooyoung and that's mingi." He informed you, making wooyoung huff in annoyance.

"Not short."

"Yes, you are." Mingi laughed, finishing his drink. Wooyoung then countered back, starting an argument.

"Ignore them, what do you want to drink?" San leant close to you, your shoulders pressing together. Ignoring your racing heart, you looking at the menu with him before pointing at a strawberry drink. He left briskly, before you could give him any money. After turning your head, you found both men opposite staring at you.

"Oh, hi." You smiled nervously, not confident in yourself. Narrowing his eyes, wooyoung scooted forward until his knees hit the table.

"You're a witch." Your eyes darted side to side, not quite knowing what to say to that.

"Way to go woo." Mingi rubbed his face.

"Why?" You almost laughed, crossing your legs and trying to get comfortable.

"Since arriving San has been really happy." Still muddled, you shrugged.

"OK? That's good, right?" Mingi nod at you, twisting him empty glass.

"Yes. Of course. But strange. San is a really moody guy." Now you were just surprised. You would never have guessed that, San seemed lighthearted.

"But, since he got here, he's been all smiles."

"And never off his phone." Wooyoung finished for his friend. You gave the men a confused look and they shared a look between them.

"Because he's been texting you." Now understanding, you blushed a little and shook your head.

"I doubt I'm the reason for his mood." You chuckled, only to be met by their bored faces.

"You definitely are. When he told us you met at the airport, we didn't think much of it. Then we noticed he didn't bring his favourite hoodie." Quickly, you shrugged it off and folded it neatly. Mingi laughed again, watching you place it next to you.

"He gave it to you huh?"

"I was cold. I tried to give it back." You reasoned, trying to relax your flushed face. Wooyoung waved in dismissal.

"No its cute. Of course he'd give a pretty girl his jacket. Very chivalrous of him. I think he's fully whipped for you." Feeling butterflies in your stomach, you swallowed nervous before shaking your head.

"No I'm not-" You paused, not wanting to be so self deprecating in front of these people.

"He's not. Don't be silly. I was just alone and nervous. And San was just being nice. He probably feels obliged to see me. Probably just to get his jacket back." In your mind, that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Scoffing, mingi folded his arms.

"Seriously? Trust us, San isn't the type to do something he doesn't want to." For a second, you just blinked at them.

"That doesn't mean anything." With your mind fully refusing to think anything of it, Wooyoung piped up again.

"He thinks you're cute, (y/n). And you make him happy." Heat rose on your cheeks.

"No he doesn't. Plus, I've only known him a few days." Trying to laugh it off, you prayed San would come back with your drinks soon.

"Exactly. And in those few days we've sat and watched the boy grinning at his phone like an idiot." Mingi sounded so sure of it, it almost convincing you. But still, your head protested.

"He doesn't think I'm pretty." Quirking an eyebrow, Wooyoung placed down his now also empty glass.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?" Whilst he was clearly joking, you tilting your head.

"I try to avoid them." They both looked at you with a hint of sadness, but you chose to ignore that. The hair on your arms had risen with the cool wind blowing, but you didn't dare think of putting the hoodie back on. Luckily, San came back and sat beside you, putting two drinks down.

"Hey, what about us?" Wooyoung pouted, upset his drink had ran out.

"Get your own." San laughed in return, making the boys groan and make their way down to the bar.

"So, what were you talking about?" Blushing, you looked up at him a gave a tight lipped smile.

"Oh nothing. Just, nothing." He looked skeptical but dropped the subject. A wind rippled through the air, making you shiver and close in on yourself. Noticing, San scowled and twisted to face you.

"Why did you take my jacket off?" Without looking at him, you swirled your drink around lightly.

"Well it's yours. Not mine. I thought you'd want it back. I felt bad wearing it." You told him honestly, putting your glass down carefully. Shaking his head slightly, San took the hoodie and wrapped it around your form, sliding it over your arms. Deja Vu hit you from the airport.

"I dont want it back yet. I gave it to you to wear, remember? Plus, you look really cute." You almost choked, eyes going wide and cheeks tinting red. San smirked, slipping his arm around your waist and tugging you into his side.

"Warmer now?" You hummed, leaning against the male shyly. Distant gouces grew louder as mingi and wooyoung took their seats again. Wooyoung looked down, smiling to himself as he'd noticed your position.

"So, (y/n), anything interesting planned on your holiday?" Mingi asked, smiling warmly at you.

"Well actually, I have to choose something for my family to do tomorrow." Interested, San thumbed at your waist lightly whilst speaking.

"Anything in mind?" Trying to ignore his touches, you cleared your throat.

"Actually, I was thinking maybe a boat trip."

"Yes!" Wooyoung yelled unexpectedly, making everyone jump. You looked around confused. Chuckling, mingi decided to answer you.

"He's been desperate to go on a boat. Wooyoung she's going with her family. Not us." Now pouty again, wooyoung sat back disappointed. Thinking it over, you smiled a little.

"Well, you three can come along? My family won't mind." That was only half a lie, as you knew your aunt would make some comments.

"Seriously?" You reassured San that it was no problem.

"I'll book it on my way back to the villa. Then you three can meet us at the docks tomorrow." Forming the plan, everyone agreed. You even dropped your parents a text to double check. They were more than happy to have them accompany you. Wooyoung was practically bouncing in his seat, chatting about how he really wanted to swim in the caves. Perking up, you started talking about that with him, getting into a deep conversation. A sharp laugh brought you both out of your discussion, turning to mingi.

"What's so funny?" Woo asked, once again finishing his drink.

"Nothing just Sans so w-"

"Anyway. Should we go book that trip?" Before anyone could protest, San stood up, took your hand and pulled you out of the bar. This left the others scurrying after you. Linking your fingers comfortably, San let you guide then over to a small stand by the beach. He watched as you booked in for the next day, paying the lady.

"Let me walk you back?" San asked politely, complicated ignoring his friends. Shyly, you nod and grinned. He simply waved off his friends before heading off to where you were staying.

On the short walk back, he swung your hands playfully and spoke about a few of his interests. You learned he liked to game and when you brought up animal crossing, he mentioned a friend who too loved that game. Sadly, your conversation was cut short as you came to the door of your villa.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, hand reluctant leaving your own.

"Yeah, I'll text you in the morning." Pursing his lips slightly, the red-head gazed downward.

"I'll probably text you in a few minutes." You giggled at his honestly and nod approvingly.

"That's better." For a second you both stared at each other, your heart hammering behind your ribs. Sans ears slowly turned red as he took a step back.

"Goodnight then."

"Night..." Smiling shyly, you waved him off before quickly stepping inside.

After getting up and taking far too long to get ready, you made your way to the living area. You had decided to wear a simple triangle, black bikini that had thin straps and two ties around your waist. On top of that you had a dark vest and some loose demin shorts. Everyone was waiting for you, your mother smiling upon seeing you. Going to her side, you helped pack a small bag for the day then set off to the Dock. Realising you hadn't heard from San, you pulled your phone out.

You: you better be awake ☹️

San: of course I am. Wooyoung Is still half asleep though 😭 we're almost there don't worry.

You: oh you might get there before us then actually.

San: don't keep me waiting 😊

You smiled down at your phone, trying not to show how his simple text affected you.

"I'm guessing that's San?" Your dad asked, walking beside you. Blushing, you shrugged and put your phone away.

"Young love." He joked, patting your head. Your aunt scoffed, making her voice known.

"They're not in love. She's never going to see him after this holiday." Your heart sunk at what she said, the reality that she may be correct sinking in. Hearing your mother say something, you blocked it out and continued walking.

"(Y/n)! Finally! San was starting to annoy us." Wooyoung ran over, grabbing your hand and tugging on it eagerly. You giggled, allowing yourself to be dragged.

"I was not being annoying."

"You were literally moping." Mingi chuckled, turning to greet your family with Wooyoung. Rolling his eyes, San stood next to you.

"The boat is here." He told everyone, pointing behind himself. Politely, he bowed towards your parents, making sure help the onto the boat. Taking your hands, he too helped you on and sat beside you. The driver began to explain how you'd go turtle watching, swimming in the caves and enjoy a lovely ride. Wooyoung smiled widely, shaking San with excitement as the driver started the engine and began the journey. At first, everyone was talking and getting to know each other. It was all going so well. Until it wasn't and you caught your aunt giving San a funny look.

"Why have you done that?" She pointed at her hair almost aggressively. Giving her a smile, San shrugged.

"I liked the colour." She just huffed, shaking her head.

"I'll never understand it." Seeing your expression, your mother was quick to redirect your aunts attention whilst you turned to the man next to you.

"I'm sorry, please ignore everything she says." San smiled reassuringly and placed his hand on yours. You felt those butterflies return and prayed you weren't blushing.

"Dont apologise. I'm not affected." Subtly, he moved closer, turning his head as if he were looking out at the sea. When, in reality he was whispering into your ear.

"Is that why you looked upset earlier? Did she say something?" Surprised he had noticed, you pressed your lips together.

"I'll tell you after." You mumbled, not wanting to be overheard.

"Excuse me, everyone." The captain got your attention, standing at the head of the boat.

"Turtles tend to poke their heads out here, look out and you might see one."

After wooyoung had gotten to see a turtle, the boat headed towards some caves. The boys all stood up, stripping down to their trunks.

"Are you coming swimming with us?" Mingi asked grinning, your eyes wondering over to them. However your focus was mainly on San. You knew he was fit, that much was obvious. But wow, you're sure you were heavily blushing by that point. Biting your lip, you looked down nervously. Whilst you really wanted to, you couldn't help but feeling insecure. San pulled you up, smiling kindly.

"Its okay." It was as if he could read your mind. Nodding, you slowly pulled your clothes off and went to the edge of the boat with the boys. The driver stopped the boat, letting down a ladder. Wooyoung ignored this however and threw himself into the water. You couldn't help but laugh, watching him cough as he came to the surface. Mingi jumped in too, much more graceful than his younger friend. Once climbing in, San stayed by the bottom of the ladder and helped you down safely. Wooyoung practically raced off into the cave, mingi hot on his trail.

"Hold on." San guided you onto his back then Swam off after the others. You held on tightly, chin resting on his shoulder comfortably. Miraculously, he kept your head above water as he swam into the cave. Wooyoung climbed up onto a rock, looking around in amazement.

"Its so cool." He gaped, beaming as his eyes wondered over the different colours and lights, reflected on the oceans surface. You had to agree, your arms still wrapped around San tightly. Reaching a slightly shallow part, San stood. Gently, he set you down and brought you to his side before pointing up. You tilted your head, finding there to be a gap in the top of the cave. Just big enough so you could see the sky.

"Imagine seeing that at night? All the stars, maybe even the moon?" You thought out loud, not realising the male has left his arm around your waist loosely.

"That sounds romantic." You made eye contact as he spoke, a small smile gracing Sans lips. Everything seemed to fizzle out for a few moments as you focused on each other. Swallowing down your nerves, you turned slightly in his direction and his hand tightened on your waist.

"Hey San!" Mingi yelled, disturbing your moments.

"Look at this shell we found!" Chuckling, San slowly let go and swam over to his friends. This gave you time to try and relax your accelerating heart. Your hand was patting at your chest in effort of easing your emotions.

"(Y/n)? Come here." Wooyoung quickly swam to you and took hold of your hand. Smiling, you allowed him to leaf you over to the others.

"Aren't they pretty?" Mingi smiled, looking through all the shells he'd collected. Agreeing, you let him show you his favourites. Suddenly, San came to your side, pulled wooyoungs hand away and nudging him slightly. Not having realised he was still holding it, San shook his head before standing close and playing his hands on your waist. Almost, protectively? You tried not to over think it too much. Wooyoung put his hands up in defence against his supposed best friends glare then hopped up to sit on the rock with mingi. You didn't complain, finding comfort in his hold.

Once back on board, San was quick to wrap a towel around you and sit by your side. The sun had began to set, creating a lovely array of cascading purple and orange hues in the sky. Faintly, you heard your family talking about that nights plans but chose not to comment. The captain informed everyone of the fact he was making the journey back. Which was good because, now that everyone was settled, less excited, you had noticed how rocky the boat had gotten. Now that it was setting into evening, the wind picked up slightly. Even if it wad miniscule, your acid induced stomach wasn't a fan.

"What's up with your face?" Your aunt asked with a bored tone, causing everyone to look at you.

"Just a little nauseous." You told her, only for the woman to roll her eyes.

"You were fine a minute ago. Honestly, I don't know where you get your dramatics from." She sneered, folding her arms. A lump firmed in your throat, the bottom of you eyes stinging. If it wasn't for the crowd, you would have been crying. Letting out an annoyed breath, you're sure you heard your father having a go but didn't care to look.

"Hey." Gently, San cupped your cheek and smiled softly.

"Do you trust me?" Nodding slightly, you sucked in as San carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you. Skillfully, he turned you around, so you were facing the sea and slowly sat you back on the padded seat. Making sure you had one leg on either side of the metal pole that heald the railing, San sat himself behind you so your body was flush to the barrier. Your legs hung over the edge, his frame encasing your own. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, San held you securely. Each time the boat ducked, the water tickled your legs making you smile.

"I won't let you fall through OK?" Humming, you looked up at him, thankful for the distraction. He rested his chin on your shoulder, also happy with the closeness he had created.

"Dont listen to her ok? You're feelings are valid." Even though he was whispering, you heard San clearly and pressed your lips together. It was hard to believe it.

"What did she say to you, this morning?" Looking down at the short waves, you frowned deeply.

"Its embarrassing."

"That's for me to decide OK?" He chuckled, poking your waist playfully which did create a small smile.

"She just said I'd never see you again after the vacation. That's all." Your voice was low, cheeks warm as you told him. It was quiet for a moment, you half expected San to start laughing. So, when his grip tightened and his nose pressed to your shoulder affectionately, you were surprised.

"You think we won't see each other again?" He questioned, voice muffled by your skin. Blushing, you swallowed hard before shrugging.

"I don't know."

"Dont you want to see me? Because I want to see you, as much as possible." You could feel his grin against your back. San sat straight again, looking down at you smugly.

"You do?"

"Of course I do." He nod, lacing your fingers together.

"I was also wondering if you wanted to go get ice cream tomorrow? Just us?" Now you felt really hot, and not just because of the motion sickness.

"I'd love that." His smile grew, ears turning red. Simpering, you fully relaxed against his chest, dazed from both the movement of the boat and your happiness.

"I hope you enjoyed!" The captain waved you off as your little group left. Now it really was dark out, a few stars flecked across the navy sky.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" San smiled down at you, a hand resting on your shoulder.

"Well actually, I was wondering if you three wanted to get dinner with us tonight?" Your mum looked between the young men hopefully. Wooyoung practically gasped, hugging her suddenly.

"Oh you're so kind. Maybe I'll date (y/n) instead." He laughed, making San turn away in embarrassment. Luckily, your parents found it funny. You blushed, hearing him say that. After all, you weren't dating. Sure, he had asked you on a date. But even so, it was one ice cream date.

Your family returned to the villa, quickly showering and getting ready to go out to eat. Putting on a short, white sundress, you looked in the mirror and frowned. The waist was panelled, the bust ruched ans the skirt flowly. It was such a pretty dress, yet you felt so insecure. Deciding to push all that aside, you tied your converse then went to see if everyone was ready.

Arriving before the boys, everyone took their seats. You chose to sit at the end of the table, leaving a seat empty beside you. Getting the message, your parents left ut free and took a seat elsewhere. On the other hand, your aunty came and sat there.

"I think she wanted San to sit there." Your father said pointedly. Shrugging, your aunt didn't move.

"Well there's lots of other seats." She quipped, unfolding her napkin and putting it on her lap.

"Can you not just sit on another seat?" You asked hopefully, yet she just turned to you and whined. Just like a child would.

"No. He can sit over there." Deflating, you folded your arms on the table and rested your head on them. As much as you loved her, your aunty drained you so much. It was like she went out of her way to make you miserable.

"I dont know why you're being like this." She tut, looking at the menu but you ignored her.

"Its not like this means anything." Having enough, you looked at her almost angry.

"Maybe he likes me?" At that, she laughed abd looked at your parents with a funny look in her eyes.

"Oooh, yeah I'm sure he really likes you." Her voice clearly mocked your feelings. Why did she have to be like this? Could she not be supportive?

Hearing chairs move, you looked up to see they had finally arrived. San sat opposite you, looking concerned. Had he heard? Of course, wooyoung sat by your mother happily. Mingi sadly ended up on the other side of your aunt and you prayed she made no comments. You opted to stay quiet as everyone talked, only telling the waiter your order then returning to silence. At this point, your head was hurting. If you were to think too much, you'd problem cry. But that would just be embarrassing. You barely even touched your food when it arrived, just pushing it around your plate. After a few glances, you saw your dad and San deep in conversation. It warmed your heart to see them getting on.

"Why aren't you eating (Y/N)? Scared of gaining weight?" Laughing again, your aunty shoved you. Maybe it was playful to her but it hurt a little. Biting on your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose deeply. Unexpectedly, San stood and walked around, taking your hand and walking out of the restaurant. Even though you were shocked, you followed San blindly. Once you were a few streets away, he stopped and brought you into his arms. Instantly, you relaxed and hugged back, your face in the crook of his neck.

"We can't just leave..." You mumbled, not wanting to leave his hold.

"Its OK. None of us wanted you sitting there upset." He pat your head softly, urging you to look at him. Even now, your eyes were slightly teary. Seeing this, san frowned and wiped under your eyes tentivley.

"I was thinking we could head back to where I'm staying?" You just nod, deciding to ignore every doubt in your mind and hugging his waist. He didn't mind, holding you close and walking back to the villa.

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Upon arriving, he guided you into his room and shut the door.

" I like your dress by the way. You look really pretty." San smiled, looking you over with a soft gaze. Blushing, you suddenly found the floor very interesting. He just chucked, coming to stand in front of you.

"How come you're not wearing my hoodie tonight?"

"I forgot, I was distracted." His hand came up, playing the the ends of your hair affectionately.

"Then I'll just have to give you something else." Now confused, you looked up and watched as he opened a drawer and pulled something out.

"Wear this, you'll be more comfortable." San handed you the garment before heading out the room, with some other clothes, to give you privacy. It was a white band t-shirt, clearly way too big for you. You put it on regardless and smiled once looking in the mirror. It reached your mid thighs, one side hanging off your shoulders.

"You look so cute." Sans voice startled you as he came in, a box in his hands. He too had changed, into a vest with loose black joggers. Settling on the bed, he pat the space beside him. Slowly, you crawled next to him and sat on the free side nervously.

"Am I making you uncomfortably?" Quickly, you shook your head.

"No, no. I just don't want to get in your way or anything." You explained. San scoffed lightly, reaching over and tugging you into his side.

"You're not going to OK? Don't you understand?"

"Understand what?" Confused, you tilted your head up at him. He carressed the side of your face almost lovingly, smiling till his eyes were almost shut.

"I like you. I really like you. That's why I asked you out. I want you close to me." Each word just made you blush more. Your eyes scanned his face and something told you he was being truthful.

"I feel the same." Finally saying it out loud, you felt the weight lift off your shoulders. Somehow, Sans smile brightened, practically lighting up the room.

"Then I better make sure the date is perfect tomorrow huh?" He chuckled, playing with your fingers delicately. You scooted closer and brushed back some of his Ruby hair.

"I just want to spend time with you. There's no pressure ok?" Grinning, he nod and brought you between his legs so you were resting on his back. San then pulled the covers over the both of you.

"Oh I brought chocolates. You barely ate." You smiled, opening the box and reading the contents. Behind you, San put something on the tv before throwing the remote aside.

"I need to text me parents."

"No need, it was your dad's idea. He wanted me to get you out of there." He informed you, rubbing your shoulders. Turning slightly, you curled up against him and hummed in content.

"I'm happy you get along."

"Yes, but only your parents. Your aunt? Not so much." San huffed, feeding you one of the chocolates.

"She's always been like that." You told him but he shook his head. Picking out a specific chocolate, he popped it in his mouth.

"I dont care. Next time I'm not going to be so polite. If she's going to act like that, I'll give her the same energy back." You blushed from his protective nature, reaching up to thumb his cheek soothingly. He looked down at you and broke into a smile. His right arm was holding you snug, the left feeding the both of you. Whilst watching the TV, you felt yourself eyes growing heavy. Instead of fighting it, you buried your face into his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. San found himself blushing, carefully moving to lay flat and male sure the covers were over you. By that point, you were fast asleep, finding it easier to rest in his arms.

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