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LITG S2: EP15 Pt2 Coming Clean

SUMMARY: A new challenge unearths some secrets… I have added some new secrets. I hope you enjoy!

Narrator, Iain Stirling: The producers have been getting their hands dirty, digging up some saucy secrets about the Islanders. They even spoke to Gary’s nan! Lovely lady. So grab your popcorn, because it’s time to drag some skeletons out of the closet, kicking and screaming.

Challenge Stage

You arrive at the challenge stage with the other Islanders. This afternoon was a hot one, and the platform offered no shade. There was a big banner that read 'Coming Clean', written in white. “What’s all this?” Before you are two tanks with slides leading into them—one is filled with mud, the other with soapy water and sponges. There were also two piles of envelopes—one marked 'boys' and one marked 'girls'.

Jakub leans gingerly over the mud tank, peering inside. He looks disgusted. He wrinkles his nose. “That’s al dente, that is."

“You’re still using it wrong, mate,” Ibrahim tutted. “Mud ain’t al dente.”

Jakub blushes slightly but keeps his face composed. "Yeah, I know that. I was using it ironically, like." Bobby chimed in, trying to keep a serious face, "You can't be ironic about al dente." Jakub nods along as though he understands.

Rahim and Bobby are loving this whole ‘al dente’ thing. “Shame about the mud – This outfit was al dente!”

Gary complimented you with his lopsided, crooked smile, "You're always al dente, darlin’."

“Aww, thanks, babe!” You smiled flirtatiously at your blond, hunky partner. “Right back at ya handsome.”

Poor Jakub, he can’t catch a break! Chelsea said, “Al dente means…” Bobby tries to communicate something with his eyes. It comes out more as a twitch. He silences Chelsea with a look, putting a finger to his lips. “Oops…” Chelsea covered her mouth.

A phone buzzes. Priya announced, “Islanders, in today’s challenge, you need to come clean! In front of you are two piles of envelopes containing secrets about your fellow Islanders–one for the girls, one for the boys. If you choose to open an envelope and read a secret, you’ll have to slide into the mud. If you resist the temptation and keep it sealed, you’ll be washed clean by the person whose secret remains inside. #comingclean #muddywaters #secretsrevealled”

Everyone applauds and cheers. Bobby made a clapping sound with his hands. “This is, well, exciting!”

Gary gave his assent, “This is gonna be mint.”

Priya said, "Woop woop," and Marisol echoed her excitement by saying, "Hashtag, bring it on!"

This challenge… You made a comment along the lines of, “Let’s hashtag nail this challenge!”

Chelsea expressed her excitement by clapping both of her hands together. “Woo! Best challenge ever!”

Ibrahim grits his teeth. “Oh, no, my hair!”

Hope exchanges a concerned look with Noah. “I hadn't thought about that!”

Lottie made the suggestion, “Want me to get you girls shower caps?” Hope looked her way before shaking her head and responding, “Er, no, I’m good.”

Lottie gave a nonchalant shrug and added, “Shame. I could've done with one myself. Definitely re-dying my hair after this.”

“Relax, you guys. We’re only sliding in–it’s not like they’re throwing it over us.” Priya continued by saying, “I doubt you’ll get any on your hair or face.”

The girls line up facing the boys. Hope asked, "Who's going first?"

(Lottie's secret) Gary’s phone buzzes. "Me, I guess." He steps forward and takes an envelope from the pile. ‘Lottie’ is written on the back. “Now this is interesting,” he says with a smirk toward the makeup artist. Lottie flushes with colour.

Hope reminded him, “Remember, if you open it, you have less of a chance of winning the challenge.”

"And you'll have to get covered in mud.” Lottie pouted and added, “Just saying." Gary grins at her and tears open the envelope without further hesitation. He reads it aloud.

“Titanic, Little Women, and The Secret Garden make Lottie cry every time. #CryMeAnAtlanticOcean #WorksEveryTime”

Some of the Islanders looked pleasantly surprised. Marisol commented, “Really? Titanic?” which caused Lottie to side-eye her. “Some of us are sensitive, okay?”

Priya chopped in, “I wouldn’t have guessed. Lottie?" Bobby defended his partner, “Nah, Lottie’s a massive softie once you get to know her.”

Lottie marks him with a look. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t cry too if you’d seen them.”

Bobby laughed. “That’s fair. I’ll throw up my hands and admit I haven’t seen those films.”

Titanic, Little Women, and The Secret Garden make Lottie cry. “Same, to be honest.”

Lottie turned to you, nodding her head and pulling a sad face. “You know then. When they’re lowering her in the lifeboat, and…” Her voice becomes a squeak. “And Jack realises he’s going to die… But then Rose… Rose jumps, and…” She covers her mouth as the tears start rolling.

Hope patted the blonde’s shoulder. “It’s okay, babes. We know the story.”

Chelsea cocked her head as she pondered out loud, “But don't you guys think that Jack could have, like, totally survived if she'd just let him-”

Lottie glared as she cut her off, "Too soon."

"Eep. Sorry." Chelsea looks away pouting. “... They could have, though.”

Lottie regains her composure, dabbing at her eyes. “Looks like you’re first on the slide, Gary.” She gives him a flirty smile.

Gary concedes with a massive smile, “Looks like I am.” He takes his time climbing up the ladder, hesitating when he reaches the top. Gary shouts out when he slides down the ladder, “Geronimo!”

Everyone laughs and cheers.

In the Beach Hut (BH), Grace: “He looked really good. Especially when he was going up. I was like, ‘Oh, okay’. I think Gary looked sexy. His big, well–defined biceps make me gush no-end.”

Priya remarked, “I never quite got why people say that when they jump off things. Or, like, slide into them.”

The mud covers Gary completely. “Oof!” He exhales. He windmills his arms, sending splatters of mud flying everywhere. He’s getting more mud on the platform and himself. “Come on in, guys. The mud’s warm.”

Lottie wrinkled her nose and exclaimed, “Yuck.”

BH Lottie: “He’s pulled off most things. But that was grim.”

You smiled at him enjoying himself. “It’s good for your skin babes. Just let it dry in the sun for about half an hour, then wash it off and viola! Soft, glowing skin.”

“Hell yeah!” Gary takes two wads of mud in his hands and rubs it into the skin on his chest. He returns to his place in line, leaving a trail of muddy footprints on the deck.

BH Gary: “It was just so much fun getting down and dirty…” (He laughs.)

(Gary’s Secret) Another phone beeps. This time it’s yours. “My turn!” You step forward and pick up an envelope with Gary’s name on it. “This has a secret about Gary inside it!”

You finger the envelope for a moment. Should I read Gary’s secret? Gary gives you a cheeky grin but stays quiet. If I open it, I have to get covered in mud, which means less chance of winning the challenge. Plus, I’ll totally ruin my outfit. But we’re already at a disadvantage now since Gary opened Lottie’s secret, so it might not matter either way. I wanna know. You tear open the envelope and read out the contents.

“It’s no secret that Gary loves his nan, but you know what he won’t tell you? The time his mates switched her name in his phone with a girl he’d been chatting to on Tinder. #ItsInTheFamily #BloodIsThickerThanWater”

The boys all laugh.

Ibrahim’s eyes go wide. “Mate, that’s savage!” The golfer exclaimed, “Did you, like, text her and stuff?”

“Yeah,” Gary said with a blush. “But I figured it out pretty quick when she replied. It was something like, ‘wash your mouth out with soup’ and ‘no way to speak to your nan’.”

BH Bobby: “Mmm… Very impressive prank. Gotta remember that one for my mates back home. Lookin’ at ya, Junno.”

“Wait, did you just say soup?” Marisol asked with a confused expression, “You meant soap, right? Like, what you would usually use to wash things with?”

“I think you guys are underestimating my nan’s soup,” said Gary with a chuckle.

Grace (thinking): His nan sounds like a riot. Sounds like a prank my brothers would pull.

When your eyes meet Gary's, you get an uncontrollable attack of the giggles, and you find yourself gripping your side as you do so. “Your mates sound hilarious. I wish I would have thought to prank someone like that.” You give him a cheeky smile.

Hope frowned. “Really? I’d be fuming if one of my girls did that to me.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree with Hope.” Marisol piped up. “They took that a bit far. There's a point where it goes past being funny into just being mean.”

Hope turned to Gary and asked, “Did you get in trouble, Gary?"

Gary nodded and replied, “A whole summer’s worth of chores and driving her to bingo.” Everyone laughs, and Gary joins in.

Beside you, Marisol cleared her throat. “Looks like Grace’s going in the mud.”

“Oh yeah, that part.” You walk over to the mud tank and climb the ladder. Time to slide in the mud. Go as fast as possible. You push yourself off and arrive with a big splash, sending mud flying. "Woo!"

Everyone applauds and cheers.

“Go Grace!” Chelsea cheered.

Now I've got mud on my clothes. I’ve been covered in worse. Probably not a story for today… Hopefully? “It’s not too bad. People pay good money for this sort of thing at fancy resorts!” You return to your place in line, dripping with brown muck.

BH Gary: “I don’t know what was hotter- the heat or how she can look so damn sweet and sexy in MUD! Well damn, boy. As fetishes go seems pretty tame, but seeing Grace get muddy... yeah it just might be a thing.” (He laughs.)

(Noah’s Secret) Hope’s phone goes off. “Me!” She steps forward and takes an envelope from the pile bearing Noah’s name on it.

“Noah “mis-read” the situation when he turned up to Reading Festival with a backpack full of library books! #ReadTheRoom #ReadingAtReading”

“Wait, so you actually thought the Reading Festival was a festival about reading?” Priya asked, a little confused. “And you, what, sat there with a book the whole time?”

“It actually took off. People started reading next to me, then more of them, until eventually someone posted a picture of us on social media,” Noah explained. “Hashtag reading at Reading trended for weeks.”

The other girls ‘awww’ and everyone claps. Hope flashed a grin at her partner. “You know, I think I actually saw that!”

Chelsea beamed at the handsome librarian. “That's a cute one!”

Hope nods in agreement. “I think it’s really sweet.” Noah smiles sweetly as he looks at Hope.

Noah took ‘Reading Festival’ literally, brought a bunch of books along, and started an internet sensation. “So you're internet famous?”

Noah looked at you. “Kind of? Doesn’t really mean much now that I’m here, does it? Like, what are people going to remember me as the guy who started a hashtag once or the guy who was on Love Island?”

BH Priya: “I just can’t resist that boy anymore. I’ve been trying to fight it, but, like I’m just going with the flow. That was freakin’ cute.”

Noah smiled at Hope. "But you know what this means, right, Hope?”

Chelsea chanted excitedly, “Slidey time! Slidey time!”

Hope feigns a dramatic sigh, wanders over to the mud tank, climbs the ladder, and slides in. Noah runs over, plunges his hands into the mud, and splashes more of it onto her chest and shoulders. "You melt!” Hope said as she grinned. “I'm gonna get you for that!" She clambers out and envelops Noah in a muddy hug, cackling as she covers him. He wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

"Urgh! Goals!” Chelsea scrunched her nose, adding, “Maybe not the mud part, though." Everyone laughs.

Grace (thinking): They're in their own little world. Kind of reminds me of what they were like back at the start… I wonder how long it'll last?

(Lucas’s Secret) A phone buzzes, and Marisol grabs an envelope. The side read ‘Lucas’. “I never did mind getting my hands dirty.” She gives her partner a flirty look. “It’s like they say. Knowledge is the real prize.” She opens it with a flourish, her eyes trained on his.

“Lucas once went on a blind date with a woman who didn’t speak English, and needless to say he doesn’t speak Russian. #LostInTranslation #InternationalManOfMystery”

Ibrahim inquired, “Mate, what’s that all about?” Lucas elaborated by saying, “It’s talking about the time I went on a date with this Russian girl who didn’t speak any English. And I don’t speak any Russian, so we ended up just typing messages into a language translation app on my phone.”

The next question that Ibrahim posed was, “And just, like, passing the phone back and forth?”

“Quietest date I’ve ever had.” Lucas smiled. “It’s really weird when one of you laughs, because up until then it’s just been silent.”

Lucas managed a date entirely through a language translation app… “What did you talk about?”

“Only basic things, to be honest with you. I don't know if you’ve ever used an app like that before, but they don’t score high on accuracy. Like, I asked her if she was okay, and the app said her reply was ‘I feel myself’. Which turned out to be… less exciting than I'd hoped.”

The golfer looked confused. “I feel myself?”

Lucas smiled. “Let me put it this way. If I went up to someone who didn’t speak fluent English, and I pointed at their dog and said, ‘Sick dog, mate’, they’d take it to see a vet.”

Ibrahim nodded. “Fair play. I guess the English language doesn’t make that much sense, does it?”

Jakub chimed in, “Yeah, it’s kind of al dente, isn’t if?”

Bobby shook his head. “No. Just… no.”

“Sounds romantic.” Chelsea exhaled with a wistful sigh. “That’s a rom-com just waiting to happen.”

Lucas smiled. “Yeah, I think so.”

According to Marisol, “It sounds awkward.”

"It wasn't that bad, actually. Got some good laughs out of it." Lucas paused. He flashed a cheeky smile and added, "Maybe more than that…"

Gary jabs him playfully in the ribs. "Oi oi!"

Lucas blushed, shaking his head. "Get your head out of the gutter!” Everyone laughs. “I meant that she introduced me to the brilliance of Russian ballet." Lucas smirked. "And maybe a few other things."

The boys all whooped. Gary chanted. ”Oi oi oi!”

“This is all besides the point though…” Lucas turns his attention back to his partner. “Ready to get down and dirty, Marisol?”

“As if you need to ask,” She declared this with a grin on her face and amusement visible in her eyes. Marisol climbs the ladder and slides down into the mud. “It’s not actually too bad.” Everyone applauds and cheers.

(Grace’s Secret) Gary's phone buzzes. He picks up an envelope with your name on it.

Ugh, at this rate we’re never going to win! “We’ve really given up on this whole winning thing, haven’t we?”

He returned your smile. “Maybe I just want to get to know you better.”

A secret about me… Do I want Gary to read my secret? “Read it!” You smiled at him. “I wanna know what it says as much as everyone else here.” Gary grins. He opens the envelope.

“When Grace heard that her bestie's boyfriend was playing away, she swapped his conditioner for hair removal cream. #WomanScorned #GoodbyeGoldilocks”

Lottie grins happily. “That was amazing!”

Grace's mischievous act of revenge had the girls in stitches. Lucas touches a protective hand to his hair. Marisol chimed in, “He must have been a real D-bag.”

“You could say that. He was obsessed with his hair, too. It was even better than Henrik’s… before I intervened.”

All the Islanders ‘Ooooo’.

“Remind me never to come between you and, well, anything,” stated Bobby. An awkward silence lingers as the boys look at each other. Some snickers are heard from the girls. Noah added, “I think Gary’s has earned himself a mudding.”

Gary chuckled. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” Gary heads straight for the tank, climbs up, and slides in. With an infectious enthusiasm, he called out, "I'm going in!" Everyone applauds and cheers. He climbs out. Gary's eyes locked onto you with that mischievous grin plastered across his face. He made a beeline toward you.

“Don’t touch me!” you exclaimed, a mix of laughter and protest in your voice.

Gary, undeterred, teased, “Wait, so you’re saying you don’t want a mud hug?” With that, he makes a show of chasing you around the stage with his muddy hands outstretched, creating a spectacle that had the entire group laughing and cheering. You grab an arm-load of sponges and launch them at Gary. He yelps and runs to hide behind Noah, laughing. Chuckling, he wipes his hands on his trunks and returns to his spot in line.

(Jakub’s Secret) A phone buzzes. Priya looks at her phone, steps forward, and picks up an envelope. “This one’s about… Jakub.” Jakub grins at her, puffing out his chest. She tears it open and reads it aloud. “Jakub once had to shave his head after he got a waxing strip stuck to it. #NeverAgain #LegsOnEEK” Everyone laughs.

“It happened a few years ago, alright?” Jakub’s cheeks burn a brilliant red. “I was trying to do my legs, but it was really hard to yank off, and somehow I smacked it into my forehead. Got it stuck in my hair and everything. Like the text said, I had to shave my whole head.”

The boys jostle about with each other, laughing even more.

Jakub got a wax strip caught in his hair after a failed leg wax attempt.

Lottie gave a snort. “What an amateur.”

“Do you see any hair on these bad boys?” He sticks out a leg, turning it for her to see. “It's completely smooth.”

You chimed in, “That’s happened to me too! The struggle is real. Next time, get it out with corn syrup.

Chelsea was so animated that she appeared to be bouncing in place. “Oh em gee, totally! Corn syrup is absolutely one hundred percent what you need when you get a wax strip caught in your hair.”

“Corn syrup is bae.” Jakub broke into a grin.

Marisol appeared to be surprised. “Well, you learn something new every day.”

“How often does this happen to people?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow. Chelsea just giggles at him.

Priya walks over to the mud tank, climbs the ladder, and slides in. “That was fun!” She giggles. “It’s been ages since I went down a slide. Might have to go down to the local playground.”

“I’m sure the dads won’t complain,” Bobby said with a wink.

(Chelsea’s Secret) A phone buzzed. Jakub picks up an envelope. “Chelsea.”

“Read it out! Read it out! Read it out!” Chelsea chanted excitedly.

Jakub hesitates. “Yeah, no.” He grimaced. “I’m not getting thrown in there.” Chelsea’s face dropped and she gazed down at the decking.

“Alright. Hand it over.” Gary grabs the envelope and tears it open with a flourish. Chelsea's expression lit up with joy. He read out.

“Chelsea once signed off an email to an important customer with a smiley face… only it was a big old 8=D. #BDE #GettingCocky”

Everyone cheers. Chelsea covers her face with her hands and squeals.

Hope inquired, “Did you get in trouble?

It appeared that Chelsea was perplexed. “Why would I?”

Priya gave the interior designer a contemplative look, saying,“Well, surely it damaged your reputation?”

“Not at all!”

Priya tapped her chin and said, “That’s actually genius.” Chelsea concurred, “I know, right?”

Chelsea emailed an 8=D to one of her customers. “How did you not know what that was?”

“What do you mean? It’s a smiley. But with a nose. After that, he just kept coming back for more work, so if anything I think this just makes me, like, a better interior designer.” Chelsea paused, took a breath, and then her eyes lit up like a light bulb went off. “OMG! That could be like my brand! Everyone likes a smiley. Especially a smiley with a nose!”

Marisol leans over and whispers, “I don’t think anyone has told her yet.”

Chelsea beamed at the crane operator. “Your turn in the mud now, Gary.”

BH, Chelsea confesses: “Swoon. He’s just the sweetest boy. And he is fit. Grace is so lucky to be coupled with him.”

Gary shrugs. He climbs the ladder and slides down. Gary is covered in mud. “Want me to roll around in the dirt with you?”

“Now that’s what I mean by ‘talk dirty to me’.” Gary grinned broadly. “Come here, you!”

You clamber over to the side and join him in the mud. “Slather me up, babes.”

“I like that word, slather.” Bobby says, “Ssslather.”

“Hey, Gary!”

“Yeah?”

“Catch!” You fling some mud towards him, splattering it across his chest. He laughs and flicks some back at you. You slap some more mud onto Gary, rubbing it into his back and shoulders for good measure. The boys laugh and cheer.

Marisol asked, “Grace, what are you doing?”

“Oops, sorry! Gary had a wasp on him! I was just shooing it away.”

Priya giggled. “Sure you were.”

Gary winks at you. “She really was! Honestly. I swear I felt something crawling on me.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Can we please get back to focusing on the challenge now?”

“Wow, I’m totally covered. I don’t think I’ll get all this mud out of these shorts. Gary leans in and whispers

in your ear. “I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a shower.” You bit your lip as your eyes locked for a moment.

You blush as you smile. I could get so lost just looking into his eyes…

(Marisol’s Secret) A phone buzzes. With a glance at his phone, Lucas steps up to grab an envelope. “This one’s about… Marisol.” He looks down at the envelope in his hands as he hesitates before looking over at his partner who gives him two thumbs up. Fuck me. He reads aloud.

“Puzzle rooms are ultimately about trying to escape, but Marisol was in no hurry as she got wild and naughty. #NoEscape #CluelessBits”

Hope and Chelsea squeal in surprise.

You smirked. “Oh, that was saucy!”

Bobby said, flashing a cheeky grin, “Marisol, you dark horse!” Everyone laughs.

Marisol grinned. “The lights went out, and we were stuck in there for ages. What else were we expected to do? It was a fun place to get naughty.”

Priya chipped in, saying, “That sounds like my kind of night.”

“Total bucket list!” You said, and Gary gave you a flirty look as he replied, “Sounds like a room I’d like to get trapped in.”

BH Jakub: “I’m not a huge fan of puzzles. I’d pass on that one.”

Chelsea claimed, “I’d be too worried about getting locked in the room!”

Bobby flashed another cheeky grin at Lucas. “So, it looks like Lucas is going down the slide and getting himself muddied.”

“And here I was hoping all of you had all forgotten.” Lucas moves reluctantly towards the slide and climbs up. He takes his time climbing the ladder, hesitating when he reaches the top. The others' cheer him on.

Gary calls out in encouragement. “You can do it, Lucas! Just go down quick.”

Lucas looks at him unhappily. “And get more of this on me? No way!” He takes a deep breath and slowly slides down. The mud covers him up to his waist.

BH Lucas: “I’m going to be real. I don’t think it was very fun or sexy.”

Lucas sits absolutely still for a moment before raising his arms, watching with dismay as swathes of mud slide off them. “I’ve made a terrible mistake. I don’t even like mud baths at the best of times. But it’s not even the right kind of mud!”

Priya chimed in with, “Yeah, the real stuff smells like rotten eggs. Sulphur and stuff. Like, from volcanoes.”

He frowns. Lucas replied, “I think I’ll take this over smelling like that.” He returns to his place in line.

(Priya’s Secret) Ibrahim hesitates, sneaking glances at the vat of mud. He looked down at the envelope. He shook his head before opening.

“Priya once got a concussion from pulling the moves on none other than her sister’s man! #ImWalkingHere #WatchWhereYou'reGoing”

Priya quickly defended. “Before you all go getting ideas, it’s not quite as bad as it sounds.”

Lottie called out, “You sure about that?”

Priya rolled her eyes, and you suggested, “Spill the tea then, babe.”

“They weren’t dating yet. And both of us liked him at the same time anyway, so it was more of a friendly competition. One day they were walking together, and I was walking in front, so I thought I’d try the Over The Shoulder Smoulder.”

Lucas asked, “And what, walked into a lamp post?”

Priya grinned. “Nailed it.” Everyone laughs.

Ibrahim thought to himself, try to slide slowly. He eases his way down, keeping his hands on the sides to slow himself.

Bobby expressed his disbelief by shaking his head. “Where's the fun in that?”

The golfer slid gently into the mud. There’s no splash, and he doesn’t get too much on himself. Lottie looked impressed. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

(Ibrahim’s Secret) Chelsea’s phone buzzes. She runs up to the front and grabs a card.

“Ibrahim, once lost their date in a garden maze. #HideandSeek #Mazerunner”

Priya claimed, “Oh, that's a good one.”

Gary questioned Rahim with, “How is that even possible, mate?”

Noah offered in his defence by speculating, “Maybe they did it on purpose?”

Ibrahim explained: “Yep! I had no choice but to leave them. It was supposed to be a fun romantic game of hide and seek. She hid, I failed to seek. An hour later we found each other. I thought she saw the funny side...”

Lottie interjected, “I’d be fuming if I got jilted in a maze.”

Ibrahim continued, “I thought we were cool and she suggested going skinny dipping in the nearby lake.”

Bobby chipped in, “Now, that’s a fun time, bro.”

BOYS: WHOOPING

Ibrahim goes red and rubs the back of his neck. “Although, the whole thing’s not as impressive as it sounds. When I got out of the water my clothes were gone. I had to poke some neck and arm holes in a clean bin bag and wear it as I ran back to my car. An unused bean bag, obviously. Now I hide my clothes really well when I skinny dip.”

ALL: LAUGHTER.

Noah chipped in, “Smart.”

Chelsea is cheered on by the boys and girls. She didn’t hesitate as she pushed off and landed in the vat of mud, laughing and whooping.

BH Chelsea: “All the mud just went everywhere. It was just stuck everywhere. I’m like, that’s so fun.”

Several rounds pass, with more and more islanders going down the mudslide.

Narrator Iain Stirling: Hope once played bassoon in a swing band. #JazzHands #QueenOfSwing

Lottie inquired, “You played bassoon in a swing band?” Hope replied, “Metal covers band. We played swing.”

Narrator Iain Stirling: Bobby believed in the mythical animal, ‘The Loch Ness Monster' until he was 13. #MythicalNessie #SeaCreature”

Marisol let out a gasp. “Bobby, you’re literally from Scotland. How did you believe in the Loch Ness Monster until you were thirteen?”

Bobby pouted. “Alright, don’t talk about her like she’s not real. She’ll get offended.”

Narrator Iain Stirling: … And washing each other off.

(Gary’s Secret) Lottie's phone sounds. She steps up to the table with the cards. Gary's name is on it.

Lottie (thinking): Should I read Gary’s secret? If I open it, I’ll have to slide into the mud. Plus, I’ll totally ruin my hair. She smiles to herself. Though technically I still could still get washed by Gary… She examines the envelope, then drops it on the ground.

Bobby shouts, “Boo!”

“Please, I’m not getting muddy over a secret.” Lottie smiles at Gary sexily. “I still get washed by Gary…”

Your jaw drops. Hope calls out, “You’re not even muddy!”

“So, isn’t that right, Gary?”

He looks especially taken aback shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I… I…” He nods and rubs his neck.

You can’t say anything, You’re too floored.

Lottie sashays, swinging her hips in a seductive manner, over to the pool. She slides down into the soapy water, careful not to let it splash her face or her hair. She gasped. “I thought it was gonna be warm!” She sat up on her knees and flipped her hair over her shoulders looking pretty hot as the water cascaded down her body. She holds her arms up expectantly.

Gary grins and walks over to the pool of mud. Grace flinches, but keeps her cool. Lottie moves her hair above and out of the way as Gary grabs a waterlogged sponge and squeezes it, sending soapy bubbles cascading over her shoulders. Lottie was having a great time being in such close proximity to the gorgeous lad. She couldn't help but look at his chiselled abs as his muscly arms dragged the sponge down her torso.

She cooed, “This is better than any secret.” The other lads uttered "ahhs" and "oohs" in a suggestive manner earning a look from you. Gary blushed when he noticed that Lottie was getting goosebumps, which could have been caused by the cold water or by something else entirely.

BH Jakub: “Oh, my nuts. I didn’t know where to look! Lottie looked hot as she tossed her hair around giving off sex eyes. Got to do what you gotta do in here.”

Was bound to have happened at some point… Stay chill, stay chill. You murmured, “It’s just a bit of fun.” As you shifted slightly uneasily, Gary catches your movement.

Gary squeezed the sponge and scrubbed her skin briskly. Oh, my God, it's freezing! Lottie glares at him. “Not so hard!”

The sponge lands back in the tank with a plop. Gary pales. “Done.”

BH Grace: “I don’t like seeing it. I know it’s a challenge but I can’t help it. It’s not nice seeing Lottie flirt with him.”

Eventually the challenge comes to an end, the floor covered with torn envelopes. Only Lottie, Bobby, and Jakub show restraint, refusing to open any of the envelopes.

BH Lottie: “I think me and Bobby have got this challenge in the bag.”

Lottie’s phone buzzes. “Guys, I’ve got a text!” She reads it out.

“Lottie and Bobby, congratulations on winning today’s challenge. Your prize is a night in the Hideaway. #JustTheTwoOfUs #AwayFromItAll #OneMoreChanceToGetDirty”

Bobby jumps up and down. Everyone applauds and cheers.

Hope said, “Congrats, guys. That’s some serious self control.” Lottie smirked and replied, “I surprise even myself sometimes.”

Chelsea chimed in, “A night in the hideaway is just one night. Secrets are forever.”

Lottie quirked an eyebrow. “Well, we heard the same ones you did. And we still won, so…”

Lottie and Bobby get a night in the hideaway? Selecting the mud had proven to be an unfortunate choice. You'd rather have won the challenge and go to the hideaway with Gary. “Damn it, Gary! I'm so jealous."

Gary looks at you and smiles sheepishly. "Whoops! My bad."

Lottie shoots you a steely look. “Better luck next time.”

“I feel your pain, Grace” Chelsea chipped in, “I’m super jelly.”

"I am her spreadable hero sidekick, Super Peanut Butter!" Bobby laughs.

Chelsea blinks at him and turns back to Lottie. “Do you think you’ll, like, do bits?”

Lottie replied, “Knowing Bobby we'll probably just, like, build a fort or something.”

Chelsea pokes Lottie playfully on the shoulder. “That's still gossip, babes. I want to hear every fort-building detail.”

Bobby blushed. “Why does that sound so aggressive?”

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The Islanders start heading back to the Villa. As you leave you notice Chelsea picking up the unopened envelopes. Those must be the secrets we didn’t read. I wonder what she’s planning on doing with them.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: In today’s challenge the islanders found out more about each other than they needed to know… There’s plenty more drama in store.

Bobby settled onto the lawn. “That challenge was jokes wasn't it!” His smile conveyed a cheerful and happy expression.

Gary agreed as he settled back on the bean bag behind you. “Yeah. Interesting finding out more details about you all.”

You’re sitting in the garden with the other Islanders when Chelsea brings out her stack of collected secrets. “That is definitely one of my favourite looks for you, Grace.”

“Thanks, babe!”

“Who wants to see what they say?” said Chelsea; her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Marisol looked at the cards in her hands curiously. “Isn't that against the rules of the challenge?”

“The challenge is over, babes!” Chelsea waved a dismissive hand. “It's secret time.”

Priya chimed in and shrugged, “I guess nobody’s going to stop us.”

Chelsea wants to read some secrets that nobody opened… “I want more secrets, too.”

“Amazing!” Chelsea picks up another secret.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: It seems we’re only just beginning to uncover the secrets the Islanders have buried away.

Chelsea wiggles one of the envelopes at you. “Here, this one has Gary’s name on it.” She passes you the envelope with “Gary” written on it.

Gary smiled at his partner. “Up to you. I’m not fussed either way.”

“Free reign, huh?” You had a cheeky twinkle in your eye.

He gives you a sexy grin. Sweetheart, you can do anything you want to me.

His eyes had a sinister sparkle to them that gave you fanny flutters. A large grin spread across your face. You tear it open. “Right now, I’m just excited to get to know you better.”

“Gary once activated a clap-on light using only the power of his digestive system. #ClapOnClapOff #WatchOutOzoneLayer”

Gary looks over your shoulder and blushes. “Oh… that.”

Your eyes widen. “Care to explain?”

He smiled. “It was pretty funny. I was staying over at a mate's house, a whole bunch of us. He had this clap-on light. You know, those ones that turn on when you clap your hands? I don't remember much, but apparently I farted in the middle of the night, and the sound of it switched the light on.”

Gary’s fart story… “LOL.” You burst out laughing. “You’re so funny. I love it.” You laughed along with a couple of other Islanders.

“Phew! For a minute there, I was scared I’d blown it.” Gary laughs, flashing his cheeky, infectious smile!

“I’ve done worse, mate.” Bobby high-fived the crane operator.

BH Lottie: “That's grim.” (She grimaced.) “Farting is such a turn-off.”

“You could say your performance was cheeky,” Bobby said playfully.

Noah slapped his forehead. “Oh, no…”

Bobby had a mischievous smile on his face as he continued, “Why did the fart open a bakery? It loved sharing its ‘puff’ pastries with everyone!”

Some laughter and a couple of groans. Gary chipped in, “Did you hear about the fart that joined a gym? It wanted to work on its glute-us maximus.” Gary laughs, his eyes gleaming boyishly. You return his smile. “Glad my puns are bringing a smile to your face.”

Jakub laughed. “That was al dente.”

Bobby was grinning with amusement. Too easy. “What do you call a teacher who never farts in the library? A private tutor.”

A few chuckles go around. Chelsea tears open an envelope, grins, then runs over to Lottie, waving a secret in one hand. “Oh. Em. Gee. You are actually my hero!”

You asked, “What did she do?”

Chelsea looked at the makeup artist in awe. “She shaved off a guy’s eyebrows!”

Hope gasped. “Oh, my days!”

“What can I say?” Lottie frowned. “I found his wedding ring.”

Jakub paled. “Wow, that’s harsh.”

“Well, I couldn’t just let him get away with it. So I just took things into my own hands.”

Lottie shaved off a guy’s eyebrows after discovering he was married… “That’s so fierce.”

Lottie smirked. “Don’t worry, I didn’t leave him completely bare. Me and my sharpie gave him a whole new pair of evil eyebrows. On. Fleek.”

“OMG, I can’t even imagine.”

GIRLS: LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

Chelsea picks up another secret and gasps. “This one’s about Bobby!”

She handed it toward Lottie. “Nah, I’m good. You're on your own.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna know what it says? I love knowing things other people don’t know. I’ll just open one. Actually, maybe two.” She picks up another and opens it.

“Bobby once had to be rescued naked from a hotel rooftop. #AllHangOut #DressCodeNotRequired”

You asked, “Why would you be on a hotel rooftop?”

Jakub claimed, “I’ve been naked in a lot of hotels, but never on a rooftop.” Priya chimes in with a teasing comment, “Hope it was somewhere exotic. Or your packages won’t have been much to write home about.”

“It was a warm night.” Bobby grins mischievously. “There were six of us stuck out there. We were on a massive night, and it escalated quickly. I heard a helicopter, so I thought it’d be funny to all get naked, get on the roof, and do the helicopter with our… equipment.”

Gary smirked, asking, “You mean swinging it round in a circle?

“Yeah! Total banter, until we got locked out on the roof for hours. Gave the builders renovating the roof a surprise in the morning.”

Everyone laughs. Chelsea starts grabbing a whole bunch and tearing them open, reading the secrets to herself before throwing them aside. You take one of the ones she’s discarded. This one’s about Marisol.

“Marisol has a lot of responsibilities, not least running her 100k-strong web page — ‘Duck of the Day’. #CutHerSomeQuack #MysteriousMallard”

Chelsea asked, “What’s Duck of the Day?”

“Oh, it’s just this page where we post pictures of ducks. Mostly mallards, but sometimes the odd swan, maybe a moorhen. On Wednesdays, we do waterfowl.”

Lucas asked, “You run a web page about ducks?”

“Why ducks?”

Bobby chipped in next, “Why any of it?”

The law student explained: “It was just this random fun thing that me and my housemates decided to do in our first year at uni. We had a load of ducks on campus, so it was kind of an in-joke.”

Hope smiled, saying, “I’d join that. Ducks are hilarious.”

Marisol returned the Londoner’s smile. “We get some really wild ones. I’ll sign you up first thing when summer’s over.”

Bobby continued with, “That’s so cool… ducks are-”

Marisol cut Bobby off, claiming, “There’s a joke in there somewhere, but ‘no duck pun’ vibes from you right now, so…”

She is about to say more when Chelsea gasps, staring down at another secret in her hands amid a scattering of torn, empty envelopes. “Oh. Em. Gee. I'm shook!”

Hope looked at her and asked, “What is it?”

Narrator Iain Stirling: The Islanders are winding down after a challenge filled with secrets unknown- but there's about to be a new one spilling out of Chelsea's mouth, and it's a corker!

Chelsea's eyes widen, flickering towards Noah. She presses her lips together and shakes her head. “Mm-mm. Nope. Can't tell.”

Hope asked, “Why not? Is it something to do with me and Noah?” Priya rolls her eyes. Hope doesn't seem to notice. Noah presses his fingers to his temples, shakes his head, and groans.

Chelsea won’t share the secret she just read. “You don’t need to tell us.”

Hope demanded. “I think she does. It’s all of our business. We need to know what we’re getting ourselves into.” Marisol insisted, “Give us a clue.”

Chelsea blushes. “It’s to do with somebody’s ex-girlfriend.”

Hope stated, “I can literally see Noah’s name on the envelope you’re holding. If it’s about his ex-girlfriend, I want to know!” Chelsea bites her lip.

Noah puts his head in his hands. Hope's demand for information leads Chelsea to reveal, “Oh, alright then! I can’t say no to my girls. It says… Noah had an ex called Priya. For, like, three months.”

Grace (thinking): Oh, snap!

The news rattles the group, and there is a mixture of surprise, gasps, and worry in the air. Priya raises her eyebrows in amusement. Hope's face has lost some of its colour. “Noah's ex is called Priya?” The revelation seems to have caught her off guard, and the group awaits her reaction.

Noah quickly added, “Can we not make this bigger than it is?”

Grace (thinking): In three, two, one…

“Oh, this is big. We tell each other everything. Or at least we used to.” Hope crosses her arms and scowls at Noah. “Why did you hide this?”

Noah replied, “Because it didn't feel important to say. Who cares what my ex is called? It doesn't mean anything.” The tension in the air thickened as the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“It’s interesting, I guess. I’ll add it to my list of fun facts. Pub quiz, here we go, ” Bobby said as he tried to diffuse the atmosphere with humour.You insisted, “It doesn’t mean anything. Plenty of people are called ‘Priya’.”

Noah nodded. ”Thank you, Grace.”

Marisol brought up, “But don't you think that's interesting though? In that people tend to subconsciously go for partners who remind them of their ex.”

“Precisely.” Hope nods, her lips screwed into a tight line. The law student added, “Like, so many of my exes look the same. It's natural to be drawn to what's familiar.” Her cryptic comment had left a cloud of uncertainty.

Noah huffed, “Not helping, Marisol.” Hope went on, “Next, I'll find out their identical twins.” Priya scowls at her.

You look around at the rest of the Islanders. I never said anything to Hope about this morning. Keep quiet for now. You clamp your mouth shut and watch the drama unfold.

“I never want to meet another Priya again at this rate,” claimed Hope.

Noah frowned. “Now that's just unfair.”

The islanders were on the edge of their seats, sharing looks with each other as they watched to see how the conflict would unfold. Hope stared at Noah incredulously. “Why? I'm done with her trying to snake her way in with you!”

Priya barks a laugh. She seemed unfazed and challenged Hope. “Please. You still think I’m the problem?”

Hope snapped at the estate agent, “What's that supposed to mean?”

Grace (thinking): Oh, no. Priya wouldn’t tell Hope what Noah said in front of the group?

Priya explained, “He hasn't talked to you yet, has he?”

Grace (thinking): Bloody hell.

Gary could feel your shoulders tense up. He gave you a concerned look.

Hope's eyes go wide, and her head turns to look at Priya. “Talk to me about… what?”

Noah looks especially taken aback, shifting awkwardly in his bean bag. “Priya—.”

Hope turns to face Noah and Priya. “Excuse me. I want to hear what Priya has to say.”

Priya continued, saying, “I want it out in the open. Noah said this morning that he's thinking of picking me at the next recoupling.” The colour drains from Hope's face.

Hope's expression now shifts to a mix of shock and hurt as Priya lays out the truth about Noah's roof terrace confession. A collective inhale of breath as the Islanders take in what this means, exchanging glances as they process the bombshell that has just been dropped.

Hope sniffs. “I thought I was going crazy.” She looks as though she might cry. The tension is palpable, and all eyes are fixed on the trio. The vulnerability in Hope’s expression tugs at your heartstrings.

Noah's face pales. “I don’t think—” Noah, now fully aware of the impact of Priya's revelation, looks like a deer caught in headlights.

After a moment, her expression hardens. Hope slowly turns to look at Noah, and she looks at him with a hurt expression. “And just when were you planning on telling me any of this?”

Everyone stares at Noah. An awkward silence descends. You take hold of Gary’s hand. He gives it a small squeeze. “For the record, I never said I was going to choose her. Just that I... thinking about it. I didn't want to mess up what we have over something I wasn't sure about.” Grace and Lottie look at Hope, supportive.

“You're waaay beyond messing things up, babe. I'm done with this.” Hope turns on her heel and starts striding back in the direction of the villa, with Noah chasing her.

Gary lets out a low whistle as he watches them leave. “Phew. For a minute there, I thought that was going to turn into a massive argument.” The group looks at each other; tension hangs in the air.

Narrator Iain Stirling: You wouldn't have been wrong, Gary.

Marisol shook her head. “Wow!”

Lucas, glancing around at the others, echoed her sentiment. “Things just got real.”

Lottie replied, “You think?”

Chelsea asked, “That’s the end of the secrets, then?” An awkward silence lingers. The islanders brace themselves for the inevitable fallout of this news.

BH Marisol: "Well, this changes everything, doesn't it? We can't pretend things are the same after this bombshell. It's out in the open now. It affects all of us."

Narrator Iain Stirling: Well, a game of secrets was never gonna end with the Islanders skipping hand in hand into the Mallorcan sunset now was it?

A phone buzzes. Chelsea announced, “Oh, it's me! Guys, I got a text!”

“What does it say?”

Chelsea reads it to herself, and her face falls. “...” She looked up. “They’ve given me a warning for stealing those envelopes. It’s against the rules, apparently! Lol. Awkward. I’ll have to be on my best behaviour from now on.”

Everyone goes, but Gary stays and catches your eye. “Bloody hell.” Gary rubbed his beard. “Defo feels like there’s a love triangle developing.”

“Feels that way to me.” You move in for a tender hug, and Gary holds you tight in his muscular arms.

“I’ve never liked triangles. Worst shape ever.” The atmosphere was charged with uncertainty. The revelation about Noah's wavering commitment hung in the air, and the dilemma of whether to share this information with Hope weighed on your mind.

Gary can sense there’s more to the story. “Did you overhear something this morning?”

You take a breath. “Noah and Priya were having a conversation on the roof terrace. He said Priya had turned his head. He’s having doubts, and he’s thinking about choosing her at the next recoupling.”

Gary sighed. “Interesting.”

You pull away from the hug, looking into Gary's eyes. “Should I have told Hope about the conversation I overheard between Noah and Priya right away?” And be the one to start the drama…

Gary, ever direct, said, "Let's not kid ourselves. We might as well brace ourselves for what's coming." He mused internally. Maybe Priya’s not the only one Noah wants to get to know?

Love Island is full of twists and turns, and you can't help but wonder what impact your decision – to share or not to share – will have on the evolving dynamics among the islanders.

Narrator Iain Stirling: Coming up! No place is safe from the wrath of Hope. Operation Nope comes to a head… And the Islanders receive an unexpected text… Find out next time on Love Island! Don’t miss it!

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@lilyzmart1997- THE TEAAAAAA!!! OMG! THINGS ARE GETTING REAL! OOF!!

@annanick09- Okay I was all for Priya but the way she be coming for HOPE... I was a little SHOOK

@katkat445- I’m dead how Priya just spilled the tea like, WOW

@jentrope76- Miss Priya went in on Hope! I’d like to see Noah coupled up with someone different for a change.

@Andre_Kellie- Yaaasss!!! I can't wait for the next one. Omg. The drama is going to peak!!!

@krisbelter18- If Noah hadn't wanted to mess things with Hope, he should have been honest.

#loveislandthegame #litgs2 #loveislandgame #litgseason2 #loveisland #litg season 2

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years ago

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Regrets

Word Count: 1,304

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff

A/N: not me forgetting how to name fics or how to write dont @ me plz

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“Again,” you took a deep breath, while Dean crossed his arms, standing next to you.

You cocked the gun, aiming it at the empty soda can that was about 10 feet in front of you. You fired a shot, seeing it hit straight through the can.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at Dean while he nodded.

“Now with your eyes closed,” he replied.

“What? Dean, that’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, putting the gun down.

“Hey, I’m the one training you. What I say goes. Now do it again,” he said.

“No. I’ve been training with you for like two hours. I have stuff to do,” you replied, crossing your eyes.

“What stuff?”

“Literally anything else. Homework?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to hunt. So, do it,” he said.

“This is super unreasonable.”

“Listen to me. You’re not hunting until I say you are so I suggest you get on my good side,” you were extremely annoyed by him, before rolling your eyes.

He was tough, but so were you.

“Well, I’m done for the day,” you said.

“No, you're not.”

“Yes, I am,” you gave him a fake smile, before walking away, hearing him yelling at you.

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You wrapped your arms around yourself, sitting in the corner of your cell. You rested your head on the wall next to you, tears filling your eyes.

Fighting with Dean was never uncommon, and sometimes it ended worse than others. It was never uncommon for one of you to storm off to get some alone time.

But this time ended differently, and ended with you in chains, with bruises, cuts, and even some burns scattered across your body.

You hoped they had noticed that you had been gone for longer than usual, but you knew deep down that you couldn't rely on that. The longest you left for was a month, and you’d been here for only two weeks.

Even with all the fighting, you knew Dean cared about you, and you cared about him. You remembered the last conversation you had with him, burying your head in your lap.

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“(Y/N), go to your room,” Dean commanded.

“Why? Because you can't bear to hear the truth?” Sam pulled on your arm, trying to keep you back from Dean before you pulled away.

“There is not a single person that has caused us more pain or more suffering than you,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N), stop,” Sam warned.

“Why? Because Dean’s feelings will get hurt? It’s not like he cares about treating us like crap,” you scoffed.

“He's just trying to look out for us,” Sam sighed.

“Stop making up excuses for him!” you replied, annoyed with both of them.

“I’m not-”

“No, let her finish, Sammy,” Dean crossed his arms, his face was filled with anger.

“You have never let me have even an ounce of freedom. It’s always what Dean wants, what Dean says. You’re so full of yourself that you never see that you do things wrong all the time,” you let out your anger while they continued to stare at you, Dean in anger and Sam in disappointment.

“If you have a problem with me, then leave,” he replied.

Sam was taken aback by Dean’s words, shaking his head.

“Dean, no-”

“Let her go, Sam. She’s almost 18, let her get a taste of the real world,” you were more than happy to before Sam stopped you again.

“Stop it! Stop it both of you! (Y/N), go to your room, I need to talk to Dean,” Sam said.

“You can talk to him as much as you want because I am out of here. I am done living with Dean’s stupidness,” you could hear Sam’s frustration, telling you to stay as you continued walking to the top of the stairs.

“Goodbye,” you dug your nails into your palm, walking out.

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“I have looked everywhere. I called Bobby, I called Jody. I even talked to Alex and Claire and they all said that she wasn't with them,” Dean paced around the bunker.

“Where else would she go?” Sam wondered aloud.

“If we knew we wouldn't be in this situation, Sam,” Dean clenched his jaw, taking a seat next to Sam.

“The longest she’s ever been gone for was a month, it’s only been two weeks,” Sam tried to calm Dean down.

“We don’t know where she is, Sam. We always know where she is. I shouldn't have told her to leave. This is all my fault,” Dean could feel his emotions taking over him before he sighed, standing up.

“I’ll be back after I find her,” Dean walked to his room, grabbing a duffel bag and a few pairs of clothes.

“I’ll come with you,” Sam replied, running into Dean’s room after him.

“No, stay here and just try and keep looking out for anything. If she comes back, someone needs to be here anyway,” Dean took his keys, saying his goodbyes to Sam before driving off in the Impala.

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“You’re worse than Dad!” you yelled, hot tears in your eyes.

“I’m worse than him?! You little-” he was on you in an instant, pushing you back.

“All I’ve ever tried to do was look out for you, you little shit! I have busted my ass trying to take care of you! Trying to take care of Sam-”

“If you’re so good at taking care of us then where the hell is Sam?!” you screamed.

Dean continued to stare at you in anger, before slamming his fist on the wall next to your head, while you jumped.

“They made their choice to leave,” Dean yelled.

“Why would they choose to leave to a whole other state by themself? If they cared about you don't you think they would’ve stayed?” Dean clenched his jaw, walking away from you in silence before walking out of the hotel room.

---

You opened your eyes, blinking softly as you woke up to an unfamiliar place, different from the dark cell you had grown used to, inhaling deeply as you sat up.

“Oh my god,” before you had the chance to look around the room, Dean quickly ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Tears welled in your eyes in an instant, while you hugged him back, resting your head on his shoulder before closing your eyes, sniffling softly.

“I’m sorry.”

The two of you spoke at the same time, while he moved to sit next to you on the bed.

“I should've listened to you,” your voice broke as he stroked your hand softly.

“This isn't your fault. I shouldn't have told you to leave anyway,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Dean-”

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel fine,” your voice was still low as he put his hand on your cheek.

“I’m so sorry for always arguing with you and taking everything you do for me for granted, and I'm sorry that I never listen, and that I-” more and more tears rushed down your cheeks as Dean shushed you, wiping your tears.

“This isn't your fault. I know that no matter what I’ll still care about you and I know that you’ll always care about me,” you nodded softly, while Dean spoke.

“I'm just happy that you're safe now, okay?” he said.

You sniffled, giving him a slight smile before he wrapped his arm around you again, while you leaned onto his shoulder.

“Now come on, what do you say we get out of here? Go back home? I know Sam will be happy to see you,” Dean raised an eyebrow while you nodded.

“Great, now let’s go,” he held you close to him, before helping you up as the two of you made your way out of the room, holding onto each other.

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whateverthedragonswant · 4 years ago

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This scene

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Was definitely meant to contrast with this scene:

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Especially since we know how important that moment was to Eddie since it's in the montage of moments while Eddie is drowning in 3x15, taking place after the voiceover of "The family we chose".

4x03 was titled "Future Tense" and it's no coincidence that Eddie is worried about technology and that he's disconnecting the internet as Buck and Christopher are playing games, or that Christopher asks if they can go to his house to play video games and Eddie gives Buck that look of "Well?" with the clear implication of "Don't even." Eddie was comfortable, settled, and he was not ready to move on, made clear by 4x06. He was more than okay with the role Buck was fulfilling in his and Christopher's lives, and he wasn't ready for it to change.

Buck: "Welcome to the future."

Eddie: "Why does it sound terrifying to me?"

to then

Buck: "Okay, you know I was kidding the other day, right? About the spying?"

Eddie: "Were you? 'Cause ever since that call, every time I go online, there's an ad online for coffee makers. Read the news, coffee maker. Check the weather, coffee maker."

Buck: "Yeah, it's, uh, it's called targeted advertising."

Eddie: "I didn't even want a new coffee maker! The one I have is fine! I only mentioned that in front of you and Hildy."

Christopher: "Hildy? Are we getting a Hildy?"

Eddie: "No, we are definitely not!"

A coffeemaker...coffee that Ana had spilled on her when the car accident happened and burned her arm in 4x06. Coffee that in 4x06 Buck burns his tongue with (almost like it would make it hard for him to speak for a little bit funnily enough). Coffee that Buck gives to Taylor in 4x08. Coffee that Eddie and Ana refuse in 4x06 and then say "Jinx."

The universe had been screaming at him long before 4x06 and practically dragged Eddie across the "future" line kicking and digging his fingers into the ground. Even when Buck was looking to the future himself. So the universe decided to play dirty and use Buck to mention Ana in front of the 118 which led to Bobby telling Eddie he needed to move on.

But the more important point here is that Eddie wasn't ready. And this all falls in line with what Carla says in 4x13. He's only doing what he thinks is best for Christopher when it comes to Ana. Cemented by Eddie's expression right here in the end of 4x08, when asking Christopher about Ana:

"So, you're glad to see Ana?" And Eddie is carrying the same bowl of popcorn we see in the scene up top, he and Christopher are both bringing popcorn to Ana though Christopher's bowl isn't glass like Eddie's. The only time we see Christopher have a matching bowl is here:

In the same scene where Eddie has removed the "future" away from Buck and Christopher to a table in the other room, leaving the popcorn in front of them.

Which of course sends out a clear message: Not. Ready.

None of them were really ready for anything to change in their dynamic, regardless of Eddie dating or not. They had grown comfortable with the way things had settled between the three of them. Which is why Christopher struggles at first when Eddie tells him he's dating "a woman" and now has a "girlfriend". Which is also why Buck struggles with the change in 4x08. And also which is why Eddie says to Bobby: "I'm still not over it." Then quickly adds on: "Over her."

None of them quite knew what was coming down the pipe this season. And while my heart breaks for them, the theme I think the writers are going for (since they effectively separated them but did it in a way to allow outside people to come into this dynamic, for the family to evolve and grow, while also pointing out how these outside people don't really fit well into this family) is the whole quote of "Sometimes things need to fall apart in order to fall back together". Because it's like Bobby mentioned in 2x08: "Let no man tear asunder" when talking about the newlyweds and how he came up with the idea to save them from the car they crashed in. Because once that split or tear happens, if it comes back together (which I wholeheartedly believe it will), it can't be torn or ripped or broken again. And it will have an even stronger foundation and roots after weathering the storm so to speak.

So even though we're seeing this:

and this:

Nothing and no one, and I do mean no one, is going to break up that family. Especially since:

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Bonus:

Buck was always going to be the one looking to the future first and indirectly being the catalyst for Eddie's moving on:

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Eddie: "Thanks, Buck. Real funny."

Buck: "You're welcome."

#buddie #buck x eddie #otp: there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you #the buckley diaz family #911 fox #buddie meta #911posts

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sarija · 4 years ago

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@expectingtofly @starrynightdeancas

Here's my first ever written fanfic as a gift for @expectingtofly who never received her original gift from starrynightdeancas gift exchange. Enjoy 🙂

Words: 3657

Notes at the end of this post!

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“So I guess the question is,” Bobby asks, “What're ya gonna do now, Dean?”

Dean looks at baby, considering. He smiles back at Bobby and answers, “Well, I gotta go for a drive.”

After about ten miles, Dean pulls over. There's a lookout just a few steps from the road, and he follows the trail to the end, feeling overwhelmed by the info Bobby has given him. Cas is here. He helped Jack rebuilding Heaven. He remembers the last time he'd seen Cas. He would have given everything to see him again, to get him back, but all the efforts he and Sam had tried on Earth were useless. Now, there's a good chance he might see Cas again and he has no idea what to say to him.

At this moment, he feels the presence of someone beside him. Anxiously he turns around. For a moment, he hopes to see Cas, but instead, it's Jack and a warm feeling of relief washes over him. He doesn't know if he's ready just yet.

“Jack!” He exclaims, pulling Jack into a tight hug. “It's so good to see you, kid!”

Jack hugs him back, clapping him on the back before freeing himself. “Hey, Dean. It's good to see you too. I'm sorry I couldn't intervene...but I'm glad you are here.” Dean just shakes his head.

“You know, kid, Sam and I had an agreement of going down smashing, and this I did. I … I have no resentments over this.”

Jack offers him a short nod before saying, “Dean, I think there's someone who wants to see you. Are you ready?”

Dean then notices a figure standing way back, beside one of the bushes. He is ready. He has to be. He's been waiting so long to see him again, he can't even believe that he doubted he was ready in the first place. Dean swallows back a big lump in his throat. He walks a few steps. There he is. Just beside a big flowerbed, bees humming around busily, Dean sees him standing in the glow of the setting sun. He lets his eyes wander from the well-known boots upwards, over the hem of this trenchcoat he missed so damn much. The coat is glistening in the sunlight, it looks like it's giving off a light of itself. Over the blue tie, upwards, over the 5-o'clock beard, then those soft lips, further to these warm and blue eyes, deep like the ocean, light as a cloudless sky. And Cas is looking back at him, wondering, tilting his head just a little, the way he always did, back then when they were on Earth. Dean doesn't feel the single tear running down his cheek, he doesn't see Jack looking happily at him, he can only see Cas, standing there in the sun, looking like the most beautiful being he's ever seen in his whole life. Cas, his friend, his family, his angel and most importantly – the love of his life.

He steps forward slowly, afraid that this is just a dream, one of those damned dreams he's had over the weeks after Cas had been gone, had thrown himself into the Empty. In his dreams, Cas was there, waiting for him, but all of a sudden, he'd be gone, swallowed up by a big nothingness, or bursting out in flames and screaming in pain, or saying 'I love you, Dean' but retreating while Dean wanted to get to him, to hug him, to hold him, until his angel was gone and away.

But Cas is still there, smiling now, looking at Dean with his amazingly blue eyes. He lifts his hands and whispers “Dean” and Dean can't keep it any longer. He takes the last steps in a few fast strides and falls into Cas' arms, pulling him into a tight hug and crying silent tears onto his shoulder. Cas starts stroking his hair, softly, hushing and repeating all over “It's okay, Dean” until they both break apart. Dean doesn't want to let go of Cas, he holds his arms, looks at him over and over, but he can't find the words to describe how much this means to him. So he just stands there, breathing heavily, watching him, until he feels Cas' hand upon his cheeks, wiping away the tears on Dean's face. And all of a sudden, Dean knows there's no need to hold anything back anymore, there's no need to hide anything, because there's nothing here to threaten them. Nothing is going to take Cas away ever again.

Dean swallows, clears his throat.

“Cas... I …You ... How?” is all he manages.

Cas shakes his head. “I'll tell you later. We've got all the time in the world now.” He looks at Jack, who is still standing a little way behind them, smiling. “Now, who wants to have some dinner?”

They take the Impala to drive to Cas' place. While Dean is driving, he's absurdly aware of Cas sitting beside him in the passenger's seat. He even feels the intensity of Cas' eyes upon him, until he finally blurts out, “Hey buddy, it's good to see you too but – could you please stop staring at me? I'm not a freak show, y'know?” At that, Jack snorts loudly in the back, clapping Dean on his shoulder. He doesn't say anything else, but Dean knows that he's enjoying this moment as much as he is. He sends a small smile to Jack and Cas, but Cas has turned his face away from him, looking out of the window instead, chin in his hand. For a moment, Dean worries if his words had hurt the angel. This would be the last thing he'd want to do, especially on the first day of meeting him again. He wonders if he should say something, anything, to make sure everything's fine. But what should he say? Tell him he didn't mean it? He never was a man of apologies, and Cas knows that. He just wanted him to look away, cause his staring was so freaking distracting. He wants to return his gaze, he wants to never stop looking into those amazing eyes, eyes that had seen so much, eyes that had looked so worried at times, Dean almost couldn't even bare it. He wants Cas to be happy, to smile, to forget the bad stuff he'd lived through. And now he'd said something that hurt him. Why was it so hard to just take it back? He never knew, cause right at this moment Jack spoke up.

“It's the light blue house over there, Dean. Just drive up to the front, there's a parking spot for you beside Cas' car.”

Dean drives as being told, parking beside a yellow-brown-ish '78 Lincoln Continental. He recognizes it instantly, it's the same car Cas had been using whenever he wanted to get something done on his own, and Cas had always seemed pretty fond of it. It brings back a lot of memories and Dean starts smiling involuntary.

They get out of Dean's car and step up the front porch. Cas takes the lead, opening the white door for them, welcoming both into his home. Dean risks a quick glance at him before entering. Cas doesn't seem to be hurt anymore, he looks pleased and happy. And Dean thinks he understands why.

Dean enters the hallway, looking around and taking in as many details as he can. There is a kitchen to his right, with wooden fronts and very clean. Right ahead there's an arc, decorated with roses in different colours – red, white, yellow, lilac and pale blue. They are rooted in two pink flower pots, one on either side of the arc. To his left are two wooden doors. He guesses that one would probably lead to the bathroom, the other one he's got no idea. They walk through the arc, entering a really big living room, bright and clear. The windows here let the sun warm up the room just enough to feel right, and the light-colored furniture reflects rays of sunshine without blinding them. 'It's perfect', Dean thinks to himself, wondering where Cas got those pictures of them and Sam in the bunker. One of the photos shows them with their hands on one another's shoulders, smiling into the camera. Dean can see his own forced smile, dark circles under wary looking eyes. He takes the photograph of it's shelf, looking at him, Cas and Sam. Sammy. He's looking back at him out of the picture, smiling and waving and looking contend and happy.

“Dean.”

He forces himself to put the photo back on the shelf and turns around to see Cas standing in the doorway.

“You know, he's not a freak show,” Cas mimics, but Dean can see he's worried.

“Thanks, Cas. I know. It's just … I hope he's alright, I hope he's living a good life down there, but -”

“You miss him.” Cas finishes. It's not a question, it's a statement.

“Yeah, man,” is all he can answer. He turns around to wipe at something in his eyes, then turns again and asks, “When will we be eating?”

“In a few minutes. We're waiting for … someone to arrive here, it won't be much longer now.”

Just as Cas finishes his sentence, they hear a soft knock on the door and someone entering the house.

“Who is this?” Dean asks, but Cas is already on his way to the kitchen and Dean just follows.

–

Dean still can't believe it. He just finished his second helping of T-Bone-Steak, mashed potatoes and fried rice, everything as delicious as he'd hoped for (he'd left out the vegetables). His stomach is full and he leans back really satisfied. This is amazing. He hadn't given a thought to the fact that now that he was in Heaven, he might meet his mom and dad again. Seeing all of them on this table in Cas' dining room – Mary and John, Cas, Jack and Bobby – laughing, eating, smiling, talking about things they did 'down there' and things to do 'up here', it was unbelievable. Dean watches all of them closely. They look so full of joy he can't help grinning like an idiot. His mom is laughing hard from a joke of John and Dean enjoys to see her relaxed and free of worries. His dad claps her on the back, then starts to stroke her gently. He too looks unstressed, there's no trace of the old, haunted John in his face anymore. Even Bobby, though still being his grumpy self, seems pleased.

“Alright, Dean, I think it's time for a little storytime.” Cas watches him intently as he explains, “I think you wanted to know how I could escape The Empty and start my new life here.”

All eyes are upon Cas now. Mary puts the plates away, coming back with two six-packs of beer. She hands everyone a beer and Cas starts talking.

“As most of you know, I went with The Empty willingly, keeping my side of the deal we had made way back. Several months ago, there was a problem at hand. The Empty wanted to keep Jack. I told her to take me instead of him and she agreed to that but wanted to be sure to crush me. So she told me that she wouldn't just swap - she'd come and get me as soon as I would be truly happy. And that she did. When we talked, Dean, I had made a choice”. At this, Cas sends him the slightest smile, which makes Dean want to forgive him in an instant. “Well, as you know, this choice led to me being taken by that bitch. For a while, I lay there in nothingness, black nothing all around me, and I hoped to fall asleep, which I knew was sure to happen to everyone The Empty had swallowed. But not me. She wouldn't let me sleep because I had been an inconvenience to her. She wouldn't visit me either. I lay there until I couldn't lie anymore, I sat there for hours and hours, and finally, I stood up. There was no way to give up this easy, The Empty couldn't be invincible, right?” They all nod, fascinated by his story. Jack even has his eyes closed. Another big gulp of beer, then Cas goes on. “So I wandered around, screaming and trying to punch the Nothingness. I called her a lot of stuff just to get her attention, but it was useless. In the end, I stumbled and fell on my knees and was none-the-wiser. But that was the moment I realized it. There was nothing to be done for me alone. But there was someone who had already conquered The Empty, who had woken me up last time, who would maybe be able to do something about my situation. And even though I didn't want to involve him, I saw no other choice. So I prayed. And I was answered.”

“But I prayed too, why did I never get an answer?” Dean sputters out. Instantly, he feels the heat of shame crawling up his neck, but he still locks eyes with Jack, who has finally opened them.

“I heard you, Dean. And I am very sorry. I knew this would disappoint you, but there was no way for me to interfere down there anymore. I couldn't answer, because I couldn't bear to tell you. I am sorry.” Dean swallows hard, then Jack continues, “Then I heard Castiel. And I realized that I wasn't about to interfere down there – but The Empty was not down there, and there were several changes to be made, changes that were overdue.

I gathered up all the strength I could master. I summoned those around me who were willing to help. Gabriel was the first to respond. It might not surprise you that he had taken advantage of everyone assuming him dead, submerging into the benefits of a random gambler's life outside the radar. Yet when I called out to ask the help of every angel available, he immediately came to my side to be of assistance.

Michael was second to answer my call. He asked a lot of questions, wondering if he could trust me. He was hardest to convince – but wanted The Empty gone as much as I did. So he stayed and helped.

Most of the other living angels came to stand with us, but we still weren't enough. So I started to wake up the deceased. This was rather dangerous, as I didn't want The Empty to know something was up too soon. But Cas here did a great job – when I had awoken an angel, he'd find him and explain the matter, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once we had gathered quite a number of angels, they took their positions, waiting for my command. First step was to lure The Empty out of her hiding place. Hannah, Anna, Gadreel and Joshua did a great job with that! They annoyed her one after the other, to the point she wanted to throw them all out. Next step was to surround and distract her. So everyone did their best to get her attention, circling her in further. Then the tricky part started. While the inside angels surrounded her, kept her encircled and disturbed, enraging her further to keep her at that spot, we on the outside started to open up a crack, getting others out of there. Gabriel took an essential part here, building up an illusion to cover our crack. As soon as we had Jane and Raphael, I knew it was time to finish it, because the inside angels were taking hit after hit.

With the help of Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Jane, I managed to take hold of The Empty. Like Chuck did with Amara, we cast her out, chaining her up in the same lonely dimension Amara had once been held in. Michael sacrificed his powers to bear the new Mark that still was needed to have her caged.”

Jack pauses for a moment, takes a sip from his beer and watches the others. Mary and John are holding hands on the table, switching short glances now and then. Bobby looks like he's fallen asleep already, beer still clutched in his hand. Castiel seems to be entranced by Jack's story, elbows on the table, chin resting on his folded hands. A small smile playes on his lips and Dean notices how beautiful Cas' face looks when being relaxed. He doesn't know if he's even allowed to think this way, but he can't help it. He tries to focus on the story again.

“So, you cast her out. I guess the angels on the inside got out – seeing as Cas is here. But what about the other creatures this thing had held for an eternity?”

“Yes, that.” Jack answered, nodding. “I assumed it would be no good to send them all with The Empty. Instead, Jane and me enlarged the Purgatory, sent every monstrous creature down there and asked Rowena to magnify the intensity of their 'door'. In return she'd get the demon souls sent to Hell, and she willingly agreed to that.”

“Great.” Dean states, “more demons for her, no big deal.”

“Dean,” Cas whispers, obviously annoyed by this interruption.

“I don't like the idea of giving her more power, alright? It's no good. Rowena will use this somehow to do something bad, you know her, Cas!”

“Yes, Dean, I do know her. That's why Jack is keeping an eye on things. I thought you'd be happy to know that we all are safe now. I thought you'd be happy to see … me.”

All eyes are on Dean now, which makes him shift in his seat, feeling pretty uncomfortable.

“Man, you know I'm happy about … this all. I'm just wondering what this means for those left on Earth.”

“You mean Sam.”

Dean nods, not sure if he's able to answer right now.

Jack jumps in. “Don't worry, Dean. He's safe. I am sure of it – I can see it. Please believe me that no harm will come upon him as long as I'm here.”

This really does reassure him and he takes a big swig of his beer. He nods, satisfied for now. Then another thought comes to him.

“What about the angels you saved from The Empty? What exactly happened to them?”

“Oh, that's easy. Every deceased angel got a second chance. I made sure their loyalties were with me, then I sent them to work. There's a lot to do up here, and most angels are glad to be able to help. Michael is an exception though. As I said, he's had to sacrifice his powers to bear the new Mark, so he's powerless now. He's in hiding ...” Jake grins, “but I think … he'll bee alright.

With The Empty being gone, there were new rules to administer. Every monstrous creature – minus the demons - that dies from now on will find himself in purgatory. Demons that die will find themselves in Hell, but powerless. Rowena told me she's got some 'lovely tasks' for them. And every angel that meets his end will come back up here, being powerless but having a place to call home.”

Home. Dean looks around, taking in this wonderful place that Cas can now call his home. He loves this idea, and he feels quiet content with knowing all this.

After this, they switch the topic to easier stuff. Their conversation is light now, mostly about stuff to do in Mary's and John's house, like fixing a little hole in their roof, or repainting their furniture. John even asks if Dean would help him restore a '64 Ford Falcon and Dean eagerly agrees to be there tomorrow. But after a while of talking about the ups and downs of this special car, Mary stifles a wide yawn and John laughs. “It's time I guess! Thank you for this wonderful dinner and a great evening guys. Guess we'll see each other next week?”

“Same time, same place,” Cas answers grinning. “See you tomorrow, Dean,” John says and pulls him into a tight hug. Mary ruffles through his hair before hugging him, then she too says good-bye. Jack wakes up Bobby, half-pulling him out of his chair and tells him that it's time to get home. Bobby grunts, gives Dean a nod, and walks out the front door without another word, probably too tired to speak. Last to say goodnight is Jack, and he pulls both Dean and Cas into a big hug. They clap his back, and Dean thinks he can hear Cas whisper 'I'm proud of you' into Jack's ear. They all say good-night, then Jack is gone too. Closing the door behind Jack, Cas turns around to Dean, watches him closely, a slight pink shade on his cheeks.

“There's a guest room down the hall if you want to...” he leaves his sentence unfinished, but Dean understands.

He looks Cas in the eyes, feeling his heart suddenly hammering against his chest. There were words he wanted to say, but he doesn't remember. He's surprised – all those years down there, he had to hold everything back, and he has no fucking idea how he did that. Cas' eyes are still watching him, asking silent questions. Throwing cautions in the wind, Dean finally closes the distance and pulls Cas into a gentle kiss, hands on his cheeks. After a moment of surprise, Cas kisses him back, his lips soft and warm, and lays his hands around Deans waist. Their kiss seems to take an eternity, Dean has no feeling of time anymore, he just feels Cas' lips on his, and he knows that this is his happy place. His peace. His... he allows himself to think the word – his home.

Notes:

This fic is a gift for @expectingtofly on tumblr as part of the starrynightdeancas gift exchange. It's my first-ever written fanfic and I'd love to know what you think about it! I had a lot of fun writing this, creating my own kind of fix-it fiction. Also, I tried to stay canonical – with one exception, because I will never accept that the trickster was truly finished off!

Please note that I’m not a native speaker and there might be some spelling and grammar mistakes. I’m sorry! But I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

Have fun reading and leave a comment if you like <3

Not yet posted on AO3, still waiting for my invitation. I’ll have you updated as soon as I can post it there!

#starrynightdeancas gift exchange #first fanfic #destiel #destiel is canon #canonverse #Also non-canonverse cause I don't believe in your reality #Fluff #Sappy #POV Dean Winchester #Gabriel's alive in my reality

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kouomi · 4 years ago

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Summary: Atsumu looks back on your relationship and finds himself longing for the person he called home (Miya Atsumu x f!reader)

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, heavy angst, mentions of death, fighting

Word count: 2,708

A/N: italicized parts are in the past! lil heads up this is not edited!! Someone please hug Tsumu cause I made myself sad writing this

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Posted: March 14th 2021, 8:30 AM EST

“‘Tsumu!” You gasp as your flung onto the couch, a chorus of laughter following your cry. The two of you tumbled around for a few moments before Atsumu pins your hands to your side, a leg on either side of your hips as he grins at his victory.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, knowing all too well what the mischievous glint in his eye meant. Your warning is too late, however, as his hands move to attack your sides sending you into a flurry of laughter. Tears pricked at your eyes as he mercilessly continued to tickle you, his own laughs of amusement being heard over yours.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard ya.”

“You win! Stop!”

Seemingly satisfied with your call of forfeit Atsumu draws his hands away from your sides, only to fall on top of you making a squeal pass your lips. His arms loop around your waist as you tried to shove

Atsumus eyes nervously scanned the large crowd as he stepped out on to the court, the loud cheers and blaring band falling upon deaf ears as all he could hear was his thoughts whizzed by faster than he could focus on one. It was his first game of high school and while he was able to hide it well, below the surface of his facade he was swelling with nerves and worries. What if he messed up his serve? What if he did something to lose the game for the third years? What if something he did this game made the entire team turn on him like they did in middle school?

Before he could fully process what was happening the referee passed him the ball, hundreds of eyes following its course into his hands. Taking a deep breath, Atsumu spun the ball in his hands.

Don’t mess up.

How many steps do I take?

Is this too far?

What if I throw it up wrong?

Don’t. Mess. Up.

“Go Atsumu!”

The sudden call of his name pulls him out of his thoughts, his attention being drawn back towards the crowd. After a few moments of searching his eyes meet yours, a sense of calm washing over him as you smile back at him. She came, he thought to himself, his own smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. With you there, surely everything would be

“Y/n, can ya please let me in?”

“Go away!”

Atsumu sighs as he leans his head on the bathroom door, his hand once again trying the handle though the lock prevents it from turning.

It was a stupid fight, one that’d been building up over time that suddenly boiled over causing you both to explode at each other. Both of you had said things you didn’t mean, harsh words being thrown at each other since you arrived home. Your throats had gone raw from trying to speak over each other but you both refused to back down, tunnel vision preventing you from hearing one another out as you pressed to prove you were right.

Looking on what you’d said now having been sitting outside the bathroom for about an hour he understood why you’d been upset and, while he didn’t quite want to admit it, you were in the right.

While he knew this now, it didn’t help what had gotten him in this situation in the first place. At the peak of your screaming match he found himself blinded by anger and words he’d never thought he’d ever say to you passed his lips, rolling off his tongue before he realized what he was saying.

“All I’m saying is I want to spend some more time with you! Is that really too much to ask?” You asked, exasperated.

“Ya knew when we started dating how busy I am!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Why are ya suddenly so mad about it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you spend more time with your fan girls than with your actual girlfriend!”

“Really? Yer pulling that? It’s not my fault yer so needy Y/n, I’m not gonna drop my practices just to make ya happy all the time!”

“If you think I’m needy why don’t you go date one of the girls who keep throwing themselves at you?”

“Maybe I should! They’d probably be less annoying than ya!”

“‘Tsumu, wait-“

“What? Finally realizing how easily I could replace ya? Yer the one who suggested it, remember?” He scoffs, ignoring how you’d shrunken, “Ya should be thankful for the time ya get with me, cause if not there’s other girls who could take yer place. I don’t need ya.”

As soon as he said it he froze, almost not believing that those words had actually come out of his mouth. The look on your face unfortunately proved it to be true, however, as he could see the way it seemed as if all of the fight and anger had been drained out of you leaving you with a hollow expression. You but your lip as you shook your head and shoved your way past him, ignoring all attempts he made at stopping you as you slammed the bathroom door in his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry okay? Can ya unlock the door so we can talk?”

“Leave me alone, Atsumu.”

He felt a pull at his heart at the slight crack in your voice followed by quiet sniffling, guilt threatening to swallow him whole as he realized you were crying because of him.

Unable to put up with you locking yourself away any longer, Atsumu grabbed a bobby-pin from your room and got to work unlocking the door with it, successfully doing so after a few minutes. Almost as soon as the door swung open he’s kneeling on the ground beside where you were curled into a ball, frantically scanning his mind for something to do.

“Y/n...” He says, reaching a hand out to brush your hair away from your face.

He cringes when you flinch, temporarily drawing back before reaching out again this time wrapping his arms around your shuttering frame. Though you temporarily resisted, ultimately you found yourself melting into his embrace as you adjusted to wrap your arms around his torso. Atsumu pulls you into his lap, one of his hands cradling the back of your head as you cried into his shirt while the other ran up and down your back. The two of you sat there until your tears slowed to a stop, Atsumu not daring to move a muscle in fear of scaring you off.

“You really are an asshole, Atsumu.” You mumble, your grip on the fabric of his tshirt tightening.

“I know.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. Yer the best girlfriend I could ever ask for, no one else even begins to compare. And yer right, I’m not spending enough time with ya but I’ll try to, okay? I love ya so much.”

“I

The two of you lay on the couch in your living room, the only sound being that of the TV you’d turned on for background noise when your boyfriend had appeared at your front door. You’d anticipated his arrival, having watched the game against Karasuno on your phone the day before and such expected the defeated and angry atmosphere that surrounded him.

Atsumu lay on top of you with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, holding himself in place against you. One of your hands rested on the back of his head that rested on your chest as the other ran up and down his back, paying attention to rub in the patterns you knew he liked. He hadn’t said a word since he arrived other than a short “missed ya”, having passed all welcomes in favor of clinging to you, his body melting into yours. After the loss at nationals he had wanted nothing more than to curl up in your arms, the long trip home seeming to go slower as he counted down the seconds until he could finally be here.

“You did really good.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he tensed slightly. “I’m proud of you.”

“It wasn’t good enough.” Atsumu says, voice weak compared to its usual light hearted tone. “I lost the game for everyone.”

“You weren’t the only one playing, ‘Tsum. It isn’t all one person’s fault. But you are one of the reasons you guys were even able to get that far, yeah? Don’t beat yourself up over one play.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he processes your words, as if trying to decide if he’ll believe you or not. He moves his head upwards so he can nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, the feeling of a tear falling onto your skin pulling at your heart as you give him a small squeeze.

“It’s just- it was-“ He stutters, his words shaky and ultimately cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he tries to hold back his tears.

“I know.” You murmur, “But you’re still the best setter there is, y’know? And the best boyfriend, best teammate, best looking; you’re so much more than that one game.”

“...Best looking twin?” He asks quietly.

You laugh, “Yes.”

The sound fills his ears, providing him with a sense of comfort no words or actions had been able to. You always knew the right things to say, to do, to comfort him and make him feel better when he was at his lowest and felt ready to give up. Something about you warded off all of the negatives and filled the air around you with warmth. Something about you felt like home. Something about you made him sure that one day, he was going to m

that’s how things between the two of you went, always being cut off too soon. All of his memories with you, each I love you, each kiss, each quiet afternoon spent cuddling on the couch watching movies, everything was ended before it was supposed to. Even your relationship went that way, being cut off, suddenly forced to a stop before it could even really begin. Each memory was halted right in the middle, part of each story missing making them feel impartial and almost fake with holes in their plots and the endings missing. Everything was so vivid, yet so vividly fading at the same time it terrified him that he was losing what little left he had of you. Details faded away so all he was left was glimpses of a memory that didn’t even feel like his anymore; left looking through a foggy window on to a life he wished he still had.

Every day without you felt bland. No longer did he have your soft voice scratchy with sleep whispering in his ear in the mornings; your fingers lacing with his as you wandered around the shops; your body searching for his warmth during the night. The apartment that had once belonged to the both of you was now void of your glowing presence, the air stiff and too quiet without you. His happy, care-free smile had faded from his face and become less frequent as he found himself wondering what he was supposed to do without the one person he could call home.

“I got invited to play for the Olympics next year.” Atsumu says, not quite as enthusiastic as it should be, “Ya always said I’d get there one day.”

No response comes.

“It really sucks without ya here, Y/n.” He continues, feeling his throat start to constrict, “I miss ya. A lot.

It’s already been a year, can ya believe that? I don’t want to believe it. A whole year with ya gone. It’s just... not right.

Sometimes I forget for a few minutes, and I think yer gonna be there when I open the door just like ya always were. It scares me, cause I can’t remember everything, even yer voice is a little gone without the videos. I could never forget yer smile though, even with all the pictures. I think that’s my favorite thing about ya.

I really took everything for granted. I wish I could go back and just hold ya, one more time. One more kiss. One more time hearing ya say I love you. Just something to hold onto. It’s not right, nothings right without ya here. Ya were the reason I was always so happy, ya made everything seem so much brighter, but now it’s just... bland. It’s like I can’t be happy without ya, I don’t wanna be happy without ya.” He stops to wipe his face of the tears that’d begun to fall, though new ones quickly slip into the tracks of the old.

“I wish you’d just come back. Sometimes I get mad at ya, for leaving me here alone, but ya know I can’t stay made atcha for long. It just hurts, knowing yer not coming back... Yer not coming back.”

He hits his lip, the air in his lungs feeling to heavy as if it’s trying to suffocate him from the inside. Everything falls on him at once, like a thick sheet of snow covering everything in sight and leaving him cold and numb yet burning and screaming at the same time. You’re gone. His Y/n, his beautiful wonderful, amazing Y/n, was gone. Everything hurt, every breath, every small movement of his body as it shook with sobs, every nerve; everything hurt as he longed for something that was so painfully taken away.

“Please Y/n/n... I don’t know what to do without ya.” He cries, eyes squeezing shut, “I miss ya, just please... come back to me.”

Still no response. The only sound being Atsumus cries muffled by the snow he sat buried in.

Atsumu barely notices the hand placed on his shoulder, only acknowledging the other person when they call his name.

“Hey.” Osamu starts, glancing down at his brother with eyes heavy with concern before flickering back up. “Do ya wanna minute?”

He doesn’t respond, another cry being answer enough as he feels his body collapsing in on itself. Risking his legs giving out beneath him, Atsumu stands and throws his arms around his twin, desperately clinging to him as if trying to find an anchor to the world. Osamu didn’t say anything as he held the blonde, feeling his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes at seeing his brother so torn and distraught.

He’d known this was going to happen today, that no amount of words would even begin to fill the void within him and every attempt at comfort would fall upon deaf ears so he didn’t try. Instead, he sat there. For a time unbeknownst to the pair they sat on a bench Osamu was able to coax Atsumu towards, no words daring break the silent agreement they’d made to not speak. They sat there until Atsumus heavy sobs eventually eased to a dull crying and he pulled away, eyes meeting his brothers for a moment as if to thank him before he let his head fall back on to the bench to face the sky.

“Come on.” Osamu said quietly, standing and waiting for the other to follow. He does after a moments pause, eyes lingering on the grave he’d sat beside and tracing over your name before he lets out a heavy, shaky sigh and started walking away, ignoring his mind that screamed at him to stay.

“Let’s get ya home.”

Atsumu obliged but he knew that part of him lay within you, that where ever you went, no matter how far was where his home was; that, without you, away from you, he’d never truly be home again. So he left, leaving with you the pieces of himself he’d given away and the memories that failed to fully reanimate with hopes that maybe, if he couldn’t be with you now at least you could find your way back to him, waiting for you to fall into his arms and bring him wherever you had settled; the place he so desperately longed for: home.

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toosicktoocare · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Your fics are beautiful. May I please request a Buck and Eddie prompt where Buck is having a terrible day (feeling anxious, sad and insecure) and his boyfriend Eddie is the only one that notices and comforts Buck?

hi, this made me a lil sad.

There’s nothing, Buck thinks, that can truly compare to the newfound anxiety that comes at the mere sight of rushing water. It steals his breath, two cold hands wrapping around his lungs, forcing his heart into slow motion. It takes him back; it always takes him back to the first large, swelling wave, to the bodies floating in the water, to Christopher, who, despite everything, kept a brave face when Buck felt like he was ripping at the seams.

He stares at the young girl barely holding onto the life float that’s thethered to a long rope at the back of a boat. Her screams start to sound like Christopher’s screams, and the river water’s rushing too loudly, too close. He can almost feel it pounding against his eardrums, muffling sound around him, all but the screams for help.

“She’s not too far out. We should be able to prep the life raft in time.”

Bobby’s quiet on Buck’s side, and Buck knows why. A girl her age against a strong current, the product of an afternoon storm? Even if they were able to inflate the life raft and get it onto the water, they’d have to take more time securing it, and that’s time that little girl doesn’t have. As it is, her head’s barely bobbing above water, and he parents, thrown close enough to shore when the boat flipped, are understanably hysterical.

“Start prepping the life raft,” Bobby calls out, and while Eddie and Chimney race back to the truck, with Hen trying to assess the parents, Buck takes a step closer to the riverbank, his eyes never leaving the girl’s struggling frame. He can feel the anxiety begin to swell and loom over him, cold, dark, almost suffocating, and every inch of his being wants to back away, to remain safely planted on dry land. But, when the girl’s head dips below the water and doesn’t resurface, when Bobby’s shouting over his shoulder for the others to hurry the hell up, Buck takes a few steps back, briefly works around how quick he’ll have to swim to get to the girl, and then he runs.

“Wait, no- Buck!”

Buck hits the water in a swan dive, and he’s immediately overwhelmed. Water slaps at his face, burns in his eyes, pushes into his mouth, but his legs are already kicking hard, and he’s forcing his arms through strong, gliding motions, just making it to the life float before the current grabs him. He loops one arm through the float and wraps the other around the girl’s waist, pulling her back above the water. She coughs and sputters, and Buck manages a warm smile despite the cold water all around them.

“Hi, I’m Buck! You okay?”

“Tired,” the girl mutters, and Buck nods knowingly.

He can hear the others shouting at the bank, can hear her parents screaming her name. “Suzie, right? Listen, I’m going to do all the work now, okay? You’ve done a fantastic job, but I’ve got it from here. All I need you to do is hang on to me, okay?”

“Okay, Bucky.”

Buck hears that name from one person only, and just as it comes from Christopher’s small voice, the single use of a silly nickname slips past Buck’s rib cage to tighten around his heart. He whips his gaze around, panicked, to see the life raft already hitting the water and starting toward them, secured by a rope tied to the ladder truck.

It takes roughly a minute to reach them, and the second it’s close enough, Buck’s twisting around and lifting the girl up just enough for Eddie to reach over and grab her. He’s pulled up next, and though he wants to instinctively curl up against Eddie, he swallows back that need for comfort and pulls all his attention toward Suzie instead, answering Eddie’s questions about her condition until the raft’s being pulled back onto the riverbank.

It’s not until Buck’s stepping out of the raft, his feet hitting solid ground, that he can fully breathe again. It comes in more of a rough gasp of air, but it’s enough to release some of the tension sitting heavy on his lungs. He watches as Suzie’s parents rush over, the whole motion going by slow and quiet, and then a jacket’s being draped over his shoulders, and he doesn’t need to look to know it’s Eddie’s turnout coat.

He sags against Eddie, and Eddie’s arm wraps around his waist.

“You okay?”

Buck only nods, and Eddie guides him over to the truck.

***

“All changed?”

Buck turns from his locker, slipping his other arm into his jacket sleeve, still feeling a little cold. He nods, and Bobby’s smile drops in the blink of an eye.

“Good. My office. Now.”

“Bobby,” Eddie tries, abandoning his seat on the bench behind Buck. “Is this really necessary-”

“-I didn’t ask for your opinion, Diaz.”

Bobby turns to leave, and Buck winces as the door slams.

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie starts, frowning. “I mean, I agree that what you did was incredibly stupid, but I don’t know that that girl would have made it if you hadn’t jumped in. Surely Bobby knows this-”

“It’s okay,” Buck interrupts, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Really. I’ll be right back.”

“Buck-”

Buck cranes his neck down slightly to brush a light kiss to Eddie’s lips, lingering just for a moment. “I’ll be right back,” he repeats, his voice no louder than a whisper, and though Eddie’s eyes look like he wants to say more, he gives with a low sigh.

“Fine.”

Buck smiles, giving Eddie’s hand a tight squeeze, but when he turns away, his smile falters, and he keeps his head low as he climbs the stairs and steps into Bobby’s office.

Bobby motions for Buck to have a seat, but Buck keeps himself close to the door, crossing his arms and dropping his back to the wall.

“How many times are we going to have this talk, Buck?”

Buck frowns. “She was drowning, Bobby. What was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for direct orders.”

“She didn’t have time,” Buck argues. “She-”

“-Insubordination.”

Buck pauses, jaw going slack. “What?”

“I’m contemplating writing you up for insubordination.”

“Bobby,” Buck drags out, pushing off the wall and crossing the office until he’s right in front of Bobby’s desk. “I saved her.”

“You didn’t listen.”

“Look, Bobby, it’s not that I wanted to go against your orders. It’s just... She didn’t have time, Bobby. I had to do something.” Buck swallows thickly, staring hard at Bobby’s tight jaw.

“Listen, Buck. A good firefighter follows the captain’s instructions. I need you to obey my orders, okay?” Bobby’s voice is calm; he doesn’t yell, but Buck’s face still falls, and he breathes a small nod.

“Got it, Cap,” he mutters, glancing to the door. When Bobby nods, he slips out quickly, thankful for the alarm ringing overhead because he’s not sure he wants to smile through the sympathetic looks he’s bound to receive.

***

Buck spent the rest of his calls hesitating, going to dive into action but faltering and waiting for Bobby’s orders, and all the while, he couldn’t shake Bobby’s words from his head: a good firefighter.

He declined going out after their shift, assuring everyone he’s fine and just a little tired from his unplanned swim today, and his drive back to his apartment was suffocatingly silent. All he could hear were Bobby’s words: a good firefighter.

He flops down onto his bed and curls into himself on his side. He’s a good firefighter, right? He saves lives everyday, and yes, he knows he can be a little reckless, but every call is a ticking clock, and with each passing second, they could lose a life. So, reckless is necessary, isn’t it? He’s not intentionally disobeying Bobby, he just-

“Buck? You in here?”

Buck doesn’t move when he hears Eddie’s voice, or when he hears the front door close. He draws his knees tighter to his chest, thankful his back is to the stairs.

“Buck?”

Eddie’s voice is a lot closer now, and Buck can hear the concern so loud in his soft tone. The bed dips at Buck’s back, and Buck sighs quietly when Eddie’s hand finds his hip.

“Are you okay?”

Buck hums a non-verbal affirmative, and he rolls his neck until he’s pressing his face into the bed.

“Want to try that again? You’re a really bad liar, even when you aren’t talking.”

Buck stays quiet, and Eddie stands and walks around the bed until he’s kneeling close to Buck’s face.

“Look at me. Please?”

Eddie’s voice is soft but demanding, and Buck slowly rolls his head until he’s facing Eddie. “Hey.”

Eddie’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Hi. What’s going on? You’ve been off all day.” There’s a deep-set crease in Eddie’s forehead, and Buck focuses on that because he can’t meet Eddie’s eyes.

“Do you think I’m a good firefighter?”

“What? Yes. Why would you ask that?”

Buck sighs and forces himself into a sitting position, his boots hitting the floor beside Eddie. He hunches forward, dropping his elbows atop his knees.

“Bobby said a good firefighter listens to their captain.”

Eddie frowns and drops down onto the bed beside Buck. “He’s just worried about you. I think he loses a year off his life everytime you throw yourself into danger.” Eddie pauses. “I know I do.”

Buck jerks a heated glare toward Eddie, and he makes to get off the bed, but Eddie yanks tightly at his arm, and he falls back against the bed. In seconds, Eddie’s got him pinned down, his chest flush against Buck’s, and either hand pressed against the bed beside Buck’s head.

“Eddie, I’m not really in the mood-”

“-Yeah, I’m not here for that,” Eddie drags out, voice flat, but just as quickly, it softens. “Do you know what you do every single day, Buck?”

Buck stays quiet, swallowing thickly.

“You save lives. Everday. It’s no ‘them or you’ scenario; it’s always them. Are you reckless? Damn straight. Does it scare the absolute hell out of me? Endlessly. But, at the end of the day, I know it’s our job, and you,” Eddie raises one hand, jabbing lightly at Buck’s chest, “are the best firefighter I know.”

Buck’s eyes sting with tears he blinks back. “Sure that’s not just your bias talking?”

“I know you’re still freaked out by water after the tsunami, and yet, you jumped into that river today to save that girl. That’s what good firefighters do, Buck.”

Buck tries to look away, but Eddie’s fingers wrap around his chin, keeping their eyes locked in place.

“You’re a good firefighter, Evan. I know it. Our team knows it. Bobby knows it. We just don’t want to see you get hurt... again.”

Buck can feel loose tears slipping down his face, small drops clinging to his warm skin, and then Eddie’s dropping his entire body against Buck and tucking his arms under Buck until he’s completely engulfing him, warm and heavy.

“Eddie. I can’t breathe,” Buck tries, and Eddie only squeezes him tighter.

“Tough. I don’t want to see you cry, so you’re stuck like this until you stop.”

Buck breathes out a weak laugh, smiling around his tears when Eddie nuzzles his nose to Buck’s neck. For a moment, all Buck can feel is Eddie’s heartbeat against his chest. He can smell Eddie’s aftershave lingering along his jaw. For a moment, it’s just Eddie, and his tears fade, leaving his cheeks faintly damp.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“Anytime, “Eddie starts, breath warm against Buck’s neck, “Firefighter Buckley.”

#911 fox #9-1-1 #buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #9-1-1 fox #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #emotional whump #emotional hurt/comfort

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years ago

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Too Late For An Apology

Word Count: 1,823

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; John Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight torture, slight TW: abuse, but doesn’t go too in depth

A/N: i’m sorry my posting schedule sucks now oof

A/N 2: Thanks to my fav bitch @tragedy-of-sorts for reading and also for being my fav

A/N 3: The reader’s like six years younger than Dean, two younger than Sam

Masterlist

You heard your doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, while you shot your head up, looking at the clock next to you. It was 3 in the morning. You frowned slightly, reaching for your gun before slipping out of bed, looking through the eyehole.

“Dad?” you opened the door, revealing your father showing up in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you wrapped your arms around John, still in shock.

“Dad, what are you doing here? And at this time?” he walked into your apartment before you closed the door, turning on the lights.

“I have a lead. Hunting the demon that killed your mother. I’ll need your help,” he started.

You felt chills going down your spine.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” you asked.

“Sam went away to college, and Dean’s off somewhere, on a hunt probably,” he replied.

“Wouldn't either of them be able to help you better? I haven't hunted in two years, Dad,” you kept your voice low.

“They can’t know. They’ll mess everything up, you know how your brothers are. We leave tomorrow, okay?” you nodded your head softly, before going to pack your bag, getting ready for the big hunt.

---

“That’s totally unfair! (Y/N) doesn't have to train! (Y/N) doesn’t have to do anything!” you could hear Dean yelling at John, while you hid behind the door of Bobby’s house. You held a drawing in your hands, one that you made of yourself with your siblings and father.

“She is a child!” John yelled back.

“She’s twelve! When me and Sam were twelve you would force us to hunt! You never let us rest? I hate (Y/N) and I hate how you give her special treatment all the damn time!” tears welled up in your eyes as you crumpled the paper, stuffing it into your bag before sneaking back upstairs.

---

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you and Dad for?” you kept your gaze on your bed sheets in your hospital room, hearing Dean yell at you.

“I tried to-”

“Not only do you abandon us, now you’re back, and with Dad, and never thought it was important to tell us?” he yelled.

You frowned slightly before realization hit you. They never knew why you left.

“I’m sorry,” you clenched your jaw.

He groaned, frustrated.

“Get ready, we’re leaving,” he slammed the door shut as he walked out of your hospital room.

---

“I saw your journal in the trash can, (Y/N),” John sat down next to you in your bed.

“I’m kind of over the whole drawing thing,” you lied, shaking your head.

“What happened?” John asked.

“Nothing happened, I just don't like it anymore,” you shrugged, turning back to your schoolwork.

“Just like that?” he questioned.

“I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

“What? (Y/N)...”

“I’m sure, Dad,” you interrupted him.

“Fine. We’ll start your training tomorrow,” he agreed.

He kissed your forehead and left, before you laid on your bed, digging your face in your pillow.

---

You held back a sob, watching John’s body burst into flames. There was silence between the three of you, while you stood a distance away from them.

“Sam,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Let’s go,” he walked away from you, while he and Dean headed back to the car.

Your tears fell down your face, as you let out a shaky breath.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yelled.

“I-I’m coming,” you followed them back to the car, keeping your head low.

---

Your vision was blurry as you sat in the chair, a rope tied to your hands painfully. There was blood dripping from your wounds as you cried out in pain.

“Just tell us where he is,” the vampire grabbed your hair, pulling your head up.

“No!” you screamed.

Your face was covered with dried tears, new ones forming. Your eye was bruised.

“You’re gonna talk, kid. Sooner or later,” you felt his fangs enter the skin on your neck as you whimpered. Your body was too weak to move.

“Just let me go, please,” you begged.

You could barely keep your eyes open, crying softly.

---

“What happened to your eye?” Dean walked past you, noticing the darkened skin around your left eye.

“Don't worry about it,” you shook your head, avoiding eye contact with him.

You knew he didn't remember what he did to you last night.

“Me and Sam are going on a hunt,” he said.

“Just you and Sam?” you asked.

“(Y/N), you know you’ll just end up slowing us down. If we need you, we’ll call you,” he replied.

“Right,” you nodded your head softly.

After the two of them left, you ran to your room, stuffing all your belongings into a duffel bag.

Now was finally your chance to leave them. They always hated you, it didn't matter that you were their sister. Your black eye is the least they've done to you while drunk, and you knew you had to leave.

You stood at the door, looking down at the bunker before shaking your head. It was time to go.

---

“Dad?” you opened your eyes, scrunching them as the fluorescent hospital light blinded you.

“(Y/N),” he let out a breath of relief, wrapping his arms around you as you winced.

“You’re not hunting ever again,” your eyes watered slightly as you nodded your head.

“I’m going to set you up with an apartment. You’re leaving this life,” you frowned.

“Dad, no-”

“Yes, (Y/N). You were tortured for information. I am trying to keep you safe, do not argue with me,” he raised his voice slightly.

“How come you never treat Sam and Dean like this?” you scoffed.

“They’re not my daughter. You are,” he said.

“That’s not an excuse. They’re still my brothers. They are still your sons,” you crossed your arms together.

“Enough, (Y/N). I’ll be back in the morning to get you,” he said.

“Dad,” he closed the door, leaving your room while you sighed, slumping in your bed.

---

“Babe? Are you home? I’ve been stuck at work all day, and I know we’re late to pick up…” you dropped your bag on the floor, Sam and Dean standing in front of you while you entered your house.

“Your husband and kid are out,” Dean spoke.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you were sure to take a step back.

“We could ask you the same thing, you know,” Sam scoffed.

“You left us again. You abandoned us again,” Dean clenched his fist in anger as you tensed, feeling fear run throughout your veins.

“I don't… why are you guys here?” your voice was softer as you scratched the back of your neck.

“You can't be here, you’re a danger to my family,” you could feel the nervousness in your veins as you stood firmly. You’ve spent too long afraid of them.

“You son of a bitch. What the hell are we then?!” Dean yelled.

You flinched slightly.

“Why did you leave, (Y/N)? Why did you run away?” Sam’s voice was slightly calmer, anger still evident.

“I couldn't take both of your crap anymore,” you shook your head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean scoffed.

“The day I left, you asked me how I got that black eye. Because you didn't remember giving it to me that previous night,” you dug your nails into your palm, trying to hold back your tears. Dean immediately scoffed, shaking his head.

“You’re lying,” he said.

“All my life, the two of you have despised everything about me,” you started.

“(Y/N),” Sam opened his mouth.

“Shut up!” you yelled.

You saw a surprised look on both of their faces.

“I never noticed it until I was twelve. I drew a picture for you, Dean. It was a picture of all of us, Mom included. I wanted to give it to you until I overheard you talking with Dad. Y-You told him how much you hated… how much you hated me,” you let a tear fall down your face, as Dean’s softened.

“I always tried to do whatever I could to get you two to like me, or at least to not hate me. But nothing I ever did was good enough,” you sniffled.

“That doesn't change the fact that you abandoned us,” Dean tried to defend himself.

“The first time I left was because a vampire was trying to use me to get to Dad. He didn't want that for me, and so he took me out of the life, at least until he got a lead on Azazel,” you clenched your jaw, letting out a shaky breath.

“T-The… you and Sam used to get really, really drunk. You’d never remember it in the morning. You would h-hurt me. I covered up so many bruises because I didn't want to upset you two,” your voice broke slightly as you looked at Dean.

There were visible tears in his and Sam’s eyes.

“I never knew why you hated me so much. W-Was it because Dad treated me differently? Was it because I’m the youngest? Was it because I reminded you of Mom? Was it because… was it jealousy?” Dean took a step forward, while you quickly took a step back.

“(Y/N), we never meant… We never meant to hurt you,” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s all you have? Really?” you scoffed.

“Sam, just… (Y/N). Listen to me,” Dean started.

“I was jealous of you. Dad always treated you differently, always treated you specially. I was stupid, and wrong. Every time I did anything for Dad, I would only get into more trouble. Whenever you disobeyed him, he would ignore it. I’ve been jealous of you my whole life. Even now. Y-You have a kid, you have a family. You got out. I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry for everything,” you wiped away your tears as you kept a strong face on.

“I need you both to leave,” you said.

“I’m sorry-” Dean said.

“The door. I need you both to leave. Now,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)...”

“You’re about 34 years too late for an apology. I want you to leave. Don't come back here, stay away from me and my family,” the two of them looked at you in shock, before walking to your front door, while you held it open to them.

Dean gave you a small hug, while you remained stiff.

“Take care of yourself, kiddo,” he gave you a small smile, before walking out of your house.

You closed the door behind the two of them, immediately falling to the ground as you let out a loud sob, feeling your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Your sobs died down as you leaned against the door, wrapping your arms around yourself. You needed to stay strong, and they needed to stay away.

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eddiesfuckassshack · 4 years ago

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leaving home ain’t easy

madney, 2.7k, s5 speculation fic (sorta)

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Chimney doesn’t think he’s ever been this tired in his life. Getting used to the whole dad thing has been hard enough, and now on top of it he’s pulling extra shifts to make ends meet, and staying up all night worried about his family. The sleep he does get is frequently interrupted by wordless cries, real or imagined. The only thing getting him from one day to the next is knowing that Maddie is even more tired than him. That he needs to be strong for her, and for Jee-Yun, for the family of his own that he finally managed to build. The thought of losing either of them, in any way, for any reason, is too much to bear. So he gets up in the morning and drinks two cups of coffee and kisses his beautiful daughter and aches to see the love of his life still in so much pain. He smiles as often as he can. Tries to smile enough for both of them until Maddie can again.

And he misses her. Even when she’s right in front of them, he misses her. He would do anything to take away even a fraction of her pain. Every day he tries to, and some days are better but most days are the same. So he just misses her, and loves her, and takes care of her as much as she’ll let him. Which is not as much as he’d like.

He does his best. To keep everything and everyone together and safe. To keep smiling for Jee. And he knows Maddie is doing her best too. More often than not, he feels like he’s spinning too many plates with not enough hands and something is bound to shatter. It won’t be like this forever. Things will get better. She will get better. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to remember that.

And he’s just so goddamn tired.

The day the blackout finally ends, he gets home from one of the longest shifts of his entire life practically sleepwalking through the door. All he wants is to collapse into bed next to Maddie and fall asleep to the sound of her breathing, content with the certainty that she’s safe and within arms reach.

As soon as he walks into their bedroom to see the bed pristinely made with a crisp white sheet of paper resting on the pillowcase, an alarm bell goes off in his head. Jee isn’t in her crib. Maddie is nowhere to be seen. Dread rips through his body like an icy wind.

Chimney snatches up the note. It takes him too long to read. The words seem to spin around on the page, and the pounding of his heart is so loud he can barely hear his own thoughts.

My love,

I’m so sorry. I had to leave. I couldn’t keep hurting you and our daughter by staying. You both deserve so much better than me, and I never deserved anything as good as either of you.

Please don’t try to follow me. I promise you’ll be better off without me. I’ll be safe, just somewhere else. And you can be happy.

Jee is with Anne. Tell her I’m sorry, and I’ll miss her every day. Tell her it’s for the best.

Love forever and always,

Maddie

The paper falls from his hand, and he has Athena’s number dialed before it hits the ground.

“I’m sorry, Chimney, but we can’t file a missing person’s case in this scenario unless there’s evidence of foul play,” Athena says after he breathlessly explains the note. Her voice is strained with exhaustion. With everything she’s been through in the past week, he feels terrible asking her for help. But his chest is twisted up so much he can’t breathe and his mind is twisted up so much he can’t think and he needs to do something.

“She could hurt herself, or…” The words stick in his mouth, coated with tar. Chimney swallows. “Or worse. Athena, I can’t lose her.”

Athena sighs deeply. As exhausted as Chimney feels, he’s sure Athena is in an even worse state after everything she’s been through in the past week. “Give me a minute,” She says.

He paces around the kitchen for what seems like hours, his thoughts slipping further and further down a spiral. Every time he pulls one back up, another falls even further. He’s just about to bolt out the door and start wandering the streets of LA screaming Maddie’s name when Athena’s voice comes back through the receiver. “Bobby’s going to come pick you up and take you to the airport. You call Buck and tell him to check the train station. I’ll have my people at the station keeping an eye out for any concerning calls with someone matching her description.”

A plan. They have a plan. And he has help. He’s not alone. Chimney takes a shaky breath, “Thank you so much.”

“Well, I know how you’re feeling right now and I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.” Athena replies.

“How is Harry doing?”

“He’s safe and home. That’s about all we can ask for.”

Chimney nods, even though he knows Athena can’t hear him. “He’ll be alright. He’s a tough kid.”

“And your Maddie is the toughest woman I know. You’ll bring her home, too.”

He thanks her again and hangs up, dialing Buck’s number as soon as the call ends. If he keeps moving forward, keeps steady with this plan, then maybe he’ll get through this. Or at least get through the next few hours.

If he stops to think, he knows he’ll drown.

“Maddie did what? ” Buck cries out.

“She left. I don’t know where she went,” Chimney reiterates, passing his hand over his eyes. “So, listen, I need you to—”

“Is she okay? Is Jee okay? When did this happen?” He hears Buck’s car keys jingling in the background, like he just picked them up.

“Buck, focus. Jee is fine, no idea about Maddie. That’s why we need to go find her. Can you head to the train station?”

“Well, what about the airport? Maybe she went back to Hershey to stay with our parents or an old friend. I could go there and—”

“Just listen for a second,” Chimney snaps, then immediately regrets it. This is Buck’s sister after all. He’s loved her even longer than Chimney has. He softens his voice. “Please. I’m scared too, but we have to work together. Me and Bobby are going to the airport, you head to the train station. Can you think of anywhere else she might go?”

“Uh, I don’t know." Buck sounds a little bit like a chastised puppy. But he stays on track this time. “I’ll call Josh on my way, see if he knows anything. My parents too, I guess.”

“Thank you,” Chimney says. His phone buzzes with a text from Bobby saying he’s outside of his apartment and he rushes out the door. “I gotta go. Let me know if you hear anything at all.”

“Yeah, of course, Chim. You too.” He pauses for a moment. “We’re gonna find her, right? We have to.”

Chimney sighs, already halfway down the stairwell. “I sure fuckin’ hope so, Buck.”

He jumps into Bobby’s car without a word, and they take off towards LAX. The tension in his jaw is starting to hurt, but he can’t relax. Any thoughts of sleep have vanished from his mind, although he knows that beneath the adrenaline the exhaustion is lying in wait.

Mrs. Lee responds to his text asking when Maddie dropped Jee-Yun off. About an hour ago. Poor thing looked dead on her feet. The two of you should let me watch this little angel more often like you used to!

If Mrs. Lee knew anything about Maddie’s plan, she would’ve called. As much as Chimney would love some encouraging words from her right now, he can’t bring himself to worry her until he has to. We’ll keep that in mind. Thanks so much!

He sends a silent prayer to who-the-hell-knows that they’re not too late. If Maddie’s caught a plane or a train, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to find her, let alone get her back.

“I know how much you love her, Chim,” Bobby says, his voice breaking through Chimney’s spiraling thoughts. “And I hope we find her as much as anyone. But if we can’t, it’s not your fault. Sometimes people just don’t want to be found.”

Chimney wishes he knew what to say to that. Wishes he could form a response without the threat of his voice cracking.

Bobby keeps driving and Chimney watches endless monotonous buildings blur past the window. He usually likes LA. People crack jokes about the traffic and the smog and the wannabe-celebrities. Hell, he does too. But he’s lived here for most of his life, through ups and downs, through terrible losses and his wildest dreams coming true. This city has hand-delivered him the greatest family he’s ever known.

In this moment, he’s never hated LA more.

“I can’t lose her, Bobby,” Chimney finally says. A tear spills down his cheek.

Bobby says nothing, just reaches over and places a hand on Chimney’s shoulder.

The rest of the drive goes by achingly slowly, in comfortable but heavy silence. They’ve almost reached the airport when Chimney’s phone buzzes with a text from Buck.

No sign of her at the train station. Can’t get a hold of our parents. Josh has no idea. Gonna help him call around to hospitals in the area.

The tightness in Chimney’s chest squeezes more with every word, until hospitals hits him like a semi-truck.

He can’t think about that now. He can’t. Maddie is okay. She has to be. And he’ll take her home, and get her the help she needs here, where he’s only ever a traffic-dependent number of minutes away, and he can see her every day and hold her hand and tell her how much he loves her until she finally believes it, even if he has to say it thousands of times a day for the rest of their lives.

The car hasn’t even rolled to a stop outside departures before Chimney is out the door. Bobby calls out after him something about parking but Chimney doesn’t catch it and, right now, he doesn’t really care.

When he gets inside the airport he immediately ambushes the poor, dead-eyed employee at the information desk, cutting the line of twenty protesting patrons. “When’s the next flight to Philadelphia taking off?”

A bewildered expression replacing his dead stare. He blinks at Chimney, then types something on his computer. “Uh. 30 minutes. But it’s booked.”

“Makes no difference to me. Just tell me the gate number and get me any ticket that’ll get me through security. Preferably a cheap one.”

“Sir, you can’t—”

“Listen, man. I promise you I have a good explanation. It’s a real tear-jerker of a story, too. But I really don’t have time to tell it, and it would be much easier to just sell me the ticket now and get me out of your hair.”

Five minutes later, he’s shelled out $400 for a flight to Montana that he’ll never step foot on and is schmoozing his way to the front of the security line. The words fall out of his mouth before he knows what he’s saying. My grandmother has less than a day to live, I just have to make my flight. My wife is in labor, I just have to make my flight. My kid suffered a traumatic brain injury and is finally able to play his first baseball game again, I just have to make my flight. Anything to get people to let him skip through the security line they’ve been waiting in for God knows how long. He would tell the truth, but it feels so mixed up and raw and intimate that lying comes much easier. Somehow he makes it to the front of the line and through security in less time than it usually takes him to find parking here.

And he takes off at a dead sprint through the terminal.

His heart breaks more with each step. He’s not going to make it. He has no idea if this is even the right flight. Or if she’s here at all. He’s going to lose her. Lose the best person and the best life he’s ever had. He should just let her go. It’s selfish to make her stay if it’s not what she wants.

He can’t possibly let her go. Not like this.

He runs past hundreds of people, thousands. But he knows, he knows , that none of them are Maddie. Something in him would stop him dead in his tracks. Would lead him right to her. In the blur of faces and bodies, he knows Maddie will stick out, clearer than HD.

And she does. Sitting at the otherwise empty gate for the flight to Philly with a carry-on suitcase at her feet, staring out the window at the place where the plane must have just been. Looking as beautiful as ever, but so empty and so tired that, despite the relief that floods his body, the pain in his chest remains, sharper than ever. He slows to a stop twenty feet away from the person he loves most in the world, save for the person they made together.

“Maddie.” He breathes her name, too quietly for her to hear. Disbelieving of his luck, he cautiously approaches her, like she’s a mirage that will disappear at the wrong angle.

When she finally turns and sees him, her eyes widen for a moment, her body tensing. And then her shoulders slump in defeat.

Chimney sits down in the chair next to her. What now?

“Hi,” He says simply.

He’s almost surprised when she responds. “Hi.”

“You had us worried there for a minute.” Chimney’s not sure if that’s the right thing to say. He’s not sure if there is a right thing to say.

Maddie takes a deep breath. Her eyes are puffy and red, and a tear rolls down either side of her face. “I couldn’t do it.” Chimney takes her hand in his own and nearly falls apart when she clings tightly to it. “I was trying to do the right thing. I was trying to set you free. Set you both free. But I couldn’t…” She shrugs helplessly. “I couldn’t leave.”

“Well I, for one, am damn grateful for that.” Chimney’s voice cracks halfway through the sentence. And then they’re both sobbing into each other’s shoulder in the middle of the bustling airport, and Chimney doesn’t know how it’s possible to feel so much joy and so much pain at the same time. Like at any moment his chest might burst open from the sheer force of it.

After several long minutes, Maddie’s breathing comes more evenly, and he pulls back to look her in the eye, wipes her tears with his thumb. “Let’s go home, Maddie. And in the morning, we can get you checked into that inpatient program that Dr. Bolsaro recommended. We’ll get you the help you need. Here. We need you here, and I think you need us too. It’s okay to need us.” Maddie stares at him through her tears, her expression still just as hollow. He knows she doesn’t believe him yet. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop telling her. “We all want to help you. You’re worth every second. All of it. You’re worth everything.”

“I’m not,” She whispers. Chimney’s already fragmented heart shatters into even smaller pieces.

“I swear to you, you are. You don’t have to believe me. You just have to stay, and let us prove it to you.” He stands, and holds out his hand. He isn’t sure if she’s going to take it. But he hopes, and he hopes, and he tries to believe that the hope will be enough.

She holds his gaze. Then turns to the window, her eyes fixed on the spot on the tarmac where the plane took off to her wretched old life. The life she thinks she still deserves. The plane she didn’t get on anyway.

And then she turns back to Chimney. And she takes his hand.

#911 fox #9-1-1 #911fic #chimney han #maddie buckley #madney #I don't know how to tag anything whatever #I swear to god this has a happy ending!!! or as happy of an ending as it could possibly have #also i've never written a madney fic before and I really enjoyed it... might try it again soon we shall see #something less ouchie next time though :(#also this is gonna flop and I’ve made my peace with that

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on-maars · 4 years ago

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Find My Way Home (Back To You)

Alright I wrote a post Eddie Begins episode fic and I really hope you’ll like it :)

Read it on AO3

Eddie sighs and turns around for what might be the tenth time in the past two hours.

He can’t sleep. He can’t sleep without being back there again. He can’t sleep without stopping the nightmares. Not about the war. He’s had his fair share of night terrors about the war, but lately the nightmares have taken another direction. He doesn’t dream of being the target of a thousand snipers anymore. He dreams of that moment. He dreams of being back there again, buried in the ground, thirty feet of wet earth above him, trapped, without any way of getting back to his son, without any way of getting back to his family. It’s suffocating, and Eddie often wakes up soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead, his sheet drenched in sweat. Drenched in sweat, and tears. His tears.

He can’t sleep and he tried everything. Every method he can think of. Every method his mother used to teach him when he was scared and alone at night, suffering from insomnia. He tried some breathing exercises his therapist showed him the week before, tried taking a walk around the neighborhood to clear his head and take his mind off things, he tried reading a book and even went through some meditations videos on YouTube that Buck recommended to him a while back. But nothing is working. His mind keeps sending him back to that place. To the well.

Eddie turns around again and lets his eyes fall on his alarm clock as it reads 2:49am. Eddie sighs and presses his hands to his face, apprehending the 24 hours shift waiting for him in the early hours of the morning. Not necessarily because of the fatigue. After all it wouldn’t be the first time Eddie gets through an awfully long shift with the 118 with only a few hours of sleep in his system.

No, he’s only apprehending it because he knows, deep down, that he’s so far from being in the right state of mind to face the difficulties of his job. He feels more restless, more fidgety, less focused than usual. And if there is no doubt in Eddie’s mind that the 118 is going to notice his mood swings. And if they notice, then he’s going to need to explain. Explain the extent of how messed-up he is in the head. Explain how the war still terrorized him sometimes at night. Explain how tight his throat is ever since he’s made it out of that well. And that’s a conversation he’s not ready to face.

Eddie looks up at the ceiling and gropes around in the dark until his right hand finds his phone. He knows scrolling mindlessly the news is only going to keep his brain more awake but he doesn’t find it in him to care anymore. He unlocks his phone and frowns when he notices an unseen message from his sister in his inbox. The message is short, but it catches Eddie’s attention.

“Isn’t he your friend Buck?!”

There is a link just underneath it and when Eddie clicks on it, his breath catches in his throat and his heart starts pounding hard against his chest. It’s a video. A video of that day. A video of the rig, collapsing, and burying him under thirty feet of earth in the process. Only the video doesn’t show only that. It also shows his coworkers’ reaction. It also shows Buck.

Buck

Buck, who collapses on the ground and completely falls to pieces. Buck, who screams his name and starts digging the earth with his bare hands. Buck, who bursts into tears and whose face is contorted with fear, rage and pain. Eddie watches him as he continues calling out his name in agony, he watches him as Bobby needs to physically restrain him to stop him from digging, and Eddie swears he can feel his heart cracked open at the sight.

The scene is devastating, heartbreaking, and the last seconds of the video only shows Buck, sitting on the ground, his head down, tears rolling down his face, as the rain continues pouring down on him.

By the time Eddie finishes watching the video, his hands are shaking and the room is spinning. His whole body is tense, buzzing with a nervous energy and Eddie closes his eyes fiercely but he can’t get the images out of his head. How can he? How can he when he had to sit through and watch his best-friend having a complete breakdown in a video with more than a million views? How can he when until then, he was so far up his own ass not to notice that Buck was hurting too? Not to notice that he wasn't the only one who ended up traumatized by this day?

He sits back straight on his bed, and leans his back against the headboard, running both of his hands through his hair a few times, ignoring how his heart pulses in his head, making it hurt.

He takes his phone in his hand and gets up, stepping out of his room and going down the stairs until he reaches the living-room. Here, he lets himself fall on the couch, rubbing his temples with his fingers, his eyes closed. In vain. It’s no use. It’s no use trying to get his breathing back to normal while the only thing he really wants is to see his best-friend with his own two eyes and make sure he’s okay.

“Can you come over?” He sends. It’s short and vague, but Eddie knows Buck keeps his phone in sound mode at all times just in case this kind of emergencies come up.

But is it an emergency? Eddie asks himself as he brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. It’s not. Not really. But Buck’s answer still comes after just a few seconds.

“Be there in 15. You okay? Christopher?”

“We’re okay. Just need to see you.”

Eddie jumps out of the couch and starts pacing back and forth in the living-room, not knowing what to do with himself. He squats down and starts picking up every Lego bricks lying around on the carpet, on the coffee table under the sofa. Christopher was in the middle of building a (more than unstable) house before heading to bed and he seemed so tired from his school day Eddie didn’t have the heart to ask him to tidy. He’s in the middle of retrieving a brick which ended up under the carpet when he hears the distinct sound of someone opening the front door.

He whirls his head around and finds himself face to face with Buck who looks around the living-room in alarm, his eyes wide. His hair is disheveled and his shoes are mismatched and Eddie almost feels bad for waking him up in the middle of the night while they both have a 24 hours shift waiting for them in a few hours. His best-friend’s face softens when his eyes fall on him, and Eddie doesn’t waste any time to close the gap separating them and wrapping his arms around his neck to hold him close.

“Evan Buckley I swear to god you’re going to be the death of me.” He says, not thinking twice before burying his face in the crook of his best-friend’s neck. Buck seems taken aback for a few seconds, but he doesn’t question it and reciprocate the embrace with just as much vigor. “I’m sorry.” Eddie eventually says, grabbing his tee-shirt with his right hand.

“You’re sorry?” Buck repeats, his voiced filled with confusion. “About what?” He adds.

“God I’ve been so far up my own ass these past few days, haven’t I?” Eddie asks, taking a step back and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, following his gaze until he’s sure Buck looks at him in the eye. His best-friend seems reluctant at first, almost as if he already knows where the conversation is going, but then he finally meets his gaze and Eddie’s look is so intense and he’s watching him with so much attention something in his face just breaks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what, Eds?” Buck asks, but from the way his voice breaks, Eddie knows it’s just a way for him to try and take the conversation elsewhere.

“Buck.” Eddie says, and it’s a warning. We’re having that conversation whether you like it or not.

“Eddie, just- Don’t, alright?” Buck starts. “It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s all that matters.”

“I saw the video.” Eddie says, taking another step backwards until he sits on a kitchen chair, running his right hand through his hair.

“What video?” Buck says, his voice small, but sighs and looks down when Eddie maintains eye-contact. “Took you long enough.” He only adds, leaning against the fridge. “It was literally everywhere on the news. Big headlines too.” He says, letting out a humorless laugh.

“Buck-”

“But again, I’spose it’s fun to see a firefighter completely losing it after his best-friend has been buried thirty feet underground.” Buck cuts in, his voice hollow. “I guess it ‘entertains’ people just fine”

“Buck-” Eddie starts, but his friend is faster.

“As if I want to relive that moment, you know?” Buck goes on and his voice is louder now, more aggressive. “As if one time wasn’t enough.”

“Buck, I-”

“Eddie, you cut the damn line!” He exclaims and Eddie jumps with surprise at how raw and demanding his tone is. “You cut the damn line!” He repeats and a tear rolls down his left cheek. “And you know what the worst part is? The worst part is that I can’t even blame you for it! You wanted to save that kid… I mean, how can I blame you for wanting to save that kid, Eddie? I can’t. I would be a fucking hypocrite if I did, man. Cause I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t be mad.” Eddie says, keeping his eyes down, incapable of meeting his best-friend’s gaze. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be angry.” He adds. “Hell, I know I would be.”

“I just- Eddie, did you ever stop for a second to imagine what it was like for me? I was pulling you out Eds. I was pulling you out and then the weight was just- the weight was just gone. You were gone.” He says through gritted teeth and Eddie darts his eyes towards him for just a second, but that’s still enough time for him to see the expression of complete agony and pure heartbreak on his best-friend’s face. Eddie looks away just as fast and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“But that’s not even the worst part, oh no.” Buck goes on and Eddie knows this one is on a roll. He’s determined and he won’t stop until he got everything off his chest. “ Because then this damn rig just collapsed and I- I couldn’t get you out, I- You were… You were buried, Eds. You were buried and I swear to god I would have dug the whole thing with my bare hands if I had to.”

“I know you would’ve.” Eddie only says, staring at Buck, his eyes filled with the tears he’s been trying to hold back for the past fifteen minutes. “I know you would’ve.”

“I didn’t give up on you.” Buck answers, as if he’s trying to justify his actions in a courtroom. “You’ve got to know that, alright?” He repeats. “I didn’t give up on you. Even when people were trying to convince me that there was no way you would have survived that, I didn’t- I didn’t give up on you.”

“Hey, hey, I know.” Eddie instantly reassures him, getting up and closing the gap between them. “I know.” He repeats, cupping Buck’s cheeks with his hands. “You didn’t give up.”

“I didn’t give up.” Buck nods, his lips quivering.

“Buck, do you think- do you think I’m mad at you because you didn’t try hard enough?” Eddie manages to articulate, his fingers playing with the roots of Buck’s hair. “How could you have tried any harder?” Eddie adds, letting out a nervous laugh. “For Christ’s sake Evan, you told me yourself you were ready to dig the whole thing by hands. There’s nothing you could have done. You hear me?”

Buck frantically nods and Eddie sighs, wrapping his right arm around his neck to pull him forward. Buck’s whole body tenses and it’s only when his shoulders start shaking that Eddie realizes his best-friend is full-on sobbing against him, his tears wetting his white tee-shirt. Buck rests his forehead on his shoulder and Eddie simply runs his left hand through his hair while the other traces small patterns on his back, holding him tight. He presses his lips on his hair, closing his eyes fiercely for a few seconds while throwing his head backwards, looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry.” Buck says against him. “Here I am again, making the whole thing about me while you’re the one who’ve been buried underground.”

“Don’t be stupid Buck, I’m the one who should apologize here. I was so focused on my pain and the nightmares that I-”

“Nightmares?” Buck whirls his head up to meet his eyes. “You have nightmares about the well?” He asks, his eyes full of concern, and Eddie lets out an incredulous laugh.

“Yeah but that’s not the point, Buck.” He says, dismissing his concern with a hand’s gesture. “I should have seen you were hurting. I’m sorry.” He adds. “And yes I have nightmares but Buck you need to know you’re the only reason I got out. You and Christopher? I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Wouldn’t have done it. But I promised myself I’ll always find my way back home. So I did.”

Eddie cradles his chin with his left hand, forcing him to look up.

“That… That was sappy as hell, man.” Buck tries and Eddie snorts, placing his hand on his cheek to make him look away.

“Says the one who was ready to dig thirty feet of wet earth with his bare hands.” He says playfully and then Buck does this thing again where he looks down with a shy smile and Eddie’s heart just melts at the sight.

When Buck lifts his gaze again, their lips are only separated by a few inches of space and Eddie’s head is spinning. He stays there, motionless, not knowing whether he should finally gives in to years of pining and unresolved tension. But then, Buck’s eyes dart towards his lips and all his good sense goes up in smoke. Eddie looks at him for permission and when Buck nods, he places his hand on the back of his neck and presses their lips together. It doesn’t last long. It’s brief, and when Eddie takes a step back, Buck’s lips chase his own a second time and he only smiles and complies happily.

This time, the kiss is more heated and Buck’s hands find their way on the back of Eddie’s neck, biting his lower lip to demand access to his mouth. Eddie smiles against his mouth and runs both of his hands through his hair, bringing him closer. This earns him a small whimper from Buck and Eddie only kisses him harder, pressing his best-friend’s body against the fridge and sliding his hand underneath his tee-shirt.

“God I can’t believe we waited three years to do that.” Buck says Eddie huffs out a laugh against his lips.

“Well I mean you were a bit slow on the uptake.” Eddie teases him.

“Oh fuck off.” Buck taps him on the head playfully. “You know I couldn’t just- I had to be sure.”

“I know.” Eddie says, his voice soft.

“I couldn’t do the first move. I had to wait for… I had to wait for you to do it. Even if I knew that you- because I knew. Of course I knew. But-”

“Hey.” Eddie cuts him off by cupping his cheeks with his hands. “I know.” He repeats. “Alright then Evan. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Lead the way, Edmundo.”

“Not my name.” Eddie says with a smile, taking his hand in his to guide him towards the bedroom.

“Sorry. Eduardo.”

“Still not my name, man."

"Diaz?"

"That's it, you’re sleeping on the damn couch, Buckley.” Eddie warns but the smile on his face betrays him.

“Really? You would make me sleep on the couch? The guy who was ready to dig 30 feet of wet earth with his bare han-”

“Oh my god will you shut up?” Eddie whispers loudly, being careful not to wake up Christopher fast asleep in the adjoining room.

“Make me.” Buck says, a hint of amusement in his voice and Eddie?

Well Eddie wastes no time to crash their lips together another time.

#buddie #buddie fic #9-1-1 #Eddie Begins #Evan Buckley #Eddie diaz #911 #buck x eddie

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years ago

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Always be yours (Pt 2/2)

Warnings? Demon! Dean, mentions of cheating, sex, killing and lots of cursing

You sat just outside of the armory flat on the cool tile floor with your eyes closed. You couldn't bare to walk through that door. It had been weeks since that night you spent wrapped in Dean's arms. You told Sam you'd seen Dean, that he had sought you out. You didn't tell him everything that had happened or that Dean knew what had happened between the two of you.

You weren't praying for the simple fact that you knew with the exception of Cas no one was listening that would care. Sam had left to get the blessed blood after carting Dean inside the bunker. You'd stayed out of sight the entire time. Now you had to face Dean and watch him go through what you knew would be an excruciating process to flush the demon out of him.

"Are you ok?" Sam's voice drew you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes to see him standing about a foot away from you "Just trying to get my head on right Sam" he nodded with a sympathetic smile "You know you don't have to go in there yet. This is gonna take a while" "I can't do that Sam. I can't turn away, he wouldn't do it to me if positions were reversed nor would he do it to you"

He held his good hand out but you shook your head and climbed to your feet "Let's do this"

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You took a deep breath as you watched Sam splash holy water and repeat the Latin that would concentrate the ground for the process to work. Dean hadn't looked your way yet and you weren't sure if you were relieved or hurt.

You watched Sam draw up the blood in a syringe. Dean eyed it as well finally meeting your eyes before saying "Sammy you know I hate shots" Sam shrugged "I hate demons" you flinched when Dean snarled at Sam before Sam splashed holy water on him and injected the blood into his arm right below the mark.

Dean's eyes never left yours, a groan of pain leaving him before he shook it off. "Look Dean there's a lot more doses to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself" Sam told him then turned to walk off. He stopped where you were glued to the floor staring at Dean. "Are you ok?"

Dean spoke up "Oh Y/N's fine alone with me black eyes and all. Isn't that right sweetheart?" A flicker of a smile flashed across his face and your stomach flipped. Sam looked between the two of you visibly confused before Dean smirked "Oh she didn't get around to that Sammy? Yeah me and her had a damn good time in Colorado"

"Y/N?" Sam's voice wasn't accusatory just simply asking. You stared past him at Dean "Yeah I fucked him that night Sam" "A few times" Dean added and you felt your face warm from embarrassment. "Come on" Sam grabbed your arm to pull you from the room and you heard a slight growl from Dean before the two of you made it out into the hallway.

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"You didn't tell me you had sex with him" Sam's voice was barely a whisper. You followed him down the hall to the kitchen "Didn't exactly know how to throw that into casual conversation"

You sat down at the table holding your head in your hands. Sam walked to the fridge then sat a bottle of water down in front of you "It's understandable Y/N. You love him" you slowly raised your eyes and he nearly choked on the water in his mouth "How did he find out?" You shrugged "Crowley somehow? I guess"

You normally didn't hear Sam curse a whole lot but the string of words that fell from his mouth would've made a sailor blush. "Shit you shouldn't be here then" you shook your head "I'm not fucking leaving you alone with him Sam. He won't hurt me, there's still something inside of him stopping that whether it's the Cain and Collette thing. You on the other hand, our real Dean he'd never forgive himself if he did something to you. The least I owe you both is staying through whatever happens next"

He reached across the table and gently grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze "You're still my best friend, you know that. We'll get him back and deal with the fall out of everything that happened" you swallowed hard then said "If we get him back Sam, I'm leaving. I know Dean...seeing me and you in close quarters he won't handle it well and I won't be what tears you two apart" "and if he doesn't want you to leave?" He asked in almost a whisper and you laughed sadly "Then miracles really do happen"

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The second dose you didn't go in for and there were no words exchanged between Sam and Dean. You stood in the hallway listening to Dean in pain and fought everything inside of you that screamed to run to his side.

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The third dose you walked in behind Sam. Dean met your eyes "For all you know he's killing me sweetheart" "Or you're screwing with him and me" you replied trying to not let your heart get in the way of your brain.

"Besides the lore didn't say anything about an exception to the cure" Sam added and Dean scoffed "The lore..hunters...men of letters. What a load of crap it all is" when you nor Sam said anything in return he tilted his head at Sam "Oh you got nothing?"

You shook your head at Sam trying to remind him that this was the demon part talking not Dean. You were relieved when he said "What do you want me to debate you? This isn't even the real you I'm talking to" Dean turned towards you "Y/N did I feel real enough to you? Hell come here and give me a kiss baby" you turned and walked out without a word and heard him laugh before turning back to Sam.

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You tried to call Cas but he didn't answer so after a moment you walked back into the room. You heard Dean say "Crowley told me all about it. So let me ask which one of us is really a monster?"

You walked further into the room and cut your eyes at Sam "What's he mean? What did you do?" You knew both you and Sam had went to different extremes to find Dean but there were a few weeks you barely saw each other. "Oh she doesn't know..man that's rich"

"You two were trying to get a twenty on me and Crowley from any direction you could but Crowley didn't want to be found and no one showed when Sammy summoned so he found a way" you looked from one brother to the other "Sam?" He was looking at Dean who half smirked "Oh he would've liked to have gotten there before the deal went down but he didn't really care about poor ol Lester..did ya Sammy?"

It didn't take a lot to put together what you'd missed. "Oh Sam" Dean chuckled darkly "Yeah I killed Lester myself and his wife married that tattooed guy" "I never meant" Sam started but Dean cut him off "Who cares what you meant? That line between us and what we hunt ain't so clear is it? Wow you might actually be worse than me. I mean you found a guy at his lowest, used him and then it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work and Y/N here fucked us both so what does that say about her?"

You felt like you'd been slapped in the face when Dean threw those words at you. Sam injected another syringe of blood into Dean's neck and you tried with everything you had to not let yourself break before walking out the room. You could hear Dean asking Sam if he or you had the stomach to do what would be needed should the cure not work and felt your knees weaken at the mere thought.

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Sam found you in the map room staring blankly at the screen. "Hey, that's not really him" you raised your face and knew he saw the streaks of tears when you said "Isn't it?" You pushed away from the table when he took a step towards you and shook your head "I just need a minute"

You walked past him to the room you'd been sleeping in. You sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over to the photo of you, Dean and Sam at Bobby's place that was leaned against the lamp next to the letter Dean had left that night.

You knew all that was happening had been a possibility and the truth was any amount of heartbreak was worth getting Dean's eyes back permanently green. If that night was the last you got in his arms you'd be grateful for it if he just survived this cure.

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You wiped your tears and headed back to the armory. The moment you got to the doorway your heart dropped "SAM" you screamed running in to Dean's side. You stepped closer than you should've but his head was dropped down and you couldn't tell if he was breathing. "Baby, please wake up Dean. Come back to us please" you slapped his cheeks lightly and heard Sam come running in behind you "Is he ok?"

"Yeah if drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils is ok" Dean answered slowly opening his eyes and you hadn't realized just how close you were to him until that moment. "He could stop this darling. You know I'd never hurt you. Just make him stop" you quickly stepped away from him and shook your head "No. We want the real Dean back"

You knew Sam was drawing up another dose but Dean leveled you with his gaze "You think the real Dean is gonna be so forgiving? I mean at least I screwed strangers you on the other hand, my baby brother? That's low Y/N. I would've preferred you fucking Cas"

"Well if you hate me at least you'll be human to do so" you replied then walked out hoping he didn't see the way your hands shook.

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One minute you were walking back to the armory after making sure the outer door was unlocked for Cas then the next Sam was pulling you into a side hallway holding his hand over your mouth. "He's out" he mouthed and your eyes widened.

"What's the plan?" You whispered once he moved his hand. "C'MON SAMMY. DON'T YOU WANNA HANG OUT WITH YOUR BIG BROTHER" rang through the quiet air and you flinched. "We need to lock it down. Keys are in the map room" you nodded then pointed "I'll go left and make some noise for him to follow. You go right"

"Y/N..be careful" you half smiled "You too"

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You ran down the hall towards the bedrooms making sure to let your feet fall heavy. "Dean?" You called out hoping he'd come after you and not Sam. Sure enough you felt the air shift a half second before your back was shoved against a wall "Hey there beautiful. Where's Sammy?" He had one arm across your chest holding you in place while the other held a hammer.

Your eyes flicked towards it and he smiled "It's not for you. If I wanted to nail you there's better ways" you groaned at the fact that even murderous Demonic Dean had to make bad jokes. "I don't know" he nodded and moved forward catching your lips in a bruising kiss "I believe you but I don't need you getting in the way"

You weren't sure what he meant until he shoved you roughly into a storage room and shut the door. "DEAN GOD DAMMIT DON'T DO THIS!" you pounded against the door and heard the key turn in the handle "Just calm down baby" was the last thing you heard before his footsteps disappeared down the hall.

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Painfully long minutes passed before the door slowly opened. You half expected it to be Dean covered in Sam's blood but let out a breath of relief when you saw it was Cas and flung yourself into his arms hugging him "Thank god" you muttered squeezing the angel who returned the hug fully. "Dean didn't hurt you, did he?" You shook your head "Just locked me in here so I wouldn't get in the way"

He grabbed your arm "Come on. Sam's fine but there's only two more doses to give Dean" you let Cas pull you to the armory trying to ignore the growing knot in your stomach.

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You stood between Sam and Cas while Dean slowly woke up. He looked between the three of you "You look worried" you nodded to Sam who splashed the Holy water onto Dean. He didn't even flinch "Welcome home Dean" Sam said with a relieved smile.

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You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen nursing a beer. You'd seen Sam when he got back with Dean's food and had told Cas goodbye before he left but you still couldn't face Dean. What he said had stuck with you. He may have cheated as well but it was with strangers and as a demon. You had slept with his brother of all people. You wouldn't want to be with you either.

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Hours passed. You saw Sam head to bed and slowly headed towards your own room. You stopped in front of Dean's door and almost knocked but thought better of it. The moment you went to step away though the door opened and you heard his voice "Y/N?" You turned around with a small smile "I just wanted to check on you" he nodded then glanced back into his room "You haven't been sleeping in here have you?"

You shook your head "I couldn't" you didn't know what else to say. Every time you'd tried to sleep in the bed you shared with him you'd ended up crying yourself to sleep. "Do you want to? I mean fuck I don't have a right to ask but will you just lay down with me? Let me hold you." You couldn't believe your ears but your mouth moved faster than your brain it seemed "Are you sure?"

He gave you a smirk that was a ghost of his usual one "I started the day as a demon and tried to kill my brother but you're asking me if I'm sure" you held your hand out and when he took it walked into the room pulling him behind you.

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He shut the door then pulled you behind him to the bed. He sat down on the side of it and pulled you between his legs. You stood there with your hands on his shoulders just enjoying knowing you had your Dean back even if he decided he no longer wanted to be yours. "Are you scared of me Y/N?" He asked and that shocked you more than anything "What? No" he glanced down at his lap then raised his eyes to you playfully "You could be closer"

You kicked your boots off then climbed onto his lap effectively straddling him. "I've missed you and not just the sex, this" he whispered burying his face in your neck. "Do you still love me?" You asked and he drew back to look you in the face "Yeah Sweetheart I still love you. Can you ever forgive me for everything I did?" "Are you still mine?" You asked and he kissed your neck lightly "I'll always be yours even if you don't want me"

You smiled and felt tears trying to sting your eyes "I've only ever wanted you Dean" he noticed the tears glistening in your eyes and gently wiped them away "Those women didn't mean anything. The mark and being a demon..it fucked me up and i didn't want to risk hurting you. I stayed away as long as I could but when Crowley told me that you and Sam.." he trailed off but his hands tightened around your waist. "It didn't mean anything to us but helping to keep each other sane and alive. I was hurt and lost and so was he…" Dean cut you off with a kiss and you melted into his touch.

When he pulled away he pushed your hair back out of your face "Can we call this a new start?" His hands had slid under your shirt and you felt his fingertips trailing across your bare skin. "Please" you all but whispered pulling him into another kiss.

Tags: @akshi8278

#deanmon #demon dean x reader #demon dean #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #always be yours

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purrincess-chat · 5 years ago

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My Chosen’s Keeper CH3 (FINAL)

Here is the last chapter of the petty kwami AU. I have basically this whole week off because of Hurricane Sally, so I decided to go ahead and post the last chapter since I finished it up. I’m so happy you all enjoy this fic, and I hope you like the conclusion!

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Chapter 3

After a week, Lila stopped scheming against Marinette. In fact, she’d stopped doing much of anything. Every so often she’d look over her shoulder as if expecting someone to be following her, and she flinched every time she opened her locker or her bag.

Tikki was satisfied enough with their efforts, though she worried they’d gone too far when Lila spun around on poor Nathaniel walking behind her to his seat. Her goal was to inconvenience Lila, not scare her out of her skin, and now her stomach was churning too much to enjoy her morning macaron. She popped into Adrien’s bag where Plagg was dozing in an empty Camembert carton and shook him awake.

“Plagg, do you think maybe we went too far with all of this?” She asked, but Plagg simply shrugged his shoulders and burped.

“Relax, sugar cube. That girl got what was coming to her.”

“Yeah, but she’s petrified now, and people are starting to notice,” she said with a nervous glance up at the open zipper. “I think we should stop.”

“Fine,” Plagg yawned, and Tikki prodded his side.

“I’m serious, Plagg. No more pranks.”

“Okay,” he said, and she sat back, antenna pressing low against her head.

“Good,” she said with a nod.

As the bell rang, Tikki slipped back into Marinette’s bag before her owner noticed her absence. She tried to push the whole situation from her mind, but when Alya leaned against Marinette’s neighboring locker, her nerves only worsened.

“Lila’s been acting super paranoid today. I wonder what’s bugging her,” Alya whispered, casting a glance at their classmate across the room.

“Nathaniel told me she thinks she’s being haunted,” Marinette said. Even she seemed concerned, and Tikki shrank deeper into her purse.

“I mean, a lot of crazy stuff has been happening to her, so maybe she is,” Alya said with a wince.

“I wouldn’t doubt if she’d made a spirit angry,” Marinette mumbled, and Alya leaned in closer.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I feel kinda bad for her. I saw her dozing off in class earlier. She must not be sleeping,” Alya said, biting her lip. “Hey, why don’t we all plan a sleepover? Maybe if a group of us supports her then she’ll feel safe enough to sleep.”

“Uhh, yeah, sure,” Marinette said, sounding anything but willing. “You plan it, and I will definitely not think of an excuse not to go.”

“I’ll ask her this afternoon. It’ll be fun.” Alya nudged her with her elbow before they headed to their next class.

To Tikki’s horror, not only did Lila accept the sleepover invitation, but somehow, she managed to convince them to host it at Marinette’s house. Lila had a way of backing people into corners, and Marinette didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Tikki was equally as unenthused. Just what she needed—another reason to get involved.

“Plagg, what am I gonna do?” Tikki asked that afternoon in art class. “I know she’s up to something!”

“Do you want me to leave stinky cheese in her locker again?”

“No!”

“Good because it’s a terrible waste of perfectly good cheese.”

“Plagg! I’m serious. What if Lila does something to my owner tonight?” Tikki said, tugging his arm. “Help me!”

“I thought you wanted to be done with all of this? No more pranks?” Plagg said, and Tikki averted her gaze, antenna lowering.

“I do, but she’s coming into her personal home. What if she finds her diary and learns that she’s Ladybug? Or what if she just so happens to steal her earrings? Or what if-”

“Don’t worry, sugar cube. I’ll help you tonight. Lila won’t get away with anything, okay?” Plagg said, patting her head.

“You mean it?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Plagg asked, and Tikki’s eyes narrowed. “Okay, bad question. I promise I won’t let you down—this time.”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

Later that evening, Tikki chewed her lip as Marinette tidied up for her guests. She’d helped remove any lingering Adrien pictures despite her friends all knowing about her crush, but Marinette was just as wary of having Lila over as Tikki. As a result, she was taking a few extra precautions like hiding her diary and anything else Lila could use against her. It eased some of Tikki’s worry, but not all of it.

“Are you really going to have that girl over?” She asked as Marinette locked her important belongings in her chest.

“I couldn’t exactly say no. Lila is too good at manipulating everyone. If I had said no, she would have made it seem like I hate her,” Marinette said, leaning against her fist.

“But you do hate her.”

“Yeah, but I can’t prove why I hate her to everyone, so I don’t have a choice,” Marinette sighed. “We’ll just have to be extra careful tonight. I doubt Lila will try anything with all of the girls over.”

“Yeah. Hopefully.”

Thankfully Alya arrived first to help set up because Lila was the first after her. She seemed surprised and slightly annoyed to find Alya there as well, and Tikki’s blood boiled at the sight of her. She popped up to the roof, tapping her paws together as she peered out over the street. The night was calm and quiet—a direct contrast to the storm brewing inside her. Where was Plagg?

“Ya know, you really worry too much.”

She spun around to see him lounging on the chair with a cheese danish from the bakery. Relief flooded her mind, but it was quickly replaced by annoyance. “Where have you been?”

“Relax, sugar cube. I was doing some important reconnaissance,” he said around a mouthful.

“You mean helping yourself to whatever your greedy stomach wanted?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You are so selfish!”

“Oh, then I suppose you already know that Lila has a lockpick in her bag?”

“She- you- oh…Well, then we should-”

“Already did. And her toothbrush just for fun,” he snickered, and Tikki lowered onto the chair beside him. “I’m a little insulted that you don’t believe in me.”

“Dinosaurs, Atlantis, the Black Plague…”

Plagg bit off a chunk of his pastry and chewed it grumpily. “We never talk about your mistakes.”

“Thank you, Plagg,” Tikki said, and he blinked, swallowing the rest of the danish whole. “For everything.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sappy on me.” He turned his back to her and waved it away, but she could see the smile tugging on his lips. “Now come on. We’ve got work to do.”

The girls were gathered in Marinette’s room when Tikki and Plagg snuck in and took position on Marinette’s bed. Marinette had strategically positioned herself on top of her locked chest, and partnered with Plagg’s disposal of Lila’s lock pick, it eased some of Tikki’s nerves. At least her secrets would be safe, but that didn’t mean Lila didn’t have other tricks up her sleeve.

After a while, they moved downstairs to watch a movie, and Mr. Dupain brought up homemade pizza. Plagg groaned beside her as the girls pulled apart stretchy strips of cheese, and Tikki restrained him from flying down and helping himself.

Halfway through the movie, Lila got up to go to the bathroom, and Tikki followed. Just as she feared, the moment the door closed, Lila set to work silently opening cabinets. Tikki had half a mind to spray her with the sink nozzle again, but after a few minutes of searching, Lila found what she was looking for—a metal nail file. She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and tucked them both into her pocket.

Back out in the main room, she announced that she was going to go upstairs and call her mom who was traveling overseas on some important ambassador thing, and she only had a short window in the evening to talk to her because of timezones or something. It didn’t matter the reason because it was a lie. Marinette’s glare followed her up the stairs with Tikki right behind it.

“Plagg?” She hissed, glancing around for that lazy black cat, but she didn’t have to guess where he was. “I told you not to touch the pizza!”

Plagg clung to the piece he was greedily stuffing in his mouth as Tikki tugged on his tail. “Oh come on! Mr. Dupain makes his own mozzarella. I couldn’t resist!”

“Lila is on the move! She took a nail file from the bathroom, and now she’s upstairs! Come on!”

Plagg caressed his slice of pizza one last time before Tikki dragged him up the stairs. Lila was already kneeling beside the chest, nail file and bobby pin at work.

“Come on, stupid chest. I know Marinette is behind all of the weird stuff happening to me lately,” she grumbled. “I just need something to blackmail her with to make it all stop. Just open!”

“Plagg, what are we gonna do?” Tikki whispered, and Plagg was already surveying the rest of the room.

“Follow my lead,” he said, darting for the nearest mannequin.

Lila nearly had the lock open when a stack of shoeboxes toppled over, and she jumped. Seeing that it was only boxes, she took a deep breath and turned back to her work.

“What?” She gasped when her makeshift lock picks were no where to be found.

“Lila…”

She startled, jumping up and spinning around, but no one was in the room. No one she could see anyway.

“Liiiila…”

“Very funny, Marinette. I know it’s you. It’s been you the whole time. I don’t know how, but you won’t beat me,” she said, but the way her eyes flicked frantically around the room betrayed her true fear.

“Leave her alone…”

The mannequin by the chaise, surged forward, and Lila’s scream filled the house. She scrambled for the trapdoor, but it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she tugged. The girls rushed up the stairs, Marinette at the front. She pushed the trapdoor open easily to find Lila curled into a ball on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

“What are you doing?” Marinette demanded, and Alya crawled up to wrap an arm around Lila’s shoulders.

“The mannequin!” Lila wailed.

“What about it?” Marinette asked.

“It-It talked and moved and-and-” She pointed across the room, but the mannequin had returned to its original place. Even the shoeboxes had righted themselves. “But…”

“Maybe we should all just go to bed,” Alya suggested, and Lila grabbed her shoulders.

“But it did move! I swear I’m not making it up,” she said, gripping her shirt so tightly that Alya swatted her hands away with a hiss.

“I think you’re just tired-”

“Or crazy,” Marinette mumbled, masking it with a cough.

“Sleep deprivation can make you see weird things,” Alya said. “Come on. Let’s get you some sleep.”

As the girls moved downstairs again, Marinette eyed her chest, but her secrets were safe. Tikki still stayed up all night to make sure Lila didn’t try anything again, but their ghost stunt seemed to have scared her off the idea.

When morning light streamed in from the windows, Tikki sat back with a yawn. Curling in next to Plagg snoring loudly on Marinette’s chaise, she slipped off into sleep with the reassurance that Marinette was safe.

***

The Monday after the sleepover, Lila entered the school on a quest for vengeance. Dark bags hung under blood-shot eyes, and her whole demeanor was slightly unhinged as everyone hung out in the courtyard on break. Tikki knew she was going to target Marinette again, so she lingered close by—waiting.

Marinette was sketching on a bench by herself while a maintenance man repainted the railing to her left. When he reached a stopping point, he scooted the ladder next to the bench and took his break, but Marinette never looked up from her drawing.

“Hey, I heard about the sleepover. What happened?” Adrien materialized at Marinette’s side, startling her out of her skin. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Marinette relaxed. “I don’t know. I knew she was up to no good, and while we were all watching a movie, she went up to my room to ‘call her mom’ then she just started screaming and freaking out,” Marinette said, shooting her a glare across the courtyard. “I don’t really know what happened, but she swears my mannequin talked to her.”

“Do you think she’s doing it all for attention?” Adrien asked, but Marinette pursed her lips.

“I don’t think so this time. She seemed really freaked out when we found her. I think she’s actually losing her mind,” Marinette said.

“You don’t think she’s really being haunted, do you?” Adrien’s green eyes clouded with worry.

“I don’t know,” Marinette said with a shrug. “Maybe she is making it all up for attention, or maybe all of her lying is finally catching up to her.”

“Let’s hope this convinces her to start telling the truth whatever it is,” he said. “I’m just glad she didn’t do anything to you. I was worried when I heard she was coming to your house for a sleepover.”

Marinette’s cheeks flushed at that, and she took her eyes off Lila. Adrien was the perfect distraction, but Tikki wasn’t so easily deterred because Lila was watching them too. Their friendly smiles and close proximity drove her over the edge. When she dashed toward them, Tikki braced herself, but Lila wasn’t aiming for the bench.

Tikki glanced up at the paint can resting precariously on the top of the ladder beside them, recognizing the intent in Lila’s eyes.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said, flitting up to the bucket.

Lila rocked the ladder, but against the laws of natural physics, the can twirled around and dumped on top of her. The courtyard fell silent as the can clattered to the ground, and Lila wiped green paint from her face.

“That’s it!” She screeched, pointing a finger at Marinette. “This is all your fault!”

“Lila, Marinette didn’t do anything. I was talking to her the whole time,” Adrien said, holding up cautioning hands.

“No! Everything is her fault!” Lila stomped a foot. “I don’t know how you keep doing it, but I know it’s you!”

“Lila, what are you-” Alya started, but Lila lunging at Marinette cut her off. Nino and Ivan caught her, and Adrien took a defensive stance in front of Marinette.

“How did you do it, Marinette?” She growled. “I put those test answers in your schoolbag, but they weren’t there when Mlle. Bustier checked! I planted my necklace in your locker during lunch, but somehow you put it back! How did you do it?”

Marinette and Adrien cupped hands over their mouths as the weight of those words settled among their classmates. Confusion and anger snaked its way onto every face, and more classmates joined Adrien guarding Marinette.

“Wait, you tried to frame Marinette? But why?” Nathaniel asked, and Lila shot him a glare.

“Because I hate her! She’s always getting in my way and ruining my plans. I’d have you all eating out of the palm of my hand if it wasn’t for her!” She said, shoulders heaving. She ripped away from Nino and Ivan and kicked the paint bucket with a shriek.

“Whoa, so all those times Marinette said you were lying…” Nino said, lowering his gaze.

“She was right,” Adrien spoke up, and all eyes turned to him. “Lila is a liar. Nothing she’s ever said is true. She just wanted to use all of you for attention.”

“So, you’ve never met Jagged Stone?” Rose deflated.

“And let me guess. You’re not really bffs with Ladybug,” Alya said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Of course I’m not friends with that stupid insect! I hope Hawkmoth takes her Miraculous and rids the world of her stupid face!” Lila shouted.

“What’s going on here?” Mr. Damocles demanded as he and Mlle. Bustier approached.

“Karma,” Marinette said with a grunt.

Lila glanced between each face glaring back at her, the rage-induced fog clearing enough for her to see the damage she’d inflicted. Her eyes widened, and her shoulders shrank. For the first time since she’d stepped foot in their school, Lila was exposed. Powerless. Small.

“My office. Now.” Mr. Damocles barked through gritted teeth, and Lila followed behind him quietly. She had nothing left to say. No more lies to tell.

“M, are you okay?” Alya pulled her best friend in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I never believed you.”

“Yeah, we should have known better. You never trip out over anyone unless there’s a reason,” Nino said, ruffling her hair.

“We’re sorry, Marinette.”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“It’s fine,” Marinette said, cutting everyone off. “Really. I’m not mad at you. Lila manipulated all of you. It’s not your fault she can’t tell the truth.”

“Marinette…” Alya cooed, and all of their classmates huddled around her.

When the bell rang, they all dispersed, heading to their next class, but Marinette excused herself to the bathroom. Tikki slipped back into her purse, relieved that it was finally over and that she hadn’t been caught. Or rather, she thought she hadn’t been caught until Marinette ripped open her purse and dumped her out into her waiting hand.

“I thought kwamis weren’t supposed to meddle,” she said, quirking a brow, and Tikki shrank guiltily.

“I’m sorry, Marinette! I just knew she was up to no good, and I couldn’t let her frame you,” she said, pressing her paws together.

“Putting the test answers back and moving the necklace are like you, but exploding milk cartons and mannequin ghosts?” Marinette cocked a hip. “Plagg, I know you helped too.”

A sinister chortle echoed above them as Plagg floated down beside Tikki. “I couldn’t let sugar cube have all the fun.”

“We’re really sorry,” Tikki said, lowering her head.

She braced for her punishment, but instead, Marinette lifted the two of them to her lips and planted a soft kiss on each of their heads. “Thanks, you two.”

“You mean you’re not mad?”

“Nah, Lila deserved it,” she said with a shrug.

“I’ll accept my reward in the form of one of those tasty cheese danishes your dad makes,” Plagg said, puffing his chest out, and Marinette scratched under his chin with a giggle.

“You can have all the cheese danishes you want,” she said. “It’s nice to know you two have my back.”

“Of course,” Plagg said, draping an arm over Tikki’s shoulders. “If someone wants to mess with the Bug, they’re gonna have to go through us.”

“We’ll always make sure you’re safe,” Tikki added, and Marinette held out a pink with a smile.

“Bien Joué!”

#miraculous ladybug #tikki #plagg #marinette dupain-cheng #lila salt #petty kwami au #my writing #uninteresting tidbit #chapter 1 was 1k chapter 2 was 2k and now chapter 3 is 3k #this was unintentional but i find it amusing #anyway #enjoy #hiatus cat

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dccomicsimagines · 4 years ago

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Christmas Surprises - Barbara Gordon x Reader - Part Two

Part One

Requested by Anon - Hey, I was wondering if you could do a sequel to the Barbara Gordon x Male Reader Christmas fic you did? Have it be a Christmas setting again and have it be where it takes place a couple years later and babs and reader having another Christmas party where they invited everyone and their kids are toddlers now and reader has been really busy fighting crime and babs worries that he won’t be there for Christmas and a miracle happens and reader happens to get there on time and it’s super fluff :)

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“Higher, Daddy.” Mary screamed in delight as you held her above your head and spun her around.

“Always the daredevil.” You laughed, blowing a raspberry into her cheek.

Barbara walked into the living room with your suitcase in her hand. “Are you sure you have to go? It’s so close to Christmas.” You set Mary down. Mary ran over to the Christmas tree to look at the carefully wrapped presents. It was a habit of hers.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” You pulled Barbara into your arms, kissing her passionately. She sighed, returning your kiss. Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Dick needs me on this one. He got into a big mess when he went undercover for Spiral.”

Barbara snorted. “He’s always getting into messes. It’s the Grayson way.” She looked into your eyes. “You’ll call if you need help and you’ll be back in time for Christmas, right?”

“Yes, boss.” You smirked, winking at her. “How can’t I come back to the most beautiful ladies in the world?” Mary ran back to you and hugged your leg, giggling. “And my beautiful little man too? Speaking of James, where is he?”

Barbara shook her head. “He’s hiding. You know he hates it when you leave.”

You kissed Barbara’s cheek. “I’ll talk to him quick.” Mary took your suitcase from Barbara and started to open it. “Stop her from ripping everything apart, Babs. I can’t miss the flight.”

Barbara turned away, stopping Mary. You sighed and left to find your son. “James, where are you, bud?” You went upstairs. He had three hiding places upstairs. You checked under your and Barbara’s bed first. Nothing there except rolls of wrapping paper. Your heart ached at the sight. You were going to miss a lot this year.

Eventually, you found James in his closet, tucked into the top shelf. “Jameo, come out now. I want to say goodbye.” You pulled him out. He stayed stiff and curled up in your arms.

“No.” James pushed at your chest. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

You sighed. James was the more emotional of the two. You knew that scared Barbara, afraid James would become more like her brother than her father. Honestly, it didn’t worry you. Dick was the same way when he was younger. You could see a lot of Dick in your son. “Honey, I know you don’t like me leaving, but I have to go work.”

“You always work.” James hit your shoulder. You sat down on his bed, shaking your head.

“No hitting.” You kissed James’ cheek despite him wiggling away from you. “I know I work a lot, but adults have to work. Besides, I’ll be back for Christmas and we’ll have a big party with the family. You’ll get to see Grandpa Jim and Papa Bruce.”

“But you’re not going to come back someday.” James burst into tears. He hid his face into your chest. You blinked, surprised by this sudden turn. Kids’ thoughts always amazed you.

You held him tighter, kissing the top of his head. “I promise that I will always do my best to come home.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you held them back. You had to be strong, even if you wanted to burst into tears too. “Where did you get this idea?”

“Bobby told me how his Daddy didn’t come home.” James looked up at you. Your breath was taken away. His eyes were so much like Barbara’s. “His daddy went to work and never came back.”

You pursed your lips. Bobby’s father was a cop. “I know, sweetheart.” You touch your nose to James’, looking in the eye. “But his daddy helped people, just like I help people. I will always try to come home to you.” You weren’t sure what else to say.

“Daddy.” James wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you with a death grip. You held him tighter. Burying your face into his hair, you breathed in the smell of his baby shampoo. You had given him and Mary a bath last night.

You looked up to find Barbara watching from the doorway with tears in her eyes. “I love you so much.” You kissed James’ head again. It took all you had to get to your feet. “Take care of your sister and your mama for me, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” James let you go and allowed you to set him back down on his feet. He ran over to Barbara, hugging her leg.

“It’s time. You better get going.” Barbara took your hand. You pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Thanks, Babs.” You moved past her and hurried downstairs.

Mary ran to you. “Daddy, you have to take a cookie with you.” She handed you a Santa shaped sugar cookie that you had made yesterday.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You kissed her head, taking the cookie while picking up your suitcase. “Be good for your mother. I love you.” You flashed Barbara a charming smile. She frowned at you.

“Just come home soon.” Barbara went to your side, kissing you sweetly. “And if you are not back for the Christmas party, I will kill you.”

You laughed. “And there’s the Barbara I know.” Barbara pushed you out the door. You waved to the kids as you walked down the driveway to the waiting cab. The Gotham suburbs were quiet for this time of night. It made you miss the city.

Once you were in the cab, you took one last look at the house to see Barbara, Mary, and James waving from the front window. You smiled, heart shattering. One day, you wouldn’t have to leave them behind again.

***

“So (Y/N) is off to Bhutan to save his brother again?” Dinah asked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. Barbara nodded with a sigh, stirring her hot chocolate absentmindedly. The two of them were in the kitchen at Barbara’s house. Mary and James were taking their naps. The house was too quiet.

“I know why he has to go. I mean it’s Dick.” Barbara bit his lip. “And I can’t say no, because I left to help you last month, but it is so close to Christmas.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate. “We haven’t even taken the kids to see Santa yet. Not to mention shopping.”

Dinah raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you wrapped presents yesterday.”

“Only the ones we’re giving to other people. (Y/N) and I were waiting to go buy for the kids.” Barbara rubbed her temples. “It’s just hard not to have him here.”

“I think you forgot about the Christmas party.” Dinah hid her smile behind her cup.

“Oh and the Christmas party.” Barbara put her hands on her hips. “(Y/N)’s idea, of course, and now he’s not here to do any of the work for it. Typical Grayson behavior.”

Dinah laughed out loud. Barbara glared at her. “Sorry Babs, but you said the same thing when you were going into labor too.” She changed her voice to sound like Barbara’s. “I’m going to have to push two humans out of me and all (Y/N) had to do was orgasm. Typical Grayson behavior.”

“I did not say that.” Barbara blushed, even as she remembered shouting those words. The mixed expression of bewilderment and shock on your face when she said that was priceless. Dick had been in earshot and laughed until he collapsed onto the floor.

“Sure, sure.” Dinah shook her head. “I’ll help you out if you want. Ollie is doing his brooding thing. I want to stay clear until he finally gets over himself.”

Barbara raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she heard little footsteps running down the stairs. “Oh no.” She closed her eyes when those footsteps were followed by a scream and a thump. “I swear Mary never learns to slow down.” Barbara left the room with Dinah in tow to check on her daughter.

***

You pulled a photo out of your pocket. It was a recent one of Barbara and the twins. You took it on a beach trip you went on last summer. Your heart ached.

“We’re to the drop point you paid for, sir,” the pilot shouted over his shoulder. You were in a small biplane far above the ground. It wasn’t the best transportation, but you had to take what you could get.

“Okay.” You tucked the photo back into your pocket securely and tightened the straps on your parachute. “Thanks.”

“Just don’t die.” The pilot glanced back at you worriedly. “I don’t want blood splatter on my plane.”

You laughed, smirking at him as you stood up. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty good at this sort of thing. It’s in the blood.” You jumped, somersaulting in the air.

The fall was great. You had a huge grin on the whole way down. Getting too into the fall, you waited a tad too long to pull the parachute. “If Barbara were here, she’d kill me,” you mumbled to yourself as the ground caught up to you quickly. You released the parachute early and rolled into the landing.

Slamming into several rocks, you flipped to your feet just in time to stop yourself from rolling off a cliff. “Swell.”

“Judging by that performance, you must be related to Agent 37.” You looked up to see a tall, muscular man with a keffiyeh on his head. He crossed his arms, looking annoyed.

You smirked, recognizing that annoyed look from Dick’s descriptions of the guy. “Tony the Tiger, right?”

He sneered at you. “I should kill you for that.”

“Like you would.” Dick’s voice made you smirk even wider. “I know you love that nickname.”

“Dickie boy, my brother, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” You ran to hug him once he stepped out from behind Tiger. “Look at you. Super spy.” You spun him around. Dick laughed, hugging you back and letting you manhandle him. “Getting into trouble like always.”

You set him down. “Not too much trouble.” Dick smiled, drinking in the sight of you. He had been with Spiral for a year. You haven’t seen him in so long. “Thanks for coming, (Y/N). I know it’s a bad time of year for you to be gone.”

“As long as you come home with me, we won’t have a problem.” You ruffled his long hair. “You need a haircut.”

“Enough.” Tiger pushed himself between the two of you. “We have work to do.”

You raised an eyebrow. Dick shrugged. “I’ll explain it to you later,” Dick whispered, gesturing for you to follow him and Tiger. You sighed, wondering what you got yourself into.

***

“James, don’t run off.” Barbara jogged to catch up with her son.

“But Mommy, Daddy would love this.” James bounced on his toes, pointing at the store display. Barbara sighed. Her heart was going to take a while to slow back down to a normal pace.

Barbara tightened her hand around Mary’s. Mary was the runner. The one she always had to watch. You said she got that from Dick, who was ran off a lot as a little kid, but Barbara knew you were the real runner of the Grayson clan. “Jameo, why do you think Daddy would want a...” Barbara stared at the display. “A can opener?”

“Because Daddy is always opening cans.” James smiled proudly. Barbara bit her lip, giggling. She caved. Why did both kids have your smile? Her heart ached, wishing you were here for the hundredth time this hour.

“Okay.” She picked one up with her free hand. “But now you hold Mary’s hand and no running off.” James obeyed and they headed to the front of the store.

“Mommy, can I get Daddy that?” Mary said. Barbara stopped, turning to follow Mary’s gaze to see she was pointing at a piece of black lingerie.

It took everything Barbara had not to burst out laughing. Mary wouldn’t understand. “W..why would Daddy want that?”

“Because it’s pretty.” Mary smiled sweetly.

Barbara took a deep breath. She told herself not to imagine the look on your face when Mary gave you that. “Okay then.” She took one in her size, figuring she might as well.

“Daddy is going to love our gifts.” Mary clapped her hands excitedly. Barbara made sure to grab her hand again.

“I’m sure he will.” Barbara shook her head before leading the kids to find more gifts.

***

You shook your head. “This is insane.”

“Shut up.” Tiger smacked the back of your head. “Get in there and distract Talia al Ghul.”

You shivered from the roof of the monastery. Talia was below, meditating. It was strange. You never knew her to meditate, but then again Damian did, so Talia must have taught him. “She knows me, you know. This won’t work.”

“Use the hypos we gave you,” Dick said, pulling on a monk’s robe. “Tony and I need to end this once and for all.”

“Barbara is going to kill me,” you muttered under your breath. You jumped, landing far away from Talia. Walking calmly, you acted like you were just strolling the monastery grounds.

You stopped near Talia, studying a statue a few feet from her. She tensed, but relaxed after a moment. Her eyes stayed closed. “(Y/N) Grayson, so we meet again.”

Cursing Dick and Tiger under your breath, you turned toward her. “Hello Talia, how are things?” The stupid hypos must not be working.

Talia opened her eyes and looked at you. “I didn’t know you worked for Spyral.”

“Oh so hypos is working?” You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, at least I didn’t mess that up.”

She clicked her tongue. “Are you here to stop my father?”

You rubbed your chin, smiling when you realized she clicked her tongue like Damian did. “No, I’m just here to make sure my brother can come home.”

“Brother? Richard is here?” Talia hopped to her feet.

“Maybe?” You pursed your lips, wondering if you should answer that. A sigh escaped you. You weren’t meant for this spy stuff.

Talia grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the monastery. “He’s walking into a trap.”

“Wait, what?” You allowed her to pull you along, heart skipping a beat.

“My father wanted your brother here.” Talia led you deeper into the dark monastery. “We must move quickly to save him.”

“Dick, what have you gotten yourself into?” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head.

***

“Grandpa Jim, can you help us make a snowman?” James asked, pulling at Jim’s arm as he tracked in snow from outside.

“James, remember boots off before you come into the house,” Barbara sighed. She filled up Jim’s cup of coffee. Jim had stopped by the house for a visit. He and Barbara were sitting in the kitchen while the twins played outside.

Jim ruffled James’ hair. “I’ll come out in a moment. Let me finish this coffee first.” James smiled.

“James, boots now.” Barbara pointed back toward the entryway. Jim laughed as James shuffled back to the entryway. “I swear neither of them ever remembers, but then again, neither does (Y/N).” Barbara shook her head with a sad smile.

“When is (Y/N) supposed to be home?” Jim studied his daughter over his cup of coffee.

“Christmas Eve, hopefully in time for the party.” Barbara sighed. “I haven’t heard from him. I shouldn’t have let him chase after Dick.”

Jim nodded. “Dick is running around with the circus again, huh?”

Barbara pursed her lips. Jim still didn’t know about her and your other lives. She hoped to keep it that way, especially since she and you weren’t going out as much. “Yeah, he’s always getting into trouble and (Y/N) has to bail him out.” She glanced out the window at Mary who was struggled to make a snowman. You would normally be out there helping her. Barbara’s heart ached. She missed you so bad. “(Y/N) is going to bring him home this time though.”

Jim smiled sadly. “He’ll be here in time, Barbara. (Y/N) has never let you down.”

She laughed. “No, he hasn’t.” She remembered how many times you showed up late, but always able to make up for anything you missed. That was a Grayson thing too. As just to prove her thought, James came in with a mop and tried to clean up the mess his boots made on the floor.

Jim downed the rest of his coffee. “Look at him, just like his mother.” He got to his feet. “Come on, bud. Let’s go build a snowman.”

“Really?” James cheered, grabbing Jim’s hand to pull him to the entry. Barbara caught the mop that James promptly dropped. She shook her head and finished cleaning up the mess.

Once she was done, she went to the window to watch her father and her children build snowmen. She sighed. Slowly, she took a few pictures on her phone and sent them to you. You probably won’t get them until you were back in civilization.

Barbara shook her head to stop herself from slipping down a slope of self pity. She should make the most of this moment. With a skip in her step, she put on her coat, boots, and gloves and went out to join her family.

***

“(Y/N)!” Dick screamed after you as you ran straight into the line of fire. Talia gasped when you slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. The bullets rained into the wall behind you. You wrapped your arms around her.

“I’m not trying anything with you, I swear,” you laughed, amazingly calm despite the danger around you. You rolled Talia and yourself out of danger and behind cover.

“I never thought much of you, (Y/N). Now I could see I was wrong.” Talia smiled at you, squeezing your bicep.

You raised an eyebrow. “First of all, not the time as we are probably about to die. Second, yuck because you slept with Bruce, and third, I’m married to the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world.” Talia smirked. You shifted away from her, almost forgetting about the bullets showering around you. “Fourth, you’re Damian’s mom.”

“What is your point?” Talia shifted closer to you.

“I mean no.” You rolled back out into the line of fire and somersaulted into the air. Within moments, the shooters were disarmed and unconscious.

Dick ran to your side. “(Y/N), what the hell was that?!”

“Calm down, I’m fine. Talia is fine and coming onto me.” You turned back to where you left her. Your eyes widened. She was gone. “Well, not anymore, thank goodness.”

Dick wrinkled his nose. “Well, Tony thinks you’re crazier than I am, and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Duh.” You wrapped an arm around Dick’s neck and gave him a noogie. Dick grunted, trying to escape. “I was the original, you know.”

“Uh huh.” Dick escaped, glaring at you. “So I’ve officially resigned from Spyral. That was my deal with Tiger. I’ll help him with Ra’s and I’m free.”

You sighed in relief. “Good, because it’s time to go home.” You wrapped your arm around Dick’s shoulders and pulled him toward the doors. “We got a party to crash.”

“Can you crash a party when it’s at your house?” Dick teased, his arm settled around your waist.

“You can if you’re late.” Dick and you came to a stop when you saw the mountains you needed to climb.

A groan escaped you. “Did you forget to ask Tiger to give us a lift before he left?”

“Oops.” Dick blushed. You flicked him in the forehead, shaking your head.

“If Babs kills me, I hope you know it’s your fault.” You rolled your shoulders. Dick just laughed as you both started your journey back home.

***

Barbara vacuumed the living room. She glanced behind her to check on the twins. They were sitting at the dining room table, making paper chains to decorate for the party. Honestly, Barbara was quite proud of herself for thinking of something to keep them busy while she cleaned.

She sighed. You had sent her a quick text, saying you would probably be late for the party, but you’d make it. She shook her head, feeling sick.

“Mommy, look,” Mary shouted over the vacuum. Barbara turned it off to see Mary wrapping her paper chain around herself like a scarf. “Aren’t I fancy? Like Selina?”

Barbara paled slightly. “Yes, like Selina.” She cursed Bruce for bringing Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, to the twins’ last birthday party. Mary had fallen in love with her, thinking Selina was the fanciest woman in the world. It burned Barbara. You reassured Barbara that doesn’t mean Mary didn’t think she wasn’t the best, but it hurt to see her daughter look up to a hopefully former thief.

Mary giggled, pleased with herself. Barbara sighed again, turning the vacuum back on. “He’s probably going to bring her tomorrow too,” she mumbled under her breath. Everything in her hoped you would be here in time anyway. Please let the Grayson magic work for you once again.

***

“Layovers suck,” you retorted as you walked through a market in Hong Kong.

“At least now you have time to buy Babs and the kids presents.” Dick smiled guiltily at you. You felt a little bad for the guilt trip, but then you remembered how this was all Dick’s fault and suddenly you didn’t feel bad.

“At least.” You stopped to look over a display of snack foods. It was a wide selection, but you picked up two boxes of Koala’s March cookies and two bags of Fujiya Milky candy. You bought the snacks and kept going. Dick trailed behind. “I’m not mad at you, Dick. I’m just scared I won’t make it back home in time.”

Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I feel bad. I’m the reason you’re here instead of at home with your family.”

You bumped his arm. “Hey now. I’m happy I get to finally bring you home after you spent a year with Spyral.” You stopped by a jewelry stall, gazing at the probably fake jade rings. “Think Barbara would like this?”

“She’ll know it fake,” Dick said, wincing when the stall owner glared at him. He gave them a sheepish wave.

“True.” You moved on before Dick was murdered by the stall owner. “I can’t wait for you to see the kids. Mary runs around without looking like you did and James hides like you did.”

“Like I did? You are the one who runs,” Dick shook his head.

You rolled your eyes. “I remember when you were two and you ran ahead and slid right into the elephant dung.”

Dick blushed, groaning. “Why do you have to bring that up?” He smirked. “I remember when you ran so fast that you startled the elephants into a stampede and they took down the big tent. Mr. Haly was so mad, but somehow you talked him out of telling Mom and Dad.”

Your eyes burned slightly. “Yeah, that was a good day, but not as good as you falling in the elephant crap.” A look at Dick told you he was getting emotional too. “Hey, let’s see if I can find something more than snacks for my family, huh?” You clapped a hand on his shoulder and led him on. Dick smiled and the two of you let the moment pass.

***

“He’s not going to make it.” Barbara slammed down the plates. Alfred looked at her worriedly.

“Master (Y/N) and Master Dick still have a few hours. They were on their last layover, weren’t they?” Alfred asked, taking the plates from Barbara. They were getting ready for the party. Alfred had offered to come early along with Cass to help set up. Cass was entertaining Mary and James to keep them out of the way.

Barbara sighed. “I’m sorry. He’ll be here.” She smiled weakly, close to tears. Alfred rubbed her back. “It’s just been hard. This is his favorite time of year, especially with the kids.” She sank down to sit at the dining room table. Alfred moved to keep setting it up for the buffet dinner they were going to have. “I keep thinking, (Y/N) would love to be here for this or that.”

“You and Master (Y/N) have been gone before?” Alfred asked, knowing the answer, but trying to be kind.

“Yes, but not over Christmas. This is as bad as being gone for the kids’ birthday.” Barbara shook her head again. “Sorry, I’ll get it together. He’ll get here, he always does.”

Alfred smiled. “Yes, Master (Y/N) does have that Grayson knack of always making it work. Master Dick does the same thing.”

Barbara laughed, changing the subject. “I can’t wait until he sees what the kids bought him.” She paused when she heard little feet running into the room. James appeared around the corner, jumping into Barbara’s arms. “What is it, sweetheart?” she soothed.

“Daddy is not coming home.” James sobbed like his heart was broken. “They said the snow is too bad.” Barbara’s eyes widened. She jumped to her feet with James still in her arms. Hurrying to the living room, she felt like a bucket of ice water dropped over her.

“All flights to and from Denver are canceled due to extreme winter weather conditions. This is a once in a lifetime storm.” The reporter said it calmly, like it didn’t ruin the Christmases of two kids and their mother. Cass was holding Mary, who didn’t seem to catch on it meant Daddy wasn’t coming home. “Moving on, here are some Christmas cocktails to add to your spirits this holiday season.”

Barbara shook her head, holding James tighter. “(Y/N), please find a way.” She closed her eyes to hope.

***

You collapsed to your knees when the announcement had been made. “She’s gonna kill me.” You covered your face with your hands. Dick kicked your side.

“Stop being so overdramatic, we’ll be home by Christmas Day then.” Dick grabbed the scuff of your shirt and pulled you back into your seat at the airport lounge.

“No, we’ll miss the party. The party I wanted to throw. The party that was my idea.” You shook your head. “Babs is going to be so pissed.”

Dick snorted. “Yeah, she’ll be pissed about that.”

“But like I said this is all your fault, having to go get yourself in trouble again, Dickie boy.” You got to your feet to pace. The lounge wasn’t too crowded since most people had already left to wait everything out. “There has to be something we can do. Batplane?”

“One, Bruce won’t let us. Two, it wouldn’t fly in this weather either.” Dick shivered, looking out the window at the swirling snow. “This is nuts.”

“Says the Dick.” You flicked his forehead. Dick smacked your hand away. Suddenly, you froze. A lightbulb flashed in your head. “That’s it. We’ll call Wally.”

Dick shook his head. “I don’t think even he could run in a storm like this.”

You swore under your breath. “What about...Clark?” A smile pulled at your lips. “Oh he could do it.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be comfortable for us.” Dick rolled his eyes. “Just give up already.”

You pouted, elbowing Dick’s side. “I’ll find a way.” You got to your feet to grab your phone and make some calls.

***

Barbara was in a depressed mood throughout the party. The kids seemed to inherit her mood, becoming cranky and sullen. Everyone was enjoying themselves, but were aware of the dispositions of their hosts.

“Don’t let this get you down, Babs. I mean he’s (Y/N) Grayson. He’ll find a way,” Tim said, sitting down next to her on the couch. Mary had fallen asleep in his arms.

“You need to stop hero worshiping the Grayson brothers.” Barbara let James crawl into her lap. “(Y/N) is not perfect.”

“I didn’t say that, but he always makes it work.” Tim bit his lip. “He’ll get here.” Almost as if on cue, a shout and a thump came from the roof. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up.

“Babs, were you expecting someone?” Jason teased, going outside to see. Mary woke up with a start.

“Santa!” She ran out after Jason with only her socks on.

“Mary!” Barbara followed quickly with James still in her arms. “Come back here until we know what that was!”

Mary ignored her mother, running into the snow with her socks. Jason picked her up. “Is he here? Did he bring Daddy? I asked him real nicely.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jason said, eyeing the roof. Bruce came out with Tim and Damian behind him.

“What happened?” Bruce asked, going right to business.

“Not sure.” Jason shrugged.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a deep voice sounded. “Ho, ho, ho.”

“SANTA!!!!” Mary screamed. Jason winced. “SANTA, DID YOU BRING HOME DADDY?!?!”

“Mary, stop.” Barbara sent her a stern look. James shivered from the cold in her arms.

“TT, probably a lunatic of some sort.” Damian crossed his arms. He went to the side of the house to start climbing when he heard laughing followed by a shout and suddenly Dick Grayson fell from the roof. He twirled in the air and landed on his feet. Damian jumped back in surprise.

Barbara’s jaw dropped. Everyone else was speechless. Jason just laughed. “Where Daddy, Uncle Dickie?” Mary asked, reaching her arms out for him. Dick smiled charmingly. He took her and spun her around.

“He’s coming. He just had to thank Santa for us.” Dick kissed her cheek. James whined, wanting attention too. Dick took him from Barbara, showering both kids with love.

“Santa?” Barbara looked back up at the roof, confused. Suddenly, from behind the chimney, you stepped out with your suitcase and slid down the roof. With a grace that mirrored Dick’s, you landed on the ground easily.

“Merry Christmas!” You bowed, holding your arms out. “I told you I would be back in time.” You only had to time to look up when Barbara ran to you with enough force to knock you over into the snow. She fell on you hard, but you found you didn’t care.

Barbara kissed you, holding the sides of your face. You wrapped your arms around her, not caring about how numb the snow made your back.

“Get a room,” Jason said teasingly. Barbara turned to glare at him. Suddenly, two balls of energy joined the dog pile.

“DADDY!” Mary screamed in delight. “Santa brought you like I asked.”

“Daddy, we missed you,” James added quietly. You hugged all three of them, happy to be home.

***

Hours later, you were sipping some eggnog as the party died down. Bruce, Alfred, Tim, and Damian went home. Dick crashed on the couch. Jim had retired to the guest bedroom and the kids were asleep in their beds. Cass was getting ready to sleep on an air mattress in the laundry room. Jason passed out in an armchair.

“Well, I guess Jay will stay the night too,” Barbara whispered, covering Jason with a blanket.

“Might as well.” You took a bigger sip of your eggnog, watching Barbara with love. Your heart warm and full.

Barbara hummed. She came over to take your hand and led you back to the kitchen. “So now you tell me how you got home? I heard the Denver airport had been shut down.”

“Right, well I called Santa.” You smirked when she glared at you. “What? It’s true.”

“No, you did not.” Barbara crossed her arms. “Come on, did you call Superman? Wally?”

You downed your eggnog and took her into your arms. “I told you. It was Santa. He stopped to pick us up and just dropped us off as he went by. He said Mary wished me home for Christmas.”

“(Y/N).” She frowned. You kissed her lips, feeling the frown melt under your touch.

“Babs.” A thrill went through you as she melted, kissing you passionately. “Let’s go to bed.”

She sighed. “Fine, but only because you won’t tell me what you did.” You scooped her up in your arms. She giggled. “Why do you have to be so charming all the time?”

“It’s funny. I was wondering why you have to be so goddamn beautiful all the time?” You kissed her again. Maybe someday you would tell her you were telling the truth. Maybe you would explain how you called Zatanna who knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Santa Claus and you convinced him to stop by to pick you and Dick up. Maybe you would let her know that the ‘ho, ho, ho’ she heard was the real Santa Claus. You shook your head. She wouldn’t believe you anyway.

“I love you, (Y/N) Grayson, even though you drive me up the wall.” Barbara played with your hair.

“I love you too, Mrs. Grayson, and I would love to drive you into a wall.” You smirked at her giggle and hurried to your bedroom with the love of your life in your arms.

***

Barbara bit the inside of her cheek as Mary handed you her present. “Daddy, you’re going to love it.” She bounced around excitedly.

“I sure am.” You smiled, not knowing what was coming. It seemed like forever to Barbara, heart stopping as she waited for you to rip off the wrapping paper and open the box. Your jaw dropped, brow furrowed in bewilderment. She tasted blood in her mouth from how hard she was biting.

“See, isn’t it pretty, Daddy?” Mary asked innocently. You pulled out the black lingerie. Jason and Dick burst out laughing while Cass pressed her hand over her mouth in surprise. Jim shook his head, kicking both Jason and Dick in the shin. Mary looked confused.

“I love it, sweetheart.” You smiled smoothly, pulling Mary into your lap. “Why did you get me this?”

“Because you like pretty things.” Mary kissed your cheek. You met Barbara’s eye from across the room. She couldn’t help, but smirk back at you. You shook your head. She watched as you checked the tag, growing your own smirk when you saw it was in her size.

You hugged Mary and attacked her with kisses. “You’re right, I love pretty things.”

“Mine next, Daddy.” James ran up. You took his present like it was irreplaceable, showering James with attention too.

Cass appeared at Barbara’s side. “Did you do that on purpose?” she whispered.

“No, that was all Mary, but the look on (Y/N)’s face was rich.” Barbara smiled. “I knew he would think it’s funny.”

Cass nodded. “(Y/N) loves you and your children very much.”

Barbara wrapped an arm around Cass’ shoulders. “Yes, he does.” She kissed Cass’ cheek. Thank goodness to the Grayson magic, Barbara thought to herself as you acted like a can opener was the best thing in the world.

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For @dailysvu‘s Sonny Carisi Appreciation Week

Prompt: Day 6: Nightmare

When Sonny is eight he starts getting a recurring nightmare. It’s an awful, twisted memory of the summer just gone by.

The dream starts just like his memory. They’re at the beach. Mama left Teresa in charge while she went back to their rented beach house to start cooking dinner; Daddy - Dad, Sonny corrects himself in his memory, he’s not a baby anymore - has gone into town to get their fourth of July fireworks; Sonny had asked to go with him but Dad said he had to look after your sisters, Junior.

Teresa isn’t doing a very good job of being in charge; she’s sunbathing with one eye open so she can check if the lifeguard is watching her. The lifeguard isn’t watching Teresa because he’s watching two older girls sunbathing up the beach, but since Teresa’s about to start high school she doesn’t much listen to anything Sonny has to say. She calls him Dominick like Sonny is a baby name and tells him to go away.

Gina’s made friends with some other kids. She does that everywhere they go; she's playing volleyball and ignoring her brother and sisters. And so it’s just Sonny and Bella.

The problem is Bella can’t swim. She thinks she can but she’s no good at it. Dad says she’s gonna have to learn because they live on an island, but Mama says it doesn’t really count. In Sonny’s real memory when Bella runs into the sea and gets caught in a wave he’s quick - he swims right out after her because the lifeguard is still not watching the ocean, and he swallows so much water he’s still coughing it up hours later, but he manages to grab hold of Bella before she goes under the water - and the bigger kids Gina's been playing with see them, and they swim out to help them back to shore. Teresa yells at Sonny and Bella, and then Mama yells at Teresa, and then Dad yells at everyone.

In his real memory he wakes up in the middle of the night and his chest still feels tight from all the coughing, but when he opens his eyes and looks across the little room he’s sharing with Bella, she’s fast asleep with her bunny rabbit tucked up under her head and he knows she’s okay.

That’s not what happens in the nightmare.

In the nightmare when the wave gets Bella he’s not quick enough. There aren’t any bigger kids nearby and he sees Bella slip under the water before he can reach her. In the nightmare he tries to get to her but everything goes black, and cold, and he can feel hands on his legs dragging him down, down, down into the water.

When he wakes up he screams. Screams loud enough to wake the whole house up and the first time it happens Dad comes running in with a baseball bat like he’s going to beat Sonny’s nightmare with it. Mama’s right behind him, and when Dad drops the bat she pushes past him, sitting on Sonny’s bed and brushing his sweat soaked hair back from his forehead. She kisses him and asks him what happened while Dad sends the girls back to bed.

He doesn’t stop getting the nightmare for almost a full year - a year of his parents whispering things like therapy when they think he’s not listening, of Mama soothing his tears and kissing his hair, of Dad telling him it’s time to grow up a little, and Gina saying he’s too old to be this dumb. Dad only lets him get in their bed the first couple of times - after that he says Sonny’s got to learn to manage. Sometimes when he wakes up from the nightmare he sneaks across the hall to remind himself that Bella’s okay, and if she spies him she’ll creep past Gina’s bed to give him a hug. She tells him he’s the best big brother in the world and he swells with pride every time, even though Bella only has one big brother so she wouldn’t know any different.

He gets the nightmare occasionally for the next couple of years, but as the memory of that day at the beach fades, so do the dreams; by the time he’s in middle school he’s stopped getting nightmares altogether. At least until Bobby Bianchi decides to use his head as a wrecking ball.

The cuts and bruises heal much faster than the rest of him. He has nightmares about Bobby Bianchi for far longer than he ever had nightmares about that day at the beach. Sometimes the two nightmares combine and the hands that are dragging Sonny down to the ocean floor belong to Bobby; the cruel way he’d laughed as Sonny fell to the ground echoing in his ears.

His father had been so disappointed in the aftermath of the window incident that Sonny doesn’t dare tell him about the nightmares. He doesn’t tell his mom either, because she was already so worried about him, had struggled to hold back tears as she helped clean his blood away. He doesn’t tell anyone - not even Bella - because the first time he’s ripped from sleep by the nightmare he can hear his parents talking quietly downstairs - he tiptoes down carefully, just wanting the comfort of seeing his mom even though he’s too old to ask for a hug, for her to tuck him back into bed.

He stops three steps from the bottom of the stairs when he hears his name, and he listens with his fists clenched, his bottom lip between his teeth. “He’s too sensitive,” Dad is saying, “That’s why these kids pick on him.”

“Dominick, that’s not fair,” Mom says back in a hushed whisper, “We raised him to be a good kid, a sweet, kind child. That doesn’t mean that-” he hears his mother choke on her words, can tell that she’s crying, and he takes a guilty step back up the stairs, shuffling away but staying in earshot as his father comforts her.

“He’s gonna be just fine,” his dad says, “But we’ve gotta toughen him up a bit. It’s my fault, three sisters, I should’ve seen this coming. I’ll speak with him.”

Sonny slips back into his own bed and holds his anxieties in, keeps his nightmares to himself.

Two days later his dad sits him down - man to man - and talks to him about toughening up a little, growing a thicker skin. He asks again who pushed Sonny through the window and Sonny knows he’s disappointed when he doesn’t get an answer. He swallows down his fear, his discomfort, and tells his father he’ll handle it. It’s years before they’re back on the same page again.

When the nightmares come he holds back screams, buries his tears in his pillow as he cries himself to sleep. His mother frets - thinks he’s not sleeping enough, staying up too late - he’s not eating properly, she says, shuffling him into the kitchen, making him stand by her side as she prepares spaghetti sauce and meatballs and a dozen other recipes he commits to memory watching her hands move, waiting for her to shove a plate in front of him to reassure herself she’s doing something to help.

After a time, much like before, the nightmares trickle away. Never entirely, though. It’s long after middle school that he stops dreaming about Bobby Bianchi - though the nightmares don’t bite at his adult self in the same way, he’s still thrown awake well into his college years, that laughter ringing in his ears.

Becoming a police officer, then a detective, he sees things. Sometimes he sees the worst of humanity and it can leave him fraught, on edge. He’s worked hard at setting his emotions aside at the end of the day, but there are some sights you can’t unsee, and some images that won’t leave his head. When he closes his eyes at night there are cases that haunt him, that have him waking up in a cold sweat and struggling to catch his breath.

Early on he gets a domestic disturbance call that he’ll remember for the rest of his life - Ellen Carter’s face lingers in his mind, the way he had tried to persuade her to get out of that house, leave her husband. The way she looked, blooded and beaten, her skull smashed in and her body slumped over by the wall. He wakes up every night for a week with the image of her eyes in his head and he has to shake himself, roll over and try and get back to sleep. His sergeant tells him he looks like hell, that whatever’s going on in his personal life he can’t bring it to work with him. It’s like he’s desensitised, and Sonny will take the dark nights over that any day.

He makes detective and he works homicide. It’s worse. There’s not just one Ellen Carter, there’s dozens. It gets harder and harder and though he doesn’t have any one recurring nightmare, he never goes long between episodes of waking up and remembering their faces.

So he moves to SVU - he wants to make a difference before it’s too late. But SVU brings its own dark cases, it’s own haunting images. It’s at SVU that he starts to pick up real nightmares again, not just flickering images. The cases and the heartbreak, they still get him, but it’s his own experiences that follow him into his dreams.

He takes Mike Dodds’ death hard and it’s the first time in years that he’s had the kind of nightmares that dig deep into his consciousness. He replays his imagined memory of the scene in his head - the way Mike got shot, how he faded from life; and some nights it isn’t Mike - some nights Sonny’s the one who got shot and he’s lying bleeding on the ground and plunged into darkness, unseen hands grasping at him. Those nightmares are hard - but the kind that leave him biting back a scream are the nightmares where Mike is replaced with someone else - with Fin, or Olivia, or Amanda, and those dreams having him clawing at his bedsheets, grabbing at his phone on the nightstand, his thumb inches away from calling to check in - to reassure himself that they’re okay.

He only make a call once, and only because he has a text from Amanda sent thirty minutes before - Jesse’s cutting a new tooth and it’s keeping both her and Amanda awake. He’s breathless when he greets her, enough that she catches it even over the phone.

“Carisi? Where are you?”

“In bed,” he says, sitting upright, a hand in his damp hair, heart still hammering in his chest.

Amanda’s suspicious, and he’d laugh if he wasn’t already so off-kilter, “Why are you calling me from your bed?”

“I- I can’t sleep,” he admits.

“Are you okay?”

There’s something about the way her tone shifts - something about Amanda Rollins in general - that makes it easy for him to tell her. Maybe in person he would hold back a little more, but she can’t see his face and he’s still shaking, “I- not really. I’ve been havin’-”

“Nightmares?” she finishes, her voice soft down the line. It’s the first time since he was nine years old that he’s let someone else into this part of his life. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah,” he says, and he means it - just knowing he’s told her is soothing in itself, “I just- wanted to know you an’ Jesse were okay.”

She hums down the phone, offers to distract him, and he falls asleep sometime later to the sound of Amanda settling Jesse. He sleeps through the rest of the night. The dreams don’t go away altogether, but they fade with time.

When Tom Cole puts a gun to Sonny’s head it ends with him dead on the floor, Sonny spattered with his blood, and he keeps it together. In the dark of his bedroom hours later he awakes choking with fear. He had thought his number was up, and that feeling doesn’t go away, not for months.

There are other incidents, too - when Tom Williams falls to his death before Sonny can pull him back over the railings, when Jules Hunter is killed in a deliberate car crash - case after case, victim after victim. Things that happen to his friends and colleagues too - when Barba gets death threats, when Noah is kidnapped, when Liv is held hostage, and when Bucci takes Amanda. He puts so much energy into moving on, focusing on other things, that it’s only natural the thoughts he doesn’t process creep into his dreams.

He handles it though - the dreams never become what they were when he was a child, never take over his sleep every night. He doesn’t need to be comforted, has learned to shrug them off and go back to sleep. He almost always only gets those kind of dreams when he is alone, and on the rare occasions there is another body beside him in his bed when he sits bolt upright, shaking with terror, he always downplays it - a bad dream, something that happened on a case once. Nothing to worry about.

It’s almost cruel that his old dream comes back to haunt him just as his waking life becomes everything he’s wanted it to be for so long. The first time he startles awake in Amanda’s bed he hopes it’s a fluke - just one of those days something in his subconscious has triggered this old memory. When Amanda blinks up at him, he tells her he’s fine - says he woke up with heartburn though he knows she doesn’t believe him. He doesn’t want to tell her what happened in his dream - the way it wasn’t Bella being swept under the waves, but Jesse. The way it wasn’t him being dragged down but Amanda.

After the third night in a row of the old nightmare twisting - this time it’s Billie being caught in the waves, Sonny unable to catch her in time - the third night of Amanda catching him awake, a new excuse on his tongue each time - a distraction in the form of his mouth on hers, his hands sliding beneath the blankets; losing himself in her at the same time he steers her away from what had woken him - Sonny decides to sleep alone, to go back to his own apartment and hope this string of nightmares run their course.

It doesn’t help. Two nights without Amanda and he’s had even less sleep than the three previous.

She frowns at him over his office desk as she hands him a coffee, and she takes the seat opposite without him offering. “Alright, Counsellor, what’s going on?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Are you gonna come home with me tonight?” she asks, leading him into the conversation.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, I- I got a lot to catch up on.”

“I’d say you were avoiding me,” she says, leaning forward on his desk, “But I don’t think that’s it.”

He shakes his head, “Never.”

“So if it’s not me, then what? The girls?”

“No,” he insists, surprised she’d even suggest it, “I thought you might want some space.”

“And instead of asking me you go home alone and what - lie awake all night? Because you look like you haven’t slept in a minute,” she reaches across the table, curling her fingers around his, “Carisi, what is it?”

“I’ve just been- I didn’t wanna keep wakin’ you up.”

“You know,” she says, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his hand, “I get nightmares too.”

He sighs, hesitating before telling her the whole story, starting with his original nightmare and talking her through his recent dreams - the conversation takes far longer than either of their lunch breaks should have, but once he starts talking he can’t seem to stop, after holding all of this in for as long as he has.

The nightmares don’t just stop. Being in love with Amanda Rollins makes almost all of Sonny’s life a little brighter, brings a little more light into his days and his nights, but love isn’t a cure all and childhood night terrors don’t go away just because your days are filled with happiness - with sleepy morning kisses, children giggling over breakfast, and sneaking coffee breaks together - with Amanda’s head against his chest on the couch, the way Jesse has started to copy the things he says while they cook, and the times Billie falls asleep on his knee before he’s even halfway through her bedtime story - the nights still grow dark.

The difference now - the difference from every nightmare he’s had since he was nine years old - is that when he wakes gasping into the night, unwanted images assaulting his dreams and corrupting his memories, there’s a soft voice in his ear, and arms curled around him; there are reassurances and promises and hands holding his.

His nightmares slip away after a few weeks - not gone forever, but they become less frequent, less draining. Amanda gets nightmares too - he soothes her through them just as tenderly as she does for him. They’ve both seen things. They both have memories they wish they didn’t. But they have each other.

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When We Were Young (part VI)

Dean x Fem!Reader; Sam x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Read part I here ; Read part II here ; Read part III here ;

Read part IV here ; Read Part V here

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of trauma/abuse, brief moments of self-harm, mentions of anxiety attack

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Y/N grew up together, but when she’s taken away for over 10 years, the boys have no idea what she’s been through. Will asking her to move into the bunker with them reveal more than she’s ready for?

Sam’s words were echoing in your head. Someone was looking for you? At Bobby’s? Who would even know about that part of your life?

You were frozen to your place, hands gripping Dean’s arm like a scared child. Dean was staring daggers at Sam, who wasn’t backing down.

“Bobby didn’t specify,” Sam continued, meeting his brother’s gaze. “He said we should just come there. All of us.” He looked directly at you as he finished and you nodded, moving away from Dean. But Dean grabbed your arm, and for maybe the first time since you were 13, you didn’t flinch at someone else’s touch.

“No.” Dean said with finality. “Absolutely not.” You stared up at him not understanding. He met your stare and lowered his voice, trying to keep his anger in check. “I’ll go, but I want you to stay here.” You shook your head in response, trying to move away from his intense gaze. But he stood his ground.

“You’re not coming, Y/N.” He repeated, trying to end the conversation. But you refused.

“Yes, I am, Dean.” You responded, moving away from his grasp and standing your ground.

Dean sighed loudly and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Y/N...”

“I have to know, Dean!” You shouted, making Sam and him jump lightly from your outburst. You reigned in your emotions and repeated. “I have to know.” Dean had perfected the ‘no nonsense’ tone, but you knew he wasn’t going to argue. You didn’t need to tell him that you had invited him into this situation. Your eyes did the talking for you. He nodded once, and stomped down the hall to pack. Sam left his place in the doorway and came over, squeezing your arm once. “We’ll be there the entire time, Y/N. You don’t have to worry.” You nodded giving him a weak smile as he walked away to follow his brother.

You stood there for a few moments, deciding to wait for the brothers at the Impala. The sooner you left, the sooner you could be at Bobby’s.

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Dean had been silent the entire ride and you could tell he was upset with you. Sam asked you a few questions, trying to figure out who this mystery guest could be, and you saw Dean tense any time you brought up a person from your past. There weren’t a lot, but enough people who you figured could theoretically be looking for you. As you leaned against the Impala’s leather seat you considered who this person might be. It could be entirely innocent, an old foster parent looking to catch up. But you never told anyone about your life at Bobby’s. The other possibility scared you more. Would the Wilson’s really come looking for you? After all of these years...

You didn’t want to think about what you were heading toward anymore, so you thought back to Dean’s kiss. You felt your hands touch your lips subconsciously, remembering how soft Dean’s felt. And how right. You smiled to yourself, but when you looked at Dean all you saw was anger, confusion, and concern. He was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles turning white. Sam was distracted by whatever he was reading on his phone, his dark hair hiding his face. You didn’t want to startle Dean, afraid he might crash with his entire focus on the windshield in front of him, but you didn’t want him to sit and brood to himself with his anger. Leaning forward in your seat, you reach across the bench seat and placed a hand on Dean’s arm. He flinched lightly, your touch jerking him out of his thoughts, but he seemed to relax a bit under your hold. His hands relaxed on the wheel, and he released his left to hang down between the front bench seat and the door. You reached your own hand towards his and felt him entwine your fingers together tightly. You held hands the whole rest of the drive.

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‘Singer Auto Salvage’ looked exactly the same from what you remember and you felt comfortable for the first time in a long time. Like you were home.

Dean was still holding your hand tight, and he squeezed it a few times when he felt you sit up straighter to see out the window. Though you were here for business, you couldn’t wait to see Bobby. He truly became your father after your dad died, even if only briefly, but he had essentially raised you. Though your dad taught you the way of the hunt, Bobby reminded you that it was still okay to have fun, to be a kid. To relax. When you, Sam, and Dean were stuck there for weeks at a time, Bobby would take you all into town to the local playground, or the overgrown baseball diamond. Stuff, he reminded you guys time and time again, that kids did. Dean grumbled whenever Bobby stuffed you all into the car, but you saw his eyes light up whenever you reached whatever fun destination you were heading toward.

You glanced up at Sam who was mirroring your posture, taking it all in. You never asked Sam, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Bobby was to blame for Sam’s short stint in college. Staring at the adult Sam, all you saw was the little kid, whose nose was buried in one of the books Bobby lent him that were way too old for him. The thought made you smile.

As Dean drove down the driveway flanked with busted cars, the house came slowly into view. You loved the big blue house, and between holding on tight to Dean’s hand and finally being back at your childhood home, you started breathing normal for the first time in years.

You smiled widely seeing the stout man standing out front, dirty ball cap and all. Before Dean could even park the Impala, you were rushing out of the car toward the anxiously waiting man.

Bobby opened his arms a bit hesitantly, and you threw yourself into the hug, openly crying.

“Y/N.” Bobby grunted out, holding you tight. He smelled like motor oil and home and you never wanted to be away from this place again. You heard Dean and Sam approach, and you reluctantly pulled back, swiping at your tears, and letting Bobbly hug both boys quickly, knowing they hadn’t seen him in awhile as well. You could see the old man’s small smile hidden under his bushy mustache and it made you want to hug him again.

“Come on, come on,” Bobby said quickly, jumping into mother hen mode and ushering you and the boys quickly into his home. The house looked exactly the same and you paused in the doorway to taking in the small entry way and living room, where you remembered spending much of your time. Though the house was old, it never had that musty smell to it, and you relished in the scent of old books and whiskey. Sam and Bobby walked through the house toward the kitchen, but Dean stopped looking back at you with a smile. He approached, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Come on, baby.” You knew he was still anxious and upset that you had come along, but the smile on your face clearly eased any of the tension pulling at his shoulders. You followed the hunter through the rest of the house, ready to reminisce about your childhood after you figured out the issue at hand. Bobby was sat at the small table in the middle of the room, nursing a beer, and Sam was leaning against the sink beer in hand. Dean opened the fridge and handed you a cold bottle as well. You sat across from Bobby smiling as he stared at you.

“It’s so good to see you, girl...” He muttered, trying to hide the smile that lit up his face. You smiled in return, and reached across the table to grab his hand, squeezing it once.

Bobby coughed awkwardly before diving into the business at hand. “I’m sorry to bring you all the way out here, but I figured you should know and see what we were up against here.” Bobby and the boys were staring at you as Bobby spoke and you knew it was a protective move, but it made you nervous, all attention on you. You took in Bobby’s words, part of what he said ringing in your head.

“Wait, see what we are up against? What do you mean Bobby?” You questioned the man in front of you, and instead of answering your question he asked one of his own.

“Y/N, did you ever hunt a shapeshifter?”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion. You had hunted on your own for awhile, but only the cases that came across your desk that screamed supernatural. Mostly bodies drained of blood or missing organs.

You shook your head at him. “No, never.” Bobby nodded in return, and Dean was losing his patience. You heard him place his beer bottle on the counter behind him, and step forward.

“What are we looking at here, Bobby?” You saw Bobby give Dean the annoyed look only a father could give, but he stood up, motioning for you all to follow him to the study.

“The guy that came sniffing around here seemed normal enough, but when I checked out the yard’s security footage, something caught my eye.”

Dean walked up behind Bobby to check out the open laptop, and nodded. “Eye flair” He stated to Sam, who walked up as well. You stayed behind in the doorway, letting the skilled hunters do their work.

“Y/N,” Sam said turning toward you. “Do you recognize this guy?”

You moved toward the laptop, peering over the side at the frozen image on the screen. You took in the lens flair, and froze, something about the man’s face pulling at your memory. Suddenly it clicked into place and you screamed falling backward on the floor, scooting on your butt until your back hit the wall behind you with a thud. Sam and Bobby looked shocked, but Dean was on his knees instantly, crawling toward you and grabbing at your hands that were clawing at your eyes.

“Baby!” Dean said loud trying to grab your attention, not caring if Sam and Bobby heard his private nickname for you.

“It’s him!” You screamed, eyes clenched shut, but the only thing you saw was his crooked wolf smile. “It’s him, Dean. It’s him.” You repeated over and over again, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t need to say his name out loud for Dean to understand, he could see it in your eyes. But you whispered it anyway, feeling how sour it tasted on your tongue.

“It’s Greg.”

Read part VII here.

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