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imaginefan · 2 years ago

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Too Young

Niklaus Mikaelson X Daughter!Reader Mikaelson Family X Reader

Word Count: 1104

Requested: @lili19080

Request: Can u do one we’re the reader is klaus daughter and she 12 yes old and she suffers from Ed depression and sh and they don’t notice how’s she been losing weight or going more pale cause they think she’s to young but then they find out abt everything

Warning: Mention of Reader Mum dying, Depression

You had changed over the past couple of months but a lot had happened, you'd lost your mum and moved somewhere new, and everyone in the family was watching you but they didn't know what they were looking for, they assumed that the sadness would pass, they didn't notice the weight loss or pale skin, not at first. Hayley was the one to say something when she came to visit Hope, she saw you for a split second and she could see that there was something wrong, she waited until both you and Hope and gone up for bed before saying anything to the rest of the family. "So what's going on with (Y/N)?" Hayley asked, they all looked at her and frowned.

"What are you talking about?" Klaus asked as he looked at her "She's sad," Hayley answered. "You would be if your mother died," Klaus argued. "We've all been through grief and this is different than that." Hayley sighed "when was the last time that she said more than 2 words to you?" "What are you trying to say?" Klaus asked. "Have you been to a doctor about all of this, she might have started off grieving but this is something different now, I haven't seen her in weeks and I can tell that she's lost weight and her skin is paler, you can't let this go on for much longer otherwise you'll lose her," Hayley explained. "What harm will it do brother?" Elijah asked, "at least we can be sure, what if there is something else that we could do to help her?" "Fine but I will find the doctor that she speaks to," Klaus said as he stood from his seat, he knew that he wouldn't be able to talk to anyone until the morning but there was someone that he could talk to about all of this.

Klaus decided that there was only one other place where he was going to find a doctor and there was only one person that he could contact to find one for him. "Caroline." He greeted her as she answered the phone. "What do you want Klaus?" Caroline asked. "I'm looking for a doctor." He answered. "Well I'm not one," Caroline muttered. "But you know the one that knows about what we are." He said, "there has to be one there." "What happened? Is everyone okay?" Caroline answered, she couldn't help herself, knowing that the family were in charge of two young kids, had her asking just to make sure that they were okay but this time she wasn't going to get the answer that she wanted. "(Y/N) hasn't been the same since her mother died, I need to make sure that she's okay but the only way that we are going to be able to get a real answer is if a doctor can check her over." He answered. "I know someone... I'll talk to them and I'll let you know what she says," Caroline answered.

A day later Caroline showed up with a doctor called Jo, she introduced herself as Alaric's girlfriend, which under any other circumstances would have caused a snide comment from the Hybrid, he led her to your room before Caroline convinced him to allow her to do the exam in privacy. "Hi my name Jo, your Dad wanted to get you checked over is that okay?" You asked. "Yeah." You answered, she walked over and crouched in front of you. "How have you been feeling?" She asked and you shrugged in response. "Do you feel good?" "No." You answered, she noticed that you had yet to look at her and she glanced at Caroline who was standing by the door. "Does it hurt somewhere, or feel weird?" She asked. "My head feels weird, fuzzy, sometimes people will talk to me and I just don't understand what they are saying." You answered. "Do you feel tired?" She asked. "Most of the time." you nodded. "What about food? Are you hungry?" She asked. "No." You answered. "Alright, I'm going to go and talk to your Dad okay, we're going to see if we can make things feel better." She answered as you looked at her and nodded.

Jo walked out of the room and came face to face with the rest of your family "So?" Klaus asked. "Well honestly there is nothing physically wrong with her but I think you knew that already," Jo said. "The things that she described as well as the way that she was behaving all lead me to believe that she may be experiencing depression." "How can we help her?" Elijah asked. "Well you've all done the first thing, you've created a proper support system for her, you're all here because you love her in one way or another, and she'll know that but the second is finding someone that she can talk to that isn't a member of the family," Jo explained. "A therapist?" Klaus asked. "Is that a problem?" Jo asked. "No, I know someone that I can ask." He said pulling out his phone "thank you, should you need anything that I can help you with, contact me."

Cami was not surprised to see Klaus' name pop up on her phone, in fact, she could have predicted it "hello?" She asked as she moved around the kitchen making food. "Camille I need a favour," Klaus said. "When do you not?" She asked. "What do you want?" "Please, (Y/N)n needs your help." He said, now given the fact that she had never heard the man say please, she was sure that it was something important, he'd do anything for his daughters. "I'll be there in 15 minutes." She said. "Thank you." Klaus sighed.

Klaus knocked on your door and opened it when you called out "Hello love." He said softly as he walked in. "I'm not going to break," You said as you looked at him, "you can talk normally." "Would you be up for talking to Cami today?" He asked "Sure." You answered. "She's the therapist that's going to fix me." "You don't need to be fixed, you just need to understand what you're feeling," He answered. "I'm sorry but you're a little more like me than we thought, I've never been good with emotion either." "Dad, do you think I will get better?" You asked. "If that's what you want I won't stop until we can get you there." He promised. "Thank you." You dove forward hugging him, you cried as you squeezed him tighter hoping that one day you'll feel better than you do now.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years ago

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In Plain Sight (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has a talk with Jensen about what actually happened with her ex-fiance that led her to come back home...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of cheating/family angst/minor character death

A/N: More of a peek of Jensen and the reader’s relationship in this part along with some insight into Crew’s past!

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It was late afternoon when you found yourself out back with your dad, his computer in his lap as he laid back in one of the lounge chairs under the porch. You were by the edge of the yard, camera focused on a lady bug hanging out on the edge of leaf. A few clicks of it went off before the little thing decided to fly away.

You spun around, taking a candid one of him working away, probably responding to several thousand emails if you had to guess.

“Y/N,” he chided without looking. “What’d I tell you about taking pictures without people’s approval?”

“Hey. This would go great on your insta,” you said, snapping another picture when he gave you a bitch face.

“I just had to buy you that camera when you were a kid, didn’t I.” He patted the end of the lounger and tucked his feet up, typing out another message as you walked over.

“Blame yourself. I would have been an accountant if you hadn’t pushed me to try photography as a job.” He closed his computer, setting it down on the small side table.

“That’s what I get for being a good parent,” he chuckled as you sat down cross legged to face him. “Two things. One, I would really appreciate it if you gave Crew the friends and family discount for his pictures.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s your friend. Of course I will. I was just messing with him.”

“Good. He normally doesn’t warm up to people so fast but he’s pretty relaxed around you.”

“Are you trying to set me up on a play date with him?” you scoffed. He shook his head. “Is he some weirdo loner or something? Both you and mom have said-”

“Crew went through a bad breakup last year. He lost a lot of his friends over it. He’s kind of on his own. He reminds me of a certain someone else in that way,” he said, nudging your knee with his foot. You glanced at the taupe cushioned space between you, not wanting to have this conversation. “I know you didn’t go out with friends last night, Y/N. Why did you lie?”

“This falls under the privacy thing we talked about.”

“This falls under I’m your father and I can damn well know what happened to you to make all your friends disappear.” You lifted your chin and faced him. He wouldn’t drop this. Not when he was like this. He’d wrestle you to the damn grass and get it out of you if he had to.

Stubbornness unfortunately ran in the family.

“What happened with Anthony, kiddo?” he asked.

“You know he cheated,” you mumbled. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes, but something else happened. You don’t lose all your friends if-”

“They weren’t my friends! They were his. All my high school friends are gone from Austin or I haven’t spoken to them since graduation. My college friends were all Anthony’s friends. I was just too stupid at the time to realize, to realize he’d been cheating on me our entire seven fucking year relationship. That he only wanted to marry me so he could divorce me once I got my trust and get a whole bunch of money. I came home because I was alone. The only reason I went out last night is because I see you and mom looking at each other like something’s wrong with me cause I spend my nights at home and-”

“Sh,” he said, pulling you straight into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Sniffles filled the air as you realized you were crying, staining the shoulder of his t-shirt. He stroked his hand over your head, shushing you for a few moments. “God I wish you didn’t bottle shit up like me.”

“I was embarrassed,” you whispered, closing your eyes, hiding away in him. “I thought you thought I was weird or anti-social when I came home. I just…I got so used to Anthony doing things with his friends without me all the time in Atlanta and I buried myself in my work and-”

“One good friend is worth more than a thousand bad ones. You are not weird. I mean, you are, but in healthy ways, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing.”

“I know but…” you trailed off. “I miss when we used to talk.”

“We were so close when you were in high school. I thought you grew up and got sick of me was all.” You shook your head, his hand rubbing up and down your back. “Well, it’s not true that you have no friends, you know. You got mom and your sisters and brother. Your whole family and I’d really like if we could be best friends again too.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding your head, hugging him tightly.

“And you got Crew and that boy doesn’t make friends easily. I know you don’t have as big a social battery as most but there is not a damn thing wrong with that or with you. You need to cut yourself a break because Anthony and his friends are scumbags that are not worth a second of your time.”

“Thanks dad,” you murmured, a heaviness in your body floating away. “And thank you for letting me come back home.”

“This place will always be your home. No matter where that is, you always have a place with us.”

“Especially since rent in Austin is obnoxious and you won’t let me live in anything in my budget,” you laughed.

“True,” he chuckled. “But, and you can tell me to shove it, I’d like it if you stuck around home for a bit. I don’t want you going off on your own until I know you can be okay by yourself again.”

“I’m actually kind of scared to live alone. I know that’s such a girl thing but I don’t…want to live by myself. I can pay rent or-”

“You clean up after yourself, you help around the house and you help trudge the other three around when it doesn’t inconvenience your work and you can stay here until you’re a hundred and thirty seven. I draw the line at a hundred and thirty eight, though.” You rolled your eyes, his large hand ruffling your head. “So. No more moping over the dickhead?”

“No more moping,” you said, giving him another hug before his arms loosened and you stood up. “What you said about Crew…”

“He’ll tell you in his own time if he wants. Just know he could use a friend right now.” You hummed, picking up your camera. “Send me that picture. I’ll tell all my followers you forced me to post it.”

“Knowing you, you will.”

“Y/N…” he chided as you turned to head inside. “Don’t get in the habit of working on the weekends. Trust me on that.”

“I know,” you said, taking a step and getting tsked. “Dad, please don’t ask me how the business is doing.”

“I know starting over in Austin set you back. You doing okay?” he asked.

“Well if you really want to know, it’s none of your business,” you said with a smile, patting his head. “Later pops.”

“If I find out you’re not doing okay-”

“Dad,” you said, looking over your shoulder, halfway to the back door. “I’m doing fine. I promise. I need to build up a client list again but I got this.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, waving you off. “Let me or mom know if-”

“I need help. Now get back to your emails, movie star,” you said. He groaned and threw the pillow behind his back at you, barely grazing your leg. “Your aim’s gotten worse, old man.”

“I’m forty five you little shit,” he said, suddenly hopping up. “You need a good old fashioned toss in the pool is-”

You bolted inside, finding your mom in the kitchen and hiding behind her with your camera strapped firmly around your neck. He wouldn’t dare let that get ruined.

“You watch yourself, honey bun,” he said, circling you around your mom when his phone started to ring. He wandered off to the kitchen table, speaking in hushed tones before he was staring at you. “One sec. Hey Y/N? What’s your schedule look like this week?”

“I have an engagement shoot tomorrow morning and some family pics on Thursday afternoon for an hour and a wedding Friday evening,” you said. “Is that Crew?”

He was talking in his phone again though, nodding his head quickly. “Sounds perfect.”

“Did you just book me? I need to offer packages to my clients before-” you said before he put a finger against your lips and shushed you.

“Our on set photographer started her maternity leave this week and they screwed up getting her backfill in. The DP knows you do photography and if you can swing it, he wants you for the week, possibly longer. He can work with your schedule you already have,” he said.

“Oh how exciting!” said your mom as you held up a hand.

“Dad, I’ve never done that kind of photography. Not since college and even then, it was only a few weeks on a real film set. I only shadowed. I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“You take pictures of scenes and behind the scenes. The job is everything you’ve ever done of me on a film set since I got you a camera when you were eight years old. Plus they’re in a bind and it doesn’t hurt to make some contacts in the business,” he said.

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes. “One week is all I promise. And I’m charging double my usual rate.”

“Let me handle your salary and all that. You just bring your A-game to set tomorrow. Deal?”

“Fine. But only this week, dad. Got it?”

“Crystal clear.”

Two Weeks Later

“This should be illegal,” you mumbled, snapping a picture of your dad between scenes.

“I heard that and hey, I’m not a fan either,” he said, laying in the bed, forcing a smile out. “Think of this as a gift for your mother.”

“I’d rather gouge my own eyes out than think of what she’ll be doing with this ‘gift’ of yours,” you said, adjusting your focus. “Now act like I’m not here and give me your best blue steel or else I tell mom about the whole taking me skydiving thing.”

Several heads turned at you as he suddenly looked a whole lot more relaxed. Some would call it sexy. He was lying shirtless in bed, nothing but sheets wrapped around his slim waist. Well, he was wearing nude colored underwear but still.

If you saw him looking like that at home you’d laugh and tell him he’d have an easier time seducing mom if he brought home an extra large burrito for her and cleaned the bathroom.

“Thank you. You look slightly less horrifying in these,” you said, putting your camera down.

“We really didn’t think about all the shirtless scenes when we hired you, did we,” your boss said, arms crossed as he stood by your side. “This doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it? If there was ever going to be any full nudity-”

“Y/N’s out sick those days,” said your dad, closing his eyes and laying back against the pillows. “When are we rolling again? I need the bathroom.”

“Can you hold it for fifteen?” asked the director from nearby. Your dad gave a thumbs up and soon they were filming. You quietly lurked underneath one of the steady cameras, switched to a much quieter shutter. Crew suddenly appeared in the scene, the two of them sharing an awkward exchange. They repeated the scene one more time before they claimed it was set, your dad jumping out of bed, grabbing the robe that was thrust at him and rushing off to the nearest bathroom.

“Y/N.” You looked up, finding your boss, the director and the lead producer standing in front of you. You shot to your feet, immediately hitting your head on the camera rigging above and stumbling back down. “Are you-”

“Y/N!” Crew said, at your side in a second. You patted the top of your head, annoyed to find something sticky.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry. Is the camera okay?” you asked, standing with Crew’s help, keeping one hand on top of your head.

“She’s bleeding,” said Crew, voice rough.

“I’m really fine,” you said, spinning around, trying to inspect the camera. “Please tell me I didn’t break it.”

A trickle fell on to your forehead, your boss immediately taking your hand, shoving the camera in your hands at the producer. “It’s not that-”

You stopped when you felt more trickles, multiple pairs of hands on you sitting you down. “Medic now!” shouted the director.

“It’s fine,” you said quietly, grateful Crew had his arm wrapped around your back. They were all important people on set. They didn’t have time to deal with this. “I just need to…rinse it off or something.”

“What the hell happened?” said Crew, his hand pulling away only so he could rip his shirt off one handed, balling it up and pressing it against the top of your head. “There’s supposed to be padding under the cameras for this exact reason.”

“We must have-”

“Jesus christ. She has a head injury because you forgot?” said Crew, raising his voice. You turned your gaze to him, his eyes softer when they found yours. “You’re gonna be fine. It’s just a lot of blood.”

“I-”

If it wasn’t apparent when your dad walked back on set, the person either had to be deaf, blind, or all of the above.

The shout he let out made your whole body shake. He was at your side in an instant, his face in horror for only a split second before he was forcing it to be soft and relaxed.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, to the both of you in equal parts you were sure. “You’re okay, honey bun. What happened here?”

“She hit her head because they forgot to put up the fucking padding,” growled Crew, an edge to his voice that made everyone stare at him. Before anyone could respond, the medic arrived, forcing the group away. You winced when they pulled Crew’s shirt from your head, dropping it to the ground and instead handing you a towel from their bag to use. They gave you a quick concussion test that you passed but their face was still neutral.

“It looks like a bad laceration. Head injuries are fairly bloody. She should go to a hospital to be checked out and get her head stitched. I don’t want to do that in the field.”

“I am not going on a stretcher,” you said, standing, both Crew and your dad’s arms around you.

“Let’s get going,” said your dad, already moving when the producer cleared his throat nervously. “What?”

“You have a very packed day and this sounds like a minor…” he trailed off when your dad gave him a death glare. “Injury. Of course we can stop and reschedule.”

“Mandy flies out tonight. She’s got that shoot thing tomorrow,” said Crew, nearly tucking you against his side. “I’m done for the day, Jensen. I’ll stay with Y/N the whole time and bring her home later if that’s okay with you.”

You looked up at Crew but his focus was on your father. “Are you okay with Crew staying with you? You tell me you want me there and I’m there.”

“Dad, I’m fine. I don’t need Crew to babysit me,” you said. Your dad crossed his arms and you groaned. “Fine. Crew can stay. Please don’t worry, dad. It’s just a cut.”

“Call me if anything changes,” said your dad.

“I’m literally right here,” you said.

“And you’re stubborn as fuck. Crew,” he said, turning back to his director. “Get me through these scenes as quick as possible.”

“Come on, Y/N,” said Crew, guiding you away, an arm over your shoulders. “Let’s get you feeling better.”

“Hey,” said Crew when you exited the hospital room, heading to the nurses station to get discharged. He stood up from his chair by the wall, a nervous smile on his face. “How’d it go?”

“Just a cut. Only three stitches. It was like the medic said, head injuries can look worse than they are,” you said, signing a few sheets of paper the nurse slid to you.

“You’re all set,” he said.

“Thank you.” You turned, Crew standing beside you. “You really didn’t have to stay.”

“I made Jensen a promise. Not to mention you looked like Carrie for a second,” he said, stroking a piece of stray hair behind your ear. “I’ll give you a ride home.”

You walked in silence, sliding into Crew’s passenger seat without a word spoken between the two of you. He seemed different. No flirt about him. Maybe he really was more shy than you gave him credit for.

“My dad said the funniest thing about you, you know, that you’re a pretty shy, quiet guy. Funny cause that’s not my experience,” you said. Crew chuckled, pulling to a stop at a red light. “So which is it?”

“Oh, I’m definitely an introvert. Absolutely hate attention and fanfare and all that. But you, kid? You make me the good kind of nervous which gives me all the confidence in the fucking world to lay it all on the line.” Your lips parted, Crew smirking out of the corner of his eye at you. “That’s your new nickname by the way. See, honey bun, that seems special to you so I’ll give you that one. But kid? Now that I can tease you with and I know it doesn’t have any sentimental feeling while being classically being one of the most romantic nicknames in all film history ala Casablanca.”

You shook your head, Crew shushing you. “Just go with it, kid.”

“Crew.”

“Kid,” he grinned. You crossed your arms, smiling as you stared out the window. “Don’t be asking me to explain a damn thing about this newfound confidence either. I’ve heard Jensen talking about you enough to know you do not talk to people you’ve just met the way you talk to me. See, that tells me I’m already well on my way to catching you.”

“Pft. You wish.”

“Damn right I do,” he said, the car moving forward again. You shook your head, leaning it against the cool glass window. “You know, I dig chicks with brain injuries.”

“Oh my god. You’re such a guy,” you said. His deep chuckle filled the air, your stomach flipping over and over. “And don’t be thinking just because you gave me a ride and stayed with me or anything this is getting you any closer to anything.”

“Oh, of course not. Women hate when you’re kind to them.” You smacked his bicep, keeping the surprise off your face of how hard that muscle felt under your skin. “I’m going to tell Jensen you beat me up.”

“Wimp,” you teased. He tsked you, shaking his head.

“You don’t know your own strength. I’m just telling you now that you’re going to be opening all the pickle jars in this relationship.” You groaned, Crew laughing to himself as he ran a hand through his gorgeous head of lush brown hair. “You ain’t sick of me yet, kid.”

He pulled onto the highway, tapping his finger lightly against the wheel as he headed towards your house. “Tell me something real about you Crew Foxe and maybe things will start going in your favor.”

“Well, since my attempt at showing kindness and concern so clearly failed,” he laughed, ruffling his hair into a messy floof that you so desperately wanted to touch, “I’ll try a different tactic. Sixteen.”

“Sixteen what?” you said before he was putting a hand over your mouth, shushing you.

“You’ll find out another day,” he said with a big ass grin. “Maybe.”

“Tease,” you said, his hand shooting in front of your chest as he slammed on the brakes. Your seatbelt caught as his forearm pinned you back into your seat, the two of you breathing hard as he’d narrowly avoided a car stopped dead in the middle of the road. “Crew.”

“Yeah?” he said, voice husky.

“You can let go now.” He pulled his hand away quickly, not saying another word the whole way home.

“I am fine,” you said for the hundredth time that night when your dad and Crew got back from a ride in Baby.

“I know. Hard headed like your mother,” he said, gently kissing the top of your head. You finished up going through your shots from earlier in the day, surprised to find Crew still around after dinner.

“Y/N,” he murmured, nodding toward the front door. He was still off, an uneasiness to him. You bypassed your dad who’d settled in with the twins on the couch.

You were expecting Crew to head to his car but instead he walked around the side of the house and down to the back porch. “Jensen said it was okay to sit out here. I…I need to tell you something.”

You settled into your usual spot, Crew taking one close by but out of arm’s reach. He sighed, closing his eyes as it dawned on you.

“You’ve been in a car accident before and you got shook up today. Didn’t you?” you asked.

“No,” he said with a smile. “No, I’ve never been in an accident. Your parents have really never told you about…?” he trailed off.

“Honestly Crew, my parents take secrets to their grave. You can trust them.” He nodded. “Is that why you took a ride with my dad after dinner?”

“You’re right, I am shook up. And he noticed so we talked and I think I owe it to you to tell the truth. Because you’re right. I’m not the cocky, flirty guy. People think I am because of how I look but honestly, I miss every social cue on earth. I hate parties and press and I’d rather stay at home where I can be myself. You’re just the only girl I’ve flirted with like that cause it feels like a game and you’re in on it so it’s just fun, not so scary.”

“Don’t tell the cocky guy but getting the nickname from Casablanca does give him some brownie points,” you said. Crew’s face was soft, his eyes showing only a hint of sadness in them.

“That’s good because what I tell you, so few people know. They will someday I’m sure but right now, honestly, your parents are my only industry…” he trailed off, closing his eyes. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

You slid closer to him, taking his hand in yours, Crew seemingly grateful for the movement. “Not a soul.” He took a few moments before he inhaled deeply.

“When I was sixteen, in middle of nowhere Kansas, I’d just gotten my license. It was Wednesday night, pizza night in our house cause I had basketball practice and my little brother and sister had soccer and dance so it was very chaotic in the Foxe household. So we always got pizza on the way home. And my dad said I should drive myself to practice and after I’d drive myself to Wally’s pizza for dinner like we did every single Wednesday in the winter to meet up with everyone else.” He started to bounce his knee rapidly, looking out to the dark yard. “They were on the highway and a tractor trailer hit black ice on the other side and it was fine one second and then it wasn’t.”

You put a hand on his knee, Crew exhaling. “Crew.”

“They left early that night because they didn’t pick me up. They were only on the highway right then and there because I wasn’t in the car. I didn’t even know what happened until I was sitting in Wally’s waiting and waiting and I drove home because I knew something was wrong. When a cop showed up and no one else, I knew it was my worst nightmare. So that is why I haven’t said a word to you all night. Because if you got hurt in an accident? One I caused? No, no. I’d be done for. I can’t. I fucking can’t.”

“Crew, Crew,” you said, wrapping your arms around him when he shivered. “Honey, it wasn’t your fault. It was shitty fucking luck. I’m so sorry.”

“I know it wasn’t. Sometimes I have a bad day and it gets to me again. Seeing you get hurt at work and then the car made an otherwise good day really crappy.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, slowly embracing you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dump all that on you. You had a bad day too and-”

“Relax,” you murmured, tentatively sliding a hand up to his head, stroking your fingers through his hair. He turned into the touch, an involuntarily happy little sound slipping past his lips. “You’re allowed to have bad days and get scared. You have no idea how nice it is to meet a guy that doesn’t act tough because he thinks he has to.”

“It’s all part of my master plan. Drop all my emotional baggage right up front. Makes the girls go crazy,” he chuckled, tilting his head so he was leaning it against yours. The air was quiet, Crew’s body calming down as you ran your fingers over his scalp. “You don’t have to do that, Y/N.”

“I know.” There was a small laugh, his chest rumbling lightly against yours.

And just as suddenly, he was pulling away, standing and taking a step back. “What the hell am I doing? I have to go.”

“Hey!” you said, jogging after him as he tried to walk around the side of the house as fast as humanly possible. You grabbed his arm, spinning him to a stop when he was nearly to the driveway. Hidden in the dark shadows, you could only just make out his face.

Your cocky bastard looked so embarrassed it made your heart break. “Kid, don’t cry.”

“Then don’t run away from me. You’re supposed to chase me, remember?” He glanced down, eyes fixated on where your hand rested on his wrist.

“That was until I remembered I’m not a normal guy. I-”

“Look at who my parents are. I was raised by a single dad most of the first decade of my life because my mother wanted nothing to do with either one of us. Do you know the guilt he carries? How he still to this day thinks if he’d done something different she wouldn’t have…” Crew was staring at you, eyes attentive, concerned. “Crew, you’re not the only person around here with a secret. So no, you’re not a normal guy. You’re more attractive than most human beings on the planet. You’re famous and only going to get more famous. Do you have any idea that I might be the one person that can understand that? Growing up in this world? Watching my dad be your age and go through the same exact things? If this doesn’t work, it’s not going to be because you’re not a normal guy. I don’t give a shit about that. I just…fuck Crew, you’re breaking my heart over here. You don’t have to be scared of me.”

He jerked his arm, tugging you right into his chest. When you tilted your head, he was there, pressing his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks, fast and hard, pulling away much too soon. You swallowed and blinked up at him, Crew nodding once.

“You had your chance to get rid of me. Remember that.”

“Who said I’ve let you in?” you said, smiling as he cracked one himself.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, kid.” He grazed his knuckles over your cheekbone, smiling when it made you visibly gasp. “Just my opinion but you were better off with just your dad. You wound up with two good parents that obviously raised a kind young woman.”

“Your parents would be proud of you too Crew. You’re alright.” He chuckled, nodding his head.

“I appreciate that,” he said, still stroking your cheek. “I guess I should go home now before Jensen catches us staring longingly in the dark.”

“Don’t you want to know my secrets?” you asked as he turned to leave. He looked over his shoulder, stepping next to your side.

“Kid, I want to know everything about you.” You’re breath caught, Crew kissing your forehead. “I’ll still gonna catch you. Whatever your secrets are, they don’t scare me, because Y/N Ackles, you are going to be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He kissed your forehead again, a smile on his lips.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you at work.”

With that he was gone, leaving you standing in the standing in the shadows while your insides were lit up in a way Anthony never had.

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

#jensen x daughter!reader #Jensen Ackles #Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader series #daughter!reader #reader x omc

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cwritesforfun · 2 years ago

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader: Crush

You are a weapons systems officer. You like rules and your call sign is “Priss,” but you still like to have fun when not working. You are also Maverick’s daughter and not many people understand how you’re related.

Y/N’s POV

I walk into the base and into the hangar where we’ll have our first talk with our guest instructor.

I take a seat next to Bob and I hear “Priss? Is that you?” I look over and see Hangman smiling with a toothpick between his lips. I may hate his arrogance, but he is hot. Hangman then says “Damn you look different. I mean it’s a good different, but it’s different for you.“ I look different?! Either he means I look different than old me or I look weird. I reply “Thanks. A girl loves to know that they look different. You’re a true gentleman.”

I hear “Attention!” I jump up and stand at attention. Someone announces “At ease! Take your seats.” I move to sit down and as I sit, I see the guest instructor. Holy sh**! It’s my dad!

My dad asks to see me after the lesson. Wow way to make me feel weird on the first day, dad. Geez. I cannot believe this.

I walk over to my dad after the lesson and he exclaims “Y/N, I had no idea they picked you for the mission. Why didn’t you tell me?” I answer “You’ve been busy. I forgot to tell you. I know. I’m sorry. But, I’m not leaving this mission, Dad. I believe in it and I know you said it will be dangerous, but I’m strong now. I’m not a kid anymore.” He replies “I know you’re not a kid anymore. I know you’re one of the best too, so I know choosing to leave would be wrong to ask. All I ask is that you stay safe and stay alive. I love you Y/N.” I reply “I love you too, Dad. I’ll be careful. I promise.” He smiles and we hug.

After I leave, I get ready for the drills to run outside.

As we wait to begin, Hangman asks “What did Maverick want with you, Priss? Did you get in trouble on the first day?” I snap “I’m not trouble. We were just catching up.” Rooster sneaks a glance at me and laughs. I’ve known Rooster since I was little and my dad introduced me to him. We’ve been friends for years and completed training together. We went to different bases after training and I haven’t seen him for over 2 years. Hangman looks over confused and asks “How long have you known him?” I answer “My whole life.” Hangman looks even more confused. Does he not get that I’ve known him this long because we’re related?! I exclaim “Hangman, he’s my dad.” The shock on his face is too funny. I guess he never knew. I thought everyone knew.

Skip to night - Hard Deck

I walk in with Phoenix and Bob. We both order drinks first.

The bartender, Penny, introduces herself and tells me she knows my dad. She’s his new girlfriend.

We head over to hang with the boys after.

I get bored of watching Hangman win every round of darts because like we get it, he is good at darts. It’s annoyingly hot. I’m also tired of watching Phoenix flirting with Bob. It’s so obvious that they like each other, so I just excuse myself to get a drink.

As I wait for a drink, someone slides into the seat next to me. I look over and it’s Rooster. I exclaim “Hey.” He replies “Hey.” I reply “I can’t believe we’re both on the same mission and that we’re learning from my dad.” Rooster smiles and asks “Oh you mean the man you’ve known your whole life?” I laugh and answer “I could not have been more obvious. I thought everyone knew we were related. I knew I had to tell Hangman because my dad is going to keep talking to me during the mission. He also might say love you or daughter to me.” He replies “Yeah. Hangman was so shocked. It was funny. I came to sit and get a drink, but I think the piano is calling me now. What do you say to a song with me?” I answer “Sure, Rooster.”

We go over to the piano and we both sit on the bench. Rooster starts singing and we take turns singing. We also take turns playing the piano.

Next Afternoon

I am currently doing 200 push-ups. I hate my life right now.

Fanboy asks “Hey Priss, has Hangman talked to you today?” I answer “No. Why?” Rooster says “He wants to ask you out.” I laugh and say “You’re kidding me, right?!” Rooster answers “I wish I was kidding. But, he’s a player, Y/N. Don’t let yourself get hurt.” Fanboy says “Damn and I thought you were going to convince her to go out with him. I was so wrong about you man. I think you should go out with him, Y/N. He’s not so bad when you get to know him.” Rooster says “I’ve known Y/N since I was 6. She’s my friend. I’ve known Hangman for a few years. I wouldn’t willingly tell her to date my rival.” I scoff and say “You don’t have a say in who I date. I can date whoever I want.” I finish the 200 and I stand. I exclaim “Bye boys. Enjoy the extra 100.” I leave them behind.

I hear my name being called and see Hangman. He runs up to me and says “I just got back. I wasn’t shot down.” I reply “Great job, Hangman. You don’t have to do push-ups. How lucky.” He is staring at me right now and not talking at all so I ask “What did you come over to tell me?” He answers “Nothing. I just wanted to say hi.” I ask “And what about what Fanboy and Rooster said?” He asks “What … uh … did they say?” I answer “Nothing bad.” I’m going to mess with him. I want to have a little fun with this. He asks “What did they say?” I hear my name being called so I reply “Sorry, I gotta run. Bye Hangman.” I then run off.

Skip to the weekend… Hangman’s POV

Apparently, Fanboy and Rooster told Y/N about me wanting to date her. She looked all innocent saying that they didn’t say anything to her, but she knew. I don’t even know if I can face her. Does she not like me? Is that why she didn’t say anything? Whatever, I’m going to the Hard Deck to drink.

I’m currently waiting outside Y/N’s door unsure if I should knock to ask her if she needs a ride. I want to talk about the date thing. The door swings open and I see Phoenix standing there. She turns to face the room and exclaims “Priss, your man is here!” Her man?!?!?! I wish:( I ask “I was just coming to see if Priss needs a ride tonight.” Phoenix answers “Priss does and she’ll be glad to ride with you.” I nod and say “I’ll just wait for you outside until you’re ready Priss... I mean Y/N.” Y/N turns to me from her desk and says “Yeah I’m almost done. Give me like one more minute.” I nod and smile. Phoenix looks at me and asks “Wait do you actually want to go on a date with Y/N?” I answer “Yeah I do... Wait how do you know that?!?!” She asks “Uh... Rooster and Fanboy told me. Bob also said he saw you check her out last week at the bar. Do you like her or do you just want to sleep with her?” I answer “Yes I like her. She caught my eye 2 years ago and I still need to ask her out. Fanboy and Rooster told her. She hasn’t said anything to me since.” Phoenix says “You were crushing for 2 years. Hangman, dude, you are down bad.” I laugh and Y/N appears next to her smiling. I can’t help but keep that smile on. I ask “Ready, Y/N?” Y/N answers “Yes I am. Bye Phoenix. I’ll see you there.” Phoenix replies “I might not. Have fun you two and be safe.” I laugh and Y/N follows me to my car.

I open the passenger door for her and she slides in. I close the door and get into the driver’s seat. I exclaim “You look lovely tonight, Y/N.” Y/N replies “Thanks, Jake. You look lovely tonight too.” I smirk and say “Well aren’t you the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen.” She smiles and blushes a little. I say “Look, I wanted to drive you tonight because we need to talk about what Fanboy and Rooster are saying. It’s true before you ask. I do like you and want to take you on a date. I have for 2 years, but I always chicken out when we’re alone.” She replies “Ask my dad if I can go on a date first then we’ll talk.” I gulp and she starts to laugh. She exclaims “I’m kidding. Your face went into total panic mode. Yeah, I’ll go on a date with you if you officially ask.” I smile and say “Damn you’ve got jokes now. Priss isn’t as prissy anymore…. So uh would you like to go on a date with me this weekend when we have free time?” She answers “Yes. I will happily go with you on a date... do you want to still go to the Hard Deck tonight? I want a drink.” I reply “A girl after my own heart. Yes, we’re going.”

I drive to the Hard Deck and we walk in together. We order our drinks first then I challenge her to a round of darts. I win by 1 point. So she has game?!?! I like her even more.

I ask “Why have I never played darts against you before? She answers “Uhhhh... I just always avoid you when you ask everyone to play you. Plus, you get kind of gloat a lot when you win and it annoys me, so I just drink to forget it. I also find it hot, but that’s neither here nor there.” I reply “Oh... I’m hot... tell me more.” She says “Not until you explain what you meant when you said I look different.” I sigh and say “I did not mean that negatively. You just look more confident in who you are and it’s beautiful. That is what I meant.” She replies “Gosh damn Jake, that was sweet. You’re making me want to kiss you.” I smirk, put my hands on her hips, lean closer, and ask “Why don’t you? I consent.” She wraps her arms around my neck, closes the gap, and we kiss.

#top gun imagines #top gun fluff #top gun hangman #top gun fic #hangman fluff #hangman fic #hangman x reader

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 33: Regression

After dealing with the Nogitsune, Stiles and Scott dropped Sam off to her house. The teens stood outside the jeep.

"Thanks for saving me, you guys.", Sam says, softly. The darkened rings under her eyes were slowly disappearing. "We're just glad you're okay.", Scott said, giving her a soft smile.

Stiles tried to keep up a smile but his chin wobbled, making Sam coo at him. "What, what's wrong–" Before she could finish, Stiles brought her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…", he cried in her shoulder.

Sam looked at Scott in confusion and he looked at her with a sad smile. Sam hugged Stiles in return, rubbing his back. "I'm okay. It wasn't your fault. None of this was."

Stiles' tears were soaked by Sam's shirt and she rocked him till he was done and tired. Tired, but relieved.

Sam caressed his reddened cheek and smiled. "Go get some rest.", she said then looked at Scott. Her arms opened for him too. Scott smiled and gave her a hug.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop it. I could've helped her.", she whispered sadly, making Scott bite his lip. He knew what she was talking about and he dreaded talking about it. He loved Kira, of course, but Allison… Allison was his first love. His anchor.

The thought made him tear up and tighten his hold on Sam as she rubbed his back. "I know.", she whispered.

His sniffle made her tear up. He tried to let out a shaky breath as tears silently rolled down his face once he pulled away.

She wiped his wet cheeks. "You'll be okay.", she says. He nods and hugs her one more time before leaving with Stiles.

She watched the jeep disappear before going into the house.

She met up with her mom, who brought her into a tight hug.

Sam walked up to her room, dragging her feet behind her door as she closed it to see Derek sitting on her bed.

He looked up to see her. "Hi.", she says. "Hi.", he responds. She walked over to him and he stood, quickly bringing her into a hug. "You worried the shit out of me, y'know that? Why didn't you tell me you had a plan?", he softly gruffed.

She gripped the back of his shirt, her own bottom lip trembling. "I couldn't risk it. He took over your mind. I got lucky that he didn't know about it. I had to block it off from my mind after I told Scott. I wanted to tell you so bad."

Derek sighed. "You're too selfless. You have to stop doing that. You could've gotten killed."

She looked up at him. "You could've gotten killed too. That's not something I was ready for."

He let out a soft scoff. "You didn't need to worry about me." He knew that was like talking to a brick wall and would be hypocritical since he was just as worried as her.

He gave her a soft smile, rubbing his thumb on her cheek like he'd done before.

"How much do you remember?", he asked. She tiredly scoffed. "Everything. It was… Like a dream almost. Like I was watching it from someone else's perspective and I couldn't do a thing to stop it."

He huffed. It wasn't an answer he liked, but it was an answer.

Before she could say any more, her door opened, revealing her mother as she was about to speak. The two quickly pulled apart, making her mother raise an eyebrow at Derek. "How'd you–"

"Window.", Sam replied before she could ask, making Derek scratch the back of his neck uncharacteristically. Usually he wouldn't have cared, but he was kinda out of place, considering this wasn't Scott's home or Stiles'.

"I'm–", her mother shook her head. "Just use protection, please.", she says, making her daughter's jaw drop in horror. Derek's eyes widened at the woman.

"Ma!", Sam exclaimed as her mom left them alone. Sam whined embarrassingly, rubbing her face tiredly. Derek couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Well–"

Sam held out a hand to stop him. "Don't, please." She sighed and gave him a sheepish smile that he returned.

"I'll check on you later, yeah?", he says, before going over to her window ready to climb out. "Night, Sam.", he says, and she gave him a soft look. "Night, D."

His smile grew a bit before he disappeared out the window.

Her mom entered her room once more, making sure that Sam needed to do her necessities before going to bed and even made sure to cover the threshold with mountain ash for good measure.

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Sam hadn't heard from Derek after that night. The most she got from him was a scolding for running off and how she should stop sacrificing herself just because her friends were hurt, but she knew he cared. He's just stubborn.

Aiden and Ethan took off from Beacon Hills, along with Isaac who left with Chris Argent to France. Sam felt bad for the both of them. Isaac cared about Allison a lot and Chris was distraught for his daughter.

She couldn't help but feel guilty.

Even after showering and falling asleep, she abruptly woke up to her chest hurting. She panted softly, groaning in pain. What the hell….

She felt horrible. The pain felt so much worse. It felt eerily phantom-like. Something happened. She got up and got ready to leave, quickly arriving at Derek's loft.

She couldn't sense him from the inside and his car was definitely here. So, where'd he run off to…?

She walked into the loft, stopping once she saw what was before her. Canisters that seemed to encase smoke and shotgun shells were all over the wooden floor.

What the hell happened…?

She sat on the littered floor, taking a shotgun shell in her hand as she leaned on a pillar. What the hell…

After she fell asleep again, hours passed and she quickly woke up, immediately going to tell the boys. Their shock was just as bad as hers. Derek hadn't gotten back to Scott or Sam after the spam of texts they've sent.

She was beyond worried as all of their efforts to track him were almost useless. He wasn't in Beacon Hills anymore. They tried searching as much as they could without alerting any of the authorities to look after him, considering he was known for having records.

"Okay, so how long has it been?", Stiles asked his friends as they walked into the animal clinic.

"Weeks. He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts.", Scott replied. Sam sighed, checking her phone again. "Mine neither."

"Has Derek ever returned your texts?", Stiles asked Scott.

"Once. Definitely once.", Scott answered

"He always gets back to me as quickly as he can.", Sam added. "But I felt… off. It felt like something punched me, if not, jabbed me before I went to go and see him."

Sam took off her bag, showing them what she found. "These were all over the floor.", Sam says and Scott took a picture to send to Deaton. Minutes later, Deaton answered. "He said it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. The Calaveras.", Scott said, looking at her.

"What would they want with Derek?", Lydia asked us.

"You don't think they killed him, do you?", Stiles asked.

"I don't know.", Scott replied. "I'd hope not.", Sam says, passing the bag to Lydia. She figured they probably would after the whole Braeden fiasco.

Lydia took the bag and pulled out the bullet shell casings then dropped them to the table with a shocked look on her face.

"What? Lydia! What, is he dead?", Sam asked her, getting up. "No…", she says and Sam frowned at her reaction. "But I'm not sure he's alive either."

"What the hell does that mean?", Sam asked, confused.

"I don't know, there's something not right. I just – I don't know.", Lydia replied.

"So if the Calaveras have him, how do we find them?", Stiles asked. Scott picked up one of the bullets and stared at the skull engraved into the side of it.

"Mexico.", he said.

After his vague statement, they found themselves in a club trying to blend in.

Malia came along and had Kira dancing with her. Scott was by the exit and Sam was dancing with some guy, much to her discomfort while Lydia and Stiles were talking to the older women.

Sam saw Scott and Malia's eyes glowing for a moment and immediately, Sam followed suit. They nodded at each before Kira spoke up. "Something's happening."

She looked at Sam and Malia. "What do we do?", Kira asked.

"Blend in.", Sam says and dances with them. Kira started dancing poorly and Sam laughed as Malia helped her and other people started dancing around them.

Scott walked up to Sam and they shared a look. Sam nodded and followed him.

"Stiles, take ten off the table.", Scott said into the radio Stiles had given him.

Scott and Sam went back to the dance floor taking out a couple of guards that were attacking Kira and Malia.

They all left the dance floor and went down a corridor. Sam stopped as smoke started coming out of vents, making her cough immediately. Fucking wolfsbane…

"Kira…Kira get out of here.", Scott yelled but she was knocked out as well as Malia. Scott and Sam were choking on it when the woman walked up to them.

"Someone who has been an Alpha for only a few months should be more careful when facing a hunter of forty years.", she said looking at Scott before turning to Sam with a knowing look. She recognized her.

"All we want is Derek.", Sam coughed. Her vision started blurring, the wolfsbane kicking in a lot faster than before.

"My Lobitos, you're a long way from home.", she replied as all three of them were choking on the gas.

"You don't know where he is either.", Scott said then she tazed him and knocked him out before doing the same to Sam and Malia.

When they finally woke up, they were in another room. Sam shot up and looked around at the others who were all standing around.

"What happened where are we?", Sam asked them.

"We don't know they dragged us in here.", Stiles replied. Sam looked around and noticed Lydia wasn't here. "Where's Lydia?", Sam asked, scrambling herself up.

"That hunter has her, Araya, I think.", he said and Sam sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Scott starts to stir awake with a groan.

"He's awake guys, he's awake.", Kira yelled and rushed over to him.

"Scott, you okay?", Sam asked as they helped him sit up.

"Yeah.", he replied, looking around. "They don't have him. They don't have Derek."

"We know.", Kira replied. "But right now they've got Lydia."

"Lydia? What do they want with Lydia?", Scott asked, looking at his friends frantically.

"We don't know.", Sam replied. Scott got up and went to the door trying to get it open but that wasn't working.

"We already looked for a way out.", Kira said eerily. "I think a lot of people have."

"I say when that door opens again we take out whoever's standing in the way and run for it.", Malia suggested.

"What about Lydia?", Kira asked.

"What about her?", Malia replied and Sam looked at her in disbelief.

"We're not leaving without her.", Sam said.

"Why not?", Malia asked. "Malia!", Sam exclaimed. Stiles walked up to Malia. "Because we don't leave without people. Remember we talked about this? Rules of the wild kingdom don't apply to friends.", Stiles reminded.

"Is that what you would do as a coyote, leave her for dead?", Kira asked.

"If she was weak and injured? Yeah, if hunting had been bad that season, I would eat her then I'd leave.", Malia replied, making Sam widen her eyes. "Okay…", Sam says.

"Mm, believe it or not, that's progress.", Stiles said, nonchalantly. She sighed. If Derek wasn't here, they got themselves caught for nothing.

"All right guys, we're not dead yet and that means Araya wants something.", Scott said.

"But if the Calaveras don't know where Derek is, that means they didn't take him from the loft right?", Kira said.

"Maybe he left on his own.", Stiles thought. "That'd be stupid of him to do that without saying anything or giving any clues. Plus, if Araya wants us alive, now that she knows Derek's gone and we're looking for him, she wants to know too.", Sam says.

"Maybe someone else got to him.", Scott realized.

Before they could make any other theories, three people came in, automatically tazing Sam and Scott, dragging him, Kira and Sam to another room.

They chained the two werewolves to metal chairs that had wires attached to them. Their eyes widened as they brought Lydia in and chained her in between them while dragging Kira over to the dial box that controlled the electricity.

Sam realized what they were about to do, and was probably gonna be a lot worse than what they did to Derek and Peter.

"Let her go! Look, you've got me, just let the others go!", Scott tried reasoning with Araya.

"Your hand goes here.", the guy said, placing Kira's hand on the dial. Sam frowned, realizing what they were gonna make her do.

"So let me explain what's about to happen, this one" he gestured to Kira. "The fox has an immunity to electricity, so she's going to turn the dial on the Alpha and beta." Scott and Sam shared a look.

"If she doesn't I turn the dial on the Banshee.", he threatened.

"No, I'm not doing this.", Kira exclaimed, looking at Scott.

"Are you sure?", the guy taunted, forcing her hand back on the dial. "Two of your friends have the power to heal, the other not so much." They glanced at Lydia who looked scared shitless.

"What are you doing?", Sam asked Araya. The woman smirked at her.

"This is a test, Lobitos. Let's see if you pass. We're going to ask some questions. You answer them correctly nobody gets hurt, you don't answer we turn on the dial."

Scott and Sam both looked at Kira.

"Do as they say, okay whatever they want.", Scott told her. Sam nodded at her. "Just do it."

Better them than Lydia.

"So…we don't know where Derek is, we want to find him as well. You know who took him?"

"What?", Scott exclaimed. "How would we know that?"

Sam looked at him. "I told you!", she hissed.

"That doesn't sound like an answer.", Araya said.

"We don't know.", Lydia yelled.

"Why do you think we came here? You were the last to have Derek and Peter, so of course we came here to take him back!", Sam said, looking at Araya.

"Turn the dial." Kira shook her head. "Should we turn the dial on Lydia instead?"

"Wait no, no!", Scott yelled. "Just do it Kira!" She teared up. "Do it.", Sam told her, glaring at Araya. "She's not gonna listen to reason."

"Let's start at one."

Sam let out a grunt of pain once she felt the electrical current flow through her body. "Tell me who actually has Derek, who had a reason, a vendetta particular to the Hales!", Araya yelled.

"We said we don't know!", Sam replied, thrashing against the cuffs as the electricity continued.

"Oh, you don't know because you haven't figured it out yet, so think!", Araya replied angrily. Sam felt her eyes shift. "Who could've taken him!?"

"Tres.", the guy holding Kira said.

"It's okay, it's okay.", Scott weakly reassured Kira. She turned the dial and Sam threw her head back in pain, letting out a scream.

"Who had the power, the power of a shapeshifter?"

"We don't know!", Scott and Sam cried out.

"Someone who could have turned without you knowing, turned but not by a bite!"

Sam's eyes widened as Scott yelled he didn't know again. "Diez!", Araya yelled at Kira when she shook her head again. When Kira still refused, Araya went over and turned it up to ten herself.

Changing without a bite…? The last thing she learned from from the Hales is that a person could be turned by an alpha, but not only by biting. Rain water from a wolf's paw… The claws were also enough.

But, It couldn't be…

The only person she knew that wanted to torment Derek was dead. She had to be…

Scott and Sam screamed and managed to rip their arms out of the cuffs, panting heavily in anger.

"Say the name.", Araya demanded. They glared at her. "Kate."

The Calaveras let the teens go which was weirdly generous. But it just added onto Sam's growing hate for hunters. Kate was alive. Peter may have ripped out her throat, but he ended up changing her as well.

And instead of Kate just killing herself like her sister in law, she went after Derek. If he didn't kill her, Sam would have to.

"So you're just letting us go?", Scott asked Araya as they walked out of her compound.

"I sent four men out to where Kate was rumored to have been seen, none of them came back." She turned to them, "Let's see if you can do better."

Sam stormed up to the woman, but Scott held her back. "You could have just told us she was alive!", Sam growled.

"You wouldn't have believed me.", she replied smiling. "Now I know what kind of wolves you are and where your next step lies."

"What next step?", Scott and Sam asked her, confused.

"When you take the bite of an innocent, when you make a wolf of your own, when you don't then I will cross your border and come knocking at your door.", she threatened before walking away leaving them speechless. They walked over to the others who were standing next to Stiles' jeep and Sam's car.

"So what now?", Stiles asked, walking up to them.

"She thinks she knows where we can find Derek.", Scott replied.

"She gonna tell us where?", Malia asked. Sam sighed. "Uh, actually she's giving us a guide.", Scott said just as another bike started driving up and parked in front of them.

Sam's eyes widened as she saw who it was. Stiles caught on to her shock. "Do you know her?", Stiles asked. Sam nodded. "Braeden."

"Who's Braeden?", Kira asked.

"She's a mercenary.", Lydia replied just as Braeden walked up to then.

"Right now, I'm the only one who's gonna take you to La Iglesia.", Braeden said.

"The church?", Lydia and Sam asked simultaneously.

"What's the church?", Stiles asked.

"It's not a place you'll find god.", Braeden said and walked back to her bike as the rest of them hurried into their vehicles and followed her.

Stiles called Sam's phone and made sure that they were still on the line as they talked.

"Okay I'll ask who's Kate Argent?", Sam heard Malia ask. "Uh, I'd like to know too.", Kira pitched in.

"I was at her funeral, so I'm trying to figure out how she just managed to get out from six feet under and just walk around.", Sam muttered. Lydia frowned next to Sam. "She was Allison's Aunt. And a total sociopath."

"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to.", Sam heard Kira say. Must be talking to Scott.

"Uh yes he does.", Malia protested.

"Yeah, I know.", Scott says.

"All right, Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek's family.", Stiles summed.

"And some of them survived like Cora and Peter. Cora's Derek's baby sister and Peter's…y'know his uncle.", Sam says.

"She made a very angry Peter.", Lydia said.

"Yeah, he's the one who bit me and Lydia.", Sam informed.

"And the one who finally caught up to Kate and killed her.", Lydia added.

"I literally saw her get buried.", Sam says in disbelief.

"No, the Argents just might've had a closed casket funeral, but didn't have her body.", Lydia clarified.

"Then, she wasn't in it.", Sam says in realization. "The Calaveras must've heard that Kate had been killed by an alpha so they wanted to make sure she was really dead but her body was healing. The more and more she got closer to the full moon, she was coming back so they switched out the bodies. They took her, but if a hunter is bit, they have to take their own life before they change."

"Instead of her doing that, she changed instead.", Lydia said.

"Good for her, I wouldn't do it either.", Malia replied, making Sam shake her head.

"She killed half a dozen people. All by herself…", Sam muttered in disbelief.

"So Kate's a werewolf now?", Kira asked.

"I'm not even sure of that. Derek said sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are. I doubt she'd be a Kanima so…"

"What kind of shape is sociopathic bitch?", Lydia asked. Sam hit the breaks as she saw Stiles' Jeep stop in front of her "Did you just hit something?", Sam asked.

She got out along with the others. "What happened?", Braeden asked, getting off her bike as well.

"I don't know, it felt like we hit something.", Stiles replied.

"Scott, we need to get there by night, it's too dangerous otherwise.", Braeden warned. Scott looked at Stiles.

"Go.", Stiles said, pointing at Sam.

"Not without you.", he shook his head.

"Scott, someone needs to find Derek. We'll think of something we always do, just go.", Stiles replied. Scott looked reluctant as he backpedalled to Sam. Kira stopped him to hug him before letting him go to her. Sam gave Stiles a reassuring smile before getting back in the car.

"Let's go, the sun's going down.", Braeden called putting her helmet on as they drove off leaving Stiles and the others behind.

They followed after Braeden until she finally stopped then got out of the car and stared at the ruined town below them in shock.

All the buildings were practically gone except for a huge church in the middle.

"La Iglesia.", Braeden muttered.

"What happened here?", Scott asked her.

"An earthquake leveled the town.", she informed.

"Why's the church still standing?", Sam asked in confusion.

"The locals think it's because of what's underneath.", she said.

"Do I wanna know?", Scott asked, unsure.

"The church was built over the ruins of an Aztec temple, it belonged to the people called nagual.", she explained and Sam tilted her head in confusion.

"Shapeshifters.", Scott said and Sam's eyes widened in realization. "Were-jaguars…"

Braeden looked at her surprised as Sam turned to her. "So Derek and Kate are somewhere in there?", Sam asked.

"I don't know, never gotten this far.", she replied, backing up towards her bike. Sam sighed. "Very helpful.", she says as she and Scott get back to the car.

They continued to the church, only stopping once they made it to the town.

They parked and started walking the rest of the way to the church, looking around at the darkened, eerie ghost town.

Braeden had a gun and Scott had the flashlight leading the way. As they walked around a corner, Braeden cocked her gun making them look at her.

"If you find Kate in here, what are you gonna do with her?", Scott asked her.

"Bring her back to the Calaveras?", she replied with an eyebrow raised. "That's what they paid me for."

"What happens after that?", Sam asked. "Not my problem.", she replied.

"You don't care?", Scott asked, making Sam look at him with a tilt of her head.

"Do you?", Braeden asked him. "She's a mass murderer."

"And you're a mercenary.", Scott rebutted, chuckling.

"Girl's gotta eat."

"If you were paid enough, would you kill her?", he asked as they got closer to the church.

"I'd kill her for free.", Sam muttered and Scott looked at her with wide eyes. "What?", Sam asked with a chuckle.

Braeden turned to them. "If the money was good, I'd kill you.", she said before walking in. Sam immediately frowned. Now her defenses were back up. Definitely couldn't be trusted.

Scott and Sam shared another look before following her inside the church, it was already dark so they were running out of time. "Can you catch Derek's scent?", she asked them.

"Already on it.", Scott replied sniffing the air, only stopping when Sam put her hand out to stop him. She heard distant roaring.

"What?", Braeden asked.

"There's something else in here.", Scott said.

"Something like what?", she asked them.

"Something definitely not human.", Sam replied. Braeden lifted her gun then led the way further into the church, they started down some sort of tunnel system.

"So how come you didn't kiss her?", Braeden asked, turning to Scott as they went through the cave.

"What?", he asked.

"How come you didn't kiss your girlfriend?", Braeden replied.

"You mean Kira?", Scott asked. "Whatever her name is.", Braeden shrugged.

"Well, she's not really my, uh…I mean we've never actually", Scott paused. "She's not my girlfriend."

"So if you die down here, you gonna regret not kissing her?", Braeden asked, Scott looked about as clueless as ever. "You should've kissed your girlfriend.", Braeden shook her head as they continued to search the caves for Derek or Kate.

Sam was trying to sense for other bodies through the darkness. She could hear dripping dew and their footsteps, but she definitely felt someone or something was here.

It was following them. Sam stopped and grabbed Scott. Braeden looked at them. "What?"

"Something's following us.", Sam whispered and Scott immediately pointed his flashlight behind her.

Braeden raised her gun as they back away into the cave, hearing a guttural growl.

"Did you hear that?", Braeden asked them.

"Is this why you never get this far?", Scott asked her as whatever was following them started running at them and growling loudly.

"Get ready!", Braeden yelled as Sam flicked her claws out while Braeden fired at whatever it was.

Braeden continued to fire shots at it but it wasn't having any effect so they slowly backed away from it further into the cave as it continued to follow them.

"Where is it, do you see it?", she asked them.

"No I don't know-"

Braeden hurried and loaded her gun. "Where is this thing?", she asked, looking around.

"It's coming back, it's coming back!", Scott yelled.

They heard a growl and saw it start charging towards them.

"Scott, Sam, get behind me!", Braeden ordered but Scott and Sam shook their heads, their eyes glowing in the dark. "Get behind me!", she yelled.

Instead, they stood in front of her and let out their loudest roars that shook the entire cave. They heard a scurrying and then silence.

"I think we scared it.", Scott said turning to look back at Braeden.

"I think you two scared everything.", she muttered in annoyance as rocks started to fall and revealed another passage behind them.

"What is that?", Scott asked as they started walking towards the far wall which had some sort of artwork carved into it.

"Tezcatlipoca, the nagual jaguar God.", Braeden said as they walked up to the wall. She wiped some dust away with raised eyebrows. "I think we found Derek." Scott walked up to it and put his ear on the wall, listening for whatever was in there.

"Stand back.", Scott said, pulling Sam back as he balled his fist and punched through the wall. They started pulling the rest of the rock wall down then looked inside. Sam's eyes widened as she saw an unconscious body.

"Oh, my God…", Scott said.

The two grabbed the body and started making their way back through the caves and outside just as Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Kira pulled up in the jeep. They walked out, meeting up with the rest.

"Is that him? Is that Derek?", Malia asked, looking at Stiles.

"Uh, sort of.", he replied as Derek lifted his head up and they all saw that Derek was aged backwards. He was a teenager again.

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huggybug · 3 years ago

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PLEASE PARTY SUSTER BLURB

okay so this is after her and thomas kinda start hanging out and maybe before brendan knows about it

“You can’t keep doing this shit Y/n!” Pat yells as he tosses his keys on the counter. He had just gotten home from the office and he was not happy.

“Who’s it hurting?” You shrug, taking a long sip from your bottle of water. It wasn’t like you tried to push his buttons, it just happened.

“You! You’re throwing your life away just for a good night out? For a high?” He yelled and you could feel yourself shrink back.

“If it’s just hurting me then don’t worry about it” You mumble, now just wanting to go up to your room and not leave your bed for a couple days.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a child, I wouldn’t have to” He said in a level voice. In your 19 years, nothing has ever scared you more than Pat Brisson’s silent rage. “You don’t see me having these talks with your brothers” But then again, you were your father’s daughter so you weren’t one to step down from a fight.

“Seriously Dad? Sorry I’m not the perfect child! Sorry I’m not an all-star hockey player! Sorry I couldn’t be the girl version of Brendan! But get over it!” You yell before storming upstairs.

You were tired of it; tired of him expecting you to live in Brendan’s shadow. He was yelling at you even as you ran up the stairs, probably waking your mom up but he didn’t care. Nobody was more important than Pat Brisson.

Brendan’s bedroom door opened when you reached the top of the stairs and you sigh when you see your older brother and his best friend standing there staring at you.

“What happened?” Thomas asks and you shrug, rolling your eyes.

“Y/n likes to cause problems with Dad” Brendan shook his head. If you caused the problems, Brendan only made them worse. He was constantly siding with your dad and while you knew he wasn’t trying to ruin your life, he most definitely was. You had never been able to live up to being Brendan’s sister. He was the golden child, he could do no wrong and on the other hand, everything you did was wrong.

“Fuck off Brendan” You rolled your eyes before continuing down the hall and slamming your bedroom door behind you.

A few minutes later, someone was knocking on your door and you had a pretty good guess at who it was. You got up to open it, feeling a little bit better when you saw Thomas standing there.

“Mon ange” He mumbled, stepping into your room and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thom-” You choked out and he immediately started running his hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down.

“Sh it’s okay” Thomas had always been there for you, even before you two started whatever it is you have going on. He was the one person you could count on and you knew that would never change.

“I hate him”

“No you don’t. I know you don’t” Thomas knew you better than anyone. He knew the ins and outs of your relationship with your dad while being on the other side of the phone after your classic fights with Pat.

You stood in silence for a few minutes before you spoke again. “Do you think I’m throwing my life away?” You were a partier but it’s not like that’s all you did. Your grades never dipped below 80% and school was always a priority over any party. It was your outlet, if you were having a bad day it’s just what you did to let go.

“Of course not. You’re the smartest girl I know” Thomas tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, staring down at you with a strange look in his eye. “You could never throw your life away, you’re too good for that”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I don’t call you mon ange for nothing” Thomas smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you melt happily in his arms, finally feeling a little better.

“What the hell?” You freeze when you hear Brendan throwing your door open.

#brisson!sister party girl #i got really soft at the end sorry #idk how to feel about this #but i’m running on 4 hours of sleep so blame it on that

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folklorelise · 4 years ago

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That one time the kids called you “mom”

HC / OS (i don’t know) about that one time the kids called you “mom” and that one-time Jean called Captain Levi “dad” (not related with the “being a mom to the survey corps” -- you’re a squad leader in this).

- Armin

Armin was a smart kid and he loved spending time at the survey corps library. Armin grew up with his grandfather and he had to work very hard to provide enough food for the both of them. When Armin’s grandfather died, he was still a kid. When they all joined the survey corps, Armin instantly loved you – you would always be in the library, reading different books every week. He obviously wanted to come to you and talk about books with you, but that boy was too shy. You were a squad leader which meant that you were his superior officer.

You would notice Armin of course. He would always read and study strategies sitting in front of you. Sometimes he would open his mouth, thinking ‘today I’ll talk to her’ but he never did. Once you decided that you would start the conversation, but as soon as you put your book down, Armin ran away. After that, you told Levi, your boyfriend, what happened earlier.

“I think he’s scared of me.” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why did he run away then?”

“Maybe he needed to take a sh!t. Like really needed to so he ran away.”

Meanwhile in Armin’s bedroom, with Eren and Mikasa.

“Why did you do that?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know!” Armin inquired, “I’m so embarrassed right now.”

“That was a weird move.” Eren admitted, “Next time just say something, anything really.”

That very next day, Armin was determined to tell you how much he wanted to discuss books with you. He saw you at your usual place and he took his. He repeated his sentence over and over, ‘squad leader Y/N I’ve seen you here multiple times and I’d like to discuss books together.’ But before he could say anything, you started to talk.

“Why did you run off yesterday?” you asked.

“Books.” Armin shouted which only startled you a little, “I like books and you do too.”

“I do like to read.”

After that, Armin was more and more comfortable around you. You would always read together before an expedition or after an intense training day – it became your little tradition.

A few weeks later, Armin wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. He has read a book that he knew you would like, and he needed to tell you about it. He was eating with his friends and when he saw you and Captain Levi entering the mess hall, he shouted “MOM! I-“and stopped immediately after.

Everyone was staring at him and all Armin wanted at this moment was to be eaten by a titan. You on the other side were just smiling widely at Armin.

“You look like a creep, stop smiling.” Levi told you.

After dinner, you went to the library and found Armin sitting at your usual table, arms crossed on the table with his head on his arms.

“Armin, hey. How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed. I – I don’t know why I called you that.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” you reassured him.

“But I embarrassed you too!”

“Who said you did?”

“Everyone was laughing.” Armin guessed.

Then, you spend your night like you always do which is reading together until Levi came to bring you back to bed.

“Good night Armin.” Levi told him before leaving.

“Good night Captain, squad leader.”

“Good night… son.” you finished before joining Levi, laughing slightly.

—————

- Eren

Eren was outside with all the others resting after training with Levi. They were discussing their skills after Levi made them do hand to hand combat to know who could have a day off from cleaning duties (it was your idea – Levi would never give a day off for cleaning).

“I am obviously the best here.” Jean acknowledged.

“Mikasa won against you!” Eren screamed back.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about us. Today, I won!” Jean replied.

“That’s because I was too tired from the titan experiments!”

“Riight. You are a titan. You shouldn’t even be tired!”

“Yeah because you know everything!” Eren shouted even louder.

Both were ready to fight, but they were expecting their friends to stop them, but they were just talking between them, ignoring their little dispute. Both of them just stared at each other, waiting for something to happen or someone but nothing – so they just stared at each other awkwardly. Eren spotted you not too far away and screamed at the top of his lungs:

“MOM! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”

You were taking a walk with Levi as one of your rituals with him since during daytime, you could hardly see each other. You both looked at Eren surprised but still walked towards him and his friends.

“Yes? What did you need me for?”

“Eren said he was better than me at hand-to-hand combat which is obviously not true.” Jean explained.

“You agree with me, right?” Eren said to you.

“Hm…” you turned to Levi expecting help, but he just had a smirk on his face, waiting for you answer too. “Well… I mean…” you paused each time a word was said, “I just want to say that I love you guys but it’s late and I’m tired,” you tried to avoid the topic of the conversation. “Levi, let’s leave the kids.”

“But m-“ Eren suddenly stopped his sentence and thought ‘wait, did I just almost called squad leader Y/N mom? Did I call her mom earlier?’

“What’s wrong Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Nothing, squad leader Y/N,” Eren insisted on these words heavily, “is right, it’s late, let’s all go to sleep.” Eren then run to his bedroom.

“Such a weirdo.” Levi stated before walking away with you.

In the middle of the night, Eren was still awake thinking about what he said. He was moving loudly, and Armin woke up very annoyed.

“Eren stop moving so energetically!”

“I’m not.” Eren mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did I call squad leader… you know.”

“Did you do an Armin? Yes. You call her mom. Welcome to the club! Now sleep.”

—————

- Mikasa

Mikasa was hanging with Eren and Armin outside after dinner. Eren and Armin were frenetically about Eren’s next prank on Jean.

“You always prepare something either too dangerous or just normal dangerous. Jean could get hurt!” Armin protested.

“That’s the idea I was going for. Plus, it’s not that dangerous.”

“You want to push him off the wall!”

“Yeah, but he has his gear on and we’ll just all laugh at this anyway. Right Mikasa?” Eren asked her friend.

“Jean could die if he doesn’t use his gear.” Mikasa observed.

“He’s not that stupid.” Eren replied.

“Ask mom then and look at her being disappointed by you.” Mikasa told them.

They both turned their head towards Mikasa and glared at her, with a shocked look.

“What?”

“You just called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren burst out laughing.

“No, I didn’t. I said mom… as in…” Mikasa tried to correct herself.

“Yeah right, what other mom you possibly could be talking about?” Eren pointed out.

“It’s because you two keep calling her that! And I just forgot her name and…” Mikasa defended herself, “It’s your fault!”

“It’s fine, that makes the three of us in the club!” Armin shouted.

—————

- Historia

Everyone just discovered that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne, and no one knew what to do.

“Fine. Then run.” Levi said taking Historia by her blouse collar.

“Oh my, Levi!” you screamed rushing towards Historia. “Let her go!”

Levi let her go and left. You took Historia in your arms as she was ready to collapse on the ground.

“Are you okay sweetie?” you questioned her worried. She just held you close and thanked you. “Levi didn’t mean it. I’m going to ask to apologise.”

“It’s fine. He’s right. I should do something about this.” Historia waited a few minutes before saying “thanks mom,” blushing.

Everyone else wanted to throw a comment but no one dared after seeing you glaring at them. Only Armin whispered “welcome to the club” for himself.

—————

- Annie

Instructor Shadis sent you a letter asking you a favour. He was feeling ill and asked you to substitute him while he recovers. You obviously agreed to it. You were surprised at how Annie was at hand-to-hand combat.

“Who taught you that?” you asked marvelled by her technique.

“My father.”

“Well good job!”

The whole time you were here you would constantly compliment her. You would really compliment everyone on their asset.

One night, Annie was outside with Reiner and Bertolt, talking together.

“I like squad leader Y/N, she is nice.” Reiner said in a moment of silence.

“Or she could just pretend to be nice so we wouldn’t try so hard when she’s here and that’s how we fail.” Annie pointed out.

“She’s not like that.” Bertolt insisted, “She seems genuinely nice. Never felt that supported in such a long time.”

“Yeah.” Reiner agreed.

Annie did not want to say it, but she agreed with them. You were always so supportive, always encouraging people do to better. Always telling them that they did a great job when they messed up. Annie wanted to add something, but she heard footsteps and she turned around ready to fight but it was only you.

“Mom! I was ready to fight you.” Annie yelled.

“What did you just call squad leader Y/N?” Reiner asked surprised.

“I– I said mam.”

“No, you said mom.” Reined laughed.

“NO! I said mam as in sir but for a woman!”

“I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright,” you admitted, “it’s late and I don’t want you guys to be tired since I know how instructor Shadis can be.”

“Instructor Shadis?” Bertolt asked.

“Yes, he’s feeling much better and he’s coming back tomorrow. I also came to say goodbye since I’m leaving tonight. I wish you luck and I know you guys are going to be amazing!” you end your little speech with a hug to each one of them. “I’ll probably see you around if you ever decide to join the survey corps.”

Annie was right, she was going to miss you.

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- Sasha

Sasha was a great kid, a great fighter but more importantly, she was a food lover. She never had enough food at lunch or dinner. She would always ask her friend for their bread or a piece of their meat when they did eat meat.

Once, Sasha was late to dinner because she had cleaning duties and she was a slow cleaner which made her late. Being late meant no food too but she still came to the kitchen hoping for leftovers – there were none. She went to the mess hall and collapse on the table. She heard a person sat down in front of her but did not move.

“You should eat Sasha.” she heard.

“No food.”

“Look up.”

She did and there was a tray with a bowl of soup that was still hot and two pieces of bread. She gasped and started to cry tears of joy.

“Thank you, mom! I was so hungry!” Sasha thanked you with her mouth full of a mix of soup and bread.

“You’re welcome, next time you can come to me and I’ll help you clean alright?” you told her.

You waited for her to be finished before going back to your bedroom. In the middle of that night, Sasha suddenly woke up, panting.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked ready to fight an intruder.

“Nooo. I’m in the club now too.” Sasha realised.

“What? You called squad leader Y/N mom too?” Mikasa joked.

“Yeah…”

—————

- Jean

Jean had cleaning duties in the equipment area. He and Connie were talking and being careless as usual when they were cleaning. So careless that Jean somehow caused a shelf full of heavy books to fall on his leg.

When Connie explained to you what happened you rushed to where Jean was. You and Connie helped Jean out and took him to the infirmary. Jean was now on bed rest for at least a week since he could not move his right leg anymore.

“How am I going to live now?” Jean complained after hearing the news.

“I’m taking care of you until further notice.” you reassured him.

Levi decided that Jean would still be attending training even if that meant only watching. After two weeks, Jean was still hurt – according to him anyway. Which the nurse found weird because that type of injury did not last long if he was resting correctly which is something you made sur of. Levi told you that it was suspicious, but you believed Jean.

“Your love for this kid is making you blind! Jean is obviously fine now!” Levi told you desperately every night.

“He’ll get better, if he’s still hurt and he goes back training then he might not be able to fight at all.” you explained.

You should have believed Levi because one day, you were stuck in a meeting with Commander Erwin which meant you couldn’t stay with the cadets training. Thankfully, the meeting ended sooner than you thought so you went to see the kids, only to find Jean perfectly healthy, on his feet, fighting Eren.

“JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU SON OF A B–“ you yelled.

“NO!” Jean screamed collapsing to the ground dramatically, “It’s not what you think mom! NO!” Jean put his hands on his mouth.

“Oouh Jean called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren chanted.

“Now that they almost all called you mom,” Hange stated coming out of nowhere, “does that mean Levi is their daddy?”

—————

- That one-time Jean called Captain Levi ‘dad’

It was during one of the expeditions outside. You brought tents and prepared them but none of you wanted to sleep yet. You built a fire, and all sat around it. The cadets took turn telling horror stories and once Jean was done, you all applauded him.

“That was great.” Levi complimented him.

“Thanks, daaa–ptain!” Jean corrected himself hallway through his sentence.

Everyone burst out laughing and Jean was blushing hard, while Levi was only smirking drinking his tea.

“Jean, it’s official, you’re their kid now.” Hange kept laughing.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jean grunted, “I’m sorry d– captain! What is wrong with me!”

—————

From then on, they wouldn’t even hide the fact that they all called you mom from time to time. At one point, new recruits thought that it was you name so some of them would call you “squad leader mom”.

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mrs-johansson · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 2:

“What are you wearing tonight?” I asked as Natasha was getting ready in the bathroom and I was looking for my outfit for the party.

“The black pants suit, it’s hanging from my wardrobe,” she said and I looked over to see the suit. “Then I’m wearing a dress,” I looked over at her and saw the smirk on her face through the mirror. “Don’t get any ideas before the event because we need to make an appearance.” “I did not say a thing.”

I got up from the floor and walked in the bathroom getting the hair straightener out of the drawer. Nat was doing her makeup, just in her underwear and I just couldn’t stop looking. “You’re drooling,” her subtle, raspy voice made me shiver and take my eyes off of her. “That’s my job,” I murmured and the next second I was pinned against the counter. “Which dress are you going to wear?” Natasha looked me up and down, her seductive siren eyes were just making me so aroused. “The one with the long skirt and the half sleeve top,” I said as her nails dragged along my arms. “I love that one,” she mumbled against my skin as she leaned in and started kissing my neck, right under my jaw.

My hands found their way onto her waist in no time, squeezing the exposed skin and pulling her on my body. “And you said I shouldn’t get any ideas,” she chuckled against my skin and with one last peck she pushed herself off of me and walked out of the bathroom. “Are you actually kidding me?” I spat out, looking after her as she left me there all hot and bothered. “Oh shut up, the party will be over in no time and we can continue.”

Oh yeah, well game on Romanoff.

***

“Y/n,” heard Steve’s voice from behind me as I was waiting for Nat’s and my drinks. “Rogers, I didn’t think you would make it,” I said while he approached the bar counter. “What was that at the mission? I thought we are a team, and teammates are supposed to share their missions,” he said with a frustrated voice. I looked him up and down, seeing how neat he was dressed. A dark navy button up with a black suit and some matching pants. He was very well dressed for an old man. “Fury said it was classified, and it wasn’t that big of a deal. Nat got her job done and we got ours done,” I explained and reached for the glasses that the bartender had put on the counter. “It is a big deal. She almost blew our mission-“ He grabbed onto my arm, almost spilling my drink. “I would be very much aware if she did something wrong, and so would she. So if you don’t remove your hand the next second I will break your super soldier arm in a blink of an eye,” I looked up at him and saw the frown that made his face red and his forehead wrinkled. “Cap, nice to see you man,” dad’s voice interrupted the intense staring. The blonde let go of my arm and smoothed over his suit before turning around to face my dad.

“Fucking man,” I scoffed and made my way back where Natasha was talking with Maria and Clint. Handing Nat’s drink to her, I stuck to her side, her arm immediately going around my waist. “You okay?” She asked softly, leaning down to my ear. “Yeah,” giving a kiss to her cheek, I turned my attention to our friends, joining the conversation.

“Heard about the mission,” said Maria as he sipped his beer. “What mission?” Asked Clint. “Cap got a little mad at Nat,” Maria explained. “For what? Nat what did you do?” Clint raised his eyebrows and Natasha just rolled her eyes. “She had a different mission and it was classified, and he got pissed when she missed the rendezvou point,” I said with a sigh. “It’s not a big deal, he’ll get used to it,” Natasha sipped her drink and looked at me with the cutest smile. “I love you,” I whispered onto her lips before giving a quick peck on her perfect lips before turning back to Clint and Maria.

“And what’s up with you too? Still all pink clouds and stuff?” Maria asked with a smirk and I just had to laugh. “Since when do you ask about relationship stuff? As long as I’ve known you,you always find out everything on your own,” I said and the agent shrugged. “You guys are my friends, I want to know things from you, not from gossip,” explained Hill. “And Clint hasn’t told you any gossip yet?” Natasha asked sarcastically while giving a knowing look to Clint. “Is there anything I should've known about?” Asked Maria and I shook my head. “Honestly no, I was just curious about Clint’s gossipy behavior,” Nat sipped her beer and Barton took that on his heart. “What? I don’t even gossip,” said the oldest agent out of us. “Oh yes you do,” I said with a small chuckle, how desperately he was trying to lie about this. “Do you guys remember the guy who wanted to ask me out?” Maria threw the question in and we nodded. “Well, he ‘thought’ that I liked him because he heard from someone, turns out, Barton told him that I’m looking for the one and he seems like he could be it. Tell me that’s not gossip,” Looked at Clint and he defensively put his arms up. “I was just trying to help. He was a great guy and you were awfully mean for quite a while so I thought he could be a great change for you.”

“Have I told you before that we have crazy but amazing friends?” I whispered to Tasha while the other two bickered over their little things.

The redhead chuckled lowly and gave a kiss to the side of my head. “Yeah, we agree on this every time we see them.”

***

“Can we go dance? I really like this song,” I looked at Nat and she glanced at the dance floor before taking my hand. With a kiss to her cheek, we turned around and made our way to the middle of the room. “Just because I really like this dress,” she leaned down to my ear, hands squeezing my waist. Her hot breath fanned over my neck, making my stomach drop. Took a sharp breath and I just held onto one of her hands before turning around to face her.

Hands easily slipped around my waist. Her eyes scanned the room and she suddenly stopped on someone. Turning around, I saw Brook just a couple feet away, drink in hand, talking with some people. “Just ignore him,” I turned back to Natasha and pulled on her arm, trying to make her look at me. “But I want to hit him,” she said with a frown, like it was so obvious. “Me too, baby, but this is the team’s night, we are being celebrated so please just don’t let him get to you,” I caressed her hand, trying my best to distract her. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “Like you don’t just want to kill him on the spot.” “I do want to, but I don’t care about him. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, please,” I leaned up to her, giving a peck on her red lips.

Having no chance to pull back, Natasha’s hands on my lower back kept me close. “It’s a shame though that I’m not the only one seeing you in this dress,” the iconic smirk on her lips was so seductive and the way her voice was low and raspy…

“You sound a little possessive,” I wrapped my arms around her neck, my fingers playing with her straightened hair, that I adore so much on her. “How can I not? Everyone here would die to be in your presence, so I think I have the right to.” “And you think you are any different? You are the famous Black Widow, you’re kind of an icon,” I smiled and she playfully rolled her eyes but her lips curled into a sweet smile. “Most people are scared of me, so I doubt it, but thank you.” “I’m happy that you take compliments better now, I love when you blush,” I told her and her cheeks instantly rounded up and became rosey. “Well… It wasn’t intentional.”

As I heard the next song, I turned oh so quick towards Maria and our eyes locked with sparkles in them. “Baby, I have to go now, because this is our song with Maria and I will be back, okay? Don’t go anywhere,” I said as I slipped out of her arms and met Maria halfway on the dance floor.

The loud sound of Low by Flo Rida was coming through the huge speakers, feeling the beat in my heart.

Dancing to the song, Maria and I were laughing, our drinks slightly spilling as we moved to the music.

My skin burned from the hotness of the air in the room and the amount of people didn’t help either.

The strong grip on my waist made my eyes shut open, but then the intoxicating perfume of the redhead clouded my mind. Her hands stayed on my waist, keeping me from moving. Hot breath fanned over my neck before she spoke. “You are constantly making it hard for me to behave.” I gave a look to Maria, and she understood immediately that I will be occupied with someone else from now on so she left with a knowing look.

I leaned my head against the side of her, slightly turning my just so Natasha could hear what I’m saying. “Have I told you before that you can’t control yourself? I thought they taught you better, baby,” I smirked and heard her take a deep breath. “Oh, we both know how much control I have,” her low voice sent shivers down my spine, my skin buzzing.

Pushing my behinds into her front, her hands slipped over to my stomach, with that fully trapping me. “Don’t provoke me, doll,” Natasha ordered into my ear and I just chuckled and turned around in her arms.

Her pupils were blown, like she just took drugs. Her skin was glowing like always, since she doesn’t let one pimple ruin her day.

Smooth hands slid down to my butt, like she was trying to cover it up from anyone seeing me in this dress. “You’re highly sensitive to my teasing, is there any reason behind it?” I asked, moving my hands up to her shoulder, fixing the collar of her blazer.

“I just can’t stand everyone looking at you. And a lot of people from here know you, and know how smart you are and funny.” She gripped my butt making me hold back a moan. “Well… Luckily you’re the only person who knows that I’m a smart girl…” I leaned close to her ear and softly but her earlobe before finishing my sentence. “…with a dirty mind.”

***

The door shut loudly, just as my body was slammed against the bathroom wall. Natasha grasped my neck and hungrily brought her lips to mine. I groaned as she was now grinding her hips against me. “You like this, huh?” Nat spoke with a satisfied smirk and I let out a shaky breath since she had her hands all over my body. “Getting fucked by you? Yeah, I enjoy it every once in a while,” I smirked and Natasha just chuckled lightly. “I guess this is your lucky day.”

Nat’s hand fell from my neck and instead moved down to tug up my dress. I bucked my hips needily, whimpering when I didn't get the contact I needed. “Stay still, and be a good girl for me baby.” She brought her lips to my exposed jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses down the column of my throat and back up, whispering dirty things in my ear occasionally. “Then do something,” I murmured, even though I could barely speak from how heated the moment was.

Natasha slipped her hand up my dress and grabbed my center tightly, she could definitely feel the heat that gathered there, even through my lace underwear. I moaned, pressing myself against her hand. “Fuck, Natalia get on your knees please,” I groaned and seeing the lust in her eyes just made me weak.

She slowly sank down to her knees, fingers tracing down on the back of my legs, keeping eye contact all along the way. Deep green eyes were staring back at me and I just couldn’t help but breath heavily.

Laced my fingers through her red hair, not even forcing her to move closer since she did it on her own. She left bruises on my skin and then hooked her fingers on either side of my underwear and pulled it down, putting it in her back pocket.

Not giving me a chance to beg further Natasha buried her face between my legs, tongue licking a long stripe from my weeping slit up to the swollen bud. She forcefully lifted my left leg over her shoulder, giving her better access.

My eyes rolled back before fluttering shut as she pushed her tongue inside me. My legs shook from the force of her tongue-fucking me, muscles locking her head between my thighs while I humped her face.

She sunk her fingers into the flesh of my ass as she sucked on my pussy like she hadn't eaten in days. I let out a loud moan, as she sucked on the sensitive bud.

Natasha licked harder and faster pulling me over the edge and moving my hips to match the movement of her tongue. As I got closer and closer I couldn’t help but moan louder which caused Nat to moan as well.

“Fuck… Harder, baby,” I begged as I needed less and less to get to my highest. She quickened her pace, and with the last lick to my clit, I moaned out her name and came all over her mouth.

Trying to catch my breath, Natasha stood up, but she kept a secure hold on me since my balance was still not the best. “We should do more quickies, this was really hot,” I said, half jokingly and half honestly.

Natasha chuckled but also nodded. “Next time you’re the one on your knees,” she said with that husky voice and my heart flattered. “Anything for you.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Everything Has Changed

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peters relationship changes as you get older

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Peter was never very fond of change.

He didn’t like it when he had to move for his dads job. He didn’t like when he went from son to orphan. And didn’t like it when his friends at school stopped playing video games and started sneaking beers.

But there was one thing in his life that always managed to stay consistent.

“Ha! Pinned you!” You cheered as you pinned Peters wrists to the ground.

“Not fair.” Peter panted. “I wasn’t ready.”

“You always say that.” You laughed as you rolled off of Peter. “You just can’t accept that I’m stronger than you.”

“Whatever. At least I can run faster.” Peter taunted as he poked your side. His poking turned into tickling and soon, you were both out of breath in a fit of laughter.

“Hey, Pete?” You sighed as you looked over at him.

“Yeah?” He asked as he continued to stare at the star stickers on his ceiling.

“If it’s you and me against the world, so be it.” You said as you took his hand. He smiled at you and squeezed your hand three times in response.

“It’s always gonna be you and me, right?” He asked quietly. “We’re getting older. We’re gonna be ten soon. Will we still be best friends?”

“Pete, we’ll always be best friends.” You insisted. “That will never change.”

“Good.” Peter smiled in content. “I don’t want it to.”

But it did.

“Hang on.” You dropped your action figure and got off Peters floor. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

Peter watched you rush to the bathroom with furrowed eyebrows. You were 11 now, but you were still as close as you ever were. That meant Peter was extra protective over you.

“Y/n? Are you okay in there?” Peter called when more than 5 minutes had gone by.

“Don’t come in!” You yelled back. “Can you get May?”

Peter didn’t ask why you needed May in the bathroom, but he was very confused. Still, he went and found his aunt to help you out.

“May? Y/n needs you in the bathroom.” Peter said.

“She does? Oh! She does.” May realized what was happened. “I’ll be right there.”

Peter watched May disappear into the bathroom with you with furrowed eyebrows. If you were sick, he wanted to help you feel better. But you didn’t seem to want him at the moment, which was strange for him.

“What was wrong?” Peter asked once you came back to his room.

“Nothing.” You said quickly as you kept your eyes down. You adjusted your position on his floor, feeling the pad May had given you on your skin.

“Come on.” Peter whined. “We tell each other everything.”

“Nothing was wrong. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said quietly, not wanting to tell Peter your just gotten your first period.

“How come May can know and I can’t?” He pouted.

“Because May is a girl.”

“So?” Peter scoffed. “I just want to know if you’re all right.”

“She’s fine, Pete.” May appeared in the doorway with a small makeup bag. “But it’s a girl thing. You wouldn’t understand.”

She knelt down beside you and handed you the bag, showing you the pads and tampons she had packed inside for you.

“Take this home with you. And I marked this little calendar for you. This is when it should happen again, okay?” She told you as she pointed to a small red dot she had drawn.

“Okay. Did you tell my dad?” You asked nervously. Your mom had also died in the plane crash that killed Peters parents, so you never had the period talk.

“No, sweetie.” May chuckled and handed you a heated pad for your stomach. “You don’t even have to tell him if you don’t want. It can be our secret. Just tell me when you need more.”

“Thank you, May.” You whispered as you hugged her tightly. Peter watched the display with a bubble of jealousy in his stomach. This was the first time there was something going on with you that you weren’t telling him. You’d been best friends since birth, born only days apart, so you never kept any secrets between you. When you left his house later that day, Peter tried again to find out what was wrong.

“What happened to Y/n?” He asked. “Is she okay?”

“Shes okay. She’s just changing, Peter. You guys are growing up now. Things are going to start to change.” May told him with a sympathetic smile. Peter felt himself begin to tear up, but he wasn’t sure why.

“I don’t want things to change.” He whimpered, making May pull him into a hug.

“I know, honey.” She cooed as she rubbed his back. “But change can be good. Without change, we wouldn’t have butterflies.”

That was the first night things began to change.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you noticed Peter moving his pillow from your bed to the floor.

“I think I’m gonna sleep here tonight.” He said as he laid a blanket out for himself.

“Why?” You wondered. We always sleep in the bed together for sleepovers.”

“I know. But...don’t you think we’re a little old for that?” Peter looked at your curiously to see if you felt the same way. You were older now and his 13 year old body didn’t think it could handle a night sleeping next to your 13 year old body. He felt awkward enough being around you in your tank top and shorts. He definitely couldn’t get in the bed with you.

“We did it like, two months ago.” You pointed out.

“I just don’t want to, okay?” He smiled sadly. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Okay.” You frowned a little before shutting off the light. As you laid in bed, you began to wonder if you were too old for a lot of the things you and Peter did together. You’d been sleeping in beds together since you were kids, but that had changed now.

A few days before your first day of high school, you and Peter got into one of your typical wrestling matches. Only this time, you found it significantly harder to pin him to the ground. He over powered you this time and got you on your back before pinning your wrists to the carpet.

“Woah.” You panted. “Since when are you so strong?”

“Since, you know, puberty.” He chuckled, his breath fanning your face.

“I went through puberty too-“

“-I noticed.” He cut in as his eyes quickly darted to your boobs.

“And I didn’t get that strong.” You playfully smacked his arm.

“I’m really not that strong.” He said, still hovering above you. Suddenly, your smile fell and you looked at him in a way you’d never looked at him before. He didn’t understand why he did this, but he bent down to kiss you. It was both of your first kiss at the tender age of 14. He pulled away after a minute, and you both burst into laughter.

“We can never talk about that again.” He said as he collapsed beside you.”

“Agreed.” You looked over and smiled at him. You grabbed his face and gave him a big wet kiss before getting off the floor.

This was a rare welcomed changed for Peter.

On your first day of high school, you and Peter stood hand in hand in the lobby. You looked around with wide eyes before squeezing Peters hand three times.

“Hey. It’s you and me, remember? We got this.” You gave him a brave smile.

“Us against the world.” He nodded. You gave each other a long hug before heading off to your first classes. At lunch, you reunited.

“Peter!” You shouted across the cafeteria before running to him. You threw your arms around him, not caring who saw, before taking a seat.

“I’ve had the most amazing day.” You began. “I met this girl Gwen in my homeroom and we have all our classes together. And this guy Brad-“

“Brad?” Peter felt a weird sense of jealousy over how well your day had gone already. He couldn’t open his locker of find his homeroom, but you were out there talking to boys.

“Yeah. He said he liked my shirt and then gave me his Snapchat! Can you believe that?” You gushed. “Gwen said he’s on the football team.”

“Wow.” Peter mumbled as he grumpily ate his lunch.

“And then I met these girls in my gym class and we’re all gonna try out for cheer together. I can’t wait. High school is so fun, right?” You asked with a huge smile. All Peter coudk do was stare at you. His first day had been horrible so far. He had never felt so shy in his life. Someone asked him his name and all he could do was squeak. He didn’t know anyone in any of his classes and he felt so overwhelmed that he had been fighting back tears all day. But he didn’t want to burst your bubble, so he kept that all to himself.

“Right.” He lied.

“I’m going shopping with Gwen and this girl Sophia on Saturday. Do you want to come with us?” You asked.

“Shopping with a bunch of girls? That sounds lame.” He tried to joke like normal.

“You’re lame.” You teased as you poked his side.

“Um, excuse me? May I please sit with you guys?” A small Hawaiian boy with a quiet voice suddenly approached your table.

“Sure. I’m Y/n. This is Peter.” You smiled as the boy sat down. Peter noticed the flush on the kids face and felt relieved when he realized he was just as overwhelmed as Peter was.

“I’m Ned.” He said softly.

“Peter, look. He has an Iron Man lunchbox. Peter loves Iron Man.” You told Ned.

“You do?” A shy smile broke out on Ned’s face.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “He’s really cool. You must be cool too if you like him.”

Ned grinned and looked down at his lap, his day having been made by you and Peter.

“Ned, do you want to come shopping with us on Saturday?” You asked. “You and Peter can hang out while the girls and I shop.”

“Okay.” Ned agreed. The three of you ate your lunch together and for the first time that day, Peter felt comfortable.

When Saturday rolled around, you all met up at the mall. You went off with the girls as Ned and Peter did their own thing. When Peter looked back on that day, he saw it as the day he lost you. That was the day you made all your first inside jokes with the girls. It was the day you found out what it was like to have female friends after spending your whole life with Peter. If Peter had just gone with you like you originally asked, he might’ve stayed in your friend group. What ended up happening instead was you and the girls forming a new friend group while Peter and Ned became their own unit.

As high school went on, you hung out with the girls more and Peter less. In the first year, you made sure you invited Peter everywhere you went. But Peter never wanted to third wheel you and your new friends, so he never went. Eventually, you stopped inviting him because the rejection hurt you too much. The two of you always stayed friends, but you weren’t blind to the distance that had grown between you. The sleepovers were the first to go, and all your childhood traditions slipped away shortly after. Peter couldn’t help but to resent you just a little. He didn’t understand how you’d so easily fit in with the popular crowd while he was labeled as a nerd. He knew you better than anyone, so he didn’t understand why you hung out with those kinds of people. But even though he was angry, he still missed you.

You were there for the big things, like when Peter was bitten, but the little things came so infrequently. You texted often and spoke when you saw each other, but it was just small talk. Your long conversations about anything and everything were left in your past.

Neither of you were lonely. Peter had Ned and you had your large friend group. But you deeply missed each other. You were just too proud to say that. But every time you saw the other and just said a simply “hello”, you died inside.

Following your graduation ceremony, Peter was surprised to see you talking to May. He made his way over to the two of you, his heart pounding out of his chest at the thought of having a conversation with you. May saw him coming and excused herself, leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey.” Your voice cracked a little when you looked at Peter.

“Hey.” Peter smiled sadly at you.

“Congrats, graduate.” You said as you pointed to the diploma in his hand.

“You too. You look really pretty tonight.” He complimented, making you look down at the ground.

“It’s the degree.” You joked. “It really brings out my eyes, don’t you think?”

“Oh, definitely.” He nodded. “But what are we gonna do about that hair?”

“Shut up.” You playfully hit him like you used to. “You should thank your barber for me. I had a good laugh when you took your cap off to throw it in the air. I think it’s really nice that you go to a barber shop that employees blind people.”

“Actually, you can thank the guy who robbed Dunkin for my messy hair.” He smiled as he ran his fingers through his curls. “I had to catch him right before I went on stage.”

“Are you okay?” You switched to protective mode and examined Peters face. “Is he in jail?”

“Yeah. He’s in jail.” Peter nodded, wanted to get off the topic and back to joking like old times.

“I haven’t heard a patrol story in forever.” You laughed sadly as your heart ached.

“Yeah. It’s been a long time.” Peter said quietly. You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling tears come to your eyes as you stared at your grown up childhood best friend.

“We should catch up sometime.” You forced a smile as you discreetly wiped a tear. “I really want to talk to you before we go away. You’re going to MIT right?”

“Yeah. What about you?” He asked. You both knew how weird it was that he didn’t know what college you were going to, but you didn’t say anything.

“NYU.” You told him. “Me and Gwen are gonna be roommates.”

That was the breaking point for Peter. He had to watch you be slowly pulled away from him for fours years. Now, as he was finally getting to speak to you, you were taking about the people he lost you to.

“Of course you are.” He nodded bitterly and adverted his eyes.

“What?” You laughed in confusion.

“Spending every day together in high school wasn’t enough?” He asked sarcastically. “Now you’re moving in together?”

“Shes my best friend and we’re going to the same school. Why wouldn’t we be roommates?” You folded your arms and looked at him curiously. You still hadn’t caught on that he was upset, so you were just confused.

“Your best friend.” He laughed sadly as tears came to his eyes. Your face fell when it hit you that Peter was no longer who you called your best friend.

“Don’t do that.” You whispered. “Not tonight.”

“Why?” He shrugged. “I’m not allowed to be upset that my best friend abandoned me for some shiny new friends?”

“I didn’t abandon you.” You said firmly. “You pushed me away. You never wanted to hang out when I invited you places.”

“Because you were hanging out with the most obnoxious people in school.”

“You don’t even know them.” You raised your voice.

“And I’m glad I don’t.” He insisted.

“Well you don’t know me either!” You exclaimed as tears fell down your cheeks. “Does that make you glad too? We used to be inseparable and now you don’t even know what college I’m going to.”

“Because you changed. I’d still know you if you didn’t let your fake friends change you.” He said angrily.

“People are supposed to change. It’s natural.” You protested. “The difference wouldn’t be so drastic if you hung out with me when I asked. But you didn’t want to see me because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” He scoffed.

“You are jealous.” You cried softly. “You’re jealous that we grew up liking the same music and doing all the same things, but when we got to high school, I was the one who was accepted for all of that. You’re jealous that I got popular and you were an outkast. You resented me for it on the first day of school and you resent me now.”

“I don’t resent you. I’m just pissed off that the girl I grew up with got buried under your incessant need to be liked.” He spat.

“I’m still me, Peter. I just grew up. But you refused to.” You pointed at him. “I tried to bring you along to parties and games but you wanted to stay home and do what we always did. You didn’t want things to change, so they didn’t change for you.”

“Sorry I didn’t want to waste my high school years getting drunk with a bunch of boneheaded jocks.” He rolled his eyes.

“Listen to yourself!” You yelled. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about. We don’t even drink at those parties. And boneheaded? Really? You know Brads going to Yale next year? Yeah. He’s really good at calculus but since he plays basketball, I guess that doesn’t matter. And Sophia and Natasha got into Duke. But you know, they cheer. So they must be airheads, right? They couldn’t possibly be two things at once.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you ditched me for them.” Peter cried.

“I could’ve been friends with you and them at the same time. Or better yet, we could’ve all been friends. But you wouldn’t even give them a chance.”

“Maybe I didn’t want our circle to open up to new people.” He said. “Maybe I just wanted it to be you and me. Like we said it would be.”

“It could’ve been.” You sniffled. “You can have multiple friends, Peter. You could’ve stayed my best friend all these years. But you couldn’t have me to yourself so you didn’t want me at all. Now our circles don’t even include each other.”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when he realized he was wrong. He’d spent so long resenting you for leaving him behind, that he didn’t realize you had tried your hardest to keep him beside you. You were right. He didn’t want things to change so badly that he lost you in the process of trying to keep things the same.

“What happened to us?” You whispered. “I loved you so much. When did we become strangers? I don’t think it was just high school. Something changed before that.”

“We did.” Peter realized. “At some point, we stopped knowing how to be around each other. High school just made it worst.”

“I know. I started feeling weird around you the summer before. We weren’t little kids anymore. I couldn’t....I couldn’t pin you anymore.” You laughed humorlessly.

“I really miss you.” Peter said softly. “I really miss my best friend.”

“Does MIT allow visitors?” You asked with a sad smile. Instead of responding, Peter pulled you into a tight hug. He cried into your hair as he held you as close as possible.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” You squeezed him tightly. “I think this was always going to happen. Sometimes best friends have to grow apart to remember why they’re best friends. We have the rest of our lives to make up for these last four years.”

Peter kissed your cheek and continued to hug you, making up for all the time you’d been apart.

“I won’t let his happen again.” He promised you. “I’ll be better. I’ll change.”

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pricetheghost0 · 3 years ago

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Tw sh, cringe

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Kenma x depressed reader

Your parents were like most other parents. They were nice enough every now and then but they still had their quirks.

Your dad was aloof like a cat who couldn't care less about you existing or not. He only showed that he cared when he found out the first time about your self harm.

Your mom was the type to switch things up. Occasionally she would want to hug you or make you food. Most of the time though, she would argue and put you down. She called you a bitch, a whore, a useless brat, etc. This drove you crazy when she acted nice.

On a typical Tuesday during the first week of school, you woke up and went downstairs. You were dressed and physically ready. Mentally you wish you could just stay in bed for the rest of your life. Your mother had your lunch ready and you slapped together a piece of toast and jelly.

As you ate in the car you put an earbud in to listen to (your favorite playlist). You can't stand the radio.

Your pov

I swear to God, if I have to hear "happy" by Pharrell Williams one more time, I'm gonna fucking lose it. It's so repetitive and annoying. No one is that happy. Well… unless you are on drugs… then maybe.

We finally made it. I'm a freshman which is super cringy. Most of them run around the halls as if they are happy to be in school.

I step out of the car and see the sign for Nekoma high school. I grab my stuff and head inside.

Time skip to lunch cuz I'm hungry

I sit under a tree and start listening to music so I can calm my dying social battery. It is pretty warm outside making a sweater and thigh highs seem a tad odd. Of course I switched my happy and bubbly personality on so people don't question it too much.

I had my best friend with me. She is moving soon but I knew she could get the school to think this is just my style since she is a super popular senior. bsf/n never knew why I would cover up. For all she knew, it really is my style.

I couldn't possible flat out tell her "I know we are sad you are moving away but I just wanna let you know I cut myself for fun". I know she'd feel guilty and take my blades away. That sounds like too much of a pain.

As me and bsf/n were sharing songs with each other, a guy came up to us. He seemed too cocky for me and I went back to looking at my phone.

"Hey Kuroo! Whatcha doin without kenma?" Bsf/n said standing up and hugging him.

"He wanted to be alone to play games. Something about a social battery. I wasn't really listening though." Kuroo shrugged with a sigh.

I let out a small laugh. So he's a bit like me. He seems to have more confidence though since he told his friend to leave him alone.

"Who's this? Why is she laughing at my pain?" Kuroo joked.

"This is y/n. She also talks about social batteries but she usually whispers way too quietly for me to hear. What is a social battery?" Bsf/n asked.

"If I talk to too many people in a day I get tired and lowkey wanna beat the shit outta the next person that looks at me. That's only when it dies tho." I said still not paying attention to the beanstalk in front of me.

"Did Kenma wanna punch me then?!" Kuroo asked, looking in my direction. I ignored him. My battery was dead and I was over it.

"Heyyyyy answerrrr!" Kuroo pouted like a baby. I needed a way to stop my anger. I wanted to stab him. He talks way too much and I'm not interested.

"I'll see you later bsf/n." I got up and grabbed my stuff.

"O-ok. Are you alright?" She said with a caring tone.

"Did I say something wrong?" Kuroo was worried.

"I'm fine. I just think I started early." I had to make some kinda excuse. This was good enough because kuroo wouldn't dare question me.

"Do you need anything?" Bsf/n asked while ready to give me the world.

"Not right now." I walked away and went straight to the bathroom. I locked the stall door and took out my blade. It was in a pencil case that I put back in my bag.

I rolled my sleeve up to show scabs and scars all over my upper forearm. For the people who cut their wrists… for the love of god grow up.

I sliced and made a few cat scratches which weren't good enough. I dabbed the blood away with the thinnest toilet paper you could ever find. I take a quiet deep breath. I steady the blade and swipe it.

I had forgotten this was a new blade.

Fuck.

I reached beans for the first time. It hurt like a bitch. I can't lie. It is kinda pretty as blood fills it. The cut was in the fattiest area of my forearm. This probably saved me a trip to the hospital.

My arm is still throbbing so I made the executive decision to stop before things got outta hand. I stopped the bleeding for the most part and pulled my sleeve down. After putting everything away, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.

It was my free period and I sure as hell didn't want to talk to people so I headed up to the roof. What kid would be up there when it's this hot?

I walk up the shit ton of stairs with my 2 ton back pack. I open the door to the roof and I sit in the shade. Then I made eye contact with a cat???? Nope it's just a middle schooler who got lost.i look back down at my phone and load up subway surfers. It's an OK game. It's good for passing time while listening to music.

"Why are you here?" The kid asks quietly.

"Shouldn't I be asking that? Aren't you a middle schooler?" I asked not looking up from my game.

"WHAT? I'm not a middle schooler though." The guy said.

"Oh… sorry. I'm up here cuz my social battery died. Then this guy named kuroo came to talk to my friend and he's exaughsting." I ranted.

"He really is that's why my social battery dies so often." He said with a small laugh

"You know him?" I asked while immersed in the game.

"Yeah. He's my friend. Oh, my names-" the guy couldn't finish his sentence.

"FUCK" right before I beat my high score I lost.

"... Kenma… u good?" He finished and looked up from his phone as I smacked the wall with my arm out of pure rage.

"Well hi kenma, my name is y/n. I almost beat my high score." I said wanting to cry out of anger.

"What are you playing?" Kenma asked.

"Subway surfers. Y'know, something to pass the time." I shrugged lowkey embarrassed that I was playing a game for 9 year olds.

"What's your high score?" Kenma tilted his head.

"583,857" I said, questioning why I'm answering all his questions.

"Really? Well mines 826,291." He boasted. This lowkey pissed me off but before I knew it he spoke again. "Hey ummm… I think you hit the wall too hard. Your arm is bleeding."

"Oh shi- what the fuck." I panicked. It was like I thought he would know what happened. He did have his suspicions because a lot of people who have social batteries get roped into self harm of some kind. Your stupid panicking only proved him right.

He went into his back and grabbed a fresh bandage and jacket he usually kept for himself and handed it to me and left. He didn't want to say anything since he knew how awkward it is to talk about. He had the bad luck of Kuroo finding out. Of course, knowing kuroo, the poor guy is usually never left alone except for when they are at school when kuroo assumes it's safe.

I was shocked and knew he knew. I didn't know if I should have felt greatful or upset that he didn't say anything. I chose to be grateful since it made me realize he wouldn't tell anyone. Not to mention the fact that he probably does the same or at least used to because he had his in his bag. I made sure the area was clear and started wrapping my arm.

Kenma pov

Kuroo is probably looking for me. It's pretty sad he burnt 2 people out. He is probably coming up here now to get me to play volleyball with him.

That's when I noticed y/ns arm was bleeding. It wasn't too much blood but it would've been rough to keep it unbandaged. I knew she couldn't walk around with a bloody sweater because that would draw way too much attention. Just thinking of it makes me sick. I opened the door and low and behold I saw kuroo and bsf/n that were about to open the door. I didn't want them seeing y/n like this so I guarded the door.

I talked with the two idiots questioning if I saw you. I told them I didn't and after a little bit we walked away. I knew you would be able to wrap it up pretty quickly and move on.

Time skip to the end of school 😮‍💨

Who knows what pov this is

You finished class and saw bsf/n waiting for you.

"Hey y/nnnn…" she paused. "Isn't that Kenmas jacket? Hold on, follow me."

She grabbed my hand without me being able to answer and before I knew it we were at the gym.

"Heyyyyy bsf/nnnnn." a guy screamed and came running at us then stopped. "Wait… who's his pretty girl you have with you. Wait…" he snaps his head at Kenma. "ISN'T THAT YOUR JACKET?! YOU TRAITOR!"

"So what if it's my hoodie Yamamoto? I spilled my apple juice on her sweater." Kenma covered for me.

Both the team and bsf/n gasped. They were shocked that Kenma was nice to someone for once.

"Wait… when were you together?" Kuroo questioned.

"Stairwell when I was going to the roof" kenma covered again.

"That was right after I left." I said lowkey panicking because there were so many eyes on me and I kept feeling phantom blood flowing down my arm.

Something about them was kinda comforting. I already played volleyball in middle school even though that team sucked major ass, I still knew a lot about the game.

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After a few weeks I became more comfortable with the team. I could stay clean a little easier but I ended up slicing my upper thighs a lot. I run out of space a lot because I only like Styros which take up a lot of space. The team still had no clue even tho I was 99% sure Kenma knew.

I came to their games and cheered them on. Then I became their team's manager. Granted it was a tad late but it wasn't bad. Everyone welcomed me and me and Kenma grew closer. We shared games and tips for said games. We had a lot of fun but it seemed like he looked sad every now and then. Ironically, it was alway right after I cut myself. Maybe it was his intuition.

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It was a normal day at practice. It was amazing how fast these guys could be. They slammed the ball down so hard I thought it could easily knock someone out. (Rip daichi even though it wasn't the spikes fault) I watched in awe and got water for the team. After a little bit they were practicing their spikes and sets and I was chasing balls down. I didn't mind it. It was good exercise but it did irritate my cuts a shit ton. They burned so bad it made me a bit angry.

As I was grabbing a ball I heard Kenma yell "WATCH OUT Y/N". I was a little shocked he could be this loud. I was too busy focusing on the fact that Kenma yelled to move out of the way. All of a sudden a ball smacked my thigh as hard as it could from Kuroos spike.

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

My knees buckled from the pain and I landed on the floor. Kenma knew what just happened and ran to me. I couldn't help but cry as the whole team surrounded me. Before I knew it, Kenma sent everyone away as he yelled "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER". Everyone was shocked that he could be so aggressive. It took a second for people to leave my side. They knew he was serious with the way he was acting so they couldn't defy him.

"I know it hurts but I am not that strong so can you help me help you walk." Kenma said quietly and I nodded.

Kenma pov

I set the ball for Kuroo which I had done all of the time and of course it was perfect. All of a sudden I noticed the ball was going to hit y/n. I yelled because I knew she had to have run out of space on her arm and I knew she still harmed herself. I didn't want the ball to hit her wounds. I promised myself that if I saw her bleeding again I would talk to her about it and I didn't want that moment to come so soon. It made me nervous.

Then bam. The ball hit her tight and she ended up on the ground.

Shit shit shit shit shit. It definitely hit her where she began harming.

I ran over to her and she started crying. I ran my hands through her hair as I noticed the whole team ran over to us. I panicked because I didn't want them to see any blood that might come from her thigh so without realizing it, I yelled at them to go away. Thank God they left but now I have to worry about y/n.

Shit I can't carry her. I'm the size of a raw spaghetti noodle. There is no way I'll let anyone else see this though.

Y/n's pov

I was helped up and Kenma put his arm around me with my arm around his neck.

"I'm sorry if this is really awkward." Kenma blushed a tiny bit.

"Haha I should be the one that's embarrassed since I only got it with a spike while you guys get hit all of the time." I laughed a little.

When we reached the club room that was fairly close to where we were, Kenma sat me down on a chair and closed the door. He looked serious and I got nervous. I've never seen him like this.

"Um so I really don't know how to bring this up any easier." Kenma said as he grabbed a first aid kit from the cabinet next to him.

"What do you mean?" I tried to cover up the nervousness.

"I know about your self harm. That's why this hurt so bad." Kenma looked down.

"O-oh" my heart is now beating in my throat and I try to get up so I can leave this situation.

"I'm really sorry but you are bleeding on the floor. So unless you want to draw more attention… you might wanna wait here." Kenma said really embarrassed as he was shaming himself for looking at your thigh and for mentioning self harm at all.

"Shit… I wanna throw up. This is so awkward." You felt lowkey disgusted that he had to say anything but also that he knew about it.

Kenma, being the awkward person he is, handed you a trashcan in case you actually were going to throw up.

"I noticed since I do it too. I get a vibe and it was proven with your facial expressions and personality as well as the dead giveaway being the way you dressed. I'm really sorry this is so awkward. I don't have to wrap them up if you don't want me to since they are on your thigh." Kenma said as his emotions spiraled.

"You what?..." I was shocked by his confession about him doing the same thing as me. Kenma just nodded and showed the scars on his stomach.

"Kenma…" I said quietly while my pride flowed out in my tears.

"Yes y/n? Oh sorry I can get out" kenma started opening the door.

3rd pov???

"Can I please have a hug?" You just needed some comfort. At this point you would hug a complete stranger. You needed to calm down in a way self harm couldn't help you.

"Sure" , Kenma smiled a little and closed the door again. He walked over to you and got on his knees so he could be on your level. He gave you the 1st hug you've received in a long time. You didn't know how much you actually needed this until this moment. Of course he was careful to not get your blood all over him but he needed his hug as much as you did.

After a while he left you to bandage yourself up and clean the floor. Thank God you only bled on the club room floor since your skirt collected the rest of the blood. The problem was that since you bled on your skirt, it was now a bit shiny and crunchy. You panicked and didn't know what to do.

You slowly opened the door and saw Kenma being your little guard dog while looking at the team practicing.

"You alright now?" Kenma asked with a caring tone.

"Yea but is it noticeable I got blood on my skirt? It helps that it's black but still…" you asked not really wanting to be more of a burden. You felt like you were an attention whore at this point.

Kenma felt like it was super awkward to look at your skirt but he checked anyway because he knew his second opinion would be important.

"Um… it is kinda noticeable. Sorry." Kenma said quickly, looking away.

"Shittt" you panicked not knowing what to do.

"Here lemme see." Kenma walked into the room and closed the door again. He opened his locker and handed you an extra pair of sweatpants. You were the same height so it was the perfect idea. He also handed you a shirt to match the pants. You hadn't changed out of your uniform since it was too awkward for you to do.

He left the room and let you get changed. You walked out and joined Kenna to walk down and continue the hour left of practice.

“Y/nnnn are you ok?!?!” Yamamoto yelled.

“I’m so sorry y/n!” Kuroo apologized like I was a monarch that was going to behead him.

“I’m fine I’m fine.” I smiled.

“Wait. Why are you wearing Kenma’s clothes againnnnn.” Yamamoto pouted.

“A while ago my dog bit me really bad and it was still healing. When I got hit it opened up again. The skirt was gross so Kenna was nice enough to lend me these.” You noticed you were going to get attention anyway but for some reason, being near Kenna calms you down.

Kuroo apologized again and Yamamoto was still pouting about not being able to give you his clothes.

The team carried on like usual and you were fine. The coach made you sit out for the rest of the practice to only get water and to take notes on their weaknesses. You were good enough at analyzing that he let you help him coach the guys to be better. This low key gave you a power trip.

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You grew even closer to Kenna and you always have game and movie nights where you would just lie around and eat and chill. Kenmas mother is super nice and would always make you guys amazing snacks and give movie recommendations. The team was jealous but you both ignored it.

You relapsed less but it was still a problem. Kenma was worried about hurting you but he knew bringing it up every time would be hard for you. Every now and then he would bandage your arms and attempt to help you feel better. Of course since he didn’t really know what to do he would just wrap you up in blankets and give you your favorite snacks and candy.

After a few months you were super comfortable with each other. You also helped him through bad days. You would do the same things he did by wrapping him in blankets and giving him bite sized homemade apple pies. Before you knew it you two were dating. You were quiet but chaotic together. The team was half jealous and half happy about the news.

You had loads of inside jokes and that made people jealous but who cares as long as you two were happy.

Once Kenma came over to your house your dad ignored and kinda glared at Kenma. Your mother scolded you for having a guy over right after he left for the bathroom. Kenma was angry but he knew he had no power over them. Once he left the bathroom you told him not to worry since your mother got mad over everything. This made him angrier but he just hugged you instead.

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Years later you moved out together and are now super happy. Neither of you relapsed in a long time and you were both super proud. You pursue your dream job and Kenma is a popular streamer. You lived well and had two adorable dogs. Your dog is a (your fav dog) and (another fav dog). Kenma has a calico cat that bosses the dogs around all of the time. You could never ask for more. 🥺

#haikyuu!!#depressing shit #haikyuu x reader #tw

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bbyheedeungie · 4 years ago

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Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

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dammit-neal · 3 years ago

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Most unhinged moment from this episode?

OMG @littlebetesofeverything WHERE DO I BEGIN?!?!?!!?!?!? You know when you see a trailer and a moment looks so deliciously, emotionally thicc, but in your own head you're like "it can't possibly hit that hard, I don't want my expectations to be too high only to be disappointed" so you keep them deliberately low and then the scene does arrive and it absolutely slays you where you stand?!?

The Eddie Breakdown scene did that to me. It DELIVERED in ways I could not have expected. Like there are so many things here that DID NOT need to happen and yet did, it reminds of 4x13 all over again. Deliberate choices were made here:

Christopher realizes something is wrong. The writers could have sent him to Abuela's house, easy out, but no, they made him present in this moment. He is now completely tied into it, it won't be happening behind his back

He can't help his dad on his own, and calls for Buck. Immediately, no hesitation, he doesn't even call 9-1-1, and his dad is a first responder! Nope, he calls Buck. These two fsckers just need to get married already I said what I said

They are now dealing with Eddie's healing AS A FAMILY. YES!!

Buck shows up, and before all else, makes sure Christopher is okay. The amount of times this man has shown up for Chris when Eddie isn't able to, I just can't with them, I can't. The will really was just paperwork, this sh!t was already set in stone

Buck knocks on Eddie’s door. What does he say?! “It’s me.” Not “It’s Buck” Because OF COURSE Eddie will recognize his voice.

Buck breaks into Eddie's room to make sure he's okay. The "there is nothing that will stand between me and you when you need me" of it all, I swear...

The way Buck is calling “Eddie? ...Eddie?” In that smol panicked voice. My mans is shaken and worried for his mans. He’s so scared of what he’s gonna find, but he’ll keep searching the wrecked room until he finds Eddie. And when he finds him, he runs right to him

I need a moment to stand up in front of my computer and applaud Ryan's acting here all over again, because he DELIVERED. Like HOLY WOW, he gave this everything. Remember, actors don't just show up, run through a scene once and that's it; they deliver take after take after take so the editors have material to work with, and Ryan just GAVE. I mean, WOW.

Back to what I was saying: Buck is in the room. Buck is in Eddie Diaz’s bedroom. He, Chris, and Shannon are the only people who have been in here aside from Eddie. The writers could have made this scene happen in a lot of places, but they put it in Eddie’s room. In his safe haven. And Buck isn’t just there with him, he broke down the door to be in there with him. Much like he has done emotionally over the years of their relationship. POETIC CINEMA

The way Buck was so shaken by seeing Eddie like this, but didn't retreat, just stayed. Made sure Eddie had space, but stayed. He is not trained to help with PTSD and you can tell how keenly he feels that when he sees Eddie completely broken down, but he doesn't walk back out and call someone else. He stays. He talks carefully, lets Eddie share only what he feels comfortable sharing, only asks deeper questions when he sees Eddie already opening up

Then once Eddie is off the cliff, he goes back to Christopher to make sure he's okay (or as okay as he can be in light of everything.) Checks in on him, reports back to Eddie.

“He’s still scared out of his mind. And he’s not the only one.” Buck is scared for Eddie. HUG ALL OF THEM PLEASE

“I didn’t mean to scare him.” Eddie feels so bad about scaring Chris like that. He made sure his door was locked so he couldn’t hurt him, but he knows he scared him anyway, and you can tell that’s WRECKING him

They continue their conversation from Eddie’s room. Again, Buck gives Eddie his space, light prodding only once Eddie seems up for talking about it.

And Eddie. Eddie who is bottled up to the throat with everything he feels--Eddie tells him what's wrong.

OKAY BUT REALLY he tells Buck about his war experience. It’s easy to forget that no one knows what happened, because we saw all of it in montage during the well scene. Buck wasn’t watching Eddie’s montage during the well scene--he knows Eddie saved his team, and that he got a silver star for it. But here Eddie is going into detail, sharing about his time, what happened. How many he saved. My grandad is a war vet, and he didn’t tell anyone his stories for years, even the most “mundane-sounding” ones. It’s not something you just share with anyone, but Eddie is sharing it with Buck, the sheer significance of that!!!!!!

“I’m afraid!” “Okay. What are you afraid of?” “That I’ll never feel normal again.” Eddie is Mr. Strong, Mr. Keep Calm and Carry On. And even if he felt it, he has NEVER admitted to being afraid of ANYTHING EVER to anyone. Except now. With Buck.

Eddie feels safe enough to have Buck in this with him, his deepest trauma, shame and guilt. He trusts Buck at that level, like no one else.

And Buck doesn’t bother with platitudes, doesn’t try to say “you’ll be okay” or something else trite. He just accepts it. Accepts it and stays. These men are made for each other I'M STILL NOT OVER THIS

(I swear I started this list planning to write like 3 things like a normal person, but here we are 😬)

Tagging under the line, feel free to pm me to add or take away your name!

@matan4il @justsmilestuffhappens @blutterlie @buckactuallys @extasiswings @fiona-fififi @eddiediass @princessfbi @loveyourownsmiilee

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #they're a family your honor #i am unhinged #911 #911 spoilers #sue responds #thank you for not giving up

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago

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➳all the king's men ♡ ☾

in which all the king's men couldn't put the pieces of y/n l/n together. we all have the days where we're insecure and broken, this is one of hers.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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tw: insecurity, bullying

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all the king's men

y/n, for lack of a better description, was feeling like humpty dumpty. she had seen herself in the mirror last night, and felt positively traumatised. she had come back from a quidditch practice session, and the results were quite terrifying.

she didn't understand. quidditch made the guys more toned and even a few of her teammates had abs. what did it do to her? well, it made her shoulders broad, which she thought was highly unattractive to anyone, and not at all slim! sure, it was fun and kept her fit, but terribly horrible, in her opinion, in trying to fit in to the beautiful girls that went to hogwarts.

she admired angie johnson and cho chang and ginny. she really did. y/n knew how hard it was to be beautiful, and she liked when other people were so beautifully beautiful. it just made her feel terrible, because what was the chance of her keeping her boyfriend in fred weasley when fiercely pretty girls were dancing elegantly around her?

there wasn't any time to be mopey and sad, so she gathered all her books and immediately went to breakfast. she didn't even bother going over to fred and greeting him. she saw how happy he was laughing with george and lee. surely she wouldn't bother him. instead she plopped down next to alicia.

"you ok?" alicia spinnet asked her.

she nodded, "fine."

"you sure?"

"no."

"wanna talk about it?"

"do you think it's too early to get plastic surgery?" y/n joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"what the fuck, no. what's up?" alicia's eyes were lit with concern.

"i don't feel pretty," her voice was but a whisper.

alicia caught it.

"why? you're literally adorable."

"you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me that."

"hmm, nah, i truly believe it."

"well i don't," y/n said miserably.

"oi, l/n, your hair down today?" adrian pucey snarled, "it's gonna give me aids."

a few students snorted.

"you can get aids then. shut your mouth," y/n retorted back.

the whole school look startled. was this the same, prefect, goody-two-shoes y/n l/n?

adrian pucey opened his mouth.

"i said shut. your. mouth."

fred weasley watched in a mixture of furiousness and pride. he knew that pucey had a crush on y/n too. he was just terrible in expressing it. fred didn't like the way y/n's eyes sadly flitted to alicia afterwards. and she hadn't come up to him and given him a kiss today. maybe she just wanted a bit of space??

"see?" y/n sighed, "not even my hair is pretty." she tied it up.

alicia laughed, "adrian just wants your attention."

that made y/n laugh. "why? why?" it was a rhetorical question. she got up, and smiled at adrian in the most menacing way that he shrunk.

"miss l/n, your outburst was quite rude-" snape began.

"my apologies professor, of course, i was in the wrong. adrian pucey brought the topic surrounding my hair up, called it ugly. now what would you do if a student called your hair ugly?" y/n said, eyes burning with fury but conscience too good to lose her temper.

"i-i would give them a scolding."

"likewise. good day, professor."

"fucking hell, he is such a sh-" alicia muttered as she got up and followed y/n out to class.

"ali, that's enough," their retreating voices could be heard.

fred kept his eye on y/n through the day, giving her the space he thought she needed.

she looked very like her normal self, until she encountered pucey again.

"l/n, nice squinty eyes," pucey laughed.

y/n's shoulders sagged. her eyes dimmed and she let her ponytail fall in front of her face.

"ponytail won't fix them," he laughed meanly, "can they fix your dumpling body?"

fred frowned deeply, "fuck off, adrian," he angrily said, "that's my girlfriend you're talking to."

"oh, you have someone like weasley to save you? i don't even think you deserve him as a boyfriend."

y/n didn't answer, fearing that tears would spill out of her eyes. she had just been feeling worse and worse about herself. instead, when the bell signalled the end of classes, she hurried quickly off to wherever, trying to pull herself together.

she felt like she was at the bottom of the earth. her eyes finally let go of the tears that needed to be spilt. she leant sobbing against a stout tree in the forbidden forest, head slumped gloomily against the trunk, eyes trying to find anything, anything, that could be remotely comforting and hands fiddling nervously with the flowers that bloomed happily around her. her whole body shook in anxiety. she wished she had her mum or dad here to help her. but they were back at home.

how did fred love her?

she wished she didn't have stupid hair or squinty eyes or a dumpling body. but she couldn't ignore the mean, yet so true, remarks about her body adrian made. they were morally wrong and he deserved to be stabbed, but they were factual. she used to just laugh and joke about him too, but now she realised that maybe she should pay more attention to the way she eats and works and the way she talks and looks and presents herself and put more makeup on and-

fred found her crying there, by the little pond, shrinking away from the mere sight of her own appearance. he didn't get it.

well, he did, but he didn't know why such a beautiful girl like his girlfriend was crying.

"y/n?"

she flinched and stopped crying.

"sorry, i'll leave. i don't think you want a dumpling of a girlfriend sharing this nice space," she attempted to joke, but it fell short. she wasn't joking anymore. her tone was serious and genuine. the unexpected good nature pucey's remarks were received in usually was gone, and for good reason. it had broken her into the tiniest little pieces.

fred felt it. he felt his heart stop.

"is this about what pucey said to you, lovely?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek, and pulling her close to him.

she nodded, feeling immensely better already. the smell of him made her calm down insanely.

"so you don't want space?"

"n-no, i was just..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"mhm?" he looked at her and waited.

"it's silly."

"well, it's got you crying, i don't think so."

"the stuff a-adrian says is true," her voice was quiet and small.

fred frowned.

"i'm not cute or elegant or even hot," she continued, "i-i'm not as pretty as anyone here."

"well, my little love, if my opinion even matters, you are stunning. i think you're the prettiest person in the world, both on skin and in here," he patted his own heart, "do you know how long i pined after you?"

"no?"

"i'm still pining after you, gorgeous."

"d-do you mean it when you say gorgeous?" her eyes were broken and teary.

"of course. it hurts me when you are upset. because you are gorgeous and much more because you are so nice and good to me and to everyone else too. pucey's a complete shithead and when i next see him i will bash his head in. i'm so sorry i didn't notice, love, i thought you were mad at me."

"no it's fine, i just don't understand. you're fred weasley. so many girl's want you and you-you choose...me?," a sad frown was etched on her face, her tone confused.

"y/n, you're my only choice. i don't want the other girls. i can see the appeal of you. i-i know i'm not the best with words like you, but i really care about you. i love you, i adore you, you're the bestest person i've ever met."

and he knows he's brought the happiness back in her. she giggled. he felt relieved, because he knew he wasn't good at all at comforting people and y/n was so special to him- why didn't he say that earlier to her?

"bestest isn't a word, freddie."

"well you get what i mean, right? you're really special to me," there it was.

she nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she kissed him on the lips, before snuggling closer to him.

"darling, wouldn't you rather go back to the castle to cuddle?"

hesitantly, she shook her head.

"why?"

"'drian's there."

"adrian cannot hurt you, okay? whatever he tells you is wrong. he's wrong," he gently says, pulling her close to him, "besides, if he does, i'm here, and you're strong."

"i just cried about it, i can't be strong."

"crying doesn't mean you're weak, darling, sometimes we all cry and that's okay."

y/n nodded.

"here, i brought this for you, maybe it's a comfort??" he blushed as he handed her his quidditch hoodie.

she grinned and put it on.

he couldn't stop blushing at the sight of her, so he tilted his face away to save himself the embarrassment.

noticing and mistaking his turned away head for disgust, y/n took the hoodie off, downcastedly handing it back to him.

"sorry," she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as fred looked at her in confusion.

"y-you can have it back, yeah, there's no need to hide your shame, here, s-sorry," she stuttered out.

"shame?" he asked, looking worriedly down at her.

"mhm," she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "sorry."

he finally understood.

"angel, look at me."

she reluctantly looked up at him.

"i wasn't feeling disgusted at all. i-i was actually embarrassed because i was blushing," his cheeks heated up again, "like i probably am right now. you're too beautiful. i was blushing too much."

"oh."

"yeah. now put it back on," he demanded, as he cheekily tugged the jumper over her head, blushing again as he saw her standing there in his jumper.

"c'mon!" he said, carrying y/n's school bag as they made their way to the castle, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist and the bright gold letters on the back of his sweater shining for anyone and everyone to see.

they didn't see pucey, thank goodness and they ended up talking with george and katie bell and angie and alicia by the fire.

as y/n smiled and giggled with katie over something highly scandalous, fred had his eyes on her, not so much monitoring her, but he couldn't keep them off of her.

when he had noticed her words start to become short and slightly slurred by tiredness, he lead her back to her dormitory.

"feeling better princess?"

she nodded, "you're so good to me, freddie. i love you."

it made his heart swell with happiness.

"i'd go to the moon and back for you, y/n."

she smiled drowsily, "and i, you."

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years ago

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I Feel A Sin Coming On

Gif credit @bodybebangin

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

I hope you all enjoy.

Warning: abusive boyfriend. Abusive relationship. Abusive language. Murder. Mention of blood. Disposing of a body. Abuse. Caution when reading.

Lee being the bestest man ever!!!!

Song: I feel a sin coming on by Pistol Annie's.

"Please, be nice. I've known the Dutton family since I was a kid. John's like a dad to me. Please don't be rude". You begged your boyfriend Ted, he wasn't a people person especially people you knew. He always hated to be around people that you liked.

"I'll be good". Ted smirked. You really wanted to smack the smirk off of him and throw him in with a bull since he already caused a scene on the way over because of how you were dressed. It took you three hours to find the perfect outfit. You looked nice.

Sighing you knocked on the door, Jamie answered. You and him didnt get along but you were glad to see someone other than Ted's ugly face. "Hey Jamie". You smiled. Jamie motioned for you two to come in.

"Jamie, this is Ted". You introduced Ted who looked Jamie up and down.

"Hi". Ted plainly said.

"Okay, everyone is in the livingroom having a cocktail. Can I get you anything"? Jamie offered.

"She'll have a water and I'll take a beer". Ted interrupted before you could say anything.

Jamie looked at you and you nodded. You followed Jamie and went into the livingroom. Everyone was there. But you were actually surprised to see Lee. He wasn't a big partier.

"Hey everyone, this is Ted. My boyfriend". You tell them. Ted comes up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder with a squeeze.

"You didnt say there were men here your age". Ted whispered in your ear pretending to kiss your cheek.

"Be have". You warned but got a rotten dirty look from Ted.

"Lee, I didnt expect to see you here". You giggled going over to him.

"Dad, told me you were coming. So here I am".

"That's great. I'm glad you came. We should catch up sometime".

"Yeah. Is he waiting on you or somethin"? Lee pointed to Ted, who had his hands on his hips staring at you two as you talked.

"Um, I better go. It was nice seeing you Lee". You walked away and over to Ted. He grabbed you by the arm. Lee saw it and he wanted to say something but it wasnt his place.

"You flirting with him you fucking slut"? Ted got into your face, you looked down to the ground and shook your head. "Sit your ass in that seat and dont fucking move". Ted pointed to the empty chair. You did as you were told. Gulping down your tears.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you sugar". John came out of his office with a hug.

"Good to see you too". You gave him a side hug. Not one of the hugs where he takes your breath. John thought it was odd. But didnt say anything.

"Who's this"? John looked behind you to Ted. He had a look that could kill.

"Ted, my boyfriend". You smiled through the discomfort.

"Nice to meet you". John nodded and turned his attention to Beth who asked him a question.

"What's wrong with you"? You whispered to Ted.

"Have you slept with everyone in this room"? Ted scoffed.

"No. They're good people and you're being an asshole to them". You gulped, you never stood up to Ted like this before. Well once you did and it didnt go over well.

"Can I see you in the kitchen for a second". Ted said loud enough so everyone could hear it and grabbed your hand dragging you into the kitchen.

As soon as you got into the kitchen Ted slaps you across the cheek. You gasped, holding your face.

"I've warned you time after time. Dont make me mad. But you seem like you dont listen. You're in there flirting and throwing yourself all over these men. You filthy whore". Ted quietly screamed in your face.

"I'm sorry". You whimpered as he moved his hand closer to your cheek that he slapped.

"I dont want to hurt you baby. But you just do stupid shit and need to be punished for it. Do you understand"? Ted said cocky.

"Yes, sir".

"Okay. Get back in that chair and sit down and shut up". Ted gritted his teeth.

You hurried along not looking behind you to see if Ted followed. You sat in the chair quietly. Not speaking to anyone.

"Hey, Y/N? Lee's talking about that time you and him went skinny dipping in Mr. Wilson's pond". Kayce laughed, with a beer to his mouth. He was probably drunk.

"How did I not know about this"? John laughed along.

"We were sixteen. It was hot that night. It's not like you havent done your share of teenage mischief". You laughed.

"She was the ring leader. I just followed". Lee held up his hands.

"Oh please, Lee Dutton. I didnt see you stopping and getting out". You giggled.

"Well, I had great company". Lee winked. His brothers and sister gasped. A blush formed on your cheeks.

"You two dated"? Ted's voice caused everyone to stop. You looked over to him beside you.

"Yes. For a year". You softly spoke.

"Dont worry, man. It ended after she left for college".

"That's great. But I was talking to her. Not you". Ted sneered.

"Dont talk to her like that. She didnt do anything wrong". Lee stepped up.

"Stop. Okay. We dated. It's over. I'm with you now". You went to grab Ted's hand but he jerked it away. You felt like you could cry. All eyes were on you. Not judgy eyes but sorrow eyes.

"Y/N, why don't you sing for us? Like you use too". Beth walked over to you holding a microphone. She was trying to cut the tension.

"I didnt come here for karaoke, Beth". You shook your head.

"Come on".

"Alright. No laughing". You pointed to everyone.

Beth put on a song and sat back down.

"I feel a sin comin' on. I feel a right that's about to go wrong. I got a shiver to the bone. I feel a sin comin' on.

I got a buzz in my brain. Drunk on a love goin' down like champagne. I got a feelin' that its gonna leave a lipstick stain. I'd be the only one to blame.

And you can see it. All over my face. Sweet Temptation. All over the place". You started to sing. All eyes were on you. Ted, had his fist balled up and ready to give you a beating. But you didnt focus on him and that's probably why he was mad.

Your eyes were on Lee the whole song. You forgot how much you loved him. Not seeing him in years you forgot that he was your one true love. You thought it was Ted but tonight proved that he wasn't.

"Stupid whore". Ted yelled, throwing his bottle across the room.

"Ted, wait". You hurried after him. Lee followed and so did Kayce. John came along too.

"Whoops". Beth laughed. She had a trick up her sleeve.

"Ted, please".

"I thought I loved you but it turns out you're nothing but a fucking mega slut. Slobbering all over these guys dicks. Go suck some more". Ted pushed you away.

Lee had had it. He ran after Ted and punch him in the back. Making Ted turn around and go after Lee. Lee was a man that could hold his own. He didnt need any help like Ted did when he got into a fight.

Lee was on top of Ted, punching his face in. Kayce tried pulling Lee back but he pushed Kayce away.

"Lee stop, you're going to kill him". You begged with a sob. You didnt care about Ted. But Ted was the kind of person that would call the cops and have everyone there thrown in jail.

Lee panted as he stood back. His knuckles were bloody and a sweat across his forehead head.

Ted laid still on the gravel. His face smashed in.

John went to check on Ted as you looked Lee over.

"Are you okay"? Lee asked you instead.

"I'm fine. Are you okay"? You took his face in your hands.

"I'm great". Lee chuckled.

"Why did you do that"? You asked through tears.

"You dont deserve to be treated that way. I dont care if you love the guy. I wasnt going to let him talk to you like that". Lee panted his chest heaved up and down.

"I dont love him. I hate him so much. I just couldnt get away".

"You're free now. What are you going to do"? Lee smiled, his smiled lights up your mood and you completely forgot how bad it was before.

"Something I should've done a long time ago". You smashed your lips to Lee's. It took him by surprise but he relaxed into the kiss. Grabbing you by the waist he brought you in close. His hand held you back softly.

You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his. "I've loved you since I was sixteen Lee. That hasn't changed. I've tried to move on and forget about it but I can't do it anymore. I love you".

"Fuck, it took you along time". Lee chuckled making you giggle. "I love you too. I'm going to make this up to you. For dealing with those kinds of men. I'm going to treat you like a queen".

"You don't have to do anything. Just love me like you did when we were sixteen". You pressed your lips to his.

"Wanna go skinny dipping in Mr Wilsons pond"?

"It's cold".

"I'll keep you warm". Lee kissed your lips and you two ran off down to his truck. You hopped in and drove off. It was like you were two teenagers sneaking off again.

"My plan worked". Beth came up behind everyone.

"What plan? I think he's dead". Jamie knelt down beside Ted.

"Serves him right. Laying a hand on Y/N". Beth walked over and kicked Ted.

"He hit her"? Kayce asked shocked.

"Yeah, I saw them in the kitchen. That's why I made her sing. I knew it would piss him off and Lee would step in. They're right for each other. He just had to go". Beth spat on Ted.

"Have Rip help with the body. Bury him deep. No ones going to find this fucker". John gave his orders to his sons.

"Will do". Kayce went to get Rip.

"It was great knowing you Ted. Bye now". Beth poured her drink on him and walker away. Jamie followed.

There was a sin committed that night. But no one was going to tell.

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