#everyone put your hands together for mari pov!!!!!! my girl!!!!

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surprise midweek update! in which luz and mari learn they have a basement, get trapped in said basement, and absolutely refuse to face their fears.

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Chapter 6: Best Friends Forever

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary:  When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you're around him the more you hate him, but you can't help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team.  (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Not in this chapter), Slow Burn, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Soft Ben/ Soldier Boy.

Word Count: 9.9K

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), derogatory comments, sexism, swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, little bit of homophobia (It's Soldier Boy). Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

A/N: I know I said I was gonna be more angsty with this chapter, but I got distracted, the sun was in my eyes, and my hand slipped…

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The next morning Mike’s screeching begins all over again, but today he starts with "My Girl" by the Temptations.

He's getting warmer.

You think with a smile, singing along to the song under your breath as you prop yourself up on your pillows with a content sigh. The smell of gardenia wafted over your bed in a gentle wave as your curtains opened, allowing the sunlight to drift over your bed. The beautiful white flowers bloomed from the plant sitting on your bedside table, each petal frosted with mist from the mister hanging on the wall behind it.

Gardenias reminded you of home. They were your grandmother's favorite. There were several large bushes gracing the front yard of her home that rose almost as high as the second story. Whenever you were back home you would make sure that they burst into bloom so she could fill her home with the sweet smelling flowers. It helped you relax and sleep at night, though sometimes it didn't do much to keep the nightmares away.

You hadn't had a good night sleep in a while, but after Ben and you had been up late putting together the bookshelf that stood proudly in the left corner of your bedroom, you were exhausted. Now it was filled with your worn brightly colored paperbacks and covered with a healthy amount of pothos vines as was everything else in your home, but you loved it.

When the delivery men had arrived late yesterday evening and they had been more than willing to carry the couch up the three flights of stairs, but Ben had told them to leave and said "I'm not some kind of pussy that waits for her fucking husband to come home because she needs him to change a lightbulb."

And so they left, leaving Ben and you with the box your unassembled bookshelf came in and a giant three piece couch.

Mike's mother had set up a folding chair with her best friend Mary Ann outside on the sidewalk, drinking glasses of wine and giggling like schoolgirls each time Ben and you came back down to haul another piece of the couch back up into the apartment. He tried to make you sit upstairs and wait for him to bring it in, but you had cussed him out and held up the only finger that mattered.

Putting together the bookshelf hadn't been that much better. Ben had almost broken two of the tiny wooden pegs that secured the back panel all the while cursing under his breath when you tried to show him the instructions.

And being in the presence of the instructions seemed to trigger Ben. It immediately turned the two of you into the couple in the car that bicker over a map before they get murdered in a horror movie.

The shouting got so loud that Mike raced over hopeful that Ben had broken your heart and that he would there to pick up the pieces, while Mike's mother followed in quick pursuit hoping to console Ben.

But when Ben had answered the door sweaty and shirtless- because you'd ripped his shirt on accident when he tried to walk away from you muttering something about "women and their fucking instructions" and you'd grabbed him while shouting "say it to my face you geriatric asshat!"- Mike thought that he had interrupted something else and retreated back to his apartment in shame while his mother stood in the hallway waving a hand in front of her face to calm down.

As annoying as Ben was, you loved the bookshelf. It was perfect for your bedroom and looked a little whimsical, which was how most of your apartment looked with the mismatched vintage furniture, all the plants, and the crocheted blankets. What you couldn't figure out was why he bought it for you.

You had relented on his purchase of the couch, because it did make sense, he was spending the most time on it, but his purchase of the bookshelf confused you. He'd been in your bedroom all of five minutes a few days ago and had only looked at the pile of vine covered books once.

So why did it bother him so much that I had a pile of books on the floor of my bedroom? Why did he have to buy it for me? Why did he care enough to?

No one had ever done that before for you. Your high school boyfriend, Newton, had seen the same pile of books in your bedroom back home every time he came over and never did anything about it, but Ben had only seen it for a moment and remembered.

I don’t understand why he’s acting so nice. You stretch your hands up over your head and begin to get out of bed. Probably because he thinks if he’s nice I’ll sleep with him.

The thought was becoming familiar, but you weren't sure what other reason it could be for. The two of you had nothing in common. He was always angry, sexually forward, annoying, not to mention he was from another century and he didn't understand anything about the present time.

I mean sometimes it's kinda cute how clueless he is about stuff like that. He always gets that adorable frown and- Nope, nope, nope not thinking about that right now.

Bean purrs in agreement with your thought at the end of your bed, stretching his front legs and arching his back. His charcoal fur looks almost silver in the light from the sun that streams through the open window leaving behind the imprint of the brilliant square on your comforter.

Bean had enjoyed watching the two of you put together the bookshelves, well, he enjoyed playing in the box that the bookshelf came in. He ran in and out, back and forth through the openings on both sides of the  box, using it like a tunnel all the while Ben complained over the small screws and even smaller pegs that never seemed to fit where they needed to.

Personally you just think Ben was jealous that you knew how to read the instructions and he didn't.

And last night you understood just how bad Ben was at receiving directions. He had ignored you when you tried to help him, which had lead to the yelling match that Mike walked in on.  

But you still didn’t understand why he cared so much about the pile of books in your bedroom. They'd been sitting there since you moved in, because you hadn't found a proper place for them, not to mention the pile just kept growing.

At least he didn't look too closely at the titles. The last thing I want Ben to know is how many romance novels I read.

You grab a bundle of your clothes and open your bedroom door, while Mike continues to sing "My Girl." You creep down the hallway, intent on taking a shower, but your curiosity gets the better of you, so instead of going to the bathroom, you peek into the living room.

Ben is sitting on the new charcoal couch that you crammed into the room, reading a newspaper and you have no idea where he got it.

Maybe he already left sometime this morning?  Guess he can be quiet when he wants to be.

Bean prances down the hallway behind you and jumps onto the back of the couch, kneading his paws in the soft pillows, before dropping down next to Ben. Ben smiles at the cat and folds the newspaper closed so he can scratch him under the chin.

"Hey buddy." You hear him mutter. "Y/n up yet?"

Bean only purrs and rubs himself further into Ben's hand.

"Don't know how anyone can sleep with that jack-off next door." Ben rolls his eyes, but doesn't raise them from the cat that has begun to crawl into his lap. "Why does she hate me so much?" He whispers to Bean with a sigh.

His question made you freeze where you were standing in the hallway. It was so open, so honest, so completely unlike Ben. It was the last thing you were expecting him to ask your cat, well, honestly you didn't think that he would talk to the cat at all. You suddenly wondered what other things he said about you when you weren't around.

And why does he care so much if I hate him? I mean I don't, he just gets on my nerves constantly, and knows how to press all my buttons.

You liked to think that you were an easy-going person, but Ben drove you crazy. You'd never met anyone who could do that to you before, never allowed yourself to get angry, not even when Poppy Mansfield who put chocolate pudding on your seat at lunchtime when you were in fourth grade and made everyone think you'd pooped your pants. You'd only shrugged and walked to the bathroom, it was Annie who lost it. Annie had grabbed a handful of pudding and smeared it on Poppy's face and earned her the nickname "Poopy Poppy" until she transferred to another school at the end of the year.

But not with Ben, he crawled under your skin and stayed there whenever he teased you . Usually you let insults and teases roll off your back like water off a duck, but not with Ben. He knew what to say to make you lose your temper. You didn't know how he did that.

Not all the time though.

The trip to IKEA had been kind of fun, well, fun until Ben had insulted your boss and when the two of you watched a movie together it was fun.

In fact, the more time you spent with him, the more you were starting to like him. You wish you didn't. It just made everything harder. You remember what he said at the plant shop, tried to burn it into your heart, that he didn't care about feelings or emotions and you did. You wanted to be with someone who cared about that, someone who understood everything about you, and loved you. You wanted love so bad your heart ached sometimes, and yes maybe you read way too many romance novels, but you wanted something like that to happen to you. You wanted to be so wrapped up in someone else that the world faded away, someone kind and sweet, who remembered little things like how much you liked gardenias or how much you loved pineapple iced tea from the place just around the corner and someone who would be okay with sitting on the couch or in bed, with you laying back in their arms while you read your newest book or tried to crochet.

Ben didn't care about any of that, probably what he would call "pussy shit." He just wanted sex, plain and simple, nothing more, nothing less.

And you didn't want just sex.

You didn't want to start something with Ben, develop strong feelings for him, and then only have him push you away as soon as he got what he wanted. You couldn't handle having your heart broken again. Newton had been enough and after him you told yourself you were going to try harder, were going to find someone who saw your self-worth. Of course that had been a few years ago and each year kinda felt like another nail in the coffin when you went on countless dates with people who never seemed to want the same things you did.

Plus, you were sure that Ben was only interested in you because you kept saying no and that made you "exciting" or whatever. So that just meant you were going to have to keep trying to find someone else.

You take a step back into the hallway, creeping further away as silent as possible. You didn't want him to catch you spying on him and you didn't want him to know that you had heard him ask Bean that. You force your door closed, before putting your clothes in the bathroom and shuffling down the hallway, purposely being as loud as you can so Ben can hear you over Mike's inhuman screech.

“Good morning.” You say as you enter the living room, as if it’s the first time.

“Morning Petals.” Ben looks over the back of the couch. He smirks as his eyes trace over your body. “Don’t you look delicious this morning.”

Your shorts were a little shorter than what you usually wore, hitting the middle of your thigh, and the oversized shirt you wore hung over them giving the illusion that you weren't wearing anything underneath it.

He is so confusing sometimes. Maybe he really just doesn't know how to talk to a woman in this century. Did that really work for him before? Does that work with all his dates?

“Thanks.” You say dryly.

Ben’s smirk twitches and something passes through his eyes that looks a little bit like regret, but it’s gone as soon as you see it.

You turn towards the kitchen. You didn’t know what you were looking for, truthfully you were just making conversation because you felt bad about what Ben asked Bean. You didn't know why that hurt you so much for him to think that you hated him, maybe it had something to do with everything that he'd been through. You wave a hand, perking up the plants in the box over the sink and the raspberry and blackberry vines covering the refrigerator to distract yourself.

“Um-“ You begin, but Ben interrupts you.

“There’s coffee in the microwave!” Ben suddenly blurts.

“What?”

Why is it in the microwave? Shouldn't it be in the coffee maker?

You sniff the air for the tell-tale smell of coffee, but smell nothing. A glance in the direction of the coffee maker reveals that the pot is still sparkling clean from when you washed it out last night.

Is he really lying about coffee? It's like he wants me to hate him.

“Um I mean-“ Ben clears his throat. “I got you coffee.”

“You got me coffee?” You parrot, surprised. “When?” You turn to look at him. He's watching you from over the back of the couch and he almost looks a little awkward, like he's not sure where to go from here as if he's not sure what to do when he does something nice for someone.

“I went to get a newspaper and I walked past a coffee shop.” He shrugs as if suddenly uninterested turning back around to face the jasmine covered wall, picking his newspaper up and opening it.

But you have a suspicion that he wasn't actually reading it, that he was just using it as a prop so he didn't have to look at you anymore.

“Oh. Thanks." You open up the microwave and withdrawal the still warm coffee mug taking a sip.

How in the fuck did he know how I like my coffee? You think to yourself, about to do a spit take you were so shocked, because the coffee was perfect. "How did you know-"

"I read the label on the one plant boy bought you the other day." Ben doesn't look up from his newspaper. "Is it… okay?" He asks it tentatively and a little awkward.

"Yeah. It's perfect actually. Thank you." You say it almost robotically. You couldn't believe that he remembered something like that about you. That he actually thought about you when he went to get a newspaper this morning.

He grunts a "You're welcome."

You take another sip and place it back in the microwave. Preparing to go back to take a shower.

"Do you…" Ben clears his throat again. "Do you work today?" He says it hesitantly.

"No. I usually have Friday's off because Annie and I make plans, but this week she cancelled because Hughie got tickets to some concert a few hours away and they're making it a day trip or whatever." You tried not to sound disappointed, but Friday's were usually you and Annie's day. You would plan random trips to shops in NYC, go to brunch, find ridiculous tourist attractions, try new restaurants, or you would go spend the day in Central Park reading. But Friday nights were wine, greasy pizza, sushi, Chinese food, snacks, and movie nights, had been since your parents died. It had been a family tradition before, Friday night films, but when they died Annie took it upon herself to continue it with you because your brother hadn't been willing to. Of course, when you were kids there wasn't wine, there also weren't movies with Glen Powell or Pedro Pascal, but as you grew so did the films and the conversations and the men, but your friendship blossomed with it.

"Oh." Ben leans his head back over the back of the couch, the smirk back in full force. "Well I've got a few ideas for what we could do today. Sounds like you're a little disappointed there Petals. I'm sure I could cheer you up."

You roll your eyes. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Great, I need one too." Ben jumps to his feet, leaving the newspaper on the couch as he turns to follow you.

"Ben." You sigh his name in frustration.

This is exactly what I'm talking about, he does something really nice and then he follows it up immediately by trying to sleep with me. Is that what this is to him? Do something chivalrous to make me like him and then finally let him fuck me?

It made you angry that he believed it would work.

"What? It'll save water and I just want to make you feel better Petals." Ben wiggles his eyebrows. "You sounded so sad when you said that Annie ditched you-"

"She didn't ditch me!" You snap. "She just had plans with Hughie that's all. And I can't believe you!"

"What the hell did I do?"

"You think that doing something like buying me coffee will get me to sleep with you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're trying to act all chivalrous and nice just so that you can get me to finally sleep with you. But I'm not going to fall for it Gramps! I am not going to sleep with you just because you do one nice thing for me or try to pretend to care about me." You turn and stomp down the hallway, leaving Ben absolutely speechless in the living room.

When you get in the bathroom you blast your ABBA Gold Album from your Bluetooth speaker to drown out Mike's singing and to drown out your insane internal monologue. And when the music doesn't work, you start to sing the lyrics to the familiar songs letting the melodies soothe you.

You’d liked ABBA since you were a kid. Your mom would listen to it when she was cooking in the large kitchen in your childhood home and when your father got home from work at the end of the day he’d creep up behind her and pull her away from the stove for an impromptu dance.

Your childhood was filled with so much love from two people that were absolutely head over heels. And it made you want that too. It’s why you wouldn’t give in to Ben, because the memories of your parents and the love they shared still warmed your heart years after you’d last seen them.

You dry your hair with a towel, continuing to sing as you dress in your jeans and t-shirt, hoping that you could just escape the apartment by going to Central Park and read on your favorite bench to avoid seeing Ben. You were maybe a little embarrassed that you had yelled at him again. You never intended to.

Maybe I can just creep past him.

You think to yourself as you open the door of the bathroom, but as you step into the hallway you trip over something big on the ground and begin to pitch forward with a started screech. The thing you tripped on catches you so that you fall directly into Ben's lap, your legs on either side of his thighs. You realize that it was Ben you tripped on, who had decided to lounge with his back against one of the walls of the hallway, his legs bent at the knee, directly outside of the small bathroom.

As you fall into his lap, your hands land on his shoulders grabbing tightly in fear and surprise, while his hands catch your hips, pushing up the shirt you had just changed into enough that his hands are resting on a sliver of skin that peeks between your shirt and your favorite pair of jeans.

You weren't expecting it to feel so damn good for his skin to touch yours, to feel the roughness of his hands against the soft skin of your hips. Your hands are still gripping his shoulders tightly, heart thrumming in your veins as you lock eyes with him, adrenaline from the fall still rushing through your veins. He looks as surprised as you do. His face is so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, his body warm and hard beneath yours, and it's making you have flashbacks of the other night when he kissed you in front of Mike, when Ben crushed you against him and kissed you with so much passion that you couldn't equate it to anything else you'd ever felt in your entire life.

You weren't about to admit that aloud, that the kiss you shared with Ben was the best one you'd ever had. And you weren't going to admit that if he kissed that good, you were betting that he would be the best you ever had at other things too. Newton hadn't exactly been a Casanova, and you'd hoped that Newton would have gotten at least a little better at some things the more you two were intimate, he hadn't. You'd also hoped that Newton would have been more concerned about you the closer the two of you were, but each time you were a little disappointed and he was, well, happy.

No. Not thinking about sex right now, not when I'm sitting on top of Ben for fucks sake.

That was a little detail that you were trying very hard to ignore, but it was difficult, not when you could feel everything that made Ben-ahem- Ben, beginning to get interested in your position on top of him.

Ben's eyes are dark, focused on your face, an emotion swimming behind them that makes something snag under your ribs and try to yank you forward, to close the distance between the two of you. His eyes flick from your eyes to your mouth for just a millisecond, moving his face an inch forward, just enough that you can feel the warmth of his lips, but they still do not touch.

"Ben what are you doing on the ground?" You say leaning back to lengthen the distance between your faces, but you can't force your voice into more than a hoarse whisper.

"Dropped my keys." He lies.

"Ben?"

Ben hesitates for a moment. "You've got a pretty voice, wanted to hear better." He admits under his breath, looking as if you caught him with a baseball bat outside your broken kitchen window.

What?

You could feel yourself flushing to the roots of your hair. You'd forgotten that he could hear you in the shower and forgotten that his hearing was so good that he’d be able to pick up what was Mike and what was you. “I’m sorry if it was too loud-“

“No. It was nice.” The end of his mouth twitches in half smile, eyes twinkling impishly. “I’d never tell a woman she was being too loud. I like that doll."

You roll your eyes at him, but his comment doesn’t annoy you this time. You wondered if that was because you were getting used to him and the way he was.

You wanted to kiss him so badly that your lips were aching. He always looked so good and right now was not an exception. Some of his dark hair had fallen forward over his forehead and your fingers itched to push it back, to drag your fingertips over his skin and feel the dips and grooves of his handsome face. The smell of his shampoo was everywhere, spicy and familiar in the best way.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You whisper. Your hands hands have fallen from his shoulders to rest against the front of his shirt. You don’t really remember when you did that, just that now you can feel the warmth of his chest and the subtle beating of his heart in the palms of your hands. “I think I am kind of upset that Annie cancelled on me today.”

“It’s okay, I'm used to it." Ben's hands are still on you waist, firmly keeping you on top of him. “You always seem to yell at me.”

"Shut up I do not yell at you that much." You laugh, pushing back on his chest playfully.

Ben smiles, but then you watch it drop.

“Look I didn’t get you coffee because I thought it would make you let me fuck you. I got it because you always say you need it to deal with me.” The way he says it breaks something, because he sounds almost sad and you’d never heard him sound that way before. “And I figured that I would see you today and that you’d need it.” He drops his gaze to where your hands are placed on his chest. He’s watching them curiously, like he can’t quite understand it.

Honestly you couldn’t understand what was going on either. Ben was holding you gently, almost reverently on his lap. It was odd. You’d never seen him be this way with anyone.

“Ben-“ You sigh. “I need coffee to deal with everyone, not just you. You’re not special.” You joke to get him to smile again, but he doesn’t instead he continues to look at your hands.

“Hey.” You whisper and this time your hand drifts softly to Ben’s cheek holding his gaze on you. His eyes widen slightly with your bold touch. “Ben I don’t hate you. I just-“

 There’s a loud frantic knocking at the front door that startles you off of Ben and on to the ground beside him.

“Were you expecting anyone?” Ben asks as he stands up and holds out his hand to help you.

“Um- no actually.” You reply taking it.

The frantic knocking starts again.

“Do you think it’s Mike checking to see if we broke up again?” Ben snorts.

“I think it might be his mom hoping you answer the door shirtless. Almost gave that poor woman a heart attack.” You start to walk through the living room.

“I remember you having a similar reaction a few days ago Petals.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Though I will say if you ever decided to walk around the apartment shirtless I’d be perfectly okay with that.”

“I did not. And I’m sure you would.” You roll your eyes. “But I doubt you’d be okay with letting me answer the door like that since you seem to be so jealous. Are all the men from your generation so possessive of women they can’t have? Or is it just you?”  You tease, remembering how he reacted yesterday afternoon at IKEA in front of Jake.

You doubted that he was jealous. Ben didn’t have anything to be jealous about. He seemed to be plenty happy with the women he found on tinder and you thought it was ridiculous that he needed to have you too.

You glance back over your shoulder to look at Ben seeing if he’s preparing another insult. He’s gone stick straight, his jaw clenched tightly, eyes dark, frown deepening.

Shit I was just kidding but-

You turn back to look at the door but can’t fight the tight feeling that rose in your chest when he looked at you like that.

Get a grip.

You interrupt the next bout of frantic knocking by opening the door.

A man in a rumpled navy suit stands out side the door, a bright blue quilted baby bag covered in elephants hangs from his left shoulder, a little girl holds on to his left hand, while a little boy screams shrilly and hangs from his right arm.

“Mr. Wilson- hi-“ You stutter, surprised. “Are you alright? Here-“ You reach to take his almost one year old son, Josh, from his arms. Josh continues to wail loudly, shaking his head back and forth.

“Can you please watch the kids?!” He says eyes frantically looking around the apartment behind you and focusing on Ben.

Mr. Wilson was another one of your neighbors, but he and his wife lived on the fifth floor. You’d met the Wilson’s by accident when Martha, the five year old holding on to his left hand wearing a bright pink tutu, decided to ride the elevator down to the lobby all by herself and met you while you were moving all your stuff into your apartment. She’d declared you her best friend as soon as she saw the colorful assortment of flowering plants you were lugging through the lobby of your apartment building in a cardboard box. You’d babysit for the Wilson’s sometimes when they needed a few quiet moments alone and on date nights. Not to mention they had a ton of money and paid almost five times per hour the amount you made in an hour working at “Please Don’t Die.”

Josh wails, his face turning bright red, so loud that Ben flinches behind you. You remember what he said about the supe that blew out his eardrums and can't help but feel a little sorry for him. Your own hearing was only a little better than other people's, but not enough to be as bothered as Ben.

“Hey little guy, its okay.” You coo gently bouncing Josh on your hip to make him stop crying. He sniffles and wraps his arms around your neck, gurgling quietly as he catches his breath.

“Y/n!” Martha shouts putting your right leg in a choke hold.

“Hi Marty.” You smile down at her, adjusting your weight so you don’t drop Josh. You look up at her father. “Mr. Wilson, I'm just not sure that now is the right time."

You think about Ben standing behind you and how horrified he looked when the children descended upon you, as if they were ticking time bombs. You weren't sure if you wanted Ben around kids, or if he had ever been around children before. He wasn't the best influence, not to mention you didn't think that he would be able to filter what he said or what he did around the,

“My wife she just-“ He swallows brown eyes wide. “She just went into labor."

"Oh. OH. Well-"

They had been expecting their third child for a while now, something that had resulted from you taking care of Josh and Martha more and more, and Mr. Wilson's promotion at work. You had learned before Mr. Wilson by accident when you reached down to pick up Josh's binky that was on the ground and your ear brushed against Mrs. Wilson's almost completely flat stomach and you heard the heartbeat.

“Please! I’ll pay you triple the hourly rate and her mother will be here tonight to take over for you.” The man looks close to getting on his knees and begging you. "You won't have them for long-"

Have a heart she’s going in to labor. What else is this poor man going to do? Drag the kids there with him? A part of you whispers. But then they'd be stuck here with Ben all day long. Well, maybe he will leave.

“Okay.” You relent with a sigh.

“Thank you!” Mr. Wilson exclaims shoving the bag into your free arm and then disappears from the doorway without saying goodbye to his children, but you were going to cut him some slack. You understood that when a woman went into labor most men didn't understand what to do with that information.

Shit. You grit your teeth to avoid saying it aloud when taking the bag throws you off balance. With one kid still hanging from your leg and the other one hanging from your neck, it was difficult to maneuver with the bag too.

Ben’s hand appears in your line of vision and he takes the bag, practically with one pinky.

“Show off.” You mutter, but turn your attention to the little girl hanging from your leg.

“I want a flower crown!” Martha crows.

“Okay sweetie just give me one second.” You take another step with her holding on to your leg.

“Now!”

“Martha.” Your voice turns stern as you look down at her and she pouts. "Please let me get Josh situated first."

“Fine.” She pouts and lets go of your leg.

The relief you feel is quickly overshadowed by Ben standing there, holding the diaper bag out from his body like it’ll bite him. Honestly you wished you had your phone ready to take a photo of Ben holding the bag, and then use it as blackmail.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ben asks looking down at the two children confused.

“Shh language!” You snap, eyes widening as you look down at Martha and Josh. Josh has begun to pull your hair from the ponytail at the back of your neck.

"What language?"

You give Ben a death stare wincing when Josh yanks the hair tie out. Martha has let go of your leg and is looking up at Ben with the same fascination that you'd seen her look at Prince Charming from Cinderella.

Guess it works on girls of all ages.

You think about telling her that Ben might be charming from a distance, but he isn't anything like a prince. Honestly, you were more worried that Ben was going to act like a total dick and crush this little girl's heart.

"Hi." She waves her hand at him. "I'm Marty."

Ben stares down at her, as if he's deciding whether or not to say his name aloud. "Ben." His eyes flick back to yours. "What are you doing?"

"We have had the money conversation many times, but I guess you must be getting forgetful in your old age, so we can have it again." You smirk. "Some of us weren’t born with a silver spoon in our mouths or have a trust fund. I don’t have money, therefore, I babysit to get some extra cash sometimes. Hence the children.” You wave your free hand commanding the vines to open up the pantry and grab Josh's high chair out to set up for you. "I told you that I work several jobs."

"What do you mean several? You said that you worked for Butcher and plant guy." Ben huffs, still holding the bag.

"You know his name is Jake. And we live in America if you can't remember. You know? America home of the free, home of the brave single woman trying to make ends meet and pay for her crappy apartment by working fifty million jobs?" You begin to buckle Josh in to the high-chair. "But thanks for showing me how to fix the plumbing under the sink. Definitely going to add that to my job application.

"How many jobs do you have?"

"I mean it’s really what I do when I’m not working for Butcher. I works at the plant shop, I babysit, sometimes I’m a dog walker, oh and there’s this senior living facility a few blocks over that I run errands for when the people living there need me."

"You run errands for senior citizens? What kind of fucking person does that?"

"LANGUAGE! And this freaking person does that thank you. It's not all that bad. Plus I thought you were going to act like them when I first met you, but you are more h-a-n-d-s-y." You spell it out because you don't want the kids to say it. "Oh and I'm also a gardener."

"A gardener?"

"Sometimes." You shrug. "But now that you've met the kids, it's time for you to go."

“What?”

"I don't want him to go." Martha stomps her little foot enclosed in a bright pink sparkly flat.

You ignore her and reach for the table part of the high chair, strapping Josh in. He's wearing an adorable pair of overalls and a teddy bear t-shirt underneath. Despite his early hissy fit in his father's arms, Josh is smiling happily at you, his wild curly black hair sticking up in different directions. “I’m not going to let you be around a kid. You're barely on your best behavior around me."

“What do you think I’m gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Smoke a doobie, roll a doobie, make horrible life choices, drink, curse-“ You cross your arms over your chest and turn to face him, raising an eyebrow.

“You really don’t see me in a positive light.” He smirks at you. It's hard for him to pull off when he's still holding the bright blue bag covered in elephants. It was quilted, probably a knock off Vera Bradley, which only made you wish for your phone even more.

“No I do not.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Fine, just go watch TV in my room. But if you start going through my underwear drawer I swear I will cut off your D-I-C-K.” You spell the word and narrow your eyes, letting them flash bright green to emphasize your point.

Martha is still staring up at Ben, upset at the idea that he's going to go anywhere. "Wait y/n! Please let him stay, he can help me braid Betty's hair!" Betty was Martha's favorite doll, one that you were sure was in the sparkly backpack that hung across her back. Another photo opportunity you did not want to miss.

“I don’t want to go in there.” Ben states.

“Well that’s the first time you’ve ever said that. Usually you’re all for going in my room.” You huff, before turning to look down at Martha. "Alright, you want jasmine like last time? Or do you want some Lavender too?"

"Strawberries!" Martha exclaims.

"Strawberries!" Josh echoes, mashing his meaty fist on the tray not quite comprehending.

"Alright, but you remember. Our little secret right?"

Martha and Josh's parents didn't know you were a supe, they figured that you really liked plants and that Martha's occasional flower crowns came from you manually making them, not from you waving your hand and watching the stems weave together. You weren't sure how the Wilson's would react to finding out that you were a supe. They were more straight laced than you.

Probably also wouldn't like Ben hanging around if they knew who he really was. Actually I'm surprised that Mr. Wilson didn't ask more questions about Ben when he saw him.

Martha nods eagerly.

"Secret?" Ben asks.

"The Wilson's don't know I'm a supe." You murmur so only Ben can hear plucking a strawberry from the plant on your kitchen table. Secretly it was your favorite plant and it was much older than all the others in your apartment, encased in a hand-painted pot.

It was the first plant that you ever grew, sprouted from the chopped strawberries on your high chair tray when you were nine months old. Your parents had potted it inside the house and since then it had never wilted, and it never would. It meant everything to you, weird as that may be, strawberries were like a good luck charm and the plant that sat on your threadbare circular kitchen table was the symbol of your origin story.

"What do they think all the plants are?"

"They just think I like plants." Your eyes are glowing bright green allowing the strawberry in your hands begin to grow a stem and leaves, the stems weaving together to form a circle, sprouting small white flowers that ripen into red fruit, delicately intertwining to create the crown that Martha wants.

She squeals happily when you put it on her head and dances past Ben into the living room on tip-toe.

"You want one too Gramps?" You smirk at Ben.

"Tempting, but no."

"Alright." You look back at Josh, who has begun to chew on his chubby fist. "Are you hungry? I think you're hungry." You turn to look at Ben who is watching Martha do a mock impression of a ballerina with a horrified expression. "Ben can I see the bag?"

His head snaps in your direction. “Why?”

“Because it’s a magical bag with baby food in it.”

He holds it out and you snatch  it away.

“Geez. Calm down Petals.” Ben leans against the counter behind you watching you  methodically take out the jars. “Now what?”

“Well Sherlock, I’m going to feed the baby.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I know! I know!” Martha screams jumping up with her hand in the air. “Oh please!”

You bite back the urge to laugh. “Yes Marty?” You act as if you're calling on her in class.

“He can help me make friendship bracelets!”

Ben scoffs and rolls his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest. “Like hell I’m gonna-“

*Twenty Minutes Later*

“Please tie another knot for me.”

“No.” Ben grunts

"You're funny." Martha laughs and hands Ben the elastic string so she can start another friendship bracelet.

She was wearing the one that she had spent the last twenty minutes on, a string of bright pink, light pink,  hot pink beads, and white pearly stars broken up by the name Marty. Ben had sat there the whole time next to her, pouting while occasionally throwing angry looks at you like it was your fault.

It's not.

You couldn’t understand why he stayed. You figured that he would leave to go on a date or try to escape as soon as Martha mentioned the words "friendship bracelet," but he hadn’t. He sat there at the kitchen table with Martha, whose little legs hung over the front of her chair, her face tight with concentration as she made friendship bracelets.

You’d taken two photos and you were very excited. But you’d been more focused on feeding Josh. He was still eating bits of strawberry and watermelon, but you would give him the occasional bite of teether.

Ben had looked like he was going to throw up when you broke off a piece for yourself.

It wasn't that bad. Kinda like eating a piece of flavored cardboard.

"You really like the watermelon huh?" You ask Josh taking another piece from the plastic container and cutting it up so it's small enough for him to eat.

"Waa waa." Josh mumbles picking up another piece. The red sticky juice was running down his little arms and each time you tried to wipe him off he would scream "No!"

You figured that he had learned that from Martha.

You hold out the circular Tupper-ware of watermelon out to Ben, who takes a piece, still frowning at you the whole time.

He's got to lighten up.

“Benny pick a color for me!” Martha says shuffling her fingers through the organized little boxes of her friendship bracelet kit, the beads rustling loudly against the plastic sides.

"It's Ben."

"Benny!" She whines. "Pick a color."

Ben sighs heavily as if she’d asked him to stab himself. He was probably considering that to get out of this hell. “Green.”

“Light green or dark green?”

“I don’t give a-“

“Ben.” You growl under your breath staring at him.

He sighs again sinking lower in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “Dark green.”

When Martha finishes the bracelet it has light green, dark green, and black beads with brilliant pearly white stars and the name Ben spelled out on the strand. She hands it to him. “This is for you. Now we’re best friends forever.” Her face turns serious. “Guard it with your life.”

Ben holds the bracelet between his thumb and index finger, frowning down at it. For a second you hope that he’s not going to throw it away in front of Martha. You noticed that she was trying to impress him the best she could and even you had to admit that her bracelet making skills were unmatched. You were also a little jealous. She didn’t make one for you.

But then Ben does something you didn’t think you’d ever see him do, but puts it on. “Thanks.” He grunts and Martha’s smile is so wide you’re sure it would blind anyone in a ten mile radius.

You’re surprised, so surprised that you drop the watermelon you had been holding on the ground.

What in the actual fuck is happening? He’s being so nice to her.

“Y/n, pick a color!” Martha shouts handing Ben another piece of elastic to tie a knot in.

“Um- light green.” You say, but you can't look away from Ben.

Am I hallucinating?

You were so shocked at his behavior. Yes he was still being a little bit of a dick, but he hadn't done anything that bad in the time that the children had been here, just occasionally curse.

The bracelet that Martha makes you looks a bit like Ben’s, except you have light green, dark green, purple, and black beads with white pearly stars broken up by your name.

"Thank you Marty." You smile at her and roll it on your wrist.

"Y/n?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"I have to go to the bathroom." She stands from the chair and hops from foot to foot. "I don't want to go by myself, the hallway is scary!"

"Oh okay." As soon as you get up Josh begins to wail, face turning bright red as he does, pounding his little fists against the tray of the high chair, sending pieces of strawberry and watermelon flying everywhere.

Oh shit.

"Hey it's okay Joshie." You unclip him from the high chair and pull him into your arms, bouncing him to make him stop crying.

"Y/nnnnnnnnnn!" Martha whines, continuing to hop from foot to foot. "I really have to go."

"Well I- um." Your eyes dart to where Ben is still sitting at the kitchen table, cringing slightly when Josh gives another particularly loud wail.

Am I really about to do this?

"Ben can you take him for just a second."

"What?" Ben's eyes widen.

"Please? I have to take Marty to the bathroom."

"She can't go by herself? Suck it up or whatever?"

"It's dark Benny!" Martha cries, peering around him down the hallway. "I don't want to go by myself."

"But-" Ben begins to say.

"Please Ben." You plead.

He curses under his breath. "Fine." He stands up and takes Josh from your arms, holding him away from his body in the air with both hands like Josh is a live grenade, which only makes him scream louder.

Martha grabs your hand and begins to drag you down the hallway, while Ben grimaces at the wriggling child in his arms. "Try holding him against your chest." You say to him as Martha continues to pull you towards your small bathroom.

I am definetly getting a night light for this hallway. Then again, she doesn't even like it when the lights are on. She said that the yellow glow looked "creepy." But I don't think I should leave Josh alone with Ben. What if he drops him or kills him or- shit why did I do this.

As soon as Martha is finished and has washed her hands you return to the kitchen prepared for the worst, but then you see Ben. His back is to you, but he's gently bouncing Josh in his arms who giggles happily over Ben's shoulder at you.

"See you just need to man up." You hear Ben say. "The ladies don't like a man who cries kid, take it from me."

You smile to yourself. And if you thought that Ben was gorgeous before, Ben standing with a baby making a baby smile, makes something primal at the back of your mind begin to stir and unfortunately makes every plant in your general vicinity burst into bloom. The smell of gardenia, hibiscus, honeysuckle, and lavender hitting you in a strong wave as they do. You weren't sure what instinct it was, all you knew was that the image of Ben and the baby would be very  difficult to wipe from your mind.

"Did you miss me Benny?" Martha shouts coming up behind him, her strawberry crown still perched over her dark braids.

"Um." Ben turns around to look at where you're standing at the edge of the kitchen. He looks a little sheepish, like he didn't want you to catch him with a kid.

That's understandable. Hughie told me how he reacted to seeing a diaper commercial. The guy just doesn't seem to be the most gentle or really loving. And yet look at how he is with Josh.

"Of course he did Marty." You smile rubbing her back. "Right?"

"Sure." Ben sighs, but then he lifts his gaze back up to you. "You shouldn't call her that." Ben grunts.

"Why not?"

"You keep calling her a man's name and everyone is gonna think she's a boy."

You kick Ben hard in the shin.

"Ow. What the fu-" Ben snaps, eyes blazing.

"Marty, why don’t you pick out a movie you want to watch, anything you want." You smile sweetly at her, ignoring Ben's angry glare.

"Anything I want?" She exclaims, eyes bright.

"Anything you want."

She squeals happily and runs to the couch, disrupting Bean who had been watching with contempt from the cushions that line the back. He didn't like the kids as much as Ben did. Bean leaps off the couch and vanishes down the hallway before Martha can catch him.

"I call her that because she asked  me to Ben. Don’t say things like that to a five-year old. In fact don't stuff like that at all. It's 2024 not 1920."

"What does that mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean." You frown at him.

"Fine." Ben huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Why are you still here? I thought that you were going to go on a date or whatever it is you do when you're not being forced to work for Butcher?" You say taking Josh from Ben, who fights you as you rub a wipe against his sticky cheeks.

"I didn't want you to be outnumbered Petals." Ben smirks.

"Uh-huh. Sure. Admit it, you really wanted a friendship bracelet."

Ben leans closer to whisper in your ear. "As soon as she leaves, this is going in the trash."

But for some reason you don’t believe him, but at the same time you didn't care, because you had photo evidence on your phone of Soldier Boy  making friendship bracelets.

The opening song of Frozen begins to play from the tv behind you and you smile mischievously at Ben.

Now he's in for it.

"You're gonna wish you left Gramps." You snort.

"What do you mean-" Ben starts to say.

And then Martha begins to sing.

After a stunning  and masterful performance of the Frozen movie done by Martha that included singing, dancing, and screaming the dialogue back at the tv, followed by Frozen 2, both Josh and Martha have fallen asleep just as the Aristocats began to play, leaving you and Ben to sit in the blessed silence of your apartment with the movie playing quietly in the background.

You were all sitting on the couch, Josh was sleeping on top of you, his little head buried in your left shoulder, while Martha curled up beside you, covered in one of your crochet blankets. Ben was sitting on the other side of Martha, leaning back and avoiding any contact with her feet that occasionally twitched while she slept, scrolling on his phone.

As much as Ben had hated the performance, you think that he might have actually liked Frozen. He'd noted that Elsa was hot, which Martha didn't quite understand and stated "No silly she's cold."

But then Ben followed up the observation by saying "You know, I knew this supe that looked exactly like her, who did this thing with her tong-" and you'd clamped your hand over his mouth and hissed "the kids are too young for that. Frankly I am too." Ben had only smirked at you and for the first time since you'd seen him do that, you smiled.

You didn't think that Ben had been paying attention, given that he had been scrolling on his phone through the entire movie, but he was. Because when Hans betrayed Anna Ben muttered "what a dick" under his breath.

Butcher had called during Frozen 2 and Ben had taken it in the hallway, filling you in quietly when he got back. Tomorrow Butcher wanted the two of you to infiltrate the party and see if the supe showed up to steal any of the cars.

It sounded like a solid plan, but it also meant that you were going to be on a mission alone with Ben, wearing God knows what. The last time Frenchie had stolen a dress for you wear on a mission, you'd practically had a heart attack when you first put it on and then made Annie go instead. You hoped that this time Frenchie got you something a little more, you. But you doubted it.

Plus the whole idea is to not be you genius.

“You’re really good with them.” Ben murmurs from his seat on the other side of the couch interrupting your chain of thought.

“You sound surprised.” You whisper back gently rubbing Josh's back with your hand. “And here I thought you were going to make a misogynistic comment about me having to be good with kids because I’m a woman.”

“I thought about it.” He shrugs shooting you an easy grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Wouldn’t have expected anything less Gramps.”

You'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying Ben try to act normal around the children. You liked watching him be all uncomfortable and awkward, especially because he prided himself on being a "big strong man." It was the same look he got in his eyes whenever Mike's mother cornered him.

“So have you been around kids before?” He asks.

“No. I never had any younger siblings, just my older brother. Were you ever around kids?”

You barely knew anything about Ben or his life before becoming Soldier Boy, just all the propaganda that Vought fabricated about his early life. He had called you guarded but he definitely seemed to keep everything closer to his chest. Sometimes you found yourself wishing that he would tell you more. You wanted to know more about him, but another part of you told you that it was a bad idea. You were getting too close to Ben, developing feelings for him, and you knew that it wouldn’t end well.

“Not people I knew. Vought used to send me on tours around America, talking to assemblies at schools.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Do you-“ Ben pauses considering. “Like kids?”

“I mean I like that I get paid to watch them but-“ You look down at the children quietly sleeping between the two of you. “I like these two. I think it kinda depends on the kid.”

He nods and turns his head back towards the tv. Thomas O'Malley has started his song, sauntering along to the tune.

Is it wrong that I think Ben has Thomas O'Malley vibes? Or Kovu from Lion King 2 vibes?

You thought about texting Annie that exact question, but you didn't want to tell her how you spent your day babysitting with Ben. You knew that it would only bring on another onslaught of photoshopped baby pictures and potential baby names.

“Do you want kids?”

“Huh?” You glance over at Ben who is watching you curiously. He was doing that thing again where he acted completely different than how he acted around the team, had been doing it all day long.

“Um-“ You contemplate. “I’m not sure. I’m kinda young or well in my head I am. I think I’d want to wait a little bit.”

“But you do?” He presses.

Why does he want to know that so badly?

“I kinda see myself as a mom.”

Ben’s eyes are studying you. “I think you’d be a good mom.”

The compliment makes you inhale in surprise. Ben had been acting weird all day long, being nice to Martha, wearing the bracelet she made him, sitting with her to watch a movie and listening to her recount the lore behind it. He was being uncharacteristically patient and kind. For another moment you see the possibility of Ben being more than just an angry, horny, jerk, and you try hard not to give in.

“Do you want kids?” You whisper back.

Ben’s expression darkens and he turns back towards the tv, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t say anything for a good two minutes, the silence awkwardly growing between the two of you. “I did.”

“With Countess right?”

He looks at you surprised.

“Hughie told me.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I’m sorry Ben.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You’re not the bi-“ He stops and looks down at the kids who are still sleeping silently. “You’re not her, Petals. You don’t have to be.”

“I know that, but still. What she did was shitty.” You whisper the curse word. “You didn’t deserve that. Any of it.”

It was the first time you’d said that to Ben. The first time the two of you would have a conversation about his life before you met him, the life that he seemed to want to forget. You couldn't blame him for that. In fact, the two of you had barely talked before these past few days other than the occasional tease or Ben’s attempt to get you into bed with him. And it was actually kind of nice, learning more about him.

Josh gurgles quietly and you adjust him in your arms, gently rocking him for a moment. Martha stirs but then leans further against your right arm cuddling up against it.

Ben watches you for a minute with the same expression he has when he seems to be unable to understand you and then the mask slips for just a moment, enough for you to see something genuine in his eyes. "Thank you." He murmurs.

"You’re welcome." You reply with a small smile as you turn back to watch the movie, aware of Ben's gaze on you.  "Then again I should be thanking you. I couldn't have made it through today without that coffee."

Ben chuckles and leans back against the couch cushions. "You're welcome Petals."

Mr. Wilson's mother in-law shows up to take the kids just as the movie finishes. Ben and you stand there for a moment in the aftermath taking a breath and when you smile at him, Ben actually smiles back.

But before you can ask Ben if he wants to order a pizza or something, he states that he has a date and not to wait up for him as he shrugs into his leather jacket.

And when he goes you try not to notice how quiet the apartment is and how empty it seems without him in it.

A/N: Alright the angst will begin to come NEXT chapter, probably, I promise... I just couldn't get this silly little idea out of my head and I thought why not?

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The Tattoo

Y/N - your name. Y/NN - your nickname. Y/LN - your last name.

request: r is new on the french squad and star struck when she meets gabby. They room together and they bond over their love for records, r ask if she could tattoo gabby if they win their games.

okay i did try my best, im sorry i didnt go with the fact that r could tattoo Gabby in case of a win.

You're POV:

You've been ecstatic ever since national team coach Jean-Aimé Toupane called you so that you could come to the Insep training camp before you had to start training for the 2024 Olympics.

At the same time, with the season you'd had with Basket Landes, how could he not call you, averaging 6.7 assists, 8.0 rebounds and 17.5 points per game, giving you an evaluation of 20.6. To say you were on fire would be an understatement.

Let's get back to the moment. You were finishing packing your bag, before heading off to the station with your clubmate Marie Pardon. Once there, and after greeting everyone, that's when your eyes met, only it's not the first time your breathing seemed to stop when you met her gaze. Gabby had the same reaction as you, breath cut off, cheeks flushed, it was Marine who helped her out of her trance before she looked like a psychopath.

During lunch, the coach assigned rooms. “Marine Fauthoux with Iliana” he said as the two girls jumped on each other making everyone laugh. “Marine Johannes with Alexia, Marie with Carla, and finally Gabby with Y/N” he added before handing you your room keys and taking your seats to let you finish eating.

Once the meal was over, the whole team decided to go back to their rooms to rest before starting training.

When you entered the room, you saw Gabby unpacking, the way her arms flexed, allowing her muscles to show. The sight immediately made you blush. However, you heard a clearing of the throat, bringing you back down to earth, and Gabby looked at you with a smirk when she saw where your eyes were blocked.

“I hope you're enjoying the view?” she said, laughing a little, not wanting to be the only one in this position you replied ‘It's the best view I've ever had’ you said, winking at her before unpacking your suitcase, leaving her speechless.

However, she snapped out of her trance when she heard the rhythm you were whistling. “You listen to The Neighbourhood too?” she asked. “Yes, I have almost all their CDs in my apartment” you replied. “Which one did you like best?” she added as she lay on her stomach, head resting on her hands, looking up at you. “Hm, I'd say 'Reflections', it's very close to my heart” you replied before adding ”And you? Which one do you prefer?” Gabby took a moment to think about it before saying “I'd say ‘Reflections’ too”. After debating for a while about your rather similar musical tastes, your tattoos, it was time of training.

TIME SKIP

Since the day you and Gabby were put in the same room, each day brings you closer. If you both were unaware of the feelings that were starting to grow more and more. Your teammates were all aware, some had even placed bets on when you would confess your feelings to each other.

Before, your first two preparation games against Finland, you had made a bet with Gabby. If Finland scored less than 100 points in two games, you let her choose your next tattoo while if Finland scored more than 100 points in two games, you would have to choose her next tattoo.

Spoiler alert, you won the bet. By winning the first game 129 to 50, and the second 117 to 59, Finland had therefore put 109 points in total in two games which made you the winner of the bet. However, you and Gabby decided to wait until the end of the Olympics to get her tattoo.

TIME SKIP

After qualifying for the final following the victory in overtime against Belgium where you and Gabby were on fire. The whole team celebrated well with the public, and in the locker room. Finally, when the celebration stopped, the players came out one by one to greet the public one last time before returning to the hotel. Once back at the hotel, you and Gabby decided to stay a little in the common room, you were showing each other tiktoks. However, when you looked up from her phone to her, you noticed how close her face was to yours and how beautiful she was.

When Gabby looked up, her eyes were going back and forth between your eyes and your lips, unable to wait any longer, Gabby kissed you gently, she placed one of her hands on your cheeks and the other on your hip while your hands ended up around her neck. Wanting to catch your breath, you separated a little but you left your hands where they were. "Wow-" you said still amazed by this kiss. "I really like you Y/NN, I like everything about you, your musical tastes, your tattoos, your smile, the way your eyes shine with determination in the middle of a match" Gabby confessed. "I really like you too Gabby" you confessed to her. "Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" she asked you. "Of course I would do you that honor" you answered her, a big smile on your lips.

However, just as you were about to kiss each other again, Marine Johanness arrived in the room, she saw the position you were in, your faces betraying you since you were both red. Marine understood immediately what had just happened. "Did you just kiss?" she asked excitedly, you had turned red with embarrassment at the idea of ​​a teammate interrupting you, that's when Gabby answered "Yes but-" she didn't have time to finish her sentence that Marine was already on the phone with Alexia. "Alexia you owe me 20 euros" she exclaimed. And then, she went back to her room. "It was super random" you told Gabby once calm had returned, "Yes really" said Gabby starting to laugh at the situation.

After this beautiful moment in the common room, you and Gabby decide to go back to your room.

TIME SKIP

With only a few seconds left, you managed to send your pass to Gabby, who caught it and scored immediately. The basket being awarded, the referees went to see the video to see if it was a 2-point or a 3-point. The score being 67 to 64 in favor of the USA, a 3-point would allow you to snatch overtime.

However, the referee having viewed the video, declared that the basket was a 2-point, and blew the final whistle, declaring the USA the winner. Gabby collapsed in tears, you brought her in your arms to try to comfort her as best you could.

Once she was 'calm' enough, you went to congratulate the opposing team and greet the public before going to the locker room to prepare for the medal ceremony.

After the medal ceremony, Gabby seemed at peace with what had happened earlier, that's how you ended up in a tattoo parlor to finally choose her future tattoo.

Being the nice girlfriend that you are, you decided to get the tattoo too. After showing the tattoo artist the design, he first started with Gabby, and ended with you. Gabby was surprised but was very pleased with the tattoo you had chosen.

On her left forearm, and on your right forearm, rests forever, the upside down house, the symbol of the group The Neighbourhood.

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Confession

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

warning: swearing, fluff

A/N: I’m just gonna put a random girl name in this story.

Y/N POV

I’m in love with him! But I don’t know how to tell him.

Shawn and I have been friends for about 5 years and he’s been dating someone for a while now. I mean I should be happy for him but deep down inside myself, I’m jealous, the girl he’s dating is beautiful, I always thought she hated me but Shawn says she doesn’t but I feel like she hates me with a burning passion.

One day, they went on a walk and Shawn invited me to go with them and I said of course, said yes. I felt like a third wheel, the way she looked at me. I got uncomfortable half of time and Shawn noticed.

The pictures on social media made me uncomfortable and upset. I know I should be happy for him but I have seen her true colors and they aren’t good at all.

There was a time that she came to my house for a little party with my friends and I and she was a total bitch to everyone and including myself. I told Shawn about this so he told her on what I said but she lied to his face.

“Shawn, Mary treated me including my friends like we were terrible human beings but all we did was treating her with respect.” I said to him.

Shawn is looking all stressed about the situation while having his body near a table with his hands on the edge of the table while looking down at the table.

“That’s not she told me.” He looks at me.

“Then what the hell did she say huh?” I went up to him.

“She told me that you guys were talking shit about her.” He looks pissed.

“You know me Shawn, I would never do anything like that.” I defend myself.

“Y/N, she always says that you would never even talk to her or even talk about how she’s a terrible person.”

“She is! Every time we’re together and she’s with you, she gives me a dirty look at me like she’s going to slash my tires.” I talked loudly.

“Well I don’t see it.”

“Open your eyes and see what’s she’s doing! I know that I should be happy for the both of you but she treats me like I’m dog shit.”

The way he looks at me, he doesn’t believe me.

“We’ve been friends for 5 years Shawn you have to believe me!”

“I’ll believe when I see it.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER

I’m cutting up some strawberries for a snack for myself until I hear pounding at my front door. I open the door and it’s Shawn looking upset.

“Y/N, she ch- cheated on me.” He walks in to my kitchen.

“She what?” I follow him.

“She cheated on me Y/N! And you were right, Mary told me that she did treat you and your friends like trash.” He sits down on one of my chairs.

“I feel bad for saying this right now but I told you so.” I leaned on the wall and I look at him.

“I wish I believed you the first time Y/N/N I’m sorry.” He looks dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry Shawn that this happened to you, I know that you should’ve believed me at first but I’m worried about you being heartbroken.” I walked up to him.

He hugs me and puts his face on my shirt, I hear him cry quietly. I pet his hair.

“Can I stay here? I don’t want to go home and be there alone.” He looks at me and says.

“Of course you can Shawn.” I look down at him.

A few days go by and I’ve never seen him this depressed, he would be in my guest bedroom for hours and when he would come out of the room, I can see how his eyes looks glossy and his face looking all red like he’s been crying for hours.

One night he didn’t want to sleep alone so he slept with me, we didn’t do anything but I cuddled with him. He would cuddle me back or he would be asleep already.

Mary would call him a few times and he would ignore her calls and messages, eventually he blocked her on any social media that he followed her on. She started tweet about him which were a lot of negative things about him. So my friends, his friends and I took her place and she blocked all of us. God she’s a bitch!

Shawn would go out with his friends and family sometimes and he would look at things that remind him of Mary, which that will make him be upset. Once again I feel so bad for him and he would be thanking me for everything I have done for him since his ex cheated on him.

I have to tell him that I’m in love with him. I know, I know he just got broken up but it’s been 9 months now.

We’re in his apartment and he’s writing some music down in his I walk up to him and I get nervous. He looks at me and notices my nervousness.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He sets his pencil down and looks at me.

“I have to tell you something.” I said nervously.

“What is it?” He walks up to me.

“I- I’m in love with you.” I stuttered.

“You what?”

“I’m in love with you Shawn.”

He stays silent. I hope he loves me back.

“Y/N, I love you too. Ever since we met.” He touches my right cheek.

“But, why were you dating Mary all this time?” I look confused.

“She wanted to get attention from me.”

I can tell he’s still heartbroken. 

“I had no idea Shawn, I’m sorry.” I touch his left cheek. 

“It’s okay, she's history to me now.” He touches my right hand that’s on his cheek.

“I feel bad for saying this, do you love me?” I look into his eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you since you dated Thomas.” 

“We dated for, 3 years. You’ve been in love me that long?” 

“Yes.” He confessed.

I look at him, he looks worried.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I said that I wa-.” I interrupted him by kissing him.

He kissed me back. It felt like we were the only people on earth. I started to feel his hair, he moans. He holds me close. We stop kissing and we start touch noses. 

“I love you Y/N/N.” He says while we're still doing nose to nose.

“I love you too.” We look at each other. 

The bell rings and we stopped on doing what we were doing and Shawn walked over to the door and looked in his peephole. 

“It’s Mary.” He looks at me.

“I don’t know what to do with that Shawn, answer it.” I said walking to his couch and sat down. 

He opens the door seeing Mary. I start listening to their conversation.

“Hi Shawn.” Mary said in a sweet accent like she wants him back.

“Hi Mary. What do you want?” 

“Just want to talk to you Shawnie.”

“Ew.” I thought.

“I’m sorry?” Mary says in my direction.

She heard me? God she's a little twat. I walk up behind Shawn and look at Mary, having a fur coat on like she’s from the 20s.

“Mary, where did you get that fur coat at?” I look at her.

“Oh I got it at this expensive store, you wouldn't understand.” She said in this sweet voice that I’ve never heard before. 

“Yeah with my money.” Shawn confesses. 

I turn my head behind Shawn’s I giggle to myself.

“You love me Shawn and she knows it.” She said in a snarky way.

“I don't anymore. you cheated on me.” 

“That’s just fake news Shawn and you know it.” 

“You told me that YOU cheated on me.”

She looks like she knows that's the truth. Shawn even told me a few months ago about this.

“Mary, how about you go away and be with the asshole you're with instead of Shawn.” I stood in front of Shawn and told Mary.

“Fine, are you two dating or something?” She questions me.

“We are, he loves me more then he loved you.” I said.

She doesn't say anything. She gives me a smug look like she wants to do something to me. 

“You’ll want me back Shawn and you know it.” She says.

“No I won’t, bye Mary.” Shawn says. 

She walks away and I shut the door.

“Y/N. I’m sorry that you had to see that.”

“You're alright. She showed us her true colors.”

“She did, didn't she.” He looks down at the floor.

“Shawn, I love you and you know it, she's just trying to get to you.” I walk up to him and make him look at me.

“I know, and Y/N I love you too. I just need her to get out of my head.”

“And your friends, family including myself will help you.” I put my right hand on his left cheek. 

“I know you guys will.” He smiles.

I hope our relationship lasts a long time and I hope it’s a good one.

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 158

warnings: a bit spicy, dual pov HMH masterlist

My class today went really well. Everyone has come so far since they first started, and it’s pretty cool to see the improvement. Some of the students who needed so much help in the beginning are now helping other students, and it makes me pretty proud. I’m just teaching them to bind books, so it’s not like I’m teaching them some complicated scientific equation, but I’m still pretty proud seeing how far they’ve come.

Usually I would have Y/N here with me since I just feel more comfortable when she’s around, but she had an appointment to go to today. Of course as soon as I heard that she needed to see her doctor, I already had my phone in my hand to call all the students and cancel the class for today. Being the angel that she is, she didn’t want me to miss out on my class and she didn’t want the students to either. I love being with someone who realizes how important this is to me.

Mrs. Wick, an absolute angel and godsend. Perfectly made for me.

I’m just getting everything cleaned up right now since the shop is closed for the night, then I’ll head home to my girls, who the more I thought about, the more impatient I get. I just want to see them! I grab the utensils off the tables and put them in the box, then I take them into the office and put them side--I spent quite a bit of money on them and definitely don’t want them stolen.

Just as I walk back out, I spot Y/N sitting at one of the tables smiling at me. She must have just snuck in while I was in the office.

“Hi,” I smile at her, walking over to kiss her but I stop when she stands up and reveals the school girl outfit she’s wearing, white button up shirt (totally my shirt) that definitely is not buttoned right since her chest is showing and red plaid skirt, “Oh…”

“Are you Mr. Wick?” she asks with a coy smile and a batting of her lashes, and I laugh as I nod. “My friends said they were taking a class and it was taught by like, this really hot guy. My guess is that’s you. And if so, they…severely downplayed just how hot you are.”

I laugh a little, “Uh, I guess, well, I mean, I teach this class.”

“Hmm,” she twirls her hair a little as she stands in front of me, and I notice the knee high stockings and Mary Jane’s she’s wearing. She smiles as her eyes rake over my body, and I suddenly feel so self conscious. I know my wife is attracted to me, but now I’m worried that she doesn’t like what she sees. She looks at me and smiles, “Well, I was wondering if I could get a one-on-one session.”

“Sure.” I say, and she plays with the edge of her skirt, pulling it up a little to reveal her thigh as we look at each other.

Y/N inhales deeply and puffs up her chest, then she looks down at her shoes, “Oh, would you look at that? My shoe is untied.”

She doesn’t even have shoe laces, but I play along since she’s so cute, “It sure is.”

I watch as she turns around and bends over to ‘tie’ her shoe, and her skirt pulls up to reveal her ass. I laugh when she shakes her hips a little from side to side, then she stands up and looks at me.

“So, this one-on-one class…” she brushes her hair out of her face, “How do I pay for that? Money, or…something a little more physical?”

“Well,” I hold up my left hand, “I am a married man.”

Y/N laughs, “She doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m not sure,” I say, and she smiles, “I’m crazy about her. I couldn’t do that.”

Y/N walks closer to me and runs her hands over my chest as we look each other, then she moves her hand down to my belt. I lean a little closer and hover above her lips, and we brush them lightly together before she leans back to look at me.

“I’m married,” I whisper, and she smirks. “I can’t do this.”

“So, you don’t want to bend me over your desk?” she asks, and I laugh. She holds my gaze and smiles, “I know you want to.”

I lean down and brush my lips over hers, “But my wife is wonderful and amazing, and she doesn’t deserve this--”

Y/N steps back and laughs, “John!”

“I’m sorry!” I laugh as I pull her back to me, “It’s weird! I can’t imagine having sex with anyone but you.”

“Ugh! You’re so romantic, but just go along with me. Come on!” she laughs, moving my hand down to her ass, “Play along.”

I smile as I squeeze her ass, “Fine.”

“Do you ever have one-on-one sessions with your students?” she asks, looking up at me with a deep lust in her eyes.

“Uh, no, you’re the first.” I whisper against her neck, and she closes her eyes, “Better not make a habit of it.”

Y/N leans back and smirks, “Oh, you’re gonna have a hard time breaking this habit, I fear.”

“Me too,” I admit, and she smiles.

“Well, I think you should show me around your office. Since I’ve never been here, I’ve never seen it.”

“Don’t know how much you’ll see with your face pressed into my desk,” I lift her up and rest my hands under her ass, and she nearly moans. “But what you want, you’ll get.”

We kiss as I carry her back to the office and set her down on the desk. I turn around to lock the office door, and we reach for each other and kiss deeply and passionately. She pushes me to sit down in the chair, then she stands in front of me and slowly unbuttons her top to reveal her breasts. I lean forward and run my hands up and down her thighs, and she pulls her top off as my hands slide up to caress her breasts.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful breasts?”

Y/N laughs as I rub my thumbs over her nipples, “Uh, no. Also I’m pretty sure you never call them breasts. It’s usually tits.”

“I’m sure someone has, like…a boyfriend or a husband…” I say, and she smirks since she knows it’s a compliment she’s received many times from me. “You have very beautiful breasts. Very full and round. Just lovely.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll save that compliment and cherish it, Mr. Wick.”

I nod, “Mm, good.”

Y/N moves closer to me so I can kiss on her breasts, and she tilts her head back and smiles when I suck her nipple. I hum and close my eyes, then I move to give the other one just as much attention. I move my tongue over her nipple as she looks at me, and I notice her squeeze her legs shut.

“Do you like…this?” she asks as she turns around and lifts her skirt to reveal her lacy pink thong, and I pull her back more to bite her ass as she laughs. I kiss along the waistband of underwear, then I pull her into my lap. “Am I your favorite student?”

I close my eyes as she rotates her hips on my lap, and I nod my head, “My absolute favorite.”

Y/N moves my hands up to her breasts, then she leans back and grinds on me as we make out for a few minutes. She finally gets up and turns around as she kneels in front of me, then she bites her lip as I unbutton my jeans to reveal my erection. A smile tugs at her lips as she looks at me.

“I’m very attracted to you, Mr. Wick.”

“Likewise,” I say, and she tilts her head, “You’re so sexy.”

She laughs quietly, “What should we do about this?”

“I have a few ideas what I’d like to do with you.”

“Do to me what your wife won’t let you do.”

This feels like a trap but I know it’s not. I know my wife. I know her. Never at any point during this do I feel like I’ll say something to piss her off. She’s just trying to have fun with me. I love it.

“There’s nothing my wife won’t let me do.”

Y/N leans up a little, “You’re damn right.”

I laugh as I look down at her, “So what now?”

“Use me however you see fit,” she smiles smugly, “Show me how much you wish I was your wife right now, because you seem like a very loyal man.”

“I am very loyal, especially to her.”

Y/N lets the mask slip for a second, showing her true self, her soft kind face, but the mask quickly comes back and this naughty woman has returned with that wicked smirk that deepens the dimple in her right cheek.

“I think we should start with me fucking that pretty mouth,” I whisper to her, and she bites her lip and nods. “I want to see that red lipstick all over my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiles, tugging at my pants to pull them down around my ankles, “Anything for you, Mr. Wick.”

I grab her face and look into her eyes before I lean up to give her a sweet kiss--a kiss for her, not to whoever she’s pretending to be, and by the smile on her face, she knows it too.

We start slow with her taking her time to kiss down the length of my cock, and she’s always good at giving my balls just as much attention. When she finally takes me into the warmth of her mouth, I tilt my head back and moan loudly. I pump my hips a little impatiently and her eyes roll shut as I fuck her mouth, spit running down her chin as she gags before she sits back for a moment. I hold her gaze when she looks at me, then she closes her eyes and takes me into her mouth again, sucking the tip of my cock as she hums.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and she opens her eyes and looks at me, “Good girl. Good job, yeah, do that. Mm…yeah, do that with your tongue. Fuck, you’re doing such a good job.”

I reach down to move her hair out of the way, then I tilt my head back and moan. After she deep throats me a few times, she leans back to catch her breath and I grab the back of her head and crash my lips to hers. I pull away and peer down at her as she pants, trying to catch her breath as she wipes her chin clean. She licks her lips and meets my gaze, and I see how much she’s enjoying this.

“So naughty showing up here like this.”

“I just came for a one-on-one session with you, Mr. Wick.” she says, playing coy as I help her stand up.

I lean up to kiss her as she clings to me, and I grab her in my arms and lift her up to sit on the desk. We both look down as I pull her underwear off, and when she spreads her legs open, I immediately start to smile.

“When’s the last time you saw something so pretty?”

I cock up my brow since the real answer would be ‘last night’, but that’s not what she wants. She starts to grin when she knows I can’t lie, and she squeezes my hand reassuringly.

“Never,” I lick my lips as I look down at her pussy, and she touches herself. I look into her eyes and start to smile, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

She hums, “Do you want to taste it?”

“I’d like that very much.”

Y/N grabs my arm when I start to lean down, then she furrows her brow, “I didn’t say you could, I just asked if you wanted to.”

“Oh, I need to ask?” I ask, and she smiles as she nods her head, “Well, may I please have a taste?”

“Hmm,” she hums as she lays back on her elbows, spreading her legs open, “I suppose.”

I start to laugh, “You suppose? I need a clear answer here.”

“Your wife…” she says, and I nod, “Does she like when you go down?”

“She’s a fan,” I say, which makes her laugh. “A big fan, if that makes you feel any better.”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, “Does she scream for you?”

“She absolutely does,” I lean closer and kiss her, “I bet she’s dying for me to go down on her right now.”

She nods as she looks down between her legs, “I don’t know her, but yeah, I bet she is.”

“Would you like to find out why she’s such a big fan?”

“I would love to,” she holds my gaze as I lean up to kiss her. She touches my cheek and smiles softly, and my heart swells when I see little glimpses of my sweet wife poke through.

Fuck, I love her. I absolutely wrecked for this woman. Almost three years in and I’m still fucking crazy for her. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being.

I hold her gaze as I move down her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. She sucks on her bottom lip when I finally get settled between her legs, and her eyes don’t move from off of me. I slip one finger in, she moans. I slip another finger in, she moans louder. I pump them in and out at a slow pace and devour her with my mouth, and she arches her back and nearly screams my name. I hum loudly as I taste her, focusing on her clit, and her legs shake on either side of my head as she climaxes. I lick a strip down to her entrance and roll my tongue over her before going back up to focus on her clit.

“Holy shit, John,” she pants, letting out a small laugh, “Oh, shit, keep going.”

I do as I’m told because what am I if not an obedient husband? She tilts her head up and sees that I’m stroking myself, and it only elicits a moan so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard on the street. I bury my face between her legs and continue to eat her out, and she grips my hair as she rides through another orgasm.

“I see,” she laughs breathlessly, “I definitely see why she’s such a big fan, Mr. Wick.”

I stand up and smile as I wipe my beard off, “You taste fantastic.”

“Thank you,” she looks down between her legs, her pussy pink and tender, “Mmm, I think I need more. I think I need to feel you between my legs. Now.”

I turn her around and push her to lean over my desk, then I pull her skirt up and spank her as she gasps and lets out a small laugh. I move my hand into her hair to tilt her head back so she’ll look at me, then with one hard thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her.

“Fuck!” she moans and hums, then she looks at me and smiles, “I think you’re my new favorite teacher.”

I laugh as I lean down closer to her ear, “You’re naughty, Mrs. Wick.”

She tilts her head back and laughs, “I thought you’d like this.”

“And I certainly do.” I whisper, then I grip her hips tight and thrust into her as we both pant.

The two of us pant and curse, moan one another’s names, grip each other tight as the thrusts get more intense and frantic, and change positions over the course of 15 minutes until I realize I can’t hold it off any longer. I cup her face and kiss her as I pull her up from laying on the desk, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’m gonna come, but I don’t want this to end.” I whisper to her, and she smiles and smooths my damp hair back.

“It’s okay.”

I watch as she lays back down on the desk and smiles at me as her breasts bounce from my thrusts, and I grip her hips tighter and listen as she whimpers loudly for me. I place her legs over my shoulders and push myself in deeper as she holds my gaze, and I reach up to caress her breast as she screams my name.

“You’re a fucking dream, you know that?” I whisper, and she closes her eyes and smiles before she arches her back and reaches down to rub circles on her clit.

We both moan and pant as we ride out our orgasms, and she sits up and kisses me with fervor. She finally lets out a big breath and lays back on the desk, and I pull out and lean over to kiss her stomach as she laughs. I brush my lips above her belly button and listen to her laugh even louder, then I grab her wrists and gently pull her to sit up.

“You’re a pretty great wife.”

Y/N smiles shyly as she laughs, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Of course.” I rest my hands on either side of her on the desk, then I kiss her, “But you know I’m totally fine with sex at home too.”

“Yeah,” she nods, holding my gaze, “But it’s always fun to switch it up. These walls have seen my ass one too many times though.”

I cup her face and kiss her as she wraps her arms around me, and I hug her tight before we both let go and begin to clean ourselves up.

“Do you have any clothes?”

“Yeah, a bag in my car.” she laughs as she pulls her underwear back on, “I was gonna ask if you could grab it for me.”

I laugh as I kiss her, “You don’t want to go out and grocery shop in this?”

“Fuck no! Can you imagine the looks I’d get from the Mill Neck Moms? I’d be mortified.”

“I think you look great.” I say, and she begins to blush. “Though, I will admit, I do miss your usual outfits.”

Y/N laughs, “Sure. Yoga pants just ooze sex appeal.”

“I feel like you’ve never really seen yourself in yoga pants before.” I say, and she laughs as she shakes her head. I buckle my belt and lean over to kiss her, “Stay here. I’ll grab your bag.”

It’s still raining as I rush out to the car for her bag, and I quickly run back inside and wipe the rain off my face, heading back to the office. Y/N is still topless and only wearing a skirt and knee high socks, and I laugh a little when she turns around to look at me. She really is incredible.

“Thanks.” she kisses me and takes the bag, then she pulls out some jeans and a sweater to put on. “I was just looking at the books your students are working on. They look great.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty proud.”

Y/N looks at me as she buttons her jeans, “I’m pretty proud of you too. You’re a really good teacher.”

“Is that you saying it or is that…”

“Veronica,” she says in a breathy, sultry voice that makes me laugh.

I lean back against my desk, “I was thinking along the lines of Stacy.”

“Nope, definitely a Veronica.” she fastens the clasp on her bra and laughs, “Maybe you’ll see her again someday. Who knows?”

“I liked the skirt.”

She starts to laugh, “I’m afraid to tell you who I borrowed it from.”

I look at her and shake my head, “Lemme guess: Tess?”

“Yeah,” she laughs.

“Why does Tess have a tiny red skirt?” I ask, and she raises both eyebrows as she looks at me since we both know why--Y/N and I aren’t the only ones with a healthy sex life. I nod, “Yeah, never mind. On second thought, I don’t want to know.”

**

John reaches out for you once you get your sweater on, then he kisses you a few times, “There’s my wife.”

“Here I am!” you put your hands above your head and laugh, then you wrap your arms around his neck. You pull back a little, “Wait, you didn’t like Veronica?”

He laughs, “No, I loved that, but I love you more.”

“Well, you better always love me more. Can’t have you falling in love with another woman now.” you say, and he laughs as he leans down to kiss you.

“You make me really happy, peach.”

“You make me happy too.”

“Not just because of this stuff, I hope you know that.” he says, and you nod your head. He pulls your hair out from the neck of your sweater, then he runs his hand down your back, “I missed you today.”

You smile as you sway back and forth in his arms, “I missed you too. I’m gonna go pick up Ro.”

“I was wondering where she was when I saw Veronica show up.”

You laugh as you pat his cheeks lightly in your hands, then you walk over to put your things in your bag, “I dropped her off with my mom on my way to my appointment.”

“How did that go, by the way?” he says, worry in his eyes, “Is everything okay? Fuck, I didn’t even ask when you came in.”

“Well, I’d say you were pretty distracted,” you say, but he doesn’t laugh.

After your appointment a few weeks ago, your doctor called and wanted you to come back in just for some blood work. There was nothing to be scared about, she reassured you, but she just wanted to double check something to be absolutely certain. Your heart rate was just a little low lately and you were having some vertigo, but it turns out you just weren’t getting enough rest and food lately--that’s life with a new baby! Everything ended up being fine though.

“I’m fine, baby.” you say since you know he always get concerned when you’re scheduled for an appointment, then you gesture for him to follow you as you walk out to the shop floor to look for a certain book. “Doctor Mendez was bummed that I didn’t have Ronan with though, so next time we go in for her appointment, we’ll have to bring her in so she can see Doctor Mendez.”

John nods, “Yeah, definitely. But everything was okay with you?”

With John’s past of taking Helen to appointments, he’s always waiting for the bad news to come, but it never does because you’re totally fine and healthy.

“Yes, of course. My vertigo was because I’m not getting enough food and rest, but we already talked about this, didn’t we? I’m fine, and I’m just going to start snacking more throughout the day and resting when Ro is.”

“Just making sure.” he says softly as you scratch your fingers against his beard. “You know I worry.”

“I know you do, Wick,” you kiss his lips and smile. You pull the book off the shelf and nod, “I was wondering if we had this. I’ve been wanting to read it. We have…four other copies, so I’m gonna take this one.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I have a box of new arrivals that I haven’t put out, so you can always look through those.” he says, and you widen your eyes and rush back to the office, “Yup, figured you’d be excited to hear that.”

Digging through the box, you set a few books aside and feel John wrap his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck and cheek as you read the back of a book, then you hand it back to him.

“Sounds like something you’d like.”

John takes it and keeps his left arm around your waist as he reads the synopsis, “Yeah, sounds good.”

You grab the books and move to your bag with John still clinging to your waist, and you laugh when he shuffles behind you. He kisses your cheek a few more times, then he backs off. You grab your bag and put it over your shoulder, then you smile and reach for John’s hand.

“So, you’re gonna go get Ro?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

John opens the door for you and waits for you to open your umbrella, then he locks the door. He gets under the umbrella with you and laughs as you both walk to your car.

“Please drive carefully.” he whispers, and you look over at his sad eyes.

The car accident was months ago, but still. You still think about it every time you get in the car. John obviously does too. You didn’t drive for a few days, but you soon realized you hated just sitting at home. You were insanely bored one day and grabbed the keys and just took a short drive until you felt comfortable again.

“I will,” you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him. You open the door to get in, then you hand the umbrella off to him since he’ll have to walk through the rain to his car. “I love you.”

John smiles, leaning in to kiss you, “I love you too. I’ll get dinner started.”

“Best husband ever!” you say, and he laughs as he closes the door and waves at you.

__

The storm got even worse on your way to pick up Ronan, so you didn’t stay long at your mom’s house. Ronan was a bit fussy but it was only because she was getting hungry. You texted John before you left and he said dinner would just about be done by the time you got home, and boy does it smell fan-fucking-tastic in the house when you do.

“Ooh, it smells good in here!” you say, then you set Ronan down as you get your wet shoes off. You lean down to get her out of her little raincoat, then you pick her up and walk to the kitchen.

The table is already set when you walk in and John is walking around the kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder as he gets the plates filled with food. He glances up when Ronan squeals, then he laughs and walks over.

“I didn’t even hear you come in. I was so…” he gestures to dinner and shakes his head, “Anyway, hi!”

Ronan reaches out for John and giggles when he blows raspberries in the crook of her neck, then she waves her arms around and squeals. She’s always so happy to see her daddy.

“Damn, John.” you look at the food on the counter, “This looks amazing.”

“I wanted to try something different tonight,” he says as he walks over to the counter, then he points at the pasta, “It’s called Green Monster Mac and Cheese. It’s pasta, broccoli, basil, pesto, shredded cheese, and spinach.”

You smile as John scoops up a bite for you, and you nod your head as you chew and give him a thumb up. Ronan kicks her legs and cries a little, so John walks over to put her into her highchair.

“I also made some chicken for us and our bug.”

“Sounds good, Wick.”

The two of you move around the kitchen and get your plates and drinks, then you sit down at the table with John. He cuts up pieces of chicken for Ronan and sets them on her plate, and she doesn’t hesitate to stuff her face. You sit in unusual silence for about 5 minutes before you look at John and laugh a little.

“It’s so good, I have no words.” you laugh, and John nods his head.

Ronan reaches out to hand John a piece of her chicken, and he eats it out of her hand as she giggles. She picks up another piece and leans to her left to hand a piece to you, which you take, and she claps her hands.

“So easily entertained,” John laughs.

Lightning lights up the backyard momentarily, then thunder rumbles so loud that it shakes the house and makes Bleu run to hide under the table even though he’s not allowed in the kitchen during dinnertime. Ronan jumps and widens her eyes when thunder rumbles again, then she starts to cry and reaches out for you.

“Oh, I know.”

“I’m gonna turn on the news.” John says, and you nod. “You keep eating though.”

You hold up John’s plate, “Babe, take your food with you!”

You’re almost done with your food, so you quickly inhale the rest of it and hold Ronan. You get up and head to her room to change her into her pajamas, then you grab a few books for her and join John on the couch as he watches the news.

“We’re looking at some strong winds, hail, flooding, and even possible tornadoes in the area.” the meteorologist says, and you look up at the TV to see the colorful cloud moving over the map of New York. “If you are located in Long Island, be prepared. You’re going to see the worst of this storm.”

You scoff, then you playfully kick your leg, “What’s new?”

John looks over at you, “We should sleep downstairs.”

“I figured.” you say, then you look down at Ronan as she chews on her toys.

The storm is only getting worse as you sit on the couch, but you’re not really ready to go downstairs for the night. John has gotten up and is now pacing back and forth by the window as he looks out at the storm, and you laugh a little when you see him put his hands on his hips as he thinks something through.

You sit up a little more and watch as he opens the patio door and heads outside into the rain to move the patio furniture to the side of the house.

“Look how strange daddy is,” you say to Ronan as the two of you watch him from the couch, and she squeals loudly when he comes back inside. “What was that all about?”

“Well,” he stands in the doorway and closes the doors, “If the winds are going to get bad, I don’t really think it’s a good idea to have the furniture right there.”

You set Ronan down on her play-mat and get up to get John a towel since he’s soaked to the bone, then you walk out and wrap it around him, rubbing his arms to warm him up a little. He wipes his face and hair dry, then he pulls his wet shirt off and looks down to make sure his jeans aren’t soaked. You bite your lip a little as you look at John’s body, still so tall and lean and fit, and he smiles when he catches you.

“I saw that.”

“You saw nothing.” you laugh.

John laughs as he leans closer to you, “I think you think I’m hot.”

“Well, you’re right about that.” you say as you laugh, then you lean up to kiss him, “You’re just getting sexier. It’s really annoying.”

“So are you.” he says, then he laughs and shakes his head, “That you’re getting sexier, not that you’re annoying.”

You laugh as he fumbles to correct himself, but you knew what he meant, “You’re very sexy, Mr. Wick.”

“You are too,” he smiles, then he leaves a wet kiss on your cheek before he heads upstairs to get changed.

“Dada!” Ronan squeals, and you look over at her as she holds up the TV remote to the stairs where John just went.

You start to laugh, “Oh, daddy, Ro has something for you.”

John laughs as he comes back down the stairs, still putting his shirt on, “Can you bring it to dada?”

Ronan wobbles as she holds the remote high in the air, then she takes a few wobbly steps forward before she falls back onto her butt. She crawls over with the remote in her hand, then she pulls herself up on John’s jeans and hands it to him. She’s started walking recently but every now and then, she’ll fall back to crawling, which Doctor Marlene said was perfectly normal.

“Thank you, bug.” he laughs, then he looks at you, “Apparently she’s sick of the news.”

“We better put on a movie then.” you scoop Ronan up and flip her upside down as she squeals, then you hold her like a wood log and blow raspberries on her belly to make her laugh. “And daddy should get some snacks. Or, actually, I can. It doesn’t have to be you.”

John laughs as he leans over the back of the couch and kisses your cheek, “I can do it.”

“What are we watching?” you ask Ronan, and she points at Inside Out on the screen. “Oh, daddy is gonna cry again.”

“Why?” John asks from the kitchen.

“Inside Out.”

John playfully groans, “I will absolutely cry.”

A few months ago, you were watching Finn and he picked the movie out to watch. You were busy giving Ronan a bath since she needed to be put down for the night, and John was with Finn on the couch watching the movie. When you came out, John was tearing up and holding Finn tight to his side. You leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he quickly wiped his tears away and took Ronan, holding her tight in his arms as he closed his eyes. It was sweet and honestly probably one of your favorite memories.

“Alright,” John sits down and sets a bowl of in your lap, Ronan’s snack: fruit and dry cereal.

You move Ronan so she can sit between you and John, and you both laugh when she crosses her legs at her ankles and sits back as if she’s some distinguished 40 year old. John wraps his arm around the back of the couch and rests his hand on the back of neck, where he rubs his thumb gently over the nape of your neck. He probably doesn’t realize how intimate it is but it makes you shiver a little.

“Ah!” Ronan reaches up to offer a chunk of banana to you, and you take it from her.

“Thank you,” you smile as you lean down to kiss her forehead, then you smile when John rubs your neck again.

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**

Ronan fell asleep in my arms about 40 minutes into the movie. Y/N fell asleep 42 minutes into it. Both of them were curled up against me. It was absolutely the best way to end the night. I brought Ronan up to her room and put her to sleep, but when I went back down to the living room to get Y/N, she was already up and turning off the lights. The plan was to sleep downstairs since it’s storming, but we’re both too tired. The storm isn’t that bad anyway.

We look at one another when she turns off the lamp, and a huge smile spreads on my face. She tosses the remote onto the coffee table and takes my hands when I reach out for her, our lips immediately meeting for a warm kiss.

“Have I told you that I loved you today?”

“Yes, eight times.”

I furrow my brow, “Really?”

“No, I don’t know how many times, but if I had to guess, it would be…” she squints her eyes as she looks at the ceiling, “Once this morning, another before you left for work, twice when you called me earlier, once when I called you before my appointment, once when I left to get Ro. I’m probably missing one or two, so yeah, probably eight times.”

A laugh escapes my lips, “Should I cool it?”

“No!” she shakes her head, clinging to my waist, “Please don’t. I honestly really need to hear it as much as you say it. Thank you for saying it so often, babe. Genuinely.”

“Well, I love saying it,” I lean down to kiss her several times, “I love you.”

Y/N lets go to wrap her arms around my neck, “I love you too.”

We let go of one another so I can lock the doors and set the alarm, and she turns off the rest of the lights. We meet back in the living room and hold hands as we head upstairs, instinctively, like always, going to Ronan’s room to say goodnight. Bleu is laying on his fluffy bed in the corner of Ronan’s room, and he only lifts his head up a little when we walk in the room--he’s a little scared with the storm but nothing takes him away from Ronan.

“Goodnight, my bug.” Y/N says as she rubs Ronan’s tummy, “I love you so, so, so much.”

I lean over to kiss Ronan’s forehead, “I love you, baby girl.”

Y/N is smiling at me when I look at her, and she starts to tear up, “Sorry, I just love you being a dad.”

“I love being a dad,” I take her hand and pull her into my arms, “I feel like you’re getting tired.”

“Because I’m so emotional?”

I grimace, “Maybe.”

“It’s okay, you can say it.”

I start to laugh quietly before we leave Ronan’s room. I close our bedroom door a little and undress until I’m only in my boxers, and I look over to see Y/N pulling a nightgown over her head. Lately she’s been sleeping in just that--no underwear. I’m certainly not complaining.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you.” I say, and she raises her brows and looks over at me in our dimly lit bedroom, “About earlier.”

She freezes, eyes wide in fear, “About the whole thing at the shop?”

“Yeah,” I sit on the bed and pat the spot next to me. She immediately crawls over and sits next to me, looking at me with huge eyes. “Did you feel…obligated to do that for me?”

“No.”

I nod, “Did you feel like you had to do that to keep my interest?”

“No,” she answers again, then she starts to laugh, “Honestly I was just thinking about doing something for us, something so…random. I thought it would be funny to show up at the shop and surprise you. I didn’t feel like I had to or anything. I wanted to. Plus, I mean, I was super horny.”

I start to laugh as I reach for her hand, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do stuff like that for me, okay?”

“Do you think I think our sex life is boring or something?” she asks, and I shrug a little.

“Maybe I’m not doing it for you anymore.”

Y/N looks mortified before she starts to laugh, “Are you kidding me, John? I could get off right now just from looking at you. Like literally just you standing there while I touch myself, I’d come in two minutes. Trust me, you are absolutely ‘doing it’ for me. I think you’re sexy as hell.”

“You don’t think I’m boring? I thought maybe you thought I was getting boring or something.”

“No! I don’t think our sex life is boring at all. I like the sex we have. I like the soft passionate love we make. I like the frenzied rough sex that we have where I’s a little fun to do something different and have no judgement. I showed up like that today because I knew you’d get a kick out of it. I knew you’d be turned on. I knew you’d love it, and I knew you wouldn’t make me feel like an idiot.” she says, and I nod my head as I smile, “You know me, I’m not into certain things, and thankfully our preferences run parallel to one another so we’re both happym literally left red and tender and I can’t fucking move my legs--shoutout to earlier because my legs are sore. I like the sex that we have where you have to press your hand to my mouth to keep me quiet because even though we have a heavy sleeper, she might wake up because I’m being too loud because you’re being too good. I like it all, but I must admit that it’re having, I love it, because it’s with you.”

I smooth her hair out of her face, “No matter what ‘kind’ of sex we’re having, I love it, because it’s with you.”

“Me too,” she smiles, holding tight to my hand, then she looks down at my crotch and smiles, “Big fan of him.”

“He’s a big fan of you,” I say, and her cheeks turn a little red, “He’s becoming an even bigger fan right now because you’re so damn sexy.”

Y/N looks up at me and holds my gaze for a moment. The air is like static right now. I can feel the electricity in the air. I can practically feel how much she wants me. She sucks on her bottom lip and cocks up her brow a little, and I cup her face and kiss her, laying her down on the bed. I reach down to pull her nightgown over her head, and she giggles when the strap gets stuck in her hair. I gently get it out of her hair and toss it to the ground.

“Take your boxers off,” she whispers, and I quickly dispose of them. She hums as she kisses me, but the moment I slip between her legs, she lets out a soft moan against my lips, “Just where I want you.”

“Just where I need to be,” I reply, and she laughs quietly, the light sparkling in her beautiful eyes. “Maybe even where I’m meant to be.”

She nods her head as her eyes roll shut, “Yes, absolutely.”

This hunger I have for her, it will never go away. I will always be absolutely, 100 percent, completely insatiable when it comes to her. And by the smile on her face right now, I have a feeling that she feels just the same way.

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[bookloover35]

Frederick Abberline X fem reader- You should not love me (3).

Abberline POV:

Hope Miss Yn will come and meet me here tonight.

With her help, I can get one step closer to catching Jack The Ripper.

But if I'm being completely honest.

I have been fascinated by her since I met her.

There's something about her that keeps me from focusing on the case.

And I know I have to focus.

But she's so gorgeous and I don't know if it's her magical eyes that are (e,c) or her long hair that is (h,c).

Everything is perfect from her soft voice, beautiful smile to her curvy body.

I want her to be mine.

I looked towards the lamp post and there she was.

Abberline: Good evening Miss Yn.

Yn: Good evening Mr. Abberline.

Abberline: Please Miss Yn call me Frederick, Mr Abberline makes me sound so old.

Yn: Only if you call me Yn.

Abberline: Okay thanks for choosing to meet me tonight.

Didn't think you would come because you were afraid of what people would say about you.

Yn: If meeting with you can help you catch the bastard who hurt my friend and can stop him from doing this again, I don't care what people think of me.

People already believe a lot of things about me.

So I don't care anymore.

Yns Pov:

He held out his hand for me to take.

At first I hesitated but when our eyes met I put my hand in his.

His hand was warm and soft my cheeks were getting hotter and hotter.

What is wrong with me?

I held his arm as we walked over to him.

People were staring at us but I didn't care.

I have to admit it felt a little powerful how people were looking at us.

And if you have to admit, Mr. Abberline is a very handsome man.

With his long short brown hair and his amazing smile.

Abberline: Is it okay if I ask you some questions?

Yn: Feel free to ask your questions.

Abberline: How old are you?

Yn: 27.

Abberline: Twenty-seven, you're so young, may I ask how you ended up out here on the street?

Yn: It's like all of us other women out here.

My parents died when I was eighteen, and my parents lost all our money and I lost our house.

Three years later I married a man my mother had chosen for me.

He was a fantastic man, he was kind to me and loved me.

But the problem was that I never loved him the same way.

And he knew about it but still he stayed with me.

He said he loved me anyway.

Five months into our marriage, he died of heart problems.

And then I was left alone with no money, no house and no husband.

Abberline: Children?

Yn: No children.

My husband and I never consummated our marriage.

I've never been with a man.

Abberline: But you are a woman of the night.

Yn: A whore you mean like everyone else calls me.

I fake it with my customers and I'm always lucky they're always too drunk to notice.

Please don't ask me how I do it.

If I'm going to sleep with a man then it should be with someone I love.

You probably think I'm crazy.

He made us stop and put his other hand on my cheek, and looked me deep in the eyes and said.

Abberline: I don't think you sound crazy at all Yn.

And any man would be happy to have you as his wife.

5 years later.

( Sorry I'm running out of ideas so it has to be this way.)

Today it is five years since that night and after that night Frederick and I became good friends.

Unfortunately the murders were not stopped and the day we found Kelly's body he confessed his love for me and wanted me to come with him so the next victim wouldn't be me.

It took me a long time to admit that I loved him too.

But as I said five years later, we live together, married and we have two fantastic children, a little girl and a little boy.

Mary Abberline and Derek Abberline.

The end.

[sweetbitterimpossiblecreature]

A Brief And Concise Summary Of Is Wrong With The ACOTAR Series

I think we can agree that a lot of ACOTAR is pretty iffy. Consider this a very brief refresher.

What's Wrong With Feyre/Rhysand (juxtaposed against Feyre/Tamlin)

Rhysand drugs and sexually assaults her in Book 1

This is "for her own good". Because he "has no choice". Despite the fact that, from what we know of the plot, Amarantha thinks that Clare Beddor was the one Rhysand was diddling, and is only interested in Feyre because Rhysand, "her" man male, has taken an interest in her.

If we extrapolate from this we can figure that Rhysand is the one directly putting her into danger.

Now, let's be clear: drugging someone is bad. Sexually assaulting someone is bad. One could argue there were extenuating circumstances. But if, in such a situation, what your mind goes to is "I know, I should assault this person... for their safety" I have questions about your moral qualities. There were a million things he could have done. He could have done whatever he did to Clare - that is, remove her ability to feel any pain - easily. He could have helped her escape. Under The Mountain, he - while still there unwillingly - has a lot of power, as Amarantha's side piece. Maybe this would have resulted in him being punished- however, he is hundreds of years old and a badass motherfucker, and she is a nineteen year old human girl.

Now, onto Tamlin. Obviously not a lot of people really ship F/T anymore after ACOMAF, because compared to F/R, it's boring. I read another person's post about it, which was very enlightening: they said that Feyre's personality is essentially a mirror. When she is with Rhysand, she's snarky and malicious- because she is "bouncing off" his energy. When she's with Mor she's super feminist and "in awe of her strength". On the other hand, Tamlin is kind of an empty character. He's a pretty boy with anger issues, which should be more interesting than it is. SJM manages to make him bland. Because Feyre has nothing to bounce off of, (a lot of this is from the person's post), she and Tamlin together is mainly just him introducing her to his world.

What Tamlin Does: prevents a skinny twenty year old from going on dangerous missions with him and combat-trained soldiers, accidentally blows up a room with her in it, and, at the end, prevents her from leaving the house.

This is not a Tamlin apologist post. Obviously it was really fucking gross of him to do that, and their relationship was toxic. However, a lot of his abuse stems from their inability to communicate, as well as own negligence. He does not knowingly and purposefully sexually assault her or rape her mind. And tbh, leaving a girl without combat training at home while he goes on missions with a bunch of muscled sentries is... kind of reasonable?

Again: not a Tamlin apologist post. It was abuse. However, if Rhysand is "allowed" to sexually assault, mind-rape, and drug Feyre "for her own safety", why is Tamlin demonized for preventing her from leaving his mansion "for her own safety"?

Another pertinent point: Rhys is never punished for sexually assaulting her. It is brushed off as part of his "mask" or that his hand was forced. Jesus Christ my dudes, his hand was not forced under her skirt. If he has to maintain his gross rapist abuser tyrant oppressor mask... why? Who did that benefit beside him? None of his actions remotely helped Prythian. They were done solely for his buddies - five people safe in a rich hidden city - and no one else, which is explicitly stated.

Finally, the power dynamic is fucked up. Feyre is less than twenty five years old. Rhysand is 500. There is a tendency in fantasy romance to romanticize a centuries year old man with a young girl, because the man does not show symptoms of age, and so it is easily ignorable. However, can we just briefly acknowledge how fucked up it is? Rhys is over five times older than Donald Trump, Harvey Weinstein, Jeffrey Epstein, and other known predators/abusers. She is twenty. That is really fucking gross. She is in a vulnerable position and he takes rampant advantage of that.

If he had wrinkles, liver problems, and erectile dysfunction, more people would acknowledge it.

Let's be clear: I'm not saying writing a book with an uneven power dynamic is automatically bad. For example, in The Locked Tomb series, which is in my opinion THE BEST FANTASY SERIES THAT HAS GRACED THIS EARTH (lol i'm starting fires), one main character Harrowhark Nonagesimus is in a position of power over Gideon Nav, the other main character. However, this is not glossed over or romanticized. Gideon resents Harrow for this- there is a relationship of mutual antagonism, fraught with unwilling familiarity and intimacy from growing up together. They are roughly the same age. While there is a certain power dynamic (in that world, there is a dynamic of necromancer and cavalier, i.e. sorcerer and sword) the "empowered" character (Harrow) emphatically respects her and does not abuse this power, although both would of course deny this, and she does make a show of threatening and being aloof. In short, while Gideon obeys her, Gideon also has power over Harrow, and the idea of what is essentially slavery is not romanticized.

Feyre Doesn't Face Any Consequences For Her Own Actions

Let me present a radical notion: a guy preventing you from leaving his house does not justify completely fucking ruining his country and harming the people inside it.

In other words: Tamlin does not deserve what she did to him.

I know that sounds iffy. We're conditioned to think that if someone is an abuser, then they are the scum of the earth, they deserve to die, torturing/murdering/doing anything to them is completely A-OK. However, here's another radical notion: someone harming you does not justify you doing worse.

Obviously, the effects of psychological abuse can cause you to hurt other people (see: Nesta), but Feyre deliberately and maliciously (oh, God, that insufferable POV of her in Spring Court; she reads like a cartoonish Disney villain) dismantles his country. She uses sexual manipulation (Lucien), torture (causing the sentry to be whipped), and mind-rape (who didn't she do this to? lol).

A summary of the entire first half of ACOWAR: "It smelled like roses. I hated roses. For this capital offense against my olfactory system, Tamlin and the entire Spring Court deserved to burn in hell. I knew exactly what I was doing. I smiled at him sweetly: no longer a doe, but a wolf. He didn't see my fangs.............." *aesthetic noises*

Man. I'm starting to think SJM had a horrible experience at a Bath & Body Works and took it out on the rest of us. Don't do it, Sarah!! I know Pink Chiffon and Triple Berry Martini are way too strong, but don't take it out on an innocent population!!

She steals from Summer Court (there are, yk, other solutions to theft. Like maybe asking politely) and ruins Spring Court. Her boyfriend - yeesh sorry, MATE - does nothing while a dozen Winter Court children are murdered.

Now: moral ambiguity is not automatically bad. Again using The Locked Tomb as an example, in the second book (spoiler alert), Harrowhark has a sort of moral ambiguity. She was raised from the beginning to worship the King Undying as God, and so she obeys him without question. Because of this, she commits a lot of crimes in His name: she "flips" - i.e. kills - the life force of planets, and she plots murder (albeit the murder of someone who tried to kill her first). There is no attempt to justify this. There is also no attempt to paint her as a virtuous and yet also badass Madonna figure. She is desperate, plagued with the "wreck of herself", and the book clearly displays her moral pitfalls. While her POV is of course colored by her mindset, it also is limited by her lack of information, and we as readers can acknowledge that.

BACK TO ACOTAR: Feyre is seen by everyone as gorgeous, formidable, and essentially perfect. Rhys sees her as flawless, "made for him", wonderful, beautiful, blah blah blah. (THEY ARE SO BAD FOR EACH OTHER; THEY EXCUSE AND GLORIFY EACH OTHER'S CRIMES, IT'S SO BAD, GUYYYS). Tamlin is insanely batshit in love with her, or whatever. To the Night Court she's the High Lady. In this way she personifies the Mary Sue character. (Excerpt from the TV Tropes page on Mary Sues: "She's exotically beautiful, often having an unusual hair or eye color, and has a similarly cool and exotic name. She's exceptionally talented in an implausibly wide variety of areas, and may possess skills that are rare or nonexistent in the canon setting. She also lacks any realistic, or at least story-relevant, character flaws — either that or her "flaws" are obviously meant to be endearing. She has an unusual and dramatic Back Story. The canon protagonists are all overwhelmed with admiration for her beauty, wit, courage and other virtues, and are quick to adopt her as one of their True Companions, even characters who are usually antisocial and untrusting; if any character doesn't love her, that character gets an extremely unsympathetic portrayal." Sound familiar?)

There is the Ourobous scene. And yet, paradoxically, while presented as an acknowledgment of her flaws, it is in fact a rejection of them. She sees her own brutality... and instead of recognizing that she has these deep, deep moral flaws and realizing that she needs to grow and be better, she in fact "accepts" them.

Guys: Self love means: "I'm important to me, so I'm going to get a massage today after work", or "heck, why not splurge on some expensive lotion, you only live once" or "you know what? I had a tough day today. I'm going to get that strawberry cupcake". SELF LOVE DOES NOT MEAN "oh, I accept all the war crimes I have done, I love myself". LOVING YOURSELF DOES NOT MEAN ABSOLVING YOURSELF OF ALL WRONGDOING.

It's this refusal to acknowledge wrongdoing that is so grating about ACOTAR. It's so goddamn one-sided. And you can tell that after Book 1, SJM decided to completely change the trajectory simply because of how jarring Book 2 reads compared to the first one.

Also: Feyre is a very, very young girl (compared to the other ruling fey) who did not know how to read for the majority of her life. She has no experience whatsoever in politics. Her being High Lady is not a win for feminism.

Rhysand: He Sucks

First, he is 500 years old. He should be written as such, not as some 20 year old virile frat boy feminist. Fantasy is all the more compelling for its elements of realism, which is a concept that SJM does not appear to grasp.

Second of all, his morals are absurd. He is written as the Second Coming of Christ, as someone who can do no wrong, ever, and his flaws only serve to make Feyre love him more. Anything shitty he does is written as part of his "mask" and she can See Beneath It and knows that it "hurts" him to maintain this "mask".

Fellas, WHY DOES HE HAVE TO MAINTAIN THIS MASK???? There is no reason for it. If A) he does not give a shit about Court of Nightmares (we'll get back to that), only about Velaris, and B) Velaris is hidden/protected from the world, what is he pretending for?

It would not hurt him politically to be seen as someone who cares about his country.

"Pretending" to be "Amarantha's whore" does not in any way shape or form benefit the macro-world that is Prythian. In Amarantha's name, he commits atrocities. He commits war crimes; he systemically oppresses entire societies. It doesn't even really benefit Velaris, because Velaris is already hidden.

Let me put this in a real-world perspective. This would be like if Donald Trump was suddenly like: "I know I was a shitty president but IT WAS ALL PART OF MY MASK, WHICH WAS TO PROTECT THIS MICROCOSM OF PRIVILEGED PEOPLE THAT I CARE ABOUT". Like: okay? Sorry, or whatever, but I don't actually give a shit. What about the parents of the children who died? What about Clare Beddor? What about the people who were held in slavery, murdered, tortured?

Rhysand: omg it sucks that my cousin Mor was oppressed by this toxic misogynistic culture from the Court of Nightmares.

Also Rhysand: lol whatever, who gives a shit about Court of Nightmares. They all suck. They meanie. Lol what did you say? That there might be other girls just like Mor who are oppressed by this system? Lol whatever. I can't do anything, I gotta maintain my Mask. I gotta sit on this throne and show the entire Court that not respecting women is completely okay.

In summary: by parading Feyre around as his "whore" (!!) he demonstrates by example that it is completely okay for the Court of Nightmares to abuse their women.

A good ruler cares about all his people. Rhysand cares about a tiny tiny fraction of his people: those who were fortunate enough to be born into Velaris.

God, I'm exhausted. Onto Nesta:

The only character who successfully breaks the Mary Sue effect Feyre exerts on her people is Nesta. Her POV for the first half is a joy to read.

Obviously it sucks that Nesta was a huge bitch to Feyre for the beginning of her childhood. However, it was wrong for Rhysand to threaten her- he is a man male with a huge insane amount of power, and it is not okay for him to threaten to bring the brunt of it down on a young girl because she was a bitch to his girlfriend.

I've seen a lot of discourse on the morality of F/R sending her out of Velaris. Here is my two cents:

It was okay for them to cut her off of their money. If they don't want to enable her self-harm, that is their choice. Again, it's their money, even if it wasn't fairly earned (Rhysand born into an enormous fortune).

It was not okay for them to banish her from Velaris with the implication that she was an embarrassment. Let me explain.

If Rhysand and Feyre are talking to her as sister/brother-in-law, then that is that. They have the complete right to express disapproval and try to help. However, they should not be using their royal privilege against her.

If they are talking to her as ruler to subject, then they have the power to banish her from the city. However, a ruler would not give a shit about a random subject getting drunk and having sex. So, they should not be talking her about her problems as a ruler to subject.

I've heard it compared to her being sent to rehab. However, rehab is a system designed to help people with certain problems. It has specialized medical centers and involves therapy. Nesta gets her life threatened multiple times. It is not rehab.

In summary: why did SJM inflict this upon us. Throne of Glass was actually good! GAHHH! After the first few books she completely whipped around and introduced the idea of males and mates and fey and that C is actually A and the quality took a huge nosedive. Sigh.

Final horrible but unmistakable truth: The entire ACOTAR series reads like a bad A/B/O fic. I hate to say it but it's true. We're lucky there were no heat cycles. OH WAIT

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Summary: 9-year-old Sheldon Cooper learns that having a brilliant mind doesn't always help growing up in Texas.

Warning: None

A/N: I wrote 2,587 words! I loved being able to bring my creations to life. I hope to do more in the future.

Y/N and Georgie are in Georgie's room when Mary calls the two teens down for dinner. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. As they sit down in their chairs, right next to each other, they hear Mary yells towards the garage, "Shelly, dinner's ready!" Mary starts serving the table as we wait for Sheldon. George yells out to Sheldon after a couple of minutes, "Sheldon! Don't make me come in there!" Y/N and Georgie sit there engaging in a hushed conversation about the movie they watched together earlier that week. Missy soon gets tired of waiting for Sheldon, and yells to Sheldon, "Sheldon, if you don't get in here, I'm gonna lick your toothbrush while you're sleeping!" Sheldon quickly responds with, "Coming" before rushing into the house to eat.

Sheldon enters the house, and he quickly sits down with the rest of his family, who are all sitting around the table. George waits for the boy to sit down before saying, "What the hell were you doing in there?" Mary calls George's name with a calm yet angry voice. George notices and responds with, "What?" Mary gets onto George for his language. "What language?" George asks Mary before turning to Sheldon, "So?" "I was having fun with dimensional kinematics", Sheldon says responding to his father. Hearing this, Y/N and Georgie look at each other and roll their eyes.

"Just at admit it, he's adopted," Georgie says to his parents after turning his attention away from his food. Sheldon turns to Georgie and says, "How could I be adopted when I have a twin sister? Think monkey, Think." Y/N chuckles at Sheldon's insult towards Georgie. Georgie gives Y/N a glare. Mary breaks the fight between the boys by telling them that no one was adopted, but Y/N. Mary realizes what she says and sadly looks at Y/N. Y/N just shrugs and goes back to listening to the people she called family. Y/N was sad about the reminder of the situation that occurred when 11 years ago but didn't let the comment affect her.

"I wish I was.", Missy comments under her breath. "That can still be arranged.", Mary tells Missy before telling the family that it is time to pray. George expresses his irritation with a groan, causing Mary to give George a very stern look. Right before the family starts to pray, Sheldon puts on a pair of mittens. George groans again which makes Y/N chuckle. "Leave him be," Mary says defending her youngest son. George argues, "He can hold hands with his family, it won't kill him."  "We don't know that." Sheldon says before looking at Georgie and asks, "Did you wash your hands before dinner?" "Shut up," says Georgie defensively. Y/N finally speaks up, "Hey, I have to hold his hand to pray every night, whether his hands are washed or not." Georgie glares at Y/N again, and Y/N and Missy laugh and high-five each other under the table. "I hold his hand Y/N, hence the mittens." Y/N playfully rolls her eyes at the comment. The family holds their hands together and prays.

After prayer, Sheldon takes off his mittens and starts eating with the family. Mary asked everyone at the table if they were excited to start school on Monday. Sheldon is the first to respond with an "I am". Missy then responds to Mary's question with an "I guess so". Y/N is third to respond with, "I guess. The only thing I like is hanging out with Georgie and the fact that I am in Art this year". Ever since Y/N moved into Cooper's household, Mary noticed that the one thing Y/N loved more than hanging out with Georgie was how creative she was. At church, Y/N would sing like angel. When Y/N thought Mary wasn't looking she would dance her heart out. Y/N also had a sketchbook full of really cool art and a notebook full of wonderful poems and stories. Mary knew Y/N was gonna have a successful life, and she hoped and prayed that Georgie wouldn't mess it up for her.

Georgie was not happy about starting school. "How can I be excited when he's gonna be there?!" Georgie complains. Sheldon boasts, "Don't worry, I won't be in the ninth grade for very long". George tries to help Georgie by saying, "Never mind him, you and Y/N just focus on your practice". Georgie is on the football team and Y/N is on the cheer squad. "How am I supposed to do that when he's in the same grade as me?" "Just ignore him. At least you'll have me there, except for 5th period. I have art" Y/N reassures her best friend.

"All I know is he's not in the same grade as me anymore, and I am thrilled," Missy says before getting a kick in the leg and glare from Y/N. Sheldon sarcastically says, "Good luck with your finger painting."Missy responds with, "You're gonna get your ass kicked in high school". Mary yells at Missy about her language. Sheldon says, "I'm not going to be assaulted- high school is a haven for higher learning". Y/N and George both respond with a quiet, "oh, dear God".

"Speaking of God, who's going to church with me tomorrow?" Mary asked. George says he can't make it because he has to meet with the other coaches. Mary asks if they could meet after church which George responds with a, "no, we can not meet after church". There is an awkward pause before Mary asks Georgie. Georgie tells his mother, "I have to study my playbook." before looking to his father for approval. George nods at his son, while Y/N looks down at her food with a sad expression, wishing that Georgie would have gone with them. "I have to practice my cheer performance, but I can do that after church. It would be nice to go back," Y/N tells her godmother, which puts a big smile on Mary's face and a frown on Georgie's. Sheldon also decides to go with Mary. Y/N's face grew a wide smile hearing that Sheldon was going. "Oh! Cheer practice can wait! Sheldon at church will be more fun than any cheer performance! I can just see it now. Sheldon and science versus Pastor Jeff and God." Y/N jokingly says while laughing. Missy brings the conversation back to Sheldon by asking why he's going to church when he doesn't even like church. "No, but I believe in mom," Sheldon said putting a big smile on Mary's face.

When Mary asked Missy if she was going, Missy tried to get out of it, but as I said she tried. "Son of a bitch.", Missy says under her breath. Mary flicks Missy's head and Georgie laughs. George smacks Georgie's head and Y/N laughs.

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Y/N's Pov

Mary, Sheldon, Missy, and I were all in our church clothing, sitting in a pew. The church was full. Everyone except for Sheldon sang Onward Christian Soldiers. Sheldon whispers something to Mary, that I couldn't hear.

Pastor Jeff starts the sermon and Sheldon is still asking Mary questions. "Do you have evil thoughts?" Sheldon whispers to his mother. Mary shh's him but he still keeps going, "I just don't think this part applies to me". "That's fine, be quiet and listen," Sheldon says something else about puberty, causing an older woman to turn towards the boy and his mother. When the woman turns back toward the Pastor, Sheldon asked Missy and me if we had evil thoughts. I respond with a "Not really" but Missy said the opposite, " I'm having one right now". When Sheldon asks what it was, Missy said that she was going to kick him where the sun doesn't shine when we got home. Sheldon tells missy that his balls haven't dropped yet and then asked his mom when his balls would drop. The older lady turns back towards the family and Mary threatens the woman.

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We get back from church and Sheldon instantly goes for the student handbook. I pass Mary and Sheldon to go change. I go into Georgie's room after I change. Georgie is in his normal wear, a t-shirt, and jeans, reading his 'Sports Illustrated' magazine. "You know you have no chance with any of those girls in that magazine, right", I say leaning against Georgie's door frame. Georgie instantly looks up at me and says, "You look good. Maybe more than those girls in my magazine." I'm wearing a black jean skirt, with a nirvana shirt tucked in and a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under it.

Georgie and I laugh at his comment and walk over to his bed. "So, how was church?" Georgie asked while going back to reading his magazine. "It was ok. Your mom almost beat up an old lady for calling Sheldon weird, after he talked about his balls dropping. Other than that, it was like any regular church day." I tell Georgie. "So!", Getting Georgie's attention, "How was your playbook?" I ask Georgie knowing he was lying. Georgie looks at me then back at his magazine. "You know that was not the main reason I didn't go to church. I'm not as invested in church as much as you are, so don't give me that look." Georgie says knowing I was going to get onto him for lying to his mother. I dropped that conversation, and we went downstairs to watch tv and talk.

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When I get downstairs, I see George and Georgie talking, so I walk over to them. On my way there, Mary stops me and asked me if I've to saw Sheldon's bowtie. I shake my head no and continue walking. When I get to the table where the boys are talking, they are talking about football. Mary comes up and asks if the boys have seen Sheldon's bowtie. George tells Mary, "Leave it alone Mary, he doesn't need a damn bowtie." Mary argues back, "It's his first day of school, let him wear what he wants." Sheldon yells down the stairs that he still can't find his bowtie. "Oh dear lord, why's he gotta wear a bowtie?" Mary says walking away.

"Can Y/N and I ride in with you", Georgie asked his father. I sit there eating my breakfast quietly, before looking up when hearing my name. George contemplates the situation, then says "sure". "Everybody's gonna know he's your brother. You can't hide. It's gonna be awful for you." I didn't even know Missy was at the table before she said something. "Tell her to shut up." Georgie defensively tells his father. Georgie tells his son, "She's not wrong" earning a light slap on the arm from me. George mumbles sorry and goes back to his coffee.

We're all eating when Mary storms into the kitchen. "George Junior, give me back that bowtie right now!" She yells. "I didn't take it!" "Don't you lie to me!" "I'm not lying!" "We'll see about that!" The pair go back and forth. When Mary walks back upstairs, he yells for his mother to stay out of his room. Missy smiles and says, "She's gonna find your dirty magazines." "Shut up." "You are not having a good day." I shake my head at Georgie, agreeing with Missy.

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Georgie and I are sitting in homeroom when we see Sheldon walk in. Sheldon calls out, "My father's a football coach, my adoptive sister's a cheerleader, and my brother's a football player!" When Sheldon sees us he yells out, "Oh, 2/3 of them are over there! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Georgie!" Georgie and I put our heads down in embarrassment.

Ms. Macelroy introduces herself and the class. She makes a joke about having some of our family members in her class, which causes a few students to chuckle. She introduces Sheldon and Sheldon raises his hand. When the teacher calls on Sheldon, we hear Sheldon tell Ms. Macelroy who is breaking the dress code. Georgie and I sink in our chair lower and lower as Sheldon keeps talking. She dismisses Sheldon, but he puts his hand up again. Sheldon tells his teacher that she is also breaking the dress code because she has a mustache. Georgie and I sink as low as we can in our chair while the rest of the class laughs.

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Georgie and I are on the football field but on opposite sides. I am with the cheerleaders practicing my moves, and Georgie is with the football players practicing blocking drills. I knew Georgie was having a hard time with starting school with his younger brother, so I kept my eye on him. When I see the fight between him and Albert Stinson, I excuse myself from my squad and follow Georgie to the boy's locker room.

I walk in to see Georgie angrily tearing off his equipment. When he accidentally throws something at me, I quickly dodge it. "You know, if you threw like that on the football field this year, we would win playoffs for sure," I say jokingly getting Georgies attention. "What are you doing here? This is the boy's locker room." "I don't care if the whole team was in here naked, I would do anything to help my best friend when he is down." Georgie sits down next to me. George is watching the whole thing play out. "Do you remember when I was 5, and I missed my parents so much that I had that tantrum?" Georgie nods his head. "You were there for me when I needed you, now it's my time. I've seen how upset Sheldon going to school with us has made you. You have held in your emotions for too long. I know you get jealous when Sheldon gets special treatment. I want you to know that you are not the only one. Missy and I feel that way sometimes, but I have you. I don't need anyone to but you to make me feel special. I guess what I am saying is..." Georgie looks up at me, and I take Georgie into a side hug, "When you feel emotional don't take it out on your team. You have me. Talk to me. We are always together and I don't want to see you tear your life apart over something stupid like going to school with Sheldon."

George comes from behind the locker and tells me to go back to practice. I let go of Georgie and give him a sad look before doing as George instructed.

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We get home, and George stops me at the door. "Thanks. You stopped your practice to help out Georgie. I appreciate that.", George tells Y/N sincerely. "Georgie is my best friend. Now, if he managed to hit me, that conversation would have gone a whole other direction." I say jokingly. George chuckles and lets me go.

I go up to Georgie's room. Georgie looked like he was in a better mood. I went in and talked with Georgie until time for dinner.

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Narrator's Pov

The whole family gathers around the table to eat, but first, pray. When it's time to pray Sheldon surprisingly doesn't wear one of his gloves. No surprise when it wasn't the hand Georgie held.

Later that night everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for Y/N who would find laying right next to Georgie, like they have been for the past 11 years when someone was upset.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! Would you happen to have any fic recs that involve John meeting the Holmes family? I always think that's such an interesting dynamic to see! Also, I think this goes without saying but I love your blog and appreciate your contributions to the fandom! Thanks!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog!

Oooo! Yes, I love that dynamic too!! ANNNNND!!! You’re giving me the chance to make a part 2 for a REALLY OLD LIST!!! So YAY!!! I found a bunch on a text doc I haven’t posted yet, so HERE WE GO! Hope you enjoy, and as always, everyone please add your own!

PARENTS AND FAMILIES Pt. 2

See also: 

Parents & Family

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Do You Love Me? by whitchry9 (K, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Epic Bromance) – John asks Sherlock perhaps the most important question.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he's been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3 (T, 5,379 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff and Angst, Insecure Sherlock, Caring John, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Birthday, Family, Misunderstandings) – It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night. “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a "normal" family. It's easy enough to pretend when all you're doing is dropping the act.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,691 w., 12 Ch. || Supernatural AU || Ghosts, Magical Realism, Light Horror, Fluff and Smut, John Can See Ghosts, John Whump, Emotional Manipulation, Dark Magic, Coma, Injury Recovery, Blow Jobs, Anal, Happy Ending, John’s Past, Mr Holmes, Powerful John, Holmes Brothers, Sherlock’s Past, Past Viclock, Drug Abuse, Hair Pulling) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. (TO READ)

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

[theyanderespecialist]

Tongue Deep (One Shot) Peter X OC Hermaphrodite Marie (Your Boyfriend)

[Hey Sexy Readers I am back with My Sexy Co Author Marie aka that Marie just in the stories so slightly different yes the Marie in the ones shots and stories are based off my wonderful co author and mark is the genderbent of her basically anyways please enjoy this chapter here!]

(no one's pov)

"Haha you're so funny." Marie said, siting across from her best friend Peter. She had gotten off of work an hour ago and had dinner with him there.

"Well you know I try." He said shrugging as she smiled. "Well it was nice seeing you tonight." She said as she stood up and put some money on the table.

"What's that for?" "My half of the bill, got the prices memorized at this point." She said smiling as she patted his head and left..unaware he got up immediately after and followed her out of the building, going down the alley she always does- and grabbing her.

"Mpphh!" Her mouth was covered by the cloth as he just shushed her as she slowly went limp.

"Oh no, my girlfriend! Oh well I'll carry you home." He said as he picked her up, brining her back to their little love best, their home together.

He tied her hands and feet, just for her own safety when she wakes up..and eventually after a few minutes she did.

"Oh god...my head...my stomach.." she muttered as she went to rub her eyes but she co

Couldn't as she stopped. "What- wh-what--"

"Darling!" Peter said smiling as he walked over. "You're awake! God.you look so beautiful when you sleep, I didn't want to try to wake you."

"Pe-Peter...Peter where am I? Why am I tied up?" She asked as he looked confused and then smiled.

"Okay that's a fair question. You're home, with me. Well it was my place but now it's our place, I hope you don't mind the safety precaution." He said as she went to speak before he leaned down.

"You really are beautiful..." He muttered as he leaned in, and kissed her as her eyes widen as he pushed his tongue in her mouth as she nearly gagged. She was not expecting it to be as thick nor long as it was. Out of reflex, she bit it. Not hard, she didn't want to hurt him..she knew he had issues, but this was a bit much.

(oh Marie no. Not his tongue)

(DUN DUN DON)

He moaned and kissed me deeper before puling out and I felt his erection rubbing into me. Remember Marie I told you my tongue is very sensitive or did you remember and decide to get me going you kinky thing~"

(oh god and he's gonna think it's on purpose

She looked up at him as she tried to catch her breath, he was very..very intense with that kiss.

"I-I--" she tried to explain that it was just an accident, a reflex, a way to get him to stop- but he wasn't hearing it.

"I mean, I've seen the porn you watch, read the books you do, I shouldn't be surprised you'd be such a tease~"

She made a noise as he lifts her legs over his shoulder. "But now Dear~ I need to know how you taste~"

"wait- wait wait wait please don't please--"

"don't be shy~" he purred as he hooked his fingers and pulled down her panties..only-peaking past her skirts hem, was a penis.

He did not care what his love had under her skirt. He smiles and gives the half erect cock one big long lick wrapping his tongue around the cock before taking it all done his throat.

(Holy shit Peter pecker swallower XD You a champ!)

(holy shit and she ain't small either like god damn he knew she had one and he's been practicing.)

(Exactly he has been stalking her. He so knew and made sure to get ready for it)

(oh god..and with that whole tongue sensitivity..he probably quite liked the realistic ones with texture.)

She let out a noise that seemed to be a moan, a gasp, and a whine all at once. It was clear she's never received oral before but that only added to his pleasure of knowing he was showing her a whole new world.

She was however trying to get out of her binds a lot. "P-Peter...Peter please.." she gasped out. She's never experienced this, and feeling his tongue wrapping around and moving with his movements.

"If I untie you? will you be a good girl?" He asks in between licks to her cock.

She looked down at him. Like she's take the chance at pissing him off if she failed to escape.

"Y-Yes...I-I will--I-I just want to hold you..please..?"

He smiled and took out the bind she then grabbed him and pulled his head back to her cock with one hand and held his free hand with the other holding his hnad. He stays there mouth agape. She is Holding his hand!!!

(that's cite that that's what he's shocked about)

(mmmmhmmmm)

She wasn't even thrusting or forcing him (...yeah about that) to continue. She was letting him just, well come to terms with his shock.

She looked at him confused before realizing it was their hands that he was focused on, so she brought it up, placing his palm on her face, whole her hand held it there, placing a soft kiss on it as she looked down at him.

(She's playing it up.for now)

His grey skin went to a bright pink in the face seeing her like this. He was in awe.

He gripped onto her face as he felt more of a desire to continue. To make her feel loved.

"Oh....god...Pete.." her one hand tightened slightly as he looked up as her. He had to be careful not to stimulate himself too much.

"...P-Pete..the-there's more than just that surprise down there.." she said suddenly.

(oh see he thinks she's only got a penis.)

I looked at her confused. I knew that she had a penis from a bulge but what else could she mea. I look further down and my eyes widen. Oh my lord. I looked back up at her as I pull away, well I was going to before her breathing hitched as her legs tensed.

I braced myself to get a half facial but I didn't feel anything, it looked like she was holding back, probably because I pulled away. Did I make her think that I didn't like her cock?

(I don't think she was worried about that.)

(Yeah)

"Y-You have to swallow it all..." She says blushing hard. "It can't get in my pussy...."

She then looked away. "c-course I-If you don't want to y-youncan get a tissue or s-something.." (man accommodating. Even tho she's like he fucking crazy- you don't have to)

(Yup)

I smiled and wrapped around her and seal my lips seal and I rub my cock underside her cock right on a vein pushing her over the edge

She cried out and she grabbed the sides of my head as I get every bit as I pull away only for her to stop me. "I'm glad I could make you feel good darling~" I purr as I went to get ready for bed but again she stopped me.

"But...what about you?" She asked softly, her hand holding mine as she looked up at me.

"Kiss me~ my tongue against yours will push me me over the edge~" he purred and they made out for hours her biting and kissing him from soft to rough and he came one finally time and fell back pulling Marie to his chest he needed sleep

He felt her lips press against his cheek as she wrapped her arms around him. He was a little shocked. He didn't quite expect it to be this good. He knew obviously that she was the one for him, that she was considerate in bed, and very hands on, but he was expecting a little more of a fight, but to be honest, he mi h preferred this..so when he went to turn around and felt nothing in his sleep, he immediately awoke and looked around. She wasn't here..

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this chapter is done and yes it it pre written so it will have to wait anyways hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy everyone!]

[adezahnae]

Family Affair (Part 2)

A/N: This was the chapter that was meant for yesterday, Instead I uploaded My Roomie and didn’t have time to complete this one in a day so here you go!!

Warnings: 17 aged reader (DO NOT TAKE THIS AS AN OKAY SIGN!!), Smut, spanking, dry humping, wedgie, teasing, slight foot job, dirty talk, semi-public sex, light choking, cum eating, unprotected sex (use condoms people!!), c*eampie, recording without content, secrets, tension, cursing, slut-shaming

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @wooya1224

Your POV

Night finally approached and we were all going out for my mom and Mr. Byun’s engagement dinner party arranged by my step-grandparents. I dressed up in an orange dress to match my mom’s and I fixed my hair up into a bun. I was now on my make up. After I finished my makeup, I bent down to grab something. I felt a hard smack on my butt making me jolt up and gasp. I turned around and seen that it was Baekhyun. “Are you nuts?! That hurt..” I pouted.

“Aww, did I hurt my Babygirl?” He teased hugging me. I smiled. “No, I’m fine..” I said. “Good..because you look amazing in your dress.” He said. I smiled again. “And you look amazing in your tux.” I said fixing his tie. He took my hands and kissed them and led me to my bed. He sat down and I climbed on top. “Baek, our parents-“ “Shh, they’re getting dressed. They aren’t worried about us..” He said.

He placed kisses on my neck and rubbed his hands around the back of my body. I sighed. “Baek...” I said. “Hmm?” He hummed. “I..I..Oh my god...mmm...” I was cut off in the middle of my sentence when he found that one spot my neck. “What were you saying?” He asked. I groaned out and ran my fingers through his hair. “We have to stop...” I yelped. He moved my hips above his crouch, making me whimper. “You wanna stop?” He asked me.

I instantly shook my head now. I started to move my hips faster against him making him groan out and lean back, watching me. “Just like that...grind on daddy..” He said. I bit my lip and whimpered. He lifted the back of my dress up, exposing my underwear. He gripped the top of the back of the underwear and pulled them so that it was in between my butt.

He bit on his lip with a sly smile. “So sexy...” He said. Just when I was about cum, his dad called him. “Son!” “Yeah?” He replied looking at me with the same smirk. “Are you and Y/n ready? We have to be there in 20 minutes!” His dad yelled. “Yes I was just helping her with her hair.” Baekhyun said. “Hurry up, you know this place is far.” Mr. Byun said. I heard his dad walk away and Baekhyun pulled me off of him.

“We gotta go. Come on.” He said getting up and fixing his pants. I pouted and fixed my underwear and pulled my dress down. He kissed me on the lips. “Awww...don’t be so sad.” He said. We walked down the stairs to see my mom and Mr. Byun waiting by the door. “Son, when did you start doing hair?” His dad asked. “Ever since, I got a sister. Come on, we gotta go.” Baek said. I giggled and followed everyone out.

We finally reached the place my mom and dad were having their party and I have to say, I have some rich step-grandparents. The place was a ball room and tables everywhere. It looked like a palace with the marble floors and wall and golden lights and decor. Tall, beautiful pillars reached the sky. “I want my future wedding to be like this.” I mumbled, looking around. “It could be..” Baekhyun said.

I smiled and pushed him playfully. “Hey! You both must be the wedding couple’s kids. Hi! I’m your host, Mary.” A woman said to me. “Hello, how are you?” I asked. “I’m great!! Okay, I need you two to come to the front table with your parents.” She said. We made our way there and we sat at the table. As we were about to sit down, Mary stopped us.

“No, these seats are for your mother and father. You two sit across from one another.” She said. Baek rolled his eyes and we sat in the other seats. I could tell he was annoyed by his facial expression. I tapped his foot under the table to get his attention. He looked at me. “Yes?” He asked.

“Are you okay?” I asked, rubbing his leg now with my foot. “I’m fine.” He said. I nod and pulled my foot away as our parents approached the table. Baekhyun yanked my foot back and placed it on his thigh. I signaled our parents by glancing over at them. He replied with a smirk and mouthed, “I know.” I sighed and sat back in my chair as the party started. “Hello everyone, and welcome.” Mary said.

“Today, is a special moment.” She said. “Two people here today is getting married! And these two people are..Mr. Byun and Future Mrs. Byun!” She cheered. Everyone clapped as the spotlight shined on our table. “This is a family. A TRUE bonded family! It’s a perfect family! Please clapped your hands for the daughter and son of this family.” Mary said.

People looked at us and clapped smiling at us. We waved at the crowd and I felt my heel being unbuttoned. After all the attention was off of us, I looked over to see Baekhyun with his teasing smile. I felt my being taken off completely and placed on the floor. I glanced over at my parents to see them not paying attention. “I’d like for Mr. Byun and Ms. Kim to come up here and say some words on their behalf.” Mary said.

Our parents left the table and Baek took this opportunity to continue. Baekhyun rubbed circles all over my feet while still looking at me and glancing up to our parents. His hands came up onto my legs and rubbed them as well. I bit down on my lip to keep from groaning. He placed my foot over a hard curved surface. He moved my foot up and down and began bite his own lips. I realized that he was rubbing my foot against his harden member. I looked over at him with wide eyes.

“I need you..” He mouthed. I gulped and nodded slowly. This moment right here reminded me of our first night together. Our parents finished their speech and approached the table. Baekhyun pulled out his phone and sent me a text.

Baby❤️🤤: You and me in the bathroom now. See ya there😏

I gulped and put my phone away. “I’m so proud of you mom and dad, but me Y/n have to go to the bathroom.” Baekhyun said. “Yeah..the wine got to us..” I pouted. “We’ll go ahead, me and your mom will be talking to others. So when you both come back, talk amongst yourselves or others.” Mr. Byun said. Me and Baek nod, leaving the table.

We made our way through the quiet halls of the party building, giggling and kissing. Baek pushed us into a bathroom and locked the door. He placed me the sinks and we kissed each other hungrily. He hiked up my dress, pulling my underwear off. I took the time to undo his tie and button up shirt. He pulled the straps of my dress down to reveal my breasts. He sucked on one of the nipples and massaged the other one.

I ran my fingers through his hair and groaned out. “Baek...” I moaned. My other hand went down to his pants and unbuckled the belt. He pulled his pants down and pulled me towards the end of the counter. He pushed himself into me with a groan. I groaned out along with him and gripped his shoulders. He began at a hard pace. “You’re so tight for me, fuck!” He said.

He lifted my leg and pushed in deeper. “Ooh Daddy..” I moaned as he hit that spot. He smirked. “Daddy hit the the spot, didn’t he?” He asked in a husky voice. I took his fingers and placed them in my mouth, sucking on them. “Mmm, good girl..” He whispered.

I started to clench around his member, telling him that I was close. “You’re close?” He asked. I nodded my head while moaning. “Go ahead...do it..” He smirked. I released on him with a high pitched whine. “Baek!!” He bit his lip and groaned while chasing his own high. “Keep clenching around me, stay tight for daddy..” He said.

I continued to while feeling my second high reaching closer. “Oh my god, it feels so good!” I said. He placed his other hand on my throat. “I’m gonna cum, cum with me.” He growled. He moved faster and moaned out while he came. I did the same, grabbing onto his shirt to keep myself grounded to Earth. “Fuck yeah...” He whispered as he pulled out of me, looking at his and my essence leak from my hole.

He bit his lip grabbed some. “Taste it..” He whispered. I took his fingers into my mouth again and groaned at the sweet taste each other. I smiled and pulled away. I show him that I swallowed it. “Good job..” He praised, kissing my neck. I placed my hand on his head as he did so.

Mary’s POV

I knew there was something up about those two..the moment they walked into the door, I knew that something was wrong. I’ve known Y/n and her mom for a while and I know for a fact Baekhyun is over 18 years. How could she raise such a beautiful daughter that ends up like this?! Her daughter is doing this crap with some man that’s 20 years old.

Wait, This could be the chance when I get Carrie all alone..her fiancé is no one compared to me and her daughter is just a little slut... I pulled out my phone and recorded Y/n and Baekhyun together. They moaned out each other’s names which made it perfect for me to prove that it’s them. “Carrie..you are all mine..” I said as I stopped the recording. “You little whore...you are gone..” I said looking at Y/n.

[amiramorozova]

Dual Summoner x the darkling pt. 6

After dinner, I returned to my room where it was in the tidemaker hall. Walking into the room I picked up a sketchbook that Baghra had given me and picked up the pen. I sat on the bed feeling restless and started to sketch in it. I was used to this as I had done this when I needed something to relax before bed. I had always sketched the same thing as a stag and knew the tales of Morozovas stag and how sun summoners were perfect for it.

I could never kill an animal, not even for its power...not unless I had to. I thought

I was unsure why I had this connection to it but I had seen a similar sketch in my childhood home. My father had drawn the stag and looked at it but he refused to go searching for it. I didn't really care but found it comforting when I drew it. After that, I decided to free sketch on the next page figuring there was no harm in not having a drawing in mind to just relax. I started to notice it was getting dark as I stopped and touched my freehand with the hand that sketched to form a small amount of light as I continued. Watching the image form I didn't give it a lot of details until I finished seeing it was a sketch of general Kirigan.

What is with me today? I thought

I put the pencil up and closed the sketchbook as I got up from the room to look out the window. I knew if I had to go after the stag someday I would need to get free and I had Baghra on my side. I remember her saying that someone was looking for it but I knew enough was going on as I threw the light up and it surrounded me in warmth one last time before fading and then I went to bed. I figured a good night's rest would be best for now.

The next morning I went to eat with everyone for breakfast after I was ready to join them, the meal was the normal breakfast. I liked that but the tension in the room didn't stop no matter what. Baghra's words about every summoner wanting to be the general's pet came to mind and I knew I was not one of those summoners. I worked hard for everything I did here in the little palace.

"Amira, did you sleep well?" Nadia asked

"I did, I did some sketching before bed." I said

"that animal again?" Marie asked knowing she couldn't say stag

"yeah, I guess I got my father's artistic talent." I said

"I heard we're allowed to choose between training today and free time. Show me." Nadia said

"We can do a bit of both. I need to go see Baghra later." I said

Nadia nodded as we started to head out after breakfast, most of the tidemakers walked away from us. We went to my room instead of immediately heading out to the training grounds and went into my room. It was always kept neat and in place cause I hardly did much with it since getting the room. I grabbed my sketchbook and let her see. Nadia seemed to be looking through the book to see my sketches. Mostly of the stag that I would see sometimes when I sleep but then she stopped on the last one and showed it to me.

"Your talent is showing, it looks just like the general." She teased "If I didn't know any better I'd think you had a crush."

"I can assure you I do not." I said as I took the sketchbook from her and put it away. "Now come on, I have to meet with Baghra."

Nadia smiled as we went walking out to the training grounds. I saw glares at me and I didn't care at the moment. I headed for Baghra's training quarters and Nadia went to work with other tidemakers as I knew today I was focused. I needed to get this out of my head but when I came to her door I saw a note as I took it.

Amira, meet me at your private training area. We're doing something different and for the sake of your powers, this will be best. - Baghra

What does she have in mind? I asked

I went to the training area I had for myself as I walked the path knowing that this was going to be different from my normal sessions with her. When walking my thoughts went through my head knowing this wasn't like her. As I made it to the clearing I saw my parents standing there with Baghra. I stood there in shock and realized why we had to come here now as Baghra was supposed to inform the general when people came into the little palace.

"Your training again with your parents today." Baghra said

"But they sent me here to train with you." I said

"I'm not a sun summoner girl, I can't train you on techniques you have the potential to do." Baghra said, "Your father can. General Kirigan should be busy today as usual and I heard you did well."

Before I could say anything Baghra had walked off and for a minute we all caught up on things. It'd been nine years since I came to the little palace and I missed them so much. I wanted to hug them and never let go. I wanted to go home more than anything in the world.

"Has he seen you yet?" Father asked

"Yeah, papa he has." I said, "I was chosen to go on the tidemaker mission with the other tidemakers."

I went into details on what happened with the mission and what transpired how he'd amplified my power yesterday. Since I only used the tidemaker power in front of everyone except Baghra and my friends. I knew there was no way to avoid that I'd let someone in beside Baghra.

"I told my friends the truth and they've kept my secret." I said

"Do you trust them?" Father asked

"I do, they have had my back since I got here. I want to leave this place but I have no choice but to stay." I said

Father and mother knew that it was true what I said as I didn't have a choice in staying here. Baghra was my teacher and I was grateful for her lessons. I didn't want to be the reason for hope for people when I am not one summoner. I knew that was harsh but I knew being here the more I felt drawn to the shadows.

My parents didn't really ask much more before they started to do training with me. My mother had been harsher with me than she was when I was a child. I realized she was holding back when I was a child. I got back up and I didn't hold back with her either as we trained together. Still she put me through a ringer to keep up with her.

"Good Job Amira." Mother said

"I work hard, I won't give up." I said

"Next lesson." Father said

I prepared for my father as he did his own kind of training with the light. I struggled with his techniques of light. They were so much more advanced than I was but I got it a little bit. I didn't give up until I semi mastered them so I could keep practicing and when that was done I sat down breathing a bit harder as I laid back.

"You two are so unfair." I said jokingly

"Hard work and practice pays off." they said together

I closed my eyes letting myself feel vulnerable with them around. I laughed a bit knowing that it wasn't everyday I got my butt handed to me by my own parents. they were so much stronger than I was but I would one day surpass them. Maybe they were right that hard work and practice paid off. Maybe I could take down the fold someday and end the search for sun summoners.

I heard them talking to themselves as I laid there with my eyes closed. The sun on my face and the feeling of responsibility not present. I subconsciously touched the part of my cheek the general's fingers had lightly touched as I opened my eyes looking up at the sky.

I shouldn't be able to feel his shadows yet I can...I really wonder if he could feel the sun hiding. I thought

While in my thoughts I sat up quickly feeling that same feeling of shadows close by. I looked around knowing he did know where I trained and my father's secret could be at risk. Yet I didn't see anyone's insight when it came to the surrounding area. I figured maybe I was just paranoid or maybe...maybe he is watching.

would he try to make father join the 2nd army if he knew? Father would resist but his interest in me would possibly do more harm than good at the moment. I thought

Aleksander Morozova's pov:

Walking out there I noticed all tidemakers but Amira were present. I wanted to check and see if she was still needing to heal or if she was ok. Something about this tidemaker bothered me like there was something she was hiding. I walked that path she walked when she trained alone.

Coming into sight I saw her talking with her parents who I had no idea where in the palace. Mother must have brought them here and I could see she missed them dearly as they hugged and talked. I watched a bit seeing her mother not letting up on her own daughter.

Amara is as tough as my mother is on her own child. I thought

As I watched I was about to leave when I saw something that caught my attention. Amira and her father were sun summoners and Amira was a dual summoner. I thought about the Grisha text knowing there was no talk of a dual summoner when it came to Grisha. She was the first of her kind but like the mother, her father didn't let up either.

I saw her lay relaxed after her training with her parents and decided to stay and watch. I saw her touch her cheek where I had touched to see how badly she was injured. I knew something was different about her but I could not place my finger on it. Still, I saw her suddenly sit up to look around as I started to back up.

soon I'll have her in my grasp..the dual summoner. I thought

[avocadogirl216]

Another Winchester?

AN: Hello Everyone! So lately I’ve been wanting to write a winchester x sister!reader and I got this idea. Just know that this is my first ever story that I have shared with anyone else so please let me know of any mistakes or any of your thoughts. Thank you!

Summary: You are the little sister of The infamous Winchester brothers and this is how you meet them. This is set in season six after Sam gets his soul back.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and drugs,language, mentions of sex, some violence, mention of abusive mother, suicide by overdose, some blood and I think that’s it.

!TRIGGER WARNING! If you are easily triggered by mentions of abuse, suicide or drugs please DO NOT read this.

 Your name is (YN) Anderson. You’re 14 and a hunter. Your mother is Melinda Anderson who is a alcoholic and a drug addict. She was always either high or drunk and no matter what day or time it was. She was unemployed and brought home sketchy men almost every night.  She had an awful temper and the tiniest things would set her off and when she got angry, you didn’t want to be with her.  She would take it out on you and if she was too tired or drunk she would let her one night stands beat you until you were unconscious.  

Let’s just say you weren’t a big fan of her. You’ve tried to run away multiple times but since your mom has many drug dealers and one night stands pretty much everywhere in town you would always get caught.

Your father was John Winchester the infamous hunter. You didn’t know much about him. All that you knew was that he was in the Marines and that his wife, Mary Winchester, died in 1983. From time to time you would daydream about him, wondering what your life would be like if you lived with him instead of your mom.  

John worked a case in that town and after he finished the job he went to a bar got drunk and found your mom. Nine months later you were born.

You met your father when you were seven and there was a pack of werewolves in town that your father was hunting. He found out about you a couple years earlier and was surprised to find out that he had another child. Since he had been close to finding Yellow Eyes he didn’t have time to visit you and since him and Dean were hunting together for most of the time he didn’t want Dean to grow suspicious.

John shot a bullet in the heart of what he thought was the last werewolf he decided to finally go meet you.  He was nervous because he didn’t want anything happening to you considering his job.

He finally pulled up to your house. It was small and a little rundown but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

You were watching cartoons on the old TV in the living room when you heard the doorbell ring. Your little head perked up and the sudden noise.  You hopped off of the couch and walked over to the door and opened it only to reveal a man who was tall and muscular.  He looked down at you and started to take in your features.  

You were a spitting image of him except you had your mother’s chin and pale skin. You looked at each other in wonder for a good minute.

“H-hi” you squeaked. You were scared of the man standing at your door, especially since he was so big.

“Hey” John said while he was kneeling down to your height. God she is so small he thought.

“Who are you?” You said with more confidence.

John hesitated before he spoke. “My name is John.”

“What are you doing here?” You spoke while crossing your arms.

“I came to meet you.” He said

“Why?”

“Because...” he said while trying to think of the right words “I’m your father.”

You were surprised and a little confused.

You had a lot of questions. Your father? What was he doing here? Where had he been all your short and terrible life? You squinted your eyes and tilted your head a little.

John knew that you were confused “I know that this is a lot of information to take in and maybe if you get your mother then maybe she can explain things easier then I can.”

You didn’t want to bring you mother into this because then she would get furious at you about opening the door and talking to this man. You were tempted to let him in and talk to him and not caring about what her thoughts were. You knew what the punishment would be if you did that. But you were curious to learn more about this man.

“Mom isn’t home right now but you can come in if you want.”

John looked at you in shock. The way you trusted him to come into your house since you just met him made him worried. He saw how sketchy this town was and he saw some of the people, most importantly the men, on the streets and was nervous about how trusting you were.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah”

“Don’t you think that I might hurt you or something?” He asked.

“No”

“Why is that?”

“Because you have a different look in your eyes then the other guys in this town.” You stated.

She’s smart thought John.

“So do you want to come in or...” you asked.

John hesitated “Uh yeah”

You opened the door for him and John walked in. He observed the place. It was dirty and needed cleaning, badly. You seemed to notice his eyes lingering on a certain spot on the wall.

“Sorry” you said shyly

“For what?”

“Our house is dirty” you said while tears started to form in your eyes.

John noticed this and kneeled down once again and hugged you. “It’s alright” he said. You sniffled and pulled back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah”

You two moved over to the couch and sat down. Y’all stared to talk and before you knew it, it was dark outside.  

You yawned.

“You tired?” John asked

“Yeah” you said while yawning agian

“Why don’t we put you to bed? Huh?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” You asked

John sighed “I don’t think I can stay.”

“Why not?” You said sadly

“Because-“ but before he could say anything else the front door crashed opened and 3 men with yellow eyes, long nails and pointed teeth ran in.

You screamed while John hid you behind his back. The wolves surrounded the both of you.

“Well well what do we have here?” The biggest of the three said “The mighty John Winchester with a little girl. How cute.”

John pulled out his gun “How did you find us?”

“It wasn’t too hard. We just followed your scent and it led us to you.” Said another wolf.

“I’m going to enjoy ripping you apart for killing my family” said the biggest wolf.

“And the little girl will just be a bonus” snickered the smallest.

“Ok listen, you can have me just let her go” John said while you were clinging to his legs, shaking like a leaf.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen” said the second wolf.

Then all of a sudden you screamed as you were ripped from Johns legs by a wolf that came in through the back door.

“No!” Yelled John

You were now crying hysterically. You didn’t know what was happening or who these people were. “Dad!” You screamed holding your arms out to him while struggling to get away from the werewolf holding you.

“Dad?” Said the one holding you “You have another kid?” The werewolf asked as he bent down and smelled you which was startling and made you whimper. Then the wolf stood up to his full height and said “Yep the little rugrat is yours. I can smell your blood in her veins.”

“Please just let her go” John pleaded “I’ll give you anything!”

“Now this doesn’t sound like the big, bad John Winchester that I’ve heard about.” Said the smallest one.

“How about you let her go and then I’ll show you how big and bad I am” John said with a sneer.

“Hmmm that does sound tempting but I have a better idea.” Said the fourth werewolf.

He kneeled and looked at you in the eyes while putting one hand on each shoulder. “This isn’t going to hurt for long” he said while showing you his teeth. You whimpered, still trying to get away from the monster from your nightmares.

Then a gunshot went off behind you which made you scream once again.

John was tackled to the ground by the other two werewolves and his gun slid across the floor hitting the wall to your left.

You were trying to get to him when the wolf that was holding you grabbed you tight and dug is long, sharp nails into your shoulders. You screamed in pain.

John brought out a silver knife and killed the other two wolves. He then tackled the wolf holding you and was on top of him in seconds.

They were fighting and you ran to the nearest corner watching as best that you could with the tears that were in your eyes.

The wolf then punched your dad in the face and flipped them so now he had the upper hand while your dad was struggling underneath him.

You were scared but you wanted to help so you looked over at the gun and picked it up.

You didn’t know how to use a gun but you did know that when you pulled the trigger the bullet would come out. So you pointed it at the monster that was hurting your father and you pulled the trigger.

A load shot rang off the walls and startled you. John then pushed the dead wolf off of him and ran over to you.

“Are you ok?”

You were shaking and confused “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

John sighed and debated on telling you what that really was.

“DAD WERE THOSE THINGS?” You Said sobbing.

He pulled you into a hug and picked you up. He then sat on the couch with you in his lap.

No way I’m getting out of this one John thought. He sighed. The told you everything.

You were terrified and confused.

After a while you fell asleep in Johns lap. He put you to bed, cleaned up the mess and left.

You woke up the next morning looking for your father but he was nowhere to be found.

About a week later a package came in the mail you opened it and it was a journal from him telling you everything you needed to know about how to kill monsters. That was the last time you ever saw your father.

Seven years later

(YN)’s POV

Dammit! 

You just got off of your shift from the towns diner and you were running late to get home.

Mom is going to be so pissed.

Since your Mom didn’t work you had to find a job which was the dishwasher at the local diner. You were surprised that they would hire you considering that you were only 14 but life is full of surprises.

You ran down the street at full speed and took two right turns and one left and there was your house.

You were hoping that your mother wasn’t home but your luck seems to be running out lately because her car was in the driveway.

Crap

You took some deep breaths and walked through the front door.

Something was off. You could feel it. The TV wasn’t on like it normally is or the fresh smell of weed wasn’t was strong as it usually was. But mom could be upstairs with another guy like Ace or James but there was this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you different.

You pulled out your gun loaded with silver bullets and started to go though the house. Downstairs was clean. You slowly start to walk up the stairs to the second floor. She wasn’t in the bathroom or your bedroom. You took the risk of checking her room.  

You opened the door and you found her on the floor. Unmoving.

You walk over see a empty pill bottle in one hand and half a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.

She still hasn’t moved.

You bent down slowly and checked her pulse.

Nothing.

Your mother was dead.

Dean’s POV

“I don’t know man. There isn’t any activity out there.” Said Sam

“Well I guess that we got lucky then.” Dean said as he looked over at his brother.

Sam scoffed “Dean I’m fine. I don’t remember anything about being soulless or anything about hell. So you can stop worrying about me.”

“I’m sorry have you met me?” Dean said “ I just want you to be careful and not having any activity is good because people are safe and you have less of a chance of your wall breaking and leaving you a drooling mess on the floor.”

Sam rolled his eyes “Yeah, whatever”

Dean returned is concentration to the road. He was actually glad that he could have a day off and hopefully he could stop thinking about the world ending crap that was hanging over their heads.

Another hour passed then there was a vibration coming from the glove department.

“What’s that?” Asked Dean

“I think its one of dad’s old phones.” Said Sam while he was opening the glove department. He searched through the clutter until he found the phone.

He answered it.

“Hello?” Sam Said

“Hello is this John Winchester?” Said a woman on the other end with an annoying high pitched voice.

Sam look over at Dean.

What? Dean mouthed

They’re asking for Dad. Sam mouthed back.

What do they want? 

I don’t know 

“Sir are you still there?” Said the annoying woman on the phone.

“Yeah I’m still here.”

“Is this John Winchester?” She asked again.

“Umm... no this isn’t him.” Said Sam. Dean then took the phone out of his brothers hand and started to talk.

“Why do you need him?” Asked Dean

“Sorry sir I cannot tell you unless you are John Winchester or a relative” said the woman.

“I’m his son. Now who are you and why do you need my father?” Dean said angrily.

“Apologies. My name is Cindy with Bay Area Adoption Services in Mountain View, California.  I am calling regarding John Winchester’s daughter.”

Daughter?

“Umm last time I checked my father doesn’t have another kid.” Said Dean.

“Well he does. His name is on her birth certificate and there was a DNA test done when she was born and this was the only number listed to get in contact with him.”

Dean was confused. Dad had a daughter? He had a little sister? Why didn’t he tell me about her?

“Why do you need him? Did something happen?” Dean asked.

“Yes something happened but I cannot discuss that over the phone since I have no identification on who you are. If you want to talk about the situation then we are going to have to meet up.”

“Umm ok. Where do you want to meet up at?”

“Bay Area Adoption Services in Mountain View, California” Said Cindy

They were in Nevada which was about 11 hours until Mountain View.

“What time?”

...

“I can’t believe we are doing this.” Said Dean. He was starting to have second thoughts.

“Hey it’s our sister. It doesn’t hurt to be curious.” Said Sam

“Yeah but what if she is like Adam? Huh? What then?”

“What if she’s not?” Argued Sam

“Well-“ Dean was interrupted by Cindy walking through the door.

“Hello! You much be the Winchester brothers! It’s so nice to meet you!” Cindy Said.

God her voice is worse in person. Thought Dean.

“Yup that’s us.” Sam Said

“So I’ve gone over your identifications and you seem to fit the profiles.” Cindy Said too enthusiastically.

“Good” Said Dean

“So I’m thinking that you would like to know some things about your sister.”

“Yeah” Dean said

“Well (YN) is 14 and a straight A student in all honors classes. She is actually in a grade higher than she should be. She is a little shy but who can blame her for everything she’s been through.”

“Wait. Everything she’s been through?” Asked Dean

“Well she didn’t have a father figure in life and her mother was a alcoholic and a drug addict who was also abusive.  Since her mother was unemployed, (YN) had to work two jobs after school and on the weekends. So her life hasn’t been easy.”

“She was abused? Why didn’t you do anything about it?” Asked Sam

“Believe me we tried.” Said Cindy “But every time we went to inspect, her mother would hide things, so we had nothing to report. But we could tell after the incident that (YN) was a little relieved that she wasn’t around her anymore.”

“The incident?” Asked Dean

“(YN) came home from working at the local diner to find her mother dead on the floor.”

Sam and Dean shared a look.

“How exactly did her mother die?” Asked Sam

“Overdose on sleeping pills and alcohol.” Cindy stated. “Why?”

“Just curious” Said Dean

Poor kid 

“Okay... well would you like to meet (YN)?”

Cindy Asked.

“Why not” Dean Said with a slightly fake smile.

“Let me go get her.” Said Cindy happily.

(YN)’s POV

They pulled you out of breakfast to talk to someone who might be willing to adopt you. You’ve been here for three days now and all you wanted was to get the hell out of there. Lately you’ve been planning to get out and your pretty close to a almost foul proof plan.

Cindy took you into a room with 4 chairs and a table in the middle. It looked like an interrogation room. There were also two men. One was really tall with long, shaggy hair with puppy dog eyes. The other was slightly shorter with short, spiky hair and apple green eyes. Both were muscled and intimidating to you, considering that you were only 5’1.

“I’ll leave you three to talk to each other.” Cindy Said in her annoyingly high pitched voice.

She closed the door and there was an awkward silence that followed.

You walked over to the table and sat down in front of the two of them.  You stared at each other for a little while when the taller one that reminds you of a moose decided to break the ice.

“Hi. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” He Said as he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Umm hi. I’m (YN)” you said quietly, taking Sam’s hand.

You looked over at Dean to see if his hand was out to shake but it wasn’t so you just put your hand in your lap.

An awkward silence followed. “So...” you said trying release the tension in the room.

“So...” Said Dean

“Umm So where did you guys come from?” You Asked

“Northern Nevada” Sam said

“Huh. Isn’t that like 11 hours away or something?” You asked

“Yup” Dean said flatly. He looked bored. Like he didn’t want to be here but honestly neither did you.

A moment of silence followed. You kept looking around the room while wringing your hands, trying to think of a way to either break the silence or get out of there.

While you were looking around your necklace fell out of the collar of your shirt which had an anti possession symbol on it.

“What’s that?” Dean said pointing to your necklace.

You looked down and saw the necklace. “Oh umm it’s a charm that prevents possession.” You Said. Wow real smooth (YN). Now they might think that you worship Satan or something.

“Possession? Like demonic or...?” Dean questioned.

“Well yeah.” You Said.

“Huh. You believe that stuff?” Dean asked skeptically.

You looked at him in the eye. “Call me superstitious.”

Sam and Dean looked at you curiously.

These two know a lot more than they were letting on. The way that they looked at you and the way that Dean asked questions, they probably knew a thing or two about the supernatural world. You were going to ask them if they believed in the supernatural but the door suddenly opened and in walked Cindy “Well now that you’ve learned a little bit about each other I hope that the brothers have come to a conclusion.” She said hopefully while looking between you and the brothers.

“Umm...well... could we talk to you in private please:” Sam Said

“Of course! (YN) could you please come with me?”

“Yeah, sure” you said. You wanted to get out of there more than anything. You gave one last look over to the mysterious brothers who are supposedly from Nevada and you walked out.

Cindy took you to your temporary room and closed the door behind you.

Something was off about those two. I can feel it. I don’t want to stick around and find out. You decided to put your plan into action. You grabbed your backpack with your clothes, money and hunting supplies then opened your window. You were on the third floor so jumping wasn’t an option. You looked on both sides of the building noticing a fire escape a couple of feet away. The only way to get to that was to walk on the tiny ledge on the side of the building that couldn’t have been more than a foot wide. So your options were you could either go with those mysterious men who were demons or god knows what or walk down this ledge and more than likely fall and break a couple of bones. 

No competition.

You carefully put your foot on the ledge and grabbed onto the side of the building as best as you could. You started to shuffle over to carefully.  There was a large gust of wind that nearly made you topple over the edge but you quickly grabbed onto the edge of the fire escape. Breathing in a sigh of relief, you put one leg over the rail of the escape, then the other. You started to climb down the ladder until you reached the ground.

You ran down the alley and never looked back at the adoption center.

Deans POV

Cindy came back 3 minutes later.

“So have you boys come to a decision?” Cindy asked.

“Well...(YN) seems like a good kid but-” Sam tried to say but Dean interrupted him “Is there a way that we can wait on the adoption? So that we can have some time to think about this?” Sam gave is brother a look saying what are you doing?

“Of course. I can give you 24 hours to think this over. I understand your hesitation considering that adoption is a huge step in both yours and (YN)’s life.”

“Great. See you in 24 hours.” Dean said while walking out of the room.

Once the brothers were outside and in Baby, Sam had a million questions for his brother.

“What the hell Dean?”

“What?”

“You’re not seriously considering this, are you?” 

“Why not?” Dean asked

“Dean you know that this life isn’t for a kid, especially one who has barley lived their life.” Sam argued.

“Don’t you think that I know that? I’m not stupid Sam, I know how dangerous this life is, but you saw her necklace and she knew exactly what it represented. Maybe she already hunts.”

“Are you nuts Dean? She’s only 14. How could she hunt? With a fake badge? We both know that no one would buy that and not to mention that she didn’t have that look to her.”

“What look?”

“The look that every hunter has, the look of not having hope and the look of lose and pain.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. I think that she already knows about whats really in the dark and she more than likely knows how to kill almost every evil son of bitch that’s out there.” Dean said.

“We need proof Dean.” Sam said with a hint of annoyance.

“I know that. I’m still not even 100% about this yet but how about this, if we can’t find any proof in the next 24 hours then we drop it and let (YN) have a normal life and get adopted by a soccer mom or something, but if we do find any proof then we can take her and help her.  After all she is Dad’s kid, so if any monsters find out about that then we have to protect her. Deal?” Dean offered.

Sam sighed and looked out the window for a good minute before answering. “Deal”

(YN)’s  POV

You walked to the bus station and opened the door.  There weren’t that many people in there. There was a married couple arguing with the ticket agent about a refund, there was a frazzled mother and her crying child at the vending machines and there was a homeless man who was very dirty and sitting at one of the many benches.

You walked over to one of the counters to a ticket agent who looked bored and annoyed.  “Can I help you?” He said flatly. 

“Umm yeah I was hoping to buy a bus ticket.” You said

“Doesn’t everyone.” Said the man “And aren’t you a little young to be buying a bus ticket by yourself?”

You pulled out your wallet and handed the man a 20. “I don’t have to be.” You said.

The agent perked up and immediately took the money with a little too much force.  “Where to?”

“Whats your furthest route?” You asked.

“Hmm lemme see.” The man said while looking at his computer.  After about half a minute of listening to the man type he answered “Aspen, Colorado.”

“Perfect. How much?” 

“About $400.” 

Your mouth dropped open but you gotta do what you gotta do “Okay” You said while handing him the money. He counted the money out loud and when he was satisfied he pushed a button on the keyboard and a ticket printed out. He handed you the ticket. “The bus leaves here in about 5 hours.”

“Okay, thank you.” You stared to walk out but something crossed your mind. You need to cover your tracks because CPS will be looking for you and they would more than likely come here. So you turned around and walked back to the counter and pulled out a 50 and handed it to the man. “If anybody comes in here asking for me, tell them that I went to Southern California.”

The man gave you a look but took the money. “You betcha.”

You walked out of the building and you put the ticket into your left jacket pocket. You had time to kill and on your way here you saw a small diner. So you started to make your way to the diner.

...

You took a seat  at the back of the diner and sat in a chair facing away from the door. You ordered a bacon cheeseburger with extra fries and extra bacon with a cherry coke. While you were waiting for your food you heard a rumble of a car. You turned around and saw a beautiful black ‘67 Chevy Impala pulling into a parking spot.

Damn what I would kill to have that car

While you were admiring the car you didn’t see who was driving it.  When both of the front doors swung open the two men from the adoption center walked out and shut the doors.

Crap. What are they doing here?

You turned around and put on your hood on to cover your face.

I can’t leave now, they would notice me.

You tried to think of any escape routes other than the front door. The back door from the kitchen might work if you didn’t get caught which is a pretty big if. There might be a window in the bathroom but if there wasn’t then you would have to walk out and risk them seeing your face. You were trapped.

The bell above the door rung and Sam and Dean walked in and sat down at one of the tables in the middle. You moved your hair to try to cover your face more.

“What are you two fellas gonna get?” The waitress, Kacey, asked.

“I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and extra fries while my brother here will have a salad with extra tomatoes.”

“Ok. I’ll get that right out.” Kacey said in a cheery voice.

After a couple of minutes of listening to Sam and Dean argue about who was better, Jet Li or Chuck Norris, Kacey brought out your order.

“Would you like to have any condiments with that?΅

“Umm, some ketchup please.” You said quietly trying not to be heard by the brothers.

“Okay! Be out in a shake!” Kacey said while walking back to the kitchen.

Deans phone rang and he answered it. After another minute of waiting, Kacey walked out with the ketchup. She placed the bottle on the table and walked away. You put some by your fries and on your burger. When you were done you screwed the lid back on it and placed it on the edge of the table. Dean hung up the call and started to talk quietly with Sam. You reached for your drink and your arm bumped into the bottle which made it topple over the edge of the table. It broke with a crash.

Of course it had to be a glass bottle.

Everyone in the tiny diner looked at where the noise came from and looked straight at you. You looked up and saw the brothers staring at you. 

Uh oh

They shared a look, stood up and walked over to your table.

Crap what do I do?

They stood at the end of your table and stared down at you.

“Well hello (YN). Fancy meeting you here.” Dean said.

You tried to play it off cool. “I know. Isn’t it a small world?” You said with a nervous chuckle.

Dean crossed his arms while Sam arched is eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked while taking a seat across from you. Dean followed suit.

“Umm...eating?”

“Cute. He means why are you here instead of the adoption center?” Dean said

“Well... I went on a walk and got hungry and then I came here.” You said while scratching the back of your neck.

“Huh” Sam said, not buying a word you were saying,“Some walk. Considering that the adoption center just called us saying that you were missing.” Sam said.

You didn’t know what do say so you just looked down at your hands in your lap.

“Are you running away?” Dean asked

You looked back up at them. “If you want to call it that.”

“Why?” Dean asked while looking in your eyes.

“Because I don’t want to stick around here and I don’t want to get adopted.”

“Why not?” Sam asked while looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“Because I have very bad luck that follows me wherever I go. Believe me I’m saving you the trouble.” You said while popping a fry in your mouth.

“Bad luck like...” Sam pried

“Bad luck like getting people hurt or worse.” You said a little agitated.

“Is this about your mom?” Dean asked

You tensed when he said the word mom.

“No”

The brothers noticed you tense. “Are you sure?” Sam asked.

You let out an angry sigh “This has nothing to do with my mom. I hated her and I know what you are gonna say ‘Oh your just overreacting’ or some crap like that but I did and I still do.  She was a selfish bitch who only cared about drinking, drugs and sex. So could you please drop it.” You now had tears spilling down your face and you avoided eye contact with Sam and Dean.

Silence followed for about a minute then you wiped your face and got your self situated. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to blow up like that.”

“Hey its okay. Its understandable.” Sam said

You sniffled.

More awkward silence followed. You wanted to break the silence so you asked them a question. “So I’m just wondering, why did you guys come from Nevada for me?”

“Well we got a phone call from the agency telling us about you.” Dean said

“Why? Were you guys looking for someone to adopt or what?” You asked

Sam and Dean looked at each other then Dean spoke. “No but they were looking for our dad.”

“Why would they be looking for your dad?”

The brothers were quiet for a little bit, trying to find the right words.

“Who are you people?” You asked

“We told you.” Dean said

“Yeah you told me your first names and that’s it.”

Dean sighed “My name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam.”

“Winchester? Like John Winchester?” You asked

“You know him?” Dean asked

“Well yeah. He’s my dad.” You said it like it was obvious.

“Well... he’s our dad too.” Sam said

“What?!” You said. Dad had other kids? I had brothers?

“Hold on. Have you even met dad before?” Dean asked

“Once. About seven years ago.”

“What happened?”

You went quiet. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try us” Sam said

You sighed. “I was seven and it was a normal day. Mom was out and I was home alone when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and there stood Dad. We talked and hung out all day and when it was night I was ready to go to bed when...” you stopped yourself. If you told them what really happened then they would think that you are crazy.

“When what?” Dean asked

“When the door was kicked in and some... werewolves broke in.” You looked up at your brothers and they were staring at you.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”

“We never said we didn’t” Sam said calmly “What happened after that?”

You took a deep breath “Then they surrounded us while Dad got a gun out. The wolves were talking about how he didn’t seem to live up to his reputation. One snuck in and grabbed me from Dad.  It nearly bit me when dad killed the others and tackled the one who was holding me.  I saw his gun on the floor. picked it up and killed it. Then Dad told me about everything.”

Sam and Dean were quiet. 

“Then what happened?” Sam asked

“I woke up the next morning and he was gone. A week later he sent this in the mail.” You dug around in your bag when you finally found the old, leather bound journal that he sent to you all those years ago.

“This has taught me everything I know about hunting.” You said as you handed your brothers the journal.

Dean took it and flipped through the pages. “It’s in his handwriting.” He said to Sam.

Sam then took it from his brother and did the same as Dean. He handed it back to you.

Sam spoke “We have one like it.” He signaled Dean to get it out. Dean gave you a wary look but got it out and handed it to you. 

It looked just like yours but thicker and more worn.

“May I?” You asked

Dean and Sam nodded.

You flipped it open. You were hit with the smell of whiskey and ink. You flipped through the pages when a picture fell out. You picked it up and observed it. It was of a woman with a bright smile and blond hair hugging a little boy whose face was full of freckles and had bright green eyes.

You looked up at Dean and asked him “Is this you and your mom?”

“Yeah” He said with a hint of sadness

“She’s pretty.” You said as you handed him the photo and the journal.

“Thanks” He said.

“So, you hunt?” Sam said

“Yeah I do. Mostly ghosts and demons but there’s been a pack of werewolves or vamps here and there. I killed a ghoul and a witch once. That wasn’t very fun.” You told them.

They looked at you like you just grew two heads.

“By yourself?” Dean asked in shock.

“Yeah”

“But your only 14.” Sam said with the same amount of shock as his brother.

“And? Age is just a number. I know how to work a gun and I know how to kick some ass.” You said in a proud voice.

“When did you actually start to hunt?” Dean asked in a big brother voice.

“When I was 10. When I was younger I found cases and sent them to local hunters and now I hunt with cases that are near me.” You told them.

Dean shook his head while Sam’s mouth hung open.

“And another thing. How do I know if you are legit? You could be a ghoul or a shifter for all I know.”

Sam and Dean gave you a look but held out their arms for you to test. You looked around to make sure that no one was watching when you pulled out a small pocket knife made of silver and cut them both with it. When their skin didn’t sizzle you got out a flask that had a cross on the outside of it and poured it onto their skin. 

“Okay. Your turn.” Dean said.

You held out your arm and he did the same to you. When you were all satisfied you spoke. “Sorry I meant to do that earlier but I didn’t want you to think that I was trying to kill you or something.”

“We understand. It doesn’t hurt to be too careful.” Sam said with a smile.

Some time passed with silence.

“So what now?” You asked your brothers.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked

“Well I have two options. Option one is to take this bus ticket-” you pulled out the bus ticket you bought earlier “- or I could go with you guys.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other and had a silent conversation. 

“Look, I know that is a lot to ask of you guys. I mean your the infamous Winchester brothers who saved the world. You always have a world ending crisis on your plates and I get if this is too much. I can go on my way and if you like, we don’t have to talk to each other again. It’s your choice.”

They both looked at you like you were crazy.

“Would you quit hunting if you went on your own?” Dean asked

“No” You said

“Why not?” Sam asked

“Because you can’t just leave the hunting life. You can run and hide all you want but it will catch up to you. So I might as well embrace my future rather than fight it and get hurt.”

You had a point. Both Sam and Dean have tried to live normal lives but it didn’t work out and they didn’t want you to go through that pain that they went through. Although they didn’t want you to go through the pain of the hunting life, you had them to protect you. That much they knew.

After a while of thinking Dean stood up and Sam followed suit. They started to walk to the front of the diner. Dean turned around and said “You coming or not kid?”

A smile grew on your face. You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder while you threw some cash on the table and you walked towards your brothers.

Sam opened the back door of the impala for you and you slid in. Both brothers got in the front seat and Dean turned the key in the ignition which made the engine roar a beautiful sound. 

You pulled onto the highway that lead you down your new life and destiny.

The End

(Sorry if this sucked. It was my first story)

[dontcare77ghj]

Skin

Natasha x reader x Bucky

When a person was born, the name of their soulmate was printed onto their skin. It made new parents relieved to know that their child had a perfect match in the world.

Your parents were not soulmates. Neither had ever met theirs and fell in love with each other. Their union had produced you, and when you were born, you had two names printed onto your skin.

Natalia Romanova and James Barnes.

Triads were not an uncommon occurrence in the world, but not everyone was as accepting of fates design. 

Your father didn't believe in triads, he thought by having two names you would choose one and abandon the other. As you grew older, it became clear to you your father did not believe in soulmates.

You didn't like the notion of abandoning one of your soulmates. The idea made you a little sick, to be honest. You thought yourself to be very lucky, you had not one but two soulmates. It wasn't something everyone could say.

As a child, your only dream was to find the two tattooed on your skin. You had no idea how soon you would be meeting them.

Non-reader POV

The Red Room did not often associate with HYDRA. There was no grudge, just a case of not having the same goals. Today was one of the handfuls of times they had to meet.

"It's come to our attention that you have something we want." The HYDRA director said, lounging in his chair.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Madame B. mused, staring the man down.

"Natalia Romanova." He clarified. "And we have James Barnes."

"You seem to believe that means something to us." Madame B. smirked. "We don't encourage soulmates, and we certainly aren't going to let you take one of our girls."

"We don't want to take one of your girls." The director informed her. "We've been having some issues with our boy. He's not freezing as he used to, and when the asset is awake, it seems to believe it has control."

"What does my girl have anything to do with your solider?"

"Your girl could help us control him. Allow them to meet, form the bond, and it will serve as a reminder for them to follow commands. In return, we will provide her with extra training." The director bargained.

"She is already getting the best education she could." Madame B. scoffed. "What better could you possibly provide?"

"From James Barnes himself. The Winter Soldier." The man smirked as he spoke the ghost tale's name.

"This all sounds well and good, but my girl has a third soulmate." 

"As does the asset," The director assured her. "We've already planned for her extraction. She'll ensure the asset and your girl understand there are consequences. What do you think, Madame? Shall we continue negotiations?"

"Yes. Yes, I do believe we shall." Madame B. smiled.

Reader POV

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Your mother greeted you that morning with a smile. "Big, big day. You're eighteen, maybe you'll meet your soulmates." 

"Soulmate." Your father cut in from over his newspaper. "You only need one soulmate."

"Perhaps I'll never meet either of them. Like the two of you." You said, sitting at the table.

"Ignore your father. He's especially cynical before his coffee." Your mother rolled her eyes.

"And you're especially bubbly with it." He muttered.

"Do you have any plans for today, sweetheart?" Your mother asked in a loud tone as she flitted about the small kitchen. 

"Not really." You admitted, feeling uncomfortable. "I was just going to work on my painting." 

"You should go outside more." Your father told you gruffly. "You're so pale, you need more sunlight."

"Leave her alone, Jack." Your mother sighed.

"Whatever, Marie." He said, standing from the table. "I'm going for a smoke."

"Your father is a difficult man when he wants to be." Your mother commented.

"Why do you stay with him?" You asked her. "He's not your soulmate, and half the time he acts like that."

"It doesn't matter, I love him, and he loves me. Love is complicated, my darling." She explained.

"What would you do if you did meet your soulmate?" You quizzed her.

"Talk to them." Your mother smiled. "I would get to know them, sit with them, and I would explain why I married another."

"Would you leave dad for them?"

"I don't know." She answered. "I truly don't know."

You had left the kitchen shortly after your conversation with your mother. Returning to your room, you had fitted in your headphones and drowned out the world.

You weren't sure how long it had been since you zoned out. The sun had shifted across the room many times by the time you turned off your music.

With your music silenced, you heard screams, crashes, and gunshots coming from downstairs. A part of you wished to run downstairs and fight whatever was attacking your home, but the intelligent part of you won out.

With haste, you rushed towards your desk and shoved the item in front of your door. Barricading yourself in, you rushed for your phone. As several booming thuds hit the door, you dialed 911 with shaking hands.

A shriek left your lips as the door splintered. 

"Hello? My home is being broken into. I live at 890 Real Street. Please hurry, I think my parents are dead." You said quickly, letting out another scream as your door was thrown open.

You had no weapon, making it very easy for the men to knock the phone out of your hands and push you into the wall.

"Get off me!" You cried, struggling against a burly man. "Please, let me go! Let me go!"

None of the men seemed moved by your pleas as one passed over a rag to the one holding you. You tried to hold your breath as the cloth was placed to your mouth and nose but failed.

The world went dark quickly, and you collapsed into the man's arms.

With a loud gasp, your body shot upwards as you finally awoke. Your eyes widened as you took in your unfamiliar surroundings, and continued to grow as you noticed people sitting in front of you. In front of you, sat a man, maybe ten years older than yourself, and a girl about your age.

Once they saw you were awake, the girl made to move towards you. Before she could get close to you, you pushed yourself into the corner behind you.

"Vse normal'no. My ne sobirayemsya delat' tebe bol'no." The woman said, raising her hands.

"Vy v bezopasnosti s nami." The man added.

"I, I don't speak Russian." You stuttered, praying they could understand. "Please, I don't know what's going on. Do either of you speak English?"

"You don't have to be scared with us." The woman said in perfect English. "We're not going to hurt you."

"Where am I? Why was I taken?" You asked her.

"Unfortunately, we're the reason you're here." The man sighed, lifting his shirt to reveal your name and Natalia's.

"James." You breathed. "I take it, that means you're Natalia." You said, turning to the woman.

"I'm sorry." Natalia apologized. "Neither of us thought they would take you."

"Where exactly am I?" 

"You're in Russia. In a HYDRA facility." James informed you. "I'm sorry, but this is to be your new home."

Seven years. You had been trapped in this HYDRA facility for seven years.

You had attempted escape three times, and each failed. The results of said attempts were nightmares you did not wish on your worst enemy. 

James lived in the compound but was often out on missions or frozen for months at a time. Collectively you had spent two months with him per year.

Natalia, on the other hand, was stationed in a place she called the Red Room. She told you, you were her reward. If she did well during the week, she was allowed to see you for a handful of hours during the weekend.

For the first few months, you had been terrified. You barely spoke to anyone, let alone your soulmates, and you were too scared to sleep. You overheard some of the soldiers talking, telling each other the director was mad at the lack of bonding between the three of you.

After your fourth month in the compound, you had been dragged out of your room and into another room. A place you would call hell.

It felt like a decade had passed when the torture stopped. You were barely conscious when James lifted you into his arms and took you back to your room.

Imprinting is what Natalia called it. They thought by hurting you and having Natalia and James fix you up, you would turn to them and eventually garner feelings for them.

The three of you had a real conversation that night. They explained their lives or revealed what little they were allowed to. You spoke of your previous existence, a lump in your throat the whole time. The two were allowed to stay much longer than they had in past months, and you felt you finally knew who your soulmates were.

Seven years later, you were still trapped. Still locked away, under a much stricter lock and key than at your arrival, in this hell hole. 

"Look who's awake," Natalia said, entering your cell, pulling James behind her.

"You're back." You sighed happily, jumping from the bed and throwing your arms around him as the door closed.

"I'm back, kotenok." He confirmed, tightening his arms around you.

"If you're back, that means you're going on a mission." You said as the two of you pulled apart.

"Both of us are," Natalia said, sitting on the small bed. "We're going on a mission the day after tomorrow."

"They've never let the two of you on missions together." You commented. 

"We were surprised too." James nodded. "But orders are orders, and we do what we're told."

"You don't need to tell me that, James." You said. "I'm well aware of how orders work around here."

"Sorry, kotenok," James said, looking away from you. 

"No, I'm sorry, that was rude." You apologized, squeezing his hand. "You don't deserve that."

"Are you okay, kisa?" Natalia asked you. "You seem on edge."

"I got new guards today." You admitted, not looking at either of them. "They just put me on edge."

"Did they do something to you?" James questioned you, lifting your chin.

"No, they didn't do anything." You mumbled.

"We've spent too long together for that to fool either of us." Natalia snorted. "What did they do?"

"They actually do anything." You insisted. "One made a couple comments about taking me off your hands, and the other is very dedicated to HYDRA. A little bit too much."

"I'll kill him," James growled. 

"No, you can't." You told him. "If either of you does anything, you're going to get punished. They're going to hurt you, I'll be fine. I don't see people often, I won't have to see them."

"I should gut him. Give me the name of the one who said it." Natalia demanded.

"Nat, I don't know his name. It's fine. All the guards know not to touch me. They just like their little jokes." You rolled your eyes, sitting on the bed with her.

"It's because they all sit watching us through the camera," James grumbled, standing in front of the two of you. Blocking the camera from seeing the two of you.

"Will I get to see you when you come back?" You asked, looking between the two.

"Hopefully." Natalia smiled. "But even we're not sure when we'll be back."

"What she means is we're not sure if I'll be put back in the freezer." He said.

"You're never going to let the freezer thing go, are you?" You asked, managing a weak smile.

"Probably not." Natalia smiled. "If it makes you feel better, I've been 

given permission to stay at the base overnight."

"Really?" You asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I have to train with J in the morning, so it was decided it was easier for me to stay the night."

"And we were informed that they want our bond to strengthen further, so we're allowed to stay in here tonight," James said, stepping forward and taking one of yours and Natalia's hands.

"So, they want us to try again?" You stuttered, swallowing against the lump in your throat.

There were many reasons you had been brought into the HYDRA compound. To control James, join them with the Red Room, and produce the future of HYDRA.

They wanted you to breed with James.

It wasn't until you were twenty that this became an idea. The three of you had strengthed the bond, and it suddenly gave the handler ideas. 

Seven years they'd forced the idea of breeding, and for seven years, it had failed. So far, there was no possibility of children. Something you were incredibly grateful for.

"Yes, that was the implication," James said, not looking at you.

"I love that my one act of defiance is not giving these assholes any children." You chuckled without humor.

"You shouldn't have been brought here," Natalia said, taking your hand. "You should've been allowed to live a life, get married to someone else, be with your family, anything just not this."

"I'll be the first to admit, I don't want to be here." You started, looking at her. "I've never wanted to be here, but I wouldn't go back. I couldn't go back. I wasn't happy before, I'm still not a hundred percent satisfied, but the two of you are my saving light." You told them.

"You're too sweet, kotenok," James said with a small smile.

"Too sweet for your own good," Natalia added, squeezing your hand three times in quick succession.

Natalia and James were very shut off people because of what they'd had to do in life. The words 'I love you' did not come naturally to them, resulting in the three of you coming up with the hand squeezing to substitute it.

Squeezing both their hands, you pulled James onto the bed with you and Natalia.

Few words were exchanged that night as the three of you laid in your small bed. The times you were allowed to all spend together were few and far between. Instead of worrying when you would all see each other again, you were simply enjoying the time. Enjoying the comfort, you all brought each other.

"I have news from the lab." A dark-haired guard said as he entered your cell. "Unfortunately, you're not pregnant."

"Right then." You nodded, staring at the wall. Natalia and James had been gone for two weeks, and you were slowly losing it.

"You don't seem to understand how important it is for you to be pregnant." The guard growled, moving towards you. 

"I probably don't." You rolled your eyes.

"You are weakening HYDRA." The man snarled. "You are turning our soldier soft! You are not producing our next super-soldiers! Weakening us from the inside out. Are you committed to HYDRA?" 

"Not particularly." You said, narrowing your eyes at him. "You kidnapped me, and murdered my family. I'm not exactly your number one advocate."

"HYDRA will one day establish a new world order. And we will do that with the asset and the Black Widow. We do not need you." He said as he advanced towards you.

You attempted to dodge the man but were grabbed by the back of the neck. A cry left your mouth as the man's gun was brought down upon your temple until you blacked out.

The next few hours were a haze. You could briefly remember the man taking a scalpel to your soul marks, slicing the skin off your forearm only for their names to reappear. They would appear with burning pain on different parts of your body every time he would attempt to erase their names.

You could remember the man throwing the scalpel down in a fit of rage. Screaming at you and nothing in German.

The last thing you could clearly make out was the man taking you into his arms and sneaking you towards the cryotubes.

"They'll kill you." You weakly snapped as he locked you in the tube. "They'll make it hurt."

"They're not going to do anything to me. You died of natural causes." He smirked, before setting the machine. 

You raised a hand to the small window, and the world froze, leaving you in the dark for years to come.

Non-reader POV

Natalia and James never returned to the bunker. They overheard a conversation between two of the men with them, detailing the death of their Y/N.

Anyone who came across them in the next three days could only describe them in two ways. Robotic and bloodthirsty.

It was a miracle when they didn't kill Clint Barton on sight. The things he said on that mission, things about choice, making their own way, leaving their own marks, had resonated with things Y/N had said.

With one look, Natalia and James knew they were both thinking the same thing.

It had been three years since their defections from HYDRA and the Red Room. Three years since the death of Y/N, and the shattering of James' brainwashing. 

The two had joined the SHIELD first and then later the Avengers. Steve and Clint were the only two on the team to know of the two's shared soulmate. Though they suspected Fury and Wanda knew.

There was one day a year Natasha and Bucky asked for the team to leave them alone. Y/N's birthday. They asked for no contact with anyone so they could grieve privately for the loss of Y/N. 

This year, they couldn't seem to respect their wishes.

"I know it's your day off, but you're needed," Clint said, standing by the doorway.

"Unless the world is being invaded by aliens again, I think you can handle it," Bucky said, running his fingers down Natasha's back.

"Okay, let me rephrase this. There's someone you need to see." 

"Who?" Natasha asked, trying not to purr at the feeling of Bucky's fingers on her skin.

"He works for HYDRA. Fury brought him in, and he keeps mentioning the two of you." Clint explained.

"Everyone in HYDRA knows us, Clint." Natasha pointed out. "It's not a new thing."

"He also brought up Y/N," Clint said, causing the two soulmates to freeze. "Steve's got the team handled for now, but this guy seems to know a lot about her."

"Take me to him," Natasha demanded, rising to her feet. Her face was hard, and her gaze rivaled Medusa's at that moment.

Clint did not say anything as he led both the soulmates to the tower's holding area. Bucky and Natasha were clutching each other's hands as they stared into the one-way glass.

"Do you know him?" Steve asked, approaching the trio.

"Unfortunately." Natasha deadpanned before entering the room, Bucky right behind her. "I should have killed you three years ago."

"We all know you were in too deep for that." The man said, smirking at the two. 

"Lucky for me, I'm not in deep anymore," Natasha smirked, circling behind the man, and slamming his head into the steel table.

Bucky smiled as the man cried out. His face covered in blood, dripping from his clearly broken nose.

"You are the reason our soulmate is dead. I know it." Natasha snarled, tightening her grip on his hair.

"I didn't kill her!" The man exclaimed.

"Don't play dumb, Gideon," Bucky growled, stepping closer. Gideon's eyes widened as he noticed Bucky's mechanical arm shifting. "You were her guard. You were the one who reported it. There is no-one else who could have done it!" He said, slamming his fist into the table.

"I'm not lying, she's not dead!" Gideon stated, flinching at the loud noise.

"Bullshit!" Natasha yelled, slamming his head into the table again.

"She's not! I swear! She's alive! In cryostasis!" Gideon cried out, spitting out blood in his mouth.

Both Natasha and Bucky froze at the statement.

"Explain," Bucky growled.

"She was ruining HYDRA. She wasn't pregnant, and she was weakening you. She had to go. I tried to cut her marks out, attempted to bleed her out, but she kept healing. Her marks kept reappearing." Gideon stammered.

"She was injected with serums like mine. You should've known that." Bucky snarled, seeing red at what he was hearing.

"I didn't, I swear! And when she wasn't dying, I got scared! If anyone found out, I would be killed. I panicked, and I threw her into a cryo chamber! No-one ever found her!" 

"You son of a bitch," Natasha gnarled, letting go of him and stepping towards Bucky. "She's still there?" Natasha confirmed.

"Yes! Yes, she's still there." Gideon nodded.

"You better pray she's still there and alive," Bucky said. "Otherwise, you'll pray for death." He chuckled darkly.

"Oh no, you're going to pray for death." Natasha corrected. "You're going to pray for a swift death as you're choking on your blood. You're going to pray as we burn you alive." She smirked as the man paled.

Bucky took her hand and led the woman out of the room. Stepping into the corridor, they saw the team waiting for them.

"Someone deal with the piece of shit in there," Natasha said, moving past everyone.

"Do you want to explain what that was in there?" Tony asked, following after the two.

"That, was well deserved," Natasha said, not looking at the man.

"Dammit, Nat." Tony cursed, managing to stop the two. "Who is Y/N?"

"Our soulmate," Bucky told him. "Someone who we thought was dead because of that scum in there."

"Are you going after her?" Tony asked, despite knowing how dumb the question was.

"Yes." Both responded in unison.

"You're going to need help," Steve stated, coming up behind Tony with the rest of the team. "You can't go running into a HYDRA base without backup."

"We're not going to force anyone to come," Natasha said. "If anyone wants to come suit up and meet us at the jet in ten." She told them before she and Bucky walked to the elevator.

"Nat, I don't know what I'll do if she's not okay. I can't go through that again." Bucky murmured as they suited up.

"She'll be okay," Natasha assured him, taking his hand and squeezing it thrice. "She has to be."

She had to be. If she wasn't, the world would burn in the wake of their despair.

"Is there a plan here? Or are we just going in, guns blazing?" Tony questioned as the jet neared the drop zone.

"Kill anyone who gets in the way, get Y/N, and get out," Bucky stated, strapping multiple guns to his form. 

"I'm coming with you," Bruce said to the soulmates. "I highly doubt he treated your soulmate or set the chamber correctly. You'll need help." He told them, grabbing a medical kit.

"Agreed." Bucky nodded.

"I'll come with you to cover Bruce," Clint said, putting two sheaths of arrows on his back.

"Thank you, Clint." Natasha gave him a small smile.

"Alright, we've got ten minutes. Make sure you've got everything you need, there's no information as to whether or not this place is still running." Steve said. Everyone nodded before scattering in the jet, preparing for the fight.

"Nat, can I ask you something?" Clint murmured, standing next to Natasha as she checked over her widow bites.

Natasha gave him a quick nod.

"What did Bucky mean when he said Y/N was injected with the serum?"

"She was injected with the serum." Natasha shrugged. "It was a punishment for the three of us not attempting to bond during her first months there. She was tortured, and they wanted to see how we'd each react to her being injected."

"All because you didn't bond the way they wanted?" Clint asked, raising a brow.

"She wouldn't even talk to us during those first few months. I don't blame her. HYDRA had killed her parents and snatched her out of her life. But we had seven years together, I would burn the world if she asked and it would make her smile. I would do anything she asked if it meant I got to see her smile again." Natasha told him.

"You'll get her back," Clint assured her. "The two of you will get her back."

"Thank you, Clint." Natasha smiled.

"We're here," Steve announced. 

It was time. It was time for Natasha and Bucky to get their girl back.

The base had not been empty. It had been as full as Natasha and Bucky remembered it to be three years ago. Steve had led the rest of the team in a fight against the agents as Natasha, Bucky, Bruce, and Clint snuck in.

"This way," Bucky said, moving down a corridor. The HYDRA headquarters was a labyrinth of hallways. Twists and turns, and dead ends littered the base, but Bucky and Natasha knew them all.

The path to the basement was a familiar one, to Natasha especially. She would always be asked to collect Bucky after he had been frozen.

"He said she'd be in one of the last ones," Natasha said as they entered a room filled with cryotubes.

Clint and Bruce nodded at her words before they split into their own corners.

"I found her!" Bruce called. Natasha and Bucky were by his side before he could blink.

"What do the stats say?" Bucky asked Bruce as Natasha raced towards the tube. "Can we get her out?"

"Yes, but these scans are all over the place. Some wounds were pouring blood when Y/N was put in here. Even if she was given a version of the serum, she's still human. We're going to need to be ready to close the wounds the best we can." Bruce said to him.

"We'll be able to heal her?" Natasha asked the scientist.

"As best we can." Bruce nodded. "We'll have to take her to medical, so they can fix what we've done, but it should keep her stable."

"Make it work, Bruce," Natasha said, stepping away from the tube. Bruce began setting up a makeshift medical station and informed everyone as to what they would have to do when they released Y/N from her cell.

"Okay, on the count of three. One, two, three." Bruce said, before opening the tube. Bucky grabbed the woman gently before she could hit the ground and laid her on the floor. Natasha and Clint used rags on her wounds, which began bleeding as she thawed out.

Bruce quickly began stitching up the wounds, flinching at the patches where the skin had been flayed off.

Bruce had closed two of the wounds when suddenly, Y/N's eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright.

"Y/N!"

Y/N had passed out almost as soon as she awoke. Bruce had quickly closed her open wounds, and Natasha and Bucky were able to get her onto the jet.

Y/N had been unconscious for three days now. Bucky and Natasha had not left her side once, despite the multiple attempts for Steve.

"YA obespokoyen." Natasha murmured to Bucky. "Ona do sikh por ne prosnulas'." Bucky knew she must be incredibly tired to slip back into Russian.

"She'll wake up, I know she will." He told her, taking her free hand.

"No chto, yesli ona etogo ne sdelayet?" Natasha asked him. "YA ne mogu snova yeye poteryat'."

"Natasha, she will pull through," Bucky said, looking her in the eyes. "YA tebya lyublyu." He said, squeezing her hand thrice.

"YA tozhe tebya lyublyu." She smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

"I still don't understand Russian." A croaky voice said, garnering a gasp from Natasha. As she and Bucky turned around, smiles crossed both their faces as they saw hazy E/C staring at them. "I should probably start learning."

"You probably should." Natasha smiled as her eyes began to water. 

Both Natasha and Bucky allowed their tears to flow as Y/N weakly squeezed their hands three times.

Reader POV

"You're beautiful, kotenok." Bucky hummed, trailing his lips down your exposed skin. A year of physical healing had done you well. Your body had healed from the years of torment at the hands of HYDRA though, there were still scars that lingered.

Particularly the scars from where the skin was removed from your body. Those scars never seemed to fade in color, remaining a bright shade of pink a year later.

But it didn’t matter to you. After all this time, you were free. You were free and you had both your soulmates at your side. Your father would be rolling in his grave.

“And you’re a charmer.” You smiled, moving your neck to give him more access.

“He’s always been like that.” Natasha smirked, running her hands down your form. “But it really comes out in the morning.”

“So does his accent.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss the woman. “So does yours. They’re sexy.”

“Good to know, doll.” Bucky drawled, pulling you closer. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“As will I.” Natasha said, curling up under your chin. 

The three of you laid in the large bed for hours. The sun was high in the sky before you decided to move. And as you all dressed for breakfast, a smile was welcomed to your face at the sight of your name on your soulmates skins. And the sight of theirs on yours.

It was all you needed.

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The Fine Line

Chapter One

Wow, you stayed around long enough to read chapter two, thank you! Warning, this chapter’s going to be angsty because we’re getting more Brenda and Teresa interactions, you have been warned. 

It will usually take me about a week for each chapter, but I was really excited so I wrote this one quickly. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. 

Chapter summary: Minho and Sonya hold their plotting circle on the beach, and Brenda and Teresa are forced to be there together. Their plan has a very, um, what’s a good word, interesting outcome. Platonic Thomas reunion. Sonya and Minho finish each other's statements a little bit. This chapter’s going to be a bit longer because I wanted to do a few different events in this chapter, but usually I’ll try to stick to three parts/POV’s per chapter.

Let me know what you guys think! I love feedback!

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH

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Chapter Two: The Fine Line Between Hatred and Hesitant  Friendship

Part One: Teresa’s POV

Teresa had been an only child before the flare destroyed her life, but she was convinced that fate gave her Thomas to fill in the role of her brother. Sometimes it felt like she loved Thomas more than herself, more and more as she realized all the horrible things she’d done. 

That's why it killed her knowing Thomas was mad at her.

He didn’t notice her standing near the tables meals were ate at, he sat with his back to her next to Newt. Frypan, Gally, and Minho saw her though, Frypan waved to her. She spoke to him yesterday, and he’d been quick to give her a second chance, and she was grateful to him. She needed the win yesterday after Brenda blew her off quickly.

She saw Brenda eating at a table with Jorge, glaring at her as she walked over to Thomas. Frankly Teresa didn’t care, she didn’t need Brenda’s permission to speak to Thomas, and Brenda couldn’t force Thomas to stay away from Teresa. He probably wanted to do that enough on his own anyways.

“Tom,” Teresa said, tapping her old friend on the shoulder, her voice small. “I’d like to speak to you for a moment. In private.” Newt looked up at her first, glaring at her. Thomas looked up at her next, his expression less rebate than Newt’s.

“Of course Teresa,” Thomas said, getting up off the bench. They walked over to the edge of the group of tables.

“I wanted to apologize,” Teresa said. “I tortured Minho and I got almost the whole right arm killed and I hurt you in a way I can never heal, and I can’t take those things back. I’ve wanted to so badly but I can’t. I understand if you never want to see me again, if you hate me, I can live with that. I just want you to know I regret it. If I could do it all over again I’d kill Ava Paige myself Thomas, I swear.”

Thomas didn’t speak for a moment, it had to be the most suspenseful moment of her life. 

“I don’t hate you Resa,” Thomas said. “You saved Newt, I can’t hate you after you did that. And it’s not just that. I can’t hate you because I see me in you. I can see how easily I would’ve done the exact same thing you did, most people would have. You were manipulated Teresa, I can’t blame you for that. And I’ll never forget what you did, and I can’t speak for everyone else here, but I’m willing to forgive you.” Teresa pulled Thomas into a tight hug.

“That’s good to hear, because I’m pretty sure Brenda and Newt have already made up their minds on me,” Teresa said. Thomas chuckled.

“Newt’s the kindest person I know, and you saved his life. He’ll come around, Minho did, and you did worse to Minho than you did to Newt. Brenda’s stubborn, but she’ll come around too. She just needs time, everyone does. You can't expect everyone to just welcome you back with open arms, even if you did make the cure.”

“I’m surprised Vince even let me stay.”

“Oh he didn’t want to, Jorge fought on your behalf. Jorge said you’re just a child, and that Mary would’ve forgave you. He doesn’t like it, but he let you stay.” Teresa closed her eyes for a minute and pictured the kind doctor that saved Brenda’s life, Mary. She saw Mary’s lifeless body. She did that.

“I’ll make them forgive me one day Tom, I’ll do something.” Thomas offered her a friendly smile.

“I know you will Resa, you always do.”

Part Two: Sonya’s POV

They’d formed a circle on the beach. Sonya sat in between Aris and Harriet. Minho, Gally, and Frypan sat on the other side of Frypan, Minho and Gally’s hands intertwined. Brenda and Teresa sat on the other side of Aris, as far apart as two people next to each other could be. Harriet had her head rested in Sonya’s lap.

“Are we ready to start?” Minho asked. Everyone nodded, including Sonya. 

“I assume you’ve all figured out why we’re here based on the absence of two people,” Sonya said. “Minho and I talked, and we’re sick of Newt and Thomas dancing around each other, so we’ve decided to do something about it, but we’re going to need your help. We’ve already discussed a plan.” Frypan raised his hand. “Yes, Frypan?”

“Is anything going to be against the rules?” Frypan asked.

“Absolutely, but nothing that big. We’re breaking the rules right now so don’t give me the speech,” Minho said.

“So what’s the plan?” Teresa asked. Sonya didn’t know how she felt about Teresa. Teresa had gotten Mary killed, both Aris and Sonya herself captured, and almost got her brother killed, but she also saved Newt’s life and everyone else seemed to have forgiven her.

“Our plans in phases,” Sonya said. “We’ll start phase one tomorrow morning. Minho’s going to go talk with Thomas later, and get him to talk about Newt. Minho’s going to have a walkie-talkie behind his back. Gally’s going to have the other walkie-talkie so Newt can hear everything nice Thomas says about him. Any questions?” Brenda raised her hand.

“What if Thomas doesn’t say nice things about Newt?” Brenda asked.

“Bren, sweetie, you’ve spent five seconds around Thomas before. You know he will. I officially declare this meeting of the get Newtmas together club disbanded, we’ll regroup tomorrow to discuss our progress,” Minho said as he stood up.

Part Three: Brenda’s POV

“Brenda! Wait!” Oh dear lord. Brenda sighed and turned around to see Teresa running towards her.

“What do you want?” Brenda asked as she kept walking, but Teresa had already caught up to her.

“I just wanted to tell you Thomas forgave me.” Teresa didn’t dress like most of the people at the safe haven, she wore a blue and white dress and her black hair down, because everything about her had to be special. Brenda rolled her eyes. Someone needed to give this girl a job and a reality check.

“Yeah, I know. He’s an idiot, that’s old news.” Brenda tried to walk faster to get away from the girl, but Teresa had longer legs and caught up with ease.”What the hell do you want from me?”

“I want you to like me,” Teresa blurted out. “Or at least, I want you to not completely hate me. We could’ve been friends Brenda, I want that.”

“If you don’t remember, since you seem to have very selective memory loss, WICKED killed my father and brother. My brother probably died in your precious mazes. If Jorge didn’t smuggle me out of WICKED when he worked for them, I would have died in your precious mazes,” Brenda lashed out. Forgiving Thomas for building the mazes was one thing because his apologies were genuine. Teresa was only sorry because everyone told her she ought to be. She didn’t see her fault in anything. 

“I was a child Brenda, and I did what I was told. If Jorge told you to build a maze, you’d do it, wouldn’t you?” Teresa said. 

“Don’t you ever compare Jorge and me to those heathen’s and you,” Brenda snorted. 

“Please Brenda. One chance, that’s all I ask for,” Teresa pleaded, her big blue eyes starting right into Brenda’s soul.

“Fine,” Brenda sighed, already regretting this. “One chance. If you ruin that I’ll push you off the cliffs, I swear.” 

“Thank you!” Teresa said, throwing her arms around Brenda, who shoved her off quickly. “Too soon.”

“Forever is too soon for that Teresa,” Brenda replied, trying to ignore the sudden coldness in the spots where Teresa’s arms had previously been. 

Nope. 

Not today fate. 

Not this one. Literally anyone but this one.

Part Four: Newt’s POV

“Heyyyyyy there Newt,” Gally said, putting one of his arms around Newt.

“What are you up to?” Newt deadpanned. He’d known Gally long enough to know when the builder was up to something, and he was absolutely up to something now. 

“Jesus, can’t a guy come talk to his friend who almost died without getting shucking interrogated?” Gally snorted. “I hid a walkie-talkie in Minho’s coat pocket, and I taped down the speaker button. Wanna hear what he’s up to?” Whatever Newt thought Gally would be up to, it wasn’t that.

“I mean, sure?” Newt replied. He didn’t know what the right answer could possibly be to the question, because the fact the question was even asked seemed pretty bad to Newt. Gally pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and turned up the volume.

“Hey Thomas,” Minho’s voice said on the other end of the walkie-talkie, quite clear for something that was supposedly in his coat pocket. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Minho,” Thomas replied. Newt loved the sound of Thomas’s voice. He loved everything about Thomas really, but he had a nice voice. He always spoke softer with Newt, even when he was angry. he’d been one hundred percent aware of how in love with Thomas he was since the day they met, and not just the day in the maze, the day Thomas pulled back that curtain in the WICKED lab. Newt had pretended to be asleep,  but even then Thomas’s inquisitive nature had made his heart skip a beat.

“Don’t you think Newt’s hot?” If Newt had been drinking water he would have spit it out.

“I thought you and Gally were a thing now.” Thomas sounded even more confused then usual, so he must be pretty damn confused.

“I wasn't asking for me dumb shank. Yes or no?”

“Of course I think Newt’s attractive, everyone thinks Newt’s attractive.” Newt’s heart skipped a beat.

“What do you think his best quality is?” Minho asked.

“His hair. Or hands. Or eyes. Is this a trick question?” Thomas replied.

“Thank you for your input Tom, really helpful,” Minho said. Newt couldn’t listen any more. He looked up at Gally and solemnly spoke,

“Gally, I’m sorry mate.”

“What?” Gally said.

“I can’t believe Minho would lead you on like that. Don’t worry, I’ll reject him, I’m not interested in him anyways.”

“Newt, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Well I thought it was clear, but I’ll give it to you straight: Minho’s clearly into me, not you.” 

[jamieatthebarricade]

Maids to Wives

An Outlander AU based loosely on the TV Show and real life in the historic Jamestown

In 1619, one hundred and forty-four English women from good families crossed the Atlantic in response to the Virginia Company of London’s call for maids “young and corrupt” to make wives for the planters of it’s new colony in Virginia. One in six of the maids could even claim gentry status. Although promised a free choice of husband, they were in effect being traded into marriage for a bride price of 150 pounds of best leaf tobacco, the profits to flow to individual investors

In 1619, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp made the voyage to do one thing: marry a man she's never met. But when she arrives, she comes to the startling realization that her heart belongs to someone else, a certain James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.

Chapter 1/? : Aboard The Ship

April 17th, 1619, Claire’s POV

“I feel like my innards are swasheling ‘bout” Geillis hacked out her dinner for the 4th time this week. I tried my best to soothe her, rubbing her shoulders lightly, but the smell of old fish and stomach acid from the other’s puking made it hard to keep anything down. Most of us hadn't been on a boat before, let alone in the middle of the ocean where the monstrous waves led to monstrous waves of sea sickness. It took all my strength not to succumb to the churn in my own stomach. Poor Geillis didn't have the same strength as I.

Geillis was one of the first women I met on this voyage. Me and her bonded over our love of herbs and our older age. She has become one of my closest friends on this trek to find my future husband. 

My Husband. The word had only rolled off my tongue a few times in my life, but suddenly it was my entire world. It was all the ladies talked about, all they thought of,  all they could remember dreaming about. But, the rest of the women on the ship were different from me, and from Geillis too: they were young, and they were trained. Geillis and I were the eldest of all the brides -she being 31 and I being 27- and didn’t receive the same education as the rest of the girls. I myself spent my childhood traveling Europe with my Uncle Lamb, not learning how to be a good wife that could keep house. Perhaps if my parents hadn’t died when I was so young they could have instilled the passion for housekeeping in me, but a childhood under my Uncle’s influence assuredly led to the demise of any interest in such things. He even tried to enroll me in a dame school, but I refused. Can you imagine? Years of learning how to sew and knit and cook. I couldn’t think of a more revolting thing. I had longed to continue to travel with Uncle Lamb, as his career as an antiquarian required him to do, and so he had no choice but to keep me by his side. I imagine him beside me now, as if this voyage was just like any other: exploring new lands with curiosity and excitement. 

As Geillis continued to empty her stomach, I scanned the cabin, seeing some of the younger girls on the ship playing a card game. Their eyes lit a bright light inside of them when they got a good hand, and their smiles sparkled like pearls in the faint lantern light. Despite the ship muck they resided in, they still radiated beauty and grace. That and their training would make them excellent wives. 

Perhaps I should have let Uncle Lamb enroll me in that Dame school, I thought as I turned back to check on Geillis. Even though I got to choose the man I married, there was no guarantee that my husband would keep me when he found out how many skills I lacked. But no man could be so cruel, could he? While it made no sense to wish for a kind husband, I still did, as did all the women. I could only hope that my husband would be caring, smart, and understanding (and have a face and body with equally desirable qualities, but both together was the most rare of all).

A tug on Geillis’s hair called me back to reality. It seemed the sickness had faded for a moment or two, enough for her to speak. “Claire, I swear to ye, if I don’t make it on this ship, bury me in the new world. I dinna care if my flesh sticks up the whole bloody ship, I wilna be thrown to the sea, like a bone to a dog” 

“You’re not gonna die Geillis, it’s only 3 more weeks till the captains said we'll see land. If you die on this ship, I swear to you I’ll kill you” My remark managed to stifle a chuckle from Geillis’s sickly body. She smiled at me, and then her moment of peace was over: she went back to being sick almost immediately. I never found myself in the comfort of women, but Geillis was like a sister to me. Spending a month at sea in tight quarters did that to a friendship. 

Geillis wasn’t the only friend I made on the ship. To my left sat 15 year old Mary Hawkins, the youngest of the maids. Mary was just… small. A small frame and small face were the most startling of her features, and the month on the ship caused an almost deadly thinning of her figure. When she spoke, the words came in small stutters, and any movement made her jump. When I first saw her I wondered how Mary could have thought she could survive the trek across the ocean; that was, until I found out being a maid was her father’s scheme. After finding this out, a sisterly urge surged inside me, and I was her protector on the voyage ever since. And as her protector, I saw her shivering as I helped Geillis, and moved my arm from Geillis’s back to around Mary’s shoulders.  She gladly nestled herself into my side, but the shaking didn’t stop.

“A-am I going to die here, C-Claire?” She stuttered out. I quickly shook my head and turned to look down at her. I saw tears running down her face, but she didn’t look me in the eyes. She kept her gaze on the wall across from us, where a woman who looked the most sick of all rested her head. She didn’t look alive anymore, but with closer examination I saw her chest rose ever so slightly. I made a mental note to check on her later, if she hadn’t already died. So far, 34 women have died. While the cause of death varied from maid to maid, it was all from the same sickness that plagued our ship since the beginning of the second week aboard. Not all the women were victims, but the ones that were died swiftly and in immense pain. But, for every maid that died here, the same amount of men were left without a bride, and that would mean another wave of maids. I couldn’t imagine putting more girls through this hell. I was fortunate to be well, and above all else, alive. 

“No, you’re not. You’re gonna leave the ship with us and meet your husband.” I rubbed Mary’s shoulders gently. I felt her breath loosen, and she slumped slightly. Good, I thought. She fell asleep

I then stayed with Geillis until her nausea faded. After cleaning her up using my dress as a rag, I laid her down and watched her drift to sleep. I touched my hand to her forehead, and was thankful for not feeling any unusual temperature. I removed my arm from Mary’s shoulders, and slowly set her down near Geillis’ head. I tucked a small bag of grain beneath both of their heads, and thankfully none of them awoke from their slumber. I looked across the cabin and saw the pale woman from before. She hadn’t changed positions, but her chest still rose and fell like before. I moved in front of her, and placed my hand on her forehead. Hot. Burning hot. I shook her awake, and when she opened her eyes, they were bloodshot. 

“Will... you tell my husband that I’m sorry I wasn’t able to make it” The sentence flowed out like any other statement, but the meaning behind it was darker.. She was a young woman, nearly 23 I guessed. Her hair was a soft blonde, and she had a pleasing aura about her. I could also tell she was quite pretty, underneath the sweat and sickness. Her hair stuck around her face, but she had the complexion of a sheet of paper. She was transparent, the veins of her body stuck out harshly against her pale face. When she spoke, it came out in a low whisper, as if her body didn’t have the willpower to use any strength.

“I’m Faith” She flashed a quick but weak attempt at a smile. I wished there was something I could do, to give her the strength that had saved me these past weeks. I reached beside her to grab a rag, in hopes of maybe wiping away the heat, but she put her hands over mine.

“Make the new world good for us” She spoke, before closing her eyes. Everything happened so suddenly, I could barely register it all. The minute she closed her eyes, any color that was left in her face disappeared. The rising of her chest stopped, and a hand fell limply from mine. 

I removed myself immediately, and sat next to Geillis. She stirred in her sleep before sitting up, tired. She must’ve heard what had happened, because just as I sat down she put her arm around mine. I wanted to cry, to feel some kind of pity for the woman, but nothing came out. ‘You should mourn her’ my brain told me but how could I? I just met her.

I didn’t have time to be like this. In a few short weeks we would be on the island with the men, living in the new world. Instead of feeling pity, I felt a sense of guilt. Out of nearly 100 women, only a few would step off this ship and into a new life. And I was one of them. Why did I get the luxury? I wasn’t ever a quiet, obeying miss, and I don’t think I could ever be. Why did god and those above think me fit to take on the responsibility of marriage? Faith would’ve probably made a fantastic wife, but here she lies dead by my feet and I am still breathing.

These thoughts ran rampant in my mind, so much so they exhausted me, and I felt myself roused into a deep slumber, with Geillis’ arm still around me and the soft breathing of the living filling my ears, reminding me I was still alive, that we all were. We bore the weight and responsibility of those who didn’t live, it was our job to make the new world good and prosperous.

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Hello everyone! This is my first chapter of a fanfiction I’m looking forward to writing! I’m a fairly new author so if everyone could be kind/give solid constructive criticism, that would be amazing! I’m looking forward to hopefully releasing more chapters later on!