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strawberrymilkgeorge · 4 years ago

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Part Seven. Cooties, Discall, and Flirting

warnings: swearing, also I used the word “flirt” so many times it no longer holds meaning so beware word count: 4k

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A/N: putting it up here this time!!!! i liked this chap so i hope you do too!!!!! if you didn’t see the missing dms from part 3 (which are now actually in part 3), bugsy agreed to a minecraft date with dream in exchange for karl touring her on his smp!! anyway, enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The frosty air bit at Y/n's skin as she hurriedly shut the car door behind her, starting up her car in an attempt to find warmth as quickly as possible. "Why do I live here?" she asked through chattered teeth, causing Naomi to laugh.

"It's not that cold!"

"I don't know how you're okay with this."

"Do you want me to drive? You're so stiff you'll crash,” Naomi offered as she looked at Y/n.

"I'm fine, I just need to warm up for a second," Y/n assured as she rubbed her hands together in front of the heater.

Naomi giggled and took her hands, rubbing them to help heat them up.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Now hurry up, I have a work meeting in like 30 minutes."

"What?" she gasped, quickly putting her gloves back on. "Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have spent so much time looking at Christmas decorations!"

"I'm just kidding. But Karl will be mad if he has to wait for his food any longer."

"You're seriously the worst." She smacked Naomi's arm and started driving, much less panicked than a few moments prior.

"You love me."

"Whatever. How's your internship going by the way?"

Naomi sighed. "Good. It's really hard to be motivated to go since it's unpaid but it's the last thing I need to graduate so I have to do it."

"But you enjoy it, right? I mean it's what you want to do."

"Yeah, no, I love it. I just wish I was getting paid so I didn't have to work at the grocery store too. I wish I could get paid to play video games like you."

Y/n deflated slightly. She hated when people put it like that, it made her sound like it wasn't a real job but it was challenging in its own way. "I'll teach you how to pvp and you'll be on your way to the top."

"Maybe then I could actually meet George myself instead of waiting around for you to do it."

"Wait!" Y/n gasped. "Did I not... did I not tell you about the other night?"

"Uh... I guess not? What happened?"

Y/n squealed. "Dude! Make a Discord account right now. Get your phone out and make one."

"Why? What is that?"

"It's the thing we all use to voice call during streams and in private and stuff. Come on!" Y/n used her right hand to urge Naomi to grab her phone. "George said you can't have his number but you can have his Discord."

"Wait, really??" Naomi gasped. "Wait, what does that mean!? I can talk to him on it!?"

Y/n laughed. "Yes, yes! You can text or voice call or even video call but I don't suggest that right away. Don't scare him away."

"He really said he'd add me back? Wait, when did you talk to him about me?"

"On Dream's stream. After the movie, I went and talked to them for a few hours."

"Is that why I heard you giggling at four in the morning?"

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. "Okay, well, that was just with Dream. George and Sapnap left the call around one and two."

"Date."

"Sounds to me like someone doesn't want GeorgeNotFound's Discord..."

Y/n saw Naomi cower shyly. "Sorry. Please give it to me."

"I don't know it off the top of my head, silly. So be nice for the rest of the car ride and I'll get it when we get home."

"Is Karl meeting us at our apartment or his?"

"Ours. Can you tell him we're almost there?"

"I don't know if I have the strength to... talk to someone who's such good friends with... my love..." Naomi started with a dramatic sigh, "it just reminds me of the pain I go through daily... without him..."

"If that were true, you couldn't talk to me. I'm also good friends with Mr. Not Found."

Naomi threw her head to glare at Y/n, who just laughed. "Come on, text Karl. Please. His food will get cold."

Y/n watched as Naomi typed away on her phone. Soon, the two pulled up to their apartment complex and headed upstairs. Y/n turned the corner and walked down the hall to see Karl standing at their front door.

"KARL JACOBS! WE HAVE FOOD!"

He looked up quickly from his phone and beamed at them. "My heroes!"

"What are you doing outside, silly?" Y/n asked. "Don't you have a key?"

"Naomi made me give it back after I pulled that prank on you guys last month," he explained as Y/n unlocked the door.

"Well deserved. I still find glitter everywhere."

Y/n set the food on the counter and the other two crowded around. "Thank you, mother, for lunch," Karl joked and kissed her cheek loudly, his love language of physical touch jumping out of him. Y/n grimaced playfully as she wiped her cheek on her shoulder.

"GROSS!!! COOTIES!"

Karl pouted. "I thought we were best fwends, Y/n . Best fwends don't have cooties."

"You do. You're a boy."

Y/n's phone lit up as Karl started going on a joking rant about how Y/n always is so mean to his affections and he can't help wanting to show his friends he loves them and how she's so mean and, "Y/n you're not even listening to my complaints how are we supposed to be best friends when you're too busy talking to your boyfriend all the time and—"

"Boyfriend?" Y/n looked up quickly, worried he had seen the text from Peter that she just read. He was still trying to convince her to talk to him even after she bluntly told him no and why.

Karl walked over to the couch with his food and sat next to Naomi. "I was just joking... why, is there someone?" he giggled. "Dreeeaam maybe?"

Y/n shook her head, and her lack of defensiveness made Naomi and Karl look at each other. Normally she turned bright red and stumbled over her words when they joked about anyone being her boyfriend, but she was stone cold silent as her phone continued to illuminate her face.

"Y/n... What's up?" Naomi asked. "Is it Peter again?"

"Peter?" Karl's eyebrows raised and his food almost fell out of his mouth. "He's been texting you?"

Y/n sighed, locking her phone and sliding it in her pocket before finally joining her friends on the couch. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not."

"He wants to talk," Y/n mumbled.

"What?" Karl asked genuinely.

"I said he wants to talk."

Karl just stared for a few moments before looking at Naomi, who nodded, then back at Y/n. "You're not going to, right? Right? You've got to be kidding me, Y/n, he's a selfish dick and he's just going to keep hurting you. Why do you keep giving him the benefit of the doubt when he's proven time and time again that he's nothing but a fuc—"

"Karl!" Y/n interrupted. "I'm obviously not going to talk to him."

Karl's face flushed, probably embarrassed that he had assumed the worst and ranted. He sighed, exasperated. "Why don't you just block him already?"

Y/n shrugged. "He's harmless now that I don't let his words get to me."

"I'm just glad you finally decided not to meet up with him," Naomi said.

Y/n shrugged like it was an obvious choice, but deep down she couldn't help but think about the exact reason she had come to that decision. Besides all the pain he had caused her, how could she consider getting back together with her ex when she finds herself giddy about talking to someone else over Discord? Simple: she couldn't. The possibility of liking Dream briefly crossed her mind, and she knew that in the few weeks she had talked to him, the faceless man she had never met in real life made her feel better about herself than her ex-boyfriend ever did in the two years they dated. She wasn't sure quite what that meant, but she knew it was something.

"Can I have George's Dis...call or whatever it's called now? Please?"

Y/n laughed at the failed attempt at remembering the name of the application and pulled out her phone, directing Naomi on where to add friends and listing off his name and hashtag. Naomi then gave Y/n her name so she could tell George who to add back. "There, now leave me alone about George for the rest of your life."

Naomi giggled giddily before going to her room, eyes glued to her phone for the moment he would add her back.

"I'm sorry for being so bossy when it comes to Peter," Karl muttered.

Y/n shrugged and cuddled into the couch, hugging a pillow to her stomach. "I get that he was awful, but you have to trust me to know what to do."

"I do! I promise I trust you but..." Karl paused to groan, "but he just makes my blood boil. I've never hated anyone in my life but I would love to slice his head off if I ever got the chance."

"Thank you for being protective, but I promise I can handle myself."

Karl looked at her sadly. "Why did you stay with him for so long? Even after he cheated on you and said all those horrible things?"

She shrugged shamefully. "I had no one else."

"You had me and Naomi! Y/n, you've never been alone."

"That's not what I mean, Karl. I love you guys so much but it's not the same as dating someone, you know?"

"I guess..." he sighed. "But wouldn't you rather be alone than with someone who's so possessive you're afraid to tell him about your real job?"

Y/n dropped her shoulders. He had a point. She really shouldn't have stayed with Peter as long as she did. He was scary. "Yeah."

A scream from the other room snapped them out of their serious conversation. "HE ADDED ME BACK!"

Y/n laughed and Karl shook his head. "Poor George. He's about to regret so much," she predicted.

"Noooo... I'm sure he and Naomi will get along great," Karl argued. "They'll be friends at least."

"Maybe. Hey, any updates about cameragirl?"

Karl blushed immediately and Y/n smiled.

"Is that a yes??"

"I... may have... finally spoken to her. Y/n, she's so cute. Like, she's so nice and I want to protect her from everything."

"What did you guys talk about?!" Y/n gasped, sitting up quickly.

"You're going to be so disappointed in me..."

"Did you talk about Sonic the Hedgehog again? Karl, I swear—"

"No! But I only said like two words."

"What two words?"

"Um, I said hi, and then she asked how I was and I said good."

"KARL!"

"I know!" he said as he buried his face in his hoodie sleeves. "I'm the worst! I don't know how to talk to her! She's so cute!!!"

Y/n laughed endearingly and pulled his hands away. "My offer still stands, I'll teach you how to flirt if you want."

"No, I still don't believe that you can actually flirt."

"I totally can, but fine. Ask Naomi to help you if you don't trust me. She'd teach you if you want." Y/n looked down at her phone as it lit up with notifications from Twitter.

As if he knew by the smile on her face who it was, Karl challenged, "Flirt with Dream to prove you can."

"I have nothing to prove to you," Y/n mumbled, standing up. "But he wants to call me so I'm going to my room. You're welcome to stay here or go home since Naomi's still in her room too."

"Mkay," Karl said. "I'll just stay here for now. Thanks again for the food."

"No problem, dude." Y/n disappeared to her room and opened Discord on her computer, waiting for Dream to call her. She answered when he finally did.

"Hi, Dream," she smiled into her headset.

"Hi, Bug. What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I was just explaining to Karl how good I am at flirting because he doesn't believe that I'm good."

"I don't either."

"What?" she laughed. "Why does no one think I can? Have you seen all the thirsty people flirting with me on Twitter? You included."

"Yeah, but you hardly flirt back. You just insult us."

"I can flirt when I want to."

"Prove it."

"...I don't want to."

"Why? Because you can only flirt with your boyfriend?"

"Are you trying to get me to admit I have a secret lover?"

"Yes."

"Well too bad, I don't."

"Interesting... so you," he paused, careful with his words, "so you decided... not to listen to whats-his-face?"

"Mhm," she hummed, not trusting her voice to stay steady. Why was she nervous? She crossed her fingers hoping that he wouldn't ask how or why she came to that conclusion. She didn't have a lie ready to hide the fact that it might have something to do with Dream.

"Then there's no reason you can't flirt with me."

Y/n sighed dramatically but still smiled. "Why did you call me? Just to make fun of my flirting abilities?"

"No, I called because I'm bored."

"Wow, so I'm just a backup when GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap are busy?"

"Actually, I called you before I tried either of them."

"Interesting..." she mocked him and he scoffed.

"Stop changing the subject and flirt with me!!! Give me your best pickup line!! Why won't you?"

"How about because I reserve flirting for people who deserve it?"

"Oh, it's that good, huh? You have to be on a VIP list to be flirted with by you?"

"Yeah," she laughed, completely joking. "It's life-changing."

"How do I get on that list?"

"Why do you want me to flirt with you so bad, you weirdo?"

"Because you said it's life-changing! And because I just don't believe that you're good at flirting."

"Why? What about me screams that I'm an awkward mess?"

"Everything!" he laughed. "Every time I've witnessed anyone flirt with you you just get all embarrassed and change the subject. Or on Twitter when we flirt with you, you almost always just reject us outright. People like that aren't smooth."

"Fine. I'll flirt with you, Dream. Not now but when you least expect it and it'll leave you so speechless that you'll never question me again."

"Good. I'm excited."

She snorted lightly and shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Oh, hey, you know how I said Sapnap, George, and I wanted to do a big hangout thing with everyone?"

"Yes! Is it happening??"

"Yeah! We still don't know exactly when but George mentioned he thinks New Year's Eve and New Year's Day are stupid holidays so we want to get everyone together in person for that to prove it's a great holiday."

"I mean... I'm kinda with George on this one," Y/n agreed.

"What?! How? It's the start of a New Year! It's an excuse to kiss someone and you start the year with all your friends and loved ones and-"

"It's literally just another day. The only thing that changes is people accidentally put the wrong year when they write dates down for the first month."

Dream laughed. "That's stupid. No. It's a good holiday."

"Whatever. You'll just have to prove to me that it's good."

"I will."

"And the thing you said about having an excuse to kiss someone is stupid. If you wanna kiss someone, just kiss them."

"That easy, huh?"

"Yes."

Dream hummed thoughtfully, a mischievously playful tone to it that made Y/n change the subject slightly to spare her heart from beating too hard.

"So he's coming for New Years'?"

"Okay, yeah, so he doesn't know exactly what date but we're trying to get as many of our friends as we can to come so we have to plan around everyone. Also obviously you and Karl and Naomi are invited."

"Oh, Naomi too? Good, because I think they're talking to each other right now."

"They are," Dream laughed. "George texted me when she added him and he panicked because he doesn't know how to talk to girls."

"What?!" Y/n gasped in offense. "That's his and my thing! Why didn't he text me panicking??"

"He said he was going to text you but since it's your friend he felt awkward."

She grunted. "Fine. I guess that makes sense. Except, I know her better than anyone so I'd be waaay more helpful than you."

"You saying I don't know how to talk to girls?"

"I mean, you've used so many pickup lines on me on Twitter and I'm still not wowed, so yeah, I'd say you aren't as smooth as you'd like to think."

"Bug! What?! I'm totally good at talking to girls," Dream tried to defend, pulling excuses out of his ass. "I just haven't used my best tactics because you're easier to scare away than most. As I said, you can't dish it or take it so I have to use special moves."

"They still haven't worked." The quick beating of her heart and shaking of her hands informed her that that was a lie. Every time he replied to her tweets, the painful grin on her face proved it was a big, fat lie. Maybe she was a little impressed at his "special moves" but she wasn't going to ever admit that to him.

"Whatever, you liar. Anyway, we were thinking of renting a cabin on a lake or something like that for everyone to stay in."

"Oh! Yes, that sounds so fun! I love lake houses so much."

"Good. I'm gonna talk to George and the other brits and see if that's doable. It's gonna happen. I promise. I'm tired of not seeing my friends."

"Wait, how many people are you guys thinking? I'm still nervous about showing people my face..."

"It's a rough list but basically Sapnap, George, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, Niki, um, Tubbo, Tommy, who else.... I think that's it right now. We'll make sure you know them and are comfortable with them so you don't feel pressured to show strangers who you are."

She nodded to herself. "Okay. I could also just not come if I'm not comfortable with someone—"

"What?!" he asked loudly, genuinely surprised. "Wha— no. We just wouldn't invite them."

"But—"

"I'd way rather have you there than anyone else. Hell, I'd kick George or Sapnap out if you didn't want to show them your face."

"Wait, really?"

"No pressure but I really want you to come and I want to make sure your comfortable."

"What if I don't want to show you my face?"

There was a long pause and Y/n knew he was trying to control his voice so she didn't know he was disappointed or slightly offended. "I mean... I don't know. I guess I... wouldn't go."

Her heart cracked at the sadness in his voice.

"I really don't want you to be pressured into—"

"Dream," she said. "It's okay. I'm probably most comfortable with meeting you over anyone else."

"Really?"

She didn't trust her voice not to sound too sappy and giddy. She didn't trust it a lot when she was around Dream. "Mhm."

"I'm glad," he said happily but softly. "It will be fun. Also, give me your phone number."

"So forward of you, Dream."

"Shut up, I wanna make a group chat."

Y/n laughed and told him her number. "I'm really excited now, Dream! I haven't hung out with people in so long and it sounds like a fun little vacation."

Dream laughed at her excitement. "I just want to hug the shit out of George."

It was Y/n's turn to laugh loudly. "Have you met him in real life yet?"

"No."

"I doubt he'll even let you touch him. He doesn't seem touchy."

"I don't think he is but I don't care. I am very touchy so he won't have a choice but to hug me."

"Ugh, another touchy person. Gross."

"Are you not?"

"Not really. Karl is the touchiest person I have ever met so he's kinda rubbed off on me a little over the years I think, but in general no."

"Oh, yeah, he's already threatened to kiss all of us as soon as we meet," Dream said with a laugh.

"Best to just let it happen. He pouted earlier because I wiped my cheek after he kissed it."

"That doesn't sound like something someone who can flirt would do."

"Because I'm not flirting with Karl!" Y/n groaned but a laugh was behind her words. "What is with you guys?"

"You just can't be on Karl and my level of flirting if we don't see it! Can't be in the gang if you don't show us your skill."

"Just you wait, Dream. You'll see."

"Wait, what about our Minecraft date?"

"What about it?"

"When we do that, you have to flirt with me!"

"No, I don't," she protested with a loud laugh.

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's very rude to not sweet-talk your date. You have to flirt with me then."

Y/n giggled. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't?" She hadn't meant for her voice to come out laced with something suggestive, but if Dream noticed, he thankfully didn't show it.

"Well, we'll just have to keep going on dates until you do."

"Pretty sure forcing someone on dates is illegal, buddy."

Dream laughed. "You agreed to it!!"

"I agreed to the first one," she corrected. "I agreed to one date in exchange for you letting Karl tour me around your server. One."

"Don't worry." Unlike Y/n's, Dream's voice was purposefully laced with something suggestive as he told her, "after our date, it won't take much for you to agree to more."

"Oh whatever," she scoffed, trying to cool her face down with her icy hands. Even they were no match for the heat on her cheeks. "When are we doing this stupid thing anyway?"

"Ah, the smooth talking has begun, I see."

"Dreeeamm..." she whined, growing increasingly tired of the butterflies in her stomach. Why did she suddenly feel so nervous around him? It's not sudden, she told herself.

Dream's cute laugh interrupted her thoughts. "What about tomorrow?"

"I'm streaming Among Us tomorrow."

He groaned. "You never make time for me."

"I cannot stand you," she joked, laughs slipping through her annoyed voice and blowing her cover. "You're the one who said you were too busy to join my lobby. So really you don't make time for me."

"No, no, no," he protested. "I'd make time for one-on-one time with you, just not a game where I hardly get to talk to you."

"Oh my gosh." She rolled her eyes. "How did you turn this around to sound cute again."

"Aw, Bug, you think I'm cute?"

"You ruined it by asking. What are you doing tomorrow anyway?"

"I have to finish a plug-in by tomorrow night so George and I can test it. There's still a lot to fix so it'll probably will take all day."

"Oooh," she cooed. "What's it do?"

"It changes the world every time we take damage," he explained with a hint of pride in his voice.

"What the! That sounds awesome!"

"Thanks," he said shyly, proudness gone now that he was being complimented. "Anyway, George is really busy next week so we have to test it tomorrow night so we can record the next day."

"You probably should finish it then."

"Or you could cancel your stream and we could go on a date."

"Dream!" She laughed. "No! How about next week. Between you editing the video you record, we go on a Minecraft date. How's Thursday?"

"I guess I could fit you into my schedule..."

"I hate you."

His cheeky grin could be heard through his stupid words. "Keep telling yourself that."

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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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Howdy, Ma'am! I got this idea while I was doing my nightly skin care routine. How do you you think the boys would feel if they had a s/o that was very into skincare and wanted them to join them on their routine one night?

Enjoy,

Rodeo

Dante

Dante doesn’t mind it and joins in, seeing all your products. He looks through all of them while you give him a walkthrough.

“I use this lotion, and then I also use this mask when I’m feeling too dry, and then I also have this foaming cleanser.”

“That’s cute. I usually wash my face with shampoo in the shower.” He dodges a bottle of toner from your enraged hands. How the hell did he manage such glowing skin?

Dante has mixed skin-types. He’s a bit oily at the t-zone but can have dry skin elsewhere. However, he doesn’t breakout. Those damn demon genetics.

You hand him a headband and he pulls his hair back.

Dante is heavy-handed when it comes to your products and it drives you crazy. His giant hands just squeezed out 15 dollars worth of product and you cry a little.

He looks at some of your prices and whistles. You have your product addiction, and he likes buying those expensive red coats. It works out. He won’t judge.

You apply a mask on his face and he has to bend down to get to your hands.

“This is nice. Anti-wrinkle cream?! Babe, you think I’m old?”

“I use this every day, what does that mean for me?”

“You don’t look a day over 80-I’m kidding!” He laughs as you smack him on the left pectoral.

He likes to just hang out with you, so he’ll sit through your routine no matter how long. You laugh together and talk about your day, wearing face masks and eating ice cream.

He doesn’t care for the benefits, he just really likes the themed products you own.

Dante looks at himself in the mirror with red and pink gel patches on his face for moisturizing.

“I look crazy.”

He proceeds to laugh like a total jackass when he takes a patch off and throws it against the back of your neck.

He really likes those black-head peel strips. You compare your end results like the gross and in-love morons you two are.

Please buy him some strawberry scented products. However, keep an eye on him. He will try to eat it. Don’t let himbo eat soap.

Vergil

He doesn’t see the need for it. He makes that clear to you. You blink your eyes at his dry skin and cracked lips and premature wrinkles.

You drag him to the bathroom, he doesn’t stop you.

He reads through all your products, listening to your routine. He follows suit, washing his face with your products.

The thing about Vergil is he doesn’t use enough and there’s barely any lather.

“I didn’t pay 20 dollars for you to not use this.” You tease, adding more to his hands.

“It is foolish to pay that much.” He snipes, face white from soap.

Vergil has very very dry skin and he does not use moisturizer. You offer him toner and a face mask. He allows you to apply the mask, brow scrunching at the cold feeling.

You smooth over the mask. You notice he had dark eye circles and take out some under under-eye patches you kept on you. He sagely watches as you do your special routine.

It becomes a nightly occurrence as Vergil doesn't stop you from taking care of him.

Before he knows it, you’re both laying next to each other in bed, reading or on your phone as you wait for your matching blue algae masks to dry.

He picked those out.

Vergil notices his complexion has improved and some of his wrinkles don’t look as severe. He finds he does not mind it at all.

After going through your routine together, he slowly begins to make up his own regime.

He smiles to himself when he notices his own products accumulating next to yours.

He prefers neutral smelling products.

Vergil ends up a bit like Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) with his skin-care. He’s very meticulous and has to get it done.

He hops on the skin-care wagon with you.

“Hey bro-”

“Can’t you see we’re busy?!”

Vergil is a peculiar sight at night, a cute animal-themed sheet mask against his stern face.

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maybe-itll-be-someday · 4 years ago

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Teenage Dreams

The one where someone disrespects Emily and Jack remedies it by punching them in the face.

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Emily was a great Mom.

Despite the fact that they weren't related by blood, she was the only mom he truly ever know. He never really knew his actual Mom since she had died so long ago now. He had snippets of memories, barely threads now since it's been over a decade since she passed, and the stories that his Dad would tell him. About how they first met in the Pirates of Penzance play in high school, how she supported him through law school and the Academy, and how she loved strawberry ice cream and will always love him.

But Emily had always been around, on the sidelines of his soccer games and baseball tournaments, wiping his tears and kissing his bandages when he scraped his knee or slammed his finger in the car door. They had gotten married almost five years ago now and it was only in the last three that Jack had insisted on calling her Mom.

"You're the only Mom I have." He had said when she was stunned into silence as he tested the moniker on his lips on a Wednesday afternoon. He doesn't think he'd ever seen Emily cry so hard before.

The only thing Jack Hotchner didn't really like about his mom, is all the snide comments and half whispers among his friends whenever they came over. He was aware that Emily was beautiful, if the way his Dad always told her was any indication.

It was after school and Mom had come to pick him up after his first soccer practice, his friends quickly starting to elbow each other as his Mom made his way towards them, still dressed from work with her FBI badge hanging off the side of her blazer.

"Hi sweetie." Emily greets. She smiled brilliantly at all his friends, some of whom quickly averted their eyes at the sight of her.

"Hey Mom. These are my teammates." He says, introducing her to the gangly group of teenagers who were either outright staring or doing everything in their power to not make any eye contact.

"I just need to go grab my stuff from the locker room. I'll meet you at the car?" Emily nods, knowing that now that Jack was getting older he was starting to enter the phase where everything his parents did embarrassed him, even if it was just something as simple as picking him up from practice. If Emily were a betting woman, she would wager a large amount of money that Jack wanted her to park down the street so his friends never saw her.

If only she knew exactly why Jack was keeping his friends far away from her.

His friends immediately start whispering to themselves as Emily makes her way back towards the parking lot to wait for Jack.

"That's his mom?"

"Holy shit."

"That is a MILF if I've ever seen one." Jack is quick to shoot an angry glare at his teammate, who at the stern look in Jack's eye, had the decency to look embarrassed before they made their way into the locker room.

Jack could still hear the rumblings among his friends, catching the words sexy and red from the direction of the showers. He tries to block it out, but he can feel the tips of his ears go read as his teammates swapped remarks about their list of hottest Moms and somehow, his own makes it on the list.

He's still bright red when he hops into the car, Mom with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you alright, Jack? You're not catching a fever, are you?" She frowns, checking his temperature with the back of his hand as he swats her away.

"Mom, I'm fine. It's nothing." Emily tuts, Jack's tone toeing the boundary between upset and disrespectful.

"Jack, you know that as a profiler I can tell when you're lying to me, right?" She says, her eyebrow raised and Jack grumbles to himself. Emily smiles at the muttered words, but for her benefit, she asks him to speak up.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said yes ma'am, I am well-aware."

"And you also know that I won't force you to talk about anything unless you want to talk about it?"

A small smile breaks on Jack's lips. Mom never did push him to talk about anything, always just letting him know that she was available when he eventually did want to. Her only condition was that he would talk to her eventually, no matter how long that took. It was one of Jack's favorite things about her, since she could really calm his Dad down when he had that vein bulging from his neck whenever information was withheld from him.

"I'm aware of that too."

"As long as you know." She says, before turning up the radio and singing in an off-tune pitch to the latest pop song on the radio, clearly unaware of the actual lyrics or which key the song is supposed to be in.

Okay, maybe there were two things he didn't like about her.

The next time someone makes a comment about his Mom, they make it to Jack's face.

Dennis Smith was one of those kids you'd consider an outcast in school. Always dressed in torn jeans and black, followed by thin cronies who were too afraid to stand-up to the kids who picked on them so they ended up hiding behind a larger bully. He had been taunting Elliot, Jack's lab partner, for the past three weeks. Elliot had run into class that day, his shirt torn and bag half-opened as he rushed to sit next to Jack.

"Dude, what happened?" Jack asked when he spotted the torn pocket and the hastily stuffed belongings in his backpack. Some of his books were wet and if Jack had to guess, they had roughed him up in the boy's bathroom.

"Dennis." Elliot just mumbles, pulling out his notebook and cursing when he realizes that they took his wallet.

No one was going to pick on his friends if he could do something about it.

At least, that's what his Dad taught him.

So when Chemistry ends, he stalks Dennis and finds him bent over a water fountain, his friends chatting away while leaning on the locker next to him. Jack reaches over and taps him on the shoulder, a bewildered expression on Dennis' face.

"What do you want, Hotchner?" He spit out, puffing his chest to make him seem bigger than he actually was. Dennis didn't like him, since he was one of the only ones who wasn't scared of the bully. Jack found it hard to be scared of him, considering the fact that both of his parents were in the FBI and dealt with much scarier things than insecure teenage boys with an anger issue.

Jack crosses his arms, Elliot hiding behind him as he stares Dennis down.

"What's your problem with Elliot?" He asks flatly, interested in getting to the bottom of this. The hallway slowly starts to flood with students exiting their classes and the commotion causes a small crowd to form. In the corner of his eye, Jack can see cellphones being pulled out and aimed right at them.

"My problem is that little pipsqueak told Ms. Gardner that I was cheating." The bully stares directly at Elliot, who cowers further behind Jack despite the fact that Jack was only a few inches taller than him.

"But you were cheating."

"Well, if he learned to mind his own business, then maybe we wouldn't pick on him so much." Jack sizes Dennis up - he notices the muddy state of his shoes and pants that dangle just above his ankles, clearly too short for him. He smells faintly of body odor and some form of energy drink and if Jack had to guess, no one was providing him parental supervision at home.

He was angry, and had no one to direct that anger towards except for a student who was just doing his due diligence.

"Look, Dennis. I get it - your parents don't spend enough time with you, they leave you alone a lot, and you're angry about it. Can't you find something better to do with your time? Like actually studying so you don't need to cheat?"

Dennis flushes bright red and Jack turns and motions for Elliot to follow him. Hopefully, that would be enough to stop them from bullying Elliot. It's only then that he hears what Dennis mutters under his breath.

"Not all of us have a hot ass stepmom to tend to our every need. If I had a stepmom like that-"

Jack's fist connects with his nose, his knuckles flashing in pain at the contact. He feels a white hot rage spark under his skin, directed at anyone who would think to badmouth his family. The crowd gasps as Dennis falls to the floor, clutching his nose and yelping in pain. Jack flexes his knuckles and winces at the dull ache that settled in his joints. He freezes when he hears a familiar voice call out his name.

"Jack Hotchner!" Jack's eyes close and hopes that it isn't who he thinks it is.

He plasters a smile on his face and turns around, hiding his swollen hand behind his back.

"Hi Principal Gibbons."

"You are grounded for at least three months." Aaron says, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. It was just his luck that his Dad would be the one to pick him up. Apparently, Mom was off on a case with the BAU and Jack had a feeling she would be more understanding of him breaking Dennis' nose after fifth period.

After all, she was the one who signed him up for self-defense classes.

"What were you thinking Jack? Breaking a kid's nose?" His Dad had been furious upon arriving at the Principal's office. To the normal outsider, he looked calm, but Jack knew the fury that lay underneath. Dad had an excellent poker face and he managed to keep his anger under wraps until they got back into the car.

"He was being a dick."

"Language." His Dad warns and Jack sighs, knowing that swearing probably wasn't going to save him from the thin ice he was already on.

"Look, he was bullying my friend Elliot and I stood up to him."

"So, instead of talking it out, you punched him." Aaron says in disbelief and Jack shakes his head in frustration.

"No, I told him that his parents weren't around and that he was angry, so instead of picking on Elliot, he should just study."

There's a beat of silence.

"You profiled him?" Aaron curses the pride that blooms at the realization, not wanting Jack to get off that easy. After all, he did get suspended for three days and had to visit the school counselor with Dennis upon his return for 'mediation'.

"I did. Then I walked away."

"Then why did you punch him?"

"Because he said something about Emily." Jack's arms cross, his gaze out the window and Aaron sighs. He had been ecstatic when Emily came to him with tears in her eyes because Jack wanted to start calling her Mom. It was a decision that Aaron always left entirely up to Jack, not wanting to force him into feeling like they were replacing Haley since they were getting married. She had always been perfectly fine at being called Emily, not wanting to infringe on Jack's view of Haley. Jack only reverted back to calling her 'Emily' when he wanted to distinguish Emily and Haley.

Aaron lets the silence sit for a minute, his anger deflating. "What did he say?" He eventually asks.

"That not everyone had a hot ass stepmom to tend to their every need."

A different flash of anger runs through Aaron, his grip around the steering wheel tightening a little bit and his knuckles flashing white.

"That's why I punched him. I don't want anyone to talk about Mom like that."

Aaron lets out a breath, the last of his anger dissipating with Jack's words. He had always taught Jack to stand-up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves and he did just that. He stood up for Elliot and he stood up for Emily as well, not tolerating any disrespect for the people he cared about.

"Hot ass stepmom?" Aaron asks, a curious eyebrow raised.

"Oh Dad, you have no idea."

Emily comes back home to the angry marks on Jack's hand settling into purple and yellow bruises.

"You did what?"

"He punched a kid at school. He'll be suspended until tomorrow." Emily crossed her arms, disappointment in her expression. "Did this kid attempt to hit you first?"

Jack shook his head, hung low from the stare his Mom was baring into him. Aaron chuckles, rescuing Jack from what he is sure is a tongue lashing with a gentle hand placed on her shoulder.

"He was actually defending a friend." Mom's stance softens ever so slightly and eventually, she uncrosses her arms and sighs.

"As long as it was for the right reasons. But I still don't condone the violence and you're grounded until next week." Jack nods, knowing that it was a lenient punishment considering he spent the last month grounded because he had snuck out to see a girl.

Later, when Jack is in bed, Aaron tells Emily the true reason why he had gotten in trouble. Her heart swells with pride and an absolute adoration for the boy she's watched grow up and felt honored that he would defend her from his peers.

"Hot ass stepmom, huh?" She teases as Aaron bristles. She loved that even after years together, he still got jealous. Many cops and detectives have been the end of the Hotchner glare when he caught them checking her out and somehow, it doesn't surprise her that a few harmless teenage crushes would cause his heckles to rise.

"Oh sweetheart." She coos, snaking her arms around his neck as his hands land on her hips. She doesn't miss the way his grip is just a little tighter and giggles as he grunts in acknowledgement.

"You don't need to worry about a bunch of teenage boys stealing me away."

"Who says I'm worried?"

Emily just laughs, smoothing the frown on his forehead.

"Whatever you say, sweetie."

Later that week, when Jack's friends come over before they head to the high school football game, Emily comes home from her run. Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun, her sweat slick on her skin and her running shorts hugging her behind tightly. Aaron walks into the living room to greet her to see two pairs of eyes glued to Emily's form as she walks into the kitchen to get some water.

He throws them a death glare and doesn't fight the smirk on his face when Emily presses a kiss to his lips in greeting.

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saundraswriting · 4 years ago

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Need Some TLC Chapter 8: Reminiscing.

SUMMARY: You're forced to sleep, during which Bucky clean your apartment and thinks back through your friendship.

WARNING: possible trigger for SH via overworking.

NOTES: Sorry it has been so long. This chapter has been a draft since September. Available on Ao3 here as well.

Masterlist // Ao3 // Previous

Bucky returned to the game and his friends. He knew he had a goofy smile on his face, but did nothing to squash it. You were safe and asleep in his bed, his friends were near and relaxing. No one was in danger or hurt. He was able to breathe a little easier.

"She's down for the count. I'm glad she's off. She needs a break." Bucky told Steve, who nodded in agreement.

You are so whipped; carrying her like a blushing bride, tucking your girl in." Sam teased.

"Nope. You won't get to me. I am quite aware of how I act around her." Bucky turned his his nose up at Sam's teasing causing the others to chuckle.

"Let's finish our game and leave. Bucky's got a sick girlfriend to care for." Clint said, the others agreed.

They wrapped up the game of Trivial Pursuit and cleared the last of lunch. As they left, Natasha and Sam passed along their praise to Bucky for taking proper care of you.

Steve and Bucky cleaned up their mess from their friends. Bucky gathered your things and looked at Steve on the couch. "I'm going to unpack her stuff and clean up the apartment. Maybe do some laundry. She needs to rest and she won't do that if her place is messy." Bucky told him. Steve only waved settling deeper into the couch. Bucky knew that even though it seemed like Steve was resting, he was as alert as ever. "Thanks, Steve. I should be back soon." Bucky left, and using your keys entered your apartment.

You place was a disaster. There was a sink full of dirty dishes, the counter had some and the top of the stove housed some dirty pans. Your trash obviously hadn't been taken out in a few days judging by the smell. Your bathroom floor was overran by dirty scrubs that were so filthy, they could have stood up and walked away. The was a handful of towels mixed in. Your living room had a smattering of empty food wrappers and meal replacement shake bottles. You couch had become a blanket breeding ground and seemed to have become your temporary base of operations. You apartment normally very tidy reflected your lack of time to clean and your recent days spent at the hospital.

Bucky had known since you walked through his door, he was coming over to clean your apartment. You worked 60-70 hour work weeks and when he could he would come over and make you dinner. He either kept you company or supplied a extra set of hands for the days you were really tired or busy. He originally helped you as a way to repay you for all the thing you knowingly and unknowingly helped him with but over time it changed from he should help you to he wanted to help you. He wanted to help you anyway he could, to make you smile, to keep you healthy and happy.

He first decided a load of laundry was the start point. He grabbed your scrubs and threw them all in, adding your extra laundry sanitizer to help with germs and the softener the way you like it. He peeked into your room and saw the perfectly made bed. 'How many times has she come home and collapsed on the couch to get up a few hours later and do it all again?' He kept cleaning, scrubbing the bathroom until it gleamed. He moved on to sweeping and mopping while some of the dishes soaked. He stayed on top of the laundry, he hung your scrubs and replaced the throws that littered your furniture. He was washing the dishes when one of your novelty mugs caught his attention. The was a crack in the handle and the sight of it made him smile.

Steve and Bucky were on their to the compound, the first floor of their building practically empty, talking to themselves. When they saw you it was too late, you were carrying boxes and definitely weren't able to see them. In the aftermath of the crash, Bucky helped you to your feet while Steve fixed your boxes. Nothing was broken except the mug, the handle cracked clean off.

" Ma'am! Are you alright? Anything hurt? Are you dizzy?" Bucky questioned. You shook your head, shrinking in on yourself a bit.

"Ma'am, all you belongings are fine. Nothing broke pardon your mug. I will gladly repair it for you."

You didn't answer him, looking at the ground. Steve and Bucky shared a glance and looked back at you. You seemed to be frozen then you looked up thawing instantly. "Captain Rogers? Sargent Barnes?" You gasped. "I am so sorry. Are you injured?" You lurched forward, hands millimeters from their bodies, wanting to assess for injuries.

They laughed and shook their heads. They tried to be unintimidating, seeing as how nervous you were. "Ma'am, a slight run in like this didn't even phase us. You were the one who ended up on the ground." Steve said.

"I am fine. A little sad my favorite mug is broken." You sighed, handling the pieces affectionately. "Oh, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am moving into apartment 5B." You stuck out your hand. Steve and Bucky shared a look. That was there floor. The building had two or three apartments per floor.

"Welcome to the building. I'm Bucky Barnes. This is Steve Rogers."

"Nice to properly meet you both. I am a general care nurse at Mercy Hospital. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to knock." You grinned up at the two Avengers before gathering your boxes.

"Please let us help. Can't let you do this all on your own." Steve offered. You shook your head moving to the elevator.

"First, I am strong independent woman. Second, you were obviously o your way to somewhere. Third, 'can't let me? You should know by now, Captain, that is not how you speak to a woman. Fourth I refuse to allow Captain America and The Winter Solider carry my boxes, that is a little too degrading for me." You were just about to step into the elevator. Thanks anyways, boys. Have a good day." You tossed over your shoulder. Steve and Bucky stared at your back before sharing another glance.

Steve blocked the elevator doors with his arm. He darted forward and took the boxes from you. Bucky flashed a grin, turning towards the door leading to the parking garage. "Ma'am, I'm Captain America, yes. And I wasn't really asking."

"Oh? Does the rest of the world know how much of a punk you are?" You asked.

The memory pulled a laugh out of Bucky at you sink. The was the first of many moments the three of you shared.

The day had continued. The three of you had gotten everything out of the moving van. Once done you shoved them out the door telling them to go to work, you had to return the van. When Steve and Bucky got home, they could hear muffled shouting and swearing, you hadn't waited for them to come back before moving furniture.

"Y/N, open the door please." Steve said with a sigh. He knew now he would have to keep an eye on his new neighbor seeing as she was impatient. You wretched the door open, hair sticking to your face and neck, face red with exertion and a plate of brownies in your hands.

Brownies that you thrust at Steve. "Here is payment for helping me today. I am sure the extra calories will be burned off quickly." You shut the door right in their faces.

Bucky and Steve were stunned silent outside your door. They could hear you yelling at yourself quieter than before. "No, they won't join you for dinner, you dumbass. Anyone else would have helped you move in." You were pacing, almost stomping. You threw the door open and took the plate of brownies back. "You can't have these until after dinner. Dinner I would like you ta have with me. In return for all your help." You had a smile on your face even though your hands were shaking.

In one sentence you had caught Bucky's whole undivided attention. He was infatuated with your sass and strength and complete disregard for his and Steve's day jobs.

Bucky blinked back into awareness. He had finished all of your dishes while reminiscing about the day you met. That first day had set the trend for the rest of your friendship. You treated them like normal people, there were a few times you seemed to freeze because of their looks or bulk but most of the time you refused to tolerate their bullshit but you were there for them when needed. You helped keep them grounded when the anxiety and stress and nightmares locked them in their heads and apartment. Bucky liked taking care of you, he liked having a friend that depended on him and appreciated him not for his enhancements but for himself. He liked returning your easy affection and acts of service. He continued to clean your apartment, folding your clothes and putting them on your clean bed. He was straightening up the living room again, fiddling with the throws thinking of the first time you had let him in.

He had just gotten back from a mission. Another group with a badly put together doomsday plot, you had just gotten back from a 3-11 shift. You hadn't seen either of them in a while, your schedules not matching up so you were excited to see Bucky. Bucky was alone, Steve wanting to stay at the Compound to finish up the paperwork and work off the last of the tension. You had forced him into your place with the promise of pizza and his pick of documentary. That was the moment Bucky fell in love with you. You didn't mind that he had the habit of being quiet and sullen. You didn't mind that Steve wasn't there, you were okay with just Bucky. You let him in, you were warm and soft and inviting. He fell asleep on your couch. The next morning Bucky woke up with a pillow and blanket, a big platter of cookies with a note on it.

Taking care of you when you were sick with a cold was the least he could do after everything you did to help him with recovery. You helped him see the benefits of therapy, even helping him through the rougher spots. Sometimes Bucky thought he was closer to you in ways than Steve. Steve didn't know about the late nights spent on your couch learning everything he could about the strange and sometimes intimidating future he found himself in. Steve didn't know how much you soothed him on the bad days, even the thought of you made him smile when he was stuck in his head.

He took one last look around and deemed your apartment clean enough, he turned all the lights off and grabbed your trash to take to the community trash room and headed back upstairs to begin dinner for the three of you.

"I would say it smells good but we both know I can't smell anything." You voice interrupted him. Bucky turned a large grin showing his teeth and dimples lighting up his face. Your breath caught in your throat. Academically you had noticed Bucky's attractiveness. You spent days...weeks pushing down the thoughts and feelings Bucky initiated and it worked for a while. Worked until Bucky started noticing you. At the beginning you had worked regular hours and were doing well but as time passed, needs at the hospital grew and you went from well to good to ok. Bucky began putting the numbers together-the little sleep, the long hours, lost weight, decreased appetite-realizing your lack of self care.

Healthcare was not an easy field, it took a toll on you mentally and physically. You stopped taking care of you to take care of others and after so long it was hard to stop. You had begun the insane hours six months ago, your supervisor promising it wouldn't be long, there was a few graduate nurses due to start soon. You ignored the signs of a depressive episode, lack of attention, apathy, disregard of personal needs-thinking it was just burn out. You decided the best option would be to work through it, get on the other side of the staff issue and take a vacation and be done with it but the staff is still short and now you were sick and needed Bucky to take care of you like a child.

He spent so much time trying to help you with your issues after he worked through his own. His recent help and attention did nothing to help ease you affection for him, you couldn't say anything though. e rarely let people into his circle, he spent too long giving himself willingly or unwilling to other people for you to even ask him for anything. You just enjoyed being close enough to be there for him to lean on, you wanted to help him shoulder his burdens like he did you. 'Bucky Barnes is too good.' You thought.

"Y/N! You're up. Good! Sleep alright? You didn't sleep very long." Bucky said. He gave you a quick look over, seeing you with messy hair while wearing his clothes brightened his smile even more.

"Yeah, I did. I got a little hot so I thought it would be a good time to get up and see what was happening. How was the rest of your team bonding?" You asked.

"I am working on dinner." Bucky told you. You walked over to where his was working only to nudged away. "Aw, hell no, sweets. You are sick. I ain't getting your germs all over my food. Even if I can't catch it. Also you are my guest, so sit down." You took the hint and sat at the table, leaning on your hand.

"I am a guest at your place while I am here. So I can't be of use? But at my place, you have free reign?" You straighten up, glaring at Bucky's back. "You say I am your best girl and you help me all the time, but I can't help you?" Your bravado shrank a little. You felt your eyes grow wet.

"My sweet girl. I'd love nothing more for you to be over everyday. I want you to get better before anything else. I am helping you know. You have already helped me. You just existing helps me every single day. That is why you are my best girl. Always." Bucky pulled you into a tight hug, he could feel you trembling. "Everything is fine. Things were never not fine. I am not yelling at you. I just want you healthy. I also want you to have a place where you can relax. If that means I do chores at your place or you don't do chores at my place then so be it. I don't want you working so hard." Bucky's voice was low and rumbled in your ear where it was pressed to his chest, soothing your frayed nerves.

"Sorry Bucky, I get emotional when I am sick. Doesn't help I've been stuck in my head the last few days." You took a deep breath, calming down even more.

"Baby doll, never apologize to me for how you are feeling. Your feeling are always valid no matter the reason. I like knowing what is going on in that pretty little head of yours at all times. Now, instead of sitting here in the kitchen uncomfortable, got sit on the couch."

"I am only going because I want to pick out a movie, not because you told me to." You tried to sit on the couch but missed the mark turning it into a tired flop.

"You are always so stubborn. Just sit and rest. You have today and tomorrow and the next day off. Let me pamper you. You work too long." Bucky turned back to dinner.

"I know. Work's been so hard lately and my mental health has been deteriorating. I know I can't keep this pace up forever. I also know that I depend on you too much, but I am trying. I am just...so tired you know?" You couldn't face Bucky instead talking to the remote used to control the F.R.I.D.A.Y implemented media library.

"It is okay to be tired. It is okay to ask for help and depend on others. It is okay to put yourself first sometimes." Bucky told you. You stayed silent, thinking over what he said.

"Did you learn that from your therapist?" You joked fiddling with the remote.

"No, I learned that from you." You jerked your head up to see Bucky looking at you. "You taught me that." He reiterated. His blue eyes shone with sincerity. "Now, pick something to watch." He tried to lighten the mood.

Steve came through the door at that moment. "Sorry Buck, I told you that I would stay here but I was needed at the Compound. How's it going?" Steve asked you.

"Good. I am going to take more meds after dinner, and I slept a bit. I was getting the movie of the night started. Wanna get comfy and join me?" Steve agreed and went to do just that. You cued up the movie and waited.

After a bit, Steve came back and Bucky handed you your meds and a plate of food. "Here you go. Make sure to drink all that gatorade."

"Yes, mom." You said sarcastically.

Bucky sighed heavily. "Don't joke. Between you and Steve I am surprised I haven't grown feathers and the ability to cluck."

"I don't know Buck, you do tend to cluck quite a bit." Steve teased him. Bucky glared at him with no heat, moving to take his food away. "No! I'm sorry. Don't be mean." You laughed at their antics.

Dinner passed with jokes and laughter and ended with Bucky tucking your sleeping form back into his bed. He tried to leave but you had ahold of his shirt. "Stay, please." You said, tightening your grip.

"Okay, hun. I'll stay. Let me get changed." You snuggled deeper under the covers while he got changed. Bucky crawled in with you, you turned over squeezing close. He watched over you as your breaths got slower and more regular. You shifted a bit mumbling under your breath. "Love" you Bucky." Before dropping fully into sleep. Bucky smiled with a "I love you too." before doing the same.

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So what did you think? Thank you so much for hanging around as long as you have! I appreciate all your support.

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asheelnair · 3 years ago

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PERSONAL BLOG :-)

Asheel Nair (Me18b101)

Course - MS4100 ( Soft skills)

First of all thanks Viji Ma'am to teach this wonderful course and making me understand and help me to grow and realize my skills that will help me personally as well as in professional growth.

1) Meaning and Purpose

It was a very great session to attend as it gave a lot of insights about life and insisted us to find our true worth and value of life in this world.

There is a statement which touched me very much- “Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”

We are all hungry for meaning, for purpose, for the feeling that our life is worth more than the sum of its parts. We can find meaning in the sublime, in the absurd, in the dull and dreary, and in the perfectly wretched in life. That's when Viji came up with the word 'ikigai'- Combining the Japanese words iki, meaning life and gai, meaning value or worth, ikigai is essentially about finding your purpose in life. for exampe- Ikigai means “the reason you wake up for in the morning”

Then Viji told us to write our purpose of life in our book :-

What i love most- Video Games, family, friends, dogs

What i am good at - Maintaining relations, consulting

What can i get paid for - Consulting job or maybe some unexplored fields(who knows xD)

what the world needs- world is selfish and everyone wants profit in each and everything they do, the current world needs humanity and needs to develop a sense of empathy and helping nature.

Always know your true worth and realize it because it is only you know your true worth and value and always be grateful for who you are.

2) The '5S' principle

:- It was the first time i came across this principle and trust me it was worth it :)

What are the 5 principles of 5S?

5S stands for the 5 steps of this methodology: Sort, Set in Order, Shine, Standardize, Sustain.

5S is designed to decrease waste while optimizing productivity through maintaining an orderly workplace which will help you bring positive thinking and productive solution.

Application - I applied this principle in my room which was dirty and messes up. I cleaned everything and kept everything in a proper way. After implying this principle it felt very comforting and nice.

3) Time-Management

It is one of the crucial factors to live a peaceful life without any tension and stress. The person who has time management skills are very calm and comforting and always live a peaceful life. Everyone has the same 24 hours, however, some make better use of their time than others. This is one of the reasons why we have people who excel at the things they do. In other words, people may become busy; but that necessarily does not mean they are effective at their task. Hence, time management plays a crucial role in personal and professional life.

Time management may be a conscious effort to spend a selected amount of your time to perform a task efficiently . Furthermore, productivity is the key focus here. The more productive the work, the higher are the results. Moreover, time management requires a careful balancing between business life , social life, the other hobbies or activities. From an academic perspective, time management is a necessity. Students have many subjects to hide , therefore, efficiently managing time is a crucial skill.

The main problem we all face is the lack of time. Having so many things to do and yet not enough time to do them all. Through my conversations with many, I realized that I was not the only one facing this issue. This was when I realized sharpening my activity management skills becomes important. Though many people may call it ‘time management, I believe activity management is a better term because we can’t manage time but we can manage our activities each day. The reality is many people drift through life and allow themselves to be carried by the waves. We all have a choice to take control of our activities and reach our fullest potential.

so use your time wisely by sorting important things first by realizing the importance of time in your life and seeing the benefits of time management.

As it is said " Time and Tide wait for none" , make sure you make each and every second count and create a change for a greater tomorrow.

I even talked with few people who I believe is very efficient in time management and asked them their secret mantra :P , example - My friend :-

– All good things take time and so does your goal, some achieve goals faster while some take their time. You need to be vocal and loud about your goal, aim and thoughts. Always have a positive mindset and be ready to face any challenges thrown at your goals. You should always be open minded and appreciate every small thing that makes you reach your goal. She thinks that the importance of setting goals comes with maturity and responsibility and you need to figure out what things comes first in your life.

4) Strength based Learning - All the above factors can be included while finding about our personal strength based learning. sit down for few minutes and think about your strengths and weaknesses. For me-Strengths-based learning involves a process of assessing which helps us to identify our greatest talents, and to then develop and apply strengths based on those talents in the process of learning, intellectual development, and academic achievement to levels of personal and professional excellence.

As it is said " champions are not born they are trained and nourished with care to become a champion", Skills do not naturally exist within us; they must be acquired through training and practice. The concept of strengths is based in each individual’s unique nature and building upon what he or she naturally does best. Takeaway-After this session I realized I have strengths with which I can create a change for better tomorrow and life is too long to explore, learn and develop. I would always like to explore my strengths and work on it and inspire others to play on their strengths. Thanks Viji for this wonderful session :)

5) Communication

It is something because of which I faced conflicts in past, For me -signaling benevolence in communication seems vital than harsh-naked truth as it can sometimes product in fright, strain or spite in developing long-lasting relationships with family or at workplace. Blunt honesty can sometimes be rebellious whereas benevolence aids in handling difficult situations ethically by breeding trust and in boosting one’s morale. It enables one to be mindful of consequences and frame things in a way that is different from complete unvarnished truth- which in turn fosters relationships and other developments.

Thanks to Abha ma'am and Viji ma'am to take up this session and making it a wonderful experience. Salute to both of you for your professionalism and are dedicated to your work, was truly amazed to see this.

Presentation- The three 's' -structure, style and substance were covered in this. There were many other factors that were taught which helped me to learn, incorporate those and make my skills even stronger. Learned a lot on how to communicate, make a presentation and how to present yourself in front of people, all thanks to Abha ma'am.

Assertive Communication - Assertiveness means expressing your point of view in a way that is clear and direct, while still respecting others. Communicating in an assertive manner can help you to: minimize conflict. The 3 C's Of Assertive Communication are Confidence – you believe in your ability to handle a situation. Clear – the message you have is clear and easy to understand. Controlled – you deliver information in a calm and controlled manner. Passive communication and behavior involves allowing your own rights to be violated by failing to express honest feelings, thoughts, and beliefs, or by expressing your thoughts and feelings in an apologetic manner that others can easily disregard.

Few steps for assertive communication :

1.Tell the person what you think about their behavior without accusing them.

2. Tell them how you feel when they behave a certain way.

3. Tell them how their behavior affects you and your relationship with them.

4. Tell them what you would prefer them to do instead.

6) Self Realization

This was a very good session and topic. During the first 5 min we were told to take out a mirror or front camera and look yourself in it for few minutes and write down whatever comes into your mind. when i saw myself i could see that there is a fire burning within myself that want's to achieve each and every goal, I realized i will soon conquer each and every challenges in my way and make my parents and myself proud.

Then we came on the topic of

Body shaming :

It is something that i feel is cheap and very immature. Without knowing what the other person is going through people criticize them and laugh at them. Individuals with a history of trauma, depression, self-harm, low self-esteem, or borderline personality disorder are more likely to be affected by body shaming and potentially develop an eating disorder or engage in self-harm behavior.

Empowerment doesn’t just refer to professional success and financial stability but also the overall personality development of an individual. Empowering yourself requires you to confront your problems but not bow down to them. It involves you being open to changing your views based on your own personal experience. Hence, if you’re not changing and sticking to what you’ve been told by society, you’re keeping yourself away from empowerment.

When it comes to our views, we have plenty of them pertaining to our own selves. A majority of them are concerned with how we look. From television to magazine, most women have grown up being told that the perfect girl is slim, fair, humble, docile and quiet.

But, what about those women who are plus-sized, have a deformity, have too many tattoos or are too outspoken? The society might not find them palatable enough to call them perfect but who gave society that right, anyway? The only person who gets to decide is you. You need to shed societal expectations and accept every bit of yourself.

Takeaway - Don't live by fearing of someone's judgement, Everyone has a beautiful body on this planet, all are different that is the beauty of this world. "Embrace it don't hide it"

Snake and Ladder in our life :-

Ladder here refers to all the supports in your life who encourage you to achieve something great in your life while snake refers to all the challenges that is stopping you to achieve your goals.

Ladder and goals -

Family, friends and dear ones

Get into a dream company that recognizes my talent and reach a good position where one day i can become a leader

Want to buy a luxurious home to my parents and want to give them everything whatever they ask for

Buy a dream car

Building shelter homes for animals

Do something for orphans and rural people

Reach at a height where i become a role model for few

Build a dream PC gaming set-up, xD

Want to travel the world (each and every corner)

Want to learn calisthenics

And many more............. :P

Snakes -

Negative people

Procrastination. “I will do it later” is often equivalent to “I will never do it,” though that is never the real intention behind procrastinating something

Fear of Failure

Ignorance

Lack of Purpose

Lack of Courage

Fault Finding

Lack of Self-belief Takeaway -

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Catalyst

a Prequel to the Nanny Affair

Chapter 2: Covalence

Need to catch up? Chapter 1: Acquiesce

Rating: 18+ (Mature Audiences only)

Word count: 3255(+/-)

Warning: language; sexually suggestive language; mention of physical abuse, drug abuse, assault and adoption

"Alright, Pine Shadow family, here are your finalists!" Principal Larson's voice booms over the gym speakers. One would think he's announcing a night of rough and rumble with the WWE rather than announcing the award winners for a middle school science fair. Regardless, his enthusiasm is contagious much to the science departments delight. "Let's give them a big Wildcat round of applause for all of their hard work!"

As the audience abrupts into cheers, there she sits, melting into her chair as her knees bounce feverishly in fear. Her French-braided hair accompanies a denim headband, keeping the stray strands of brilliant wheat out of her gray eyes. Against her mother's disgust, she picks at the rubberbands attached to the hardware in her mouth. In her young 12-year-old mind, the audience seems to be doubling--no, tripling in size.

She worries if her hard work will payoff with a shiny blue ribbon--if any ribbon at all. Mrs. Ferguson and Coach Kincaid gave her nods of approval when she created elemental silver from the glucose mixture and Tollen's reagent-- who wouldn't be impressed with a 6th grader with an advanced passion for chemistry? But still, she worries.

"And," the principal continues, "our first place winner is--" The anticipation thickens the air as every movement seems to propel through space in slow motion. Like a dramatic montage of Rudy sacking the Georgia Tech quarterback to clutch the W for Notre Dame, or an injured Danny LaRusso crane-kicking Johnny Lawrence to become the All-Valley Karate Champion: this was her field; this was her stadium; this was her Hail Mary. All of the hours of research at the library; all of the frantic trips to the hobby store; the redundant presentation practices; the late evenings followed by the early mornings accompanied with the inevitable break downs. It all came down to this.

"Our first place winner is… Brynn Schuyler!" The applause is defeaning as time seems to stop. Did she hear the principal correctly? The name sounded very familiar--like her own name!

"Brynn Schuyler!" Did she really just win the coveted first place ribbon at the science fair? She froze, her tiny little body unable to process the abundance of emotion she was encountering all at once.

"Where is Brynn?" Outside of being gifted her hamster and her mom letting her wear clear lipgloss, this is the most incredible day of her life--

She feels a tap on her shoulder. "Ma'am?" The veiled-look from her eyes washes away; the clouds around her head vanish. Reality hits. "Are you Brynn Schuyler?" She feels the warmth of rose flood over her fair complexion as the barista interrupts her morning ritual: reminiscing.

"Uh--yes," as she brushes her fingers over her brow, as if to create a shield to her embarrassment.

Smooth. Real smooth, Brynn.

She quickly brightens, extending her hands, "I'm sorry. That's--"

"Iced venti white mocha latte with a blueberry muffin… and two mini cinnamon maple scones?"

I don't know what would be nicer: reading out my order for everyone to hear or calling me a 'fatass'.

"--me. Yes, thank you," she whispers with gnashed teeth behind a courtesy grin. As she slithers back down into her seat at the local coffee house, Brynn hides the pastries in her backpack, keeping them well within her reach as she continues to work: scouring the wanted ads.

Next Tuesday makes four months of no job and no steady income. She has been on seven 'promising' interviews with no avail. She is able to keep her bill collector's away with her savings account, but even that was beginning to dwindle like her existence.

Brynn is a scientists, a chemist to be exact--or at least she was. Her love for science led her from the suburbs of 'the City of Brotherly Love' to the University of Massachusetts at Amherst where she studied education. Her dream was to impose the wonders of science on young minds as they experienced the physical world around them. But, after her personal observation of the devastation of Alzheimer's disease with her grandmother, she took an unexpected internship with the Massachusetts's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center. She realized she didn't want to just teach science; she wanted to do science. One Master's degree in Chemistry later, she was well on way to making a real difference in the world. Or so she thought.

'Benson's BBQ: Host needed'--maybe. 'Browning Steel: Welder with experience'--no. 'Bus Depot: driver wanted, great benefits'--no. 'Cutshall Clearance Store--stalker needed'-- surely they don't mean 'stalker', but they may need an ad editor.

She had scored the chance of a lifetime when she was hired on as one of the first female level I Chemists at the Lincoln Laboratory at MIT. She quickly graduated from fetching coffee, dry cleaning and business lunches for her superiors--also known as a research assistance--to finally being a project manager of her very own, very first multi-million dollar research study. But after twenty-months with no success, the funding was pulled on the project, the wind knocked out of her sails. The punches didn't stop there: her team of men threw her under the metaphorical bus and it was 'off with her head,' her moment of glory now over. She often feels foolish that she thought she could actually make a difference in the world; even worse, she felt agonizing guilt for being a woman that couldn't hang in a man's world, feeling as if she was responsible for a sudden shift backwards in equality.

'Danny's Barber Shop: receptionist'--maybe. 'Danny's Cake Decorating: baker'--no. 'Danny's XXX videos: call for details'-- uh, Mr. Danny has his dick in one too many pies.

Bzzt.

Saved by the text.

She giggles to herself in seeing she has a message from her roommate Jenny. Knowing that this is about to become a full-on text conversation, probably more suitable for an actual phone call, Brynn folds up her marked-up paper, and stretches her legs. She grabs her second scone, placing it into her mouth to hold as she piles her greasy hair into messy bun on top of her head, secured with a pen.

She swipes across her spider-cracked screen; the message: 'Turn around whore! ;-P'

"Brynny!" Brynn ducks as if she is about to be hit. "I thought that was your Corolla parked outside!"

"Jenny! You scared me!" She exhales loudly. "What are you doing awake? It's--" Brynn looks at her phone, "holy shit! Is it really almost noon?" She has no place to be; she just hates the feeling of time slipping by unnoticed, especially with her not being an active participant in life these days.

"I'm sorry, girl--"as she sits her coffee cup down at Brynn's commandeered table, "And you're right--I should probably still be asleep." She stifles a yawn, "I had a very busy night--"

"At the bar?" Brynn raises an eyebrow, "Or with Xavier?" her lips curling into a knowing grin.

Xavier is the first intact penis Jenny had ever been with--and she was loving it. It had been the topic of conversation during their 3AM chats this week, but when Jenny didn't come home from her shift at the bar last night, Brynn automatically knew Jenny must be exploring the new uncharted territory at his place.

"I didn't--I mean--" Jenny let's out a scoff. "Fine. Both."

A giddy Brynn scoots her chair closer. "Ooooo do tell."

"I--" Jenny pauses for dramatic effect, "happen to have a very--"

"Insatiable appetite? Ferocious needs?" Brynn giggles as she wraps her delicate fingers around her straw, gradually sliding them up and down its length.

Jenny clears her throat, straightening out her overall posture. "I was going to say, 'healthy sex life,' but since you have to be a thirsty bitch about it--" she leans in closely to Brynn, grabbing the remains of her scone. She flanges her lips around the breakfast pastry, fluttering her eyes closed, finally letting out a soft moan when she takes a nibble. "Oh honey, he was ferocious." She draws a sip from her hot coffee before lowering her voice. "And he satiated my appetite very… very… well."

Brynn jokingly sticks her fingers in her ears, pretending to be disgusted, yet squealing in excitement. Jenny playfully hits her arm as the two women uncontrollably giggle as they continue to enjoy each other's company.

Jenny Browder and Brynn Schuyler were a very unlikely pair. They met in undergrad in a entry-level sociology course during their first semester freshmen year. Of the two, Brynn was mature and focused, especially when it came to her education. Often times, she had to be the voice of reason with a newly uncaged and untamed Jenny who was more concerned with socializing and drinking.

Jenny was brought up in a strict, Fundamentalist household, the kind that saw dancing and playing cards as evil. She somehow convinced her parents that God was calling her to attend UMass after a life-long career of being homeschooled. It was 'Goodbye, long dresses,' and, 'Hello, Bombshell Bra.'

She never returned back home. Even when she failed out after Sophomore year, she packed up her guitar and headed for Nashville to become a star. The two friends had quickly turned back into strangers.

Brynn will never forget they day Jenny stumbled back into her life. In the midst of grad school, Brynn had volunteered at a free/low-cost community health clinic offered to lower-socioeconomic families. Jenny was waiting outside the facility, chain-smoking her last four cigarettes. Brynn was unloading testing equipment when she recognized a very familiar purple butterfly tattoo.

"Jenny?" Hearing her name, she instantly responded. She looked so different--older even, weathered. Her once-lustrous auburn hair looked as if it hadn't seen a brush--or soap, for that matter-- in weeks. Her eyes had lost their glow, surrounded by gray bags. Even though she kept her arms crossed in an attempt to hide it, her stretched-tight shirt boasted a growing bump. But, perhaps the most bothersome was the severely picked scabs, scratches, and bruises, littering her entire body.

They made cordial small talk until Greg, her alcoholic and abusive fiancé, honked his horn from his rusty Ford Ranger, notifying Jenny it was time to leave. Before she could run out on her again, Brynn quickly dug a pen and Post-It pad from her white coat, and wrote down her cell number. Truth be told, she never expected her to call.

Two o'clock in the morning about 3 months later, Jenny called. In his usual anger fueled by Wild Turkey, Greg had beaten her and forced himself on her until he passed out from the exhaustion of his stuper. But, something was different this night; something snapped in Jenny's brain. Enough. Her body was frail and bleeding; but her spirit was kindled, coming alive with courage, telling her she was not broken, telling her to fight. Fueled with what could easily be described as courage--or insanity--she stole $12 from his wallet and packed an old duffle bag with a change of clothes and a water-stained Post-It note.

At a gas station outside of Boston, Brynn picked up a very pregnant Jenny. They sat in the darkness, the cabin filled with silence and stillness; but the conversation was loud and clear: Jenny was terrified. Terrified to talk, terrified to act, terrified of her past and terrified to even imagine a future. Brynn reached over and grabbed Jenny's hand as they both quietly sobbed. They weren't freshmen anymore.

All of a sudden in the quietness of the car amongst all of the chaos, a baby began to dance. Waves and ripples fluttered across Jenny's abdomen; flips and tumbles quickly ensued, becoming stronger and stronger. They took her breath away for a moment, but quickly returned in the form of tiny giggles. Brynn's eyes sparkle with wonder as she gently places her hand on her friend's belly, gently rubbing circles with her thumb and fingers. Jenny places both her hands on Brynn's, guiding her around her bump, occasionally pressing deeply until finally they are greeted with a kick.

For the first time in a long time, Jenny wasn't terrified. Her head wasn't pounding from an incessant ache, a craving for just one more hit. Her body was breathing, healing in between the throws. For the first time in a long time, Jenny had clarity. And she was ready to talk.

Jenny got the necessary help she needed. She spent time at a battered women's shelter where she was safe and protected; she was able to receive prenatal care and some deeply therapeutic counseling. She even painfully detoxed from her methamphetamine addiction. But her biggest victory: she was beginning to forgive herself, allowing herself to heal.

Six weeks later, a very round and overdue Jenny gave birth to a beautiful red-headed, 9 pound 8 ounce boy. Her heart swelled with love--a love she had never experienced before--as they placed him right on her bare chest. Overcome with joy and tears, the new mom kept him safe and sound, snuggled in a blue receiving blanket in her healing arms. She had already missed so much--she didn't want to miss another moment: she wanted to remember how his chunky cheeks felt against her lips as she kissed him. She wanted to remember the gentle smell he had after his first bath. She wanted to remember that tiny, fierce grip around her finger, a grip that would extend past her finger and right around her heart. A grip that would never let go, even well-after she laid him into his new mother's arms.

Jenny Browder is the strongest woman Brynn knows--and probably will every know. Even while she was still rummaging through the train-wreck that was her former life, Jenny had the selfless spirit of a saint and the bravery of the finest medieval warrior. She had nothing of value to her name except for her battered heart; but being the mother of all mother's, she gave her last possession away. She knew that in order to give her son the world, she had to place him in a new world.

Jenny celebrated five years of sobriety last month, and has empowered many women throughout the New England area with her story, speaking at meetings and volunteering part-time at a crisis center. She reconnected with her cousin Sean and his husband Charlie a few years back; feeling a pull to be near family, she moved to Newark, a few blocks away from the happy couple. She now has a home--an apartment--of her own, a car, and a steady income, bartending at a local, lively bar called Annex. As an added benefit, she also gets to perform twice a month with the house band. Going back to school might even be in her future; but for now, she is happy to be living life again--even if that meant hosting a squatter on her couch in the form of her best friend.

"Any luck on the job front?"

Brynn blows a raspberry with pressed lips in her exacerbation. "Well, today's options include wearing daisy duke's at a BBQ joint, or becoming a baker--possible porn star--with a man named Danny--"

Jenny laughs, "Ewww, gross. Do I even want to--"

Brynn waves her hand in front of her face, erasing the air of the horrid idea, even if it was a joke.

"Well, the perfect job is out there."

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Brynn sighs, "Oh, Jen, you have to say that--"

Before she can hang her head down, Jenny interrupts the pity party, grabbing the remains of massacred muffin from Brynn's hand. "No, I don't. And believe me--" She stares warmly into Brynn's stormy eyes, "You are a catch. You are one in a million--"

"Are we still talking about jobs, or--"

"The perfect job is out there for you--trust me! We are one day closer to it." Not missing a beat, "Speaking of which--" Jenny rocks back and forth in excitement as her heart-shaped lips spread into a smile.

Oh, God…

"What are you doing tonight?" The words almost slur together like a waterfall crashing out of her mouth.

Don't invite me out. Don't invite me out.

"I think I'm gonna--you know--stay in, order out. Look for more jobs--"

"And feel sorry for yourself?"

Damnit, she's good.

Brynn sighs deeply as she lays her head down on her crossed arms.

"Well, it's a good thing we're not going out. You are just--" she lies, "accompanying me to work--"

"Jenny!"

"Brynny," Jenny fires back as both women compete in a staring--moreso glaring contest. She gives in first to the silly gesture, her look warming with affection. "Look, I-I know things have been have sucked recently--"

That's an understatement.

"You need this. It's time to join the world again. You can't just stay cooped up in the apartment all the time--"

"Um," Brynn clears her throat. "I do believe I am in a coffee shop right now." She smirks while delicately fanning her arms out in the air, as if she was showcasing a brand new car on a game show.

"C'mon, girl," Jenny whines, "You know what I mean. Just come up to the bar. Sit and talk with me. Keep me company. Meet some of my regulars. You will feel so much better about yourself--"

"You know I have nothing to wear."

12 pounds, fucking 12 pounds, and my entire wardrobe seems to have shrunk overnight.

"We'll figure something out--I promise! C'mon!" Jenny quickly bounds to the door with a sluggish Brynn in tow. "Besides," Jenny whirls around to continue, "You have a lot of miles left in this thing--" spanking Brynn's butt. Reflexively, Brynn immediately shields her pained bottom, her mouth gaping open. Jenny continues. "I've gotch'ya with shots all night. At least come window shop--it's Thursday night, which means the corporate hotties are shopping for some young ass--"

"Oh, yes. Because a one-night-stand and a raging case of chlamydia will cure my problems--"

"Hey, a shot in the ass, and you're good as new," Jenny jokes, making her apprehensive bestie crack a smile. "That's why I said, 'window shop.' Plus they're rich and love flaunting that they are rich. So--" Jenny shrugs her shoulders, "More free drinks for you!"

Brynn folds her arms across her chest, averting her gaze into the bustling traffic. She starts chewing on the sides of her mouth while letting out a long-winded sigh, clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea. The fact is she was embarrassed of herself, of what had become of her life. There she was, merely existing, living on her best friend's couch with no prospects--job-wise and love-wise. And now that her former-slender body sprung unwelcomed curves, she feels more comfortable in hiding--from the world, and from herself.

Jenny steps back out of her black sedan. She pushes her sunglasses back into her short hair, the sunshine illuminating her scarlet layers. She places her hands on her hips as she silently challenges her friend to a battle of wills.

Brynn feels her piercing gaze, but she can't bring her self to match it. Jenny never pushes her to do anything--and now, all she wants to do is help pull her depressed house-guest out of her mucky misery. And Brynn knows that she will be grateful for the night, especially tomorrow morning. She just needed the little shove.

Brynn breaks their silence with a long, drawn out sigh. "Okay."

"Yes, yes, yes!" squeals Jenny. She slides back into the driver's seat, adjusts her sunglasses and bellows across the parking lot: "Get in loser! We're going shopping!"

Brynn could only hope it was for a new life.

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trikxx · 4 years ago

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Lookk so to mention this is not just any friends to lovers story my toxic side is screaming friends with benefits type beat so😉 there will be some heartbreaking and Shinsou talking to other girls and you talking to other boys❤️❗️this is also a poc reader sooo read if you want i dont own you🤷🏽‍♀️

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

• B***h dont kill my vibe by kendrick Lamar

• in control nba youngboy

⚠️❗️marijuana use in this chapter❗️⚠️

"Alright we have 569 orders to pack Toshi." You say to Shinsou "ok hold on." Shinsou said licking and blunt to finish rolling it. You grabbed a box of packages and put it in the living room the grabbing your computer to print out labels and receipts.

You light a candle and turn on some music (the song at the top) Shinsou puts the blunt to the side and starts labeling the packages and putting the orders together in this order costumers order, business card, thank you card, and receipt. You do final packaging and stamp for the mail marking each order off the list and putting it in the box of finished orders.

"Hey n/n wanna go get a tattoo tomorrow?"

"Sure but where?"

"You remember Sero and Denki from Highschool?"

"Yea."

"Well they opened a tattoo spot on 58th." Shinsou said "Bet we can go." You respond putting another order in the box.

*DING*

"Who is it?" You ask Shinsou cause he pick up you phone. "Armoni." "What did he say?" "He said can he come over?" Shinsou responded "Are you ok with him coming over?" You say "Yea." "Ok then tell him Its ok."

Armoni⛓💵: Is it ok if i come over?

Y/n🤍🌸| Yea. You spending the night and do you need a ride?

Y/n🤍🌸| Also do ma know?

Armoni⛓💵: yea she know and no dad dropping me off.

Armoni⛓💵: ouu i can spend the night bet. Yea if thats the case.

Y/n🤍🌸: i didn't-

Y/n🤍🌸: Aight.

You and Shinsou start back in the orders soon finishing them. "I'm tired as fuck." You say flopping down on the couch "Get untired sweetheart cause your brother is coming over and we have a blunt to smoke and food to order." Shinsou said while laying across your legs.

Y/n's pov

Shinsou lit the blunt and hit it a few times. I looked at him as he let the smoke move out his mouth softly blowing with his head back. "Like what you see?" Shinsou said looking at me with a cocky smirk thats when I noticed I was staring "shut up and pass the blunt." I say. Shinsou chuckled and gave me the blunt. I did the same thing as Shinsou but blew o's "stop trying to show out n/n." Shinsou said taking the blunt "boy ain't nobody 'showing out'." I say putting up quotation marks with your hands.

We pass the blunt back a forth a few more times until I got a notification from life 360 saying Armoni go to the apartment. Shinsou put out the blunt and put it with the spongebob rolling tray we had. I cracked the window and opened the balcony door a little bit and went in my room to put the orders away.

When I came out the room someone started knocking on the door kinda like the police (strong ass knock✋🏽💀) "Armoni Keith l/n how manys time do I have to tell you stop knocking on my fucking door like that." I say opening the door. " Dang Im sorry you aint gotta cuss at me n/n" Armoni said "Aye Shinsou where the hoes?"

I smack Armoni on the back if the head while walking past him to the living room "Ain't no hoes." I say coldly. "Yea Armoni ain't no hoes.... right now." Shinsou said smirking. "Nigga." I say with a straight face. "Im not finna do this with ya'll tonight." Shinsou and Armoni start laughing "ANYWHOO. Did you eat yet Armoni cause was finna order some food."

"Nah not yet." Armoni said. "What do ya'll want to eat?" I say walking into the kitchen with my phone to grab an water and then lean on the island.

"What about taco bell?"

"Armoni who the fuck."(sorry to the people who like taco bell) I say "ima have to agree with y/n Armoni. Who eats Taco bell?" "Uhh..obviously me." Armoni says.

"Awe naw you gotta go." I say "how about in and out? We can go out and get that." K said "im cool with that" Armoni says. "Ok." I say walking to my room. I got in to my room and pull out a pair of jogging pants and a oversized (fav anime) shirt and took off my bonnet and styled my faux locs

I grabbed my purse and house and car keys. "Yall ready?" I ask putting on my air force ones. "Been ready. We was waiting for you." Shinsou said.

Time skip

I start up my car using my remote start while we were walking to the car in the parking garage.

Everyone gets in the car. "LET ME PLAY THE MUSIC!" Armoni yells "STOP FUCKING YELLING." And it depends on what you finna play." I say turning around to look at Armoni. "Come on n/n let him play the music." Shinsou said looking at me tilting his head with puppy dog eyes. "I guess." I say rolling my eyes. "Just dont play no trash shit." I said looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Ok ok and i was going to say yall had to cause yall smoked with out me." He said making this face '😌' "boy.."

Play in control by nba youngboy

"shhhhhhhh" Shinsou said putting his finger up to your mouth and pointing to the steering wheel. "Food." I side eyed him and started backing out the parking spot and driving out the garage. Armoni start playing Nba youngboy. As much as I wanted to turn it off Shinsou wouldn't let me so we had to flow with it.

"Sk machine guns its two of us wit four nines!" Armoni rapped with the song (in control-nba young boy only song i can get down to🙌🏽 edit- i put the wrong song🙂 if you listen to yb just ignore that🧍🏽‍♀️) I turned down the radio. "What do yall want from here?" I asked they both said what they wanted and i went inside and ordered the food. As im waiting a guy comes up to me "Damn, what a fine girl like you doing out by yourself." He says "ahaha" I said sarcastically "getting food." I say still looking down at my phone. "You should me get your number." He says "you should let me get your name." I respond dodging the request. " My name is Shindo and you?" "Y/n" i say

"Order number (blah blah blah)!" The cashier says "welp thats me." I said not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Here you go ma'am." R/n says handing my bag "Thank you, have a good night" i say walking towards the door. "Hey! Uhh.. y/n you said it was!" I heard the guy from before right when I walked out the door "Hey" I said putting on a fake smile. "Can I get your number?" He asked "yea sure" I say pulling out my phone to put his number in.

Shinsou's pov

As me and Armoni are just chilling the car I see y/n coming out on in and out but she getting stopped by someone "who the fuck.." I say "what wron... oh shit" Armoni says. "You know who that is?" Armoni asks me. "Not at all." I tell him. Im not gonna lie i was jealous. But like fr who is that. I see y/n put her phone back the guy tried to hug her but she away "she dont want em" me and Armoni said at the same time and busted out laughing

"What are yall laughing at?" Y/n said opening the back door putting the food in the car. "You petty for doing that to that dude." Armoni said trying to stop laughing. "Awe well he was the on that didn't realize." Y/n said " But you still gave him your number though ." I said. "Yea Im finna block his number rn." Y/n said pulling her phone back out.

Y/n's pov

"Aye. Disconnect from my car now." I said to Armoni "whyyyy?" Armoni whined. " Disconnect or get out. Either way your still disconnecting just the second one your walking." I said smiling at him "ok ok"

I started playing my playlist.

~Time skip~

Shinsou's pov

We got back to the apartment and everybody got comfortable and we ate and watched movies Armoni went into his room and got in the bed around 3 am. Me and y/n were still in the living room. Y/n was laying on me and I was laying on the couch.

~30 minutes later~

"Hey y/n..." she fell asleep on me. 'How cute' I chuckled and just stayed there not wanting to wake her up to put her in her bed. I kept watching f/a that Y/n had put on after Armoni went to bed.

*DING*

Kami💀⚡️: Yoooo are yall coming through to the shop tmrw

Hitoshi☄️: yea why wouldn't we😃.

Kami💀⚡️: just asking cause you guys change up plans really quick if ya know what i mean😉

Hitoshi☄️: stfu. It was only once.

Kami💀⚡️: if you say soo Hitoshi😌

Hitoshi☄️: stop fucking texting me.

It was only once we only did it once. Me and Y/n were supposed to go to their shop the other day but thing between me and y/n go heated and we ended up in bed together but thats besides the point. "Yo Hitoshi your still woke?" Armoni said walking into the living room. "Just up to get som..."Armoni stopped and look at me then down. "Uhmmm..." Armoni went back to his room and got his phone.

"Moms is gonna love this." Armoni said taking a picture. "Why you take a.... fuck Armoni delete it now." I whisper yelled still trying not wake up y/n

"Why should I delete it? Why ya'll ain't tell nobody you guys were a 'thing'?" Armoni shot back. "Cause we're not. Bruh delete the pic and we stay safe. You know your sister is crazy and if she finds out thats the end of our lives." I say slightly sitting up causing y/n to move around a little bit. "Valid point I'll delete it on one case." I was over joyed til the last part.

"Let me drive the car tomorrow." Armoni said. I sighed knowing either way this might be my last week on earth. "Ok." "Anddd deleted thank you for your service." Armoni said taking his water and going back to his room.

I layed back down trying to comprehend what just happened.

*DING*

"What the fuckkkk." I say reaching over to y/n's phone.

*New message from (***)-***-****

(***)-***-****: Hey y/n this Shindo😉.

*read*

I looked at the phone for a little bit 'who is Shindo'

(***)-***-****: from In&out we met there just yesterday.

(***)-***-****: shit. My bad for blowing up your phone just realized how late it is. Text me back when you see this👋🏽.

'Wow' I think to myself bro really is blind. Would this be considered harassment. Maybe I'm tripping... im still high as fuck. Maybe I should go to sleep. I cut on another show to try and fall asleep on but I couldn't. I kept thinking what if she falls for him?

"Y/n." I say shaking her a little bit "come on" Motioning her to wrap her legs and arms around me so I can put her in her bed. "Can I sleep in here?" I ask "Bruh your room is down the hall go there." She said in a sleepy voice. "I dont feel like ittttt" i say.

Y/n slow turned over to face me. "I dont have the energy to argue with you." She said "I take that as a yes." I say getting into her bed.

I felt y/n snuggle under me trying to find warmth so I grabbed and held her close to me. "Goodnight." I say. No response so I start to let go "ok ok night." I heard y/n say. "Mhm thats what I thought." After a while I was able to fall asleep.

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This chapter took 5 ever to write but it was worth it I really hope you guys liked this chapter.

🌸L O V E Y A B E B E S🌸

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Spells of Defiance (Atem x Reader x Yugi) Chapter 4

Four: Lead

One //// Two //// Three //// Four //// Five //// Six //// Seven //// [Eight coming soon]

Summary: The Circle of Magicians protects the world from rogue, murderous fey. The police who keep bloodsuckers and flesh-eaters in check. You’ve hunted vampires for years, earning a reputation as one of the best magicians in that field; but what happens when an encounter with a particular vampire makes your already fragile loyalties split?

Supernatural/Demon Hunter AU. Vampire!Atem x Reader x Incubus!Yugi (yes, a polyamorous relationship). Warnings for cursing, vulgar language, violence, and some sexual themes.

This is a fic I’ve already posted this on my AO3 but I wanted to spread the Yu-gi-oh x Reader love here on tumblr.

The apartment was small, graying walls and a tattered curtain separating the living room and kitchenette from the dinky bedroom. It had been vacant when you kicked in the already busted door, but that was alright. You didn’t even have to wait long before you heard that same door’s handle rattle as someone else entered. The ghoul was muttering to himself, carrying a nondescript paper bag that reeked of raw meat. He didn’t even notice you.

You waited until he shut the door behind him and was just about to reach for the light switch before you spoke. “Hello, Bonz.”

He gasped and spun on his heels, peering into the dark at the chair you were seated on. He froze like a possum in the road when he realized it was you. One heartbeat. Two. Then-

“Oh fuck this!”

He dropped the bag and bolted towards the heavy curtains of his window. You sighed, “Told you he’d go for the window.”

Before Bonz could reach them the curtains flew open and Yugi spread his wings wide, making quite the picture as he perched on the windowsill and blocked the exit. The ghoul screeched as he tumbled to the ground in shock at the sight, but quickly scrambled to his feet and started towards the front door. He let out another frightened scream when Atem stepped out from the shadows and leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

“No fair!” the ghoul cried, “since when do you run with demons?! Why do ya have to scare the piss outta me like that?”

You got up from the seat and made your way over to his cowering form, Yugi and Atem closing in as well. “Relax, Bonz, I just want to talk.”

The man scoffed, running his fingers raggedly through his scraggly blue hair, “Yeah right! I’ve still got a scar on my ass from the last time you wanted to ‘talk’!”

When you noticed Yugi and Atem giving you very interested looks at the statement, you threw your hands up, exasperated, “I was aiming for his leg and the little roach squirmed at the last second.”

“Because you were trying to stab me!”

He jumped when your hard gaze snapped back to him with a growl. “And do I need to remind you why I was trying to stab you?” When the ghoul only gulped audibly you continued, “Now, we won’t have to have a repeat of my last visit if you play nice and give me the info I want.”

Bonz tried to sit up straighter, as if to look more dignified or important. “Sure sure, you know you can always count on me! What do you need to know?”

“Have you heard anything about the vampire Marik? He’s been getting quite the following recently.”

You hadn’t thought it possible, what with the paperwhite skin ghouls had, but Bonz seemed to go paler at the name. “Aw geez, why’d you have to ask about him? He’s one scary bloodsucker and his followers are crazy! They busted up one of Pegasus’ clubs for kicks about a month back, then Marik killed em to make an example since he didn’t order them to do it.”

“Alright, nice to know, but can you tell me where any of his followers are, or maybe even Marik himself? You still do odd jobs for fey who pay the right price, any chance Marik hired you to do something for him?”

Bonz had learned long ago that you could tell when he lied, not to mention how...annoyed you got when he wasted your time. So there was no surprise when he started sweating bullets under your stern gaze.

“If you’re worried about Marik coming after you for talking, I can promise we’ll protect you from his wrath,” Atem assured, apparently taking the role of good cop to your bad cop.

The ghoul spared the vampire a glance, then looked back at you as he said, “L-Listen, I heard that he likes picking up random humans off the streets and playing with them before he sucks them dry. That and the bit about his cronies going after Pegasus is all I’ve heard about. I swear- I swear I haven’t seen or heard anything else about him, I’ve been staying clear of that psycho!”

“Where does he pick up these humans?” Yugi cut in.

“All over, mostly slummy areas like this, but all over the city from what I hear. I promise that’s everything I know!”

After a second, Yugi and Atem exchanged a look with you, silently asking if you believed him. You leaned down more to the short ghoul’s level as he remained cowering on the floor. To his credit, he kept his eyes on yours as you stared daggers into his soul, though he was still sweating buckets and barely containing his shaking.

A few heartbeats passed, then you closed your eyes, sighed, and leaned back again. “He’s telling the truth, he doesn’t know anything else.”

“Oh thank god,” Bonz breathed, visibly relaxing.

“So, is there anything else he can help us with?” Atem asked.

“Not much, but...” Your eyes darted back down to the ghoul, “Bonz!”

“Yes, ma'am?!”

“If you hear anything about Marik, anything at all, contact me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

He nodded his head, “Sure thing! But, uh, don’t expect much from me, ya know. Like I said, I want to stay clear of the nut job.”

You made sure to give him another hard glare before starting towards the door. Yugi and Atem followed close behind and Yugi set the busted door back in place as you three stepped out into the dingy hallway.

Once you were back outside (and Yugi had concealed his demonic features again) you let out an irritated sigh.

“That was little help. Marik is smart, he picks his victims up all over town so we can’t pinpoint his hideout.”

“What about that other thing he said?” Yugi asked, “He said something about him going after some clubs owned by another fey?”

You scratched the back of your neck, already feeling uneasy about that particular lead. “Yeah, Pegasus. I have an in with him, but...let’s just say I want to make sure I can’t get a lead from someone else first. He isn’t a man we want to owe favors to.”

“So, what now?” Atem asked

Your eyes drifted towards the sky as you thought if only to avoid the unseemly sight of the dirty street before you. “There’s someone I can talk to who might know about the disappearances. We can go to her bar if you two don’t mind the walk.”

When both men agreed without hesitation you started walking in that direction, though you had only managed a block before Atem was suddenly gripping your arm tight. You turned and looked in the direction he was staring and saw a posh, dark blue limousine coming down the street. A car like that was so obviously out of place in these slums that it was almost comical. The thing that got Atem worried though, was that you three were the only ones on the dark street and its headlights were trained right on your trio.

Atem took his grips on both you and Yugi and started sprinting down the street but the tailgater was too fast. The limo swerved into the street before you could cross with speed and ease that should be impossible for such a long vehicle. It screeched to a halt so that the back window was almost directly in front of the three of you. It rolled down to reveal a young man with brown hair and eyes the color and temperature of ice. You recognized him from his picture on the ‘persons of interest’ board at the Sanctuary.

“Get in,” Seto Kaiba snapped.

Atem let out a growl and moved to pull both you and Yugi to the other side of the limo, but you stopped him. “Wait! He’s not one of Marik’s. I think we should go with him.”

Both of your companions looked at you with concern for a moment, “Are you sure?” Atem asked.

“He’s Seto Kaiba and if what I’ve heard about him is true, he doesn’t work with or for anyone, especially not vampires.”

“Get in now or I’m taking my back the generous offer I’m about to give you,” the dragon all but snarled.

You opened the door and climbed inside, figuring the boys could leave this to you if they really didn’t want to come. They did, apparently, or at least didn’t want to leave you alone with the dragon, because they climbed in right after you (Atem looking quite annoyed, you may add).

The limo pulled back out into the road the moment Yugi shut the door, jostling all three of you about until the ride smoothed out. When you got your bearings and looked up, you saw that the famed fey was not alone. Mokuba had a very mischievous grin on his face, looking quite relaxed in the fine leather seats. The youngling leaned forward a bit and sniffed the air in front of you.

“Yup! This is her, alright. She’s the one that helped me escape!”

You quirked a brow at him, “You knew my scent?”

“I have a way better nose than most dragons,” he declared with a prideful smirk, “That was a nice glamour charm you put on when you broke me out, but it didn’t cover your scent and I remembered it from all the times you passed my cell.”

Yugi crossed his arms, pursing his lips a bit as he muttered, “In other words, he thought you were cute and memorized your scent every time you walked by.”

“Hey, watch it, sex demon!” Mokuba hissed, his cheeks turning a tab pink. “It’s not like that, we’re here on business, that’s all!”

Beside him, his older brother nodded. “Exactly, and we don’t have time for squabbling so listen and listen carefully.” His cold eyes locked on you and you heard no warmth or genuine gratitude in his tone as he said, “Even though we didn’t need your help and I’m sure you did it for your own benefit, the simple fact is that you helped my brother escape from the Circle. Some might perceive that as me being in your debt, and I don’t like open debts.”

He picked up the thick blue folder from his lap and tossed it to the floorboard between you. Really, he couldn’t just hand it to one of you? Jerk. Atem kept his eyes on Kaiba and he leaned forward and plucked the folder from the ground. As he started looking through it, Seto continued his mini-speech.

“The three of you are looking for the blood-sucker Marik. I make it my business to know what’s going on in this city, especially regarding other fey. That’s a list of all the places I know Marik has used as a hideout in the last five months.”

“But not his current whereabouts?” Atem accused.

The dragon bared his teeth, “That list is better than anything the Circle- or anyone for that matter, has on Marik. And from what I can tell it’s the best lead you have, so be thankful I’m giving you that.”

“How did you know we were looking for him?” you asked.

Kaiba closed his eyes, somehow making the look seem smug, “Like I said I make it my business to know fey business. That includes the goings-on in the Circle.” He eyed your right hand for a second. “Also count yourself lucky that I have no interest in telling the council where they can find their latest traitor.”

With that, he tapped his fist against the side of the limo and it came to another screeching halt, almost sending you to the ground if it weren’t for Yugi’s tail wrapping around you quickly.

The door beside Atem opened as Seto said, “That’s all you’ll be getting in return for helping my brother. Now get out.”

The dragon’s limo drove off the moment you three were on the sidewalk and it almost gave you whiplash to think of how quick the exchange had been. Atem was flipping through the files again, the lines on his face growing deeper the longer he looked.

“He acted as though this was some great charity, but it’s almost useless to us. Marik is not foolish, he won’t have left much behind at any hideout.”

“Maybe not, but it might help us establish a pattern on where he tends to go, and where he might go next,” you put forth, taking the folder from his hand and flicking through it yourself. “This is better than nothing, at least...” You snapped the folder shut and looked up at your companions. “Change of plans. We’ll visit my other acquaintance another night. We should probably get back home, I’ll study the file tonight and see if I can establish a pattern.”

You turned to head in the direction of the house but happened to catch Yugi’s small smile and faltered. Only after quirking a questioning brow at him did you realize you had used words that inferred their house was yours too. Yugi said nothing, simply continued to smile as he and Atem started walking towards home. You had to shake your head before falling in step with them. Not for the first time, such easy acceptance into their lives caught you off guard. Not just your acceptance, but theirs as well.

You could most definitely get used to Yugi’s home cooking. Hamburgers where his specialty, apparently (and his personal favorite) but he made quite a nice fish and rice dish that night that made you want to hum in delight at the first bite. The Circle had by no means fed you slop, in fact, their focus on giving their members good meals was one of the few things you gave them credit for. But something about seeing Yugi hum to himself in delight as he cooked, the smile on his face when he asked how it was, and even the cute apron he wore made it all seem more… Well, you didn’t know what, but it was pleasant.

A slight bit of dread crept up your back when you went to bed that night, worried that the side effects of Yugi’s magic hadn’t worn off yet and you’d once again find yourself in their bed. Thankfully, when you woke the next morning, you were still tucked under the covers of the guest room, Kaiba’s file papers and a map of domino scattered about since you had fallen asleep at your work last night.

After consulting your notes, putting away the files, and getting through your morning routine, you wandered into the kitchen to find Yugi and Atem starting their morning like the had the previous day: Yugi making breakfast and Atem reading the paper.

“Good morning!” Yugi greeted with a smile, “Are eggs and toast okay for breakfast?”

“Of course,” you smiled back at him, it’s not like you were going to say no when he was already making said eggs. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can make the toast if you want.”

After you moved to do just that, you heard Atem rise from his seat and make his way to the other side of the kitchen island and the other side of you.

He leaned against the counter as he said, “Did you make much headway with Kaiba’s notes last night?”

You nodded, “I did, actually. Apparently Marik likes to make vacant houses into his hideouts. All of the places he’s stayed at were either up for sale, or the owner was on vacation while he stayed there. Marik also seems to stick to higher ends of town for his hideouts and if Kaiba’s intel is accurate, he changes every week or so. He’s run out of new neighborhoods to hit and seems to be hitting the same neighborhoods again, just in a different order. With the way he’s changed up the order he’s hitting them this time, I think I narrowed his next base down to three neighborhoods. I want to investigate my possibilities today. I might just find his current hidey-hole.”

Atem did not smile at the news, though his eyes seemed more alight as he said, “We should wait until nightfall, that way we can come with you.”

“No need, I can investigate this part on my own,” you assured as you dropped the second set of bread in the toaster.

His eyes actually narrowed a bit. “It isn’t safe, you shouldn’t go alone.”

Despite yourself, a pang of annoyance started to crawl up your chest, “Don’t worry about me, I can handle it-”

“Marik is dangerous, you’re putting yourself in danger by going by yourself.”

Atem was almost shouting now and your annoyance rose as you turned to face his glare with one of your own.

“What makes you think I don’t know that? I’ve been tracking him for a long time, trust me, I’m not ignorant of how dangerous he is!”

“Then why won’t you let us come with you?” he growled.

Behind you, you heard Yugi try to cut in with some placating remark, but you were beyond annoyance now and growled right back at the vampire. “Look, I’ve been tracking bloodthirsty fey for years, by myself, long before you came into the picture! I can do this on my own, I don’t need your help!”

Something made a snapping noise and you barely took note that Atem was gripping the frame of the door hard enough to crack. “Pride and stubbornness won’t lead to anything but you’re death! I won’t let you get yourself killed!”

“Let me- Let me!?” Again Yugi tried to step in, physically that time, but you were already turning your back on both of them. “I’ll let you know when you have any damn right to tell me what I can and can’t do!”

The moment you made to storm out of the kitchen you felt Yugi reach out to you, barely missing your arm with his fingertips. Both of them called out your name but anger kept your feet moving all the way until you were slamming the front door behind you, running down the stairs and stepping out into the backyard. You heard footsteps giving chance and Yugi’s voice calling out but the haze of anger blocked it out. Desperate not to have to face either of them, you cast a teleportation spell and zapped yourself out of there in an instant.

Your heart was still beating erratically when you reappeared in the posher part of town and you couldn’t make sense of the odd cocktail of emotions surging through you as you paced the well-kempt alleyway. Who did Atem think he was treating you like that? Like a child?! Didn’t he understand that you had been shoved into danger like this by yourself since you were a goddamned teenager? He didn’t know half the things you’d seen and done, he had no right to-

You cursed under your breath when you realized you were setting the cuff of your jacket on fire in your anger. With the seal gone you had to more actively control the waves of magic flowing to your palm, lest it answer to your emotions like that.

After patting the sizzle out, you made yourself release a long sigh, trying to calm the surge of emotions.

As you calmed, your mind replayed the way both of them had called to you as you stormed out, your name acting a one-word plea asking you to stay. Yugi had tried to play peacemaker, but you ignored him. Footsteps had followed you down the stairs but you hadn’t wanted to hear them.

Then a thought came unbidden to your mind; they had simply been worried about you.

The feeling was almost alien. Throughout your whole life, the only companions who had ever shown any kind of concern for your life were Mana and Mahad. The Circle in general only cared to the extent of keeping their investment well enough to work. You were a soldier, and soldiers died all the time.

You slumped against a brick wall and buried your face in your hands as another uncomfortable mix of emotions crept in.

Those thoughts and more swam in your mind for what felt like forever, all the way until you felt the need to punch something even if it was the brick wall! You couldn’t think about all this right now. You had your mission and you needed to stay focused. So, you took a deep breath and packed the feelings away, before stepping out of the alley.

Despite your best efforts those and other uneasy thoughts kept sneaking in as you made your way down the nice streets. Not just that, but soon a growl from your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t gotten to taste Yugi’s breakfast before storming out. Guilt, irritation, and hunger all proved hard to keep at bay as you kept ears and eyes out for anything that might be of interest to your mission.

The first neighborhood on your list was an area full of nice, high-end houses and not much else. With them being so close to each other you wondered why Marik would risk hiding out here when neighbors had a high chance of hearing or seeing his goings-on. Maybe the bastard liked the challenge and risk of being discovered, yet another thing he could feel pride over as the Circle continued to fail in capturing him.

Based on the dragon’s intel, you of course looked for any houses that were vacant. Ones up for sale were easy enough to note, what with the signs in the front yards (Marik must take those down while he was hiding out to avoid any interested buyers peeking around). However, if Marik was smart, which he was, he would stick to houses that were only vacant for the week or two he stayed there, and those were harder to spot. Mail piled up in a letterbox was a sure sign of someone being on vacation, but unless you watched the houses all day or more, there weren’t many other signs.

Time to get creative.

The white fence and front door flanked by petunia beds looked almost too stereotypical but it seemed like a good place to start. Another advantage you had over other magicians was that people hardly assumed a young cute woman like you would be up to no good. A middle-aged housewife in a pink blouse answered your knock with an all too-bright smile. Perfect, she looked just like the type who would know the boring business of all her neighbors.

You got straight to the point in a voice so cheerful that it almost strained your vocal cords. “Hi there! I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

The frantic expression you put on must have been convincing, because she looked as worried as a mother finding her kid crying as she said, “Oh of course, honey! What’s wrong?”

“Well you see, I work for a house sitting company and someone in this neighborhood hired us to look after their house while they’re on vacation- but the residential information they gave seems to be wrong! My boss doesn’t know what happened, maybe just a typo or something? Anyway I don’t want to disappoint the family who hired us so I’m trying to find the right house. All I know is the house is in this neighborhood and I have the key here,” you flashed the spare key Yugi had given you yesterday, “do you know what house I might be looking for?”

The woman’s eyes brightened in an instant, pleased that she could help. “Oh! Well, you must be looking for Doctor Kris’ house! He went on vacation earlier this week,” she stepped out into her front porch beside you and pointed down the road, “his house is the blue one there on the right, with the blossom tree in the front yard.”

You gave a dramatic sigh of relief, “Oh thank you so so much! You’re a real lifesaver!”

The woman actually flushed just a bit and smiled pleasantly, “It’s no trouble at all, dear, happy to help!”

After another thank you and wave goodbye you walked back down the stone steps with your first possible vampire hideout marked. It was almost scarily easy to fool people when you looked as unassuming as you did. Use the right words, ones that made you seem like a victim or simple helpful bystander, and others would open their mouths without a second thought. It didn’t matter that the key you flashed wouldn’t open any of the houses here, showing it still looked like evidence that you were who you said you were. Of course, there were other ways to get the info you needed out of the neighbors, but you were running low on daze powder and preferred to use it only as a last resort.

You continued that little scam act not only in the other neighborhoods you investigated, but also on others in the same neighborhoods, just in case there were more vacant houses to discover. Only one person you approached was at all suspicious -an old man who looked like he’d glare down a butterfly fluttering in his garden- but everyone else was all too happy to help you.

In the end, you had five possible places Marik might be hiding. As you discovered each location, you made sure to do a quick investigation of the perimeter, looking for any surefire signs of vampiric residence, but nothing stuck out at any of the houses. You told yourself that it was just Marik being smart, but you still worried that all these leads were a bust.

After taking note of the final house on your list, you started making up your formal report to the Council in your head as-

You shook your head almost violently when you realized what you were doing. You didn’t answer to the Circle anymore, there wasn’t a report to make or council to answer to now. Now all you had in the way of backup were Yugi and Atem.

Another sigh left you at the sudden wave of guilt coming back in at the thought of them. You weren’t sure what to do about how you had left things with the boys that morning.

Well, regardless, you told yourself that you had done enough on your own and the next step called for more help; you weren’t about to storm the potential hideout of the Circle’s most wanted vampire alone. Besides, Atem deserved to be there when you caught him. You and the boys needed to do the next step together.

By the time you had made it back to the Mystic Box’s front door your nerves had worked up quite a frenzy in your chest and stomach. You had to tell yourself thrice over that avoiding Atem and Yugi would accomplish nothing as you approached the shop.

Then, a distraction from the knots forming inside you came in the form of two women. Through the large display window of the shop, you saw two of the girls from the salon next door (two of the ones who had been ogling Yugi the day before) standing at the counter talking to Yugi. Just like the day prior, you could already tell the incubus seemed uncomfortable with their attention; shifting his feet and eyes darting about as he tried his best not to fidget with his hands.

You opened the door and had to actively tell yourself not to slam it open as you stepped in. The women didn’t notice or care but Yugi’s eyes flickered to the door, then they widened at the sight of you. He threw you that easy, gentle smile of his as he turned his back on the girls and started putting items on the shelf, obviously having been in the middle of that task already.

“Come on, Yugi!” one of the girls cooed, the dark-haired one with the large breasts, which she was doing her best to display as she leaned over the counter towards Yugi. “You’ve never come to any of my parties, surely you and that cute roommate of yours could come just this once!”

“You two hardly ever get out,” The short blonde purred, actually sitting on the counter and reaching out to brush her hand down Yugi’s arm. “It’s time for you to have some fun. I promise we’ll show you a good time.”

If you hadn’t had enough of them before, that suggestive tone certainly put you over the edge. You closed the rest of the space between the door and the counter as you said, very firm and clear, “Sorry, girls, but it’s my fault they can’t come this time. They already promised to help me with a project.”

The blonde shot you a glare that could rival your sharpest dagger, “Who’re you again?”

“A friend,” Yugi cut in, a little more sharply than you were expecting. He turned back to the girls with an apology in his eyes, “I really am sorry, but like she said, we already promised to help her. Maybe next time.”

The brunette scoffed and leaned back, “Alright, alright. But next time you’re coming to the party even if I have to drag you there, cutie.” She ended with a wink towards Yugi, then her friend hopped off the counter and with a flirty “Bye Yugi!” they said in unison, they were walking out of the store without sparing you another glance.

When the door shut Yugi slumped against the counter with a sigh. “Thanks for that, I thought they’d never leave.” He then looked up and that smile was back in place, only wider and somehow even warmer. “I’m glad you’re back. Did you- uh, find anything while you were out?”

The knots returned tenfold at Yugi’s very suddenly bashful demeanor. Maybe he wasn’t certain how upset you were. Or ...maybe Atem was still angry at you and Yugi hoped to avoid another fight.

Not wanting bitter feelings to bubble back up, you coughed and ran a hand through your hair as you said, “Yeah, I did, actually. I wanted to talk to you and Atem about what I found and our next move.”

“Great- I mean, that’s great!” Yugi said a little too enthusiastic as he walked out from behind the counter. He grabbed a 'back in 10 minutes' sign from behind the counter and quickly went to the front door. After locking it and putting up the sign, he said, "We can talk about it now, sooner the better, right?" before ushering you up the stairs.

There you found Atem in a rather domestic scene, folding laundry in the living room of all things. His attention snapped to the door the moment Yugi opened it and when he saw you he seemed to stiffen by the smallest bit.

He stood, abandoning the dark tank top he had been folding, and walked towards you two, “You’re back, is everything alright?”

You nodded, noting the tense way Yugi positioned himself between you two, though off to the side. “I did. I think I narrowed the possible places Marik might be hiding down to five houses.”

“You didn’t charge into any of these places by yourself, did you?”

“Atem,” Yugi’s one-word scolding was firm as he looked at the vampire with a warning in his usually soft eyes.

You ignored the slight twinge of annoyance in the back of your mind and said, “No, I didn’t. I knew we not only needed a plan but that all three of us should investigate them together.”

The tension in Atem’s body eased as he uncrossed his arms and looked at you with a softer expression. “Alright, so we start checking these places one by one tonight?”

“Actually, I was thinking about going tomorrow, during the day. It’s the best time to hit a vampire, after all.” When Atem quirked a brow that said ‘what about the vampire on your side’ you continued. “I noticed that Yugi has the ingredients I need to make another daylight ring for you in the shop. It’ll take me tonight and tomorrow morning to make, and it’ll be a lower grade one that only lasts a couple of hours, but I figured we could catch Marik unawares and hit the spots before the sun sets.”

Yugi and Atem exchanged a look for a moment, then Yugi said, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Atem nodded and opened his mouth to say something- that is, until your stomach decided to make itself known with a hungry growl. Oh, right, it was well after noon and you still hadn’t eaten. Heat shot up into your face as both boys looked at you with wide eyes.

“You didn’t get anything to eat while you were out, did you?” The light, but somehow still firm scolding in Yugi’s tone made you shift your gaze to the ground.

“...No…”

Yugi sighed as he walked toward the door, “Atem, make sure she eats something before she comes back down to the shop, she isn’t allowed to starve herself!”

When the door closed behind Yugi, you looked up and found Atem smirking at you. With an annoyed huff, you turned on your heel and started towards the door as well, but Atem stepped into your path with crossed arms.

“I guess I was right to assume you were the type who skips meals in favor of their work. Now, I may not be as good a cook as Yugi, but I’m sure I can make you something easily enough.”

“The two of you don’t have to take care of me,” your tone wasn’t nearly as biting as you worried it would be, in fact, it sounded rather weak and halfhearted, more bashful than anything.

When a hand reached out and gently touched your shoulder you looked up and met Atem’s eyes. “We’re allowed to worry about our friends. We simply want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

Though he didn’t say it outright, you knew the statement wasn’t just about the skipped meal. You didn’t want to just come out and say an ‘I’m sorry’ and maybe he didn’t either. Or rather, maybe neither of you needed to. The guilt that had been gnawing at you all day seemed to dissipate as Atem gave you a small, but still warm smile.

“Come, let’s get you something to eat.”

The sandwich and chips you ended up having wasn’t a perfect meal, but it was enough to fill you up until dinner. As soon as you were done with it, you went back downstairs, assured Yugi that you had eaten, and were now camped out in the backroom of the magic shop with your tools ready.

You had asked Atem for the daylight ring you already gave him, since re-enchanting the item would be easier than doing it from scratch, and were surprised when he simply pulled it off of his ring finger. He had been wearing it amongst his other adornments since you have it to him. Maybe he simply liked the rune-like design on it.

About an hour had passed since you set up your little workshop when Yugi popped his head into the room.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked, scanning over the herbs and chalked symbols circling the ring on the floor. “More juniper or anise? Maybe something to drink while you work?”

You smiled up at him, “No, I’m okay. This part of the enchantment just takes some waiting.”

“Well, I’ll wait with you then!” Yugi left the door open just enough to hear the front door’s bell should a customer come in, before settling on the ground beside you. Then, the moment he had settled, Yugi’s eyes suddenly went wide, “I won’t disturb anything being here, will I?”

You actually chuckled at him, “No, not at all. I’m just waiting for the symbols to infuse its magic with the herbs.”

“Okay, good.” Yugi flashed that bashful smile at you and a few moments of silence passed before his grin fell and he scratched the back of his neck. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something. About this morning, Atem wasn’t trying to order you around or anything. Sure he can be a bit bossy sometimes, but really he was just worried about your safety. He’s known Marik for a long time and...well, let's just say he knows first hand how brutal he can be.”

Your eyes stayed focused on the ring before you as you took in Yugi’s words for a moment. “I’ve been wondering what connection Atem has to Marik since I met him, but I didn’t think it was my place to ask.”

“He’s pretty mysterious when he wants to be, isn’t he? It took him a while to open up about all of that to me too. Still, you should know at least the basics about it since we might actually be catching up to Marik...” Yugi took in a deep breath, and when he let it out he said, “Marik was the one who turned Atem into a vampire.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the words, though truly it wasn’t that shocking. Vampires often had deep connections to the ones who sired them, good or bad. Though you had yet to meet Marik face to face, you were sure he was an old vampire, just like Atem.

“I see,” you said eventually, “Marik may try to use that connection to get under Atem’s skin when we confront him. Though something tells me Atem will be ready for that.” You finally looked back over at Yugi and gave him the smallest of smiles, “Thank you for telling me, Yugi. Maybe he’ll feel comfortable talking to me about it more someday.”

Yugi returned the smile in an instant, only his was notably more bright. Maybe he liked that your words hinted at the fact that you were planning on hanging around for a long time. You hadn’t actively decided that, it just seemed...natural at this point. Even though your mission to catch Marik might be drawing to a close soon.

Unfortunately, Yugi did not get the chance to talk to you much more after that since a few customers came in soon after the reveal of Atem’s past. It took a couple of hours, but you managed to infuse the protection and sun magic of the herds and magician’s circle into the ring. Now all that was left to do was hang it in a window where it would absorb the rays of the sun when it rose and hung in the sky for several hours the next day.

You finished just in time to help Yugi close the shop and make dinner. You hadn’t realized how much you were looking forward to Yugi’s cooking until you smiled at the way he hummed to himself, stirring the pan of steaming potatoes, adorned in his apron patterned in light pink stars.

Over dinner, you told the boys a little more about the houses you thought might be harboring Marik, as well as some tips on how to break in without being detected (though you were somehow sure Atem knew a tick or two in that already). Yugi also mentioned that he had contacted a friend of there’s, a werewolf with a nose that would come in handy when checking the spots out. That was a good idea, not only to give you a clue on if a vampire was actually inside but if anyone else was with him and how many enemies to expect.

During said meal and talks, you noticed the heavy set to Atem’s shoulders and the stony seriousness to his face that never wavered during the discussion. You were growing worried about him and what was weighing on his mind, especially when he excused himself to the balcony as you and Yugi washed the dishes.

Through the glass doors to the balcony, you saw the way Atem looked out at the stars with that heavy expression still on his face. You must have been glancing that direction more than you thought because eventually, Yugi gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow and when you turned to look at him, his expression was a gentle, understanding one.

“Go on, he could use someone to talk to. I can finish up here.”

You shook your head at the offer, “You’re the one who should go talk to him, Yugi. Anything I can say will mean more coming from someone he loves.”

“But there’s something on your mind too, I can tell there’s something you want to tell him,” Yugi amended with a look that said he could see through you and Atem easily. He gave you another nudge, this time with his hip, tail flicking across your legs as he did, “Go tell him what you think he needs to hear, then we can all do something fun together after.”

He wasn’t wrong, there was something that had been on your mind since Yugi talked to you about Atem. It was a hard subject to breach, but the more you thought about it, the more you knew it had to be said. With a defeated sigh you handed Yugi the pot you had been scrubbing, dried your hands, and walked towards the balcony.

When you stepped out Atem looked over his shoulder at you.

“Um, hi,” you wanted to cringe at how awkward you sounded and looked as you gave him a little wave. “I wanted to ask how you’re doing. You must have a lot on your mind right now.”

Lids closed over those deep scarlet eyes before he turned away again, “I do. But you needn't worry.”

“I thought we were allowed to care and worry about our friends.”

You tried not to sound too smug at using his own words against him, though you also hoped to ease the tension a bit. When he didn’t say anything about your remark, you let out another sigh. If he wasn’t going to talk about his feelings, you might as well get to the topic you wanted to bring up with him.

“Listen, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

He didn’t answer you, though you somehow knew he was listening. This was going to be a hard topic to bring up. Might as well rip the bandaid off in one blunt go.

“Killing Marik won’t make you human again.”

Silence.

“I know that it’s a popular belief, that killing a sire will cure all the vampires they turned, but it’s a myth, it doesn’t work like that.”

Again, silence.

“I- I’m not trying to be cruel or make you upset, but I knew I needed to tell you-”

“I know.”

Atem drew in a deep breath after the gentle words and finally, he turned to face you. Your heart ached a bit when you saw the emotion in his eyes.

“This isn’t about becoming human again. I’ve known for a long time that I will never get my humanity back. This is about justice. Not just for myself, but all the people he’s hurt in his life.” Another stretch of silence passed but you knew he had more to say and waited with patience. “For centuries I’ve not been able to escape Marik. I was his first, the first one he turned into a monster. I knew him before he was a vampire, he and his family worked for my father. I didn’t know it at the time, but Marik hated my family, and me specifically. I don’t know the details of how he became what he is, but he used his new powers to get what he considered revenge on my family.” He swallowed something in his throat and you worried he was holding back tears. “He slaughtered everyone in our household. But he left me and my father for last. He made my father watch as he turned me, then, when he was done, Marik killed him too.” Atem closed his eyes against the memory, “My father lived just long enough to watch his only son become a monster.”

“You aren’t a monster,” the slight choke in your own voice surprised you but you didn’t care. You took a step closer and stopped just short of grabbing him by the arms. “Trust me, Atem, I know what a monster is, I’ve hunted them all my life.” Indeed, memories of bloodstained rooms, screams of the deepest agony, and bodies too young and too small filled your head. “Marik wanted to make you into one, but you’re not. You’re stronger than him, you’re better than him, and-” you took in a sharp breath, and found the strength in your words as Atem met your eyes. “And we’re going to stop him together.”

For a few heartbeats, he stared back at you. You thought you saw surprise and...something else in the depths of his eyes, but what really surprised you was when he reached up and brushed his fingers along your cheek.

“Thank you. I’m proud to have you and Yugi at my side,” he whispered. “I feel as though I can do anything, so long as the two of you are with me.”

You smiled up at him, though the intensity of his gaze and the feel of his hand was making your chest hurt somehow. After another moment, he dropped his hand and looked up at the door leading inside over your shoulder. You turned to look at them too and a second later Yugi popped his head out to smile at you both.

“If you guys are up for it, I thought we could all go see a movie together. Sound fun?” he asked with hope in his light tone.

Atem chuckled at his boyfriend, “That sounds wonderful, aibou.”

When they both turned to you expectantly, you had to clear your throat before you could answer. “Y-yeah. That could be fun. I’ve never really had much time for movies before.”

“Great!” Yugi clapped his hands together and turned towards the front door.

Again Atem chuckled as the two of you followed and Yugi went on about the movies currently playing. It almost felt odd how the idea of spending this time with them made you so happy. Especially after the variety of emotions you had gone through that day, but you didn't want to linger on the thought. Like everything with the two of them, taking this time to spend together just seemed...natural.

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Come Hell or High Water Part 9: A Fair Trade

Summary: Blackwick, Montana was going to be a fresh start for you and your five year old daughter. You moved in across the street from Officer Dean Winchester, and quickly found that you were able to help him. Will Dean be able to help you when your past comes back to haunt you?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, kid in danger, reader in danger, kid injury, reader injury, non graphic violence, character death

One month later

It had been one month since Danny's break in, the cops still assuring you that they were doing everything they could to find him, but were coming up empty. He hadn't tried to make contact with you, and part of you was thankful, but the other part of you sat on edge, waiting for him to make his move. You knew it was coming. You just didn't know when.

The first two weeks after the break in you and Aj stayed at Dean's, both of you afraid to go back home. You kept Aj home from school, afraid to let her out of your sight. Dean finally convinced you to let her go back, promising an officer would be stationed outside at all times.

Things were slowly starting to get back to normal, and the last two weeks you and Aj decided to go back home, Dean and Rocky following you. Aj had terrible nightmares, so did you, the first couple weeks afterwards, but those were starting to lessen, only happening a couple times in the last week.

You had tucked Aj in to bed, and were currently laying on your side of the bed, the light still on, waiting for Dean to get back from checking the locks. Dean walked into the bedroom, "All locked up." he said as he started to strip off his jeans.

He turned off the light and climbed in next to you, automatically pulling you into his side. "She settle down pretty easy?" he asked.

"Yeah. No problems." you said as you traced lazy patterns on his chest.

"I was thinking after school tomorrow we could go up to that hunting cabin of my buddy's I was telling you about. Just get away for a couple days." he said.

"I'd like that. I think Aj would too." you said with a yawn.

Dean kissed the top of your head, "Get some sleep, sweetheart." he said.

Aj's screams pulled you from sleep. You jerked awake and quickly stumbled out of bed and started to run to her room, Dean hot on your heels. "Daddy!" she cried out.

You felt your heart stop, immediately thinking that Danny had gotten in somehow and was in there with her. You burst into her room to see her sitting up in bed, Rocky licking the tears from her face.

"Daddy." she said.

You rushed to her, pushing her hair back from her face, "Shh.it's ok baby. It was just a dream. Nobody is here. You're safe." you said trying to calm her.

"No, I want daddy." she said, holding her arms out to Dean.

She had slipped up a few times and called him dad the last couple of weeks, but this was the first time she had out right called him that.

You looked up at Dean, but before you could say anything he was scooping her up into his arms, "Shh….princess It's ok. Daddy's got ya." he said as he soothingly rubbed her back, beaming at being able to refer to himself as dad. At first you were afraid that it would bother him, but you should have known better. Dean loved Aj like she was his, and you couldn't think of a better man to be her dad.

You watched as he carried her back to your bedroom, and laid down in bed, Aj still on his chest. Rocky followed after you, and you helped him up on the end of the bed before taking your place next to Dean. "It's better when we're all together." she said.

You pulled the covers up over the three of you, "I know, baby." you said.

The alarm clock woke you. You turned it off and rolled over to tell Aj it was time to get up for school. She was still splayed out on Dean's chest, her hair covering his face. You smiled at the two of them and gently shook her shoulder, "Come on, honey. Time to get up." you said.

" Alright princess, let's go. I'll drop you off this morning." said Dean.

Aj jumped up and ran to her room to get ready, always moving a little quicker in the mornings when Dean offered to take her to school. "I'm gonna stop by the station for a little bit. See about maybe easing my way back into work." he said.

You nodded, not completely agreeing with him, but not arguing. You went downstairs and made breakfast, and quickly got Aj ready after she ate. You walked her and Dean out to the car, telling her that you guys had a surprise for her after school. "Have a good day. I'll see you in a little bit." you said as you buckled her in. You watched as they backed out of the driveway, and then went back inside to do a little work before your mini vacation.

You finished everything just as Dean was pulling up. He came inside and helped you carry out the bags you had packed for your trip. You locked up the house, loaded Rocky into the back, and left to go pick up Aj.

Dean parked in your usual spot, rolled down the windows, and the both of you got out and leaned against the car, waiting for Aj. "She's gonna be so excited." you said.

"She's gonna love it up there." Dean replied.

The bell rang and you watched as kids started to pour out the door, your eyes peeled for Aj. You stood on your toes, trying to see her. She was usually one of the first ones out. You watched as Dean craned his neck to look over the crowd. The last few kids were trickling out and you still didn't see her. Panic started to set in. Dean noticed your state, "Maybe the teacher still has her. You know sometimes they walk her out." he said, trying to ease your mind.

You nodded despite the pit that was growing in your stomach. You saw her teacher, Mrs. Collins step out and talk to a few of the kids as they waited. Aj was nowhere in sight. Your heart started to pound in your chest, and Dean was already crossing the parking lot to talk to her.

You jogged to his side and caught up with him just as he reached Mrs. Collins. "Officer Winchester, didn't think I would see you here. Is there a problem?" she asked.

"We're here to pick up Ava." he said, trying to keep the impatience from creeping into his voice.

Mrs. Collins gave the two of you a puzzled look, "The officer checked her out of class around noon. He said that there was a family emergency and you requested it."

You felt the color immediately drain from your face. You saw Dean's mouth moving but were unable to focus in on his words. "You just let her leave with someone without calling and checking first?" he roared, quickly bringing you back to reality.

"Mr. Winchester, I was assured that you knew." she said.

"Well, we didn't fucking know!! Do you have any idea what you fucking did, lady?" he yelled.

You shook your head back and forth, tears pooling in your eyes, "No, no, no, no. He's got her. Dean he's got her." you cried.

"Let me call Sam. Maybe he had someone pick her up." Dean said, even though his gut told him otherwise. He turned back to Mrs. Collins, "Lady you better pray to God that you're right." Dean pulled out his phone and called Sam, quickly explaining the situation. Your heart broke at the look on his face, already knowing that your worst nightmare was unfolding before you. Aj was gone. That monster had your baby, and you didn't know what to do.

Dean pulled you back to the car, and helped you inside. "Everything is gonna be fine. I'm gonna find her. She's gonna be ok." he kept repeating to you, whether for your benefit or his own, you didn't know. You couldn't say anything back, your mind too busy racing with worst case scenarios. You didn't even know the car had stopped until you saw Dean pulling open your door. You looked up at him, and he helped you out, Rocky following behind you.

Dean led you into the police station and the two of you were immediately ambushed by officers. Sam pushed through and led the two of you to a small corner office. "Tell me again what she said." Sam said as he closed the door.

You listened as Dean relayed the story again, Sam interrupting here and there to ask questions. You watched as the door opened and a gruff, older man walked into the room followed by three officers. "Winchester, we are putting everybody on this. I even put a call into the next couple counties and they are putting up road blocks and sending over some guys to help search. We're gonna find her." he said.

"I wanna know what asshole was supposed to be watching the school?" Dean asked.

You watched as a young officer raised his hand, "I was only gone for thirty minutes. I just ran to get some lunch." he said.

Dean lunged into the group of men, trying his best to get ahold of the young man. Sam quickly pulled him back. "Dean, this isn't helping." he said trying to talk some sense into him.

"Boy, you need to calm down. You getting worked up ain't gonna solve anything." said the older man.

"Calm down? Calm down?! Bobby, that psycho has my fucking kid! I can't calm down." Dean roared.

A sob escaped you, and Dean rushed to your side and wrapped you into his arms. "She doesn't have her medicine." you said.

"What?" asked Bobby.

"She's a diabetic. She takes insulin." Sam offered.

Bobby turned to the officer behind him, "You get on the phone and get me some more guys. I don't care from where. Just get it done." he barked out.

Bobby crossed the room and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Ma'am I'm going to do everything I can to get your little girl back. That's a promise." he said.

You nodded, still finding yourself unable to form words. Sam came over to Dean, "Get her out of here. She's in shock. You have my word that we'll do everything we can. You know you can trust me." he said.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm coming with you." he said.

Sam shook his head, knowing how hard this was for you and his brother. He couldn't imagine what you were going through. "Dean, you're not officially back on duty, and have no authority. You need to get her home. Work the phones incase he tries to contact her. I'll keep you updated. She doesn't need to be alone." Sam said.

Dean nodded, hating that he wasn't able to help, and slowly led you out of the station and back to the car. You were completely silent on the way home. Dean constantly reassuring you that everything was going to be ok. He pulled into your driveway and you got out and headed into the house without a word. You were broken, functioning on autopilot. Dean watched you go in and sent up a silent prayer that they would be able to find her in time.

Dean walked in with Rocky and locked the door behind him. He looked around the living room, not seeing you there, and climbed the stairs. He poked his head into Aj's room to see you curled up on her bed. He sighed, the three of you were supposed to be on your way to the cabin right now, not living a nightmare.

He curled up behind you, tucking his legs into yours, and tossed his arm over you. "Sweetheart, I know you are only thinking the worst things right now, but I need you to believe me when I tell you that we are gonna get her back. I promise you." he said. You didn't reply. You had completely shut down. You clutched Aj's stuffed rabbit to your chest and sobbed. Dean tried to comfort you the best he could, constantly whispering reassurances to you, but they went in one ear and out the other.

You laid there in a catatonic state for hours, Dean never leaving your side, your only clue to the time was the darkness outside the window. You thought you heard Dean's phone ringing and tried to force yourself to focus on his words. "Sweetheart, it's Sam. I'll be right back." he said as he walked out of the room.

You heard him walk into your bedroom and close the door. A few seconds later your phone rang, an unknown number flashing across the screen. You quickly answered it, "Hello." you said.

"Hello, Y/N." Danny greeted.

You shot up in bed, "Danny please, please, tell me where she is." you begged.

"Oh, don't worry about my little love bug. She's sleeping." he said.

"Danny, you got to tell me where she is. She needs her medicine." you pleaded.

Danny was silent for a moment, "So, that's what's wrong with her?" he asked.

A sudden wave of nausea washed over you, "She's diabetic. She needs her insulin. Danny, please tell me where you are." you said.

"I don't know. That cop boyfriend of yours would get in the way." he said.

"No, no. I'll come alone." you said.

"Y/N, how can I trust you? All you ever do is lie to me." he said.

"Just tell me where you are. Let her go and take me, an even trade. I won't fight, and you'll get what you want. It's me you want isn't it, baby?" you asked, the pet name making you sick to your stomach.

"I've always wanted you, Y/N, but I don't know if I can trust you." he said.

"Trust me, baby. I'm tired of running. I'm ready to be with you. You tell me where you are, and I'll come. You let her go, and it will be just you and me like the old days." you said.

Danny was silent for a moment and you prayed that he would fall for it. "You'll come alone?" he asked.

"I promise." you said.

"I'll text you the address." he said before hanging up.

You rushed out of the room as quietly as you could. You ran into the kitchen grabbed Aj's insulin pen and bag and snatched your keys from the counter. You ran out the door, jumped in your car and quickly backed out of the drive. You typed the address Danny sent you into your GPS and pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

Dean excused himself from Aj's room to take Sam's call, not wanting you to hear anything unless it was good news. "Ok Sammy, what ya got?" he asked as he closed the door to your bedroom.

"So get this, I talked to Bill down at the gas station. He said a guy matching Danny's description stopped by for gas around noon. He said he was driving a black newer model SUV, with tinted windows. He said he didn't get a good vibe from the guy." Sam said.

"Ok, so that places him in town, but doesn't give us anything." Dean said, frustration creeping into his voice.

"We got roadblocks set up, and a bolo out for anyone matching his description. All the guys have his old mug shot, but now we got a bolo out for the car. Bill managed to get the plates. We ran them, came back as stolen, but we figured it would." Sam explained. "We're gonna find her Dean. How is Y/N?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed heavily, "She's....she's out of it. I can't get her to say anything. She cried for hours when we got home, and I know nothing I do is going to help her. I should be out there looking for her, and I'm just sitting here twiddling my fuckin' thumbs." said Dean.

"You need to be there in case he calls, or comes for Y/N. I mean, we have no idea what the guy is gonna do, but I have a gut feeling that he will reach out. I don't think he is gonna stop until he gets Y/N." Sam said.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, me either. I'm gonna get back and check on her. Call me if anything comes up." Dean said before hanging up the phone. He ran his hands through his hair, and tried to calm himself. He had been so busy trying to stay calm and strong for you that he hadn't had time to deal with his own emotions.

He took a few more moments to calm himself before opening the door and heading back into Aj's room. He immediately noticed that you were gone, panic setting in as he rushed downstairs. "Y/N!" he called out only to get no answer.

He searched downstairs for you, frantically calling your name. He noticed your keys were gone from the table, and flung open the front door to see that your car wasn't in the driveway. "God damn it!" he roared.

He grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, dialing Sam's number as he started the engine. "Dean, everything ok?" Sam asked.

"She's gone, Sammy. Y/N is gone." he said as he sped to the police station.

"What do you mean gone?" asked Sam.

"I went in to check on her after I talked to you and she was gone, her keys and car are gone too. He must have called when I was talking to you, and she went after them." Dean rambled out.

"Does she have her phone?" Sam asked.

Dean hadn't even thought of that. "I don't know. I'm gonna try it. I'm on my way to the station now." Dean quickly said before hanging up and dialing your number. The phone rang until it went to your voicemail. He hung up and tried again the entire drive to the station, getting your voicemail each time.

He slammed his car into park, and rushed inside. "She isn't answering. Straight to voicemail every time." Dean said to Sam, who met him at the door. "Come on. If she has it on her maybe we could track it." he said.

Dean watched over Sam's shoulder as he attempted to track your phone. "There. Right there. Looks like she is headed up towards some of the old hunting cabins." Sam said. "I bet the asshole has been holed up in one this entire time." he finished.

"You guys never thought to fucking check?" asked Dean as he turned to the door.

Sam reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, "We can't go in there guns blazing. We need to have a plan. We spook the guy and he could hurt them." Sam rationalized.

As bad as Dean wanted to rush to you he knew Sam was right, "Ok, but let's make it fast. I don't want them alone with him any longer than they have to be." said Dean.

You pulled up outside of a dilapidated cabin. You grabbed Aj's med bag and rushed inside. You pushed through the door and scanned the room searching for her. "There you are, baby. I've missed you so much." Danny said as he pulled you into his arms.

"Where is she?" you asked as you pushed him back.

You watched anger flash across his face, "Baby, as soon as you tell me where she is, the sooner we can be together." you choked out.

Danny eyed you suspiciously, but then pointed to a small room in the back. You stepped around him and rushed inside. Aj was lying on a dirty bed, her eyes closed. You rushed to her side and pulled her into your arms, "Aj. Baby, I need you to open your eyes. It's momma." you said.

You watched as she tried to open her eyes and focus on you, "There you go, baby. I need you to hold on for me. Everything is going to be ok. I'm here." you said as you pricked her finger and collected the drop of blood to test her blood sugar.

You stared down at the machine, willing it to read faster. Extremely High flashed across the screen. You quickly gave her the maximum units of insulin she could have, and prayed that Danny would let you get her to a hospital.

"She ok?" he asked from the doorway.

"Danny, you got to let me get her to the hospital, please." you begged.

Danny shook his head, "I knew this was a trick. You are just trying to leave me again." he screamed.

"No, no, no. You can even take us. We can drop her off and then I'll leave with you. I promise." you said.

"No, you'll tell somebody, or you'll run. You always run from me." he said as he paced, a wild look in his eye.

You went back and forth with him, begging him to let you take her when the sound of a car door closing caught your attention. "You fucking bitch. You lied. I told you to come alone!!" he screamed. He started towards you and you placed Aj back on the bed and stood in front of her, blocking her body with yours.

"Danny, I swear I came alone. No one knew I was coming." you said trying to calm him.

He reached out and snatched a handful of your hair and pulled you to him. "You are a fucking liar. You always were." he spat. He drug you from the room, spun you around in front of him, his arm closing over your throat, your back pressed to the front of his body. "Bet it's that cop boyfriend of yours." he said as he reached behind him and pulled a gun from the back of his pants. He pointed the gun at the door, "Not a fucking word." he warned.

"Y/N!" you heard Dean call out.

You tensed in Danny's hold, everything in you wanting to call out to him. "Danny, I know you're in there. Just let them go, and we won't have any problems." Dean said.

"Think you're real smart don't ya? Think I'm gonna fall for some bullshit like that?" Danny asked.

"Come on, Danny. Just let them go and we can talk this out." Dean said .

"There's not going to be any talking today. I'm going to give you the chance to get out of here. Let me take what's mine and go, and nobody gets hurt." Danny said.

"Danny, baby, please let him come in and get Ava. He can take her to a hospital and we can leave. I'll tell him to leave. I'll tell him that I want to go with you. He'll listen to me. Just please let him take her." you pleaded.

"You'll leave without a fight?" he asked.

"Of course. I told you that I wanted to be with you, baby. I didn't tell him to come. I promise." you said.

Dean was able to hear most of what you said, "Listen to her Danny. She didn't tell me she was coming. I tracked her phone. Just give me the kid, and I'll get out of here. She doesn't want me, you heard her." Dean said.

Danny raised his hand and rubbed the gun against the side of his head, a battle waging inside his head. "You leave your gun outside, and come in with your hands up." Danny yelled.

He focused the gun back on the doorway, and you watched as Dean slowly opened the door and walked in with his hands raised. Danny tightened his hold on you and drug you back a few steps with him. "Where's the kid?" Dean asked, making no sudden movements. Danny cocked his head to the side and kept his gun trained on Dean as he slowly moved across the room.

Dean walked out of the bedroom a few moments later, Aj tucked safely into his arms. "Get her to a hospital." you said.

"Shut up!" Danny roared.

He kept his gun on Dean, "Get out of here." he said. You watched him leave with her and let out a slow breath once you knew she was safe. You heard the car door close and the familiar loud rumble of the engine as he started it. "Now it's just you and me baby." Danny said.

The sound of his voice, and his touch made you sick. Now that you knew Aj was safe you could go down swinging. You slammed your elbow into his stomach and quickly pulled away from him, but he was too fast. He snatched you by the hair with one hand, the other busy holding the gun. "You stupid bitch. You aren't ever getting away from me." he spat.

You grabbed the gun with both hands, and tried to wrestle it from his grip. You were so caught up in the fight, that the sound of the gun going off caught you off guard. You watched as Danny pulled back, releasing his grip from the gun. You quickly grabbed it, raised it, and pointed it at him. He looked at you with bewilderment, and laughed, "Look what you did, you stupid bitch. Did the job for me, because if I couldn't have you no-one could." he said.

A white hot pain ripped through your stomach and you looked down to see the ever expanding circle of blood growing on your shirt. You looked up at Danny and laughed, which completely threw him for a loop. "You were never going to have me, and you're never going to touch my daughter again." you said before pulling the trigger, and placing a bullet directly between his eyes.

You watched as his body fell to the ground. You dropped the gun, placed your hand over your stomach, and tried to take a few steps towards the door, but before you could get there you collapsed, the last thing you thought you saw was Dean rushing through the door.

Dean carried Aj outside and placed her into the car. He backed up until he was a couple hundred feet from the cabin and called Sam and told him to move him. He waited in the car until he saw Sam pull up. He quickly got out.

"I've got an ambulance on the way." Sam said.

"How far out are they?" Dean asked.

"Twenty minutes." Sam said.

Dean shook his head, and tossed Sam his keys, "I need you to go down and meet them. Radio in that you are gonna meet them. She needs to get there now." he said.

"What about you?" Sam asked.

"You called for backup right?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Then I'll stay here and wait for them. I promise I won't go in until they get here, but I can't leave Y/N alone with him, and I need you to get her to the hospital for me." Dean said.

Sam wanted to argue, but opened the car door and got inside. "Get her out of here." Dean said before Sam closed the door and backed up.

Dean watched them drive off and turned his attention on the cabin. A single gunshot rang out and echoed around the empty wooded area. Dean sucked in a breath and forced himself to move. A second gunshot sounded just as he was reaching the cabin.

He rushed in the door, fearing the worst when he saw you on the floor. He rushed to your side and crouched down next to you. He rolled you onto your back, quickly spotting the wound to your lower stomach. He pulled off his flannel shirt, and pressed it to your stomach. He noticed Danny on the ground a few feet away from you with a bullet wound between his eyes. "Hey, sweetheart. I need you to stay with me." he said as he grabbed his phone and called to see where his backup was. "Come on, Y/N. I need you to open your eyes. I need you to fight. Me and Aj need you to fight." he said as he continued to put pressure on your wound.

He kept talking to you, foot steps heading his way catching his attention. "I need that ambulance." he said to Bobby.

"Ten minutes out." he said. Bobby looked over at the body on the floor, "This the guy?" he asked. Dean nodded, keeping his focus on you. "Well, at least you got the son of a bitch." Bobby said.

"Wasn't me. She got him." Dean said.

"Good for her." he said.

The ten minutes waiting for the ambulance seemed to drag on forever. Finally a couple of paramedics burst through the door and pushed Dean out of the way. He watched as they worked you over and quickly loaded you onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance. He jumped inside behind them, "Sir, you can't be in here." said the paramedic.

"I'm not fucking leaving her so unless you are going to physically remove me, I suggest you do your god damn job and keep her alive." he warned.

The ride to the hospital was nerve wracking. Dean watched as they rushed you inside. He followed along until a nurse stopped him, telling him that they were rushing you into emergency surgery and he would have to wait there. Dean sat down in the plastic waiting room chair and looked down at his hands, your blood staining them. He blamed himself for not getting to you sooner. He heard his phone ring and answered it without seeing who it was, "Hello." he said.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." he said.

"I just talked to Bobby. He said Y/N was shot, said she took down the guy, but he got her. How is she?" Sam asked.

"They just took her back for surgery. How's Aj?" Dean asked.

"They got her admitted, hooked her up to some fluids, and got an insulin drip going, but they say she should be fine." Sam said.

Dean let out breath of relief, now he only had to worry about you. "Stay with her, Sammy. I can't leave Y/N. Just stay with her." Dean rasped out.

"Sure thing, Dean. Let me know when you hear something." Sam said.

"I will. Just tell her everything is going to be ok. Tell her that her mom is gonna be fine, and sing to her. If she's scared sing to her. It always helps." Dean said.

"Don't worry. I've got her. Any special requests?" Sam asked.

"Here comes the sun. It's her favorite. Y/N always sings that one." Dean croaked out, his emotion getting the better of him.

"She's gonna be ok, Dean. She's tough. She's a fighter. She's gonna be fine." Sam said trying to comfort his brother.

"I'll call when I know something." Dean said before hanging up.

He sat in that waiting room for what felt like hours before the doctor came out. "Mr. Winchester?" he asked.

Dean's head shot up, "How is she?" Dean asked.

"She made it through surgery. It was touch and go for a moment, but she pulled through. I think she'll make a full recovery." he said.

Dean ran his hands over his face, his body finally able to relax a little. "Can I see her?" he asked.

"She's going to be in recovery for a little while, but I'll have a nurse come and get you as soon as she is able to have visitors." he said.

Dean nodded and thanked the doctor, now all he could do was wait. The nurse finally came out to get him, and led him back to your room. Dean walked into your room. You looked so small laying there in the hospital bed. Dean pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed.

He grabbed your hand and gave it a little squeeze, "Everything is gonna be ok, sweetheart. Aj is fine. Sammy is with her. We just need you to get better now." he said. He sat with you the rest of the night and into the morning.

You blinked open your eyes, your vision blurry at first. You tried to lift your hand, but it was weighted down by something. You looked down at your hand to see Dean grasping it in his, his head resting on his other arm that was propped on your bed. You wiggled your fingers to try and get his attention, your voice coming out in nothing more than a quiet croak. He suddenly popped his head up and looked at you, "You're awake. How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Like I got fuckin' shot." you choked out.

Dean's mouth turned up in a half smile. "Aj?" you asked.

"She's fine. Sammy is with her." he said.

You nodded and took a deep breath, thankful that she was safe. You felt your eyes growing heavy, despite the fact that you just woke up. "You rest, sweetheart. We'll be here when you wake up." said Dean before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Two days later

Dean walked into your hospital room, Aj in his arms. She had been released the day before. Dean sat her on the edge of your bed, and she threw her arms around your neck, the action causing you to grimace. "Careful, princess." Dean said.

"Sorry, momma." she said.

“It's ok, honey." you said.

"When do you get to come home?" she asked.

"I shouldn't be here too much longer. I'm ready to come home. I miss you guys." you said.

Aj looked at you, "We don't have to run anymore, do we? Dean said the bad man is gone, and he won't ever come back."

You nodded, "We never have to worry about him again." you said.

Aj smiled brightly at you, "So, we get to stay?" she asked.

You looked up at Dean and smiled, "Yeah, baby. We're gonna stay. We've found our home here." you said, keeping eye contact with Dean, letting him know that wherever he was, was home.

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #dean #spn fic #spn #cop dean #sam winchester

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blackhakumen · 5 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #279: No Need for School? (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Iggy: (Opens Ludwig's Laboratory Door) Hey, Bro.

Ludwig: (Busy Examining his research on his Computer Screen) Evening, Iggy.

Iggy: (Slowly but Curiously Walk towards his brother's desk) Soooo.... Whatcha doing?

Ludwig: Research as usual. (Stops at what he was doing and turn towards his younger brother) Is there anything I could help you with?

Iggy: Not really. I'm just here to give you some news.

Ludwig: Really? And what, pray tell, is this news?

Iggy: (Smiles Brightly) In a couple of days, we're going to be an Academy right beside the mansion! Pretty neat, huh?

Ludwig: An Academy.......That does sound interesting....

Iggy: Yep. And every kids and teens in the mansion is gonna enroll there too. Including us.

Ludwig: Oh....Well....in that case, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline the offer.

Iggy: (Eyes Widened) Seriously? How come?

Ludwig: Well, for starters, I'm still getting used to this Laboratory room I found and modified a few months ago. Plus, I'm already on a tight schedule of my current research as it is.

Iggy: (Facepalms while Groaning a Little) Ah, c'mon, man, you've been in here almost everyday!

Ludwig: No I haven't!

Iggy: Oh really? Then answer me this: When was the last time you ever stepped out of the lab?

Ludwig: (Was about to speak)

Iggy: That doesn't involve you running some errands.....

Ludwig: (Was about to speak again)

Iggy: Or for research.......

Ludwig: (Was about to speak on last time)

Iggy: Or whenever Alucard and Ms. Maria ask you tag along with them?

Ludwig: (Was Coming up with an answer before giving up entirely) ('Sigh') Fair point. But there is another reason why I'm declining.

Iggy: What's the second reason?

Ludwig: It's because....well.... I've already lost interest in anything school related all together.

Iggy: (Surprised by Ludwig's answer) You already lost interest?! How? Why? I mean, didn't you want to go school the most at one point?

Ludwig: I did....When I was younger. But as time goes on....with our father's attempts to kidnap the princess, ruling over the Mushroom Kingdom and whatnot, I just.... stopped caring about going altogether and began to learn more things by myself.... with a bit of help from Kamek, of course. So I'm sorry to say, brother, but my choice still stands on this.

Iggy: Oh......Welp, I figured you would say something like that. Guess I'll have to start Plan B now.

Ludwig: (Raised an Eyebrow) Pardon?

Iggy: Excused. (Opens the door wide open as he stick his head outside of the Laboratory) Hey, professor! He's in here!!

Ludwig: Iggy, what exactly are you-(Immediately Stops Talking as he his eyes were set on a tall woman with long, dark aqua blue like hair, slowly making her way into the laboratory)

???: (Smiles Politely) Hello.

Ludwig: (Turn towards his brother) Iggy, what's going on here?

Iggy: (Smiles in a Iggy like manner) Ludwig, I would like to introduce you to our possibly awesome professor, Byleth!.....(Turns towards the professor while whispering to her) Is that really your name or.....

Byleth: (Simply Nodded)

Iggy: (Turns back to Ludwig) Yep! That's her name alright! Neat.

Ludwig: I'd knew there was something familiar about that name of yours...(Got up from his chair and made his way towards the duo) You're one of the new fighters invited to the Smash Tournament, yes? (Gave Byleth a handshake) It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time in person, ma'am.

Byleth: (Smiles Softly by Ludwig's kindess as she shake his hand as well) Why, thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Ludwig. Your younger brother told me quite a lot about you and this Laboratory you found. It looks nice, by the way.

Ludwig: Thank you. But....if you're here for my decision to enroll in the academy, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that offer.

Byleth: (Begins to Frown A little) That's why I agreed to come here. To talk to you.

Ludwig: You wanted to talk to me?

Byleth: (Nodded) Iggy told me that you wouldn't be interested in enrolling. Why is that exactly?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Well...I already told my brother my reasons already..... (Take one look at Iggy, who just Shrugged with a Smirk on his Face) But I suppose I'll fill in you as well.

Byleth: Please do.

Five Minutes Later.......

Ludwig: (Sitting on his chair, slipping Tea) .....And that's all reasons I can think of as of now.

Byleth: (Sitting on her chair while holding a cup of tea Ludwig made her and Iggy) I see.....So tell me, Ludwig, in your own words, what do you think the concept of "Learning" really means to you?

Ludwig: I believe Learning something new in a general sense could actually benefit to one's knowledge abilities.

Byleth: Interesting....Now, what if I told you could experience this and more at the academy, which is located right beside this mansion?

Ludwig: That does sounds tempting....But I usually prefer learning new things on my own. Mostly with the research I usually make on my spare time.

Byleth: But don't you think it would be more satisfying if you learn something new everyday in class?

Ludwig: (Starts Feeling a little Unsure) Possibly.....But I'm still not sure about this, if I may be frank....

Byleth: ('Sigh') Listen, I completely understand how it feels to be excited to go to school in a young age...only to get occupied by urgent matters and begin to lose interest in going as years go by, but you still have the chance to experience what you and your siblings missed out during those years. And I believe that this Smash Academy would be just the right place for you all. Furthermore, I really don't think it's healthy for you to stay in this Laboratory alone all day, no matter how unique and advance it looks. And I'm very certain that Mr. Alucard, Maria, the rest of your siblings, and even your father would agree with me on this as well.

Ludwig: (Eyes Widened a little) They were really....that worried about me?

Byleth: Of course they were, dear. You mean the world to them.

Iggy: (Gave Ludwig a Worry Frown) Yeah, man. We're family. We're always gonna worry about you.

Ludwig: (Starts Feeling Bad about worrying his love ones) Oh.... I'd... never realized my research and time at Laboratory cause you all that much worry and occasional stress....(Turns to Iggy) My apologise, brother.

Iggy: Eh. It's no problem, bro. I'm just glad it didn't make you all kooky like.

Ludwig: (Raised an Eyebrow) Why would I act like that during my research?

Iggy: (Crosses his arm and gave his older brother a "Really?" Look) Remember that time you called yourself, 'Kooky'?

Ludwig: (Immediately Facepalms while Groaning in Embarrassment) I was in a phase during that time....

Iggy: (Snickers at Ludwig's Dispense) Yeah. A 'Kooky' phase.

Ludwig: (Glares at Iggy) Don't even start with me, Hop.

Iggy: (Smirks) Whatever you say....('Snicker') Kooky.

Ludwig: (Begins to Growl) You little-

Byleth: (Glares at the Koopa Bros in teacher like fashion) Settle down, boys. There no need to cause a fight here.

Ludwig/Iggy: (Calmed Down) Yes, ma'am.

Ludwig: Hey.... Professor Byleth?

Byleth: Yes, Ludwig?

Ludwig: Is....the offer of enrolling to the Smash Academy still stands? I think....I want to give this a try.

Byleth: (Smiles Softly) Of course, Ludwig. Thank you so much for giving this a chance.

Ludwig: (Smiles Back) Well, thank you for giving me this much needed talk. I have so many years ahead of me, I shouldn't waste it all staying here all day. I believe your words of encouragement open my eyes today.

Byleth: (Smiles Brightly) I'm so glad.

Ludwig: (Turns to Iggy) And thank you for looking out for me, brother....again.

Iggy: (Smiles Brightly at Ludwig as he place one arm around his shoulders) No problem. I always got your back, bro. (Whisper into Ludwig's ear) And I told you the professor would be awesome. She even wields three weapons in battle! A Bow, a Spear, and a freaking Axe! And they're all made of solid gold!!

Ludwig: (Interest starts to peak) That does sound interesting. (Turns to Byleth) Tell us, professor, how were you able to wield all three of these weapons at once so efficiently?

Iggy: Yeah? And where do get them?

Byleth: (Giggles Softly at the boy's curiosity) I'll tell you all about it in another time. Right now, I would like to ask you a simple request if you don't mind?

Ludwig: Not at all.

Iggy: Ask away, professor.

Byleth: Yes. Well..... Would you mind giving me a tour of the mansion. (Starts Blushing a little) I walk in earlier today and got lost afterwards....I would ask elsewhere, but everyone was already busy at the time....

Ludwig: (Smiles Softly) We wouldn't mind giving you a tour around here.

Iggy: (Nodded in agreement with a smile on his face) Yeah! The place is pretty huge, though. So it might take awhile if it's fine with you.

Byleth: It's perfect. Since this will be my new home for now on. (Smiles Softly) Thank you again, boys.

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ask-de-writer · 5 years ago

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DARING DO and THE GRYPHON’S QUEST! : MLP Fan Fiction : Part 15 of 19

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DARING DO

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THE GRYPHON’S QUEST!

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Cover art by Aranel the Cyborg, now Wind the Mama Cat

29584 words

Writing begun 03/29/16

This is a Fan Fiction based on My Little Pony. Canterlot, Princess Luna and the name Daring Do are owned by Hasboro Inc.

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Chapter 15. Journey to the Gryphon Empire

The screen of Eagles overhead made certain that there was no further aerial assault. There were no other adventures beyond seeing the changeling’s continuous wonder and delight at the mundane seeming world that they passed through.

That did not stop her from needing fires four times a day to draw warmth from. Warmth that she then shared out to her precious eggs. Her dedication to turning them and keeping them safe was past impressive.

At the Circle Lake Resort rail terminus Grata laid out her ID as the Left Wing of the Imperial Throne and her Letters of Cooperation from Princess Luna and Princess Celestia.

“Good Station Master, we require a safe place to keep our cart untouched except by members of our party until you can obtain a car that will meet our transport needs.”

The pony looked up at Grata. From behind his ticketing window grating he asked, “What is so special about your car needs?”

Grata, crest set dead serious, replied, “We need a single baggage/passenger car with a galley suitable for both Gryphon and pony diets. There must be a communicating door between the passenger and baggage parts.”

The Station Master pony scratched behind his orange ear as he thought. “There are precious few such cars as you require. I can do a Magic Net check to see how soon I can get one here. The check might take an hour or two.”

An arrogant Gryphon voice interrupted, “It is of no importance! This Blasphemous Venture Ends HERE! They did not go to the so called Sunlord Temple at all!

“I, Krayard, High Priest of the Twin Flames of Creation, shall personally destroy anything in that cart that I deem blasphemous! That changeling must be slaughtered! As for those eggs, I will make an omelet of …”

Three power diving Eagles interrupted his oration by slamming him to the station platform! Their extended talons drew blood. As he tried frantically to flutter back to his feet, two more diving Eagles smashed talon first into his wings, pinning his spread out pinions! Another Eagle struck Krayard in his center back, between the wings!

Added to the crunch of clawed claws smashing into him, there was the cracking of bone! Krayard’s hindquarters suddenly spasmed wildly and went limp!

Shocked beyond measure, he cried out, “Make them stop! Why are they attacking me?”

Rahak replied, crest set to show mild interest, “How can we? They are not tame creatures doing some trick. You threatened both their mother and their young that she is tending.”

“Mother! How is that monster of blasphemy any sort of mother to anything?”

The Eagles had paused their attack, except that the one on Krayard’s neck struck suddenly! He lifted his head, beak dripping the gore of the priest’s right eye. Striking yet again, he blinded the Gryphon under his talons.

Grata filled in, “How stupid are you, Krayard? The first living being that a chick sees becomes mother to it. This changeling was the sole survivor of her hive. We do not know where the hive was, or how long she has been raising Eagles but these are all following their mother.

“Defending Nest and Young is NEVER murder and that is what they are doing! I see no reason to interfere.” Grata turned her back on the carnage that followed as the Eagles began to strip the flesh from his carcass.

Speaking to the appalled Station Master, Grata said cheerfully, “My apologies for the mess. I will pay extra for cleaning the platform.”

Tearing his eyes from the ghastly sight of the Gryphon’s now still carcass being stripped by a horde of Eagles who were feeding cooperatively, the Station Master swallowed hard and replied, “Thanks, ma'am. Was not looking forward to getting that job done. About that car, let me get started on finding it for you.”

He busied himself with a magic net mirror. He applied Princess Luna’s note of cooperation, which caused the Royal Seal of the High Commissioner of Equestrian Roads to glow and stick, proving the document and the connected request to be genuine.

It only took him about twenty minutes. Looking up, he reported, “Ma'am, I found a car that meets your needs. It will take two days to get it here. We cross checked with Princess Luna herself. She has ordered it as a special train, with its own engine and fuel car. Once it is here, it can be ready to load your party in only two hours. Those are needed for proper maintenance.”

Grata nodded acceptance. “That is fine. Where can we safely park our cart and stay by it?”

“Stay by it? I can easily book you into a resort hotel.” He rubbed his chin in thought. A glance over at the dead Krayard, where the changeling was happily chomping down gobbets of the carcass, surrounded by Eagles who were also feeding with none of the expected squabbling.

They were all surrounded by the delicate green glow of changeling magic.

The Station Manager sort of swallowed hard. “OK, I see why you won’t want a hotel room!” Rubbing his chin, he suggested, “Try our Warehouse #2. We will lock the pegasus ports from the inside. Same for the main doors. Entry and exit will be through the office. Will that do?”

“It sounds perfect. Let us see it. Doctor Do will be the final judge of that.”

The remaining two days stayed quiet. They built small fires for the changeling on a regular basis, to help her keep her eggs warm. Eagles perched along the roof crest and in the trees nearby.

They brought gifts of fish from the lake and a good variety of greens for Daring Do. These, they laid at the door to the warehouse office.

When the special short train arrived, they opened the main door to the warehouse and brought out the cart and the changeling. Oddly, it was Gryphons among the tourists who cheered them the most.

A pony asked a cheering Gryphon, “How can you cheer that one? I mean, it is a changeling and it ate one of your kind!”

The Gryphon paused, crest showing puzzlement. “Why is that wrong? He was attacking nest and young. Besides that, he was violating the will and law of your Princesses and our Empress. Such a being has no honor. His death was to be unmarked and unburried, for scavengers to eat. That it benefited nest and young was a good thing!

“Hurrah for the Left Wing of the Throne!”

The pony shook his head. “Every time that I think that I have started to understand you Gryphons, something like this happens!”

They watched as the baggage car door was opened and the cart and changeling were loaded. The door was sealed and Daring Do, Grata and Rahak boarded the passenger part of the car. Eagles perched on top of it!

With the loud Chug! Chug! The hissing of steam, bells clanging, and the blast of a whistle, the journey to the Gryphon Empire began.

The changeling came out to be with them for a little bit. She watched the passing scenery with fascination. Daring Do pulled out her writing kit and offered it to her.

She also brought out the copy of the original document of the Legends, the one written just before 54 years after the last Nightmare War.

She explained what she wanted. The changeling smiled and began to write. She took time off to go tend her precious Eagle eggs, but returned to her task.

At a fuel stop, Daring Do was stretching her legs. The Engineer approached her. He was shaking his head. “Ma'am, we will be in the Empire this evening! I have never seen anything like this run! Princess Luna cleared the entire mainline, all the way to the Imperial Aerie. The Empress herself ordered the border opened to us without the need for a stop! We will be at the Imperial Aerie by no later than ten tomorrow. This is our last stop before the Imperial Aerie.”

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Interior Design Chapter 2: Arrival

SUMMARY:You get to the Compound. You get a run down of what you are begin offered. You get the promised tour and meet-N-greet, and make a fool of yourself. But this is your dream job.

WARNINGS: NONE

NOTES:This is an everyone lives/no one dies, Living in the compound, Non Civil War compliant, No Sokovian Accords AU.

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At exactly 2pm a broad man with some facial hair opened the door to the car that had just pulled in front of you. "Ms. L/N. I am your driver, call me Happy. I am to drive you upstate to the Compound." He helped you in and tucked your bags into the trunk.

"Hello then, Happy. Call me Y/N. Thank you for the ride." You were trying to hide your nerves behind your manners.

"There are drinks back there if you want. Beyond that sit back and relax." Happy said pulling into the never-ending rush of traffic. You sat quiet, prepared for the slow-moving endeavor that was driving through NYC but Happy moved through alleys and side streets to move through and around the traffic, having seemed to memorizer the traffic light timing. It was impressive.

"Are you sure that you don't have some sort of driving enhancements?" You asked your companion.

"No. I just have spent too many years running errands for Mr. Stark." Happy said. He looked up at you through the rear-view mirror. "Not that you are an errand or anything."

"Happy, that is exactly what I am. Thank you though. I am not exactly on Mr. Stark's priority list to have him come and see me." You tried to ease his concern. You turn to look out the window and gape, Happy had some how driven you out of the city and on your way truly to the Avenger's Compound. You wanted to push on the Driving enhancement but kept it to yourself.

"Oh my. I am really going. I'm doing this." You muttered to yourself.

"Y/N, they are just people. Yes, super enhanced or gifted but still people. People who want a place where they can be themselves. You see superheroes? I see tired people with super burdens." Happy said. "Now, relax."

Happy's advice helped significantly to calm you down. It was something to remember, you were helping them make their house a home. Someplace for them to turn off. You pulled out your tablet and pulled up your designing program to open a new project. You had a kitchen, living room, media room and about a dozen bedrooms in the project. The rooms were customizable to an extent but you chose to work with what was provided. It was simple but effective to help plan layouts of things. You added comments on each room of things you would need to look at or plan for. The kitchen and pantry needed to support the massive appetites that the team would have and each bedroom needed to be assigned for better focus. You did layout some basic things like beds and end tables such. You knew everyone would like it different, but you figured the rooms would be almost exactly the same build. After about 90 minutes of basic fiddling you saved it.

"Y/N, we are just about there. I believe in you. The idea of what you need to do seems scary and overwhelming but you'll figure everything out in time." Happy said. The car pulled onto a hidden road and you watched as it followed the curves and bends as a gate rose up to meet them. Happy pulled into what seemed the front of the building and helped you out of the car and grabbed your bags.

The two of you entered the empty foyer. "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you tell Pep and Tony we're here? And do you know where Ms. L/N will be staying?" Happy spoke to the open room.

"I already did. They are on the way. Ms. L/N is located in room 12." A disembodied Irish voice rang out.

"Well, you heard the robot lady. I'll leave you here for Tony and Pepper. I will drop your bags off. F.R.I.D.A.Y, introduce yourself. Y/N, it was a pleasure meeting you." Happy took your bags and headed off down the hall leaving you alone and nervous.

"Ms. L/N, I am F.R.I.D.A.Y. I am a artificial intelligence system designed and maintained by Tony Stark. I run the Living Areas for the Avengers and the Iron Man Suits." The voice spoke once more. You looked around for a camera or speaker to speak to but couldn't find one so you looked to the ceiling.

"Oh, nice to meet you Ms. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Please call me Y/N." You told the ceiling.

"Very well, Ms. Y/N. Welcome to the Avenger's Compound." She responded.

Oh, good you two already met. You turned at the voice of Tony Stark.

"Come on, we can continue this in my office." A willowy red-head was with him, who you correctly assumed to be Pepper Potts.

The three of you walked to her office while making small talk. Tony asked about your education and where you came from. You told them about your suspicions of Happy's driving enhancements. The two others laughed and Tony agreed with you. When you finally arrived at Pepper's office, you sat in front of it, her behind it and Tony leaned against it.

"This is going to be a quick as I can make it but there is a lot to cover. First, the contract is a long-term non-exclusive for your benefit. This is just to start, if you chose to extend it then we would make you a permanent employee. You will have to sign Non-Disclosure agreements since you will be dealing directly with the Avengers. You will have the time and means to work with you current and future clientele like I said before. Your current place of living is also your center of operations but we could move all that here for you if you would rather. The contract itself is for the initial decorating for the personal and common living areas for the Avengers. Then also the major holidays and change in seasons or trends or any requests of the Avengers. We would also have you on for light maintenance and housekeeping mostly for when the Avengers aren't around, like vacuuming and changing a lightbulb. if you see something in disrepair either fix it, put in a work order or order new. We do have a team for more particular fixes, and the team takes care of a lot on their own as it." Pepper explained. You nodded along and made some jotted down some notes.

"What about supplies? Payment? Limitations? Labor?" You asked. Pepper smiled slightly, secretly pleased at your questions, you were thinking, that was good.

"We pay for everything. You have full rein, there are no limitations. Pardon the rooms, that is where you would work with each resident. WE are at your beck and call for anything you would need help with." Tony took over the explanation. "I will be completely honest. I want you to accept this contract, move in entirely and then extend your contract to be a permanent employee. I want that because I like you and I know that everyone else will but we can revisit that later." Tony said. Pepper handed over a copy of the contract. you placed it in your bag and jotted down Tony's comments

"Alright, then I will review this tonight and think about it. I don't like to make decisions in haste but I will tell you that I have no doubts about this. I am attracted to every single part of this including moving in fully. I only am worried about how I would get to and from the city, I make a lot of trips." You told them.

"So do we. Most days we make a trip to the city. But you can always borrow a car and head in. The Tower is SI's still you can park there and do your thing. A minor detail." Tony said. You nodded and shrugged, it was a minor detail. "Now we are going to go. I want to show you around and have you meet one or two people. I will be your personal tour guide while Ms. Potts runs my company." Tony pushed off of the desk and you took it as your cue to go. You held a hand out to Ms. Potts.

"Thank you Ms. Potts. I am grateful for the opportunity." You followed Tony out the door waving to the already busy woman as you left.

You followed Tony to the elevator and down several hallways. He talked a mile a minute about everything, you weren't even trying to keep up. You were sure he just liked to hear himself talk. You tried to learn the layout but you weren't sure. It seemed that the common areas he was leading you to were in the center of the right side of the 'A'. The personal areas seemed to stack on top of that point fanning out.

"So the first level is mostly common areas. Gym and pool and such, the living room, kitchen, pantry the size of a small country, all are down here. Then the next level is the second level is rooms, they kind of fan away from the common areas in groups of 5. The all lead to the small inclines that meet around the living room...like a funnel?" Tony tried to explain.

"Oh, so everything is connected but also has its definition? Good idea to help go from mission to home mentality." You commented. Tony snapped his fingers.

"I knew I like you. Sorry it is a little bit of a walk, Pepper's office is on the SI side, near SHIELD. We are almost there." Tony said. You nodded. "I also had F.R.I.D.A.Y put better more accurate blueprints on your tablet and laptop. So you can better plan. I figured then you can use your app to better prepare the rooms." Tony seemed hesitant. You wanted to be mad but it actually was a help more than a hinderance.

"I don't mind. That helps a lot, but maybe next time ask?" You said. Tony seemed to relax. You knew that he had your entire history but you knew that Tony wanted to help his team and protect them so you weren't upset that much about the privacy invasion.

"Very well. Now, your domain ma'am is everything you see before you. Welcome to the Avenger's Living Quarters Ms. Quartermaster L/N!" Tony waved his arm in a large sweeping motion. You were facing the living room from a behind diagonal, near the kitchen. The floor was an open floor plan. You could see beyond the kitchen was a long hallway. There was a door next to the kitchen, you assumed it was the country-sized pantry. The Living room was a large entertainment area. The kitchen and living room were divided by several couches-or one massive sectional-and on each side of the living room was a slight incline into what you assumed were the bedrooms.

Oh, it is nice." You said. You pointed to each point and Tony confirmed your thoughts, You nodded and beamed. There was nothing done to the space other than the bare minimum. A fresh clean slate with free rein. "I think I have some ideas." You clapped excitedly gathering the attention of the few people in the room. You froze seeing them see you.

"Hello! I am Y/N L/N. I am interviewing to be your Quartermaster. I am in charge of decorating your living spaces." you grinned and waved childishly.

"Oh! We talked about this this the other day. When we asked about who to contact, F.R.I.D.A.Y brought you up as did Pepper." A large blonde blue-eyed man came up to you. You knew the Avengers had gotten new members but you lost track around 2016 or so. Even so, you knew Captain Rogers. You knew that he and Tony had been fighting over his best friend the brain-washed assassin who had killed Tony's parents. but most of the others had fallen through the cracks. "Let me introduce these couch potatoes." Steve led you to the couch, Tony trailing behind. "This is Sam Wilson, Air Force paratrooper, AKA the Falcon. This is Clint Barton, Archery expert and 80% deaf, AKA Hawkeye. This is Natasha Romanov, Super-spy aka Black Widow."

"Hey there, girlie. Welcome to the team." Sam said.

"Well, I haven't accepted yet. There is a lot to consider." You shrugged.

"If you are here, meeting us. You've accepted." A deep voice rasped from the entryway to your right closest to the kitchen. You turned to face them and your breath caught in your throat. His hair was long, greasy and clumpy, his skin pale and dry, the bags under his eyes were deep, and his scruff was unruly. The man made his way into the kitchen barely looking at you.

"Sh. Don't say that too loud. I haven't told Tony yet." You stepped over to the kitchen, you head tilted in curiosity. Steve reached out to grab you but you ducked out of the way. You knew who this man was, you knew everyone considered him dangerous, but he looked so sad and tired. You wanted to try to help. "Sargent Barnes? Thank you, for serving your country all those years ago in the 107th. I am sorry you had to suffer so very much to get here. and well..."You trailed off and lurched into his space before your courage gave out. "Welcome home, solider." you mumbled into his chest squeezing as tight as you could. You felt him freeze under you and you let go instantly. You had pushed a massive line and didn't want to make it worse. You knew a hug wouldn't fix him but it might help in that very moment. You stepped away and saw Sargent Barnes was indeed frozen, looking at you with a mix of awe and relief on his face. His eyes were overly wet and his arms were raised like he didn't know if he should wrap them around you or push you away. You didn't wait for him to thaw before hurrying to Tony's side.

"Mr. Stark, Sargent Barnes was right. I will take the job. Also Captain Rogers, you should get him a plant or two. Coming from someone extremely depressed and still struggles with it, plants help. Something that depends on you to live without major consequences can do wonders for mental health. Sargent Barnes needs to care for something, now that he no longer has to protect you Mr. Super-solider." You tugged on Tony's sleeve realizing that you stepped over the line immensely, the embarrassment and anxiety causing you to shrink on yourself. Tony took the hint and pulled you down the opposite hallway Sargent Barnes came out of. You looked behind you one time to see Steve and Bucky locked in a hug both of them crying silently. The wall then blocked your line of sight.

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