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aaronhotchswife · 1 year

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BABYSITTING AT HOTCH'S

A/N : This one shot is settled in season 7 (because even if every seasons Hotch does something to me, this one is🧎🏻‍♀️) and even if I absolutely ADORE Beth, for the purpose of the story she's not in a relationship with Aaron 🫶🏼

TW : smut, dom Hotch/sub reader, chocking, a nal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be careful)

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"No, it's alright. I'll find someone. Yes, thank you. Have a good evening too."

Aaron hung up the phone, sighing.

"Everything ok Hotch ?" you asked, as you enter his office.

"Ah yes. I have a meeting for budget tonight and Jess can't babysit Jack so I need to find someone. Don't worry about that. What's going on ?"

"I have these files for you." you responded, hanging him the files. "You know, if it could help you, I can watch Jack tonight."

"I can't let you do that. It's Friday night, you probably have plans."

"C'mon Hotch. You know how Jack and I like each other. And even if I am a woman in my 20s, everything Friday nights I just want to go home and watch Netflix, especially with the weeks we have." you laughed slightly.

"I get that." he chuckled. "Are you sure ? I mean, I would like that but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"I would be happy to help." you said to him, a soft smile on your lips.

"It's settled then. Do you think you could go pick him up at school ? I'll call them to let him know."

"No problem, sir."

You knew Jack since a couple years now. He always liked you and everytime he went to the BAU he was always happy to draw at your desk and your drawer was filled with his masterpieces. It was nice to hang out with him, talking about his school drama and honestly spending a friday night with a kid was in your opinion, a lot better than spending it with Tinder dates. So spending your Friday night with him wasn't a chore at all.

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"Hey Jack! You know that your Dad's triathlon is soon right ? What would you think if we make him signs ?" you told Jack, while he was washing his hands.

"Oh yes!!! It's such a good idea !"

"Great! Where do you guys keep the crafting stuff?"

Jack took your hand and showed you a drawer in his bedroom with colored pencils and glitters and all. You took all that you guys going to need and walked downstairs to the kitchen. You spend most of the night helping Jack creating his banner, only stopping to cook dinner. He helped you cleaning the kitchen before taking his bath and asking you for a bedtime story.

"And they lived happily ever after." you read softly, before closing the book.

Jack was peacefully sleeping, still holding onto your arm. You left a sweet kiss of his forehead, wishing him good night before going downstairs to wait for Hotch.

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When Aaron came home later that night, he walked to the living room where he found you asleep on the couch, a blanket draped to your body, hair in your face, Before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed the expanse of skin that you’d left exposed. He never realized how beautiful you look, especially in that dimed light, so peacefully sleeping. He tried to do as little noise as possible as he walked towards you, replacing your hair behind your ear. He decided to go look on Jack, telling himself he'll wake you up after. He was sleeping serenely, his Star Wars night light illuminating the room. He wished him a good night buddy before closing the door. When Aaron saw you again, you were in the same position, breathing evenly. He tried whispering your name but nothing could make you move. Not knowing what got into him, he took you bridal style in his arms, carefully, for you to not wake up and he walked towards to guest bedroom, where you'll be a lot more comfortable. He didn't want to wake you up, sleep was important especially with your job and you look so peaceful that waking you up was not a option. In the guest bedroom, he tucked you in, hesitating before leaving a light kiss on your forehead and wished you good night, before closing the door. He suprised himself with a feeling in his stomach from the way you were laid in one of his bed, beautifully sleeping.

You woke up the next morning in a room you didn't know. With the smell of the bed sheets, you realize you probably fell asleep at Hotch's house but the fact the you're in a bed is something you can't remember. You got up, streching your arms and yawning before going downstairs to the kitchen. You see Jack watching cartoons and Aaron in the kitchen, making coffee.

"Good morning." you said, shyly.

"Hey, good morning. I'm sorry, you fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you up, so I put you in the bed instead. For you to be more comfortable you know...Hope it was ok." he responded timidly.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah. Sorry I didn't want to fell asleep. Rough week." you chuckled, a bit suprised by his answer. "How was your meeting ?"

"Well, you know how the superiors are." he said, smiling softly. "Want coffee?"

"Yes please, that would be great."

"There you go." he grins, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled, taking your first sip. "So Jack wants pancake for breakfast, do you want to eat with us ? I mean it's Saturday, we don't have work to do...yet." he tells you.

You were a bit taken aback by his proposition. Not that you didn't want to eat with them but eating breakfast at your boss's house seemed like a weird idea. But it was Saturday and pancakes couldn't hurt and you kinda wanted to spend more time with him.

The three of you sat at the table, Jack speaking about what he wanted to do today. The weather wasn't really on your side, rain falling hard outside. It was a bit too domestic for you to be sitting at the table with your hot boss and his child. But you didn't know that Aaron felt the same. You seemed to noticed that he looked more relaxed when Jack is there, his usual frown on his face not visible, making jokes and being all paternal. It was weird seeing him like that. Of course you see Jack often but it's always at work so you never had the chance to see him really being a father.

"Dad, can we watch a movie today ?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Of course buddy, what would you wanna watch?"

"Mmmh, The Little Mermaid ! Can Y/N watch it with us dad ?"

You almost chocked on your sip when you heard Jack asking that. Hotch seemed clearly taken aback with his demand as you.

"Well, if she wants, I mean, do you want to ?" Hotch asks, looking at you.

"Well, The Little Mermaid was one of my favourite movie when I was younger so why not. As long as I'm not interrupting."

"It was ?!" Jack asked, amazed. "Dad looks like Prince Eric don't you think?"

"Hahaha, yeah I can see it." you responded, looking at Aaron, his cheeks getting red.

After breakfast you help Hotch cleaning the kitchen while Jack was playing Lego, waiting for the two of you to be ready for the movie. The thunder outside made the ambiance cozy as you sat on the sofa. Aaron joined, sitting next to Jack who was happy to cuddle his father.

Even if you loved The Little Mermaid and knew the movie by heart, watching movies during the day wasn't really doing it for you. Especially after eating, the chances of you falling asleep were high. Hotch seemed to notice that as you fell asleep right on his shoulder. He didn't dare to move, you looking too cute your head on his shoulder.

"Y/N." Aaron murmured, shaking you a little. "The movie's over."

"Aaron." you said, sleepily.

The use of his first name was unusual for you. Always calling him Hotch or sir or boss, but never Aaron. The feeling he had in his stomach the night before was back and he couldn't push it away.

"Where's Jack?"

"JJ's house. Henri called for a playdate." Hotch answered, his eyes in yours.

He couldn't help but look at you, all shy on his sofa. Your cheeks getting red, your eyes in his and slowly looking down to his lips. You always knew he was beautiful, always looking at him at work, at his features. But you never knew he looked that beautiful, dressing normally, in his living room, so close one another. Before you knew it, your lips were on his, tasting the sweet taste of pancakes and the dry taste of his coffee. The kiss was soft, rather inquisitive, both of your lips learning each others. When you both back off to take a breath, you gazed up at him, flustered, a small shy smile on your lips.

"You are so pretty." Aaron murmured, his forehead on yours.

"So are you." you said chuckling a little.

He chuckled slightly, not believing he was kissing you, leaving a couple of kisses on your forehead, down to your jaw before going back to your mouth. The kiss was more heated and his hands quickly found their way to your hips, pressing them slightly. This action made a moan come out your mouth and Aaron couldn't help himself from bitting your lower lips.

"Come here." he murmured, pointing his lap.

You did as asked, grinding yourself on him, feeling him getting hard. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot near your ear.

"Want to continue this in the bedroom ? I mean, if you want of course." he asked, his lips on your ear.

You follow him in his bedroom, anticipating what's going to happen. Hotch pushed you gently on the bed before hovering you, his lips on your jaw and his hands on your hips. Grinding himself a little on you, he moved his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on your skin. Your hands found their way on his back, tucking on his shirt to take it off.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked, his eyes in yours.

"I do. Please."

"How do you wanna do it ?"

"I want you to do everything you want to me Aaron."

His hand went between your legs, grabbing the place where you wanted him the most. You could feel yourself being wet, cyprine making it's way to your thighs. He helped you take off his shirt and yours, his eyes going down on your breast covered in your lace emerald bra. Your chest was raising up and down, your hands cupping his face. Aaron kept his eyes in yours before kissing down your chest, unclipping your bra, moving his lips to the hem of your jeans. He looked at you, as if he was asking for permission. You nodded slightly, wanting him to put his mouth down there already.

"Words baby."

"Yes please Aaron."

He took off your pants, kissing your stomach before kissing down your thighs, pushing them apart slowly. He left a kiss on your panties, your respiration becoming more and more rapid. He pulled your panties aside, licking a long strip from your folds. You moaned, hands gripping his hair. He then placed his lips against your folds, nibbling against your clit. He pushed one finger in, then two, your hips rocking against his mouth, wanting more. Sucking your clit, he lifted your legs on his shoulders, weighting your torso down on the bed with one hand on your lower stomach. Your moans were becoming more and more loud and you knew you would be cumming soon. Aaron knew it too because his mouth left your core to leave small kisses near your hips.

"On your knees." he ordered.

You did as asked, unzipping his pants before taking off his boxers. You told yourself he was big but not that big. You gasp in suprise, making Aaron chuckled.

"What's going on sweetheart ? Too big for you ? You're gonna open your mouth and make it fit like a good girl."

You nodded, approaching your lips to his member but he stopped yourself, tucking of your hair.

"When I speak I want an answer. Are you gonna suck my dick like a good girl?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?" he asked, his hands putting your hair in a make shift ponytail.

"Yes sir."

You kissed his balls, moving your lips to his member, keeping eye contact with him. You sucked on his head before taking him all in your mouth, his head going deep into your throat making you gag. He pushed your head slightly, making back and forth movements. Salive coming out your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I'm gonna cum and you're gonna swallow everything alright ?"

You took his dick out of your mouth to answer him, crying a yes sir before taking him back in your mouth. His respiration was twitching and you could hear him groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth. A hot substance making it's way down your throat. You stuck your tongue out to proved to him that you swallowed everything.

"Go on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Positioning yourself on all four, you almost screamed when his hand slapped your ass, hearing Aaron chuckled at your reaction. His fingers runned down your pussy, his mouth finding it's way between your folds again. You couldn't help but moaned, the sensation being too good.

"I want to put my mouth and my fingers everywhere, in all your holes. Would you be okay with that?" he asked, fingers in your pussy.

"Yes sir."

Without you saying more, he put his tongue on your asshole, licking it.

"Gonna make it nice and ready for my thumb, right sweetheart ?"

You couldn't talk, only responding by a moan. The feeling of his tongue down there was so good, better than anything you had before. You felt his thumb running near your asshole before entering you. You couldn't help but make a muffled pleasure scream, rocking your ass on his finger. His thumb in your ass and his tongue in your pussy was a combination you could only dreamed about.

"Mmmh, you taste so good, like I imagined it."

This did it for you, hearing him say he imagined doing these things to you. Before you knew it, you came on in mouth and fingers.

"Oh my baby made a mess. She will help cleaning that right ?" he said, his fingers on your lips making you open your mouth to suck on his fingers. He kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance. His lips moved to your ear, murmuring sweet things to you.

"I'll fuck you good baby, and you're gonna take all of me in you. I'll fuck you until you become a mess in your boss's bed."

His hands reached your ass, spreading your thighs slightly before pushing himself in you. He was so big and you let out a cry. His fingers brushed your hair, letting you time to adjust yourself to his size. He kissed your ear, before thrusting slowly.

"Is this alright love ? I'm not too rough on you ?" he murmured in your ear.

The way he was dominating but at the same thing caring for you to feel safe was something that could create butterflies in your stomach.

"It's good Aaron. You make me feel so good, I promise."

You heard his chuckled slighty, still thrusting slowly into you.

"Harder."

"Beg for it."

"Please sir, I need you to fuck me harder please."

He didn't need more than that for him to thrust harder, his balls punching against your pussy. Both of your were moaning and your moans became louder when his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching it. His thrust were becoming sloppier each time and the familiar knot in your stomach was back.

"I'm gonna fill you up." you heard him say, one of his hand grabbing your throat, squeezing it softly. His other hand grabbed your nipple, pinching it. Your fingers found their way to your clit, finishing the job he first started. A few moments later, you felt the hot substance in your core, cumming at the same time.

Aaron fell next to you, his hand tracing little circles on your shoulders.

"Thank you for that." you looked up to him, shyly.

The confidence you had during your sexy moment was now gone and you couldn't help but feel shy, even if he just fucked the hell out of you.

"I've been dreaming of doing that for a long time." he smiled, his fingers brushing your hair behing your ear.

"What does that mean for us ?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Well at work...and in real life."

"Well, at work we could sign some papers but for starters what would you say if I asked you out on a date first ?"

You blushed, kissing his nose before agreeing.

"But first I want another round, soft this time." you murmured.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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Forever With You

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn) x Emo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Death, Mourning, Swearing, Slight Gore

Genre: Angst

Summary: Living with knowing that your life was basically given back to you from near-death thanks to the demise of a loved one is the closest feeling to death with your heart still beating. Sam now knows that. The whole group knows that. Good thing friends stick together even after death.

Requested by my lovely Until Dawn Anon. Hi babyy! I hope you enjoy the read and I sure as hell hope this isn’t the last request of yours I’ll be writing. We’re business partners at this point LOL. Love you ❤❤❤

QUICK NOTE - Some elements of this fic, by request of Until Dawn Anon, have been inspired by a certain drama series. I’m not gonna name it to avoid spoilers for both the show and this fic, but whoever’s watched the show will recognize which show is being referenced.

Sam’s POV

“You’d make a mean hunter!“ Chris comments as Y/N lowers the shotgun after shooting her mark for the fifth time.

“Nah, I’d never hurt animals.“ She gives him a sincere smile, “But I appreciate you thinking I have the proper skillset.“

We’re waiting for the world’s slowest cable car to make its way to our station, aka the lower station so we can meet up with the rest of our group, assuming that any of them are already there.

When I arrived at the station Chris, Ashley and Y/N were already there. They were sitting on the benches outside the station, waiting for me. I was actually supposed to take the same bus as them but something came up right as I was about to head to the bus station, forcing me to take the bus an hour after theirs.

“Sam, I will never forgive you for this, I swear!“ Y/N says, standing up from the bench and heading in my direction, “You let me thirdwheel alone! I mean, I could only survive watching these two beat around the bush for so long!“ She lowered her voice when she said that, giving the couple us two and Josh call Chrashley a quick glance over the shoulder.

I took her hands in mine almost instinctively, “Aw, I’m sorry. But look on the bright side: the love radiating off them is so strong it kept you warm as well!” It was true, her usually freezing hands were not so frozen. Still colder than a person’s should be, but not yet to the point of provoking concern.

She smirked, rolling her eyes, “You know I’d rather freeze to death than have love keep me warm.” She spat the word ‘love’ as though it was poisonously bitter in her mouth. Luckily, before I could say anything more, Chris dragged us to the makeshift shooting range he had found at the side of the snow covered clearing.

It didn’t take long for him and Y/N to start getting competitive with one another, like the not-blood-related siblings they are, so now Ash and I are observing their little competition of who can hit the most marks with the smallest amount of prep time. It’s obvious Y/N the one winning, but Chris isn’t the quitter type so while she is shooting even the smallest of pebbles in the snow we point out to her, he’s still aiming for the hanging sacks of sand and the glass bottles.

With the two of them being so immersed in their ‘competition’, Ashley and I are chatting while remaining a safe distance away from the shooting pair - Chris especially. Y/N has at least slight experience in the field. Being at the distance that we are, we are also out of earshot for them. So, both Ash and I bring up the obvious topic that never remains unspoken - RELATIONSHIPS.

“You and Y/N have been really close as of late. Finally making things official?“ Ash nudges the conversation first as she adjusts the beanie she’s wearing.

I sigh, a white cloud created from that breath of something between disappointment and dread, “We’re not even unofficial. We’re just friends.“ I take the opportunity to take a teasing stab at her, “I’m not luck enough to have my...“ I make quotation marks with my fingers, “’crush’ feel the same way about me. Unlike you.“ I smirk at her, noticing the color of red appearing on her cheeks despite the cold breeze that’s caressing every inch of exposed skin, making it worryingly pale.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Sam. For both of those statements.“ She says diplomatically, scanning the shooting duo with a quick once-over. “She isn’t as reserved when she’s with you. I know you don’t notice, but everyone else does. She’s different, warmer even, with you.“ I expect her to go on, explaining her situation with Chris, but she doesn’t.

As much as I’d like to get her to go on and spill a little of what she feels about Chris, even though everyone and their grandmothers already know, I can’t help but let my mind go down the rabbit hole of ‘what if’s. I’m not oblivious nor blind, I can see the way her demeanor changes around me in comparison to, let’s say, when she’s around Mike. However, she’s ‘warmer’ with Josh, Chris, Matt and Ash as well. It’s called friendliness. It’s no secret that she’s never been too fond of Emily or Jess or Mike. The friendliness of a person can so easily be taken out of context when someone’s crushing on them.

And Y/N’s friendliness especially. This girl hates romance. Absolutely hates it. The word ‘love’ itself gets her annoyed and bothered to the point of discomfort sometimes. I have never tried to probe and try to figure out why. I say I haven’t cause I respect her privacy, but truth be told I am scared. I want to believe there is a small part of her that still wants to experience a romantic relationship, a love connection, and I’m afraid that prodding the subject would shatter all the hopes I have.

How did I end up falling for this dark, broody, Catwoman like emo girl? - I have no idea. It was only natural if you ask me. I think I’m not the only one who’s so whipped by her, but I could never be sure. I mean, how could someone NOT fall for this raven badass: black hair, eyes just a shade lighter than black, tattoos - perfect combination of beauty and brains. And balls, she’s probably the boldest person I’ve ever known or will ever meet. What really caught my attention when I first laid eyes on her was the way she shined. Literally. I don’t mean that as a cheesy metaphor - the girl is always covered in jewelry that reflects the sunlight perfectly. She mesmerized me from day one. She made me a big hypocrite - I was always the one to tell Chris and Ash to make a move, to confess their feelings, and now here I am, in their shoes as though they have cursed me.

“Hey, eagle eyes! Our ride’s here.“ Ash announces, handing Chris his backpack as they fall in step, walking side by side around the station.

Y/N falls in step with me, elbowing my ribs gently, “Slow down, let’s give them some privacy.” She slows her pace to a frustratingly slow walk and I oblige, “I don’t usually say things like this, but they are really cute.”

We’d be really cute

Wait, where did that thought come from?!

“Yeah, I know.“ I say through the fog of confusion that has taken over my brain. “They sure are.“ I clear my throat, trying to hide the fact that my own mind just shocked me. Damn, what is happening to me? What is this crush doing to me? It’s exhausting and terrifying but....I don’t want it to stop.

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“It’s ok, baby. You’re ok.“ Y/N’s voice echoes in the eeriness of the mines.

How did this night make a swerve for the worst so suddenly. All of it, all the horrors just piled up so suddenly. We’re fearful of our own shadows at this point. We are terrified of each other as well. We’re all in a fragile and vulnerable state, with out sanity hanging by a thread. We are all slowly losing ourselves more and more, the events of the past few hours and the hours to come dragging us in the depth of this seemingly endless void of terror.

And then there’s Y/N. Mike, her and I have just found Josh who was having some sort of hallucination-riddled breakdown in the mines. While Mike and I stood aside, contemplating our next move, Y/N didn’t waste any time hesitating. She ran right to his aid and literally pulled him out of his horrific delusions, wrapping her arms around him tightly, murmuring words of comfort as he cried on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I should’ve done something...I should’ve saved them.. I shouldn’t have done this to you guys.“ Josh’s sobs tear my heart to pieces. Seeing him like this is like watching a disaster happen right in front of me, but I’m incapable of doing anything to prevent it or aid help the people affected by it. I’m helpless, I can just stand aside and watch. Watch as he falls apart and Y/N desperately trying to keep him together as if she’s strong enough to carry such duty on her shoulders.

“It’ll all be over soon, it’ll all be ok. Hannah and Beth know it wasn’t your fault, Josh. We forgive you too. Please, don’t do this, at least not now.“ Just as she says those word, an inhuman screech comes from somewhere in the distance behind us, accompanied by another shortly after which came from right up-front.

Good thing we don’t have to head in either of those directions, not that we’re safe no matter which path we take. We’re walking through thigh deep water which could be hiding anything below the surface yet we wouldn’t know because it looks more like ink than water. We’re not the most discreet nor quiet as we move forward, taken that we are doing our best to push through with letting out as little curse words and sneers due to the inability to feel our lower body.

My foot hits something solid and rather sharp, most likely a large stone, causing me to let out a loud hiss before I could stop it. I freeze, listening on the noises surrounding us, expecting those screeches to emerge from behind the nearest wall and put an end to this torture we’re enduring.

I nearly jump out of my skin when a hand wraps around my wrist gently. My first instinct is to pull away, all my muscles tensing as I try to take a step back.

“Hey, hey relax. It’s ok.“ Y/N’s voice is unusually soft and sweet, just like when she was comforting Josh. It’s the voice she uses when aiding a hurt animal, or calming a weeping baby. “You’re ok, nothing bad will happen to us, ok Sam? We’re making it out of here.“ She’s carrying the mom role, the older sister role, the nurse role and the pillar we’re all leaning on for support. She’s keeping it together so we can too.

Her hand moves down to mine, unfolding my fingers that I’ve curled into a tight fist due to the uncomfortable sensation of being half frozen and half numb. He holds my hand open while quickly slipping off a ring from her pointer finger and putting it on mine. It has a small brightly blue rock on it. I recognize it right away - it’s the only ring she wears permanently. She changes all her other accessories, but never this ring. I can swear I’ve heard her joke that she’d like to be buried with it when the time comes.

“The lady that gave me this ring said it symbolizes the courage to carry on while carrying the world on your shoulders, and that really stuck with me.“ Her tone takes me to a different place, somewhere nice, safe and warm. Her words wrap around me like a safety blanket, for a moment letting me forget everything: the past few hours, the present and the yet to be determined future. “I have a feeling you need that courage more than I do.“

I nod but I’m physically unable to look up and meet her eyes. My gaze is fixated on her hands, which I’ve never felt so warm, holding mine as though it’s made of porcelain.

“If you keep going at this rate, all your jewelry will end up on me.“ I fish the necklace from underneath my hoodie, holding the charm so she can see it.

It’s a necklace she gave me right before she went on her first forest ranger training program. We weren’t sure if we’d see her again when we were at the train station saying goodbye. She said there was a chance of her staying at the camp to fully devote herself to what she wanted for her future. Thankfully though, she returned about four months later. I remember how hard I had to fight my tears that day. I should’ve know it would be useless - Y/N notices everything. That necklace, a beautiful blood red circular pendant hanging on a silver chain, was her saying ‘see you soon, hopefully’. I haven’t taken it off me since.

“I’ve already written it all to you in my will.“ She gives my hand a squeeze before letting go and continuing forward. After a brief return to the present reality I follow, making sure to always be an arm reach away at most from Y/N. Being within close proximity to her makes me feel like it will be alright. I mean, she said it would be, and she’s never wrong.

We enter an area where the water isn’t as still anymore. It rushes towards this small cliff where it creates a waterfall, pooling in the lower level in the form of a deep lake. The water is way higher there and the ground at the bottom is not reachable.

“Let’s try not to get pulled.“ Mike declares, his walk now more of a struggle just like everyone else’s “If we can reach that wall without dying we should be ok.“

We all nod, more as a way of reassuring ourselves than a response to his statement. We are less than fifteen feet away, I have a strong belief we can make it.

Ten feet away. We’re almost there.

And then we hear it - a deafening screech. It’s right next to me.

We turn to see that monster grab Y/N by her throat, throwing her into the water. Before we even have time to react, it’s too late. The thing has once again picked her up, holding her high above the surface of the water. She looks at me, her eyes screaming the way her vocal chords can’t. The fear has silenced her.

The wendigo’s other hand pierces through her chest, pulling her heart out.

She’s gone. She’s gone. She can’t be gone! WHY HER?! Why couldn’t it be me?! Why am I still drawing breath when she just let out her last one?! WHY DID IT GO FOR HER?! Is it because it knew that’s the quickest way to kill me?! TO KILL ALL OF US?!

The wendigo throws Y/N’s body over the cliff and into the deep lake below right before it climbs one of the stone walls and leaves our sight. It didn’t see any of us. We were too frozen to move even if we tried, of course it didn’t see us.

“We..- we gotta keep moving. Sam, come on. It’s over. She’s gone. We can’t help her.“ Each word shakier than the last, but still like sharp stabs right through my chest. Mike has taken hold of my arm and is leading me towards the wall we are supposed to climb to get out of here and back to the lodge.

* * *

I don’t remember climbing the damn thing. I don’t remember the way back to the lodge. I can faintly recall the pained cries of everyone in the basement when Mike told them what happened. All that time I couldn’t utter a single word. I couldn’t comprehend what had happened. It all happened so out of the blue and it was over so quickly, like it wasn’t the end of a human life. Like it didn’t matter and it wouldn’t have any lasting effects on anything that followed. As though her death wasn’t worth to be remembered.

It all sunk in only after I was out of that hell-hole lodge, the flames dancing in front of my eyes, surrounding the structure that within its walls held several of those monsters, one of which was the one that killed Y/N.

Y/N

Thinking of her got me to look down at the pendant of the necklace around my neck, the fire being reflected off its smooth red surface. Like a pool of blood in the middle of a forest caught by a wildfire.

See you soon, hopefully

I take one look at those woods, my heart sinking at the thought that behind those trees there’s an entrance to the mines. The mines that are now the resting place of the girl I loved. The girl that deserved better.

“Sam, they’re here. We’re safe. They’re saving us. It’s finally over.“ Mike’s words are nothing but a faint echo at the back of my conscience.

What’s on the front lines of my mind is that phrase - See you soon, hopefully. I’ll be seeing her soon. But not through death, she would never wish that upon me or anyone.

She’ll come back. She won’t let this be the end. She’s too stubborn.

“SAM!“ The screams fail to reach me completely as I run as though my life depends on it. My feet barely touch the ground, my instinct leading me to the nightmarish depths of this mountain.

I will not allow it to be your resting place, Y/N!

I jump from the top of the wall into the shallow water, letting the water drag my shaky form towards the cliff. With zero hesitation or doubt, no regard for the filthiness of the water or the horrors that may await me below its surface.

It’s pitch black. I can’t see or feel a thing. My body feels like it’s being stabbed by thousands of needles, causing it to go numb. I push my lungs to their limits, testing every cell of my body, begging them to not fail me.

The discourage starts settling in, accompanied by the pain that’s spreading throughout my chest due to the lack of oxygen. I’m just about to swim to the surface to breathe when I see it.

A glow. More of a reflection, actually. The reflection I was talking about earlier. The minimal light that’s pushing its way into the mines has made it to this depth and is being reflected by a metal ring connected to a pale hand.

Dizziness and pain all but forgotten, I push myself to swim lower, grasping the hand and giving it my all to pull it up. I only realize I’m above water when air enters my lungs in large gulps. It takes me a second to take in the fact that I’m holding the bloody, pale, unmoving body of Y/N with a hole through her chest.

“Please...“ I beg through gasps for breath, “Please open your eyes, live. Oh God, a wendigo or not just...just please come back to me, Y/N! Come back to take me with you!“

Despite my words of desperation, my screams of agony, I know they are in vain. I know she wouldn’t come back even if she could. She would rather stay dead than return as a threat to her friends with the risk of actually hurting them. She would never bring harm to her loved ones.

Images flash before my eyes: The hurt in her eyes when Josh’s scheme was revealed; Her comforting Ashley while Chris was out with the Flamethrower Guy; Talking Mike into putting the gun away and not shooting Em; Her standing up to Emily, grabbing her arm before she could hit Ash; Her comforting the disoriented and scared Josh we found in the mines; Her looking at me a second before her death.

There are two scenes that have been permanently engraved in my memory: Seeing her shining form for the first time and seeing her ink-like eyes, filled with terror for the last time.

* * *

We’re sitting in a room with bright neon lights and security cameras in each corner. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t even remember leaving the mines. We were all given a change of clothes and a blanket. They offered us food and something to drink to refuel our bodies but after those horrors we saw, non of us are able to hold anything down. Josh was taken to a separate room the moment the helicopter landed and we haven’t seen him since.

I’m sitting on a bench next to Chris and Ashley, opposite Mike, Jess and Emily. Poor Jess has had it the roughest out of all of us. She has been drained of all emotion, her face isn’t even pale - more see-through. Mike’s arm is protectively wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her close. Matt and Emily are holding hands, unable to say anything to each other. Chris has Ashley tightly wrapped in his arms as though he’s prepared to protect her from anything.

And I’m alone.

I saw a black body bag being unloaded from the helicopter. I knew whose body it contained. No one dared say a word about it. We had run out of tears and words at that point.

I keep my head hanging low, my eyes fixated on the white tiled floor beneath my feet. The lights are too bright compared to my pitch black world. It’s all just empty and meaningless now. Looking back, I should’ve taken my own advice and spoken up about how I felt. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, maybe everything would’ve been different. And that’s the real torment - I will never know.

I straighten up, squinting at the artificial blinding lights, resting my back against the wall behind me. As I’m doing so, I catch a glimpse of something shiny in front of me.

My heart leaps.

It’s such an irrational reaction to something so simple. So ordinary to anyone else.

The shine is coming from the light reflecting off the chain Mike’s wearing around his neck. A familiar chain I’ve seen on someone else.

“That’s Y/N’s.“ I bark at him angrily, gaining his attention, “Why do you have it?!“

“Sam...“ Chris’ hand rests on my arm, “We all have something hers. She was sentimental, remember?“

‘Was‘. That change from ‘is‘ to ‘was‘ is killing me. And the ease with which everyone has accepted that Y/N is now a thing of the past.

“She gave me a bracelet.“ Ashley shows me her wrist

“She gave me this cool watch...“ Chris rolls up his sleeve, “I’m glad it survived all the crap it was put through with me. Not a scratch.“

“She’d haunt you if you scratched it.“ Matt smiles but his eyes are dull with sadness

“She’ll haunt us regardless.“ Emily says, “I hope she does.“

The rest of the crew shows the pieces Y/N left them of herself and it’s the most heartwarming while also heartbreaking feeling. The room has a different atmosphere all of a sudden. We are seven people, each with a soul of our own and a piece of Y/N’s.

As long as all the pieces are near each other, she’ll be alive and present. She’ll live on to watch over us and guide us. She’s probably looking down at us right now, relieved that we made it out. Overjoyed that Chris and Ashely are finally where they’re supposed to be - in each other’s arms. Glad Matt and Emily have found a stable middle ground. Proud of Jess for what she survived back there and happy she has found safety in Mike’s embrace. And what does she feel about me? As I said, I’ll never know, I can only hope she heard what I said to her back in the mines.

Assumptions aside, her message is crystal clear and leaves no room for speculations:

As long as we’re together, she’ll be with us. Forever.

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sunshinesteviee · 5 years

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pinky promises - t.s.h [1]

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: nothing yet, just the usual fluff, dad!tom

Summary: being a single dad to a four-year-old isn’t easy, but tom figures out a way to make it work with the help of his best friend

A/N: AHHHH. i’m so so excited to share this with you guys!! you can all thank @toms-gf for giving me this idea - it was originally supposed to be a blurb, but i got this idea, and knew i wanted it to be a new series. i’m still not sure how many parts it’ll be, but i already have a few planned out. i’d love to get feedback - tell me what you think or if you have any ideas for the series!! i appreciate all of the love so far, i love y’all so much!!! 💛

this is also my submission for jess and becca’s (@gottaletgopete and @parkerpuffwrites) writing challenge. the prompt was “i don’t know what i’d do without you”

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Could you pick Mags up from daycare? Meeting is going long, hopefully will be home before she goes to bed. Tell her I love her. And you, too xxx

Tom’s text came in just as you were leaving for work, but it was one you’d seen time and time again. As a single dad, Tom worked as much as he could to give his daughter, Margaret, the best life possible, and it kept him busy even though it was a typical day-to-day office job. He worked as many hours as he could, often working overtime and staying way past the time most people went home. And you, being Tom’s best friend from the time you were little, you felt obligated to do what you could to help him out, because you could tell he needed it. His family helped when they could, but more often than not, they had their own stuff going on. Not to mention, she was the cutest little girl you’d ever seen, and you loved her like she was your own.

“Y/N!” Margaret squealed excitement as soon as she noticed you were there, running across the room, the skirt of her floral dress flying behind before she launched herself into your arms.

Scooping her into your arms, you hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Hey, love bug! How was your day?”

“Fun!” she grinned, pressing a slobbery kiss to your cheek in return. “Where’s Daddy?”

You set her down on her feet carefully, taking her small hand in yours, “He’s still at work, but I’m gonna take you home and we’re gonna eat dinner together. How does that sound?”

She paused for a second, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tilted her head to look up at you, brown curls falling down her back. There were moments when you realized how much she looked like her dad, and this was one of them, the big brown eyes that matched his staring up at you - the only difference being the small pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose to help her see. The look of confusion on her features only lasted for a split second before she smiled, nodding her head, “Okay!”

Her hand squeezed yours as she ran to her cubby, showing you each of the pictures she’d colored during the day before shoving them into her tiny backpack and slipping it on over her shoulders. She reached for your hand again, taking hold of it tightly as she skipped out to the car, where she climbed in, sitting in the car seat that was permanently situated in the backseat. You quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead as you buckled her up before getting in the car yourself.

Arriving at Tom’s place, a small house that he’d spent forever saving for, you helped Margaret out of the car, and took the keys to Tom’s house out of your purse, pushing the door open so she could run inside. She dropped her backpack off of her shoulders, practically falling backward on the ground as their dog, Tessa, ran into her legs. She squealed, laughing hysterically as the dog started licking her face, “Tess, Y/N’s eating dinner with us!”

“I am, indeed,” you replied, ruffling the mess of curls on her head as you stepped over the pile of her jacket, shoes, and backpack she’d left on the ground. “We can make dinner, as soon as you pick up your things and put them away, okay?”

“Okay! Can we have chicken nuggets for dinner, Y/N?” she asked, putting her shoes in their place by the door, standing on her tippytoes to hang her jacket up on the hooks.

“Hmm…I think we can do that. Let’s see if we have any, yeah?”

When dinner was over, which included lots of excited gestures from Margaret as she told stories of what happened during her day, and ended up with half of her dinner on the floor because of it, it was nearing her bedtime. Tom still wasn’t home, but you’d done this enough times to know her routine. You were there practically every night, whether or not Tom was home, so it was nothing new. So, after cleaning up dinner with the help of the four-year-old, you ushered her up the stairs to the bathroom.

Just as the bath began filling with warm water - and bubbles, of course - your phone buzzed in your pocket, prompting you to pull it out. A text from Tom flashed across the screen, and you already knew what it was going to say; he was going to be home after Margaret had to go to sleep. It wasn’t that you minded, because you really didn’t. You just knew that Maggie was going to be upset. Letting out a soft sigh, you flicked open the message, and sure enough, the text read

Sorry… trying to get out of here soon. Don’t know if I’ll be home for bedtime, Maggie can sleep on the couch if she wants. Tell her I love her xxx

The little girl was always in tune with other people, seemingly always able to sense when something was wrong or when something changed. At the sound of the small breath escaping your lips, her head shot up, hands still in the pile of bubbles. “Is it Daddy?”

Not having the heart to tell her that her Daddy probably wouldn’t be home for bedtime just yet, you shook your head as you crouched by the tub, leaning forward to press a kiss to her wet hair, “Nope, just a friend.”

One of Margaret’s eyebrows shot up, head tilting to the side ever so slightly as she mulled over your statement. A moment later, her eyes met yours, “Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?”

You laughed, eyebrows furrowing together as you lathered shampoo in her hair, “How do you know what a boyfriend is? You don’t have one, do you?”

The look that crossed her face was one of amusement, a loud giggle escaping her mouth as if that was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard, “No, ew! Boys are gross! But my friend Lizzy at school says she has one.”

A snort escaped from you as you nodded in agreement, “Good, you don’t need a boyfriend yet, Mags. And you’re right, boys are gross. But yes, I do have a boyfriend.”

This was true. Isaac had been your boyfriend for a while - long enough that you were living together. But it had begun to take a turn for the worse; there was always something to be fought about. Isaac knew that Tom was your best friend, and that he had been since you were little, but he wasn’t exactly happy with the current setup, and how you’d become such a central part in Tom’s life by practically helping him raise his child - one that wasn’t even yours. Isaac had been jealous of Tom from the beginning, even though he refused to admit it.

She nodded thoughtfully, playing with the mountain of bubbles in the tub, before looking up at you again, “Is Daddy your boyfriend? Some of my friend’s mommies have boyfriends and they’re their daddies.”

Her question caught you off guard, even though it really shouldn’t have. Maggie was observant; she knew that most of her friends at school had a mommy and a daddy, but she only lived with her daddy, and you seemed to be around a lot… maybe you were her mommy. It made the most sense to her; why else would you be around so often? But of course it did. You knew that she’d never really met her mom. You’d been there when she left, just mere weeks after Margaret was born. You were the one to take care of Margaret as if she was your daughter.

Taking in a deep breath, you tried to figure out the best way to answer her question, because you knew that there would be follow-up ones. The conversation about her mom was something best left for Tom to discuss with her, but you could answer the original question, there was no harm in that. You filled a cup with some of the warm water in the tub as you began to answer, “No, Daddy isn’t my boyfriend. ‘M gonna rinse your hair, okay, love bug?”

Knowing the drill, her tiny hands flew to her face, covering her eyes so the water wouldn’t get into them. She quickly held her breath as you rinsed the last of the shampoo from her long brunette curls, a few drops of water trailing down her face. It was as if the water had washed away the last trace of the conversation from her mind, and she quickly moved onto talking about something else, which made the rest of her bath a breeze.

Not long later, she was finally dressed in her Tangled footie pajamas, hair brushed and eyes heavy. You knew it wouldn’t be long until she was out cold, but Tom still wasn’t home yet. Sitting on the edge of her recently-upgraded “big girl bed,” you pulled Margaret in closer. Tom certainly didn’t have too much money, not enough to spend on whatever he wanted, but he truly went all out for his little girl; her walls were covered in the prettiest pastel yellow, hand-painted flowers in all colors adorned the yellow paint. Her bedspread was also covered in pink and yellow flowers, and there was a mountain of stuffed animals in one corner. You remembered the day you’d decorated the room with Tom and his brothers (though it wasn’t too long ago), his parents keeping Maggie preoccupied so you could paint. It’d been kind of impromptu, but when Maggie said that she wanted flowers on her walls, Tom was doing it in a heartbeat, redoing the room for her in a blink of the eye.

It’d been a sunny spring morning, cool air blowing in through the open window as the four of you got to work. Tom had been wearing an old shirt of his and some basketball shorts, but he somehow managed to look beautiful as always, his soft hair tucked underneath a backwards baseball hat, a few stray curls falling onto his forehead. What had really struck you that day was how happy he was - how happy he was to be doing something that would make his princess happy. He was such a good dad, there was no way anyone could argue with that.

Tucking some of her wet curls behind her ear, you placed her glasses back on her face, “Daddy still isn’t home yet, but he said you can sleep on the couch till he gets home, if you want. What do you think, lovey?”

The sigh that escaped her lips, accompanied by the look on her face, practically broke your heart. Her soft brown eyes were wide behind the frames of her glasses, her little lips pursing slightly as she frowned, “Okay, I guess. Can I snuggle wif you?”

“Of course we can snuggle, peanut. I always love snuggles with my best girl,” you replied, giving her a small smile as you grabbed her favorite stuffed bunny and blanket, before lifting her off of the ground and carrying her out to the living room.

With her head in your lap, her bunny clutched in her arms and a soft blanket covering her body, it wasn’t long until she was fast asleep. Your fingers ran through her long curls gently, being careful not to tug at them too hard, hoping that the action was comforting enough to help her stay asleep. You knew that Tom had to work as much as he could to support his little family, but it was clear to you how hard it was on Margaret. It wasn’t like Tom was away every night, he could never do that, but each night he was, it took a toll on his little girl. After you knew she was fully asleep, you gently plucked her small glasses off of her face, placing them onto the coffee table in front of you.

Looking down at her, sound asleep against you, you knew why Tom did what he did. You knew how much it pained him to be away from her, but he did it all so she could have a good life. She was so perfect - innocent and pure in the way only children could be - with her gorgeous curls, cheeks for days, and the most perfect little lips (one thing Tom was glad she hadn’t inherited from him). Margaret deserved the absolute best the world had to offer, and Tom was determined to give that to her.

Your focus on her only broke as you heard the sound of the garage door opening; Tom was finally home. Tessa got up from where she was sitting at the end of the couch, making her way towards the door to inspect what the noise was. When she found it was only Tom, her tail started wagging excitedly, begging to be pet by him. So, he bent down to give her a little bit of love.

Even from where you were sitting, you could see how tired Tom was. He dropped his bag onto the floor, kicking his shoes off near the door into the pile of shoes that was already there. His dress shirt was wrinkled and halfway untucked, and his hair was disheveled, like he had been pulling on it out of frustration for a while now. Footsteps heavy against the wood floor, Tom made his way over to the two of you, his voice soft as he gave you a tired smile, “Hey. How was she?”

“Great,” you whispered back, returning the smile as you ran your fingers through her hair one last time. “She’s always great, Tom.”

He let out a tired laugh, crouching down so he was face to face with Margaret. It was silent for a few moments as he watched her sleep against your lap, her chest slowly rising and falling, little puffs of air escaping her lips each time she let out a breath. Smiling, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the pad of his thumb brushing over her chubby cheeks, “Hi, princess. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

Her eyes barely blinked open as he scooped her up into his arms so he could carry her back to her room. As soon as she realized it was only her daddy, she smiled sleepily, nuzzling her head against his chest, “Love you, Daddy.”

You watched with a smile as he carried her down the hall, whispering little things to her about how much he loved her as she placed her head against his shoulder, her eyes heavy again as she tried to fight the sleep. You had no doubt that he was tucking her into bed, kissing her forehead and singing her a song like he did every night until she was asleep. He was the best father in the best way he knew how to be.

A few minutes later, Tom came back out to the living room now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies. He flopped down on the couch next to you, kicking his feet up to rest against the coffee table as he let out a sigh. His hands rubbed over his face before his fingers ran through his hair again, pushing it out of the way. It was silent for a few moments until Tom leaned over, resting his head against your shoulder, “Thank you, again.”

Resting your head against his lightly, you reached over to bump your arm against his before slipping your hand into his, giving it a light squeeze, “Really, you don’t have to thank me, Tommy. It’s what I’m here for.”

“I just…” he trailed off in a sigh before his eyes flicked up to you, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Luckily, you won’t have to find out.”

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mattygraygubler · 5 years

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our campus: chapter 3 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: talk of being roofied, drinking

word count: 3.1k

a/n: more dialogue and texts????? someone come take my laptop away ALSO bold is texts or emails, u get it

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“So???” Emily said immediately as you sat down at your usual table for lunch. You dropped your salad and slid into the seat next to Ally.

“So what?” You asked, even though you knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Tutor boy! Is he hot for teacher yet?” Emily said with a wink.

“God, Em, you’re the worst.” You replied.

“And you are avoiding the question.” Isabelle said as she grabbed your iced tea. “You can have this back after you dish.”

“Fine. His name is Tom Holland-” you were interrupted by Ally choking on her water, spitting all over her empty plate.

“Tom Holland?! God, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Ally said. “He’s the fucking worst.”

“What what what explain now.” Emily said in one breath.

“Ok so first of all he’s super hot, so no matter what he auditions for, he always gets cast. In fact, he’s currently starring in Romeo and Juliet, which if you remember I’m stage managing. So needless to say, I unfortunately have to work very, very closely with him.”

“Al, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Emily said giddily.

“For Y/N’s sake, I was praying it wasn’t him.”

“What was he like?” Isabelle asked you.

“Well he came up to me and hit on me before realizing I was his tutor.” You said, and then proceeded to tell the rest of the horrible story of your first encounter with Tom.

“Ohmigod he’s totally into you,” Emily said in one breath.

“Yeah, you need to stop tutoring him.” Isabelle said.

“Iz, are you INSANE?!” Emily replied.

“What? He’s obviously incredibly disrespectful. She shouldn’t waste her time.”

“Look, I’m gonna give him the benefit of the doubt. The second he breaks a rule, I’m done.”

“I love it when you give boys rules, it’s so hot,” Isabelle said and you all laughed.

The rest of the day passed by relatively quickly, and thankfully the delta nu meeting finished early, meaning you could get some work done before Tom showed up.

You were sat in the hlab, getting some work done for your political conflict class, when a figure slid in across from you, pulling one of your headphones out of your ear.

“Jess!” You greeted Jessie with a smile.

“I have goss.” She replied. Just like Jessie, always straight to the point, and always the center of gossip.

“About who?” You asked, intrigued.

“You.”

“Me?” She nodded, a giddy smile on her lips.

“Word around the quad is that a certain tutee of yours has a little crush.”

“Jessie, what are you talking about.”

“Tom told Harrison, who told James, who told Max, who told me that he said you were gorgeous and that he didn’t think he could work with someone he was so attracted to.” You rolled your eyes.

“What a bunch of bullshit. He’s just a horny frat boy.”

“Y/N! You LOVE horny frat boys!”

“Well he’s not my type.”

“How?! He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“You fuck him then!”

“Believe me, I’ve tried.” Jessie said with a laugh. You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, I haven’t really tried, Max has this rule about me fooling around with his frat brothers.”

Max and Jessie were unseperable ever since freshman seminar, when Max came out as gay at an hc party and Jessie decided he was adorable and needed her protection. Since then, Jessie was a rock for Max, and no one, besides the juniors in hc, knew he was gay. Including his fraternity brothers.

“Whatever, I’m not interested.” You said.

“Y/N you truly are impossible sometimes. You’re never gonna get frat bingo until you get delt, and he’s a delt.” You sighed. After being roofied by a delt freshman year, you almost gave up on frat bingo. You would’ve been the first in your friend group to get it if you hadn’t given up on delt. Ally dropped out sophomore year, Isabelle fell behind when she got a boyfriend, and Emily was a bit behind you.

She would never admit it, but Emily was a prude. To an extent, of course. She played the flirt so well people didn’t realize that she rarely slept with guys, and never guys she didn’t know.

“Look I need some food. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jessie asked. You nodded, and immediately began texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

ok we have an issue

What’s up?

You

well apparently tom told his frat brothers that he has a crush on me and doesnt want me to tutor him because hes “too attracted” to me

holy

fucking

shit

he did not

i said from the start this was a bad idea. do you like him N/N?

You

i mean not really. hes not my type.

of course he isnt, hes not emotionally unavaliable and incredibly intelligent but incredibly problematic

You

w o w way to read me to filth al

it had to happen

You

whatever its almost 915 so i better go

love u losers

You put down your phone, pulling out your political conflict textbooks and start reading. Soon, you were engrossed in the greek war of independence, completely forgetting where you were or what time it was.

Books did that to you too often. In fact, it made you insecure. For so long you didn’t think you were as smart as the other hc kids, you were just a fast reader. Freshman year, when you really got close to the other hc kids, you realized that they were your people. You belonged.

You glanced at your phone. 9:45. He was a half hour late.

You debated texting him, but decided against it. You would wait for him to show up, tell him he broke a rule, block his number, email G, and move on.

It took another ten minutes for him to show up.

“Evening sweetheart,” he said as he stumbled into the hlab, which was now completely empty except for you. He sat across from you and started unzipping his backpack.

“No need to unpack, this shouldn’t take long.” You said. He looked at you quizzically. “It’s two minutes before ten. You’re incredibly late, and my time is incredibly valuable. It’s also fairly obvious you’ve been drinking. I don’t have time for slobs who get drunk on a Monday and aren’t respectful to people who are giving up their time to help you.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and started to walk out.

“Y/N, c’mon, you’re being dramatic. I promise I won't do it again.” He said from behind you. You stopped cold and turned slowly to face him, although he was still a good 10 feet away from you.

“Did you just call me… dramatic?”

“I’m sorry, darling, but you were-”

“Stop. Do not call me darling, and never, ever call a girl dramatic. I made myself crystal clear, both yesterday and today, you do not deserve my time, Tom Holland.”

“Y/N-”

“I truly wish you all the best and I hope you’re able to graduate, despite having less brain cells than a cantaloupe.” You felt your words sting him, but you didn’t care. He was disrespectful, he deserved it, you told yourself.

“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking. He took a deep breath. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry.” This was not what you were expecting from him.

He sighed, sitting on his chair. You cautiously leaned against the table behind you, looking at a boy close to tears.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for being late to our meeting, and I’m sorry for showing up drunk.”

“Tell me why.”

“I’m sorry?” He asked.

“Tell me why you’re late and why you’re drunk and I’ll consider helping you.” He looked at the ground again.

“Any chance I can get a shot first?” He jokingly said.

“You are already pushing your luck, Holland, do you really want to make it worse?”

“Fine, I’m sorry. I was late and drunk because I was embarrassed.” You raised your eyebrows. “To be honest, I knew who I was looking for yesterday. I hit on you to break the tension.”

“Why were you embarrassed? And, wait, you knew who I was?”

“I looked up your instagram before we met so I’d know who to look for, and I hit on you because I didn’t want you to help me.”

“And why were you embarrassed?” He started playing with the cuff of his sleeve, still not looking at you. “Tom.” You said, getting him to finally look at you.

“I was embarrassed because I’m flunking out of school and need a tutor, and my tutor asked me to meet in the most intense place on campus.”

“The hlab? Intense?”

“Y/N, you need to be, like, a genius to even be considered for this program. And here I am, a theater major who can’t even pass a class about the stars.”

“Astronomy is about a lot more than stars, if you bothered to open your textbook, you’d know that.” He stared at you, and you noticed tears coming to his eyes.

“I can’t be tutored. I can’t. I’ll figure something else out.” He hastily grabbed his backpack and prepared to walk out the door, but you grabbed his backpack, turning him around.

“Stop. Open your backpack.” He looked at you, confused, but obliged, holding the backpack open in front of you. You looked through it, noticing five notebooks, and a folder. You pulled it out, riffled through, and saw a schedule along with five syllabi. You nodded and looked back at him.

“The list?” You asked. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to you. It had the list of assignments you asked for. You nodded again.

“You need to be making a list like this every friday for the upcoming week, got it?” He nodded and then zipped his backpack, turning back to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, your arms folded.

“Home?” He asked.

“Nope. Sit.”

“You mean…?” “You were disrespectful. I will not forgive you for that, but as your tutor, it’s my job to help you, no matter how stupid you act. And to be clear, I was not calling your intelligence stupid. I was referring to the fact that you already broke a rule, and of course, the unspoken rule of not showing up to sessions drunk.” He slid into the seat across from you and pulled out notebooks and pencils as you analyzed the list.

“Have you done any readings this week?” He shook his head. “When you’re in class, do you feel like the teacher is speaking another language and all the other students understand it but you?” “Yeah, how-”

“Look, Tom, I’m gonna share with you the biggest college hack there is. All lectures are is the professor talking about the reading and helping you to understand the material. You cannot possibly understand the lecture without doing the readings. Once you start reading, the lectures will make sense, even if you don’t understand the readings the first time you read them. Make sense?”

“Well, you said read a lot…” You raised your eyebrows. “No, no, that makes sense.”

“When you go to class this week, you need to be taking notes by hand. Statistically you’re much more likely to absorb the material that way, especially without the added distraction that is the internet.” He nodded.

“Last but certainly not least, we cannot start our work until you’ve done the readings. So I will see you Friday evening for a session, we’ll review the material of that week making sure you understand it, you’ll complete your homework on Saturday, and we’ll meet again Sunday night to review the homework before you hand it in. If need be, we can meet for a weekday session.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t question my methods. You are one more C- away from being kicked out of college. You like it here? Don’t wanna go back to the freezing rain in London? You’ll listen to me.” You packed your bag and Tom started to follow suit.

“Nope.” You said, placing a hand on the notebook he was about to put in his bag. “You’ll stay here and do your readings for the rest of the week. No matter how long it takes.” “But this is-” “Hlab? I’m aware, but I guess you haven’t noticed that literally no one is here. No one is going to be mad that you’re here. Just sit and read.”

“Y/N?” He called as you walked towards the door. “I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t like apologies, Tom. Stop apologizing, stop being embarrassed, and do better.”

You returned to your room, lying on your bed and opening back up your textbook, but not before texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

just got back

howd it go???

You

he showed up 45 minutes late, drunk

so where are we meeting to bury his dead body?

You

very funny, Al

i wasnt joking.

wait he was drunk? on a monday? typical

so i guess you wont be seeing him again?

You were conflicted. You shared everything in your friends, but Tom was vulnerable with you and you didn’t want to betray his trust.

You

look we talked about it and he explained himself. im giving him one more chance.

seriously? im shook

You

whatever he made a good case

i think you just wanna sleep with him

You

i dont i promise you thats the last thing i wanna do

ive got 10 bucks they hook up before march 1st. anyone wanna take the over?

ill take that action, Y/N is stubborn as hell

You

you guys are the absolute worst. see you for lunch xox

It wasn’t long before you dozed off. Your alarm woke you up the next morning, your textbook still lying across your chest. You already had a few texts from your friends.

♡girly girls♡

al i just saw that cute girl with the purple hair u like

shut up em i dont like her

is she the one whose asm for romeo and juliet???

thats the one!

guys ! leave it, ok? shes straight

You

with that hair? i doubt it

You checked the rest of your messages, surprised to see a blue bubble next to Tom’s name.

Tom Holland

hey sorry but i dont think this is gonna work, sorry for waisting your time, ill tell gronsky to find me another tutor

You were shocked, quickly sending a text message to your group chat.

i thought you said everything was gucci ?

You

i thought it was….

pls text him back

You rolled your eyes, realizing Isabelle was right.

You

Stop being ridiculous. you misspelled “wasting”. dont forget handwritten notes in class today. ill see you friday.

He responded almost immediately.

Tom Holland

I wasnt dicking around. rlly. this isnt gonna work. i already emailed gronk.

You sent an updated screenshot to your group chat, rolling your eyes, right as an email alert popped up to the top of your screen.

TO: y/[email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: Thomas tutoring

Hi kiddo,

Not sure if this is a mistake but Thomas just emailed me saying you would no longer be tutoring him? I thought you would be a good match for him… Take the rest of the week, talk to him, if he still doesn’t want you as his tutor let me know by Friday so I can try to find someone new to tutor him.

I know he can be challenging, but I’m sure you realize that’s exactly why I picked you. ;) (and also because no one else agreed to work with him)

You sighed. Of course. Typical G, giving you all the basket cases and expecting you to fix them. It was true, you never backed down from a challenge, but this one may not be for you.

You looked at your phone and pulled out Tom’s schedule from your backpack. He was finished with statistics in a half hour, just enough time for you to get ready and go to the math and science building.

You made it there with just a few minutes to spare. You stood outside the room, back against the wall, popping your bubble gum and waiting. The class let out, mostly sophomores giddily running off to lunch, obviously relieved to be done with class.

Tom was one of the last ones to leave the classroom, and as soon as he saw you he rolled his eyes.

“Hi Max,” you greeted Max who was walking next to him.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile.

“Are you TAing?” You asked, still completely ignoring Tom who was fidgeting in front of you.

“You know it.”

“Mind if I steal Tom?”

“No problem, see you at home dude,” he said and they did a stupid handshake.

“Walk me to lunch.” You said and started to walk towards the door. “That wasn’t a question, Thomas.” You said when you saw that he wasn’t following you. He quickly caught up to you, but not before you overheard a groan.

“Has anyone ever told you you are incredibly difficult?” He asked. You laughed, which surprised him.

“That really doesn’t bother me.”

“You can’t boss me around anymore, you’re not my tutor.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. I am your tutor, therefore I can boss you around.”

“I fired you.”

“Good thing I don’t work for you, then.” He sighed.

“Y/N.” He said and stopped in the middle of the walkway.

“Thomas.” You said in the same tone.

“Why are you doing this?”

“A little bird who may or may not be Gronk told me that no one else would tutor you. So I am very sorry Mr. frat boy, but it looks like you’re stuck with me.” You turned and continued walking.

“Seriously?” He said as he fell into step with you again. “Pity?”

“Stop being difficult.” You said, smiling as you used his words against him.

“Whatever. I’ll give you a week before you give up.” You laughed.

“I don’t quit, Holland. I’m incredibly competitive and you will not win this fight.” He looked unhappy, but held the door to the dining hall for you.

You approached your usual table, Tom following close behind. You turned to him before taking your usual seat.

“I know you didn’t finish your readings last night. Go find a place to finish them. Take good notes. I’ll see you Friday at 4, if you’re late, there’s gonna be a problem.” He simply nodded and walked away, greeting some friends he knew in the cafeteria.

You turned to your friends, all of whom were suspiciously quiet.

“So…” Isabelle said, finally breaking the tension. “I guess you’re still tutoring him?”

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ladywinchester1967 · 6 years

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His Good Girl: Part II

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Alaina (formerly known as Female Character)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Alaina (OFC), Laura (OFC), Lisa (mentioned)

Warnings: Feels, fluff, angst, swearing. Dean being a sweetheart 💜

A/N: I wasn’t done with the first part for some reason and decided just to roll with it! Hope you guys like this wrap up. To the first part (if you missed it, I’ll link it.) Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, mine, mine but the pictures AREN’T. I found them on Pinterest.

PART 1 IS HERE

“Oh fuck.” She said, clapping her hand over her mouth as she stared at the pregnancy test.

“Alaina,” Laura said “what happened?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with how babies are made!” Alaina exclaimed, a tear escaping her eye.

“You didn’t use a condom?” Laura asked “you’re not on birth control?”

“Good job,” Laura mock applauded “you’re every trope in every teen soap opera ever.”

“Shut up Laura.” Alaina said and raked a hand through her hair “Oh fuck, Dean. Oh god, he’s gonna blow a fucking gasket when I tell him.” She took a few deep breaths and said “If I tell him that is.”

Laura shook her head

“Alaina, you can’t do that.” She said

“It’s my body!” Alaina yelled “I can do what I want!”

“Whoa,” Laura sad and rubbed her hands up and down Alaina’s arms “you’re in shock. I need you to take a few deep breaths. This is Dean remember? Your best friend? The only man you’d ever take a bullet for?”

“Oh fuck, you’re right.” Alaina said and slumped to the floor “If he doesn’t die of shock first that is.”

Laura shushed Alaina, smoothing her hair out of her face. Laura hugged her friend tightly and rocked her.

“You can do this,” Laura said and then shifted Alaina’s face up to hers “worst case, WE can do this.”

“You’re cute and all,” Alaina said “but you’re not my type.”

“You bitch!” Laura exclaimed and ruffled Alaina’s hair.

The next week, Alaina met Dean for burgers at their favorite diner.

“So what’s kept you away so long?” Dean asked as they sat down “That lawyer thing can’t be that hard.” He chided

“You dick!” She exclaimed “Do you have any idea how many cases come across my desk a DAY?!”

“I don’t,” he said as he grabbed his menu “enlighten me.”

“Forty five,” Alaina told him “per day. At minimum.”

Dean’s green eyes went wide

“No shit,” he breathed and she nodded “well damn, I’m wrong.”

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She asked, cupping a hand around her ear and leaning into him.

“You bitch.” He said with a laugh and their waitress came by. Dean ordered a beer while Alaina ordered sweet tea. “You’re making me drink by myself?” He teased “I’m losing a little bit of respect for you.”

“I will gut you.” She shot back, holding up a butter knife. He laughed and took a swig of his beer.

“Watch out, we got a bad ass over here.” He said and they both grinned, then skimmed over the menu. After a few moments of comfortable silence, the waitress came by and took their orders and collected their menus before leaving them alone.

“So,” Alaina said “I have news; two pieces of news actually.”

“Oh?” Dean asked and took another sip of beer “Good news?”

“Yes,” she said, she was beaming “first is that I have a job interview.”

His eyebrows shot up

“The public defender not working out?” He asked

“No,” she said “well, I mean it is working out, but I know a guy who knows a guy that owes another guy a favor or something. Anyway, this law firm downtown, Stanley and Corey, is looking for another lawyer and my contact handed in my resume and they liked what they saw.”

Dean’s face split into a huge grin

“That’s fantastic sweetheart!” He exclaimed “Congratulations, I mean that. I’m so happy for you!”

Her grin mirrored his as her heart began to pound, he may not be as excited about her next piece of news.

“A toast to you,” Dean said holding up his beer bottle “my favorite lawyer and best friend in the world.”

“Deeeeean,” She said, her face blushing “stop!”

“One, I’m happy for you and I can do what I want.” Dean quipped “two, you say my name like that again, we may not make it to the main course.” His eyes were lit up with mischief. She let out a laugh and they clinked their drinks together and took a sip.

“What’s the other piece of news?” He asked after finishing his sip.

Alaina set her cup down, her hands shaking and her breath quickening.

“Well, it relates to the job interview,” she said “kind of anyway.” He raised an eyebrow and she went on “Okay, it has to deal with why I submitted my resume in the first place.”

“Okay, so?” Dean asked, his hands clasped together in front of him on the table. Alaina looked down at her lap, her foot jiggling under the table. She looked up at him.

“When I tell you this, I need you not to give me a knee jerk reaction okay? I want you to think before you talk.” She insisted “Can you do that for me? Please?”

“Alaina, you’re shaking.” He pointed out, suddenly looking concerned “What’s wrong?”

She looked away, then back at him, then away again before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she had let it out, she opened her eyes and faced him, her heart pounding at a painful level.

“Dean, I’m pregnant.” She said.

Dean stared at her blankly for a few seconds and then blinked; no emotion registering on his face.

“Um, what?” He asked, stunned.

“I’m-I’m,” She stammered and looked around before saying “I’m pregnant.”

“With what? A food baby?” He asked, the gravity of her words not registering in his mind.

She scrunched up her eyebrows, floored.

“No,” she said slowly “with an actual baby.”

He blinked again and the words finally sunk in and he sat back in the booth. Now it was his turn for his heart rate to speed up and his palms to sweat.

“You’re-“ he started “you’re-on my god.” He said and placed his hands over his face.

“Dean, I need you to listen to me.” She said steadily “Are you listening?”

“No.” He said through his hands, his voice muffled by his rough palms.

“Please, just listen.” She begged him.

After a few moments of her revelation sinking in, he moved his hands away from his face.

“How long have you known?” He asked and sat up

“For sure? Only a few hours.” She told him “I had an inkling two weeks ago when I took a pregnancy test and it was positive.”

“Why didn’t you call me then?!” He asked, stunned.

“I wanted to make SURE,” she told him “I wanted to know beyond a shadow of a doubt before I told you. I went to my doctor, got a blood test and she confirmed it.”

“But, how far along are you?” He asked, he could barely remember what he had for lunch that day, let alone how many times they had done it without a condom.

“Doctor says I'm about eight to ten weeks.” She told him.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, a million and a half thoughts racing through his head as he struggled to regain his composure “What the fuck?”

“My honest reaction if you want the truth.” She said and whipped her hair into her hand, playing with the ends of it and avoiding his gaze. They were both silent for a few more seconds and she took a deep breath.

“I know you’re scared and all kinds of other crazy shit.” She said

“Yeah, that’s one expression for it.” He said as the waitress returned with their food.

“Another beer for you?” She asked Dean and he nodded. She left and Alaina went on.

“But I don’t want you to worry okay?” She asked and his expression morphed into the bitchiest face.

“I’m sorry, have you MET me?” He asked “How am I not supposed to worry?”

“Because,” She said “I’m not expecting anything from you.”

He raised his eyebrows

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” He asked

“Look,” She said and grabbed some French fries, then shoved them in her mouth. When she was done chewing, she went on “we didn’t plan this. I’m not holding you to any obligation that you don’t want.” He continued to stare and she kept talking “I’m not going to MAKE you be involved, if you want nothing to do with me or the baby, I totally understand. I won’t be mad or hate you.”

“What about you?” He asked “What do you want?”

“From you?” She asked

“No; what do you want to do with the baby?” He asked, chewing on his lower lip.

She sighed and said

“I’ve given it a lot of thought and I want to keep it. It’s the reason I’m even considering leaving my job and taking a different one.”

He suddenly looked angry

“You want to raise this baby by yourself?” He asked

“No, I don’t WANT to,” She told him “but I’m not going to force you to be a parent if you don’t want to be.”

He laughed humorlessly

“Alaina, you have got to be kidding me.” He said

“What? You think I can’t raise a baby by myself?” She challenged.

“I know you can,” he said “you’re Wonder Woman if we’re being honest here. But I want to help. I’ll take you to your doctor’s appointments, I’ll be there when the baby is born. I want to be a father; don’t take that away from me.”

“I’m not trying to take anything from you,” She told him “I’m giving you an out if you want one.”

He shook his head and took her hand

“I don’t want one,” he said and looked up at her “I mean that.”

She smiled, her heart thumping in her chest. She knew he wouldn’t abandon her; she knew him as well as her own family. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling bad.

“Have you raised a baby Dean?” She asked “They’re a lot of work.”

“I didn’t RAISE Sam,” he said “but I remember what it was like when he was a baby, and when him and Jess had Morgan.” He was referring to his three year old niece “I know some stuff.”

Tears welled up in her eyes

“But they cry and they poop, pee and scream and it’s A LOT,” she told him “I’m scared.”

He shushed her and got up. He sat on her side of the booth and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she sobbed into him. He stroked her hair and held her while she cried. When her tears finally subsided he said

“I’m scared too, but we can do this. You and me.”

She looked up at him and nodded

“We can.” She said.

That night, Dean took Alaina home and made sure she got into her house safely.

“So, I didn't know how to bring this up at dinner,” he said as he scratched the back of his head “but I started seeing someone.”

“Oh?” Alaina asked as she shut and locked the door behind them “Who?”

“Lisa,” Dean said “her name is Lisa.”

Alaina nodded and then shrugged

“Well, do you like her?” Alaina asked

“Yeah,” he said with a smile “I do, but I'm gonna break it off with her.”

“But you like her,” Alaina pointed out “does she have some terrible personality or something?”

Dean shook his head

“No, she's great. Really, but after your news today, I don't think it'd be right to keep seeing her.” he told her.

“No,” Alaina said firmly “Dean, I didn't tell you this so that you would be with me. You're the father and I wanted you to know so that you could make your decision if you wanted to be involved. You want to be involved, so I'll tell you when things are going on.”

“Such as?” he asked

“I'll give you plenty of notice for my doctor's appointments,” she told him “if you want to come to birthing classes with me, you can. If you wanna help pick a hospital or paint colors for the nursery, you can. When baby furniture needs to be assembled, I'll call you. If there's an emergency, I'll call you.”

Dean studied her face, he knew she wasn't lying. She'd never lie about something that she knew was so important to him. He finally bit his lip and nodded.

“Okay,” he conceded “I know you will.”

She smiled at him and asked

“See? Settled.”

A silence stretched between them as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“One question before I go.” He said

“Only one?” she teased and he smirked

“Are you showing yet?” he asked and she shook her head

“No, not yet. That won't be for a little while longer.” she told him. He looked like he was struggling to ask his next question and she gave him a tender smile “What? You wanna see my belly and touch it or something?”

“When there's something to see, yeah.” he said “If you don't mind.”

She laughed

“Again, you're the dad, you can see and touch my belly as much as you want.”

This made him chuckle as he walked toward her. He wrapped her into a hug, his arms around her neck. She folded her arms around his midsection and returned the hug, laying her head on his chest. His heart beat was faster than normal, but she chalked it up to nerves.

“Thank you.” he said in her ear.

She pulled back and looked up at him

“For what?” she asked

“Giving me a chance,” he said “this could have gone in so many different directions. I'm so fucking happy.”

She smiled at him

“Dean; you're my best friend, if I can't give you a chance, who can?” she asked him

He tenderly kissed her forehead and told her

“I gotta get going, early day tomorrow.”

“Me too.” she told him and they broke apart. He headed for the door and unlocked it.

“Be safe okay?” he asked “You need anything, call me.”

She nodded

“I will.” she told him.

With one last legendary smirk, he was gone. She locked the door behind him and watched through the window next to the door as he got in his car and fired it up.

“That's your Dad and he's,” she paused as she placed a hand over her belly, talking to the baby as the engine in Dean's Impala roared to life “and he's my everything.”

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SOOOOOOOO; what did ya’ll think?! I’m feeling this as a 5 part series.....mostly because 5 parts have been written and I’m enjoying it! I’m not sure when parts 3-5 will be up, I’m in the process of editing them right now. As always, leave your KIND feedback below, share, like and maybe follow?

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thorne93 · 7 years

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First Impressions (Part 17)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic) violence/anger

Word Count: 2263

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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Song - Eyes Closed by Halsey

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“Hope you’re happy,” you snapped as soon as she opened the door.

“What? What’s going on?” Bee questioned.

You gave her the phone and showed her. “Here.”

She read over the heart crushing texts then looked up at you. “What the hell? That doesn’t sound like him, surely there’s some other explanation,” she tried.

“Yeah, he doesn’t give a fuck about me,” you said as you walked over to the couch. “That’s the explanation.”

At that moment, Chris entered the room. “What’s going on?”

Bee handed Chris your phone and his eyes went from the phone to you, then back to the phone, a few times before he finally handed it back to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I really...I don’t know what to say. Sebastian really seemed like he cared for you. I thought you two were good for each other,” he admitted as you peered at him.

“Yeah, me too...Guess I was right all along. I’m not worthy of love,” you said before your voice broke and you started to cry. Your buried your face in your hands as Bee rushed over to comfort you.

“Oh, no, Y/N that’s just not true.”

“Isn’t it? How many times have guys left me for a prettier face or a smarter brain or a kinder person. I mean, I am such a control freak, it’s not even funny. I’ve had guys leave me because I was too passionate about work. I mean, at the end of the day, it makes you wonder if anyone can ever put up with you….And now, I thought I found someone who could...but clearly I was wrong.”

“I’m gonna call him and see what the hell happened,” Chris said as he pulled out his phone and walked away. He dialed but after four rings, it went to voicemail. “Hey, man, Y/N’s over here, and she’s pretty upset by what you sent. Could you call me or her back? Just sort of talk to her. What the hell happened anyway? Okay, bye.”

Chris walked back in. “He didn’t pick up,” he informed. He shot him a quick text. “What’s with you and Y/N? I thought you’d be happy.”

“I’m not anymore, man. I don’t want her. Being away from her did me some good. Just better this way.”

Chris frowned at the response.

“Can you call one of us?”

“Nah, busy at the airport. I might talk when I get back.”

Chris shook his head but put his phone away. “Well, he said he might talk when he gets back.”

“I don’t give a shit. I’m through talking to that son of a bitch,” you snapped. “Thanks for trying you two, but this is just another disaster. It’s just another reason why I didn’t want any of this.”

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You eventually made your way back home and apologized to Hayden. Your outburst wasn’t his fault. He shouldn’t have to pay for your heartache. You found your way to the bed, laying there, dealing with the pain that was consuming you, he came and laid beside you.

“It’ll be okay,” he promised as he tucked your hair away from your face.

“I know it will,” you said suddenly as you pulled him on top of you and began to kiss him. He pulled away and shook his head.

“Y/N, no, you’re upset and vulnerable,” he said softly. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“You aren’t. I’m asking you to do this, I’m asking for this. It’s no different than when we were using each other beforehand, right?” you wondered.

Hayden couldn’t deny that, but it still felt wrong. You weren’t heartbroken before, just mildly upset, a little dejected. This was a whole other world of pain.

“I’ll do whatever you want, you know I always will,” he vowed.

“Then do this for me,” you said, kissing him. You wanted to forget Sebastian. You wanted him to be the furthest thing from your mind. You wanted to just melt into Hayden’s touch. You wanted the biggest distraction you could possibly think of. “Please? Please help me forget him,” you pleaded as you threaded fingers through his hair.

And like a good friend, he gave you that.

When Hayden first came down, it was platonic, for a day or two. You eventually started to talk about Sebastian and you two somehow came to the conclusion that being best friends with benefits was a good idea. And it was. You were lonely, wanted someone next to you at night, and you two cared deeply for each other. You two remained best friends and even while you were “dating” you often confided in him about Sebastian and he never complained. You loved him and he loved you, but not in the traditional way. It was a very open relationship. You both enjoyed sex, you cared for each other, you wanted nothing but happiness for each other. There was never jealousy between you two, the only ground rule was that you were exclusive. When Hayden started to push you toward Sebastian though, that ground rule slipped away for you, with Hayden’s happy permission. He said should anything happen between you two, he would be happy for it.

And so, you slipped into the sensation and feeling of each other all night, fully ready to let go of Sebastian, just as you were ready to start a relationship with him.

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After landing, going home to arrange everything, Sebastian showed up at your place. He couldn’t seem to find his phone, so he wanted to check on you.

He knocked on the door, waited a few minutes, to finally, Hayden opened the door in nothing but boxers and a robe. Sebastian ground his teeth and his pulse raced as he tried to assess the scene but decided to not assume anything.

“Is...uh...Y/N here?” he asked, trying to put the thoughts out of his mind.

“She is. She’s asleep, though. Why?” Hayden asked mostly casually, a bit of anger under his tone.

“I wanted to talk to her,” he said.

“Well, I’m afraid she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Hayden said nonchalantly.

“What? Why?” Sebastian wondered.

“Because you were a dick to her. How could you do that? How could you just…destroy her like that?”

Sebastian frowned. “Like what? I haven’t had my phone for two days. I can’t find it.”

“Sure you can’t,” Hayden said as he narrowed his eyes on Sebastian. “I don’t know why any of us ever listened to you. You lied about Marissa. You probably lied about the job offer. I’m not going to let you hurt her again.”

“What the hell?” Sebastian said. “What are you talking about? Let me talk to her,” he started as he moved forward into the apartment before Hayden put his hand on his chest to stop him.

“Seriously. Don’t,” Hayden warned.

“Hayden, let go of me. Y/N is an adult and I want to hear it from her that she doesn’t want to talk to me,” Sebastian said evenly, trying to keep his temper in check.

“And I’m telling you for her. She’s already stated she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Hayden replied, a fierceness in his eyes.

“And I want to hear her tell me,” he repeated. “Y/N!” he yelled before Hayden slammed him against the wall and held him there with his arm across his throat.

“Leave her alone. You’re not going to get another chance to hurt her.”

You came out to the living room in shorts and a tank top. “Hayden? Let him go,” you commanded softly.

Hayden obliged immediately, then backed up.

“Y/N,” Sebastian breathed. “What is this?” he asked, gesturing back to Hayden, as he came toward you.

“He’s just trying to protect me,” you said softly. “Sebastian, you really should leave. I’m not even sure why you’re here.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I be? What the hell is going on?” he demanded looking at you two.

“This,” you said as you handed him your phone. He read through the messages and was appalled.

“Y/N, I didn’t send that. I haven’t had my phone for two days.”

“Oh? Then who sent it?” you questioned. “Who would even know about us to send that stuff?”

“Marissa,” he said as the realization hit him. “It went missing after she was at my apartment.”

“Why was she at your apartment?” you accused, suspicious.

“Oh you don’t seriously think we did anything, do you?” Sebastian asked, frowning at you. “Come on. Jesus. No. She came by and said she had some stuff still there, grabbed it, and left.”

“How did she know you were even in the city?” you wondered.

“I don't know. She said a friend told her.”

“So it’s just coincidence that you ‘moved on’ and Marissa is back in your life at the same time?” you snapped.

“Hey, you’re the one who fucked your friend while you were supposedly waiting for me,” he said angrily. “Not me! I came here to be with you! And I find you with him!” he shouted.

“Don’t turn this around on me! Your ex is around and you just happen to basically tell me to fuck myself?”

“Looks like he already took care of that for you though, huh?” Sebastian quipped, his eyes never leaving yours as he gestured his head toward Hayden.

Without much warning for anyone you slapped him hard across the cheek.

“Go fuck yourself, Sebastian,” you spat, staring him down.

Without another word, he glanced to Hayden, then you, then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

At that, you crumpled into another fit of tears as Hayden caught you.

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A knock pounded on the door of the Evans’.

“Open up, it’s me,” Sebastian shouted.

“Sebastian?” Bee greeted, confused by his disarray. He was red in the face, had a red mark on his cheek, and his hair was disheveled. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“No, no I’m not,” he admitted, frustration in his tone. “Could I have your phone?”

“Sure.”

She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and handed to him. He tried calling his phone - no answer. He sent a text a generic text of “Hey. Call me.” and got a response “I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

“I knew it,” he muttered in an angry voice. He was so pissed off, he could only see red. He wanted to throw the phone or crush it but seeing as it wasn’t his phone he just loosened his grip on it.

“Answer the phone, Marissa, it’s me, Sebastian.”

On cue, she called back.

“Hello?” she greeted.

“You bitch,” he said into the phone. “Why the fuck do you have my phone?” he demanded in a growl as Bee looked on in horror, starting to piece together what happened.

“Because, Sebby, you don’t deserve anyone and neither does she.”

“You manipulative cunt,” he spat. He was so furious. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“I hope I do,” she sang into the phone. “If you want the phone, you know where to come and get it.”

“You better pray you’re no where nearby when I get there,” he vowed in a dark voice. He hung up and handed the phone back to Bee.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“Did Y/N mention anything about weird texts?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Marissa sent them,” he informed. “She came to my apartment in New York to grab some of her stuff. I let her in. She must’ve grabbed my phone and pretended to be me. Whatever was sent to Y/N after 11:00 on Tuesday wasn’t me.”

“Oh, oh my god. Sebastian, you have to tell her. She was in pieces,” she explained, sorrow in her voice.

“Yeah? She didn’t seem too broken up with Hayden between her legs,” he scoffed.

“What? Hayden and her are back together? How...oh…” Bee mused.

Sebastian nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit. I don’t know. I went by her place, she wouldn’t let me explain. She heard Marissa’s name and just...all bets were off. I said something really dickish and…” He gestured to his cheek.

“She hit you?” she gasped, seeing the red swollen mark on his face.

He nodded his head side to side. He sighed.

“Fuck. I don’t blame her though. If she thought that was me, and Marissa being at my apartment doesn’t sound good. I get it. I would’ve done the same thing,” he said.

“No, Sebastian. No. You have to try and make this right. Just try to explain it to her again.”

“No offense but I really don’t want to go back to that apartment.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea…It’s looking more and more like we shouldn’t be together,” he said, rubbing his neck.

“No, don’t say that. There must be something you can do. Sebastian, she was trying to be with you. She wanted to start a relationship.”

“Bee...It’s too late. Okay? Too much bad shit between us has happened. We need to just cut our losses and move on. I don’t want to keep dragging her through this. I’m not going to fuck up her life and her happiness any more.” He shook his head. “Thanks for letting me use your phone.” He turned and started to walk out as Bee tried to get him to stop but he was too fast and before she knew it, he was in his car, and driving away.

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You’re dangerous and intoxicating but I can’t stay away

Growing up, I didn’t think I could be a relationship kind of girl. I always told people: I don’t do relationships... I don’t want a boyfriend. And it was partly true. It was easier to be alone because I had too much on my plate. School, work and dreams that needed accomplishing took precedent. But I didn’t realize that the game changes when you finally fall for someone on accident. It was an accident because I put myself in the friend-zone with you on purpose so that this wouldn’t happen and I fell anyways. Shit. So let’s walk a mile in my shoes regarding the most aggravating and annoying thing that I like to call “Catching the Feels”. I knew the first moment that I met you that I liked you. I liked you as a person because you made me laugh so hard that it made me have to pee. You were popular and charming and didn’t really notice me, but when you asked me to homecoming I was extremely excited. So let’s start there.

Senior Homecoming: You asked me. You were my first official date in my opinion because you asked me in such a thoughtful way and I was so impressed by you. So when I was getting ready for the dance at Zoey's house, I told Jessica and Haley that I was going to ask you out and they encouraged it because they told me you liked me back. I didn’t think so because we’d never really hung out or talked but I took their word for it. I kept going back and forth because I thought that you didn’t really have girls on your radar. You seemed to always be around the boys and no one had ever talked about you and girls, so I just thought you weren’t mature yet. By the end of the dance I had made up my mind and I was ready to ask you out ( I had a what the hell attitude back then and obviously I need to get it back)- I had everything planned. I was going to be straight forward and say "I kind of like you” and maybe mention something about you being so white to make you laugh. I just remembered always trying to do something to make you laugh, to make you notice me. I don’t think I did a good job with it though. I couldn't find you though. You were talking to Katie. Someone (who was it? Shit I can't remember but they had a purple tie) had said, 'he's so into her'. I wasn't crushed at that news, I just felt relieved that I wasn't about to embarrass myself like Junior year homecoming- but that’s another story. How embarrassing would that have been? God, I know you would say no in a heartbeat and I thank my lucky stars everyday that I didn’t.

Katie's House: I'm making beef tacos with seasoning powder from a packet. I'm making white-ass tacos for three drunk girls who decided to raid mommy and daddy's liquor cabinet and get drunk. My cousin has dragged me over here because he's a damn puppy dog and does whatever hot girls tell him to do and I unfortunately went along. I didn't mind until I got there. You were there and I remember that it was brought up that you had come over previously, and you and Katie baked cookies and hung out. I was annoyed. Yup (*Yes your honor) that was the feeling. I told myself I wasn't annoyed because it was you, I was just jealous because she had your attention and that I had wanted anyone’s attention. It also wasn't fun finding out that you let Katie drive your car. I think that hurt my feelings more than anything because I had been dropping hints that I wanted a ride in it forever- She got to bloody drive it while I couldn’t even get a damn ride in the passenger seat. I tried to convince myself that you only let her do that because of the power of a pretty girl. Pretty, nice girls got the attention and sarcastic pricks like myself had to just sit and watch. Looking back I should have never done that too myself. I should have appreciated myself more. Moral of this one: Was this the first time I felt jealous? I didn't think so, but the more I look back on this scene the more I think I was and I don’t rally know how I feel about that to be honest. She was technically my friend and I wasn’t supposed to have been feeling jealous. Senior Ball: I was sitting in first period. I had just gotten the news that all the boys had planned a way so that they could each take a girl to ball so she wouldn't go stag. I was literally excited because everyone was in a couple so I practically knew who was going to ask me. Apparently I. Did. Not. Eventually my threats to kick Clayton in the balls was enough for him to give me a hint during class. He made me wait until the bell rang to finally give me a hint: His first name started with an N. Hell. Yes. I remember thinking those words because I thought it was going to be so much fun having you as my date and maybe I would get another chance for you to notice me at the hangout after Ball. So I waited. And I waited, still no asking. The entire time I'm being led around places in a car and I thought you had made a scavenger hunt and I was so excited. Then I find out it was Sanchez. I didn’t understand what was happening. Deena had to kick me in the fucking shin so that I'd react after he asked me. Didn't really understand why I was so bummed until I'd found out you'd asked Katie. It was a kick to my self esteem because I literally thought I wasn't pretty enough like she was. I hated her for that. She could have had any guy's attention, and yet she had to take what I had really wanted. But I had fucked myself over on that one. No one knew. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone that I had a crush on you when it was obvious you were following Katie around and that she was just using you. I would look like an idiot because I couldn't compete with her. Not in a million years. Let's face it. So I gave up and tried not to be mad at Katie but I was. I just told people I was mad that she was stringing you along and being a bitch about it. People told me to stop being overprotective and defending you. They told me that you were a big boy and could handle yourself. So that’s what I thought I was feeling. Pretty lame and stupid now that I look back on it. It’s kind of ironic really.

Ben's Burnoff: I was fine actually. I was too busy dealing with the fact that Joe was treating me like shit to really pay attention to anyone's else's drama. I'm in the living room wanting to change the music. You stole the laptop and wouldn't let me change it. You're furious. I don't know why, and I didn't care. I found out it had to do with Katie and you had called her a tease. That was the first time I'd felt overprotective as fuck, like ‘What the fuck did she do now?’ I had thought that you finally saw what she was doing and cut that shit out and now I was ready to just let her have it. I think it had building for a while, especially with her behavior at Airianna’s house and I was just looking for a perfect excuse to tell her off about it. Funny how I had never felt that way with any of the other guys now that I think about it. I didn’t protect Logan against Alejandra, I didn’t protect Cory from Deena. I knew they were bad but I didn’t feel obligated to warn them. Why did I feel obligated to you? I didn’t owe you anything and we weren’t friends so why did I have the overwhelming feeling to punch Katie in the face? My expression must give myself away, because before I make it half way through the doors to the backyard, Corbin catches me and says, "don't do it". I’m so fucking confused. He tells me he knows that look on my face and that whatever I was about to do to not. He looked like he was going to stop me anyways so I unclenched and let him playfully pick me up and threaten to throw me in the pool. I am thankful to him every day for not letting me cause a scene. I probably would have embarrassed myself and you and you probably would have hated me.

Your Apartment: Katie texts me and tells me she wants to go to your apartment in San Jose. I text her back with a flat out ‘No’. I didn't really want be in the same car with her, but I tell her I'll go if Jess comes too, but she's already gone and so I’m screwed. She starts talking about spending the night and drinking and that wakes me the fuck up. Her, you, and drinking was not a good idea. She was gonna slay you one last time before she left and I couldn't handle it. Of course I went because I was stupid and a glutton for punishment obviously. I can't remember why I had said yes. To protect you? Another chance to see you? Not really sure. You guys are flirting in the living room and Ben pulls me into the kitchen to ask me whether the things you were saying about Katie were true, that you guys were a thing and that she was sending you lingerie pictures. I didn't want to believe it. I said no way would Katie do that. Ben said that he knew it but just wanted to check. That broke my heart. I thought that you were telling people that you guys were together because it was true. I thought that was why Katie dragged me, as an excuse to see you but in a way to hide it. Lies, lies, lies. I didn't even know the truth anymore but I didn't care. I just wanted to go home and I was so tired of being fake happy when I just wasn't. That was the first time in my life that I felt like I’d lost. I thought you guys were together secretly and you still didn’t see me so I gave up.

Fast Forward a year. Ben's Mission Home: Holy fuck did you look hot that day. I couldn’t believe my eyes or my heart. It did a jumpy thing like almost like a backflip but not really. I don’t really know how to describe it. Maybe that’s the feeling that people talk about when they say their heart skipped a beat? Whatever it was, it was a wake up call. I had to be seen, I had to force you to be my friend because I wanted to talk to you and that’s what I usually did with the people I was interested in.

I sat across from you at Noah’s bagels on purpose so that I could just stare at you. Creepy I know, but your eyes are the prettiest blue I have ever seen. I know it sounds really cheesy, but I feel calm and tame when I look at them. Sometimes when I’m rambling or hot angry you stare at me with those eyes and I forget what I was even thinking or talking about. Especially in the car. I love it when you turn to look my in the eyes. -I got sidetracked sorry, anyways-

I think I did my best to convince you that we should be friends but I wasn't sure. So I decided to hit you up over twitter because I'm lame and stupid and didn't have your phone number. The entire time during Noah’s bagels I'm trying to think of a classy and subtle way to ask you for a picture but I think I was bratty and annoyed you into one. When I had posted the picture on Instagram I got so many texts asking me if we were together. I told everyone that we were just friends and then I realized that I wanted to be just your friend for right now. I didn’t want to be in a relationship because I was too busy and I didn’t think you were the relationship type either.

In between this time and Summer of 2016 I honestly loved texting you. I would see a text come up on the screen and I would instantly get cheered up. I will probably deny it even to this day, but when you said shit like, "when we're married" and that we should live together, it made me ridiculously happy. I liked you're attention. I'll admit it. You made me feel special. It was great, I felt like I was in a relationship without actually being in a relationship and it was the perfect set up. I didn’t have to try and impress you or constantly be worried about what you thought of me. I felt as though it was the perfect setup and maybe I took our easy friendship for granted because when we started fooling around it seemed to really fuck up that dynamic. Side note- Now that I look back on it, you were such an anomaly in my life. I hate cute messages, but I love calling you babe and sending you hearts. I hate texting someone constantly, but I wanted to text you 24-7. I get bored easily, but I love hearing about your day and work stories I hate sending pictures and videos, but on top of doing those things they were embarrassing videos and pictures. I always had an urge to drop a quick text to you to let you know that I was thinking of you- I do that for all my girls and only you. Maybe this is just a way of seeing that you were like one of my girl friends? What the fuck was happening here? Why were you the goddamn exception. It’s driving me mad trying to figure it out and it’s funny because you probably couldn’t care less.

Ice Skating:

We went ice skating on yet another adventure that I dragged you too because I'm annoying and you let me ( plus I love paying for you because I like taking care of you). We were ice skating and I hadn't remembered having that much fun. I was bored living at home and you always could put a smile on my face. Actually you didn't even need to talk, which you never did now that I think about it. You let me ramble on and on and on. The the moment where I knew that you literally made my heart so happy it felt like exploding was when I got to hold your hands while we were skating. I liked holding your hands, damn did I like it a lot. I don’t let people touch me or hug me but with you it’s like I loved your touch and got excited every chance I got to hug you. I didn’t know that someone could make me that happy.

The Text Message: It's not your fault. I know you sent that text as a generic text since we were always saying cute shit to each other, so I know that you didn't mean anything from it and that's okay. This was just the first time I thought that I wanted to be your girlfriend. My whole demeanor changed, and I felt like I was playing a whole new ballgame. I had like a bam whoosh of feelings: I wanted to hold your hand, I wanted to cook you dinner, I wanted to send you goodnight and good morning text messages, I wanted to piss you off more, I wanted to cuss at you and hear more work stories. I wanted to be the one you called because you just wanted to hear my voice. The one that you surprise at my doorstep just to see me. I wanted to make you laugh and cry and dance with you and tackle you to the couch on lazy days. I wanted to actually wanted to be able to call you Babe and actually have you feel that I meant it. But I couldn’t tell you all these things. I wasn’t allowed to have these feelings because I was scared that you’d reject them. I didn’t trust you and I convinced myself to push down those feelings because they were 1. Irrelevant 2. Inconvenient 3. Not true. I convinced myself I was just lonely in Santa Barbara and that I didn’t really want to be your girlfriend. The whole day was a rush and a blur but it went a little like this:

I was exhausted, I had just crashed onto my bed, it’s midnight, and I’m just about to fall asleep from a long ass clinical day. 12 hours and I had only eaten a banana and drank 2 cups of coffee- but that's another story. Anyways, I see a text from you and I’m instantly wired. I’m always wired when I see a text message from you, that’s why you get the spade next to your name: it's an adrenaline rush into my veins when you text me. You tell me that you've had a long and hard day and that you were going to go have a drink. You told me that you were about to receive a whole new list of witnesses to go over and that you were working on a new case-- I love your work stories by the way. You probably know this already, but it's because I'm proud of you. I’ll say I love hearing your work stories because I find that line of work interesting, but really, I can hear the pride in your voice when you talk about it and the fact that you're happy makes me happy. I wish you'd talk more about how you feel doing what you do rather than the cases itself but that's another tangent. Anyways, I’m up now but I know that you're exhausted and that you want to get that drink, so I lie and say that I’m tired and I tell you this: Step 1: Stop texting me Step 2: Put the phone down Step 3: Have a drink Step 4: Tell me the story next weekend Step 5: Go to bed happy And you tell me that Steps 4 & 5 go hand in hand. I know you didn't mean anything by this. I’m not stupid, I know that you're not really a romantic person so you're just saying what comes naturally. But my heart did the hardest backflip of it's life. The thought that you go to bed happy thinking of me made me realize that sometimes I do the same. Then the rush of feelings came and I pushed them down so hard until you couldn’t see them anymore. It’s what I’m good at. I’m an emotional liar. It’s safer that way. So here’s what I know: We’re no good together. We have nothing in common and we’re two separate and different people. You’re a closed book and I’m an open one. You’re cool and calm and I’m a hot ball of fire. I talk a million miles per hour and your quiet with me. I like to laugh and you don’t laugh at my jokes. You’re never really interested in me or about getting to know me, but I constantly always try to get to know you. I’m tired. I’m exhausted all the time and I like being on my own, and you like to always be with friends and are always doing something.

So this is what I’ve decided to do. I’m going to slowly inch out of your life. Make it so that you forget that I ever existed that way it’s easier on me to get over my feelings. I’m selfish like that. I saw you way before you saw me and it’s easier to say that we don’t belong together and try to turn off the switch to these feelings because I couldn’t do that to you. You like your independence and you’re not looking for a relationship. So I’ll slowly surrender because it’s what’s best. I have to say that I’m pretty proud of myself. This is the first time I’ve dealt with feelings and I’ve established a goal: locate them and then annihilate them. Keeping it logical and reasonable all the time. I should be staying by myself until I find someone equally obsessed with me as I am them. That’s the way it should be. Peace.

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