#it could’ve been the gif set editing but I didn’t even realize he HAD a scar at first

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

word count: 4k

pairing: protective!sweet!rafe cameron x recovering!drug addict!reader

warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-“ Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

[vclvetfleur]

Freak show Chapter 7

Buggy x fem!reader

Summary: Buggy has awoken to the betrayal and is determined to find you. You had quickly escaped the island in search of somewhere new before Vivienne requested a celebration back home.

WC: 3.5K

Notes; I had edited this chapter a bit, unsure of the exact sequences were going to play

Chapter 7: Hide and seek

Buggy’s crew had turned their heads to noises of things slamming and yelling. “Where the fuck is it? Where the fuck did that whore go!?” He screamed, throwing things across the room recklessly as he searched for the missing map. “That fucking bitch!” He stormed out of his quarters, face flushed hot red. “Listen up! The map was stolen last night! And judging that we had a few acquaintances just leave, we’re packing up and leaving!” Buggy announced. “But Captain- we set everything up…” One of the acrobats in Buggy’s crew chimed in. Buggy shot them a look, warning them to keep quiet before having to deal with consequences. “Get your shit. And pack up!” He slammed his hand against the pole holding their flag. The crew quickly fled and followed his orders.

Buggy ordered the rest of the crew that was responsible for navigation to sail in half an hour.  Once our ship was in view, they needed to prepare for war. Buggy felt foolish to ever let his guard down. To even trust you. This had to be your plan all along. Insecurities came through. Why would someone like you ever actually go out of their way to express some kind of attraction to him? What was he even thinking? If only he didn’t ask you to stay with him. This could’ve been prevented. But a mistake like that could not be brought up to the crew. He would look weak. Just a weak clown who fell for a whore’s tactics to rob him blind.

He locked himself in his training room, throwing knives and training his body for battle. He was determined.

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You felt bad for tricking him. But it was for the best. You had no time to pick up a lover if you were gonna be Queen of the Pirates. You were too busy to even think about Buggy’s feelings. Plus, how badly could it of hurt? Maybe it bruised his ego. But definitely didn’t do much. Maybe it made him realize how idiotic he was.

Some part of you still felt some remorse. He was so careful of you after putting your body through all that. He let you bathe and held you all night. He made sure you felt safe in his arms. He was vulnerable. He fully revealed himself to you. It had to be an act. He had to have wanted you to put your guard down.

You laid on your hammock, your eyes watching the clouds dance through the sky. “You seem like you’re back to normal…” Vivienne interrupted your daydreaming. You turned your body to the side, shrugging. “Have I not been acting like myself?” You wondered. Maybe spending all your time with your crew was a bit strange to them.

“You never really cooked before. So yeah-pretty strange. Rumor has it Buggy snuck a knife into the cell and nearly killed you.” She revealed the details of this supposed ‘torture’.

“I just don’t wanna get into it…” You murmured. This was the best outcome. Slightly embarrassing, but it’d be more embarrassing if they knew the truth.

“We should celebrate.” Vivienne requested. Your lips curled into a frowned smile, suppressing the enjoyment of the idea. “Anywhere in particular?” You wondered. “Home.” Vivienne and you haven’t been back to your village since you left for sea. Parts of you missed it. It’d be nice to actually go back. You pondered on the idea before silently nodding. “Let the navigation team know…” You half whispered. Vivienne nodded, leaving you in your silence.

You sighed, going back to watching your clouds. It would be nice to lay low in your old village. Maybe give back to it to help the villagers. You and Vivienne often snuck away together to other villages on the island for weeks to months at a time to stay away from all the memories and overall status of the village, but once you both set sail it hurt to leave. You left your mom and dad’s grave. It’s been so long since you’ve talked to them. You used to spend hours talking to them. But that was years ago. You felt guilty for not having returned in a while.

‘I’ll see you guys soon…’ you hoped they could hear you. Wherever they were now.

The next couple of days were spent sailing before landing at the village. You shot up from your seat, watching the shore get closer and closer. “Vivienne! Vivienne!” You cried out for her. You rush to find her, shouting her name, giggling, and smiling as you do. “We’re here!” You tried to warn her. She left her quarters, running to the main deck to get a view of the shore. You followed suit and watched as the boat landed.

“Pirates!” You watched a young girl run and scream. You jumped off the boat, looking around. It was the same as you left it. “Hey! Little girl! It’s okay! We’re not here to hurt anyone.” Vivienne tried to calm her nerves. But it didn’t seem to calm her anymore. She had already gotten the attention of the villagers. The mayor stepped out, sword in hand ready for attack. “Girl…” He stopped, his eyes large, his mouth hung slightly open. “So, this is where you two ran off to this time…” He murmured. He had watched over you and Vivienne for a few months while you and Vivienne were in your pre-teens. No one else was willing to take you both in. Especially with your abilities. Vivienne was more welcomed by them than you ever were. They knew you’d just cause issues. But Vivienne never found it fair to have a place to call home when you didn’t. You both put the mayor through hell while under his care. The poor guy.

“I assumed you just went on your little adventures… or just left.” His voice hinted at disappointment. He essentially stared at you both like monsters.

“We’re here to repay the town…” You mumbled. “Gil! Get the bag!” You called out. You and Vivienne set up a bag of stolen loot that you both deemed appropriate to give to the village. It just fell a little short of 7 million berries. You weren’t willing to give up so much of your belongings away.

“We don’t need your stolen money.” A familiar face came out. She was slightly older, but you remembered her. Mina. It was a friend of your mother. She was one of the last remaining people who survived the raid that destroyed the village years ago. You fell silent. This was a terrible idea. “Even after everything… you really became a pirate? Knowing what they did…” Her disgust was clear through her words.

“I-I just thought… Look- I’m just here to speak to my parents.” You tried to walk past, being stopped by the older woman.

“Please… do what’s best and leave.” Her brown eyes softened as she stared into yours. Vivienne held your arm for support, hoping you wouldn’t later take this out on the crew. Your eyes welded up with tears, shaking your head.

“I’m not gonna leave. We’re staying here for a few days. My bounty is way too high to be back at sea. If you can live with sending your best friend's daughter out to die, go ahead. But we’re staying.” You pulled yourself together. The happy demeanor going back into the demeanor you always held. You drew your sword out, your eyes darting at the villagers. “Anyone wanna say anything?” You vaguely threatened.

“Just let them stay…” The same young girl from earlier spoke. “Please… I don’t want anything bad to happen.” The mayor huffed, giving in to your demands. “Fine. A week and you two are gone.” He walked away, unwilling to argue. You drew your sword back, shoving into Mina’s shoulder. “We were hoping for a celebration. You all have to work for your berries now.” You taunted.

Vivienne tried to chase after you, but you denied her any access to you. You went to the one place you longed to go for years.

You sat down at the infamous graveyard that was held as a memorial for that faithful day. You knew the route to them like it was written into your brain. You sat down, facing the two small graves. You wished you had enough time to buy them a new hedge stone. Something they deserved. You talked and talked, trying to catch them up about the past couple of years and your adventures. They wouldn’t be proud, but if it was something you truly desired, they always gave in. Every toy you eyed was yours. Every candy bar. Every dress. It was yours with just a look. You didn’t even shed a tear. You were just happy to be able to spend the time you did. But time was up. Now to play your role as a pirate.  

You went into town, searching for your crew. It wasn’t heard to find most of them. “We’re still celebrating. If they try anything, don’t do anything. Just call me.” You instructed. You went into a local restaurant and demanded for them to make you a feast. “There’s no time. We have customers to take care of.” The owner tried to stand up for himself.

“Oh? I’ll slaughter every one of them then… So, either tell them to leave or they’ll leave 'cause I made them.”

You struck immediate fear. This is what they submitted you to. You just played your role accordingly.

The rest of the nights that went by you and your crew went from restaurants to bars to shops and demanded whatever you desired. And the mayor could not speak a word of it.

You ate till your bellies were full and drank until you forgot what you all have stolen or done the next evening. Vivienne was the only one who stayed mostly sober. Not out of guilt. She believed they deserved it. But to speak to her lover from across the sea. She was careful not to give up the location this time though. Cabaji informed her about Buggy’s new reign of terror. He has been going from port to port in search of you. It was endless. He definitely took his frustration out rather quicker than ever. He had thrown a crew member overboard for telling Buggy to ease up. He has gone completely mad.

You had two more nights to spend in the town, spending a lot of it talking to your parents, mostly apologizing for your actions. You knew it wasn’t right. But you needed to survive somehow.

You retreated into town, hearing screaming. You rushed, expecting a crewmate to be harassing a villager. You specifically told them to always get you first. What was the moron doing? The closer you got, the more screams you heard. Not just one. But multiple. From men, women, children. Fuck… a raid. You vanished; your sword being drawn before spotting the familiar attire. He was here… How did he find you so fast?

You began your attack, tackling and fighting off members as they tried to find the source of the kicks and punches thrown. You knocked down one of Buggy’s first men. Your boot crushing his chest as you threw one more kick his way before being knocked to the ground. You tumbled, looking around before spotting the bright azul hair. “Stop fucking hiding coward!” He shouted into the air.

There. You appeared in front of him. “Get out Buggy. This place has nothing to offer you.” You warned. “Oh. But you do. Where’s my map your sneaky little rat!” his fists clenched as the veins in his muscles and neck appeared more clearly.

“I’ll give it to you if you leave. Now please. Leave. Your problem is with me. Not them.” You calmly tried to reason with him. You lied though. You’d never give it to him.

“Why the fuck do you care about them? Oh… this place is special, isn’t it?” he tilted his head. His smile appeared for the first time in weeks, purely out of amusement. He struck a nerve. Something that meant something to you. “What’s so special about this place? Hmm? Care to speak up beautiful?”

“Buggy- don’t fucking start. You don’t want to start this.” Your hands out like a dog trainer dealing with a vicious rabid dog.

“You started it first!” His voice boomed through the town. Your shoulder automatically raised, to shield you. His hand flew your way before sending you fly once it hit impact onto your body. Your back fell as you slid against the dirt.

The mayor watched in terror. “This is exactly why we told you to leave!” He hollered. “You’re gonna get yourself killed! Don’t be stupid!” He finally showed some care for you. He tried to bury it, but it’s hard after witnessing someone you watched grow up being beaten in front of you.

“Mayor Tenile, Go inside. Get everyone out of here. Now.” You warned.

“Oh- you’re on a first-name basis? Do you know each other?” Buggy put the pieces together. He watched your face, reading into your slight body movements. Your body tensed up, taking in more breath to calm your nerves “This is your home, isn’t it?” Buggy laughed manically. “Oh no! What a shame! I never realized what a dump you were from. Wow- I’m doing you a real favor, place is hideous. Not even a lick of color at all. No wonder you have the dark and gloomy look going on.” His laugh grew louder.

“Just stop… please.” You tried to plea once more. You thought of something idiotic, but it might work. It worked on most people after all. You sat on your knees, pressing your chest up slightly. Your hands coming together, arms right under your breast. Your eyes give the puppy dog look to them. “Buggy- I’ll give you anything. Just stay away from here.”

Buggy stared you down, his eyes scanning you. “You’re not that sneaky.” His knife flying your way. You vanished, moving quickly out of the direction. You got up quickly before making a run towards him. Your sword going through his torso. You needed to find a way to get him away. The question of how would trip you up. You thought of something. You rushed to the ship as fast as you could. “Hey! Don’t back out of a fight now!” Buggy called out as he attempted to follow the footsteps. You dug through your belongings before finding the map. You had such little time before Buggy destroyed the whole village.

You left the cabin, watching as Buggy’s body stood at the port, waiting for you. “Really? You’re playing hide and seek now?” Buggy accused you. “No- I have something you want. So- either leave or it’s being thrown into the ocean.” You marched up to the railing of your ship. You held your arm out, map hovering over the ocean. “Now leave.” You slowly let two fingers go of it as it was secured only against your thumb and finger and pointer finger. Buggy had no time for this game. His hand flew over, attempting to yank the map away from you. Your grip was on tightly. A yank of the map pulled most of your body towards the right. Your body attempted to keep its balance over the railing, but ultimately failing. Your feet slipped off as your body fell mid-air.  Your grip of the map immediately lets go. Your hands attempted to hold onto something to keep you from falling into the water, but everything was just out of reach. Buggy’s fist grabbed the map retrieving it from you. He was confident you wouldn’t actually hit the water. This had to be a trick. He just waited for the reveal.

Your body smacked against the water, your clothes immediately weighing you down. Your arms attempted to push you up, but there was no use. You sunk lower and lower, unable to get a single breath in while you were under. Your vision grew hazier by the second. Your head felt woozy. It wasn’t long before your vision went completely blind.

Buggy waited, but nothing. This wasn’t a trick… His immediate panic set in. But he couldn’t come grab you. He’d die trying.

Your body laid there, unconscious. Your dress sunken to the floor with you as your hair seemed to flow against the currents. You had finally been defeated by Buggy.

Buggy panicked trying to find a way to get you out. There had to be someone who could help. He heard a rustling in the bushes, turning his head to find an older woman with long black hair, knife in hand. She had been spotted. She charged out with the knife, swinging it at him. Buggy didn’t move for a second. “What are you?” She cried as she kept trying to make an impact. Buggy was losing time. He grabbed her wrists, staring down at her. “Stop! I will leave if you do one thing. Just-“ He made the deal. “I will call my crew off immediately.” “Why would I believe you?” She attempted to pull her hands away. “Cause you can do something for me,” Buggy spoke quickly, knowing you barely had a minute left. She broke down her boundaries and opted to listen to what he had to say. Buggy quickly explained, stumbling over his words, but Mina took no time to try to save you. Despite her grievances, she couldn’t live with the fact she could actually save you. She snagged her shoes off before diving into the water.

Mina dove into the water, scanning the water to find you, sinking herself deeper and deeper before finding you. You laid there. Finally at peace. You looked softer weirdly. You didn’t have the same angry look you had all the time. Your eyebrows softened and your body was less tense. She grabbed your arm quickly before swimming to the surface. She swam above the sea, holding onto the deck as she attempted to pull you up. Buggy rushed to help, grabbing your arms out of the water and pulling you up.

Mina left the water after, standing above you. She shook her head before getting onto her knees. She pressed her hands against your chest, stopping to hear for a heartbeat or breathing.  

“You idiot. This would’ve never happened if you only kept a simple life…” She whispered.

Buggy kneeled down, shoving Mina out of the way. None of this was working. He turned you to the side, hoping you wouldn’t die from choking on water you’d eventually throw up.

You regained your eyesight. Everything was brighter yet still fuzzy. You turned around, kneeling on your hands and knees, water spilling out from your lungs and stomach. Mina rubbed your back and removed your hair away. She shushed you, trying to comfort you as you coughed out mostly everything before fully coming to. You looked to your left to see Buggy sitting there. Blood-boiling rage took over. You stood up quickly, kicking Buggy farther onto the floor. “Get out of here!” You drew your sword, pressing the blade onto Buggy’s neck.

“He was just on his way…” Mina tried to intervene.

“If I could- I would kill you right now… You don’t deserve it though. Next time you see me in your path, leave. I can never forgive you… Your ego has gone too far. First, you destroy my village and attempt to kill me? I don’t even want the map anymore. Keep it. It’s as worthless to me as you are right now. You’re nothing, but a circus freak. Now get your men. And leave.” Your words getting caught in your throat. Your jaw tightened as you unknowingly grinded your teeth. Your vision grew blurry once more as tears filled the brim of your eyes. You were foolish. You’ve betrayed Buggy countless times. But this had gone too far. It stung more knowing the new history you’ve created together. The way you both let each other see such vulnerabilities. But that’s all it was. History. “It’s just business. Don’t forget it.” Buggy shoved your sword away before going back into town. He quickly recruited his men before making a departure. You couldn’t look at him. But you knew he couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to plead to you. But there was no use. Everything he thought of saying would do nothing.

He had to be okay with the story you convinced yourself happened.

It wasn’t long before you collected your crew as well. You couldn’t be here any longer.

You recollected the money you promised the town in the first place. You went into the Mayor’s office, waiting for him at his desk before dropping the money you promised.

“Uh- here… I’m sorry about the mess I brought. Take it to rebuild everything.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. You felt such guilt for causing another tragedy on the village.

“You know I can’t accept it.” His gaze softened, standing up to protest the money.

“Please- I’ve caused enough issues. Just let me do something nice…” You begged.

“Don’t say that. You defended yourself. That’s all… You’re not a bad kid…” Your lip quivered, wiping your eyes before tears could start.

All the years of the villagers never taking you in because of the fear they had of you. You were too bad to be let in their homes. To play with their kids. To be in their store. You were just a kid.

“You’ve done good. Don’t ever forget it… Now please.” You cut him off. “No- take it. And uh- here. I want my parents to get a nice gravestone. If you can work that out for me…” You handed over an expensive watch you knew could be sold for 435,000 berries. “I’ll get out of your hair now. Thank you.” “Visit again soon.” He requested before you headed out the door.

“I probably won’t.” You confessed before stepping out of the building. You made your way back onboard, setting sail for somewhere new.

notes: I'm so sleep deprived

[intracunte]

part 2

cw: reach around handjob, edging/orgasm control, sub!choso x dom!gn!reader, the tiniest bit of nipple play, pet names, i.e: baby, pretty boy, my sweet boy, no specified gender/pronouns used for reader, rushed everything ending so lowkey a cliffhanger :(

wc: around 500 but not exactly

an: (edit: i finally made a part two!! its longer & more detailed :3)

“hey cho? do you wanna try something new?” by the smile that you were continuously suppressing, choso should’ve known that whatever you had planned would probably end with him in tears.

“p-please just let me cum… i’ll do anything!” choso let out a low whine as his hips bucked up into both of your hands that were currently stroking his leaking cock at an excruciatingly slow pace.

he’d been sitting between your legs, bare back against your chest, with him occasionally throwing his head back & resting it on your shoulder. you’d been at this for what felt like forever to choso, but the downside was that you hadn’t let cum once.

every so often you’d pick up your pace & get his hopes up, only to either slow back down or remove your hands from his dick completely, causing fresh tears to spill from his eyes.

you trailed soft kisses on his neck & shoulder, each one seemingly going straight to his cock, which throbbed inside your hold. “you like that pretty boy?” you cooed before licking the shell of his ear, causing him to let out a pathetic whine & more pre cum to leak from his tip.

he moaned, loudly at that, his breathing went ragged as you suddenly stroked him impossibly fast with just one hand, bringing up the other one to pinch at his sensitive nipple. you rested your chin on his shoulder that was littered with bite marks & hickeys, admiring just how pretty his cock looked in your grasp.

“oh… oh fuck— ‘m so close!” he choked out as he gripped the bedsheets, cute little whines & moans of your name falling from his lips as he got closer & closer to the oh so sweet release he’d been begging for yet denied of for hours on end.

“you gonna cum for me baby?” you asked, which got his hopes high up again, this was your first time verbally acknowledging his orgasm. “y-yes! fuuuckkkk— it feels so fucking good!”

you removed your hand from his nipple, going back to stroking his thick cock with both hands. his eyes screwed shut & a little bit of drool dripped out of his mouth as he finally reached his high. his legs shook due to the force of his orgasm, you continued to stroke him, his body convulsing as his hot, thick, & sticky seed spilled over your hands.

“there you go my sweet boy~,” you hummed with a smile. after a few more strokes & thrusts of his hips, the powerful orgasm he’d just received reached its end. but that didn’t stop you, your hand movements not faltering even once as he came, the slight overstimulation causing his breath to hitch & became ragged.

after a few minutes you finally let go of his sensitive cock, untangled your limbs from his, & got up from your shared bed. choso let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he made himself comfortable, resting his head against a pillow.

once you were finished doing whatever it was that you were doing, choso felt the bed dip in between his legs, he didn’t question it, too tired & worn out to even register what it could’ve meant for him.

he heard something that sounded like a bottle opening, unbeknownst to him it was lube. you squirted some on your fingers before setting the bottle down on the bed & tapping his muscular thigh with your non-lubricant-coated fingers.

“hey cho? do me a favor & spread your legs, we’re not done yet.” you purred with a sadistic grin.

[love-granger]

You up?

peter parker x reader

Summary: peters your best friend but you wish you were more, luckily Peter feels the same one problem though…he seems to be going out with someone.

A/n- I wrote this last night … uh so not edited?? Also a bit of angst?? Warnings: Cheating I think but they’re not specifically exclusive, a lil heated kissing (don’t cheAt)

Peter had been having trouble sleeping lately but luckily he had you to help him. You guys lived in the same apartment complex so whenever he’d have trouble sleeping he’d sneak into your window and usually fall asleep in your bed. Most of the time though you two would call and be on the phone until one of you heard the soft snores coming from the other end of the line.

You didn’t really know how to describe yours and peters friendship,obviously you two were best friends but there was always that tension of being more. Until recently though Peter started going out with Mj, he never even mentioned he liked her, yeah you’d catch him staring at her a couple times but you chose to ignore it. Peter would still come to you for help though especially when he had a bad nightmare , why couldn’t he go to Mj about this stuff. You felt guilty for feeling this but you were trying to set boundaries out of respect for you and Mj but Peter made it difficult at times.

Peter didn’t even know why he was dating Mj in the first place he was hoping she’d help him get over you. But you, you were incredible - with your smart comebacks and your endless teasing and god your kissable lips. This time though peter couldn’t go to you, he’d notice you were acting more distant and he didn’t know how to confront you about it. So here he was now, sitting on the roof alone with his thoughts.

You didn’t know what prompted you to wake up but you did, so you texted Peter hoping he was awake too.

Y/n: you up?

Peter: Hey! yes I’m up:)

Y/n: ok can I come over to urs

Peter: I’m on the rooftop!

You smiled to yourself, what a dork you thought. He was always so cheery when you guys texted,it was one of the things you loved about him. You quickly put on a hoodie and shoes and headed to the roof. Peter sensed you were here and turned to wave you over. You smiled at him and sat beside him resting your head on his shoulder.

“Hey” you smiled at him “how long have you been up here?”

“Not long” he assured you

You looked up at him “did you have a bad dream?You could’ve woken me up.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you” he smiled sheepishly

“Oh”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and started stroking your cheek. His warm hand felt nice against the cool of your skin. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes.

“Missed you this week” you admitted

“Yeah?” He teased

“Yeah”

You looked so peaceful like this, your looked like you just woke up but nonetheless you looked beautiful to him. He pulled you closer without even realizing it until your lips were mere inches away from touching. Almost silently asking to kiss you, you nodded your head and leaned into him.

Doesn’t mean anything you tried to convince yourself.

You wanted to pull away but you were putty in his hands. Parting his lips, he put his hand on your jaw.

Shit.

Peter traced your bottom lip softly with the tip of his tongue. You swiftly parted your lips, burying your hand in his soft locks.

It doesn’t mean anything you repeated to yourself

Peter felt you sigh into the kiss, pulling him closer by his neck while your other hand gave a small tug on his hair. Peter moaned against you, feeling his cheeks on heat up. You didn’t mind though and let out a small whimper. Peter could’ve died right there. You only kissed him harder. He groaned, reaching down and lacing his arms around your waist.

He started trailing his lips down to your neck and you let out a small sigh until you brought his lips back to yours and gave him one last peck. You kissed him on the forehead,cheek,nose and one last time on the lips. You rested your forehead against his,holding his face in both your hands. You both didn’t know what this meant, obviously you two idiots loved each other, but there was still things(more like one person in the way). It was going to be messy. You got up onto your feet and held your hand out to help him up too.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning” you said and gave him a weak smile

“Ok” he nodded

[btsqualityy]

My Hair

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Slice of life!AU ,fluff and smut

Warnings: dirty talk, light degradation (he calls her a slut but she loves it), unprotected sex (they’re married), oral sex, and creampie

Author’s Note: I’ve had this fic finished for a few weeks now but I debated posting it because I literally started writing it right after Butter came out and then Jeon Jungkook decided to cut his fucking hair off again so I felt like that put this fic in limbo lol. But I decided to post it anyways because I really like it! Shoutout to @darliingmo​ for the original ask that she sent that inspired me to write this fic! I hope you guys enjoy it!

After having been with Jungkook for seven years (and married for six), you thought you could survive anything that Jungkook had thrown your way. You had lived through Blood, Sweat and Tears Jungkook, flourished through Fake Love Jungkook, and barely managed to get through ON era Jungkook in one piece. 

But nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for Butter era Jungkook.

When you pulled up in front of your house after getting off of work and shut your car off, everything was normal enough. Jungkook’s car was sat in the driveway in front of yours and toys were all over the front yard, even though you knew that you had asked him to make sure to clean them up while you were gone.

Everything was also pretty normal when you walked into the house too, the sounds of your daughters giggling and talking loudly flowing from the kitchen and you could hear Jungkook responding to them. After setting down your bag and taking off your shoes, you paced into the kitchen as well and your jaw dropped at what you saw. 

Jungkook was standing at the kitchen counter cutting something up, with both Ava and Aria sitting on the counter in front of him. That part was typical, because he cooked with your daughters anytime that he could. It was the fact that his now almost shoulder length hair was dyed a dark purple. 

“Mommy!” Ava exclaimed and both Aria and Jungkook lifted their heads to look over at you as well. 

“Hey babe,” Jungkook smiled and you walked over to them, kissing his puckered lips before moving and placing kisses on both of the girls’ foreheads. “How was your day?”

“It was good, got a lot of editing done,” you told him. “How was yours?”

“Good,” he nodded. “Me and the girls went grocery shopping, and then we had a playdate with Namjoon hyung, Mason and Maia and then we came home to work on dinner.”

“You also, uh, dyed your hair?” You pointed out with a giggle and he blushed lightly.

“We’re shooting the music video soon and I wanted something different,” he shrugged. 

“It’s for the new song that you guys have been working on?” You wondered. 

“Yeah, Butter,” he told you. “Do you like it?”

“I haven’t heard it yet,” you murmured as you reached up, running your hands through the ends of the strands. 

“Not the song babe, my hair,” he laughed loudly and your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment as you realized your mistake. 

“I do,” you nodded, doing your best to keep a straight face. “It really suits you.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he grinned. “Now, go get changed. The girls and I will be finished with dinner soon.”

“Yeah!” Aria shouted, making you cringe slightly from the sheer volume of her voice. 

“Alright, alright,” you laughed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” As you turned to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs, the only thing that you could think about was how the hell you were gonna make it through this comeback.

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He didn’t even give you a few days before he began attacking you with how good he looked; he only had the decency to wait a few hours. 

After you all had dinner together, the girls decided that they wanted Jungkook to give them their baths and get them ready for bed, which was normal for them because they tended to want the parent that they had been with for most of the day to do that stuff so you took up dish duty while he did that. 

By the time that you were done, 30 minutes had passed and you figured that he should be done by now so you trudged upstairs and into Aria’s room. You saw the three of them there, Ava and Aria giggling as they attached clips and bows into their father’s hair. 

“Mommy!” Aria called out to you as you stepped into her room. “We did daddy’s hair!”

“I see that,” you giggled after seeing the almost afraid look on your husband’s face.

“They refused to even lie down until I let them play in my hair,” Jungkook whispered.

“You look like a prisoner,” you laughed as you sat down on the floor right across from him. 

“I feel like one,” he mumbled.

“Do you like Daddy’s hair Mommy?” Ava asked you and you nodded your head. 

“You both did a beautiful job guys,” you praised them. “But you both need to head to bed now.”

“Five more minutes?” Ava requested and you shook your head with a smile as you stood up from the ground. 

“Nope, you both have school in the morning so let’s go,” you said and though Ava and Aria both gave you pointed pouts, they both pulled their hands out of Jungkook’s hair. 

“Good night Angel,” Jungkook whispered as Ava leaned over and allowed him to kiss her cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too Daddy, good night,” Ava replied before getting up and skipping over to you, grabbing onto your outstretched hand and letting you lead her out of her sister’s bedroom.

About five minutes later, you had finally managed to get your oldest daughter down for bed and were walking out of her bedroom when you ran into your husband in the hallway, where he was walking out of Aria’s room. 

As the two of you made eye contact with one another, it took all of five seconds for you to burst out laughing at how his hair looked. 

“Oh yeah, nice to see that my hair is so amusing to you,” he scoffed. 

“I’m sorry,” you snorted, covering your mouth with both of your hands because you didn’t want your laughs to wake your daughters up. “You just looking fucking ridiculous.”

“Go to hell Y/N-ah,” he muttered as he turned and walked off down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You immediately followed behind him, not able to shut off the laughs that were still falling from your lips. 

“Kook, I’m sorry!”

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One of your favorite things about Jungkook was how passionate he was about the things that he cared about. That included the wellbeing of you and your daughters, his family, the members, and his music. That’s the main reason why being able to watch him in the studio as he worked on music was always a treat for you.

He was always so focused and sung every lyric with the purest intentions, and it never failed to amaze you just how easily that intention showed through on his face and in his voice. 

You were sat in one of the many recording studios in HYBE’s building, PDogg touching the mixing board every once in a while as Jungkook recorded his parts for a song that all of the members had been working on. 

“That sounded good Jungkook, but maybe try to enunciate your words a little more?” PDogg suggested. “It sounds a little slurred together.”

“Ok,” Jungkook nodded as he reached up and pushed his bangs out of his face. You noticed that he had been doing that a lot throughout this recording session and you figured that his hair was bothering him so you decided to help him out. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a hair tie before standing up and walking over to PDogg.

“Just a sec, ok?” You said and the producer nodded at you. You then walked over to the door that was placed to the left of the mixing board, pulling on the handle and opening it before stepping inside of the recording booth. 

“What’s up Y/N-ah?” Jungkook wondered and you held up the hair tie as you walked over to him. 

“Your hair’s bothering you, huh?” You guessed and he nodded, smiling at you gratefully.

“It’s getting so long now, I’m not used to it,” he admitted as you reached up and began gathering up his hair into your hands. Once you were sure that you had it all, you held his hair in one hand while you used the other to secure the hair tie around the strands. Once you made sure that it was secure in his head, you lowered your hands and looked at him. 

Jungkook with a man bun was easily the only thing that could make you weak in the knees these days and you didn’t think about that until you were now face to face with him. Having his hair pulled back made the angles of his face stand out, his jawline seeming sharper than usual. It also made him seem more mature, which you decided was an amazing look on your husband. 

“I know that look,” Jungkook whispered, a lazy smirk on his face. “I’ll take care of you later, ok?”

“Ok,” you agreed, letting Jungkook snake one of his arms around your waist and pull you closer, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you, by the way,” he murmured. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, giving him one last quick peck before making your way out of the recording booth again. 

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“Holy fuck,” you gasped as you lifted your head and looked down in between your legs, where Jungkook was licking wide stripes up your clit.  He had kept his promise that he made to you at the studio, smacking your ass and laying you down onto your bed as soon as the two of you had made it back home.

“So wet baby,” he murmured huskily, taking his mouth off of you for a few seconds in order to slip his middle finger inside of you. “So tight too. You want me to make you come?”

“Yes baby,” you murmured and he gave you a lazy smirk. 

“Hands in my hair baby,” he instructed you. “I know you love that.” You nodded and reached down, taking ahold of the hair that had managed to fall out of his small bun and clutching it in between your fingers. As soon as he felt you tug lightly on the strands, he set his mouth back onto your clit, this time taking the entire muscle into his mouth and sucking hard. 

“God damn Kook,” you moaned, letting your head fall back onto the bed as you felt your orgasm winding up in the pit of your abdomen. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Mmm,” he hummed against you and the feeling only further pushed you towards your orgasm. It wasn’t until you felt his lightly scrape his teeth against your clit that you came, your back arching up off of the bed and a long, drawn out moan coming from your throat. 

Jungkook licked and fingered you through it until you were using your grip on his hair to pull his face away from your pelvis, a lazy smile on your face as you looked down at him. 

“Fuck, that was great,” you gushed, making him chuckle as he sat up and it was then that you noticed the bulge in his jeans. 

“I’m glad,” he smiled. “Think you can take more though?”

“Definitely,” you smiled and it didn’t take Jungkook long to shuck his pants and boxers off. 

“Ass up for me baby,” he instructed and you lifted your body, turning over so that your chest was pressed against the bed with your ass raised. Jungkook took the liberty of leaving a firm smack to your left ass cheek, making you glare over your shoulder at him. 

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” you threatened and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as he shuffled forwards, grabbing the base of his cock before slowly sinking himself into you.

“Shit,” you gasped, your fingers clutching the sheets beneath you as he bottomed out inside of you. 

“That’s it baby,” he muttered as he began to fuck you. “Take it all.”

“So fucking big,” you whimpered, taking a second to look over your shoulder at him. He had both of his hands on your waist, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he focused on moving his hips against your ass. The best part to you though, was the pieces of hair that had fallen from his bun and were now framing his face in the most Greek God-like way. 

“Hi,” he chuckled as he caught you staring at him and you smiled through your embarrassment as you pushed yourself up, your back flush against his chest. 

“Hi,” you whispered, moaning lightly when he began to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. With you now sitting up, the angles of his thrusts had changed and you could feel him so much deeper inside of you, and you were pretty sure that he could tell with how much louder your moans had gotten. 

“Get them wet for me,” he instructed you as he brought his pointer and middle finger up to your lips. You wordlessly opened your mouth, allowing him to slip them inside as you began to suck on them earnestly. Once a few seconds had passed, Jungkook pulled them out of your mouth and trailed them down your body, leaving a trail of wetness until his fingers settled on your clit. Your body immediately jumped, making him smirk as he rubbed your clit in firm circles. 

“You want me to make you come again?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Ask me.”

“Please make me come Kook,” you pleaded. “Feels so fucking good, I need it.”

“Love it when you beg for me,” he groaned into your ear. “Just like a little slut.”

“Y-your slut,” you whispered and you heard him chuckle deeply. 

“That’s right baby.” With how deeply he was fucking you and how sensitive you were from your first orgasm, you felt like you were going to come at any minute. 

“Can I come Kook?” You stammered.

“Go ahead Y/N-ah,” he said and it was right on time because your orgasm slammed into you as soon as you had registered what he said. Your body shook against his and he had to tighten his grip on your waist with his free arm as you leaked onto his cock and onto the sheets below you. 

“Ha, ha, ha,” you chanted as he continued to grind into you, pushing you into oversensitivity. 

“Take it for me baby, I’m almost there,” he promised. 

“I-I can’t,” you whimpered and Jungkook took his hand away from your clit, bringing his hand up and wrapping his fingers around your throat. 

“I thought you were my little slut,” he muttered roughly into your ear and you could tell by how strained his voice was that he was close to coming. “Don’t sluts do what they’re told?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then be good for me and take this fucking dick,” he snapped and all you could do was reach back and hold onto his thighs as he fucked you hard. Even though the overstimulation almost hurt, it also felt deliciously good and you felt like you could come again if he kept going. 

“God, such a good, wet pussy,” he grunted. “Gonna fucking come baby.”

“Inside of me,” you whispered. “Come inside.”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he announced, and you felt small spurts of his cum inside of you. He continued to fuck it deeper into you, not stopping until his body shivered from oversensitivity. 

“Damn,” you gasped as he pulled out of you, your body immediately falling onto the bed with Jungkook following behind you.

“You know, if I had known you would love long hair on me this much, I would’ve grown it out a long time ago,” he mused, making you giggle as you looked over at him.

“I love anything on you idiot, but I do have to admit that the long hair is my favorite,” you replied. 

“Hmm, too bad that I plan on cutting it off next week after the video shoot,” he shrugged. 

“Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare!”

[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can���t Tell Pete About v

Pete and you make amends, but after a series of break ins you end up staying at his apartment when an unexpected visitor shows up.

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Drug use, cursing, heated make-out session

Word Count: 3161

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You spent the next week moping around your apartment, your phone turned off. All inspiration you’d had for writing seemed to have drained out of you, causing you to cancel writing sessions.

After not answering your phone for a few days, Pete came by your apartment, finding you deep in your depression. “I’m sorry for blowing up at you.” He said, taking a seat on the couch next to you. You shrugged, eyes not leaving the TV screen in front of you.

Your brother scoffed, grabbing the remote and turning it off, leaving you with no other option but to pay attention to him. “It’s fine Pete.” You muttered, reaching over to try and grab the plastic from him.

He frowned at you, “obviously it’s not. I shouldn’t have called you selfish and I shouldn’t have made it sound like I wanted you to get your heartbroken.” He explained calmly. He’d been through enough of these episodes himself, so he knew how to navigate the sadness that ran in your blood.

You sighed but didn’t say anything. You felt guilty that he was blaming himself for your mood. In reality, your fight with him was the last thing on your mind.

Pete continued explaining himself, “I’m just trying to protect you, you know?”

You nodded, trying to find the words to respond. “I know.” You whisper, “You’re right, though. Getting involved with your friends would be a bad idea.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “did something happen that I need to know about?”

You took a deep breath, preparing the lie in your head, “no, I just have been thinking about it. You’re right, it would just end up messy and someone would get hurt.”

You could tell he was trying to hide an “I-told-you-so” smirk. “So, there’s nothing going on between you and Colson?” he asked.

You tried to cover the fact that your breath caught in your throat. You guys were pretty obviously flirting the first night, but you didn’t expect Pete to jump to that assumption. “Colson?” You prayed your lie was convincing. “Why’d you assume I was thinking about going out with him?”

Pete raised an eyebrow at you and you let out a fake laugh, “bro, no. I was talking about Douglas.” You lied through your teeth. If music didn’t work out, maybe you could be an actress.

Your brother actually laughed at you for that, “wait, seriously? Doug?” His eyes closed and he leaned back into the couch.

“Yeah, I mean Colson’s hot and everything but that British accent really does things, you know?” You giggled, trying to ignore the sinking feeling from Colson’s name rolling off your tongue.

Pete rolled his eyes, “whatever, weirdo. Trust me, you dodged a bullet. I love Doug, but he could not handle you.” He got up from the couch. “I’m out, just wanted to come check on you. Maybe answer your phone some time?”

You smiled; happy you were on better terms with one of the men in your life. “I’ll try my best.” You called to him as he moved to the door. “Oh and, uh, Pete?”

He turned towards you, the sight reminding you all too much of Saturday night. “I’m sorry for being a bitch and calling you unstable and shit. I mean, you’re an asshole, but that was uncalled for.”

Pete shrugged, “I mean, I am unstable, but thanks.” He waved, leaving your house.

 A few weeks past and things were getting back to normal. You were back writing and editing tracks, Pete and you were talking again, and you felt like yourself. Part of you was glad that things ended earlier rather than later with Colson, so you hadn’t had time to get too attached. Still, the thought of what could have been made you upset from time to time.

You were on your way to the studio one morning when you got a text from your floor group chat.

Wanted to let you guys know, there’s been a series of break-ins in the area. Keep your doors locked. So far no one has been in the apartments, so if you can try to stay somewhere else until they catch him. Be careful floor 5 fam!

Your floor was almost exclusively younger millennials, so you all got along decently. Andy, the one who had sent the text, was actually a pretty good friend of yours, despite you rarely leaving your apartment.

You had an irrational fear of people breaking into your house. You couldn’t explain it, but the thought of being attacked in your own home was one of the worst things that could ever happen to you. Because of this, you decided to text Pete.

Hey, can I stay at your place for a little while. There have been break ins near my apt and I really don’t wanna be there if it happens to me.

You knew Pete was probably rolling his eyes, but you didn’t care. There was no way you were gonna stay in your apartment until you felt safe.

Sure

You have to buy groceries though

Deal

And thus began your week-long sleepover at Pete’s house.

 On day four, Pete walked into the guest room where you had set up camp, finding you scrolling through your phone on the bed. “Hey, Colson’s gonna come over tonight and we’re gonna get high on mushrooms and watch SpongeBob. Wanna join?”

The thought of seeing the blond again made your heart race, but you hid behind a fake smile, “no thanks, I’ll probably stay in here all night and get some work done. Have fun though, don’t bother me.”

“Yeah, you look like you got a lot of work to do.” He said sarcastically but left you to your own devices. “I’m ordering Pizza, I’ll get you one.”

You thanked him, trusting he knew your pizza order by heart by now. Once he left you let out a worried sigh, trying to figure out how you were going to hide the awkwardness between you and Colson from your brother. Hopefully, he would be too high to figure out anything was up.

You were also upset that you had to turn down a night of shrooms and SpongeBob, something you would’ve loved. But you figured you could skip out on one night of fun if it meant avoiding the guy that you probably could’ve fallen in love with if he hadn’t given up on your relationship before it even started.

Okay, so maybe you weren’t as over everything as you told yourself you were, but he had put you in a shitty situation. Of course, you weren’t going to be happy about it.

Three hours later you were sitting cross-legged on your bed, laptop in lap, and headphones in. You’d been listening to one of Lea’s tracks for the past hour, scribbling some general edit notes in your notebook and cleaning up some of the notes with your virtual tuner.

You vaguely heard a knock on the front door but ignored it, focused on adjusting her vocals for the bridge. Truthfully, it wasn’t the best song you’d written with her, but she liked it and she was your boss at the moment, so you did what she asked.

But when there was a knock at your door, you paused, removing one earbud, and calling, “yeah?”

You weren’t expecting to be met with those all-too-familiar blue eyes. “Hey.” Colson said, his confidence fading as you made eye contact.

“Hey.” You replied softly, feeling like his hand was wrapped around your heart and squeezing it.

He cleared his throat, stepping further into your room with a pizza box in hand. “Here’s your pizza.” He handed you the box awkwardly. You had expected him to leave the room after you thanked him, but he lingered for a moment. “You’re not skipping out on tonight because of me, right?”

You raised your eyebrow at him, confusion on your face. “No, I have a lot of work to do tonight so…” You trailed off, lowering your gaze down to the box in your hand.

He nodded, “okay, I just- you told me how much you liked doing shit like this with Pete and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t…” He paused, letting out a breath, “if you want to join, you should. Like I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have fun just because I’m here.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not not hanging out with you guys tonight because of you. I’m just doing work.”

The man nodded again, scratching the back of his neck. “O-okay. I’ll just, uh.” He turned towards the door, moving to leave before turning back to you. “If you get done and feel like it, you should come watch SpongeBob with us.”

You nodded, sucking your lips into a straight line, feeling the awkward tension in the air that you desperately wanted to avoid. “I’ll think about it.” You said and with that, the blond left your room, pulling the door behind him.

You hated to admit it, but even when he was being nervous and awkward, he still managed to be fucking attractive as hell. You let out an annoyed huff, falling back against your pillows and covering your face with your hands.

You then spent the next 45 minutes trying to finish your edits, but your mind kept wandering to the boy with the sky in his eyes and an art museum on his body. Realizing you wouldn’t be getting any work done for the rest of the night, you thought about his offer.

Shrooms did sound good right now, and as much as you hated it, so did spending time with Colson, even if it was just friendly. And now that you had gotten Pete off your back about the events that had gone down weeks ago, he wouldn’t be suspecting anything anyways, especially not if he was tripping out.

Fuck it, you figured, climbing out of your bed and grabbing the box of pizza. You shuffled out of your room and into the living room where the bright colors of the TV lit up the dark house.

“Y/N! You decided to join us!” Pete cheered as you took a seat on the edge of the couch, curling your legs under you.

You giggled at your brothers very faded state. “I got bored of working so, shrooms.” You shrugged, reaching over and grabbing the bag off the coffee table. You could feel Colson’s eyes following you but you tried to play it off.

The mushroom was chewy in your mouth and tasted like dirt, so you ate it as fast as you could, focusing your attention on the tv. You leaned back into the arm of the couch, your legs falling to your side. From the corner of your eye, you could see Colson take a long swig of the bottle in his hands. It was too dark for you to read the label, but you could tell it was some form of alcohol.

Biting your lip, you considered the idea of toying with him, remembering how awkward he was earlier. Deciding he probably would be too high to care; you leaned over and grabbed the bottle from his hand. You brought the drink up to your lips, eyes locked on his and a smirk on your face. He watched as you swallowed the burning liquid, and it was then that you processed just how glazed his eyes were.

Handing him the bottle back, you giggled. Something about Colson being completely faded yet still watching your every move made you feel giddy inside. He smiled at your actions, accepting the bottle, and taking another sip of it. This time you watched him, his Adam’s apple moving with the liquid.

So, you were definitely not over him. Not even in the slightest.

You took in a breath, turning to the screen and waiting for the drugs to kick in. They were playing the episode where SpongeBob had to get a new spatula after his broke, a classic. Every so often you reached over and drank from the bottle of what you figured out was some form of whiskey, probably Jameson knowing your brother. Colson didn’t seem to mind, moving closer to you as subtly as possible so you didn’t have to reach as far. If Pete picked up on anything he didn’t say.

Around the 20-minute mark, the shrooms definitely hit. The lights from the TV got brighter, the pictures seeming to blend together in a different way. You loved this feeling, everything seemed so much funnier and every bone in your body felt 20 pounds lighter.

Your movements felt slower, your limbs turning to jelly. Colson happened to glance over to you, seeing the smile on your lips and knowing, even in his faded state, that you were high. The image reminded him of that first night, you on the same couch passing the blunt to him. Your eyes were glossy and your smile was beautiful then and now.

As the episode ended and rolled into the next, you shifted slightly, your legs starting to fall asleep. You moved to dangle them off the couch when you felt a soft hand on your ankle. You looked over to see Colson staring at the screen, but his fingers wrapped around your right foot, pulling it onto his lap. He then reached for the other one and pulled you so both of your feet were propped in his lap, your back against the arm of the couch.

You sent him a smirk, but if he saw it, he ignored it, continuing to watch the cartoon. His hand ran up and down your leg, sending shivers through your body. You tried to pay attention to what was going on on the screen, but you felt like your entire body was on fire.

You let out a little giggle at the sensations, causing him to glance at you, bringing a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion. You pouted jokingly towards him before turning back to the TV. He continued to look at you, the drugs making every feature of yours pop.

After another episode ended you heard quiet snores coming from the other side of Colson. You looked over to find Pete passed out, head hanging off the side of the couch. You laughed quietly, grabbing Colson’s attention. You motioned towards the sight, making Colson laugh silently as well. His whole face lit up as he took in his friend’s sleeping state.

You moved your feet off his lap, scooting closer to him. Your cross-faded state made you much more confident than you normally would be, and much more reckless. “Looks like it’s just you and me now.” You whispered, looking up at the man.

He smirked down at you, blinking slowly. His eyelashes were so long and pretty, you wanted to steal them. “I guess it is.” He said, voice matching yours.

God his voice was sexy.

In a moment of brilliance, or as anyone else would call it, stupidity, you climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist. He raised an eyebrow but made no effort to move you. Your hands rested on his shoulders, a drunken grin on your lips. “I was really sad when you left.” You murmured, searching his eyes.

He took his lower lip between his teeth, taking a deep breath. “I hated leaving.” He responded, leaning his head closer to you. “Took every ounce of strength I had not to go back.”

You frowned, leaning so that your noses were touching. “I wish you had.” You whispered before closing the gap between your mouths. His lips collided with yours so familiarly, so naturally. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, fingers toying with the hair there. His found your waist, pulling your body further into his.

Every inch of your body was tingling in the best way. You felt like you were flying, adrenaline coursing in your veins. When you pulled away for air you smiled up at him. “You’re really cute.” You giggled.

He grinned, “you’re cuter.” He pecked your lips as you shook your head in disagreement, “yup.”

You both knew better. You had ended things for a reason, a reason that was passed out next to you. But in his arms, you just didn’t care. You kissed him again, deeper this time. You felt like you needed to make up for the lost time.

And Colson kissed you back, missing your intoxicating lips. Your hips started moving against his, the friction in his pants making him moan quietly against your lips.

It felt good, but he knew something wasn’t right. So, he pulled away. “Y/N.” He mumbled, earning a small whine from you. “Shhh.” He shushed you, “we can’t do this, remember?”

You pouted, moving back from him. His thumb rubbed circles into your hip, a frown on his face. “We said we weren’t gonna do this because of Pete.” He whispered.

You sighed angrily, “why does Pete get to tell us what to do?” You asked.

Colson smiled softly, “he doesn’t. But we decided that it was best if we stopped seeing each other.”

“We did!” You whisper-shouted. “Obviously, that doesn’t work.” Colson chuckled at your small outburst, knowing you were right. “Doesn’t this feel right to you?” You asked, pressing your forehead to his.

He wanted to kiss you so bad, but instead he just said, “we can’t do this.”

You pushed yourself off of his lap, a frustrated expression covering your face as you stood up. “You’re both assholes.” You said, making Colson’s eyes go wide at your volume.

He stood up, hand going to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t wake up Pete. “Y/N please.” You glared at him but made no attempt to continue. “You’re right, even if we avoid each other it doesn’t work, so let’s scratch that idea.” He paused and you nodded, agreeing with him. You didn’t care what happened, you just wanted him back in your life. “Let’s be friends. Just friends. We can hang out together and have fun, but we don’t get involved with each other. That way, we won’t be tempted to do this every time we see each other.”

You hated the idea, but you knew it was better than the alternative. So, you let out a small “okay” against his palm. He smiled, removing his hand from your mouth. “I’m gonna go to bed, friend.” You said, backing away from him.

He nodded, a small smile on his face. “Wait.” He whispered, pulling you in for a short, sweet kiss. “Okay, now we’re just friends.”

You let out a small giggle and rolled your eyes, pushing him back onto the couch. “Goodnight.” You whispered, walking towards your room, and trying not to stumble. Your lips held a stupid smile that refused to go away.

[farfromtommy]

seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

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a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

please reblog if you enjoyed reading and and feel free to leave any comments!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.

[detectivehannibal]

Two Timed

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Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst.

Requested by: @vampirevatican​

A/N (edit): I hear you guys’ plea for a part 2. I have another request to write, but it is on my radar!

Word Count: 2,598

“Don’t give him the satisfaction of a second chance.”

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You had been suspicious for awhile. It was surely hard to ignore the tug in your chest that was telling you something was off. In the seven years you had been married to Hannibal Lecter, you had learned how to be a keen observer. You had learned to be a careful listener and a focused watcher. In a general sense, he had taught you to be extremely in touch with all of your senses. This was turning out to be your worst nightmare. 

For starters, he was later coming home from work. You initially shrugged this off as perhaps he was off doing his unspeakable errands. However, the situation became very clear when he came home with just the slightest bit of lipstick on his shirt collar. Something that a non-observant person would blatantly miss. After that, all the signs were like a stop sign in your face. The unfamiliar scent of perfume that lingered around him when he walked past you. The simple yet vague answers he would give when you asked him about his day. It all came together quickly and life as you knew it was crashing down.

You didn’t want to believe that he was cheating on you. Hannibal Lecter, the most refined and morally just man you had ever known, being unfaithful to his wife. It was shocking and quite ironic. You didn’t want to have to go snooping for answers. You had always respected Hannibal’s space and personal belongings and never touched anything without asking first. However, you were too upset one fateful evening to care at this point. You searched every part of his study searching for even the smallest hint as of to who this mystery woman was. 

That’s when you found the letter. 

It wasn’t easy to spot. It wasn’t exactly sitting in plain view. You had to rummage through stacks of papers and folders before you saw it. The letter had been written on archival paper, something a little more formal and had some weight to it as it rested in your hands. The seamless piece of paper was addressed to “My dearest Alana” in Hannibal’s unmistakable handwriting. 

Oh. 

Your heart sank into your shoes when you read the header. This had to be a mistake. Surely this wasn’t the Dr. Alana Bloom who had been over for dinner on multiple occasions. The woman who had been mentored by your husband when she was in school to be a psychiatrist. It made your stomach curl in the worst way. The very woman who was acting as your husband’s mistress had been under your nose the entire time. You had almost wished she had been a stranger to you. 

The fact that you were finding out due to a letter was a double smack in the face. When you were dating Hannibal, he often would write you letters of the same magnitude. They expressed his deepest care and feelings for you. It was his way of pouring his soul and heart out to you. Now it seemed that had meant absolutely nothing.

Hot tears wasted no time filling your eyes and streaming your cheeks. This was the most betrayal you had ever felt. You were overwhelmed with anger, sadness, disappointment, and hurt all at the same time. How could he do this to you? You never in a million years would you have seen this coming. He was so adamant about people who were disrespectful and had no regard for others. This was very out of character. 

You shoved the letter back where you found it and raced to your car. There was no way you could stay here. You needed to get away to think. You needed to find someone who would care enough to listen before you did something stupid. Will Graham was your first immediate thought. You had been friends with him before ever knowing Hannibal. As a matter of fact, you met Hannibal through Will. You knew Will would listen. He was always there for you no matter what...whether he cared to be or not. His home was about an hour away from you and Hannibal’s shared home. It was a bit of a drive, but you were desperate. You pondered how to handle the situation while you were in commute. 

Your immediate solution was to turn Hannibal in to the police. You knew he was the killer they had been looking for. It would be the ultimate revenge and the most badass way to leave your lasting mark. You could have Hannibal Lecter at your mercy. You had the power to end his reign of cannibalistic terror. Unfortunately this plan had its leaks and you realized something infuriating. Hannibal would always be one step ahead. More than likely, he’d find out that you knew of the affair just as you were reporting him to Jack Crawford. He would obviously know that giving him up would be your first response and he’d have ample amount of time to get away without a trace.

And then you’d end up dead at his hands.

Damn him. At the time being, you were unsure of what to do. You could never attempt to live life as it was before while also knowing of his secret affair. That would be too cruel to yourself. You were worth way more than that. You deserved better. 

After what felt like an eternity, you pulled into Will’s yard. You hoped he wouldn’t mind an unexpected visit. It wasn’t too terribly late into the night, only about 9:15 or so. You knocked on his front door gently, this was followed by a sound from the inside of multiple sets of fuzzy paws rushing towards the door, alerting their human that he had a visitor. You peeked through the window to see a group of wagging tails and bright canine eyes. Oh, to be one of Will’s stray pups. You would always be well fed, treated with care, and have a cozy place to live. What a life. 

Will approached the door finally, his brows slightly dipping upon seeing your reddened eyes and flushed skin. You managed to hold it together long enough to muster a shaky greeting once he opened the door;

“Hi, Will.” 

He was holding the doorknob with one hand, his other resting on the door frame; 

“Hello,” He said suspiciously; “Have you been crying?”

Your lip quivered at his questions and a fresh round of tears welled up;

“Can I come in?” You asked choking down a sob. 

A brief flash of panic crossed the unofficial FBI agent’s face. He didn’t do well with a crying woman. He stepped aside to allow you to enter his home. You were happily welcomed by his dogs, Winston even sitting by your feet to request an ear rub. You squatted in front of him and stroked his soft, honey colored fur. He licked your salty tears from your cheeks, a sad laugh coming from your chest. 

Will closed the door behind him and frantically tried to see if he could figure out what was wrong without having to ask and further upset you. He noted that you weren’t wearing your wedding ring. You never left the house without it, so he knew it had something to do with Hannibal. Once you rose back from the floor and turned to him, he spoke;

“Did Hannibal do something?” He asked as gently as possible. 

He hated seeing you upset. He didn’t want to make it worse. You nodded in response, the flood of emotions washing over you again. The reality of the situation was really beginning to set in. 

“Yeah. He...He’s cheating on me,” You said with a cracking voice. You went on at the sight of Will’s face going white; “I found a love letter in his study.”

His eyes widened as he took a moment to process what you were saying. Who would ever want to be unfaithful to you? You were perfect in every way. 

“Are you sure it wasn’t for you? Perhaps he hadn’t addressed it yet?” He offered a simple solution. 

If only that simplicity was the truth. You fell onto his sofa and shook your head;

“It was addressed to Alana.” You stated.

Now that made his blood turn cold. This couldn’t be happening.

“Alana Bloom? What makes you so sure it’s her?” He asked in disbelief, sitting next to you

“Because she’s the only Alana that Hannibal and I both know, Will. She’s the only logical person. They go way back.” You said feeling defeated. 

Will stressfully ran a hand through his hair. As a third party this was a lot to take in. He could only imagine how you were feeling. Just like you, he never would’ve expected this from either of them. 

“[Y/N], I’m sorry.” He apologized.

He couldn’t help but feel a little responsible. He was the one who had introduced you two after all. He felt that this could’ve been avoided.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault,” You said honestly; “I’m sorry for coming over here and making this your problem too. I didn’t know where else to go.” 

“Your problems can always be mine. I guarantee that. You can always come here.” He comforted.

You gave the best smile you could. Will had really always been there for you. If he was being honest, he wanted to kiss you in that moment. He just wanted you to understand how much he cared about you. He never wanted you to doubt it. But he didn’t kiss you. He would never take advantage of your emotions like that. After all, you were still a married woman. He didn’t want to force you to stoop to Hannibal’s level. Instead, he just put a hand over yours and rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. 

On the subject of Hannibal, your phone had buzzed in your bag several times over the last several minutes. You knew it was Hannibal wondering where you were. You also knew he would quickly figure out that you were at Will’s home considering that he’s the only person you’d ever go see this late at night. It wouldn’t be long before Hannibal would be at his front door looking for you.

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t live with him knowing he’s got someone on the side.” You admitted.

“You especially shouldn’t live with him now. You can’t stay married.” He advised.

You knew this. You had a strict rule that always applied to your previous relationships. There was no excuse for cheating. That would be a dealbreaker every time. Divorce was common, but you never thought you’d end up a divorced woman. 

“I know. I mean what do I say to him?” You asked.

Will tucked his head to the side. It was a loaded question for sure. He wasn’t the relationship expert. He hadn’t had many serious relationships in his life. 

“Tell him how you feel. Make sure he understands how much he’s hurt you. Don’t hold back just because you love him,” He replied; “Don’t give him the satisfaction of a second chance.”

You were listening against your better judgement. You wanted so badly for this to just be a horrible dream. You wanted to wake up and this not be real. Silence fell over the both of you. You were out of things to say. You started sobbing again, collapsing into Will’s arms. He held you as you cries filled his home and caused his dogs to whine in sympathy. Your pity party was interrupted by a knock on the door a few minutes later. 

The man of the hour had arrived. 

Part of you wanted to run away and never see him again, but then you’d never get to tell him how you felt. And also he’d find you in record time. Will shot you a look before getting up to answer the door. Hannibal was standing there, still in his work suit and his demeanor was as cool as ever. 

“Hello, Will. Is [Y/N] here? She doesn’t seem to be at home,” He stated. 

“Yeah,” Will responded flatly; “She’s here. You’ve got some nerve showing up here, Dr. Lecter.”

Will was upset. His trusted psychiatrist had hurt his best friend by using his other friend. He had a right to be angry. Hannibal looked over Will’s shoulder to find you on the couch. He pushed past Will and into the room;

“Darling, I really wish you had informed me that you were going to be here.” He said disregarding Will’s previous sentence. 

You stood from the couch. You were furious, yet calm. You stood in front of your husband, looking into his dark eyes with a numb expression. This was your chance. 

“I know, Hannibal. I know about you and Alana.” You confessed.

While his face didn’t show any signs of shock, his heart skipped a beat. He obviously had never planned on you finding out, so this wasn’t what he expected. Will was watching, arms crossed as he observed. 

“How did you find out?” Hannibal asked nonchalantly.

If he had to guess, he would’ve suspected that maybe Alana came clean to Will who conveyed the truth. That was the first time Hannibal would’ve been wrong about anything. 

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know about it. And I want you to know how much you’ve hurt me because of it.” You said. 

You weren’t crying anymore. You were past that point. 

“When I said ‘I do’ on our wedding day, I meant it. Every word of my vows was the truth. I was ecstatic to spend my life with you. I was beyond thrilled to have forever to spend with someone I loved. I just wish I had known it didn’t go both ways,” You spoke softly; “If our marriage wasn’t what you signed up for, then I suppose I owe you an apology. But if it was everything you expected and it still wasn’t enough...then I don’t know what to tell you. I gave you...I gave us everything I had. My whole heart and soul. I wanted to be sure we were each other’s forever. But I see I didn’t do as well as I could have.”

Hannibal was speechless. There wasn’t anything he could say. He was ashamed. Ashamed of getting caught and ashamed for hurting an innocent person. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your wedding ring. You silently took his hand and placed it in his palm. It was cliche, but it was powerful. You were done. 

“I’ll be moved out by tomorrow. Don’t try calling me. Don’t come looking for me. I’m leaving. I hope you can live with what you’ve done,” You said brushing past him. 

You looked at Will as you went to exit his home. He knew you’d call him in a few days after you had time to yourself. You would never leave him behind. You stopped at the door, leaving Hannibal with one final sentence;

“Goodbye, Hannibal.” 

You walked down the front porch steps and into your car. You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you had to get away somewhere. You drove away in silence, letting the road take you wherever it wanted. You couldn’t help but reflect on the good times you had with Hannibal. It would be inhuman not to. At the end of the day, even if it didn’t work out, Hannibal was your love story. You would never be able to change that.

No matter how hard you tried.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

What We Want and What We Can Have

Part Two- My Love, Don’t Fade Away

WHOOPS IT’S A PART TWO THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR (part one lives hither)!

Warnings: cannon-typical violence, angst, unresolved tension encroaching resolution, more of Ron and his big beautiful brain, Ron has like three feelings and you take up two of them, non-edited nonsense bc feelings don’t wait for approval

I listened to Reminder by Mumford and Sons as well as I Don’t Feel It Anymore by William Fitzsimmons. Let me know if any of you crazy kids are interested in my BoB heavy-feels writing playlist bc ya know i’ve got one.

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The grey smoke from the burning church stung your eyes, and as you feel your tears trickle down your cheeks you wonder if they are soot-stained as well. 

 Around you, you can hear the screams of bombs whistling through the air- the harmonizing shrieks of the wounded and dying ringing in your ears as you watch Gene running towards the smoldering building, but you can’t seem to do anything other than watch. You know you need to do something, anything to help the medic save the handful of people bursting through the smoke like ashen fireworks.  

Yet all you seem capable of doing is dumbly stare at the ruins of the makeshift hospital you’d just watched explode. 

 The makeshift hospital you had been tasked to watch over.

For weeks, you’d been monitoring intel reports for any sign that the Luftwaffe had been intending to bomb the town of Bastogne. Weeks of pouring over intercepted and forwarded information and maps and citizen chatter that you’d been so sure indicated that the town was safe from harm, that the air attacks would be solely focused on the woods. 

Yet here you were, standing in the heart of a bomb-pocked town with ice in your veins and a terrible hollow in your heart.

 You’d failed. You couldn’t have been more spectacularly wrong.

 The irony of your mistake ending in fire was not lost on you, and as your eyes danced up with the flames and plumes of smoke you were filled with the same helpless feeling that had found you after learning of the fate of your mother, sister, and brother-in-law all those months ago. Only this time, you had no one to blame but yourself.

 You had done this. You’d missed something and now all of those wounded soldiers and brave nurses and innocent people were dead and trapped.

 When Gene grabs your shoulders you nearly jump out of your skin, blinking for the first time in what felt like hours and forcing yourself to focus on the drawn face of your friend. Something in his eyes gives you the impression that he’s been trying to get your attention for a long time.

 “Y/N!” he shouts, using his grip on you to pull you back towards the jeep. “We have to go, we’ve gotta go back—”

 “I-I should stay,” you stammer, limbs feeling like lead as you stumble along stiffly. “I don’t think…”

 Gene, ignoring your quiet mumbling, all but shoves you into the car and takes your previous seat as driver.

 Eyes having drifted back to the smoldering church, you try again to get your fumbling mouth to work enough to speak.

 “Gene, I think—”

 “You’re not staying here, Y/N.”

The way he says it leaves no room for argument.

“Bet you don’t even realize that your face is bleeding like a stuck pig….”

 When you raise your hand to touch your cheek you feel that he’s right, you are bleeding- most likely from the initial blast of debris that had hit you when the bomb hit.

As Gene whips the jeep around to take off down the road, you feel the cool wind sting at your eyes, the air so drastically different from the smoke you’d just been breathing that it makes you lightheaded.

 “I killed them,” you murmur, despite the fact that you know Gene can’t hear you. “I killed them.”

 Gene is crying when you look over at him but you can’t find it in you to offer him any comfort. What would the point be? What could you possibly say when everything you’d just witnessed was a direct consequence of something you’d missed?

 Ron was wrong, you think to yourself as you look back to the rapidly approaching forest. It is better to feel nothing. I want to feel nothing.

 Almost as if all you had to do was think about it- a strange calm settles bitterly in your chest, joining the hollow that had been deepening each day since you’d seen Blithe get shot through the throat.

 Just as you’d wished, you slipped into the numbness of nothing.

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 Ron was worried about you.

 No, he was more than worried. He was concerned...deeply concerned.

He had been for a while now- ever since you’d come back from a scouting mission with Blithe’s blood on your hands and a grim look of defeat marring your pretty face. He’d tried to talk to you about it, going as far as to pull you aside and wash the blood from your hands in hopes of getting you to open up privately- ignoring the confused looks of your superiors and his colleagues as he did so.

You had been, were worth any rumors that could come from his intentionally infrequent sign of humanity.

 But you’d given him nothing more than a weak smile and whisper of thanks before slipping away to find Nixon. It was like that moment in the attic had never happened.

 Seeing you come back from the town of Bastogne had shocked him, too. Not as much in terms of the blood pouring from the cut on your cheek, but in the absolutely dead look in your eyes he’d found when he had begun questioning you as to what had happened.

 “I was wrong,” you’d said emotionlessly, barely flinching when Spina had brought an alcohol-drenched rag to your wound. “I missed something, and now the town is gone.”

 Before he could even begin to think of a reply, Spina had asked him to help get you to CP so the other officers could figure out the next course of action. And once he had, you’d had no more to say.

 That night, Ron had poured over the information you’d been given concerning Bastogne, glaring at Nixon until the other man had relented and reluctantly given him the small wooden box you kept your reports in. You hadn’t ‘missed’ anything- there had been nothing to indicate any sort of attack to the town for you to miss. You had done nothing wrong.

 Not that he’d be able to convince you of that. Ron knew you well enough by now to know that your stubbornness could rival his own if you indulge yourself in it enough. He’d learned that long ago in Georgia upon meeting you, that you had not gotten here by accident or through any sort of familial connection- but rather by sheer determination and steadfastness and unapologetic bullheadedness, not to mention a natural gift for finding patterns in behaviors and translating them into strategy.

Watching you work, then and now, had been nothing short of marvelous. 

 But this wasn’t you. This heartbroken husk of you that he had been seeing now made his already frozen body feel even colder.

 Ron needed you back.

 Unbeknownst to you (and initially to him as well), you’d become the reason he fought. At first, it had been a more practical explanation: you worked tirelessly to secure the information needed to build strategies and he felt the need to reward that hard work with his own successful execution of the plans you’d made. Then, upon completing the task, you would come in and use any of the information you found to build the next strategy. It had been transactional, an exchange of services that helped the both of you work towards the mutual goal of winning the war.

It was simple.

 There was no real event to precede his shift in perspective. One day you’d been Y/N and the next you were Y/N. He’d nearly said as much in the attic, when your eyes had burned him alive with their curious sincerity and your heart had called to him so sweetly he’d nearly kissed you. 

 Seeing you now, blinking slowly in the warm candlelight while the voices of the choir wrapped around everyone like a thick blanket, Ron wondered if he should’ve kissed you.

He wonders if, by doing so, he could’ve somehow stopped you from getting to this point.

 You hadn’t been at the frontlines earlier that day for the siege of Foy, yet you looked just as drained as every other man in the company who had. Even with his heavy jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your fingers still trembled as you picked at the dirt beneath your nails, making him wonder if you were shaking from something else other than the cold.

 You startle slightly as he reaches over and places his hand over yours, head quickly turning to look at him and the tiniest dust of pink coloring your cheeks when you realized how close your face was to his. Almost as if you’d forgotten that he was sitting beside you in the pew, that only an hour ago he’d forced you to accept his coat while he scribbled out the names of the men now under his command onto some paper he’d asked one of the sisters for earlier. He hadn’t bothered writing your name- you were not like all of the others, you weren’t something to oversee and keep in order.

And as far as Ron was concerned, you’d been connected to him since D-Day. 

 He didn’t need a note to remember that.

 A shy, small smile turns your lips up at the corners- the action not seeming to quite reach your eyes but Ron felt the sincerity in it all the same. Flickering your gaze back down to his hand resting over yours, he watches as you hook your thumb over his small finger, pleased at the warmth he feels as you momentarily play with the silver ring he always wore there.  Watching your profile, he only takes his hand away when you return your attention to the young girls in front of the altar, allowing his gaze to linger on you for a few moments before turning back to his list.

 Feeling another set of eyes on him, he looks up and catches Lipton looking over his shoulder at the exchange. The other man quickly turns back upon being caught, and Ron studies the back of the other man’s head for a few moments before making up his mind.

 “Y/N,” Ron says quietly, tilting his head towards the door of the church once your eyes find his again, standing and rolling his sore shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll drop you off at your billet on my way to Battalion.”

 The offer seemed to surprise Lipton, but you take a deep breath and nod shortly.

 “Alright,” you say softly, “let me go return Luz’s lighter and I’ll meet you at the door?”

As he nods, you stand up carefully and side-step in front of Ron out of the pew, meeting Lipton’s smile with a weak one of your own as you give the man’s shoulder a quick squeeze.

 “Night, Car.”

 Lipton pats her hand affectionately and then you’re striding over to the pews where Luz, Liebgott, Randleman, and Heffron have set up camp.

Ron watches you go as he loads his gear back on, once again feeling Lipton staring at him. There’s a familiarity in the way Lipton is looking at him- it’s a look everyone seems to send his way, ever since Donald Malarkey started the rumor on D-Day.

 “You wanna ask me, don’t you?” Ron asks, watching the other man fidget.

 “Ask you what, sir?”

 “You wanna know if they’re true or not,” he clarifies, sizing the other man up. “The stories about me?”

 Lip said nothing, and when Ron looked over his shoulder at the man he saw that Lip was looking away. The man amused him, to say the least. The man’s bravery was starting to show in ways that filled Ron with every confidence in him- glad to have a Lieutenant with a backbone in his newly appointed Company.

 “Ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they hear it from someone who was there, and then when you ask that person they say they heard it from someone who was there?” Ron steps from the pew to stand before Lipton. 

“There’s nothing to ‘em, really. I bet if you went back 2000 years you’d hear a couple Centurions standing around yacking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.”

 Lipton seemed to consider that for a moment before replying. 

“Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.”

 Slinging his gun over his shoulder, Ron lets a smirk show on his face and squares his shoulders. “Well, maybe that’s because Tertius knew there was some value in the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion.” 

 When Ron looks over to where you are, he is glad to see that some of the tension in your posture has lessened. He can hear you mumble something that amuses Luz and Bull to no end, unable to help but feel a tinge of sadness at the fact that you’ve still got that hollow look in your eyes.

 “If I may speak freely, Sir?” Lipton says, breaking Ron from his trance and allowing him to look back to the other man. When he nods, the new Lieutenant dips his head indicatively in your direction.

“I’m worried about her….a lot of us are, Sir.”

 Ron keeps his expression neutral, nodding at the comment.

“Is there a question in there, Lipton?”

 A grimace crosses Lip’s face as he seems to ponder his words carefully. 

“No, Sir. It’s more of an observation, if anything.”

 “Go ahead.”

 “I know that, technically, Captain Nixon is meant to be her immediate supervisor,” Lipton says with a bit more confidence. “But I worry that he’s been, er….neglecting some of his responsibilities in favor of more cathartic activities….”

He cuts himself off, looking from side to side quickly before lowering his voice.

“Captain Nixon has been passing the brunt of the analysis work to Captain Y/L/N, if not ignoring it entirely. And, as great an officer as Y/N is, Sir—”

 “I understand, Lieutenant,” Ron interrupts Lipton just shy of insubordination, giving the confused man a nod before realizing that he’s unintentionally called the other man by his new title. “Thank you for bringing it to my attention. You were right to do so.”

 After informing Lipton of his promotion, Ron quickly turns on his heel and makes eye contact with you once more. As you fall in to step with him through the doorway of the church, Ron processes the new information he’s been given.

 While he’d never really liked Lewis Nixon, this revelation has only solidified his stance on the man. It was one thing to drink on the job and still be productive- whatever arrangement this was was unacceptable. 

 Your hand is soft in his as he takes it, the fumble in your stride telling him that you hadn’t been expecting him to do so. But you still don’t let go, you still follow him past Battalion and you offer no resistance when he guides you inside of the small cottage you’d been assigned to.

 When Ron gently takes your face in his hands, your eyes flicker down to his mouth before he even begins to speak.

 “Do you remember what you asked me in the attic, a few months ago? About what I cared about?”

 You nod slowly, and as your gaze meets his he could swear that you’re about to burn him to ask once more. You seem to lean into his touch, and while there is still caution in your eyes he thinks he may also see a flicker of intrigue in your irises as well.

 “Things you can’t have. Things you shouldn’t care about.”

 You say it as if you didn’t need to think about it very hard to remember- something that makes his heart stutter in his chest.

 “You, you know that I was talking about you.”

 Then, you do something that Ron will never forget.

 You smile.

And this time, it reaches your eyes.

~ ~ ~ (*looks over at all the homework/chores I’ve neglected in favor of writing this* WHOOPS

BUT FOR REAL HERE WE BE AGAIN. HOPE I DIDN’T DEPRESS Y’ALL TOO MUCH BC I KEEP DOING THAT WITHOUT INTENDING TO OK LOVE YOU BYE )

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[bunnyywritings]

when worlds collide

kozume kenma x fem!reader [LDR]

[a/n: hehe this gif is cute 🥺this was buried in my drafts so I edited it a bit, I’m slowly getting my motivation back so uhh yeah, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

He met you during one of his late night gaming sessions. You had tried to speak to him in English and he felt kinda bad for not being able to formulate a good response. Boy was petrified when he mumbled to himself about how cute your voice was and you had responded in Japanese.

From then on, there was frequent chats on discord and whatnot before the both of you had built up the courage to finally do a video call. He realized he was in love with you when you had joined his Minecraft server with Kuroo, Lev, and Hinata. You had gotten along with them so well. Just hearing you joke around and tease them made his heat happy.

He was hesitant to confess since you guys were 5,000+ miles away AND there was a 16hr difference between the two of you. Kuroo talked some sense into him and he ended up telling you while he was visiting your Island in animal crossing...it was so wholesome.

After getting a hang of each other’s schedules, things got easier and since it was summer, the both of you had time goof off on minecraft or on animal crossing, or just be on video call and send each other tik toks and memes. However, lately there had been a strange lull in conversation and whatnot. The distance was starting to take its toll on the both of you. He had just gotten accepted to the same Uni that Kuroo was currently attending, they had moved into an apartment off campus together because Kuroo absolutely despised his current roommate.

“So, how’re things with (y/n)?” Kuroo asked as they both carried the last boxes into the living room. There was a small silence that followed before Kenma sighed rather heavily and Kuroo just knew that it wasn’t good.

“Honestly, I don’t know...I thought they were going well but lately there’s been a weird lull. We’ll talk but it’s always very short before she’s making up excuses to go or something.” The edges of his lips twitched downward as he plopped down onto the couch.

“You didn’t make her mad or anything, did you?” Kuroo was trying his best to act neutral. He knew the reason you had been “ignoring” his buddy lately and he was trying to keep it on the down low.

“I don’t think so? I’ve tried to think of anything I could’ve said or done but I can’t think of anything.”

“Maybe she’s just busy? Isn’t she also just starting her freshman year of uni?” Kuroo quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right but still...she could’ve just said so.”

After Kuroo had cheered up his best friend, they ordered some pizza and he had told you that you might want to put your plan in motion sooner rather than later.

You had just gotten off the plane when you received his text and reluctantly agreed. Sweats and dark under eye bags isn’t really the first impression you want to make but you really did just want Kenma to finally hold you in his arms. The thought was almost overwhelming.

Getting into the taxi, you gave the address that Kuroo sent you and you were on your way. It took a few hours but you finally arrived and made your way inside and to the elevator. Heart pounding as you slowly approached the door. You could hear the familiar sounds of Mario Kart muffled through the door, with a shaky hand you tapped your knuckles against the door. Basically hearing your blood rush though your ears, your heart almost stopped when the door opened.

“Well look who’s finally here.” Kuroo whispered before completely stepping out and closing the door behind him. He pulled you into a quick hug and introduced himself. “Are you ready?”

“Uhm y-yes and no...” He chuckled at your shaky response and opened the door again, motioning you to step inside. Taking a deep breath, you stepped passed the threshold of the door, pulling your luggage behind you. As you walked down the hallway, your breath hitched and your eyes started to water as you caught sight of the familiar head of “pudding”colored hair.

“Kuroo what’s taking so lo-“ he turned, freezing when his eyes met yours. His voice was much more soothing when it was unfiltered, much fuller and deeper.

“Hi sweetheart...” your voice cracked the slightest bit as you noticed his eyes glossing over.

“Oh my god, (y/n).” He got up from the couch, remote violently clacking onto the floor as he rushed over to you. You barely had time to react as he pulled you into an embrace, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Tears had finally started to trail down your cheeks as you wrapped your own arms around his shoulders and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I can’t believe you’re here...”

Kuroo smirked, his own eyes watering a bit as he walked into the kitchen to give you two some space.

“I can’t believe it either.” As you said this, he clutched onto you even tighter, afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear. Much to his dislike, you pulled back just a bit. Hand coming up to gently caress his cheek. Warm amber eyes gazing into yours.

“C-can I...can I kiss you?” Cheeks turning a deep pink as he asked, to which you immediately said yes. Heart swelling at the fact that he wanted your permission first. He held your chin deftly between his fingers and with the utmost gentleness, pressed his lips onto yours. It took you a moment to process what exactly was going on but you had finally melted into the kiss, lips moving together languidly with want. Needing to finally feel each other’s lips moving in sync. Turning your head the slightest bit, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his tongue foreign yet welcomed as you tangled your fingers into his soft blonde locks. A small groan leaving his throat.

“Alright alright! If you’re gonna be like that then get a room!” Kuroo groaned, making both the both of you jump away from each other. “I don’t wanna listen to the two of you sucking face like that.” He childishly gagged. Your cheeks burned furiously at his words, choosing to bury your face in Kenma’s chest instead.

“Don’t tempt me to take that offer.” The cocky tone in his words shocked both you and Kuroo. “But since we’ve already got the switch set up, why don’t we play something.”

Kuroo offered you some pizza, which you gladly accepted and you made your way to the live room. The three of you played for a couple of hours but when your eyelids started drooping and you were constant falling off the maps, they decided that it was enough for the night.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Kenma whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You weakly protested as Kuroo pried the remote from your fingers.

“You’re falling asleep at the wheel (y/n). That’s extremely dangerous.” He snickered. After brushing your teeth, you snuggled into bed with Kenma. This was kinda like when the both of you would be on FaceTime before in bed and sleep but a thousand times better.

“When do you have to go back?” He asked, hand under your shirt and tracing random words and shapes into your skin.

“...I’m not going back.”

“Huh?” He tried not to seem too excited but you could definitely tell. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I got accepted to yonsei. I’ll be going to school with you guys.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He was slightly upset that he wasn’t able to celebrate with you.

“Well, I didn’t want to ruin this plan or give you any false hopes just in case I wasn’t actually accepted.”

He sighed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “Well I’m glad you’re here.” He chuckled softly when you yawned a couple times. “I’m sure you’re very tired from your flight.”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “It was a long 12 hours but I’m here.” Your voice was slurred with sleep.

“Go to sleep kitten, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Neither of you separated the entire night. So when Kenma woke up, there you were. Head resting on his chest, shoulders rising and falling with every breath you took.

It was well passed 12 in the afternoon but he didn’t care, he’d stay there with you in his arms for a lifetime.

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱(open) : @ohbois-biggay-bnha @yuiji-yuiji

[kyber-crystal]

Back To You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.3k

Summary: In which he realizes he’s been chasing after the wrong girl all this time, and finally realizes who he’s really meant to be with in the end.

Warnings: angst, fluff ending lol

A/N: this is one of my older oneshots published on wattpad and I was too lazy to edit before publishing this, so I apologize for the shit writing loolll

"Peggy?"

"Steve? Is that really you?" Her jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock as she blinked several times, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Yeah," the super soldier chuckles, quickly embracing her and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, "It's me."

"But how is it possible? I thought you were dead...that you wouldn't be able to come back..."

"We did it. We took down Thanos and his army, and the stones granted me the ability to time travel," he explained, "I knew I had to check on you to see if you were okay."

"I'm just glad you're back," Peggy mumbled into his chest as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "I'm so glad you're back."

But as time passed, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He should be happy that he was finally with with the one woman who he thought he'd never see again, but something felt off. Why didn't it feel right?

If anything, he should've been as overwhelmed with joy as he was in the beginning compared to now, but he wasn’t.

He tried his hardest to ignore the one answer stuck in the back of his head and attempts to instead, focus on Peggy who's catching him up on what happened while he was gone over dinner.

"Steve? Are you alright?" she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Is something wrong?"

"What? No, I'm okay," he shook his head, "don't worry."

"Something's bothering you..." she pointed out as she took a sip of her coffee, "what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't," Steve exhaled, "it wouldn't do you any good."

"...It's about those you left behind, isn't it?" she guessed. "Your team...and Y/N, specifically..."

His silence was all Peggy needed to confirm the answer to her question.

"I know," she spoke softly, causing him to look up from his plate in surprise. "I've known all along."

"How did you..."

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You still love her, and regret leaving her," she stated, "you wish to go back."

"I'm sorry-" he began.

"There's no need to be sorry," she reassured him, placing a hand on top of his, "it's okay. I'd rather have you be happy with the one you love the most instead of living out the rest of your life in guilt and regret. You can stay another night and get some rest, and leave tomorrow if you'd like."

"Thank you," he murmured.

The next day came and went, and after an exchange of goodbyes Steve was back with the Time Stone gripped in his hand, traveling back to the future that you were left behind in.

...

Six months have passed since he left.

Six months have passed since he broke your heart and left without an explanation.

Six months have passed since he went back in time to go be with Peggy Carter, and you were broken.

During that time, none of the team knew what they could possibly do to help and for once, even Sam and Bucky don't have any sarcastic comments to throw at you. Tony doesn't know what to do, either. Seeing the woman he'd mentored for so long fall to pieces over one man makes him wonder if there's something he didn't teach you correctly, if him not teaching you how not to let yourself go stir-crazy over almost losing the love of your life was the best idea or not.

He wonders if you'd felt this way all this time, but then he confirms that you did when he looks back to all the times you'd spent together and realized you had. And it was too late now, because he'd left. Gone without a trace.

You're all spending the weekend at Tony's cabin in the woods. While Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Peter and Pietro are roped into a tea party with Morgan and all her stuffed animals, you simply stood by the lake and stared blankly ahead at the view, wishing for him to come back; though you knew the chances of that happening weren't too high. For some reason, though, you refused to give up hope - you were in denial.

But a sudden whirring noise coming from the time machine makes everyone stop what they're doing. Your heart practically stops when you see an all-too familiar, broad-shouldered and muscular figure you thought you'd never see again step down from the platform.

"Cap?"

"Steve?"

"What are you doing here?"

The shock is evident in everyone else's expressions as they all gather around to welcome him back with warm greetings, but this quickly dies down when they notice the downcast look painted on his face as he clutches the green Time Stone in his hand.

"You left," you stated bitterly. "And now you decide to show up, all of a sudden? Is this some sort of sick joke?"

Steve makes his way towards you and you look down, refusing to meet his piercing gaze which you know will have your heart racing within seconds. He tries to take your hands in his but you quickly push them away, swallowing hard as you struggled to hold your tears back.

"Y/N, come on, look at me," he pleaded. "I'm sorry."

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head wildly, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. Your throat feels tight and constricted when you finally decide to look up at his crystal-clear blue eyes, those same eyes that had made contact with yours so many times over the years since you'd first joined the initiative. Those eyes that would never fail to make your heart skip a beat, no matter what happened.

Suddenly you can't breathe, the act of taking a simple breath growing more and more difficult by the second, the act of holding yourself back from breaking down into heaving sobs growing increasingly impossible.

"Why? Why did you have to leave me hanging like that? It's hard enough pretending to be friends with someone I'm so in love with, because every time I look at that person, all I see is everything I want to have," you choked out, "You left, Steve. You left without any explanation as to why the hell you were going back. And you're expecting me to forgive you that easily?"

"I made a mistake," he admitted with a pained expression on his face, "I thought I knew what I was doing, but I didn't. I thought I was doing the right thing by following my head, but I wasn't listening to my heart, that told me I was and always would be, in love with you."

"If you really cared, then you never would've left in the first place. She was your first choice, Steve, not me. If you really cared, it would've been the other way around. I thought maybe, you'd be the first one to ever care about me so deeply, but I guess I was wrong...and now I know how it feels to have someone else prioritized over you."

"Don't do this to me, Y/N," his voice cracks toward the end of his sentence, and the fact that you almost feel guilty for causing him to feel this way makes you sick to your stomach. "I love you. I made a mistake. I should've stayed instead of leaving you behind-"

"You broke my heart, Steve," your voice came out in barely a whisper, "I trusted you with everything I had, and you broke my heart. How am I supposed to forgive you now?"

"It was hard for me, too," he replied as a single tear slipped down his cheek and balled his hands into fists, "it was so damn hard, because at first I thought she was my everything and it broke me when I heard the news of her passing. I thought she was the one for me, and to get over her I had to keep reminding myself that she had been able to move on without lingering in her feelings, so there shouldn't be a reason why I can't do the same. She went on to have a family; a loving husband, children, and grandchildren...if we really were meant to be, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now, fighting alongside this team after being frozen for 70 years, and she wouldn't be old and on the verge of death when we reunited later on.

"It's true that she was the first girl I'd had it bad for, but I don't think I truly loved her. I didn't get to know her well enough before I went into the ice, and I think that's what sets things apart. I was too busy thinking about what could've been instead of what things were like now to know that truly loving someone means you went through hell and back together and stayed together no matter the circumstances, but that wasn't the case for her as the time we spent was cut short. It took me a long time to come to my senses and realize who I really needed in my life, and that I wasn't in love with her, but with you. The one who I was meant to be with was standing right in front of me, and I almost failed to realize that. I couldn't bring myself to stay when I was - and still am - hopelessly in love with you."

"Give me one reason," you whispered hoarsely, "give me one reason why I should believe you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't be doubtful of you leaving me again. Give me one reason why I shouldn't believe that you're going to hurt me."

Taking you completely by surprise, he leans down and kisses you in response, the feeling of his soft and warm lips against your own making you break down every wall you had built up in defense specifically to protect yourself from him. You then seem to completely forget about what's going on around you and in this instant, nothing matters. The aching in your chest doesn't matter. The way you feel as if you're going to fall apart and tear at the seams doesn't matter. The way your mind is screaming at you to stop and pull away because he's gonna break your heart again doesn't matter.

All that matters now is that you're kissing him, the Steve Rogers, his lips that are so insanely soft and tender they should be illegal in the first place. But you're too busy wrapped up in the blissful, electric feeling of how alive he makes you feel despite the fact that you felt like drowning in your heartache and pain. You're too busy reacting, your arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him closer to you, to realize that mere moments ago you were wishing you could feel anything other than romantic feelings for him.

As he pulls back, he reaches a hand out to your face and gently wipes the stray tears that had escaped away with his thumb, and it takes you every fibre of your being not to break down right then and there because you hated how much you cared but loved it at the same time. The more he lets his hand linger against your cheek, the more he holds you in his arms, he finds himself wanting to do this more, wanting to hold you longer and care for you and love you until the end of his days and that's when he realizes it. He's so in love, more than he'd ever been with anyone in his entire life and he doesn't want to let that go.

"Stop it," you mumbled, attempting to push yourself away from him but somehow ending up with your hands pressed against his chest as he tugged you back towards him again, his strong arms firmly snaking around your waist, "you're making me dizzy."

"I can't lose you again. Don't leave," he mumbled into your hair.. "I'm not going to lose you, because I already came far too close to that happening."

You made a sound sort of resembling a strangled sob and hold him as tightly as you could because you feared if you let go, he'd slip away from you again. And he rubs your back gently as your body shook with sobs that clawed their way up your throat and heart, whispering soothing words in your ear as he himself tries to hold back what feels like a seemingly endless flow of tears trapped behind his eyes.

At some point the tears stopped flowing and you just stood there in his embrace. Everyone had  fallen silent by now and were simply watching the interaction between the two of you, practically biting their nails with anxiety at witnessing the rocky reunion.

You tilt your chin up slightly and your gaze subconsciously flickers down to Steve's lips, and he takes this as a sign to pull you in and press his lips to yours a second time.

It's more gentle this time, his lips brushing over yours for a brief second until you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back in again.

You don't know when you finally break apart, or how much time has passed when you do, but judging by the softened looks on everyone's faces it had been a while.

"Daddy, why did Captain America just kiss Auntie Y/N?" a little voice piped up.

"Because they love each other, honey," Tony replied, ruffling his daughter's hair.

Morgan giggled. "I knew it!"

"Tell me you forgive me," he spoke softly, "tell me that I didn't come back for nothing."

You let out a shuddering sigh and rested your head against his broad chest, gripping the fabric of his suit into your fists. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You won't lose me again."

"So...is this the part where we're supposed to clap? Or cry? Honestly, I feel like doing both right now. This is cute."

"Shut up, Quill," Rocket kicked the Ravager man in the shins. "Let them be."

"What?" Quill held his hands up in defense, looking around at everyone's now amused faces. "You all know you're thinking the same exact thing."

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Draco Malfoy (2/5)

Word count ; 4.4k

*Edited.

Nothing could brighten my mood more than going to Hogsmeade. Even with all the shit that went down, I was always able to walk down the snowy street and buy butter beer in the local bar and pretend I had enough money to buy as many chocolate frogs as I wanted. Even if a part of me sometimes got lost in the nostalgia and imagined Cedric walking beside me as we held hands, his memory, his presence, was all starting to fade. And that meant the pain was going away.

Well, maybe not away, but it was certainly distracted with the hell Umbridge was putting Hogwarts through.

I was alone, of course. As much of an outgoing person as I was, Hogsmeade was where I went alone. Now it was, at least. I often ran into couples on dates or a group of friends and we made small talk, but I came here for myself.

Today, though, I had a mission that extended from my usual mental rehabilitation. 

All my friends and acquaintances… well, they didn’t blame me. In fact, they hadn’t even mentioned me in their confessionals. I was off scot-free. But I didn’t want to be. I didn’t deserve to be. I was a coward. I could’ve stopped Draco. I could’ve prevented him from spotting Cho Chang. I could’ve done something - but, like always, I had done nothing in the face of transgression.

So, to make up for it, I planned to buy each participant of Dumbledore’s Army a personalized gift. I wasn’t rich, but I had been saving up from muggle summer jobs, so I could afford small things. Like how Neville needed a new eraser from always erasing entire sentences when he thought his handwriting wasn’t neat enough - news flash, it was, and he’s just an insecure fellow.

I sighed out of relief as I entered the The Hog’s Head. The dim lighting engulfed me and the rustic wooden atmosphere welcomed me. I walked to the bar and did the usual rituals of engaging in small talk with bartender, ordering a butter beer, taking the butter beer, and then hiding away in my booth.

I set my purse on the seat beside me, sinking into the plush cushions. My back ached from all of the guilt I was lugging around. While I was here, though, I was not a Hogwarts student. I was me. I could be whatever the hell I wanted. I could be a mysterious traveler, a flirtatious temptress. I could be nothing. And today, I wanted to be nothing.

I leaned forward and propped my head over my arm. I stared into the pub glass, getting lost in the amber bubbles. I felt tired. I felt weary. And I couldn’t help but be tempted to take a nap.

I took one last sip of my butter beer, letting my eyelids flutter shut. I let out an exasperated sigh. Oh, I was on the brink of sleep…

“Didn’t expect to see you here, L/n.”

I shot up, accidentally causing the entire table to shake. I let out a snort in the process and spilled some butter beer over the side of the glass. Wiping my hand on my shirt, I looked up and was met with none other than Draco Malfoy. He was also seemingly alone.

I sent him an impish grin. “Well, you’re seeing me now, Draco.”

“It’s Malfoy to you.”

“Your stubbornness amuses me.”

For a minute, he stood there and we stared at one another. There was something on the tip of his tongue and I expected him to release it eventually. He took a step back. His eyes shifted between my glass and me.

“Do you need a refill?” he finally inquired.

I was surprised by his question. I realized that I was running low on butter beer. 

“Oh, I didn’t notice. I’ll buy you a glass if you’ll spare me your company. How about it?”

His lips twitched. “I was about… to ask the same. You’re a poor mud blood, so I’ll pay. You just wait.”

I wasn’t given the chance to argue as he walked toward the bar. A few minutes later, he returned with two mugs of butter beer. I immediately took a sip of mine, sitting upright.

I sent him a teasing grin. “You should feel honored, you know. I don’t invite just anyone to interrupt my alone time.”

He snorted. “Is that so, L/n? Knowing you, that surprises me.”

We hadn’t talked about what happened the other day. About how we held hands. It was an unspoken secret. It was like it never happened. It was overshadowed by more important events. And yet, the tension between us had eased. It was obvious with how Draco actually wanted to talk to me.

“And I’m surprised your friends aren’t with you. Your entourage - and I don’t mean that as insult. They’re lovely people, the lot of them - always seems to be nearby. Is this some sort of ambush?” I quipped.

He snickered, taking a sip of his butter beer. “A man is much more than his entourage.”

I laughed, loosening up more and more as the conversation continued. “Yes. Now that I think of it, is there anything you’ve been wanting for? I’m going on a shopping spree so that I can make up with my friends.”

“Make up?” he parroted with a quirked brow.

“Well… I feel bad for not helping more. I’m a prefect for christ’s sake,” I tittered. “And because I can’t do shit, I’m worthless to Dumbledore’s Army and the Inquisitional Squad. I have friends on both side. And it’s not like they blame me for getting caught, but…” I trailed off as I realized who I was talking to.

And yet, his expression remained the same. In fact, he nodded in understanding. “I knew it. Fro the moment Umbridge recruited you, I knew that was how you felt.”

I played with my hands. “Yes, well… Please don’t mention this to anyone else. I dread participating in blood quill exercises, and I’m all they really have in terms of being a double agent, even if I’m not much.”

He wore his unease on his face. “Well - it’s not like I like her either, L/n,” he said in a hushed voice. “I’m just not stupid enough to choose the losing side. You should’ve known better than to fraternize with the likes of Potter.”

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling through my nose. “I… suppose you have a point. Do you come here often?”

“Yes. It’s nice to get away.”

“It’s the same for me, actually. We have more in common than you think, Draco.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Where are you going after this?”

“Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. I plan to pick up school equipment for some of my friends first and foremost,” I answered. “Why? Do you plan to tag along?”

His cheeks reddened. “Well, no, never…”

I quirked a brow. “Are you sure? You’d be more than welcome to.”

“Well, if you insist. I have nothing better to do.”

~~~

‘Silence - O.W.L.S in progress. O.W.L. examinations - Year 5.’

I paced the deadly silent room, along with the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad. Umbridge, being the strict individual the she was, made us take our exams prior to the real test time in order for us to invigilate the official test. So, here I was, wandering the room as silently as I could. It was filled to the brim with classmates. The room was so silent, in fact, that you could hear the drop of a pen.

I’d already caught several Gryffindors cheating. However, I let them. It was the least I could do to make up to them.

Umbridge was standing at the front, tall and proud. She had her usual seductive smile on her face. Draco and I occasionally glanced at one another from our designated rows. The pendulum at the front spun back and forth, back and forth.

And that’s when I heard it; a distant boom from outside. It rumbled, drawing the attention of most of the students.

Booms continued to echo. I noticed how antsy Harry and Ron were, so I knew that something was up and they had something to do with it.

Umbridge finally descend the stairs and began walking toward the door. Her high heels clacked indignantly.

Another boom ensued.

Umbridge opened the large wooden doors. I ended up walking toward the door, too, curious.

A flying spark paused in front of her face. Suddenly, it became blue and dashed into the room. It was a quaint firework, popping right by the chandelier. 

I could tell Umbridge wasn’t pleased by the disruption. Silence fell once again. I had an inkling that the Weasley twins had something to do with it.

My suspicions were immediately confirmed as two boys zipped in on their broom sticks. They were hooting and hollering the whole way. As they flew over desks, they conjured the test papers off of desks. They fluttered in the air like butterflies, having abandoned their students, as complete chaos ensued. 

Other students were cheering and hollering. I even let out a bubbling laugh as more fireworks went off, bursts of orange and purple and red. I was so entranced by the defiant prank that I clapped with the other students, and I didn’t need to look at Umbridge to know the she would be pissed.

Colored smoke filled the room. I coughed slightly, my vision being strewn. Students arose from their seats to see the show. A firework flew into my face, and I grinned, watching it as it blew up in front of me.

At some point confetti rained from the ceiling. It was a beautiful sight. I noticed that Draco had ended up beside me, and he looked tense. 

I nudged him, laughing. “Let loose a little! Isn’t this incredible?” I exclaimed, waving my hands in the air.

His cheeks reddened and he cast his gaze away. “It’s a disruption.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.” I suddenly touched his hair, plucking out stray confetti that decorated him. “You have soft hair. I thought you used greasier products from how shiny it was.”

His face was beet red and he shuffled his feet, slamming my arms away. He shook his head. Suddenly, a firework went straight toward him. He let out a girlish scream and jumped at me in order to avoid the blow. It hit the wall and the dust repainted his expression of terror. I laughed, stabilizing myself as Draco clung to me for dear life.

Suddenly, one of the Weasley twins - I recognized him as Fred due to his thinner face - dipped over on his broom. With a mischievous grin, he conjured a bouquet of flowers and tossed it to me. I let out a sequel of joy and shoved Draco away so that I could catch it.

I clutched the bouquet to my chest and watched as the boy zipped aawy. Filch entered the room at some point. All eyes were on the pair as they gathered at the front. George was holding a large firework.

“Ready when you are!”

George tossed it into the air. The bursting fireworks formed into a roaring dragon. It had its eyes trained to Umbridge and chased her down. Everyone was shouting and cheering. The dragon chomped on her in the doorway and exploded, emitted golden dust. Glass shattered, and I assumed the rule plaques had been destroyed.

I let out one last holler, but it was cut short as the plaques collapsed on the ground. Fred shot me a wink as the twins zoomed out of the room. Umbridge let out a cry as the dust dispersed. 

Draco suddenly slapped the bouquet out of my hands. He didn’t look happy. His face was contorted into a rage. I sent him a playful glare and went to pick up the bouquet, but he began stomping on it. At this point, people’s attention were drawn to us. 

I felt embarrassed. “Draco, what the hell are you doing?”

“What would Umbridge think if she saw you with a gift from them, you idiot?” he seethed. The flowers were crumpled and destroyed and he kicked them away.

I tried not to let his mood affect me, but I really liked those flowers. I frowned and scoffed.

The students began chasing the boys out, wanting to witness the rest of the fireworks show. I used that as an excuse to follow, hoping to blend in with the crowd. Umbridge had better things to worry about than me being entranced by the display.

We all piled out onto the balcony. The boys zoomed into the sky, releasing smaller fireworks as they went. All of the students were cheering and hollering. Confetti rained from the sky. It was a beautiful day. Every Hogwarts student was witnessing it. Every teacher, every staff member. 

The final fireworks formed into a pronounced ‘W’ and the Weasley twins were no longer in sight. However, their legacy was greatly remembered.

~~~

“Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl,” Draco announced as he shoved Neville into the office.

I felt guilty as I stood beside Umbridge. The Slytherins were holding onto the Dumbledore’s Army students while Harry was shoved into a chair. Umbridge stood in front of him, smiling gleefully. I tried to feign indifference, but my stomach was churning and it felt like I was going to throw up. I didn’t even know what everyone had been up to. 

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were trying to make an escape, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were doing god knows what, and I was here, pretending that I was on Umbridge’s side. I thought that Draco was like me; but with his satisfied he seemed to be while he dragging Neville into the room, I realized I had completely misunderstood him. 

I had given him the benefit of the doubt.

And with how badly he was sucking up to Umbridge, I worried he’d inform her about my opinions and actions. He wouldn’t do that… would he? After all, we were friends.

I had more things to worry about, though. Umbridge leaned closer to Harry, placing her hands on her thighs. “You were going to Dumbledore, weren’t you?”

“No —“

Umbridge lashed out and slapped him. I covered my mouth to withhold a gasp. Harry panted out of pain and tried pushing himself as far into the chair as possible. She stood up as straight as possible and turned to me.

“Y/n, yes. The time has come for answers whether they want to give them to me or not. Take out the Veritaserum.”

All eyes were on me. This was what would show which side I was on. I fiddled with my robe. “I’m afraid you used up the last of it interrogating other students. We used the rest interrogating Cho Chang,” I fibbed. I pulled from my robe an empty vial. “I’m sorry.”

Umbridge’s expression became tighter and tenser. I was worried that she would direct her anger toward me for a moment. Did she know I was lying? Did Draco?

“…Very well. You leave me with no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of ministry and security, you leave me with no choice. No alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen you up.”

“Th - that’s illegal!” I blurted.

“What Cornelius doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she insisted, placing his portrait to the table.

‘Tell her, Harry!” Hermione shrieked.

“Tell me what?”

“Well if you won’t tell her where it is, I will.”

“Where what is?”

Hermione steeled herself. I dreaded what would come out of her mouth next. 

“Dumbledore’s secret weapon.”

~~~

“You lied to her,” Draco sneered. “I know that you dumped the rest of the contents out yourself.”

I backed against the wall, unable to meet his glare. I dug my nails into the stone wall. Draco had me cornered, standing no more than a few feet away. We were in a deserted hall. After Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge left to find the weapon, Draco grabbed me and pulled me out of the room. I could only hope the others could make their own escape.

So, here he was, confronting me about it.

“Yes, I did,” I tittered. “There was nothing else I could do.”

He placed his hands on the wall, caging me in. We were incredibly close in proximity. His face was red with anger. 

“So you would have preferred he got Crucio-ed? Are you actually stupid?”

“How was I supposed to know that she’d go to such illegal measures!” I exclaimed. “Draco, don’t you agree with me on this? They don’t deserve to be hassled by that damned woman. I know you hate Harry, but have you no pity?”

He slammed his fist into the wall beside me. I flinched, trying to push him away. But he was firm, pushing up against me further. His blue eyes bore into me. He grit his teeth. “Stop trying to play the hero. That’s not your job.”

I frowned. “I’m not trying to play hero. I’m just trying to be a good person. I thought you were, too, yet there you were, boasting about catching Neville. Waiting for Umbridge to hurt your fellow classmates.”

“I can’t wait to tell Umbridge what you think about her. I’ve put up with you for way too long.”

“‘Put up with’? I’m a fucking human being! You’re the one who wanted to join me at Hogsmeade. You’re the one who held my hand at the Room of Requirement. You’re the one who’s sought me out so many times. Don’t blame me for thinking you were my friend when you go around acting like I am!”

He fell silent and his head bowed down. I leaned as far as I possibly could into the wall. I was still fired up and angry, but I still tried to choose my words carefully. Draco had yet to confide in me in any way, but I could infer there was something influencing his behavior. But, enough was enough, and I couldn’t have him tattling on me to Umbridge.

“…Draco. You have the power to be on the right side. We’re friends. You can trust me. You can confide in me.”

I heard him release a shaky breath. My fury dissipated and I just felt bad for him. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him in for a hug. He was tense at first, but he sunk into the hug. His fingers ghosted over my waist before squeezing me close. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, and I felt something wet wipe against me. I rubbed his back in circles, massaging him. His breathing was unsteady, as though he was preventing himself from letting out sobs.

“I’m here for you, Draco.”

“Why?” he croaked. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because I can tell you really deserve some kindness in your life.”

He pulled away. I went to wipe his escaped tears away, but he swatted at me, wiping them myself. I sent him a reassuring smile. His cheeks were red, but he managed to return it ever so slightly.It was the first time I’d ever seen him smile. But it faded as he went back to his usual stoic self.

“You better not tell anyone about this,” he mumbled. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

~~~

A long summer to relax and recuperate was exactly what I needed after the hell I went through last year. Things had solved itself with the help of Harry Potter; Dumbledore was headmaster again, Umbridge had seemingly disappeared, and people were finally realizing that he who-must-not-be-named had returned. I was glad to be a side character in this world where Harry Potter seemed the be the main character.

But, I did eventually have to return to school for my sixth year. So, here I was, running at the entrance to nine and three-quarters station. Once I was in, I was met with a crowd of fellow wizard families. I noticed that the Weasleys were here, but this time, Fred and George weren’t students. I noticed that Neville and Luna Lovegood were catching up. I even noticed Draco Malfoy - who I frequently corresponded with during the summer - was bidding his family good-bye.

He’d told me about his family. His mother, Narcissa, was a kind woman. But his father was paradoxical; rude, serious, and stern. I immediately knew that he was who influenced Draco to be the way he was.

My parents had already bid me good-bye, so all I had to do was catch up with friends and find a place to sit.

Draco seemed to notice me. I waved his way, but he looked away. Narcissa, noticing this behavior, smiled and started pushing Draco my way with his luggage. But then I felt his father’s stare. I met it and smiled, but he was stone cold. He spoke to Narcissa and they Floo powdered away.

Draco didn’t seem happy. He looked unhappier than usual. I knew he had a dysfunctional family life, but I sensed something worse was behind his frown. He began making his way to me with his suitcases as I made my way closer to the open train door.

But then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. 

I let out a gasp of joy as I came face to face with the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry. Before I could make a move, the twins wrapped me in a warm hug. I laughed and returned the affection.

“Hello, everybody. Glad to see you’re still attending after last year,” I greeted.

“Glad to see you’re just as cute as last year,” Fred chimed with a wink. 

His mother, Molly Weasley, knocked him upside the head and dragged the twins away by their ears. This gave me the chance to pull Hermione into a warm hug. 

“Happy to see you too,” Hermione replied.

Ron and I exchanged pleasantries, and that’s when I moved my attention to Harry. He was as subdued as usual, but I could tell something was on his mind. I opened my arms to him, and he hugged me. He sighed. I whispered in his ear,” I hope things are going well for you.”

I heard him chuckle. “You always do.”

He pulled away, but that’s when I was jerked back by my arm. I let out an ‘oh!’ and realized Draco had finally caught up.

The atmosphere shifted and the large group grew tense. Draco met their frowns with a vicious glare. “Potter,” he spat repugnantly.

“Malfoy.”

“Now, now,”Molly interrupted. “No fighting, boys. Go ahead, be useful and board the train already.”

The Weasleys shoved past and entered with Hermione, but Harry remained. Harry and Draco engaged in a stare down and I was caught in the middle of it. Draco’s grip on my upper arm tightened, and I tried pulling away, which pulled his attention back to me.

“Let’s go,” Draco announced, picking up one of my bags and stepping onto the train.

“Well, yes, alright. I’ll, uh, see you around, Harry,” I agreed, skittering behind Draco.

He was quiet. And I noticed that, as we paced through the compartments, he completely avoided his friends’ compartment. I figured they might’ve had a falling out, so I didn’t call attention to his decision.  We finally arrived near the front, which was void of people and we had an entire compartment to ourselves.

We loaded our suitcases onto the upper rack. Draco’s mood didn’t lighten despite not being in public, though.

I turned to face him and I opened my arms. I tilted my head. “Do I at least get a hug, dear friend?”

His cheeks reddened, and wordlessly, he caved. I wrapped my arms around him and patted his back. There was something needy and desperate with how tightly he clung to my hug. He hadn’t told me what was wrong while corresponding via owl, but maybe it was something that was difficult to explain.

He was the first to break the hug. He sat in a booth, and I sat across from him. I stretched my arms and loosened up, yawning. Before we could engage in conversation, the conductor over the PA informed that the doors were closing in one minute. At the same time, a man entered from the front to check tickets.

I fiddled around in my pocket and finally withdrew mine. He checked them before moving onto the neck compartment. Draco and I could finally focus on each other with privacy. Smiling, I perched my head in my hand, leaning against the table. 

“Tell me, what has you in such a dismal mood? Did you miss me that much over the summer?”

His blush spread to his cheeks and he leaned back against the cushion chair. “It’s not that. I can’t talk about it.”

“Are you sure?” I prodded, noting his serious tone.

“Yes,” he snapped, clicking his tongue. “Hogwarts. Such a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d rather pitch myself off the top of the astronomy tower before attending another two years.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “Now what’s that supposed to mean?”

He glanced at the ceiling. “Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be seeing me wasting my time with charms class next year.”

I frowned. “Are you… having a falling out with your friends?”

He huffed. “‘Friends’? If you call those idiots my friends, then you have low standards. They just follow me around willy-nilly. I hardly call that friendship.”

He kept glancing at the wrack above us. I looked up as well. I was confused. “Your stuff’s fine, Draco.”

“It will be soon enough.”

I sighed. “Well, um… Was there a specific reason you wanted to sit with me? You don’t seem to be in a very good mood.”

Scoffing, Draco replied,” Is it weird for me to request your company as it is?”

“Not at all.”

The train tooted and started running. I pulled off my jacket and leaned against the window. Since Draco wasn’t in much of a mood for talking, I planned to get a nap instead.

[tiaragqueen]

Kimi no Egao

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tamaki Amajiki x Quirkless! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Implied stalking

[Edited]

***

The yandereness is subtle in this one, the rest is just pure fluff. Tamaki deserves a break from his constant anxiety.

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“Blue sky one-sided love, I want to become your sky. It's all right if you don't realize the fact that I'm watching over you.” - Aozora Kataomoi [SKE48]

Tamaki wouldn’t say that he knew what it felt like to be quirkless. No matter how much he wished to empathize with you, to help you share your burden, he could never comprehend the true extent of your pain. He couldn’t fathom the loneliness of being the only different person among your peers – an outcast, if he were to put it more bluntly and add insult to the injury – or the inevitable envy that came from watching them flourish more than you could ever hope to achieve. He could only imagine the anxiety of facing the ‘blessed’ ones and the expectations that you needed to uphold so you could prove your worth against them. And as much as he hated to admit it – because he felt awful, really – he was glad to know that there were some things in common.

But those things meant nothing if he wasn’t brave enough to console you.

Clutching the wildflowers close to his chest, he could hear his heart thumped wildly against its cage. Tamaki often saw you plucking them out of whim and simply admired the vibrant petals with a serene smile on your face, and thought it’d be a great present for you. He didn’t know what possessed him to do that when he was usually content in watching you from behind the tree; a harmless activity that sparked from pure curiosity. Not to mention, he wasn’t the best at socializing, anyway.

If he couldn’t even talk to his own classmates without stuttering, why would it be any different with you? In fact, the only ending that he could imagine within his pessimistic mind was him embarrassing himself in front of you, possibly even you too.

And he didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to consider him as a weirdo and left the hill that had become your – and his – hangout spot. He didn’t want to change this habit anytime soon. And he didn’t want to experience the ache of seeing the empty bench on days where you weren’t able to make it due to personal reasons.

But then, he realized that the reason why he grabbed the flowers was that he wanted to comfort you. No longer your face displayed the content or childish excitement he’d grown accustomed to seeing, instead it was replaced by a persisting frown that never failed to lower his spirit as well. It physically hurt him to discern your slumping shoulders and hunched back from afar, his stomach kept churning everywhere as though he’d committed an unforgivable sin.

He wanted to make you smile again. He wanted to be the reason why you smiled like you always did to him whenever he reminisced your antics. He wanted you to remember the moment fondly like he always did after he went home, and probably him as well.

And yet, Tamaki wouldn’t lie that his intention was one hundred percent pure. Like most folks, there was a trace of selfishness hidden in there. In a case where you asked him about how he knew you, he’d like to have something that he could use as an excuse. It was cowardly, he knew that much, but Tamaki couldn’t risk such a scenario to happen.

Even if he had to lie through his trembling lips, then so be it.

Swallowing the nerves in his throat, Tamaki took a deep breath and gingerly approached you. The afternoon wind blew your hair, and he repressed the urge to touch a strand. Maybe, once you were both comfortable with each other, you’d allow him to taste the simple heaven that was waiting just a few centimeters away.

For now, he needed to break the ice first.

“H-hello…” Tamaki nearly froze when you whipped your head towards him and forced himself to continue. It’d be too late to back down now. “Are… are you okay? You look… sad.”

You blinked in shock and immediately simpered. Tamaki wasn’t sure if he should be irritated or worried about your façade. “Oh, yes, of course. Thank you for asking, um…”

“Ta-Tamaki. Tamaki Amajiki.”

Then, as though a switch had flipped, your face turned from forced politeness to one of vague recognition. “You’re from UA, right?” He didn’t have time to respond before you continued, a hand under your chin as you mused aloud. “I could’ve sworn I heard that name somewhere before…”

And despite your accidental interruption, Tamaki almost died on the inside. Did you know him? He was aware of his ‘fame’ around the school, but he’d never expected it to reach your ears too. Once again, he was struck with a dilemma of how to properly react to your question.

“I… yes,” he replied somewhat reluctantly, torn between fleeing to the comfort of his home or stay and bear the embarrassment. Against his better judgment, he prayed you heard only the good things about him. “That’s… that’s me.”

Your eyes lit up, and Tamaki decided that it’d be okay if he dropped dead now. He certainly hadn’t expected you to look at him like that, let alone recognizing him. Was this a dream? If so, then Tamaki refused to wake up.

“Oh, my. This must be my lucky day, huh?” No, he should’ve been one to say that. Meeting you was a blessing in itself. You beamed and patted the spot beside you, much to his shock. “Why don’t you stay for a moment, Tamaki-san? I’d like to talk to you for a bit if that’s okay with you.”

Somehow, he managed to sit down without collapsing from the sheer nerves. If you noticed his jittery movements, then you didn't comment on it. Instead, you fully turned towards him and grinned buoyantly like you were happy to see him. Perceiving the stark contrast on your visage set his already reddened face on fire.

“So, what brings the great Tamaki Amajiki here?” you inquired softly, mindful of his heightened anxiety.

“D-don’t say that,” he mumbled, gripping the stems of your gift. “I’m not great or anything.”

Chuckling amicably, you apologized.

“I… I saw your expression and I, um… wanted to give you this.” Tamaki hesitantly put the flowers on your lap and immediately withdrew his quivering hands. “S-sorry if it’s not expensive or anything…”

You stared down at the present, hair blocking your visage. Tamaki bit his bottom lip, the perceived tension killing him in each passing second.

“… I-I’m sorry!” he squeaked, unable to keep quiet anymore. Clasping his hands over his face, he began to curse himself. What was he even doing? Clearly you wouldn’t like his gift! Well, who would actually? If he really cared about you, he should’ve have brought a bouquet instead. Those flowers were just proof of how cheap he was with his affection. He truly was a horrible person.

A hand slowly clasped around one of his wrists and put it down. Tamaki opened one eye, fearing your reaction. You smiled gently and lowered his other hand until he was fully facing you, holding the wildflowers like it was a prized belonging.

“Thank you, Tamaki-san,” you whispered, a sheen of tears coated your tender eyes. “Really, thank you…”

It took him a moment to process everything, but he finally mustered the courage to return your soft expression with a somewhat shaky smile.

“… I’m glad.”

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Sunshine After Rain-- Connor (RK800) x Reader (Part 4)

Summary; After the death of your little brother, Cole, your dad hated androids. He blamed them for Cole's death. Hank couldn't stand to be around them. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that your soulmate is an android?

Warnings; swearing, shitty writing that has not been edited at all

Word Count; 2.9k

Notes; I’ll post the last part tomorrow morning!! Then I’ll move on to original fics lol

You sat on the bench and covered your face with your hands. That was not at all how you wanted it to go. You wanted to sit Hank down and discuss it with him— mainly when he was sober. Connor sat next to you. You let your hands fall into your lap and stared straight ahead. You could tell he was staring at you. "You seem troubled." You let out a sardonic laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." You turned to face him and realized that he was actually concerned. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just... a bit stressed is all," you sighed. Connor nodded.

"I understand. I suppose I have been experiencing a sense of stress as well. I was designed to hunt down deviants. I'm supposed to be a machine, nothing more. Then I met you, and I've begun to doubt everything." You each looked into each other's eyes for a moment. You broke eye contact and looked at his hands, carefully taking one into your own. You turned to look at the city lights. This time, you saw just how beautiful they really were in their full color. You pulled away from him to stand, quietly walking away. Connor didn't move. He was too deep in thought... which made him the perfect target.

You knelt down and scooped up a small pile of snow, forming it into a sphere. A wicked smile crossed your face as you stood once more. You narrowed your eyes, focusing on the sitting duck before you. You were more aiming for his back, but the place it hit was even better. The snowball hit the back of Connor's head with a soft thump. The android quickly leapt to his feet. His LED was flashing. You laughed, scooping up another snowball. He seemed confused. "(y/n), what exactly are you doing?" You threw the snowball at him. Since he was anticipating it, Connor easily dodged the projectile.

"It's a snowball fight. You throw snow at each other until someone gives up. We used to have giant wars all the time when we were kids." While you knelt down to make a couple more snowballs, Connor grinned mischievously.

"Are you sure you want to have a snowball fight with me, (y/n)?"

"Of course, I wouldn't have started one otherwise," you scoffed. Next thing you knew, you were being pelted by perfectly round balls of snow. You squealed as some of the snow made its way down your back. You ran behind a tree for cover. You somehow managed to hit him a few times, but you were pretty sure it was because he was going easy on you.

About ten minutes into the battle, you tried to dodge one and ended up getting yourself hit in the head. Sure, it hurt, considering your mishap earlier, but you dramatized it. You fell to your knees and held your head, hissing a couple swears. You heard Connors footsteps rapidly approaching. He knelt down beside you, placing a hand on your back. "(y/n), are you-" He was interrupted by you shoveling snow in his face with a maniacal laugh. Connor did not look amused.

"I'm sorry, Connor. I just couldn't help myself," you explained in between laughs. Connor noticed you had started shivering and suggested that you head back. He helped you to your feet. The two of you started walking back to Hank's car, occasionally bumping shoulders along the way. As soon as you got the engine started, you cranked the heat all the way up and held your hands over the air vents.

"Should we attempt to track down Hank?" You shook your head.

"No, he's probably too drunk to reason with at this point. I'm probably just gonna head back to my place. He's a big boy now. He knows how to walk home. I'll just pick him up in the morning." You paused, turning in the seat in order to fully face Connor. "I know you don't sleep, so where do you go at night?"

"I usually stay at the precinct in the designated area for androids on standby." You wrinkled your nose.

"That sounds boring. You're more than welcome to hang out at my place if you want. It's not very big, but I have plenty of things to read. You can watch TV too if you want, or… I don't know," you rambled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Connor grinned.

"I would like that. Thank you, (y/n)." You smiled back at him, driving toward your apartment complex.

You groaned as your alarm started screaming at you to wake up. Your head was killing you, and you wanted nothing more than to chuck the contraption out the window. You reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. You swallowed two of the pills and returned the bottle to its place. As you sat up, a certain scent hit your nose that caused you to shuffle into the kitchen at a slightly faster pace than usual. Your eyes widened at the sight. A smile grew across your face. "Connor, you cooked breakfast?" The android held out a plate of pancakes alongside various fruits.

"I wanted to thank you for allowing me into your home last night, and, as the expression goes, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He smiled at you. If he were any more adorable than at this very moment, you would have surely imploded. You gently took the plate from his hands, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you sat on the couch. After you finished eating, you quickly got ready for work. You still had to pick up Hank, and there was no doubt in your mind that he would be hungover and a pain in the ass to get up.

You parked his old car in front of his house. You and Connor used your spare set of keys to get into the house. "Dad! Wake up, it's time to get ready for work!" you hollered as the two of you entered the home. You walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bin full of dog food from one of the cabinets. Sumo padded into the kitchen and wagged his tail at the sight of you filling his food bowl.

"Hello, Lieutenant." You poked your head around the corner when you heard Connor greet Hank. Much to your surprise, he was dressed and ready to go. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but Hank raised a hand to stop you.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but the last thing I need is another document in my disciplinary file just for being late." You tossed him the car keys. He stuffed them in his pocket. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Not long after entering the precinct, Hank and Connor were pulled aside to be given a new case. You sat at your desk and laid your head down for a moment. Your head was still throbbing, and the last thing you wanted to do was paperwork. You skipped out on doing any yesterday since you tagged along with Hank. Now the mass of papers on your desk resembled a mountain.

After what seemed like an eternity of doing paperwork, you felt like you were doing insane. You could've sworn that you were starting to smell sounds. Enough is enough. You stood from your desk and sauntered into the break room. As you walked through the bullpen, you heard Gavin mention to someone that he needed some coffee. You smiled and fixed your own cup. You quickly swapped the tops of the salt and sugar shakers. When you saw Gavin enter the small room, you snatched a donut from one of the many boxes littering the counter. He gave you a curt nod as he fixed himself some coffee. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing when he dumped what he assumed was sugar into the dark liquid. He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced down at the mug. You burst out laughing. Gavin narrowed his eyes at you as he realized you had sabotaged his drink, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of it. Maintaining eye contact, Gavin lifted the drink back up to his lips and drank every last drop of the salty liquid. You gaped at him, shocked that he actually drank it. He set the cup on the counter and gave you the middle finger. "Try again next time, (y/n)." Gavin turned on his heel and left you dumbfounded.

You continued to eat the donut in your hand while nursing your coffee. You saw Hank and Connor walk in. Hank went straight to his desk, while Connor roamed around. He looked like he was looking for something. He turned towards the break room and caught sight of you. You had finished your snack and was throwing away the trash. Without warning, a pair of arms wrapped around you and a head rested on your shoulder. Colors began to fill in the objects around you. You furrowed your brows, wondering what brought on this sudden burst of affection from the android. You turned to face him. He kept his hands on your arms while you cupped his face with your own. Something was seriously bothering him. "What's wrong?" Connor drew in a shaky breath.

"We were on the roof of Stratford Tower. A damaged deviant was left behind, and I tried to probe its memory. Then... then it self-destructed. Right after it shot itself, I felt it die." His grip on your arms slightly tightened. "It felt like I was dying. I was... I was scared, (y/n)." You gently rubbed your thumb against his cheek. He leaned into your touch. There was no doubt that he was terrified. You could see it written all over his face. You pulled him into an embrace, which he gladly accepted. He was still fighting an internal battle, trying to decide whether he was a living being or not. He needed comfort, which is something he saw in you. For the rest of the afternoon, Connor didn't stray far from your side. He almost reminded you of a lost puppy.

The next morning, you walked out of the kennel that was located in the back of the precinct, only to run into a familiar face. You smiled up at the android. "G'morning," you greeted.

"Good morning, (y/n). Hank and I will be going to Elijah Kamski's residence in five minutes. Would you like to accompany us on this case?" You softly laughed at how formal Connor was. He watched your reaction curiously.

"Yeah, I feel like he'd be an interesting person to meet." Connor grinned at your response. The two of you tracked down Hank and followed him to his old, beat up car. You and Hank had yet discussed the whole soulmate situation. In fact, you both had kind of been avoiding it. He was too stubborn to bring it up first, and you just weren't sure how to approach the subject seeing as how he reacted last time. Despite this, the car ride wasn't too terrible, other than Hank forcing you and Connor to listen to heavy metal nonstop. As he parked near the front of Kamski's place, Hank got a phone call from one of your fellow officers-- Chris. Turns out, he was attacked by a group of deviants but ended up being saved by Markus, the leader of the deviant rebellion.

The three of you hopped out of the car. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself as the cold air and snow hit your face. As you all walked up to the front door, Connor asked why Hank wanted to meet Kamski. "This guy created the first android to pass the Turing test, and he's the founder of CyberLife. If anybody can tell us about deviants, it's him," Hank answered as if it was obvious. He rang the doorbell, and you three waited several minutes for someone to answer.

"This guy better answer soon or we're gonna turn into popsicles." Hank rolled his eyes at you. You all perked up when the door swung open, revealing a blonde android.

"Hi, uh, I'm Lieutenant Hank Anderson from the Detroit Police Department. We're here to see, er, Mr. Elijah Kamski," he stuttered out. You gave him an odd look.

"Please, come in." She smiled sweetly and motioned you all inside.

"Very smooth, dad," you said in a hushed tone.

"Shut up, (y/n)." You followed the android lady inside. She told the three of you to make yourselves comfortable while she let Kamski know you all had arrived. Hank sat down in a nearby chair. You stared at the giant portrait of Kamski that was in front of you.

"Very humble man, wouldn't you agree?" You turned to Connor, sarcasm dripping from your words. He hummed, nodding.

"Yes, you can hardly tell he's a billionaire," Connor answered just as sarcastically. You beamed.

"Nice, you're finally starting to understand slang and sarcasm." Connor looked slightly proud, taking in your statement as a compliment. You took a seat across from Hank as Connor continued to analyze the threshold. Hank made a couple comments about Connor meeting his creator but otherwise stayed pretty quiet. You all looked up when Kamski's android returned.

"Elijah will see you now," she announced before leading the three of you into another room, which contained an indoor pool. You noticed that he had a couple more androids, all the same model. You all awkwardly stood off to the side, waiting for Kamski to finish his laps around the pool. As he climbed out of the water, one of his many androids wrapped a robe around him.

"I'm Lieutenant Hank Anderson, this is Detective (y/n), and Connor," Hank introduced you all.

"What can I do for you, officers?" Hank informed Kamski that they were investigating deviants and that any information he had would be useful to them. He remained silent, thinking.

"Holy shit, he looked so much like Gavin," you muttered under your breath. Kamski hummed.

"Yes, my half-brother works in the same department as you two. Now, deviants... Fascinating, aren't they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will." He went on to talk about how androids are better than humans, spouting a bunch of philosophical junk you didn't bother to follow. Hank asked Kamski to tell him something useful or you would all be on your way. Instead of addressing the topic at hand, Kamski approached Connor. "How about you, Connor? What do you really want?"

"I fail to see how that matters with what we are currently trying to discuss." Kamski said nothing for a moment, staring Connor down. He then called over one of his androids, Chloe. He explained that the Turing test is merely a formality. What interested him is whether machines are capable of empathy or not. He opened a drawer and pulled out a gun. Chloe sat on her knees. He handed the weapon to Connor.

"Destroy this machine, and I'll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it's alive, but you'll leave here without having learnt anything from me." Connor held the gun as his LED flashed wildly. Hank tried to get Connor to put the gun down, but Kamski kept egging him on. "Decide who you are. An obedient machine or a living being endowed with free will? Pull the trigger, and I'll tell you all that you want to know."

"Connor." The RK800 turned his head to look at you. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it, thinking of the right words to say. "You already know the answer to who you are. I've seen it over the past few days. You don't have to be scared." Kamski's eyes flickered between the two of you. Connor lowered the gun, keeping his eyes trained on you.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY.

"Fascinating..." Kamski breathed. "CyberLife's last chance to save humanity is itself a deviant."

"I'm..." Connor trailed off, looking troubled. Kamski started talking philosophically again, and Hank grumbled about how you all should just get out of there. An idea popped into your head.

"I could tell you just how alive androids are in exchange for a piece of information." Kamski turned towards you, intrigue filling his eyes.

"Go on." You took Connor's hand into your own. The android visibly calmed. You gave him a reassuring smile before looking at Kamski once more.

"Androids have more in common with humans than you realize. They have soulmates too." Kamski's eyes widened as he stepped closer to the two of you.

"It's not possible."

"As much as I doubted it too, they're telling the truth." You looked over at Hank. He nodded at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Kamski stepped back, turning to look out of the large window. He was quiet for a moment but eventually held his end of the bargain.

"I always install an emergency exit in all of my programs. You never know..." he trailed off with a shrug. The three of you looked at each other, confusion written all over your features. When Kamski said nothing else, you all took that as your cue to leave.

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Silhouettes | Daryl Dixon.

Eventual Daryl Dixon x female reader.

IV.

Season 1.

MASTERLIST.

Loosely based on the song We Will Become Silhouettes by The Postal Service.

Summary: Y/N follows Rick to Atlanta. They find a group willing to help them.

Warnings: language, gore stuff (twd style), mentions of death, mentions of domestic abuse. Will add more warnings depending on the chapter’s content. Let me know if you think it needs some other warning!

Word count: 3.6k.

Author’s note: First things first, I’m not a native English speaker, so bear with me! You can send me a message or an ask pointing out some mistakes so I can edit the post. Also, it will help me learn the language, so don’t hesitate! Had this in my drafts for a few days. I hope you like it! ♥

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“Morgan…” You couldn’t find the right words to express how grateful you were. You looked at Morgan and Duane with conflict showing in your eyes: you were happy and hopeful that you were going to find your sister in Atlanta, but you couldn’t ignore the anguish, the heartbreak of leaving them. Every second counted, and waiting a few more days could lower your chances of finding her alive, but those two had saved your life. What if leaving them lowered their chances of making it to safety? Even if you weren’t suited for survival, having someone else around could make a difference.

“Go, this is your chance. We’ll meet again, soon.” Morgan took over as if he knew how much you were feeling at the moment, embracing you not only with his arms but with his words.

Yeah, we’ll meet again, you thought. Your mind softened for a couple of seconds when you felt another set of arms hugging you tight from your side. You had only known them for a couple of weeks, but that was a lot when the world was the way it was. Weeks felt like a lifetime for you, and so it did for the men that had taken you in.

Men, because Duane was far from being a boy. It was sad, he deserved to live the rest of his childhood like you did, or like his father did. He had to, forcefully, become brave, strong, and even cold sometimes.

“We’ll meet again in Atlanta, or somewhere else, I don’t know, but we will.” You said as they let go of you. All you could do after that was forcing yourself to smile reassuringly.

“Now go and help Rick find his family too.”

“You can't leave me here... Not like this. You can't, man. It's not human. Come on, don't do this!”

Merle’s voice was faint as you ran down the stairs with everyone else. Their names were blurry in your head, the adrenaline making you forget about everything but the fact that your life was hanging by a thread.

But Merle, oh, you would never forget his name.

He was the type of person you were afraid to run into, back when you were alone. You were glad Rick was there to put him in his place, even though that hadn’t shut him up. 

Finding other survivors had its downside, you guessed, but not all of it was bad.

They told you that they had a camp, that they had people. The blonde woman’s younger sister was one of them, and they said they had children, too. Maybe it was too good to be true, but since Atlanta was overrun by walkers, then that was the best you had.

Walkers, that’s what they’d named them: because that’s all they did, they were the empty carcasses of what used to be a beautifully complex human being. They just walked, and bit, and killed.

You feared your sister was one of those, roaming around the city. That thought hadn’t left your mind since you first realized how bad things had gotten there. What if she had gone to Atlanta, seeking shelter, but found her death instead? You knew you had to get out of the situation you were in before you made any decisions. The camp didn’t seem like a bad idea, you could stay there temporarily and visit the city a few more times until you found her. Maybe even bring back supplies to thank everyone for letting you stay. That was if you made it, survival was still something new, something you had to train for.

Safety in numbers felt like your best shot. 

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings until you got inside the loading dock, your eyes were fixed in what was in front of you. A walker could’ve gotten you from your sides and you wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. You were lucky enough to get to safety.

So was T-Dog, who at last second caught up with you, right before you heard Rick banging on the door.

You sat next to the two women, hugging yourself with your trembling arms. You were agitated and couldn’t catch enough air to say what you knew everyone else wanted to say.

“Hey, T-Dog,” you moaned once you could stabilize your breath, “where’s Merle?” you almost barked the asshole’s name. He looked down to his knees.

“I dropped the damn key,” he growled, angry and ashamed.

“Well, shit.” You whispered, making sure nobody heard. Merle had it coming, that was clear, but T-Dog didn’t have to carry with the guilt of leaving a man to die just because he happened to be… the way he was.

“Best not to dwell on it. Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back... except, maybe, Daryl.” One of the men commented. You lifted your head and locked your eyes with his, your heart starting to beat faster once again. If for some reason Merle had someone who cared for him, then they had to love him. That was a difficult man, the one you had met back there… It must've taken a huge amount of patience and devotion to want him around for more than a few hours.

If he actually had someone who cared for him, you were completely fucked.

“Daryl?” you hesitated to ask, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

“His brother.”

The scenario was so beautiful it was truly unbelievable. You were stepping out of the dock when Rick’s drowned cry caught your attention. Looking forward, you saw a kid running to hug him, followed by a woman. You quickly figured out Rick had found his family, making your heart flutter. In the shithole you were in, you figured those things were a sight to be seen, something that didn’t happen every day, so you let yourself enjoy the view.

You knew Rick’s son was young, even younger than Duane, but seeing him there made you realize how fragile he was.

Innocent, scared, too little to live through those times. And for a second, you forgot that a few hours before you thought you had no purpose left. Not finding your sister, seeing how one of the biggest cities in the country had fallen… you had started to think that there was no use in trying so hard to survive when you had nobody left.

But there he was, Carl, and there were more kids in the camp. Maybe you could do more than just survive. Trying to help them live their lives with as little worry and concern as possible was better than giving up.

“Why on earth did you leave the apartment?!” A loud, high pitched scream echoed through the camp, and it didn’t take long for you to spot her, running to you.

Her. Mayra. Your sister.

When her body slammed into yours, you fell backward as you hugged her tight, trying not to let her go, as if she could slip away from your arms at any moment. You stayed on the ground trying to take in every detail you could. Her shaky breath, the way her hair felt on your skin, how her fingers were uncomfortably pressed between the ground and your shoulder blades. Her small cries as she tried to find the exact words to say.

“I was looking for you!”, at that point, you were sobbing, not even thinking about the people whose eyes wandered from Rick to you two.

“And I was about to go back home looking for you!” She cried, steadying her breath before standing back up. You followed her actions, your sight never leaving hers.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since it all started. Weeks, for sure. Months, too, although sometimes it felt like decades.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and she scanned her surroundings, fear creeping in her. She put both of her hands on your shoulders and lightly shook her head, still searching for something, you couldn’t guess what.

“Did he die?” She questioned firmly. You didn’t answer, had someone else gone to Atlanta that hadn’t made it? Someone who died before you found the group? She couldn’t be talking about… 

The entire world fell on top of you. You had just discovered your sister was alive and had also just found out you left someone she cared about behind. “Did Merle fucking die?!”

The fire warmed your legs and the frog legs tasted so, so good. You hadn’t eaten anything freshly cooked in such a long time, it felt unreal. You were focused on your food and on Rick’s story, it was the first time you heard him talk in-depth about what had happened. He seemed happy, and the bags under his eyes were more subtle. His entire demeanor had changed.

“They found me…” your sister’s voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. You had a conversation pending; one that the both of you decided to ignore so you could enjoy the feeling of being back together, “... the Dixons, I mean. Merle didn’t want me around, Daryl didn’t either, but he was too kind to let it show. Thank God we found the group, like, a couple of days after I joined them.” Her eyes were lost in the flames as she spoke. She knew it hadn’t been your fault, there was no way you would leave him on purpose. “But I was about to die, Y/N. I felt the walker’s teeth on my skin, it tore the fabric on my shoulder. I just accepted it, didn’t fight back, didn’t try to escape.” She looked at you, and you realized that nothing meant shit anymore… life at that moment was constantly being on the verge of dying and knowing that the people you loved could die at any moment, too. Nothing could ever go back to what it used to be. “And, then, a freaking arrow went through the walker’s head. Clean, just like that, and it fell on top of me. I had never seen death in first person, you know. I had lost my friends after a dozen of those creeps came out of nowhere, but I didn’t see them die, I just heard the screams.”

She was your little sister, you hated to hear her that way, so hopeless and surrendering to death. 

“You’re safe now, these people know how to fight-” you stared, but she stopped you before you could finish.

“I know. But one of the men who saved my ass isn’t safe. Yes, he’s not the kindest, nicest, or most selfless man, but I owe him.” You knew that feeling too well. You owed Morgan and Duane, you owed Rick, and Glenn, and so many people. None of them had behaved the way Merle did, but not only Mayra owed him, you did too.

Nodding, you sighed and looked at her in the eyes, reassuring her you would do something to get him back, anything you could.

“Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?” Shane’s loud demand made you jump slightly. Your sister nudged you on your side with her elbow and signaled you to look at Ed. She had been suspicious about him and you both had talked about it a few hours back

“It’s cold, man.”

“Then join us or put it out, we don’t want to be seen…” you spoke, managing to sound as nice as you could. You didn’t want to start anything, but you knew how dangerous it could get. You had to avoid loud sounds and bright lights. But Ed, as expected, ignored you.

“Yeah, the cold doesn’t change the rules, does it? Keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from a distance, right?” Shane continued.

“I said it's cold. You should mind your own business for once.” Ed’s answer has was harsh, you could tell he would be hard to deal with, but not everything could be perfect in such a numerous and diverse group. Everyone had different stories to tell, some of them were more tragic than others.

Shane got up and walked steadfastly towards Ed and his family’s fire, “Hey, Ed... Are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?”

“Go on. Pull the damn thing out. Go on!” Ed bossed and his wife pulled the log out of the fire almost immediately, not questioning his husband’s command. It was sad and frustrating, but knowing that stepping in could cause the wife and the little girl to get hurt forced you to stay in your place. Shane seemed to be handling the situation. He was like some sort of leader in the camp, and he had been around those people for so much longer than you, he knew what to do. At least that’s what you told yourself in an attempt to find comfort.

You saw how Shane spoke to Ed’s wife and their daughter, but you couldn’t hear what he said as the group had started a conversation to fill in the silence.

“Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind.” The man -whose name you learned was Dale- questioned, deciding to talk about the elephant in the room. 

“I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me.” T-Dog’s shameful tone showed up once again.

“I cuffed him. That makes it mine.” Rick followed. It couldn’t turn into a competition of who was brave enough, who was the most selfless, or who was willing to sacrifice themselves.

“We were all there, it’s not a competition, any of us could’ve done something-” You intervened, hoping you could bring into the conversation the fact that you were planning on going back, but Glenn interrupted you:

“I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy.” You hated it, but if Daryl was as bigoted as his brother, then Glenn was right.

“I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him.” T-Dog stated, completely convinced of facing the consequences.

“And we keep on making a competition out of this. We all should be there and say whatever we have to say.” You said in a determined tone. You were all responsible, one way or another.

“Look, Y/N… maybe I can tell him?” Mayra whispered as the rest kept on debating who should speak up.

“I don’t know how it could help…” You said back. Yes, Mayra knew him better than you, but she hadn’t been involved, she didn’t have to.

She opened her mouth to protest, but T-Dog’s words captured your interest instantly:

“My point... Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us.”

When the fire was out and everyone got into their tents, including your sister, you still sat on the same log as before. The scenario felt strange, almost unknown to you: outside at night, under the cloudy night sky, and still not unsafe. It had been so long since you felt immortal and undefeatable, just like any other girl your age felt... like nothing could happen to you, not ever. You missed it. But beautiful as that night was, the imminent danger thickened the air.

You felt your eyes growing heavier each second. You were ready to go to sleep, so you got up and started to walk to the tent you and Mayra would share, but the sight of someone on the roof of Dale’s RV made you stop on your tracks.

Shane was keeping watch, and you wondered if he did it each night, or how had they arranged the shifts. He looked tired and the look on his face was anything but friendly.

“Hey, want to switch?” You asked approaching the stairs and climbing up, not waiting for an answer. Once you got off the stairs, your eyes wandered through the trees and landed up in the sky. If he kept watch every night, then you knew why. The view wasn’t mesmerizing, you had seen more beautiful countless times before, but the air up there was lighter, and the breeze, soothing. 

“Sorry ‘bout Ed today.” Shane ignored your question. You sat down next to the chair he was sitting in.

“Don’t be, he’ll pay for what he’s doing to his family someday. Soon, I hope.” You looked up and realized his eyes were lost somewhere in the horizon. He looked tired, and if you read more into it: defeated. “Go to sleep, I’ll stay. I want to.”

It came as a surprise to you: that was all he needed to hear. He didn’t protest, he got up, handed you the shotgun and left. You didn’t know if he would be able to get some sleep, at least he could try to.

But what you did know was that you weren’t suddenly concerned about the sleeping schedule of a man you had just met. You were desperately in need of being alone. Being around so many people was something you had only dreamt about, at least for the last weeks, and although you felt the luckiest you had ever felt, the safety you had found allowed you to put your feet back on the ground.

Everything had happened so fast. You almost died, and more than once. You met people, they saved you, you left one of them to die, you found out Mayra was alive and safe, Rick’s family was with her… and you still had to figure out how to break the news to Merle’s brother. 

You were going back to the city, too, as if everything that had happened wasn’t enough. You’d do it for your sister, and for the men who saved her, as questionable as they were.

And suddenly, it clicked.

The bag. The guns.

You had to remind Rick. It could save the group from an attack from walkers, or from other people. That way you knew somebody else would go back with you and you would actually have a shot of coming back alive, even if they despised Merle.

“Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up.”

You had just finished hanging some of your clothes to dry when an unbothered and loud voice caught everyone’s attention. From their wide eyes, you could tell who had just gotten back. Merle’s brother, Daryl, sounded, moved, and acted just like him. It wasn’t just the accent, but his words, how his presence made everyone uncomfortable… you could tell they were expecting him to snap as soon as he found out. Behind him, Shane and Rick looked and nodded to each other. You approached them, determined to be a part of it even if hell broke loose.

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there.” Rick got to the point with no rambling.

“We locked the door, he’s safe from walkers.” You dared to look at him in the eyes, but regretting it as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!”

“Yeah.” Rick stepped in front of you, and without skipping a beat, Daryl attacked Rick, who shoved him off. 

You took a few steps back and spotted your sister, who was just getting out of the RV. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open as soon as she realized what was happening: Daryl, Shane, T-Dog and Rick were yelling at each other. She stood in her place, everyone in the camp knew well not to intervene. Shane had Daryl on a chokehold as Rick explained to him that he wanted to have a calm discussion, which seemed to force Daryl to give in. Shane let go of him.

“What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others.” Rick kept going. At that point, you guessed nothing could actually calm Dixon, he was still breathing heavily.

“It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it.” T-Dog cut in.

“You couldn't pick it up?” Daryl snarled.

“Well, I dropped it in a drain.”

“If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't.” 

“Hey, I told you, the door’s chained with a padlock. There’s no way walkers could get to him.” You repeated, trying your best to be concise and get to the point: Merle was still out there. 

“And who the fuck are you?” Daryl took a few steps forward and stared at you in the eyes. You weren’t scared, but it did take you by surprise. You stumbled back and raised your hands, putting them in between you.

“She’s my sister, Daryl!” Mayra’s shaky voice made him turn around. You couldn’t see his face, but hers was filled with heartbreak. She felt she had failed him, as if she had broken an unspoken promise. Daryl faced you again.

“Funny, huh? How I saved your sister but you left my brother to rot.” He growled. His voice low and irritated.

Your eyes jumped from Mayra to him. You straightened your body and took a deep breath. He was right. You felt miserable, and you couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Mayra, you knew you would have to do something as soon as she told you her story.

“I know, that’s why I’m going back there. With or without you.”

[protectteamfreewill]

Lost in the Moment

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: none i guess? angst?

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I wrote this one a while ago.. tonight I figured why the hell not read it again, edit and correct it and post it? So I hope y’all like it, if you do please leave some feedback <3

Also this is inspired by the song Lost in the moment by NF so you might wanna check that out

*I do not own any Supernatural characters and/or gifs I may use*

“Don’t try to shut me out of this. I’ve been here since day one. I’m just as much a part of this as you are,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill as you discretely study his face in the dim light of the increasing amount of shimmering stars. As if it would be the last time you could ever do so. Trying to take in the freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, the emerald green orbs that once carried so much happiness, so much hope, but now had become dull. Both the hope and happiness now brought back to an eventual spark that would light up his entire face but was usually suppressed by emotions such as grief, pain and sadness.

You had known the Winchesters ever since you were a little girl. When you were six years old a werewolf slaughtered both your parents. You would have shared the same fate, hadn’t John Winchester stepped in right when he did. You didn’t have any family to stay with, so that’s why John decided to take you in until he found someone to take care of you. Luckily he never did.

Soon after he introduced you to his two sons. Sammy being just as old as you, Dean a couple years older. At first you didn’t talk. You were timid and distrustful. But Sammy always offered you his toys and both the boys protected you like you were their sister, allowing you to slowly but surely warm up to them, developing a deep and valuable friendship. Even though you were younger, you became especially close with Dean. As you grew up the two of you happened to share the same taste in music, the same love for food, the same kind of humour.. kind of the same everything. When everyone was sleeping the two of you were often still having deep conversations about life or whatever was on both your minds. You were there after he tracked down his first monster by himself, when he got his first girlfriend. You were there every time John thought he had screwed up and he needed someone to comfort him. To tell him he was so much more than a screw-up. Likewise Dean was there the first time you killed a monster, the first time you had a date, the first time you were able to go to prom and got stood-up. He was there every time you had another nightmare about your parents or when the thoughts in your mind got too much to bear. Yes, you got along great with Sammy and you loved him like a brother, but your bond with Dean just went so much deeper. You trusted him with everything you had in you. And he trusted you.

Or at least after everything you thought he did.

You knew there was something going on. Hell you’d known there was something going on ever since the boys succeeded in killing the yellow-eyed demon. Dean had forced you to sit that one out. When both the boys returned they quickly revealed they succeeded, they killed it. Yet they were both rather vague about what exactly happened that night. But you didn’t miss the stiffness in Sammy’s posture or the concealed worry in Dean’s eyes. You had chosen not to say anything about it back then, but ever since that day you knew there was something both the brothers were keeping from you.

Right after dinner Dean had asked you to come with him for a ride in his Impala. Him asking you such thing was nothing special. The two of you often went for a ride together when you had a day off, just pointlessly driving around, singing along to your favourite songs, talking. Most of the times you ended up in your favourite diner, no matter how far away you initially were.

But as you take your usual spot besides Dean in the passenger seat today things feel different. Loaded. After he starts the engine and sets off neither him nor you says anything. The music softly plays but neither one of you sings along.

It’s like the calm before the storm.

This time you don’t end up in your favourite diner. Dean pulls over and stops the car as the sun is beginning to set. Without a word he gets out and runs around the car to open your door for you. You don’t say anything. You don’t get out or even make an attempt to do so. You look at Dean, your brows furrowed and a puzzled look written on your face.

“Would you get out, please?” he asks, begs almost.

“What are we doing here?”

“I thought we could watch the sunset together.”

“Watch the sunset? Dean-“ you exclaim, tilting your head as your eyebrows shoot up. “We never, never, watch the sunset. That’s something they do in chick flick movies, something you claim to strongly dislike,” you proclaim, making sure to emphasise the ‘never’.

“Please?”

For a short moment you scan his face. Noticing the signs of distress, of sadness, of fear, that you know damn well he’s trying to hide. But you know him better than that. You blindly know all his quirks and habits and when and why they surface. So you nod, shortly, taking his hand and allowing him to help you get out of his car. He shuts the door behind you and leads you to the front of the car, leaning against the hood and motioning for you to do the same.

Without another word the two of you view the sunset, watching the yellow ball of fire change to hues of orange, merging with the sky. You watch as the clouds turn to cotton candy, painting the sky a beautiful mix of blue and violet with the occasional pink and still a few specks of orange here and there. After a while the sun disappears behind the horizon, giving way to a thousand of stars. Only to be seen as the clouds slowly drift away.

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened the night you and Sammy killed the yellow-eyed demon?” you silently ask without taking your eyes off of the sky, not yet daring to face Dean. You weren’t sure why you were bringing it up, or why you were bringing it up at this specific moment. All you knew was that the matter, somehow and for some reason, was nagging at you. “I mean we never really talked about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It happened,” he states blankly.

“Okay.. Then are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you try again, getting more cautious with each word you pronounce. Sometimes, much like you, Dean doesn’t want to help. He doesn’t want to be saved, or more so he’s convinced himself he isn’t worth saving. If you didn’t approach the matter in the right manner or approached it too quickly you knew he would instantly put up his walls and there was no chance they’d be going down again anytime soon.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” is all he lets on.

You glance sideways, noting the way he’d crossed his arms in front of his chest, as a protective barrier to guard himself, his eyebrows knitted together and his shoulder feeling tense against yours. He is lying, if it wasn’t obvious already.

“Dean..”

“I can’t,” he snaps, turning his body to face you. “I can’t,” he then repeats, softer this time.

You fully turn around now as well, facing him. “Don’t shut me out of this,” you whisper, searching his face for more clues to guide you. To tell you what’s going on so you could help him. So you could save him. “I’ve been here for you during everything, don’t you dare shut me out of this,” you were well aware almost everyone else in your position right now would probably be mad. Mad that he didn’t trust you or hurt even. But you knew the way Dean’s mind worked. He was trying to protect you. Knowing him he had probably postponed this conversation for as long as possible so you’d have to worry about it as little as possible. But he was going to tell you, and he was going to tell you tonight. You just had to show him you cared enough so he actually could tell you.

He sighs in defiance, his shoulders lowering before he nervously licks his lips. “The.. The night we killed the yellow-eyed demon.. Sammy died,” your eyes widen in shock but you don’t dare to interfere, biting back your gasp and watching as Dean struggles to find the words. “The demon, he- he set up this game. This competition. Sam and some other kids like him, only one of them was supposed to make it out alive. When I saw Sammy, when we-, some kid stabbed him. He died.. he died in my arms,” he chokes out, now struggling to fight back tears.

“Oh my god, Dean,” you take a step forward with the intention of hugging him, but Dean takes a step back and shakes his head.

“No.”

“Dean..” you slowly say as you suddenly realize what exactly this might possibly mean. “What did you do?” he doesn’t reply, just shakes his head again. The tears coming dangerously close to spilling now.

“Did you sell your soul for him?” your eyes wide as you watch him, you can feel your heart beating in your chest, your breath stuck in your throat as your thoughts run a million miles an hour, quickly putting all the pieces together.

“I had to,” his voice cracks. “I had to look out for him. It’s my job.”

“How long have you got?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What did you just say?” you blurt out, unable to process the fact that this was his last night with you.

Often when you were reading you’d roll your eyes at the parts where the protagonist’s world was falling apart, the writer often describing it as a ‘shattering of their entire world’. You’d always seen that as bullshit, always figured the protagonist should keep their head up and figure out something to fix it. But right now that’s exactly how you felt. Your world shattered into a piercing mess of a million small pieces that you could never glue back together. You couldn’t keep your head up. There was no solution to this problem.

“I’m sorry, I-” he starts, but you’re quick to interrupt.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner. We could’ve still figured this out, find a way out of this,” you bargain, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation.

“Would you’ve understood?” he asks, looking you right in the eye as he does so.

And that comment stings more than you would like to let on. You’re hurt. Hurt he didn’t trust you. That after years of relying on each other he kept something from you. “Don’t talk to me like I don’t know what you’re feeling. I’ve been there with you back in the beginning. I know the way your mind works, I know how you put on that brave face while at the same time your thoughts are destroying you. I’ve been with you through everything so don’t you tell me I wouldn’t understand.” Dean looks away from you as soon as you start to voice your reply, focusing on something behind you, probably not wanting to hear anything you just said. “And quit looking away when I talk, I’m trying to be honest with you.”

A shuddering breath escapes his lungs. “This would’ve been so much easier if you’d just gotten mad. You should’ve yelled at me,” he murmurs with desperation in his voice.

“Dean,” you sigh, suddenly realising what he was trying to do. “What were you going to do? Tell me you’re fine, hadn’t I asked? And had I asked make sure I got mad? Make sure I’d hate you? Do you really think that was going to make any of this any easier?”

“It might’ve been easier if you just believed I was fine. Or in case you didn’t if you’d yelled at me, cursed me, gotten so mad you would hate me and didn’t even want to see me anymore. At least it would’ve been for you. And I still would’ve seen a sunset with you. Having taken in the setting sun with all its colours, but mostly having taken in the way the colours illuminated the features on your face perfectly. Having the look of complete awe on your face engraved in my memory,” he rambles, trying to explain his motives.

For a moment you’re silent, giving yourself a little bit of time to process what he just said. Though right now is not the moment to figure out what exactly he did or didn’t mean with those last two sentences. While normally your heart would’ve skipped a beat had he let on something like that. Right now you couldn’t allow yourself to let it get to your head. There were more important things to focus on right this instant.

The fact you were never going to see him again after tomorrow, for example.

“I’ve known there was something wrong ever since that night,” you slowly begin. “Telling me you’re fine would never have worked because I know you’re not. And just for the record, I am mad. I’m mad you didn’t tell me, that you didn’t think I’d understand. But no matter what, I could never- I could never hate you.”

For a while not another word is exchanged and neither one of you moves. You want to step closer, wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as your body allows you to. Make sure you memorise the feeling of his body in your arms, the sound of his heart beating against his chest echoing in your ear, the subtle smell of his cologne you can so clearly smell as you inhale. Memorise every single small detail there is about him to remember. But you’re too scared to do so. Scared he’ll step away again or even worse, scared he’ll fade right in front of your eyes.

Meanwhile it has become dark. The sun is now long gone and the few amount of stars you saw before have now been joined by an army of others. The temperature is rapidly decreasing as well, causing you to shiver since you hadn’t bothered to put on a jacket before you left. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm before you hesitantly speak up. “So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know, “ he shrugs. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought we’d end up so I didn’t really plan this far ahead.”

“Well what’s something you still want to do before.. before- before you know,” you nervously exclaim, unable to say whatever was awaiting him out loud.

“Can we go get a burger?”

You chuckle, unable to suppress your smile at his request. A request that was so incredibly Dean-like. So simple yet so meaningful for both of you. “Of course,” you nod.

With a single look both of you know exactly what your next destination is going to be and as on cue both of you start moving. You towards the passenger’s seat, him towards the driver’s seat. As Dean once again starts the engine, he immediately turns up the heating to warm both of you up, probably mostly you though. The radio softly starts playing one of your favourite songs and your quiet humming soon turns into a full-on sing along for you both. Before you know you’ve reached your destination, the lit neon sign of your favourite diner strongly contrasting against the dark sky.

As soon as the bell above the door marks your entrance you walk over to your favourite spot by the window. You sit down on one of the booths while Dean takes place on the other one in front of you. It doesn’t take long before a servant comes to take your order. She must be new, working one of her first shifts here, since you hadn’t seen her before. Both you and Dean knew everyone who worked there, and they knew you. Everyone always cheerfully chitchatted with you, it was one of the reasons you loved this place so much.

“What can I get you two?” the girl asks, fumbling nervously with her notepad.

“We’ll have two beers and two bacon cheeseburgers, please,” Dean orders for the both of you, smiling sympathetically at the girl.

She quickly writes down the order before returning his smile. “Coming right up.”

Just like the waitress nervously fumbled with her notepad, you fumble nervously with the paper placemat placed in front of you. A bunch of facts explaining why this diner is the best in the area and a few suggested dishes to try printed on there. You don’t even bother to read them anymore, you know them all by heart. The diner was founded in 1955, it almost went bankrupt until they introduced the magic burger that introduced a new public and saved the company. The secret of the burger was garlic, one of the waitresses once told you in passing. You still didn’t know whether she was joking or not. The place is hospitable and clean and child-friendly. A few suggested dishes are the magic burger, of course, the waffles and the grilled cheese sandwich. Dean and you had tried every dish they ever served, but both of you stuck with the bacon cheeseburger.

“What’s going to happen? Do we still have tomorrow or is it over once the clock strikes twelve?” you ask with a small voice, emotion seeping through. It’s not like hiding them will change anything anymore, so why bother?

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, his eyes casting down. “She didn’t say.”

Your head suddenly jerks up as the thought of Sammy enters your mind. Surely he must’ve known, but if these were his last couple of hours here on earth, wouldn’t they want to spend it together? “Why didn’t you stay with Sammy tonight? I can imagine the two of you would want to have a proper goodbye,” you ask him, voicing the concerns running through your head.

“We did, yesterday. He’s known about this for a year and he has done everything to find a way out of this. For his sake I hope now he’s finally accepted there’s no coming back from this.”

“So you’re really just gone after tonight, huh?” you whisper, feeling as if the situation and its consequences are finally catching up with you. As if you’d been numb to it before, but suddenly it found your Achilles heel and took its chances, fully charging at you. Tears are welling up, threatening to spill.

“Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,

And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;

Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,

Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart,” Dean sings quietly, making sure you’re the only one who can hear him. And despite the events that are eagerly waiting to go down you smile at the recognition of the nursery song Dean always sang for you when going to bed or after you had a nightmare. He’d always quietly mumble it for you, calming you down and allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber. Sometimes, much like right now, he’d sing it when you were sad. All those years ago your problems were so much smaller. You didn’t have to worry about hell or demon deals. People often told you to enjoy the simplicity you lived in, or at least the simplicity children your age were supposed to live in. They told you that time flies. At the time you didn’t know what it meant, now you had to admit they’d been right.

“I can’t believe you still remember that,” you bring out, still smiling.

“Of course,” he smiles back. “I could never forget it, I sang it for you the first time you had a nightmare and it stuck with me ever since. I also remember how you tried wearing lipstick when you were only ten because you wanted people to think you were just as old as me,” he grins, the memory still seared into his brain.

Your embarrassment paints your neck and cheeks a dark shade of red and you hide your head in your hands, as if trying to hide yourself from the memory. “Stop it!” you bring out while trying to supress the chuckle in your voice.

“Or,” he continues. “how you refused to wear anything that was coloured red, just because..”

“Alright I’ve got two beers and two bacon cheeseburgers for you guys,” the waitress announces, interrupting Dean’s little trip down memory lane. She places the two beer bottles and the plates she’d skilfully carried on the table. “Enjoy your meal,” she smiles before turning around and returning to her place behind the bar. You smile at her before she leaves, your face still showing some degree of redness.

Both you and Dean immediately dive into your food, devouring the burger and the fries that came along with it, washing it down with swigs of beer.

“That was good,” you exhale afterwards, Dean nodding in agreement.

“I’m gonna go pay,” he tells you as he slides out of the booth. As you take a look at the clock you realise why; it’s coming dangerously close to midnight., and neither one of you knows what that’s going to bring. A sudden fear evolves itself deep inside of you. You’d known Dean for almost as long as you remember. You barely had any memories he wasn’t in. And after tomorrow he wasn’t going to be there anymore. The memory of him would slowly fade until you couldn’t even remember the sound of his voice anymore.

As Dean returns you quickly push it down though, not wanting to ruin his possible last moments. He deserves better than that. “Let’s go,” he smiles, holding his hand out for you. But you can’t help but notice the fear that’s reflecting in his eyes.

“Yup,” you simply reply, taking his hand and leaving the diner together. One last time.

A cold breeze hits you in the face the moment you step outside, but you ignore it. Together you walk towards Dean’s car and for the second time tonight the both of you lean down against the hood. This time facing each other right away.

“Look,” he starts. “I don’t know how much time we have left, but I want to tell you the same thing I told Sammy; “stop looking for a way to get me out of this. There isn’t. I made my decision and I don’t want Sammy nor you spending the rest of your lives trying to get me out of it. Let me go.”

You smile, sadly. “That might’ve worked for Sammy, but I think we both know I’m never really going to give up on you,” you whisper, fighting to hold back the tears.

“I know, it was worth a try though,” he nods, a chuckle escaping from between his lips. But it sounds strangled, broken. “There’s just one more thing I’d like to do.”

“Name it,” you answer.

Before you know what is happening he grabs your face and his lips crash against yours. The warmth of his lips seem to warm you to the bone and the world falls away as you completely lose yourself in the moment. He kisses you slow and soft, comforting you in ways that words never could,  while caressing your cheek with his thumbs your breaths mingle. You run your fingers through his hair and down his spine, pulling him closer, wanting to remove all space there’s left between the two of you.

And just as sudden as he pressed his lips against yours, he pulls away again. “Do you hear that?” he asks, still holding your face in his hands.

You shake your head. “No, Dean, hear what?” But he doesn’t reply. “Dean?”

His breath hitches in his throat. As he looks at you there’s nothing but pure terror written all over his face. “Close your eyes,” is all he says.

Desperately you try to understand, try to figure out what he is trying to say, but you have no idea what is going on. “What, why?”

“Just close your eyes,” he begs. Whispering one last word as you refuse to listen. “Hellhounds,” he brings out right before he’s ripped away from you.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, feel his hands being ripped away from your body, you hear his body being dragged away. You hear his painful screams piercing through the air right before it goes dead silent.

 Hesitantly you open your eyes, being met with nothing but the darkness of the night, and you can feel the warmth leave your body. There’s nothing but the tingling in your lips and the searing pain in your soul that reminds you of the man that had stood in front of you just a second ago. And you don’t dare moving. Terrified it’ll erase the last traces he left on your body, terrified it’ll leave you with an even bigger hole than when you lost your parents.

After a while, whether it be ten minutes or an hour, you gather enough strength to move without crashing down on the pavement right away. That’s also when you notice the Impala still standing there, the lacquered black car looks duller than before, as if it knows it has just lost its beloved owner and wants to show its grief. As if on autopilot you walk towards the passenger seat, only realising that’s not your place anymore when you find yourself tugging at the door handle. The keys Dean gave you somewhere during your meal at the diner suddenly burn in your back pocket and hesitantly you walk towards the driver’s seat, unlocking the car.

Dean had only allowed you to take place on the driver’s seat one time before. You must’ve been seventeen and he was supposed to teach you how to drive. You almost crashed against a bunch of garbage cans and Dean never allowed you up there anymore. Too scared you’d wreck his beautiful car. Even after Bobby taught you how to drive a few years later, you had forever lost your right. Tonight that had changed though.

You weren’t sure you were going to find Sammy if you went back to the motel. Maybe he’d left. Unable to stand Dean’s unmade bed, his empty beer bottles or his half-packed bag any longer, or maybe just honouring his last wish and moving on with his life.

As you slide down on the driver’s seat, as the coldness of the leather seeps through the material of your pants and as you place your hands on the cold steering wheel, on the place his hands used to lie, you finally allow your first tears to fall.