theblackcatwitch

[theblackcatwitch]

I'm not your enemy

credits: thank you to @mad3ylncline

The sandy building groaned under the weight of time, its cracked walls and sunken roof barely holding together. Dust and grit hung in the air, and the dim sunlight streaming through broken slats created an eerie haze around the tense group.

Rafe stood at the center of it all, the map clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. He glanced between John B, Sarah, JJ, and Kie like a trapped animal, his paranoia simmering just beneath the surface.

“Rafe, baby,” you said gently, taking a small step toward him. Your voice was steady, but your heart was hammering in your chest. “Just give John B the map.”

Rafe’s head snapped toward you, his jaw tightening. His eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over. “No!” he barked, shaking his head violently. “You’re just going to screw me like everyone else in my life!”

His voice cracked, and the rawness of his words echoed off the fragile walls. His fingers curled tighter around the fragile parchment as though letting go of it would unravel him completely.

“I know you will,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he looked at you. His hands trembled, and his gaze darted between you and Sarah. “You all will.”

You took a tentative step closer, hands raised to calm him. “Rafe, no one’s trying to screw you over,” you said softly. “We just need the map so we can find the crown. That’s it.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. “Oh, yeah? And then what?” His gaze fixed on Sarah, a storm brewing in his eyes. “You’ll just take it for yourselves, won’t you, Sarah? My own sister would rather side with them than with me!”

“Rafe, that’s not true,” Sarah said, her voice trembling. She took a cautious step forward, but JJ grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

“Don’t,” JJ muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving Rafe. “He’s a ticking time bomb right now.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Rafe snarled, his voice rising as he took a step back. The fragile map crinkled under his grip, and the group collectively tensed.

You watched him closely, your chest tightening at the desperation in his eyes. This wasn’t just anger—it was fear. He felt cornered, betrayed, and utterly alone.

“Rafe,” you said again, your voice calm and unwavering. “Look at me.”

His gaze flicked to yours, and for a moment, his hardened expression softened.

“No one here is your enemy,” you continued, taking another step closer. “I’m not your enemy.”

His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “They’ll screw me over, just like they did Dad, just like everyone else.”

“They won’t,” you insisted, your voice firm. “And even if they try, I won’t. I’m here, Rafe. I’m always here.”

He stared at you, his chest heaving. The cracks in his armor were widening, the vulnerability he worked so hard to hide bleeding through.

“Rafe,” Sarah said softly, her tone cautious but sincere. “This is what Dad would’ve wanted. He would’ve wanted us to work together.”

Rafe let out a harsh, bitter laugh, tears welling up in his eyes. “Yeah? Like you worked with him? You let him die!”

Sarah’s face paled, her breath hitching as the accusation hit her squarely in the chest. “He died taking a bullet for me, Rafe,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “He died protecting me.”

Rafe’s lip quivered, and tears began streaming down his face. His hands shook as he clung to the map, but the anger drained from his expression, replaced with pure sorrow.

Sarah’s heart broke as she stepped toward him. “I’m so sorry, Rafe,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. Rafe stood stiffly for a moment before his shoulders sagged, and he let himself lean into the hug. His tears soaked into her shirt as his walls crumbled, his sobs muffled against her shoulder.

When Sarah finally let go, her own tears glistening on her cheeks, Rafe turned to you. His face was still streaked with tears, his vulnerability laid bare in a way you’d never seen before. Without hesitation, you reached for him, your hands gently cupping his face.

“Rafe,” you murmured, brushing a tear from his cheek. His blue eyes locked onto yours, searching for something—comfort, reassurance, hope. You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a sweet, tender kiss. His hands instinctively found your waist, grounding himself in the moment.

When you pulled back, your forehead rested against his. “You’re not alone,” you whispered. “You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here.”

For a moment, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. Rafe exhaled shakily, his grip on the map loosening as he let the weight of his pain lift, even if just a little.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smiled softly, taking the map from his trembling hands. As the group exchanged nervous glances, you kept your focus on Rafe, your fingers brushing his one last time.

“We’ll figure this out,” you said quietly, holding his gaze as the group began to move out of the crumbling building.

He didn’t respond, but the flicker of hope in his eyes was enough.

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[theblackcatwitch]

The second chance

~ dean Winchester

Warnings miscarriage abuse Angst and fluff and it has a happy ending use of drugs The main characters name is Melinda

Word count: 5700

I have not checked for mistakes

Finding his dad was more and more difficult with every passing day. When his phone buzzed on the table of that motel room, Dean lunged forward, hoping it was him --- but the contact name read Melinda.

She had been Dean's last long term girlfriend, and they hadn't talked since Dean had left. A cocky smirk made its way to Dean's lips, and he picked up. "Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?" Dean answered, as Sam raised his eyebrow at him from the motel bed. “Dean I need your help”

Taken aback for a second, Deans where my computer smirk vanishes. "Are you okay? What happened, mel ?" Dean asked, shifting his focus completely. Sam silently perked up, concern in his eyes as well.

“I broke up with him and he beat me up. I have broken ribs and a broken arm plus he shot me in my leg. I'm Still In the apartment” Silence fell as Dean processed the information. His face darkened from concern to anger.

Dean tried to maintain a calm tone, but he was already getting his boots on. Silence fell as Dean processed the information. His face darkened from concern to anger. "Give me the address, sweetheart." Dean tried to maintain a calm tone, but he was already getting his boots on. “Our old apartment “ Dean nods, even though Melinda can't see it.

"I'm on my way." Stay safe, don't do anything stupid, okay?" Dean gets up, looking at Sam as he grabs the motel key, and starts walking towards the door. Sam gets up as well, grabbing something from his pocket and joining his brother. "See you soon." Dean hung up, grabbing his jacket and the keys for the impala. He threw the keys to Sam, who caught them effortlessly. "You're driving. "Fast."

Dean instructed, opening the passenger door and getting in. Sam nods, getting in the driver's seat. He starts the impala, quickly getting out of the tiny parking lot. They're driving through town, the streets deserted at this hour. Dean anxiously looks out the window, both wanting to be there quickly and also dreading what he might find.

He glances at his younger brother, noticing his concentrated gaze on the road. A few minutes pass in agonizing silence. Sam eventually says "She'll be alright, Dean. Mel is tough, I'm sure she'll be fine." Dean just nods, though he wasn't so sure. Sam's right, Melinda is one of the toughest people he knows and has been through a lot. Yet, it pains him to think of her all beaten up and injured. "I know, Sammy. Doesn't make me worry any less."

Dean says, sounding slightly irritated. He was already on edge, and the lack of anything to do only made it worse. Suddenly, they turn a corner, and Dean's eyes widen as he sees the apartment complex at a distance. Sam continues towards it, speeding up just a little. The Impala stops in front of the apartment complex, and before it has even really come to a halt, Dean jumps out of the car. He scans the area, looking for any sign of Melinda,

but seeing nothing immediately. Sam exits the car as well, looking almost as anxious as his older brother. Just as he's about to make his way into the apartment building, footsteps ring through the otherwise silent night and a figure appears. "Dean!" Melinda calls out, her voice pained and raspy. She's leaning heavily on her uninjured leg, arms around her own waist as she walks. The sight of her bruised face makes Dean's blood boil "Jesus Christ, Melinda." Disregarding her protest, Dean reaches her in three strides, immediately pulling her into his arms. He runs a hand through her hair,

taking in her battered appearance and broken arm. "You're alright. I'm here now, everything's gonna be fine." His heart aches just looking at her. Seeing her hurt like this is breaking something inside him. But Dean knows he has to stay strong, for her. "Let's get inside, okay?" he gently prompts, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her towards the apartment. Sam follows close behind,

a frown marring his face as he checks out Mel's injuries. Okay Dean leads her into the apartment, and into the living room. He leads her to the couch, and slowly helps her sit down, making sure she's as comfortable as possible. Once she's sitting, he kneels in front of her. Sam comes over as well, sitting on the edge of the coffee table as Dean starts asking questions. "How bad are your injuries?" “Bad it hurts every time I take a breath” Sam and Dean

exchange a worried glance before Sam asks, "That means your ribs are probably broken." Dean turns his attention back to Melinda. "Okay. I know it's gotta hurt, sweetheart, but I need you to take a deep breath for me. Sam helps her get into a slightly more upright position, while Dean observes her carefully, trying to see how much pain she's in. "Okay, try to take a deep breath for me, okay? And tell me when it hurts."

He says gently. I do as he says, and it hurts immediately Dean gently grabs her good hand, trying to reassure her. "Okay, stop. That should be about as much as you can do." He says. He looks at Sam, silently asking if they should check the ribs. Sam nods. They'll have to assess how bad the damage is.Tears well in my eyes Dean looks back at her,

and the sight of her tears makes his heart clench. He squeezes her hand and gives her a small smile."Try not to cry, baby. This is gonna hurt, but we gotta check, alright?" He asks, his voice gentle. I know "Okay." Sam moves a bit closer, preparing to gently check the ribs. He looks at her apologetically. "This might hurt a bit. "I'm sorry, Mel."

“I know wait I need you to go get the white powder that’s in my closet” Confused, Dean raises an eyebrow. "White powder? Baby, are you using drugs?" He asks, sounding both surprised and worried. “It’s the only way to stop the pain every time he beats me” Dean looks angry again, his jaw setting tightly. "He... he's been beating you for a while, hasn't he?"

He asks, even though he already knows the answer. “Yes please go get it before Sam examines me I need to make sure the pain isn’t as bad” Against his better judgment, Dean sighs and gets up, walking to her closet and pulling open the doors. He spots a small bag of powder in the lower drawer, and grabs it.

“Thank you do I line out three lines” Alarm bells go off in Dean's head at her request, but he knows he can't deny her. He brings the powder back to her and sets it on the coffee table in front of her. "You're taking that now?" He asks quietly. Yes, the way she just stated the fact, so nonchalantly, broke his heart. He was angry and worried and hurt, and the only thing he

can think of holding her in his arms. Sam watches silently, worry etched on his face. “Fuck OK go ahead” He sighs again, picking up the powder and taking out a credit card from his pocket, moving it to form three equally thick lines. He hands it to her. Meanwhile, Sam gently starts inspecting her broken ribs, as careful as he can. He pushes against the area lightly, trying to see how broken they Fuck Sam's fingers find a break in her ribcage,

making her gasp in pain. "Sorry, Mel. I know, I know... I just need to check how bad it is." Sam is already apologizing, eyes full of guilt and worry. Dean sits beside her on the couch, trying to distract her from the pain. I do all three lines before Sam pushes on my ribs again. Dean watches her intently, wanting to stop her, and yet unable to look away. He grabs her good hand and laces their fingers. "How bad is it?"

He asks Sam, keeping his gaze on Melinda. “Not as bad now” Sam nods, pulling his hands back. "It's not as bad as I thought. I think I can set your ribs, but it's still gonna hurt a lot." He says, looking at her apologetically again. “Dean, I have a joint. Can you go get that and I also have a Jack Daniels white beside it ""Baby, I don't know about that..." Dean starts.

Her request doesn't sit right with him. Though, at the same time, he knows she needs it to get through the pain of getting her ribs set… Sam looks at him, waiting. “OK, it’s either that or I scream as he sets them I used to do it myself and normally I would get so high out of my mind they would pop back in place by Me just walking into a door”

Letting out a breath, Dean nods. "I'll go get it." He gets up to look for the stuff she requested, and quickly finds it. Grabbing the pack and the bottle, he returns to the living room and sits next to her again.Thank you He puts the joint in her mouth, and holds the bottle to her lips so she can take a mouthful. "Lean back and relax." He instructs, and she does. He looks at Sam. "Set them now, man. I don't want her in any more pain longer than necessary." I let out the loudest scream, and I can literally hear the neighbors waking up.

Dean tries his best to keep her still, but it's hard since she's in so much pain. He gently holds her shoulders, keeping her from moving too much. "It's okay, baby. I know it hurts. You're doing so good. Just hold on a bit more." He tries to comfort her, the sound of her in pain tearing at his heartstrings.”You gotta get me to Bobby’s” "I know. And we will, baby. But first, I wanna take care of you. Can you stand?"

He asks. She's got a broken leg after all, and he knows it'll only be more painful for her to walk."Okay." Dean gets up, putting an arm around her waist to support her, and helps her get to her feet. Sam quickly stands up as well, on the other side of her to provide support as well. The three of them make their way out of the apartment, slowly

and carefully. Sam holds the door as Dean helps Melinda out and into the impala. He helps her into the back seat, making sure she's as comfortable as possible. "You're one tough girl, you know that?" Dean said, an affectionate smile on his face. He glances ahead, where Sam is now getting into the driver seat. "It's gonna be okay now, alright? We'll get you to Bobby and you can rest and heal. I promise." Dean grabs her good hand and

squeezes it gently. Thank you "Of course, sweetheart. I'm always gonna be there for you." His voice is gentle. Meanwhile, Sam has started the car and drives out of the parking lot, heading towards Bobby's old house. We arrive at Bobby’s house. I immediately go out of the car Bobby you have my back up Coke, right Bobby's already standing in the doorway, watching as the impala pulls up and Melinda gets out. He immediately rolls his eyes. "I do. I always do, you idiot!" He says, though his words are caring rather than admonishing. Good I need a new name otherwise he’s gonna find me As soon as she finishes, Bobby raises an eyebrow. "What did you do this time?" He asks gruffly, but with a hint of concern. He notices the way Dean is hovering closely by her, and sees the extent of her injuries. I didn’t do anything I was

in an abusive relationship Bobby's eyes widen. "Are you shitting me?" His gruff demeanor melts away, and he looks at her with a mixture of shock and anger. Meanwhile, Sam walks up behind Dean, silently eavesdropping.Do you think I would stay here, bloody and broken and bruised with multiple broken ribs and a bullet hole in my leg and a broken arm if I was joking Bobby's anger is immediately replaced by worry and concern. He steps aside, making room for all of them.

"Oh hell, come on in, sweetheart. Let’s go fix you up." He says, and immediately ushers her inside, with the brothers following close behind.

Thank god They all enter the small living room. Bobby ushers her to sit on the couch, and starts examining her injuries. He gently checks the broken arm first, being careful not to cause any more pain. I’m too high on my mind to feel the pain go ahead Bobby looks at her sternly. "You shouldn't take so much of that stuff, it'll mess you up."

He continues his examination, and grimaces when he gently touches her broken arm. "It's definitely broken. Gonna have to set it."

"Alright. I'm gonna have to be quick and it's gonna hurt." He holds her arm carefully in his hands. "On three, okay? One, two..." Bobby sets the arm with a swift movement, while mumbling apologies.

It’s OK fuck that hurts

"I'm sorry, honey. But it's done now. Can't give you anything for the pain either, not with all the meds you've already taken."

Bobby glances at her broken rips. "Okay, now I'm gonna check the ribs-"

He gently pushes against the bruised areas, applying a bit of pressure to feel the breaks.

"Damn it, how many times did this happen?" He mutters, noticing the extent of damage to her body. 40 times the past year

The look on Bobby's face darkens. It's clear he's trying hard to contain his anger, and is mostly failing at it.

"40 goddamn times?" He exclaims, looking from her to the brothers. "How long this been going on?"

Three years

"Three years?!" Sam exclaims, at the same time as Bobby curses out loud.

"Why didn't you say anything, Melinda? We could've helped!" Bobby asks, though his voice is soft and caring nonetheless.

First of only when he was mad, I thought it was my fault and it started becoming every time he drank as well and then just because it was fun

Bobby's voice hardens. "You gotta stop blaming yourself, girl. Nothing you could've done warranted that."

Meanwhile, Dean is fuming silently. He's already planning on hunting down the bastard.

Bobby, once you start working on my leg, I’m gonna pass out from the pain

Bobby just nods. "Yeah, I figured you might. You're already high as hell from all the medication, and you're in so much pain... You're barely conscious as it is. It'll be faster if you pass out before I set the leg."

Then I need you to fish into my bra and get the vape pen that I have there it’ll make me pass out faster

Bobby raises an eyebrow. "You keep it in your bra?" He sighs and fishes into her bra anyway, and brings out a pen-shaped vape.Thank you Bobby just nods, and starts examining her leg. He checks the location of the bullet wound. "Good thing it didn't hit an artery. You’d have bled out already." I know I’ll see you guys when I wake up. I say yes, I pass out. Sam is watching her, concern and anger written all over his face. Once she drifts off into unconsciousness, he lets out a deep breath.

"How bad is it, Bobby?" Sam asks, breaking the silence. Bobby is checking the injury to the leg now. "She lost a fair amount of blood. Luckily, the bullet didn't hit an artery, or else she would have bled out already."

He pokes around the wound for a moment, watching the blood seep out. "Doesn't seem to be infected, either. That's a good thing." Bobby grunts. "There's still a bullet in there, though. Can't leave that in there, she'll get an infection. I'm gonna have to get it out."

Meanwhile, an anger is burning in Dean's eyes as he watches Bobby work on her. He looks like he wants to murder someone. Bobby just nods again, and grabs a pair of tweezers. He cleans them with some alcohol before leaning over to gently pry the bullet out of the would. Bobby carefully works on pulling the bullet out, trying to be as gentle as possible. He knows it has to be done, but the last thing he wants to do is cause her more pain. After a few more minutes, he finally manages to pull the bullet out. He drops it on the table and takes another look at the wound. The bleeding is starting to slow, but it still needs to be stitched up. After cleaning the wound, he starts to pick up a needle and thread to start stitching it up.

"She's gonna be out for a while. Her body needs to shut down and heal." Bobby states as he works. After a quick but careful job with the stitches, he sits back and looks down at her. "Done. That's the most serious injury sorted out. I still have to get these ribs set and her arm in a sling." They thought I would be out for a while, but I have never really been able to sleep since I started dating him so I woke up with a scream having flashbacks in my dreams Bobby jumps, not expecting her to wake so soon, and moves closer. "Hey, it's alright. You're safe now. You're at my place, remember?" Hey, look at that you actually finished my leg before I woke up Bobby lets out a huff of laughter. "Damn it, I'm getting too old, I guess. Should've been quicker."

Meanwhile, the brothers are now both relieved that she's woken up so soon. What happened Mor with him? I didn’t tell you.

Bobby frowns, and nods at her to continue. "Go on, I'm listenin'" Bobby, we both know I can’t say stuff like this in front of Dean Bobby looks at the brothers, who look curious about what she means. "Boys, I'm gonna need you to go outside for a moment. Give us some privacy." Him and his brother liked freeing me every single day I started drugs to kill the baby Bobby's eyes widen. Beside him, the brothers look shocked, too. Dean mutters a curse under his breath. Bobby's eyes widen. Beside him, the brothers look shocked, too. Dean mutters a curse under his breath. The first time he hit me was when he found out I was pregnant with deans baby I say as tears start rolling my eyes Bobby's expression hardens even angrier as he looks back at her. "You... You were pregnant?" Yeah, it was a boy he was deans Bobby glances at Dean. Even though the man's face is expressionless, a hurt flicker flashes through his eyes, before he schools his features.

"How... How far along were you?" Bobby asks, his voice gruff. Five months Bobby lets out a breath, and his eyes soften as he looks at her. But then, anger and hatred resurface soon after, as he processes the new information.

Meanwhile, Dean's eyes darken. Not only is it hard learning she'd been pregnant in the first place, but to know the baby had also been his is almost too much for him to handle. I know I’m already bloody and impressed, but I need you guys to kill the devil spawn inside of me. That is currently there. Before anyone can react to her sudden statement, Dean interject's. "What? Baby, no. No!" I can’t have his baby There's the usual anger and protectiveness in Dean's eyes. "Don't say that. The baby didn't do anything!"

His voice softens as he looks at her. "It's mine, Mel... Can't get rid of it. Can't let you do it." Dean sweetie your child our child died three years ago

Dean's face falls. "What?" He asks quietly. He beat me so bad the baby couldn’t handle it

Dean looks pained. He closes his eyes for a moment as the realization settles into his mind. His jaw clenches tight.

"I should've gone after you sooner to find you... Maybe you wouldn't have miscarried. I should've tried harder..." You didn’t know it’s not your fault. You get this child out of me I promise you I’ll happily give you a child. Dean's hands clench into fists. "Baby, don't say that, okay? The situation would've been different if you'd had me with you. You don't have to give me a kid now for the baby we lost." His voice is firm. Do you wanna know his name? Dean can't help the way his expression softens. "Yeah, I do." Archie Dean can't help the way his eyes soften more, and he can feel his heart clench in his chest.

"Archie..." He says quietly. Archie Winchester A lump forms in Dean's throat. He's suddenly at a loss at words.

"He would've been a Winchester..." He mutters, his eyes starting to get glassy with unshed tears. Yes Dean quickly blinks back his tears. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why wait three years?" You thought I cheated on you the first time he raped me I didn’t want to admit that it was raped so I couldn’t admit it you hated me and I couldn’t tell you Dean looks at her with an aching look. "Oh, sweetheart... I shouldn't have accused you of cheating. I shoulda known the truth." It’s OK fuck Yes baby good handle all the beating. I got I’m having a miscarriage right now Bobby I need to get off your couch or I’m gonna ruin it. Dean jolts, alarmed. "What?"

Meanwhile, Bobby jumps up. "What? You're having a goddamn miscarriage??" He exclaims, eyes wide.Sam, who's been watching everything silently, takes a step forward. "I'm gonna get a bunch of towels."

Meanwhile, Bobby ushers Melinda off the couch as gently but quickly as possible. I’m sorry "Shhhhh, don’t apologize. You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry about." He mutters.

Meanwhile, Bobby and Sam come back with an armful of towels in hand. Despite of the disgusting and very much traumatizing situation that is going on I cannot help but laugh at Sam and Bobby bill being covered in towels Sam huffs, a slight smile coming to his lips. "What's so funny?"

Meanwhile, Bobby grunts. He sets the towels down on the floor next to the couch before helping Melinda lay down. Did you see them walking? I need one towel. It’s a little bit of blood calm down.

Bobby rolls his eyes. "Don't judge us. Not every day we gotta deal with a damn miscarriage."

Meanwhile, Sam just rolls his eyes as well as he hands the other towels to Bobby before backing off. You could literally just sit me on the toilet and everything will be fine Bobby gives her a look, one that looks like he's reprimanding a child.

"You're not siting on a freakin' toilet when you're bleeding out a baby, girl." But that’s do you really wanna see a miscarried child on one of your white towels Bobby scowls. "I don't care. You're not sittin' on the toilet. I'll buy new towels, for Chrissakes."

Dean, on the other hand, tenses up a bit at the words. The last thing he needs right now are images of his unborn baby flashing through his mind. Baby, this is not what your child looks like I promise you he was already a baby Was five months when he died. He has a grave to your mom. Dean swallows, clenching his jaw. He knows this, rationally. It hurts like hell that he missed out on so much, though, and that he'll never get to meet his little boy. A son. His and Melinda's.

"I know," He mutters, before his voice softens. "I was just... Wishin' I'd gotten to meet him, that's all." I have a picture I went to the hospital that day because I needed to get him out of me otherwise I would die I held him in my arms and I also have pictures of the ultrasound everything you wanna see I have on my phone it’s on the folder ArchieDean's eyes widen. He tries to fight away the tears, but can't stop one from falling. His mind is full of images of what it would've been like, of seeing her holding their son for the first time.

"I... Can I see it?" He asks, his voice thick. Of course come and sit with me Dean sits down on the floor next to her, and Bobby and Sam take a few steps backwards to give them some privacy.

Sam, this was your nephew you can see too Sam swallows. He takes a few steps forward, and sits down silently on the floor on the other side of Melinda, so that he can see the phone. And you would be grandpa Bobby you don’t have to stay there you can watch too Bobby just huffs. "Can it, kid. Don't be calling me grandpa. Just gimme the damn phone." Cheese dude OK Bobby rolls his eyes, and moves to sit down on the couch behind Melinda. He leans forward to look at the phone. Dean glances up at him momentarily before looking back down at the phone as well. Are you ready? The men nod.

Sam, like his brother, tries to stay composed, but he can’t completely hold back the flicker of pain in his eyes. Bobby grimaces as he tries to keep his expression stoic, but everyone can tell this is getting to him too.

Dean, on the other hand, looks almost like a man who’s waiting for his death sentence as he stares at the phone screen silently. He isn’t sure what he’s about to see. This is Archie, five minutes after he was born still born this is the ultrasound and this is his grave beside your mom A moment of silence passes as they men look down at the phone screen.

Dean's expression is completely stony, but his eyes have started tearing up again and his jaw is clenched tight. Sam swallows, trying to stay strong, while Bobby shakes his head.

"Damn it," Bobby mutter softly. "That’s... That poor little baby." He looked just like Dean the same little angry expression Bobby can't help but chuckle a bit at that, though it's a sad and soft sound. "Looks like the kiddo had his daddy's stubborn streak, eh?" Oh yeah, definitely and he would always kick every time. I played AC/DC. Of course I did back in black every time. It was his favorite just like his father. He also loved eye of the tiger. Bobby lets out another huff of laughter. "Looks like the kid had good taste in music," he comments, his eyes still on the picture of the baby.

Next to him, Dean lets out a shaky breath. He still can't stop staring at the screen. Tina, if you still love me, I promise you I still love you and I will happily give you another child one you can follow the entire pregnancy through and you’ll be the first to hold him A flicker of hope flashes through Dean’s eyes at her words, like a lifeline thrown to a man who’s drowning.

He grabs her uninjured hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "You promise?" Without a doubt in my mind "Good," Dean nods. His voice is serious as he meets her eyes. "I ain’t lettin’ you go again. The second you get better, we gettin’ out of here and startin' again." It’s been a month since I told Bobby and Dean and that I had my miscarriage and I just found out. I am pregnant again. I haven’t told Dean yet about to tell Sam because I need Sam to help me surprise Dean

Sam's eyes widen when he hears the news. He looks at her, and grins widely. "Seriously?" Seriously I need your help to surprise Dean I need a shirt that says I love

AC/DC just like daddy A laugh escapes Sam, and he grins widely again. "Oh man, he's gonna have a heart attack," he laughs. "Let’s go." Yes, let’s go. We just finished getting the baby shirt finished getting it customized and we are about to go to Bobby’s house until Dean that I have a present for him where the baby shirt is laying on top and underneath there is a positive pregnancy test. Sam smiles. "You're gonna make him really happy, you know that?" Yes Dean, I got a surprise for you Dean looks confused as he follows her towards the sofa, before sitting down next to her, "What is it? A surprise for what?" he inquires. Here is the present open it Dean glances at the present in front of him, then looks up at Melinda. "You didn't need to get me anything, y'know," he mutters. For this occasion, I did open it "Okay, okay, I'll open it."

Dean grabs the present, and slowly starts to unwrap it. Dean starts to smile as he sees the shirt. He lifts it up, and chuckles.

"‘I love AC/DC just like daddy’... You really did that, huh?" A big smile appears on his face. "Is there somethin’ else to the present? Something on the bottom?" Dean looks down, and his eyes widen when he spots the test.

He picks it up, and stares at it for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Dean’s mind races as he continues staring down at the test in his hands. He’s trying to figure out if this is real or not because he doesn’t want to get his hopes up if this is just a dream. You’re gonna be a daddy baby Dean swallows hard. He's still in shock, but an excited and very much overjoyed smile is starting to appear on his face nevertheless.

"You're sure? This ain't a prank or somethin'?" I would never do that to you, of courseDean smiles as he looks at her, his eyes still wide. "Damn it, sweetheart... This can't be real, right? You're sure about this?" Yes, and I waited to tell you until I am sure he’s staying he’s being born. There is no chance of miscarriage anymore. Relief floods through his body, and his tense muscles relax slightly.

He suddenly grabs her and pulls her in for a tight hug, his face buried in her shoulder. "Damnit... I can't believe this is happening." We have the first ultrasound appointment in an hour. Are you ready? Dean nods. "Yeah," He says, his voice slightly muffled from how his head is still buried against her shoulder. "I’m ready. I’m so goddamn ready." Should we bring Sam and Bobby? "Yeah," Dean pulls his face away from her shoulder to look at her. He grins, and grabs her uninjured hand. "I think they'd want to see this." OK, go get them Sam and Bobby, who were sitting at the table, look surprised when Dean shows up at the door.

"What’s goin’ on?" Bobby asks, raising an eyebrow. "We're goin' for the first ultrasound in an hour," Dean states. "You guys comin’ with us?"Sam smiles. "Of course we're coming."

Bobby grumbles softly. "Like we'd miss the little tyke’s first appearance." Dean grins widely. He grabs Sam by the shoulder and lightly shoves him forward. "C'mon then."

Sam laughs as he's pushed a bit, and starts heading back towards the living room. Dean and Bobby follow behind him as they return to Melinda. Hey, would you stop kicking please? I know your dad is playing AC/DC, but please. Dean grins. As his hand rests on Melinda’s stomach. "Kid's already causin’ trouble, huh?" You think I have peed like 50 times today Dean can’t help but chuckle at that. He gently rubs her stomach as he looks at her. “Baby, that’s normal, ain’t it?” No, he keeps jumping on my bladder "Yeah, sounds like somethin’ our kid would do," He laughs, "Probably takin' after me, huh?" Well, you only jump on my bladder to get me to squirt. That’s a different story. Dean lets out a laugh, a faint flush appearing on his cheeks. "You know that ain’t the only reason, sweetheart." Then why? A playful smile flashes across his face before he leans in and murmurs the words into her ear, "Cause it drives me crazy." Just like it does when I call you, baby boy Dean lets out a huff. The flush that was already on his face gets more prominent. "Damn it, don’t call me that," he mutters, though it’s obvious he doesn’t really mean it and he’s only pretending to grump about it. Oh no baby look at that. We got daddy hard. Dean glances at her, his eyes widening. "Sweetheart, you are playin’ damn dirty," he mutters, his voice strained. Yeah, well fuck we don’t have time to have fun because apparently I just went into labor That statement immediately snaps everyone out of the previous light-hearted mood.

"What?" Dean says, and it comes out way more harsh than he had intended it to, but the shock is evident in his tone. I’m giving birth, Dean Dean’

s eyes widen as the words sink in. For a very brief moment, something akin to panic flashes through his eyes.

"Dammit, we weren’t even at the goddamn hospital yet," he mutters. He takes a deep breath to gather himself. He tries to stay calm on the outside for her sake, but on the inside he’s in complete shock. I need to get out of this car before my water breaks dean. I don’t wanna ruin your car. Dean nods. "Okay, okay. Just... Don’t panic. We’ll get you to a damn hospital, alright? Just don’t panic, sweetheart." I am not the one panicking you are

[theblackcatwitch]

soft

alex karev x fem!reader

summary: evil spawn isn’t so evil when he discovers you struggling in a closet

warnings: panic attack

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You were a new intern at Seattle Grace and today you had been chosen to help perform in your first surgery. You were extremely excited but your overall emotion was nerves. What if you messed up? What if the patient died? What if you kill the patient? You knew you were overthinking it but you couldn’t help the spiral of your thoughts. You knew you were a good surgeon, it was a simple procedure that you had practiced many times in med school. This was easy.

All week you had been stressing over it. You would say dreading it but you were looking forward to it but you were just so anxious.

And that is what lead you to hiding in the nearest janitor’s closet whilst tears welled up in your eyes. You were supposed to be heading down to the OR in five minutes but you needed a moment to collect yourself. With your mind racing, you paced around the tiny area with out falling over the cleaning supplies.

Bailey had sent Alex or ‘evil spawn’ to come and find you as you were due in the OR now. He had paged you and told you to go to the OR but he was yet to see you. Meanwhile, you were taking deep breaths and then you left the closet. On your way to OR 3, you stumbled upon Alex who seemed to notice your nervous demeanour. “Are you alright, Bambi?”, he questioned with genuine concern laced in his voice. The nickname had developed when you knocked into him on your first day and spilt your water all over him. He obviously being evil spawn didn’t take it too well but he eventually got over it.

“Yep, I’m fine.”, you said in a hushed voice as you struggled to breathe properly. “You don’t sound it.”, he stated. “Come here.”, he guided you into another closet. “Take some deep breaths, follow me, 1… 2… 3…”, he continued as you tried to follow him. He only noticed you getting worse as more tears began to stream down your face and your breathing fastened.

“Okay, okay, look at me, baby.”, he gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. He then repeated his breathing steps for you to follow. “In through your nose and out through your mouth. Well done.”

Never in a million years would you have expected Alex Karev to be so good at comforting someone. Right now he was so not living up to his nickname. When you had calmed down, you slowly got up. “Thank you so much, Alex. It genuinely means so much.”, you thanked him awkwardly.

“No problem, anyway, should we head off to perform the surgery now?”, he questioned. He realised your face had become full of nerves again. He cupped your cheeks and stated with certainty: “You can do this, you’re one of the best interns here, maybe even the best. You’ll pass this with flying colours, trust me.”

You smiled at him and your cheeks started blazing. You loved how sweet and gentle he was with you. Also, you couldn’t deny his good looks but you couldn’t give him the ego boost. However, one thing that would damage his ego is the news that evil spawn has a soft spot.

Who knew Alex Karev would have gone soft for an anxious girl in need of some guidance?

[theblackcatwitch]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ~ christopher sturniolo

summary.) chris reads bad comments about himself and you try to figure out what’s wrong.

warnings.) crying, chris being sad,

chris’ eyes watered as his eyes read over the words on his screen.

he was scrolling through the comments on his podcast liking the positive and funny ones, when he stumbled across the not-so-positive ones. now normally chris doesn't read them but he had decided to and it was a bad idea.

has anyone noticed chris is gaining weight?

god chris is so loud its so grading

i dont know how anyone stands chris he’s so loud and unbearable.

as chris read the last one more tears rolled down his face. he immediately thought to his girlfriend, did she think he was annoying?

maybe he should just tone it down. he thought as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

when he woke up in the morning he turned on his phone and saw a text from you

ill be over in and hour baby 💕

okay see you soon

you furrowed your brows at chris’ dry response. he hadn’t answered your texts last night and now a dry response in the morning? something was definitely up.

as you drove over to chris’ you just enter the door seeing chris and his brothers laying on the couch watching a movie in the background while matt and nick argue about something on the couch.

you glance over at chris and see him not including anything in the conversation and staring at his phone.

“chris! hes in the wrong! right?” nick yells, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

“sure” chris mutters.

you’re surprised at chris’ response and the fact that nobody has noticed your presence.

“hi baby,” you walk over to chris seeing a beanie on his head and a white blanket draped over his lap.

“hey” he murmurs. “are you okay?” you ask.

chris feels his throat burn at your question. “yep im fine, jus’ tired” he sniffles. “okay,” you whisper laying your head on his shoulder.

a couple hours later you, matt, and nick are talking and chris still hasn’t contributed anything to the conversation.

you give nick a look and look down at chris, then back up at him. when nick shrugs his shoulders you tug chris’ hand “hmm?” he asks.

“c’mon” you tell him still tugging his hand to his room.

“come on lets lay down baby.” you order him and pull him onto your chest.

“okay chris, what’s wrong?”

the second the words leave your mouth tears fill his eyes. “do you think im annoying?” he asks voice breaking. your heart breaks sheeting the boy in front of you. “no chris why would you say something like that?” you reply

chris hesitates, “there were comments about me” he mumbles passing you his phone.

as your eyes skim over the comments displayed on his phone your eyes tear up. how could people be so rude? “oh baby” you whisper pulling him into your chest, kissing his beanie covered head.

“chris. you are not annoying, not one bit. you’re my favorite person to be around and i love you so much. also baby you’re fine as fuck so don’t listen to anything they say. you’re the farthest thing from annoying chris. those people who are saying those things are stupid.” you’re cut off by a sob. “baby,” you say worriedly pulling his head up to see tears running down his pink cheeks. “i love you so much baby” he whispers his voice soft and crackly. “i love you more chris and don’t ever believe what they say again m’kay?” he hums in response. you lean in to his lips catching them in a soft kiss. he kisses back it lasts for a couple minutes untill chris pulls away. “im hot.” he pants pulling his black sweatshirt over his head as ripping his beanie off “yes the fuck you are” you mumble under your breath chris blushes and hides his head in the crook of your neck he presses against you so you can feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“i love you sweet boy” you whisper

“i love you more baby.”

[theblackcatwitch]

sweet pea: the fighters

A/n this is based on the fight between the Bulldogs and the serpents

Warnings: talk about physical abuse Physical fighting people getting beaten up This is pretty much just pure fluff Smoking of cigarettes

enjoy this while i work on requests

Sweet pea, sitting on his motorcycle in the pouring rain waiting for the Bulldogs with the rest of the serpents

"Be careful my love" I tell him Not wanting him to get too hurt

"You don't gotta worry about me," sweet pea says he kisses me on the forehead.

He turns his head away from me as he hears the Bulldogs pull up as soon as Archie steps out, sweet pea gets off the bike

Sweet pea starts walking towards Archie when he reaches him they stare down each other

As thunder claps in the sky Archie throws the first punch I straighten my back making sure sweet pea is okay debating whether or not to run into the middle of the fight

I decide against it, not wanting to get caught up in the middle. I may be a serpent, but as someone who got abused by their father, their entire childhood is not someone runs into the middle of a fight, unless someone's dying

When I see sweet pea back on his feet, I'd let out a breath of relief my eyes avert everywhere I see Archie getting thrown on the ground,. And then a second later I see one of the serpents getting their nose broken.

I see Dilson whip out a pocket knife even though there's a strict rule, no weapons not a second later, Archie yell out "Dilton!" And Archie getting thrown to the floor yet again

Archie gets kicked in the stomach by sweet pea that look like it hurt I feel a little bad for him, the next thing I hear is a gun going off seeing Archie's girlfriend Veronica, with a gun in her hand

My boy coming running after me, saying "let's go"

Me and sweet pea jump on the bike and head home. We have arrived at my trailer. I live alone because I got my dad thrown in jail.

We're both soaking wet when we walk into my trailer so I walk into my bedroom to change my clothes, when I come back out, I see sweet pea, shirtless, and and his nose and cheek and lip is bleeding

"Get off the couch, go to the bathroom I'll be there in a sec" tell him as i go to my bedroom to grab my first aid kit

When I get to the bathroom I see him sitting on the toilet, which I'm very happy about because he is very tall and I am according to my friends and him very short But whatever

I put down my first aid kit and open it up as I get alcohol wipes and some disinfectant for his wounds and some aloe vera cream for the bruises on his ribs

"My love, you need to stop fighting with everybody and just let some things go. I'm tired of patching you up all the time" I tell him

"I know you don't like it pretty girl but he fucking deserved it" sweet peas says

"Sweet pea this is exactly what I talk about he was just spring painting it's nothing you haven't done before and that's what pissed you off. You started it and then he took out his gun because he felt threatened like you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had a gun. Because I know for sure as hell, I would have." I say

"You have a point pretty girl I'm sorry my anger gets the best of me sometimes I'm still impressed you still Find it in you to stay with me" he says looking down

"Sweet pea my love of course I stay you have anger issues which is completely fair I used to have angry issues worse than yours. I just found a way to cope with mine, that's what you need to do as well it'll take time but you will get there and I will help you through it. I promise my love" I said to him and return, the kiss on the forehead, he gave me earlier

"Thank you pretty girl I love you" he says as he hugs me

I hug him back saying "of course my love now go to bed I have to pee and then I'll be there" as I kiss him on the lips

He gets off the toilet walking into my bedroom closing the door to the bathroom I reach under the sink, grabbing my ashtray Then, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes and lighting one

He knows I smoke, I'm not hiding it from him but if his parents smelled the smoke on him, he would be killed literally so I do it in the bathroom where I can have privacy

I take a hit of the cigarette blow the smoke out and ash it off in the ashtray putting it out, putting it under the sink again,  opening the door and then walking into my bedroom I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to sleep in

As I start changing clothes I hear from sweet pea " looking good pretty girl" "You dog" I say laughing

I make my way towards the bed slide under the covers not even a second later I feel sweet pea, leaning on my boobs, his arm over my stomach falling asleep

[theblackcatwitch]

the blind date - rafe cameron

summary: your friends set you and rafe up on a blind date, but it doesn't go quite as you'd expected.

words: 1.7k

a/n: based on this request ♡♡ the way this has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air - ahhhh!

“Alright lemme make sure I have this straight: unlimited access to your jet skis for the rest of the summer, your season tickets to the first two Panthers home games, and two cases of whatever beer I want?” Rafe confirmed, looking over to the driver’s seat at his friend Dylan who huffed in reply and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yes, dude, that’s what we agreed on. Christ, it’s a blind date, not a death sentence. I swear to God if Maddie didn’t put me up to this, I would’ve left your ass to wallow at home alone.”

“I’m doing you a favor” Rafe replied, “It’s the least you could do.”

“I’m telling you she’s hot, you know you might actually be into her, did you even consider that?”

Rafe looked at him completely perplexed. “What makes you think I’m even looking for a girl? I do just fine as it is, thank you very much, plus you and I have very different tastes.” A pause. “Can I please see her insta?”

“We’ve been over this. No. Maddie said it would defeat the purpose of the ‘blind’ part of a blind date.”

“So fucking stupid” Rafe said as he shook his head and looked out the passenger side window.

You had gotten to the restaurant early; your best friend Maddie wanted to make sure every little thing was perfect and she was practically bubbling over with excited energy at the prospect of your blind date.

“This is going to be amazing, I just know it!!!” she said enthusiastically. “He is so your type, I will be at your wedding, babes, I swear it! Ahhh!” She had pulled you into the bathroom and was fluffing up your hair, touching up your lip gloss and tugging at your dress.

“So happy you went with this one, like yes you will thank me later, you look so damn hot.”

For all her flustered energy, you appreciated her hype and as you looked in the mirror you kinda had to agree with her. She had helped with your hair and makeup and the result was truly stunning; you had just the right amount of makeup on to make your natural beauty pop. Your dress was a little more revealing than you were used to, but it did make you feel confident and who knows, the way she talked about this guy, maybe it would all work out?

“Okay, okay, enough fussing, I’m already nervous enough. Can we please get a drink? I need a drink” you said, moving to walk out of the bathroom as she checked her own appearance in the mirror one last time before following you.

“Yes, good idea, you go loosen up, I’m going to make sure they got us that table by the window.”

You sidled up to the bar and leaned your arms on it, happy to have a moment’s reprieve from Maddie’s frenetic energy as you looked around in an attempt to distract yourself. The restaurant was really cute, coastal and modern and there was a sizable crowd between the bar and dining area. The steady thump of tropical house music played softly in the background which calmed your nerves and lifted your mood.

Within moments the bartender spotted you and made his way over. He was just about to greet you when he glanced over your shoulder. “Rafe! What’s up!” he said enthusiastically. “So sorry m’am, just one moment” he apologized as he clapped hands with the tall stranger that had walked up beside you. “What can I get you, bro?”

Rafe was smiling at the bartender and glanced at you briefly when he realized you’d been snubbed. It was a quick glance but he did a double take before he could control himself. You were… simply perfect. Your face held an expression of amusement and surprise with a clear smile that rested on perfectly glossed lips. You had an effortless air about you like you woke up every morning looking that good and then immediately every part of him wanted to know what you’d really look like in the morning… in his bed… at Tanneyhill… the sun reaching through the blinds…

What the fuck is the matter with me? he thought suddenly. And then, Fuck. Was I staring?

The bartender was looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He asked me something. Drink. A drink. What do I want to drink?

“Yeah man, I’ll have a bourbon, neat, and uh, whatever she wants” he replied, nodding his head towards you.

You smirked at him before glancing at the bartender, “Spicy margarita please, and since he’s paying, I’ll take it with Patrón.”

“Oof” Rafe said, grabbing his chest with his hand like you’d delivered a physical blow to him, “Way to take advantage.”

You laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, well, I don’t believe in coincidences, and it just so happens I need some liquid courage. If a handsome stranger is offering, I’m taking top shelf.”

Rafe pursed his lips and nodded, trying to tamp down the feeling in his heart that you'd called him handsome. He glanced back towards the door to see if he could see Dylan and couldn’t find him. Good he thought, allowing himself to feel guilty for half a second until he refocused on the sight of you in front of him.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh, liquid courage?” he asked.

“I’m meeting a date here actually” you said, shaking your head, your blushed cheeks turning slightly rosier. “It’s a whole thing…” you trailed off, waving your hand dismissively.

Rafe couldn’t reason with himself why he felt so angry that you were here for someone else. Thankfully the drinks arrived which gave him a moment to process as he watched you take a deep sip of your drink.

‘What asshole doesn’t pick a girl up and take her on the date himself?’ he thought. Well, he thought he thought before he realized he’d said it out loud as you nearly choked on your drink in laughter.

You shook your head again, smiling and laughing “It’s not like that, it’s –”

“—Nah, I’m sorry, it’s not my business, I shouldn’t have said that” he interrupted, mortified that he'd let that slip.

“You’re fine” you reassured him. “It was sweet. It’s nice to know there are still decent men out there willing to keep things chivalrous.”

I would’ve picked you up he thought. On time. Walked to your front door. Flowers in hand.

His head was spinning. What the fuck is going on with me. He looked down at his drink and then drank it in one swig. When he set the glass down, he caught your look of amusement as he coughed.

“You good?” you asked, giggling.

He grimaced, “I will be” he said, holding up his empty to signal the bartender for another.

“Is my company that bad?” you joked.

His eyes darted to yours, “Quite the opposite, sweetheart” he said in a low voice that you felt from your beating heart to your fingertips to your belly and shaky knees. Shit you thought as you registered the effect this man had on you.

You blushed and met his warm gaze, realizing for the first time how deeply blue his eyes were, like sapphires. The two of you stood there, an arms-length away and it was like time stood still. You could feel your pulse in your throat, feel your body tingling like it was physically reacting to his proximity. Was he stepping closer to you or were you imagining it? His eyes left yours for only an instant to look at your lips and in that moment he had you hook line and sinker.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the bar in front of you and you jumped. He took an imperceptible step back, clearing his throat.

“S-sorry” you mumbled, quickly swiping open a text from Maddie: ‘Where r u?!!!!”

Shit.

“I-I’ve got to…” you waved your phone by way of excuse and nodded your head towards the tables, literally unable to string a sentence together at this point.

“Yeah, no problem” Rafe said, as casually as he could muster as you moved to leave. “Try to have a good time. And, hey” he said, capturing your attention one more time “Tell this guy he better give you a ride next time, okay? None of this high school ‘I’ll meet you there’ shit, okay?”

You laughed at your little inside joke and met his gaze one more time before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe’s next drink arrived and he slammed it back instantly before settling the tab, leaving a hefty cash tip and making his way towards the dining room.

Dylan fucking owes me he thought through gritted teeth, grimacing all the way through the crowded room, replaying your smile, the way you'd looked at him through thick eyelashes, even the way you’d smelled: like vanilla and coconut.

He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he searched the crowd, willing this godawful date to be over before it had even started. Finally he caught a glimpse of Maddie’s bright hair and Dylan’s frame at a table by the window; he moved to shift around several people when his eyes met yours, seated next to Maddie, across from an empty seat.

“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling a fit of laughter and joy when you caught his eye.

He began to laugh too, the tension in his body immediately dissipating as he rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away the goofy grin he felt there as he took his seat.

“What is going on, do you two know each other, what am I missing?” Maddie demanded.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, Mads” you said, giggling as your eyes danced and twinkled at Rafe.

She narrowed her eyes as they darted between the two of you. “Okaayyyyy, well YN, this is Rafe!”

“So, so nice to meet you” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, though you were thrilled to actually know his name.

“The pleasure is truly mine, sweetheart” he played back, a knowing smile resting on his lips that had you bursting at the seams as you two ogled each other.

Maddie and Dylan looked at you both like you were crazy as you just stared and giggled at one another before they gave up and settled back into their own conversation and you and Rafe picked up your menus.

“Tomorrow at 7:00” Rafe said just quietly enough for you to hear him as he pretended to eye the menu.

“What?” you whispered in reply.

“Be ready tomorrow at 7:00. I’m taking you out. And I’ll be picking you up this time” he said as he shot you a smirk over his menu.

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[theblackcatwitch]

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[theblackcatwitch]

Complimentary Colors

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

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WC: 7.3K

Summary: After recently joining the team, you and Spencer could never get along. What started off as you two ignoring each other turned into bickering at work. What happens when a stressful moment for you turns into an opportunity to get to know this fascinating coworker of yours?

tags: enemies to lovers, fluff, brief mentions of crime/murder at the beginning (talking about cases/kidnapping), reader is shy and anxious, reader looks young for her age. (reader might be female but i don’t think i specified)

A/N: I haven’t written anything in years and I’ve been on a criminal minds kick for a while. I had this idea loosely based off a prompt I saw on cai by (ApolloTheBoykisser) so thanks babes ;) also for once I had a fic of mine beta read lol my bestie beta read this for me. This is also posted on my AO3 page.

You had been working at the BAU for the last few weeks. You tried to get to know most of your coworkers and it seemed like you were making great progress. You had heard a lot about the team before you joined and were pretty intimidated by them at first. Okay- you were still pretty intimidated by them. But you pushed through your quiet exterior little by little and slowly but surely tried to get to know them. 

All except for Spencer Reid. It seemed like he was trying to avoid you. He was always very quiet and would barely talk to you. Being a shy person yourself, you thought maybe he was just shy or a quiet guy. However, he continued to ignore you except for when he had to acknowledge you for work. 

His coldness towards you was increasingly annoying as time went on, and your perception of him had slowly warped. The things about him you once found endearing, you now forced yourself to hate about him. If he rambled for too long, it could potentially make your blood boil. However, you could never stop paying attention to when he rambled on about facts or statistics. You didn’t want to admit it, but you found him fascinating.

It didn’t take that long for him to start acknowledging you, but this soon turned into the two of you bickering like children. When you were discussing cases or profiles, you both would argue over motives, victimology, crime scenes- literally anything about the case- you two could turn it into an opportunity to contradict the other. You both still kept a level of professionalism to not let your rivalry affect your job. 

But there was always this tension between the two of you when you were in close quarters for too long. 

And at some point you both reached your boiling point. 

Last week, while the team was on a case, you and Spencer had gotten into a little spat once again. This time it went beyond the slight bickering or contraction. In the middle of the local precinct, you two were at each other's throats. 

“What was that?” You asked after you and Spencer left the interview room that held a victims family. 

“I was working off of the profile . . .” 

“You mean the profile we haven’t finished?” You interrupted. “The one we are still currently working on and have yet to disclose?” 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t work off of the information we already have,” he objected. 

“You told her information we are still unsure about. We don’t know for a fact how long he keeps them alive,” you accused while placing your hands on your hips, trying to conceal your frustration but failing.

“Guys.” Someone tried to tone things down. Neither of you heard who and you weren’t backing down.

“If I remember correctly, I heard you discussing this very subject and inputting your thoughts  . . .” 

“You still shouldn’t have told her! Especially when you don’t know for sure if her daughter could be alive,” you seethed stepping closer.

“Would you rather me hide everything from the mother who’s suffering from the disappearance of her daughter?” He asked, matching your tone and taking a step forward. 

“I didn’t say that!” 

“It sure sounded like it.” 

“Reid. Y/N.” The two of you turned your heads to your boss like two deer caught in headlights. 

“With me, now.” Hotch demanded and led you to an empty interview room. 

You could tell how angry he was- despite the fact that his stoic face represented almost every emotion in the book. But by the tone of his voice, you knew you and Spencer had messed up. 

“You two do not only represent this team, you represent the bureau. These cops are already not pleased with the idea of their boss calling us in and I do not need you arguing in front of them and giving them a reason to take us off this case. You must learn to respect and cooperate with one another or I will take you both off this case. Do I make myself clear?” He lectured. 

You both replied with a monotone “yes.”

“Good” 

Ever since your argument, you both had been relatively quiet towards one another. Like it had been in the beginning when you were ignoring each other. But that didn’t stop you from letting him invade your mind at every waking minute. It almost saddened you in a way there was no more bickering or quick remarks with him. With how much it annoyed you, you never thought you would miss it. 

The team had just finished a case and before everyone packed up and went home, Rossi announced that tomorrow everyone should come over for a little ‘get our minds off work’ get together. Your coworkers all thought it was a great idea to relax after the last few very stressful cases. 

As excited as you were to finally go to one of Rossi’s house parties, you were also scared shitless. Parties with relatively new people in your life were hard. You were so quiet around new people and were scared to approach others; you often waited to be approached. To you, being a profiler was easier than having a social life. 

But, maybe this time would be different. There’s not that many people on the team and you’d already started to familiarize yourself with them. 

The next day, you were pulling up to Rossi’s house. If there was anything else to be intimidated by with this man- besides his years of experience in the BAU- it was this giant house. You were greeted by the man himself at his front door. 

“Y/N, glad you could make it.” He opened the door and welcomed you in. 

He led you inside to where everyone else was gathered. Everyone was cheery at your arrival. Penelope with her clicky heels ran up to you and greeted you with a hug. It was refreshing to be around people who were so welcoming. It made it a little bit easier to really let your walls down. 

Well, almost everyone. Spencer gave you a small wave from where he stood. 

The night continued on and you would occasionally engage in conversation with the team. At this point, you were off to the side- standing in the kitchen and occasionally sipping some wine that Rossi had been bragging about and was just so excited for everyone to try. You were a bit too overwhelmed to go back to talking. The music was getting a bit loud and the lights seemed to be too bright. You opted for sitting on the barstool next to the counter and observing everyone around.  

They were all off in small groups or pairs around the house. All except for you and Spencer. He was another outlier and standing away from all the commotion. You looked over in his direction and he caught your eye. You both glared at each other and you quickly averted your gaze away from him. Your thoughts started to race and you began playing with your hair. 

After a moment, he glanced over in your direction again when you weren’t looking. He was unintentionally profiling you and noticed you getting overstimulated. Your eyes laser focused like you zoned out, your foot tapping against the chair, and your hand anxiously playing with your hair. 

While he wasn’t exactly your friend, he did understand what it felt like when social gatherings got overwhelming. He made his way over to you, careful not to make you more nervous or uncomfortable. 

“You okay?” He asked you. You were pulled away from spacing out. His voice sounded a bit concerned- which took you by surprise. You were partially relieved someone approached you to help bring you back down to earth. That someone noticed something was off. What confused you was the fact that person was Spencer. 

“I’m fine.”

He was well aware of what it meant when someone was “fine” and you were clearly not fine. He felt bad that you were so quick to shut down his attempt to check on you. After all, it was his fault and he knew that. 

“Do you wanna step outside?” He asked. 

You were conflicted. You didn’t want to be outside alone with him, but at the same time, you needed some time away from everything. Maybe it would help calm your nerves. 

“Maybe for a bit.” 

You followed him outside onto the back patio. You took note of the fresh air and the muffled sounds from inside. It all felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Pretty soon though, you realized how awkward it was to be outside alone with him. 

Spencer cleared his throat and spoke to break the silence, “Sometimes these parties can be . . . a lot.”

“A little bit. I was doing fine for a while but I think my social battery is running low.” You confessed to explain your discomfort. 

“Yeah” he replied. He appreciated the fact that you felt comfortable enough to express this with him. He tried to relate to you. “It’s the same with me. Sometimes I just need a moment to collect myself.” 

“Exactly.” You were relieved to hear that he felt the same way. “Plus it doesn’t help that I'm so new to the team.” You crossed your arms and slightly closed yourself off.

“I was the same way when I first joined.” He told her to try and ease your concerns. You were just like him at some point. The new guy and just trying to figure out how you fit in. 

“It’s difficult at first, but you settle down after a bit. Once you get to know everyone.” 

“Yeah it’s just the whole getting to know them part is a bit . . .” You abruptly stopped, hesitating to reveal too much to him.  

“A bit what?” 

“Intimidating,” you confessed, avoiding his eyes.

He obviously noticed your hesitance and avoided his usual behavior with you. You were always so strong and quick to banter with him. But now you seemed vulnerable, and he didn’t want to take advantage of that. 

“It’s not just you, I promise.” He was being honest. This was the calmest and most genuine conversation the two of you had ever had. “I find them all pretty intimidating.” 

Your eyebrows raised at his confession. How could he possibly be intimidated by these people?

“Really? But you’ve known them for so long. You all are so close.” 

“Close doesn’t mean you can’t be a little intimidated,” he replied. It might not make much sense, but it was the truth. 

“I mean Hotch is always stonewall and silent, no matter what you say to him. And don’t even get me started on Morgan.” He joked, knowing you would understand. 

You lightly chuckled at his joke. “I get what you mean.” You were starting to understand him more. You thought it was ironic that one of the team members you were first intimidated by was also intimidated by the team. Now he was starting to seem less intimidating or annoying and more approachable. You kinda liked seeing this new side of Spencer. 

“I guess I’ve always been like that. Worried to get to know people or open up.” You weren’t entirely sure why you were telling him this, but you knew he would understand. 

"I think when you're afraid of being hurt or judged or misunderstood by people, you try to keep your guard up." He told you, speaking from experience. From a young age until now, he's always felt misunderstood. 

"And I think...maybe that's why you're on edge with me? You're not sure what to expect from me."

“Are you profiling me?” You asked jokingly. Spencer however thought you were serious and you noticed him tense up. 

“I’m kidding.” Your expression softened to let him know you weren’t actually accusing him of profiling you. “I’m gonna be completely honest, I’ve been on edge with you cause I thought you didn’t like me.” 

He was a bit taken off guard by your statement. But at the same time, he couldn't deny it. He didn't dislike you now, but at first, he wasn't exactly fond of you. And now he was ashamed of that.

"I didn't like you." He admitted. "I thought you were pretentious, too eager to be accepted. I think I saw you as competition." 

Spencer’s comment did sting. It was never sunshine and rainbows to hear someone doesn't like you. However, you did take note of his language. He said “didn’t,” “thought” and “saw,” all past tense. Does this mean he doesn’t dislike you now? What you did appreciate was his reciprocated honesty. You both were making some progress in your relationship and you wanted to continue it. 

“I was eager to be accepted. I wanted to feel like I belonged.” 

“I know how you feel.” He expressed his sympathy. “I regret not giving you a chance. You’re not like I thought you were.” He also appreciated seeing this different side of you.

“You’re not like I thought you were.” You admitted. 

A little smirk tugs at his lips, “So I’m not as pretentious and selfish as you thought?” 

You lightly chucked, “I never thought you were selfish, but I did think you were a ‘know-it-all’ and trying to show off.” 

Spencer really didn’t want you to think he was a show off. Sure- he had a vast amount of knowledge, but he never wanted you to think he was bragging or that he knew better than you. “I do know a lot but I promise I’m not trying to show off. I just have all this information in my head and I want to share it with people or I’m really passionate about something and want to talk about it.” 

You understood that feeling all too well. There were so many times you wanted to ramble on about things you cared about or had knowledge on, but for the most part just stayed quiet. Meanwhile, he didn't keep quiet. He would go on and on. And while almost everyone else was either rolling their eyes or trying to shut him up, you were listening intently. You didn’t want to admit it back then, but now you were feeling up to it. 

“I will admit, while I did think of you as a know it all, I found a lot of your tangents interesting.” You admitted. 

His eyebrows raised in surprise. He was so used to people dismissing him. It was nice to hear you often would listen. “Really? You didn't mind me babbling on?" He asked, relieved with your response. 

"I mean, it is something I have trouble with. I tend to talk too much.” 

“Oh Dr. Reid I am very familiar with rambling and being worried about talking too much.” You paused for a moment- considering how much more you wanted to share with him. “I know it may not seem like it because I’m always quiet around the team but.. once I get comfortable around people, I actually get very rambly”

"You do?" He asked, sounding surprised. “About what?”  

“Really anything. Mostly things I’m passionate about like you. I’ll also tend to go on tangents about memories or just things happening in my life.” 

You made your way to a bench on the patio as you spoke. Spencer followed and sat down on a chair adjacent to you. You brought your attention back to him and noticed his focused gaze on you and he quickly licked his lips, a habit you noticed he did all the time.

"You really are a lot like me. You're just quieter at first." He added, teasing you a little. While he was not one for social cues, he had the sudden urge to be bold and make a joke. "Maybe next time I see you rambling, I won't immediately contradict you." 

You dramatically dropped your jaw and placed your hand over your heart. “Wow, you really know how to give a compliment,” you said, pretending to be offended. 

He laughed with a bright grin. "I'm sorry. Let me rephrase. The fact that you're so silent and reserved makes it that much more thrilling when I find out how much of a chatterbox you actually are." He joked, being playful as before.

Your cheeky smile slightly falters for a moment. You hoped he wouldn’t notice but he did. “I think you won’t be so thrilled once I actually turn into a chatterbox around you.”

"Actually I think I would find it intriguing." He told you, looking directly into your eyes. "The quiet ones tend to be the most interesting and complex when they do end up talking."

“I’m not that interesting.”

“I beg to differ. You’re very interesting. Probably the most interesting person on the team.” 

Did he really say that? Did he mean it? Or was he just being nice? You tried not to profile him, but couldn’t help it. His body language expressed he was being honest. Uncrossed legs and arms, open palms, eye contact. The only thing you didn’t notice when studying his body language was his dilated pupils. 

“Thank you,” you smiled at his compliment, “I doubt I’m the most interesting though. You maybe, Mr. Three PHDs and can read 20,000 words per minute.” 

He smiled back at you, “Just because I'm well educated doesn’t mean you can’t be as interesting as me, if not more.” 

You couldn’t believe he was saying such nice things to you. This was the first time you guys were actually making some kind of connection.. and it felt wonderful. 

“I still can’t believe we’ve known each other for this long but are just now talking. And by talking, I mean not getting into a spat after speaking for more than 3 minutes.” You confessed with a hint of playfulness in your voice at your joke. 

“Yeah, I feel like I barely know you.” 

“What would you like to know?” You asked. 

He thought for a moment trying to think of a question to ask. You noticed once again that he licked his lips, trying to concentrate. 

“Let’s start with something simple. What’s your favorite color?” He asked. 

“Wow, I think that’s a bit too personal.” You said, voice laced with sarcasm. You tried your hardest to contain your amusement but started to smile. He smiled back at you. At first, he was always confused with sarcasm and social cues. To be honest, he still was. But he could just tell with you. He knew when you were joking and when you were being serious. He found your sense of humor amusing. 

“Yellow.” You answered. “What’s yours?” 

“Purple.” He replied. 

You intended to leave it inside your head- but a quiet “huh” made it past your lips as an idea came into focus. 

“What? Is it my choice for my favorite color?” He tried to joke with you but was also a little bit serious. 

“Oh no, it's just I thought it was interesting because those are complementary colors. You know how they are opposite on the color wheel?” You asked even though you figured he knew. 

He nodded his head, “Yes! Because they are on opposite ends of the color wheel, when they’re used together it creates a vibrant contrast and enhances visual appeal. The two colors almost balance each other out and support each other's intensity. Complimentary colors are a key component to color theory.” He suddenly noticed how long he was talking and his posture stiffened. He pressed his lips into a thin line and avoided eye contact. “Told you I talk too much.”

“And I told you that I find your rambling interesting.” 

His head perked back up at you. You genuinely wanted to listen to him. It was refreshing to talk to someone that didn’t cut him off or zone out. 

“That’s kinda like us though, don’t you think?” 

“What’s like us?” He asked confused, still thinking about the fact that you actually enjoy listening to what he has to say. 

“How our favorite colors are complimentary colors. Like you said, they support each other's intensity. When you first see them they’re opposites, but the more you look the more they compliment each other.” 

He softly smiles. “That does sound like us. The more we learn about each other, the more we find we have in common.” 

There was a short pause where you both considered his statement. You did want to know more about him. You wanted to know all of him. 

“Can I ask you a question this time?” 

“Of course.” 

“So, you're always reading. Like everywhere you go, you carry a book with you. I wanna know: what’s a book you could read over and over again and never get tired of?” You wanted to know beyond his favorite color. You wanted to get to the various  building blocks that made him the way he was. 

Spencer considered your question for a moment. Trying to go through the near infinite list of books he’s read in his life. You could tell he was concentrating on his answer because licked his lips. “Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens.” 

“Is he one of your favorite authors?” 

“Yes.” He said almost immediately, confident in his answer. 

“How come you like that book so much?” You asked.

You could see this sort of spark enter his eyes the more you asked about it. Giving him the chance to share his passions. ”Oliver Twist was one of the first books that used satire to deliver social commentary. Particularly in this book the social commentary was aimed at poverty in 19th century England. The book also quickly gained attention after its publication due to the scandalous subject matter in which crimes, such as murder, were depicted in detail.” 

Spencer finally stopped rambling and almost looked as if he caught his breath from the endless talking. But what he was met with was your undivided attention.

”That sounds really interesting, maybe one day I should give it a read.” You say with a soft smile.

“You should,” he matched your smile, but it seemed a bit more sheepish due to his brief tangent. “Have you ever read Charles Dickens before?”

You shook your head in response. “I’ve never read anything by him. I actually don’t read much. But I used to in high school.” You revealed. 

“What have you read?” He asked. He leaned slightly forward and unconsciously mirrored your body language and placed his right hand on his leg like you did yours.

“Pretty much the same books everyone else had to read for school.” You paused and tapped your fingers trying to refresh your memory.

“To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, 1984, um.. a few Shakespeare books.” You answered with the few books you could remember. 

“Which one did you like the most?” 

“I’m not sure”, you sighed and thought about his question, wanting to give him a genuine answer. “Maybe.. Macbeth. I remember finding the story interesting and I did a group project on Macbeth and Lady Macbeth's descent into madness. Like the scene where she’s hallucinating the blood on her hands.” 

Your voice started to pick up speed and volume ever so slightly. He could tell you were getting more passionate the more you spoke. Subtly displaying how you could ramble once you opened up to someone. He smiled as you continued, happy to see that you felt comfortable enough around him to let a hidden part of yourself out into the open. 

“I guess that kinda explains why I wanted to be a profiler and learn about psychology and forensics. I was interested in how Lady Macbeth's guilt manifested and caused her delusions. I wanted to understand why people did the things they did.”

“I can tell, you have this curiosity. You want to understand. Know the ‘why’. He mentally recalled the times you would express your curiosity during work. 

“Yeah, pretty much.” 

He pressed his lips in a line. “Is it- is it my turn to ask you something now?” He stuttered slightly. 

“I mean you don’t have to. It’s nobody’s ‘turn’ but you can if you want.” 

“I do.” He replied immediately. The corners of your mouth perked up into a small smile. He mirrored you.

“I may be stealing your previous question. Like you said you don’t read much. But I have noticed you listen to music a lot. I want to know a song you could listen to over and over again.” 

He was right, you often listen to music. Mostly on your way into work or on the jet, you would be wearing your signature headphones and have some playlist on. It was your own way of coping with the stress of your job. You looked down at the ground as you recalled the songs in your favorite playlist. 

“Dreams by The Cranberries.” You brought your eyes back up to face him. But what you saw was confusion in Spencer’s eyes. He tried to hide it but you knew better. “Have you heard that song?”

He did that little sideways pout you often saw him doing when he was in awkward situations.

“I’m not sure,” he replied. Spencer broke eye contact, embarrassed he didn’t know something from pop culture. 

“It’s okay. Remind me next time I have my headphones and I’ll show you.” You spoke calmly to reassure him there was nothing to be embarrassed about. 

He brought his attention back to you. Relieved to hear your gesture instead of a quip about his lack of pop culture knowledge like he was used to. 

“I will.” 

“Alright my turn.” You shifted your weight and brought your legs up to your side so your whole body could face him. “Um, it's kind of a personal question though. I’m curious about something.” 

“Go ahead. What is it?” He asked, giving you his whole undivided attention. 

“Does it ever bother you when people question your age when you say how educated you are?” 

He was somewhat thrown off by your question, but something told him you've wanted to ask him this for a while.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I wouldn’t say it bothers me. Considering I have had such an extensive education so early in my life, it’s completely understandable that someone would question how I did it at a young age.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed in response. He knew that wasn’t the answer you were looking for. 

“Can I ask you something personal?” He asked before asking his real question. He appreciated your concerns about potentially pushing a boundary and he reciprocated it. He didn’t want to break this newfound friendship- if he could call it that- by making you uncomfortable. 

You nodded your head, silently telling him it was okay.

He slightly fidgeted with his hands. “Did you ask me that because people question your age?” 

“Yes,” you answered hesitantly. “I’ve never looked my age.” 

He thought about his next question before asking. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, I’m just trying to understand. Why does that bother you?” 

“It bothers me when people don’t take me seriously. I mean I’m in my late 20s and some people still think I look fresh out of college. It hasn’t happened as often since I joined the BAU but so many people in law enforcement don’t take me seriously. People tend to think I’m too innocent to have a job like this.” You confessed to him as you avoided looking him in the eyes.

"I wouldn't say you're innocent.” His comment brought your eyes back to him. 

“But you do have a soft demeanor. It makes you approachable. If anything, those qualities are an incredible asset to this job whether it be when you're speaking to victims or their family members.” 

Even though he would often throw snarky retorts to you in the past and try to get under your skin, he always admired how good you were at your job. Of course, you were an amazing profiler and had no trouble standing against dangerous unsubs. But the way you handled incredibly sensitive situations with such calmness and comfort with others was admirable. During cases with children, you were able to ease their worries and provide a safe space.

“While you are very sweet and shy, I would never call you innocent.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at his compliments. You felt understood hearing his affirmation. It also warmed your heart to hear that he thought so highly of you. Especially since the last few weeks, you thought he hated your guts. Although- his comment did make you more curious about how you were perceived. “Half the time I don’t realize how shy I am or how I present myself,” you weakly chuckled.

“There were actually a lot of ways to deduce that you're shy,” he matched your lighthearted tone but also kept a sense of seriousness to prove he was being genuine.

“Was it the fact that I was sitting by myself and scared to talk to them?” You half joked as you figured that’s what he was going to imply.

"That was part of it, yes. But besides that, it was the way you often avoid direct eye contact, and the tone of your voice. It's gentle and low, as if you're afraid of coming on too strong.” He was too caught up in his thoughts and observations to realize how much he was divulging. “You keep your distance and your words are always measured or not overly assertive. Almost like if you do come off assertive you will receive backlash." 

When he met your eyes again, he noticed how frozen you were. On the outside you didn't reveal much, simply had a stoic expression. He knew you better than that. He knew that he had hit a nerve and started to panic that he went too far. He had finally wrecked this slowly growing friendship like he thought he would, by being himself. 

“Wow, yeah that sounds pretty spot on,” you agreed. You sounded soft spoken and played with your hair again, of course without your knowledge.      

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He abruptly spattered in a panic.

“No it’s okay really,” you interrupted trying to reassure him. “I just didn’t expect you to be so ... correct.” 

He pressed his lips into a thin line, relieved he didn't mess things up, but still slightly worried he had left you feeling exposed. "I guess I'm just good at noticing things about people,” he shrugged.

“You forget, we get paid to notice things about people,” you joked with him, trying to make him feel better by lightening the situation. Of course, it worked. 

"That's true." He chuckled and paused for a moment to consider. Then he continued with his profile of you. 

"It's just the way your voice softens whenever you become uncomfortable, almost whispering or lowering in tone. Or your nervous habits, like when you play with your hair." It was a gesture he was pretty keen on catching.

You suddenly were very aware of the fact you were playing with your hair. You quickly dropped your hands and crossed your arms. 

"It's not bad that you do that, you know,” his voice had a slight crack in it. “It's just something you do subconsciously." He told her, trying to be comforting.

“Do you wanna know something you do subconsciously?” You asked, your voice with a hint of teasing. You decided that if he was going to profile you, you were going to profile him back. 

He noticed your tone and that you had gained a bit more confidence. "Sure, hit me." He said as he awaited your reply with curiosity and interest.

“You poke your tongue out a lot or lick your lips. Most of the time when you’re concentrating or lost in thought. Which means you definitely need to start using chapstick. I’ve seen you do it a lot since we’ve been out here.” You explained.

"So, are you telling me my lips are dry?" He replied playfully, his grin widening.

“They probably are,” you lightly laughed at the silliness of his question. He laughed along with you and subconsciously went to lick his lips again, but caught himself.

“I'm gonna be thinking about this so much more now,” he confessed. 

“Consider it payback for pointing out how much I play with my hair when I'm anxious. I don’t know what to do with my hands now,” you remarked as you dramatically waved your hands in the air.                                 

“Sorry,” he awkwardly apologized.

“I already told you it’s alright. You're not the only one who analyzes behavior. I’ve noticed plenty of things you do and why you do it.” 

“Like what?” He furrowed his eyebrows, curious what particular things about him you had profiled. He noticed something though. The confidence you once had, had washed away after you collected your thoughts.  

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you stated.

"You won’t make me uncomfortable,” he responded almost immediately. “I promise. I really want to know.”

You took a deep breath before explaining your observations. “You desperately want to be heard. You love to share the endless knowledge you have, but when someone walks away or cuts you off your reaction is almost that of deflating. And when someone does show a bit of interest in what you have to say your voice perks up and almost cracks with excitement. Then you talk a lot faster, probably a mixture of excitement and as a way to keep the other person engaged and to not lose their attention.” 

Spencer carefully listened to every word you said. Not a single deduction was false. You had read him like a book in the short time you knew him. You noticed something about him that most of the team couldn’t pick up on. 

"You're right about everything,” he said with a soft tone. Almost everyone interrupted him, you never did. This got him thinking. Of course everyone on the team made observations about each other, they’re profilers of course. However, he wondered why you had made so many about him. 

"Are you always this observant about everyone? And I mean everyone. Or is it just me that gets the special treatment?" He asked his last question with a hint of a teasing tone.

You scoffed, “yeah right, like you get special treatment.” You thought about your response, not wanting to reveal too much.

“I guess I might have paid attention to you because you were the only one who was so closed off to me. I wanted to know why. I wanted to know who you were even if you weren’t going to tell me.” 

He was right, you were paying him special attention. The fact that you wanted to know who he was despite his closed off nature revealed enough. 

“So you admit it, I get special treatment?" He cheekily asked. 

“Oh shut up,” you retorted. 

“Make me.”

Your lips pursed, holding back a smile. 

Spencer noticed you were trying to hold back a smile and found it endearing. He also noticed something else about your reaction. You were blushing. You blushed as a result of his taunting. He got lost in the thought of you blushing from him. 

“Something you wanna share with the class?” You teased. 

He didn't want to admit it, not yet at least. He wanted to make you sweat just a little bit and get a reaction out of you. 

"I'm curious about something. Could you tell me what would cause someone's cheeks to flush?" He tried to seem genuine but of course he came off with a hint of cheekiness. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. You were completely oblivious to your red face and were confused by his random inquiry. 

“Are you questioning my profiling skills?” You lightly scoffed, not knowing what his true intentions were.

"No, not exactly. I just want to know what you think.”

Your expression changed to one of confusion but also amusement. You decided to play along with his little game.

“Well psychologically blushing could mean a multitude of things. Embarrassment, stress, anxiety, attraction.” While your voice stayed consistent, he noticed the change in your breath and how your eyes darted away from him. It was a brief expression, but he caught it. He got the answer he was looking for.

"And which one of those can explain why you’re blushing?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked as he leaned closer to you.

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened. You shifted your weight in your seat and touched your cheeks. “I’m not blushing..” You ignored his question.

"You are.”

You sighed and stood up, “Well if I am it’s probably because you just pointed it out and I’m embarrassed.” 

"Oh, really?" He taunted and followed you. "I think that you might be blushing for a different reason."

You bit your lip out of frustration and crossed your arms. “Are you profiling me Spencer?” 

"Maybe I am,” he smirked. "I would say that maybe you've been so interested in me that you've been paying a lot of attention. That's why you took note of so many of my habits and behavior." 

Your face got redder and you started playing with your hair again. You huffed, “I told you before, the reason I paid attention to you was because I didn’t know you.”

"Sure, but you pointed out how you kept noticing I licked my lips. Why were you looking at my lips in the first place?"  

You were caught between a rock and a hard place. “Why are you so interested in why I’m blushing or looking at your dumb face anyway? Why do you care so much?” You asked defensively. 

He couldn’t respond, he froze up. 

“I mean, you question why I pay so much attention to you but here you are doing the same thing to me. Trying to read me like a book,” you accused. 

He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I guess we're both curious about each other."

“I guess we are,” you responded. You saw his cheeks turn pink in reaction to your questioning. “Look who’s red now.”

If his face could even get redder, it did. For a man that could probably say a thousand words a minute, it seemed like none of them could fall from his lips. 

It was your turn to smirk. “I can’t believe I’ve managed to leave you speechless. Never thought that would happen.”

"Shut up,” he sheepishly scoffed. 

“Make me.”

Spencer felt his stomach flutter, he smiled bashfully at your mimicking his own teasing. The seconds passed and neither of you spoke, neither of you had words. Both of you in your own heads. In your head, you got a stroke of confidence. You didn't know where it came from, maybe the teasing, maybe the fact that you had him speechless. But you took it and ran with it.

”Maybe the reason you wanted to know why I was blushing so badly, is the same exact reason I was blushing,” you mumbled. 

The realization hit him in waves. You just admitted to the very thing he was trying to get out of you in the first place. He was speechless once again, but this was different. He stared at you with a stunned look, not knowing what to do. 

You took his blank expression as a negative reaction, thinking you came off too strong. You slowly backed away from him, regretting putting yourself out there. 

“Sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Just forget it.” You turned around to go back inside but felt something on your wrist. You turned around and saw Spencer had grabbed your wrist to stop you. His eyes wide and breath heavy.

"No. Don’t,” he begged. 

"Really?" You whispered softly. 

He smiled, "yes. Please don't take it back."

You smiled back at him bashfully. Spencer’s reaction make your stomach do backflips, but it made you wonder. 

"Can I ask, why did you pay such close attention to me? 

He released his light grasp on your wrist and instead placed your hand in his. "I couldn't stop analyzing every single detail about you. I wanted to know you inside and out. There was something about you that felt intoxicating. After every time I spoke to you, even if it was just us bickering or arguing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” 

He looked down at your joined hands and started to rub his thumb over your hand. You looked up at him and smiled, glancing at his lips. “Well you definitely must be thinking about something now, you licked your lips.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. You made him feel like he was on full display, like he was a book that only you could read. 

He slightly blushed at your comment. “I am. Can you guess what I'm thinking about?"

You grabbed his other hand with yours as a smirk grew on your face, “How close we are. How it’s probably driving you crazy..” You nearly whispered the last part as you leaned closer to him, “how I’m making you crazy..”

"You do.” Spencer wrapped one of his arms around your waist and placed his hand on the small of your back. A shiver ran down your spine as his hand touched your back. Of course, he could tell and was light headed by the effect you had on him. He’d never felt so intoxicated by someone before. “You’ve made me a mad man ever since I met you.” 

Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

“What about you?” He asked. “Do I make you crazy?” 

You glanced between his eyes and his lips. 

“Yes..”

It was like you both were on the exact same wavelength. You both dove in at the same time and slammed your lips together. Both of you just so desperate to get a taste of the other. The kiss was tender and passionate, with no single person in control. You both moved together in synced motions. All of the arguments, all the tension that had been slowly building up could be released.

When you finally parted, Spencer rested his forehead against yours. You felt his airy breath as he tried to come back down to earth. You placed a hand on his face and stroked his cheek with your thumb. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks,” he breathed. 

“I can tell,” you chuckled. “what’s stopping you from doing it again?”

“Do you want me to?” He asked desperately. 

You placed your other hand on the back of his neck, “I love hearing you talk.. but shut up and kiss me.

Before today he never liked the idea of you telling him what to do. But now, he was at your mercy. He didn’t hesitate and locked your lips with his once again. You both melted together like lovesick teenagers. But moments like these of course don’t last forever. 

The sound of the patio door opening fell deaf on both your ears. It wasn’t until you heard Derek Morgan that you both pulled away from each other. 

”What’s going on out here?” Derek questioned with a smirk. 

You and Spencer couldn’t speak, too frozen to react. 

His grin only grew, “My man,” he chuckled as he glanced at Spencer.

“Don’t kill each other while you're out here.”  Derek left the way he came and closed the patio door. 

You sighed, “He’s gonna tell someone isn’t he?”

“Yup”

~

He made his way back to his coworkers with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “What’s got you all happy?” Emily asked. 

“Looks like our two angry birds are now two love birds,” he answered. 

“What? What are you talking about?” Penelope sprinted over as fast as she could with her heels. 

“How I just caught Reid and Y/N making out.”

The room exploded with chaos at the reactions to his news.

JJ, who was standing off to the side with Hotch, furrowed her eyebrows, “I thought they hated each other?” 

Hotch glanced towards the patio door and saw the light shadow of two figures. “No they don't. Not really.” 

[theblackcatwitch]

Braver Together

(Should've Known Better Part Two)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K

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a/n is at the end of the post.

When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.

But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.

His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.

You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.

Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.

Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.

Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.

Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.

But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.

You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.

There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.

Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.

At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”

Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.

So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.

Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.

For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.

After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug. 

Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”

He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”

All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.

Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.

You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.

He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.

Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back. 

“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”

You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.

How ironic was that?

It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.

Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.

Maybe it already did.

After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.

You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.

The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.

You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.

There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.

And it was liberating.

But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.

You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.

You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.

Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.

You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.

You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.

Kol went on, “He never has-”

This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”

“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”

You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”

“Kol-”

“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him. 

Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.

You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”

You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.

But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.

For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.

“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.

This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.

When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.

It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time. 

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.

Until it started to rain.

You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.

Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.

Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him. 

A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.

“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.

You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?

You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.

The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.

Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.

Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.

He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”

He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”

You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.

This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”

“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.

“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”

“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”

“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”

There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.

Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.

And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.

You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there. 

Or maybe you were wrong.

You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.

Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.

Was love worth it if felt like this?

You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.

So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.

This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.

Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.

You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.

Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.

“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.

“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless. 

Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted. 

You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.

A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”

Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?

Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.

He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.

Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.

And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.

Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him. 

After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.

You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.

The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.

You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.

Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol. 

The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.

You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.

You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.

You were together. 

And for now, that was more than enough.

When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.

Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.

The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.

You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around. 

Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled. 

You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.

You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband—this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.

This was wrong.

But it felt so right.

You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?

Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.

You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.

Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.

There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.

A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”

You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”

He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.

You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.

Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.

You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.

But that just made little moments like these all the more special.

After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.

Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.

You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.

So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.

Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.

But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.

And he did everything he could to give you just that. 

It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger. 

This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.

He was always brave enough for the both of you.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.

Brave enough for the both of you.

You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.

This was real.

This was real.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.

This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.

You wanted to be brave, too.

So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.” 

You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?

What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?

And you were living.

Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.

You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.

And Hope would’ve never been born.

Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.

She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them. 

For her.

You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.

The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.

You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.

It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.

Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.

You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.

He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.

Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.

So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.

The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.

It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.

Because it wasn’t real.

You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.

But he made it look real.

He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.

Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.

Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”

Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”

1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.

You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.

He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.

You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.

And he knew that, too.

“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.

“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.

So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.

Like he was getting ready to let you go.

You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.

It was time for your story to end.

You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.

“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.

But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.

You would.

You were gonna be happy with him.

And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.

But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.

Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.

Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.

“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”

You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.

She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.

But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.

“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.

“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”

She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”

It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?

What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”

Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“Always and forever, little one.”

While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.

He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.

Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.

One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.

But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.

Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.

Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.

If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.

Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.

You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.

He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.

He wanted to make those dreams come true.

“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.

He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.” 

A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.

This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.

He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.

Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.

It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?

You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”

“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.

“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”

“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”

“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”

He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”

You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”

He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”

You raised a brow. “Quiet?”

“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”

You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.

He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”

That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.

Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”

He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.

You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better. 

“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”

“Y/N-”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”

He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”

You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”

“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”

“Kol-”

He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”

A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?

You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?

You just wanted to be happy.

So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”

And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.

When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.

You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.

Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.

North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.

That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.

You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.

It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.

Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.

Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.

Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.

Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.

You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.

The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.

Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave. 

There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.

You owed it all to your bravery.

And you owed it all to Kol’s.

But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.

You were braver together.

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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!

[theblackcatwitch]

hello !! i was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers angst with a happy ending fic with klaus and gender neutral reader??

Always and Forever.

Being Klaus Mikaelson’s best friend has its issues lets say. You know with the permanent target on my back and his siblings always needing me to sort him out. It gets a little ridiculous. But i kinda signed up for it so eh what you gonna do?

Im a werewolf, Klaus and i met through Hayley when she wanted me to help look after Hope. Once Hope was born the Mikaelsons began taking out their enemies one by one so that when Hope grows up she can be safe. I’m an emotional support animal for them most of the time and i got used to that role. They all tell interesting stories anyway as they’re like a million. Klaus has just always been my favourite though, like have you seen him?? yea he’s fucking hot. Accent? to die for. He paints his feelings and is a great dad, if i didn’t know he was a psychotic serial killing original hybrid id be screaming husband material…sooo

So i have like a teensy crush on him. It’s not like im gonna get with him though, its just a you’re cute and i see you all the time and you make me blush and make me feel butterflies in my stomach and i think about you all the time kind of thing you know?

doesn’t matter. Anyway… right now im sat with hope in the play room. We’re both sat on a big beanbag reading kids books, she’s learning how to read and spell so it’s fairly amusing listening to her pronounce it.

Halfway through the book there was a loud slamming and a mix of all the siblings yelling, Klaus’s being the most heard as usual

“hope honey? you keep reading okay? im gonna be right back yea?” i told her and hiss her temple

“bye bye y/n, don’t get mad at dada he gets sad when your mad” i smiled at her and waved as i closed the door so she couldn’t hear the argument

i made my way down the stairs and to the main room where Klaus was pointing a dagger at Rebekah while Elijah was cautiously making his way closer to Niklaus

“ah shit” i whispered but they all heard me and heads turned to me. Klaus visibly gulped and hesitated when on his grip of the dagger, he didn’t like me to see his violent side knowing that i was someone who actually liked him it scared him that i would leave too

“love, you need to go back with Hope for a bit please.” i kept my eyes trained on his as i neared the situation, Elijah took a step towards Rebekah so they could make a run for it when Nik was in a less aggressive position

“can we talk about what you want to do before you do it? Hopes waiting for you, she wants to read you a story, she’s getting really good at her big words now” i could see his face softening, he glanced at the floor for a second before nodded stiffly, i put my hand out and he dropped the dagger into it, the other siblings sped out of the room immediately.

i took his hand and lead him up the stairs i stopped outside the play room and looked at him for a moment

“you can’t go in mad you know that…” he kept his eyes down as he nodded, it was then that he sniffed and i noticed the tears in his eyes

“hey, it’s okay, come on, come here” i brought to his room instead and sat him down on his bed, i put the dagger somewhere on his shelf and moved to lay down on his bed, i tugged his arm making him lay with his head on my shoulder and his arm across my body while he curled into my side. i pet his hair and rubbed his back

“don’t be sad honey, you’re too pretty to pout” i felt his tears hit my skin and held him tighter

“i can’t keep either of you safe, not…you and not Hope, i c..i can’t” i kissed his head softly and squeezed his arm

“you are doing such a great job nik, Hope and i both know how hard you’re working, everyone is gonna keep her safe, you are doing so well, i promise you that” he made a little noise, somewhat like a whimper that i don’t think he meant to let out

“but you’re not safe, you’re never safe anymore. It’s because of me and we both know that” i shook my head and sat us both up, i cupped his face between my hands and stroked his stubble

“im here by my choice, i want to be here. You don’t need to worry about me okay?” tears seemed to never stop falling from his pastel blue eyes

“i can’t lose you” he whispered making my heart break, i brought his face closer to mine and kissed his forehead

“you won’t, im staying”

“you promise?”

“you want me to give you my word all Elijah style?”

he laughed at that and nodded resting his head against mine

“i, as an honorary Mikaelson, give you, Niklaus Mikaelson, my very special, ultra powerful word that i will never, ever leave you. I love you.” he was smiling wide and laughing

“mmm that was very ultra specially powerful i must say, and i love you too” i laughed with him and wrapped my armed around his neck

“mm yes Mr Mikaelson only the uttermost best for you, my lord” i spoke in a mocking accent and threw my head back dramatically

“you are amazing you know that?” he spoke in a hushed tone and i nodded with a warm smile

“I love you.” his face was serious as he said it making me giggle

“uhuh i love you too we say it all the time” he shook his head and pulled me closer

“you don’t understand, i love you, not like you’re my friend and i love you like, i want to be with you and marry you love you!” he didn’t give me a chance to respond before his lips were on mine, i kissed back as fast as possible as we melted against each other

“i love love you too Nik, remember if you marry me its gotta be always and forever though and i expect a ring” he chuckled to that and nodded hastily

“ the best ring, the best dress, the best everything for you my love, always and forever”

i was smiling ear to ear as i nodded

“We need to go see Hope”

“I think she’s listening at the door..”

little giggles sounded through the room as she launched herself at us both

“i wanna be a flower girl!!”

we all stayed up late reading stories with hope and looking at engagement rings, supernatural war or not, we would stay together. Always and forever.

[theblackcatwitch]

Can u write something about the reader complaining about how klaus never talks to her about his issues so one day he ends up opening up to her about mikael and stuff when he was a kid and the reader comforts him?

What does it mean to be a man?

Klaus stormed straight up the stairs when we got home.

He, Elijah and Rebekah had just faced Mikael, their father.

Hayley and I had been with the wolves and with Hope to make sure Mikael couldn’t get to her.

We all returned to the abattoir when we got the call that it was safe and the silence that over took the home was heavy.

Hayley took Hope up to bed, Rebekah went off to find Marcel and Elijah took a seat with a glass of scotch. I debated going straight after Klaus but decided he needed a moment.

So I sat opposite Elijah and began to think.

“Elijah? May I ask you something?” I questioned quietly and he looked up to me in response

“What did Mikael…do to him?” I asked lowering my voice “I know that he was a bad man but I mean, was it verbal or physical or…” I trailed and Elijah stood up

“Physical mostly, you would have to ask Niklaus, I don’t think he would want you to hear it from anyone other than him. It’s a very emotional topic for him and well…he doesn’t exactly handle those well” he concluded and I nodded

“Do you think he would be upset with my asking?”

“He trusts you, more than he trusts most. Perhaps he won’t share it all but some is better than none” he replied

“Thank you Elijah” I whispered with a weak smile before heading to the stairs.

I went into our room but Klaus wasn’t in there. I frowned and sat on our bed, I listened for a moment before hearing a sniffling coming from the bathroom door. I stood slowly and cautiously made my way over, careful to not made sound to hear. He was whispering inaudibly to himself and clearing his throat.

I gave a light knock to the door before twisting the handle and opening it. He turned his head to me, his eyes were red and lashes wet but I didn’t mention it. He was only in his boxers for bed and his skin was clean from any blood.

“You okay?” I asked gently and he nodded before walking toward me. A kiss was pressed to my forehead, his hand found mine and he pulled me over to our bed.

“How was it with Hope in the bayou?” He questioned, his throat was croakier than normal and he tried to clear his throat again to get rid of it but it didn’t seem to work.

“It was okay, it’s muddy out there even in the summer but Hope had fun with the other kids” I told him while he pulled my shirt and shorts off so I was only in my underwear. “Did everything go smoothly with your- with Mikael? You took a little longer than we thought” I asked nervously. His eyes darted away from mine as his jaw clenched and he leaned forward to grab his top that I had worn to bed last night.

“It was…not great” he replied shortly.

He pulled the top over my head and I pushed my arms through the sleeves. He glanced to my eyes before shifted under the covers and opening his arm for me to slot beside him.

I moved down and into his hold, wrapping an arm around his torso and kissing his shoulder “what happened?” I asked and he sighed

“He was just going on about nothing” he muttered

“Well like what?” I pressed but I could feel his body shuffling uncomfortably as his tongue wetted his lips

“It doesn’t really matter now” he mumbled, “it’s been and done, no need to cry over spilt milk”

“I think this is a little more than spilt milk Klaus” I whispered

“It’s in the past” he muttered “it doesn’t mean anything now”

“Then why are you holding me like I’m going to disappear?” I asked while now being held tight against him, his arms were strong around me and his heart was going faster.

He didn’t respond and I sighed, I kissed his neck softly and felt his face against my hair

“It’s okay to cry sometimes” I whispered

“I don’t need to cry” he mumbled quietly

“Yes you do, everyone does” I murmur “and that’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove”

He remained silent again. I began to trace patterns onto his back and waited a moment as I heard him swallow thickly and sniff lightly

“You will always be more of a man than he ever was” I whispered and he tensed somewhat

“He was always seen as a strong man” he murmured quietly, “in our village, when we were humans, he was seen as higher up”

I hummed in acknowledgment, not wanted to ask too many questions yet.

“He was good with a sword…and with an arrow, he was an excellent hunter.” He continued “he just…he wasn’t an excellent father”

“Was he cruel to all of you?” I asked and he paused a moment

“Yes…Rebekah not as much, it was very frowned upon to lay a hand on a girl even then. The village was small, he wouldn’t risk that kind of chat going around. Besides I don’t think any of us would have let him touch her” he explained

“But you, Kol, Elijah and Finn?”

“Finn was their angel, both my mother and father. Kol was smart, which is a stupid sentence but he knew how far he could push things. He knew how to get away with things. His was more verbal” he muttered, he paused more a moment and pulled me closer “Elijah was one of mother’s favourites, she adored him and tried to reason with Mikael to leave him be. He mainly only got hit if he defended me”

“Why you?” I asked confused “he didn’t even know you weren’t his until later?”

“I don’t…I don’t know” he whispered, his voice growing quieter “he just…despised me”

We remained silent for several more minutes, my fingers played with the baby hairs at the top of his neck while his face nuzzled my hair.

“I’m gonna turn the light off so we can go to sleep okay?” I whispered as I pulled away from his embrace. I leaned behind me and flicked the lamp off before turning back to him. His eyes were concentrated on pillow beside him in a daze. I laid back down and faced opposite him, my hand brushed over his hair gently while I listened to him sigh out and his lashes flutter. “I love you Niklaus” I whispered to him, his gaze was on mine in an instant with water building up over his eyes to have a glossy affect. I smiled sadly at him as his jaw clenched to keep his tears at bay. My hand held the side of his face and my thumb wiped the stray tear that ran down the side of his nose.

“I love you more” he uttered as a few more tears escaped his eyes and he curled forward so his face was facing down. His hands tugged the duvet to hide the majority of his face.

I ducked under the covers with him and moved closer, I pressed my lips to his forehead before pulling his face to rest against the top of my chest. He let out a hot breath of air before releasing a quiet sob, my eyes closed as I stroked through his curls. “He can’t hurt you anymore” I told him quietly

“He hurts me every day” he cried “I’m just like him sometimes” he choked “I hurt people”

“Not like he did, you are nothing like him. Not ever.” I disagreed while shaking my head “look at how you are with Hope, you would never, never harm her” I reminded “you protect her because you love her unconditionally”

“Why couldn’t he love me like that?” He sobbed and my heart squeezed in pain

“Because he should never have been a father. There are certain people in the world who are just cruel and should not be blessed with souls like yours in their lives”

His head shook as he clutched onto the shirt I wore. “I’m sorry” he whispered

“For what?” I asked confused

“For pushing you away” he mumbled “I didn’t mean to make it so hard to love me”

“None of that matters to me” I promised him “I knew that you struggled, I knew what I was doing. And everything is okay now isn’t it?”

“I would never hurt you” he whispered

“I know that” I reassured “did…did Mikael hurt your mother too?” I asked timidly

“No…I think maybe he manipulated her but he didn’t touch her”

“Did she hurt you? Apart from the curse?” I questioned unsure

“She…she weakened me and damaged my self worth. She stood by my father when he abused me and said nothing. I will never forgive her for leaving me to suffer at his hands, she knew what he did to me”

“What did he do to you?” I asked gently “if you don’t mind my asking” I added quickly

“He humiliated me. All of the time, he made sure I was seen as weak and insignificant to everyone that knew of our family. And then he would beat me if I ever suggested I was more than a rug for him to wipe his feet on.” His frown had deepened, his tone sounding a little angrier rather than sad at the memories “I was never good at anything, I squished berries to make art instead of hunting. I was a less than a man in his eyes, and I still am despite all I have accomplished. I am stronger than he is and yet he still sees me as worthless” he continued, my hand stroked his face as he spoke to calm his swarm of emotions.

“You know that he’s wrong though, right?” I checked quietly and he remained silent

“You are strong, yes, but being vulnerable sometimes doesn’t make you any less a man” I told him firmly “do you remember what you said that one time? That you are the thing lesser men fear?” I asked and he breathed out a laugh and nodded “well I believe that still stands to be true” I murmured and kissed his cheek “you are much more than any other, you always have been. Do not doubt that” I told him “Do not ever doubt yourself again because of one pathetic excuse of a person.”

[theblackcatwitch]

can u pls write a grumpy x sunshine trope with klaus, but reader is the grumpy one

@klaustopia thank uuu for the moodboard to use 💜💜^^

Fuck. Off.

Klaus is known to be a little moody and grumpy sometimes, his siblings in particular grew used to seeing him in such a way.

It was certainly a shock when he began being smilier, curtains open to let in the sun as his face lit up to read the text he’d just received.

“Something funny Nik?” Rebekah asked irritated with the childish giggles leaving his lips every few minutes. He didn’t respond only left the room with a grin.

Soon after the Mikaelsons learnt of a girl. Y/n. They were somewhat excited as a family to meet her, they expected someone energetic and bouncy seeing how cheerful their brother had been. They were not expecting a sarcastic grumpy bitch to show up lounging around their house like she owned it.

Rebekah’s enthusiasm to go shopping with her was short lived after going through her wardrobe

“Your clothes are all far too big for you? And the colour scheme… where’s the colour?” She asked with a frown and y/n rolled her eyes before ushering the blonde out.

Elijah stood in the kitchen mildly concerned seeing Niklaus adding vanilla syrup to the latte he was making as the toaster went off and he picked out two marshmallow flavoured pop-tarts. He hurried over to his lover and presented it with a pleased smile

“Thank you Nik” she praised as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

He continued to watch as she fed him some of the pop tart and lightly patted his hair

“You look pretty today” she told him watching his eyes light up.

Elijah walked away in confusion.

Kol was thoroughly amused by the back to front dynamic as he watched his older brother receive head scratches while being lead against a girl who looked as though she might stab someone.

“Awe is Klausy laying with his mommy?” Kol asked in an overly sarcastic tone, crouching down to prod Klaus’ cheek.

Y/n felt the hybrids mood dampen as he sat up and cleared his throat. She felt her anger grow seeing his embarrassment and without thinking had punched Kol straight on the nose. He stumbled several paces back, shock written all over his face as he grabbed his nose.

Silently she pulled Klaus back to his led down position and stroked his hair with purpose, a glare fixed on Kol while Klaus snuggled her with a smug grin. The second Kol went to yell at her she gave him a deathly stare

“Fuck. Off.” She seethed and he did so quickly.

Klaus often found himself watching his lover sleep, seeing the soft innocence on her face was calming. The pissed off look she gave him when she woke up to his staring at her was not.

“What the fuck do you want?” She mumbled and he breathed a laugh

“I was just admiring you, my love.” He told her with a smile. Her hand pushed him away by his forehead and he grumbled

“Go ‘way” she muttered kicking his leg when he trued to spoon her

“Just let me hold you” he whined attempting to pull her close but was elbowed on the abdomen effectively winding him.

The noise of distress had her blindly reaching behind her to pat his cheek

“Remember when i told you to go away and you didn’t? Yeah. Next time go ‘way” she told him before pulling the blanket completely off of him. Once she was asleep he managed to squeeze back into the duvet and curl himself around her without her waking.

She chose not to comment in it when she woke again.

One think Rebekah was glad for was that y/n didn’t mind having her nails done. It was something the girls could ‘bond’ over.

Sometimes Elijah would just silently sit in the same room as her and read his book. Though each time he peeked over he found her sat holding her phone in a way that had her middle finger on display. He was not amused.

Kol was still learning to ‘fuck off’

Each time he made a comment on her and Klaus’ relationship y/n managed to do something that ruined his day or physically harmed him.

Klaus would practically purr seeing his lover stand up for him, to have someone- although not always showing it- love him.

Sometimes he would try to get her to smile, seeing how far he had to push it. Apparently taking her a fairground was not his best idea. A child spilt a slush puppy on her and the way she looked at the kid had Klaus immediately rushing them home

“Let’s not kill the child” he muttered while dragging her away

“Little shit deserves it”

One thing that rewarded him with a smile was dates. A simple blood red rose handed to her as he stood before her all tuxed up and fancy. How could she not smile at him?

Sometimes she realised how hard it must be for him to put up with her lack of acknowledgment and would spend the occasional day zeroing her focus on him

“You know that i love you, yes?” She asked almost softly and his eyes flicked to hers with a nod

“I love you too” he expressed as she took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his…

[theblackcatwitch]

a friends to lovers klaus x gn! reader where klaus overhears reader ranting to their friend about how in love with him they are?

Pretty boy

I was in the kitchen making cookies, majority of the mix was in the oven while i sat on the counter with the bowl and spoon eating the remains. I was on face-time with my friend chatting about everything and nothing. Everyone else was out for a while so i had the house to myself

“sooo… speaking of romantic love interests…how’s the blonde one you hang around with” my friend asked wiggling their eyebrows suggestively

“mhm Rebekah?” i asked acting uninterested

“oh yea sure Rebekah, no. You know who i mean, what’s his name Nik?” they asked giggling

“he wouldn’t like you calling him Nik, he prefers Klaus” i muttered and licked the spoon glancing at the ground

“but he lets you calk him Nik right? Why is that again?” i sighed and dropped off the counter making my way to the sink to wash up the mess i had made

“probably because i don’t leave him alone, honestly he probably finds me unbelievably annoying” i heard my friend grumbling quietly before speaking up

“oh come on you know he loves you as much as you do him! You’re always going on about how he makes you stay home to ‘keep you safe’ like cmon, or what when he gives you paintings? oh oh! When you wear his clothes because he ‘gave them to you’ like take a hint?? He likes you, no, loves you. Just kiss him already you’ve waited this long” i filled the sink with warm soapy water and put the objects in to soak before sitting back up on the counter

“he’s got a lot going on right now, i don’t want to burden him with my feelings” i glanced to see my friend with their arms crossed and frowning

“they’re still your feelings. They should be heard not kept inside”

“i know…but…he just, he doesn’t feel the same okay?” i mumbled picking at my nails

“he could do” they persuaded

“but might not so it’s not really worth the heart break and the awkwardness and the embarrassment y’know? somethings are best left unheard” i nodded to myself and ignored my friends disappointment expression

“alright you can keep hiding it from him but at least just say it out loud, for your own piece of mind and mine, i wanna hear you say it” they sounded giddy and i saw them smiling on the screen

“you’re so childish i swear, but fine whatever. I sort of..kind of like-“

“don’t lie”

“-love him. I love him” i corrected

“who?”

“Klaus or Nik, Niklaus. I love Niklaus.” i admitted slowly

“why?”

“he’s got a good heart, he doesn’t always really show it, sometimes he can be…cruel and ruthless but in the end he always does it for a reason. He’s a family person, i admire that, he would do anything for them. Sometimes i pretend that they all think of me as family instead of a friend cuz i know that if i was that all of them would be there for me.” i rambled

“you’re drifting off about the family, what about him?” they continued asking

“he’s…lovely, he has this smile, he smirks most of the time but then there’s these moments when he really smiles and he just, he look so perfect, like an angel, i know that’s sort of impossible with his status but he just is. Oh and when he’s painting he goes all concentrated and focused, he’s like a giant teddy bear… His hair! have you seen his hair!? It looks so soft! It’s all curly but kinda fluffy at the same time, the urge to touch it is almost unbearable, like he’d probably bite my hand off but it might be worth it… i wonder what conditioner he uses” i was now leant against the wall with a smile on my face

“so he’s a pretty boy?” my friend asked now lead on their stomach swinging their legs back and forth with their head rested in their hands

“a very pretty boy” i agreed

“he’s got big blue eyes, sometimes he’ll give this fake innocent look and he looks like a big puppy, then when he gets mad they turn gold, he looks like magical- which like he is- you know what i mean” my friend hummed

“uhuh sure, so basically you are head over heals”

“it’s so hard loving him, one minute he’s pulled me to sit practically on top of him and the next he’s pushing me away and shoving me out the door. I don’t want to make him feel like he has to be with me… but i don’t want to face the rejection either…” i heard a throat clear and my head whipped round to see Klaus stood in the doorway. My face dropped and my heart sped up massively

“um- well…good-luck- call me! and don’t panic…or run away!” they hung up the call and i just stood there for a minute

Both of us just stayed silent for a moment, his eyes remained trained on mine as he slowly neared me with cautious steps

“love-“

“it’s not- i mean- i dont-“

“y/n-“

“it’s fine! It doesn’t even matter! i don’t know how much you heard but like-“

“most of it” he said being close enough to have both hands on my upper arms. I gulped and my face felt hot

“y/n…love… if you had just told me…”

“it’s not a big deal. i swear we can just pretend it didn’t happen, i’ll just leave you be for awhile and you’ll forget all about it” i could feel tears fall from my lashes as i shook my head trying to convince both him and myself. His face softened further and one hand slid up to my face as his thumb swiped at my tears away

“no no no, my love you don’t understand, i wanted to know, if you had told me sooner then we could have done something about it sooner”

“what?” i asked sniffling

“i’m so sorry i’ve made it hard to love me, i only pushed you away because i was worried you only saw me as a friend, i want to be with you too, i love you y/n, believe me i have for far too long”

“then why didn’t you say anything?“ i asked quietly

“i was…..afraid..i suppose, afraid that you would reject me too so-“ i cut him off by reaching up to hold the back if his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips moulded together perfectly, he responded quickly and i let my fingers wonder into his hair, his locks thicker than i thought and smooth. He breathed a laugh into my mouth before pulling away slightly

“was my hair as fluffy and soft as you’d imagined?” i laughed and nodded

“if you bit my hand off right now i wouldn’t even mind” he gave one of his rare but beautiful smiles and held me tighter

“i’m not quite sure how to top your little speech, i am very glad you think i’m pretty-“ i slapped his chest and gave him a shove

“shutup”

“i was just going to let you know that i would love to be your giant teddy bear”

“i changed my mind, i don’t love you”

“well that’s a lie isn’t it sweetheart?”

“just shut up” i whispered pulling him in for another kiss

[theblackcatwitch]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a one shot of klaus x reader. Where reader is apart of Elena’s group of friends but klaus’s mate and she’s made to choose between her friends or klaus and klaus doesn’t think she’ll choose him and tells her it’s ok but she surprised everyone and chooses klaus and betrays Elena for him

You can put as much angst as you want.

Thanks 😊

Forever

A soulmate wasn’t something Klaus had been expecting when he came to Mystic falls to break his curse. And at first the idea was ridiculous to him and he saw it as a weakness.

But there was something about her that pulled him in. Deep down he knew that she was perfect for him, and he would do whatever he had to do that he could be perfect for her too.

Even if it meant not having her.

She wouldn’t choose him, he was sure of it. Not after everything he had done to those she considered family.

Time after time he had blown up her life and every time he could feel her disappointment as she looked from him to her friends, ultimately walking away from him each and every time.

And when it was time for him to leave and go to New Orleans, he didn’t believe it was worth asking her to come with him, he was so certain that she wouldn’t want to at all.

When she found out he was leaving, her heart and soul ached. She loved her friends, she did but she also knew that they would never love her as much as she did them. Elena would always come first, compared to Elena (which she frequently was) she was nothing.

She thought that maybe Klaus would have at least mentioned it to her instead of her finding out from an overjoyed Damon.

See they spoke fairly often, even if neither of them really noticed, whenever they were in the grill minutes would turn into hours. At the ball she had seen a painting of herself which Klaus instantly became embarrassed of and ushered her down the stairs.

She knew that he wanted her, why would he leave her behind? She wasn’t sure until he came to say goodbye.

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“I’m sure you know by now that I’m leaving, I’m going to New Orleans…I uh…I’d ask you to come but I think we both know that wouldn’t happen so um..I wanted to give you some things” he whispered, his brows furrowed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was looking anywhere other than her eyes as he handed her a gift bag of sorts. “I wasn’t sure how to give it to you so um…” he let out a breath as she took it from him, her hand brushing his.

He fell quiet as she looked through the things before looking up at him in confusion “keys?”

“To my- your house” he murmured and her lips parted in surprise

“Klaus-“

“I know it’s a little much, you can sell it if you like…you can do whatever you like with it and anything you find inside. I’ve left my number on a card just incase you get a new phone and you ever need me for anything or if…well anything” he mumbled while showing her the card

He looked at her for a moment, she remained in a state of shock as she looked back at him.

Hesitantly he took a step closer to her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. His face nuzzled her hair as he closed his eyes. She returned his hug until a throat clearing drew them both back to where they were.

Klaus moved away from her, a lingering kiss on her forehead before he disappeared from in front of her.

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She hated every second he was gone.

She hated being in the grill and not being able to find him.

She hated that he wouldn’t randomly appear just to ask about her day.

She hated the way her friends spoke about him.

She hated how they blamed him for every little thing.

She hated how they called her crazy when she defended him

She hated how they hated him.

She hated that she loved him.

And not because she didn’t want to love him but because she wasn’t allowed to.

And it took her weeks to realise that the people who were supposed to be her family wouldn’t do this to her if they cared about her.

So after arguing for days, objects thrown and screams aimed at each other, she found herself in New Orleans.

She had knocked but he wasn’t in which should have told her to go away but she instead she managed to get inside and worked out which room was his.

She snooped as most people would and smiled at the array of paintings and sketches of herself. She saddened at the letters he had written to her but never sent.

Her fingers tapped along the edge of the book she had found in his room, not something she would have thought he’d read but still engaging.

Halfway in she heard the door slam downstairs and a range of angry voices before more doors were thrown open and closed. Heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs before he walked in.

His hands rubbed his eyes and pushed his hair back as he sighed. She put the book down and waited patiently for him to notice her in the room with him.

He kept his face in his hands for a moment longer making her frown and get up quietly, she silently pulled his wrists away from his face. His eyes locked on hers in an instant, his expression softening as he blinked in confusion.

“Bad day?” She asked gently and he breathed out a soft laugh as his arms circled her body. She smiled to herself as she pressed her forehead against his with a content sigh.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered though not in any way complaining

“I was hoping I could stay…if you’ll have me”

“Of course I’ll have you, you’ll stay as long as you’ll let me have you” he muttered, his nose just touching hers and their lips barely brushing each others.

“I think I’ll love you forever” she whispered and he felt a grin pill at his lips

“Then you can stay forever, for I will love you always”

And with that, their lips finally met.

[theblackcatwitch]

fight for you | m. sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x grumpy!reader | Nick and Chris Sturniolo x reader (platonic)

Summary: Where Y/N gets into a fight because of Matt.

Warning: Physical fight, blood, injuries, anger issues.

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N was leaning against her locker in the hallway of her school during a free period, just waiting for the triplets' last class to finish so they could leave.

The girl had her backpack at her feet, her eyes discreetly running over the people circling the hallway, a bored expression on her face, her body language relaxed but attentive.

Her attention to the movement led her to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two most popular and disgusting girls in school, who were a little further ahead of her with their backpacks on their shoulders and arms crossed, wearing their cheerleader uniforms as if it was the only clothes they had at home.

"I don't know how they weren't embarrassed enough to go and create a YouTube channel, it's obvious that they will never become famous, you know?" Kelly, the "lider of the cheerleaders" was talking to her friend, Jennifer, a look of indifference on her face.

"Yeah, they are so weird." Jennifer agreed, rolling her eyes as she chewed her gum annoyingly.

Y/N stared at them blankly from afar, her jaw clenched and her lips in a thin line as she felt anger rise through her body like lava.

"The worst of all is that Matt guy, he's going to be their ruin-"

That was the last straw for Y/N, her feet moved before she could process what she was doing, and before she knew it, she was behind Kelly, her right hand adorned with her recently manicured nails grabbed the girl's hair, yanking her head back. Without letting go of the bunch of hair in her hands, she used her strength to push Kelly's body towards the floor, throwing her there.

"You bitch!" Kelly shouted, catching the attention of those around her, looking at Y/N from where she was with boiling eyes, her skirt lifting a little as she tried to get up, but before she could do so, Y/N sat on her legs, trapping her so that she couldn't move.

"I'll show you who the bitch is." Y/N spoke through gritted teeth, her right hand curling into a fist and going against the face of the girl below her, smiling satisfied when she heard a pop coming from her "perfect" nose.

Kelly screamed in pain and anger, acting on impulse as she raised her hand that wasn't trying to stop Y/N from doing something again, hitting the side of her face, scratching deeply into her flushed cheek, causing a trickle of blood to run from there and down her neck, hot with anger, hitting the necklace that Matt had given her and that she hasn't taken off since.

Y/N turned her face to the side at the impact, her mouth opening in surprise and anger.

"I'll kill you." Y/N's voice came out angrily, her right hand grabbing the hair on the top of Kelly's head, lifting her head and pushing it back with some force, slamming it against the floor.

Y/N stood up after that, knowing that Kelly couldn't do anything else to her because she was disoriented, and feeling satisfied with her work.

"Do you want to be next?" She asked, looking at Jennifer with disdain as her hands touched the deep scratch, then lowered them only to see her fingers covered in blood, running her tongue through her lips tasting the metallic in there.

"You crazy bitch! You ruined my clothes!" Kelly screamed, trying to sit up with one hand while the other touched her blood-stained cheerleader blouse.

"Say Matt's name one more time and it won't just be your ridiculous outfit that will be ruined." The girl argued, shooting Kelly a look before walking over to her backpack, picking it up angrily and starting to walk towards the cafeteria, ignoring the looks of everyone around her.

Y/N knew that the triplets would be waiting for her in there after their last class, exactly because that class was the closest to the cafeteria, and all she needed most at that moment was Matt, the only one who could calm her down before she punched somebody else.

"Move." Y/N said angrily to the boy who was in front of the door, pushing him hard and entering the space, running her eyes through the place and sighing in relief when she found her boyfriend at one of the tables, accompanied by his brothers.

“Matt, isn’t that Y/N?” Nick asked from afar, staring in a certain direction with surprised eyes.

Matt quickly looked up from his phone, turning his head back, his eyes widening comically when he saw the state of Y/N, who looked like she just came out of one of the Scream franchise movies.

It didn't take long for the girl to catch up with them, sitting next to Nick and facing Matt, smiling a mischievous smile.

"What the hell happened?" Her boyfriend questioned her, his blue eyes traveling over Y/N's bloodied face, clothing, and hands.

Chris reached into one of the pockets of Nick's backpack, pulling out a package of tissues he kept there for emergencies and handing it to Matt, who opened it and leaned over the table to get better access to the wounds.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood. At least not most of it." Y/N responded, allowing Matt to bring one of his hands to her injured face, trying to clean the blood that was almost dry.

"That doesn't calm me down at all." Matt grumbled back, ignoring when Y/N winced as he ran the tissue over the scratch.

"Who and what?" Nick asked excitedly, placing his arms on the table and leaning there so that he was in Y/N's field of vision, as if it were the most amazing situation of his life, making Matt hit his leg with his foot and Chris roll his eyes.

"Kelly and Jennifer. It was about time someone put those bitches in their place." Y/N summed it up, shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing, but the look Nick was giving her made her roll her eyes. "And they talked about Matt."

Matt momentarily stopped his movements, staring at her in disbelief.

"You got into a fight because of me? Again?" He questioned, frowning. Guilt beginning to take over his heart, he didn't like seeing Y/N in fights and getting hurt, much less because of him.

"Stop being ungrateful, your girl defended your honor!" Chris exclaimed, hitting Matt on the shoulder, making him move his hand away from Y/N's face instantly, afraid of hurting her with the sudden movement caused by Chris action.

"Chris!"

"Sorry."

Matt sighed, closing his eyes and using the index finger and thumb of his right hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down.

"You know I don't like you getting into fights like that, baby. One day you're going to end up getting kicked out of school, or you're going to find someone crazier than you who is going to hurt you badly." Matt spoke softly, resting his hand with the tissue on the table as his free hand traveled to his girlfriend's face, caressing her bruise-free cheek and carefully moving away the strands of hair stuck on her face.

"I know." She whispered back, closing her eyes due to the caress and lowering her head, feeling embarrassed by Matt's gaze. "I'll try to control myself, but I can't guarantee that I'll hold back if I hear someone talking about you in that way again." Y/N spoke, looking up through her lashes.

"Did you at least break her nose?" Matt asked, looking back at her with his eyebrows raised suggestively, his hand still against her rosy cheek. Surprise passed through Y/N's eyes before she nodded proudly, a smirk growing on her face.

Nick laughed at the interaction, raising his right hand in the air towards Y/N, who did the same, completing the high five.

"Obviously I broke her nose, I almost brought all her hair as a gift too." The girl said, opening a big smile when she received a high five from Chris as well.

Matt shook his head, letting out a low laugh.

"That's my girl."

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[theblackcatwitch]

Issac Lahey x Reader : Secrets

Issac Lahey x witch!reader ;

angst ( lil' bit) ;

Issac Lahey had just one friend, i.e., you.

The poor troubled boy always had trouble in his plate with his father after his brother was slain in combat, as Mr. Lahey always blamed his younger son for the elder one's death and there was no form of physical and mental torture he didn't inflict upon.

You were Issac's neighbor and his only escape from the reality.

You both were close knit until the day he became a werewolf, thanks to Derek Hale.

You knew Issac was a werewolf he moment you watched him bump on Scott aggressively in the lacrosse field. The bite had worked.

You were a witch yourself, the bloodline from a famous coven of them, so you knew the supernaturals. And not to mention you knew Derek Hale very well, the new Alpha in town, whom you saw more as an elder brother than a wolf.

You were working with him from the shadows and even if he didn't admit it, Derek knew he wouldn't have lasted long without you, his little witchy by his side.

Although you began contemplating whether it was right to let him be a werewolf while watching Issac taking the school in a storm in leather jackets and cocky attitude.

He had completely turned his back away from you after the bite had transformed him and was hanging out more with his fellow wolves ( as expected.)

What you didn't knew is that Isaac was doing it all just because he didn't want to hurt you or face the thought of you leaving him after knowing what he had become.

You knew deep down your heart that this was bound to happen, but it couldn't stop your stupid freakin' heart from bleeding.

You love him. You love Issac Lahey. You have loved him always.

And couldn't help but be jealous of Erica and the girls Issac flirted with.

How much you wanted to run to him and tell him you know what he is and reveal what you are.

But you couldn't.

Not until it's the time too.

And you resolved to give the same cold treatment he was giving you, after that.

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A loud crash was heard as Derek dropped to the ground, unable to get up. Isaac tries to defend his Alpha by charging when Allison comes in front of him and attacks with the ring knives.

What an idiot! you scoff.

The fight and dramatics goes on for a while until you decide to step in when Gerard yells, 'Kill them all!' after his body rejects the bite due to mountain ash.

 'Phasmatos Ossox'. you mumble as your eyes glow purple and the Kanima, aka Jackson's bones start to break with huge sound and he drops Allison.

You let the spell last for a while because you don't want Jackson to die, even though you have a good amount of dislike for him.

'Y/N?' Scott gasps as you step in from the shadows.

'I had a plan too, McCall.' you smirk and send Derek a wink, who smiles smugly, standing up.

'What are you?' Allison asks, between her coughs.

'A witch, sweetheart.' you smirk, cockily. Your attitude catches everyone off guard except the Hales, who knew you were a girl with many shades.

Issac just stays rooted in his spot, shocked.

Peter scoffs in his place, 'Dearest nephew rubbed his dramatic entrances on others very well.'

At the end of the day, after all the drama, you all were in Derek's loft, with you being the centre of attraction, sitting on the table, with your legs dangling and the attitude of 'I own this place.'

'You're a witch? How come we didn't smell you? And why didn't you tell us?' Scott is the one who speaks after a long moment of silence.

'I can mask my supernatural scent very well. I always opted to stay out of trouble but couldn't help but involve when Derek became the Alpha. I owe Talia and him a lot.'

Derek smiles a bit from his spot.

Stiles screeches at the smile and turns to you, ' Why didn't you approach Issac then, when he was pushing you away? You knew right he's a were wolf!'

'Who do you think gave the idea to Derek of giving the bite to Curly?'

A ghostly smile crept on Issac's lips as he continued being silent.

Curly.

The damn old nickname.

And it flickered in him. Hope. Hope of getting you back and then you won't be refused when he'll apologize and ask for forgiveness.

' Am hungry! Der Bear, Mexican tonight!' you yell after the pack had dispersed ( after almost two hrs of interrogation), except Issac, whom you were avoiding, more clearly giving him back what he had given you.

It's going to be a long night.

But in the end, he will get you.

And he'll confess what he had been hiding for years.

[theblackcatwitch]

𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 | 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩

Sam Golbach  x Medium!Reader summary: You and the guys come to the most known hauted house to uncoverd the truth about the white witch wc: 2.6k warnings: none I think The bold parts is the esthes method. I'm not a medium so i dont know what they experient but i tried my best

Y/N POV

Today was the day i was going to participate for the first time in one of Sam and Colby videos, I always told Sam I was a bit sacred to go, because being a medium and going to these places where there is a lot of energy, and most of the time is a negative one, can be very overwhelming.

But I knew I couldn’t escape them, I mean I’m a medium, so I can sense things most of the time anyway, but now I just have to prepare myself for the negative.

I was in mine and Sam’s bedroom preparing a bag with the thing I may need, a notebook, some crystal’s for protection, and I also put other important things I need for the airport.

I hear the bedroom door opening and I saw Sam entering, I continued packing when I hear his footsteps getting closer, when they stop I felt his arms circling my waist, giving my neck a soft and long peck.

“How are doing baby?” his voice soft, comforting, “I’m okay, a bit nervous, but I’m preparing myself for the worse, that I hope doesn’t happen.” I finished packing my things and turned around to look at my favorite eyes.

He gave me a reassuring smile “Everything is going to okay, Kris is also going, and me and Colby will protect you from anything and everything” he paused before adding “Colby more than me because apparently is more intimidating to the ghost then me” his voice turned a bit goofy ate the end, and I couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew hoe to make myself feel better, lighter.

“I think we should start leaving, the plane leaves in 4 hours, and we still need to put the things in car, go to the airport and check in” I said a little bit worry that we could miss the plane.

Sam knowing how I was like immediately calm my nerves “Hey it’s okay baby, Colby is almost done putting the things in the car, all that is left is your things, and knowing how Colby drives we will be at the airport in no time.” The last part got a chuckle of me again, it’s true even if I trust Colby driving skills, sometimes he can go a bit fast.

“Okay then let’s go” before releasing me he got closer and give me a soft kiss, I prolonged the kiss, additive to the feel of is soft lips against mine.

Separating for air we looked each other in the eyes, and all I could see and feel was Love, and I hope he saw that too.

We got my things and walked downstairs towards the front door and to Colby’s car.

Finishing everything, we all got in the car to go and pick Kris up, it wasn’t long to arrive to Kriss house, maybe 10 minutes, I called kris so she could come down.

Before I know it Kris was in the car and we were going to Target to quickly get some snacks for the trip, because we for sure weren’t buying them at the airport, they would be way to expensive.

We got water, some chips, and obviously candy, but we bought all of that just when we arrive at the airport we only got some chips left.

We got checked in and I guess we got a bit early, we still have an hour to spare.

To entertain ourselves we decided to play some cards, I remember I had Uno in my bag.

“Hey guys, we’ve been playing the same game for a long time now, how about we play uno?” I smirked waving the cards up, they all got excited, “You guys are going to lose” Colby said with a deep weird voice, well I guess his competitive said just came out to play.

I can tell you now it was a very bad idea to suggest playing Uno, because 25 minutes later, Colby was arguing with Kris about how she was cheating because she can’t put more then 2+ together, Sam was trying to calm the situation down, and I decided it was a good idea to record the whole thing.

The arguing only stopped when we hear the intercom saying that our flight was about to leave I  10 minutes. We hurried to clean everything up and quickly walked towards our gate and finally got inside and the plane and sat down in our sits.

Sam was sitting next to me and Colby and kris were in the seats behind with each other.

“Hey, I love you” Sam said with so much on love in his voice it almost brought tears to my eyes, I turned my head to face him, and looking in his eyes I smiled saying “I love you too so much” I lean towards him and give him a soft peck in the lips.

“If you want you can go to sleep, it’s a 2-hour ride.” He said holding my face very softly. “You don’t mind?” I asked  looking into his eyes. “No, of course not, if you want you can sleep on my shoulder, I’m going to edit for a bit.”

Instead of answering him all I did was close the window next to me and put my head on his shoulder, “I’ll wake you up when its time, good nap” I felt him kiss my forehead, before I fell into a deep slumber.

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I was woken up by soft kisses on my face, and a voice softly whispering o my ear, still in a sleeping slumber I couldn’t understand what was being said, only when I finally could open my eyes I realize it was Sam whispering at me to wake up.

“Come on baby wake up, we’re already here” he continued to kiss me softly.

I groaned not wanting to wake up from my sleep, sat down straight forcing the sleep out of my eyes.

“There she is, let’s go where almost last ones” he gave me a final peck on my head before standing up, I stood up has taking a sip out of my water, starting to wake up.

I took Sam’s hand on my own, needing some type of physical touch suddenly not feeling my best.

We quickly got out of the plane, seeing Kris and Colby with our bags, “What took you guys so long?” Colby questioned taking a bag of skittles out of nowhere and outing a handful on his mouth.

“Sleeping beauty here didn’t want to wake up” Sam said putting his arm around my shoulders still holding my hand, I think he could feel I need that.

“Hey are you okay? You look a little pale, do you need something to eat?” I could hear from Kris’s voice that she was worried about me. “No, I’m not really hungry, I’m just not feeling well.” Sam turned towards me “Do you think its like a medium felling or is it something else?” He asked.

I took a second to really think about what I was feeling, “I’m pretty sure it’s a medium felling, I was feeling fine, but has soon has I step out of the plane I got really nauseous and a bad felling.” I explained.

“If it gets worse, tell one of us okay?” Colby said, all I could do was nod.

We were getting to the car, so we could get to the haunted place, me and Kris had no idea where we were going, the boys normally had that habit of only telling us the story when were there.

Finally arriving, me and Kris at the same time wowed  at ethe size of the house, its was so big it could be a mansion, it was all white with clear signs of degradation.

Me and Kris made eye contract thinking the same thing, was it really safe to go in there, because it didn’t look like it.

While Kris and me where still looking at the house, Sam and Colby when and got all the equipment we needed to start recording.

Has usual Colby started the video, “Hey guys it’s Sam and Colby and today we are here at the Rose Hall Great House.” He said moving a bit so the camera could pick up the house in the frame.

“And we are here today with our friend Kris” he pointed at her “ And my

beautiful girlfriend Y/N, who is a medium, do you want to tell the fans

what a medium is in case they don’t know?” then pointing at me.

“Of course, A medium is a person who is  able to make contact with the

world of spirits, especially while in a state of trance, in my case I feel what

the spirits have felt before dying, and sometimes I’m able to talk to then

and even see them, but only if they want to” I tried explaining to the

camera hoping everyone understood what I said.

I never really felt comfortable  being in front of the camera, but seeing

has my boyfriend was a very known youtuber, I would do it.

“This house is supposedly haunted by the white witch who is rumored to

have killed three of her husbands.” Colby started saying the story, at that

moment it all made sense in my head that’s why I was felling mad.

The people who have been through the witches evilness are making me

feel everything they felt, and I knew I was feeling nauseous and had the

worse headache I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Her parents apparently died of yellow fever which was a horrible disease

that killed a lot of people, with symptoms like fever, bad headaches,

nausea, even vomiting.” Sam continued, I guess that’s why I’m feeling bad

it’s from her parents. “She was raised by a Haitian nanny who taught her

witchcraft and voodoo spells” Sam finished explaining letting Colby take

over.

“It’s said there was a voodoo ritual that was performed in order to keep

her wicked spirit from ever leaving the tomb, but instead it backfired and

kept her ghost trapped inside the mansion forever.”

“I seriously hope we don’t encounter her, or that she likes us because if

she doesn’t I have a felling that it won’t be good” Kris said slightly joking

tone to alleviate a bit of the vibe.

We walked towards the entrance of the house, the headache started

getting worse as we got closer.

We passed the front door, someone whispered a name in my ear Annie

Palmer, I had no idea who that woman was, maybe the guide would tell

Me.

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After learning the story more deeply and details about the house, I

learned that Annie Palmer was actually the white witch herself.

“I didn’t tell you guys before, but has soon has we walked the front door

someone, her name in my ear” I told the guys, “Really that’s so weird

because when we walked I felt weird and I heard a whispered but I didn’t

understand what it was said” Kris explained.

Hearing this, the guys looked at each other communicating with their

eyes, I guess when you know someone for that long you end up being ~

able to do that.

“And you didn’t see who it was? You told me normally you’re able to see

them” Sam asked me while Colby pointed the camera at me again. “I can

only see them if they want me to see them and if they have enough

energy, I guess this time they didn’t want and didn’t have any energy”

while explaining I saw from the corner of my eye a quick movement like

someone was running or walking fast.

I decided not to say anything and continue with the video.

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It was now time for the investigation, we decided to do the esthes method, in the supposed Annie’s bedroom.

We were trying to figure out why she killed her three husbands, Colby decided to go under first, me and Sam tried to make someone answer out questions but no one was answering, I could also feel none was in the room, they get to the door hold and walked away.

“Colby, you can get out” Sam said while tapping Colby on the arm gently so he doesn’t get spooked “We aren’t getting anything man, Y/N said that they won’t even come in the room” he explained

“Do you think it’s because we’re man?” Colby asked me “Yeah, that could be a possibility, I was thinking maybe I would try and go under, seeing has I’m a medium I could feel things better and communicate better has well” I explained

Sam and Colby both looked at each other communicating with their eyes, I knew they were thinking If it was a good idea or not. But eventually they said it was fine.

I sat down on the chair, starting to put the blindfold and headphone, when  felt a presence enter the room, “I just felt someone entering the room, I can’t really pick up the energy their giving, let’s just hope they’ll talk” I explained both the guys nodding.

“Anne, are you here? Was that you who just enter the room?” Colby asked “yes” their eyes widen and their eyebrows shot up, surprise that Anne finally answer, “Anne, why did you kill your three husbands, did you do it because you though it was fun or for another reason?”

Anne never answer, I waited for something to come from the radio but all I could hear was static, we waited for a few minutes before the boys said I could get out.

Handing them the things I felt a soft touch on my back, like a motherly touch, we never knew how old Anne was, so trying on last time I spoke into the air “Anne do you want to talk now? We can talk like this if you want? I just knew you to show yourself to me”

Sam and Colby both stare at me a bit shock by what I said, when little by little Anne started to appear n front of me, she is beautiful, short brown hair, a night white gown form the back in time, high cheek bones, full lips, and gorgeous almond eyes.

“Hi Anne” I said very softly, knowing she couldn’t waist more energy than needed so instead of talking she just gave e a smile her smile was so pretty.

“Are you ready to tell me why you did what you did?” I asked, she gave me a nod with a pained look on her face, and I knew right away what that meant “Did they hurt you?” she used a bit to answer her voice super softly while saying yes.

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I turned to the guys to give the information she just gave me, “They hurt her, and I’m guessing that at one point she just defend herself, she didn’t do any rituals or anything, but she said she did have a nanny that taught her voodoo.”

“Well, I guess we covered the story then” Colby said to the camera then giving it the information I got.

Sam walked toward me wrapping my arms around my waist pulling me closer “is she still here?” I nodded against his chest looking directly at Anne, “Its sad she is stuck here” I mumble against his hoodie.

“Its okay at least I can meet couples like you and know true love really exists” She said before disappearing.

I looked at Sam my eyes slightly watering, I kissed Sam putting all my love into the kiss, “What was that for?” he asked pecking my lip again “ She said it was okay because she gets to see couples like us knowing that rue love really exits.” I whispered still feeling a bit emotional.

“I guess she’s right” he replied kissing me again before leaving to pack our thing.

She was right about one thing you can always see true love if you just look.

Y/N POV

Today was the day i was going to participate for the first time in one of Sam and Colby videos, I always told Sam I was a bit sacred to go, because being a medium and going to these places where there is a lot of energy, and most of the time is a negative one, can be very overwhelming.

But I knew I couldn’t escape them, I mean I’m a medium, so I can sense things most of the time anyway, but now I just have to prepare myself for the negative.

I was in mine and Sam’s bedroom preparing a bag with the thing I may need, a notebook, some crystal’s for protection, and I also put other important things I need for the airport.

I hear the bedroom door opening and I saw Sam entering, I continued packing when I hear his footsteps getting closer, when they stop I felt his arms circling my waist, giving my neck a soft and long peck.

“How are doing baby?” his voice soft, comforting, “I’m okay, a bit nervous, but I’m preparing myself for the worse, that I hope doesn’t happen.” I finished packing my things and turned around to look at my favorite eyes.

He gave me a reassuring smile “Everything is going to okay, Kris is also going, and me and Colby will protect you from anything and everything” he paused before adding “Colby more than me because apparently is more intimidating to the ghost then me” his voice turned a bit goofy ate the end, and I couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew hoe to make myself feel better, lighter.

“I think we should start leaving, the plane leaves in 4 hours, and we still need to put the things in car, go to the airport and check in” I said a little bit worry that we could miss the plane.

Sam knowing how I was like immediately calm my nerves “Hey it’s okay baby, Colby is almost done putting the things in the car, all that is left is your things, and knowing how Colby drives we will be at the airport in no time.” The last part got a chuckle of me again, it’s true even if I trust Colby driving skills, sometimes he can go a bit fast.

“Okay then let’s go” before releasing me he got closer and give me a soft kiss, I prolonged the kiss, additive to the feel of is soft lips against mine.

Separating for air we looked each other in the eyes, and all I could see and feel was Love, and I hope he saw that too.

We got my things and walked downstairs towards the front door and to Colby’s car.

Finishing everything, we all got in the car to go and pick Kris up, it wasn’t long to arrive to Kriss house, maybe 10 minutes, I called kris so she could come down.

Before I know it Kris was in the car and we were going to Target to quickly get some snacks for the trip, because we for sure weren’t buying them at the airport, they would be way to expensive.

We got water, some chips, and obviously candy, but we bought all of that just when we arrive at the airport we only got some chips left.

We got checked in and I guess we got a bit early, we still have an hour to spare.

To entertain ourselves we decided to play some cards, I remember I had Uno in my bag.

“Hey guys, we’ve been playing the same game for a long time now, how about we play uno?” I smirked waving the cards up, they all got excited, “You guys are going to lose” Colby said with a deep weird voice, well I guess his competitive said just came out to play.

I can tell you now it was a very bad idea to suggest playing Uno, because 25 minutes later, Colby was arguing with Kris about how she was cheating because she can’t put more then 2+ together, Sam was trying to calm the situation down, and I decided it was a good idea to record the whole thing.

The arguing only stopped when we hear the intercom saying that our flight was about to leave I  10 minutes. We hurried to clean everything up and quickly walked towards our gate and finally got inside and the plane and sat down in our sits.

Sam was sitting next to me and Colby and kris were in the seats behind with each other.

“Hey, I love you” Sam said with so much on love in his voice it almost brought tears to my eyes, I turned my head to face him, and looking in his eyes I smiled saying “I love you too so much” I lean towards him and give him a soft peck in the lips.

“If you want you can go to sleep, it’s a 2-hour ride.” He said holding my face very softly. “You don’t mind?” I asked  looking into his eyes. “No, of course not, if you want you can sleep on my shoulder, I’m going to edit for a bit.”

Instead of answering him all I did was close the window next to me and put my head on his shoulder, “I’ll wake you up when its time, good nap” I felt him kiss my forehead, before I fell into a deep slumber.

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I was woken up by soft kisses on my face, and a voice softly whispering o my ear, still in a sleeping slumber I couldn’t understand what was being said, only when I finally could open my eyes I realize it was Sam whispering at me to wake up.

“Come on baby wake up, we’re already here” he continued to kiss me softly.

I groaned not wanting to wake up from my sleep, sat down straight forcing the sleep out of my eyes.

“There she is, let’s go where almost last ones” he gave me a final peck on my head before standing up, I stood up has taking a sip out of my water, starting to wake up.

I took Sam’s hand on my own, needing some type of physical touch suddenly not feeling my best.

We quickly got out of the plane, seeing Kris and Colby with our bags, “What took you guys so long?” Colby questioned taking a bag of skittles out of nowhere and outing a handful on his mouth.

“Sleeping beauty here didn’t want to wake up” Sam said putting his arm around my shoulders still holding my hand, I think he could feel I need that.

“Hey are you okay? You look a little pale, do you need something to eat?” I could hear from Kris’s voice that she was worried about me. “No, I’m not really hungry, I’m just not feeling well.” Sam turned towards me “Do you think its like a medium felling or is it something else?” He asked.

I took a second to really think about what I was feeling, “I’m pretty sure it’s a medium felling, I was feeling fine, but has soon has I step out of the plane I got really nauseous and a bad felling.” I explained.

“If it gets worse, tell one of us okay?” Colby said, all I could do was nod.

We were getting to the car, so we could get to the haunted place, me and Kris had no idea where we were going, the boys normally had that habit of only telling us the story when were there.

Finally arriving, me and Kris at the same time wowed  at ethe size of the house, its was so big it could be a mansion, it was all white with clear signs of degradation.

Me and Kris made eye contract thinking the same thing, was it really safe to go in there, because it didn’t look like it.

While Kris and me where still looking at the house, Sam and Colby when and got all the equipment we needed to start recording.

Has usual Colby started the video, “Hey guys it’s Sam and Colby and today we are here at the Rose Hall Great House.” He said moving a bit so the camera could pick up the house in the frame.

“And we are here today with our friend Kris” he pointed at her “ And my

beautiful girlfriend Y/N, who is a medium, do you want to tell the fans

what a medium is in case they don’t know?” then pointing at me.

“Of course, A medium is a person who is  able to make contact with the

world of spirits, especially while in a state of trance, in my case I feel what

the spirits have felt before dying, and sometimes I’m able to talk to then and even see them, but only if they want to” I tried explaining to the camera hoping everyone understood what I said.

I never really felt comfortable  being in front of the camera, but seeing has my boyfriend was a very known youtuber, I would do it.

“This house is supposedly haunted by the white witch who is rumored to have killed three of her husbands.” Colby started saying the story, at that moment it all made sense in my head that’s why I was felling mad.

The people who have been through the witches evilness are making me feel everything they felt, and I knew I was feeling nauseous and had the worse headache I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Her parents apparently died of yellow fever which was a horrible disease that killed a lot of people, with symptoms like fever, bad headaches, nausea, even vomiting.” Sam continued.

I guess that’s why I’m feeling bad it’s from her parents. “She was raised by a Haitian nanny who taught her witchcraft and voodoo spells” Sam finished explaining letting Colby take over.

“It’s said there was a voodoo ritual that was performed in order to keep her wicked spirit from ever leaving the tomb, but instead it backfired and kept her ghost trapped inside the mansion forever.”

“I seriously hope we don’t encounter her, or that she likes us because if she doesn’t I have a felling that it won’t be good” Kris said slightly joking tone to alleviate a bit of the vibe.

We walked towards the entrance of the house, the headache started getting worse as we got closer.

We passed the front door, someone whispered a name in my ear Annie Palmer, I had no idea who that woman was, maybe the guide would tell Me.

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After learning the story more deeply and details about the house, I learned that Annie Palmer was actually the white witch herself.

“I didn’t tell you guys before, but has soon has we walked the front door someone, her name in my ear” I told the guys, “Really that’s so weird because when we walked I felt weird and I heard a whispered but I didn’t understand what it was said” Kris explained.

Hearing this, the guys looked at each other communicating with their eyes, I guess when you know someone for that long you end up being able to do that.

“And you didn’t see who it was? You told me normally you’re able to see them” Sam asked me while Colby pointed the camera at me again. “I can only see them if they want me to see them and if they have enough energy, I guess this time they didn’t want and didn’t have any energy” while explaining I saw from the corner of my eye a quick movement like someone was running or walking fast.

I decided not to say anything and continue with the video.

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It was now time for the investigation, we decided to do the esthes method, in the supposed Annie’s bedroom.

We were trying to figure out why she killed her three husbands, Colby decided to go under first, me and Sam tried to make someone answer out questions but no one was answering, I could also feel none was in the room, they get to the door hold and walked away.

“Colby, you can get out” Sam said while tapping Colby on the arm gently so he doesn’t get spooked “We aren’t getting anything man, Y/N said that they won’t even come in the room” he explained

“Do you think it’s because we’re man?” Colby asked me “Yeah, that could be a possibility, I was thinking maybe I would try and go under, seeing has I’m a medium I could feel things better and communicate better has well” I explained

Sam and Colby both looked at each other communicating with their eyes, I knew they were thinking If it was a good idea or not. But eventually they said it was fine.

I sat down on the chair, starting to put the blindfold and headphone, when  felt a presence enter the room, “I just felt someone entering the room, I can’t really pick up the energy their giving, let’s just hope they’ll talk” I explained both the guys nodding.

“Anne, are you here? Was that you who just enter the room?” Colby asked “yes” their eyes widen and their eyebrows shot up, surprise that Anne finally answer, “Anne, why did you kill your three husbands, did you do it because you though it was fun or for another reason?”

Anne never answer, I waited for something to come from the radio but all I could hear was static, we waited for a few minutes before the boys said I could get out.

Handing them the things I felt a soft touch on my back, like a motherly touch, we never knew how old Anne was, so trying on last time I spoke into the air “Anne do you want to talk now? We can talk like this if you want? I just knew you to show yourself to me”

Sam and Colby both stare at me a bit shock by what I said, when little by little Anne started to appear n front of me, she is beautiful, short brown hair, a night white gown form the back in time, high cheek bones, full lips, and gorgeous almond eyes.

“Hi Anne” I said very softly, knowing she couldn’t waist more energy than needed so instead of talking she just gave e a smile her smile was so pretty.

“Are you ready to tell me why you did what you did?” I asked, she gave me a nod with a pained look on her face, and I knew right away what that meant “Did they hurt you?” she used a bit to answer her voice super softly while saying yes.

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I turned to the guys to give the information she just gave me, “They hurt her, and I’m guessing that at one point she just defend herself, she didn’t do any rituals or anything, but she said she did have a nanny that taught her voodoo.”

“Well, I guess we covered the story then” Colby said to the camera then giving it the information I got.

Sam walked toward me wrapping my arms around my waist pulling me closer “is she still here?” I nodded against his chest looking directly at Anne, “Its sad she is stuck here” I mumble against his hoodie.

“Its okay at least I can meet couples like you and know true love really exists” She said before disappearing.

I looked at Sam my eyes slightly watering, I kissed Sam putting all my love into the kiss, “What was that for?” he asked pecking my lip again “ She said it was okay because she gets to see couples like us knowing that rue love really exits.” I whispered still feeling a bit emotional.

“I guess she’s right” he replied kissing me again before leaving to pack our thing.

She was right about one thing you can always see true love if you just look.

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