#I have to borrow my sisters she gonna mock me for YEARS

[queers-gambit]

But You Without Me Ain't Nice

prompt: ( requested ) deciding to surprise your boyfriend for Christmas after studying abroad, only to discover him in the arms of another. when you return to Oxford, so does his desire.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 5.7k+

note: it's not EXPLICIT cheating 'cause i wanted them to get back together.

warnings: small bouts of jaded feminism, cursing, hurt and comfort, AU timeline 'cause of implied altered canon, small angst, drama, emotions are hard, long distance relationships are hard, boys are dumb, "cheating" but not explicit - you'll see, more so betrayal, so that makes this relationship angst?

Cassandra's squeal of excitement was shrill enough to pierce an eardrum when you shuffled into her dormitory, shaking the snow from your hair and coat before she hugged you tightly. "I'm so excited you're here!" She beamed, "It's been so fucking lonely without you! God, you just had to leave, huh?"

You chuckled, "Oh, shove it. Edinburgh has one of the best programs in Europe, Cass, you know this!"

"I know, I know, you're better than us little folk at Oxford," she mocked with a groan, letting go of you as your eyes rolled in humor. "But still - it's so boring without you, I miss my roomie. There's literally nobody around for me to cause havoc with," she pouted dramatically.

"Well, I'm here for the holidays," you assured, "so you get me for the next couple weeks, you lucky ducky."

"Oh, please, you and I both know Felix isn't gonna let you outta his sight when he sees you. You planning on goin' home at all?"

"No, no, my sister has a flat just down the way," you explained. "She's in London until after the New Year - gave me her key when she picked me up from the airport," you showed her the metal device with a grin.

"Gonna take Felix back to the flat?"

"If he wants," you nodded.

"Oh, yeah, whatever, a flat completely to yourselves for the entire winter holiday? He's gonna lose his mind," your friend tutted. "When are you seeing him?"

"Uh, he said he was going to some party tonight?"

"Well, that's normal," she muttered almost bitterly. "C'mon, get changed, we'll meet him there."

"What do you mean, 'normal'?"

"What? Oh," her head shook as if realizing what she had just said. "No, it's - it's nothing, just," she winced slightly, "Felix is at every party."

"Really?" You asked softly. "We talk all the time on the phone, when does he even have time?"

"No offense, but it's not like he's a model student. He's constantly partying, I hear about it all the time from girls in class - "

"What do they say?"

"He's just popular - you know, he's Felix. And he's a regular at the pubs, too."

You had a weird feeling in your gut and chest, just nodding at Cassandra. "Well, at least he's enjoying himself," you offered meekly.

"Mhm, got that right," she snickered. "He's a legend 'round the university, even people in other colleges and programs know about him. Guess that's one way t'make an impression."

"Yeah, that's Felix for yah," you sighed. "Can I borrow an outfit?"

"What's wrong with that?" She paused, looking you up and down, then wincing, "Yeah, okay, I have options for you."

"Oh, don't sound so judgmental!" You laughed, "I just didn't pack party clothes, I didn't think we'd be going to any."

"You're so lucky to have me," she grinned at you, shoving through a rack of options in her wardrobe. "You wanna look classy slutty, spicy slutty, or just plain slutty-slutty?"

You hummed and chose the 'classy' option, being an open back black mini dress that clung to your figure and hiked up your thighs with every step. It felt exciting to be with Cassandra again, meeting your first year of secondary school and becoming the closest of friends; enduring family turmoil and social drama arm-in-arm. You listened to preppy pop music as you got ready; taking turns in the bathroom to finish your hair and make-up before slipping the dress on and latching the borrowed heels around your ankles.

When you gave her a look at your final outfit, she approved - claiming Felix would probably have a heart attack when he saw you.

"Wait!" You laughed, snatching a festive Santa Claus hat from the care package her parents sent; nestling it on your head. "Eh? Eh? Right? It's good!"

"Girl - "

"C'mon, it's festive!"

"You're lucky you're just so damn cute - it works," she grinned, tossing you your coat before shrugging into hers. "Hold on - you know the rules!" She halted you from opening the dorm door, holding up the bottle of tequila. "Shots before we leave!"

"Jesus, I've missed you," you laughed, taking the solo cup she held out; watching her pour enough for at least 2-3 shots.

"It'll keep us warm in the snow," she explained. "They not partying down at Edinburgh?"

"Not like here," you snickered, downing the drinks with a screwed up expression. "And they're all really preppy - like I thought Oxford had snobs, but Christ Almighty. My roommate down there literally had a panic attack when I bought a bottle of wine."

"Why?"

"She's American, said they're not allowed until they're 21."

"Wow... That's gotta suck for them," she downed her own shots. "Okay! You ready? Wait, are you wearing panties?"

"Yeah - "

"You can't in that dress."

"I'm not taking my panties off, Cass, let's just go!" You laughed, snatching her hand and leading her out of the dorm. "So, c'mon, tell me about the guy you're seeing," you requested, looping your arms together, trudging onto the snowy sidewalk.

"Oh, you mean Jason? Yeah, no, that's over. I just realized that being here is literally the only time in my life I'll have all these easy opportunities and there was no use in wasting my time dating just one person. And it eliminates the threat of cheating. Like... I don't hold my liquor all that well anymore and there's so many good looking people here! Why be in a relationship and run that risk, you know?"

You blinked at her, unsure what to say.

"Oh," she froze, "no, no, I didn't mean - no, look, dating in college is really cool when you know you're with the right person. And since you and Felix have been together for two years already, I think it's pretty safe to say he's the right one - right?"

"I think so... But I can't lie, I've been feeling kinda guilty, thinking Felix would prefer the opportunity to sow his wild oats instead of committing to us. You know? Like you said - "

"No, don't do that, you're gonna give yourself an aneurysm being stressed and upset," she hugged your arm tightly, continuing down the sidewalk. "Felix doesn't want t'be single, he would've bucked up the nerve to break up already. And you guys talk so often, he would've said something, right?"

You mused, "Not necessarily, Felix is used to having all he wants."

She shrugged off your words, "You're overthinking 'cause you're nervous to surprise him. But you're the best Christmas present, seriously. Made my day all the better."

You just smiled and skipped over the patch of ice in your way, nearly slipping, but Cassandra kept a tight hold on you - laughing loudly, your amused shrieks echoing around the brownstone buildings. When you arrived at the flat hosting the party, you climbed 2 flights of stairs without incident and let yourselves in; being greeted by strobe lights, thick clouds of smoke, and an abundance of drunken Oxford students.

It was packed - a welcomed sight after your past semester abroad, attending dinner parties with tart wines and classical music. You only had one more semester left before coming back to Oxford full time, and things just weren't the same being away; you missed the excitement, the parties, the friends you made. Granted, you had friends at Edinburgh, you often thought you could make friends anywhere, but you knew a lot of faces here. It was a comfort. And despite knowing you were here only a couple weeks until the next semester began again, it was still nice being back.

You were greeted by several people, being hugged happily and your cheeks kissed sloppily. They asked all about your program in Scotland, insisting you do rounds of shots with them, updating you on the juiciest gossip you missed.

They told you everything... Except what you should've known.

"Have you guys seen Felix?" You asked, glancing around the packed party. You noticed the uncomfortable looks exchanged, questioning, "What? What is it?"

"Uh, you know what?" Oliver Quick sighed, a new addition to the friend group that you didn't know - actually meeting for the first time tonight. "Yeah, yeah, saw him over there - on the sofa," he pointed somewhere behind you.

"Thanks, mate," you patted his shoulder, turning to push through the partygoers.

When you were gone, Farleigh turned to Oliver, "What the fuck was that? You know Felix is drunk off his tits and India's rubbing real close."

"So? Shouldn't she know someone's making moves on her man?" Oliver asked. "Not exactly fair - "

"It's not entirely fair to set Felix up like that," Farleigh sneered. "He misses her, so he drinks, flirts with girls. But he's not acting on it, you just want to get him in trouble, you fuckin' twat!"

Oliver shrugged, looking over in time to spy you approaching the couch. "He'll only get in trouble if he's acting on his impulses, being unfaithful," Ollie sneered.

When you made it through the crowd, you found Felix sitting on the couch, but what made you stop in your tracks was the little lady sat on his lap - a girl you recognized vaguely. Felix downed the shot being handed to him, grinning that stupid grin you adore, broad hands splayed on the girl's thigh as she curled into her chest with skinny arms wrapped around his neck. Her sticky lips whispered something in his ear, giving a small nibble that made your boyfriend laugh - always the ticklish type.

The alcohol you had already downed burned an angry hole in your gut, heart heavy with betrayal, feeling outrage at their audacity the longer you watched. You looked beside you and snatched the drink from a drunk guy, taking two dramatic strides up to them and without thought, launched the entire cup at the couple.

"You bitch!" India gasped, rocketing to her feet. Felix was about to yell himself, but when he looked up and registered your angry eyes glaring at him, he gaped in shock. "Seriously, what the fuck is your issue, slut?" India sneered, stamping her foot.

"Oh, fuck off, sweetheart," you snapped, "not like it's my boyfriend you're sitting on! Really wouldn't throw stones if I was you!"

Felix stood and pushed India to the side, "Baby - "

"Oh, spare me your fucking excuses, Felix! For Christ's sake! This is what you've been doing while I'm gone!? Huh!?"

"No - "

"Bullshit! Cass told me you're constantly partying, so is this what you do? Huh? Hang up the phone with me, come to these shitty parties, get shit faced, and take girls home before calling me in the morning? You even wait until they're gone before dialing my number?"

"Darling, I swear - nothing was happening, nothing was going to happen! I don't - "

"Well, not with us soaking wet!" India raged. "You're just a jealous hag, I mean, you're dating someone like Felix but I've never even seen you! Maybe if you were a better girlfriend, he wouldn't be looking elsewhere!"

"Jesus Christ, India! Fuck off - NOW!" Felix bellowed, shocking the girl. "You don't know a Goddamn thing you're saying, and you know you're too desperate - "

"Oh! So, you're moving in on 'desperate' girls 'cause they're easy, right?" You snapped. "She might be desperate, but you are fucking pathetic, Felix! I know you get everything you want, I know you don't know real consequences, but I don't have to add to that!"

"Let's just talk outside," he tried, looking more and more like a kicked puppy.

"I'm not going anywhere with you again. This isn't working, Felix, there's no way I can trust you - not when I've just seen - this!"

"Baby, it isn't - look, this isn't what it looks like! Okay? I know it looks bad, but I don't touch them - "

"There's more!? Of course, there's more - 'cause why have just one, right?"

He winced, "I just - listen, I only flirt, baby, I swear, but I-I know that's not much better. You bein' gone, I-I have this pent up energy - "

"Oh, the poor rich boy! Unsupervised without his girlfriend, so you think it's okay to flirt with other girls? Have them sit on your lap? Touch them? Flirt all night?"

"I know it sounds bad - "

"No, you know what?" You chuckled ruefully. "You two have fun, I'm out. I'm so fucking done with you, Felix, this relationship - it obviously isn't viable. So, have your skank, but make sure you get to a clinic. You obviously couldn't choose someone decent to cheat on me with, make sure she doesn't give you any STDs."

"What did you say, bitch!?" India tried to surge up to you, but Cassandra stepped in and shoved both her shoulders; sending her sprawling to the dirty, sticky floor.

"Watch yourself," she barked, dropping another drink on her and making India squeal. She glared at Felix and approached you, hushing, "You okay?"

"No."

"Let's get outta here," she nodded, wrapping you in her arms and leading the way out - not like she had to, students parted way like the Red Sea to let you two pass.

"Wait!" Felix rushed, grabbing his jacket and following you both out. Despite the heels, mini dresses, and alcohol, you and Cass were sober enough to scurry down the stairs and outside by the time he caught up. "Baby! Wait! Please, c'mon, let me explain!"

"You've done enough! I've seen enough!" You yelled back, Cass not stopping you two from making your escape. "Just fuck off back to your whores, Felix!"

"No, no," he rushed in front of you two, forcing you to stop. "Let me talk to you, please, you think it's worse than it is, I mean - "

"Awh, you think just touching other bitches isn't that bad?" Cass sneered. "Silly slut," she scoffed, rolling her pretty eyes.

"Cass, do you mind? This is between us," He sighed.

"Oh-ho, I very much mind," she rolled her eyes. "Grovel if you want, but I'm not leaving you two alone."

"I don't want to talk, Felix! For fuck's sake, I saw all I needed to. I'm literally killing myself slowly in Scotland, trying to secure my own future 'cause not all of us can be born into money - "

"Baby, that's not fair - "

" - And you're here, living your best life, being fucking deceitful, aren't you? Your girlfriend on the side and a full buffet of sluts to choose from - and nobody would know 'cause I wasn't in the fucking country! You know what?" You chuckled, "Thank you, actually. Thank you for proving what I feared the most and cutting us free. Better to know now than later when I'm far more invested. Enjoy your pick of the fucking litter, Felix, 'cause I'm removing myself from this equation, you're now free to do whatever you want - don't have to be such a gentleman anymore and just flirt with them."

"You're right, okay? You're right, I wasn't thinking, I was trying to - I don't even know! Have 'the college experience', I think, and I got carried away. I'm so sorry - "

"You're only sorry 'cause you got caught," Cass snapped.

"Ohk for fuck's sake - Cass, I love you and all, but do you mind if this stays between my girl and I?"

"Oh, so you inviting all that female attention was 'keeping it between you'?" She cocked her head, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, babe, let's go. You don't need to hear his pathetic whinging anymore."

"Think you're right," you sniffled from the cold. "Bye, Felix."

"Please - let's just talk about this!"

"No more talking!" You barked. "You don't need to defend yourself, I saw her with you - I don't need your excuses! This is over, Felix, just - for God's sake, fuck off, already!"

He froze, never hearing such aggressive words from you before. In the years you were friends and the two you've dated, you hadn't so much as raised your voice at him - even when upset. To hear such profanity at this level shocked him. He's heard you yell, but usually at other people; he's heard you curse, but typically from excitement. He felt overwhelmed watching Cassandra walk you away under her arm, the tears surfacing and his confusion blinding; wondering how the hell he had managed to fuck everything up THIS bad.

When you got back to her dorm, you were a wreck and Cassandra wasn't sure how to start comforting you. She watched you slide to the floor in tears and squatted to take your shoes off, set the bottle of tequila beside you, and then got comfortable on the ground, too. She stretched her arm around your shoulders, sighing sadly, and just held you when you sobbed uselessly into her neck.

No amount of crying would change the past. No amount of frustration or self-pity would help. No amount of regret would turn back time and prevent you from leaving your very attractive boyfriend to the mercy of Oxford sluts.

After an hour of just crying, Cassandra perked up and asked, "You wanna stay the night here or go to your sister's?"

"Felix knows where your dorm is," you sniffled, mascara down your cheeks and chin. "Maybe we should go?"

"You want me to come, too?"

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

"Lemme pack real fast," she agreed, leaving you on the floor to drink until you felt numb while she raced around to prepare a duffel bag. When she was finished, she hoisted you from the ground and took her car keys, shouldering your own duffel, and leading you out of the dorms. On your way to student parking, neither of you were surprised to find Felix sprinting in your direction.

"Baby! Wait, wait, wait! Please!" He begged, barely slowing down and literally skidding to a halt, nearly slipping on ice. "Just - please, let me talk to you. I-I can't let you leave thinking I fucked those girls - "

"Oh, just go fuck yourself, Felix!" You laughed.

"Is she drunk?" He asked Cass in mild shock.

"Do you know a better way to deal with a break up?" She rolled her eyes.

"We're not broken up - "

"I heard otherwise," she sneered. "You're not used to losing, Felix, but the rest of us, on Earth, know when a relationship is over."

"I made a mistake!" He pleaded loudly.

"Just one?" You snapped.

"No, you know what? I've made a few, but I swear, nothing fucking happened! Not with any of them!"

"Oh," you mocked, snickering to Cassandra.

"Just give me a chance - "

"I did," you interrupted sadly. "I gave you all the chances, Felix, and you still chose to betray me. So, you know what? I just need time to digest your bullshit betrayal, and in order to do that, I literally can't be around you."

"How will you know how sorry I am?"

"I know, I can see it - just like I saw that bitch on your lap," you scoffed. "Can we go now?"

"C'mon, babe," Cass agreed.

"Go? Go where?" He rushed, looking panicked.

"Away from you!" You laughed, holding onto your friends arm tightly as you wobbled in her borrowed shoes.

"At least let me help you - "

"Don't need help from a slut!" You shouted to the sky, not stopping.

Felix Catton was left standing in the snow, his heart walking away from him in heels too high.

And when you got to your sister's flat, Cassandra raided the fridge and brought you ice cream and pretzels - for something both sweet and salty. For the rest of the night, you cried while stuffing your face, but whatever it was worth, at the very least, you had your best friend there to wipe your tears.

Well, after a gut wrenching Christmas break, you went back to Scotland to finish an anticlimactic semester at one of the world's most prestigious universities. Without Felix to call, you dedicated more time to studying, which paid off, because by the end, you received the highest marks in your college and earned multiple letters of recommendations from well-respected professors.

But now that the year abroad was over, you were set to return to Oxford for the next three weeks to report back to your program chairs and give them an update. Suddenly, it was like the entire semester of avoiding your feelings about Felix caught up to you the moment you boarded the plane. You had stuffed your emotions deep down, ignored his morning and evening phone calls (yes, he still called everyday), and tried your hand at dating other people - but it wasn't the same. You hated that you missed him so much, but you figured you had more self-respect than to belittle yourself for a man.

A beautiful, kind, generous man... Who made a mistake... Who demonstrated remorse... Who understands what he did was wrong and hurtful... And your Daddy did raise you to 'forgive and forget'. But still, you had a difficult time forgiving Felix in full, and therefore, couldn't forget what he did.

The betrayal was still so fresh and you couldn't stomach the idea of even speaking to him. So, you decided to avoid him by any means.

When you returned to England, it was drearier than normal. Your sister wasn't able to pick you up this time, figuring you would just hail a cab when someone laid on their horn in a long, continuous, obnoxious beep. When you looked over, Cassandra was waving at you rapidly through her window.

With an easy grin, you rushed over to her car and tossed the few bags you had into the backseat before getting in the passenger seat. "What're you doing here?" You gasped, leaning in to hug your friend.

She returned your affection enthusiastically, then was pushing you off, "Bitch, I'm double parked in the red - we gotta go!" You laughed when she rushed off, heading back to Oxford as she explained, "But you said on the phone your sister wasn't getting you, so I took the liberty of reading between the lines."

"No, I didn't mean it like that - "

"I know you didn't," she grinned, "but I just wanted to get you to campus all the faster, I've missed you!"

"We have three weeks together before the start of summer," you reminded. "Ready for exams?"

"Hardly," she scoffed. "Enough of that! Tell me all about Scotland!"

You spent the rest of the car ride without a single thought spent on Felix - all too appreciative for friends. Until you got back to the dorms, that is. You'd been there all of an hour before there was a knock at the door and when Cassandra opened it, she glanced up and down the hall in confusion, not seeing anyone - but a bouquet of flowers caught her attention.

"Well, this is cute," she mused, picking up the flowers from the floor and closing the door. "Someone left flowers? Ew, bet they're from Jason - he's been begging me to get back together."

You didn't bother reminding her they were the same Felix always sent you. You just nodded and said they must've indeed been for her since nobody knew when you were coming back. Yet something in your stomach churned, knowing this was no coincidence, you knew they were from Felix, and the idea made you oddly... Warm.

You didn't want to be touched by the small gesture, but it was sweet. Reminded you of the good times between you and Fi. You felt your guts twist, realizing how much you missed him. None the less, you never said a word.

The following day was as normal as it could've been. People were looking both happy to see you and exhausted from prep work before final exams. You understood, having completed yours; all that was left was to write up a report to your dean and other department heads and present it. You spent your days in the library while everyone was in class, and while there, you were surprised to see Felix hunched over a set of books.

You didn't approach him, just chose a separate table and got comfortable. You were in the zone for a solid hour before a shadow loomed over you, making you jump when a hand met your shoulder. "Sorry, sorry," Felix rushed, hands held in defense. "Just thought I'd give you this - you seemed really focused."

You blinked when he set a blueberry muffin down. The gesture made you smile, "You remembered?"

For every study session, you had a blueberry muffin to munch on.

"'Course I do," he nodded rapidly. "Remember everything about you, love. And these were always your favorite, right?"

"Yeah," you breathed. "Uh, thanks, Fi, this was nice of you."

"Seemed really focused, wanted to make sure you ate," he half-smiled. "I didn't mean to interrupt, uh, j-just wanted t'say good luck on your presentation."

Your heart clenched when he walked away back to his table, not once looking up at you as he worked. He really only meant to give you the muffin, which surprised you - Felix was terribly persistent, and for some reason, you actually felt sad that he wasn't vying for your attention or forgiveness.

This felt like a reality check, reminding you that you were truly broken up. So, you just sniffled and focused again, nibbling on the muffin as you revised your report. You hated the tension, the distance, the disturbing idea that while gone, he had been with countless other girls. You especially hated that you began regretting leaving for a year, feeling as if you created this situation by leaving room for Felix to seek attention elsewhere.

You knew it wasn't the truth - this wasn't your fault. You weren't the one who decided to implode your relationship, to be unfaithful in the least bit; and seeking higher educational opportunity wasn't grounds for anyone to cheat. It felt entirely unfair; you were in the same position as Felix, alone in another country, missing your friends and family, and yet, YOU never sought attention - emotional or physical - in any way from anyone else.

You at least had a sense of loyalty. But at the same time, you tried to validate that this was "the best years of your lives" and Felix was a young, hot, rich boy. Why wouldn't he bask in the attention of others? He always had and it felt wrong to crucify him for being a lad with hormones.

You began to wonder, did you overreact? Of course you didn't!

But you missed him immensely.

For the three weeks left in the semester, Felix would leave flowers at your dorm room, brought you little treats, never impeded on your space, and just made himself known without being overwhelming. You thought it was endearing without giving him too much credit after his betrayal. For three weeks, he was sweet, kind, soft spoken, and from what you understood, turned reclusive - refusing any party invitation, even backing out of pub meetings.

He wasn't hanging with friends, drinking, distracted with girls. According to local gossip, if you could put stock into the words, this new behavior started right after Christmas; after your very public break-up.

You were mildly intrigued by his change of attitude, but didn't confront it. You felt distance was necessary for healing, yet there was no denying your love that still festered - and maybe, the idea that Felix was truly remorseful and loved you, too.

It all came to a cultivation on the day of your presentation. To say you were nervous was an understatement - pacing the entire night before, going over what you were going to say, making final revisions; driving Cassandra up the wall, but she was still supportive.

That morning, she left early for her own ventures, but made sure to help you pick out an outfit. It was something smart, it complimented your figure in a professional manner and made you feel powerful and like a "real" adult.

You packed your bag and walked to your college's lecture hall, getting there about 20 minutes early to set up your materials and run through your notes one last time. When your dean and other professors entered to settle in their seats at the front, you heard the upper backdoor open. When you looked up, you were shocked - like, actually shocked - to see Felix sitting up there with Cassandra, Farleigh, your parents and sister.

You tried not to dwell on their presence, but suddenly, knowing Felix was there to support you, you didn't feel so nervous anymore. Something about his viewing of your final project made you a little more confident, quelling your nausea as you cleared your throat and started your oral presentation that had a guided visual and 20-page report.

When you finished, you were grinning. Your deans applauded you, and from the back, so did your friends and family; in fact, Felix was on his feet, clapping with vigor. You handed over the flash-drive that housed your visuals and then your bound essay report, shaking the professors hands, and letting them leave.

When you turned, your family had descended the auditorium stairs and your friends were trailing after.

"Oh, you brilliant girl!" Your father gushed, wrapping you in a huge hug. "My perfect, most special girl! That was amazing!"

"Thanks, Daddy," you giggled. "What're you guys doing here?"

"Oh, Felix called," your mother informed, petting hair off your shoulder in a calming motion. "Glad he did, we're so proud of you."

"I didn't even know peers could sit in," you admitted.

"Apparently, they're not, but you know, Felix has a way with rules," your father sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "Thank God you got your mother's intelligence, fear you'd be shit outta luck if you had mine, eh?"

This triggered a round of other compliments from your loved ones; sister and Cassandra both beaming at you in pride, everyone offering their compliments on specific sections of your presentation to prove they really, truly had been listening. You felt bashful, waving them off out of embarrassment, and then you agreed to attend dinner for a celebration - your mother informing you that the summer would be spent in a French villa and details were to be discussed at the meal. But first, you noticed Felix still sitting high up in the lecture hall and promised you meet everyone at the dorm later.

When the hall cleared, you sighed and slowly made your way up to where Felix lingered; his form fidgeting nervously the closer you got. You dropped to the seat beside him with a deep sigh, ready to confront everything, when he offered a decently large bouquet of familiar flowers. "Congrats, love," he whispered. "Was really well-done, even if I didn't know half of what you were sayin'."

You accepted the flowers, petting the petals gingerly, then asking in a low whisper, "Felix?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"I know how important this was for you, I asked them all to come so we could support you, knowin' you were nervous - "

"No," you interrupted, turning in your seat to face him. "Why'd you have to go and ruin us? Why wasn't I enough?"

He swallowed thickly, "It wasn't you that wasn't enough."

"Huh?"

"Think I felt insecure," he admitted. "You were at Edinburgh, bettering yourself and I think I got scared that you'd love it there so much, you know, that... You'd leave. Leave Oxford, leave England, leave... Me. So, I just... I don't have any excuse, honestly, love. I know I fucked up, but I think my fear was being projected in the worst way..."

You nodded, "Do you regret it?"

"Every fuckin' day."

"Any plans for tonight?"

"What?" He blinked in shock.

"You wanna come to dinner with us? I mean, you went through the trouble of gettin' everyone here - and I know you must've bribed someone to let them watch."

His cheeks reddened, chuckling nervously, "It wasn't... I didn't... All right, yeah, I had to pay off the custodian - he unlocked the door for us."

"Mhm," you smirked. "So? Dinner?"

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, "You made a mistake... A huge one, but a mistake none the less. We've had time apart, and I've learned, I don't want to be without you. My life is far more interesting with you in it and I feel less alone. So, if you want, I'd like for you to come to dinner with us, maybe work on our friendship again. See where things go?"

"As long as you're okay with it."

"I'm the one inviting you, yes, I'm okay with it," you chuckled at his nerves, standing, and offering your hand. "C'mon, Mum says we're spending the summer in France - maybe we can convince her to invite you, too."

"Doubt Cassandra would let that happen," Felix mused, shouldering his bag and taking your hand - instantly lacing your fingers together.

"Oh, on the contrary, she might like it; it'd give her something to do."

"What's that? Makin' me her personal punching bag?"

"Exactly," you grinned, squeezing his hand.

"Hey," he paused you before you could exit the auditorium, looking sadder than when his dog died; bottom lip gently trembling. "I just... I need you t'know, I'm really fuckin' sorry, love. I was an absolute idiot, I fucked this up - broke your trust. I regret nothing more, I was such a fuckin' arsehole, and I don't want to be without you, either. I realized I'm not myself without you, that me without you doesn't feel right - "

"Hey," you halted his rambling, "I can't tell you it's okay, Fi, because it's not, but your atonement is appreciated. We've been friends for so long, I don't think I want to walk away entirely - so, let's just go slow and figure our shit out." He nodded in agreement, letting you lead the way, smirking when you cheekily told him, "Mh, bit of advice though? You could try to get in good graces by payin' for dinner tonight."

"Done and done," he eased, releasing your hand to hang his arm around your shoulders, and just like old times, you raised your hand to lace with his, other wrapping around his waist. The smile didn't fall from Felix's face all night, and by the end of the night, had arranged to stay with your family that summer - Oliver Quick and what could've been a summer at Saltburn far from his mind.

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Saltburn masterlist

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[crljhnn]

Gareths totally real girlfriend

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth and you are in a long-distance relationship, meeting for the first time since getting together. While he is excited, his friends doubt whether you are real or not.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None really, just a bit of making out but no actual smut

[Also posted on AO3 - pseud: 04814]

“Ohh Gareth is blushing!” “Aww are you talking to your girlfriend again?” “He is in love” his younger sisters are giggling, dancing around Gareth who is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, telephone in hand.

“He just can’t help himself, she is just so pretty!” “And smart” “and talented” with high-pitched voices they are mocking the way their older brother is regularly fawning over you, while overly batting their eyelashes.

“They are growing up so fast!” His oldest sister is dramatically wiping away fake tears.

“You’re literally five years younger than me, what do you mean?”

“Actually I’m only four and a half years younger than you, so you’re wrong!”

Gareth is about to tell her that that is basically the same when he gets distracted by your laugh coming through the phone. “I can’t wait to finally meet your sisters!”

He grins “Ohh so that is the real reason why you finally decided to come and visit me. I can’t believe it, my dearest girlfriend is only dating me because of my siblings.”

“Don’t be silly!” He can hear the grin in your voice “We both know that it’s actually your hair that wooed me, but I guess your personality and you as a person in general are alright as well.”

“Haha very funny. I think you guys meeting will probably be the death of me.”

“What a great way to die.” those are the last words his youngest sister says before she grabs the older one and pulls her out of the room.

Gareth and you met at a concert a few months ago and instantly hit it off. After finding out that you both drove about two hours to the concert, coming from opposite directions, you exchanged numbers and promised each other to at least call every once in a while. Planning to attend the next good concert, that’s somewhat nearby, together.

Well, looking back on it now you might have overdone the whole staying in touch thing a little bit, not that you’re complaining! You and Gareth had great chemistry from the start and easily spent multiple hours talking on the phone every day. Considering that, and the way you both have been quite smiley ever since coming back from the concert, none of your family members were surprised when you announced your relationship.

You both have been itching to meet in person again, which is why you decided that the first longer trip you are gonna make with your first own car that you just got for your eighteenth birthday, is going to be to Hawkins. Gareth was over the moon, hearing this news, having himself begged his mom at least a thousand times to let him borrow her car over the weekend, to make his way over to your city.

“It’s getting late, I think I should head to bed, after all, I have a long drive planned tomorrow.”

It’s Thursday afternoon right now, tomorrow around this time you are gonna be lying in your boyfriend's arms. You already have everything packed and safely stored in your trunk, planning to drive over directly after school in hopes of arriving during the early evening.

“Okay, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Please drive safely, good night sweetheart.”

“Good night babes, see you tomorrow.”

He nearly has a heart attack when he hears his sister speaking up next to him “Aww he called her sweetheart, how adorable.” She giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Shouldn’t you be taller?”

—

The next day Gareth is up nearly an hour earlier than normal, being way too excited to even think straight. His giddiness follows him through the day confusing the Hellfire guys immensely. This is not how he normally responded to being at school.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Eddie is the one to finally break the silence when they are all sitting at their lunch table “You’ve been acting weird all day!”

“Oh my girlfrie-” he is not able to finish his sentence before he gets interrupted by Jeff “Ohhh your totally real girlfriend that coincidentally lives super far away.” The boys laugh “You know we are all single, no need to make up lies to-” one of the other Hellfire boys speaks up just to end up getting interrupted as well. And that by no other than one of the freshmen “Not all of us are single, we’re not!”.

Damn.

“Well,” Gareth, being fed up with his friends not believing that he could possibly be in a relationship, abruptly stands up “Actually, she is visiting this weekend so if you come over you can finally meet my in fact very real girlfriend.” With that he storms out of the cafeteria, leaving his tray behind for the others to clean up.

—

His angry mood doesn’t stick, but his good mood doesn't return either. Is it really so unlikely for him to have a girlfriend? Is it so unrealistic that a girl could be attracted to him? He always thought that you were out of his league, but before now it never worried him or made him feel insecure. Quite the opposite actually, he was always proud that he was able to score a girl like you.

But what if you remembered him in an idealized kind of way? Would you be disappointed after seeing him in the flesh again? Would it be awkward? What if you decided that he wasn’t what you expected and just broke up with him?

His spiraling was interrupted when his house came into view, with a car parked in front of it, which exactly matched the description you had excitedly given him a few days ago talking about your newest possession. Is he starting to imagine things now? You shouldn’t be arriving until way later in the day.

When he opens the front door he is greeted with the view of you and his mom, giggling and drinking tea at the kitchen table, something suspiciously looking like a photo album lying in front of you. The noise of the closing door notifies both of you of his presence making you simultaneously look up.

“Hi”

He is still frozen at the door. You stand up, cross the room and meet him at the door, embracing him in a hug as soon as he is within reachable distance. Coming back to earth he quickly returns it.

“Hey”

“You’re early.” It comes out more like a statement than a question. His tone made you fear that you crossed a boundary or upset him, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at his face “Yes, is that okay?”

“YES! Sorry! I mean yeah that’s totally cool, I’m just surprised. How did you get here so early?”

You grin sheepishly “I might or might not have skipped school today. But I wouldn't have been able to focus either way because I was way too excited” you reason.

“You’re lucky that it was my day off today or you would be sitting on the porch right now” his mother's amused tone pulled you out of your little daze, finally completely pulling out of the hug “I probably should be concerned about you being a bad influence on my son by skipping school, but it looks like he himself isn’t really taking his attendance that serious either.”

Shit.

“However,” you and Gareth share a slightly anxious look “I'm gonna make an exception and let that slide today, but don't make skipping a habit. We don't want your academics to suffer, right?” Gareth groans, mumbling something about her embarrassing him under his breath.

You on the other side let out a breath you didn't knew you were holding in. You didn’t even think twice about what impression you would leave, when you show up for the first time meeting your boyfriend's mom, proudly proclaiming that you just skipped school.

She grabs her bag and turns to you. “I'm going grocery shopping, anything I should bring honey?” You both simultaneously shake your head. “I wasn't talking to you Gareth, you just skipped school, I may not punish you, but I’m sure as hell aren’t rewarding you either!”

“But she skipped too, why are you asking her then?”

Geez thanks.

“Well SHE is not my child to raise and SHE is also a guest, if you excuse me now, I want to be at the shop before all the good fruits and vegetables are gone.” With that the door closes behind her, resulting in you two being alone now.

“Hi” 'Wow smart thing to say, if she doesn’t already think that you are a total loser she sure does now.'

Instead of laughing at him as he expected, you smile.

“Hi! Wanna show me your room?”

—

Back at Hawkins High, the Hellfire Club is still sitting at their table.

“Wasn’t that a bit much? He seemed genuinely hurt.” Dustin, always the sweetheart, speaks up. “Yeah, I feel bad now too” agreement follows from the others.

“Do you really think that his girlfriend isn’t real?” Mike asks Eddie

“I mean I was suspicious before, but this kind of sold the deal, right? If he had a girlfriend, why would he react like that?” The others nod at their ‘leaders‘ reasoning.

Dustin decides to speak up again in hopes of making them see the said things from Gareth's perspective “I mean you sort of implied that it's extremely unlikely for a woman to want him”

Eddie looks offended “Come on now, that’s not what I said or meant and you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that, but does Gareth?”

“Okay, you know what, I'm gonna drive over and apologize. Then I'm telling him that it’s no biggy that he lied about having a girlfriend and we will all just forget about it. Yay happy ending, driving into the sunset together with our hair flowing in the wind.”

“Fine man, but Im coming with you,” Jeff says “Not the whole sunset thing, but I think I have to apologize too.” And with that, they both make their way to Eddies van to drive over to Gareths.

—

Gareth on the other hand has long forgotten about their ‘fight’ at lunch, being a lot more focused on the way his girlfriends' lips feel. He still can’t believe that he finally has you here, in his house, in his room, in his bed. That he can hug, touch and kiss you. He slowly pushes you down, laying part of his body weight on you to get closer, while your hands find their way under his shirt.

—

Eddie and Jeff have now arrived at their destination, ringing the doorbell a few times.

Nothing.

“He must still be mad, let's get in through the garage, they never lock it.” Eddie proposes.

—

“There is someone at the door” you break the kiss

“Yeah, I heard.” Gareth only takes a second to respond before instantly chasing your lips again.

“You don’t want to open?”

“Nah, whoever it is is gonna survive, I have more important matters to attend to.” You giggle, making your boyfriend aware of how smitten he is again.

—

The two boys have successfully entered the house and are now walking up the stairs, Eddie already talking the apology, that he and Jeff came up with on their way here, through in his head, being so deep in thought, he doesn’t even consider knocking before he opens the door, well more like slams the door open.

The first thing he hears is a shriek that sounds suspiciously like it came from a girl. The next sound is clearly Gareths voice.

“What the fuck dude, ever heard of knocking? Get the fuck out!” With that, he is pushed out of the room by a shirtless Gareth. Neither he nor Jeff has a chance to say anything before Gareth is slamming the door in their faces.

“Damn, maybe he wasn’t lying.”

“Good for him, good for him.”

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson x you #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #fem!reader #stranger things #fluff #established relationship #oneshot #x reader #fanfic #gareth has two younger sisters because I said so #no use of y/n

[theblackberrygirl]

I FORGOT SHOES

#HELP #I have to borrow my sisters she gonna mock me for YEARS

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Five

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3601

Warnings: ANGST, Bucky most definitely needs a hug halfway through this, bad language words

A/N: I’m flattered and frankly overwhelmed with the love and support everyone is showing for this little story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🥰

A/N 2: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

In case you missed the update, I will try to publish a new chapter every Saturday from here on out. 🤞

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

Whistles and sirens were blaring inside Bucky’s head as he stared at Peter’s neighbor. Everything within him was screaming at him to run away. His anxiety ticked up. Could this really be (Y/N)? 

He would have recognized her voice anywhere. God only knew how many times he’d listened and relistened to her voicemail. He wasn’t obsessive; he just liked the dips-the peaks and valleys-in her voice and the self-deprecating laugh she’d made. And with his super soldier hearing- he’d learned a knack for these things.

Bucky stood unmoving and breathless while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in front of her door. All he could do was stare at her. He had never imagined in a million years meeting her face-to-face. It was like a dream. A weird but wonderful dream. 

He was stunned by her beauty as he gazed into her smiling face. Not that he’d ever pictured her being unattractive.

No siree.

It was a shock to have her here now, but to have her looking the way she did? (Y/N) was gorgeous. Her eyes sparkled with giddiness, and pink tinged the apples of her cheeks.

He must have finally died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation he could think of right now.

Because there (Y/N) was, in front of him and in the flesh, still shaking his hand.

Still.

Bucky’s stomach swooped with the feeling of embarrassment. He could feel the skin of his face warming quickly. He was just like Lang meeting Steve at the airport in Germany. An overeager puppy. 

God, he was an idiot.

He caught an uncomfortable look flash across (Y/N)’s face but continued pumping her arm. Peter cleared his throat beside him, and (Y/N) grinned wider in response. 

A dazzling smile.

“Gonna need my hand back to unlock the door,” she said with a soft chuckle. 

Bucky dropped it like he’d been burned. He could see Peter giving him a goofy look out of the corner of his eye. Like that kid wasn’t awkward as fuck around girls. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand. 

What was he thinking, shaking her hand so long?

Bucky clumsily followed (Y/N) and Peter into her apartment after the deadbolt was unlocked and nearly dumped her grocery bags on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Peter threw him another weird look.

“Please excuse my friend,” Peter quipped, patting Bucky on the shoulder.  “Apparently, he just learned to walk yesterday.”

(Y/N) laughed politely at the joke, and Bucky blushed furiously. 

From the stories Steve had told him about their past and “sweeping dames off their feet,” why was this so hard? It should be like taking candy from a baby. He had a rapport with her, not that she knew, but it should be more comfortable than it was. His shoulders slumped.

“S-sorry,” Bucky stuttered out. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at the apology, and his chest constricted.

“Don’t worry about it,” (Y/N) reasoned, “I just had the floors waxed.” She winked at him as she grabbed a bag from his arms.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. She winked. She fucking winked!  

Was (Y/N) flirting? Did he flirt back? Did he even remember how? He would have known what to do if they were texting instead. Their whole relationship was easier when they weren’t face-to-face. When he couldn’t see how the light in the kitchen made her hair shine or how her eyes twinkled when she laughed, he was a lot smoother. 

Smooth like creamy peanut butter. 

It was so frustrating only remembering bits and snatches of his old memories. This situation was nothing like the girl at the coffee shop he sometimes visited or the corner market’s cashier. This was (Y/N). This was someone he’d reciprocate the advances from- given half a chance. Someone he definitely didn’t have feelings for, though.

Nope. Not at all. 

From somewhere hidden deep inside, the darkness crept in. You think she’s flirting with you? You think she wants someone like you? She pities you, his inner voice said—pity for a sad, broken man. 

The breath previously stuck inside him rushed out in a sob.  His stomach plunged to his feet again, but not in embarrassment this time. This time, it was for actually believing he might have a chance with (Y/N). Thinking she’d settle for someone like him. 

He was dangerous. He was a murderer.

(Y/N)’s face filled with concern, eyebrows pinching together, and she edged closer. She raised a hand to touch him but thought twice. “You okay?”

Bucky shook his head to dispel the bleak thoughts. “Ye-yeah, sorry.” The room kept spinning. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Would you like some water?” (Y/N) asked, rushing to the cupboard to pull down a glass to fill.

Peter stepped closer to his side. “You don’t look too good, man. Yer not havin’ one of your flashbacks, are ya?”

Bucky looked at Peter for a moment, puzzled. Flashback? His grapefruit was too scrambled to conjure up any of the horrors he experienced at night during the day. “No, kid. I’m fine,” he lied. 

Peter inched back slightly, but still within reach if the worst should happen. 

Bucky saw (Y/N) watching him expectantly, tilting the glass in his direction. “No, thank you, ma’am. Water won’t be necessary.”

He observed (Y/N)’s eyes slowly widen in shock.  

“Ma’am?” (Y/N) asked in mock offense. “Ma’am?”

Peter started laughing as Bucky’s mouth popped open in a horrified “O.” He tried to protest, but nothing would come out. 

(Y/N) turned to Peter, who was now gasping in laughter. “It’s the cardigan, huh?” she questioned jokingly. “It makes me look like a crazy cat lady, doesn’t it?”

Bucky’s face flushed instantly. “That’s not…” he argued, the end of his sentence coming out as a groan instead. 

How had this night and their meeting gone downhill so quickly? He couldn’t do anything right around (Y/N), it seemed.

How could he win her heart if he was just some bumbling fool? 

Oh, god! Was he actively trying to win (Y/N) over?

Bucky’s pulse hammered underneath his skin. He’d finally met the girl he was falling for, and he was mucking up the whole thing. The instinct to flee suddenly kicked into high gear. 

He took one last look at Peter, hunched over in laughter and holding his stomach. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the kid. He had some nerve! He slid his eyes over to where (Y/N) stood. Her expression was rapidly morphing from good-humored to regret. 

Bucky placed the final bag he held on the counter and huffed a sigh before walking past (Y/N) and Peter out of the kitchen, heading for the door. (Y/N) caught the nook of his elbow as he passed, stopping him.

He looked down at the delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, and his heart lurched. She wasn’t afraid, he thought. She knew who he was- what he was- and she wasn’t afraid. He brought his gaze back up to hers. He could easily break every finger of her hand, but there was no fear in her eyes—just remorse.

“I apologize,” (Y/N) assured. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her hand skimmed down his forearm to his wrist and left behind the fleeting feeling of her touch.

“It’s fine,” Bucky said gruffly. “I was leaving anyway.” He nodded at Peter, who had managed to pull himself together from his laughing fit, and gave (Y/N) a thin-lipped smile. He made his way to the door. 

(Y/N)’s face dropped as he walked away. “Oh. Well, thank you for your help with my groceries,” she called.

Bucky’s step faltered as he walked through the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder at (Y/N) for a moment and shut the door.

He had had no desire to leave the radiant presence of (Y/N), but if he didn't, the fluttering he felt inside would have turned into a full-blown panic attack while thinking about every misstep he’d taken. 

Reaching the sidewalk outside (Y/N) and Peter’s building, Bucky expelled a huge exhale. 

“Well, that was a fucking disaster,” he grumbled to himself. 

He stomped down the sidewalk to where he’d parked the car he’d borrowed from the compound. He wrenched the driver-side door open in frustration, nearly ripping the thing off. He slid inside and stared out the windshield. Was there a way back from this? Or was he destined to spend eternity in the friend zone?

Bucky wrung his hands around the steering wheel and let out a moan of exasperation. He started the ignition and gave one last glance to (Y/N)’s building. He tucked away any hope he thought he might’ve had with her in the far recesses of his mind and drove away. 

Bucky was trembling by the time he returned to the compound. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he strode down one of the many halls leading to his quarters. He had worked himself into a frenzy on the drive home. 

It was her, he thought, gliding his gloved hand through the hair that had come loose from the earlier knot he’d tied. It was definitely (Y/N).

There was no mistaking it was her, now. Bucky was absolutely sure. (Y/N)’s voicemail had played over and over in his mind on the ride upstate.

Bucky stalked down the hallway, cursing himself again for blowing any modicum of a chance he had with (Y/N).

What was he saying? Did he stand a real chance with her? He was The Winter fucking Solider. The Asset. Soldat. 

Of course not.

He growled as he moved closer to his apartment, his sanctuary. It was the only place he could find any real solace nowadays.

Struggling with his internal conflict, focusing too much on the what-ifs, he didn’t see the solid wall of muscle until it was too late.

“Whoa, Buck! Easy there,” Steve said as he steadied his dazed best friend. “Where’s the fire?”

Bucky glimpsed into Steve’s eyes, his own shimmering with sadness. Steve thought the world of him. He could do no wrong, according to Steve. What would he think after this? 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, voice full of worry. 

“I fucked up, Stevie,” Bucky lamented, eyes now downcast to the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asked, grabbing hold of Bucky’s shoulder.  “What did you do?”

Bucky’s eyes flicked back up to Steve’s face, and he watched fear crawl across it.

His body practically crumpled inwardly. “It was her,” Bucky said. “She was right in front of me.”

“Her who?” Steve questioned. The look of fear slipped into one of misunderstanding once he realized no immediate threat or harm was coming to Bucky.

Bucky chuckled. “(Y/N).” His focus wasn’t on Steve anymore, but just over his right shoulder. His eyes were wistful. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “She was so...God, she was just so beautiful.”

Bucky proceeded when Steve continued to stare at him blankly. “She was a breath of fresh air after you’ve run at full-speed for what seems, like, forever.”

“A breath of fresh air?”

“Yes!”

“I’m still not exactly sure who we’re talkin’ about,” Steve confessed.

“God, punk! Pay attention,” Bucky groused, swiping both hands through his hair.

“Who’s (Y/N) again?”

“She’s the girl,” Bucky explained.

“The girl?” Steve asked, still not quite understanding.

“The girl,” Bucky emphasized.

A look of realization finally dawned on Steve’s face. “(Y/N)? The girl you’ve been texting?”

“YES!” Bucky exclaimed emphatically. “For a smart guy, you can be pretty dense.”

“Wait, how?”

“I was helping Parker with some schoolwork, and she’s his neighbor, apparently,” Bucky answered.

“She’s Peter’s neighbor? In Queens?” 

“Did you have a stroke or somethin’?” Bucky wondered. “Yes, in Queens. Next door to Parker.” 

“You didn’t tell me she was in New York,” Steve said, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“I didn’t think it mattered at the time,” Bucky admitted. “It wasn’t like I ever planned to meet her in person.”

“So, what now? Did you ask her on a date?” 

“What?!” Bucky asked in disbelief. He goggled at his best friend like he’d grown a second head. “What part of ‘I fucked up’ didn’t you understand?”

“It couldn’t’ve been that bad,” Steve soothed. “What exactly happened?”

Bucky recounted the whole bungled interaction, down to every gory detail.

“And you just stood there, staring at her?” Steve asked, slightly wincing in secondhand discomfort.

“With my mouth open and everything. Like I was a goddamn fish out of water,” Bucky stated candidly. He scuffed a foot across the linoleum floor. He could feel the anxiety building inside him again.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think?” 

Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed to the messaging app. “Parker said, and I quote, ‘Way to make it weird with Miss (Y/L/N).’”

Steve looked nonplussed. “H-how?”

Bucky threw up his arms in defeat. His hands landed atop his head, and his fingers snaked into his hair, pulling at the roots. “I dunno what happened! I realized I was actually talking to (Y/N), and my insides turned to jelly!” 

Steve stepped forward and guided Bucky’s hands from his hair. Empathy and compassion filled his crystalline eyes.

“How...how do I fix this, Stevie?” Bucky whimpered softly.

Steve sighed. “I don’t know if it can be fixed, but you need to talk to her.”

Bucky blanched at the thought. “I-I-I can’t,” he stammered.

“Why?”

“I like what we have,” Bucky explained. “I like that I’m just James from Brooklyn with her.”

His mouth thinned as he picked at his flesh hand’s thumbnail. “Plus, if I tell (Y/N) who I really am, she’ll judge everything going forward on today’s meeting.”

“You really like her, huh?” Steve queried.

“Well, yeah,” Bucky answered, blushing a bit. “She’s pretty great.”

A smirk lifted at the corners of Steve’s mouth. “No, I mean, you really like her.”

Bucky’s blush deepened. “I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Steve huffed a small laugh, faintly shaking his head. He held up his hands in mock surrender. He took a step closer to his best friend. “Whatever you decide to do- whether it’s to tell her the truth or just suss out the situation- just talk to her.” He placed a hand on Bucky’s right shoulder and squeezed gently. “Don’t wait too long, though, and miss your opportunity. You’ll be kickin’ yourself.”

Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “I know.”

“Everyone deserves good things to come to them. You most of all, Buck.” Steve squeezed one more time before dropping his hand to his side.

Bucky blinked rapidly at the sentiment, trying his best to keep the emotion out of his eyes. He smiled. “Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

After a long shower to help himself unwind and wash away all the stress of the day, Bucky was sprawled out on his bed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting sweats. His phone was in the palm of his hand, and his heart was doing flip flops in his chest. His anxiety was gradually spiking, undoing the purpose of the earlier shower. It had been nearly two hours since he charged out of (Y/N)’s apartment. Why hadn’t she texted him? 

Before he could overthink it more than he already had, he punched in a text and initiated the conversation.

Bucky Hey, doll. How was your day?

He stared at the screen of his phone, willing (Y/N) to reply. 

He watched the words go in and out of focus as he continued to observe the unchanging text thread. His right palm was beginning to sweat.

Several minutes passed before Bucky gave up and threw the phone to the bed. He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against his thighs to keep them occupied, only to find himself crossing his arms across his chest moments later. Seconds afterward, he uncrossed his arms, balling his hands into fists. He reached for the book on the nightstand, hoping for a distraction from the silence of his phone. 

He was inevitably waiting for a text he knew wasn’t coming. 

Bucky consciously tried to read the words on the page, but his mind kept drifting. (Y/N) was smart. She had obviously put two and two together, and she was currently composing a polite yet firm text dismissing him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The silence was maddening!

He shoved the bookmark back in the book, tossed it on the nightstand roughly, and got up from the bed to start pacing. Periodically, his hands would find their way into his wet locks, tugging ever so slightly.

After what seemed like the twentieth circuit around the bedroom, a soft buzzing came from the mattress top. Bucky rushed toward the bed and retrieved the device. He clutched it to his heaving chest before exhaling loudly.

Moment of truth, he thought.

He raised the phone to see the screen.

(Y/N) Hey, sorry! I must’ve dozed off while taking my bath. 

(Y/N) Didn’t mean to leave you hanging!

A weight lifted from Bucky’s shoulders. She hadn’t purposely meant to ignore his text. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Bucky Don’t worry about it.

(Y/N) I guess I was more tired than I thought. 

Bucky Should I let you go?

(Y/N) No, no...I can chat.

Bucky So, how was your day?

(Y/N) It was good. The subway was on time this morning. Timmons wasn’t too much of a pain in the ass, even though we are in the middle of putting together a huge, new account. 

(Y/N) I had dinner with Robyn at Penelope to discuss centerpieces for the wedding. 

Bucky held his breath as he watched the ellipses blink on his phone. This is it. This is where (Y/N) let him down easy.

(Y/N) Then, I came home to a hot bath and a bottle of wine.

Bucky reread the last text three times before it sank in that (Y/N) hadn’t mentioned anything about running into him. Maybe it really was okay.

(Y/N) Oh, and I met my first Avenger today.

There it was. That’s what Bucky had been waiting for. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and flapped slowly up to his chest. His thumbs gracelessly typed out his message.

Bucky Oh, yeah? Who’d you meet?

Bucky tried to calm his breathing as he anticipated (Y/N)’s reply.

(Y/N) It is was something like Bunky or Borky. The one with the metal arm.

Borky?!

Bucky You mean Bucky?

(Y/N) Yup. Thats the one!

Bucky Well…???

(Y/N) He was absolutely adorkable! 

Bucky Adorkable? 🤔

What the hell does that even mean? Bucky wondered, gripping his phone a little tighter.

(Y/N) You know, adorable but dorky. Adorkable!

Bucky Oh.

(Y/N) He wouldn’t stop shaking my hand when my neighbor introduced us and he was just staring. he almost dropped my groceries all over the kitchen because he wouldn’t stop staring. 

Bucky Wait, your neighbor knows an Avenger?

(Y/N) Pssh! Im pretty sure hes an avenger too!

Bucky What?!?! 😳 Which one???

Bucky’s heart started galloping as he read (Y/N)’s words. Did she know about Parker?

(Y/N) hes obviously spiderman

Oh, shit! She did. 

Bucky How do you figure?

(Y/N) same height/build...ive listened to interviews with spiderman...sounds just like peter...he has an “internship” at stark industries...and i saw peter climbing up the side of our building once in the spiderman costume

(Y/N) spiderman is peter parker

(Y/N) dont tell anyone i told you though...its a secret

Bucky How much wine have you had, doll?

(Y/N) 1 or 2 glasses y?

Bucky chuckled at (Y/N)’s obliviousness. She was quite “adorkable” when she was drinking.

Bucky Your grammar has gone to shit, and you think your neighbor is Spider-Man.

(Y/N) grammar schwammer and he is

Bucky threw his head back in a full laugh. He was suddenly glad he took Steve’s advice and texted (Y/N). She really wasn’t bothered he’d made a fool of himself earlier. At least, not with a little wine in her.

(Y/N) Like borky, you should have seen borky barnes! he turned red as a tomato when he almost dropped my stuff...i think someone was smitten

Bucky’s stomach rolled when he noticed the subject change. She wasn’t going to let it go.

Bucky Can you blame him? I bet you’re cute as a button.

(Y/N) well obvi...i feel bad though...i kinda gave him a hard time for calling me ma’am...i regretted it the sec it happened...he kinda stormed out...i know i hurt his feelings

(Y/N) he was just being polite cuz you know- manners

Bucky What would you do if you saw him again?

Now was his chance to see where he stood. To know if he even had a fighting chance.

(Y/N) probably apologize profusely then ask him out for a cup of coffee

Bucky You’d ask him out for a cup of coffee?

(Y/N) y not? hes easy on the eyes and when those baby blues are locked on you-its hypnotizing

And just like that, Bucky knew he was back in the game.

10:37 pm- later that night

Bucky Hey, dipshit. (Y/N) knows you’re Spider-Man.

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➸ CHAPTER 6 | " AT LONG LAST PT. 1 "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

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To be promenaded in front of the entire ton is one of every lady’s desires. From the piercing stares of the envious, to the love-struck looks of those smitten by the pair, the two most-loved couple of this season gracefully saunters from the cemented pathway and down to the grassy lawn, ever so politely greeting Northumberland with their warmest and charming presence.

The young marquess joins the young miss’ family under the canopy near the lake. With a hand draping over Sunghoon’s arm, Lord Niki mutters swears to the gods for lightning to strike upon the chap, as the gagging sight of his sister along with his most despised douche is gradually sucking the life out of him.

“Good morning!” Sunghoon greets the family and so did Lady Park. Jay gives away a polite nod followed by a toast of the teacup, whereas the almost always brooding Niki responds with an exaggerated rolling of his eyes.

“Your Grace. Always the charmer, aren't we?” Niki jeers to which Jay chokes on his warm, jasmine tea.

“The smoothest at being one, Riki.” The name rolls naturally off his tongue like a snake’s hiss that roused Niki’s ire. The boy could feel the crescendo of his spite, yet he eases it casually with a sly smirk.

“Smooth like a snake, perhaps? I anticipate those fangs in action.” Niki surprisingly snaps back. Jay clears his throat as he whispers to Niki in hopes to prevent him from further fumes, although he knows it would be of no use.

Sunghoon scoffs in return, “need I remind you that I shall deliver if provoked. However tempting that may be right now, I regret to inform you that I’m only here to promenade your sister and impress your dear mother.”

“I do hope she turns you down in the most painful way possible, Your Grace. I find my sister's taste in men quite genteel. Surely, you're aware of how opposed you are to that considering your…” Niki walks closer to the marquess to give an exclusive barb against his ear, “nasty record.” He brushes off imaginary dust off Sunghoon’s shoulder before bumping against it, “Good day to you two!”

“Oh dear, your brother is making me worried. Is he alright?” Lady Park whispers to Jay and the gent soothes their mother by softly massaging her hands, rubbing circles on the back of her palm, “he's just going through puberty, mother.”

“Is that so? I don't remember you having those episodes before. Furthermore, I apologize, Your Grace. Rest assured it won't happen again. I will definitely see to it.”

“No worries entirely. It's Niki after all, he may be a tough handful but as far as I recall he's completely-”

“Held back? Are those the words you were going for?” Jay cuts off. 

“You're quite forgetting the fact that I’m right here.” Y/n attempts to intrude only to be silenced by her brother once again. With his head held high, Jay saunters up to Sunghoon, who is almost the same height as him. Locking eyes with the chap, he simpers, “come, Your Grace, I require a brief moment with you. Excuse us for a bit, sis.”

And with that, the men left the canopy, leaving Y/n and her mother utterly baffled with the uncalled tension.

The sound of paper being folded into an almost crumple echoes around the parlour, where the only sound that existed prior was deafening silence from the three men sitting across each other.

The culprit was none other than Yang Jungwon, who appears to be insulted from what he just read. Throwing off the now crumpled paper, Daniel perfectly catches it mid-air and opens it in haste.

Sunoo takes a gander at the Daily Tattle’s contents that Daniel incoherently mutters. Jungwon carefully studies his brother's reaction as Sunoo’s smile quickly transforms into shock, followed by the furrowing of his eyebrows with his mouth ajar; the final gesture, shooting a questioning look-- with his mouth still ajar-- at one of the scandal’s subjects.

“Surely, me asking two dances from you was already too cheap but, one, brother? Are you seriously being expensive right now?" The eldest exclaims.

"One that is very exclusive and controversial, might I add." Daniel chimes in. “What was all that about?"

"Remind me why I need to explain myself to the both of you?" Jungwon monotonously replies with his eyes fixed on the book he was now reading.

“Because we ought to know?”

“Well, if not to us, at least to Y/n?"

“Good god. Why is she in this conversation all of a sudden?"

"Because you pulled a dick move on her and we ought to know what's going on inside that brain of yours! You're so dense. Must we shake you up to shrug off those lil rust in there?"

"Oh, shut up, Daniel."

“That thing you did there? With her? Was very unlikely of you, Jungwon." Sunoo stands from his seat and transfers to Jungwon’s side on the couch.

"Well, what is like me then?"

"Spit it out or Daniel and I are gonna have to annoy you for the whole week.”

Jungwon slams the book on the couch and lets out an exasperated sigh before grunting out loud. "I just wanted to be alone with her, okay?! Are you pleased now?"

"Wait. You like her, don't you?”

“No, I don't! And I would never for heaven's sake."

“But you want to be alone with her. Isn't that what people do when they're in love?" Daniel rubs his chin in thought.

“Oh, god! Whatever lets the both of you sleep at night then. Assume the worst for all I care." The heated gent lifts himself up from the couch and strides towards the exit.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from the two of you. You won't stop annoying me either way, so I’m gonna get myself some cleaner air.” Jungwon slams the door shut behind him for a relieving walk to the woods.

“Now he's mad.”

“All we ever said was the truth, didn't we?”

“He is pretty rusty, alright.”

Y/n visits the Kielder Forest once again to run away from the stressful men of this morning’s promenade. She could've stayed in her fortress, but because of their foolish ruse, she had to show up. Now her brothers had to meddle with the already confusing mess.

Pages from the borrowed Austen book are now being flicked through again. She couldn't concentrate no matter how hard she tried, as Niki’s words still lingered in her mind.

“What nasty record could he have?” She mutters under her breath. Soon after, crunching of leaves startles her, and she realizes her whispers weren't the only noise around. Y/n dashes out of her sheer fort only to be welcomed by her most coveted man ever.

"What are you doing here?!" Jungwon asks in an angry kind of worry.

"What are you doing here?"

"Taking a walk, obviously?"

"Well, I’m reading. Obviously." Y/n sassily blinks at him, to which he returns a slightly puzzled look.

"You're much aware that you shouldn't be here, let alone unchaperoned, right?"

"Well, good thing you're here!"

Y/n crouches down to re enter her fort now that she has a guest. She softly taps the extra pillow, gesturing Jungwon to join her in a momentary bliss. One that is very rare when it comes to the both of them, and something that the young miss has found herself accustomed to now. When it comes to Jungwon, he'll just leave her begging for more.

Was it simply luck that had caused him to turn down this pathway? Whatever it was, he didn't feel the need to complain. As of now, all he ever wanted was a piece of mind from his brother's interrogations about him and Y/n. Not fully realizing that the very person who triggered him to rush out of his house would be the one he was impossibly hoping to run into.

"You still have that?" Jungwon points his lips to the book she was flipping. She had borrowed it from him and had yet to return it after all these years.

"Are the inclusions still there?" He continues. Although he wishes he didn't. He recalls all the little notes he left on his favorite pages just to get his feelings across and now he chuckles at the mere thought of him playing Romeo.

"They are. They're kind of tattered now, but they're still comprehensible. You do have a remarkable penmanship after all, something that's very impossible to miss."

The boy chuckles at the thought. "You do mean those things you wrote here, right?" She concerningly asks to which Jungwon only shrugs his shoulder with lips shut tight. "Well, don't mind me 'cause I'd like to think that you did."

"Suit yourself." He mutters. Little did she know he was smiling to himself with flushed cheeks.

The boy looks around the interior of the fort while whistling to the air, followed by a few jabberjays mocking his tune. They chuckle over the memory and realize they had traveled back in time.

"Jay's going to get aggressive with me on fencing once he hears about this. I've been conspiring to keep his sister hidden." He playfully smirks.

"Do you remember we used to do this in the garden lawn? Playing hide and seek just to get a glimpse of Jay's maddening face." Y/n reminisces the good old times they both used to share. Although there were petty fights here and there, what conquered most was their endearing bond.

Jungwon looks over as he vividly remembers that exact memory, "and we ended up building a fort out of the picnic sheets we used to hide in and officially made it our castle" he adds.

"I've forgotten what it's like to feel young." Y/n lets out a deep sigh, minding the pressure she's bearing now that she's about to be offered to the life-long commitment that is marriage.

Jungwon looks over her, feeling all concerned with the worries that she might be facing as of late; things that he wouldn't have any knowledge of as a man.

Society has dictated women's place in the world as persons who are supposed to be emotional, submissive, and homely; something very opposed to those of men. Knowing Y/n well enough and how she enjoys her liberty, her own principles, Jungwon worries her future companion, if not him, would find her very indifferent and of no use in the long run.

And it pains him to think that she wouldn't be well off with someone even worse than him.

She deserves more and he knows that fully well.

"Well, I, for one, miss moments like this more than anything." He lightens the mood in hopes of seeing that beautiful smile on her face.

As he turns to her, the two lock eyes. In that moment, Yang Jungwon swore of laying out his long-hidden sentiments. Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind. But with Y/n looking at him like this, he would most likely fuck things up.

And he fails himself yet again.

"So uhh… you and the duke-to-be, huh? That must be thrilling." He looks away and pretends to play with the twigs on the ground.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, indeed, it is. The promenade went well today… before the two decided to sabotage it."

"Do tell."

"We're all aware of how Niki ultimately detests the marquess, aren’t we? He kind of uhh… insulted the man in front of mother."

"And… Jay?"

"Stole the marquess from me to have a word with him."

"I reckon he had many words with him."

Y/n chagrins at the imagination of Jay going head to head with the marquess. Being the overprotective one, Jay will go out of his way to expel threats in the family.

"You seem to be clearly aware of that. Yet you entertained His Grace anyway. I pity Niki. He must be going through a loophole of shit again, now that his dear sister's off strutting with that man." Jungwon blurts out, though he wishes he never did… again.

He is clearly rusty and he kind of admits it now.

"That man? Whatever's the matter with all of you?! You dare speak of him like you know what happened between him and my brother-"

"Y/n, we all went to the same university. What makes you think I know nothing?"

"That man you're referring to was just the man who saved me from an embarrassing night, no thanks to you."

Jungwon scoffs at her pettiness.

"Don't turn away with those remarks now. You toyed with me that night, left me there with nothing but utter shame to bring home. I'm sure you're very proud of that now."

Promenading would be every woman's desire, indeed. But being ghosted or fled from is something that every woman fears, especially when they've been shunned by someone they adore the most. Such shame and reproach haunts them for almost the rest of their lives, especially when the ton won't let them sleep at night with that reminder.

"Have you not at least any bit of politeness left in you? You must be ashamed, asking my brother for such favor that you cannot even put through yourself."

"I have my reasons."

"I highly doubt they're even valid." Y/n retorts. Jungwon sighs in exasperation, finding the situation rather unnecessary that he'd rather keep his mouth shut. She deserves to let her anger out after all.

"Whatever happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, looking over to the boy who kept his head hung low with his elbows leaning on his raised knees. "Sometimes, I look at you and see a completely different person. You know, I never learned to read your mind, Jungwon. So stop giving me all these silent treatments as if something happened even though nothing ever did."

Jungwon lets out a sharp exhale before poking his cheek with his tongue. "Stop seeing Sunghoon then. If you care so much about your brother, stop frolicking around with that scoundrel."

Y/n scoffs at him, followed by the rolling of her eyes, trying to stifle an untimely tear from falling.

"You're unbelievable! Just so you know, I've wasted many sleepless nights crying because of your stupid ass, and I still do for heaven's sake! But now it's very clear to me that there's no amount of crying left that I can do for you!"

Y/n groans heavily before standing up from the pillow she was sitting on, throwing the Austen book hardly on the cold ground.

"So much for hearing nothing but the truth from you, huh? I despise you, Jung. Very much."

She runs off from the boy for what seemed like the nth time. For the past years, this exact scene had happened. Jungwon closes his eyes and lets himself fall harshly on the pillows. He raises a hand over his head, looking at the gaps between his fingers thinking of how he let her slip away, again. He drowns himself in deep thoughts, all the while trusting that Y/n will forget this day ever happened, like before.

He knows she will.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

Though deep down, his stomach churns in fear.

And there's no one to blame but his damning pride.

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i wake up abruptly by my alarm, quickly snoozing it as i look around, taking in my surroundings. i rub my sleepy eyes as i glance at all the empty containers of the chinese food left on my poor coffee table from the night before. that’sfor sure gonna be a bitch to clean up later. speaking of last night, why am i on the couch? 

my question is quickly answered as i hear a small grunt coming from under the blanket across me. “what time is it?” azula asks as she stretches her arms. i stare at her in awe, how does she look so good mere seconds after waking up? “it’s only nine-thirty, we should go back to sleep” she grunts

my eyes widen at her statement. “nine-thirty? shit, i have class at 10.” now this is when i start panicking “zuko’s supposed to drive me today” 

i check my phone and there it was, 3 missed calls from zuko and approximately 

17 messages. and just on queue, he calls me again.

“hey zuzu, i’m sorry. i fell asleep, i’ll be down in a minute” i say as i start running around my apartment, grabbing along everything i need. i mutter a sorry to azula who just shrugs.

“uh-okay. why is azula’s car parked in front of your building?” he asks me. i can already hear his stupid smirk over the phone. 

“sorry, bad connection. gotta go!” i say as i hang up the phone, making my way over to my bedroom. i put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. i put my laptop in my bookbag and run back to the living room.

“i’m so sorry i have to leave like this,” i say to azula who’s sitting on the couch. she looks up at me “i feel really bad. but i’ll make it up to you. i swear”

“don’t worry about it. i had fun last night” she smiles at me. 

“i had fun too. i’ll leave the keys on the kitchen counter. you can stay here as long as you’d like, just lock up when you leave” i return the smile “also, don’t open the door if mr chung knocks”

I simply had to ward her about mr chung. he’s a single gay man in his fifties who lives next door to me. he’s the main gossip provider of our building. now, don’t get me wrong, i love mr chung and all the hot gossip he offers. but i just wasn’t ready for all my neighbours to begin talking about ‘the new lady in my life’, as mr chung would probably put it

“uh okay, got it. i’ll just get my things and leave then.” azula says as she starts getting up from the couch.

“don’t worry about it” i bid her one last goodbye and grab my coat after i put on my shoes. i sprint down the 5 flights of stairs, deciding against going by elevator. i spot zuko’s car parked next to azulas and get in the passenger seat. i glance at my phone ‘nine-forty five’ 

“we can make it in fifteen minutes, right?” i ask as i glance at zuko

“it’s fine, we have mrs feng, she’s always late anyways,” zuko says as he starts backing out my driveway. “so…” zuko starts “azula’s car in your driveway? what’s that about?” he smirks

“it’s nothing you should worry about salami face,” i say as i return the smirk.

“i told you to stop calling me that! and don’t you even try to avoid the topic y/n” 

“what? are you jealous i chose your sister over you? i knew that you still weren’t over me!” i tease him as i remember our pathetic eight-month relationship our freshman year of college in which we both realised we definitely don’t prefer the opposite gender. it was awkward, to say the least. 

zuko rolls his eyes “no, believe it or not. i’m not jealous. so, she slept over?”

“yeah, we watched a movie and we fell asleep. that’s it.”

“hm… interesting,” he smirks and continues driving.

zuko and i enthusiastically sprinted across campus in hopes of making it on time. since luck was apparently on our side, we arrived right on time. we took a few breaths before opening the classroom door.

i quickly thank god for making it on time, before huffing and making my way through the mob of students who were chatting together. i plop down on the seat next to suki who had her head on the desk, her hair covering her face.

“hey suki” i say, putting my things on the table

suki groans as she lifts her head “hey y/n, is she here yet?” 

“no, not yet.” i answer as i look around “where did zuko go?” i mutter to myself. of course the fucker escaped.

“here i am, i bought us some coffee,” zuko says as he sits on the chair by suki’s left.

“thanks zu. you’re and angel. i’ll need it too, i hate econ” suki says as she starts sipping on her coffee

“that’s exactly why literally everyone told you not to sign up for it,” zuko reminds her.

“yeah, i specifically remember us begging you not to do it. we knew you were gonna be miserable” i add.

“shut up, you know i needed the points,” suki says while grabbing her head.

“well, i know something that’s gonna cheer you up,” zuko tells her. suki immediately lifts her head, looking between us waiting for somebody to tell her what she missed. i groan and roll my eyes. of course, zuko can’t keep just one thing to himself.

“azula slept over at y/n’s house”

“you slept with azula?! i knew that the date went well, but not that good!” suki yells

“that’s not what he said!” i try to explain to her. just by my luck, mrs feng arrives just before i get a chance to explain myself. during the whole lesson, i could feel suki’s eyes piercing through my shoulder. despite that, i decided to be productive and pay attention. manly to keep my mind off of suki’s groaning and quiet complaining.

after our lesson, we all decided to go to the jasmine dragon and meet up with the rest of the group. suki, zuko and i all got into zuko’s car and drove there. the car ride was surprisingly quiet although i could feel suki’s tension radiating off of her, ready to bombard me with questions.

we made our way to our usual table, which was already occupied by sokka, aang, katara and toph. “hey guys” aang greets us as we all sit down. as soon as we sat down i could feel all eyes land on me. i knew immediately that zuko talked. 

“what?” i say, deciding on playing dumb

“you slept with azula!” toph yells, thank god the whole coffee shop can hear her.

“zuko!” i yell at him. of course he can’t keep his mouth shut at any circumstance.

“hey, don’t look at me! suki texted the group chat, i thought you saw it” zuko defends himself while he lifts his hands up, trying to prove his innocence. after that, muffled arguing took over at the table. everybody voicing their opinion at the same time

“guys!” katara stands up “why don’t we let y/n speak?” she suggests 

“finally!” i huff as everybody goes quiet. “i didn’t sleep with azula, she just slept over at my place” i exclaim to our table.

“yeah, right” toph snickers.

“hey!” i yell at her direction, fighting the smile coming onto my face. “you of all people should know i’m not like that”

“yeah, toph. we all know y/n’s the biggest prude here” sokka mocks

i roll my eyes “you guys are the worst friends ever.”  

we were all in the middle of a heated debate about whether cereal should be considered soup or not (that sokka started, change my mind) when i felt a tap on my shoulder. when i turn around, i notice azula, wearing her usual casual clothes with a bag in her hand. i quickly excuse my self from the table, getting a few winks as i sit up. 

“hey, what are you doing here?” i ask her.

“well, my uncle does own this place.” she raises her sharp eyebrows in amusment.

“right, of course. that was a stupid question” i say as i start playing with my hair. i can already feel my cheeks heating up as i look at the table behind azula for help, only getting a few thumbs up in reply.

“anyway, i brought you the clothes you borrowed me last night. i washed and dried them, don’t worry” she says as she gives me the bag.

“thank you, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble, though” 

“don’t worry about it, i’ll take up any excuse i can get to see you” se says while flashing me a smile

“well, in that case, i should lend you my clothes more often”  i giggled.

“maybe you should” she agreed “my friends are waiting for me, but i’ll see you around, y/n.” she said before turning around and walking back to two girls who were unfamiliar to me. 

“yeah, see you around” i quietly sigh, mentally preparing for the interrogation that will take place back at the table occupied by my friends.

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Game Time

WIDEOUT MASTERLIST

Series: WIDEOUT

Note: Well, it’s been two years since I’ve updated this series and I missed it so much. This one was a lot of fun to write. Can you tell I thirsted hard for Diggs in a football uniform? Let me know what you all think!! And let me know if you wanna be tagged in future installments! :)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Football Player!Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: nothing really. kissing, some language? football lingo

Summary: When you’re assigned to tutor Thomas Jefferson in chemistry, you find out that there’s more to him than just football. After you start dating, you attend your first football game to see him play for the first time.

Tagging: @coololdsoulpoetlove​​ @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs​​ @merrahonthawall​ @katierpblogg​ @thespianbooks​ @a-hopeless-fan​ @uniquelystarchildthedragon​ @wcreech​ @sabbrriiinnaa​ @imperial-martian​ @harpersmariano​ @icanneverbesatisfied​ @underthewillowtreerycb​ 

The hallway buzzes with sound and activity as you and Maria get your books out of your lockers.

As you close your locker and slip your bag on your shoulder, you can’t help but smile when you think of the events that happened this past weekend. Images of Thomas’ bright grin and his soft gaze right before and after your first kiss flash through your brain as you get lost in your thoughts.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Maria’s voice brings you back to reality.

Your eyes snap over to her and you give her a guilty simper. “No, sorry. What were you saying? I’m listening now.”

“I was asking if you’re ready for the chem test tomorrow…” Your best friend trails off, narrowing her eyes at you, obviously suspicious of something.

“Oh uh, yeah.” You chuckle a bit nervously. “I’m always ready, M. Are you?”

“Mhm,” she starts before continuing without taking a breath, “Are you okay? I feel like there’s something up with you. You’re like… radiating this weird energy. You haven’t stopped smiling all morning. Not that it’s a bad thing, but...”

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you try to play dumb. “What do you mean? I’m not smiling now… What weird energy? I’m fine.” You say before your eyes flicker over Maria’s shoulder to see Thomas coming in your direction. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sight of him and against your will, that smile Maria mentioned finds its home on your face once more.

“See? There it is again.” Your best friend accuses, pointing a finger at you. Your gaze shifts back to her for a second and you shake your head, pursing your lips to force the smile that won’t go away. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Um... “ You trail off before your eyes flicker over her shoulder again. Thomas catches your gaze and winks as he makes his way over.

“What are you looking at?” Maria asks before she turns around to see your boyfriend approach you two. And suddenly, she thinks she understands.

“Well, would you look at that?” She turns back to you with a smirk, her tone teasing. “It’s your beau.”

Yeah, no kidding. She doesn’t know, yet, does she?

Thomas is grinning when he reaches you and his smile is contagious. He swoops down to press his lips to your cheek sweetly before draping his arm across your shoulders.

“Reynolds.” Thomas greets Maria with a nod, smirking at her wide-eyed expression. Her realization is evident on her face as she puts one and one together.

“Jefferson.” Maria replies, sobering up before she narrows her eyes at him. Oh, she fully understands what’s going on now. 

Thomas looks away from Maria to look down at you.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.”

You look up at him, your grin unfaltering. “Hi, T.”

“Meet me at the field after school? I wanna show you something.” Thomas says, his gaze soft and smile warm.

You nod, causing his smile to widen. 

“Okay, cool.” Your boyfriend leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head before he lets you go and takes a step back. “Alright, ladies, as much as I wanna stay, I have to go and round up the boys. Make sure they get to class on time and blah blah blah. Team captain duties. I’ll see y’all in class.”

Maria rolls her eyes before deadpanning. “Of course you have to do ‘team captain duties.’”

Thomas just shrugs. Before he can leave, you pull something out of your backpack and call out to him.

“Oh, hey, T! Wait, before you go.” He turns to you, raising his eyebrows and pursing his lips, giving you his undivided attention. “Here’s your hoodie back. Thanks for letting me borrow it on Saturday.”

The football player sends you a genuine smile. “Keep it. I want you to wear it for the game on Friday. It’ll be cold out and I want you to have some sort of school pride.”

Your jaw drops at his teasing jab. “I have school spirit!”

“Maybe I just want you wearing my hoodie, then.” He smirks before he quickly continues. “Alright, I’ll see y’all.” He waves, before he nods at the hoodie in your arms and gives you a pointed look. “That’s my favorite hoodie. I trust you with it. Keep it safe.”

You laugh and give him a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”

Maria watches your encounter with her arms crossed. So when Thomas finally leaves and you turn back to her after putting the hoodie back in your bag, she gives you a look that says, “What the fuck, Y/N?”

A sheepish grin shows up on your face. “Yes?”

“You, uh… wanna tell me what the fuck just happened?”

A teacher passes by at that exact moment, reprimanding Maria on his way past. “Language, young lady.”

You both ignore him.

“Uh… yeah.” You start, walking towards class and Maria falls into step with you. “So, Thomas and I are dating now… as you probably found out.”

“You didn’t think it’d be important to disclose this information?”

“I’m sorry, M. I’ve just been stuck in my own head since it happened on Saturday and—”

“I knew it! I knew y’all weren’t just gonna study!” She exclaims, causing some students to turn their heads. She drops down to a reasonable tone before she continues. “Tell. Me. Everything.”

Her reaction causes you to laugh. “Ugh, you sound like my brother.”

“I’m basically your sister. Now, tell me everything. All the details!”

“I mean… after his practice we just went back to his house and Thomas convinced me to watch this show he’s in love with because apparently I remind him of one of the characters.”

“What show?”

“Futurama.”

“Gross.”

“Right? That’s what I thought!” You laugh before you continue. “Anyway, so I told him I’d watch one episode after he showered—”

“Ooh, spicy—”

“Not that kind of story, Maria.” You deadpan and she simpers. “So we watched the episode, and I told him it was kinda dumb and one thing led to another and next thing you know we’re…” You lower your voice, “Making out on his couch. Then he asked me, well more like told me, to be his girlfriend. I agreed. Here we are.”

“Making out? That sounds pretty spicy to me, Y/N.” She wriggles her eyebrows at you. 

“Oh my God, you’re terrible. And can you not use that word?” You groan, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation.

“No, but seriously, Y/N.” Maria says genuinely. “That’s actually really cute. I’m really happy for you guys.”

You smile at her before pulling her into a hug. “Thanks, M. Means a lot.”

She returns the hug for a few seconds before she pulls back to point a finger at you. “He breaks your heart, though, and he’s a dead man.”

“Oh, I know.” You laugh outwardly as you two head into your first class of the day. 

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“Why’d you want me to meet you here?” You ask Thomas. You enter the gated entrance to the track and football field, one of your hands intertwined with his.

“You’ll see.” He says, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Thomas,” you groan, impatience evident in your tone. “Don’t you have practice today? You’re not gonna make me sit through another one, are you?”

Thomas laughs heartily and shakes his head. “Nah. Practice isn’t until 7 today, so we’re fine. And I thought you enjoyed the view when you watched me practice on Saturday.”

You roll your eyes and look up at him. “I did…” You trail off and his eyebrows raise slightly at your confession (though it isn’t much of a confession anymore since you two are together now). “But that doesn’t mean that I wanna come spend my free time watching a bunch of dudes run around with a ball and tackle each other while getting yelled at by Coach Washington.”

He grins at that, looking down at his shoes for a second. “Understandable. I wouldn’t wanna listen to Coach’s yellin’ in my free time either.”

You two take your first steps on the turf of the football field and Thomas leads you towards the yellow field goal post.

“Anyway, why’d you bring me to the field, T? You said you wanted to show me something?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

“Yeah, I got something in mind.” He says softly, his gaze making you feel warm. “Remember how you said that we’ve never been on an official date before? On Saturday?”

You nod in response.

“Well, this is me changing that.”

“Aw, really?” Your heart swells and he nods.

“Mhm. But first, I gotta make sure of something.”

You raise an eyebrow and Thomas’ smile turns smug.

“Alright, darlin’, what,” he begins before letting go of your hand to gesture to the area around you two, “is this area called?”

You look around briefly before you tilt your head to look at him. Narrowing your eyes, you cross your arms and deadpan. “Seriously?”

“Ahh, you thought I forgot about our little football tutoring sessions, didn’t you?” His grin is playful as he watches you with an amused gaze. “Consider this a pop quiz. You need to be prepared before Friday.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a ‘real date,’ Thomas, not another tutoring session.” The look you give him is serious, but your tone is teasing. “Also, you know we have an actual test tomorrow for Chem, right? We should be studying for that.”

“Oh, I have been, sweetheart, trust me. I studied for a few hours yesterday.”

You cock your head to the right, grinning at him, unconvinced. “Did you, really?”

“You don’t believe me?” Thomas gasps dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. “Y/N, that wounds me.”

You chuckle and shake your head at him, thinking back to when you saw the open chemistry textbook on his desk. He’s definitely telling the truth.

“I believe you, Jefferson. Just a little surprised since it’s always a drag to get you to study for that class.”

“Hey, now, I’ve gotten better over time.” He sends you a pointed look.

“Yeah, that explains why we got nothing done on Saturday.”

“You were just as distracted as I was! Don’t gimme that. I’m not the only one at fault here, missy.” He takes a step closer and towers over you, but your gaze is challenging as you look up at him.

“I mean… you’re the one who forced me to watch Futurama.” You shrug, watching him deadpan. You wonder how much further you can tease him before you rile him up. “And you are the one who kissed me first, which then led to us being unproductive for the rest of the day. So, yeah, I’d say you’re the one at fault.”

Thomas just narrows his eyes as he looks down at you. One of his hands comes down to grab hold of your waist to bring you closer to him.

“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” He asks, his voice low in tone.

“It’s like that, T.” You say, bringing your hands up to his chest.

“Did you forget that you kissed back? Or that you kissed me the second time? I’d say it was a mutual effort, darlin’. As good of a student you think you are, you pushed back studyin’ just as much as I did.”

He’s right. You are as guilty as he is. And right now, you’re even more guilty because you’re just trying to distract him from giving you your impromptu football lesson. 

You grin at that, leaning up to bring your face closer to his. “Alright, you win. Can’t argue with that.”

“Yeah?” He smiles down at you, his nose brushing against yours.

“Yeah.” You murmur before you push yourself up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his briefly. His arms pull you closer to him as he reciprocates the kiss and deepens it by leaning down and tilting your head up to thread his fingers into your hair. Thomas pulls away suddenly and you find yourself chasing his lips as he retreats.

“Uh uh, I know what you’re doing, sweetheart.” Thomas says, short of breath but grinning at the same time. “You think you’re slick, but I know exactly what you’re up to.”

“What am I up to, Thomas?” Your hands slide down his chest and arms until you lace your fingers with his once more.

He gives you a knowing look. “You’re tryin’ to get outta this tutoring session, but I’m not havin’ it.”

You send him an innocent simper. “Guilty.”

Thomas just chuckles and pecks you on the lips. “I forgive you.”

He then leads you a few feet forward until you're standing in the middle of the painted ‘Panther’ letters in the end zone. “Alright, let’s try this one more time. What is this area called?”

You sigh and look around, taking a second to think. Thomas watches you intently as you rack your brain for the answer. “Um… the end zone?”

A bright grin spreads across Thomas’ face as he beams with pride. “That’s it! You’re so smart, baby.”

You can’t help but smile at his praise as you two start walking again, this time towards center field. He points to the goal line as you walk over it. “When the ball crosses this line, it’s a touchdown, meaning that the team has scored. So, when I cross this line, you better be cheering on the sideline.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “When you cross this line?”

“Yes.” He says, an aura of pretentiousness surrounding him. “Oh, it’ll happen, sweetheart.”

You breath out a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re so cocky sometimes.”

“Hey, I prefer the word ‘confident’.”

You shake your head, biting your lip in amusement.

You two walk for a bit longer and your heartbeat quickens when you see a beautiful picnic set up in the middle of the huge Panther logo at center field. Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at Thomas and he’s smiling genuinely at you, one of the smiles that make the corners of his eyes crinkle. And just like that the butterflies are back.

“You did this for me?” You ask, feeling elated.

“I had some help from the guys.” He explains softly. “They went out to pick up the food during their free period.”

You make a mental note to thank James and Aaron later.

“Thomas, this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your voice is quiet as you look at the picnic (take out from the Thai place you went to a couple months back lies in the middle of the blanket). “Seriously, thank you, T.”

Thomas grins as you lean up to kiss him once more.

“Let’s eat, yeah?” He says before you both go to sit down and open your take out boxes.

After all the food is gone, you just lay on the blanket with Thomas and watch the clouds go by. You can’t stop thinking about how normal everything feels with your boyfriend. You haven’t been together for more than a few days, but it feels like you’ve known each other for years. You’ve never experienced this amount of closeness or intimacy with someone… and it feels so… natural.

“Hey, T?” You ask, voice quiet as you sit up with your legs crossed under you.

“Hmm?” Thomas hums, eyes closed, still laying down. His arm extends out towards you and you take his hand in both of yours. You busy yourself by lightly running your fingers over the lines and grooves of his larger hand.

“You know how you have a secret handshake with James? And the rest of your teammates?”

“Mhm, why?” He asks, opening his eyes to glance over at you. His hand clasps around one of yours and his thumb caresses the top of it.

“We should have one, too.”

Your boyfriend grins at that. “You serious?”

You nod and shrug. “Yeah, it’d be cool.”

“Okay.” He moves to sit up so that he’s right across from you, your hand still in his. “Let’s see what we can come up with.”

You spend the next 20 minutes going through different hand motions and taps to figure out which one would be the best for you two. Both of you look like you’re having a blast creating it.

“Alright, alright, I think we’ve got something here.” Thomas says. “Let’s do it slowly.”

You nod and you extend your hand out to meet his. Your palms meet sideways, then the backs of your hands touch before you tap your palms together again twice. Then, your hands move up to the sides of Thomas’ head to touch his forehead to yours.

You both are grinning as you pull back.

“I think that’s it, T.”

He laughs before leaning forward to kiss you on the nose.

“Can’t wait to do it on game day.”

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It’s finally Friday. After a long week of waiting, game day has finally come.

When you and Maria arrive at the football field, the bleachers aren’t completely filled yet and both teams are warming up and stretching on the turf. You follow Maria to the sidelines so that she can start setting up. While she unpacks her camera, your eyes scan the field for a certain athlete whose jersey number happens to be 14.

You spot Thomas stretching in the middle of the field as he talks to James and Aaron. It’s the first time you see him in uniform and you have to admit… he looks hot. His helmet is off, so you can see the black lines drawn under his eyes along with the headband that spans across his forehead, holding his hair out of his face. His purple jersey hugs his form tightly, making his athletic form way more prominent than usual. On top of that, he seems to have pulled up the bottom of his jersey to reveal his abs as he stretches out. You can’t say you’re surprised to see Thomas Jefferson working out in a crop top.

Thomas seems to be speaking when James looks over in your direction and waves, causing you to wave back. He then says something to Thomas and nods in your direction, bringing your boyfriend’s attention to you. Thomas grins when he sees you, dismisses himself from his teammates, and runs over to you after picking up his helmet to carry it with him.

“Ladies, good to see you.” Your boyfriend greets the both of you as he puts his helmet on the ground. “Maria, nice to see you shooting again. Y/N, it’s great seeing you finally come to a game. Nice hoodie, by the way.” He says, sending you a wink, which causes you to blush.

“Mhm…” Maria hums, distracted by building her camera up and checking all the settings.

“Happy to cheer you on, T. It’s weird seeing you in uniform.” You grin, looking him up and down while biting your lip.

“What’d’ya think, sweetheart? How do I look?” Thomas asks, blue-steeling as if he’s posing for a magazine cover. His gloved hands gesture down his body, highlighting his form like he’s a show girl.

“Like a football player.” You laugh loudly at his antics and bite your lip while he grins at you. “But very handsome, T. I’m loving all the purple. The sleeve is a nice touch, too.”

He chuckles and poses by putting a hand on his hip dramatically, accentuating the purple sleeve on his right arm that hugs his toned bicep. “Yeah? You like it?”

And at that moment, Thomas’ teammates interrupt by yelling in the distance.

“Yeah, Jefferson! Get it!” Burr shouts, causing the football players around him to laugh along and follow along with his teases.

“Strut yo’ stuff!”

“Work it, TJeffs! Show us what you got, pretty boy!” James yells, pretending to take pictures of him like he’s a photographer at a fashion show. Thomas continues to dance around and strut like he’s a supermodel walking on a runway. Meanwhile, Maria is rolling her eyes by your side while you grin and shake your head at Thomas’ and his teammates’ tomfoolery.

Thomas keeps strutting and dancing for a little longer before he stops and shakes his head, laughing at himself.

“Alright, darlin’, I gotta get back.” He says, grabbing his helmet off the ground. He reaches his hand out and you extend yours to do your special handshake like you practiced the other day. 

“Good luck, T.” You say, tapping your hand against his twice. “Kill it out there.” Thomas leans his forehead down to press against yours to complete the handshake. 

“Oh I will, baby, trust me.” He says before winking and leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips. Then, he starts backing away from you and slips his helmet on. “Panther Pride, remember?” You nod, grabbing and ruffling your (Thomas’) purple Panther Football hoodie. He gives you a quick salute before he turns around to run and warm up with his teammates.

“Y’all are too damn much…” Maria mutters as she changes the lens on her camera.

You pout at her words. The last thing you want is to become one of those annoying clingy couples that make out in the hallways between every class. “Are we really?”

She just looks up at you and smiles softly. It eases your feelings a bit. “A bit too much… but it’s cute. I think you guys are good for each other.”

You give her a shy grin and glance over at Thomas in the near-distance with his back turned to you who seems to be in the zone as he talks to his coach. He (unfortunately) pulls down his jersey so it covers his abs. Probably for game regulation purposes.

“Thanks, Maria.”

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The game has been going back and forth since kickoff. While your team is the first to score in the first quarter, the other team quickly retaliates with a touchdown of their own to even the score. The frustration shown on Coach Washington’s face and through his body language grows more evident as the game goes on.

Right after halftime, the Panthers get a lucky break and Thomas catches a touchdown pass, putting you up by one point. It’s the first time you’ve seen him score, and he knows that, so you’re extremely ecstatic and a sense of pride fills you up. He celebrates in the end zone by dancing with his teammates hitting his helmet and jumping up and down around him. When they break away and Thomas goes running back to the sideline, he blows a kiss in your direction which makes you grin.

That happy moment doesn’t last long, however, because the Beavers come right back with a touchdown of their own, which puts them in the lead once more. After that, the scoreboard goes dry with neither team scoring for a great chunk of time.

The stakes are high. It’s a playoff game, which means that the bleachers for both the Home and Away sides of the stadium are full with fans. The stadium roars with supporters for each side. Everyone seems to be in their zone.

Maria, while she’d left you occasionally throughout the game to get a certain shot of a player or staff member, is beside you, shooting consistently and concentrating on the play that is about to happen. You look for Thomas who is on the field in a huddle with his teammates fulfilling his role as team captain. It seems that he’s hyping them up and giving them a motivational speech so they can close out the game and come out on top.

There are 13 seconds left in the 4th quarter. The Panthers are down by one and Coach Washington is yelling a play into the mic on his headset. The huddle around Thomas breaks and the players all go to line up at the line of scrimmage at center field.

You can’t help but watch Thomas as he moves. Your eyes have been on him all night; he’s the reason why you’re there, anyway. He’s the only reason why you learned the rules of football in the first place. It’s also a plus that he looks extremely attractive in all his glory: muscles and talent and all. It isn’t until now that you understand all of the stigma and hype around him at school; he’s great at what he does, and it’s no wonder why he’s so highly regarded as an athlete at your school.

After a few moments of quiet, the ball snaps and all the players on the field go into motion. Thomas takes off quickly from his initial position at the line of scrimmage and runs towards the end zone while trying to juke his defender. The quarterback throws the ball in Thomas’ direction and he is able to create just enough space between him and his defender to catch the ball, causing you along with the Home crowd to go wild.

He sprints it back to the end zone with his defender hot on his heels. The defender tackles him, but it’s too late. Thomas has already gotten the ball past the goal line, signifying that the Panthers have won the game.

For a moment, you’re worried that he’d gotten hurt while tackled, but he’s up and celebrating by spiking the football in no time.

“We won!” Maria says beside you before she turns her camera to capture the team’s reactions and celebrations on the field.

“We won!” You echo and you find that it’s the first time you’ve been truly excited about a sports win. You know how much this means to Thomas, and because of that, it means a lot to you, too.

Thomas’ teammates surround him in the end zone jumping up around him and pushing him around excitedly. He chest bumps and touches helmets with James and a few more of his teammates before the two teams line up to shake hands. After Coach Washington congratulates him, he starts to run over to you. 

You find yourself growing more and more excited the closer he gets and when he reaches you, you’re grinning wide. You push up his helmet to expose his face and you both lean in for a celebratory kiss. You hear Maria’s camera click beside you as you both smile against one another. 

“Proud of you, T.” You murmur when you pull back. Thomas looks like he wants to go in for another kiss, but his teammates interrupt by crowding around him from behind.

“You girls may wanna get away from here because Jefferson here is about to get drenched with Gatorade.” Burr warns you and Maria.

You both nod and back away from the scene and you mouth, “see you in a bit,” to Thomas. He nods before going to celebrate with his teammates.

When you and Maria get a safe distance away, Maria looks through the photos on her camera.

“Aw, you guys are adorable. That’s definitely going in the yearbook.” She says before tilting the camera so you can see a nice photo of you and Thomas kissing with his teammates excited about the playoff win in the background. You flush at seeing the image.

“Maria…” You trail off, your jaw slack from amazement. “That picture is amazing. My best friend is so talented.”

“Aw, thank you, girl.” She says, giving you a hug. “I’m just happy you’re happy.”

You smile before looking back at Thomas once more. He looks like he’s having the time of his life with his teammates and as he’s getting drenched with water and Gatorade, his gaze catches yours and you feel your heart soar when his grin seems to brighten (if that’s even possible) at the sight of you.

You are happy. He makes you happy.

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Everyone Likes Sledding

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Words: ~1.2K

[A/N: english isn’t my “mother langauge” so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes, typos, or it doesn’t make any sense, i’m sorry...]

You woke up early. Weird. You never woke up before 11, but your intuition woke you up at 9. You rolled up your curtains and you couldn’t believe your eyes. The whole ground was white and the air was white too. It had snowed overnight, and a lot. There was no end of it. Hawkins has never been this white.

You sat on your bed and looked while the white little dots landed peacefully to the ground, making the ground getting whiter and taller. It was a magical view.   You walked to your closet and took your fuzzy socks and threw a thick and warm flannel over you and headed to the kitchen, what was quiet. The rest of your family wasn’t woken up yet. You decided to open all the curtains in the house and do a little favor; pick up the mail. The first step to the snow felt wonderful and you were thrown back to your childhood and to that one specific winter day, where you spent the whole day with your friends, having a snowball fight and heading to the sled hill. Sled hill. The desire started to grow in you. You wanted to go to the sled hill, even you were 17. There’s no age limit to go sledding…    You get back inside and saw your parents in the kitchen making breakfast and saw how your little sister came out of her room, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “Have you looked outside?” you asked from your sister but she shook her head. “You should” you messed her hair, threw the newspaper on the kitchen counter and headed to your room. You needed to make a call.    You dialed the memorable number and the line was ringing. As you waited the line to broke, you heard a little gasp from the living room. “It’s snowing!” your sister screamed and you chuckled and the line broke. “Hello?” a rusty and tired voice answered. “Oh, did I wake you up” you hymned and there came a little, mad mumble. “Sorry. But Billy, look outside” “Why?” he groaned. “Just open your curtains…” you rolled your eyes and you started to hear little rumbling through the line as Billy was getting up from his bed and heading to his window. “And?” he asked. “Can you see it??” you were really hyped. “Snow on the ground. So what…” he sighed. “Billy, you’re not understanding this” you said. “No I’m not” he breathed and a little chuckle came from his lungs. “Listen-“ you started. “Y/N, the breakfast is ready!” your dad shouted. “Just a second!” you blocked the speaker for not killing Billy’s ear. “So, as I was saying… I want to go sledding” and Billy chuckled end of the line. “Go ahead. There’s no one to stop you” and you sighed. “I want to go with you” and even you wasn’t seeing Billy’s face, you knew he was jaded and was not willing to participate.   “Y/N!” your dad shouted again. “But I’ll call you later” and you put the phone down and went to the kitchen.   “Billy wasn’t as excited as you were about heading out?” your mom asked and you shook your head. “I kinda knew it” you hymned. “Just make him to go with you” your dad said and you put your confused eyes to him. “Dad, I can’t do that…” you laughed. “You know Billy...” “Yes I do, but everyone, I mean everyone at least likes sledding” you dad said. “When I was your age, I was just like Billy” and you, your sister and mom snorted and almost chocked to your food. “You were nothing alike Billy” your mom looked at her husband apologizing. “But anyways-“ you dad cleared his throat. “I didn’t like sledding at all. I said it was children’s thing to do, but when your mom forced me to go with her, I actually liked it” “And every year you buy a new sled…” your mom added and everyone chuckled.   You sat on your bed and dialed the number again and Billy answered right away. “You’re still thinking about it?” he asked. “Of course. And you’re coming with me” you said with strict tone. “Clean your mouth young lady” Billy coughed. “Put something warm” and you hang up the phone and started to search some clothes to keep your warm.

You carried the sled on your shoulder as you were walking at Billy’s, and when you arrived there, he was already outside. “Oh, I didn’t know you own an actual jacket” you giggled as you saw Billy wasn’t wearing his leather jacket. “Can we just go? What faster we go there, the sooner we get out of there” and your rolled your eyes and gave the sled to Billy.   You stopped at the hill and saw a lot of children. You were the only “adult” ones. “This was a bad idea…” Billy groaned and started to feel ashamed. You hit his stomach. “Stop whining. You don’t have friends so there’s no worry that someone could see you” you mocked. “That kinda hurt” he said, not really knowing was he meaning the hit or that he doesn’t have any friends.   You walked to the top of the hill and put the sled down on the ground. “You go back, I front” you said and waited Billy to sat down and holding the sled still that you could get in it. “I’m gonna kill you if I broke a bone” he said. “You’re whinier than my sister!” you said and you pushed the sled down.    The first slide is always the exciting and nervous one, but as soon as you’re down, everything is gone and you go into the loop of running up to the hill, sliding down and then again, running to the top. After the first slide, Billy wasn’t whining again. It seemed that he actually enjoyed it, because you heard him laughing every time you went down. He even suggested that you would do some race, if Billy “borrows” someone’s slide, do some weird position on the sled and go weird routes. Billy wanted to tease some kids by pretending to slide over them but before he would hit them, he would doge them and leave the kids breathless, but luckily you demanded him not to do it and he didn’t do it, even he tried multiple times.    You spent over 4 hours at the hill and when your clothes were wet enough by the snow, you decided to go home. “I gotta say, this was kinda fun” he laughed while dragging the sled behind. “I told you” you snorted and hit his arm gently, but Billy bent down, took snow to his hands and threw it on your way, put you dodged the snowball. “Maybe another day” you were tired and were not ready for a snowball fight.   You decided to go home via detour, and as you were on a field, Billy put the sled down from his shoulders and stopped. “Sit down” he said and you did what he said and now you were in a horse sleigh.

“Did you have fun?” your mom asked when a cold air came into the warm, cosy house. “It was the best day ever” you laughed. “Turns out, Billy is like dad, or, dad is like Billy” you walked to the fireplace what was still warm. “He didn’t like it first but still laughed through the whole time?” your mom asked and you nodded. “Men…” both of you sighed.

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Resolutions

Two weeks earlier

Malcolm was grimacing. 

“-And no excuses this time. We haven’t spent a New Year’s eve together in years! The Johnson’s will be there, you remember their daughter Grace? She’s newly divorced and-”

He cut his mother off, he was not getting set up on another date. “That sounds lovely mother, really it does, but I can’t because-” He scanned the precinct, trying to come up with an excuse as quickly as possible when it struck him, “Because Gil is throwing a party and I already agreed to help. Right, Gil?”

Gil was walking towards them, file in hand. 

“What was that?”

“I was just telling my mother about the party you’re throwing at your place. The new years eve party, y’know. That I said I’d help with.” He gave a begging, puppy dog eye look, a desperate move for a desperate man. 

“Yeah,” Gil nodded, “Malcolm’s gonna help me with party stuff. Planning. Food. That type of stuff.”

Jessica eyed them both. “And who exactly is coming to this party?”

“JT will be there with his wife and Edrissa will be there,” as long as his mother didn’t ask for any further proof they’d be fine. 

“Edrissa, she’s the perky one. Right? Is anyone else coming?”

“Uh-” Malcolm shot a glance at Gil who was staying unhelpfully quiet. “Dani! Dani is coming too. Of course. And some other friends. People you don’t know.” He smiled and hoped his mother didn’t see past his utter BS. 

“Hm. Well, maybe I’ll stop by for a bit. Get to know the people you socialize with.” She smiled and left, her heels clicking away before either of the men had a chance to reply. 

“You’re buying the alcohol and convincing JT and Dani to come.”

“What? Why can’t you ask them?”

“Because my plans were to sip a nice bourbon and go to bed early and you took that away from me.” Gil smiled and thrust the file he was holding into Malcolm’s hands before walking away.  

…

One week earlier 

It had been surprisingly easy to convince JT to come to the party. 

“We usually just have a few drinks at home but if you’re buying then sure, why not.”

Edrisa was practically vibrating with excitement when he asked her. 

“Do you need me to bring anything? Oh! I can bring dumplings! Do you like dumplings? I know you don’t eat much but they’re really good and- how many do you think I should make?”

It was Dani that turned out to be the one that was the hardest to convince. 

She stared at Malcolm, blinking for a second before turning away from him. She shrugged her jacket on and started to walk away. He was confused for a second and ran to catch up with her. 

“So, can I mark you down as a maybe?” 

“No.”

“No I can’t, or no-” She stopped walking abruptly and Malcolm stumbled into her, quickly righting himself. 

“No as in no, I’m not coming.” 

“But why not? I know it’s last minute and you might already have plans but it’s just a small get together. Just a few hours.”

She sighed. “I don’t do parties, Malcolm.”

“That’s not true, I’ve been to parties with you.”

“Those were different. Those were for work. I do have a life outside of work, you know, unlike some people.” She walked away from him and this time he didn’t follow. 

Three days earlier 

"I promise this will be the last time I ask you." He held his hand up in mock defeat before passing over the take out cup of tea. "See, I even brought a peace offering. It's an almond, vanilla, chamomile blend." She rolled her eyes at him before taking the cup. 

"Alright, what are you here to promise me this time?" 

He had tried a few different ways to convince her to come. He had tried to bribe her into coming at first before realizing that had been the worst way of going about it. Dani did not respond to bribes or dares of any kind. Or promises that he would be extra careful on their next case (which just made her scoff more and tell him not to lie). He was at his wits end trying to figure out a way to get her to come. 

He took a deep breath in. This is how he should have asked her the first time. 

"Gil and I are throwing a small new years party and I wanted to invite you. This job isn't easy and I thought it would be nice for us to all spend some time together celebrating rather than talking about dead bodies."

"You love talking about dead bodies," she replied, "and the only reason you're throwing this party is so you don't get caught in a lie by your mother."

"True, but I'm making the best of the situation. There's nothing saying I can't actually have fun while doing something that isn't considered macabre." 

She was silent for a moment. He wished he knew what was going on in her head. Dani was a bit of an enigma to him. They were friends but she was more reserved and private than he was. He was used to his business splashed across the news. Privacy was a luxury he didn't have privy to. 

"I'll think about it." She went back to her work and he went back to his. 

…

New years eve

He'd borrowed his mother's cleaner to fix Gil's house. He had canapés and other o'dourves ordered and delivered. Champagne for the countdown and far more alcohol and non alcoholic drinks they'd ever be able to drink.

Gil had offered to do the decorating which turned out to be hanging up a few silver balloons and streamers. He was fairly certain they were the same ones he'd used for his fiftieth birthday party. 

Everything was as ready as it would be and he was surprised to find himself actually excited. Ainsley was supposed to be swinging by for an hour or so before heading to another few parties, even Vijay was coming over to make an appearance. 

"I think we did pretty good kid." Gil bumped his shoulder with his own ans they stood back and admired their work. He smiled back at his friend and the doorbell rang.

…

10 pm

Edrissa had been the first to arrive. She gave them both hugs before running back to her car to grab an ungodly large amount of her homemade dumplings. Malcolm had eaten at least ten before their next guests arrived. 

Tally and JT were an attractive couple on a normal day but dressed to the nines Malcolm felt himself blush slightly as he received a hug and a clap on the back. He took a sip of the drink in his hand and wondered if that made it any better or worse. 

11 pm

Vijay came in, loud and slightly tipsy already. He gave Malcolm a slightly damp kiss on each cheek and quickly got into a conversation with Gil about sports that he didn't understand whatsoever. 

It was getting close. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that Dani hadn't shown up after all. She was missing this, the camaraderie and laughter. The proof that he could have a good time outside of work. It had been so long since he'd just enjoyed other people's company that he'd almost forgotten himself. 

11:30 pm

Ainsley hugged Malcolm and squealed with excitement when she saw Vijay. It had been years since the two had seen each other in person. He hugged her and spun her in the air like he used to when she was little. It made Malcolm smile to see them enjoying themselves. 

11:45 pm

He almost didn't hear the soft knock at the door. Gil groaned as he stood up from his recliner. 

"We don't want any," he teased, opening the door. 

Dani walked in, shyly waving to the room. He was up from his seat besides Vijay in seconds. 

"You came!" He beamed and took her into a hug before it dawned on him that hugging wasn't exactly their thing. She was stiff beneath his arms for a moment before she relaxed.  

When he pulled back from her she had a skeptical smile on her face and was eyeing him carefully. 

"I'm not drunk," he clarified. "Just happy you made it. Are you hungry? There's a whole bunch of food leftover. I'm not sure what I was thinking ordering so much." 

"I'm fine, thanks. I just ate at my sister's and helped her get the kids to sleep before coming over." 

The minutes went by fast. And soon there was only a minute left. Everyone wore their silly party hats and noise makers Gil had gladly provided and they huddled up by the TV watching the countdown. 

He looked at Dani from the corner of his eye, she caught him and smiled back. He wanted this year was a better one. For her. For them. He wanted to be braver. To be honest. 

"Ten, nine, eight," he reached out, brushing his fingers against hers. "Six, five, four," he entwined their fingers and she didn't pull away. "Two, one! Happy New Year!" 

They cheered and laughed and smiled. His heart was full and he felt happier than he had in years. Dani squeezed his hand. 

The year was already looking up. 

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Dungeons and Dragons (1)

Word Count -  1908

“Charlie where are you taking me?” I asked as Charlie Weasley grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the library. Charlie and I had been dating for almost five years, just at the start of third year.

“I just wanna show you some Lyla, come on,” He shouted taking me by his side. “You're gonna love this one,” Charlie chuckled wrapping his arm around me.

“We have N.E.W.Ts soon and I was studying, what could be more important then that?” I questioned looking up at Charlie who was determined to get to his destination.

“Dragons,” Charlie whispered making my mouth drop. “I found some outside of the forbinon forest, come on,”  He explained making me more interesting in where he was taking me.

“You found them?” I questioned shocked. “Well walk faster I wanna see them,” I chuckled as Charlie and I started running together.

“It was in class, no one noticed but me, some dragons eggs were laying outside of the forbidden forest, just some baby ones,” Charlie explained practically kicking the door open so we could get outside faster. “I have to tell you something,” Charlie said stopping me before we could run down the hill.

“What is it?” I asked him as we both looked at eachother. “I wanna see the dragons,” I jumped excited, looking at the edge of the forest and seeing nothing.

“Marry me,” Charlie said grabbing my hands and kneeling on one knee holding a ring out with his other hand. “Come to Romania with me after graduation, come study animals, dragons,” He said squeezing my hands. “It’s what you want and what I want, so we don’t have to be apart,” He said smiling nervously.

“Of course I will,” I shouted throwing myself over Charlie and tossing my hands over him, hugging him tight. “What will your mother say?” I asked dropping myself from him. His slipping the ring onto my finger and smiled looking down at it.

“I haven't told her yet, or anyone in my family, but,” Charlie hesitated, pulling in for a hug. “It’s us against the world,” He whispred kissing the top of my head. Weeks passed and summer break started, ending in Charlie and I going home to the borrow, trying to find the perfect way to make the announcement.

“Hey Ginny,” I said to the nine year old ginger girl who stood infornt of me as Charlie entered the house. 

“Lyla, can we talk,” Charlie whispred walking up the stairs to his room, I moved Ginny's hair out of her face and followed Charlie up the stairs, to his own room. “I’m gonna do it, at dinner tonight, tell my family that we’re gonna get married and move to Romania together, are you ready,” He said grabbing my hands nervously.

“You and I against the world,” I quoted pulling him in for a kiss. “Your family will still love you either way, and they love me what could go wrong?” I chuckled trying to calm him down.

“So many things could go wrong tonight?” Charlie said placing his hands in his pockets and sitting on his bed. “They could just kick me out, not support us getting married, not want us to go to Romani,” He said nervous.

“Your going to Romania and getting married?” Bill said standing at the door. “Congratulations little brother,” Bill said bring Charlie into a hug. “Does mom know?” He asked sitting beside us and looked at the ring on my finger. “I love it,” he chuckled.

“No, we were gonna tell her tonight, but i’m nervous,” Charlie explained as I put my hand on top of his. “I just don’t want them to freak out, or anything, I want it to be perfect and it’s what we wanna do,” Charlie said holding onto my hand.

“Mom and dad are gonna have a feast,” Bill chuckled almost falling back. “You think that they would be angry that your marrying the girl that you’ve been in love with since the moment you saw her and you wanna pursue something with Lyla together,” Bill said smiling. “Mom and dad are going to be so happy, i’m so happy,” Bill said tossing his arms over the both of us.

“Supper's ready,” Molly Weasley yelled out, followed by the footsteps of the twins running down the stairs racing each other.

“Come on,” Bill said unraveling himself from us. “Mom and dad are gonna love this,” He said joyful of news he had just overheard. Charlie, Bill and I all walked down the stairs and sat the normal dinner table we all sat at, every day when home.

“So you guys are done school now what are your plans?” Arthur asked starting the conversation up nice for the two of us. Charlie grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed, looking over at me and then to his family.

“We were thinking of getting married.” Charlie said lifting my hand up from under the table and revealing the ring that laid on my finger. “I saved up everything this year to get it,” He said interlocking our hands.

“Oh my,” Molly said standing up with a smile and walking over to the both of us. “I am so happy,” She cried out wrapping her hands around the both of us and kissing the top of our heads.

“Group hug!” Fred called out causing everyone to stand up including us two and having everyone hug us. “Good job,” Fred whispred in my ear causing me to look over at him and chuckle.

“We were also planning on moving to Romania after the wedding,” Charlie started saying after everyone let go of us. “Working with dragons together,” He said nervously looking at his family.

“Whatever you guys choose, it’s your life now,” Arthur said hugging Charlie and I together, causing another group hug. “Have you guys planned anything for the wedding?” He asked leaning beside Molly who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Nothing, it was just a complete surprise,” I chuckled looking at Charlie who smiled back. “We could have it here?” I suggested, Charlie nodded his head in agreement.

“I’ll start planning it, oh dear this is just the best,” Molly said giggling and happy. “Come on let’s finish supper,” She said pushing everyone to sit down.

“Ron are you excited to start hogwarts in september?” Charlie asked digging into the food infront of him.

“Yeah, i’m excited to get a wand,” Ron said with a smile munching on the chicken strips. Molly and Arthur looked at each other whispered intensity.

“Hey kid, you can have mine,” I said taking my wand out of my pocket and tossing him mine. “She has a mind of her own so watch out,” I chuckled as Ron caught my wand in his hands. We all finished dinner and went our separate ways for the night.

“You know that when better then how I thought it was gonna go,” Charlie chuckled as I laid on his chest and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“Everything is gonna work out fine, we’re gonna get married,” I smiled looking up at him. “You’ve been in love with me since the moment you saw me,” I joked turning around to face him, mocking his brothers voice.

“Oh shut up,” Charlie chuckled again leaning in to kiss me. “You know my moms gonna go crazy with this wedding,” He whispred in between us kissing. I stopped and looked at him.

“I’ve known you guys for almost eight years, I know how your mom is with weddings,” I chuckled looking at his face. “Your gonna look hot with dragons,” I said putting my hand on his face. 

~

“Come on now, raise the tent with me,” Arthur called to Charlie and Bill who were both of age to help raise the tent with their dad, I watched from the window, not ready and in my head.

“Hey,” Ginny said causing me to turn around and look at her. “Does this mean your gonna be my sister?” She asked looking up at him, I moved my hair out of my face and smiled back at her.

“I was always your sister Ginny,” I chuckled bending down so we were face to face. “Since the day I met you,” I said poking her nose. 

“Your not dressed?” Molly said walking in the kitchen to Ginny and I. “Come on we need to get you ready!” She said grabbing my hand and dragging me to the living room. With a swing of her wand a long white wedding dress appeared on me that was once in her room. 

“I love it,” I smiled looking down at the long dress then pulling her into a hug. “Mom.” I chuckled making her laugh.

“Can I come in!” George and Fred shouted banging on the house door. “Charlie and dad are driving us crazy,” The shouted again opening the door before we could reply. Everyone got everything ready, Molly made it her quest to keep Charlie away from me the whole day until the wedding.

“Lyla,” Charlie said from the other side of the door, I stood in his room looking in the mirror that stood across from me. “I know you look beautiful right now,” he whispred leaning his head on the door. “I get to see you in a couple minutes, I just wanna say I love you,”  He added so I turned around to face the door.

“I love you too,” I replied opening the door a bit and sticking my head out. “You look cute,” I chuckled checking him out. 

“Charlie Weasley outside,” Molly said coming around the corner. Charlie gave my lips a bit of a peck and walked away smiling at his mother. “We’re all set up and everyone is here if you’d like to come out now,” Molly said opening the door and looking at me.

“This is a once in a lifetime moment,” I said nervous, walking out of the room and into the hallway. “I’m ready,” I said with a smile following Molly down the stairs, from the window people were all sitting around inside the tent that the three boys had set up in the morning.

Everyone stood up as Molly and I walked arms together into the tent, Charlies face lit up when he saw me, looking over at his brothers who stood beside him, I looked around for a sight of my family but not one showed up. The rest of the night we danced and laughing our hearts off, having the time of our lives.

“We’re married,” Charlie shouted raising his glass in the air. “I wanna take this time to tell everyone that my wife is beautiful!” He continued shouting downing his drink then picking me up in his arms. “I love this girl,” He yelled kissing me making me laugh and everyone else cheer and scream.

“I wanna make a toast,” I shouted as Charlie put me down, I held onto him catching my balance. “I’m a weasley,” I yelled chuckling, raising my glass and watching everyone else do the same. “To hogwarts!” I yelled again drinking my drink and looking up at Charlie. 

“This is the start of something wonderful.” Charlie said wrapping his arms around me. “Lets dance,” And as cue a slow song came on and the lights dimmed, ending the night in a heartfelt way.

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley x y/n #charlie weasley x #Fred weasley #ron weasley #George weasley #bill weasley #molly weasley #weasley aesthetic

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 6/??

Hey guys! I am so sorry for not posting chapter six sooner, I've been working really hard on it for you all and I hope you like it! :) In this part I've tried to give some insight of the readers past. Warnings- General Walking Dead stuff, Blood, Gore, Swearing.

After his confession, Daryl had run off, and decided to sleep in a different tent. Much to my disappointment. The night went by quick, so did the next sunrise. After pulling my boots on, I grabbed my jacket and headed out, running into Carol as I exited the tent. “Morning Carol.” I smiled. “Morning, How’d you sleep?” She responded. “Half decent.” I answered “So about the same as every other night.” She laughed I nodded my head, grabbing one of the baskets with Carol. We washed the groups clothes, putting them back into the baskets. “I wish we could give back to Hershel, and his family. They’ve helped us with so much.” “You’re right. Maybe we could make them a dinner?” “That sounds great.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” We stopped by our makeshift clothesline, placing the baskets on the picnic bench.

Hanging out the clothes, someone else had joined us. “I can't believe I slept in.”

“You must have needed it. Feeling all right?” Carol asked.

“Next time wake me, all right?” Lori paused. “Especially on laundry day.” She finished, grabbing some clothing.

“We can manage.” I smiled “I had an idea I wanted to run by you.” Carol looked over to me.

“What's that?”

“That big kitchen of theirs got me thinking. I wouldn't mind cooking in a real kitchen again. Maybe we all pitch in and cook dinner for Hershel and his family tonight. Kind of looking for things to keep my mind occupied.”

“After everything they've done for us, seems like the least we could do.”

“You mind extending the invitation? Would just feel more right coming from you.”

“How so?”

“You're Rick's wife. It sort of makes you our unofficial first lady.” Carol smiled as I chuckled. I look aver as the rest of the group make their way over to the Cherokee. “Morning, guys. Let's get going. We've got a lot of ground to cover.” Rick called out. I looked over to Lori, who was staring at her husband. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked, rubbing her shoulder. “Huh? Yeah, im fine, sorry.” She shook her head. “You know where I am if you need anything.” I nodded. She nodded back in response with a small smile. “I’ll be back, im just going to see if they need any help.” I smiled. I walked over to the Cherokee as Shane opened his big mouth. “Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me. Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse.” He commented from the passenger seat. I glare at him, shaking my head at his negativity.

“Anybody includes her, right?” Andrea asked. I looked over to Daryl, who was avoiding eye contact.

“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high.” He stated to the group.

“It's a good lead.” Andrea nodded.

“Maybe we'll pick up her trail again.” Rick noted. I look back over to Daryl, who points over onto the map.

“No maybe about it. I'm gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid. If she's up there, I'll spot her.”

“Good idea. Maybe you'll see your Chupacabra up there too.” T-dog jested.

“Chupacabra?” Rick asked.

“You never heard this? Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time he went squirrel hunting and he saw a Chupacabra.” Dale finished. Smiling, I reminisced over that night.

Merle and Daryl were sitting on the left hand side of the fire, Morales and his wife on the right, Jacqui and T-dog next to Andrea and Amy. Glenn was sitting with Dale, Carl was sitting with the other kids, Louis, Eliza and Sophia as Shane, Lori and Carol chatted. Ed staring at his wife with a murderous glare in his eye, that we all had noticed. Then there was me, Sitting next to Shane, close enough so he knew where I was. I sat directly across from Daryl, making eye contact every now and then. We were all swapping stories about what we did before the end of the world, who we are.

When Merle noticed me watching Daryl. Thats when he stood up, getting everyones attention. “Come on little brother. You got this in the bag.” “Sit down Merle.” Daryl shook his head. “No, No, No, These people have told their stories, now let's tell them one of yours.” “Nah, they don’t wanna hear it.” He argued. “Come one Daryl, Let's let the people decide.” Merle made his way around the fire, stopping in front of where I was seated.

“How ‘bout you? You seem pretty interested there sweet cheeks.” “Leave her alone Merle.” Daryl softly growled. I looked up at Daryl and smiled softly. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it.” “See little brother? She wouldn’t mind hearing it.” Merle mocked me.

I rolled my eyes as Merle made his way back over to sit next to Daryl. “So what is this story about? You have my sisters attention, must be good.” Shane laughed. Daryl took a deep breath before starting.

“I- uh, I was out hunting, Merle was out doing whatever it was he was doing, our old man was at home passed out.” He began. “I was hunting squirrels, there wasn’t any big game around, it wasn’t the right time of the year. I had been out for a few hours, had about seven squirrels bagged. I was following one, that’s when I saw it.” “Saw what?” Carl asked, leaning on his knees, mirroring myself. “ I saw a chupacabra.” “A chupacabra?” Shane asked. The group all laughed as I watched Daryl, look down. “What did it look like?” I asked. Daryl looked up at me and I smiled. “You don’t believe this. Come on.” Shane scoffed. I ignored Shane, and kept eye contact with Daryl. “It was big, it was on all fours, looked like a cross between a bear and a coyote, Its eyes glowed red and it was hairless, looked as though it was scaly. It had spikes coming from it’s spine, it left as soon as it noticed I was there.” I looked over to see the kids all amazed at the story of the chupacabra. “After it ran off, I went home, told the old man, he didn’t believe me, I told Merle and he didn’t believe me.” “I think the only people buying into this story are the kids.” Andrea laughed.

“I Believe.” I smiled.

“See little brother. She Believes.” Merle laughed.

Daryl looked around the group as they laughed softly.

“I know what I saw, and I ain’t need none of y’all to believe me.” Daryl said, standing up and stalking to his tent.

“That’s it little brother! You only need me. You hear?” Merle called out, smiling as he watched Daryl leave. I look up to see Daryl, wearily watching me. My head snaps in the direction of Jimmy who was laughing at Daryl. “What are you braying at, jackass?” Daryl asked.

“You believe in a blood-sucking dog?” Jimmy sarcastically asked. “Do you believe in dead people walking around?” Daryl fought back. Jimmy looked down, before reaching for the gun.

“Hey hey. Ever fire one before?” Rick asked.

“Well, if I'm going out, I want one.” He stated.

“Yeah, and people in hell want slurpee’s.” Daryl responded, making his exit. I stifled laughter as Jimmy watched him walk away. “Why don't you come train tomorrow? If you're serious, I'm a certified instructor.” Shane called out to Jimmy.

“For now he can come with us.” Andrea smiled.

“He's yours to babysit then.” Shane nodded.

“What can I do?” I asked “You can stay here and out of the way.” Shane answered. “Excuse me? Shane-“ “Im sorry (Y/n), but I agree with your brother. It’s best for you to stay here and make sure that everyone is okay.” Rick nodded. I looked at Rick and nodded. “If that is how I can help find Sophia, fine.” I nodded as I backed away from the Cherokee and over to where Carol was.

“What’s the plan for today?” Carol asked.

“Rick, Shane, Dale, Andrea and T-dog are going out to search the woods, Daryl Is searching along the creeks and some old ridges.”

“I hope they’re all safe… the last thing we need is more people hurt or missing.” She sighed. “Carol-“ “Im starting to lose hope.” She started, looking out over the field that held a few head of cattle. “My little girl is out there, and each day that passes, doesn’t help. Andrea tried to comfort me yesterday… I told her not to, I can’t take anymore thoughts or prayers… It’s exhausting.” She continued. “I get it, I really do Carol. But we can’t give up. We will find her, and I am praying that its under good circumstances, but we will know what happened to your little girl, we will get closure.” Carol looked over and smiled softly. “Im with you, the whole way.” I smiled grabbing her hand.

She squeezed my hand as she let a few tears fall. “Thank you.” I looked up and watched as the others made their way into the cars and driving off to continue the search for Sophia. “If you need me, I’ll be inside, making sure that its clean for when they bring her home.” Carol sniffed. “Okay, ill talk to you later.”

Standing up, I stretch, looking around the farm. On the front porch, Glenn was strumming the guitar that Dale had found on the highway. Maggie coming out of the house, talking to Glenn. I make my way over to where Lori was sitting, staring at her hands, a somber expression. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked, sitting next to her. “Huh? Yeah honey im okay.” She responded. “Lori, I know you… Something is up. Talk to me.” “(Y/n), im fine, im just thinking about this world we are living in now, that poor little girl missing, my boy shot… Maybe this isn’t a world for children.” “I haven’t told anyone this. Before the CDC was destroyed, Jenner did an ultrasound… We found out that I was five weeks along. He tried to tell me that he could get rid of my baby.” “What?” She asked looking at me. “He said all of this stuff that terrified me. Since we left the CDC, I can’t stop thinking about what he said.” I paused. “Maybe you’re right for thinking that way. Maybe this isn’t a world for children anymore, hell I’ve been thinking that lately. But we are survivors, that’s what we do. Your boy, in that house, is a survivor. He pulled through, as for Sophia? I am still praying every night that we find that girl and bring her back.” “Am I a horrible mother for thinking this way?” She asked “Of course not! You’re only human. Lori, we are all going to get through this.” She nodded and smiled softly. “You’re right… That’s rare for a Walsh.” She joked. I laughed along with her. “You have the wrong sibling for that, im right at least 89.5% of the time.” I joked.

“You have a point. Your brother is barely right.”

We laughed for a moment.

I turned my head and I heard the sound of leaves crunching, seeing Glenn make his way over.

“(Y/n/n), can you give us a second?” Lori asked.

“Of course. I’ll talk to you later.” I smiled, getting up, walking toward the house. I turn to see Glenn headed towards Lori and I. “Hey, (Y/n/n)

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to acknowledge my presence.

“You don’t have to knock you know.” Maggie smiled walking up the steps.

“I just wanted to be polite... I didn’t want to just barge in.”

“It’s fine, really. Come on.” She opened the door and led me inside.

“What’s going on with you and Glenn?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked suddenly, a worried glint in her eye.

“You guys look pretty friendly.”

“We’re just friends, acquaintances more so.”

“It’s okay, you are allowed to make friends. We aren’t going to hurt you guys.” I smiled.

 “It’s not that, I can promise you it’s not that.” She smiled.

 “(Y/n/n)?”

I turn my head to see Carl looking through the crack in the door from his bed.

I look back at Maggie with a small smile.

“Do you mind?” I asked.

“Not at all.” She nodded backing away.

“Hey buddy, can I come in?”

He nodded.

I walked in and sat in the chair next to his bed.

“How are you feeling today mister?”

“I’m okay.” He smiled

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really, not anymore.”

“That’s good, that is really good.”

“I’m like dad now. He was shot, I was shot. He gave me his hat.” He said excitement clear on his face.

“So there is a new sheriff in town?”

He just laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, so I’m the boss now.” 

“Alright, do you want me to fluff your pillow there boss?” I joked with him.

He laughed softly, before he sighed and rested his head against the headboard.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” 

“I’m stuck in this stupid bed all day.”

“Carl, you need to get your rest, to get better.”

“I just want to be out and help look for Sophia.” He sighed.

“Hey, it won’t be long. You’ll be back on your feet in no time... Have patience.”

“I know. But I know I can help.” 

“I know you can help. But right now, you need to help by making sure you get better.”

He nodded, looking around the room.

“I have an idea.” 

He looked back to me hopeful.

“Give me a sec.” I smiled, getting up and leaving the room.

I stopped in the dining room where Maggie was seated at the table.

“Hey, sorry to be any trouble, but do you have any cards or games?” I asked.

She looked over and smiled.

“Yeah, I think so.” She answered, getting up and heading towards the living room, opening a small cupboard.

She was down for a moment, before popping back up with a monopoly board and scrabble board.

“We have these.” She smiled, passing me the two. 

“It’s perfect, thank you!” I smiled 

“You’re welcome.” She called as I left.

I made my way back to Carl’s room, halting as I catch a glimpse of a few of the Greene’s family photos hung on the wall. The biggest photo on the wall was a family portrait. Hershel, with a beautiful woman on his arm. The two were surrounded by three kids, Maggie, Beth and im guessing Shawn. In the portrait, Maggie and Beth were much younger, but there was barely any difference in their appearance. I could feel the presence of eyes, boring into my back. I turn to the side to see Hershel staring, briskly walking away after our eyes met. Left in the hallway, I turn back to the photos, smiling at the photo of of Maggie behind a screaming Beth on a rope swing. The next photo is of who I am assuming is Shawn as a young boy, sitting behind the wheel of a tractor on Hershels knee.

Another picture of the three kids, all with matching outfits, a newborn Beth in a basket, Shawn and Maggie holding the basket.

The photo reminding me of one the photos Shane and I had to endure for our parents when we were kids.

We were young, I was about three, Shane closer to six. Shane and I both sitting in a wheelbarrow, Shane behind me in matching denim overalls, covered in dirt. “Shane, come on buddy, You need to smile!” I heard dad trying to encourage him. “Shane, we’re sending these to your Grandma Jean, and the rest of the family, you need to smile sweetheart.” My mum said trying her best to coerce a smile from a stone faced Shane. “Same goes for you (Y/n). Big Smile angel.” My dad spoke. It didn’t take much to persuade me to do a giant smile. “Thats my girl!” My mother smiled. “Your turn now my boy.” My father started to get stern. “Come on, please smile for mommy and daddy.” Mom tried once more, softly sighing.

The bright sting of the flash had momentarily blinded us as the next picture was taken. Out of no where, both of our parents erupted into massive cheers. “Atta boy Shane!” Dad yelled still ecstatic. “This is it Patrick.” Mom had smiled. “We finally got our boy to smile Marie.” Dad smiled hugging her.

I shake my head and come back to now. The last photo I see is of Hershel and his wife, on their wedding day. Hershel looked much younger, his hair slicked back and his tie tight. I left after examining the photos, smiling over the smallest details. “So, I figured out what we can do to pass time while we’re here.” I smiled entering the room. “You are gonna stay?” He excitedly asked.

“Yeah, until you get tired.” “What are we going to do?” He smiled, slowly sitting up. “Well, Maggie found us Scrabble and Monopoly. What do you want to play?” I asked, placing the two games on the bed next to him.

He looked between the two and smiled. “Can we play monopoly?” “Definitely.” “Dibs on the Race car!” He stated excitedly. “Fine, Only if im banker.” I laughed. His smile became brighter, which I thought was impossible.

We set up the board and started the game.

After an hour or so I look up to see a smug smile on his his face.

At this point Carl had owned a majority of the board, and I was in jail. 

“You are pretty good kid, I’ll give you that.” I smiled. 

He looked at my piece in jail, and laughed.

“You’re back in there?” He kept laughing. “Okay, I have bad luck today.” “You were on a roll.” “I know!” I laughed with him. “Do you want my Get out of jail free card?” ‘When did you get that?” I asked genuinely intrigued. “When I picked up my chance card earlier.” He laughed.

Soon after the room was full of laughter between the two of us. 

“Keep that for yourself, you might need it later.” I smiled. “Okay, don’t cry if I buy the rest of the board.” “Oh so the kids got game.” I play scoffed, causing him to laugh even more. “Okay sheriff, it’s your turn to roll.”

He rolled his eyes as he laughed more.

Picking up the die, he rolled them, getting a double three and moving up six spaces.

“You’re too good at this kid, you’re starting to remind me of Shane.” I chuckled.

I looked up to see a somber expression on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked putting my hand on his shoulder. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” “What do you mean?”  “We shouldn’t be playing monopoly.” “We can play scrabble instead?”  “No! We shouldn’t be having fun.” He shook his head. “What makes you say that?” “Sophia is still missing. She should be here playing with us.” He sighed, looking down at his hands.

My heart broke for the boy in front of me.

Being the only kid in our group, his friend missing.

I can not even begin to fathom what is going on inside of his mind.

I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t find the words.

He lets out a small sob, places his head in his hands, his shoulders rising and falling with each sob.

I move the portable table aside and sit on the bed, pulling him into a hug, my hand gently rubbing his back.

“Hey, hey, hey... it’s okay.” I tried to calm him down. “It’s not fair! She should be here!” He mumbled against my chest, in between sobs, pulling me closer. “I know it’s not kiddo...” I sighed hugging him tight. “I miss her (Y/n).”  “I know... I do too.” I agreed lightly stroking his hair back. “We will find her right?” He asked pulling back and looking up. “I hope so...” 

He nodded in response and yawned, now rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

“It’s time for you to get some sleep.” I smiled softly as I stood up, tucking the blanket over him as he laid back down. “Thank you for hanging out with me today.” He whispered. “Hey, you’re family now. You don’t need to thank me for hanging out with you.” I smiled pushing his hair out of his face.

 He softly smiled back. As I left the room, I could hear voices talking and laughing from the kitchen. Walking down the hallway, I soon arrive to the kitchen, stopping and leaning against the doorframe. “Well, what’s going on here?” “Do you remember what we spoke about this morning ?” Carol asked.

I nodded. ‘Well, Lori spoke to Patricia, asked if we could use their kitchen to make them a nice meal.” “I take it, that it obviously went well.” I smiled.

“Well, we thought it’d be great.” Beth smiled wide. “In that case, is there any room for an extra pair of hands?” “Hey, there’s always room for you.” Carol chuckled. I entered the kitchen and stood at the sink, next to Lori who was washing some potatoes under the running water. I smiled as I looked at the others, Carol wiping the dishes, Beth and Patricia at the table in the centre of the room, chatting. i grabbed the already washed potatoes and started to peel them. “Potatoes are the best.” I exclaimed. “Seriously, Potatoes could have been used as currency hundreds of years ago!” I laughed.

“Oh yeah? I never thought I'd be so happy to see a potato. I'm just glad we're not roasting squirrels over a fire in the woods.” Lori chuckled. “Thank you, Patricia, so much for letting us into your home.” She finished.

Patricia looked up from her spot at the table and smiled.

As Lori washed the potatoes I peeled them and cut them up for boiling.

We had put a ham into the oven to cook, and stringed beans on the stove ready to boil. Carol decided to wash the dishes as we went along. The next half an hour as we prepared the meal were just full of laughs as we joked and talked to one another.

When I finished the potatoes I walked over and helped Carol with the dishes. I kept my gaze outside of the window.

“Go.”

My head snapped to the right. “What?” “I said go.” “Why?” I chuckled softly wiping the plate in my hand down, and placing it on the counter.

“(Y/n). We have this covered.” Carol smiled. “Carol-“ I was cut off. “Is right. Go. See if he is back yet.”

I turned my head and looked at Lori. Who waved her hands in a shoo motion. I looked around the room to see all of the girls smiling at me. “Are you guys sure?” “Just go.” They all said in unison.

“Okay, okay.” I put my hands up in surrender as Lori lightly snatched the tea towel out of my hand and playfully hitting me with it. I lightly squealed as I jumped away from her.

As I got to the entrance way of the kitchen I look back to see the girls all smiling and giggling again. I smile as I see the normalcy of it, that we all so desperately need. It was Shanes birthday party, all of the men and the boys were outside on the grill, while all of the women were inside making snacks and refreshments. “Pumpkin! Where is my little Pumpkin?” Echoed throughout the house. I giggle softly from my little hiding spot.

“Surely, my little pumpkin isn’t hiding from me!” The same voice called out, legs walking in front of the small end table.

I put my hand over my mouth so she couldn’t hear me. The legs stopped directly in front of the table. “Marie, I can’t find pumpkin anywhere!” I heard my mothers laugh from the kitchen. “She will come out sooner or later Jean!” She called back.

Grandma Jean sighed and turned away slightly and walked towards the kitchen. “Its such a shame. I dont know who can be my taste tester.” She dramatically sighed.

I moved the dangling laced cloth from in front of my eyes and poked my head out from my cover. The coast was clear, so I made my move.

I quietly crept out of my hiding spot, making sure wasn’t seen. My little feet carried me to the kitchen to see mom with all of my aunts and my grandmothers. Aunty Tania, Aunty Ruth and Aunty Sarah were standing along side one another with their ice cold lemonade that Grandma Jean had made. Grandma Paula and her partner Sophia, or Grandma Sophia as we called her, were cutting all different types of sandwiches into triangles and taking the trays outside as mom and Grandma Jean were rolling out cookie dough and making her special ’Triple chocolate, white fudge swirl cookies’ that made her a family favourite on both her side of the family and on moms side of the family.

I watched in awe as the seven women laughed and joked and smiled at one another’s stories and tales.

“Hey Ma, Your pumpkin is in the foyer.” My Auntie Sarah stated as she noticed my presence, exhaling the smoke from her cigarette out of the side window. “I told you that she would come out soon Jean.” Mom jested as Grandma Jean swatted her away. I smiled lovingly at the memory, completely turning to the front door.

As I opened the door, the first thing I see was Dale and Andrea talking to each other.

Dale on the ground looking up at her as she kept watch. Dale had said something else before entering the RV. I smiled, knowing that slowly the two were going to make amends. I start to descend the stairs. “Walker! Walker!” She yelled out, causing the rest of our group to run and grab their melee weaponry. Shane was carrying a short handled hoe/pickaxe. “Best let us handle this!” I heard Shane call out. The guys all ran towards the walker, all but Dale who tried to get Andrea to lower the gun. My stomach was churning, as though something bad was going to happen. “Andrea, don’t shoot, let them handle it.” Dale had half climbed the ladder trying to stop Andrea, as she lined up the shot. “Dale, give me those binoculars please.”

He handed them to me. Looking through the binoculars I see the others in front of the walker. Searching I notice that it isn’t a walker, its Daryl, he looks like one, with Rick pointing a gun to his head. After a second he lowers the gun.

I smile and lower the binoculars. I look up to Dale and Andrea. “Guys, it’s-“ I was cut off by a loud echo, my eardrums ringing from the intruding sound. My heart feels like it’s stopped, everything was in slow motion. I look over the field and see Daryl drop. Tears fill the brim of my eyes. “No, no no no no.” I muttered. I threw the binoculars to the ground and took off in a sprint. “(Y/N)!” Dale called out. I ignored everything, I fought the pain in my chest as I pushed harder and faster to get to him. There was a broken fence ahead, so I sprint toward it and vault myself over it stumbling as I landed, but pushing myself to get back up and get to Daryl.

My cheeks felt cold as the wind harshly blew against the tear soaked skin. “Daryl!” I called as I got closer to the group, watching as Shane and Rick lifted him up.

I started to slow down, the closer I got. “Is he okay? Is he breathing?” I asked frantically as I grabbed his face in-between my hands and searched it for a bullet hole, seeing a harsh line on his scalp on the left side. I could hear footsteps behind me. “oh my god. Oh my god, is he dead?” Andrea asked. “Unconscious. You just grazed him.” “Oh thank god. Im so relieved.” I scoff and push past her.

“Whats that about?” She scoffed. “Andrea, just leave it.” Shane called as we kept walking.

“No Shane, im not going to leave it.” She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. “You could’ve killed him.” I sneered. “What?” “Daryl. You could’ve killed him.” “I didn’t though, I missed.” “You only just missed Andrea! I told you not to shoot! And you didn’t listen.” I snapped.

“(Y/n)-“ she started to talk. “I don’t want to hear it.” I held my hands up and backed away, shaking my head as I turned around.

Behind me, I could hear T-dog start to speak up. “Guys…”

I continued to follow Rick and Shane, not wanting to leave Daryl’s side.

“Guys….” He spoke louder. We all stopped and turned. My eyes landing on the small doll in his hand. “Isn’t this Sophia’s?” He asked, holding it slightly higher in the air. I look at the doll and more tears brimmed my eyes.

Daryl finding Sophia’s doll, meant that we are closer to finding her than we have been before. My head snapped back towards where Daryl was hung between Rick and Shane, after hearing a small groan.

“Lets get him back, get checked out by Hershel, then we can ask him about the doll.” Rick stated as they turned back toward the farm house.

I kept on their heel as we got closer and closer to the house. I looked up and noticed everyone standing outside in front of the house. “What happened?” Hershel asked as soon as we were in earshot. “He was shot, it was an accident.” Rick said glancing at Andrea. “Get him inside. I’ll take care of the wounds.” Hershel nodded. I felt someone pull me into their arms and into a hug, which I return. “He will be okay.” Lori spoke. “I know.” I nodded, slowly stepping back. “Im just going to uh-“ I paused. “Just going to go in and wait.” “I’ll come with you.” She stated, walking behind me.

We followed the others inside, and sat against the wall across from the room the guys were in. I sat my knee’s against my chest and laid my head against them. I felt a hand run across my shoulders and sighed as I turned my head and looked at Lori. “Everything will be okay.” Lori paused. She nodded her head.

“Just you see, everything will be okay.” She sighed.

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Part 2

Part one here! On a03 here! Same TW: mentions of abuse  -x- Billy sat silently in the back seat, behind Steve who was propping himself up against the window of the Chief’s crusier. His heart hadn’t stopped beating double time since Max had hugged him, he hated that kid, but she was his sister and he loved her too. The realisation of that was startling and had likely contributed some towards his racing heart, she was so much like him and he wanted her to be so different, she deserved better than to model herself on his image. The Chief’s voice pulled him from his reverie, “Harrington.” He singsonged, loud enough to try and pull him from sleep. “I’m not fucking sleeping Hop, just leave me alone.” He replied, waving a hand but not moving his head from it’s position against the glass. Billy was startled at the boldness in his words, he wouldn’t dream of speak to the Chief like that, he was too intimidated by the man. But some part of Billy found it in him to be amused, his lips twitching themselves to a quick smirk, Steve was brave, he’d give him that. 

“Well if I get to that emergency room and Joanna or whatever her stupid name is gives me shit again for the way I’ve looked after you, that’s gonna be all on you kid.” Hopper replied snappily, Billy’s smirk dropped off quickly, straightening up in his seat slightly as uneasiness as to what Hopper’s next move might be. His racing mind was already 6 steps ahead when he heard Harrington huff a laugh. What the fuck? Did he have a death wish? “Sorry Hop, as the adult, she’ll say it’s your fault.” He muttered through his humour. This was all too much for Billy’s brain to take, the evening had been one wild ride and he wanted off. “Um, Sir.” He interrupted “If you drop me at the corner of Elm and West at the next block, I can walk home from there.” He said as respectfully as he could muster, the uncertainty in his own voice infuriating.

 Hopper glanced back his way, then his eyes were back to the road as he shook his head. “No you’re coming with us to the hospital.” “I don’t-“ “You were drugged by the goonies, and you can wait while Steve is seen. This is your doing, you can be inconvenienced by being here as much as the rest of us.” Okay, not ideal. He really didn’t want to have to hang around Steve while the injuries he’d inflicted on him were patched up, but it would seem he didn’t have much of a choice. “Yes Sir, Sorry Sir.” He replied quietly, ducking his head to look at his feet as if by sheer will power and glaring at his feet he would be able to run away from this. Steve huffed a noise, Billy’s ears were tuned in and listening. “Why’d you say Sir so much, you don’t even Sir teachers at school.” He observed, lolling his head round off the window but thinking better of it and placing it back gingerly, screwing his eyes shut. Billy didn’t have an answer, he twisted his thumbnail into a graze on his knuckle from the fight, grimacing at the pain of it, but needed something to stop his brain smashing itself around inside his skull. Hopper glanced back again, frowning, Billy could tell that without looking He kept his gaze on his shoes as the Chief looked at him for a long moment before looking back to the road. “Because he respects me, unlike you, you little shit.” Hopper said, directed at Steve. Steve hummed an amused sound, Billy lifted his head up suddenly, wanting to see Steve’s face. He looked to the wing mirror to see Steve reflected there, to try and understand his complexion. Among the mess he’d left there he was a lopsided smile, his eyes still shut. “You still love me though right, Hop?” He asked. Alarmed bells were sounding in Billy’s head so loudly he missed Hopper’s response. - Billy had had his hands cleaned and wrapped up by a nurse he didn’t even look at. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the person who was helping him feel better, he was sure that seeing the person taking care of him would only deepen the guilt pooled in his chest about how much help Steve would need.Hopper was sitting beside him in the waiting room, arms folded and legs stretched out into the room, crossed at the ankles, head knocked back as far as it would go. Billy didn’t know what had gone on that evening for real, but judging by the state of the Chief it was something serious. And you have made it worse, someone near the back of his head whispered to him. Billy swallowed, wanting to say something. He pulled his own legs under the chair, wringing his hands nervously in his lap. “Out with it.” Hopper grumbled, not looking round at Billy, his eyes still directed to the ceiling but closed anyway. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just…” He pushed out a frustrated breath, forcing himself to get the words out. “Are you going to arrest me?” 

Hopper sat himself up, looking round to Billy properly. Billy felt he was being read like a book, it was uncomfortable and he dropped his gaze away as Hopper just looked him over. “Call me Hopper will you? The rest of the brats do.” “I’m not-“ “Yeah you are kid, you’re a minor in this town who makes my life more difficult than it needs to be. So you’re part of the brat pack.” Billy nodded, he guessed that was fair. He still needed his question answered though, the idea of going home was unappealing, but so was a night in the cells on his own. He went back to cracking each of his knuckles in turn, not daring to ask again. “Max mentioned your dad.” Hopper finally said. Billy was so shocked at it that the initial burst of anger carried him to his feet to look round at Hopper. Hopper who just raised an eyebrow in challenge and had Billy dropping back into his seat again. “What did she say? What did you tell him?” He asked in a hurry, forcing himself to look round at the man beside him, however uncomfortable that was.

“The truth.” Hopper said simply, something unreadable to Billy in his eyes.

 All of Billy’s breath left his body in one gasp, he doubled over to press his face into his hands on his lap. No no no. He was a dead man, he was living on borrowed time, Hopper had only brought him here to torment him. If Max had told him the truth, he must know what the truth would do to him. Steve walked into the room just then, which was typical Harrington timing, always always at the worse possible moment, when he was in the worst possible mood. “I have a concussion!” He announced with mock joyfulness, hitting Hop with two finger guns. Hopper stood up and pointed at the chair he’d vacated. Steve dropped himself into it, nudging Billy’s arm either intentionally or not, he couldn’t tell. “Steve, I was just letting Mr Hargrove here know what happened tonight at Ms. Byers house.” 

Billy’s heart had already stopped, the bottom of his stomach falling out his arse. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Billy looked up to Steve, hoping he couldn’t read the panic there, before he returned his attention to Hopper standing before them. Another glance sideways showed Steve was smirking. Of course Harrington would be enjoying this. But if Billy suspicions from earlier were true, he’d imagined some more empathy? Maybe smashing someone’s face in exempt them from feeling bad for you.

“I told Mr Hargrove Senior about how you’d turned up to collect your sister just in time to confront a violent burglar. About how you defended your sister and her friends in the face of danger.”

Billy felt like he’d been launched into space, all the air sucked out of his lungs, all the tears sucked out of his eyes. He pulled some air into his lungs before he passed out, embarrassed when it caught as a sob in his throat. “Why?” He mumbled through his tears.

Billy found himself alone with Harrington for the second time that night, leaning against a wall in the parking lot to wait for Hopper to finish the paperwork inside. After his disgustingly embarrassing display in the waiting room, he wasn’t wholly inclined to speak to the boy for fear of ridicule, but he had to ask. He had to know.

 “Why is the Chief being so nice to me, I don’t deserve it.” He muttered, gaze out across the parking lot, not daring to look at Harrington.

“Does your dad hit you?” Steve asked flatly, no beating about the bush there. Billy’s eyes flew round to Steve, frowning his most dangerous look towards him, working out his motives. But he didn’t find any. 

“Does your dad hit you? Is that why you’re so friendly with the Chief?” He shot back. Steve shook his head, “Apparently what my dad does is neglect.” Steve said with some venom, the same venom Billy felt towards his own dad. He didn’t fully understand what that meant, but he understood the tone, and felt obliged to share to equal the playing field again. “My dad beats me, yeah.” He said, voice barely above a whisper, a secret he’d not told anyone all of his life, and saying it out loud now was terrifying, terrifying but weirdly liberating. He was so far away in the strange mix of dread and euphoria that he didn’t realise Hopper had joined them. “If I take you home tonight, with our version of events. Are you going to be safe?” Hopper asked, bringing Billy down with a thump. But Billy nodded, he was sure Neil would be happy with that, and if not, people knew now. He could tell someone. He was free from the secretiveness of it all.

“Did Max tell you?” He asked, leaning up against the wall to look up at Hopper, somehow knowing that this man helped Steve settled some of the anxiety he’d felt around him earlier. Their first meeting hadn’t exactly been civil. 

Hopper nodded his assent once, Steve made himself busy with adjusting the hem of his shirt, feeling like he was intruding.

 All of the tears he’d spent that evening appeared not to be enough and Billy ducked his chin to his chest. Sobs shook his shoulders as he cried, he hadn’t cried like this since he was a child, it felt like all the hurt of the last few years was all pouring out in one go. Hopper stepped forward and dropped a heavy hand onto his shoulder, Billy moved his head round to lean against the arm, unable to stop the tears. Max had done this for him. Max had helped him more than he could repay her. His little unassuming sister, the girl who had drugged him to stop him murdering her babysitter. His little sister who saw and heard more than he ever knew and waited for the right time to use that information. He mentally noted to sit her down for a grown up discussion as soon as he was able to, he owed her so much, maybe his life. “We’ll get you through this kid, I promise.” Hopper’s gruff voice called to him, bringing him back to the here and now. He leaned out of the man’s grasp, wiping quickly at his eyes before looking to Steve, then back to Hopper. When he spoke his voice was desperate, desperate with hope, with despair, wet from his tears, “Thank you.” 

#harringrove #part 2 #because y'all were making me feel a liiiitle guilty about make you sad #hope you enjoy this #and it satisfies that sweet spot #billy hargrove fic #steve harrington #harringrove fanfic #billy hargrove #jim hopper #chief hopper #harringrove fic #harringrove fic rec #i guess but really not #billy hargrove needs a hug #tw: mentions of abuse #my stuff

[myfriendthedictionary]

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” + your favorite WATT relationship (romantic, platonic, familial) ?

“sharing is caring” - watt, annlark (plus annleigh & farrah sibling moments) - 820 words

“Sharing is caring! Now, give me the hoodie!”

The shriek from the second room on the right could be heard from practically everywhere in the O’Daniel residence. Both Mr. and Mrs. O’Daniel, who were well accustomed to the... antics... of their children at this point, chose wisely to ignore it.

Clark, hanging up his scarf by the front door, had to stifle a chuckle. He made his way easily into the family room where his girlfriend’s parents greeted him with bright smiles and waves. “I take it that Annleigh’s not quite ready for the movie, then?” The blond joked.

Mr. O’Daniel smiled warmly at Clark. “They’ve been at this for hours. Apparently, no one in this whole house has a darned outfit!” He rolled his eyes at his wife affectionately.

There was almost always some sort of noise in this household. It wasn’t as if it had that many members (although, at this point, Clark practically counted as a bonus son). It was more than each individual was known for having to be the loudest person in the room at any given time. Still, that was what was best about family, right? The loudness of it all. Family made you feel exhilarated and exasperated in a way no one else really could, but they always made you better for it.

“THOU SHALL NOT STEAL, FARRAH!! COMMANDMENT NUMBER EIGHT!”

Well, maybe not always.

The sound of running footsteps from upstairs drew the attention of the boy waiting in the living room. “Uh... maybe I should—“

“Oh yeah?! Where was that commandment when you took my gel pens last week, huh?” Farrah’s voice was more aggressive teasing than anything else, as if she was half amused by the fact this annoyed Annleigh. Honestly, Clark wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

In the living room, the girl’s father and stepmother continued to be very interested in their newspapers. Clark shifted his weight back and forth, wondering if he should risk going up there. On one hand, he was usually a lot better at calming down Farrah than her stepsister was. On the other, he might have a repeat of the Hairbrush Incident, and the poor boy wasn’t exactly ready fit that sort of experience.

As loud as Farrah could be, Annleigh could always be louder. “I borrowed your gel pens, and you said I could!!! Now, give my sweatshirt BACK—“

Alright, it was time to take action. “Wish me luck!” Clark waved jovially to his girlfriend’s parents, was given a mock salute in response, and then made his way up the stairs. The O’Daniels had a large, spiral staircase in the front hallway, so the noise from upstairs only grew with each passing step. There was now banging on a door, meaning that Farrah had apparently locked her sister out of her room, presumably with the treasured hoodie inside.

“Come on, give it back!! Clark’s gonna be here soon, and I need it to go!” Annleigh’s voice was more of a whine than a shout this time.

“Oh nooooo...!” Her sister teased, through the door. Clark again had to stifle his laughter. Farrah got under his girlfriend’s skin sometimes, but she was generally fairly well-intentioned. He had enough younger siblings to know that they only picked fights when they wanted attention. “Yeah, ‘cause you might freeze to death at the fucking Cinemark! What a crisis!” The younger girl’s eye roll was practically visible, despite the wooden door between her and the hallway.

“Come on, Farrah—“ Annleigh was jiggling her sister’s door handle as Clark entered the hall, so intently that it took her a moment to realize. “Clark...!” Her face morphed into a smile when she noticed him, something that still (even after all these year) made his heart flutter. “I’m sorry, someone’s being difficult. I’m almost ready to go, though.”

The noise of what sounded like Farrah sticking her tongue out came through the door.

Clark chuckled, slipping his hand into Annleigh’s. “It seems like she’s pretty set on keeping that jacket, my love... maybe we should try to get it back after the movie?”

It seemed reasonable enough to him, at least. Besides, it would win him points with Farrah. Clark didn’t think the girl hated him as much as she claimed, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to win good boyfriend points with her. As much as she would adamantly deny it, the younger girl could be protective over Annleigh. Clark didn’t ever want to do anything that would make anyone in the O’Daniel family think he wouldn’t protect her.

His girlfriend set her mouth in a pout. “What about if I get cold, though?” She huffed, but (thankfully) turned away from the door.

“Then,” Clark smiled and squeezed her hand, before shrugging off his own coat. With a practiced gesture, he swept it gracefully around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to settle for mine!”

#this was so soft to write i love them #thank you so much for the suggestion!! #paige writes #my writing #watt #we are the tigers #watt clark #clark we are the tigers #annleigh we are the tigers #watt annleigh #annleigh o'daniel #farrah o'daniel #watt farrah #farrah we are the tigers #clark x annleigh #annlark #clarkleigh #we are the tigers fanfic #watt fanfiction #long post

[kinglazrus]

For the prompt list thing any chance you wanna do random, #5?

Random #5 - “I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.”

It Could be Weird

Danny’s life is weird. Everybody knows it. Even if they don’t know about his part-timejob of being dead, they know about his eccentric ghost-hunting parents, and his uptight psychology obsessed sister, and his own eternal fascination with space.

They know the food in his lunchbox is sometimes alive. They know the lump in his backpack’s water bottle holder isn’t a water bottle but a compact ectogun. They know Danny sleeps above a portal to another dimension.

But they don’t know the weirdest thing about Danny’s life which, amazingly enough,is not the fact that he’s half-dead. It’s that for the past five nights Danny has come home from ghost patrol to find Dash Baxter sitting in his living room, wearing glasses.

Tonight, Danny sneaks in through his bedroom window, phasing through the class. He dumpsthe thermos on his bed—he’ll empty it out later—shakes out the dust and dried ectoplasm from his hair and transforms. Snatching a hoodie off his chair, he fires a harmless ectoblast at his radio on his way out the door, cutting off the music he put on to make it seem like he was home.

He hops down the stairs, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie over his split knuckles, and pauses on his way to the kitchen. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, Dash sits cross-legged in front of the coffee table. His homework is spread out before him, a textbook at his elbow, a pencil in his hand, and a frown on his face.

Jazz sits on the couch holding an identical textbook—Danny’s copy, he recognizes thebloodstain on the spine—and quietly talks Dash through a lesson on cellular development.

Despite coming home to a similar scene four days in a row, it’s still so bizarre thathe stares too long and Jazz catches him watching.

“Did you do your homework?” Jazz asks. The unspoken before ghost hunting lingers between them.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Fine. I’m going to do it now,” he says.

“You’re still lying,” Jazz singsongs. She slips a page in Danny’s textbook and glances up at him. “You need to keep your grades up if you want to keep…”

She glances at Dash, who’s pencil has stopped moving and is sitting oddly still.

“… making friends. After school.”

“Making friends.” Danny raises an eyebrow at her. He wishes that’s what he was doing after school. It’d be a hell of a lot kinder on his bones.

Jazz flushes but refuses to be cowed. “Get your stuff, you’re working in here.”

Danny tips his head back, groaning, and heads back upstairs to get his backpack.

—

Danny hasn’t touched his homework in five minutes. He gnaws on the end of his pencil,the metal band squishing between his teeth, flicking the eraser with his tongue to make the pencil swing back and forth. Every few seconds, Jazz sends him an admonishing look over the top of Danny’s textbook.

“That’s not working,” she says.

“I’m contemplating the philosophic implications of my assignment,” Danny says.

Jazz doesn’t look impressed.

Danny doesn’t really blame her. His chin is resting on a math textbook.

“It’s important,” he says. “How can I figure out how many pounds of fudge Anabelle has leftover without first considering why she has it? Or where she got it from? Or what the hell a triangle has to do with it?”

Maybe she’s a distant relative of their father’s.

Jazz rolls her eyes and leans over Dash’s shoulder, scanning the questions he’s working on.

“This one’s wrong,” she says, pointing halfway down the page.

Dash huffs, scowling, and furiously erases his answer.

It fascinates Danny. He’s never seen Dash so focused on something that didn’t involve a football or beating Danny up. Not to mention the glasses. Since when does Dash have glasses? They’ve been in the same class since kindergarten and he’s never seen them before.

Not to mention, Dash hasn’t insulted Danny once since he sat down on the other side of the table. Maybe Dash got hit in the head by a stray ectoblast when Kitty showed up during gym class.

Danny spits his pencil out of his mouth, ignoring the disgusted look Jazz gives him,and says, “I thought you already proved you could tutor the ‘untutorable.’”

“I did,” Jazz says. Shaking her long sleeve out over her hand, she reaches out and swats Danny’s pencil back toward him. “I thought you were being philosophical about brownies.”

“Fudge,” Danny corrects her. “And I decided the Fenton appetite is beyond the comprehension of even the greatest philosophers.”

“Anabelle’s a Fenton now?”

“My favourite cousin.”

“Uh-huh.” Jazz closes her borrowed textbook and sets it down on the cushion beside her, folding her hands in her lap. “If you aren’t going to do your work you can just–”

“Jazz!” Their mother’s voice echoes up the basement stairs. “Can you come downhere for a moment?”

Jazz sighs but gets up without a fuss. She points at Danny before heading downstairsand says, “Be nice. Don’t distract my student.”

“Me? But he's­– wait, your student?”

Jazz turns away, leaving Danny sputtering and alone with Dash.

It takes Danny a moment to compose himself. When he does, he shoves his homeworkaside, slams his hand on the table, and leans across it into Dash’s personal space.

“Okay, what the hell, why do you keeping coming here?” Danny asks. “Are you hitting on my sister again? Because she already said no, don’t be a creep. I sent the last guy who messed with her to the Ghost Zone.”

Rather than leaning away, Dash gets in Danny’s face and sneers. “Chill out, Fenturd, don’t be an ass.”

“If you're–”

“I said chill out.” Dash shoves Danny’s face away. “You’re sister’s pretty smart, okay? And I need help with science.”

“You really think I’m gonna believe that?” Danny sits back and crosses his arms. Like hell. He remembers how gross Dash was hitting on his sister in ninth grade. Two years was not long enough to recover from that emotional travesty.

“I’m failing the class, okay?” Dash snaps, cheeks red. “I gotta pull my grade up to a C or else I’m off the football team.”

“Oh.” The fight goes out of Danny pretty quickly. He scratches his head and looksaway. “Okay, whatever. My grades aren’t that great either.”

“Yeah, but you’re a loser.”

“Seriously?” Danny glares across the table. “You can’t be civil for two seconds? I wastrying to be nice or whatever, but if you’re just gonna be an ass about it, fine. Wonder how you’re friends’d react to that.”

Dash wrinkles his nose. “What? They already know.”

“And they didn’t kick you out of your little club?” Danny asks flippantly.

“You think we’re that shallow?”

Danny stares at Dash. He can’t be serious. He can’t be that oblivious. All the A-listers care about are looks, money, and popularity, and Danny knows that firsthand.

“I bet Valerie does.”

Dash at least has the mind to look ashamed, and Danny feels a little vindicated at the sight of his downturned eyes.

“You guys were pretty damn cruel to her after she lost all her money. Are you telling me that wasn’t shallow?” Danny asks smugly.

“Like you’re so great, Fenton.”

“A hell of a lot better than you.”

Dash laughs. It’s loud and mocking, and he throws his head back as he does it. “Oh my god. You know how many times I’ve seen you brush off those friends of yours? Didn’t you, like, ditch them to go to a party freshman year? And you replaced them with robots once.”

“Hey, there was more going on there!” Danny defends himself. He doesn’t even know how Dash heard about the robots, but there was more to it, a ghost that could make you greedy.

Danny took care of it pretty quickly once he realized what was up, although that didn’t stop him from feeling like a massive jerk afterwards. But at least he didn’t mean it, and he knew he was a bad friend at that time.

“I don’t think you realize how much I don’t give a shit,” Dash says. “Just leave me alone, Fenton. And if you tell anyone besides my friends about this, I’ll shove you in so many lockers.”

Danny scowls. “Fine. Don’t flirt with my sister though.”

“No problems there. I’m not into girls.”

It takes Danny a second to process that. “Huh.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“What? No. Like, pretty much everyone I’m friends with is in the queer community,myself included. I thought you liked Paulina. And, you know, you flirted with my sister? And pretty much every single cheerleader.” Danny thinks back, trying to remember if there were any hints. Dash used to flirt with girls a lot, but he can’t actually remember him hitting on anyone in the past year. “You know what that is? Growth.”

“Don’t quote gifs at me, loser.” There’s less bite in Dash’s insult and more resignation. The sound of a man who will put up with what he hates for something he needs.

Danny almost smiles. Almost. Dash is still a massive dick, but Danny hates him a little less than usual right now, if only because he isn’t trying to get with Jazz after all.

They fall silent, Dash returning to his work while Danny just sits there and thinks. He glances toward the stairs once, wondering what’s taking Jazz so long, but doesn’t totally mind it. Being alone with Dash isn’t as horrible as he thought it’d be.

He gets bored pretty damn quickly though.

“Okay, the glasses, you have to tell me,” Danny says.

Dash groans, closing his notebook. “They’re glasses. I wear them and stuff gets less blurry. Fascinating.”

“Yeah, but I mean!” Danny waves his arms in a meaningless gesture. “Since when do you have them?”

“Since I got them.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

“I’d call you a sap, but I think you’d punch me for it,” Danny quips, unable to resist.

“I’d call you a loser, but it’s redundant.”

“I can’t believe you know what redundant means.”

Dash glares at Danny. Normally that look makes Danny nervous, because it’s usually followed by a punch to the got or some other, equally painful retribution, but right now Danny’s actually enjoying himself and Dash doesn’t look like he’s about to snap.

“Quick, write the word down before you forget it,” Danny says, tapping Dash’s notebook.

“Shut up, you moron.” Dash swats Danny’s hand with his pencil.

“Oh no, you’re backsliding. Write it fast.”

“Shut up!”

“Want some help? Here, r-e-t-”

“You are such a fucking idiot.”

Danny beams. “I’d call you an imbecile, but I think that’d be cruel since you probably can’t spell it.”

“I swear to god, Fenton.”

“Hey, don’t be mean to my brother!”

Danny ducks his head to hide the shit-eating grin on his face as Jazz returns. She’s glaring at Dash, who sputters as he tries to defend himself, and Danny silently vows to join them for tomorrow’s study session, too, if this is what it’s going to be like.

#I mainly reblogged those lists for my own future use to practice writing #I didn't actually thinking anyone would send me a prompt #but I was so delighted to see this in my inbox #feel free to send in other prompts! #I need to work on my oneshot skills #me? slightly altering canon in a small oneshot to make up for massive character arc plotholes in one of the most hated episodes of the show #You know it #I didn't really edit #just tossed it through grammarly really quick #so I hope it's okay #unlucky alis #lazwrites #anon #the king answers #danny phantom #dash baxter #danny fenton #bros bonding sort of #dash and danny friendship in a way #phanfiction #phanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #tumblroneshots

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

We Move Lightly - 10

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: swearings.

Word count: 3,285

A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio! The music in question is Bloom by The Paper Kites. Enjoy the chapter x

It was no wonder that saturday you woke up by the Lothbroks’ screams. You remembered when you first moved in, how much you hated them. You didn’t hate them anymore, but it was sure as hell that you didn’t grow fond of them so much. Not so fast, boys, you thought. But it was a strong fact that somehow you were related to them as much as you wished to - all because of Ivar Lothbrok.

“Look where he put me into,” you said, not really measuring your words. By the time you said them to yourself they didn’t mean a big deal.

You grabbed your earphones on your nightstand and put on some music so you could fall asleep again - it was too early for you to wake up, but not for the Lothbroks, who had to prepare a massive birthday party.

Ivar told you to be there at 3 P.M. You thought it was too soon for a grown-up party to begin, but he reminded you that, grown up or not, it was more of a family gathering and they had kids. The real grown up thing would be a couple of days later.

Ivar and Ubbe had succeeded at making their brothers minds up by agreeing to celebrate their birthdays on different days, so that way all of them could go to both events. Of course that Ivar invited you to all of them, but you were still thinking about it. Clubs aren’t really your thing, and Sigurd’s taste in music didn’t quite match yours. You didn’t want to leave Ivar alone, but you weren’t excited to go to neither of them.

Plus - and thinking about this made your heart shrink a little - you and Ivar weren’t a couple. Of course that, clearly, you were more than friends, but not a couple, not exactly. You bit your lips and shut your eyes, trying to sleep again, but with these thoughts it was impossible. You liked Ivar - god, you liked him so much. It was obvious that he liked you too, but sometimes you felt too much involved in his family. Like a girlfriend would be.

But you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a girl he was seeing.

In your mind it was crystal clear that you were the only one that he was seeing, but what if it wasn’t?

In your attempt to sleep you received a message. It was Amy.

I’m gonna be late for today, I’m so sorry. Shit went down here at home. Just go without me, I’ll be there later.

Wait, you think you gonna be that late?, you replied.

Well, sure as hell I’m gonna be there at 3 or even 4.

Is everything okay?

Yep, just my stupid brother. I’ll be there later, don’t worry hun. xx, and that ended the conversation.

Well, now you weren’t sleeping.

*

You showed up with your parents at the Lothbroks’ backyard precisely at 3 P.M.

“Folks, I’m impressed! You didn’t get any traffic, did ya?” Hvitserk greeted you. Your father handed him his present and then Sigurd’s. “Thanks, sir! Hey, Y/N.”

“Happy birthday, Hvitserk,” you hugged him.

Hvitserk told you that Ivar was in the kitchen, in case you wanted to see your boy - Hvitserk’s words. With your cheeks burning you excused yourself from your parents.

“Ivar?” You called when you couldn’t see him anywhere, then you heard what it looked like someone hitting their head in a shelf.

“Ouch!”

“Ivar?” You could see his silhouette inside the pantry. “Oh, are you okay?” You helped him getting out.

“I’m fine, it was just the scare,” he was rubbing his head. You got his hands and held them, gently pressing a kiss on his lips. “Hey, girl. It’s not my birthday, but I’m starting to feel that it is,” the look on his eyes and his smile reminds you to breathe. And, as quick as like that, his eyes shine and he starts talking really fast, all excited. “Damn Y/N, you should’ve seen what I did this morning! Remember when I told ya that Sigurd was a pain in my ass about moving to my room here, downstairs?” You nodded. You did remember this story. “Sometimes we exchange for a night when my legs are really hurting, so I came up with this plan last night.” Ivar guided you to the kitchen island, where you could sit in one of the barstools. “I whined like crazy to do this exchange last night, so Sigurd would sleep in my room. With this grumpy face he accepted,” Ivar imitated Sigurd’s face, making you laugh. “I know, it’s ridiculous, right? So, two hours before Sigurd or Hvitserk would wake up, I got a rope and tied their doorknobs, so no one could open the door.”

“You did what?” You asked laughing, Ivar with you.

“They got so fucking mad! They drive me crazy all year, I had to do this on their birthday party day,” Ivar was smiling like a little boy - more like a brat, you might say.

“Why do I have the feeling that you are the black sheep in this family?” You touch his hand.

“I’m the scourge of this family, honey,” he said. “Although I couldn’t say which one of us was the most terrible.”

“Was?” You teased him.

“We’re all pretty shit now,” he raised his shoulders. “But not Ubbe. He’s the oldest, so he kinda grew up fast. But not Hvitserk, he always had it in him.”

“Had what, exactly?”

“The childness,” you laugh at the sincerity in his tone.

“And what about you? Ubbe’s seen to be the mature one, the only one here with the brains; Hvitserk’s the child; Sigurd’s is the one grumpy brat; what about you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m the prince here,” he opened his arms to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, the Prince of the Great Lothbrok Kitchen,” you mocked him.

“Hey, don’t be so mean,” he pointed a finger at you and leaned in for a kiss. “Where’s Amy? I thought she and Ubbe were hitting good.”

“She didn’t give him her phone number.”

“What? You know, your friend is one of a kind.”

“What can I say? Sometimes I don’t understand her. Actually she said she only wanted Ubbe to be a ‘Kattegat thing’, if you understand it.”

“It’s not common, but I see her point. Kinda weird, though.”

“Yeah, but she’ll be here. She’s gonna be super late.”

“I’m glad you arrived super in time,” Ivar held you in his arms and kissed you one more time.

It wasn’t a surprise that Ivar was very attentive with you, but not like this, every five minutes. You weren’t complaining, of course, you were just pointing out the new things.

You liked it.

*

“I’m picking Amy up!” You announced to your parents, showing them the car keys.

“Hey, hey, hey…!” Ivar called for you. “Let me do it, it was my idea after all to invite her.”

“It would be weird for you to go…”

“Of course you would be going with me, silly,” he opened a smile. You nodded, agreeing.

And once again you were in a car with Ivar. His car was different - it had all the technology he needed, since his legs were used to have bad days.

“I’m not getting this relationship of theirs,” Ivar tried to pull some conversation.

“There’s no relationship, that’s the point,” you looked over the window, seeing the traffic. “That’s what she’s been trying to tell me, at least,” you completed after some time. “She thinks that there is some excitement to see a guy every once in a while in this weird little town, a guy that she never talks to over the phone.”

“Like the old days?” He asked, quickly turning his head to you.

“I think so. Like the old days.”

The trip to the train station was quiet, but not an awkward silence - you were just enjoying the view as someone else drove the car, and Ivar knew it. He grabbed your hand and you smiled at him, enjoying the gesture. He definitely was coming more around.

“Amy texted, she said we don’t need to get out, she has only a backpack.”

“I think she finally learned how to pack for a weekend,” you laughed. “I remember the first time she came - I saw you guys struggling with all her luggage.”

“She’s… unique,” you said as you saw Amy coming, all smiles and waving at you.

“Hey-a little doves!” That was the first thing she said. She kept rambling all the way back about what happened that made her late, until she said something that made your heart skip and freeze. “Look at you… picking me up, sitting there in the front, just like a couple. You guys are adorable, make me sick.”

There it was. The couple thing. You closed your eyes and smiled as Ivar held your hand once again. You got the courage to look to his face - he was attentive to the streets ahead him, but he had a smile on his lips. A sweet one. You slightly squeezed his hand and he responded with a bigger smile.

“Yuck,” Amy said, joking.

*

When you arrived with Amy at the Lothbroks she hugged everyone like she already knew them.

“Oh, Y/N, I would like to introduce you to the rest of the family,” Hvitserk said.

“Okay…” you agreed, thinking it was weird this coming from Hvitserk.

“This is Bjorn, our oldest brother. He’s from the first marriage,” you shaked hands with a tall, huge blonde guy. He was serious, but his blue eyes were warm. “This is Torvi, his wife,” she hugged you. “And his kids are running around,” he opened his arm, pointing to the huge backyard.

“Nice to meet you,” you said shyly.

“So you’re Ivar’s girl,” Bjorn said. You choked. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean it,” Torvi elbowed Bjorn and he gave her a funny look. “What?” Hvitserk pulled you with him - he was a little drunk, yes.

“And this is our only sister, Gyda. Also from the first marriage. Gyda’s actually nice.”

“Hey! Bjorn is nice too, you loved him when you were a little boy!”

“Bjorn. Serious,” Hvitserk said. “And this is Aud, Gyda’s friend. They share an apartment together.”

“Nice thing to add, Hvit,” Aud said, hugging you like Gyda did.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Gyda said.

“Let me borrow her now, asshole,” Ivar said to Hvitserk, coming out of nowhere.

“All yours, brother. Always have been,” Hvitserk left drinking from his glass.

“Did he bother you?” Ivar asked you.

“No no, he just… introduced me to your other siblings,” you and the girls smiled.

“Typical Hvitserk,” Aud said.

“Aud, you’re here. That’s nice. Have a great time you two,” Ivar said politely to the girls. “Annoying backstory with Sigurd - I didn’t think she would come. Anyways, Floki is here and I would like you to meet him.”

“Oh… wow! Okay. A lot of meetings today, I guess.”

“Is that a problem?” Ivar’s eyes went from amused to worried. “Are we pushing too hard? I’m sorry, it must be weird for you to meet all these new people…”

“Ivar, it’s okay. Really. I was just… not expecting it. Let’s go meet Floki,” you gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his hand. He guided to the very end of the backyard, where Ragnar was with his friends.

“Y/N!” Ragnar greeted loudly, opening his arms as he saw you coming. “How ya doing? Enjoying your summer?” He hugged strongly, making you go out of breath.

“Sure am, Mr. Lothbrok.”

“Please, it’s Ragnar.”

“Y/N, this is Floki, my boss and my father’s best friend.”

“So this is the girl that gave me a hard time?” You blushed at Floki’s words. “Don’t worry kiddo, I know how to keep this Lothbrok on the line,” he pointed to Ivar. “Since this one is unstoppable,” he pointed his head to Ragnar, who laughed.

“Oh, stop it,” you could see the light shine on Ragnar’s eyes and teeth, how his smile looked even more beautiful in the dark. “I’m a perfectly good old man.”

“Old is for sure,” Ivar said, laughing and making all the other men laugh.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Ragnar slapped the back of Ivar’s head, making the boy laugh.

“What did you boss mean back there? About me,” you asked Ivar when you were in a safe distance.

“Oh, that? Don’t worry about it.”

“Did I… I didn’t want to cause any trouble…”

“You didn’t, sweetheart. Hi, I’m Helga. Floki’s wife.”

“Oh, hi,” you smiled at her and, of course, she hugged you.

“Can I talk with her?” She asked looking at Ivar. He nodded and left. Helga hooked her arm to yours and you started walking. “So you’re Y/N.”

“How come does everyone know me?”

“Ivar’s quite a lonely boy. When his brothers started to spread the word that he met a girl, well… You would imagine what this means,” the thought of being the reason of gossiping drove you nuts. “But that’s not a thing to be worried about. Only family knew.”

“Floki…”

“It doesn’t need blood to be family.”

“Oh god…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Helga laughed at your reaction. “I assure you that only the siblings and me and Floki knew about you. I heard what you asked Ivar. He mentioned you to us - he was so radiant. Floki was afraid that this new thing would slow Ivar down, but the boy knows how to keep things straight.”

“I didn’t see him for days. Weeks, even. Only quick things, but we texted a lot.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t see him. The company had a lot of work and Ivar is the only intern there.”

“That’s fine, I understand. I think it’s great that he’s that compromised,” you looked down at your feet, smiling.

“Ivar is a good boy, and I’m sure you’re a good girl. We’re very close, you see,” you nodded.

“He told me a lot about you two,”

“He’s that kind of person. He wouldn’t shut up about you, it drove Floki crazy,” you two laughed. “I’m so glad he found a girl like you. You’re very lucky to have meet him,” Helga squeezed your hands before going.

I think I am, you thought. You looked for Ivar above all those heads - you found him, speaking to some guys. You recognized Sigurd with him. That’s one you rarely see - Sigurd -, so the sight of him felt a bit strange. They were all laughing. They fought a lot, that was true, but they still loved each other. Just imagine, a house with four brothers. All men - the mess that probably was. You smiled at that view, looking all around.

Ubbe with Amy, laughing. Ivar and Sigurd and their friends. Hvitserk messing around. Bjorn and Torvi, along with a blonde, mature woman. Aslaug and Helga. Ragnar and Floki. Gyda and Aud. You parents were mixed in the crowd, but everyone was there.

You saw Hvitserk getting up on a table - he was trying to get everyone’s attention.

“This is a tradition of every damn gathering here,” everyone laughed. “A birthday is not an excuse. A party is not an excuse. It’s all about… all of us together,” Hvitserk tried to put his drunk words together. “I would like that bastard Sigurd to come up here since it’s his birthday too,” everyone screamed, calling for Sigurd. He showed up at Hvitserk’s side, and you felt someone touching your shoulder. Ivar. You smiled at each other.

“I’m happy that everyone could show up today. Or tonight,” Sigurd looked at the sky. “It’s night already, isn’t it? I’m terrible at these things, even though I jump on a stage and I’m great there,” people laughed. You remembered that day at Bragr’s, with Ivar. “I just wanna thank to all the presences here. Our friends, our family. Our neighbors and their daughter, because after Ivar met her he’s being less of a pain in my ass.”

You covered my face, wanting to dig yourself in the ground.

“Asshole!” Ivar screamed. Everyone laughed.

“But what the heck, I love my little brother. That’s the thing about being in a big family - you get to mess around and you still love everyone.”

“Wow. Nice words coming from Sigurd. I think it’s the whiskey,” Hvitserk said. Everyone laughed. “Here’s,” he said even louder, raising his glass. “For the handsome and the musician,” everyone shouted and raised their glasses. You didn’t have one, but Ivar raised his. “Here’s for everyone here tonight. May we all be together next year,” more shouts and everyone drank from their glasses. Ivar gave you his so you could take a sip.

“Now, if there’s anyone interested, I’m going to play some songs with my band, so just keep doing what you do best,” Sigurd announced.

As everyone shouted you turned over to Ivar. “I didn’t know Sigurd was playing.”

“Oh, he is. Only because it’s his birthday. Here, I made a little request,” Ivar put his glass on a table and pulled you over to him, your bodies really close to each other.

“I’ll start with a song that was a secret request. Don’t look too much around, otherwise it won’t be a secret anymore,” Sigurd said over the mic.

“Ivar…” you said, sounding surprised.

“Just c’mere,” he held you close.

Sigurd started with his guitar. He was solo.

Ivar started to guide you by the rhythm. 

“In the morning when I wake,” Sigurd’s voice sang. His voice was very smooth, different from that night at the café. “And the sun is coming through…”

“How is everyone?” You buried your head on Ivar’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Just enjoy it,” you bit your lips and stared at Ivar.

“Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down?” Sigurd continued. It was the kind of a song that made you feel good, calm.

“Oh, you fill my head with pieces… Of a song I can’t out,” Ivar was mimicking the words. He was slowly guiding you, gently making you spin. You felt the grass under your feet. When you got closer to him again, he rubbed the tip of his nose on yours, closing his eyes. It looked a lot like eskimo kissing, but for a moment he rested his forehead on yours.

“Can I take you to a moment - where the fields are painted gold? And the trees are filled with memories - of the feelings never told,” as Sigurd sang the words you remembered of the lake Ivar took you. You held your breath and opened your eyes. Ivar was there, looking at you. He was discreetly nodding his head yes, because he knew what you were thinking.

Now Ivar followed Sigurd, but in a tone that only you could hear. “Can I be close to you?” You bit your lips, your mind working at full speed. You weren’t sure if it was that but, even if it wasn’t, it was something. 

Maybe that was his way to confess. Or maybe that was his way to ask it.

But it didn’t matter, because by the time Ivar said the last “can I be close to you?” he whispered, now by himself, as Sigurd finished in the guitar: “Can I?”

You whispered back: “Yes. Yes, you can,” so Ivar hold you tight against his body and kissed you, passionately.

You had no idea what that was about, but it was something. And, for you, it was all that mattered.

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[badass-women-league]

TIVALI

12- Home sweet home

Ziva had missed the comfort of her home. She was so relieved to be out from the hospital. They could now start their new life as a family of four. Adam was asleep in Ziva's arms. When they walked inside the apartment, Tali rushed directly to her bedroom. Hospital room were definitely not very amusing for a 7 years old. Ziva walked to Adam's bedroom and lay him on his crib. On the wall on top of Adam's crib was hanged a frame with one of Tali's drawing. Not every drawing. It was the drawing that she offered to Tony to announce him that he was about to be a dad again. The drawing that announced Adam's arrival in the family. Ziva looked at Adam and Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva's waist. He kissed the crook of her neck and looked at Adam. They stood still for long minutes.

Later that night. Ziva was lying in bed. Tony walked out from the bathroom, sprawled on the bed and signed. The day had been pretty intense and he was still trying to adjust to his new life with a newborn. Ziva was looking at him with a mocking smile. She asked:

-"are you ok ?"

-"I think I am dead on the inside"

Ziva let a little laugh escape:

-"you should get some rest, it's only the beginning..."

-"How did you managed to do this on your own ? I don't get it"

-"it has not been easy at first. Orli helped me a lot but Tali had been a pretty easy child to raise. She had been sleeping all night long practically from the beginning"

-"she inherited that from me"

Tony loved to hear Ziva talk about Tali's first years of life and he never felt resentment on the fact that he wasn't there.

Ziva smiled:

-"well thanks then"

Tony raised from the mattress and kissed Ziva:

-"you're welcome, the pleasure was mine.." A mischievous smile spread on Tony's face "Talking about pleasure..."

Ziva looked at him with a questioning look. Tony leaned over her and whispered:

-"babies are sleeping in their beds... we have a few hours before Adam wakes up..."

He kissed her and he obviously had planned for more than just kissing but Ziva stopped him right away:

-"I thought you were tired ?"

-"you know I am never tired for that"

He continued his kissing but once his hand started to venture on her body she stopped him and said:

-"6 weeks...."

-"what ?"

-"6 weeks without sex... doctor's orders"

-"what ? 6 weeks is a lot.. 6 weeks is more than a month... 6 weeks is..." he counts the days on his fingers then abort the idea and said: "I can't survive this" Tony pretended to have difficulties to breathe "see I am having panic attacks too"

Ziva laughed, leaned over him and kissed him softly. She winked and whispered: "you'll be fine... think about the finish line"

Tony collapsed on the pillow, dreaming about the moment they will be allowed to have sex again. He sat back and said:

-"ok, if we can't have sec, then there is some adjustment to make, starting with your clothes"

Ziva looked surprised and offended

-"what's wrong with my clothes ?"

-"they are overly sexy.."

-"what ? I wearing a tank top and a pajama pants ! What's sexy in that ?"

-"I can see your skin... too much for me"

-"Oh my god.. you are..."

She stopped not knowing how to describe him.

-"you have to stop using that voice too.. that husky, sexy, tempting voice"

-"which voice ?? That voice"

She put on her most sexy voice and leaned to him.

-"stop.. stay away from me woman..."

She placed her hand on his thigh and he surrendered:

-"ok I'm gonna sleep on the couch"

He stood up, grabbed his pillow and walked to the door, leaving a laughing Ziva on the bed:

-"come on Tony ! COME BACK HERE! TONY COME BACK !"

Ziva and Adam were back home for more than a month now. Ziva had been struggling with anxiety. It was happening at least once a week. The panic strike had started again after Adam's birth. The only thing that soothed her crisis was to get some time alone with Adam in her bedroom. Tony and Ziva were trying their best to protect Tali from it but the little girl was not stupid. When Tony got out from the bedroom he crouched next to Tali and asked:

-"are you ok ?"

-"I wanna see Ima"

-"not right now baby"

-"why can't I see Ima ?"

-"because Ima is having some difficulties and she needs some time alone"

-"is this because of him ?"

-"what ? No, it's not your baby brother's fault. See, I already told you that Ima had some difficult choice to make when you were a baby and she is just scared that it might happen again"

Tali looked shocked:

-"Ima is scared ? I thought only children were scared"

-"no Tali even grown ups are scared sometimes"

-"even you ?"

-"especially me. You should not be ashamed of being scared. Everyone has fears. You, me, ima, grandpa Gibbs. I am scared all the time. I am scared that something wrong might happen to you, Ima or your brother. What are you scared of ?"

-"spiders and broccoli"

Tony laughed:

-"alright I feel you on the broccoli. Come on you should not worry about Ima. Ima is gonna be fine. We're all gonna be fine"

-"but Adam is not going anywhere right ? He's gonna stay with us forever?"

-"yes of course. Adam stays with us and Ima will get better. Ima always gets better. Wanna help me prepare dinner ?"

Tali smiled and nodded vigorously.

Tony entered the living room with an old dusty box:

-"Look what I found"

He placed the box on the coffee table and blow the dust away. Ziva asked:

-"what is it ?"

-"some old stuff I kept from D.C. Come here Tali"

Tali sat on her knees next to the coffee table. Tony took his old mighty mouse stapler and showed it to Ziva:

-"remember that ?"

Ziva sighed:

-"oh my god... how could I forget it.."

Tali laughed:

-"that's for babies"

Tony looked offended:

-"hey! Show some respect, that stapler is not any stapler.. it never let me down, it was the only support I had when I was writing my reports"

Ziva sighed again:

-"Oh my god, of course it's JUST a stapler. How many times did I dream about taking that stapler down your throat ! You were never letting anyone borrow it ! It was driving me crazy !"

-"you and McGee were jealous and you never wanted to admit it"

-"jealous of you stupid mickey mouse stapler ?"

-"it's mighty mouse.."

While her parents were arguing over the stapler, Tali grabbed some pictures from the box. On top of it was the picture of Ziva with her fake belly. Tali looked confused and asked:

-"is that me ?"

She pointed at the belly:

-"no baby this wasn't real, it was just for work"

Tony grabbed the picture and said:

-"ah that picture! When I saw it, I knew your mom would make an beautiful mother"

Ziva laughed and said:

-"stop it!"

-"what ? It's true. Can you imagine if we have had a baby back in NCIS ? Little DiNozzo's running around in the bullpen"

-"would you have let them play with your stapler ?"

Tony pressed the stapler against his chest:

-"Never, it's mine"

Tali looked at her dad with pleading eyes. Tony tried to resist but the little girl knew exactly how to make her dad give up. Tony sighed:

-"alright fine you can have it..."

Tali grabbed the stapler and smiled victoriously. Ziva mocked him:

-"very impressive demonstration of your parental authority"

Tony frowned:

-"don't laugh ok. What is she even gonna do with a stapler"

Tali looked at the next picture:

-"who's that ?"

She turned the picture so that Tony could take a look.

-"that's Kate, she was my friend before Ima"

-"she was your girlfriend ?"

Tony laughed:

-"no, no Tali, she was not my girlfriend. Just my friend, a very, very close friend. She was like a sister to me"

-"where is she now ?"

Tony took a moment before answering. Ziva gently caressed the back of his neck. She definitely knew that it was hard for him. He looked at her and smiled:

-"she is gone now.. but as long as I keep remembering her it's like she's still there with us. I really wished she could have met you. She would have loved you"

Tali searched through the box and took out some of Gibbs old medals. Tony took a look at them and smiled in remembrance of the time he used to collect them for his boss. Tali took a piece of paper and tried to read some of the hand written lines on it:

-"discover the meaning of life...catch a shark...kick Mcgee's butt at some video games... what is this ?"

Tony looked nostalgic and answered:

-"this, my dear, is what we call a bucket list. It's a list of things that I want to do before I am too old"

He grabbed the piece of paper and started reading it:

-"ah look, I can remove some of those: like "date a bond girl" he smirked at Ziva and continued "I have found my bond girl"

Ziva smiled and took the paper from Tony's hands. She started reading it:

-"learn to play the bass, experience a Wonder of the world (besides Gibbs), create DiNozzo coat of arms..."

After a few seconds she glanced back at Tony and whispered:

-"number 26: tell her ?"

She looked at Tony with a questioning and amused look. He smiled charmingly and said:

-"I guess we can remove that one too"

Tony, Ziva, Tali and Adam where all gathered in the kitchen for diner. Tony was taking care of Adam. Ziva was trying to explain to Tali that no she could not put a dress on Adam and play with him like he is one of her doll even though she promised to be extra careful.

Tony tried to hide his smile but he couldn't resist and quietly laughed. Ziva frowned to him:

-"don't laugh, this comes from the DiNozzo's genes not the David's"

Tony turned to her, shocked:

-"oh really ??"

-"yes, this can only be the result of your troubled genes"

-"oh excuse me "miss flawless genes" I haven't realized that my genes had been really disturbing you the last time I checked"

He pointed at Adam, meaning that even thought his genes were supposedly a problem, she still agreed to have another child with those same genes. Ziva smiled, she loved when they were arguing like children, it was dragging her back into the bullpen years ago and he obviously loved that too. It was amazing how things hasn't changed between them. They were still Tony and Ziva, fighting like children, flirting like teenagers and protecting each other like siblings.

Tony was about to continue when Adam regurgitate his food. Tony turned back to him and sighed. Tony looked back at Ziva and quietly said:

-"I guess this comes from my genes too ?"

An amused smile spread on her face and she moved to get a towel. She stopped next to Tony, kissed him softly and whispered: "I love your genes"

The diner resumed and once Tali was busy eating her dessert Ziva said to Tony:

-"I had my appointment today.."

Tony answered without really realizing what she actually meant:

-"oh yeah your appointment how did it go ?"

Ziva smiled, he clearly had no idea what she meant. She insisted:

-"Tony... my six weeks appointment..."

Tony was about to take a bite in his dessert when it strikes him. He stopped his movement, his mouth opened with his dessert right in front of it:

-"six weeks like ? Six weeks ?"

Ziva smiled at this codename use and nodded:

-"yeah six weeks is over"

Tony left the piece of cake fall into his plate and said to Tali:

-"Alright chipmunks it's bedtime, kiss your mom and your brother and go brush your teeth"

Tali complained that she wanted to stay and watch a movie but Tony argued that there was no movie on school night and he kept for himself that he actually had something else in mind than watching movies. Ziva grabbed Adam who was already falling asleep and walked to his bedroom.

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