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nerd-at-sea5 · 2 years

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mad max

alternate title, i read ‘runaway max’ and is experiencing feelings-

other alt title, max getting into a fight -> max going to a safe place -> safe place is not so safe -> oh fuck.

I GOT MY GENDER HCS

they/them robin and max, he/they jonathan, he/him steve, they/she el, canon everyone else

cw-abuse, suicidal ideation, blood, suicide, drug addiction, alcoholism

seriously. this is dark.

max’s back hit the doorway as they tripped backwards, trying their best to flatten themself against it as they watched-frozen, while neil slid off his belt and wrapped it around his hand.

they watched their mother’s mouth thin, stepping away into the kitchen, watched billy on the floor with a cut lip and red cheek.

it felt like all their emotions were draining out of their body as they saw the belt come down, hit after hit after hit after hit.

only when billy was shaking on the floor in a small pool of his own blood did max feel their legs again, stumbling backwards onto the floor and racing up the stairs on their hands and knees before crawling into their room and sobbing.

sobbing until they couldn’t anymore because their throat was raw and their face was red, until their pillows were soaked, until their eyes and nose were puffy.

until max felt so drained of everything, emotion, tears, will to fight back-that they just lie there, wishing for something to be poured into them, to fill them up a little bit.

that was just under two years ago.

today, nancy dropped them off with a concerned look and a warm hug before heading back to robin’s house.

today, max was home after dark, and was praying-even if they thought religion was stupid-that neil and their mother were both asleep.

they reached the second to last stair before the bedroom door opened and he stepped out.

max scrambled back down the stairs and balled their fists.

“get back up here.”

they stood, shaking ever so slightly. “no.”

“what did you say to me?”

“i-i said no. you’re not my dad.”

neil stalked down the stairs, ending right next to max and coming so close that they could smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath.

“say that again.”

ever so slowly, a little bit of rage dripped onto max.

“i said you’re not my goddamn father, neil.” saying it out loud felt like invisible forces were shoving him back-even if he didn’t move.

then it felt like slow motion, watching his fist pull back and then get bigger and bigger until max’s right cheek erupted in pain, the force sending them back into the wall as another blow came.

all control left, the rage poured into max, filling and overflowing them with red hot fire and fury.

kicking out franticly with their legs, a flashback to lucas’ knee digging into billy’s groin as max’s red sneakers slammed into neil’s, watching him fall over and yell, bounding over him and into their room-slamming the lock shut.

max dropped to their stomach, wiping blood from their eyebrow-maybe nose, maybe both-they couldn’t tell-and grabbed their backpack from under the bed, throwing in a first aid kit and skate kit, other essentials throwing it in-comics, favorite books-walkman and tapes.

they were struggling to open the window when the banging started-fear replaced anger, as if it froze in a flash, holding their skateboard like a sword, hearing the splintering of wood and their mother’s scared tone-it all made max want to curl up and die. curl up and never be seen again.

there was a crack, and neil fell through the door, screaming curses. max yelled, slammed their board into the window as it cracked and-without looking down or hesitating, jumped out.

they could feel their pants rip in the knee when they landed, knew that their arm was bleeding badly, and while wiping their now bleeding nose and eyebrow and they ran, slinging their backpack over their shoulder and skating away as fast as possible-max thanked adrenaline. thank god they didn’t feel pain yet.

robin was closest-just 4 blocks to the video store, and another 3 to robin.

almost there. almost-

“ROBIN-! ROBIN HELP!!”

max screamed, still three houses away, now running with their skateboard, pounding on robin’s front door-falling through when steve opened it, laying on their back while jonathen’s jaw dropped above them.

“holy shit.”

max closed their eyes chest heaving while the boys took in their injuries, “can i stay here for the night?”

they woke up two hours later on robin’s couch, nancy wheeler sitting next to them holding a needle, “hey i just finished, take it easy ok?”

max nodded slowly, taking note of the hushed whispers coming from robin and steve in the room over, the dull twinge in their ribs, right leg, left arm, and the right side of their face.

“thanks, nancy...”

the older girl gave max a soft smile, “how did this happen?”

max let out their breath, and nancy listened-her face a mask of calm, arm never leaving max’s shoulder.

“you’re not going back there. ever. ok?”

“thank you.” and a small smile dug it’s way up to max’s face.

and so they got the couch-dubbed theirs by robin and the little sign they put up as a joke-an attempt to make max smile.

the party came round soon enough, bursting through the door-with mike and nancy’s parents out on a date and joyce working late, robin suggested her house.

el was the first to notice, plopping themself next to max and pressing a kiss to their cheek.

lucas was second, “why is max here?”

steve rubbed the back of his neck and max swallowed dryly, “well. they...uh. because they can, it’s no biggie.”

he raised an eyebrow as will sat down and opened his book, now mike joining in, to the plummet of max’s stomach, “why? it’s not fair-robin’s house is cooler because their parents are never home, so why can’t we stay here all the time.”

they watched robin’s eye flick to their girlfriend as nancy sighed, jerking her head slightly ‘look, he’s a dick-i’m sorry.’ “max is special privileges now, ‘kay nerd?”

dustin snicked, and mike’s face turned red, now glaring at max.

“what makes you so special now?”

some part of max wished he would shup up on his own, they knew he’d never really liked them, but god could mike wheeler shut his fucking mouth for one goddamn second?

“doesn't matter.” came the reply with a shrug, standing up to the disappointed sign of eleven as her head slipped off max’s shoulder. “sorry.”

“yeah, it does matter. why are you the favorite? it’s bullshit.”

nancy groaned, “mike, lay off ok?”

he wheeled on his sister, “no! just ‘cause you hang around here all the time doesn't mean that they can-it’s just unfair. max gets special shit all the time. robin’s always giving them tapes for free-steve with ice cream, i’m sick of it! why don’t we all get it the same?”

max’s fists clenched from being the couch, what the hell gave him the right to question it?

will put his book down, and dustin put a hand on mike’s shoulder, “dude, c’mon it’s not a big deal.”

lucas shrugged, “i’m curious as well but really. leave them alone.”

mike glared at them, “go on-what makes you so special. and don’t say your brother kicking it.”

and that’s when the bucket cracked, and all of it-every last drop came spilling onto max, running into them, heating them-they heard static and saw blurry-like crying but without the water.

until they heard billy’s voice blasting in their ears. “mad max. all right, then.”

they swung at mike. hit him in the left eye and sent him down to his butt-it felt good. great even.

“i’m so fucking special huh? special that my step-dad hits me? or that every cent i get is taken so yeah, i get free stuff-stuff that steve uses from his salary to pay for, and robin too. i’m not fucking special, mike. i’m at the end of my rope. and i don’t even have enough of it left to make a proper goddamn noose if i wanted to-which, fuck-i really do want right now!”

max grabbed his collar, the sounds of everyone’s protests droned out in the static. raising their fist again, “so fuck you.”

robin’s voice cut through, “MAX.”

and they froze, not out of choice, but out of force. looking up wildly as their vision tunneled to eleven, blood slowly trickling down her face, hand extended as max was frozen in place.

their chest constricted, “lemme go!”

the other shook their head, “i can’t.”

max fought as hard as they could, willing every inch of their body to move, to change to shift-but still. nothing.

“el-please.” their voice breaking, pleading desperately-was it that everyone they loved destined to hurt them?

their father left, turned to drugs and drinks-mother only a shell of who she once was, billy with his fists and harsh words-and now.

now eleven standing in front of them, lucas’s panicked face matched with dustin as the two boys moved out of view. will next to el, hand on shoulder-maybe encouragement or disappointment max could not tell.

and will, bloody on their feet, steve and nancy with him. jonathan out of view, robin next to max-concern and worry.

“lemme go-el!”

“what happens...?”

“i don’t know!” max yelled, pain rushing through them, “i don’t-just please let go of me-i thought you actually cared about me and wouldn’t try to hurt me the moment i fuck up! please!”

the redhead watched her face falter, felt the sting of wood on their knees, watched eleven move forward-before max turned and ran to the stairs, scaling them two at a time, crawling out of robin’s bedroom window onto the roof and running to the edge, staring at the rocks below.

go, go, go, go. the mantra repeating over and over in their head, urging them to move-goddamnit jump you’ve done it a thousand times.

“MAX STOP-” was robin’s panicked and pleading voice, as max turning-already falling.

“no, no-SHIT. NANCY, STEVE-help. max.... max it’s ok just a secon-.”

dark.

#max mayfield #eleven hopper #robin buckley #steve harrington #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #elmax #ronance #stonathan #el x max #max x el #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #stranger things #gay in space writes #aven writes

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folkreid · 3 years

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what if they don’t like me

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT IN NO WAY AM I TRYING TO MAKE JJ SEEM LIKE A BAD PERSON OR ANYTHIJG I LOVE HER

Today's the day! I'm so excited. I'll be meeting Spencer's team. We've been dating for almost eight months, the team barley found out about me. Spencer wanted our relationship to be private, he said if the team found out about me they would ask too many questions.

I'm so excited to meet them! I can not wait. I met his mother maybe four months ago. She was lovely.

I finish off my makeup with some lipstick. Okay I look good. Right amount of cleavage, right amount of makeup. My heels aren't to high which is really good, I could hardly walk in them.

Spencer comes from behind me wrapping his arms around me. "You ready my love?" he asks putting his head on my shoulder. "Yeah I am" I reply with a sigh. "What's wrong babe?" he asks noticing my dreary mood. "What if they don't like me?" I look at the mirror, looking at him. He kissed my temple. "They're going to love you" he whispered.

I nod. "Okay i'm ready". He grabs my coat handing it to me, I put it on over my dress. He holds my hand as we walk to his car together. He opens my door, I sit down and he closes it for me.

The drive is mainly silent besides the radio. I hum along to the song that was playing trying to relax my nerves. "Why are you bouncing your leg?" he puts his hand over mine that was on my thigh.

I didn't even notice I was doing that. "I don't know"

He squeezed my hand. "Are you still nervous?" he asks looking over at me for a second. "Kind of, what if they question us because of my age"

Spencer and I were 10 years apart. He is 30 and i'm 20. We've gotten a lot of negative responses about our age gap. Mainly from my family. My mom didn't approve. My sister said I was dating him because he was older and I needed male validation since my dad wasn't in my life. Why are they so terrible. I'm happy with Spencer, I don't care how old he is.

"Hey, I don't care what they think of us, i'm happy alright" I nod slowly.

We arrive to the house. Woah it's a really big house. Spencer said the house was big. I didn't think it would be a mansion though.

Spencer comes over to me and opens my door.

I get out and hold his hand. I feel myself getting nervous. I have some issues with being around people. I get social anxiety pretty badly. I don't go out anymore, last time I went out to eat in public I had a panic attack.

We walk to the front door of the house.

Spencer knocks on the door, we wait for someone to answer. An older man answers. I'm guessing the owner of this house. "Spencer you're here!" the man smiles giving him a hug. I stand there awkwardly. "Uh Rossi this is Y/n, my girlfriend" he introduced me. I wave to him. "You don't shake hands either ?" he asked. I do shake hands but I usually feel really uncomfortable being touched. "I-I um" I stutter. "She does but she gets kind of uncomfortable with people she just met" Spencer explains. Rossi nods and welcomes me in. "Come in Y/n" he smiles.

I walk in and see two other men and three women. One of them was very colorful. Penelope I presume. Spencer leads me to the group. "Guys this is my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n this is Hotch, JJ, Derek, Emily, and Penelope" both Emily and JJ give me weird looks. Penelope runs over to me and hugs me. "Oh my god! I've been so excited to meet you" she squeals. I look over to Spencer feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Garcia, Y/n isn't really fond of touch" he tells her. Penelope pulls away looking sorry. "I am so sorry angel" she says. "No it's totally fine" I whisper, they could hardly hear me. My parents used to scream at me about not talking loud enough.

"Okay well let's eat" Rossi says. I sat down at the end of the table, Spencer to my right and no one on my left. We begin to eat, I slightly here JJ and Emily whispering. I hear them say my name. I begin shifting in my seat. Spencer noticed and holds my hand under the table doing the dumb thing. "You okay love?" he whispers. "Yeah I um, I just need to use the restroom" I tell him. He nods. "I'm going to show Y/n the restroom" he excuses us.

"Here it is babe" he says. "You want me to wait for you?" he asked me. "No it's fine Spencer" he nods and heads back to the table.

I sit on the corner of the bath tub with my face in my hands. I just need to calm down. Breathe in and out. In and out. I feel myself calm down after about three minutes. I go look into the mirror. Do I look like I cried? No okay good.

I step out, I stop at the corner when I hear my name mentioned. "How old is Y/n" I look over the wall to see JJ asking about my age. "She's twenty" he casually says. I adore him. He's never made me feel bad for being younger, or not being as smart as him. "Spencer that's a child" Derek told him.

I walk out to the table. "I'm not a child" I say. They all look over to me. I take my seat next to Spencer. "I would never take advantage of someone younger than me" Spencer says. "Spencer we know but she's so young" Emily comments.

"I'm right here you don't have to refer as me as she" I sternly say. Hotch, Penelope and Rossi just watch this unfold. JJ rolls her eyes at me. "Okay well Y/n, why are you dating such and older guy, if you aren't dating guys you're age theres a reason why" Derek said to me.

"I um- I don't care if Spencer is two years older or twenty years older, i'm happy with him the age doesn't matter" I say holding Spencer's hand. "Are you sure it's not to maybe make you feel better" the blonde said. "What are you implying" Spencer snaps.

"That she has daddy issues and you're just there to fill that whole in her heart" Emily continued off of JJ's comment. "I think if they're happy we should leave them alone" Penelope speaks for the first time since the conversation started. "Yeah but he should be happy with someone his own age" JJ said. I get up and walk outside.

I sit on the curb crying into my knees. "Y/n" I hear a voice perk. I look over my shoulder to see Penelope. "Y/n come back inside please, we don't want anything to happen to you" she says implying to the fact that it was dark outside and there were suspicious men on the news around this area.

"Maybe you don't want me to get hurt, the others hate me" I cry into my shirt. "Please just come inside". I give in and walk back into the house.

"You guys made her cry! For what?! Just because she's younger than me!" I see Spencer yell at the three who were questioning me. Hotch and Rossi were in the back having some drinks.

"Spence" JJ starts. "No I don't want to hear it Jennifer!" he storms my way grabbing my hand and pulling me to the car. "Goodbye Y/n" Penelope called from the front of the house. I look back and give her a quick wave.

I get into the car and Spencer starts driving. He was gripping the stealing wheel hard. He was mad. "Spence?" I whisper. He hummed in response. "Are you mad at me?" he looks over to me the second those words left my mouth. He puts his hand on my thighs stroking it gently. "Of course not my love, i'm mad at them" he gently told me. I nod. "So now what?" I ask. "Now we just ignore what they have to say. I'm never going to leave you, I love you so much" he smiles. "I love you too" I hold his hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. "I'm fine, I liked the way you yelled at them" I slightly giggled. He smiled. "I will yell at anyone any day to defend you" he reaches over and kisses me. We were at a red light.

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THE NEXT MORNING

I hear talking in the kitchen, I wonder who it is. I go over and peek over the corner. It was Spencer and JJ. "I'm sorry for saying shit to your girlfriend Spence" she apologizes. Spencer just takes a sip of his water. "The truth is, I guess I was a little jealous" she laughs. He choked on his water. "J-Jealous?" he asked.

She nods and slightly laughed. "Spencer, I love you, like more than a friend love you" she confess. I feel my self get sick to my stomach. He told me when he was younger he had a crush on her. What if old feelings come back. I rush to the restroom and vomit into the toilet.

I hear footsteps rush to me. "Are you okay" Spencer acts. I slightly sob, i've always hated throwing up. I look up at Spencer and JJ was standing next to him with her hand on his arm. "I'm fine" I mumble. They both stand their for a moment. "Can you guys get out please!" I snap at them. They leave and I brush my teeth and go back to the kitchen.

"Do you think Y/n is pregnant?" JJ asked Spencer. "No there's no way she is" he sighs. "What if a condom ripped or something" she said touching his arm once again. I don't care if she was trying to comfort him.

"No, she can't be because we've never had sex" he mumbled. Her facial expressions changes to shock. "Oh" she simply says. I clear my throat making them notice me. "Are you okay babe?" he asked. "Yeah i'm fine, JJ weren't you saying something earlier?" I ask. She looks at me confused. "What are you talking about Y/n" she tilts her head. I cross my arms. "Spencer I love you, like more than a friend love you" I mock her voice. She clenched her jaw and looks towards Spencer. "I'm gonna leave" she grabs her things and walks out the door.

"Why did you do that!" he yells at me. "Why are you yelling at me?" I head towards our bedroom. "Talk about what she said, now it's going to be awkward around her!" he screams.

"Well you're the one who was letting her be all up on you! After she said that when you guys came to check up on me she was holding your arm! A-And you used to have feelings for her and you probably still do" I cry.

I see his face soften. "Babe" he starts. I look up at him. "I didn't even realize she was touching me, I was to focused on you" he tells me.

"Really?" I say hopefully. "Yes baby" he hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "I don't have feelings for her, you're the only person I love okay?" I nod.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds imagine #derek morgan #criminal minds #angst

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imagines-mha · 4 years

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League of villains and the type of s/o they need

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Toga, Spinner, Compress, Kurogiri

➟ Did someone say patient??

➟ Before you guys date, be prepared for a LONG, SLOW, AGONISING wait

➟ He’ll push you away 93817 times before even letting you know his favourite colour smh

➟ You'll have to be thick-skinned. He has a tendency of saying things he doesn’t mean to test your ability to put up with him

➟ It wouldn’t be surprising if he tried his best to turn you off him cus he doesn’t believe he deserves ur love :(

➟ Affection is key, but in small doses

➟ When you’re alone and he’s being vulnerable- don’t treat him like he’s weird. Don’t even point it out, just let it happen and he’ll love you forever cus it takes a LOT for him to put down his guard

➟ Run your fingers through his hair, lace your pinky with his- cliché little reminders of your love. Remember how utterly touch-starved he is- the tiniest touches mean everything

➟ Having a motherly nature would be helpful. He forgets to shower, eat, drink water, function, and he’ll really appreciate your gentle reminders as opposed to kurogiri’s nagging ones

➟ Also- he’s a tantrum child with both mommy and daddy issues. You’re gonna need to be there for him when he gets out of hand

➟ Someone like his mother would be ideal for him: soft, understanding, gentle, caring

➢ Yeah ur gonna have to be able to throw a few punches when the time comes

➢ He’s gonna run ur ass deep into the ground with his hard-hitting comments and straight-up insults. And he’ll probably pick a fight with you just to see how your body moves 🙄

➢ He doesn’t rlly mean what he says. He just finds it hot when you get mad

➢ If you’re good at arguing then dam 😳😳 he’s gonna be SHOOK

➢ You gotta like to tease, and like to be teased. He’ll pull your hair while he walks past you, you’ll shove him into the door when he’s not on guard. Simple things, yaknow?

➢ Enemies to lovers; slow burn; 500k

➢ He’s a secret glutton for your touch tho. Has no issue with grabbing your ass in public or dragging you into his room to fuck you whenever he wants. Be spontaneous 🧚🏻‍♀️✨

➢ POSSESSIVE DOE 😳

➢ If he sees you being too friendly with one of the members the league, then good luck bro cus his punishments HURT LIKE A BITCH

➢ Remind him he’s the only one you want- the only one you have eyes for. Then he’ll be satisfied

➟ please give him your heart. All of it.

➟ He’ll nourish it and water it and care for it like he’s never done with anything else before

➟ Boy has got so much love to give and he wants to give it ALL to you

➟ Someone spontaneous would suit him well. He’s excitable, and operates on a lot of last minute decisions. If you’re regulated with schedules and times, he’s not the guy for you

➟ You gotta be versatile. Able to take high ass doses of energy one second and snarky comments the next

➟ Also thick-skinned. If he splits and calls you a bitch, he doesn’t mean it. It hurts but you gotta understand it- plus he’ll make up for it with thousands of apologies afterwards

➟ Someone who can take a LOT of affection and PDA. If he’s in the same room as you, you can bet your ass he’s gonna be HOLLERING about how much he loves you. His hands will NEVER stop touching you when you’re together in public

➟ He’s so soft. Listen to him bro. Like hear his struggles and trace your fingers over his scars and tell him all he means to you

➟ He’s a baby when it comes to comfort man he just wants someone to hold him

➢ Oh my god DUDE you have got to have SO MUCH SKILL

➢ She’s a problem child at best. If you ain’t gonna at least guide her in the direction of right and wrong, you and your family might end up dead

➢ Just a reminder of her love

➢ Sometimes you gotta talk to her like she’s a child to make her understand. Her moral compass was blown to bits years ago- she’s gonna need someone firm

➢ But also someone who can handle her extent

➢ She’s very forward- and she’ll probably try to take your blood more than you’d probably want her to

➢ But once you tame her, she’s a cutie

➢ Talks a lot calmer with you- and seems a hell of a lot more human than before

➢ She’s really good at listening to you, and even better at taking you into her arms and treating you like you’re the most important thing in the entire world

➢ because to her, u are 🥺

➢ When she chills out, falling in love with her is as easy as pie

➟ Someone NON JUDGEMENTAL.

➟ He genuinely doesn't believe he deserves love. Like ik it’s emo but he’s been thru some shit and he thinks he’s gonna die alone

➟ u gonna need to prove him wrong

➟ Any kind of affection makes him red in the face and dizzy. With that in mind, give him all the affection you have

➟ You gotta be clean too cus his room is a MESS and he’s gonna need the reminders and help fixing it up

➟ Same interests would be nice, or at least have an understanding for gaming and why he loves it sm

➟ If you’re a girl who plays grand theft auto tho,,, he’s 😳 simping respectfully

➟ But fr you gotta treat this man like he’s the cutest guy in the world. He’s flustered as fuck, but he has SO much love in him

➟ You gotta have some level of maturity. He has no time for lackadaisy, over-bubbly girls who are never sad

➟ Show him your depth and then he’ll knock down his walls

➢ Can you handle a tease??

➢ God i fuckin hope you can cus this man is RELENTLESS

➢ You gotta have some level of class like let’s not lie

➢ If you’re well-versed in poetry, got that dark academia aesthetic goin on, read a lot- he’ll FALL SO HARD

➢ he just wants that live-mysteriously-in-the-woods-with-my-lady aesthetic

➢ Act surprised and impressed when he graces you with his magic tricks. He’ll want to show you first, since your acceptance is his top priority so u better act like one direction has reunited to give you a personal bedroom concert u hear me x

➢ You gotta be a romantic. Man’s gonna perform the most GRANDIOSE expressions of love

➢ Kissing your knuckles, dipping you into his arms, bridal style carrying you everywhere, cheesy old-fashioned pet names???? Atsuhiro has GOT it

➢ And he loves to hear it all back

➢ He’s a dad, too. And he wants a girl who is motherly. It may sound traditional, but if you know how to cook and clean etc like a housewife, he’ll be swooning

➟ Oh my god you have got to be delicate. And you have to be okay with being babied

➟ He’s a quiet man with a hell of a lot of strength. He does manage the entire league of problematic kids after all

➟ If you’re mature like he is with a romantic side, he’ll be drawn to you so fast like SNAP. U got his whispy heart beating

➟ But also- be a little carefree yakno like he loves to relax as much as the next genetically modified ex-hero-in-training rip shirakumo

➟ Loves the type of girl who’s unafraid to be truly romantic. Slowdance with him in the bar at 3am and he’ll believe his entire life is worth living

➟ Also pls support him when he cracks his dad jokes 😭 ik theyre terrible but he needs the love smh 😔

➟ He’ll ask if you want to go mountain climbing and oh my god SAY YES HE’LL MELT

➟ If you’re good at tending to the league (whether it’s by being a good listener or patching them up after fights) he’ll be more attracted to you. The league are his greatest treasures, and you being friendly with them will only make his love for you grow

#my hero academia #bnha #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #dabi mha #twice mha #jin bubaigawara #toga himiko #mr compress #kurogiri #spinner mha #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #toga x reader #headcanons

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maybe-your-left · 3 years

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GETTING CAUGHT HAVING SEX BY PARENTS WITH EITHER SACKLER OR ALTMAN!💖🥰

MY ANGEL, I LOVE YOU😘😘😘😘

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE KITTEN.

PHILLIP ALTMAN

“I can’t believe we have to sleep in the basement...”

You patted Phillip's shoulder, handing him a pile of blankets with a small smile, “It's okay, your sister needed to use your bedroom and we’ll be okay down here.”

“But,” Phillip tossed the blankets down before wrapping you in his arms. Softly swaying you as you both stood, “I really wanted to make you squirt in my teenage bedroom.”

“Phil!” you swatted him, trying to push away.

“I know, I’m ashamed... but you look so pretty when you do.”

You cocked a brow, eyes darting towards the fold-out bed and then up to Phillip's face. His eyebrows shot up, mouth making an ‘o’, “You dirty minx, you want me to make you squirt here? In my family basement? Next to the laundry?”

“I guess we would have easier cleanup.”

Phillip threw you to the bed, already yanking your leggings down to your ankles before pinning your legs to your chest. Your pussy lifted in the air, right under his chin as he rubbed his beard into your clit. Scratching the sensitive nub, making it twitch in pleasure. You let out a soft yip, hugging your ankles tighter with anticipation. Phillips tongue darted out, licking from your cunt to clit, flicking it over and over as it stiffened more and more. “Philly,” whimpered, bottom lip trembling as he lapped at you over and over.

“What is it? Does my minx want something?”

You nodded, spreading your legs enough for your face to pop out for him. Clenching in his face for you to notice how eager for him to shove anything into you. Phillip nodded in understanding, “Keep your legs up,” he demanded. Pulling off the bed to abandon his shoes before losing his belt. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up before smacking the outside of both your thighs. Watching the supple flesh jiggle before he gripped them tightly and rocked your body towards him. A hand flew to his zipper, yanking it down to pull out his hard cock. Phillip placed a forearm across the back of your thighs, pulling one of your hands to wrap around his girth.

“Play with me, play with your favorite toy minx.”

Your hand squeezed his base, his knees moving his body closer to your hand as he spat on your pussy. Without warning Phillip shoved two fingers until you, hooking them to immediately attack your special bundle of nerves on your front wall. Pulling a wail from your throat in response, your hand stroking him harshly. Your walls began clenching over and over as he fingered you, faster than he ever had. You took in the sight of him, focusing so hard on making you cum. His bicep bulging out of his shirt, his forearm clenched on your legs. The vein on the side of his neck straining against his skin, his soft mouth was popped open in awe as your pussy opened for him. Allowing him to worm in a third finger, “You’re so good for me, you’d do anything to make me happy wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! Phil!” you slipped your fist on his tip over and over. Squeezing over and over as you passed the ridge, gathering his precum and gliding it along his length. Phillip groaned at you, eyes momentarily closing in bliss as his fingers let up. You whined at the loss, bucking as much as you could in your current position.

“You know what would make me so fucking happy?”

You shook your head.

“If you squirted,” he fucked into you fast and hard, your slick gushing out of you as he moaned. “Want you to soak my sleeve, can you do that for me? I can feel how bad you want to.”

“Ah! Please, just a little more!”

Phillip nodded at you, moving his free hand to press into your folded lower abdomen. Applying just enough pressure for you to crack, convulsing in his grip as you wailed. Pussy squirting over and over along him, just as he asked for, your cum running down his forearm as he looked at you in awe.

“Again baby.”

You cried, body aching but you couldn’t stop yourself. His fingers wouldn’t stop fucking into you to stop you from cumming again. You brought a hand up to gather some of your spend, clicking it along his length as you tried to give him a hand job while he made you fountain for him. Phillip groaned, wrapping his lips around your clit in appreciation. Moaning as he tasted your cum, easing one finger out of you, softly petting your walls with his middle and forefinger.

You were drunk on him, eyes lazily opening as you stared at the stairs to your left. Breath catching in your throat when you saw Phillip’s mom momentarily stalled in the middle of the stairs.

“I heard commotion, but I see you both are just fine...”

“Mommy!” Phillip cried, his palm trying to cover your sex from his therapist mom’s eyes, “Announce yourself next time!”

She pranced back up the stairs, yelling over her shoulder before the door shut.

“Like you could hear me over her screams!”

ADAM SACKLER

“Hey,” you snapped in Adam’s face, “You need to be good today. This is your first impression, and they weren’t thrilled when you made sex noises the other day while I was on the phone.”

“Your sister laughed. I heard her.”

You rolled your eyes as you straightened the collar on his shirt. He looked ridiculous, you had dressed him in some nice pants and a button-up, something he didn’t even own until 24 hours ago. He was much too big for normal shirt sizes at the store, his biceps looked like they were going to explode out at any moment. And the pants left little to the imagination, thank god you found dark slacks so his bulge wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye. But your parents were taking you and Adam to a nice restaurant before going back to the house for dessert. He scratched at his neck after you finished, whining when you swatted his hands away. “Fuck, I can’t breathe,” Adam cried, “I look like I mugged a bellboy and stole his clothes.”

“You look very responsible baby,” you kissed his cheek before walking to the front door, grabbing your clutch and opening the front door. “Let's go, before you rip that shirt.”

Your parents were civil at dinner, asking Adam questions about his theater work and woodworking. About hobbies and interests outside of his main focus, where he was from, other nosey questions that he handled like a champ. If it weren’t for the flashcard training you made him go through the past week he probably would’ve gone on a personal tangent about his personal opinions on the salad your dad chose to eat but he knew you wanted him to make a good impression. You were so proud of him, holding his hand under the table and squeezing it when he made a smart joke, or made your mom blush when he gave her a slightly offhand compliment. By the end of it, you could tell he was drained from being personable, his trademark smile was fading as it dragged on. Finally your parents paid the bill and asked you both to follow them home.

Adam let out a big groan when he got into the car, throwing his face towards you as he sighed, “Kid, that was exhausting. This shirt is so uncomfortable and I couldn’t touch you under the table the entire time because your dad was watching me like a hawk.”

“You did so well,” you grabbed his cheeks and gave him a big kiss. Lingering long enough for him to relax into you, humming as your lips worked over one another. Softly tasting each other, Adam’s tongue briefly licked into your mouth, forcing your jaw to open enough to take him. A warm palm slid to your bare thigh, peaking through the slit in your dress. A deep groan sounded into your mouths as he whispered on your lips, “And you looked so good, it took everything in me to devour you. So soft, all for me.”

You smiled, nudging his hand away, “Come on, they are going to be mad if we're late.”

Dessert was quick, all of you flooding into the den where your parents told stories about their college years and courtship. You could tell Adam was checked out, focusing on you more than anything else. After a few glasses of wine, you were feeling flush, turning your attention to your handsome man. Watching you with total admiration and devotion, you wanted to eat him up. And you found that you couldn’t wait to get home.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the room, slowly sauntering away. Letting your hips sway just a little too much, but you knew your parents didn’t notice. They were too into whatever they were talking about to see you and Adam eye-fucking each other. As you turned the corner, you heard Adam excuse himself to the kitchen to get some water, your parents paying him no mind either. The two of your locked eyes, Adam’s completely black as they raked up and down your figure. You gave him a big smile before running up the stairs, Adam's footsteps following close behind.

The door to your childhood bedroom was soon shut as softly as possible before Adam had you pinned to the mattress. Facedown as you giggled at him, hands fisting the sheets as you heard him fall to his knees behind you, his large hands pushing your skirt above your hips.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Adam groaned, pulling your panties to the side before he shoved his mouth to your folds. Licking deep through them, tasting every inch of your flesh. His thumbs hooked into you, prying you apart so he could look in awe, “Fucking best cunt ever, been teasing me with it all night. Not letting me fuck it before we left.”

You moaned when he dove in again, strong tongue fucking in and out of your entrance. Slurping up your slick that poured into his mouth, filling the room with the sound of your excited sex. You rocked your hips back into him, mouthing at the sheets as he groaned into you, “Coulda filled you with my cum, made you sit in it all night.”

“Sackler...”

“You want like that? Having to sit across from your dad full of my cum? He’d be so disappointed in what a filthy slut you are.”

Adm smacked your thigh, a little too loud, before standing up. He ran his hands across your ass, gripping and bouncing your cheeks as he ground his slacks into you. “M gonna fuck you, right here. Make them hear you and all the pretty noises you make for me.”

“Please,” your voice broke as you looked back at him. Your mascara slightly clumping from the tears that were building from the teasing. “Give me your cum, wanna feel it deep inside me. Please Sackler.”

His zipper was pulled down, yanking his slacks down mid-thigh while he fished his cock out. Lewdly smacking it on your cheeks to leave a smear of precum, slipping it between your legs as fucking your clit a few times. “You gonna show me? How deep I can bury my cum inside your little cunt?”

You clenched in anticipation, his head at your entrance as you nodded, “I’ll show you, baby, want your cum.”

Adam growled as he pushed in, seating himself to the hilt. Cock head rubbing your cervix before he pulled back, beginning to thrust wildly into you without abandon. Both of you creating a symphony of moans, bare skin slapping against one another as you gushed around him. Adam laughed as he fucked you, “Fuckin’ tight cunt, always so wet for me. You like me fucking you here, letting your family know what a slut-.”

The door creaked open, both of you freezing, Adam’s cock buried inside you as your mom’s head popped in.

“Hey, sweetie, letting you know we’re headed to b-Oh my god!”

“Mom!”

She squealed again, eyes darting back and forth between Adams sweaty smile and your fucked out face. She slapped a palm over her eyes, backing out of the room, “I’m sorry! I should’ve knocked-oh my- we’re going to bed!”

You heard her footsteps scurry away, leaving the door slightly ajar in her haste. Adam laughed, thrusting into you harshly as he smacked your ass, “They are never going to forgive me for this.”

You giggled at him, bouncing back, desperate to finish. Adam groaned as you clenched around him, canting his hips harder into you. Pounding your cervix with each thrust, he bent over your body. Chest flush with your back as he licked your ear, “Too bad it wasn’t your dad.”

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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I love your writing so much! Yandere Todoroki reacting to his darling seeing his darling in a crowd after she escaped from him years ago and what he does?

I really do love this trope, even if I might’ve been a little loose with the prompt. Still, when I’m given an opportunity to write a Soft!Shoto, I will take it gladly. I think I just miss this AU, too.

TW: Re-Kidnapping, Abuse of Power, Implied Past Abuse/Sexual Assult, and Breaking/Entering.

Half a decade. You’d been gone for half a decade.

Shoto couldn’t believe it, not really, even as he sat in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar apartment, situated in a neighborhood much too sketchy for his comfort. He knew you didn’t want to be a Hero, only a few of the General Studies students did, but he hadn’t expected you to disappear hours after graduation, hours after he’d… popped the question, to put it bluntly. He knew your relationship hadn’t been the most stable, but it was still a relationship, one that’d been ripped away from him much too quickly when you fled. He’d been mad, angry, wrathful, but that was years ago, now.

In all honesty, he was just glad to have you back. Even if you weren’t technically back just yet.

He’d saw you by mistake, in the background of a newscast Midoryia had asked him to watch. It was just a second, but he was able to find which city you were staying in, and from there, your new address. Just thinking about it made Shoto smile, the grin broadening as he heard you come in, the front door unlocking before creaking open. Your voice was immediate, wordless but so pacifying, Shoto suddenly finding himself tempted to melt into your bed, to hold you and kiss you and surround himself with you, if only because he could, now. It was all Shoto could do to wait for you, fists balled and attention focused on the wooden floor. So preoccupied with his own self-control, he hardly even noticed when you found him.

You didn’t seem to carry a similar distraction, though, freezing in the open threshold as soon as you stepped into your bedroom. The bag you were holding fell, crashing to the floor and falling open, and for a moment, you just… stared, lips parted and eyes wide, never leaving Shoto. He watched on, letting you break the silence. He couldn’t wait to hear how happy you were to see him.

And yet, your words didn’t reflect the same joy he knew you felt. “Leave,” You greeted, never giving him anything more than a harsh glare and crossed arms. “Get out of my house, or I’m calling the fucking cops.”

At that, Shoto couldn’t help but let his smile waver. Shouldn’t you be relieved? “Honey, aren’t you--”

“I don’t care.” There was no inflection, no fear or joy or feeling, only plain words and a step forward, the bag remaining sprawled out and unattended to. You stepped past him easily, not sparing a glance as you busied yourself with something on the nearby dresser, if only to avoid looking at your fiance. Shoto couldn’t help but feel offended, but he stopped himself from following you. He wouldn’t have changed at all, if he just smothered you like he used to. “I’m not going to say it again. Leave, or I’ll make you leave. Even you can’t get away with breaking and entering.”

The room went quiet as soon as the words left your mouth. It was a tense silence, palpable and thick, with you unwilling to continue and Shoto unsure of what to say. He did want to reach out to you, to remind you that he loved you and how much he wanted to love you again, but it was discouraging, how you seemed to flinch away at every little movement. He opened his mouth, but neither of you ended up breaking the stillness.

Instead, a small form poked around the open door, a head of pink hair emerging and catching Shoto off-guard. “I can’t find my… Who are you, mister?”

It was a child, a toddler, really, no more than four or five. A mop of diluted, rose-colored hair hung a little too long, partially covering eyes that looked far too similar to yours, and Shoto’s bliss was instantly renewed. The conversation was abandoned as Shoto turned, leaving you to your tantrum as he knelt in front of the boy. “I’m a Hero,” He started, as much kindness as he could summon. “(Y/n) is a… friend, to me. And you?”

“Sota.” A small hand extended for a handshake, but you took action before the interaction could go any further. The way you pulled him away, placing yourself between Shoto and the boy… it was so protective, Shoto’s heart skipped a beat from the sight alone. It must’ve been obvious, because your glare was sharpened in a second, the child catching on as he hid behind your legs. “Honey, go find Sute. I need a minute alone with my friend.”

With that, ‘Sota’ scampered off, and Shoto brightened. “There’s another?”

“Twins,” You explained, simply, bracing yourself. Shoto couldn’t blame you, not with how reflexively he took you up, his arms wrapping around your waist before you could push him away. He lifted you off the ground easily, spinning and beaming as you dug your nails into his arms, but he couldn’t care less. He was a father, a dad, and you were back! You were parents and you were together and nothing was going to seperate the two of you again! Shoto was sure of it, even if you didn’t seem to be. You moved to continue, to go on, but he didn’t let you, too excited to stay quiet.

“I can’t believe this! Is that why you stayed away for so long? You were afraid of what I’d think, weren’t you?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer, dropping you and holding you close, keeping you slotted against him. Like you should’ve been for the past five years. “Twins, too, twins. Have their quirks started to manifest? Do they have quirks? Yours or mine? Fuck it, that doesn’t matter. I’m going to need a bigger--”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

Shoto stopped, blinking. “What?”

“This isn’t your family.” You weren’t yelling, but he could tell you wanted to, something violent bubbling just under your tone. You shoved at his chest, but Shoto didn’t care, only holding you tighter. “I raised them, I am raising them, and I can do it alone. You don’t get to come back and just… control me again. I won’t let you.” There was a pause, and you went stiff, averting your eyes. “They’re my boys. I don’t care if you think you’ve changed, you’re not touching them. No one is.”

Shoto couldn’t help it, his chuckle turning to a laugh as he listened. “This is why you need me,” He said, ignoring the way you scowled. You two would have to talk about your ungratefulness, later. “I’m going to bring you three back to the city, alright? You’ve been working all this time, haven’t you? I’ll fix that. Someone’ll need to stay home with Sota and… the other one.” Again, you moved to complain, but Shoto only cut you off. It wasn’t hard, not when you made your priorities so obvious. “That is, unless you don’t want to be with them? Hiding a Pro-Hero’s kids won’t end well for you, (Y/n), especially with how long you kept this up.”

You went pale, going rigid in his hold. Shoto only smiled, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder. Sota and Sute, a bit taller and less strategic, were back in the doorway, looking on curiously, but Shoto didn’t worry about the pure concern written across their young faces.

He already knew you were going to be the perfect family. You’d be a happy family. A loving family.

Even if it took you a little time to get used to the idea.

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murderousginger · 4 years

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Written In The Streets

Peaky Blinders fic

Cops & Robbers Part 4

Warnings: Sex. Murder. Fluff. Angst. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Words: 3.8k

--Note: Happy Tuesday! I had a 3 day weekend and got excited during a rewatch of Peaky Blinders season 1. This is a little spicier and violent, but it very much is in the realm of the show. Enjoy!--

Tagging: @imagine-that-100 @blinder-secrets @rae-you-gotta-be-kidding-me @theshelbyclan @peakascum @sweatydragoncloudknight

It was midday and you were busy about the house when a knock came upon your door. You paused, listening hard before you moved toward it. You hadn't been expecting anyone. You paused at the door, staring hard at it before you finally unlocked it and opened it a crack.

"Come with me," Tommy said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the sliver in your doorway.

"Tommy," you shrieked and fought back but his grip on your wrist was too strong. "at least let me lock the door."

He looked back at you and loosened his grip wordlessly. You turned and grabbed your purse from the hallway and locked the door, turning back to Tommy. He grabbed your hand again, this time with less strength, and led you to his car.

The ride was quiet and thoughts raced through your head. You stole a glance at Tommy, white knuckled and eyes locked on the road ahead of him. You had no way of knowing where he was taking you and you grew more worried the longer it was quiet. You itched to relieve the tension, but you feared it at the same time.

Tommy stopped the car at the side of a bridge over The Cut and got out of the car, rounding it to open your door. He held his hand out for you and you took it without hesitation, stepping out of the car and following him down a set of stairs to the canal. He stopped you a few steps from the bottom and sat you down, looking off at the water, his hand still holding yours. You watched him closely as he nodded out to the canal.

"This," Tommy said as he looked over the water, "is where I come to think sometimes. When it's quiet. When my mind won't be."

You sat quiet, watching his blue eyes scan the horizon. You looked out into the canal, surveying the waterway and the bend up ahead with fresh eyes to try to see what he saw.

"And this," Tommy rumbled, "here, here is how I found you and John."

Your head snapped up to look at him, Tommy's gaze squinting over the water. You ripped your hand from his as if he burnt you. He pointed to the bank a few hundred feet down and nodded.

"You came running into the water there," he said evenly. "Harping at John to turn his back as you threw off your dress."

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. Your head dipped when Tommy finally turned his attention to you.

"Nothing to see in the 2 a.m. black," he said softly before returning his attention to the riverbank and the story. "John turned, I'm guessing. Perhaps not. Your clothes went off, and that's when I realized you were the one occupying our John's nights."

"Our John," you repeated with mirth. "Your John. Esme's John. Not mine."

"He's as much yours as ours," he said. "There's few things he'd choose above you. More he'd fight."

"But he would choose above me," you said.

"Can't have that, can you?" Tommy teased dryly. "Our (Y/N)'s greedy."

"Business before me," you said stiffly. "Blood before me. Not a woman."

"Not a woman," Tommy said. "And when the business keeps the man from your bed? And coppers or Italians pull you from your door because they think they can leverage you from who you're fucking?"

"That life I know," you said softly. "As long as he's honest."

"If you want to work in my organization, you have to make sacrifices," he said.

"All I've made is sacrifices," you retorted with a snort. "Who wants to date a Blinders girl, Tommy? There's always been rumors I'm either carrying a dick or being passed around by you lot. Any men that weren't deterred by that were sure as hell scared of you boys."

"Well," he said with an amused look, "could always have left Polly's rule for search for a husband, if that's what you're after."

"I'm not after a husband, Tommy," you shot back. "My mother detests me I have no close kin, no husband, no love. Blinders are my life."

Tommy reached for your hand again and slowly brushed his thumb along your knuckle.

"You're family, (Y/N)," Tommy said quietly.

"I'm not Shelby," you said. "You may be my boys but I don't belong."

"You'll always belong with us," Tommy said. "It's all about where you want to be."

"And where is it you want me to be, Tommy?" You asked softly.

Tommy let go of your hand with a pat and looked back out to the canal. All moments of softness hidden behind an air of business.

"I want to see what you're made of," he said. "I've paired you with John. Tomorrow you'll go with him to The Yard. Got a man named Wilks that works for us. Word is he's got loose lips on the whiskey. Find out who he told what to."

"You trust me with John?" You said with a raised brow.

"I trust that what's done might be done again," he said evenly. "But I trust he'll watch out for you more than anyone but me."

"Tommy--" you started.

"Go see him in the morning and do the job," Tommy cut you off. "To prove yourself."

"I've already proven myself," you argued. "Years ago."

"You proved yourself to Pol, not me," Tommy said cooly. "Pol's not running things anymore. And if you want to keep your place you'll need to keep up."

"Fine, Tommy," you said with a sigh as you turned back to the canal. "I'll show you my worth."

"I've no doubt you will," he said as he looked over the water.

----

The next morning you got ready in the twilight. You decided on a simple dress and boots and stuffed your pockets with a small knife each. You cursed yourself that you never got around to a gun, but you had never found a good way to conceal one and your shot needed work.

When you were done, you slipped out of your apartment and headed toward John's home. You moved quickly through the streets as the sun rose and the birds started to sing their morning songs. After a few blocks, you looked up to John's house and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

A young girl opened the door and looked up at you expectantly. You nervously smiled.

"'lo," you said, rubbing your sweaty hands along the front of your dress, "is John -- erhm your dad home?"

The girl eyed you shortly before opening the door the rest of the way and walking back to a seat next to a baby in a chair. Nothing was said as she went back to feeding the baby.

"John," you called, hesitating in the doorway before you walked in. "Where are you?"

Kids were all over the kitchen. One of the girls was perched on a stool cooking on the stove, two boys were wrestling on the floor yelling, and of course the baby being fed by the girl that let you in. None of them paid you much mind as you walked through the kitchen and into the other room. You saw a closed door, guessing it was a bedroom.

"John" you yelled and kicked the door with your boot. It gave way much easier than you expected and swung open to reveal the sight before you.

Esme was on top of John, riding him like a prized racehorse. She barely stopped her rhythm as she wrapped the sheet around her more to hide her chest. John lay back grinning with his hands disappeared into the sheet. He laughed as she saw you in the doorway.

"Tommy finally get tired of interrupting us hisself?" Esme said in between breaths.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you were witnessing.

"Oh god--" you exclaimed and turned back around, walking back into the kitchen.

You sat down on the other side of the table from the kids and waited, mouth shut as you tried to look anywhere but the doorway you came from.

A sharp yell of passion erupted from the other room and you bit your lip nervously as you watched the girl at the stove.

"You staying for breakfast?" The girl said, eyeing you as she stirred. You smiled nervously.

"No thank you," you said quietly. "I'm just here to see your father."

Esme appeared in the doorway, still flushed but dressed in a navy flowy dress and shawl, and looked at you with an amused quirk of her lips.

"Here to see John, eh?" She said over the scuffle on the floor as she wrapped the shawl around her shoulders tighter and sat next to the girl feeding the baby.

"Boys, go wrestle elsewhere," Esme said sharply.

They both sounded a "yes mum" as they got off the floor and pushed and shoved each other into the other room.

"Yes," you said as the kitchen quieted. "Tommy sent me. I'm (Y/N). I'm s'pose to go with John to handle business at the dock."

"(Y/N)," Esme said as she looked at you. "His little friend from childhood? I've heard of you. Prettier than I expected, running with Shelby boys for so long."

You blushed and ducked your head with a murmur of thanks.

"You're not one I should worry about, are you?" She said, leaning back in her chair and placing a hand on the table in front of her.

"No," you said with a laugh. "I'm not anyone's second priority. And you and the children are rightfully first."

"Good," Esme said with a small smile. "I think I like you. It'd be a shame to kill you."

"Knives or guns your specialty?" You asked with a grin. "You should have seen this man the other night when I threatened to cut off his balls."

You both laughed, equally relaxing in your seats.

"Is that my favorite girls getting along?" John said as he entered the kitchen while putting on his belt.

John grinned at you as he put his arm around Esme, placing a kiss on her head.

"Mornings are best when started with sex or breakfast," he laughed as he kissed Esme on the lips before turning to you. "When it's both it's better."

He nabbed a biscuit off the table and bit into it and winked at you.

"Shame you've been keeping us apart, John," you said with a look. "Esme and I could have been giving you a run for ages."

"Likely drive me mad," he said with a laugh. "Both of you on whiskey together would be more trouble than it's worth."

"Promise?" Esme said grinning. "We must have a night then, (Y/N)."

You nodded as John rolled his eyes.

"Right, then," he said, ruffling his daughter's hair and giving Esme another kiss. "Let's be off before you can make more trouble in my kitchen."

You scoffed with a laugh as he shooed you to stand and pushed you out the door.

"Nice to meet you!" You called behind you.

"You can't hide her anymore, John," Esme yelled as you both left.

John guided you down to the car and opened the door for you. You smacked him as you climbed in.

"What was that for?" He exclaimed and pushed your shoulder before he closed your door and made his way into the driver's seat.

"I like her," you said. "And you're a dick."

John chuckled and drove to the dock.

----

John drove to The Yard and parked. You both got out of the car and made your way through the streets looking for the man named Wilks.

"John boy!" A voice boomed. You both looked over to see a gruff older man with a big smile headed your way with open arms.

"Uncle Charlie," John called back as he hugged the man.

"I see you've got angel with you," Charlie said with a grin.

You grinned back as Charlie let go of John to hug you.

"Charlie," you said, "still up to no good?"

You both chuckled and John looked on at you quizzically. Charlie's arm hung around your shoulders as he faced John.

"Angel?" John asked. "You two know each other?"

"Your aunt Pol used to send this one down with orders," Charlie said, squeezing you in a side hug. "She refused to tell me her name for ages. Shy thing, she was. I told her angels had no names. So we all called her angel at the docks. Sweet thing she is, too sweet to run with you boys."

John's brows raised in shock.

"Well aren't you full of surprises," he said as he grabbed a pick from his pocket and rolled it in his mouth. "You've got all kinds of names and secrets, it sounds like."

"And you're shortly learning them all," you grimaced. You turned your attention to Charlie. "We're looking for a man named Wilks, seen him?"

"Aye," Charlie said, watching you both closely before pointing. "He's down there by the dock."

"Right," John said. "We'll need to talk to him alone. Send the rest on break."

Charlie nodded and you all walked down, Charlie quietly sending the others away as he discreetly nodded to a pudgy man near the edge of the water. You both cornered the man, his eyes widened as he backed up and his heel teetered on the edge of the dock. You raised your hands to halt him.

"We're only here to talk," you reassured with a smile. "Heard you might have gotten a little drunk at a pub. Told someone something you shouldn't."

"I didn't mean to," he said looking between you and John's stone faced expression. "Was just a drink or two and then he asked me a question I found odd."

"Who?" You asked in a soothing voice, hands still up as you stepped forward. "Did you know the man?"

John watched you with sharp eyes as you got closer to Wilks as if walking to a scared horse. He chewed on his pick, letting you do the talking.

"I didn't know them," he said, scared. "Just a man asking what it was like to work at docks. If we had any openings. If we moved anything odd. Anything to note."

"And what did you tell them?" John said, taking a step forward but still a good length behind you. You were nearly next to the man as his eyes darted between you both and behind him as he looked for an exit.

"I told him we move the normal stuff," he said gruffly, "and sometimes we move what Shelby's ask. He perked up at the name. Said it must be exciting to work for criminals. Must see some crazy cargo. I shrugged. Just told him sometimes you have shipments. Anything from guns to medical rations. Told him a shipment went to Camden Town not too long ago."

"Shouldn't have done that, Wilks," John said darkly as he took another step forward. "We don't take kindly to business being passed around."

"I didn't do nothin'," Wilks protested. "I've got a wife and kids to feed."

"Should have thought of that before you went talking," John said.

Wilks grabbed your wrist and swung your body around, his calloused hand gripping your throat and the other around your waist. John cut the distance in a stride and stopped as Wilks lifted you by the throat, pressing your back to his chest.

"I don't want no trouble," he said, eyes darting for an exit. "Let me go home."

Your hands flew to your throat and your feet kicked as he lifted you higher. You could barely breathe in through his grip.

"Shouldn't have done that," John said with a glint in his eye. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at him.

"Shouldn't have brought a girl for a man's job," Wilks growled in your ear as he squeezed your throat tighter.

John's eyes were dark as he tried to aim at the man behind you. His face cycled between fear and anger as you realized he wouldn't have a good shot with Wilks holding you so close.

You gritted your teeth and kicked again. You felt your heel connect with his shin and he squeezed your throat harder as he roared. You dropped a hand from your throat and elbowed his chest as you thrashed in his hands. You clumsily made way to your pockets and pulled out a knife as your eyesight started to blacken. John lowered his pistol as you pulled back and stabbed Wilks in the thigh, making the man drop you.

You stepped out of his reach and John raged forward with his fist cocked back. John's fist connected with Wilks’ face with a crack and the man fell to the ground. John continued pummeling the man as he writhed on the ground, your knife still in his thigh.

You touched your neck, feeling the bruising that was likely to occur. You breathed deep, feeling the oxygen rush through you as you tried to stay conscious. As oxygen came back you turned back to John beating the man and grabbed John's arm as he cocked it back to hit Wilk's face again.

As you grabbed his arm, he twisted in your grip and was about to punch you when he realized who you were and stopped himself. Wilks was beneath his feet in a bloody pile, his face almost indistinguishable. John's eyes met yours as you held his arm and looked at the blood that had spattered on his face and the wild look in his blue eyes.

"John," you said hoarsely. Your throat was scratchy from being choked.

His eyes softened and he pulled you to his chest.

"Don't fucking scare me like that, yeah?" He whispered into your hair as you clung to him.

"I'm fine," you said. "But we need him alive to ask, yeah?"

John let out a sigh as he deflated.

"Yeah," he said.

You pulled away and looked at his blue eyes worrying over you. You patted his arm and stepped out of his embrace to lean over the half conscious man under his feet.

"Wilks," you said with a low growl. "Who did you tell?"

Wilks cried out as John kicked his ribs, finally stepping to the side so he wasn't under his feet.

"I don't know," he said, screaming as you grabbed your knife from his thigh and pulled it out. "I didn't know the man. He had longer hair maybe? An odd accent. I'd never seen him before, I swear."

You scowled at him, wiping his blood off of your knife with his vest. You pressed the knife under his throat.

"Are you sure?" You growled.

"Sounds like it could have been an Italian," John said as he spit on the man. "Maybe a Jew."

"I don't know," he cried. "Please."

You pulled your knife away and hid it back into your pocket. You looked up at John as he glared down at Wilks.

"Your call, Shelby," you said, voice still hoarse.

"I'll kill him," he said, kicking the man again.

"No," you said.

John scowled down at you, his jaw ticked as he was about to talk.

"I'll do it," you said, sounding stronger than you felt. "This is meant to be my proofing water."

John started again to fight you, but you raised a hand while you fished your knife out. Wilks started to thrash beneath you and John stepped on his chest to hold him still. John's eyes looked conflicted as you pulled the knife out of your pocket again and ran a finger along the blade.

You had hurt men before, but you had never killed. Most of your experience was from self defense. Tommy wanted to prove yourself, so prove yourself you shall.

"You don't have to," John said defeated. "I'll tell Tommy you did it. You don't have to."

"No, John," you said solemnly. "I do. You aren't saving me from it. This is mine."

You turned to Wilks and cut his throat in a swift motion. Blood poured from his neck as the light left his eyes. You stood up and stepped back as John kicked Wilks into the water. You watched numbly, knife still at your side.

"Hey," John said as he turned around and rested his hand on your cheek. "Is'aright. Come here."

He pulled you into his chest and you teared up but fought the urge to cry. You gulped it down, feeling the pain in your neck again.

"John," you whispered.

He pulled back to look you in the eye, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist.

"Let's get you back to your wife, yeah?" You said as you tried to feign a smile.

You rested your hand on his chest before gently pushing him away.

"Yeah, (Y/N)," John sighed. "Okay."

The ride back was quiet. You looked straight ahead as John drove, even though you could feel his eyes on you from time to time. When he offered to drive you home, you declined, telling him you'd rather walk from his home.

You hugged him goodbye when you arrived at his home, and breathed deep the smell of him. He always smelled of gunpowder and pine, and you breathed it in deeply to comfort yourself. You said your goodbyes despite his worried expression, and walked down the road in a daze. You weren't ready to go home just yet.

You stopped at a local bakery and bought a small piece of bread and walked to The Cut. You sat on Tommy's thinking place stairs and looked out over the canal, thinking. You sat for hours in a daze, eating bread and trying to process your thoughts. As twilight began to tease the sky, you snapped out of your thoughts. You needed to get home.

You walked to your apartment and at the last minute you were grabbed by your neighbor. Gail was an older neighbor that always treated you kindly. You often brought her teas when you found a new flavor she might like.

"Men came through asking where you were," Gail said in hushed tones. "They claimed to be coppers. They're in your apartment waiting for you now."

You thanked her and left quickly back into the streets. It was now dark and getting colder by the moment. There was only one place you could think to go, so you walked to Tommy's house. You snuck in to sit on his bed and waited for him to arrive home for the night.

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harryskiwis · 4 years

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New Beginnings

You and Harry start the next chapter of your lives.

(not my gif)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to the first installment to my new series “New Beginning’s!” It’s a fluffy fic, and one I’m excited about because I really love dad!Harry! So lemme know what you think because I’m nervous to post this, but excited to get feedback! Reblogs, likes, asks, and comments are greatly appreciated! xx

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Warnings: Fluff and light swearing!

Summary: You and Harry have been trying for a baby for a while now, yet every test turns out negative. However, one day, things might get a little more positive for you two.

Today was sunny and humid. Very humid. Typically your favorite kind of LA weather, but today, you just weren’t feeling it. Everything seemed to be against you nowadays- your car broke down this morning while you were on your way to work, the power at your house went out last night, and you and your husband, no matter how many times you try, cannot get pregnant.

It’s all the two of you wanted. You just wanted a baby. And some would say, “You’ve still got time!” And while that is technically true, now is the time you both feel is the best time to welcome a child into your lives. Your job has never been a burden for you- as you’re a bridal consultant at a nice, expensive, chic bridal salon in the center of LA. And your husband- who bless his heart, just wants a baby so bad that he mentions it all the time- is at a standstill with his music career right now since he’s not touring. You tried and tried and tried, but the universe just wouldn’t give in and give you what you wanted.

You were currently sat on your couch watching a rerun of ‘The Big Bang Theory’ on TV. Only, you were half paying attention. You were sipping your favorite tea that Harry had so graciously got for you last night when he was on his way home from the studio, and petting your trusty black cat, Eddie. You were lost in thought thinking of what being a mother would be like- the domestic moments with Harry, buying them cute clothes, getting to celebrate mothers day, and getting to chat with the other moms about motherly things. It’s all you wanted and more.

Your lack of paying attention to the TV and incessant thinking about being a mother had you make the impulsive decision to take another pregnancy test. You knew it’d be negative, but that tiny slimmer of hope still left inside of your heart somewhere kept your whole being optimistic about someday having a positive test.

You quickly ran to your large marble bathroom and opened the cabinet under your side of the sink to pull out the box of pregnancy tests you had bought about a month ago. There was only one left. You knew it was negative- you had no symptoms- but you wanted to take it anyways. Harry was currently at his managers house working on some upcoming plans, so you figured now was the best time to take your spontaneous test.

After quickly grabbing the test and ripping the plastic off of it, you took it. Once you were done, you stared at it for a few moments before placing it face down on the counter and leaving the bathroom. You had to wait at least five minutes for the results to pop up, and you didn’t know if you’d last that long before your stomach fell on the floor from nerves. Even though you’ve done this multiple times, and they’ve come back negative every time, each new test brings nerves and a small sense of hope that maybe you are pregnant. It never checks out, however, and you know this time will be no different.

During the long five minutes waiting for your test results, you pace back and forth your kitchen gnawing your bottom lip raw. Your nerves make you sweat, causing you to have to remove Harry’s “Treat People With Kindness” hoodie from your body as it was doing nothing to quell the fire in your belly. Your socked feet walked back and forth across the kitchen for what felt like twenty years before the timer on your phone went off causing you to jump, slapping a hand to your chest out of being startled.

You let out the breath you were holding from your mini-scare and quickly turned off the timer with shaky hands. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath before slowly making your way back to your bathroom. Once you got there, you stood in front of the test for a moment before picking it up. You had to remind yourself that it would be okay if negative- just like every other time. You’d probably sit there and scold yourself for putting yourself through that madness again, but you’d be okay. You have Harry, and he’s all you need.

Slowly, with your hands shaking, you close your eyes and pick up the test, flipping it around. All it takes is one more deep breath before you’re opening your eyes and facing the ‘negative’ result on the stick. However, what you see makes you fall to the floor below you in complete shock.

It was positive.

A sigh of relief that you had been holding since you took your first test was finally let out, and your eyes instantly welled up with tears. You literally couldn’t believe it. You were pregnant. You had been absolutely certain the test was going to be negative, yet here you were, sitting on the floor of yours and Harry's bathroom, looking at a positive pregnancy test.

You were going to be a mother. You’d get to dress your baby in the cutest clothes, go shopping for said clothes with Anne, you’d be celebrating mothers day, and you’d finally get to hear Harry sing lullaby’s to your baby. Thinking of all of these things made you cry harder. You genuinely never thought you’d get here.

After a few more minutes of sitting and crying, you picked yourself up and began planning on how you were going to tell Harry. You knew you wanted to keep it simple, but your mind was racing with ideas. However, you knew you’d tell him as soon as he got home. He’s been waiting just as long as you have for this news, and he deserved to know right away.

Your newfound happiness inspired you to go to your kitchen and whip up some Fettuccine Chicken Alfredo. Harry says you make the best, but everyone knows Anne holds that rank. Yet, yours is not bad, but you hardly make it anymore, which is why you’re making it now.

As soon as Harry steps into the house, he immediately smells your Alfredo dish. It’s his favorite, and he hadn’t realized how much he had missed it until now. He sets his keys down on the side table by the front door before following the scent of your cooking. Once he gets a little closer, he can hear you humming along to some tune that he can’t quite figure out. He turns the corner and stands in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment watching you prepare your plates while humming and dancing. The sight makes him smile faintly, his love for you surfacing after a long day of work.

When he finally clears his throat to get your attention, you gasp and jump a bit, making him chuckle. You blush, but smile at him nonetheless as you make your way towards him. As you reach him, your hands make their way around his neck, playing with the hair that faintly curls at his nape. His hands settle on your waist and the two of you gaze at each other lovingly.

“Hi baby,” Harry starts, smiling down at you. “Wha’s got you all happy today?” He asks.

Once again, the butterflies and nerves from earlier return to your stomach, as you know you’re about to tell him that he’s going to be a father. You knew he’d be excited, but doubt can be a real bitch sometimes.

“Hi Harry,” you say. “I’m just in a good mood, that’s all. How was work?”

“It was good. Boring, but good. Glad to be home to you,” he says. At this, the two of you lean towards each other to lock in a sweet kiss. It’s the first since this morning, and it makes you feel content.

“I’m happy you’re home,” you say. You leave his grasp and direct him towards the plates of food sat out on the counter. “I made your favorite tonight. Figured you’d want it after a long day.”

“Know me so well baby,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Smells s’good.”

You smile and hand him his plate as you take yours. The both of you head over to your dining table and take your seats across from each other to eat.

Throughout dinner, Harry tells you about his day and the plans he and his manager made regarding his career. You tell him about your day at work, and how you arrived late because of your car breaking down, but then tell him that it was overall a good day.

After dinner is done and you and Harry are washing up dishes, you finally decide to tell him about your pregnancy. You’re nervous, but yet still confident, as you know he’ll be over the moon about the news. You bashfully turn your head to him, and blush- staring at him for a few moments. He’s washing up a pot, and he has a furrow in his brows from concentration. Once he’s done, he goes to hand the pot to you to dry it, which you take it, but he notices you’re staring.

“Why’re you starin’ love?” He asks, a smirk painting his perfect lips.

“I need to tell you something,” you say, setting the pot down after it’s been dried.

A frown immediately takes over his features, as the phrase “I need to tell you something” scares him just as much as “We need to talk” does.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“Yes,” you say with a light laugh. “Everything is more than alright, I just need to tell you something.”

He nods, and you begin walking towards your bedroom to go fetch the test when you notice he’s following you.

“Stay there,” you say. “I’ll be right back.” The frown on his perfect features deepens.

Once you arrive in your bedroom and retrieve your test, you take a deep breath and give yourself some encouragement. It’s only Harry- your beloved husband Harry who loves you so much and is going to be absolutely thrilled once you tell him.

You slowly leave the bedroom, walking back to your anxious husband who, in his mind, is worried you’re bringing him divorce papers. Once you see him, frown still very evident in his features, your hands start to shake.

“I have something to give you,” you say, your voice sounding a bit shaky.

“I thought you needed to tell me something,” he says, raising a perfect eyebrow.

“Well, I do. This will tell you everything.”

You walk towards him further, and instruct him to hold out his hands, which he willingly does. He looks down at you expectantly, and you smile up at him.

“Close your eyes,” you say, making him groan in frustration.

Once his eyes are closed, you slowly pull the positive test out from behind your back, and place it in his awaiting hands with your clammy ones. You grab his fingers and maneuver them to where they’re clasping the test in his fists.

You step back from him, hands behind your back, beginning to chew on your lip some more. He still hasn’t opened his eyes back up, awaiting your command to do so.

“You can open your eyes,” you speak out, and it makes him chuckle a bit before opening them.

When his eyes open and his fists unclasp from around the test, he blinks a few times making sure he’s seeing what he’s seeing. As soon as he looks up and his eyes meet yours, you’re crying again.

“Are you-?” he begins. “Are you really-”

He doesn’t finish, as he looks up to see you nodding back at him. Once he sees your confirmation, he too begins crying, and you run towards him, his arms engulfing you in a much needed hug.

“Oh baby,” he says through tears. “Finally, my love.” He presses consistent kisses on your forehead as your tears soak through his shirt.

You hug him the tightest you have in a while, as your life is finally starting to feel complete. You were finally going to be a family, and it made you happier than anything ever has.

“How long have you known?” Harry asks after a few more moments of hugging. You pull apart and look up at him, your eyes puffy from all the crying.

“I found out a couple hours ago. I just took the test spontaneously. I didn’t expect for it to be positive,” you say as you wipe your eyes.

“I’m so happy, darling,” Harry says in a smile. He swiftly picks you up, catching you by surprise, and twirls you around the kitchen. You let out a squeal through smiles as he spun you around. When he set you back down, his lips immediately met yours, and you closed your eyes as you smiled into the kiss.

“We’re going to be parents, Harry,” you whispered up to him once your lips broke apart, your foreheads pressed together.

He closed his eyes and smiled down to you, his cheeks still wet from his tears. “Yes we are, my love.”

fin

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The right guy

Summary: Dean is more than a rebound guy to you and his brother doesn’t like it a bit.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader, former AU!Sam x Reader, Sam x Jess (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, jealous Sam, OOC Sam

A/N: Sequel to Rebound Guy

Six months later…

Jessica Moore, daughter of Mr. Marcus Moore and Karen Moore,

and Sam Campbell, son of Mrs. Mary Cambell,

request the honor of your presence

at their wedding

on the twenty-eighth of May, two thousand twenty

at two o'clock in the afternoon

Regency Hallway Ballroom

Lebanon, Kansas

Dinner & dancing to follow

Black tie & robe required

Dean has to reread the invitation he got to his brothers wedding thrice to be sure Sam didn’t even name his father. While he sulks silently, ready to rip the invitation into tiny pieces you snuggle closer to him.

“What killed your mood, Baby?” Leaning your head against Dean’s shoulder you glance at the envelope in his hands. You recognize the handwriting – it’s Sam’s. “Sam…huh?”

“He didn’t call or talk to me for over two months again and now he sends me an invitation to his freaking wedding. See, he didn’t even name our father.” Dean sniffles, as you crawl onto his lap to cup his face. “I know dad and Sammy, they had bad blood but this…this is…”

“Sam should be ashamed, Dean. This has nothing to do with arguments or living the life you want. Naming only his mother is…”

Nodding Dean tosses the invitation onto the table to place his hands at small of your back. “Your father found his mother's murderer if anything this is worth to be named.”

“I know…” Dean sighs deeply, not understand how Sam could be that cold-hearted to not name John.

He knows that his father was far from being good at parenting but Sam became the man he is thanks to his father. “We should do something else than attending a wedding we are not wanted at…”

“Dean, he sent you an invitation…” You try to find a way to survive Sam’s wedding and to not let Dean down. “I…I hate to attend this wedding too, Dean. Sam, he made me feel like I am not good enough.”

“You’re not the one who fucked up, Y/N. It was Sam’s fault and I must admit.” Pecking your lips Dean grins up at you. “I love he lost you ‘cause it’s my win…”

“Can I be honest, Dean?” Humming Dean runs his hands up and down your back. “I loved Sam, but he gave me the feeling I have to fake things sometimes.”

“Orgasms?” Now you snicker. Dean has the talent to distract you from intrusive thoughts. “I dare you to fake anything with me, Sweetheart.”

“Nah. This wasn’t about sex. In the beginning, it was a wild ride, ya know. Unlike you, Sam lost interested one day. I thought that like other pairs…”

You know you sound like a fool and stop to find excuses. “I think I knew the moment Sam stopped kissing my neck in the morning or to drag me into the shower to have a quickie that he had someone else on his mind. I was just too chicken to confront him…”

“I’d like to drag you into the shower right fucking now, Sweetheart.” Licking your lips, you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. “You’re a red-blooded woman and I love it. When you bend over my car, I want nothing more than to marry you or fuck you right there and then…”

“Difficult decision, Mr. Winchester. How about we stay with fucking me over the hood and keep the marrying me part for later…” Dean nods eagerly, already sliding his hands down your ass to grope it roughly when the doorbell rings.

“Son of a bitch! Can a man not have dirty sex on his car with his girl on a Sunday morning?”

Reluctantly shoving you off his lap Dean gets up, but not without having a good look at your ass in one of his boxers. “Love you are wearing one of my shirts, Sweetheart.”

While you give Dean a wink, already walking toward the kitchen when he opens the door, your boyfriend freezes. Someone he didn’t want to see after getting the invitation leans against his doorframe.

“Did you get my invitation?” Sam looks over Dean’s shoulder to get a glimpse of you only in your panties and one of Dean’s shirts. An unreadable look on his face Sam watches you place a tray onto the table.

If Sam would be honest, he would admit that deep down inside he had hoped that you and Dean broke up. That his elder brother was only a rebound guy to you but here you are, beautiful as ever, maybe even more beautiful while you are wearing the wrong man’s shirt.

“I got it like three days ago.” Not giving away he’s disappointed, hurt even, Dean crosses his arms over his chest.

“Won’t you let me in?” Sam’s eyes are still glued to you when Dean clears his throat and you look at him, recognizing Sam lusting over you. “Dean?”

“I have to discuss this with my girlfriend before I let you in. We invite people…together.” The door closes and you can’t stop the snorts leaving your lips.

“So…we invite people together now, Babe?” Dean shrugs, glancing at your exposed legs, suddenly too aware of what his brother was staring at the whole time.

“How about I change into something less revealing and you can talk to your brother. I’ll stay in the bedroom…”

“My girlfriend will not hide in a room to avoid my brother. If you want me to attend his wedding and let him in, you’ll stay by my side. Sam can’t come here and ruin our Sunday morning rituals only as he wants me to attend his shitty wedding.” A smile on your lips your cup Dean’s face to kiss him softly.

“I’ll change and we can have breakfast. Thanks to you, I don’t want to kill your brother any longer…” Pecking Dean’s lips again you smirk.

“Why?” While you walk toward your shared bedroom, sway in your hips you turn around to give Dean a wink. “Y/N?”

“I’ll tell you later, Dean. Now let your brother in as the ‘bend me over your car’ part ain’t off the table.” Dean nods eagerly, a dirty grin on his lips. “Love you, Babe.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” A love confession leaving his lips easily is something Dean never imagined before but here he is, head over heels for you, his brother’s ex-girlfriend…

“Rules.” Dean glances at the bedroom door, waits for you to come out while he makes sure Sam will behave. “No staring at my girl, no mentioning of your past or pulling shit like last time.”

“Okay…fine…” Sam licks his lips, hearing the door open.

“I mean it, Samuel.” Lump in his throat Sam looks at his brother. Dean never called him Samuel before, not a single time. Not when he found him after he left. Not at John’s burial.

“Y/N and I met without knowing you were her ex. Cut the crap and live with the fact that your ex-girlfriend, the one you dropped for Jess, is my best girl now.”

Dean’s eyes follow Sam’s when you step out of the bedroom. Both men look you all over, drink your outfit in while you only have eyes for Dean. Wearing shorts, a crop top, and no shoes you walk toward Sam, offering your hand with a faked smile.

“Samuel. What brings you into our simple home?” Your smile turns cold. You saw the look on Sam’s face. Dean is a simple guy, doesn’t need fancy furniture, just like you.

All you needed to feel comfortable in his apartment was a few fluffy pillows, a new mattress, and decorative crap – as Dean calls the fairies on the bookshelf or the colorful vase you placed onto the kitchen counter.

“Y/N…” Sam chokes out watching you sit next to his brother, not him. Dean’s hand places yours onto his thigh and you smile at the gentle gesture.

“I…I wanted to say I am sorry for the way I ended our relationship and my reaction the last time we met here.”

“What’s past is past, Samuel. If I am completely honest, our relationship never fulfilled me.” You can see Sam’s face fall when you lean your head against Dean’s shoulder. “I have to thank you for treating me like trash.”

Sam looks at you, surprised by your words. “Thank me? I don’t think I understand…”

“Well, without you acting like an idiot I would’ve never met my soulmate, the man loving me the way I am, Sam. Without you, I would’ve never gone to a bar to get drunk and forget I wasted years on a man not loving me enough to support my dreams.”

Your words are like daggers to Sam’s heart, but he must admit – he brought it upon himself.

“So…thank you, Sam.” Your smile is genuine now and it makes Sam realize, you mean what you said. Dean is the man holding your hand, and he’s the person getting to see you smile. “I hope you are as happy as I am about your decision to end us.”

“Yeah…uh—ahem. I am happy, very happy.” Sam is not very convincing but you let it slip as you don’t want to cause trouble between Dean and his brother.

“That’s the reason I am here, to be honest. We need confirmation that you will attend our wedding.”

Hopefully, almost desperate Sam looks at his elder brother, the last family he’s got left. “I don’t know if you want a Winchester at your wedding.” Dean tries to control his anger and disappointment, tries to ignore Sam did not name his father.

“You’re mad about the names on the invitation…I get it.” While Dean squeezes your hand, you try to encourage him to let his frustration out.

“Wouldn’t you be mad if your brother, the only family you have left not only changed his surname but also pretended for years to have no family. Then he sends you an invitation to his wedding and doesn’t even name his father…”

You tried to keep your mouth shut but you saw the hurting in Dean’s eyes and just can’t stop your tongue from slipping. “That was low, Samuel. Even if you and your father didn’t get along well, you could’ve named him. He wasn’t a monster, only a man on a mission…”

“A possessive bastard.” Sam retorts and Dean gives him a warning glare. “He wasn’t a father, rather a drill sergeant.”

“Yes, he was. John Winchester was a possessive bastard, determined to find his wife’s murderer. And yes, he wanted us to become cops, but this isn’t a reason to change your surname. You did it as mom’s family was wealthy and dad was just…”

“Simple…” You whisper.

“He was a simple man, found happiness in simple things like watching his son become a lawyer.

You know, he was there and watched you from afar as he knew, just like me, that he wasn’t allowed to be a part of your life. When he called you, it was out of desperation to see his son one last time before cancer killed him.”

Huffing Dean looks at the invitation, and his hands shake when he opens the card. “Not even now you can give him a tiny bit of respect, Sammy. All dad wanted was for you to forgive him. If you would’ve come here only once, you…”

“He was stubborn. Dad would’ve never forgiven me for not following his lead. He wanted me to become a cop.” Sam talks back and Dean, well Dean drops the invitation.

“John Winchester was a stubborn man, a proud one but, he would have apologized to you for the pressure he put on you. With his last breath, he said two things.” Dean is close to tears and you need to squeeze his thigh to help him bring the words out he told you months ago.

“Dad, he said that he loves me and that he’s proud calling me his son and then he said I shall tell you that he’s sorry. That he wishes he could’ve said goodbye. His last word was Sammy and then he was gone…”

“He did…” Choking on his words Sam tries to read his brother's expression but over the years, he lost his brother, just like his father. Now a foreign man sits in front of him with watery eyes and Sam can only blame himself.

“I shouldn’t come to your wedding, Sammy. I know you did it out of…I got no clue why you did it but…” Dean gives his brother a sad smile when he places the invitation into his hands.

“You will be happier if you keep on pretending, I never existed, just like dad. There will be so many people you are genuinely interested in, you won’t need me – the brother you didn’t want any longer, at your wedding.”

“Dean, please don’t say things like that. I left because of dad…not you.” Sam tries one last time, but Dean laughs bitterly.

“Odd. Last time I checked you didn’t contact me since dad died and even before, you did not waste a single thought at me. Go ahead, live your life and keep me out of your family, as I am a Winchester and you aren’t…according to your invitation.” Storming out of the room Dean slam the door shut behind him.

“That wasn’t the best result…” Sam sighs deeply, still holding the invitation in his hands. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Dean…is he more than a rebound guy to you? Do you love him?” Surprised you look at Sam, meet his hazel eyes for the first time since he entered your home. “Y/N?”

“Yes. Dean is so much more than a rebound guy, Sam.” Smiling you look at Dean who reenters the room. “Dean is the right guy. The one I was looking for…”

“The right guy…” Dean mumbles.

“I know that I can’t force you to come to my wedding, Dean but please rethink your decision. There’s still time and I don’t need an answer today.”

Placing the invitation and a card with his phone number onto the table Sam looks hopefully at his brother.

“I know that I messed up big time, Dean but the invitation wasn’t my idea. Jess ordered them, just like everything else and I just saw dad wasn’t on it... She believed it’s the right thing to do to avoid questions…”

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll think about it, Sammy. Let me think about it and I’ll call you next weekend. If you can wait that long.” Sam nods, even get up to hug Dean tightly.

“I hope you will come. I need you at my wedding, brother.” Sniffling you look at Dean who doesn’t know how to act around his brother. “Please…”

“I will call you, promised…”

Part 3

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 4 years

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Too Late | JJ Maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: When JJ friends figures out what he wants, it's too late for him to have it.

Warnings: Underage drinking, drunk and driving, car cash, death, cursing.

Note: THIS IS VERY ANGST. This is somewhat mostly based on Sarah point of view since I wanted to talk about how she might be dating John B, doesn't mean she knows JJ unlike the others, you know? This idea came to me at 1am while listening to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and still not being over reading 'Bury A Friend' by @pogue-writings. I don't know what else to say besides I hope you love it and feedback is very welcome.

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Kiara, Pope and John B are used to it. But Sarah? She isn't. She doesn't understand why or how they don't check on their friend. JJ hasn't shown his face in two days.

"He will say everything is fine if you ask."

"He won't tell you what happened."

"Don't bring up the bruises or cuts." John B says and she wonders out loud, "How do you his dad hurt him again?"

Pope takes a big sigh, "JJ does this everytime it does. He blocks us out. Then when he shows up, he acts like evening is fine and nothing happened."

"He doesn't like us going to his house." Kiara doesn't say home, Sarah notice. "But we can go if his dad isn't there."

Sarah only knows pits and pieces about his father. Like his name and is a drunk, does drug deals with Barry, and how he beats his own son. John B makes sure he doesn't tell her anything that would get his best friend from third grade and life mad.

She knows her boyfriend cares from him. He doesn't get mad if he finds JJ sleeping on the pull out couch, he wakes him up and tells him to pull his ass to the guest room. They have a special bond. She doesn't want in the middle of it, but she wants to be there for JJ and not as his best friend girlfriend. She- and everyone else who takes the time to notice - knows that he cares about his friends more than himself and see them as a family he got lucky to be apart of. The jokes he comes up with make everyone laugh or shake their - Kiara - heads and tell him to shut up. Drunk, high or even sober, he has so much cracked head energy going through him that he is always a life of a party. She misses him yelling at John B and her to get a room when they're just sitting next to each other. It has only been two days and she misses the blonde idiot. The others don't say it out loud either, but everyone notices when Pope looks beside him when he isn't there, how Kiara doesn't as many side comments as much, and how John B looks down at his phone for a long time.

"Okay,yup, that's it. If he gets mad, just tell him to get mad at me. John B, grab the car keys."

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"He's dad truck is gone, so that's a good sign." Pope opens the van door for himself and Kiara to get out.

"Should we knock?" Sarah asks right before John B opens the front door and walks in first. She follows after him. The small of beer is so strong that she feels like her clothes will smell like it. Following him down a hallway, he knocks on what she guesses is JJ's bedroom door.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" She flinch at the tone in his voice from the other side of the closed door. Kiara does too.

"JJ, it's me. Well, me and everyone." John B moves enough to let Pope stand beside him. "Let us in, JJ."

"No- leave me alone!"

"JJ, please." Kiara pleads. Sarah lay a hand her shoulder as she adds, "We just want to make sure you're okay."

The doorknob turning is what they get in response; they take it as a small win and walk in.

It's not how a normally messy teenage boy room should look like it. It's worse.

It look like a hurricane came in his bedroom. His bed is a mess, blankets, sheets, and pillows thrown at every direction. The walls are now bare, the posters ripped and the pieces are on top of the clothes from his closet and dresser- two drawers- that got thrown. His small desk is cleared off, everything on the floor.

JJ is standing right in the middle of it all, arms out. "I was in the middle of redecorating." A dry laugh gets caught in his throat.

Kiara trips over things as she rushes over to him but stops when he jumps back.

Sarah puts a hand over hear beating heart when John B let's out a broken, "JJ? What the hell happened?" He gets closer to him than Kiara did. She's trembling slightly, a hand covering her mouth.

Pope slowly moves to stand near John B. He gulbs. His friends cheecks are sallow, eyes red with dark circles underneath. "Talk to us,JJ."

"I-I just did," he mutters.

Sarah steps up towards. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can help-"

"NO! YOU CAN'T HELP ME! NO ONE CAN HELP ME!" His voice echos and no one say or move. "It's too late! I can't- I can't fix it! She's gone and I-fuck!" He tugs on his hair and his shoulders are moving up and down with his heavy breathing.

"She?"

This isn't about this his dad? Then who is it-

Sarah remembers what happened two days ago and it makes her own breathing getting heavier. How did she not figure it out sooner?

JJ, Pope, John B and Sarah decided to hangout at The Wreck while Kiara was working. Pope was trying to get JJ to stop throwing French Fries at him by throwing them right back. John B was smiling at his friends with a arm on the back of Sarah's chair. She stopped drinking her shake when she saw Kiara walking up to them, looking like she just saw a ghost.

"Kie? What's wrong?" JJ stands up and walk over to her, putting her at arm reach to see if he can see if he got psychical hurt.

"My dad, he just told me that he was happy that we are all okay and when I asked him why- he told me that there was a car accident last night? The driver, Blake made it luckily but barely but Y/N-" She doesn't need to say the rest.

Kiara legs give out on her as she cries, pulling on the matching homemade friendship bracelet. She was supposed to meet up with her later at the beach for their weekly clean up. She always brings her Bluetooth speakers and plays songs she reccomends.

"Oh my god," John B is frozen in his chair. He knows her from school. They have the same consular and when they find themselves in the waiting area at the same time, they talk about everything else but why they're there. It always makes him nerves calm down.

"Are you sure?" Pope asks, voice cracking. He just talked to her a couple of days again, giving her tips on how to dress and talk for her own scharoship interview. He told her to be just herself and she laughed and said, "no one can handle that."

Sarah never really had a real conversation with her besides the one time in a bathroom one year during Midsummer. She was sitting on the counter, scrolling through her phone. When she laughed out loud, Sarah thought she was probably laughing at her. "What? No! I'm laughing at this meme, look!" They spent the next hour sitting on the counter.

JJ kicks the door of The Wreck open before storming off.

"JJ, are you talking about-"

"No. Don't say it. Not say her name. Don't." His finger shakes rapidly as he points at Sarah, glaring at her as tears steam down his face.

"How could he so fucking stupid? He got behind the wheel drunk! He knew he was drunk still let her get in the car with him! Did you know they were only a couple of miles away from her home? Yeah, he drove right into one of her neighbors front yard and their tree." He wails as he falls on his knees.

"I should've gone. She even asked me if I wanted to come with but I said no and called her crazy to think I would go to a Kooks party. But I would've- I would've gone with her if I wasn't nervous! I- I was thinking on how to tell her when she texted me. Now I'll never be able to tell her I loved her."

Saying 'loved' instead of 'love' out loud for the first time is what breaks him and everyone else.

Kiara let's out a wet hiccup and pulls him close, his face on her chest as she puts her chin on top of his head. His fist gets covered by Pope' hand, holding on tight as he sits next to them.

John B curses under his breath and makes a metal note in his head to never ever take his best friend for granted ever again. He knew. He knew about JJ silly school girl like crush on her and even told him to ask her out and hyped him up. Somehow he stupidity forgot, too busy in his own grief. He thought that when JJ ran away and never came back, his dad probably did something.

"I can't act like everything is fine and nothing happened!"

John B wraps his arms around the others and whispers, "I'm so sorry, JJ. We're here. It's okay, let it out. We got you buddy." Over and over again.

Sarah joins the group hug and swears to herself for now on, JJ must be protected at all costs.

When they all get back The Chateau, they all grab the bags and boxes they filled up with JJ things.

"Thank you." It's soft and quiet, but she heard it and gives him a small smile.

"Anytime, JJ."

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tragedyluminar-blog · 3 years

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Something unforgettable

2 years ago my mother and father were divorcing. My mom was an alcoholic she use to hit me, scratch me and pull my hair. If I didn’t do something right away. Both my parents tend to react in different ways and when I try to ask them for help both of them shut me down. Last year I tended to ask many people online about what I should do in my situation, they took down majority of my accounts in November. And I have been so lost. An incident dating back in march, happened when I asked my brother to get me a snack while he was in the kitchen. My mother called me lazy because I was just 2 feet away from the kitchen, and she continued to talk about it. I told her to calm down and I wouldn’t ask my brother to do something again. Then my dad thought I was disrespecting my mother so he got mad and started yelling. I tried to respond as calmly ( Ive been working on my tone of voice) and he told me to go to my room. I calmly tried explaining the situation but he got mad I was watching tv and he tried taking the remote out of my hands. I told him, “Don’t touch me” and until he got his hands off of my arm I set it down. He got pissed off and wanted my mp3 player. (which is what I use to cope because they confiscated everything else because I asked for advice) So he ran upstairs to my bedroom and started rummaging through my room to find it and I ducked past him and grabbed it before he could and calmly said “Let’s first talk about this, I’m not yelling I am talking to you calmly.” He yanked it out of my hand once again and I followed him downstairs and begged to talk about the situation. He went back to my room and yanked down the curtains, ripped down my curtain to my bedroom (No door because I did self harm sometimes) and took my radio. I then again followed him downstairs and he was like “You know what let me get my belt.” I panicked and before he got to his closet I punched him in the face, and ran upstairs he came to my room and hit me twice with the belt one bruise was left on my thigh. I reported it to the counselor and now that CPS is involved, along with a crisis worker. I discussed the situation with the investigator and then after me my parents did and they mentioned to me during lunch that If I acted like that again they would have me sent to Juvie. I’ve dealt with the situations for so long, it stresses me I’ve had depression for quiet a while and my parents wanted me to reach out so finally I did... I do tend to have anger issues sometimes but if someones yelling it sometimes get the best of me but my dad also has the same issues, but he isn’t doing therapy so he tends to lash out of control.Like for example this morning I would be watching a teens show, specifically “Bob’s burgers” and he was in a really pissy mood and said it wasn’t age appropriate and it was for adults so he made me put on a kids show like “Teletubbies”. And I didn’t eat breakfast because he was in that mood, so I cut myself up an apple for something to eat. I can barely eat anymore because I’m afraid I’ll be sent to Juvie.

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obxhoe · 4 years

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Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow {1}

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

(eek i’m nervous about this. hope y’all enjoy. message me if you wanna be on my taglist!)

CHAPTER ONE

ZOE’S POV:

Sophie’s alarm clock is blaring yet again after the third time she had snoozed it this morning. I can hear it in my bedroom… across the freaking hallway. I pad into her room,

“Soph.” No response. “Soph!” I whisper-yell. “Sophie!!!” She jolts up, ripping her eye mask off.

“I’m up. I’m up.”

“I’m leaving in 20 minutes for class, I won’t be home until at least 11 tonight, I told Liv I would have dinner and a wine night at her place.”

“I’m probably sleeping at Aaron’s tonight so…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Aaron is this new guy she met over Bumble and the two of them have been seeing each other every day since their first date 3 weeks ago.

“Alright well have fun and try not to do anything dumb”

“You know I always do” I laugh and shut her door, walking to my vanity to quickly put on some makeup and grab my stuff.

I’m about a quarter way through my senior year at NYU, and about a quarter away from an existential crisis. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Basically every single one of my friends have boyfriends and they talk about marriage and babies and all that shit. And it’s cute. But I’m fine on my own. My last boyfriend Peter always had me feeling suffocated. The constant “Babe” and “Baby”. The obligation of having to FaceTime someone all the time. Having to be around someone every minute of every day. I was exhausted all the time. Currently, I’m an international business major with a minor in accounting. Taking a full course load, and working a part time job in an accounting firm on top of that. I don’t exactly have time for anything else.

I check the time and see that I’m running 5 minutes late. I slip on mom jeans, a giant t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago and run out the door. The walk to school is always my favorite part of the day. The West Village was my dream neighborhood to live in and once I saved up enough money from working throughout school, I finally was able to rent a tiny two bedroom apartment. I mindlessly scroll through social media as I speed walk to “campus”, it’s really just a few buildings in the city, there’s no open space or anything. Unless you count Washington Square Park. I pass the West 4th street subway station and my phone fumbles out of my hand as a result of someone walking straight into me.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I say grabbing my phone and seeing the screen cracked. This is not exactly what I need at this moment.

“I am so sorry” I hear a voice above me, “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling. Oh my god!” He sees my phone. “I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.”

“Ok chill for a sec dude” I stand up brushing my hair out of my eyes. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.”

“Oh you’re not mad. I thought most people who live here have a stick up their ass all the time” He says, and I finally look up at his face. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I realize I’m staring at him. Something about him looks or feels familiar but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Uh yeah most people are like that.”

“So are you not from here?” He asks “Cause ya know, you’re nice and stuff.”

“Oh no I live here. I go to NYU, I’m actually on my way there now.” I look at my phone to check the time but I can barely see due to the cracked screen.

“Uh it’s 9:0-”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” I groan loudly, class started at 9.

“Late for class…?” he asks cautiously, not sure if he’s going to make it worse or not.

“Yes. I have to go, like right now.” I say starting to turn to walk away.

“Wait. Let me buy you that coffee so we can discuss the phone thing. Today isn’t great for me, how does tomorrow sound?” I nod and he hands me his phone. “Put in your number.” I quickly type in my information and hand him back the phone. “Well Zoe,” He says looking down at my contact, “I hope to see you later.”

“You too, I didn’t catch your name though.”

“Rudy. Rudy Pankow.”

“Well Rudy,” I look at him, flashing a small smirk “I’ll be looking forward to your text.” I turn and walk away as fast as I can. Of all the things that make me anxious, being late to class is pretty high up on the list. But I think the idea of meeting Rudy for coffee is consuming my mind more than the fact that I’m late is. I slip into the back of the lecture hall about 15 minutes late, luckily not drawing any attention to myself. I take out my notebook and try to take notes, but my mind is elsewhere.

RUDY’S POV:

I don’t know where the hell I am right now. Chase was completely wrong when he said the New York subway system would be easy to figure out. I have to go film a few interviews for Buzzfeed about season two and I’m lost. Totally lost.

“West 4th street-Washington Square” The crackle comes over the speaker.

“Fuck it” I mumble and get off. I can just take an Uber, so much for trying to get the whole experience. I walk up the stairs trying to order an Uber, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. All of a sudden I slam into what I can only hope is another tourist, the last thing I need is someone yelling at me for looking at my phone.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I hear a voice from next to me mutter.

“I am so sorry” Fuck. She’s beautiful, and I’m just straight up dumb. “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling.” For fucks sake Rudy shut the fuck up. I look to her hand and see that I shattered her entire phone and my stomach drops. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.” Yes good job. Just offer up an entirely new phone, that’ll help. I mentally smack my forehead.

“Ok chill for a sec dude” She stands up, locking her eyes with mine. My eyes can’t decide where to look. Her eyes? her lips? She’s stunning. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.” My face turns bright red. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running late and I decide to just shoot my shot. I shove my phone at her offering up coffee. A smile breaks onto my face when she takes it and types in her contact info. Zoe.

“Well Rudy, I’ll be looking forward to your text” She smirks at me. God dammit I have never seen anything like her before. She spins on her heel and rushes away. I slide into the nearest taxi, not getting the chance to order an Uber. What the hell just happened?

ZOE’S POV:

I can’t get him off my mind. This isn’t like me at all. Usually I turn random men on the street down, I mean who doesn’t? What if this guy is a serial killer. God Zoe what did you do. Ok but he seems nice enough right? Ugh. I stare at my glass of wine, mind wandering.

“Earth to Zoe” Liv waves her hand in front of my face. I blink and look up.

“Sorry I’m exhausted. Too many unhappy clients today.”

“Uh huh sure.” She rolls her eyes and my friend Katie laughs next to her.

“What?!” I say, a little too defensively.

“Who’s the guy? You only ever act like this, all out of it and daydreamy when there’s a guy”

“There’s no gu-” I get cut off.

“Oh don’t even try. Who is he.” Katie slides next to me and pours more wine in my glass.

“It’s really no one. I met him on the street, he sort of smashed my phone. Well I guess I did. When he ran into me. And then he offered to buy me a new phone just like that. I was like well at least buy me a coffee first, you know, jokingly. But then he actually made a date for tomorrow to get coffee. He said he’d text me, but it’s been hours so I doubt it’ll actually happen. Probably is just being nice.” I mumble the last sentence.

“A guy on the street?” Liv raises her voice.

“Are you crazy?” Katie says, setting her wine glass down a little too hard.

“I know I know. But something about him just felt familiar. Like I had seen him before or something. He seems our age, he had these insane blue eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.” I look down at the table. “I probably won’t even go, it’s a dumb idea.”

“Dude, you’ll find someone. I promise. It just takes time” I look over to Liv.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t even want someone, I’m fine on my own right now. If I started seeing a guy, I wouldn’t have time for him, the two of you, work and school. I would literally have a mental breakdown.” I laugh. Part of me knows I’m lying. I don’t want a boyfriend, that part is true. But if that boyfriend was Rudy, I would have to reconsider. That’s crazy right? I’m definitely going crazy. I don’t even know this guy.

“Ok well let’s get drunk and watch hot boys on TV. There’s a show Liv and I wanted to watch on Netflix called Outer Banks. Have you seen it yet?” Katie asks me as she goes to the couch.

“I don’t have the time for that.” I plop down next to her.

“So that’s a no” She grabs the remote.

“I’m so fucking excited. I keep seeing stuff about the show everywhere, season two is coming out next week.” Liv squeals. Katie starts the show and I start chugging my wine so I can get a new glass. I choke on my wine and spit it out all over the ivory rug.

“Zoe! What the Fuck?!” Liv yells, obviously pissed I just ruined her rug. But I can’t stop coughing. I look back to the TV to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s him, I could never forget those eyes.

“That’s him” I choke out, “That’s the guy who I ran into today.”

“Rudy Pankow? The guy on the TV right now? Are you sure?” Katie looks at me.

“There’s no way.” Liv shakes her head.

“I’m dead serious. That’s the guy.” My phone vibrates from across the room and we all look at each other. I run over to look at it.

Meet me at Think Coffee in SoHo tomorrow at 3pm. Apple Store right next door ;) -Rudy

“No. Fucking. Way”

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#Rudy #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #rudy x reader #rudy pankow x oc #Outer Banks #jj outer banks #obx rudy #jj #jj maybank

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that-girl-over-there-ffn · 3 years

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you’ve got the love

[i wrote this a few years ago when i was still working on the affinity and chaos project, but never posted it. but ep 5 of wandavision made me dig through the old files, so here it is.] The metallic sweet taste that could only be her husband, the tingling current that passed between their lips, and the serenity of his psyche embracing hers. Had Wanda known when she first met Vision that this was what kissing him would be like, she likely would've jumped him right in front of everyone at Stark Tower.

Vision chuckled against her lips at the thought of Pietro attempting to reason with his crazed sister as she clung to the newly born synthezoid. Leaning back above her, his eyes analyzed Wanda's brilliant smile. As the breaking daylight illuminated the room, she appeared almost angelic with her hair splayed out over the crisp white sheets.

Wanda blushed, turning away. 'You romanticize too much.'

"I am in bed with the woman I love," he whispered as he brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder. "Is this not the time for such ideas?"

With a happy hum, Wanda leaned forward, brushing her lips against his skin. Peppering slow, hot kisses and small nips down his neck, her hands roamed over the taut muscles of his back and shoulders. While his heavy sighs danced in her ears, his knee settled between her legs, which she hungrily moved against.

Trailing a path down her abdomen, his fingers dipped below her waist, sliding between her legs. Carefully, he grazed against her nub once, twice, before pulling away, resting a palm against her thigh. Restlessly, her hips twisted, pressing against him, desire building.

"Please," she breathed. 'No more teasing...'

Vision hadn't the discipline, nor the will, to deny her. 'You need only ask, my love.' His lips ghosted down her jaw and neck, between her breasts. With each slow, simple kiss against her flesh, he paused to gaze up at her beneath his brow.

Wanda's chest heaved, catching Vision's haughty smirk grow as he descended lower beneath the sheet. His eyes bore into hers as he hovered over her waist. As her legs spread wider in invitation, she wondered if he was awaiting another request when the metallic clink of the doorknob turning pierced the air.

And the spell was broken.

"Mom! Dad!" Young William and Thomas bounded into the room.

Wanda recoiled, effectively kneeing Vision in the face as she let loose a quick Sokovian curse and yanked the sheet over her chest. "Boys!" she cried, irritated. "What is the rule about our bedroom door?"

"It's an emergency!" they both chanted.

"What emergency?" Vision inquired as he half phased above the sheet covering him.

"There's a dog outside!" Billy grinned below his brown mop of hair.

"Yeah," Tommy added. "It's like, a puppy, I think."

"It doesn't have a collar!"

"We looked."

"Can we keep it?"

"It's really nice."

"Billy fed it a piece of bread."

"We'll take care of it!"

"Wait," Tommy paused, pushing his white-blond bangs aside. "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing!" Wanda declared before hastily asking, "Where is the dog?"

"We let it in the gate!"

"So it wouldn't get hit by a car!"

"I wanna name it Tiger."

"Boys," Vision calmly interrupted. "Your mother and I will be downstairs in a few minutes to assess this canine. In the meantime, I must ask you to please leave. Now."

"Are you cranky because we woke you up?"

"Yes," Wanda sighed, slightly annoyed. "Now out. And don't let the dog in the house."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, sorry, mom," they both apologized as they closed the door behind them.

Letting loose a groan, Wanda fell back against the mattress. "My god, it's like they have some kind of radar," she huffed.

"In addition to their known abilities?" Vision queried as he gracefully landed beside her. "Unlikely."

"No?" Wanda chuckled before she examined his cheek. "I'm sorry, Vizh. Are you alright?"

"I am unharmed," he replied. Pulling the sheet down, he caressed her knee. "You, however, will likely bruise, I'm afraid."

"Hm," she hummed as her body turned to his. "But I'll live?"

Vision's hand moved up her thigh, pulling her closer. "Yes," he breathed before she kissed him. "The boys will be preoccupied with the dog for a few minutes, I suspect."

"How many minutes?" Wanda pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

Leaning up, he wrapped his arms around her, "Enough."

Several blissful minutes later, Vision had finally risen, seeking a clean shirt from the closet.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wanda watched her husband as he dressed. The flexing of his muscles as he moved, his graceful hands buttoning his Oxford, it was a not-so-secret pleasure of hers.

Vision hid a small smile, fully aware he was being observed. "What do you wish to do about this dog?"

Burying her head under a pillow, she mumbled, "Put it in the neighbor's yard when the boys aren't looking."

Vision disregarded her comment as he looped his belt though his trousers. "I will inspect it then."

"Right behind you," Wanda murmured, head still buried.

Gracefully, Vision moved beside the bed, pulled the pillow aside and kissed her crown. "I love you," he whispered, just as he did every morning.

"I love you," she breathed, eyes still closed. After she heard the subtle open and close of the door, Wanda turned over, sprawled out on her back with a heavy sigh. Summer vacation had just begun and already she was wishing for autumn. While she loved spending more time with the boys, it came at a cost. As she sat up, she felt an uncertain nudge from Vision's psyche.

'Wanda, this is no dog,' his voice whispered in her mind.

'What do you mean?' she replied.

'That is to say,' Vision explained, 'It is not a domesticated canine.' And with that, he projected the image of the animal in their backyard through his eyes.

Abruptly, Wanda bolted to her feet. 'Vision, that's a coyote!'

'Yes, I'm aware,' he replied nonchalantly. 'Although how a coyote managed to wander this far into the city alludes—'

'Oh my god, get the boys inside!' Throwing on a robe, she ripped open the door and descended down the stairs.

From the window, Vision and his sons watched as Wanda spoke with animal control. The two men had been apprehensive at first, arriving at the brownstone residence of the powerful Scarlet Witch clad in her bathrobe, scolding her android husband, The Vision, and their two peculiar sons. But once the pup had been safely secured, a flood of relief lightened her mood and the workers felt more at ease. Most people, Vision had noted over the years, naturally feared Wanda ... until they witnessed her smile.

As she entered the house, she sighed, "I'm going to get dressed." Without another word, she ascended the stairs.

Wisely, all three observed her exit in silence.

"Come," Vision instructed his sons, once he heard the shut of the bedroom door. "If we are to survive the remainder of this morning, coffee must be brewed."

Once in the kitchen, the boys collected the creamer and sugar as Vision set about filling the carafe, "We will discuss this morning's events."

"Okay," they replied in unison.

"You are expected to abide by the rules of this house. One of them being the rule pertaining to closed doors," Vision explained matter-of-factly. "Do you recall what it is?"

"Knock before you open a door," Tommy recited.

"Very good. And what about your mother's room?"

"Off limits unless it's an emergency," Billy said.

"Correct again."

"Are you mad?"

"No." Hesitating for a moment, Vision contemplated, "I am both pleased and proud of your actions, you should always lend aid when you can. But you must always remember to be cautious."

"We just wanted to help."

"It was just a puppy."

"Yes, I'm aware," Vision patted his sons on the head. "However, frightened animals react most unpredictably - it could have bitten you. And I dare not imagine what your mother would do to any creature that harmed you."

Vision paused as the floorboards above them creaked, indicating Wanda was on her way down. "Do you understand what I am conveying?"

"Yes," both boys replied.

"Excellent," he beamed. "Now, I recommend apologizing to your mother. I believe you gave her quite the fright."

As Wanda entered the kitchen, intent on more scolding and possibly murder, she was abruptly halted by two things. The first being the rich caffeinated aroma in the air, her favorite crutch. The second being her sons latching onto her waist, her favorite humans.

"Sorry, mom," Billy said while Tommy added, "About the dog."

Glancing up, Wanda shot her husband a pseudo glare. He simply gave her a warm smile that she couldn't help but return.

#scarlet vision #fanfic

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buckyscrystalqueen · 3 years

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Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 4

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4,390

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You were actually surprised that Colson come around every day to visit for a couple hours after meeting your father, but he took the time out of partying and general debauchery to still get to know you. He didn’t pay attention to the glares your father shot him when he was actually home, or the mumbled comments about his car and tattoos, he just came to hang out with you and his child… who he was ecstatic to find out was a daughter.

“Who came up with Casie?” You asked as you stretched your legs out as much as you could in his small car on your way home from your gender reveal ultrasound.

“Emma.” He said as he glanced over at you, mad at himself for insisting you took his car because you were obviously uncomfortable. “Naming Casie was a battle. Took us months to settle on a name… I’m sorry, we’re almost back.” He said as he pulled down the street your community was on.

“Hate this stupid car.” You grumbled as you shifted in your spot again.

“Yea, well I love it.”

“Doesn’t fit a baby well.” You huffed as you hit your clicker to open the resident gate. You turned the slightest bit as your father’s motorcycle drove up directly beside you, so he could knock on the window to get your attention.

“Lock down.” He growled as he gestured you forward. “Pack a bag, we gotta fucking go.” With a nod of your head, you made a gesture for Kels to drive, and rolled your window back up to drown out the roar of motorcycles around you.

“What’s lock down?”

“I’ll explain later.” You breathed as your leg started to bounce. You instantly started to run though the list of things you would need to bring from your house before it was locked down like the club house. You were unbuckled with the car door open before Kels had even parked, and you headed in and upstairs to your office before anything else.

“We don’t have fucking time for this!” Negan shouted as you started throwing some of your current research into a briefcase.

“Then go pack a fucking bag!” You barked back as you unplugged your Mac Book and grabbed a spare charger from a neatly marked box on your book shelf. It followed your laptop into the bag, along with the current hard drive you were backing your work up on, and topped with another two stacks of papers. “There.” You breathed as you threw in some pens and grabbed your white board off the easel. You held the board flat out to Colson, and put the bag on his shoulder.

“Lay it down flat on the back seat of my dad’s truck and make sure nothing gets put on top of it. Your life depends on it.” He nodded his head and took your belongings as you walked past him to go to your room. You grabbed a suitcase and threw random outfits in it to get out the door faster. A jump bag of pre and always packed bathroom essentials was thrown in, along with a spare make up bag and one that held extra chargers. You were just snagging your giant body pillow off the bed, when Negan came in to assist.

“Give.” He grumbled as he took a hold of the strap on your shoulder while the alarm panel outside your bedroom started to beep.

“What happened?”

“The fucking prick put hits out on our fucking heads.” He muttered as he hit a button on the alarm panel to close the storm doors on your side of the house. “500k for you alive, mil for me…”

“I’m guessing not alive.” You said with a glance back at him as he grabbed your mother’s guitar case from by the door and used it to push you out the door.

“Get in the truck, Princess.” He said simply as he pulled your bedroom door closed. With a nod of your head, you did as you were told and headed down stairs to the garage, where Colson was pulling his Lambo into your father’s parking spot.

“You’re coming?” You asked him when he got out of the car. “I thought you had your tour…”

“We’ll get him to the airport. Get in the fucking car, (Y/N).” There were no further questions asked, only directions followed, as you got in the drivers seat of the truck and tossed your pillow on the floor in the back seat. “Straight there.” Negan said over the starting rumble of motorcycles as he handed you his seatbelt. “Don’t stop.” You nodded your head and buckled in with a sigh.

“So I’m just getting swept up with the motorcycle club?”

“There’s a price on my head.” You told him as you put the large truck into drive and pulled out of your driveway behind Negan and Simon. “Which means that if any of the Hilltop know you’re the father of my child, they will go after you to get to my father.”

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“You follow rugby?” Colson asked with a small chuckle as you stepped out of the bathroom in your fathers suite at the club house. You hummed at him, as if you needed to hear the question again, and looked down at your very old and very worn shirt before he could repeat himself.

“Henry followed rugby.” You breathed as you put your bathroom bag in your suitcase. “He’s from England originally.”

“Do you miss him?” He asked as he crossed his ankles on the king sized bed. When you didn’t give him an answer, he rephrased and asked again. “Do you still love him?” You sighed loudly as you climbed into bed on your dad’s side and pulled your body pillow toward you.

“You don’t stop loving someone because they broke your heart, Colson.” You stated as you scooted down under the blankets as far to the edge as you dared to give your baby daddy his space. “You just love them with all the little pieces like a fucking masochist.”

“How’d you meet him?” He inquired as he picked up the remote and muted the movie he had on. You looked up at him in annoyance as you started the long process of trying to get you and your daughter comfortable for the night.

“At a rugby match.” You shook your head and adjusted it on the pillow a few times. “I was in England presenting at a conference as a ‘NASA expert’. I got invited by a colleague and even though I knew nothing about rugby, I went. Henry was in the seat next to me. Spent the whole match explaining the ins and outs of ‘a proper sport’ like an asshole.” You finally smirked and looked up at him through your lashes. “I didn’t stand a fucking chance. I was head over heels by the end of the game.”

“Do you think he’s gunna come back?” He asked as he scooted down a bit to see you a bit better. You shrugged your shoulder and adjusted your head once more while taking a deep, slightly shaky breath.

“The scientific part of me knows the statics of medic soldiers in the army coming home, either because of death or dedication. I also know he wanted to go back home before he even left for the war. And I know that he hated the club because of the chaos it always dumped on my lap. So I know the likelihood of him coming home ceased to exist years ago… but fuck, do I miss him every single day.”

“Would you go back to him if he came home?” He asked, which made you simply close your eyes in response for almost a full minute.

“In a heartbeat.”

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After the lockdown, a few weeks after you went home, your entire world flipped on its ass. You were sitting by the pool in the mid day sun, playing ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ on the ukulele the way your mother used to do for you when she was pregnant, when your phone started ringing beside you.

“Sorry, baby girl.” You whispered as you exchanged your small guitar for your cell. “I’ll have to finish later on.” Your daughter, who had previously settled in so that she was closer to the ukulele, shifted down so that she was almost laying on your hip. You mumbled ‘brat’ before answering the phone.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” A deep, male voice said, startling you the slightest bit since it was not one of the usual gate guards.

“Yes?” You questioned as you pulled your cell forward and looked at the screen. ‘DWG’ blinked back at you, letting you know that this was your driveway and not the main gate, which confused you even more.

“Ma’am, my name is Corporal Michael Douglas from the United States Army…”

“Henry…” You gasped as the phone slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor. You took off at a run though your house, startling your father and his current side piece in the kitchen as you went past. Your hands shook as you ripped open the front door and fought with wrought iron door at the end of the atrium. Your dad, who was confused as to what was going on, followed you outside as a black government vehicle pulled through the slow moving gate. You stumbled the slightest bit when the back door opened before the car completely stopped, and your dad only had a second to grab you before your knees gave out. But that only lasted a moment before you were running again.

“(Y/N).” Henry breathed as he stepped out of the vehicle, looking a little worse for the wear, much more muscular, and a few years older, but still as handsome as the day you left him at the army base. You took a leap of faith that he was really, truly standing there, and jumped in his arms as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“You’re real?” You gasped as he sank down to his knees right there in your driveway so you were in his lap.

“I’m real.” He whispered against your neck as his tears fell onto your shoulder. You held on to him for dear life, praying that this wasn’t some cruel joke, as your father spoke with the military men that brought the love of your life home. “You’re pregnant.” He whispered even softer as he brushed his hand across the back of your head.

“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed as you leaned back to search his gorgeous blue eyes. “He’s a friend. A one night stand…”

“Swear it?” He asked in his handsome accent that you were just now realizing you actually missed. You could see the fear in his eyes from not only this moment, but so many others as well, and every single part of you wanted to just pull him back into your arms to fix all that pain.

“Swear it.” You promised as you cupped his bearded cheeks in your palms. With a small nod, he fisted your hair in his hand and pulled you in for a long, needy kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away as a long lost calm washed over you from head to toe. Your work, which kept you up at night, floated away into the stars, and the stress from worrying about Colson and his influence on your daughter danced away on a melody that only Henry could create. The club, the lock down, the even the skank that had been sitting on your kitchen counter in her underwear when you ran past, all of that was gone. The only thing that mattered was Henry.

“You left me.” You sobbed when you finally pulled back to catch your breath as you fiancé’s bag was passed off to Negan.

“I was taken.” He breathed as he held you close, terrified like you that this was some kind of sick joke. “Prisoner of war. They commandeered my convoy and took the medics…”

“I should have fought harder to find you.”

“No, my love. No.” He said as he stroked your back slowly. “You’ve done nothing wrong…”

“Didn’t I though?” You choked as you sat back to look at him, and then pointedly at your bump.

“No…” He repeated as he reached up and tilted your head up with a curled finger under your chin. “You did as I asked. You moved on…”

“I never moved on.”

“OK, you two need to get the fuck inside.” Negan grumbled as he looked away from the retreating army vehicle. “Get a fucking room.”

“Pleasure to see you again, Negan.” Henry said, sarcastically, as he moved his hands down your back to the back of your thighs. “And on the free side of bars, no less.” You squeaked and laughed as Henry easily stood up and carried you inside with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Fucking hate you, mother fucker.” Your dad growled as he followed the two of you inside. You stretched your hand out for Henry’s bag and smiled at him before gesturing to the half naked woman that was standing by the front door.

“She needs clothes.” You said with your eyebrow raised. “And probably needs to go back to the club house too.”

“Fucking gladly.” He barked at you as he handed you the duffle bag but stayed put in the entry. With a small smile, you hid your face in Henry’s neck and closed your eyes as he headed up stairs. He didn’t stop until he made it up to your room, where he very gently laid you down on the bed.

“May I?” He asked as he toed off his shoes and gestured to what used to be his side of the bed.

“Always.” With a nod, he pulled his shirt off, pulled back the blankets and got under them in front of you. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” You whispered as you scooted closer to him and rested your fingertips on his chest. You pulled your eyes away from his and looked at a long, jagged white scar on his chest that hadn’t been there before he left. “You didn’t call…”

“I didn’t think you’d let me in the gate.” You stayed quiet as your fingertips trailed across his muscular, hair covered chest and stomach to another, much smaller scar near his hip. “I didn’t know if you’d be alone. Darling, I’ve spent the last six years, stuck in a dark room, let out only to try to fix their injured. And in all that time, all I could do was think about you. About your beautiful smile, and that gorgeous ass I love so much. And how I knew I’d come home to you with another man.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes as he slid his hand down your side until it rested on your bump. “Why’d you even let me in?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I fucking left you!” He shouted as his fingers tightened on your hip. “I fucking left you without a word for what?!”

“Henry!” You said quickly as you shook your head and pushed his hair back off his face. “Hey, shhh…” He shook his head and looked down to hide his face, but you moved so that you could still see him. “Baby, don’t think.” You soothed as you brushed your hand across his cheek. “Don’t think right now. We have plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time. All that matters is you are home now, right? You’re home and you’re safe. That’s all that matters. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“I’m home.” He breathed with a small smile as he met your eyes again and put his hand on top of yours on his cheek. You nodded your head and scooted as close as physically possible to his chest for comfort. It took only a moment for you to burst into tears. “I know.” He soothed softly as he moved his hand off yours and gently rubbed your back. “I know, darling. I’m here. I’ll never leave again.”

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A heavy weight hung in the air of your bathroom as you stood in front of your returned soldier, cutting his wet hair for him in the way he used to wear it. You didn’t even have to ask where his mind was, the trail of his fingertips across your currently bare stomach was hint enough. He’d stop every few moments and look up at you through his lashes, but he always looked away before you looked down.

“Did you want me to come home?” He asked as he let you turn his head to the side. You paused mid snip with a small startle and stood up straight in front of him.

“Of course I did.”

“I want the truth.” He said as he looked up into your eyes with tears in his own. “Don’t placate, that’s not who you are.” You couldn’t help but sigh as you took a step back and set your comb and scissors on the counter.

“No. I didn’t. Thinking you had just left me without a word, I wanted nothing to do with you.” You could see the hurt in his eyes as he nodded his head and dropped his eyes down to your stomach. “I was crushed, Henry! You disappeared without a word. I figured you just loved the army more than you loved me…”

“I could love nothing more than I love you!” He snapped as his gazed whipped back up to you. “Nothing!”

“Look at it from where I’m standing, baby.” You sighed as you pushed off the counter and straddled his lap. “Look at the last argument we ever had. Remember me, telling you that if you walked out that door, to never come back. I don’t forget anything, Henry. Nothing at all. So yes, when you disappeared, I didn’t want you to come back because I was hurt that you would choose a bunch of sweaty strangers over the woman you claimed to love. But not a single day went by where I didn’t think about you and want you to come back home. Not one. I wanted to call you every time I got even the smallest breakthrough in my research. I wanted to run upstairs and celebrate every time I got a little closer to getting my dad out. And you were the only one that I wanted to call when I found out I was pregnant.” Tears welled in your eyes and you looked away from him with a small shake of your head.

“I want her to be yours.” You whispered with a small sniffle. “I wanted a family with you. But I lost you, and I didn’t know if my dad was ever getting out. I had no one and I made a choice…”

“Do you want me here now?” He asked as he reached up and gently turned your face toward his. You nodded your head and sniffled as your tears fell freely on to his lap.

“I need you here. I’m better with you here. I’m lost without you and I always have been. You know that. But that’s not the question here. The question here is do you want to be here? Do you want to be here, with me… raising another man’s baby?” You didn’t hold his hesitation against him, knowing that it was not an easy question to answer, and leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss. “I have all the time in the world, baby. And I understand either way.”

“I love you.” He said as he held onto your waist before you could stand up. “I love you so damn much. And after losing the last six years of my life, I won’t lose any more. I spent every night counting down to the day I could hold you in my arms again. Even if, yes, I had to restart my count a few times until we got here. But it was better than counting the days I was away. I just knew I needed to get to you and you kept me strong in those dark times. I know it won’t be easy, my love. But I love you. And I won’t lose you again. I’d rather go back to the fucking pit I was in…”

“I love you, too.” You interrupted with a shake of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.” He nodded his head and very gently picked up your right hand with a very small smile.

“Think we can move this back to the correct hand then?” He asked as he started to pull your engagement ring off your right ring finger, where it had lived since exactly one year after he stopped writing to you. You smiled but quickly poked your lip out as you pulled your hand back the slightest bit.

“You still gunna let me clean up your pirate beard?”

“You know you are the only one that does it correctly.”

“Well I think that’s an acceptable answer.” You teased as you handed him your left hand with a smile. “Because we both know I don’t dig this… oh, who am I kidding, you’re still fucking gorgeous.”

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“I can feel you staring at me.” You said sleepily as you shifted the slightest bit against Henry’s side to stretch out your sleep stiff muscles. You felt his slight chuckle under your cheek as he dipped his chin to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry darling.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a smile as you moved your fingers under his hand on his chest to hold his thumb. You forced your eyes open and your brow furrowed when you noticed the room was still shrouded in a cloud of darkness. “Time is it?”

“Half past five.” He shrugged when you looked up at him and sighed.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Didn’t want to wake up and be back in that room.” Your heart broke for him as you pulled your hand free of his and gently touched his cheek before he could look away.

“Henry…”

“It wasn’t bad.” He said quietly as he pulled your hand back down to his chest to hold it tightly. “Truly, it wasn’t. They needed to keep us alive to help their people. We were fed scraps twice a day, and were given… well pathetic excuses for beds, but beds all the same. But the four of us lived in a small room, with no real windows, and a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling… and a bucket in the corner.”

“My God…” You gasped as you propped yourself up beside him on your elbow.

“It wasn’t that bad, my love.” He tried as he gently pulled you back down to the bed with his free hand. “We spent more time out of the room than we did in anyways. Plenty of people to patch up in a war.”

“Not that bad? Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill that is bad!”

“OK, no need to full name me here.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the darkened mood. “I was a prisoner of war, (Y/N). I wasn’t staying at the Ritz. But I knew what I was signing up for when I joined, darling. I was warned that being a medic was a far more risky job…”

“So you went anyway.” You said as you attempted to pull away again. “You left me…”

“I left to help people who needed me.” He said as he rolled with you and pinned you down to the bed carefully with his body weight. “It was never my intention to leave you. Never. My only intention was to help. And while the way I helped was less than ideal, I saved the lives of women and children that were casualties of a senseless war. And I am damn proud of that. And if I could go back and do it again, I would. Just under much more hospitable conditions where I could tell you every single day that I loved you with all of my heart and that I missed you impossibly more than that. I’m a doctor, (Y/N). That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

And I apologize from the bottom of my heart that I left you. I’m so, so sorry, my love. I never wanted to hurt you and had I known that leaving you was going to hurt you the way it has, I never would have left. I would have done a residency here in LA so I could marry the love of my life and start our family together. I’m sorry that I made you feel alone, and unloved, and forgotten because that is so far from the truth. I love you no matter what. No matter if you spent the last six years hating me, no matter if you’re pregnant with another man’s child. I love you. And I will spend the rest of my days loving you. I will love your daughter as if she is my own. And I will put up with shit from the club, and your father for the rest of time because I will never leave your side again. Fuck, I will even let you be the slightly emasculating sugar mama you tend to be when we’re out as long as I never have to go another day without you. Love, please stop crying…”

“I’m pregnant, leave me alone!” You snapped as you pulled a hand free of his grip to cover your face.

“Good crying?” He asked as he propped himself up on his knees to lean over and grab a tissue. You nodded your head and took the tissues from him as he sat back on the bed between your legs.

“You can’t do that…” You whined as you gestured to him with your free hand.

“Do what, love?”

“You can’t just sit there!” You screeched. “You’re all hot and muscly and I haven’t gotten laid properly in six years…”

“Oh, well that just won’t fucking do.” He chuckled as he took your tissues and tossed them on his bedside table. “Let me just fix that for you.”

Part 5

#too smart for your own good #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #henry cavill x reader

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cristinablackthornkingson · 3 years

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What Might’ve Been, Part 4.

It is a cold Autumn day in the year of the Chinchilla when Alex receives a phone call that changes everything forever.

It’s been 6 months since he and Sophie met and became the very best of friends, over those 6 months they’ve become increasingly protective of one another, so when Alex answers the phone and hears Sophie crying, he immediately starts to worry.

“Alex.” Sophie sobs down the line, the minute Alex picks up.

“Sophie, what is it? What’s wrong?” He asks in a concerned tone.

“Alex I missed my period again and the last couple of mornings I’ve been sick, and I’m putting on weight too.” Alex clearly remembers Sophie anxiously telling him last month that she missed her period for the first time. She did admit she had recently had unprotected sex, but she didn’t want to face the possibility that she could be pregnant, so they both brushed it off as a fluke, But now she’s having other symptoms and missed her period again, it really can’t be a fluke at this point.

“Shit.” Alex swears. “You think you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah.” Sophie sniffs.

“Oh fuck.” It’s no wonder Sophie is so upset, for one thing she’s not ready to have a baby at 17, but for another the father of the baby, the only person she’s ever slept with, was gleaned last month. Sophie didn’t love him or anything so it wasn’t absolutely devastating, but it was still hard for her, as all deaths are since she’s an empath, and now she’s going to have his baby.

“Can you buy me a pregnancy test? I’ll send you the money, I just... I can’t be seen buying a test, people recognize me and I don’t want word getting back to mom and dad before I can tell them myself.” Sophie quietly and hopefully asks, running a hand through her hair.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Alex immediately agrees. “Do you want come over to my place to take it? My mom’s out for a few hours, and I’m not going to dad’s till tomorrow, so you’ll have more privacy here.”

“Yes please.” Sophie sniffs, wiping at her tears.

“Okay, meet you at my place in about 20 minutes?”

“Okay.”

About 25 minutes later, Sophie finds herself standing in Alex’s en-suite bathroom, turning an opened pregnancy test over and over in her hands.

“Are you sure your mom won’t be back anytime soon?” She wearily asks Alex.

“Yeah I’m sure.” Alex assures her. Sophie nods and takes a breath.

“Okay, can you wait outside while I take this, then?”

“Of course, good luck.” Alex squeezes her hand before going back out into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Sophie lets out a shaky breath and pulls open the cardboard box, making sure to put in her bag and not Alex’s bin, doing the same when she rips the plastic wrapping from the test. She then takes the cap off, places it beside the sink and shoves the test between her legs, holding it there for the 8 required seconds. Once that’s done, she puts the cap back on and places it beside the sink, washes her hands and sets the timer for 2 minutes on her phone.

After a few seconds of waiting she realizes she doesn’t want to do it alone, and goes out to the room to wait with Alex.

“Well?” He asks, as she sits down to next to him.

“I dunno yet, I have to wait 2 minutes and I don’t want to wait alone.”

So they wait together, for 2 minutes, before Sophie’s alarm goes off.

“Come with me?” She hopefully asks Alex, after turning her phone alarm off.

“Of course.” He slips his hand into hers and they walk into the bathroom together. As they near the sink, Sophie’s grip on his hand tightens. She takes a deep breath, then looks straight down at the test.

‘Pregnant.’

Sophie can’t hold back her sobs, and Alex immediately wraps her in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay.” Alex quietly says. “I’m here, I love you and I support you no matter what.”

“Can I stay here a while longer? To think about my options and stuff?” Sophie weakly asks.

“Of course.”

A few minutes later they once again go back into the bedroom. At Sophie’s request Alex turns his TV on selects something at random to watch. They lie on the bed together, Sophie’s long blonde hair splayed across the pillow and her face scrunched up in concentration as she does research on options, on her phone.

They stay like this for about 2 hours, before Sophie puts her phone down and turns to Alex.

“I made up my mind, I want to place my baby for adoption, open adoption. I’m not ready to be a mom but I do want to carry this baby and choose their parents for them.” She quietly explains. Alex places his hand over hers.

“I support you, I’m here every step of the way, I’ll even help you look for parents if you want.” He tells her.

“Will you be with me when I have the baby?” She hopefully asks, unable to think of a better birth partner than her best friend.

“Absolutely.” Alex agrees immediately. It will be hard seeing Sophie in so much pain, but it’s part of his job as her best friend, to be there for the big moments like this.

“Thanks for being the best friend in the whole world, I love you.” Sophie softly says, moving in to hug Alex.

“Ditto.”

After another hour or so, Sophie decides to head home. On her walk there, she decides she wants to tell her parents now, instead of trying to hide the pregnancy until she just can’t anymore, she trusts her parents and has never kept anything from them before, she doesn’t want to start now.

When she arrives home, she leaves her bag in her room, then goes in search of her parents, hoping they’re home. Being High blade means her mom gets called out all the time for lots of reasons, so there’s a high chance just her dad is here.

However she soon finds them both in the kitchen, her mom cooking something at the stove and her dad standing behind her mom, his hands on her waist as he leans in to say something that makes her laugh. Sophie can so easily picture them 18 years ago when they were expecting her, they always tell her how excited and thrilled they were when they found out she was on the way, she wishes her own pregnancy were such a happy occasion.

Her dad is the first to spot her, lingering in the doorway.

“Ah we were wondering if you were ever going to come home again, I hope you didn’t get Alex into any trouble.” He teases, knowing how mischievous Sophie is, she looks so sweet and innocent, but she’s far from it, she and the very quiet and shy Alex make an odd team, but they also make sense.

“Oh Michael leave her alone.” Marie admonishes, turning to smile at her daughter, quietly noting the tear tracks on her face, trying not to let fear and worry for her daughter get the best of her.

“A-are you guys busy?” Sophie asks, her voice hoarse.

“Never too busy for you dear.” Marie softly says.

“Can we talk, please? I have to tell you something.”

“Of course, what is it?” Marie asks, taking a seat at the kitchen table and gesturing for her husband and daughter to join her.

Sophie had planned to beat around the bush a little before telling her parents the truth, but when sits down across from them, her nerves get the better of her and her plan goes out the window.

“I’m pregnant.” Sophie blurts out, wincing at how the words sound.

There is a tense silence for a moment, before Michael speaks up.

“Is it Alex’s?” He asks in a toneless voice. Sophie shakes her head.

“No, Alex and I are friends, best friends, but nothing else. It’s always been that way and it will always be that way, and besides, he’s gay.”

“Well then who is the father? And is he going to be involved? I hope he knows I’m not about to sit back and let the boy who knocked up my daughter, just walk away from the situation.” Marie’s tone is firm with more than a hint of anger.

“It’s no one you know, just a guy from school I had a bit of a fling with, we weren’t even really together, just went on a few dates, and obviously slept together. But no, he won’t be involved, he can’t be.” Sophie tells them, cringing slightly when she notices anger flash in her mother’s eyes.

“Is that what he told you? He can’t? That, my dear, is absolute bullshit. Who is this boy? I want to speak to him.”

“No mom, you don’t understand!” Sophie protests.

“Oh I understand perfectly well Sophia Amelia, don’t think you’re off the hook, I’m very disappointed in you but we’ll take about that in a minute.” Before her mother can start lecturing her again, Sophie interrupts her

“He can’t be involved because he’s dead, he was gleaned a few weeks ago, by Scythe Madison.”

The anger in Marie’s expressions is immediately replaced with shock and guilt.

“Oh.” She quietly says. “Oh Sophie I’m so sorry, I would never have asked had I known.” She reaches over to cover her daughter’s hand with her own. Sophie shrugs.

“It’s fine, it’s not like we were madly in love or anything.”

“Are you going to keep the baby?” Michael asks, speaking for the first time in a few minutes.

“i’m going to have the baby and then place them for adoption, I want to carry and bring this baby into the world myself, and choose their parents myself. I’m not fit to be a mom or raise a baby, but I want to do something for them, even if it’s just carrying them and giving birth to them myself, instead of letting The Thunderhead incubate the baby and place them with the right family.”

“Well, as your mother said earlier, I am disappointed in you Sophie. You were taught better than to have unprotected sex when you aren’t ready for a child, there are a lot of options for protection out there, it was very irresponsible of you not to use any of them.” Michael calmly says, looking his daughter straight in the eye.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Sophie admits.

“And I think I can speak for your father as well as myself when I say we aren’t thrilled about the pregnancy, we’re not mad or angry but disappointed.” Marie adds in.

“That being said.” Michael starts, his tone still very calm. “You’re choice to place the baby for adoption is a very mature one, and responsible, and for that I’m proud of you. We will support you every step of the way through this, you’re our daughter and we’re always going to love and support you.”

Sophie feels as though a weight has been lifted off her chest, she was so worried her parents would be furious with her for making such a big mistake. It is a relief beyond words to have their support.

Over the next few months, Sophie does her very best to hide her pregnancy, as the daughter of The High-Blade, a teen pregnancy would cause a lot of scandal and drama, and would lead to people questioning her mother and father’s parenting skills. They both made it clear that Sophie absolutely did not have to hide her pregnancy, they didn’t care what people said about them they just want her to be happy, but Sophie wanted and wants to keep this pregnancy as quiet as possible.

She does manage to hide the pregnancy, right up until 5 months.

On a warm day in March, when Sophie is meant to be studying for school but gets distracted reading about her parents history, online, her phone suddenly starts to buzz, continuously, with notification alerts.

With a confused frown Sophie turns away from her laptop and picks up her phone, her eyes widening when she unlocks it and sees the screen filled with notifications of people tagging her in posts, on social media. She clicks through the first one, and is brought to twitter. What she sees when the post loads, makes her heart sink into her stomach.

The post has been made by Caroline Thatcher-Edison, daughter of Scythes Margaret Thatcher and Thomas Edison, she’s 1 year Sophie’s junior and does not like her at all, Sophie’s mom says it’s because Caroline is jealous of Sophie’s fame as the first child born to two Scythes. (Although, technically Alex is the first, being a month older than Sophie, but since he was off grid for most of his life, the title still belongs to Sophie.)

Caroline has posted a picture of Sophie standing outside her home here at Fallingwater, in the picture Sophie is in the process of zipping up a baggy jacket, but with it unzipped you can clearly see her perfectly round stomach, under her white t-shirt.

‘Look what I found in the Thunderhead’s back-brain!’ The caption reads. ‘Seems like little miss perfect @SophieFaraday-Curie isn’t so perfect after all.’

“No.” Sophie quietly says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh no no no!” She opens up the other notifications to find that the picture has already blown up and received many responses, good, bad and in between.

Alex Kwon @AlexanderKwon 45 seconds ago.

‘Hey take this down, you have no business using a private photo of Sophie, you’re not even meant to be in the back-brain, you just admitted that your parents broke the law by letting you do something that’s only reserved for Scythes and their apprentices.’

Lucia Peron @luciaP 40 seconds ago.

And I’m suppose to care because....?

William Ford @WillFord 20 seconds ago.

Oh god I use to have a crush on her! Now she’s just used goods, ugh! It’s always the pretty ones, she probably let some asshole guy who doesn’t treat her right, knock her up, when she could have had a genuinely nice guy like me! What a slut!

Sophie feels sick to her stomach after reading the last comment, how can someone talk about another human being that way? Just as the tears start to fall, she hears a soft, familiar and comforting voice.

“Sophie.” She turns, and sees her parents standing in the doorway, both looking worried but also furious. Seeing them is a big comfort to Sophie, she needs them right now, more than ever.

“Mama, daddy, I....” Sophie begins, but breaks off as the sobs start to catch in her throat.

“Oh my love.” Marie softly says, quickly making her way across the room and embracing her daughter tightly, with Michael following behind.

“Lets put this away for now, hm? It’s not going to do you any good to read through the replies.” Michael softly suggests, picking Sophie’s phone up and placing it in her desk drawer.

“I-I knew Caroline hated me but why would anyone do something like this to anyone?” Sophie asks in a tight tone, resting her head against her mother’s chest.

“Oh Sophie, my sweet girl, I’m afraid there are a lot of nasty people out there who just want to hurt others. I think your father and I may have sheltered you a bit too much, we never wanted you to hurt like we did.” Marie quietly says.

“You’re the most precious thing in the world to us Sophie, always have been and always will be, we wanted and want to give you the most perfect, happy life possible, but I think in the process of that we forgot we all have to experience some degree of hurt at some stage, as a little girl we could protect you from the harsh realities of the world, but now you’re growing up and we can’t protect you quiet so easily anymore.” Michael says in a wistful done, brushing Sophie’s hair back from her face.

“How am I suppose to deal with this? I don’t really care what people think of me, but I don’t want to have to face those heinous comments everyday, both online and in real life.” Sophie asks, worried that this is going to be her life from now on.

“People will talk Soph, no matter what, I’m afraid there isn’t anything we can do to stop it, but we will be here to love you and support you through it all, and in time it will become old news and people will stop talking about it. It might take a couple weeks, or months or maybe even years, but it will get old eventually and will be forgotten about.”

Over the next couple of days Sophie’s Aunts Anastasia and Munira help her write an address to the public, confirming her pregnancy but also telling them that she’ll be placing the baby for adoption.

Of course, when people hear of this 2 days later, it causes a lot of uproar and focus on her. A lot of people think Sophie should have to keep the baby, as they are now technically next in line to be High-Blade, since Sophie has rejected the claim to the title herself. If the baby is adopted out and no longer legally Sophie’s child, then they will also loose their claim to the title.

Some people message Sophie and plead with her to place her baby with them, though it’s very clear they just want a famous kid, which is the exact opposite from the type of parents Sophie is looking for, she wants her baby to have a normal, quiet life with people who don’t care about her biological relation to the High-Blade.

2 weeks after the revelation, Conclave takes place, and of course Sophie’s pregnancy is the main topic of conversation among the Scythes.

As Marie and Michael make their way into the Rotunda to begin Conclave, they hear many comments about Sophie and her situation.

“Did you hear about Curie’s daughter?” Scythe Eisenhower asks Scythe Addams.

“No, what about her?”

“She’s pregnant!”

“No!”

“Yes, and apparently the father went and got himself gleaned just weeks before she found out she’s pregnant.”

“My god, what a mess!”

As they near the front of the room, they hear a conversation between Scythe Victoria and Scythe Bush.

“Is it true that The High-Blade’s daughter has gone and got herself pregnant?”

“Yes it is.”

“And she’s only 16?”

“Yes, and she’s not even keeping the baby, she’s placing it for adoption.”

“Disgraceful. she needs to step up and accept responsibility, stupid little girl.”

Michael has to physically restrain Marie from whirling around and yelling at Scythe Bush for calling Sophie ‘Stupid little girl.’

As Marie takes her place at the podium at the front of the room, Michael takes his seat in the middle of the first row, right in front of Marie. It’s where he’s sat every single Conclave for the last 16 years, since Marie became High-Blade.

The murmurs from the crowd immediately start to fade, when everyone notices Marie take her place, giving them all a hard stare.

“First matter of business today.” Marie begins. “You will all get my daughter’s name out of your mouths and stop your childish gossiping about her, you should all be ashamed, grown adults who are meant to be the most respectful people in our society, sitting around gossiping about a 16 year old, my 16 year old.

Let me make it clear right here and now that Michael and I support our daughter no matter what, Sophie made a mistake, as many young people do. By choosing to place the child for adoption, Sophie is not avoiding her consequences nor being selfish, she is doing the very opposite. She has chosen to give up nine months of her life to carry and bring her child into the world herself, and find the best parents the child could ask for.

She knows she’s not ready to be a parent, and by choosing to place her child with someone who is ready to be a parent, my daughter is making a very brave, noble, mature and selfless choice.

I will not make any further comment on the topic, so do not even think to ask. I am also banning this topic of conversation at Conclave, forever, effective immediately.”

Meanwhile, Alex is possibly the most angry he’s ever felt in all his life. He can’t believe someone would hurt his best friend this way, and that people would react so cruelly to such a tough situation.

“It’s just not fair mom! Why would people do this to Sophie? What has she ever done to deserve anything like this?” Alex exclaims in a furious tone, pacing around the living room while his mother tries to calm him down.

“Because people are assholes Alex, for no reason sometimes. I use to be one of those people, I use to like hurting people because it made me feel better about myself, it didn’t matter if the person had done anything or not, it made me feel powerful and in charge. You’re the one who changed that about me Alex, don’t ever forget that.” Olivia tells him, knowing that if she hadn’t chosen Alex over Goddard, and this all happened while Goddard was alive and she was still infatuated with him, she would have been one of the people talking shit about Sophie, too.

“You’re a Scythe can’t you glean them?!” Alex blurts out in a moment of frustration. Olivia’s heart feels like it stops for a minute, this is what she has always been afraid of, that Alex would turn out to be like Goddard, that though they share no biological condition, Goddard did impact and affect Alex during Olivia’s pregnancy.

“Alex, 1. I’m not a Scythe anymore, I gave that up for you and I don’t regret for a second, and it means I can’t glean anyone. And 2. Even if I could it be extremely immoral and unjust and exactly like something Goddard would do.” This immediately catches Alex off guard, and makes him realize what a horrible thing that was to say.

“Oh my god you’re right! Oh my god mom I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean it! I-I’m just so angry and want to do whatever I can to stop Sophie hurting and I... I swear I’m not like him!” The panic in Alex’s tone breaks Olivia’s heart, and she quickly crosses the room to pull him into her arms, running a hand through his hair and rubbing his back soothingly.

“I know kiddo, I know.” She softly says. “It’s okay, you’re fiercely loyal, like me. That’s a good thing, but you also have my temper, you just need to be careful and not act on spur of the moment thoughts, okay?” Alex nods, holding onto his mother tightly.

“I love you mom.”

“I love you too Alex.”

One month later when all they hype and gossip dies down, Sophie starts actively looking for adoptive parents for her baby. She’s decided to start her search on a website where expecting parents can look at perspective adoptive parents’ profiles, and choose to ‘Match’ with them, after which they can message privately, arrange to meet up, exchange more information and details, etc.

After about an hour of trawling through the website and not finding anyone she likes, Sophie comes across a profile that catches her eye.

The picture is of a woman with dark brown skin, long and curly black hair and warm, big brown eyes. Her smile is the first thing that catches Sophie’s eye, it’s so bright, full and real.

The name below the picture reads ‘Safiya Adel.’ Sophie clicks through to her profile.

The first thing she sees is a picture of Safiya sitting in what seems to be a living room, she is beaming into the camera as she has her arms around two dogs, a golden retriever and a border collie. This instantly makes Sophie like Safiya anymore, Sophie loves dogs and has plans to have many, many of her own when she’s a bit older and moves out on her own.

Below the picture are a few lines written by Safiya. They read

‘We haven’t met yet but I already love you and your child, and hold you close in my heart. I promise to give your child a happy and safe home, with a mother who loves them beyond all words and will do anything for them.’

It almost brings a tear to Sophie’s eye, it is so sweet and meaningful.

On the left of the profile is some information about Safiya, and preferences for a child.

Quick Facts About Safiya.

Age: 36.

Sex: Female.

Gender: Trans woman.

Preferences For a Child.

Age: Any.

Sex: Any.

Multiple Children: Twins, triplets, etc. And sibling groups.

Race/Ethnicity: Any.

Post Adoption Contact/Openness.

Open. (Open to all contact pre and post placement, open to meeting pre and post placement, regular visits, letters, photos, etc.)

Sophie then clicks through into the ‘About’ section, to learn more about Safiya, she’s trying not to get her hopes up but so far she seems like the perfect person.

Work and Education.

Education: Masters in Business.

Occupation: Business Owner.

Environment.

Country: Merica.

Region: EastMerica.

Relationship: Single.

Neighborhood: Modern.

Residency: House.

Pet(s): 2 dogs.

Children: None.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Sophie can no longer hold back her excitement, Safiya is exactly the kind of person she’s been looking for. She seems warm and friendly and definitely someone who could give a child a lot of love. She’s okay with an open placement so Sophie can still see the baby once they’re born, and she lives nearby so it won’t be hard to see the baby often.

She is about to click the ‘Contact’ button, when she hears a voice from the doorway.

“There you are, I was wondering where you had wandered off to.” Sophie looks up to see her dad coming into the room, wearing a casual white jumper and black trousers, he and Marie never really wear their robes at home, just casual street clothes, they started doing that when Sophie was a baby and if they wore their robes around her they would end up having to wash them almost everyday, so a few weeks after her birth they decided to just wear normal clothes at home, and put their robes on for gleaning, Conclaves, meetings, etc.

“Did this really use to be Aunt Anastasia’s room, when she lived with mom?” Sophie curiously asks, shifting to a more comfortable position on the small sofa in front of the fireplace.

“I believe it was, yes. What are you doing up here?” Michael asks, coming to sit next to Sophie.

“Looking for adoptive parents, I just found the most amazing sounding person, look.” Sophie hands her father her tablet that’s still open to Safiya’s page on the adoption website.

Michael takes a minute to skim through it, before turning back to Sophie.

“She does sound ideal, with her being so close by, just over in Eastmerica, it will be easy for you to visit her and the baby.” He notes, handing Sophie back the tablet.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. I think I’m going to choose her, dad.” Sophie quietly says, hugging the tablet to her chest.

“She sounds like a great person.” Michael then reaches out and squeezes Sophie’s hand. “I’m so proud of you Sophie, and I love you so much.”

A while later Sophie sends a message to Safiya, asking to meet up so she can get to know her better, because she’s chosen her as her baby’s adoptive parent. Safiya is of course overjoyed and beyond thankful to Sophie, and happily agrees to meet her next week, at a café just 20 minutes from Fallingwater.

Marie, Michael and Alex all offer to go with Sophie to the meeting, but she insists on going on her, she wants to make a good first impression and not intimidate Safiya by bringing along A. Her mother, High-Blade of Midmerica. B. Her father, famous and well known Honorable Scythe Faraday, and C. Her best friend, the son of the former Scythe Rand and technically the late Scythe Goddard.

Before she knows it, Sophie finds herself sitting across from Safiya, getting to know her. She runs a clothing shop here in Eastmerica, a very successful and popular one, and seeing as she’s her own boss she can take as long as she feels fit, for maternity leave, once the baby arrives.

“I just want to say again how grateful I am to you for choosing me, I know it can’t have been an easy decision and I so admire your strength and bravery.” Safiya tells Sophie, in an admiring tone. Sophie blushes and shrugs her shoulders.

“I want to do what’s best for this baby, I want them to have as equally an amazing life as I did.

You’re welcome to be really involved in the rest of the pregnancy, you can come to scans and stuff all the time, and be at the hospital when the baby’s born, but not in the delivery room, no offense but I only want my mom and my best friend there, you can come in after the baby is born.

Also, right after they’re born, I want some time alone with them, just half an hour or so. I’ll always love this baby as my own, no matter what, before I place her with you and let you become her mom, I want a few minutes with her, a few minutes as her mom.” Sophie is beginning to get teary eyed, she really wishes she were in the right position to keep this baby, she loves them so, so much and the idea of placing her for adoption is just heart wrenching, but she knows she needs to do it, for the baby’s sake.

“Of course, whatever you want. The baby is still yours as of right now, and it’s your pregnancy, so whatever you say, goes.” Safiya assures Sophie, making her sigh in relief.

They talk for another hour or so, before they part ways. While Safiya heads out to her car, Sophie stay in the café for a bit longer, to process everything that just happened. She looks down at her stomach and places her hand on her bump, stroking it softly with her thumb.

“We did it baby, we found you the perfect home.”

The next 3 months pass by in a blur, and soon Sophie is just a week from her due date. She’s tired all the time now, and oddly desperate for the pregnancy to be over, and to go on a bit longer. On one hand she won’t miss the fatigue and how heavy the baby is, but on the other hand she’ll miss feeling her kick and having her with her everywhere 24/7.

Currently Sophie is standing at the kitchen sink, filling up a glass of water. however just as she turns the tap off, she is gripped with an immense pain in her stomach and back, a pain like no other. She imagines this is what it would feel like if someone stabbed her.

She bites her lip to prevent a groan or scream of pain, and grips tightly onto the edge of the sink, bending over a little and trying to breathe through the pain.

“Mom!” Sophie weakly calls out, as the pain starts to intensify. She’s really getting scared now.

“Sophie? Are you alright dear, what is it?” She hears her mom ask, and soon feels a hand land on her back. Sophie lets out a shuddering breath.

“I think I’m in labor.” She weakly says.

“Do you want to go to the hospital now, or wait a bit?” Marie asks. She had opted to have a home birth with Sophie, so has no experience in when the best time to go into hospital is.

“Now, I want something for the pain.”

Marie drives Sophie to the hospital, while Michael agrees to follow them in an hour or so, since Sophie only wants him there after the baby is born, and her labor could last hours.

On the way to the hospital she calls Alex, who agrees to meet them there. She also calls Safiya to let her know she needs to start making her way to the hospital.

Even with her nanites adjusted to help ease the pain, Sophie’s labor is still awfully painful and very, very long. She is beyond glad to have Alex and her mom with her, they’re such a huge comfort and help to her.

After 15 hours of labor, Sophie finally feels ready to push and decides to do so sitting upright at the end of the bed, Alex holding her hand and her mom helping to support her and keep her calm.

The pushing is very difficult, but Sophie’s midwife is extremely encouraging and doesn’t try to force her into positions that will get baby out faster.

“Okay Sophie I can see baby’s head now, nearly there.” The Midwife calmly says, two hours into pushing. Sophie feels some relief at having finally gotten somewhere and made some progress after so long.

She takes in a shaky breath, grips Alex’s hand and leans forward into her push, letting out a long and deep groan of pain.

“That’s it keep it coming sweetheart, keep it coming.” The midwife encourages as baby’s head slowly but surely starts to emerge.

After a few more seconds Sophie stops the push as her contraction ends, and takes a minute to catch her breath.

“Baby’s head is out now Sophie, well done, nearly there.” The Midwife smiles up at her, from her position crouched on the floor, ready to guide baby out.

“It really hurts.” Sophie says in a breathy, wobbly tone.

“I know but it’s almost over I promise.” The midwife tells her.

“You’re doing so well Sophie, so well. It’s almost over now, just a couple more pushes and it will be over.” Marie quietly says, wiping the sweat off Sophie’s forehead, with a damp washcloth.

“You got this Soph, you’re the strongest person ever, you can do it.” Alex encourages, squeezing her hand. The next contraction starts to wash over Sophie and she starts to push again, griping Alex’s hand so hard he almost yelps in pain.

“Oh god Alex I hate you!” Sophie wails as the pain intensifies.

“Me? Why me?” Alex asks in a confused tone.

“Because you’re a man and I hate men now.” Sophie pants, making Alex even more confused. He looks to Marie for help, she just smiles lightly.

“Don’t worry she doesn’t really hate you, I said the same thing to Michael when Sophie was being born, I didn’t mean a word of it and neither does she. People talk nonsense when they’re overwhelmed.” She gently explains.

“Okay Sophie, baby is out up to their shoulders now, one more big push and they’ll be here.”

Sophie groans, takes a deep breath and starts to push again.

A few seconds later she feels the baby slip out into the Midwife’s awaiting hands, and soon a sharp wail rings throughout the delivery room.

“Oh Sophie you did it! Oh you clever, clever girl I am so proud of you.” Marie says in a tight and teary tone, smoothing a hand over her daughter’s hair and kissing her temple.

“You did awesome Soph, really awesome.” Alex tells her.

“Boy or girl?” Sophie asks the midwife.

“Girl. Would you like to hold her?” Sophie nods and holds her arms out for the baby. The midwife carefully passes her up to Sophie, tucking a blanket in around the baby to keep her warm.

Sophie brings her baby to her chest and immediately falls in love with her all over again. She looks so much like her, with her skin tone, bone structure and eye shape, as well a few wisps of blonde hair. She is absolutely perfect.

Tears of joy well up in Sophie’s eyes and she pulls her baby closer and kisses her forehead.

“Hello.” She quietly says. “I love you. Letting you go is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s not forever, we’ll still see eachother all the time. I wish I was in the right place to give you your best shot at life, i love you so much and I really want to be your mom, but you deserve just as happy a childhood as I had, and I can’t give you that.”

“Oh Sophie she’s so beautiful, well done my dear, well done.” Marie softly says, smiling down at her granddaughter as she rubs her daughter’s back soothingly.

“I can’t wait to be her favoriet cool uncle.” Alex grins at Sophie, his face lighting up when the baby wraps her little hand around his finger. “Aw see! She loves me already.” Sophie laughs and leans her forehead against Alex’s.

“You’re such a dork.” She sniffs.

“Yeah but you love me for it.”

After a few more minutes, Sophie asks one of the nurses to go bring Safiya in, to meet her daughter. The nurse happily obliges and a few minutes later, returns with Safiya behind her.

Sophie smiles at Safiya and gestures for her to come closer.

“Here, meet your daughter.” Sophie quietly says, carefully passing the baby to Safiya, who holds her with all the care in the world.

“Oh.” Safiya quietly says, stroking the baby’s soft little cheek. “Hello beautiful, I can’t believe I get to love you and raise you forever, I am one lucky woman.”

“Do you have a name for her?” Sophie asks, leaning back against the pillows. Safiya smiles and nods.

“Yes I do, Stephanie, Stevie for short.”

“Oh, Stevie Adel, I love it.” Sophie says.

“I’m glad, I want her to have a name you like, too. Sophie I really cannot even begin to explain how grateful I am to you for giving me the gift of this beautiful little girl, allowing me to become a mother.”

“You don’t need to thank me, just promise me you’ll give her the best, most happy life she could ever hope for.”

“Absolutely, you have my word.”

2 days later, both Sophie and little Stevie are discharged from the hospital. Safiya and Sophie walk out of the hospital together, Safiya holding little Stevie.

“I promise I’ll send you pictures as soon as we get home, and you can come visit whenever you want, okay?” Safiya asks, turning to Sophie when they reach the parking lot. Sophie nods.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Safiya pulls her in for a hug, before making her way over to her car. She quickly but gently buckles Stevie in, then gets in and starts to drive off, waving at Sophie through the window.

“You okay?” Alex asks Sophie, as they watch Safiya pull out of the parking lot. Sophie nods.

“Yeah.” She says. “It’s just hard.” Just then she feels a hand land on her shoulder and she turns to see her dad standing there, smiling proudly at her.

“Some of the hardest choices we make, Sophie, are the best choices. I am so incredibly proud of you.”

Sophie knows he’s right, this is the hardest choice she’s ever had to made, but she also know it’s the best choice she’s ever made, and though it hurts like hell, she doesn’t regret it for a second.

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All Things Must Pass -- Dean Winchester CHAPTER SIX

Dean Winchester x (female) Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader and Dean Winchester reunite after not seeing each other in a few years, ever since he told her to leave him and his issues behind. Reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like because of past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2k

CHAPTER SIX

1992, Texas - last holiday as a family

It was snowing heavily and nonstop in Texas that year. Although it was melting to the ground, you appreciated the white snowflakes falling against the apartment window making it feel like the holidays.

At just fifteen years old, there were so many things on your holiday list of things you wanted that were either too expensive or seemed too childish for you. It was at that age, you would just stick to asking for fairy tales and other books for the rest of your teenage years. And if you ever received something that felt too young for you, you would pass them down to Stevie. You were sitting on the faded blue couch in your family's fourth apartment of the last couple of years, watching your parents sit at the dinner table with a bunch of books spread out. They were researching for someone they knew, and since it was the holidays they wanted to get things done by tonight, in order to spend time with you and Stevie.

Since you were born, your parents were trying to balance a normal life and hunting. It wasn't easy, but they were managing. See before they had you, they met on a hunt and occasionally ran into each other a few times until they decided to team up. They met other hunters and friends along the way, creating lifelong friendships and ended up falling for each other and having you.

As you sat there, a book in your hands as the record player spins some Fleetwood Mac, your mom's favorite, you wonder if you'll end up doing what your parents do. Hunting. They didn't hide it from you, they told you last year because you were smart. They still kept it from Stevie, she was too young to understand and needed to be protected. Stevie comes running out the small bedroom you two shared, holding some thin children's book ranting at the top of her lungs. She was reading some mystery book, flailing around claiming she solved the case before the main character.

"Stevie! I know you love these books, but you have to take it easy." Your mom laughs as she stands up from the wooden cheap chair and grabs her, throwing herself down on the couch right next to you. Stevie starts giggling once mom starts tickling her.

"Alright girls," Your father stands up and walks over to stand in front of the three of you with a smile that he's trying to hide. "Got some bad news."

You sit up quickly, pushing your book off your legs and panic. "Please don't tell me you guys gotta go? I mean, it's the holiday season and..."

"Seriously, Travis?" Your mom shakes her head. "Don't scare them like that."

"Ah, sorry." He sits down next to you and pulls you into him. "The bad news is that we won't be around for New Years. But...we have a few days until we gotta go."

"Bad news first then the good news." Your mom turns to you. "That's always the best order to go in when you gotta tell someone something."

"So, what's the good news!?" Stevie jumps out of her arms and starts to dance around the room to the music.

You and your parents smile, watching Stevie "dance" along the dull creamy colored carpet under yellow toned light, to 'Everywhere'.

"The good news is that you get a few more gifts than normal." Dad smiles.

"Yeah, our friend Bobby helped us out with these." Your mom smiles as she stares at yo and Stevie. "And, you get to open them tonight."

"Only if you girls eat your damn vegetables tonight. I swear, it's like you're both allergic."

On this last holiday with your parents, something you never thought was a possibility, they made dinner together with music playing loudly in the living room. It wasn't rare to have these nights, but it didn't happen all the time either. After dinner, the four of you were sitting in the living room, which was literally five steps away from the table and kitchen. A few gifts were wrapped for you and Stevie. Your mom sits next to you as Stevie tears through gifts and plays around with them with your dad.

"I want you to know, Y/N," Your mom begins. "What you dream, what you read...everything you want, you can have it. What your father and I do, doesn't have to be your life okay? But it's okay if you want it to be. You have so many options. Although I don't necessarily want you in that life, I know once you're older you'll be capable to make these decisions on your own."

Your mom sits down on the floor with you and hands you the gift, watching your eyes glisten from the white lights that hang on the walls for holiday decoration.

Your fingers gently opened the brown thick paper covering as Stevie ripped through hers. The skinny wool string that was tied around it had come off as you pushed the gift under it, revealing dark green leather. It was The Little Mermaid, an old edition but it was beautiful. Gold lettering shinning on the cover and catching the white lights that were hung up behind you.<em>

"The Little Mermaid." You smile.

"Do you remember when I used to read this to you before bed?"

She also meant if you remembered her reading some of it before she would leave for hunts.

"Yeah, I do." You placed the book down and engulf your mom into the biggest hug. You always loved reading ever since you would listen to her voice reading you fairy tales, classic stories and books that centered on a character taking on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, mom. I really love it." You pull away a smile.

"I love you." Your mom wraps her arm around you and leans against the couch.

"I love you too, mom." You close your eyes and hold onto her arm.

"Cath, let's say we do some hot chocolate for the girls and they get ready on the couch for a movie or two." Your dad says, and Stevie jumps up and runs over to your mom.<em>

"Sure thing." She smiles and runs her fingers through your hair. "Can you handle Stevie for a bit?"

"When can I not?" You laugh as you grab your sister and start messing around with her as she continues to laugh and yell at the top of her lungs.

As your parents worked together in the kitchen and to make tonight special before they go on one of their last hunts, you sit there on the couch holding the book you were gifted up against your chest. Stevie sits close by you, her hands playing around with some toy that she unwrapped not too long ago. You watch your parents stand close by each other as they make snacks and hot coco for everyone. Your dad's arm wraps around your mom's neck and you see him leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head.

Sitting there, you smile softly to yourself as you begin to wonder if maybe one day you'll be just as lucky as them. Whether it's in the hunting life or not, you were silently wishing you you'd be as smart, strong and brave like your mom and rave and confident like your dad. What they had, you wanted.

That was the last holiday you and Stevie had with your parents. Like they said, they wouldn't be home for New Years. But a week after that, your parents came home a mess, scurrying around trying to get things packed and moving. It was that very night you realized they were in trouble. Leaving your apartment, you watched your parents get ripped away from you and Stevie by something, as another hunter who went by the name John Winchester saved your life.

2007 - inside the impala, on the road.

"You alright over there?"

You start blinking out of your trance of the one last good memory you've held on with your family. Clearing your throat, you roll down the impala window to get some air and take a few seconds before you turn your head to Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess."

"Are you sure, because you look like you're sick or something."

"I said I'm fine." You snap, before sighing and realize that it's not the best to get mad right now.

"Tis the season to be merry, am I right?" Dean scoffs as he turns on the radio, pushing the dial for the sound much higher.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know I'm not the biggest fan of the holiday season."

"You and me both." Dean scoffs. "What's on your mind?"

The silence plays throughout the car for awhile, making you want to open the car door and just jump out and avoid everything. Your parents, the antagonizing memory and Dean's deal. You start to re-think the idea of sticking around with the Winchester's, not sure if you can take it anymore.

"Dean?"

He hums in response as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"I was just thinking about my parents and the holidays." You say softly as you look back out the window. "Last time I saw them...well the last time I saw them on a normal day, we had a 7great night. It's just I see all the christmas lights, all the decorations and I get to thinking about them."

"You miss them." Dean says.

"Every day, but now a little bit more." You lean against the car door and look back at Dean, wrinkling your forehead as you stare with empathy. "Then it got me thinking about you, about you know...the deal."

"Y/N." His hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles turning pink as his posture stiffens.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but you do know that we're here. It's not just us that's hurting...I know deep down, Dean, that you're hurting too. And that's okay, but what's not is that you're trying to hide it and I can see it."

"I'm-I'm not hiding anything." Dean says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he drives. His right arm drops from the wheel and rests on his thigh. "Just drop it, alright?"

"Dean, all I'm saying is...it's okay to talk about things." You reach over and grab his hand to squeeze it, letting him know you're there. "I know it's been a while, and things got messy the last time we spoke. But I am here and like you used to say to me, no one has to go through life alone. Especially not this one. So Dean, please..."

Dean begins loosening his hand that is holding his thigh tightly, ready to flip his palm to face up. He doesn't want to talk, not now and not yet anyways. As it loosens, he slowly turns it over and lets his hand gently grasps on to yours. In surprise of his actions, you smile and keep your hand open, waiting for him to make the next move. A path to forgiveness between two friends and unresolved tension lingers between just the lack of inches between your hands. You're ready, but he's slowly hesitating.

And just as he's about to make a move to hold your hand, your cell phone goes off catching you two in an awkward space. As he drives, he looks over at you for a moment and you stare into his darkened green eyes After a few rings, you take your hand away and open your flip phone and answer the call.

Stevie's on the phone and Sam's driving your truck, telling you about yet another unusual case up in Michigan. She tells you that everyone should stop soon for a food break and to go over the case before traveling any further.

"Stevie and Sam have a case." You say after a few seconds. "She said to stop at the next exit for food and we'll go over it."

"Got it."

And that's all he says for the next hour in the impala, before you get to the rest stop and he begins to banter Sam and avoids the (one sided) conversation you two had just an hour ago. You don't want to push him, but you want him to know that he's never been alone in this. No matter what happened between the two of you, there will be a way to save him. Even if you can't get too close to the deal, or the demons or researching a way out, you'll be there.

not my favorite, might go back and edit eventually! but enjoy and happy holidays. i’ll be back with two chapters this week or next week just in time for christmas + it’ll be centered around the A Very Supernatural Christmas episode in s3!!

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