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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Hey!! I was wondering if you'd write this.

Reader's being stalked and goes to the police for help, Dick gets assigned to the case and escorts her home only for the reader to find out he's her stalker??

Smut!! Non-con.

Dark! Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader

a/n: y'all I took a good lil break fa a minute

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, GASLIGHTING

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You fiddled with your fingers in the GCPD. You were waiting to be allowed in the back in order to speak with Commissioner Gordon about maybe getting some help with your stalker situation. Whoever was following you, was beginning to really worry you. Some nights you'd come home to your door being wide open and stuff missing, your bed messed up, and a musk smell in the air.

You weren't safe, and you knew it.

"Hey Ma'am, Gordon wants you in his office."

You were snapped out of your trance as Cash motioned to the back. You nodded and moved to the door. A gruffed out voice allowed you in. You closed the door behind you as you walked through the door, taking a seat afterwards. Commissioner Gordon sat there, and gave you a small warm smile. "So what's the problem here ma'am?"

You explained what had been happening the past few weeks and the Commissioner took notes, just letting you vent out your frustrations. "Well Ma'am, this is a solid stalker case and I can make a warrant for arrest. But, I don't have a face nor a person to even start off as suspects."

"What do I need to do then Commissioner?"

"Not a damn thing, I'm assuming you know of Batman and his entire ya know, clique?"

You raised a brow, why would they have anything to do with the case you were building? None the less you answered, "Yes?"

"Well, I'm going to put one of them to your case, don't worry they'll let you know they're onto you. Trust me, it's for the best that it's one of them. Those freaks are quiet and stealthy as hell." You let out a small laugh and your heart rate slowed down. If all they had to do was make sure you're safe, then you're okay with that.

"As long as something is getting done, thank you for understanding."

"Hey, what are we here for?"

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You stood at the side of your window gazing longingly at the sky. Your paints were scattered everywhere, the muggy sky only needing some gray and blue. Everything was so bleak and bland, and you haven't heard anything for the past 2 days, was someone in your case yet?

Deep in Thought, you picked up another glob of blue oil paint and was nearly about to paint until you saw a man outside your window. You screamed and jumped back, tripping on some loose clothes you didn't have the energy to pick up. Your window opened as he climbed through, shutting it behind himself. He rushed over to your side and pulled you up.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't think I'd scare you that bad." He said rubbing your shoulders. "I'm Nightwing, as you probably already know. And they put me on your case, so just think of me like your guardian angel." You smiled and let out a breath of relief. You were glad it was him out of all the other vigilantes. He was carefree and easy going, and that's exactly what you needed.

"Thanks, um are you hungry or something? Sorry I just don't want you to be hanging around and not be comfortable." You picked up your paintbrush and dumped it back in your water cup. Nightwing gave a sheepish smile.

"Trust me I'm alright, it's my job to watch over you, so don't worry about me."

Having him around would definitely lift some stress from your shoulders. You could finally focus on your art and making rent.

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Nightwing escorted you home every late art show you had, giving you someone to talk to about your troubles and worries. And all the stalker junk dialed down, hell you barely even felt like someone was watching you these days.

"Hey I need to stop and get something real quick, wanna come with me real quick?" Nightwing snapped you out of your thoughts. You shrugged and nodded as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the nearest alleyway. You felt your trust in your guardian angel falter. He kept dragging you deeper into the alleyway, he's so happy about it too, laughing all the while. He turned into a nearby doorway. He kept going down the abandoned hall and finally opened a door.

"Go ahead and rest for a bit, I'll be right back." He motioned towards the couch he had in the apartment's living room. He walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. You went ahead and sat down on the couch and looked around. The door out had 3 locks which raised some concerns. Maybe he was just wary like that? He is a vigilante after all.

The TV in front of you was unplugged and had a DVD tape attached. He had a large collection of films and TV shows, most you recognized just with a single glance. Maybe you'd have to ask to come back here sometime and have a movie night. All of a sudden you yelled out as your hair was caught in a vice grip. You were shoved forward into the ground, your head slamming on the corner of the glass counter. It was certainly going to bruise.

You barely had a chance to get up as you were dragged to another door within the apartment. Nightwing was attacking you, and you were trapped.

He threw your body forward, making you lose balance and collapse on the ground. "Nightwing, please-"

"I've been waiting so long for you to come around. Do you know how hard it was to keep everything from you?" He rambled on, beginning to go from the top of his uniform, and slowly pulled down on the zipper.

"Hide what?" You questioned backing further into the alley. Your back hit a soft mattress, and then it all connected, he was going to take away your virginity. He was the one stalking you, The Commissioner played right into his plans, and you only made it easier.

"I sure do love seeing those gears in that little head of yours work. Who knew all it took to get you like this was for me to do my job?" He chuckled, pulling down the front part of his outfit, and pulling off his pants to reveal his raging hard on. "Now strip, and I won't ask again." That was all you needed to hear as you took off your blouse. You didn't want to give him a reason to possibly kill you, he was 10x your size and could crush you in an instant.

The room was muggy, and you were half naked, and sweat stuck to your skin. Dick was exposed, and was slowly walking towards you, panting heavily. You pushed further into the bed trying to get away from him. He climbed with you, hovering over your shivering body. He kissed up your leg all the way to your panties. They were plain and white the only hint of color being a small pink bow. He chuckled and pulled down your panties and blew on your newly exposed clit. You shivered as your leg shook. He then licked a single stripe, you letting out a small gasp, choking on your tears. "Shit your dry as hell, don't worry we're gonna get you nice and soaked." Nightwing then shoved his mouth and latched onto your clit. He ate you out and fucked you with his tongue. He groaned out, your taste staining his tongue.

You were close and you knew it, you didn't want to have him get the pleasure of making you cum but you couldn't hold back. It was just too good. "N-Night-"

"Dick, call me Dick. And shhhh. Dick moved away from your now puffy clit and grabbed at your breasts. He then smashed his lips against yours, the bitter taste of your own juices coming back through his toxic touch. He pulled away climbing higher, positioning his rock hard erection in front of your lips. "Kiss it baby, for good luck." You shook your head rapidly, Dick growled in response. "Come on, don't you want good luck? I sure do I want to knock you up so you can't ever leave."

You gulped and reluctantly planted a kiss on his hot tip. He groaned out and took you by your hair to keep himself steady. He moved down and positioned himself in front of your waiting pussy. He rubbed himself a few times before shoving himself inside you, still keeping a firm grip on your hair. He used that grip to keep you in place as he kept a harsh rough pace, cashing his high. You were already too fucked out to even realize what was happening, you clawed into the bed beneath you.

"You're gonna cum soon, do it with me."

That was all the permission you needed as you are with a loud cry, your vaisin getting spotty. Dick crashed his lips onto your already dead ones and came, the warmth filling you. He collapsed on you, and began stroking your hair. You knew that you couldn't push him off, he was way more powerful than you.

You should've never let him into your life as much as you did. Not for sure it was going to take a miracle in order to escape.

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starssgalore · 1 year

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Get out, please; jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: It's here... after a few days of writing and editing, I'm done.

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking, pure angst

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tags: @cordelia456

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Rainy nights at your apartment follow the same schedule every time. Quiet 2000's R&B playing in the background, a lavender candle drifting through every room, and the soft rattles that come from every drop that hits your window. Rainy nights were always peaceful, nothing to disturb the constant sound and scent that lights up every time during the rain.

But tonight will be different. You can't help but be nervous about tonight, so many things can go wrong. Your entire life was about order, this rainy night routine is just for fun, it's almost like you need to have it like this. And if something even deviates out of the plan your mind just shuts down. You can't even complain if something goes wrong, this whole talk you're about to have with jungkook is your fault.

2 years ago

"Jungkook! Slow down!" "Hey! I'm not slowing down anytime soon!" Yelling on the race track trying to communicate with your sweet, caring, and charming boyfriend of 4 years. This was all his idea to go go-kart racing. Of course he's winning, but still it's a nice idea to go out on the weekends with each other. Being in your last year of college was hectic, and having a boyfriend during the whole thing somehow made it better.

Having a person you could vent to or help relieve stress was nice. Feeling not lonely during your freshman year was definitely a game changer. Jungkook was one of the nicest people you've ever met in your life, and to have him besides you was a dream. But even with all that lovey-dovey honeymoon stuff it still doesn't erase the guilt you feel every time you guys hang out.

Two months ago you caught Jungkook smoking again. He promised he would stop and when he didn't it was a problem. It's not your business to be in his but you just felt like you were looking out for him and not badgering him. But obviously Jungkook felt a different way about the situation. That night he stormed out and went to some bar.

But in a moment of weakness and just needing someone to lean on, you turned to someone else. A one night stand is all it was. But the morning you two had made up and what's the point of bringing up something that would cause another huge argument?

Present

Every time you hang out the more and more it eats at you, you started picking up smoking. The same thing that caused this whole mess. But the only person you can blame for this is yourself.

Now you need to focus on what to do. You can't sit and dwell on the past anymore, just sitting and waiting, praying, wishing that you never have to bring this up and be in your honeymoon phase forever. To never have to leave his arms or forget his scent, even the way he talks.

"Honey! I'm home!" Jungkook yells out as he takes off his shoes and starts walking over to your door. The sound of footsteps grows closer and closer as your anxiety rises. All you can do at this point is reassure yourself that nothing can go wrong. Even though that's probably a lie.

"Hey? Did you not hear me... I'm home?" "Oh, yeah sorry I was just zoned out or whatever. But how was work?" All you can do is deflect until you have time to finish thinking this over. "Um it was fine, you know, going to practice with Jimin and J-Hope, then going to some meetings and then coming home to my precious girlfriend." He pinches your cheek at those last two words, your normal response would have been something along the lines of stop it or your my precious boyfriend but tonight all you can do is put on a fake chuckle and smile.

"Hey is everything alright? You usually have a more uppy vibe, even when it is raining." Shit. "Um, actually I wanted to talk about something real quick." The air around started to slowly dissipate, the temperature in the room had risen to what felt like an all time high.

"So baby," you grabbed his hands hoping jungkook's touch would calm your jitters down, "you know, when I caught you smoking again and we had that big argument. Right?" "Yeah I remember it, why?" Jungkook's confused tone makes you wonder if you should do this, if you jeopardize this relationship. "Um so that night you left, and when you did I called up one of my old highschool friends. You know you have someone to talk to about this-s." Jungkook pulls you closer as if he could tell that you're trying not to break down.

All that comes out of your mouth now is a series or siren sobs. Tears flow down like a newborn river, the guilt you've been holding onto flows out effortlessly. "I-i got drunk-k and I c-cheated. It w-was a one one night stand though so." Jungkook's arms drop from around your back, you can feel his body run cold. Slowly the life from his face is drained and sucked away, eyes emotionaless as if he's seen a murder happen in front of him.

"J-jungkook... b-baby? Baby are you there..?" It’s quiet on his end. No response, just a dead stare at the silk white bed sheets. Tears slowly start to run off Jungkook's face, small sobs slip out of his mouth, each one causing more heartache and pain than the last. “Please, baby. I still love you. I just need someone to lean on and y-you were g-gone…” “Ok! Just because I'm gone doesn’t mean you go hook up with someone?!” “I-I’m sorry ok! It was a mistake, please baby just take me back..” Clasping onto his arm, Jungkook starts to stand up. Is he leaving? Please god, if you're by yourself you have no idea what you’ll do to yourself, “Jungkook,” you start to chase after him, “Please, just listen to me.” “Listen?! Are you fucking insane? You just sat here and lied to me for 2 fucking years and then expect me not to be distraught or pissed off about it.”

You're sure at this point the neighbors can hear you but you don’t really care. All you can possibly care about is getting the love of your life, the center of your world back. “I never said you couldn’t be upset or pissed off, I just want you to listen to me. I had a one night stand and you're acting like I shot your mother.” “Maybe because you were the love of my life, one of the biggest parts of my world. One of the main reasons why I get up in the morning when I know the day will be shitty. The one person I could come to and talk about how annoying my co-workers are or even just sit by you and we both say nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. Maybe that’s why I’m pissed off.” Nothing is said for the next few seconds, pure silence as if the world has stopped moving.

“I mean it’s almost as if you don’t care about me. Like you just thought I might just bounce back. Y/N,” You look up facing his tear-stained face, “I can’t love you anymore. And I don’t think you love me anymore either… or you can’t love me anymore after this.” ‘I can’t love you anymore…’ Nothing in the world could comfort you. Each second that passes by brings more and more guilt and grief out of you. Your legs start to wobble, the room feels like it’s on a carousel, and it won’t stop turning. You can’t do this anymore, you feel physically sick just standing here nevertheless in front of your past lover. “Jungkook, I need you to get out.” You whisper, “Y/N… what did you say.” “I need you to get out.” Praying that you don’t sound weak or vulnerable, one thing you hated between you and jungkook’s relationship is how he would mock you.

He would put on the sickly puppy tone that was supposed to be you. Though it was funny or cute sometimes, it would get very annoying when you were trying to be serious. This solely stems from your parents and how you never really took the intuitive to stand up for yourself, to voice your own opinion. So now when every you would try to voice your opinion Jungkook would come around with that horrid tone and mock you, like a child.

“Please just get out, I can’t do this.” “What do you mean, you said you wanted to talk and then you lay this on me without me even getting a chance to say something?” “What are you even talking about, you went on that whole rant about how much you loved me and cared for me? Now you're saying I didn’t even give you a chance?” Is he really trying to turn this into an argument, “Well I don’t think that was me voicing my whole opinion but.” “No, there’s no but. What I did was wrong, and we both acknowledge that now it’s time for us to go our separate ways. So please, just leave.”

Why does he always have to be difficult and stubborn, just leave. But with Jungkook it’s never easy to just put an argument to rest. “Fine I’ll go, but once I leave I’m never calling you again, contacting you again, even interacting with you again.” “Leave your keys on the way out please.” “Peace Y/N.” And with that he was gone, the love of your life.

Your knees gave out the moment the door locked back in place as if the only thing keeping you from falling was Jungkook. But now, he’s gone and there’s nothing you can do about it. You could cry which wouldn’t really bring him back but it’s better than being a shell of nothing. "Why me? I mean, I cheated but i-i thought he would understand-d." You mumble out from your tears.

"Maybe we weren't meant to be, you know. Fate just got the wrong two people." All you could do is just sob. Mourning a loss that was still there, a loss of love.

A/N: I've been wanting to write some angst, (you could kinda say that most of my stuff is but...) anyways, I think this is ok, not the best though. But as always,

xoxo,

Hoshi 💫

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Perfect Gentleman

Summary: You've had feelings for Steve for a while now, but he's so polite that you've no idea how he feels about you. One night you get drunk and turn up at his apartment, throwing yourself at him. Steve reacts how you'd expect....or does he?

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Size kink, of course. Steve has a huge dick 😂

A/N: So I discovered this in an old notebook and decided to revive it. Set around Captain America: The Winter Soldier time, reader works for Tony Stark. Brief mentions of Tony and Natasha. No tag list, hope you enjoy!

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You tip-toe gingerly into the kitchen, squinting at the sun streaming through the blinds, your stomach churning. Steve has his back to you, rinsing his breakfast dishes at the sink. He's wearing a t-shirt and jogging pants, the hair at the nape of his neck looks damp with sweat and you guess he's already been for his run. You hadn't heard anything, passed out and dead to the world in Steve's bed.

"Morning." He says, over his shoulder.

"Morning" You answer quietly, tugging self consciously at your dress. It was new, you had bought it especially for your friend's birthday party, and had been so excited to wear it for the first time. But that was before - before you got drunk and made the ill advised decision to turn up at Steve's apartment in the middle of the night. Now you felt like burning the damn thing.

"There's juice in the fridge, cereal in the cupboard." Steve says gruffly, turning his attention back to the sink.

"Oh, thanks." You grab a glass and pour some juice. You don't have much of a hangover (by rights you should be feeling a lot worse) but still, gulp the sweet liquid like you're dying of thirst. The sugar instantly perks you up, making you brave.

"Been for a run?" You ask lightly, perching at the breakfast bar.

Steve's shoulders tense. "The gym."

"Well done." You chuckle.

"Yeah well, I had to vent my frustration somehow." He mutters.

You clear your throat, deciding to pull off the band aid. "Thank-you for last night. Letting me stay here, giving up your bed. "

"No problem." He sighs, throwing the dishcloth to one side, finally facing you.

"And um..." You feel yourself flush under his penetrating gaze. "I'm sorry about trying to...that was inappropriate. You were a perfect gentleman."

"You were drunk." he states, flatly.

"I know, I'm sorry. It just all got to me I guess, pressure at work, the argument I had with Tony, I shouldn't have.....I mean thank-you for not taking advantage of me. You were a gentleman, like I said." You realise that you're babbling now, so stop.

"I almost wasn't." He murmurs, biting his lower lip.

"What?" You ask, lost.

"A gentleman, I almost wasn't one. The way you were kissing me, pushing up on me....if you had been sober it might have gone another way." Steve says softly, blue eyes blazing into yours.

"Oh." You stare at him, stunned, your fuzzy head trying to make sense of what he was saying. "I'm sober now." You blurt, and it feels almost involuntary.

Steve's jaw tenses. "What are you saying?"

"I'm not drunk anymore." You say slowly, slipping from your stool and taking a step towards him. Your tummy is fizzing and it's not just the booze from the night before.

"You mean that you still want..." He swallows. "THIS to happen?"

With a trembling hand you reach up and touch his face. "You must know how I feel about you Steve? I was drunk last night but I meant everything I said."

In a quick move he grabs the back of your neck and kisses you, hard. You gasp with surprise, before holding his arm to steady yourself and kissing him back, pressing yourself into his huge frame.

He groans softly into your mouth as the kiss deepens and he backs you against the counter. One hand in your hair, the other on the curve of your waist.

Steve breaks away, his breathing heavy. "What do you want?" He asks, eyes searching yours.

"I thought that was obvious." You chuckle, running your hands over his back.

"I mean, how far do you want this to go?"

"As far as the bedroom?" You say, tentatively.

"Yeah." he murmurs, kissing you again, rougher and hotter.

You stretch up to run your fingers through his hair and can't help but giggle.

"What?" Steve mumbles.

"You're too tall, Rogers."

He laughs and picks you up, placing you on the counter. "How about now?" He asks, wedging himself in between your knees.

"Perfect." You breath, sliding your mouth over his.

You stay like that for a while, kisses growing harder, more urgent, until your legs are up around his waist and you feel his heavy cock twitch against your thigh.

You pull away slightly, to take a breath.

"You're a great kisser."

He chuckles, leaning his forehead on yours. "Don't sound so surprised."

"I'm not, it's just...it's hot." You swallow, feeling the familiar needy ache in your cunt.

"Tell me about it." He sighs. "I'm about to bust out of these pants."

"Really?" You smirk, reaching between your bodies to touch him, placing your hand on his stiff cock. Gosh, even bigger than you thought.

"Fuck." Steve curses, burying his face in the soft warmth of your neck. "I need you."

"Where do you want me, Captain?" You tease, attempting to hide your nervousness.

"My bed." he says gruffly. "I want you in my bed."

X - X - X

In the bedroom he undresses you, his large strong hands making quick work of your dress, and presses hot kisses onto your skin. It feels dreamy and unreal, like you're still tipsy, but you've never been more awake and sober in your life. You can't help wondering what Natasha will make of all this, her knowing smirk when you tell her.

Your pussy throbs at the sight of him naked, with lust and apprehension. His cock is beautiful, like the rest of him, and huge - stiff against his abdomen and leaking at the tip. You're hardly a blushing virgin but you've also never been with anybody so ... substantial.

Steve sits next to you on the bed and as if reading your mind murmurs, "I'm going to have to play with you a little first, honey." His hand moving in-between your soft thighs. "I don't want to hurt you."

You gasp as his thick fingers explore your damp folds, easily finding your aching clit with his thumb. He gently lays you back on the bed and kisses your neck as your body relaxes and opens up for him, your slippery cunt grasping as he finger-fucks you.

"Is this ok?" he asks, moving his mouth to your breast.

You whimper and arch your back in reply, the heat building at your core as he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside you. His tongue on your nipple knocks you over the edge, and you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, squeezing his hand between your thighs.

You watch, dazed, as Steve kneels and reaches in his bedside cabinet for a condom, rolling it over his rigid member. Even now, sated and soaking, you gulp at the thought of having him inside you. Still, you want more.

"You ready for me?" He asks lowly.

You nod, and he kisses you softly, running his tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl. Here, it might be easier like this."

Steve leans back and pulls you on top of him, his hands firm on your waist. You grip his shoulders for balance and kiss him again, there's so much that you want to say - how you've been in love with him for months, how you never dreamed he felt the same, how none of this feels real.

"Are you ok?" He asks, anxiously, brows knitted together.

"Yes, Captain." You murmur, gripping his cock at the base and slowly lowering yourself onto him.

He inhales sharply as he penetrates your warm wetness, inch by inch.

"You feel incredible." He groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

You move your hips experimentally and oh, the delicious burn of him moving inside you, your thighs trembling with the effort of holding you up. He grabs your hair and kisses you lustily as he thrusts up into you and you're so full of him you see stars.

He tries his best to be gentle, he really does. It doesn't exactly hurt, well not in any way you've experienced before. You mewl as he pummels you, his cock stretching and filling your needy pussy over and over, by contrast holding you in his hands so gently as if he's scared you'll break.

"You're so good honey," He growls, stroking your face. "So good for me."

Your second orgasm comes easily, the strength of the contractions making you moan and shake, clinging to Steve as if you're drowning. He comes straight after, pulsating deep inside you, as he groans and curses hotly in your ear.

"Are you ok?" He asks again, when you finally move off him.

"I'm more than ok." You sigh, exhausted, lying next to him.

He pulls you to him, spooning you, his face nestled into your shoulder. "I'm still a gentleman you know." He murmurs.

"I know." You chuckle, drowsily. "The perfect gentleman."

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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Best friend’s ex | Benny Weir x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav? Something along the lines of the reader and Ethan try a fake relationship thing cause Ethan asked her to? Like to get to Sarah/ or get her attention. And everyone is shocked cause they thought Benny and the reader would date instead cause all 3 of them are childhood friends”

Genre:Fluff mostly but I guess a little angst torwards the end

Warnings: some arguing and also it’s LONG, don’t say I didn’t warn you

A/N: This has a little Ethan x reader too but over all it’s Benny with a guest apperence from jelous!Benny torwards the end (or at least that’s what I was going for)

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“Wait, you’re dating?! Like for real dating?!”

You clinged tighter to Ethan’s arm “Yeah, we are” but you weren’t. You didn’t want to lie to your friends and it was honestly making you kinda uncomfy but you were doing it for E.

“Ok so how long has this been going on for?” asked Benny. You and your entire friend group were gathered around his locker and you decided to break the news to them about your and Ethan’s “relationship”, which was all bullcrap. He had asked you a couple nights before to pretend. He was hoping it would get him closer to Sarah.

“Um, no more than a month” E said, trying to sound as confident as possible and doing a fairly good job at it. Of course you saw right through him but everyone else seemed to buy his act.

“Well that’s...interesting news” Sarah laughed awkwardly

“You think so? Why?”

The group went silent for a moment

“Well, just cause” Sarah started, nervousness laced into her tone “I mean I would have guessed that Benny and Y/N were going to get together eventually.” Rory and Erika just nodded in agreement while Benny tried to suppress a nervous laughter.

“I mean, come on guys” he said “ I’ve known Y/N for just as long as Ethan.”

“Yeah, but you two just always seemed, I don’t know, closer?”

“Well” Ethan interrupted “ seems like you were wrong on that one.”

Suddenly aware of how rude she sounded, Sarah babbled some lame excuse and left quickly, face red from embarrassment. Rory and Erika left as well, each in their own direction, but not before congratulating the couple once more. Benny was the only one left.

“You good Benny?” E asked

“Yeah, I guess it’s just interesting seeing you like this”

“I hope you’re not mad or anything I mean we…” you were quickly cut off by Benny

“No, no, absolutely, not! I’m really happy for you guys! My two best friends are in love, that’s really cool!” A pink tint made its way onto your cheeks hearing Benny say “in love”, even though you knew it wasn’t true. E smiled at you and hid his face in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips, swaying you two back and forth for a moment

“Alright, well I gotta go. Chem starts in a few” you told your boys and headed to class, not before hugging both of them and leaving Ethan with a quick peck on the cheek

As soon as you got to class however, you texted your “boyfriend”

“Think that went pretty well”

“I think so too. Everyone seemed to buy it!”

“I know!” you said and the conversation ended like that.

You switched your attention back to your teacher, who was discussing your next assignment but even though your eyes were on her, your mind was replaying Sarah’s comment on repeat. You and Benny, huh? You couldn’t say you disliked the idea or that you’ve never thought about it. You’ve always felt different when hanging out with him compared to all your other friends.You felt more free and comfortable. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face from the fuzzy feeling you got just thinking about Bens and you together.

“So how long are we gonna be doing this for?” you texted Ethan. Now that you thought about it, you could never date Benny after this. The sudden realisation made your stomach twist in knots. He would never even go on a date with you if he thought you to be Ethan’s ex! Bro code or whatever but you couldn’t blame them!

“I don’t know for sure, I don’t see why it should last more than a couple months.”

“Ok” you didn’t mind helping E. He was a great guy and one day, some amazing girl is gonna see that and be all over him, even if it’s not Sarah! And he’s going to fall in love and have a beautiful wife and a happy family and this thing you are doing right now is just gonna be a silly high school memory to look back at. You tried not to overthink everything like you usually do and go with the flow, have fun.

It was surprisingly easy to do. Holding hands and occasional cheek kisses didn’t mean much and you never had a “proper kiss”, telling everyone you were simply not fans of PDA. It didn’t feel much like you were a couple, just closer friends. Touchier.

About 4 months down the line, you and Ethan go on your last “date”, which really just meant pizza night at Morgan’s.

“Thanks for all this Y/N, I know you didn’t have to and it might have been awkward at times but it means a lot that you went with it all this time” Ethan says sincerely while pouring you a glass of soda

“Don’t be silly E! You are one of my best friends. I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah but, now you and Benny won’t be…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure if bringing this up was even a good idea or if it was gonna make you mad. You told E about your crush on your best friend not long after your first day as a “couple”. You couldn’t lie to him and quite honestly, you needed someone to vent to. The more you thought about Benny, the more it hurt and while you weren’t mad at Ethan for bringing it up now (you knew he had the best of intentions), it was putting you off

“Let’s not talk about that tonight” you said softly

“Right, yes, of course! Sorry” you giggle and reached out for your glass of soda, raising it up

“A toast!” you declared dramatically, making E laugh “To our breakup!” Ethan raised his own glass and clicked it with yours

“To our breakup!” he said before you both took a sip of your drinks

You laid down on the couch, getting ready to watch Scare Finder. Your head was resting on one of Ms. Morgan’s decorative pillows and you placed your feet on E’s lap. He rolled his eyes at you and you giggled

“I love you!”

“I love you too babe” he joked before laying down next to you and wrapping you in a hug. The couch was a bit too small for the both of you to lay down side by side and you felt the left side of your body hanging off the edge but E’s arms were around your waist, holding you and you felt safe

“Can we..” Ethan whispered nervously “can we keep cuddling during shows even if we aren’t boyfriend- girlfriend anymore?”

“Yes of course” you giggled

“Good, cause this is really comfortable” he whispered in your neck

“I know, I love it too”

~~~

Your breakup was a much bigger deal than you anticipated.Your friends seemed not only shocked, but heartbroken too. You didn’t tell them anything about why you ended your relationship, saying it was too early and you didn’t feel like talking about it but that you were still close friends and nothing was going to change

Things went back to normal afterwards, except now you were single and so was Benny and you couldn't help the invisible pull, dragging you closer and closer to him. Everyone of his silly jokes made you crack up and you couldn’t even be mad at him when his failed spells ended up in a big mess that you and the friend group needed to solve. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you broke up with E. Whether or not that relationship was real, it felt like a real reason to stay away from Benny. It felt like you were taken because everyone else belived you to be. You couldn’t make a move on him because everyone knew you to have a boyfriend but now you didn’t and you couldn’t help yourself from looking at B in a different light.

You were over at his house, helping him pack some herbs he had to organise for his grandma, as punishment for wasting all her old ones on some spell. You were stuffing dried leaves in tiny jars, while Benny was busying himself attaching little tags to them, with the name of each plant.

“Thanks again for coming to help me, you didn’t have to”

“Anytime Bens, you know I’m always here for you” you looked at him and smiled sweetly. He looked into your eyes and said

“I know, Thank you” you nodded and switched your focus back on the plants, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. Lucky for you, he started telling a story that happened in his geography class and things slowly fell into their usual, casual place, at least up until you had to leave.

You placed the last little jar in its respective spot on the shelf

“I think this is it, right?” Benny asked

“It should be”

“Perfect, I’m in dire need of a snack. You want chips? I have some upstairs”

“No, it’s late, I should head home”

“Um, ok yeah. No problem” but none of you moved after that, you just looked at one other for a little bit, until the awkwardness got too much and you took your backpack and headed to the door

“Thanks again” Benny said right when you reached the door

“No problem” and then time froze again. You got lost in his pretty eyes and barely noticed his chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed until, you both found yourselves in each other's arms, kissing deeply and desperately, as if you’ve waited all your life for this. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at loose strands, his hands running up and down your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. All your senses were intoxicated with him and finally, the little pit in your chest disappeared. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces but than, all of a sudden, Benny pushed you away aggressively

“No, I can’t do that!” his back turned to you, but you saw the red in his face and his hands went to his head, massaging the back of his neck just like you had been doing

“Benny…”

“No, no, you are Ethan’s ex and we can’t do that! I can’t do that!”

“B, listen to me!” you tried to step towards him but at your slightest movement, he jumped back, finally turning to face you

“Y/N, that was a mistake and I’m sorry! We shouldn’t have done that! It was a mistake” your eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks

“Don’t say that…” you could barely hear your own voice and were genuinely surprised when B replied

“Of course it was! As much as I wanted to do it and as right as it may have felt, it’s barely been a few weeks since your last relationship with MY BEST FRIEND and your best friend too and we can’t, I CAN’T do this to him! You, you guys dated and…”

“But we didn’t!” you said

“Of course you did, are you out of your mind?” Benny looked at you, teary eyed and desperate “I saw you, we saw you! Holding hands and cheek kisses! He had his arm around your back every moment of every goddamn school day and every time I wished it was me! He had all of you and he could hold you during movie nights and spend all his free time with you and kiss you and run his hands through your hair and everytime he did it I imagined that I was in his spot, hoping you would look at me with the same love and admiration that you looked with at him but now it’s too late! It doesn’t matter that he didn’t cherish you better while he had you because I still can not take you! I can’t do that to him!”

“Benny it wasn’t real!”

“What does that even mean Y/N?” he was yelling now, but you knew he wasn’t angry, just hurt. You saw the tears in his eyes and how hard he tried to stop them from running down his face.

“We weren’t ever dating! We just pretended!” the madness in his eyes turned to a question, an invitation for you to continue “It was all a show Bens. He wanted to impress Sarah. He asked me to fake a relationship with him.”

Benny leaned over the table, resting his body on his arms. He seemed to be thinking for a while, until he said “That’s a stupid idea”

You laughed “I thought so too when he told me” Benny seemed to think some more before saying

“Such an Ethan idea to have” which only made you laugh more

“So it was never real?” he asks you finally

“No! It was just an act” but even now, Benny couldn’t say anything. He was looking at his hands nervously. You took a deep breath and said the one thing you could think of

“He knows if that’s what you are wondering” the boy looked at you with questioning eyes again “Ethan I mean”

“Ethan knows what?”

“That I like you” Benny straightened and looked at you with soft eyes once more, you felt your cheeks heat up and turned to walk away but Benny quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug.

“So, does that mean I can kiss you again?” a small smile tugged at your lips

“Please do”

#mbav x reader #mbav #benny weir #benny weir x reader #benny weir imagine #benny weir fluff #benny weir angst #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan imagine

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patagucci34 · 4 years

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I Told You Not To Fall In Love With Me

So I whipped this up at work, I’m well aware that some of the timeline/storyline isn’t true to real life, but I thought it would make for a good story. Also, the reader is meant to be 22, so closer to Haydn’s age but a little older than Andrei. Enjoy!

Word Count: ~4000

"I told you not to fall in love with me…"

Those famous words. I had heard them before, I don't know why it's coming as a shock to me now. He was right, I had been warned.

~~~~~~~~

I met Haydn through Andrei. I had known Andrei for years, so when I moved to Raleigh he made a point to introduce me to everyone on the team so I could make some friends. The night I met Haydn was at a small get together at Brock McGinn's place. We didn't talk much that night but I kept sneaking glances at him and every once in a while I noticed he was sneaking one back.

Our interactions stayed like that for a while. Never talking to each other but meeting each other's gazes frequently throughout the night. I remember at one point, he was all over another girl, and mid-make out, he stared me down. I was very uncomfortable but also couldn't break his gaze. He flashed a smile before turning his attention back to the blonde.

About a week later, we finally had a real conversation. It was at brunch the morning after a wild night out. I was highly unwell, and really not even in the mood to be out of my bed, but Andrei dragged me with him.

"You look chipper this morning." I turned to see who had the audacity to say that to me, thinking it would be Brock, I was surprised to see that it was Haydn approaching me.

I flashed a smile, "I'm always chipper…"

"Even after the night you had?"

I looked at him quizzically, "and how do you know about my night?"

He let out a big laugh, "exactly my point." He said as he kept walking to the table.

I stopped at the sudden realization that he could have been a part of my blackout night. I quickened my pace to catch up to him.

"What do you mean, 'exactly'? What did I do last night?"

"You really don't remember?"

"No, the last thing I remember is taking shots with Andrei and Teuvo, I don't even remember going to the club."

"Oh boy…"

I started to grow really impatient with him especially since that dumb smirk has not left his face and he's clearly enjoying this.

"Tell me right now, Haydn."

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, it's not as bad as you're thinking…you walked off at the club. Everyone was busy dancing and talking so no one really noticed, I saw you leave and just thought you were going to the bathroom but kept an eye on you and walked right out the door…"

My eyes widened, not really knowing where this was going, but he continued on.

"…so I obviously followed you, you're pretty quick by the way, by the time I got out the door you were down the street. I ran to catch up to you but you had stopped and started puking on the side of a building."

"Oh my god." My face was the color of a tomato and I put my face in my hands. Haydn started laughing at my embarrassment and put his hand on my back.

"It's okay, Y/N. We've all been there. And you're lucky I'm a good guy, I could have kept the night going and allowed you to embarrass yourself more, but I took you home and put you to bed."

"Wait, I thought that was Andrei…?"

"Nope, it was me."

"Oh, well thank you, I'm sorry I was such a mess."

He chuckled a bit and assured me again that it was fine. We talked a bit more throughout brunch, actually getting to know each other, it was nice. But I knew I was getting myself into something that I couldn't handle. I was already falling for him and I barely even knew him.

~~~~~~~~~

A week later, I found myself at Andrei's pregaming with some of his teammates, one of them being Haydn. I hadn't talked to him since brunch, but much to my surprise I was greeted with a hug when he walked through Andrei's door. I had already decided I was going much easier on the alcohol tonight because of last weekend's events, and the fact that Haydn would be here again.

I had just finished my first drink and went into the kitchen to grab another. Andrei and Haydn were in there talking and when I walked in, it got suspiciously quiet. I eyed them both as I opened the fridge.

"I thought you were taking it easy tonight?" Andrei asked cheekily.

"Ha ha, I am. This is only my second drink." I said glaring back at him.

"I don't know, I wouldn't mind another show tonight," Haydn said reaching past me to grab another beer for himself.

Andrei and Haydn both laughed until they saw me glaring back at them.

"I'm sorry, it's not funny…" Haydn said still trying to stifle a laugh because Andrei just kept on laughing.

I flashed a smile to let them know I was just messing, "it's okay, it's actually pretty funny. But I'm not doing that again tonight!" I exclaimed walking out of the kitchen with my beer.

A little while later, more people had shown and it seemed to be turning more into a party and that we wouldn't be going out. Which was fine with me. I like hanging out and mingling more than going to rage at the clubs. My plans to not go as hard didn't really work out in the end, although I wasn't as worse for wear as I was last weekend, I definitely had too much to drink. Much to my dismay, I have memories of it. I woke up in Andrei's spare bed, which wasn't uncommon. I spent a lot of nights there, however, there was someone next to me that looked a lot like Haydn. I groaned inwardly, and tried to be as quiet as I could to get out of bed. I made my out in the kitchen where Andrei was busy making breakfast.

He gave me a big grin when he saw me walk in which made me think he knows about his sleeping teammate in the other room.

"Please, don't speak yet." I said stopping him as he opened his mouth to say something. He laughed instead and went back to cooking.

I grabbed a mug and poured myself some coffee before sitting at the counter to watch Andrei. A few minutes had gone by before Andrei spoke up, "are you ready to be a human being now?"

I gave him a pointed look, "I guess so, why?"

"Well are you just gonna sit there and watch me or are you going to help?"

I sighed, "I suppose I can help you…" I got up and walked around to help finish. Luckily, he hadn't really said anything about Haydn, just making small talk about plans for the week and stuff like that. Once we were done, he asked me to grab plates, "make it three, so your boy can have some food too," he said winking as he stalked off to go wake him up.

I rolled my eyes, cursing myself for thinking he would let me off that easy. Just a few minutes later, a sleepy Haydn trailed Andrei into the kitchen.

"Good morning," he said to me with a smile.

"Morning," I said back while handing him a plate.

We all made small talk while we ate and we all tag teamed cleaning up. Andrei headed off down the hall leaving the two of us alone for a little.

"So, are you headed out soon?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I've got some work to do, so I'll probably head back to my place in a little bit."

"I can bring you, if you'd like." He said quietly.

"Sure, that would be nice." I said with a small smile.

A little while later we said our goodbyes to Andrei and headed on our way.

"So, how long have you known Andrei for?" Haydn asked breaking the silence in the car.

"Since we were about 5. My family moved to Russia when I was 4 and my dad worked with his dad and our families became close."

"Oh, I didn't realize you lived in Russia. Does your family still live there?"

"No, we moved back to Canada when I was like 16."

"Did you move here because of Andrei?"

"Um, I mean not really. I guess it was part of it, it was definitely a pro, but I probably would have come here anyway."

"Gotcha, you guys are really close."

"Yeah, we kept in touch after I left, but obviously it wasn't the same. We've gotten a lot closer since I came here."

"Yeah, he says you're a really good friend to have with the whole hockey thing."

"Ohh, yeah. I understand how it is, so he vents a lot to me, and I understand that he has a tough schedule."

"How come you understand it so well?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"No…tell me what?"

"Umm, Matt Martin is my brother…"

Haydn's mouth dropped, "he's your brother???"

"Half-brother, but yeah."

"How come I didn't know this???"

"I'm not sure…I'm surprised Andrei didn't say anything to anyone."

"That's crazy. But you didn't grow up with him?"

"Not really...we have the same mom, but he stayed in Canada with his dad when we moved to Russia. He would come to Russia in the summers or when he had a break or something. Even when we moved back he was playing in the NHL, so I didn't really get to see him much."

"Huh, I can't believe I never knew that."

I laughed at his amazement of the whole situation.

"He's always scared the shit out of me…"

I laughed even harder, "yeah, I mean, I won't lie and say that I've never been scared of him, but most of the time he's actually just a big teddy bear."

He laughed a little, "you've been scared of him?"

"I mean, I wouldn't say scared scared, there was the normal brother/sister fights. But I think the time I was most scared of him I was like 16? My parents were gone for a week over the summer and Matt was staying with me because I didn't have my license yet, so he was carting me around everywhere. Anyway, he told me he was going to be gone all day with some old friends, so I had a guy over…he came back earlier than planned and walked in on us. Needless to say, he was pissed, and I was scared of what he was going to do…"

"What did he do?"

"He kicked the guy out obviously, very aggressively…and then screamed at me on and off for the rest of the day…"

"Yikes…"

"Yeah, it wasn't fun, haha. But oh well."

"Yeah, so now he definitely scares the shit out of me. Maybe let's not mention last night to him??"

"Believe me, for both of our sakes, he won't know."

Just a few minutes later we pulled up to my building.

"Thank you for the ride." I said smiling at him.

"Anytime, Y/N. I had fun last night." He said flashing a smile.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "see you around."

He waved as I walked into my building, I turned around once I got in the door and saw him pulling away. I shook my head at myself, this was not going to be good.

~~~~~~

Haydn started hanging out quite a bit, mostly just to hook up, but we would get dinner together, or get take out, and hang for a bit before or after. We had talked about how we weren't going to put a label on it, and he told me time and time again that I can't fall in love with him. I always hated when he said that to me, at first, I was just annoyed because he didn't want to be exclusive and he just sounded like an asshole. But it wasn't even the not being exclusive part that bothered me so much. I was all for keeping my options open, but it was the way he treated me when we were together. He wasn't an asshole when we were together, and that made it just twice as hard. He was so sweet and kind, and that made me fall in love with him.

At first, I was able to handle it. I knew I was falling and I knew that I shouldn't be, so I tried to suppress any sort of feelings I had. But it just got harder and harder. At one point, I tried ignoring him because I knew I couldn't keep doing this to myself. However, it just ended up making things worse.

It was a Friday night, I had just gotten home from a late night at work, excited to pour myself a glass of wine and just relax and watch Netflix. I had just sat down on the couch and turned on the TV when my phone started ringing, I picked it up and saw Andrei's face on the screen, I rolled my eyes but answered his FaceTime call.

"Hey, Y/N. You coming over tonight?"

"Nope." I said raising my glass of wine and turning the camera so he could do me settled in on the couch.

"Aw, come on, why not?"

"Andrei, I had such a long day, I'm not in the mood."

"But you need to talk to Haydn…" he whined.

"And why do I need to do that?"

"He hasn't shut up all week about how he hasn't heard from you."

"That sounds like a you problem."

"Well, why haven't you talked to him all week?"

"I don't know, Andrei, I didn't know I had to."

"You have been, so why the sudden change?"

"I've just been busy, I don't see the big deal."

"I don't know, it seems like a big deal to him, maybe you should talk to him."

"Well if he's that upset about it, why doesn't he come talk to me?"

"I don't know, y/n, he's weird. He probably won't reach out, but he's driving the team crazy."

"So why should I have to reach out just because he won't? That's the whole issu---" My rant was interrupted by a knock on the door. Andrei and I looked at each other through the screen with wonder in our eyes. I got up to go see who it was. I sighed when I opened the door and saw who was there.

"Speak of the devil…I gotta go, Andrei. I'll talk to you later." I hung up after he said goodbye and I let Haydn in.

"Devil, huh? You were talking about me?" He asked as we sat down on my couch.

"Yeah, he was telling me how you're driving the team nuts because you won't shut up about how I haven't talked to you all week…"

He blushed a bit and looked in his lap, "yeah…I'm sorry, it's just…I, I guess I didn't realize how much we actually talk every day, and you calm me down after a stressful day, and it's been an awful week not having you there to talk to."

"I'm sorry, I've just been really busy…" I had debated telling him why I was ignoring him, but his sincerity and just how sad he looked made me feel too bad to do it, and just like that, I was sucked back in. We spent the night together cuddling on the couch watching romcoms.

The next morning when I woke up to an empty bed, my stomach sank. I knew he had gotten up for morning skate, but just the thought I was sucked right back in was enough to ruin my mood for the day.

Andrei's family was in town for the game this weekend, so I had been planning on going to the game to see them. I sat with his parents, and it was nice to catch up with them because I hadn't seen them in a few years. I went down to the locker rooms with them after the game. We were meeting Andrei and then going to go to dinner. I wasn't really sure what would happen if I saw Haydn. I hadn't been to many games because of my work schedule, so I wasn't sure what would happen, especially since I had heard that he invites girls to games sometimes. I tried to prepare myself for the worst, and was assuming every girl I didn't recognize was there for Haydn.

I had become distracted when Andrei came out and we were chatting with a few of his teammates. However, I looked over and saw the tail end of Haydn hugging some girl and then kissing her before taking her hand and guiding her out of the arena. My face fell immediately and Andrei noticed, he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. I looked up at him and he gave me a sad smile. I smiled back to try and make it seem like I was fine, but he knew I wasn't. He interrupted the conversation so we could get going. I tried to have a good time at dinner, but just couldn't stop thinking about Haydn and that girl. Andrei took me back to my place and insisted on staying in with me.

"No, it's okay, go out with the team. I'm fine."

"Y/N, I know you're not fine."

"Andrei, it's okay, really."

He looked at me with sad eyes, "I'm not leaving."

I sighed. "fine, but I really don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." He said and led me to the couch where we watched movies all night. I tried not to think of Haydn's whereabouts with that girl or what they were doing but it was really hard not to. Usually I don't see the girls he hangs out with, but now that I've seen a face, I can't get it out of my head.

The next night I got a text from Haydn.

Hey babe, you wanna come over tonight?

I knew that I shouldn't go over. If I had any self-respect, I wouldn't. But I just couldn't help it.

Sure, I'll be over in a little bit.

Our night was pretty normal, although I was definitely a bit detached and I think he could tell. There was a little tension at the beginning but as always, once we made it to the bedroom everything sorted out. I left late in the night after not having been able to sleep. My thoughts were keeping me up and I knew that I couldn't keep doing this.

I decided to try and wean off of him again. I would go a few days without talking to him or seeing him. It seemed to be working, each time I'd go a little longer without reaching out. They had a long road trip coming up and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to really break things off. He had wanted to hang out the night before they left but I made up some excuse. I tried to keep the texting to a minimum throughout the week they were gone and I thought I had been successful when they got back and I hadn't heard from him in a few days.

After the last time I tried ignoring him, I figured he'd put up more of a fight, but maybe he'd found some other girl to replace me with.

It was hard thinking about, and it was hard not talking to him, but I was starting to move on with my life.

I was starting to feel better about everything until one night I heard a knock on my door. It had been a week since they had been back and a week since we had last spoken. I opened the door and Haydn was standing there with Chinese takeout in his hands. He had a sheepish look on his face and asked if he could come in. I stepped to the side so he could get past me, he started walking to the kitchen as I closed the door. I took my time following him and by the time I had gotten the kitchen he had plates out and was almost done setting up the food. We ate in silence, and it was beginning to annoy me. Did he just think he could come and act like everything was fine? We haven't really spoken in almost two weeks, is he really that thick in the head that he thinks nothing is wrong? My actions seemed to have gotten caught up with my thoughts and the wine that I was pouring into my glass started overflowing. I was torn from thoughts by Haydn's voice.

"Y/N, stop!" He said taking the bottle of wine out of my hand and getting up to grab towels.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

I got up to help him clean it up but he stopped me, "don't worry about it, I got it." He finished cleaning it up and sat back down.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded and kept eating.

"You can talk to me you know…"

"Yeah, I know."

"Is there a reason you haven't been talking to me?"

"I don't really want to get into it now."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Haydn."

"I'm sorry you don't want to talk about it, but I have a right to know."

"Okay, fine. I haven't been talking to you because I can't do this anymore. When we hang out, when we FaceTime, when you call me after a bad game, or call me after a good game, it all just makes me fall in love with you even more. I'm in love with you Haydn. And I know you don't feel the same. You tell me time and time again not to fall in love with you. But I can't help it. So I can't see you anymore, I can't talk to you." I had tears streaming down my face at this point, I was looking down because I didn't want to see his reaction.

"I told you not to fall in love with me."

I rolled my eyes, not surprised at his insincerity, I wiped my tears and started to get up, but he grabbed my hand to pull me back down.

"I told you not to fall in love with me because of who I am. I knew that I couldn't give you the love that you deserve. I was trying to protect you, now I'm realizing that I only hurt you more. It kills me that I'm the source of your hurt, and I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot to think that I was ever protecting your heart. But now, I want to. I want to really protect your heart. I want you to fall in love with me because I want to fall in love with you…I am in love with you."

My tears started rolling again and I didn't know what to say. Obviously, this is what I wanted all along but how could I trust he won't break my heart again? I think he could sense my hesitancy…he wiped my tears and we sat in silence for a moment longer.

"I know it might be hard for you to trust me, but we can take it slow, start over. I'll prove to you that I love you and only you. Please, y/n." He took my chin in his hand and I looked into his eyes. He looked sincere, he looked fragile, as if I were to say no he would break into a thousand tiny pieces.

"Okay," I said softly. He smiled and kissed me as passionately as I had ever been kissed before.

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Swap Meat: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,980

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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To celebrate, Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk since he saw this as a win. Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk. Dean never said no to a glass of alcohol, but you were very suspicious already. Instead of drinking, you kept your sobriety intact as you stared at Sam from across the table.

“Here you go, guys,” the waitress said when she came over, handing out more drinks.

“You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned.

“Ooh, that—that sounds good. Ditto,” Sam smiled.

“Be right back with your order,” she grinned, turning to leave.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?” you asked, cutting to the chase.

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“Bacon cheeseburgers now?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating,” he grinned, lifting his glass in a toast.

“Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust. Nice work today.”

“You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously,” he downs his drink. “Whoo! Sweet.”

“A really awesome day?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That’s—that's awesome to you?”

“I can't be in a good mood?” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess, I just… No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam,” Dean shrugged.

While they talked, you looked at the cell phone next to Sam’s hand, and you got an idea. Taking out your own phone, you secretly dialed Sam’s number and watched it while yours rang to see if it lit up.

It didn’t.

Looking at Sam, you glared threateningly since this wasn’t Sam, and this proved it.

“Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?” Dean chuckled.

“We don't do it that often, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, we should. You're a good guy, Dean,” Sam smiled.

“Oh, you are drunk,” Dean smiled.

The waitress came back with the burgers with a smile.

“Enjoy,” she said as she left.

“No, but I mean it. You really are a good guy,” he takes a bite of his burger. “Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!”

Looking around the bar, you noticed a blonde woman was checking out Sam, and he seemed to notice it too. He finished his burger quickly before excusing himself. He approached the woman and began talking to her, and that is when you said something.

“Dean, that isn’t Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No, it’s really not him. I called him, and his phone didn’t even light up. It’s not him. It’s not a demon or a shapeshifter, but it’s definitely something because that is not your brother,” you said, watching as Sam left with the woman.

He stopped by the door and turned to you two with a huge smile.

“We're gonna do it!” he laughed, looking like he scored a big one.

“Yeah, that’s not Sam,” Dean nodded.

Since Sam was out all night doing God knows what with that poor woman, you and Dean decided to pretend to be asleep since you had a feeling Sam wasn’t finished with you two just yet. There was something so peaceful about this night, but your powers told you that something wasn’t right. There was someone in this room, and they didn’t have good intentions. Right before something bad could happen, you shot awake with your eyes bright blue. Your hand shot out in front of you, and you flung Sam across the room and into the wall.

“You're not Sam. Who the hell are you?” you yelled just as Dean ‘woke’ up.

“Ow!” Sam complained.

Keeping him against the wall with your magic, you let Dean tie him up until you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. As soon as it was safe, you released him from your magic, but the color in your eyes never faded since you were pissed. Now that the gig was up, he looked really scared, almost to the point of crying. Dean used the motel’s phone to check his voicemail—all of which were Sam telling him that the person you were with wasn’t him.

“Alright, either you start talking or I start hurting,” you threatened, getting in the man’s face.

“Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!” the imposter cried.

“Hey, pull it together, champ,” Dean scoffed.

“I don't want to die. I don't want to die.”

“Where is Sam?” you asked.

“In my—my friend's basement. His parents are out of town.”

“Parents? How old are you?”

“17.”

“17? Huh,” Dean scoffed.

Before anyone else could say a word, Dean was thrown back into the wall, hitting his head on a painting which knocked him right out. There was a teenage girl in the middle of the room, and before she could use her powers on you, you blasted her with a ball of magic before running to Dean.

“Dean, wake up,” you whispered, placing your glowing hand on his head.

“Nora?” the imposter asked.

The teenage girl got up, dusted off her jacket, used her demonic powers on you to hold you still, and turned to her apparent friend.

“Not at the moment.”

She kept her focus on you before untying her friend with a wicked smile.

“Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me, what is it you want? Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Lay it on me,” she chuckled.

“I want to be a witch. For real. And really powerful.”

“No, you don’t, kid. Trust me, it’s not all roses and rainbows,” you said, but the demon clenched her fist at you.

Your throat closed up, and it became really hard to breathe. She turned back to her friend with a smile.

“Mm. Good choice, Gary. I get it. No daddy, no M.I.T. No plan. You get to be big and strong, and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss.”

“The boss?”

“You know, your Satanic majesty, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.”

“The devil?”

“Don’t do it, Gary,” you choked out.

“Shut up,” the demon hissed at you.

Looking down at Dean, you noticed he opened his eyes. He saw the panic in your own, but he assured you he was going to take care of it.

“Uh... no. O-okay. Um, it's okay. I... don't really want to bother him,” Gary sighed.

“Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you. Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question, and all you got to do is say, ‘yes’. Then, you get your reward,” she grinned.

Dean got up fast and quick, taking out Ruby’s knife and swinging it at the demon. She dodged his attempt, and since her focus was on Dean, it broke the spell you were under. The demon caught his arm and kicked him to the ground.

Sliding yourself between the demon and Dean, you held out your blue hand that was swirling with magic. It transferred from your hand to around the demon, getting tighter and tighter. The demon fought against your powers and used everything it got to overpower you. There was a long way ahead of you if you wanted to become more powerful than any demon in the world, but it would take a lot of practice. She kicked you in your chest, causing you to topple over Dean.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus,” Gary began reciting.

The demon whipped around to face him with a snarl.

“What was that?”

“Uh, n-nothing.”

“Were you trying exorcize me?! You little piece of shit!” she yelled, grabbing Gary by the throat and lifting him.

He grabbed her hand in an attempt to get her off, but she was too powerful for someone like him.

“Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,” you coughed from the other side of the room, you and Dean both standing up.

The demon let Gary go and turned to you with a murderous look in her eyes.

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversii,” Gary spoke.

It went back and forth like this to distract the demon until the ritual was over. The demon fell to her knees and screamed, escaping from the young girl’s mouth and into the vents. When it was all said and done, Gary looked at you with a satisfied look.

“You’re coming with us,” you growled, grabbing his arm tightly.

He yelped but made no comment as he followed you while Dean grabbed the girl.

Nora was going to be alright, all she needed was a warm blanket and maybe a therapy session or two. She sat on the bed inside her basement while Gary and Sam sat opposite of each other so that Gary could switch bodies once more.

“Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat,” Gary recited, doing something with the ingredients in front of him.

He dropped some powder into the bowl between them, causing a light to flare from it. When the light died down, Sam looked at his hands. It was then that you knew they were in their rightful bodies. Sam got up to look at himself in the mirror to make sure it worked.

“So, we good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah. Awesome,” Gary rolled his eyes as he got up.

Now that they were back, you approached Gary with a sickly-sweet smile.

“So, Gary,” you chuckled dryly.

“I know—my bad.”

“‘My bad’? Kid, ‘my bad’ isn’t good enough. If you were one year older, I would have killed you on the spot,” you glared. His eyes widened in fear since he knew your threat was real. “So, either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” he gulped.

“Good,” you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

He flinched from your touch, but that’s what you wanted from him.

Dean decided to take Nora and Gary home since they lived close together, and when he pulled into Nora’s driveway, everyone got out to make sure the kids got home safe.

“Shit,” Gary sighed now that he had to go back to his life.

“Gary, take it from someone who knows—chin up, man. Your life ain't that bad,” Sam advised.

“Uh, you met my parents.”

“Yeah. So what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you, tell them to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-Satanic way, of course,” he scoffed. Both guys looked at you, Dean, and Nora, and she gave a little wave in which Gary returned. “By the way, you know why Nora’s into witchcraft?”

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you.”

“Really? You think?”

“Yeah, I know. I'm telling you, kid—I wish I had your life.”

“You do? Thanks,” Gary smiled.

“Get out of here. Both of you. No more witchcraft,” you said, watching as the two teenagers returned to their homes.

“That was a nice thing to say,” Dean cleared his throat.

“I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass,” Sam chuckled, getting into the car.

“You’d make a kickass mom,” Dean whispered with a smile.

“So would you,” you joked, getting in the car with him.

“All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me, we didn't miss a damn thing,” Sam shuddered.

“Or we don't know what we're missing,” you commented.

Both brothers were silent as Dean started the car, and “Rock ‘n’ Rolls Never Forgets” plays loudly.

“Oh, come on, man. Turn it down,” Sam sighed.

Dean stared at him with a dead look before doing as he was told.

“Welcome back, Kotter.”

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Christmas With Hopper & the Waffle Maker

Jim Hopper x Reader; El, too, of course

A/N: This is for @sorenmarie87 ‘s Christmas Writing Challenge. My dialogue prompt was “You call this decorated?” along with the below aesthetic. I should note, this is my first time writing for Hopper, El or anything to do with Stranger Things, so please be kind, though constructive feedback is ALWAYS welcomed!

Unbeta’ed - all errors are mine. Aesthetic below created by the amazing Dawn (tagged above), who put this challenge together <3

Summary: Hopper could use a little help making his first Christmas with El a little bit better.

Warnings: A bit of language, some fluffy bits

Words: 6.3K

Tags: ehhh, just a few I think may want to read this... @kazosa @lefthologramdeer @moonchild-shoshanna @buckyscrystalqueen @rockyhorrorpictureshowstyle

The wind howled outside and followed you through the grocery store’s entrance with a ferocious push before you could force it shut behind you. Shaking off the snow from your coat and hat, you relished in the blast of artificially hot air from the vent above you, before heading further into the small market on Main Street.

Grabbing a hand basket, you started to wander the aisles, looking for something to make a quick dinner. Not that you had much of anywhere to be. Your shift as a dispatcher at the station was over, and no one was waiting at home except a cat, your book and a hot cup of tea. It was another long, boring night ahead, and the idea of cooking for one, again, was bringing you down.

Avoiding the huge Christmas display at the front of the store, you quickly ducked down one of the aisles and walked towards where some of the frozen items were kept. As you stood there trying to decide which meal to choose for the next few nights, you heard muffled grumbling and cursing coming from a few feet away.

You started laughing at him once you recognized the Chief of Police as the guy down on his knees, rifling through boxes of frozen waffles. He was clearly frustrated, tossing box after box of waffles into a messy pile on the floor. It was when he violently shoved the freezer door open and it rebounded, hitting him in the shoulder, did he finally stand up and audibly curse.

“God Dammit. You stupid piece of—(incoherent mumbling)…”

“Um… hey Chief. Need help with something?” you asked, half smiling, half nervous.

“What?” he barked in reply and whipped around only to notice he knew you. “Oh… Y/N. Hey. I was, uh, just—”

“Looking for more waffles?”

“Yeah,” he snorted with an embarrassed laugh. He immediately bent down and started tossing the boxes back into the bottom of the freezer.

“Didn’t have the kind you like?” you asked, watching with curiosity.

“Uh, no. My—Jane—my daughter, she only likes a certain kind and they don’t have them, again.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry. Something else she’d like better, maybe?”

“No. This is her thing and I promised her I’d get them for Christmas morning, and of course,” his volume increased with each word thereafter, as if shouting out to an invisible observer “there are none here!”

“I can give you my recipe for homemade waffles, if you like. They are a thousand times better than those frozen things.”

“Thanks, but, she’s sorta partial to these. Besides, its our first Christmas together, I don’t wanna… you know… screw it up by burning breakfast.”

“It’s super easy, Chief. Really. I bet she would even like to make them with you,” you raised a single, challenging brow at him, causing him to chuckle and release the tension he had built up.

“Says you. And we’re not at work Y/N, you can drop the Chief crap.”

“Ok, Hopper,” you said, though it felt strange to call him that, it felt better than Jim, “you really could handle it. Not like you’re trying to create something complicated. They’re just waffles.”

Hopper looked at you skeptically. His shoulders finally relaxed, and though he sighed, there was a small, excited smile on his face. “Alright, I’ll make the damn waffles.”

The way he looked in that moment, caused a little rumble of something deep down inside you; in that place that had not often been brought to life. Here was your boss, your Chief of Police, someone who didn’t smile very often, making you feel slightly light on your feet. Before you could think about it any further, you heard yourself reply.

“I can help you get the ingredients here for you if you like, there’s not much too it.”

“Yeah—um, that would—” his watch began beeping and interrupted his train of thought. “Shit! I’m so late. And on Christmas Eve of all days… She’s gonna—” He paused again and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit! The decorations… the food. Dammit. Some dad I’m gonna be.”

He was flustered, and you could see the panic start to set it. “Stores are almost closed, I’m not going to have time…”

“Jim. Stop and breathe,” you said and placed your hand his arm gently. It stopped his rant and brought his attention to you. “Let me help. What do you need?”

Hopper exhaled with a growl and rubbed at his face. “Uh, well, waffles, apparently. And, a tree, maybe decorations, I dunno… I mean I have some up, but this is her first real Christmas, you know? I wanna make it memorable for her, but if I get home late, she’s gonna lose it again. I can’t be late four nights in a row…”

Hearing him talk about his daughter only intensified the rumblings that began before. Now, the warmth of a long forgotten feeling was traveling further through your veins, and you were beginning to get nervous. Why was Jim Hopper suddenly bringing on these feelings? You’d worked with the man for five years now, and never once before now did you really notice how handsome he was, or how his voice made the hairs on your neck tingle.

At least, not until right now.

“Ok… here’s what you’re going to do. Go home. I’ll get everything you need to give your daughter the best Christmas and bring it to the house.”

“No. No! I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s too much. Plus, it's snowing, and I’m not at the house, I’m up at my grandfather’s cabin. It’s a hike to get up there.”

“First off, you didn’t ask. I offered. Second, I want to help. I heard a little bit about your daughter, and I think you wanting to give her a great Christmas is really sweet. Third, I literally have nothing else to do tonight and if I could spend Christmas Eve helping a little girl have a nice Christmas, how I could I say no?”

He starred at you for a minute, contemplating your offer. Hopper looked down at this watch again and nodded slightly. “Alright, if you’re sure. I will gladly take the assist.”

“Good. Now go home before she chews you out and I’ll be along shortly. Just need directions to your place.”

Hopper pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket and you quickly dove into your purse for a pen. He scribbled down the directions and made sure you could follow them. Once you safely added them and the pen back to your purse, Jim grabbed you by both shoulders and bent down to meet you eye level.

“You deserve a raise for this, really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“What are friends for?” you said and smiled. “You best go, Chief.”

“Jim… or Hopper… whatever you… uh—yeah, I should go. See you soon!”

He started running down the aisle and remembered the remaining few boxes of frozen waffles currently defrosting on the floor.

“I got them,” you called, “GO!”

You watched him dart from the store and couldn’t help but snicker when you saw him through the store’s front window sliding on the snowy sidewalk and right into a couple walking by.

This was very unexpected twist to your evening, but you felt excited to help. Especially if it meant seeing Hopper again outside of the station. That was also something you didn’t expect; wanting to see him again, and so badly.

Twenty minutes later, you had all the necessary ingredients for the waffles and the few groceries you thought might come in handy. You made your way back to the Christmas display at the front of the store and gathered another handcart full of ornaments, lights, garland and some other things you thought Jane might enjoy. Right before the check out, there was a small display of jewelry that caught your eye.

On the display, in pre-wrapped boxes with Christmas decorations, were delicate necklaces and bracelets. One set was a simple strand of silver stars that sparkled when they caught the light. On a whim, you grabbed it and added it to the items for checkout.

After a quick stop at your house to drop off your frozen dinners and grab some baking essentials you were sure the Chief wouldn’t have, you were headed back out towards his cabin. The weather had worsened and being as far off the beaten path as he was, it took far longer to reach Hopper’s cabin then you anticipated.

The headlights of your car finally swept across the last turn and revealed the cabin a hundred yards up in the distance. You got as close as you could and grabbed a handful of bags. Trudging through the snow with the wind whipping around you, you saw the front door open, and felt relief. In a dash, Hopper was at your side and gathered the bags from your hands.

“There’s more, I’ll go back—” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“No, no. Go inside where’s its warm, I’ll get the rest.”

Taking the last few steps at quick pace, you bounded up onto the small porch and inside the warm cabin. For the second time that night, you shook off the snow from your shoulders and relished in the warm air circling around you. Once the chill subsided, you could feel the weight of someone’s stare clinging to your back. Slowly, you turned around and saw a girl standing there. She couldn’t be more than twelve or thirteen, with big brown eyes and a mop of curly brown hair on her head.

The girl, you assumed was Jane, watched you curiously as you draped your coat over your one arm and swiftly pulled off your gloves.

“Hi,” you said and held out one hand. “You must be Jane.”

She took a few steps forward and hesitantly held out her hand.

“El,” she said softly and swallowed thickly as she gingerly shook your hand.

“El?” you asked, but just as Hopper came through the door with the armload of supplies and a blizzard of snow.

He dropped the bags, and you managed to grab the ones with the eggs before they crashed to the floor.

“Are we setting up a bakery in here or what?” he asked, his breathing labored, and his cheeks blushed red from the bitter cold air.

“No, I just brought some extra supplies in case you wanted to make some cookies, or something. I was just saying hi to your daughter.”

“Right… Jane—”

“El,” she said again and louder than before, but this time her small features were set in determination, and Hopper didn’t challenge her.

“Nickname,” he replied to you, and moved the bags to the kitchen table. “El, this is (Y/N), she works with me at the station.”

“The waffle maker?”

Her response made you giggle and slightly embarrassed Hopper. “Ye—yeah, the waffle maker. Anyway, she’s going to teach us and then, we’ll make waffles for tomorrow, just like promised.”

“Cool,” El said and moved to the bags on the table.

You went to help her unpack the bags and came across the one holding the decorations. Looking around the cabin to see what he already had put up, you saw an old woodman snowman displayed near the doorway and two stockings hung near the wood burning stove.

“Um… I thought you said you had some decorations up. You call this decorated?”

“Yeah, I mean, we got the stockings, and this guy here,” he held up the snowman and looked between you and El. “What? He’s festive. Look, he’s got a red and green scarf. See? Festive.” He waved the small piece of fabric back and forth, making both you and El giggle.

“Well, I brought along some extras, just in case. The only thing I couldn’t find was a tree. Lot was closed by the time I got there.”

“Good thing we are surrounded by them. Why don’t you get all that nonsense set up and I’ll go find us a good tree; there are a few outback that may be the right size.” He got his coat and gloves back on turned to El. “You ok with that kiddo?”

“Fine with that,” El replied still going through the bags, barely acknowledging him.

“Right. Ok. Here I go,” he breathed and headed out to find a Christmas Tree.

You turned back to El, and while she was distracted, grabbed the bag with the gift and put it aside.

“So, do you like to bake cookies?” you asked, curious about the quiet girl. She seemed to contemplate your question, and then finally looked up at you with her brow creased.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever made cookies before?”

She shook her head.

“Would you like to learn how?”

El considered the question and a small smile found its way to her lips. “I would like that very much.”

While Hopper was out searching for a tree, you went about the process of making sugar cookies, explaining it step by step to a very attentive Jane Hopper. She watched with intense curiosity as you shifted the flour and managed the butter and eggs, whipping it all up into a tasty dough, that you then rolled out and cut with shapes like Christmas trees, snowmen and gingerbreadmen. The first two batches had cooked and cooled by the time Hopper came bursting through the door, nearly frozen through and dragging a good-sized pine tree.

“Heat, heat, heat, heat…” he kept mumbling over and over as he dropped the tree in the entry, slammed the door shut and went right for the wood burning stove. Once he had defrosted a little, he turned to you and saw the cookies spread out across the kitchen. “What’s all this?”

“I brought her stuff to make cookies, too. Figured I would keep her company and we would get these all baked while you got the tree, so you two could decorate them together later.”

“That was real sweet, Y/N, thank you. It smells amazing in here. Reminds me of my gram’s kitchen,” Hopper said, a wisp of nostalgia softening his features. “Let me get the tree up. Found the stand out in the shed, then we can talk waffles.”

True to his word, the tree was up in the stand in a matter of minutes. It was more than six feet tall and the top brushed against the ceiling of the cabin. El was excited as she shifted through the different ornaments, closely examining each one.

Hopper helped her open some of the packaging and when everything was ready to go, he ruffled her hair. “Gimme a sec, kid and I’ll find some music to put on and you can start decorating.”

He went through the vinyl collection and laughed out loud when he found what he wanted. “Now, this is music,” he crooned as he slipped the album from its cover and onto the turntable.

The smooth voice of Elvis Presley filled the cabin, as Santa Claus is Back in Town began to play. A huge grin came alive on his face as he turned to El, grabbed her hand and began to twirl her around the room. She was laughing heartily and going along with his shenanigans.

You loved watching them together. The little girl had a way of bringing out a playful side to the Chief you could never imagine existed. Knowing what you did of his past, you were overjoyed to see him having so much fun and enjoying life outside the station. You felt a little guilty, watching them dance and having such a good time; almost like you were intruding on a very special family memory-making moment. But as the song faded away, he let her go and she immediately picked up the lights and began to string the around the tree.

Hopper joined you in the kitchen, leaning back against the wood block counter, and very close to where you were doing the same.

“She’s a great kid,” he mused softly, watching her go about lighting up her first Christmas tree.

“She’s lucky to have you,” you said, pushing off the counter and going back to cleaning up from the cookies.

“I’m the lucky one,” he said, and followed your lead, wiping up the counter and closing the ingredients. “She came along and… Hell. I guess we were there for each other.”

“You’re both lucky.”

You sighed, but not loud enough for him to hear you. Watching them stirred up something in you that you thought you’d put behind you. A family, kids… they weren’t in your future; mostly because you never really wanted them. The past few years had proved to be a little difficult, and very lonely. Now, watching these two together, and the feelings that had stirred earlier for the Chief, you were suddenly envious of what they had, and so wished you could experience your own family one day.

“I should be going,” you said suddenly, and shoved a piece of paper at him. “This has the recipe for the waffles. Just follow that, waffle maker is there, and I’ll get the other stuff back from you next time I see you at work.”

“Whoa, whoa, what’s the rush?” he gently touched your elbow. “Stay a while. Besides, the snow is only getting worse, its pitch-black outside and I would love to have someone to share this with,” from under one of the cabinets he pulled out a mostly full bottle of Jack Daniels. “No one man should drink this much alone. People could talk… make assumptions.”

Against your better judgment, you smiled and snickered. “What are you talking about?”

“You know how these old house wives can be… that Chief Hopper, he sure drinks alone a lot,” he said, mimicking the ones he was talking about. “You could help crush those rumors.” He raised the bottle up. “You said you had no other plans. Stay. Bake more cookies, help me make waffles for the kid.”

“I don’t want to intrude on your Christmas, Hopper.”

“Who’s intruding? I’m asking you to stay.” He tried not to smile through the serious look he wore when he used your own tactic against you. “What do you say?”

A slight vibration of excitement began to hum in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to say yes and spend the rest of Christmas with Hopper and El, but something about it still felt wrong.

“What about her, what if she wants you and Christmas to herself. You said yourself its her first real Christmas. She doesn’t need some co-worker of yours to ruin that.”

“Co-worker?” Hopper snorted a laugh and raised his brows incredulously. “Look, after what you did for me tonight, you’re much more than that. Besides, she’d want you to stay. She likes you. Watch… hey, kid. Do you mind if (Y/N) stays and celebrates Christmas with us?”

She stopped mid-decorating and turned towards the kitchen. El took a few tentative steps towards where you and Hopper stood.

“New friend?” she asked.

“Yup, she sure is,” he responded and looked towards you.

“Ok then. Stay,” the corner of her mouth pulled up into a crooked grin before she turned her attention back towards the tree.

Hopper cleared his throat and nudged his elbow gently into your arm. “See, she wants you to stay. So, stay.”

“Fine, you got me, I’ll stay at least until the storm dies down.”

“Great! I’ll grab the glasses and you can make the waffles!”

Three whiskeys later, the tree was completely decorated, Elvis’ Christmas album had played through at least twice and El was laying sleepily on the couch with the remnants of a decorated sugar cookie laying beside her.

“Hey, kiddo,” Hopper bent down near the couch. “Whaddya say you head off to bed? Hm? Santa doesn’t come until you’re in bed and fast asleep.”

“Santa?” she asked, half paying attention.

“Remember, the big guy in the suit with the beard that brings the presents?”

She turned her head to him and smiled, tugging at his beard and chuckling. “You’re Santa!”

He snorted a laugh and helped her sit up on the couch. “Come on, off to bed with ya.”

The girl reluctantly got up and put the sugar cookie back on the plate before coming over to you and giving you a brief hug. “Thank you for the cookies and the decorations.”

Her embrace, though it was loose and slightly hesitant, took you by surprise and overwhelmed you with a swell of emotion. “You’re so welcome. Merry Christmas, El.”

“Merry Christmas, waffle maker,” she smiled that sweet and crooked smile again before leaving you and saying goodnight to Hopper.

“Night kiddo. Sleep good, and tomorrow… presents.” Hopper kissed her head and followed her into her room to be sure she was warm and tucked in.

Once she was, he came out and quietly closed her door behind him. “She’s already out.”

“Poor kid, holidays can be exhausting,” you mused as you went about cleaning up the remainder of the baking supplies. “Now, everything you need for tomorrow is right in the fridge. Flour is here, and the waffle maker is right there.” You dried your hands on the towel and headed to the coat rack to get your coat. Before you could slip it over your shoulders, Hopper was waving you off.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t leave, now.”

“Why? It’s late and I suspect Santa has a few more things to wrap,” you teased.

“Yeah, maybe. But ma’am, you’ve been drinking. What kind of cop would I be if I let you drive all the way back into Hawkins town proper after you’ve been hittin’ the bottle?”

You snorted a laugh, thinking he was kidding, but the expression he wore said otherwise. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“And what do you propose I do? Sleepover?”

“Would that be so terrible? You could have another drink with me. Help me wrap some presents and be here in the morning to make the waffles.”

“You just made a very successful batch yourself, Chief. I think you can handle it.” Shaking your head, you continued to put your coat on, ignoring the fact that he was now standing between you and the front door.

“Well… what if I want you to stay? Would you stay?”

He was gazing at you, his eyes soft but hopeful. There was something in there that seemed to be silently pleading with you to say yes, though you just assumed it was the Jack talking through him. In a split second, a myriad of thoughts went through your head, and there was no way to differentiate between them all in that moment. Your gut said stay. Your heart said stay. Your mind told you to run all the way home.

Two out of three… majority rules I guess, you thought as you started to take off your coat. “Alright, Hopper. I’ll stay. But only if you pour me some of that egg nog and add a shot of Jack to it.

“One spiked egg nog, comin’ up,” he said, a smile unfurling under his whiskers.

By the second spiked egg nog, you and Hopper had finished wrapping the few things he got for El and exchanged more than a few stories while sitting around the warmth of the wood burning stove. The tree twinkled in the corner, and a brief lull had come over the room. The only prominent sound was the crackle of the wood from inside the iron giant next to you.

“This is a great cabin you have here,” you started, suddenly nervous and more than a little tipsy.

Hopper sat up from the couch with a groan and nodded in agreement. “It was my grandad’s place for years, then I just used it for storage. When Jane—El, came along… she, uh, needed some time to transition. Get used to me, you know? Thought this was safer than being in town.”

“Are you planning on going back to town anytime soon?”

“Yeah, most likely after Christmas. Trying to get her enrolled in Hawkins Middle for the new year. She’s a smart kid, already has some friends there, so I am hoping that its not too much on her.”

“Seems like she’s had a rough go of it,” you said thoughtfully, daring a glance at the big man beside you.

His blue eyes were semi-glazed over, but still twinkled with the reflected lights of the tree. He looked thoughtful and ran a hand over his mouth and down his beard before meeting your gaze.

“Rough is one way to describe it. Maybe one day I can tell you all about it,” he paused, and chuckled to himself. “Maybe one day. But, tonight… we celebrate Santa!”

He absently patted your knee before standing from the couch and going back to the record player. Leaving Elvis on the turntable, he moved the needle further onto the record, and the first notes of Blue Christmas began playing. Hopper came back over to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch without asking. He just wrapped his arms around you, holding one of your hands to his chest, his other around your waist, and started dancing you around the room.

Singing along with Elvis, he spun you and then pulled you close again. The more he moved you and sang along, the bigger your smile grew. His hands were warm and surprisingly soft. You loved how he was gently brushing his thumb against your back as he spun you around the room and tucked your hand into his chest deeper with each twirl.

Hopper moved you in closer and let his face press intimately against your cheek as he continued singing along. The breath from his words felt like a warm burst of heaven against your ear, and you found yourself falling for him faster than you thought would be possible.

The song began to fade out, and a more up-tempo one took its place. You didn’t want it to end, but you also felt suddenly nervous around him. Whether it was the whiskey, or the abrupt sprout of feelings for the man, you needed a moment to think.

“Bathroom?” you asked, feeling warm from the heat and the booze, but mostly the closeness to the Chief..

“Right there,” he pointed and watched you as you entered it and swiftly shut the door.

Starring at yourself in the small vanity mirror, you tried to calm your breathing and splashed some cold water on your face. From the other room, the music stopped, but Hopper kept on humming the tune and mumbling the words of Blue Christmas. Taking another moment or two, you took a few deep breaths, and rejoined him in the other room.

“Hey, come here,” he said and waved you over to the window, “it finally stopped snowing.”

You peaked out of the curtain to see a beautiful, serene blanket of snow covering most everything. The night’s illumination made it look like something out of a fairy tale, casting an even deeper fantastical glow over the night as the snow sparkled under the full moon.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, afraid that saying it any louder would break the spell.

“It sure is,” he said, and when you turned your face up to glance at him, you realized he was looking at you, and not out the window.

The needle lowered back onto the record, and Silent Night began to play softly just as Hopper took your chin between his fingers and lifted your face up to his. Despite the copious amounts of spiked egg nog, you felt instantly sober as you grasped that he was about to kiss you.

You didn’t stop him, you wanted him to kiss you—and if you were being honest with yourself—it was from the moment you saw him in the market. There was no reason as to why then, but after spending the evening with him and his daughter, it was the only thing you wanted for Christmas.

Hopper paused, only briefly, just before his lips touched yours. When you didn’t pull away, he gently pressed his lips to yours. The bristles of his beard tickled your lips, but the feeling of him against you was something else entirely. The had a magic all of its own.

His fingers slipped from your chin, and cautiously wrapped around you and drew you into his chest. Holding you closer now than when you were dancing, you kissed him back with all your newly found feelings. It only encouraged him to return it deeper, and with a sudden flare of passion.

His lips parted, guardedly allowing his tongue to know yours. When they touched, it sent a bolt of shivers down your body, making your knees feel weakened and a tingle of warmth to grow within you. You felt you could lose yourself in him, very easily, and that thought scared you into pulling back from his kiss.

“Hopper… wait,” you breathed, putting your hands on his chest to give yourself a little distance. “This is… wow.”

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t’ve—” he mumbled and shook his head.

“No, please… don’t apologize. I wanted you too, very much,” you paused and flashed a glance towards El’s room. “Its just a surprise, you know? Like, wow. What’s happening here?” you laughed nervously and ran a hand through your hair.

“I have no clue. I’m really, terrible at these kinda things. But tonight, tonight was fun. Watching you with El, and the way you just sorta swooped in and helped me. It felt good to laugh, and not feel like a sad sack of shit on Christmas. Having her,” he said and pointed towards her room, “and you here, I don’t know. It just feels nice.”

He hesitantly caressed the side of your face and seemed as though he was going to kiss you again, but a sudden yawn made him divert away, then lay his forehead against your shoulder with a groan. His whole body animatingly slumping down, too.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “It’s been a long day, Hop. Come on.” Taking his hand, you lead him over towards the couch and allowed him to fall onto it with a thud. You inhaled sharply and laughed as he pulled you down next to him and draped his arm over your shoulders, drawing you into the crook of his arm.

He rested his head back against the couch, his eyes closing, but a ghost of a smile was left on his face. “Best Christmas in a long time,” he mumbled as he snuggled you into him. “In a long, long time.”

Taking a deep breath, you felt yourself settle into him and close your eyes. Sleep came quickly after.

When you woke, Hopper was snoring softly beside you. Carefully you got out from beneath his embrace without waking him. El was still asleep and you thought it best to leave, so they could enjoy their first Christmas together as a family. Also, this way there would be no awkwardness between you. Maybe he would regret how close you had gotten the night before. Leaving now would give him an out if he woke up with a different mindset.

You took the gift you got from the store, signed the little tag To El, and left it under the tree with her other presents. Leaving everything else behind, you made your way out onto the porch and took in the serene view before you. Christmas morning donned with a cotton candy sky and a blanket of undisturbed snow that looked like scene from a post card. Not wanting to chance them waking before you left, you quietly made your way down to the car and drove away towards home.

The rest of your day went on as normal. You got home, took a hot shower, made some breakfast before going on to phone relatives far and wide to say Merry Christmas. You had hoped that maybe Hopper would call. He certainly should have had your phone number somewhere in that brain of his. But when he didn’t, you reluctantly picked up the receiver and dialed the various family members. Each conversation was the same…

Why didn’t you come to visit?

I am covering a shift today at the station, so Florence could spend it with her family.

Do you enjoy spending Christmas alone?

It’s not so bad, honestly. (you’d lie)

If you’d settle down with a nice man, you wouldn’t have to be alone.

Oh yes, maybe one day… (you’d say with a laugh but there was no humor in it)

When that torture was finally over, you got yourself ready and headed off to the station to cover the phones for the evening.

Only one officer was on duty, Officer Finlay, a middle aged, divorced man who’s only ambition in life was to do as little as possible. Hawkins was normally a quiet town anyway and being that it was Christmas, the most you could really expect to get was a call from the local bar about a drunken disorderly. The night drug on without incident, and as the sun set on Hawkins that Christmas day, you decided to fix up a little dinner for you and Officer Finlay that you brought from home.

Standing in the small kitchen area of the station, your back was to the room when you heard the PA system click on with a whine before the sounds of Elvis singing Blue Christmas came through. Thinking that Officer Finlay was playing the music, you paused at the recognition of the song and thought back to last night and the time you spent dancing with Hopper.

You just stood at the microwave, lost in thought about the night before and wishing you hadn’t left the way you did. Before you could think of all the ways you blew things with Hopper before they even began, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you.

When you turned, you saw Hopper and El both standing there, cheeks bright pink from the cold air and a huge grin on the girl’s face.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, as El quickly moved in to hug you.

You caught the girl and hugged her back, noticing she had on the gift you left her. The silver stars sparkled back at you, as you gave her one last little squeeze.

“Its so pretty!” she exclaimed, as you bent down and admired it on her.

“It looks beautiful on you, El,” you said, lightly touching the chain. Looking back up at Hopper, you saw him watching you and tried to discern the expression on his face. Was he upset with you for leaving it? Or for leaving at all? Was he remorseful about kissing you… did he even remember kissing you?!

“You left without saying goodbye.” He looked disappointed. “Then, once she opened that, she insisted we come and find you.”

“You didn’t stay for waffles,” she added, her tone thick with disappointment.

“I’m so sorry, I really thought you guys might just wanna spend the morning together.”

“Come back for dinner,” she asked, her doe-like brown eyes quietly pleading with you to say yes. “I promise, no waffles. Hop says we have to have a vegetable.”

You laughed heartily at her response and hugged her again. “I would love to come for dinner, but I have to work tonight. Rain check?”

She looked confusedly up at Hopper. “Rain check?”

“It means can she come another time instead. But, that’s not necessary. Finlay!” Hopper called out, turning to find the officer. “You can cover the phones for her tonight, right?”

“But—” he started and read the Chief’s expression and threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, fine. But the stew, stays.”

“Fair enough,” he said and turned back around, his blue eyes twinkling a bit mischievously. “So, dinner and maybe a bit more Elvis?”

That warm glow of long-forgotten feelings grew again and there was no way you would or could turn him down. Or El, for that matter. Within the course of a day, they both became two of your very favorite people. The more time you could spend with them, the better.

“Yes, I would love that.”

El was visibly excited, Hopper was a bit subtler about it. He quickly glanced over his should at Finlay, who was now sulking at his desk, then back to you. Taking your hand, he gave it a squeeze and took a step closer to you.

“Good, cause the kid really likes you.”

“I really like her.”

“I might, kinda like you, too. I mean I always have but…,” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. When he spoke again, his voice was lowered so only you could hear him. “Last night was pretty great. Would like to do it again, maybe a little less drunk, so I don’t pass out just when things get good.”

You could feel yourself blush but was also excited at the thought. “I’d like that very much.”

“That’s good,” he said and then sung along with the song still playing over the PA. “Cause, it’d be a Bluuuee Christmas, without you…”

El rolled her eyes and hit him in the ribs.

“You’re lame,” she teased and shook her head.

Hopper raised his arms in defense. “Hey, I am not lame, ok. I am…” he trailed off, looking to you for help.

“Oh no pal, you are suuuper lame,” you agreed with her, and gave her a wink.

“I can see how this night is gonna go. May have to break out that whiskey again afterall,” he grumbled with a reluctant smile. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Keeping your hand in his, and El’s in his other, the three of you left the station to head to the cabin for Christmas dinner and who knows what else. Either way, you knew that things would never be the same again after that Christmas day.

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