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Racing (Nick Leister x Reader)

A/N: This is part one of an angst filled mini-series with Nick Leister x Reader. Trigger Warnings: Car Accident, Blood, Hospital

Racing was always one of Nick’s favorite things. He enjoyed the scene, he enjoyed the control he felt behind the wheel, the thrill of pushing the car past its limits and having to read his opponents every move. He had never known fear at a race, not until tonight. 

One of the girls that Ronnie hung with had challenged you to a race, which in theory was not a big deal. Nick had watched you race before and though he’d never admit it out loud, he knew that you were probably better than even he was. You were down for it, he didn’t even hesitate to give you the keys to his McLaren. He had wished you good luck, kissing you intensely before you started. 

Nick stood back with Jenna and Lion and watched the race on his phone. You were smoking her, making it look effortless. Everything was going smoothly until she decided to slam into your right rear bumper on the last turn. Which was against the rules, even during illegal street racing, due to how dangerous it was at high velocities. What happened next seemed to go in slow motion for Nick. Even though in reality it took only a few seconds. 

He watched as his car began to spin out of control, the other car hit his again this time perpendicularly. The driver’s side door took the brunt of the impact. The cars skidded for a moment and then you were air bound, the McLaren flipped and crunched before finally landing upside down flames starting to spread. 

Nick had no idea what had happened to the other car. He didn’t care, he was already sprinting at full speed towards you. Lion and others were not far behind. Nick was terrified as he saw the car came into sight, it looked much worse than it had on the tiny screen. He ignored everyone telling him to stay back and wait for the emergency response teams. He slid on his stomach trying to get a look at you. The smell of gasoline only heightened his fear, knowing that the whole car could blow at any moment. 

He couldn’t see you well enough to tell if you were even breathing. An impact like that, there was no telling how injured you were. One look at the car told him he was not going to be able to pry the doors open. 

He repositioned himself and kicked in what remained of the front windshield. “Lion!” he screamed, already starting to crawl inside the car. 

“You sure we should move her? We could injury her worse. Someone's already called the medics”

“We have to, the cars not going to last that long.” 

Nick positioned himself under you, ignoring the glass stabbing through his jacket. The heat was getting intense, he had to act fast. He unfastened your seatbelt, and you fell awkwardly on top of him.  

“Pull me out,” he yelled to Lion.

Three or four of the guys pulled him by his legs back out of the windshield. They lifted you off of him and Lion helped him back to his feet. Everyone was yelling to clear the area. Nick had gotten you back in his arms and ran around the corner just as the car was completely consumed by flames and exploded. He laid you down, waiting for Lion to come back with his car or for an ambulance to arrive, whichever was first. 

“Y/n? Hey, can you hear me?” he shook you.

No response. 

Nick laid his ear directly against your chest. Relief filled him as he felt your heart beating, the first sign that you were still alive. He looked for anyy obvious injuries, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the source of your bleeding. At least not before the paramedics arrived and pushed him out of the way. He didn't catch much of what they were saying or doing, but the words "unresponsive", "med-flight", and "too unstable" were enough to stop his breathing. He grabbed at his chest and stared in disbelief. He could barely see you through the ward of emergency professionals around you.

What couldn't have been more than ten minutes felt like an eternity to Nick. Finally, you had been loaded onto a stretcher and were being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

"Sir, are you riding with?" a young EMT asked.

"What?"

"Are you riding with us? We have to go now."

"Yeah...Right...I'm coming with you."

"We'll follow, meet you at the hospital," Lion told his best friend.

Nick had not even realized that Lion and Jenna were still there. He quickly pushed his way into the ambulance. Once inside he grabbed your hand in his, not daring to take his eyes off of you for even a second. He willed for you to be alright. He wished that you would wake up and make some witty remark. The medic was reading off vitals, but Nick couldn't focus on that. Only the almost imperceptible rise and fall of your chest.

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A Day To Remember

A/N: This is part one of a Nick x Reader, where reader finds out she's pregnant similar to the books. Trigger Warnings: hospitals, blood, pregnancy, miscarriage, etc.

I had just graduated high school and was excited to take a gap year to figure out what was next for me. My current plan was to work full time and save up money, while deciding whether or not college was the right choice.

Unsurprisingly, Nick had asked me to move in with him. My parents weren’t thrilled about the idea, but ultimately left it up to me. Nick and I were working on moving my belongings into his car. He was so genuinely excited that he could not stop smiling. Nick had said that he had been waiting for this day since the moment he met me. That I was tha first and only girl he had ever loved. If it were up to him, the two of us would probably already be engaged. I couldn't deny that I was utterly in love with him. This move was a big deal, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Nick wanted to have Steve move my things over to his apartment, but I knew I only had about 5 boxes worth of stuff and promised him that we could manage. He packed the heavy stuff up, and left me to grab my clothes. As I bent down to pick up a small box, I felt like something sharp was stabbing me in the back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. 

“Are you okay?” Nick asked, rushing over to me after seeing how pale my face had went. 

I tried to force a deep breath allowing my weight to shift so I fell back on my butt. “I think I screwed up my back.”

“I told you, you should just let me get everything,” Nick tried to joke concern still covering his features.

I ignored him as the pain started to become more tolerable. Nick frowned as he picked up the box I was trying to lift, it wasn’t even half full. His little sister Maddie could have carried it with no problem. He took it and the last box out to the car. “Can you get up?” he asked hovering over me. 

“Uh- I’m not really sure.”

He wrapped his arm around my back and supported my weight. As I repositioned myself, the pain shifted to my stomach, and I bent over, unable to support myself. 

“I think you threw out your back.”

I wanted to ask him why, if I threw out my back, was the pain in my stomach. However, my energy was better spent forcing myself to breathe through the pain. He effortlessly scooped me up and carried me out to his car placing me gently in the car seat.

“We’ll get you home, let you lay on our bed in our apartment, I'll get you some pain meds, and be your personal servant until you’re good as new,” Nick promised. 

I nodded, unable to speak. The pain was consuming me. All I wanted was the relief I prayed would come when I laid down. 

“I can call a massage therapist if you want,” Nick added. 

The trip felt agonizingly long. Nick didn’t even ask, he just carried me from the car inside the house. He had littered the room with rose pedals, wanting to make our first night of living together special. I hadn’t even noticed. As he laid me on the bed, a jolt of agonizing pain coursed through my body. 

“Shit Y/n, are you okay? Maybe we should take you to the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m not going to the hospital for a pulled muscle.” I managed through clenched teeth. 

Nick seemed a little reluctant, but left and returned with a muscle relaxer and some water. I downed it quickly and tried to wait for it to start working its magic. Nick climbed carefully in the bed next to me and waited for me to position myself with him. 

It was not even an hour later, that the pain became more intense. I felt like I might pass out, writhing to find comfort. 

“That’s it. We are going.” Nick decided. 

The ride to the hospital was agony. Nick kept trying to reassure me, but it was of little comfort. He managed to get me inside the ER and was in the process of filling out the paper work when I felt something strange between my legs. It was blood, soaking through the pajamas that Nick had managed to put me in. Not a normal amount of blood, at least not in my experience. 

The next thing I remember was being rushed to a room in a wheelchair by a nurse and Nick causing a scene when he was told he would have to wait in the lobby. 

I was helped onto the hospital bed, my clothes exchanged for a gown. The nurse hooked me up to a blood pressure machine and took vitals. She asked me a bunch of routine questions, my name, my birthdate, what I had eaten that day, etc. 

Then she asked me a question that would have made me choke had I been drinking water, “How far along are you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I suspect you might be having a miscarriage, how far along are you.”

“I have an IUD,” I muttered. 

I couldn’t be having a miscarriage, because that would mean that I would be pregnant. And I couldn’t be pregnant because I had gotten an IUD to make sure I couldn’t get pregnant. 

“The doctor will be right in, I’m sure everything will be fine,” she said before exiting the room. 

Everything will be fine. I agreed. Because I hurt myself picking up a box. I might be hemorrhaging, maybe I developed a hernia, but there was no way I was pregnant. 

The doctor entered the room, with an ultrasound machine. He introduced himself and did a scan of my abdomen. My heart nearly stopped, on the screen there was the unmistakable image of a baby. 

“I’d say you're about 16 weeks,” he moved the probe around my stomach, “and there is the pulse.”

“Am I going to lose it?”

“You are experiencing an intrauterine hematoma. My guess is that you have been on the verge of miscarrying several times before and that is why you haven’t realized you were late. Are you on birth control?”

“I have an IUD”

“We will check you in, remove the IUD, run tests, and keep you here until the bleeding stops. You have to try your best to relax, any stress or strain can be bad for both the baby and you.”

The nurse came back in and asked a few more questions before starting an IV, drawing bloodwork, and administering a sedative. 

When I woke up, Nick was sitting in the chair next to me, he looked pale with worry. When he noticed I was awake, he jumped to his feet, “Jesus Y/n, how are you feeling? The doctors won’t tell me anything, they didn’t even want to let me in here.”

Before I could find words, tears had started streaming down my face. How was I supposed to tell him? He didn’t want this, he was the one that asked me to go on birth control. What if he leaves me? What if I had to raise this baby on my own? I could kiss any ideas of a future goodbye. I was going to be a mom, an 18-year old mom. My heart rate soared, my breathing became frantic.

“Y/n, calm down, just breathe, calm down, I’m here, you’re okay, everything is going to be okay,” Nick tried to console me, I could see the fear in his eyes at the state I was in. It took a nurse giving me another round of sedatives for me to calm down again.

I would later find out that the nurse had come in to take me to remove my IUD. She didn’t tell Nick this though, she just said that they had to take me for a procedure. Nick being Nick was smart enough to know that procedures were not needed for tweaked muscles and proceeded to thoroughly freak out. He was not listed as family though and was not able to receive any further information. Instead of calling my family, like any sane person, he just sat in that hospital room until I returned almost 2 hours later. He was scared, he was struggling not to lose his shit. 

When I was wheeled back in, it took everything in him not to threaten the nurse into giving him information. He had to keep reminding himself that if he did that he would get no information whatsoever. Not only that, but he wouldn’t be able to be here for me when I woke up. So he just sat there, holding onto my hand like it was his lifeline.

The next time I woke up, I was much more mellow. I assume that was in part to the drugs that I was on. I saw nick whose puffy eyes stared blankly at the wall. I sighed, which caught his attention. He looked at me with pleading eyes, this time he was still, not wanting to freak me out again. 

“Are you okay?” he asked voice barely audible. 

I cried. He shifted to hug me, careful not to put too much pressure on me. 

“I’m promise, whatever’s going on, we will figure it out together. I’m never going to let anything happen to you okay. You are going to be okay,” he whispered into my hair. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure me or himself. 

“Nick-” he backed away so he could see my face. 

“I’m pregnant.”

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The Ending (part II) - Nick Leister x Reader

A/N: This is part two of three of this mini-fic. I love me some good Nick Leister angst. Trigger Warnings: Violence, Blood, Kidnapping

Y/n's POV:

A few days had passed since your run in with Ronnie. Nick hard hardly left your side, making sure you were comfortable and had anything you could possibly want within arms reach. He was sweet and gentle, but you could see the rage in his eyes. You knew that he was planning something. The text from Lion came later that day, the fight had been set up. Your heart dropped, but you knew that there was nothing you could say or do to stop it.

"I'm coming with you," you said decisively as Nick prepared to leave.

"You absolutely will not," he deadpanned.

"Nick. I am not going to sit here scared shitless that something is going wrong. I'm going to be there in your corner to support you and watch you kick his ass."

He studied you, you were unwaivering in your convictions. He admired your guts. Truth be told, he wanted you there. He wanted you to see him protecting you, keeping his promises to you. But there was no way in hell he was going to make you face Ronnie if you weren't ready. That had to be your decision.

"Fine then, let's go."

The ride was silent. You knew Nick was going over everything in his head, he was mentally preparing himself. You were going to leave him be, but you couldn't help yourself, "You can't let your emotions get the better of you."

"Hmm?"

"When you're fighting, don't be emotional. Don't think about me, about revenge. Just go out there and kick ass, just like any other fight with anyone else."

"Darling, I'm always thinking about you," he said taking your hand in his and pulling it up to his lips for a tender kiss. He knew you were right though. Fighters that fought with emotion got sloppy, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Especially not with Ronnie.

Walking into the building that Nick was going to be fighting against Ronnie felt like something straight out of a movie. There were people everywhere, the smell of alcohol permeated the air. The chanting was almost loud enough to mask the music that was vibrating the floor. Lion was warming Nick up. Nick was shirtless, his skin glistened, as he bounced back and forth, ducking and swinging. The chain you bought him was loose on his neck. For just a moment the two of you made eye contact before he focused back on what Lion was saying. You and Jenna found a spot to stand that she swore had the best view.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You considered everything that could go wrong, a shot to the head, a paralyzing fall. This was dumb. You thought about Maddie and the promise that Nick had made to his mom. You felt like you were the reason he was in this situation and you didn't want to be the reason he lost his little sister.

You loved Nick and understood that deep down, he truly believed that he had no other choice this time. You struggled to believe that this would be over, even if Nick won. You watched intently as he and Ronnie began exchanging jabs. Nick moved effortlessly, you studied his foot work, the pattern of his movements. It was like the rest of the crowd fell away, you were no longer tuned into the cheering, the music, none of it. Just the man you loved and his opponent. Every hit that landed on Nick took your breath away, you committed them to memory planning to check each spot for injury later. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed that Jenna left your side to be with Lion.

It wasn't until someone had moved in beside you, that you managed to tear your eyes from the fight. This guy was too close for comfort. A chill went down the back of your spine. Your hair stood on the back of your neck as the stranger leaned over and whispered in your ear “Hello Sweetheart, you and I are gonna go for a stroll.”

You felt something hard against your back, fear coursing through your body as you turned and obeyed. 

“Good girl,” the man said as you walked slowly towards the exit. 

As you exited the building, you were grabbed by two more men. And the man with the gun came to face you. You recognized him as one of Ronnie’s low-life groupies. “Time for a nap,” he held something sweet over your mouth and despite your attempt to fight it off, darkness consumed you. 

Nick’s POV:

I was fighting to keep my emotions in line as I fought Ronnie. I am faster than him and have more stamina, so as long as I can bait him early it’s usually an easy win. He definitely got stronger since the last time that we fought, but jail will do that to you. This fight was personal. For him his reputation was on the line. For me it was about sending a loud message that no on puts hands on my girl and gets away with it. I couldn’t make up my mind whether or not I was glad that she had come here tonight. On one hand, I loved having her around. But on the other hand, this was no place for her. She didn’t need to worry about me and the last thing I wanted was for her to be scared of me after seeing my more violent side. She was also a distraction and the last thing I needed right now was to become distracted. 

Ronnie had gained some early points, but I had managed to even up the scores. I could tell he was getting tired, his hatred of me only able to carry him so far. He was getting sloppy, and I was capitalizing on it. I landed a solid hit to the side of his face, knocking through his cheek and nose. Blood was already running into his teeth as he hit the ground. He barely stood up before I hit him again in the jaw.

That was it. The fight was over, I had won. My hand was lifted in the air, the crowd cheered. Lion congratulated me. I was riding the high of victory, honestly just glad it was over.

Ronnie walked by me, pausing for a moment, to whisper in my ear, “That’s fine mate, I already got the prize.”

My world stopped, I spun around eyes searching desperately through the crowd. Where is she? I interrupted Lion as he was collecting our winnings, “Where’s Y/n?”

“I dunno probably in the bathroom or something. We raked in 20 grand tonight Nick, imagine how much we’d make if  you came back full time. We could-”

I sprinted over to Jenna, “Where’s Y/n?”

She glanced around, puzzled by her friend's absence, “I don’t know. She was just here.” 

I sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time continually scanning the crowd. There was no sign of her anywhere. I went to the bathrooms and pounded on the door, yelling her name. But it was just some random guy inside who I’m sure I scared the shit out of. I ran outside to my car, she wasn’t there. I looked for Ronnie, but he too had disappeared. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, no answer. I dialed again, no answer. FUCK.

I sit for a minute, mind racing. Should I call the police? Should I go home? Is there any chance I’m overreacting and she’s totally fine? Deep down I knew this was not the case. She was gone and it was my fault. I wasn’t there to protect her. I was too caught up in the fight to even notice she wasn’t there. I punch the steering wheel, my chest feels tight. I can’t decide my next move, I don’t even know where to start. I take a stuttered breath and start my car peeling out towards her house. 

I don’t remember the drive there. I’m not sure that I stopped at a single light or sign. I was trying to come up with the words to tell her mother. She’d have to be the one that called the cops. There is no way they’d take Y/n’s 21-year-old boyfriend seriously, even if I was a Leister. As I pulled in I was surprised to see that there were already police cars lined up and down the street.

I rushed through the door to find her mom on the couch almost inconsolable. 

“Sir, you need to leave. You-”

“It’s alright this is Nick. Her boyfriend,” her mom struggled through tears.

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on,” I demanded. 

“Y/n was kidnapped and is being held for ransom.”

“I’m going to kill Ronnie!” I seethed. 

“We don’t believe that Ronnie is behind this. Were you aware that Y/n has been receiving threatening letters?”

My eyes went wide. I had no idea. Why hadn’t she told me?

The detective led me into the kitchen. 

“How much do you know about her father?” 

“Umm… I know that he was an abusive asshole that attacked Y/n. She said that it was her testimony that got him sent away and that he’s serving life in prison. But I fail to see why we are wasting time talking about this when she is out there, god knows where!” I struggle to keep my tone in check, a stray tear escaping my eye. 

“Her father escaped from prison a few weeks ago and has been seen locally. We believe that he is responsible for her disappearance this evening.”

“That’s not possible. It was Ronnie. He’s the one that stole my car, he’s the one that beat the shit out of her a few days ago, threatening to do worse if I didn’t fight him. He’s the one that made a sick comment about her going missing after the fight” 

“We believe that the two of them are working together. Ronnie and her father used to be cellmates. They were inseparable.”

“What can we do? How do we find them?”

“We don’t do anything. You can stay here with her mom or you can go home. We’ll take it from here and do everything in our power to make sure she comes home.”

“I’m not going to just sit on my ass and do nothing. I want to-”

I went silent as Y/n’s mom’s phone rang. I made my way back in the living room where a detective was instructing her to answer the call from the unknown number. 

“Hello?”

“I almost forgot how good it was to hear the fear in your voice.”

“What have you done with Y/n?” Nick interrupted. 

“Nothing…yet.”

“What do you want?” Y/n’s mom asked, voice wavering. 

“A million dollars wired to this account,” he instructed as a text came through with the numbers. 

“You know I don’t have that kind of money.”

“If you want to see your daughter alive again, you better figure it out.”

“How do we know she’s alive now?” I asked. 

Shuffling was heard of the other line

“Speak,” the man commanded.

I leaned closer into the phone, listening for any sign of Y/n. 

“I said speak, you dumb bitch,” he repeated before a loud smack was heard. 

“I can make her talk,” Ronnie announced. 

“Don’t touch her,” I yelled into the phone. 

“Nick? It’s not your fault” Y/n broke her silence.

I grabbed the phone, “Where are you? I’m gonna find you. You’ll be okay. I promise. I lo-” 

The call went dead. Her mom started sobbing again. The detectives scrambled, but ultimately the trace failed. I decided that I couldn’t just sit there any longer. I went back to my car. I considered going to Ronnie’s usual hangouts, if I found Ronnie, I knew I would find Y/n. There had to be something I could do. What if they hurt her? What if I couldn’t find her in time? What if her dad did what he failed to do last time? ‘Nick? It’s not your fault.’ What if that was the last thing she ever said to me? And she was wrong, it was my fault. I should have been there, I should have protected her. 

I hit the steering wheel again. This time it knocked the tiny gift box off it’s spot on the dash. It was the model car Y/n had got me after Ronnie stole my McLaren when she raced it instead of me. My McLaren. That’s how I’ll find her. My car had a tracker in it for insurance reasons. I track the car, I’ll find Ronnie which means I’ll find Y/n. 

The drive was agonizing. I didn’t have a plan as to what I would do when I got there, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was Y/n.

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Hate

Author's Note: This is a Nick Leister x Reader. Trigger Warnings: violence, blood, hospital.

Hate is a strong word. And honestly there are very few people that are worth wasting your time and energy hating. But Ronnie was at the top of that list. He has a special ability to get under Nick’s skin, and Nick seems completely unable to control his anger around him. This night was no different. 

Ronnie made some stupid comment about you and Nick went off. The whole place went crazy in a matter of minutes. Usually you went out of your way to stay out of it. But as you were watching Nick and Ronnie go at it you realized this was not a regular fight. Ronnie got Nick off his feet. But before he turned back around and got up, Ronnie had whipped out a switchblade. You could see that he was planning to attack Nick with it while he was down. 

The world felt like it was in slow motion, but there was no hesitation. You moved to intervene, pushing Nick out of the way before he even realized what was going on. The wave of pain that you experienced seemed delayed. It wasn’t when Ronnie stabbed you, his eyes wide realizing what he had just done, but when he removed the knife. The impact pushed you back, the tearing sensation causing you to start to double over. Then the cold sensation, you knew that your adrenaline was saving you from the majority of the pain. You turned your head slightly as someone yelled that the cops were there. Ronnie took one last look at you and ran like his life depended on it. Nick had recovered and was now in front of you.

Blood was already starting to seep through your shirt. Nick was speechless, terrified, he couldn’t process what was happening. He reluctantly pulled your shirt up, tearing his own to put over the wound and hold pressure. The police sirens were getting closer, he had to do something. Time was of the essence. Time. His new adversary. 

“Y/n, we gotta go, can you walk?”  You tried but stumbled forward. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. C’mere,” he picked you up in his arms and ran you towards his car. “Easy, easy does it-” he loaded you into the passenger seat and started to drive to the hospital.  

"Why the hell would you do that?" he yelled.

This snapped you out of your thoughts. You were in shock, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You removed the hand that you had been holding your wound with. The bright red blood made you feel sick. This was not good. This was not good at all. “Nick” you said, fear evident in your voice, “Ngh-h-hurts”.  

“I know. I know. But you’re going to be okay. Okay? I promise,” he looked over at you. He hated how pale you were already starting to look, he hated the sweat that was covering your face, he hated the blood he could see spreading on your shirt. 

“I’m not sorry,” you struggled. 

“Save your strength, just keep holding pressure.”

“I l-love you Nick Le-Leister.”

“Hey. I love you too, more than anything. And you are going to be fine, so stop. Stop trying to say goodbye.”

His knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. He wished he could pull over and help you, hold you, but he had to focus. The hospital was almost in sight and they would be able to help you a lot more than he could. This was killing him. Why? Why did you have to get in the way? Tears came to his eyes. He glanced over at you and felt his heart stop in his chest, “Y/n come on now, open your eyes. Stay awake. Hey, open your eyes. We are almost there.” 

He parked the car in the ambulance bay and carried you through the doors. A team of nurses took over, and he was left to watch as they carried you away. He slid down, cradling his head in his hands.

“Sir, are you bleeding? Is that your blood?”

Nick glanced down at his blood soaked shirt. “It’s not - It’s not my blood.”

“Are you alright? Do you need to see someone?” 

He was not alright. He might never be alright again. The love of his life was fighting for hers. And there was nothing he could do to help her. 

Someone else came up to them, “Sir, is that your car out there? You need to move it so the ambulances can come through.”

“My- My car,” Nick couldn’t focus.

He stood up and moved towards his car. It was still running, passenger door still ajar. Drops of blood trailing away from it. He got in and moved it just down the street. And then he just sat there, trying to process what had just happened. His phone buzzed in his pocket, it was Lion calling.

“Fuck dude, did you hear that someone got stabbed at the race?”

“Y/n” 

“What?” 

“Not someone, Y/n. Y/n got stabbed. Y/n saved me, Ronnie tried to- but she got in the way- and he-”

“Shit. Is she okay? Where are you?”

“We’re at the hospital. She’s in one of the trauma rooms. It’s not good man.” 

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Let me grab Jenna and we’ll head over there. Have you told anyone else yet? Do her parents know?”

Your parents. They were going to kill Nick. They already didn’t like that he took you to races and fights. They thought he was reckless and that he was going to hurt you. 

He did get you hurt.

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The Ending - Part I

A/N: This is a Nick Leister x Reader mini series. Trigger warnings - domestic violence, language, etc.

Nick didn’t know if he was more upset or worried, you hadn’t been answering your phone and you should have been home hours ago. Realistically, he knows that you probably lost track of time, but that doesn’t ease his wandering mind. He called Jenna who hadn’t seen you in hours, he had text your parents who confirmed that you hadn’t stopped by. He considered driving by some of the places you frequented, but he really wouldn’t even know where to start. He was probably just overreacting, but this wasn’t like you. He couldn't get over the unsettled feeling in his stomach.

He nearly jumped off the couch as he heard the door open. 

“Y/n?”

“Hey Nick,” you were careful to stay turned away from him, trying to make it to the bathroom without him intercepting you. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” he asked harshly.

“I’m sorry, I think I lost it somewhere."

When he starts to look at you, he can tell something is off. You are in a hoodie he’s never seen before that’s three times too big. You have the hood up and are hiding your face from him, not making eye contact. And this is not like you, you would usually be all over him after not seeing him all day. 

“Hey, I’m tired, I think I’m going to go straight to bed,” you say quickly trying to move past him. 

He grabbed you from behind, but let go immediately when you let out a painful shriek. He carefully turns you around, pulling the hood down. “Y/n-” he looked almost scared to touch you. “What the hell happened?”

“Ronnie said that if you weren’t willing to fight him, he’d take me as a consolation prize,” you winced at the memory of what had happened.

A murderous look made its way to Nick’s face, “Fuck!” he yelled. Getting you wrapped up in his mess was the last thing he ever wanted. Ronnie had just signed his own death certificate. He crossed the line, obliterated it. Nick’s attention shifted back to you, he realized that none of that mattered right now. “Come here, let me take care of you.” He led you to the bathroom and helped you sit on the counter. He carefully removed the hoodie, he felt sick, his stomach dropping. 

You were covered in deep bruises. The new light allowed him to better see your face, the swollen eye, dried blood under your nose, busted lip. It was a miracle you had even managed to make it here. 

“I-I” Nick stammered, “I need to make sure you don’t have any broken ribs. That we don’t need to take you to a hospital.” Nick had been injured enough from fighting that he had learned a thing or two. He felt your ribs one by one, you tried not to scream out in pain, putting one of the washcloths in your mouth. He concluded that they were bruised and not broken. “Did- did you hit your head? Did anyone hit you in the head with anything?” 

You weren’t sure everything had happened so fast and the pain was intense. “I don’t- I don’t know.” You ignored the tears escaping your eyes, instead trying to relish in the comfort of Nick's presence. His warmth, his scent, you hated the pain in his eyes, but you loved the security his presence brought you.

He helped you down off the counter and started running his fingers through your hair looking for dried blood, bumps, any sign of pain from you. He felt slightly relieved as he finished. He turned his attention to your face. He got a warm damp washcloth and gently wiped the blood off your face. He carefully carried you to your shared bedroom, grabbing you your favorite pajamas. He disappeared for a moment and returned with water, pain meds, and a bag of frozen peas.

You took the meds and placed the peas against your eye and grimaced as you laid back.

Nick just looked at you for a moment, taking it all in. He hated how quiet you were being, it hurt him to see you in so much pain. 

“Nick,” you called and patted the empty spot beside you. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” he asked after a long silence.

"Does it matter? You've seen the end result."

"Y/n please," he pleaded, searching my eyes.

“I was on my way here, when Ronnie and his goons pulled up on me. They held me while he beat the shit out of me. I thought it was over, but he called over his shoulder for them to take my clothes,” you started to cry, “I have never felt more vulnerable. They left me there in my underwear. Ronnie said that next time he’d take full advantage of me, if you refuse to fight him.”

Nick’s jaw was cliched so hard as you explained what you had been through. His hands formed fists. He was seeing red.

“Nick?” 

He looked at you.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. I’m fine. He’s not worth it.”

“You are not ‘fine’ Y/n, you are covered in bruises.”

“Promise me.”

“I can’t.”

“Nick please, I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt.”

“He hurt you. He’s not going to just walk away from this.”

You cried knowing that it was only going to get worse.  Nick shifted and pulled you into his arms. He cried too.

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Never Again

A/N: This is my 1st Nick Leister x Reader. Trigger warnings - drugging, attempted SA, alcohol

You could feel the music vibrating through your shoes before you even entered the house. This party Jenna had dragged you to was really something else. But with Nick and Lion busy at the garage, she wanted a distraction. 

There were people everywhere, you both did a line of shots. Jenna made her way to the dance floor dragging you along with her. It was fun, but it was hot. Too many people in that crowded room. You told Jenna you were going to get drinks and weaved through the crowd towards the bar. You had your drink on the counter and were waiting for the bartender to mix Jenna’s drink, when a tall, sleek dressed man came up to you.

“Having the time of your life?” he asked.

“Hardly,” you laughed politely.

“I’m Hunter.”

“Y/n.”

“Who are you here with?”

You turned around searching for Jenna in the crowd, “You see the girl over there dancing like no one’s watching?”

“Ah yes, the life of the party.”

“Do you want to find somewhere more private?” He leaned in. 

“I have a boyfriend,” you reply, backing away immediately.

“Noted. Have fun tonight, cheers!” he said, tapping your glass with his. 

You drank it relieved that he wasn’t being pushy, grabbed Jenna’s newly finished drink and started to head back to the dance floor. She happily accepted the drink and then pulled you in to start dancing with her. 

Jenna saw some people that she knew, and went over to catch up. You went to follow her, but your head started spinning. Had you drank that much? There was a wave of nausea. You started walking back to the bar, but were feeling disoriented. You looked around for Jenna but couldn’t spot her. You stumbled forward, but were caught before you could fall.

“Nick?”

But it wasn’t Nick. It was Hunter.

“Woah Y/n you don’t look so hot, let's get you upstairs. And then I’ll find Jenna.” 

You heard bits and pieces, everything was super distorted. But you didn’t fight it as he led you away, supporting your weight.

He took you into one of the unoccupied bedrooms, and laid you in the bed. You were tired, something was wrong with you. You’d never felt like this before. You forced your eyes open, and freaked out as you saw Hunter stripping down. You quickly realized what had happened. You tried to get up, but it was like you were stuck to the bed. You screamed, but he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth. Fear coursed through you, but it was dulled. He removed his hand and stuffed his t-shirt in your mouth instead. 

You were thrashing to the best of your ability, but it didn’t make much of a difference. Reality was fading as he started to undress you.

He was interrupted by Jenna banging on the door. Tears streaked your checks as Hunter forced your silence.

Apparently, she caused enough of a commotion that it caught attention.

“That’s my room,” a guy said, coming up to her.

“Someone has my friend in there.”

“Shit” he fished around his pocket before getting the key.

He stormed in and pushed the guy off you and into the wall. “What the fuck did you give her?”

“Nothing, she’s just drunk.” 

“You have one chance to tell me before I call the police.”

“Chill dude, it was just a roofie. She’s fine.”

The stranger punched Hunter across the face and kicked him out of the room in nothing but his underwear. He turned around, “Do you have someone you can call? Do you need a lift?”

Jenna was speechless, thoroughly shook by what had almost happened. 

“She’ll be alright, I’ll go get her some water. She’ll sleep it off, probably won’t even remember it come tomorrow. She’s lucky we got here when we did. You guys can stay here if you need to.”

“No,” Jenna decided, “ I’ll call our boyfriends.”

The guy just nodded and left to grab bottles of water. Jenna looked reluctantly at her phone for a moment, Nick was going to lose his shit. Rightfully so, but still. She dialed Lion’s number first, but he didn’t answer. Then she called Nick, who answered on the second ring, “Jenna?”

She didn’t even know how to start that conversation, a small cry escaping her lips. “Jenna, are you okay? Where are you? What’s going on? We’re on our way. Just talk to me.”

She mustered her strength, “Y/n was drugged.” 

Nick's breath caught in his throat, immediately envisioning the worst.

“N-nothing happened-”she started. 

“What do you mean nothing happened? Where is she?” 

“Nick, there was this guy. He tried to- but we got to her in time. Nothing happened. She’s passed out now,” she tried to explain, but the severity of the situation was overwhelming. 

“What’s the address?” he said with a low voice.

Jenna gave him the address and explained where in the house they were. She heard the engine rev in the background. Lion was trying to keep Nick calm, but it was a lost cause. 

In half the time it should have taken them, they arrived. Jenna rushed into Lion’s arms as Nick rushed to your side, tears welling up in his eyes. He should have been there. He should have protected you.

“Y/n? Love? Can you hear me?”

There was no response. Nick lifted you bridal style and carried you out to his car, gently loading you in the passenger seat. As he drove home, he struggled to keep his eyes on the road, instead training them on the shallow rise and fall of your chest. When the two of you made it home, he carried you inside and placed you in his bed, taking off your heels, and jewelry, he managed to get you out of your dress and into one of his t-shirts instead. He grabbed a wet washcloth and gently wiped off your makeup. He got himself ready for bed, never taking his eyes off of you.

He carefully crawled beside you, watching you sleep as tears streamed down his face. This night could have gone so differently. It could have been so much worse.

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The next morning you woke up alone. You were very confused as to where you were and how you got there. You don’t remember anything after dancing with Jenna at the party last night, but there was an unsettled feeling in your gut. This was not your room, but it was familiar. It took you a moment to realize that it was Nick’s room. You were in Nick’s room. Why was your brain moving so slow? This was not what a hangover feels like. What had happened at the party last night? You were freaking out, struggling to control your breathing. You force yourself out of the bed, but your legs feel like noodles and you stumble knocking stuff off his nightstand as you fall to the ground. What the hell is wrong with me? You can’t breathe. Your chest is tightening, mind racing, tears streaming down your face. It’s all too much. 

Nick hears a thud from upstairs and immediately dashes to his room. His heart breaks at the state you are in on the floor. “Woah, hey, hey, I’m here Y/n, I’m here, you’re okay, everything is okay, just breathe, you have to breathe.” His heart is racing as he pulls you into his arms. “You’re okay, you’re okay, I promise. Open your eyes, look at me,” he begs. He’s nervous you are going to hyperventilate. “Darling, focus on my breathing, come on, breathe with me, in, out, in, out,” he repeats this until you start to calm down and relax in his arms. 

You unclench your eyes, blinking slowly, “Nick.”

“Hi there, beautiful girl, let’s get you up.” he practically lifted you back into the bed, “Are you okay?”

“I-I don’t know,” tears start to form in your eyes again, “I can’t remember what happened last night.”

“Someone slipped you something and tried to-” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. He held your hand firmly in his, “But Jenna got there in time and nothing happened, I promise. She called me and I came and got you and brought you home.”

It took a second for you to wrap your head around everything he just said. He choked on his next words, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve protected you.”

“Nick, this is not your fault. I don’t blame you, not even a little bit. I promise. Come here.”

He lays next to you and you bury yourself into him.

“If I ever find the guy who did this I’m going to fucking kill him,” he promised. You didn’t doubt it. 

“I love you,” you whispered before kissing him. 

“I love you too,” he answered. 

The two of you laid like that for a while, just taking in each other's company. 

“We should probably call Jenna, she’s been worried sick.” 

“Yeah, we should.”

That was the last party that you ever attended without Nick by your side. You didn't accept drinks from anyone but him. You hardly left his side now, not even wanting to dance with Jenna. You weren't going to allow anything like this to happen. Never again.

[mca-attack21]

What the actual f*ck was that season finally. I have never been more emotionally attacked in my life.

1 hour 25 minutes

JJ realizes he has everything he needs with 13 minutes and 46 seconds left.

It is taken away from him with 12 minutes and 31 seconds left.

He dies with 10 minutes and 29 seconds left.

THEY ONLY LET HIM BE HAPPY FOR 75 SECONDS

AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SHOW HIM SUFFERING FOR 122 SECONDS.

Plus if they had to kill him off. His death should have meant something. He should have died saving someone, which is so true to character. It felt so out of pocket since he just gave Groff the only thing he seemed to care about. Also, might be an unpopular opinion but I think it would have been more meaningful to have Pope or John B get the last goodbye

[mca-attack21]

Nothing Like Greys Anatomy (Jeremiah x Conklin Reader)

TW: Hospitals, surgery

You hated being sick. That’s probably why you chose to ignore the loss of appetite, vomiting, and fever. The stomach pain was a little more severe than normal, but you had just started working out with Jeremiah, so you figured it was a combination of sore muscles and vomiting. You decided to pop a few ibuprofens and spend the day in bed with a book. It wasn’t long before Jeremiah knocked gently on your door. “Love, are you awake?”

“Yes Jere, you can come in.”

“Why is it that my beautiful girlfriend is hiding away from the world?” he asked, being dramatic. 

“I’m not feeling the best.”

“Awe, babe,” he frowned. He took in your appearance, you looked flushed. “What’s wrong? Just feeling sicky?” he asked, placing a hand on your forehead, “You definitely feel warm.”

“My stomach hurts, I’m nauseous, I kept throwing up last night, and I’m pretty sure I have a fever cause I keep getting chills.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve taken care of you,” he asked with pouty eyes. 

“Because I’m fine Jere, I took medicine about an hour ago, I’m just waiting for it to kick in.”

“Can I get you anything? Do you want to spend the day cuddling and watching movies?”

“That sounds nice, Jere.”

You went to stand up but the dull ache on the right side of your stomach suddenly felt like it exploded. Your vision was taken over with a blinding whiteness, you cried out in pain. You would have fallen to the floor if Jeremiah wasn’t there to catch you. 

“Y/n? Talk to me. What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically, but you were too busy crying out in pain to respond. He shifted his weight and hoisted you into his arms bridal style. Quickly carrying you downstairs, he was met by his mom who came hurrying round the corner. 

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know, she said she wasn’t feeling well and then when she went to stand up she almost fell over.”

“Get her in the car. I’ll call her mom.”

He carried you outside and got you situated in the backseat with your head on his lap.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you, everything is going to be okay,” he promised repeatedly.

After a few minutes the pain seemed to subside. Your breathing returned to normal.

“You okay princess?” Jeremiah asked. 

“It hurts Jere.”

“What hurts?” 

You held your right abdomen, “Here.”

“Sounds like appendicitis” Susannah chimed in. 

You groaned. 

When you got to the hospital Jeremiah ran in and grabbed you a wheelchair. When they were checking your vitals they were concerned that your heart rate was elevated and that you had a 102.4 fever. This apparently was on the edge to where they could not tell whether you appendix had burst or not. They took you straight back to a room. The Doctor came in and examined you, explaining that you definitely had appendicitis. They needed to get a CT to determine if it could be treated with antibiotics, if it needed to be surgically removed, or if it had ruptured. To say you were scared was an understatement. You’d never liked hospitals and being the patient was 10 times worse. 

Jeremiah was by your side the whole time. He helped you change into your gown. He held your hand as a nurse put in an IV. He even convinced the nurse to let him go down to CT with you. They made him stand in the protected room and watch while they got you all situated. He could see that you were freaking out, so he took a chance and flipped on the mic. 

“Y/n you’re doing great. Just close your eyes and pretend you are floating in the pool. The space donut is going to take its pictures and I’ll be here the whole time. I promise.”

You calmed down and the radiologist thanked his and got started.

A few minutes later, you were headed back to your room. Everyone was crammed in there. Jeremiah had to sit on the end of the bed, careful to avoid your wires. 

“Wow, full house in here,” the Doctor said as he walked back in, “Unfortunately, it does look like we are going to have to remove your appendix. We will do laparoscopic surgery. You should be able to go home today or tomorrow. You’ll have pain meds and antibiotics to take. Take it easy for the next two weeks and then you should be good as new. Of course you’ll need to follow-up with a primary care doctor,” he explained. 

Jeremiah squeezed your hand, a silent signal that you were okay.

Your mom followed the doctor out into the hall, no doubt bombarding him with questions. 

It wasn’t long before they took you to pre-op. No family allowed. Everyone wished you luck and promised they’d be there when you got back.  In the room alone you were starting to freak out about everything that could go wrong. After all you had watched Greys Anatomy, you were aware that even the simplest surgeries could have fatal complications. You were so in your head that you hadn’t heard the door open. 

“How’s my beautiful girl?”

“Jeremiah? You’re not supposed to be here.” 

“I used my charm on one of the nurses. We only have a few minutes.”

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“It’s okay,” he promised, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“But what if it's not?” 

“Then we will figure it out. Together. I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m gonna sneak out, before I get caught,” he explained before kissing you.

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The next thing you remember was waking up. 

“Hey there Sleeping Beauty.” Jeremiah said, standing up. “How are you feeling?” 

“I feel great,” you answered, still loopy from the pain meds, “Has anyone ever told you you’re cute?” 

Everyone laughed.

“Surgery went well, we should be going home today,” your mom informed you. 

“You’re pretty, you know that?” you replied. 

Again everyone laughed. 

You well asleep again, the next time you woke up you were much more alert and oriented. This time only your mother and Jeremiah were in the room. The others had all been sent home by your mom. She would have tried to get Jeremiah to go with them, but she knew better.  

"Hi there," you smiled.

"Hi there," Jeremiah answered.

"How'd it go?" you asked.

"They said once your up and walking that we can head home."

"That's good," you paused, "Did you come visit me right before or was that a dream?"

"That was real," he smiled.

"So when they say I need to be up and walking, what are we talking? Cause I'd walk a marathon to get out of this gown and back into my clothes," you joke.

Jeremiah and your mom help you to stand and you start to walk a bit. It definitely felt weird. Your mom got one of the nurses and soon enough the Doctor came back in with discharge instructions. Jere took great pleasure in wheeling you out to the car.

When you got home the whole gang had a movie night. Though you fell asleep not even a quarter of the way through the first movie. Jeremiah just held you in his arms, happy to have you home.

[mca-attack21]

Love Can Hurt (Jeremiah x Conklin Reader)

A/N: There are season 1/2 spoilers

It was rare that you came to see Susannah on your own, usually you were with your mom. You came to visit more often than Steven or Belly, both because you wanted to see Susannah and because you wanted to check in on Jeremiah. Last summer had put him in a weird spot with Conrad and Belly, so you made a point to be there for him. At least that’s what you told yourself. The truth is you have always gone out of your way for Jeremiah. So of course, you came when he asked if you could stay with his mom during homecoming, even if the phone call broke your heart.

“Hey Y/n/n, how are you doing?”

“I’m alright Jere, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just have a question for you.”

“Of course.”

“Homecoming is this Saturday-” you could not believe what you were hearing, Jeremiah Fisher - the boy you’ve dreamed about being with was actually, “I was planning to go with Blake, but I don’t want to leave my mom home alone. We might get a hotel room. I was hoping you could come stay the weekend. She always loves seeing you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had to take a second before answering so your voice wouldn’t give you away. “Of course Jere, you deserve a night to be a normal teenager without the weight of the world on your shoulders. I’ll come up Friday after school.”

“Oh my god, you’re the best. I’ll totally owe you one.”

“It’s no problem Jere, I’ll see you Friday.” You hurriedly end the call, pulling your knees to your chest. Losing the fight to keep your tears at bay. Sometimes you wished you could stop loving him. 

You walked in the door with groceries and set them on the counter. Every time you visited, you would restock the cabinets and fridge. It used to be Susannah who would make sure everyone’s favorites were in the house. It was a small thing, but you felt like it was the least you could do. You went to check in on her, but she was sleeping so you decided to let her rest. You peek in Jeremiah’s room, straightening it up a bit and making his bed. He would be home soon, so you started to make him his favorite dinner.

You don’t know exactly when it happened, that you fell for him. Jeremiah always cared so much about the people around him, he was the most charismatic person you had ever met. He had this energy about him that illuminated any room he was in. Since he found out about his mom, that sparkle dimmed ever so slightly. No one seemed to really notice the toll that all of this was taking on him, except you. You could see through the fake smiles, to the sadness, stress, and fear. You tried to be there for him as much as he would let you. You comforted him through the pain Belly caused, took as much off his shoulders as you could, but you wished there was more you could do. 

You were so deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t even heard him come in. “Y/n?” he called out. 

“In the kitchen Jere.” 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “That smells delicious, I’m gonna head up and take a shower, check on mom, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

The two of you ate together, catching up. He told you about being nominated homecoming king, which didn’t surprise you at all. With some convincing you got Jere to let you take care of the receipts for the insurance companies while you were there. It was one more thing to take off his plate. When you were both done eating, you took care of the leftovers and did the dishes while he went off to play video games. 

The next day you spent most of your time with Susannah, who was having one of her better days. She was so excited to see Jeremiah going to Homecoming. You were doing fine with it all until his date arrived. 

“Y/n, can you do me a favor and go take pictures of Jere and Blake. I don’t want to scare them away,” she smiled. 

“Of course.”

You took her phone downstairs. Seeing him all dressed up, smiling, laughing, and excited brought mixed emotions. Of course you wanted him to be happy, but watching him with Blake reminded you of having to watch him with Belly this summer. There was a part of you that wished it was you. 

You took the photos, wished them both fun, and went back upstairs to watch movies with Susannah. Right away, she could tell something was off. Of course she could, sometimes you wondered if she knew you better than your own mother. 

“What’s on that brilliant mind of yours?” she asked, pausing the movie. 

“It’s nothing important,” you reply. 

“Of course it's important, because you are important.”

You didn’t know what to say, because you didn’t really know how to describe the way you were feeling without sounding pathetic. 

“This wouldn’t have something to do with Jeremiah, would it?” she asked knowingly. At the mention of his name, your strategic walls came crashing down, tears escaped your eyes. “Oh honey come here,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.

“It hurt to watch him fall for Belly and watch her toss him aside for Conrad and then it hurt tonight to see him so happy with someone else. And he’s my best friend so I get a front row ticket to watch all of it, I hear about every hookup, and I see everything that he tries to hide from everyone…”

“Oh sweetie.” She had always believed that you and Jeremiah were destined for each other the same way that Belly was destined for Conrad. It took her by surprise when Jeremiah admitted feelings for Belly, somehow, she’d missed how much it had affected you.

“Love can hurt sometimes, but that’s because it's real.”

[mca-attack21]

First Kiss (Jeremiah x Reader)

You could not believe that you guys were all playing truth or dare. It felt a little middle school level to you, but you wouldn’t complain. This was the best day that the group had had in a long time and with everything that was going on with the house, it was refreshing. 

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Taylor asked. 

“Truth,” you answered knowing that with Taylor, it was probably the safer choice. 

“Hmm, who was your first kiss?”

“I -uh- I actually haven’t had my first kiss yet,” you answered. It wasn’t something that you were ashamed of. You were not the kind of girl that needed to kiss a bunch of guys before settling down. As far as you were concerned, there was only one ocean eyed, curly haired boy that you wanted to kiss and you were willing to wait.

“Really?” Belly asked, clearly surprised. 

“Yeah, well the right opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”

The rounds moved on, everyone was laughing, having a good time. And then you were up again, this time Conrad was the one who asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you decided. 

“I dare you to kiss Jeremiah.” 

Conrad probably thought that he was helping you, since you had earlier told him you had a crush on Jeremiah. Well, crush wasn’t quite the right word. You were pretty sure that your heart beat for Jeremiah Fisher. You honestly can’t remember a time when you didn’t have feelings for him. 

“Come on Y/n!” Taylor whooped.

You glanced up at him, cheeks no doubt cherry red.  He smiled back at you. Of course he would be down for this, he was no stranger to kissing people. It wouldn’t mean anything to him, and that would devastated you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Jeremiah, you had wanted to more than anything, just not like this. Besides, you weren’t sure if he was over Belly or not, last summer was messy. 

“What are you waiting for?” Steven asked. 

Seeing you hesitate, Conrad apologized, “That was stupid, I can come up with something better-”

“I actually think I’m done playing,” you decide, “You guys can keep going, I’m going to take a walk.” You missed the hurt look that crossed Jeremiah’s face. 

You walked away from the group, but before you got very far a familiar voice stopped you in you tracks, “Do you think I have bad breath or something?” Jeremiah joked. 

“Jere, I didn’t mean to offend you,” you said, “I’m sure you’re a great kisser.”

“Oh I am, I have references.” He smiled, stepping closer and taking your arms in his. He searched your eyes and you felt like you might melt.

“I just didn’t want to do it like that,” you admitted, “I don’t want a random kiss even if it’s from an incredible guy. I want it to be from someone who actually wants to kiss me. You know?” you say quietly. 

You couldn’t ignore how he was looking at you, it was different. And the two of you were so close together. 

“I’m the one who came up with the idea of daring you to kiss me,” Jeremiah admitted. 

“What? Why?”

“Because I have wanted to kiss you since you got here. But I could never find the right time. So I thought the game might be the perfect excuse.”

“Jeremiah-”

“I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that the perfect girl was right in front of me all along. I want this Y/n,” he gestured in between the two of you, “I want to hold your hand, and dance with you in the kitchen, and take you on dates, I want all of it. If this past year has taught me anything, it's that life is short and unpredictable. And I don’t want to waste any more time.”

He waited for you to respond, but your mind was racing. The butterflies in your stomach felt like they were on crack. Your brain seemed to forget how to form words. So instead, you reached up to his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. It was a small kiss, you started to pull away for an instant, but Jeremiah picked you up and kissed you full force. It was both everything you imagined it would be and more. When he finally pulled away, you were left unable to open your eyes for a few seconds.

"That was-" you couldn't decide on a word. incredible? Stunning? Life altering? Better than anything you ever could have imagined?

"Dangerous" Jeremiah decided for you, "I don't know how I'm ever supposed to stop kissing you."

You both broke out in laughter.

[mca-attack21]

You're Here Now (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)

TW: Assault, attempted Sexual Assault

Your lip trembled, your eyes burned as you fought to keep your tears at bay. One arm hugged across your chest in some effort to keep yourself together, your other hand resting ever so gently on your stinging cheek. Your mind raced, playing the scene over and over again in your head. You wanted to scream and cry and punch something, yet at the same time everything was beginning to feel numb. If you knew one thing, it was that you needed to get in the car. This was the first party of the summer, and despite what happened, you were not about to ruin it for everyone else. You stumbled over to the car, but of course it was locked. Apparently not one thing was going to go your way tonight. 

You glance around and find Jeremiah who is making out with some girl. You work up the courage to go over to him. At this point every action is taking much more energy than it should. 

“Jere, can I have the keys?” you ask but it barely comes out.

The girl that he is kissing notices your presence, “Can we help you with something?” she asked, clearly annoyed. Jeremiah glances up in your direction and the tears you’d been holding back streamed down your face. He apologized to the girl and the next thing you know, he’s leading you away from everyone.

Once you were far enough away, he pulled you into his arms, “Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?” But it was no use, you were too upset, so instead he just stood there and held you, whispering calming words into your ear. Once your sobs quieted down, he pulled back and that was the first time he noticed the redness on your cheek. Something turned in his stomach, “Y/n I need you to tell me what happened,” he said as gently as he could manage. 

“I-we were kissing--and he tried to keep going--but I didn’t want to Jere-- he tried to force--I shoved him off me-- and he--and he hit me,” you explained between panicked breaths. 

“I’ll kill him,” Jeremiah said looking around, he had never felt such rage in his life. 

“Pl-please don’t leave me,” you begged. Jeremiah was your lifeline right now and you didn’t want to be left alone. “Can we just go home?”

He knew that you needed him right now and that was the only thing keeping him remotely calm. “Yes Y/n/n, I’ll take you home,” he agreed.

You don’t remember walking to the car. You stared out the window numbly as Jeremiah drove, missing the way his eyes lingered on you for any change. You don’t remember getting into the shower, just the small sense of relief that came from scrubbing every inch of skin that the guy had touched. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you were saddened to see the bruise forming on your cheek, an unwanted reminder. When you walked back into your room Jeremiah was waiting for you.

“Doing okay?” he asked

“Better,” you answered, unsure if that was really the truth.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Need anything?” he asked. 

You knew the one thing that you wanted but you were afraid to ask. He picked up on your hesitation, “Please Y/n, let me help.”

“Could you- Could you stay with me? I don’t really want to be alone right now,” you asked shyly. You felt like some foreign version of yourself. This whole night felt surreal. 

“Oh course,” he agreed, kicking his shoes off and climbing into bed with you. He laid on his back and allowed you to move where you were comfortable. It wasn’t the first time that the two of you had laid together like this, you had always been cozy with each other. You turned on your side, resting your head on his chest focusing on his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around you, as if he could hold you together.

After some time he whispered, “I should’ve been there,” He could not get the picture of you on the beach out of his head. You looked so broken, something he had never seen before. He kept thinking about how much worse this could’ve ended. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he replied, a few stray tears escaping his eyes.  

“Jeremiah Fisher, look at me. Tonight sucked, but I’m okay. And you are here now, that’s what counts.” He nodded slightly, and you studied his face before laying your head back down. 

“Jere,” you say, breaking the silence again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. That guy, he’s not worth it.” When met by silence, you tried again, “Jere please. Promise me?”

You were incredible. Even after everything that had happened you were still worried about him. 

“I promise,” he said, offering you his pinky like he did when you were kids. 

It was not long before your soft snores met his ears and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The thought of losing you had never crossed his mind before tonight. You had always been the strongest person he knew, so to see you like that threw him off. He glanced down at you, the way he felt with you in his arms was different than it had ever been before. The two of you were different, older. And Jeremiah realized that he had at some point unknowingly developed feelings for you.

He made two promises to himself that night. One: That he would always be there to protect you. Two: That he would tell you how he felt about you.

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You're Never Late - part I (Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Reader)

TW: Car accident, panic attack

Jeremiah knew that something was wrong when you were late. You were never late, especially not an hour late. The fact that you weren’t answering your phone set off his nerves. He paced the floor. He asked Belly, Steven, and Conrad if they had heard from you. He called his mom, your mom, and literally anyone he could think of. Something happened. Something bad. He knew it.

It hadn’t been much longer before his mom called, he didn’t remember much of the phone call, just that you were hit by a drunk driver, it was bad enough to total the car. You were in the hospital. She asked him to tell the others, as she was driving to come pick everyone up. 

He felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. His mind was racing, hands shaking as he hung up the phone. He made it downstairs to where the boys were playing video games and Belly was cuddled up with Conrad. 

“Guys,” he said softly, struggling to find his voice. No one heard him. Hell, he could hardly hear himself over the pounding in his chest.

“Guys!” he shouted, catching all three off guard. One look at him and you could tell something was wrong. He was visibly on the verge of tears, breathing shallow, fidgeting with his phone. 

“Jere, what’s wrong? What happened?” Conrad asked carefully, noting his brother’s obvious distress. Jeremiah was a deer in headlights, one wrong move and he might spook. 

“It’s Y/n,” that was all he could manage before he broke down. 

Conrad leaped over the back of the couch and took his brother by the arms. “Jeremiah what happened to Y/n?” 

Jeremiah swayed ever so slightly. “She was- there was- she got hit- by a- car is totaled--drunk driver -- hospital,” that was all that Conrad could make out, but it was enough. 

“Oh my god,” Belly cried out. 

“Fuck,” Steven said, reaching for his phone to call your mom. 

Conrad tried to push down his feelings to take care of everyone else. He focused his attention on Jeremiah, who was starting to have a panic attack. He knew the signs well. 

“Jere, come sit down.” He guided his brother to the couch. “I need you to breathe. In and out just like this.” He took deep breaths,  but Jeremiah wasn’t paying attention. “Jeremiah look at me, you’re having a panic attack. You need to breathe.” He finally caught his brother’s attention and guided him through breaths.  

“I can’t lose her,” Jeremiah whispered. His mind was racing with all of the worse-case scenarios. He was beating himself up for not being in the car with you, for not insisting on driving you, for not protecting you.

He was so in his head he completely missed the door opening. His mom came in, face red and puffy. She had told herself she was going to act strong for the kids, but even she was scared. 

“What happened?” Conrad asked. 

“Y/n was on her way here when a drunk driver ran a red light and hit her car into oncoming traffic, where she was hit again. They had to use the jaws of life to get her out of the car. She was airlifted to the hospital,” she looked at Belly and Steven, “Your mom is there now waiting on an update.”

“Can we go?” Steven asked.

“Of course, we just need to pack a bag of her clothes. Bring your chargers and stuff, it could be a long night,” Susannah answered. 

Everyone solemnly left the room to gather their things. Everyone except Jeremiah who felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers. 

“Come here my sweet beautiful boy,” she said, opening her arms. 

He melted into her embrace. 

“She’s going to be okay,” Susannah hoped. 

“You don’t know that.”

“No, I don’t,” she admitted, “but I promise that you will be.” 

“I’m scared.”

He reminded Susannah of when he was little and afraid of the monsters hiding under his bed. “Mommy come quick, I’m scared.”    

“I know baby, me too.”  

She held him for another moment squeezing him tight before pulling away. “Let’s go grab your stuff.”

On the ride to the hospital, Jeremiah stared out the window, his mind was flooded with flashbacks.

“Jere, come dance with me!”

“It’s raining,” he pointed out. 

“I know, it’s perfect! Just like the movies!”

The way you smiled that night, made him fall even more in love with you.  

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“Jeremiah!” you greeted, nearly tackling him in a hug, “guess what?” 

“What?”

“This came in the mail today!” you showed him your official driver’s license, “Now I can come visit you whenever I want,” you beamed. 

He picked you up and spun you around.

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“Are you sure you want to go?” you asked through the phone. There was something behind your tone of voice that he couldn’t quite make out. “It’s not too late to back out. It’s only junior year, we could do prom next year.”

“Y/n, I am almost at your house. Looking fine might I add. We can go hang out for a bit and if it blows, we bail.”

“Okay,” you agree with more excitement in your voice. 

Nothing could have prepared him to see you in your dress. You looked breathtaking. He was at a loss for words. Your smile was radiant as you ran to his arms.

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“I can’t believe that it has already been two years,” you say as the two of you walk down the beach hand in hand. 

“It’s been the best two years,” Jeremiah replied, he fumbled in his pocket, “I have something for you.”

“Jere, I have something for you too, but it’s back at the house. Do you want to wait?”

“Here,” he said, handing you the small box. 

He watched as you opened it, a single tear escaping your eyes. “It’s a promise ring. It’s always been you for me, it always will be.”

“It’s perfect Jere, I love it,” you said, slipping it on your finger, “I love you.”

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"Jeremiah?" His mom brought him out of his thoughts, "We're here."

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Stay Out of the Water - (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)

TW: Surfing wipe out, possible drowning, cussing, kissing.

You had come to the clubhouse today, while Belly was practicing for the debutante ball. Jeremiah had been so excited to run into you and insisted that you come spend time with him at the pool.

The two of you spent hours flirting back and forth. At one point he pushed you into the pool, so that he could 'save you'. This was definitely going to be one of the more memorable days of your summer. But that is how you felt about every day you got to spend with the ocean-eyed boy.

You had decided to go get nachos for the two of you to share. When you walked back out with them, you dropped them to the floor.

Jeremiah was in the water kissing another girl.

You didn’t even go back for your stuff, you just turned around and started running towards the exit. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you be so stupid? Jeremiah flirted with everyone, why would it be any different with you? The emotions started to overwhelm you. You were in love with him. Physical pain shot through your chest, sobs wrecked your body as you ran towards the Beck house.

You were so thankful that no one was home. You went up to your room and tried to calm down. You decided to try to go surfing to clear your head. 

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Jeremiah rushed through the front door calling your name. But instead he found Conrad. “Is Y/n here? Have you seen her?” he asked frantically. 

“I don’t know. I just got back from the boat with Cleveland, we had to come back in early because of the water. Why? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. She was hanging out with me at the club and then she disappeared. She left everything by the pool. Including her phone. Belly and the moms haven’t heard from her, Steven’s searching the club, and I came here to see if she came back,” he explained. 

A pit immediately formed in Conrad’s stomach, this was not like you at all. “You check her room, I’ll check the pool.” He called out your name a couple of times, before going back inside, “Anything?” he called out to Jeremiah. 

“Her bathing suit from earlier is on the floor in her room, but she’s not here.” 

“Where else would she go?”

“How bad was the water?” Jeremiah asked. He knew you better than anyone, he paid attention, and even before checking, he’d figured out exactly where you are. 

“It’s rough out there, I think a storm might be coming in. Why?” But even as he said that he understood, “You don’t think-” 

“Her board is gone. We gotta go.”

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There was a special connection you felt with the ocean. Maybe it was the vastness of it, never really knowing what was out there. The water calmed your soul. You respected the ocean, usually you wouldn’t have gone near it with the water being this wild, but you weren’t really thinking. You just wanted to get your mind off things. You surfed a couple waves, nothing too crazy. The currents were changing, you knew that you needed to get back in, go back to reality. Just one more, you pleaded with the ocean.

The waves were surging around you. A small voice inside your head told you to just head back in. This was definitely the riskiest conditions you’d ever surfed in. No one even knew that you were out here. If something happened… You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts. It would be fine, you knew your way around the surfboard and you would go back in after this. You paddled quickly to catch the rising wave. Just as the wave broke, you jumped seamlessly from your stomach to your feet, crouching on your board. You start to ride the wave in, feeling free. For a moment everything stopped.The image of Jeremiah kissing another girl left your mind. Everything felt like it could be okay. And then you wiped out. 

It felt like you got thrown from a cliff. Your heart pounded in your chest, you fought the fear and urge to freak out. You felt yourself get pulled in as the explosion of white water and force drove you down quickly. You were being thrown around under water, finally understanding the term ragdolled. It was impossible to focus between the urge to breathe, the pounding in your chest and the fact that your board was yanking on your leg so hard you wondered if the leash would snap. You could see the light of the surface, but the water was churning so much that you were struggling to get there. You were getting more and more desperate for air, body aching, mind racing.

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“There!” Conrad shouted pointing to where you were sitting on your board. 

“Y/n!” Jeremiah yelled, but it was no use. There was no way you were going to hear them over the waves. 

“Keep tracking her. I’m going to get the neighbor's jet ski.”

Jeremiah watched you, afraid to even blink. He watched you surf the wave and for a moment watched you in awe. And then you got swept off your board. 

He screamed your name, taking a few steps forward instinctively, running his hands through his hair. Waiting for you to surface. It was taking too long. Conrad was taking too long. He sprinted into the water and started to swim out to where you were.

He was about halfway there fighting the waves, when you finally surfaced throwing yourself on your board, trying to catch your breath before another wave crashed over you. You fought your aching muscles and exhaustion and started paddling in. That is when you saw him. The anger you had earlier had faded, and instead tears came back. You tried to ignore them, as you paddle towards him. 

You could see the anger written on his face as you offered him a hand pulling him up to sit on the board with you. Conrad came with the Jetski and pulled the two of you the rest of the way in. You had barely reached the sand when Jeremiah yelled at you, “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded. 

“Jere,” Conrad warned, he could tell you were upset.

“No Conrad,” he said before grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at him, “I can’t believe you were so stupid. You could’ve died. What the hell were you thinking?”

All of the hurt came back and without thinking, you said, “It’s not like you’d care anyway.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked, eyes losing their anger, hurt and concern taking over. 

“I saw you kissing that girl in the water today. Do you know how much it hurts to see the person you are in love with, so carelessly with someone else? I am sorry. I didn’t realize the water was that bad, I promise. I just wanted - I needed to breathe and I thought surfing would help. I’m sorry,” you cried, you broke your arm away from him and grabbed your board running back towards the house sobbing.

You never wanted this to happen. You felt so hollow inside. You couldn’t handle these emotions. You forced yourself into the shower, tears still streaming down your face. 

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“I’ve never yelled at her before,” Jeremiah realized. He and Conrad were sitting at the pool. 

“You were scared,” Conrad offered. 

“I am an idiot.” 

“At times,” Conrad said, trying to lighten the mood. “Jere, why were you kissing another girl in the pool? I mean look man, I’m not judging you. But I can see how you feel about Y/n, everyone can.”

“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. She asked me to help her out of the pool, when I went to give her a hand she pulled me in and jumped me. I pushed her off of me, I swear to god. I had no idea Y/n saw it.”

“What are you waiting for? Go tell Y/n how you feel.” 

“I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now.”

“That’s because she doesn’t have the full story. You at least owe her that.” 

Jeremiah agreed, standing up. “Thanks bro.”

When he went to your room the door was cracked open. You were sitting in your bed with your back against the wall, knees against your chest, head buried in your lap. He knocked lightly, “Can I come in?” he asked. 

You managed a nod. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing where to start. 

“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time. 

“Me first,” you said looking up to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for the way I handled today. I shouldn’t have ran off like that and you were right going out to surf like that was stupid. I also have no right to have any say in who you hookup with, I just want you to be happy. I hope that we can be okay.” 

“Y/n. I didn’t even know that girl in the pool. I think one of her friends dared her to try to kiss me. I didn’t kiss her back, I pushed her off of me, I promise. There’s only one girl I want to be kissing. And seeing that girl wipe out, scared the shit out of me. That’s no excuse for yelling at you like I did, my emotions just kinda took over.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Jeremiah, don’t say that unless you actually mean it,” you cautioned. 

“Of course I mean it Y/n. You're my best friend and I have wanted you to be more than that, but I was scared that if something happened that we’d lose our friendship. So I tried to ignore the feelings, tried to convince myself that it was for the best. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I just want you.”

You traced your fingers over the line of his jaw, before cupping his cheek.

He glanced down at your lips. He had thought about doing this for months and now it was happening. He pulled you into him, so that you were straddling his lap. His eyes asked permission, and then closed the gap between your lips. The kiss started gentle, but quickly heated up. You pushed him back against the bed, losing track of your arms and hands, while being very aware of where his were. When you separated, you could barely breathe. 

“Damn,” he smiled. 

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” You shifted on your side and he mirrored you, pulling you into his chest. 

You apparently fell asleep like that. When you woke you, the empty spot beside you was enough to make you question if last night had really happened or if it was just some elaborate and twisted dream. 

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Jeremiah said as he came through your door with breakfast in hand. 

“Good morning,” you smiled.

He set the food down and came over to you, giving you a quick kiss. “I have to go to work soon, but I was thinking that I could take you out tonight. You know properly, just the two of us.”

“It’s a date.”

He beamed as he turned to exit your room. 

“Oh, Jeremiah?”

“Yeah Y/n/n?”

“Stay out of the water,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes and left. You wanted to scream in excitement. Being with him still didn’t feel real. The feelings were more intense than anything you could have imagined. You decided that if this was in fact a dream, you never wanted to wake up.   

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No More Waiting - JeremiahxReader

TW: Passing out.

Do you know that magical feeling where everything seems a little brighter, the world a slightly happier place? The feeling of being home in a cozy blanket, but also like you're invincible? That is the way Jeremiah made you feel. When you were with him it was electric, but also safe. At some point this summer, you realized that the way you felt for Jeremiah was stronger than anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. As you walked down to the kitchen you promised yourself that today was the day you were going to do something about it. 

As you walked into the kitchen you were greeted by his smile as he handed you a coffee. “So Y/n, what do you have planned for this beautiful day?”

“Well, Belly is debbing, Connie is helping Cleveland with the boat, you and Steven have work. So I-”

“You should come to the club!” he interrupted, grabbing you arms, “Come on, it’d be great to see you all day and you could bring one of your bajillion books. Please Y/n?” he pleaded with his puppy dog eyes. 

He didn’t have to try so hard, you were already putty in his hands. “I’ll go get ready,” you agreed. Jeremiah jumped up and down before pulling you in a hug and spinning you around.

“This is going to be such a great day,” he said. 

You went upstairs and put on the new bikini you had bought with Taylor. You changed outfits 3 times and tried at least 4 different hairstyles before grabbing your stuff and running down the stairs. 

“Woah Y/n, who are you getting all dressed up for?” Steven asked. 

“Sorry not all of us can rock a hair net Steven,” Jeremiah defended you, his eyes lingering. “You look hot,” he declared, spinning you around. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Y-yeah,” you said, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. 

The two of you rode together, talking, laughing, singing to songs on the radio. It was euphoric. When he pulled into the parking lot you were a little sad that you’d have to share him now.

He came around and opened your door, “So I’m gonna go check in with the big man, but then I will be out by the pool with my favorite girl.” 

Favorite girl. You could feel your cheeks warming up again. You found a chair directly across from the lifeguard stand, you striped down to your bikini and got comfortable opening your book. Though to be honest you don’t know if you read a single page. Jeremiah kept goofing off to get your attention. At one point he sat down at the foot of your chair and laid back so that his head was in your lap.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” you laugh. 

“I can’t help it, you’re distracting.” He sat up and swiveled around to face you.

“I thought the whole point was to watch the pool, Mr. Lifeguard.” 

“How am I supposed to do that when you are here looking like this?” 

“Jeremiah, I-” you started, but were cut off when Billy started to cause a ruckus in the pool. 

“Duty calls, I’ll be right back.”

You decided that you were going to grab a couple of waters and snacks when he got back. You were starting to feel dizzy and nauseated, probably from the heat.

“Sorry about that, you were saying something?”

“I was gonna grab a snack, want anything?” you asked, feeling a little off. You go to stand up and are a little unsteady.

Seeing this, Jeremiah steps and grabs you, concern immediately taking over his face seeing how pale you are all of a sudden. “Are you okay Y/n?”

“I’m fine. Just a little-” Your vision faded and Jeremiah had to shift his weight to keep you from falling. He immediately scooped you up and carried you inside, trying not to freak out. He had Steven grab an ice pack and water, while he stayed glued to your side watching the rise and fall of your chest. 

“Y/n,” he called, softly shaking your shoulders. 

“Hmm,” you groaned.

“Open those beautiful eyes of yours.”

“Jere?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed,” you answered honestly. 

“I should be thanking you, you made me look like a real hero,” he joked. 

You’ll always be my hero.

“I’m fine Jeremiah, I think I just got a little overheated. You should get back out there. I’ll be out there in a minute,” you promised.

He looked hesitant to leave you. So you stuck up your pinky. “I’m okay, I promise.” 

He linked his pinky with yours and you both kissed it as was your tradition. He made you promise to finish the water before coming back out. And then made sure Steven would keep an eye on you in the meantime. 

After he walked away, you took your drink and took a seat at the snack bar. 

“When are you two going to kiss and get it over with?” Steven asked. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. 

“Look, Jeremiah never shuts up about you literally ever. And if you haven’t noticed he hasn’t been hooking up with anyone this summer. There’s a reason for that. And you are so obviously in love with him, everyone sees it except Jere. So what are you waiting for?” 

“Is it really that obvious?” you laugh. 

“Clear as day Y/n/n.”

“Thanks Steven, ” you said sincerely. That was the last push you needed. 

You headed back out to the pool. Jeremiah's face lit up when he saw you and he made his way over to you. “You look way better.”

“Thanks, I think?”

“My shift is almost over. Anything you want to do afterwards?”

“Up to you Jere,” you smiled. 

The rest of your time at the poolside flew by. You were trying to decide what words you were going to use to tell Jeremiah how you felt. It seemed impossible.

“Y/n are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet. Did I do something wrong?” Jeremiah asked after he pulled into the parking lot of your favorite ice cream shop.

“I’m just thinking,” you answer. 

“What’s on your mind?”

“There is this guy that I like. He’s incredible. He’s sweet, a blast to be around, everyday with him feels like an adventure. I want to tell him how I feel. But I’m not sure how to.”

Jeremiah’s face fell. He stared out the dash, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “You just have to tell him, otherwise you might miss your chance and he’ll move on.”

“Jeremiah.”

“Hmm?”

“That guy. The one I like. It’s you. It’s always been you,” you admit.

His eyes met yours and lit up, he smiled before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for  a kiss. It was intense, saying everything that you hadn’t. The kiss was making up for all of the times you had wanted to kiss each other and hadn’t. When it was over, you stayed close glancing from his lips to his eyes. 

“I can not believe we waited so long to do that,” he whispered.

“No more waiting,” you breathed before kissing him again, unbuckling your seat beat to really lean in. 

You have no idea how long the two of you kissed. It was incredible and neither of you could stop smiling. Eventually Jeremiah got out of his car and came around and opened your door, immediately pulling you into a hug, then spinning you around keeping one of your hands intertwined as you walked inside.

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Volleyball - Jeremiah x Reader

Author's Nots: Super short, just cute lol.

TW: mentions blood.

It was a beautiful summer day and you were playing Volleyball with Jeremiah against Conrad and Belly. The contrast was almost humorous, you and Jeremiah were hardly competitive and spent most of your time goofing around. Whereas Conrad and Belly were acting like it was an olympic match.

Everything was all fun and games until Conrad spiked the ball and hit you square in the face. It caught you off guard and you fell to your knees in the sand, hand coming up to cover your now bleeding nose, tears rolling down your cheeks despite your tightly closed eyes. 

“Oh my god, Y/n I’m so sorry,” Conrad said immediately, eyes wide. 

“Babe are you okay?” Jeremiah asked, running up from behind you. 

“I’ll go get paper towels, and an ice pack,” Belly said, running inside. 

“Y/n,” Jeremiah said softly. He knelt down and lifted your chin to get a better look at you. He wiped the tears off your face. “Come on, let’s get up,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and boosting you up. He brought you to a nearby bench. 

“Here's the paper towels, ice pack and a water bottle,” Belly offered. 

Jeremiah carefully wet the paper towels and wiped the blood away, before offering you the icepack. 

“How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked only half-jokingly. 

“Three,” you answer. 

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” he asked, making you smile. 

“To get to the other side?”

“Okay, very good, last one. What flavor of ice cream is Conrad going to buy you as an apology?”

“Chocolate chip cookie dough,” you laugh. 

It was an accident, no harm no foul. Honestly it caught you off guard more than it actually hurt. That was definitely the end of volleyball for the day though. 

“I love you, you goofball,” you said to Jere, removing the ice pack. 

“I love you too Y/n.”

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Semi-Flayed

Steve Harrington x Reader. Season 3 finale spoilers.

The floor was cold, the atmosphere chaotic. The screams of your friends were drowned out by the fireworks and snarls of the mindflayer. Despite the noise, you clearly heard Billy, or the Mindflayer rather, whisper, “Stay still, it will all be over soon," his words sent ice through your veins. You struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. Realizing the imminence of your demise, you felt an overwhelming sadness, not even for yourself, but for Steve Harrington, the first and apparently last love of your life. As the “flaying” began, he was the only thing on your mind. You hoped that he would survive this, that he would get out of Hawkins, that he would be happy. You hoped-

“Y/N!” Steve screamed as he blew his cover to run to your side.

This caught the attention of Eleven, who managed to use her powers to throw Billy away from you. She fell back against Mike. The rest of the kids were still blasting the mind flayer with fireworks. Steve used the opportunity to pick you up and carry you away from the action.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? You gotta wake up okay? I did not survive being tortured by Russians only to have you be flayed before I could even-” his voice broke, and before he could continue, he was rounding the corner to where Dustin was.

“Shit. Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. Billy - the mind flayer- how do we know if she? What if she was?” Steve tried, but his heart couldn’t even handle the idea of you being lost to him.

“She wasn’t flayed.”

“How do you know?” Steve asked reluctant to be relieved.

“The hive mind is activated, she would be awake and trying to kill us if she was,” Dustin explained.

“Then why isn’t she waking up?”

“I don’t know Steve, but we have bigger problems right now,” he said gesturing to the fact that they were almost out of Fireworks.

Steve hesitantly left your side to help the others and watched in absolute shock as Billy sacrificed himself. It was only moments later that the mind flayer collapsed. It was over. Jonathan hugged Nancy, Mike went to Eleven, Lucas held Max as she cried, and both Steve and Dustin turned towards you.

“Y/n wake up!” Steve tried shaking your shoulders. He lowered his head to your chest to hear your heart beating and feel your breathing, “Y/n, c’mon, I need you to wake up,” he tried again, sounding more desperate.

Before he could continue, the FBI came running in and they were all escorted out. Steve barely managed to convince the EMT to let him ride with you. He was stuck in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, shrugging off the nurses who offered to check out his injuries. Dustin, Mike, Nancy, and Jonathon came in, gathering in silence waiting for any news. The worst part for Steve was when your mother showed up, he had never felt more guilty than when he lied to her about what happened.

Eventually, the doctor came out with a flustered look on his face. He asked for your mom, and Steve quickly stood to join them. The doctor protested, but your mom assured him that Steve should come with her.

“So, I don’t know how to tell you this, but as far as we can tell there is nothing physically wrong with your daughter. She is seemingly in a coma with no cause. As such, there is nothing medically we can do other than sustain her condition if you choose to do so,” he then turned to Steve, “Can you run me through what happened again?” Steve managed to recount his story, trying to ignore your mother's sobs. As soon as he finished, he exited the room in shock, he sunk down to the floor, struggling to breathe, replaying the doctor's words over and over again in his head. His chest was filled with immense pain at the thought of losing you.

He sat there a while trying to calm himself down before forcing himself off the wall and back to the waiting room, where Will, Mrs. Byers, and Eleven had joined the others. All eyes went to him expectantly, but with one look at him Dustin said what they were all thinking, “Shit..."

Steve repeated what the doctor had said, Nancy pulled him into a comforting hug. While the others started brainstorming. There was an hour of outrageous theories until finally, Will realized something, “She wasn’t completely flayed, but the process was definitely initiated.”

“Obviously,” Dustin chimed in.

“But what is flaying? It’s like your identity being ripped away from you and replaced with the host mentality,” Will continued.

“So maybe Y/n’s soul or whatever was separated. Nothing medically wrong with her, because that’s not a physical connection” Mike added.

“So in other words, we have to jumpstart the connection again,” Lucas agreed, and then all eyes shifted to El.

“Do you think you could try to find her? Like you did Billy or Heather?” Mike asked.

“I can try,” El nodded.

Dustin walked over to where Steve was laying with his head in Mrs. Byers' lap. She ran her fingers through his hair like she had for her sons so many times, mind wandering to Hopper. Steve looked so broke, like he had given up any hope.

“We need to get into Y/n’s room, we think we know how to fix her,” Dustin announced.

It was like that swiped a switch in Steve, and he popped up at once, “What do you mean?”

Dustin explained everything to Steve and Mrs. Byers, and then again in layman's terms. From there the whole group formed a plan. Mrs. Byers and Nancy would go distract your mom. Dustin, Mike, and Will would distract the nurses. Steve and El would sneak into your room, while Jonathon kept watch. For once, everything went smoothly.

El was searching the cabinets for something to cover her eyes with, and Steve handed her the red ascot from his Scoops uniform. She went to your side and took your hand, instantly being transported into your consciousness.

It was dark, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Every step she took was echoing, the entire reality was glitching in and out, but there was no sign of you.

“Y/n?” she called out.

The blackness would flash to a scene of you and then back to the nothingness, “Y/n, can you hear me?” El tried again, “I need you to focus on my voice, and I can bring you back. I’ll bring you back home, back to Steve.”

At the mention of Steve, the glitching stopped and El could see you know for the first time, you laid on the ground folded into yourself. You were pale and shaking, looking only a moment away from death. As she got closer she could hear you softly repeating, “Please don't, I'm sorry.” There was no indication that you knew she was there. She touched you lightly on the shoulder, but it didn’t phase you.

“Y/n? We need to get out of here, I need your help,” she tried, again receiving no response. The glitching started again, each time putting more and more distance between the two of you. El knew that you wouldn’t survive it much longer.

In the hospital room, Steve watched as blood trickled down Eleven’s face. He didn’t know why it was taking so long. He tried to get an idea of what was happening through the one-sided conversation that he was hearing, but even that was being drowned out by his fear of losing you, What if this didn’t work? The lights started flickering, the machines in the room going nuts, and then suddenly Eleven called his name, “I need you to talk to her, to bring her back.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Steve, we don't have time, just talk to her!”

“Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend,” he started, feeling extremely uncomfortable, before his emotions took over. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m here now though, and I need you to come back to me. I need you to wake up, cause you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you. Not now, not ever. Please Y/n. I love you so much, please wake up." As he finished, everything went black, the entire hospital lost power.

In your head, every nightmare you had ever had was playing through your mind. You were cold and afraid, feeling lost beyond anything you have ever felt. Whatever was happening to you it was killing you, you could feel it draining you. A strange numbness started to overtake you. You weren’t giving up, you were running out of fight. Just as you were trying to prepare yourself for whatever would come next, you heard a familiar voice, “Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend.” Hearing his voice made everything stop. A warmth filled you, and you forced your eyes open, seeing Eleven.

"El?" you asked weakly.

“You’re going to be fine, I’m here,” she reassured, moving towards you and taking your hand.

The next thing you remember was hearing Steve’s voice, “Are you okay?” he asked, you forced your eyes open to see who he was talking to.

“I’ll be fine,” Eleven reassured him, wiping her nose.

“Everything was going crazy in here and then the power went out...Is she okay now?"

Suddenly Eleven’s face lit up, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

You had never seen Steve turn around so quickly in his life, a wide smile on his face as he practically dove onto your bed holding you like his life depended on it. “Nice to see you too,” you laughed. God did he love that laugh, and that smile, and you.

“I am so glad that you are okay,” he sighed, allowing himself to relax a little for the first time since he had found out about the Russian code from Dustin.

“Are you okay?” you asked running your finger lightly across his cheek. His eye was swollen and undoubtedly painful. His lip was busted and his nose was also bruised and swollen. In other words, he looked like he got into a fight with his hands tied behind his back.

He put his hand over yours and pulled it down to his chest over his heart as he had done so many times before, “It’s worse than it looks, I promise. I’m just glad you're okay.”

You were going to ask him what happened but were interrupted by the kids coming in excitedly. They were vividly telling you everything that happened after you were “Semi-flayed” as Will had coined it. You listened to every word, happy to know that it was all over. Their commotion gained the attention of the nurse, who proceeded to kick everyone out. Well, everyone but Steve who was practically glued to your side.

She went back to find the doctor and notify your mother, promising to bring back the ice that you requested for Steve’s eye. There were more happy reunions, followed by another round of tests, and finally, you were discharged. Joyce took Will, Jonathan, Dustin, and Lucas home. Nancy took Mike and Eleven back to her house. Your mom went back to your house and you went with Steve to his.

You both were exhausted but found it hard to sleep.

“What happens now?” you asked innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“How do we move forward from this? I mean nothing can ever really be the same can it?”

Steve thought for a moment, “I think we grieve and heal, then we start looking for the little victories again until this is nothing more than a memory.”

You nodded, “I love you, Steve Harrington,” you spoke softly.

You missed the grin that spread across his face before he kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

You laid like that for a while, it didn’t take Steve long to fall asleep. You thought about what he said. Tomorrow would be hard, and the day after that too, but eventually your life would become some type of normal again. You shifted to look at his face, careful not to wake him. You felt a sense of relief, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, you could work through the rest.

[mca-attack21]

A Long Day (Part 3)

This is the third and final part to the "A Long Day" Series.

Somehow you had managed to calm down during your drive to Kildare. You knew that no matter what your mom tried to do, your friends would be there for you every step of the way. Besides, staying at John B's meant you'd be able to help him keep the place up for DCS and even help him pay rent. Another bonus is the amount of time that your boyfriend already spent there. You could transfer to their school in the fall and from there you could figure it out.

As you walked towards Twinkie, it started to rain. You smiled as you rapped your hand on the door in the 'secret code'. You were quickly greeted by JJ, Kie, and Pope.

"Everything good?" JJ asked, searching your eyes.

"It is now," you answered wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.

"Okay that's enough PDA, we are still here," Pope joked.

The four of you sat and waited, they filled you in on the newest additions to the plan. Kie complained about Sarah, and how she couldn't be trusted again. But again, your mind started to wander.

‘I didn’t know that sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.’

Why did it matter where people are from, who their parents are, and the amount of money they had? Your mother's comments about JJ resurfaced, which led you to think about JJ's dad and the scene outside of the police station. You allowed yourself to consider for a moment how much worse it would have been if you weren’t there.

Clearly starting to get in your head, you decided to leave before JJ noticed and asked you about it. “Okay, they are taking too long, I’m going to get them,” you explained before exiting the van.

You made your way to the Hawk’s nest only to see that John B and Sarah were joined by Topper. You sprinted up the stairs, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this, especially since he was already upset and drinking earlier.

“You are a stupid, lying whore Sarah,” you heard Topper say as you rounded the corner.

John B, pushed him out of her face, “Just stop it, man. Leave her alone.”

“Sarah you better tell him to back off, cause I’m about to beat his ass,” Topper threatened, "I'll drown him like his old man, I swear I will,"

“No, you won't,” you spoke before John B could respond, alerting everyone of your presence. You pushed yourself in between Topper and John B. "You guys can go, I have my car here, I'll make sure Topper gets home okay," you instructed without even looking back at them.

"Y/n I don't think that's a good idea," John B replied.

"I'll be fine, just go." As soon as you heard them start to leave you looked back at your brother, “Come on Top, you're drunk, I’ll drive us home.”

"No, I'm going anywhere with you, you knew!" he said clearly distressed.

"Knew what Top? That you were about to do something stupid? That's kinda a given when can can't even speak without your words slurring together."

Topper snapped grabbed your arm forcefully, “You knew about Sarah and John B and you didn’t even tell me. What the hell?"

Your tone softened as you realized what Topper meant, "Topper, I swear I didn't know that anything was going on between them."

"Your lying, you’re not my sister not anymore, you’re one of them.”

"First of all, let go of me," you said ripping your wrist free and taking a step back. The thunder clapped again, sounding closer this time, and the rain was coming down harder. You tried to remind yourself that he was drunk and heartbroken, but that didn’t stop the sting of his words, especially following the scene with your mother from earlier. “You are in no condition to drive, especially with the storm, so hate me all you want, but I am going to make sure you get home safely. Let’s go,” you said lightly touching his arm.

“I’m not leaving with you!” he yelled, anger getting the better of him, without even thinking about it he pushed you off of him and backward and you broke through the railing. Your body made a thud when it hit the sand and it was still. Too still. Topper sobered up, realizing what he had just done. He was racing down to see if you were okay, but John B was there and he knew that he needed to leave before the rest of the Pogues showed up.

John B had said goodbye to Sarah who he had convinced to go home before the storm got any worse. He was going to head back to Twinkie when he heard you and Topper yelling at each other. He doubled back to the Hawk’s nest just in time to see you fall. He sprinted to your side, “Shit, shit, shit, Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n!” John B slid to his knees slightly moving your head to see if he could get you to come to. He was met with a small groan. He was afraid to move you too much, having no idea how injured you were.

“Help! Someone help!” he screamed, he dug his hand through his pocket for a phone that wasn’t there. He had no idea if he friends would be able to here him through the rain. He didn't want to leave you, but he couldn't get you help if he stayed there. A small groan escaping your lips, and he refocused his attention on you, “Hey Y/n, wake up, come on now. You're okay, you're going to be okay,” he promised before looking back towards the path to the Twinkie and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I need help! JJ! Pope! Kie! Help!”

It was not long before JJ and Pope came sprinting down the path, “What’s wrong John B?” JJ yelled before he rounded the corner, “What happened?” he demanded before taking John B’s place at your head.

“Topper pushed from the top of the nest. She needs help. But I don’t think we can move her,” John B explained.

“Where the hell is he?” Kie asked, looking around for any sign of your brother.

“That doesn’t matter right now, we need to call an ambulance!” JJ ordered looking between his friends.

“My phones in the van, I’ll go,” Pope says before running off.

“Hey Y/n, can you open those beautiful eyes for me? Come on sweetheart, you are going to be okay, you just need to wake up,” JJ’s hands hovered over you wanting to shake you, but being afraid to touch you. He glanced up at the top of the nest, the severity of the situation crashing into him like a 15 foot wave. He lost whatever calm that he had, “Y/n please, I need you to be okay, please, I can’t lose you,” tears were streaming down his face at how still you were.

He barely registered John B pulling him away from you so that the paramedics could get to work. He just turned and hugged his best friend, who pulled him back towards the van. He didn't register the conversations being had between his friends as they decided who would take your car. Kie heading towards the hospital in your car, Pope driving the Pogue, while John B tried to keep JJ calm in the back.

“She’ll be okay man, she’s tough,” John B to comfort JJ, who was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” Pope agreed.

“Totally, it’s not like she just fell from 50 feet, laying still on the ground completely unresponsive,” JJ replied harshly, raising his hand to his chest.

“JJ," John B said, trying to catch his focus.

“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her,” he cried, pulling his knees up into his chest like he used to when he was a child.

"You're not going to lose her man, I promise," John B replied.

When they got to the hospital, they were told that they couldn’t see you or be told how you were doing because they were not family. Your mom had apparently called and told them that she and Topper were the only ones allowed to see you, no exceptions. JJ tried to explain that he was your boyfriend and how he just needed to know if you were okay, but considering the fact that your mom was one of the top donors towards the hospital, he never had a chance. He desperately made a dash to go back to the ICU but was stopped by the security guards. John B and Pope stepped in to try to reason with them, but it just went downhill from there until all three of them were being threatened to get kicked out or have the cops called.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just ask her mom to come out here please and I’m sure we can work it out,” JK said calmly.

“Her mom isn’t here. You kids need to go home,” the nurse replied.

“What? That’s insane! We aren’t going anywhere!” John B argued.

“It’s okay JB, we can come back later,” JJ said calmly and everyone took his lead heading around the corridor.

“What the hell man? We are not leaving her here alone,” John B said once they were out of earshot of the guards and head nurse.

“No we’re not,” JJ said, holding up the nurse's ID.

After managing to snag some scrubs from a locker room, JJ snuck around the hospital until he made his way back to the ICU. He tricked a nurse into giving him your room number and then snagged your chart on the way in your room.

When he saw you laying there unconscious hooked up to the machines, he realized that he had never once seen you look helpless before. You looked small and delicate, and those were not words he would ever have used to describe you. He took a seat beside you, daring to look at your chart. You had a concussion, dislocated shoulder, and broken collarbone. Pain meds, a sling, and ice and you should be good as new after a few weeks. JJ smiled at the words and took a moment to send his friends a picture of your chart with a text saying you would be okay. They text him back, but he chose to ignore them, placing your chart down and taking your hand in his.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? It’s JJ,” he spoke softly, “Babe, I need you to wake up,” he tried again. He stood up and pushed the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was as he pulled away that you started to shift, taking in a deep breath before briefly opening your eyes.

“Good morning,” he joked softly. You forced your eyes open again, wincing as you turned your neck to see him better. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. Just relax,” he instructed.

“Where am I?”

“St. Olive’s. You fell from the top of the Hawk’s nest, but you're going to be okay. Just a mild concussion, broken collarbone and a dislocated shoulder.”

“At least my nurse is cute,” you joked, causing you to laugh and move wrong. Apparently whatever drugs you were on were wearing off.

“Take it easy over there,” JJ said, taking your hand in his again, “You feeling okay? Need anything?”

“Water?”

“Yeah, of course. Coming right up.”

“Thanks,” you said after downing the tiny cup he handed you, “What’s up with the scrubs?”

“Your mom has this place wrapped around her finger and has decided that only she and Topper can visit. So I had to be a little creative in sneaking in.”

At the mention of Topper, you forgot where you were, that you were safe, with JJ. “Y/n, you still with me?” JJ asked, concerned with your sudden change. You didn’t even hear him as the events from Hawk’s nest flashed through your mind and caused your heart rate to skyrocket, leading a group of nurses to race into your room. Luckily JJ, ducked into the bathroom before anyone could see him.

The nurses managed to calm you down, thinking that you were just freaking out because you woke up and were alone. They gave you another round of pain meds and told you that you should be good to check out in the morning when your mother came to pick you up. You thanked them, and waited for them to leave the room before pulling the IV out of your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ asked as you were now standing up looking to unplug the machines from the wall.

“If I unplug them from me the alarms will go off and the nurses will come back. If I unplug them from the wall they can’t give me away.”

“Why not just lay back down and let them stay plugged into you so that the doctors can make sure you’re okay?”

“Because we’re leaving,” you replied, opening cabinets looking for something besides a hospital gown to slip into, whether that be scrubs or your clothes from earlier.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, it’s just one night and I promise to be here with you the whole time. Hospitals aren’t that bad.”

“I’m not worried about the hospital. I’m worried about what happens tomorrow when my mom comes to get me,” you let slip apparently not yet fully control of yourself.

“What is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked.

“Look it doesn’t matter J, I am not staying here. So either start helping me or get ready to be escorted out of here,” you say clearly upset.

JJ grabbed your good arm, his other hand guiding your chin so you were looking at him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“I’ll be fine JJ, I promise.”

“And you’re sure you want to leave?”

“Yes. I am sure.”

“And are you turned on by me in scrubs?” he joked, making you smile.

“Oh, so turned on,” you replied before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him.

“Okay, how do you want to do this?”

“I need clothes, I am not leaving in this. Are John B and them still here?”

“Yeah, they’re camping out in the parking lot in Twinkie.”

“Okay, call him and tell him to meet us at the side entrance in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, I can do that, and I know where we can get some scrubs. Just stay here.”

JJ left and was quick to return with a set of scrubs for you. While he was gone you wrote out a note saying that you left of your own accord, blah, blah, blah. He helped you change and the two of you snuck out using the stairs. There was one close call, but you made it out to where you were relieved to find Twinkie with the side door open and your friends waiting for you. Pope got out to give you the front seat. Everyone was asking you a ton of questions and telling you how glad that they were that you were okay. JJ explained how he managed to break into your room and how he managed to break you out. You tried to tune out the pain in your arm and ignore the growing pounding of your head.

“You okay?” John B said quietly so only you could hear him.

“I left after the pain meds wore off and before the next round started I pulled the IV out of my arm, so I’m consciously experiencing my symptoms for the first time,” you explained as you shut your eyes, concentrating on your breathing.

“Okay, sounds like we need to make a pit-stop,” he said, glancing over at you slightly concerned. He pulled into the 24 hour drugstore on his way to drop Pope off. “I’m going in to get Y/n some pain meds and an ice pack for her arm. Does anyone else need anything?”

“Ice cream?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.

John B rolled his eyes jokingly, “Pain meds, ice pack, and ice cream, got it.”

“I’ll come with you,” Pope started, "I want to see if they have any of those things,” he lied horribly.

JJ hopped out and went around to the driver’s seat. “How you feeling?”

“Oh you know I’m on cloud nine,” you say sarcastically.

“I would give you some of my stash, but Pope said it could mess with your concussion.”

“Yeah, probably not then.”

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Of course I do J, I love you too.”

“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you answered, which was not a lie, just not the complete truth. One glance at JJ’s face told you that he wasn’t buying it. Luckily for you the others returned. At this point everyone was tired, John B took Pope home, before taking both you and JJ back to the chateau with him, where Kie was waiting outside in one of the hammocks. You knew that if she drove your car she knew. But instead of bringing it up she just brought you into a side hug careful not to hurt you.

"Everything's going to be okay, I promise," she whispered as she pulled away.

You thanked her before taking a deep breath and turning to John B, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded a bit confused, before gesturing for you to lead the way, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could move into the spare room long term, at least until I can get a job or something?"

"Of course you can. Consider the guest room Casa ala Y/n."

"I'll help you keep everything straight for DCS and I'll chip in for rent and groceries and everything," you promised.

John B laughed at how serious you are, "Dude chill, it's not a big deal. JJ practically lives here too," he laughed.

The two of you walked back towards the others JJ clearly confused as to what was going on.

"Kie, can you help me grab Y/n's stuff from her car?" John B asked giving you a knowing look.

You turned to JJ prepared to explain everything, but he beat you to the punch, "Okay, spill, I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw you because clearly you were upset and now..." he rambled before you cut him off.

"I got into a fight with my mom at Midsummer and she kicked me out, so I'm moving in here," you explained, "I left Rixton's to get all of my stuff before she tried to get rid of it."

"Babe, you could have told me. I would've went with you," JJ sighed. He knew that your relationship with your family had been strained since you started hanging out with the Pogues and how much that bothered you.

"It was something that I needed to do on my own."

“Okay,” he nodded. "Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's weird, earlier I was stressed, but now I just feel freed. It's like I know everything will work out now, because I have you and the Pogues," you replied smiling genuinely.

"I love you, you know that?"

"Of course I do, I love you too J."

The two of you went inside, where John B and Kiara were bringing in the last of your stuff.

"Hey guys, I'm going to take Kie home, I'll be back in a bit," John B said as he headed out the door. Kiara said goodbye to you and JJ and made you promise to call her if you needed anything.

After the two of them left, you yawned. JJ noticed and said through a smile, "Looks like its bedtime." He was quick to set up the pillows so you could sleep comfortably beside him. You were trying to get the scrubs off to put on some of your pajamas but were failing miserably. “JJ?”

“Yeah, what’s up? Oh,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up and just help me,” you whined.

He came over and carefully lifted the shirt over your head and around your arm in the sling, he winced at bruises that showed, wishing he was there to stop Topper, who was a dead man walking at this point as far as JJ was concerned. He couldn't focus on that though, not when you were laying right beside him. He watched you contently, allowing himself to relax, knowing somehow that things would be okay. He started to drift off, a smile still on his face.