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artificialcaretaker · 2 years
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Sabal scams Ajay out of his family and steals his dad so that he can finally call himself “Son of Mohan” like he’s dreamed of for years.mp3
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astrynyx · 3 years
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Adventures To Last a Lifetime
Schenanigans of Two Tiny (Maybe) Assassins
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pairing: marinette dupain-cheng/damian wayne
warnings: super smart gremlin children
As they grew up, they continued to meet each other in secret. Even though their mothers wanted them separated, they always found a way to meet under their radar. Anytime Damian had a mission in Europe, he would find his way to Paris, or if Damian found a way to tell Marinette where he would be for a mission, Marinette would tell her parents she was with one of her classmates on a trip and meet him there.
"Hey, how long until your mom comes to get you?" Marinette asked, turning her head to look at where Damian was lying in the grass next to her. Damian shrugged.
"She ran into trouble, so at least a couple of days." Marinette turned her eyes back to the stars.
"In that case, we should go cause chaos." A smirk slowly spread across his face.
"What do you have in mind?"
"That was boring," Damian said, jumping out of the shopping cart. Marinette nodded in agreement.
"Far too slow, and there was no control whatsoever." They both sighed. "So now what?"
"Why don't we modify it to make it faster?" Damian suggested, crossing his arms and looking at the cart in disappointment. Marinette lit up.
"You're a genius, Damian!"
Damian would forever deny preening at her praise.
"Ready?" Marinette asked, pulling the visor of her helmet over her eyes. Clutching the steering wheel they added, she glanced back at where Damian sat, handling the speed and breaks. Flipping down his own visor, Damian nodded in determination.
"Let's do this."
With those words, they took off, the rocket boosters Damian built letting them go way faster than they did before. Marinette whooped, laughing in joy. Behind her, Damian grinned.
"Left!" Damian yelled, staring at the upcoming wall of the abandoned parking garage. Heeding the warning, Marinette made a sharp turn, almost tipping the cart over as they sped up the ramp. The two grinned, sparing a glance at each other as they reached the top. Unfortunately, the top of the ramp led to the roof of the garage, and with the speed they were going, they practically flew off the end.
“Not good not good not good!” Marinette frantically exclaimed, looking around for something, anything she could do to make the situation better. Damian was the same.
“We have to jump!” On the count of three, they jumped, Damian grabbing Marinette and protecting her body with his. Rolling to a stop, they watched as the cart crashed, wincing at the noise it made. Watching the various lights turn on, they glanced at each other and ran far away from the mess they made.
“Wanna see if we’re able to steal something from the Louvre?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Alright, Marinette, you play distraction.” Marinette looked at him weirdly.
“Why don’t you play distraction? They’re less likely to be suspicious of a little girl stealing from the Louvre than a boy who is constantly scowling. Plus, I’m smaller than you. It’s less likely they’ll see me than you. Plus, if I somehow get caught, I can play lost, helpless little girl.” They got into a small staring contest, which Marinette inevitably won.
Damian huffed. “Fine, but next time you’re the distraction.”
The smile on Marinette’s face almost made it worth it.
“The first challenge is to get inside. The exterior of the pyramid is all glass, and reaches 21.6 meters in height. There are seven entrances: one at Pei Pyramid, two at Galerie du Carrousel, one at Passage Richelieu, one at 99 Rue de Rivoli, and one at Porte de Lions. There is also the Palais Royal Musée du Louvre, a métro entrance, but that would be the hardest to access. Instead, I’m going to go in from the roof of the Louvre Palace while you make sure the guards are occupied and maintain surveillance.”
“Wouldn’t it make more sense for us both to go in? Two eyes are better than one, and it would be easier for me to run surveillance from the inside.” Marinette tilted her head, acknowledging that he made good points.
“Alright, we both go in. The best point of access is here-” Marinette points to a spot on the blueprints they acquired “-by the Jardin de l’Infante. We’ll have to go in through one of the second floor windows. From there, there’s a staircase at the end of the hall, right here.” She points to another area on the blueprints. We go down a floor, the crown jewels are a floor below our entrance. I’m smaller, so I’ll grab the jewels and switch them out once you cut the power. We’ll have somewhere between ten and twenty seconds before the backup generator comes on, so we have to hurry. Once the power goes out, the guards will get suspicious so we’ll have to leave as soon as possible. The best exit would have to be the second floor, above the Porte de Lion entrance. It’s close enough to the Seine that we can get in and out undetected.” Marinette continued to show Damian the landmarks on the blueprints. Damian let out a contemplative hum.
“By that point it would be early morning, correct?” Marinette nodded. “If we’re seen, two children out and about would cause suspicion. We need disguises.” Marinette squinted at him.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Everything in place?”
“Yep. It’s all good to go.”
“Then let’s do this.”
“Anything coming?” Marinette asked, making sure her head stayed below the window. She and Damian were balancing outside the second story window, Damian checking the security cameras and preparing to loop them. Damian shook his head.
“In ten seconds, we’ll have a three minute window before the next rotation. On my mark, we go in.” Marinette held her breath, listening to the guard rotation pass. She only let it out when Damian gave his go-ahead.
They crept through the halls, both highly alert for any sign of danger. Soon, they reached the jewels.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
“This is humiliating,” Damian grumbled, subtly messing with this wig. Marinette smacked his hand away.
“This was your idea, and reducing any suspicion of us one may have. Now shush and get in the wheelchair.” Mumbling under his breath, Damian did as he was told. Nodding in approval, Marinette handed him the stolen jewels to hide.
“You remember the plan?” Damian rolled his eyes, but Marinette knew he wasn’t annoyed at her cautiousness.
“Of course. I am a crippled old lady and you are my sweet granddaughter taking me on an early morning stroll. But why am I the crippled old lady?” Now Marinette rolled her eyes.
“Because a notoriously sweet and innocent little girl is less suspicious than a boy who constantly scowls.” As if to prove her point, Damian scowled. Raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards him. “My point exactly. Old people are known for being bitter anyway, so you don’t even have to pretend!” Damian glared, but she ignored it.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled, crossing his arms under his fake breasts. Marinette beamed at him, and they both knew he wasn’t really upset.
“When we’re done, wanna get something to eat?” Damian chuckled, nodding his head.
“That is agreeable.”
"Then it's go time."
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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years
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Of Debts and Stress
Mary Saotome x She/Her Reader
A/N: Mary is such a great character like wth. I hope I did her some justice. There is a mention of characters from Kakegurui Twin, but the story takes place when Yumeko shows up in the main series. Thanks for reading! Word Count: ~8,929 (Me seeing this number for the first time: HOLY SHIT what have I done?! No wonder this took so long lol)
“Did you see the look on that loser’s face when I laid down that royal flush?” Mary laughed, her lips curled in a triumphant smirk as she descended the stairs with (Y/n) following close behind. “To see the light just drain out of his eyes after he realized that his full house was trash was just priceless,” she paused a moment at the bottom of the stairs, causing (Y/n) to bump into her before the blonde turned to face her. “Well, maybe not priceless, I guess you could say it was worth 5,000,000 yen!”
“Mary,” (Y/n) began, rubbing the back of her neck and shifting her eyes to watch other students climb the stairs, “It’s not like I’m not impressed or anything, but don’t you think you went a little too hard on the guy? I mean, he’s a house pet now.”
Mary’s smirk sunk into a frown as she crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the banister with a huff, looking up at the girl who still stood on the last step of the stairs, with a roll of her eyes, she replied, “He wanted to gamble, it’s not my fault if he didn’t weigh the rewards with the risk. Don’t be such a downer (Y/n), you’re really killing my mood here.”
“Sorry, I guess I just feel bad for him.”
“(Y/n), it’s all a part of how this fucked up school works. If you don’t like it, then why the hell did you even apply?” Mary threw her arms up in aggravation.
“Hey, do you think you two could move? You’re blocking half the staircase.” a student called impatiently from behind (Y/n).
“Can’t you see we’re talking here?” Mary glared at a spot above (Y/n)’s head, “Just go around us, idiot!”
The student grumbled, but clumsily made his way through the students that were walking up the stairwell.
“Maybe we should keep walking,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly, crooking one of her arms with Mary’s and pulling her away from the stairs and towards the school entrance.
“Hey, let go!” Mary pushed out of the hold, blushing furiously, before clearing her throat and giving (Y/n) a side glance as the other girl laughed good-naturedly. “You haven’t gambled yet today, shouldn’t you have at least one match to make sure you don’t fall behind in the rankings?”
“I don’t feel like gambling today,” (Y/n) shrugged, “Maybe tomorrow.”
“You better get your act together or you’ll end up a mittens,” Mary warned.
“Sorry I’m not into high stakes gambles. I’d rather win a little at a time than blow it all away on one game,” (Y/n) explained.
“Ha, that new poochie should have taken a page out of your book,” Mary grinned, but sobered quickly, “But seriously, don’t fall too far behind or I’ll have to leave you to the dogs, got it?” She punctuated her words with a sharp poke to (Y/n)’s chest.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it!” (Y/n) sighed, and rubbed the sore spot.
“And if you need any, you know, help, with your gambles tomorrow I wouldn’t be adverse to it,” Mary added, pretending to look disinterested and aloof.
“Aww Mary, are you saying you’d cheat for me? I’m touched,” (Y/n) smiled.
“I’ve changed my mind. You are on your own,” Mary glared and snarled beneath the blush that dusted her cheeks.
“Damn it.”
“Serves you right.”
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” (Y/n) asked as they neared the dorms.
“I suppose,” Mary replied while inspecting her nails. “Meet me in front of my dorm at 7:45 or I’m leaving without you.”
“I’ll be there, have a goodnight Mary!” (Y/n) waved before disappearing into the Tsubaki class dorms.
“‘Night,” Mary called over her shoulder as she made her way to the Hana dorm building.
The girls got ready for the night in there respective dorms and went to sleep, unaware of the major upset that would greet the student body of Hyakkaou Private Academy tomorrow.
***
“Heard you have a new transfer student in your class. Do they seem nice?” (Y/n) asked Mary as they ate their lunches.
“She’s whatever,” Mary shrugged. “Looks like easy money though, I’m gonna ask her to gamble after classes let out. Just wait until you see me wipe the floor with that airhead.”
“Aw, I actually have a few gambles of my own lined up unfortunately.”
“Tsk, whatever, I didn’t want you there anyway,” Mary sulked, picking at her leftovers.
“Hey, you’re the one who told me I needed to watch my ranking. Don’t blame me for simply following through on your advice. If I finish in the gambling den before you finish your game, I’ll be there to cheer you on!”
“You better not, it’s a gamble. You don’t need to act like a mom at a goddamn soccer game,” Mary huffed. “That being said, you better show up if you finish before me.”
“Yes ma’am,” (Y/n) mock saluted then winced and leaned into the table when Mary’s foot knocked painfully into her shin.
“I’ll see you after class, dummy,” Mary smiled smugly, raising from her chair. “Depending on how much money this girl bleeds, we can go do something this weekend, my treat,”
“Sounds like a date!” (Y/n) cheered, narrowly missing Mary’s attempt at a full body tackle. “See you later!” (Y/n) giggled and ran down the hall towards her class while Mary yelled obscenities behind her.
***
(Y/n) was pretty happy with herself, having won six out of seven games of blackjack and earning a modest 50,000 yen. Of course counting the cards had helped her odds, not that her opponents needed to know that. Honestly though, they were probably doing the same thing. It always came back to luck in the end.
(Y/n) hummed to herself as she made her way up the stairs to Mary’s classroom. She looked up when she heard echoing footsteps descending the stairs and was met with the boy Mary had turned into a house pet and a beautiful girl with flowing black hair she had never seen before.
“Oh, hello there!” The girl greeted. Ryota seemed to recognize (Y/n) as a friend of Mary’s though, and grew more nervous, (Y/n) gave him a sheepish wave she hoped conveyed her sympathy or could at least put the poor boy more at ease.
“Hi, you must be the new transfer student,” (Y/n) addressed Yumeko, “I hope no one has been giving you too hard a time,” (Y/n) could think of one prominent figure in her mind that would do such a thing and was ready to do damage control if need be.
“Oh, not at all! I’ve never felt more welcomed!” Yumeko smiled and grasped (Y/n)’s hand in hers. “Jabami, Yumeko,” she introduced herself, the ring on her thumb lightly digging into the skin of (Y/n)’s hand.
“(L/n), (Y/n),” she answered in return, giving Yumeko’s hand a friendly squeeze before withdrawing. “You don’t seem any worse for wear. I guess you survived Mary’s gambling challenge then?”
“Ah, you know Saotome? Yes, I’m looking forward to her paying me back, I hope we can gamble again sometime, she was so feisty!” Yumeko grinned, “You should join us next time as well!”
“Perhaps...” (Y/n) answered distractedly. Why would she need to wait for Mary to pay her back? “So is Mary still up there?”
“I believe so, it was nice meeting you, (Y/n)-san!”
“Yes, nice meeting you too. Uh, see you around Jabami, Suzui,” (Y/n) bowed her head and made her way up the rest of the stairs to the Hana classroom.
The room looked like a mess. Lingering students whispered their gossip but (Y/n) paid them no mind as she scanned the classroom for a familiar head of blonde hair.
“If you’re looking for Saotome you won’t find her here. She ran off, probably went to hide her shame,” one of the lingering students voiced once (Y/n) looked over the whole room.
(Y/n) leveled a soft glare at the student before turning to leave. Okay so she lost, so what? No one’s perfect, get off your high horse. (Y/n) thought as she continued down the hall and peeked into every empty classroom she passed. She was about to text Mary when she heard a huge crash come from the last classroom at the end of the hall.
She yanked the door open and saw a few toppled desks and Mary slouched against the wall with her face hiding in her arms, propped up by her knees that were pulled tightly against her chest.
“Mary, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What happened?” (Y/n) rushed to Mary’s side and knelt before her, careful to give the girl her space. Mary didn’t care for being coddled.
“Fuck off.” Mary’s voice croaked, muffled by her arms.
“Come on Mary, talk to me. I assume you lost, how bad was it really? 300,000? 400,000?”
“8.8 million,” came the subdued reply.
“Wh... what?” (Y/n) swears she must have heard wrong.
“Don’t make me fucking say it again.”
“Mary! What the hell were you thinking?!” (Y/n) gasped, worry gripping her heart. “8.8 million yen?!”
“Shut up!” Mary cried, “You think I don’t know how fucked I am?!”
“What are we going to do, Mary?”
“We aren’t doing anything. This is my problem,” Mary roared, shoving the closest toppled desk away with her foot.
“You can’t possibly come up with all that yen on your own before the rankings are updated. I can get you like, 1,000,000. It’s not much but it’s a start, and of course I’ll stay after school and-“
“Don’t you get it? I don’t want your pity!” Mary yelled, shooting up from the floor.
“Mary, you’re my friend, you are important to me, let me help you!” (Y/n) flung her hand out to catch Mary’s.
“I’ll get the money somehow. Just stay out of my way,” came Mary’s cold reply and she tugged her arm out of (Y/n)’s grasp.
“Mary, don’t do anything rash! Take a moment to just think about this. Your debt is bad, but if you don’t keep a level head, you’re bound to end up with something even more unmanageable!” (Y/n) warned.
“Just shut up already! You weren’t there so you don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do now,” Mary moved stiffly towards the door.
“Mary, stop!” (Y/n) called after the hot headed girl. Unfortunately Mary continued her fast pace down the hall and quickly disappeared around the corner. (Y/n) sighed to herself and rubbed at her irritated eyes. Her heart ached for Mary and the position she found herself in, but she was frustrated as well. Why couldn’t Mary just swallow her pride and accept her help?
(Y/n) rearranged the toppled desks and left the classroom with a heavy feeling in her chest. Hopefully she could sort things out with Mary tomorrow.
***
The next day (Y/n) waited outside of the Hana dorms for Mary like she did everyday, but the girl was not in her usual spot. (Y/n) waited, thinking she was simply running late, but as more time passed it was becoming more evident that Mary was either not coming out, or she was already gone.
(Y/n) couldn’t find her in the school, and Mary wasn’t answering any of her texts either. Meanwhile Jabami was busy making a first year cry. Sure that student council girl was practically begging for it with how obvious her cheating was, but even (Y/n) knew a line had been crossed.
The next morning (Y/n)’s wait for Mary was no better and yielded the same result. (Y/n) fired off another text. She’s at least looking at them.
“Oh! (Y/n)-san, good morning!” An airy voice giggled happily.
(Y/n) shifted her gaze and suppressed a scowl as Yumeko exited the dorm waving excitedly in her direction.
“Waiting for someone?” Yumeko asked, once she was standing within a foot of (Y/n), closer than (Y/n) cared for.
“I was, but I think she already left,” (Y/n) replied, trying very hard to be polite and not snap at the other girl.
“Oh, then we should walk together!” Yumeko clapped her hands together. “If you don’t mind waiting a little longer Ryota will be coming shortly... In fact I see him exiting the boy’s side now! Good morning, Ryota!”
Ryota jolted and swiveled his head up before waving shyly at Yumeko.
“Ryota is going to show me around more this morning, I’d love it if you could join us. It would be nice to have the perspective of someone from a different class as well,” Yumeko spoke excitedly to (Y/n).
“I can’t unfortunately, my first class starts in ten minutes,” (Y/n) informed, surprised at the sudden added weight as Yumeko clamped onto her side and whined loudly in her ear.
“But I really want you to come, (Y/n)-san! Since you aren’t in Hana class we won’t get to see each other often. Can’t you skip your class just this once?”
(Y/n) could easily skip class, but she was not willing to do it for the girl who ruined her best-friend-kinda-maybe-girlfriend’s life. She was about to insist she had to attend class when Ryota swooped in.
“It’s not uncommon for students to skip out on classes here. The teachers don’t really care as long as they’re getting paid. So I’m sure (L/n)-san could join us, right?” He smiled, nervously shifting his eyes from side to side.
Damn you, Suzui, Ryota.
“Well, I suppose just this once I could humor you,” (Y/n) gave a half hearted smile before her eyes went wide and her hands grasped at the arms wound tightly around her neck, shaking her excitedly.
“Yes! Thank you, (Y/n)-san, I’m sure we’ll have a marvelous time!” Yumeko cheered, rocking (Y/n) and throwing her off balance once she finally let go. “Where are we going today, Ryota?”
“I was thinking the path to the Traditional Culture Club would be a good place to visit today. It’s got beautiful scenery, don’t you think, (L/n)-san?” Ryota asked, offering (Y/n) a meek smile.
“I agree, the surrounding vegetation is lovely this time of year. It’s one of my favorite spots on campus actually,” (Y/n) supplied, noticing how Ryota seemed to straighten a bit, looking a tad more confident.
“Sounds wonderful, we’d best be on our way. Maybe I’ll find a gamble to partake in as well!” Yumeko thought dreamily, cupping her blushing cheek with her hand.
Ryota allowed himself an awkward chuckle while (Y/n) subtly pursed her lips, bringing her thoughts back to Mary’s absence as the trio made their way through campus.
“Wow, it certainly is lovely here. I can see why one would like such exquisite scenery,” Yumeko commented once they made it near the end of the path. “Oh, and this must be the club you were referring to?” She asked, pointing to the pleasant building resting below the trees.
“Yes, the Traditional Culture Club,” (Y/n) perked up a bit as a half baked plan formed in her mind. “You know Yumeko, you might actually get the chance to gamble in there.”
“Don’t tell her that!” Ryota blanched before directing his attention back to Yumeko, “I mean, the president of this club is also a part of the student council! You don’t want to make any more enemies than you already have, right Yumeko?”
“Gambling! You promise, (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked, a predatory gleam formed in her eyes that forced a shiver to run up and down (Y/n)’s spine.
“It’s a very real possibility as long as  Nishinotouin-senpai is around. You could always drop by later if she’s not here,” (Y/n) answered candidly. Perhaps she shouldn’t be pushing Yumeko into the arms of danger, but she thought of it as payback for beating Mary so badly without even batting an eye or losing sleep over it.
“Ooo! I just have to go in, can we go in?” Yumeko clutched her hands together and bounced on the soles of her feet, a sight Ryota couldn’t seem to say no to. Not that (Y/n) could blame him as she also found the behavior rather adorable herself.
“Welcome to the Traditional Culture Club!” A member greeted the trio as they approached the door, “We have a match in progress already, but it should end shorty, if you don’t mind you can wait inside.”
“Certainly, we don’t mind at all!” Yumeko spoke.
The club member ushered them inside and (Y/n)’s mouth fell open in shock once she perceived the poor soul sitting across from Nishinotouin, Yuriko was none other than her dear friend Saotome, Mary.
“No, Mary,” (Y/n) couldn’t help but whisper to herself, “What are you doing?”
“She appears to be gambling, (Y/n)! She looks quite tense, wouldn’t you say?” Yumeko stage whispered back.
(Y/n)’s hands curled into fists as she stood by helplessly, watching Mary bet the remaining thirty-two chips she owned. Why would Mary do this after she told her not to do anything rash? (Y/n) waited, her breath stuck in her lungs as the dealer counted down until the reveal of the swords under the cup. When the obtrusion was lifted, (Y/n)’s eyes quickly scanned the board. There! A sword was stuck in slot twenty-two and Mary had bet six chips on it!
“But wait, that’s—!” (Y/n)’s hands flew to her mouth, unable to speak further.
“Twenty-two was a hit. Congratulations, Saotome,” Yuriko praised before her lips quirked further upward, “However, unfortunately for you, the judgement is death.”
Mary hunched over, looking desperately at the board while the dealer explained the penalty.
“Saotome bet six chips on twenty-two with a judgement of death. This requires the punishment of a loss thirty times greater then the chips placed, turning six chips to one hundred eighty chips. When factoring the wins on Yuriko-sama’s slots, the grand total for Saotome is a loss of 49.6 million yen!” The dealer calculated.
(Y/n)’s knees nearly gave out when she heard the final calculation and her heart hammered painfully against her chest.
“See her out, I’m done with her,” Yuriko smiled sinisterly, earning a pained roar from Mary as she was pulled back by standby club members.
“Perhaps you should go after her,” (Y/n) jumped when Yumeko came in close and whispered in her ear. “Ryota and I can catch up with you later, go take care of your friend,” Yumeko smiled and gave (Y/n)’s shoulder a squeeze.
(Y/n) barely spared Yumeko a second glance before running out after the club members escorting Mary off of the premises.
“Let her go, I’ve got her,” (Y/n) commanded sternly, pulling Mary away from the Culture Club members. She shot them one last glare before she turned on her heel and began dragging Mary away from the building. She only stopped once they were off the trail in one of the more secluded areas near the edge of the school forest.
(Y/n) tentatively let go of Mary and leaned back against the nearest tree, her chest heaving with shuddering breaths. What the hell now?
“Why?” She finally choked out, Mary’s fists curled at the single word and she had the audacity to scoff before trying to leave the forest. (Y/n) wasn’t having it however, and took hold of Mary’s bicep.
“Let go!”
“Why? So you can disappear on me again and rack up a 100 million yen debt?” (Y/n) spat, her grip tightening. “I told you not to act recklessly and you thought it was a good idea to go up against Nishinotouin?!”
“There was nothing else to do!” Mary yelled back, turning back to fully face (Y/n) and fisting her hand in the front of (Y/n)’s uniform blazer and pulling her closer to her angry golden eyes. “This was my only chance to get out of being a house pet, it was a risk I had to take!”
“I wish you would have talked to me! You know I only want to help you!” (Y/n) fought the stinging sensation building in her eyes and stood her ground.
“Oh really, how do you expect me to believe that? Don’t think I didn’t see you being all chummy with Jabami and the dog in there. You know it’s because of her that I even had to instigate this match!”
“They roped me into coming along, it’s not like I had anything better to do since my best friend seemingly went missing yesterday, but it’s a good thing I came with them because it lead me straight to you.”
“Now what are you going to do, huh?” Mary’s grip tightened on the blazer, “Mock me like everyone else? Make me your own personal mittens and laugh with everyone while you tell me to do degrading things?”
“I’d never do that! You know I’ve never condoned that behavior, how could you think so lowly of me?” (Y/n) cursed herself as she felt a rebel tear escape and streak down her cheek. She moved her free hand to wipe it away, but Mary released her death grip on (Y/n)’s now thoroughly wrinkled blazer and beat her to it, wiping away the tear with the edge of her sleeve with a tenderness that (Y/n) almost never witnessed from the girl.
Mary’s touch lingered for a few moments, her golden eyes searched (Y/n)’s own, still glossy with unshed tears that threatened to join their fallen comrade.
“Fuck, stop that,” Mary admonished quietly, turning her gaze away.
“Stop what?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, feeling exasperated and unbelievably exhausted.
“Stop looking like you’re going to cry, damnit!” Mary exhaled sharply and pushed her bangs back, “I’m the one with the 50 million yen debt for fuck’s sake!”
“Yes, but you’re my closest friend Mary! You mean more to me then you’ll probably ever know and I’m so scared for you!” (Y/n) couldn’t hold the floodgates any longer, finally she allowed the the tears of stress fall in earnest. She released her hold on Mary’s bicep and rubbed her face roughly with her sleeve while trying to force the tears to stop.
“Quit that,” Mary ordered awkwardly, pulling (Y/n)’s arm away from her face, “You’ll just further irritate your skin.”
“So what, I’m just supposed to look like a hot mess?” (Y/n) sniffed.
“Just come here you idiot,” Mary groaned, her tone lacking any of its usual bite as she pulled (Y/n) to the ground and held her with her back against the trunk of the nearest tree and (Y/n) somewhat nestled between Mary’s legs and sitting at a side angle.
Mary released an annoyed sigh and (Y/n) squeaked as Mary roughly pushed the other girl’s head into her chest and persisted with her hold, an awkward hug which (Y/n) eagerly reciprocated seeing as Mary rarely was the first to engage any physical contact. “If you get any snot on my uniform, I’ll kill you,” she mumbled, nevertheless tightening her hold.
They stayed like that even after (Y/n) had managed to calm down. They sat quietly together under the glowing leaves of the tree. The only other sounds being the rustle of the wind and the occasional bird song mixed with the mingled breaths of the two Hyakkaou students.
“What time is it?”
(Y/n) had almost dozed off when Mary finally spoke. She reached into her blazer’s pocket and fumbled with her phone, wincing at the late afternoon hour.
“School let out twenty minutes ago. Hope you didn’t have anything important due today,” (Y/n) sighed, showing Mary the time displayed on her lock screen.
“Please, that’s the least of my worries right now,” Mary rolled her eyes.
“Right...”
“Hey, don’t you start that again. It was bad enough the first time,” Mary scolded.
“Sorry,” (Y/n) sniffed and collected herself again, shifting away from Mary a bit so they were face to face. “How about I make it up to you with late lunch/ early dinner, my treat?”
“No way,” Mary tisked, “I can pay for myself.”
“I know for a fact you can’t, you broke ass bitch,” (Y/n) attempted humor, her lips forming the faintest of smiles.
“Way to kick a girl while she’s down,” Mary turned her head away in an attempt to hide the self deprecating smirk that had manifested over her lips.
“I’ll let you pick what we eat and we’ll call it even,” (Y/n) replied as she got up on wobbly legs. She immediately missed the warmth that had accumulated between her and Mary over the last several hours. She offered Mary her hand and her heart leapt when Mary accepted the help without a second thought.
“Fine, whatever I pick, it’s going to be delivery.” Mary said, patting the dirt off of her skirt. “We look like we’ve been lost in the wilderness for five days.” She added, approaching (Y/n) to remove a leaf that had settled in her hair.
Like before, Mary’s hand lingered, slowly dropping lower until it cupped (Y/n)’s cheek. Mary didn’t even seem to register that she had done that, given the far away look in her eye.
(Y/n) could feel her skin catch fire under the brush of Mary’s thumb and cleared her throat, causing Mary to jolt her hand away embarrassed and internally fuming at herself.
“S-so let’s head back to my room, yeah? We can get cleaned up and watch some movies, just forget everything and everyone else for tonight. We can continue worrying tomorrow.” (Y/n) proposed.
“Yeah, sounds good. I know I don’t want to go back to the Hana dorms right now if I can help it,” Mary shrugged, her attempt at appearing disinterested thwarted by her reddened cheeks.
On their way back to the Tsubaki class dorms, Mary grumbled something about not getting there fast enough and grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they walked. Mary picked up the speed a bit, but really made no difference that would cut down the time it would take to get back. (Y/n) didn’t comment on it though, instead opting to hum and gently swing their connected hands as they went.
When they got within view of the dorms, and all of the students milling about, Mary tugged her hand away and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, but continued to move alongside (Y/n) with a cute pout over her lips.
(Y/n) held her student ID against the panel near the door of the lobby and opened the door, ushering  Mary inside. They took the elevator to the second floor, which housed the second year students of the Tsubaki class, and from there they headed to the girl’s wing.
When (Y/n) unlocked the door to her room, Mary pushed past her and flopped onto (Y/n) bed with a groan.
“Hey, You’re going to get dirt all over my comforter!” (Y/n) scolded half heartedly.
“Don’t care, I’m tired.” Mary smirked and took out her phone to scroll over dinner options. When she settled on one she tossed the phone at (Y/n) who fumbled with it before gaining a secure grasp over it. “You know what I like. You order while I take a shower.” Mary demanded as she walked away.  “This stupidly rich school did one thing right when it fitted each room with its own bathroom.”
“Yeah, feel free to use whatever you need in there,” (Y/n) said distractedly as she scanned the menu. “Oh, and you can borrow some clothes to change into. The comfy stuff is in the two middle drawers.”
“Thanks.” Mary redirected her path to stop at the dresser and took a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of shorts before disappearing behind the bathroom door.
(Y/n) placed an order for the food. When she was sure everything was in order, she closed the app and her breath caught in her throat.
Mary’s home screen was a picture that they took last year that included Mary, herself, Tsuzura, and Yukimi-senpai in their maid outfits. She smiled fondly at the memory, a bittersweet feeling forming in her heart as she made a mental note to talk to Tsuzura again soon. Though she missed her friend dearly, she knew she was much happier at her new school. It certainly was a less stressful environment to say the least.
(Y/n) locked the phone and placed it on her desk before plopping down into the desk chair and reaching for the tv remote to open her streaming service of choice.
“Showers’ free.” Mary sighed when she emerged from the bathroom, a wave of steam in her wake.
“Wow, just how hot was the water you were using?” (Y/n) asked with a chuckle.
“I’m sure there is still plenty of hot water left if that’s what you’re implying,” Mary said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, go get cleaned up, you’re a mess.”
“Ouch, okay,” (Y/n)’s hand flew to her chest in mock hurt briefly, “Expect a text in the next ten minutes or so for when the food gets here.”
“Got it,” Mary waved her hand dismissively and (Y/n) walked into the bathroom with an armful of fresh clothes.
By the time she was finished, Mary had the food set up in front of the tv and was lying along the full length of the couch scrolling through movie titles.
“Find anything you want to watch?”
“Meh, this one seems alright,” Mary scrolled back up and highlighted one.
“The Gamble Hole?” (Y/n) quirked a brow.
“What, you got a problem with it?” Mary grumped.
“No!” (Y/n) objected, holding her hands up defensively, “A fine choice, I just thought with- never mind. Just move your legs so I don’t break them when I sit on the couch.”
Mary scoffed and raised her legs, allowing (Y/n) just enough time to sit on the cushion before flopping her feet into (Y/n)’s lap. Mary then handed (Y/n) her food and started the movie.
They sat in comfortable silence, only broken occasionally by Mary dunking on the movie. Somewhere in the middle of the film, Mary got up to toss away their garbage and when she came back she had traded her feet’s previous positioning on (Y/n)’s lap with her head’s previous position on the arm of the couch.
Mary’s eyes dared (Y/n) to comment on the change in position, but (Y/n) let Mary have her peace and simply carded her fingers through Mary’s loose hair while turning her attention back to the movie.
One movie became two, two became three, and somewhere in the middle of that they had curled up on the couch and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.
Mary was the first to wake early the next morning. She had heard the faint tone of her phone’s alarm from (Y/n)’s bedroom where she had left it to charge and she groaned quietly to herself before untangling from (Y/n) to go turn it off.
“Hey, (Y/n), it’s time to get up.” Mary spoke gruffly, coming back into the main room to shake the other girl awake.
“Noooo,” (Y/n) groaned, curling into herself.
“C’mon, get ready or I’m leaving without you.” Mary warned. (Y/n) appeared to have dozed off again and Mary crossed her arms tightly over her chest and scoffed. “Fine, don’t get up. I’ll just go to school by myself and try another official match. I wonder if Yumemite is back from her tour yet.”
(Y/n) shot up from the couch and grabbed the hem of the crewneck Mary had borrowed. “Please don’t do that for the love of god!”
“Then get up and get ready to go, dumb ass. I still have to go back to my dorm for a clean uniform so I’ll meet you outside of the Hana building, got it?”
“You promise?” (Y/n) asked shyly, thinking back to the last two days when Mary hadn’t waited for her, avoided her.
Mary rolled her eyes and ruffled (Y/n)’s hair, “I promise, dummy.” Mary gathered her belongings and made her way to the door, “If you take too long I can’t say I’ll be able to keep that promise though.”
“I’ll be there!” (Y/n) called out just before Mary closed the door behind her. (Y/n) stood up from the couch and quickly began her morning routine and got dressed in a clean uniform. She grabbed her school bag and made sure she had her phone and ID before heading out.
(Y/n) hummed happily, swaying on her heels as she waited for Mary to come outside.
“You look very happy this morning, (Y/n)! It’s very sweet!”
(Y/n) was knocked out of her own little world when Yumeko seemingly appeared out of nowhere and linked arms with her.
“Ah Yumeko! You scared me.” (Y/n) exhaled, a hand over her heart.
“I apologize, (Y/n). Did you have a good night with Saotome?” Yumeko asked.
“How do you know about that?”
“I saw her walking back earlier. When I asked her if she was with you, she told me to keep my mouth shut and mind my own damn business. She’s so expressive!” Yumeko giggled.
“Uh huh,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly. “So, um, how did your gamble with Nishinotouin-senpai go?”
“Oh, I lost unfortunately!”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” (Y/n) felt a bit of guilt grip her heart. “I hope it wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“I’m 310 million yen in the hole!” Yumeko replied seemingly unbothered. In fact, she looked... happy?
“Three... three...” (Y/n) couldn’t even get the number out of her mouth, instead she kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish, occasionally mumbling a three while Yumeko smiled at her.
“Why the hell are you still standing out here?” Mary asked, irritation evident as she tugged (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s grasp.
“I was waiting for (Y/n) and Ryota! You as well Saotome, I’d love for us to be friends!” Yumeko answered.
“I’d rather die.” Mary sneered and made to tug (Y/n) towards the school but the girl was still dumbstruck and mumbling to herself. Mary snapped her fingers and waved in her face before turning back to Yumeko. “What the hell did you do to her?” She glared.
“Hmm? I don’t think I did anything.” Yumeko held a finger to her chin as she thought back.
“Whatever, just stay away from us! Got it?” Mary pushed passed Yumeko, pulling (Y/n) along and causing her to stumble behind her.
“See you later!” Yumeko waved.
***
Mary dragged (Y/n) into her classroom so she could get her stuff ready for class before going to get breakfast in the cafeteria. Her desk was still covered in marker but it hadn’t gotten worse since yesterday at least.
“I can help you clean it if you want.” (Y/n) asked, apparently she had finally sobered after the shock Yumeko had given her.
“Don’t bother, it would just encourage them to do it again and would make the effort a waste.” Mary shook her head and opened her desk, surprised to see an unfamiliar, thin journal sat neatly in the middle of her books and papers. “What the hell is this?” She muttered, turning it in her hands. The words ‘life plan’ shimmered in the light along with Mary’s name stenciled neatly below.
“Isn’t that the student council seal?” (Y/n) wondered, pointing to the golden insignia on the back.
Mary opened the thin journal and scanned the pages, becoming more agitated as she read. What’s this about an arranged marriage? Children? What kind of sick joke-
Mary slammed her fist on her desk, making (Y/n) jump. “This is bullshit! They can’t do this!”
“Mary-“ (Y/n) reached a hand out as the blonde strode away from her desk, the life plan held tightly in her hand. (Y/n)’s hand just missed Mary’s sleeve and Mary turned once she stood at the classroom door.
“I need to pay the student council a visit. I’ll see you after class.” Mary spoke before turning back and began walking briskly down the hallway.
“Be careful!” (Y/n) called back to her, rushing to the door to watch Mary stalk away.
With Mary gone, (Y/n) had no other choice but to move on to the cafeteria herself. She grabbed something she could eat quickly before heading to her classroom.
(Y/n) groaned inwardly once she reached the door, Kiwatari was already there raising hell as always.
“Kiwatari, isn’t it a little early to be an asshole?” (Y/n) asked, placing her bag on her desk hook.
“What’s it to you, (L/n)? ‘m just playing with my pets.”
“Class is about to start and as class rep, I must ask that you refrain from harassing people getting ready for class. House pets included.” (Y/n) spoke resolutely, using what she called her, ‘Igarashi, Sayaka voice’ and gave a sympathetic once over to Tsubomi who stood with her head held low.
“Tsk, uptight bitch” Kiwatari muttered, giving Tsubomi one last shove as he made his way to his seat.
(Y/n) frowned deeply but did not intervene again. She would rather not be stuck on that pig’s radar by getting overly involved in his business. So, she held her tongue and waited for the teacher to enter in the next few minutes. However, just before roll call, the intercom system crackled to life and the voice of the student council secretary greeted the student body.
Igarashi had made an announcement explaining that an opportunity had arose for those who had debts to pay and those interested were to come to the assembly room for more information.
(Y/n) had no debts to participate in such an event, but she left with the small group in her class because she was almost certain Mary would attend the meeting, and right she was.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Mary muttered quietly when (Y/n) came up to her.
“Well, I figured you’d be here when I heard the announcement. How did your talk with the student council go?”
“Shitty. Now be quiet so I can focus on what she’s saying.” Mary gestured towards the front of the room where Igarashi had just stepped up to the podium.
“Welcome students,” Igarashi smiled politely, “Our president has brought to fruition an opportunity that could very well change your lives as you know them. A gamble that could free you from your chains of servitude, or send you plummeting further into despair. Should you choose to compete, the game of choice will be ten rounds of Indian Poker. You will be divided into groups of four. Each person’s chip’s worth will depend on their accumulated debt. You may place whatever amount of debt you wish to wager with on your provided card. We look forward to your participation in the Great Debt Swapping Game.”
“Ooo, this should be a lot of fun!”
Mary and (Y/n) jumped as a head popped between them and an arm wrapped around each of their shoulders.
“Get the hell off me!” Mary growled, pushing Yumeko off. “What are you even doing here anyway?”
“Oh, did (Y/n) not tell you? I’m over 300 million yen in debt!” Yumeko cheered.
“As if I care, you know-“ Mary paused and did a double take at Yumeko, “Did you just say— Fuck you!” Mary turned back towards to front absolutely seething.
“Awww why is Saotome mad at me, (Y/n)?” Yumeko pouted and hung off the other girl while (Y/n) struggled to escape her grasp.
“My best guess would be she’s pissed that you beat her and put her in debt and then not even three days later you lost, and lost badly at that. Mary is probably taking that as a severe insult to not only her gambling skill, but also her pride.” (Y/n) said thoughtfully.
“I could do without the analysis, (Y/n)!”
“I found that quite helpful and I feel closer to Saotome for it, thank you (Y/n)!” Yumeko smiled sweetly at (Y/n) before directing her attention back to Mary. “Don’t feel bad Saotome, had an outside party not gotten involved in my gamble, Nishinotouin-senpai would have found herself in my position I’m sure!”
“Do you not know what personal space is?” Mary griped, stepping away from Yumeko once again.
“The groups have been randomly set,” Igarashi’s voice rolled over the assembly hall once more and she began listing off the groups, “...Next we have Saotome Mary, Jabami Yumeko, Kiwatari Jun, and Tsubomi Nanami. The following group consists of...”
“Did you hear that Saotome? We’re in the same group! How lucky!” Yumeko invaded Mary’s space once more, smiling even more brilliantly.
“Of course we are. Why am I not surprised.” Mary moved to the other side of (Y/n) to put some distance between herself and Yumeko. By doing so she noticed the thoughtful, far away look (Y/n) currently held. “Hey, what’s up?” her voice was a little gruff but held an undertone of affection.
“The other people in your group are in my class. I can understand why Tsubomi would be here, as she’s a house pet, but Kiwatari has no outstanding reason to compete that I’m aware of.” (Y/n) shifted her weight and looked at the two Hana class students, her expression serious. “I may not know his plan, but I can almost guarantee you that he will be using Tsubomi as an accomplice of sorts to achieve his goal.”
“Oh my, are you sure about this (Y/n)?” Yumeko tilted her head.
“Kiwatari has been making Tsubomi’s life hell for a long time now. Her will has been severely damaged if not completely destroyed by him. She’ll probably do what he says because she finds it easier then fighting back. Which is why I think...” (Y/n) drifted off, her eyes moving to look exclusively at Mary who immediately let out a strangled, agitated noise.
“Alright, I see where this is going and I don’t like it but...” Mary sighed “You aren’t going to let me continue on unless I do this, aren’t you?”
“That would be correct.” (Y/n) nodded.
Yumeko kept looking between the two, her expression one of mild confusion.
“Jabami,” Mary finally spat.
“Yes?”
“Will you work with me for this gamble.” Mary gritted out.
“Oh Saotome! I’d be honored to be your partner!” Yumeko clapped, “Was this your plan (Y/n)? Thank you for making this gamble so much more interesting!”
“Uh, you’re welcome?” Students began filling out the assembly hall to fill out their debt cards and (Y/n) looked over the two girls nervously. “They aren’t going to let outside parties watch these matches and I should really get back to class. You two should hurry so you can get your cards and come up with a strategy.”
“What do you look so worried for?” Mary scoffed, messing up (Y/n)’s hair, “You already gave me an edge over the competition, if you think I’m still going to lose after that you’re really pissing me off.”
“Don’t worry (Y/n), I’ll take good care of Mary-san!” Yumeko butted in.
“Shut up, Jabami.”
“I hate that you’re taking this risk, but I believe you can win. So I’ll try not to stress over it too much. You’ll come find me when it’s over, right?” (Y/n) asked.
“Where else would I go, dummy?” Mary rolled her eyes and turned away, Yumeko hot on her heels. “I’ll see you later.” She added, her words sounding much less harsh. Yumeko waved excitedly then turned to catch up with Mary’s strides.
***
(Y/n) was surprised when at her break, Ryota had come to her class looking for her with another student.
“You (L/n), (Y/n)?” The other student asked.
“Yes, and what may I ask is this about?”
“I’ve got a check for Suzui here. However it was also requested that you be present as a witness to the transaction. Since you’re here,” he pulled an envelope from his blazer and handed it to Ryota, “I can give Suzui the check. Have a good day.” The student nodded before exiting the classroom.
“What’s this about, Suzui?” (Y/n) asked.
“I wish I knew.” Ryota scratched his head. “I’m just as confused as you are.”
“Well, I guess you should open it.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Ryota tore open the seal and pulled the check out. It took a moment but once the amount registered in their minds, Ryota and (Y/n) both screamed.
“How the hell did you get all that money, Suzui!? Did you kill someone? Several someones!?” (Y/n) asked nonplussed.
“I- I didn’t do anything! ...I think!? This must be a joke, right? Is this a prank, (Y/n)? Did Saotome-san put you up to this?”
“No, of course not!”
“This can’t be real. I should really just throw it out.” Ryota sighed tiredly.
“Wait,” (Y/n) stopped him from crinkling up the paper, “Don’t do anything just yet. Keep it until the end of the day at least. Meet me back here and then we can decide what to do with it if no new info comes up. Just keep it safe until then.”
“Alright, I can do that.” Ryota appeared to be sweating. “Nothing stressful about carrying an obscene amount of mysterious money that may or may not be real.”
“If it really bothers you that much I can hold onto it until then.” (Y/n) offered.
“Please!” Ryota quickly shoved the paper into (Y/n)’s hand without a second thought.
“Alright, I’ll see you here after school, okay?” (Y/n) asked as she tucked the paper into the front of her blazer.
“Right!” Ryota answered, his shoulders slumped as the tension holding the check had brought left.
***
The rest of (Y/n)’s classes slugged by, the weight of the check against her chest becoming heavier with each hour dragging by and thoughts of Mary plagued her mind. Was she doing okay?
Finally the last class had wrapped up for the day and (Y/n) rubbed her palms roughly over her eyes. She felt exhausted.
A few minutes later, Ryota arrived and sat in the desk next to hers looking just as tired.
“So, what now?” He asked.
(Y/n) released a joyless hum as she removed the check from her blazer and looked over it again. “I don’t know. I did some research about counterfeit checks and it appears to be legitimate. I’m just worried about what this money could mean. You don’t just have this kind of cash fall into your lap for free.”
“Aha! They’re in here Mary-san!” Yumeko suddenly appeared in the doorway, a little out of breath.
“Yumeko!” Ryota greeted her happily.
“Yumeko! How did the gamble go? Where’s Mary?” (Y/n) asked.
“I’m right here, dummy.” Mary appeared in the doorway looking a little out of breath herself, “If you two didn’t make us need to run around the school, we could have met up sooner.”
Mary stalked over to Ryota and (Y/n) and she practically dropped to the floor in relief. “Thank god you have it!” Mary took the check from (Y/n)’s hand and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek without even having it register in her mind as she looked over the check before pressing it to her chest like a precious artefact. “I told Yumeko to just have it sent to you, but she insisted Suzui hold onto it for god only knows why.”
(Y/n) just stared at Mary absolutely dumbfounded, her hand that once held the check now pressed to her warm and tingling cheek.
“What? What’s with the face?” Mary asked with a quirk of her brow.
“I I I- You, um,” (Y/n) stuttered, unable to find her words.
“Oh, you saw the money did you?” Mary smirked, “Impressive, isn’t it?”
“You mean the money is yours?” Ryota asked, “That makes more sense now I guess, but how’d you get all that?”
“The Debt Swapping Game, of course!” Mary scoffed, “Honestly Jabami, did you tell him anything about what we were doing?”
“I saw no need to. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Yumeko smiled brightly.
“Wait wait, you won?” (Y/n) stared up at Mary with cautious awe. “That check is what you won in the gamble?”
Mary stared back, smug and looking oh so happy with herself. “Yeah, it’s the last time you’ll see me wearing one of these eye sores.” Mary tugged the house pet tag off of her neck and tossed it into the garbage.
“You won! You won!” (Y/n) cheered and shot up out of her desk. She wrapped her arms around Mary and bounced her around while laughing joyously.
“Hey! Calm down!” Mary blushed, and pushed (Y/n) by the shoulders to try to stop her jostling movements.
“This is fun!” Yumeko joined in from behind Mary, wrapping her arms around her neck and bouncing in time with (Y/n) who was still vigorously celebrating.
“Alright that’s enough, get off!” Mary elbowed Yumeko in the stomach and pushed (Y/n) half an arm’s length away. “A little space would be-“
(Y/n) cupped half of Mary’s face with her hand and landed a quick kiss on Mary’s cheek before pulling away completely. She continued to dance around the classroom, feeling heat run through her face and a rush of giddiness. Her smiling lips still tingling from the brief contact. Yumeko skipped with (Y/n) around the classroom, still happy to revel in the celebration that was dangerously close to becoming excessive.
“Hu... Hey!” Mary finally regained her bearings, her shoulders stiff and face red, watching (Y/n) and Yumeko make their way across the front of the room.
Mary’s voice forced (Y/n) to a sudden halt, causing Yumeko to bump into her, but she too stopped to look curiously at Mary.
“What the hell was that?” Mary glared at (Y/n), her arms crossed tightly over her blazer.
(Y/n) didn’t even try to act dumb, it would have been unwise based on how intently Mary was staring at her. “I, um, I was just returning the favor.”
“What favor?” Mary stared incredulously.
“Mary-san, don’t say you forgot already! That would just be cruel.” Yumeko pouted and pulled (Y/n) into her arms and pat her head affectionately. “If I were to kiss (Y/n), I certainly wouldn’t forget.” Her words causing (Y/n) to duck out of her reach to try to cover her bashfulness.
“I think I’m gonna go home?” Ryota looked over the three girls, his face plainly showed how weird he found the whole scene to be. “Uh, yeah, see you guys tomorrow.” He waved awkwardly before darting out the door.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mary continued, not even acknowledging Ryota’s exit.
“Mary, you kissed me when you took the check from me...” (Y/n) shyly pointed to her cheek, her eyes focusing in the opposite corner of the room from Mary. Yumeko hummed and nodded affirmingly.
“I did not I-“ Mary’s skin gained a few darker shades of red and she stood statue still and just as stiff, her eyes lit up as if recalling a distant memory. (Y/n) and Yumeko watched from the front of the classroom, waiting to see what would become of the blonde who seemed to be trapped in her own mind.
“I wonder if we broke her.” Yumeko mused, a finger tapping lightly over her lips.
After a few more moments, Mary’s head shot up, her eyes immediately connecting with (Y/n)’s startled ones. “Get over here.” Mary commanded, her voice tight and low.
(Y/n) gulped and quickly made her way to stand in front of her friend, not wanting to risk an impatient reprimand for stalling. “Y...Yes, Mary?” she asked, meekly.
“Closer.”
(Y/n) took another tentative step forward. Mary sighed and pulled (Y/n) in by the blazer until their noses grazed, eliciting a surprised squeak from the other girl. Mary tilted her head and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek again, lingering a bit longer than she had with the first one.
“Can I have one, Mary-san?” Yumeko called from her spot against the front wall.
“No! Why are you even still here, read the room and go home already!” Mary blushed, nevertheless keeping her hold on (Y/n)’s blazer.
“Oh my, are you planning to be more intimate right now? I suppose it is a little early in our relationship for me to bare witness to such displays. I’ll see you two tomorrow!” Yumeko hummed happily as she exited the classroom, pulling the door close behind her.
“Why did you have to word it like that, you fucking weirdo!” Mary yelled after Yumeko, but she was already gone.
Mary turned back to (Y/n) and released another sigh. “Do that thing again.”
(Y/n) stared at Mary inquisitively for a moment before realization dawned over her. She smiled and gently pressed another kiss over Mary’s cheek.
Mary took a moment to clear her throat after (Y/n) pulled away before speaking, “Thanks. Thanks for that and uh, not leaving me behind as a house pet.” She mumbled.
“Anytime.” (Y/n)’s features grew soft. “Thanks for letting me back in.”
“So listen,” Mary began, her tone made room for no nonsense, “First thing tomorrow I’m paying back the student council and then I’ve got to give Jabami some fair compensation for teaming up in the debt game, but after classes do you want to go somewhere, just us? Like we were supposed to do before Jabami ruined everything.”
“Isn’t it usually just us when we go do stuff?” (Y/n) chuckled and smiled innocently at Mary’s warning look.
“Hey, with Jabami and the dog- ugh, Suzui, always popping up these days, they’d probably invite themselves along. I’m just trying to cover all my bases.”
“So, it’s a date then?” (Y/n) asked, trying to keep her emotions under the surface as to not get her hopes too high, to not show her disappointment should Mary deny it.
“Are you really going to make me say it?”
(Y/n) nodded.
“Yeah, it’s a date. Officially I guess.” Mary shrugged.
(Y/n) hugged Mary so hard, she nearly suffocated her, but Mary didn’t complain. Instead, she hugged back just as hard and hid her smile in (Y/n)’s hair.
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ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -3-
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Series: (✎) On going
Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst
Warnings: lots and lots of angst, Jungkook hurting y/n, a lot of hurtful feelings, disappointment, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, mention of pregnancy, a little bit of smut, swearing.
Author’s note: I have cried a lot while writing this chapter 😭 hope you guys aren’t as sensitive as I am 💔
Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”
Word Count: 1651
Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you inow what I mean)
Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??
Taglist: @jiminiepabo95 @giadalin
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Part 3
Title: Divorce
Jungkook's P.O.V
They say getting drunk is the best thing to do when you feel the world is no longer a good place for you. It helps you forget everything, especially the things that hurts you so bad. However, it is not the case with me. I have been siting here in the kitchen for hours drinking. But Its not helping at all. It is making it even worser.
Her face, her voice, her scent.... Every small trace of her features are stuck in mind even after drinking seven bottles of this useless drink.
"Maybe because I am used to it. I need even larger quantities of these alcoholic drinks to get drunk. I should of listened to her when she told me to stop drinking a lot." I said smiling at the memory of her caring about me. She used to hate my drinking habit.
How can things change this fast. How can everything vanish in a blink of an eye. How can she be pregnant with another man's child. How can she be this way. How can I be this way.
Jk: "She was sooo good for me. I don't deserve good things. I don't deserve her. I gave her for money. I-i ...... Sold her for money." I didn't know i was crying until I saw tears falling of my cheeks. "Why am I even crying. Wasn't me the one who wanted money instead of her." I said quickly wiping my tears away.
"It is all because of you. I hate you. I have never thought you will have a big affect on my life. Why won't you leave me alone even after vanishing out of this world"
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Flash back
???: "Where is the money?! How dare you come back with few dollars only. Didn't I tell you to not comeback home until you bring 50 bucks a day?!" He yelled as he harshly grabbed the young kid from his shoulders.
Jk: "I'm sorry. I am really sorry. No one wanted to buy anything from the water bottles and the gums I am selling. Only few people bought them."  Jungkook answered. His voice trembling. His hands and legs won't stop shaking. His words were coming out as whimpers due to the harsh grip on his meager shoulders.
???: " I don't care!! 50 bucks means 50 bucks. or I swear I won't let you sleep in this house anymore" the man threatened as he pushed him harshly towards the wall. the young Jungkook's body ended up being slammed on the wall so hard that the old wooden door of the cheap dresser opened making a creaking sound.
???: "Now go!! and make sure to don't come back here until you bring money. you need to learn how to live independently I am not staying with you forever. Your mom was like that as well but thanks god she is gone now. But still she left a stupid kid like you for me to deal with." The man said walking his way to the door. he grabbed the handle of it but stopped in mid way due to hearing the younger speaking.
Jk: " It's cold outside I need something to cover myself with. Can I borrow your jacket please or can I maybe go outside tomorrow morning it almost 11:00 pm dad. It's night." he begged as he hugged himself. he was freezing from the cold. him being inside doesn't help at all. The room that he was in wasn't considered a real room. It was a huge shop, which used to be an auto repair shop. There wasn't even something to sit on. How could a father do this to his child. How can't he take care and look after one kid.
It is true that Jungkook said it's cold outside and that's why he doesn't want to go there but in reality he is scared. He is not scared from real things like murdering, killing, being kidnapped. He is still scared of ghosts and monsters. Which is a proof that shows he is still a child and he still thinks about unreal things that every child fears of.
Jk's father: "What did you say softy?? is it that cold to you my baby," he smirked as he moved his way towards his child. Jungkook knew what will happen to him but he didn't move. He hoped that after he is done with him he will leave him there. He won't let him go outside anymore. But little did he know, there is no escape. The old man grabbed the jungkook from his neck, strangling him as he lift his body of the ground. He tighten his grip on his neck. Jungkook's eyes were wide open. He tried to take a breaths but he couldn't. "You are a nobody. I just want you to be gone from my life, I can kill you right now and right here. But unfortunately I still need you. I need money. The only reason why you are still alive is because I need money and you are the only way I could have money without even working." he harshly yelled as he finally loosened his grip on the kid's neck letting his body slam hard to the ground.
Jk's father:  "Do you still want to stay here??!! No??!! Good boy."  he blurted out as he grabbed Jungkook from his wrist and harshly threw him outside. Closing the door afterwards without even giving a final glance towards his 9 years old son.
End of flashback
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"why......why.....why" Jungkook kept repeating the same word on and on. A simple "why" that asks millions of questions. "Why did you do this to me? Why didn't you love me? Why did you treat me as if I am nothing to you? Why did your actions affect me?" Jungkook kept going on and on with his questions. The veins in his arms popped out as his muscles tensed. He started yelling every word that came out of his mouth.
Jk: "Why am I doing what you have done? Why am I like you?! Why! Why!" He yelled as his grip tightening instinctively around the wine glass causing it to broke into peaces. Blood came rushing down his hands and dripped on the floor. His grip didn't loosen one bit, it instead got tighter and tighter.
A loud knock on the door took him out of his states. He didn't budge, only his gaze moved towards the front door. He shifted a little bit on his seat as he laid his head on the kitchen counter closing his eyes afterwards.
He took a deep breath waiting for the person to stop knocking on the door. A growl escaped his mouth when he heard the voice of the person who've been knocking on the door for more than two minutes. But he quickly stood up and walked towards the front door opening it wide. His gaze quickly roamed around not letting it stop on the man standing in front of him. He thought she came back. But she was no where to be seen.
Jk: "Where is she?!" He asked finally looking at the old man in front of him.
Mr.Kim: "We need to talk." The old man nonchalantly said ignoring JungKook's question.
Jungkook moved away letting the old man enter. Both of them walked inside the living room. Mr. Kim took a seat on one of the couches as he unlocked his phone.
"It's 10:33 pm Y/N will be waiting for me so lets talk fast." The old man said making Jungkook ball his hands into fists. His gaze moved towards Mr. Kim's phone making his whole body tense up at the view in front of him. Jungkook closed his eyes tight. *He dares to have her photo as his lock screen* he said to himself opening his eyes again.
Jk: "Where is she?!" Jungkook once again asked as he stood in front of the couch Mr.Kim sat on.
Mr. Kim: "You think she will come back after what you did to her?! She said she doesn't want to see you face. Who even gave you the permission to touch her you bastard." He said glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook's chest felt heavy hearing that she doesn't want to see him.
Jk: "It's none if your business. She is my wife. I can touch her whenever I want too" Jungkook's eyes sharp on him challenging him to say the opposite.
Mr. Kim: "But not for too long" he replayed a malignant smirk on his face.
Jungkook: "What do you mean?!" He asked confused.
Mr.Kim: "I am sure she told you that she is pregnant with MY child" he said, a smirk still on his face. Jungkook's heart sunk at the mention of his wife caring someone else's child. "You have one week to divorce her. I want to marry her sooner than later. I want her and our child to have my name. Kim y/n not Jeon y/n" he continued standing up.
Mr. Kim: "Tell me whenever you set a day for the divorce. And one more thing tomorrow is your first day at work because today is obviously the last day of your vacation that was supposed to be for your honeymoon. So be ready for a big surprise tomorrow. I can't wait to see your reaction." He laughed walking pass Jungkook and out if the house.
Jungkook was standing still. The idea of her not wanting to see him and wanting to get a divorce made him go insane. His breaths were unsteady. He suddenly fall on his knees and crawled towards the couch. As soon as his back touched the couch he brought his knees towards his chest hugging them with his arms. He buried his face between his knees as he kept repeating, "I won't divorce her, I want divorce her..............."
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67impalaandwhisky · 3 years
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Destiny Is Heaven Sent
Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.
Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)
This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists
Rating: 18+
Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader
Warnings For This Chapter: Sexual Dreams, Mentions of Pregnancy Kink, 
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Chapter 4.
"I'll take the couch." You grumble as all of you step into the motel room.
Dean takes off his shirt, his eyelids drooping with sleepy intentions as he throws himself onto his bed.
"Come lay down beside me." He mutters as he lays his head down on the pillow. He pats the spot beside him as he pulls back the covers.
Sam makes it a point to scurry off into the bathroom and you sigh gently.
Laying in bed with Dean last night was kind of amazing. You didn't have a single nightmare, which is rare these days after Marsh's death. And, you didn't wake up a single time during the night. Even when you drink heavily, you still find yourself waking up every so often during the late hours of the evening.
"Fine. Just don't touch me." You reply as you take off your combat boots.
"No promises, Candy girl." He mumbles as he closes his eyes.
Laying down beside you, he cages you against his chest throwing his arm over you as well as his leg. He lets out a tired chuckle but the comfort you feel is too great to tell him to get off. 
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In your lifetime with your two best friends by your side, you have gone on countless Djinn hunts together. 
Comes with the territory of monster hunting.
Both you and Dean have been poisoned by a Djinn once or twice and even with the antidote around, those dreams can stick with you until you die.
Waking up from that dream-like state when you were twenty was disorienting and frightening. You didn't know what was real, what was fake. You cried for days on end when your life was dramatically different then what was pictured. 
Now, when you do see those dreams again you adore them. You welcome them in your sleeping trance. Because in that dream, everything is perfect and so real enough that you don't look at the oddities.
Dean's Djinn dream was just as real, just as frightening at first and just as welcome in his sleep quite like yours.
"Marshall Maverick Winchester. Get that gun away from your brother at the dinner table please." You chide your oldest adopted son.
Turning his head toward you, Dean finds himself smiling. Placing a gentle kiss at your temple, he waltzes around you grabbing the dinner you've both prepared in the presence of your two sons. 
"I wanna play!" Dean hears the youngest whine and he glances over at you as you flinch at the sharpness of his voice.
"Johnny Boy. Come on. Mommy doesn't feel good, stop yelling." Dean says as he places his hand on your growing stomach.
"But...But…" John whines as he holds his small hands up.
"No buts." Your husband cuts him off as he puts the burgers down on the table.
With a smile, you turn to your children with pie in hand. You were not as astonished as you should have been that they take after your husband with their favorite dessert choice. 
"Is it lemon blueberry mommy?" John asks as he pulls his plate closer to his four year old body.
"Yes it is." You whisper playfully earning a warm smile from Dean. 
As Dean begins to serve the food, Sam and Cas walk in with black sludge all over them.
"Oh good. Dinner." Sam cheers as he steps closer to the table.
"Nuh-uh. You better go wash up before you sit down at this table." You admonish your best friend as he frowns.
"But I don't eat." Cas counters as he takes off his mucky trenchcoat. 
"Go shower before my pregnant wife smites you." Dean's voice booms through the dining room.
John and Marsh laugh with each other as Cas hangs his head before retreating to his room.
With a groan, you finally sit down at the table. 
"Let me guess, your feet are swollen." Dean guesses as he sits down beside you at the head of the table. 
"Bingo." You mumble as he puts a burger on your plate.
"I'll rub your feet later when we get ready for bed." He whispers in your ear, pulling back he sends you a devastating wink.
The smile you return is equally as heart shaking to him. His breath stutters and his heart rate picks up as he smiles back at you.
"Ma. He's going for pie." Marsh tells you as John leans across the table.
You fold your arms, eyebrow quipped upward as he gives a nervous giggle. 
"Tattletale." He mumbles to his older brother before pulling at the pendant around his neck. 
As John has been getting older, the necklace he's had on since birth has been getting tighter and tighter by the month.
His small hands go to take it off and his father is stopping him within a second.
"Don't you dare take this off, son. We've talked about this." Dean admonishes as John looks down at his plate.
"But it's tight and I feel stuffy." He mumbles as he picks up a french fry.
Marsh takes his larger necklace off before swapping and wrapping John's around his wrist twice before clasping it in place.
"We need to keep these on until we're old enough to get tattoos like mom, dad and Uncle Sammy." Marsh tells his younger brother as he grabs the ketchup.
It was heartwarming to watch, knowing that Marsh was just like Dean with John as he is with Sammy. He would always protect his younger brother no matter what. 
It almost brings a tear to his father's eye as he picks up his bottle of beer.
"Why do you wear it?" Marsh inquires to his brother as he puts ketchup on his burger.
"So demons can't get me." John whispers. 
The youngest only whispers about monsters in the night, as if speaking loudly will summon them to him.
"That's right. But when we're home, you don't have to be scared. Nothing is going to get you." Dean says before sipping his beer.
John nods before looking down at the pendant in his hand as he munches on his french fry.
"Leila in school says she has a crush on me." John says happily, forgetting the whole necklace debacle within seconds.
Dean's eyebrows flick upwards as he leans his elbows on the table.
"Oh yeah? Isn't it a little early to be dating in preschool?" Your husband jeers at your youngest as you giggle.
Your hand lands on your stomach, rubbing comforting circles which catches his attention immediately.
He looks over, a sweet smirk spreading on his face as he rubs your seven months and growing stomach.
"I'm four, dad. Practically grown up." You hum to him before grabbing your iced tea.
"You look just like your father so it's hard not to get all the girls, huh?" You tease as he smiles down to his burger.
John did look like the spitting image of your husband. From freckles to wildy enchanting green eyes, he was so alike.
"Will you tell us how you met again?" Marsh asks as he takes out his phone.
"No phones at dinner." Sam says as he enters the room.
Marsh looks up before rolling his eyes and putting his phone back in the front pocket of his jeans.
"What monster did you kill today?" John asks excitedly as Sam sits down.
Shaking his long hair out of his face, he looks over at both of his parents who refuse to meet his eyes.
"No monster talk at dinner." Sam says and your almost unrecognizable nod lets him know he's right.
John and Marsh frown as Cas comes in to join you all.
"It was a ghoul." Sam whispers as he leans over his plate towards the kids.
You look at Dean, a laugh shared between you both as you both roll your eyes.
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Laying down in bed, you let out a gentle sigh as the bed comforts and molds to your body.
"Well now. Look what I have here all to myself. My two favorite girls." Dean says as he closes the bedroom door behind him.
You give a gentle laugh pushing yourself up the pillows as he stalks over.
"Not like you to forget Baby." You say, tilting your head as he pulls his t-shirt off.
"Just don't tell her. She'll get jealous." He teases as he takes off his pants.
Your eyes roam over his body before smiling wider. 
When it comes to your husband, exhaustion was not a word that seemed to fit into your vocabulary. He was like a freshly brewed pot of coffee, deep, rich and awakening. 
"My lips are sealed." You reply as he kneels on the bed. 
With a chuckle, he parts your legs. Running his warm, calloused hands over your bare skin, his lips graze over your bare belly. 
You can feel the stubble on his face, the short hairs tickling you as he gives languid kisses to the distended skin.
"De." You whisper in the dim lighting of the room.
He gives a gentle groan at your voice, hearing how you're becoming aroused and sluggish with lust.
"That's it, sweetheart. Focus on how I'm making you feel. How you want daddy's big cock to split you right open." His breath fans over your stomach as he talks to you, producing goosebumps on your now feverish skin.
"I want you so badly." You whine as he pulls down your bra. Your breasts heaving up at the action.
"God, you're so fucking sexy. So fucking mine." He growls out as he kisses over your chest.
"Pretty tits filling up with milk for my baby. Mine." His lips encircle your hard nipple, tongue flicking over the pointed bud earning a sweet moan from you.
His hand reaches for your clothed pussy, dying to feel how wet you already a-
"Dean." 
"Hey! Dean!" Shooting up in bed, he looks to the owner of the voice as his eyes widen.
"Hey man…" Sam whispers as he stands above his older brother.
"Dammit Sammy. Couldn't you have given me five more minutes? I was experiencing something great." He mumbles as he grabs the cup of coffee from the younger man's hand.
"Busty girl dreams again? You were moaning." Sam says with a laugh as he walks over to the small table.
Dean clicks his teeth as he looks over the room. He notices how the sun is already rising high in the sky before looking down at you. Your hair is splayed over your face as you take deep shallow breaths.
Was there anything more perfect than his dream? Anything more wonderful than that? You, his wife, his life partner. Pregnant and barefoot in his bunker with other little ones running around. Marsh would still be alive.
Running a rough hand over his face, he sips his coffee before sighing.
As you turn onto your back, he takes in your form. 
With your tank top rolled up to your breasts, he sucks in a deep breath before tugging down the shirt. God, you were too skinny now that he's looking at you. Why couldn't you just be pregnant like in his dream? Why did destiny have to fuck him like this?
"God fucking dammit." He mumbles as he wakes up.
"You okay?" Sam asks curiously. 
"Peachy." Dean grunts out as he walks to the bathroom.
The slam of the door makes his younger brother jump and you stir from your sleep at the noise. The thin walls shake and tremor with the force of Dean's action and you sit up with squinted eyes.
"Morning." You whisper as you begin to stretch.
"Mornin'." Sam says as his eyes flicker to the bathroom.
"He okay?" You ask as you pull the covers closer to your body.
Sam gives the typical shrug as he sips his coffee before running his hands through his hair.
"Is Dean ever really okay?" He quips as you lay back down.
Now that is a question for the ages.
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The morning had gone off without an ounce of weirdness which was odd to you considering how upset Dean was earlier.
He's so good at shoving things down inside of him until he explodes. It's scary sometimes.
"Come on out, Candy girl." Dean calls through the velvet curtain as you try to pull at any piece of fabric that's on your body. 
You feel absolutely helpless. The tube dress you're wearing is so infinitely small, you're afraid one cough from yourself will send the fabric into a revealing position.
"It barely covers my ass!" You whine as you fix your hair in the mirror.
"You have a nice ass." Dean comments calmly.
There it is again. The short and somehow completely honest answer from your best friend. He doesn't flirt with you like he does with others because maybe he doesn't have to. He's so himself with you.
Tugging the dress up, the bottom reveals your black thong and you groan gently before pulling it back down.
"No laughing!" You cry out before taking a deep breath. 
Just the thought of your older best friend seeing you like this sends your mind reeling. 
Pushing back the velvet curtain, Sam looks up from his phone before snorting and covering his mouth with his hand.
"Yes. Ha. Ha. Very funny." You grumble as you put your hands protectively over your body as if that would help.
Glancing at Dean, he doesn't show an ounce of hilarity in the situation. He swallows thickly as his eyes trail over your body.
"You look like a sausage in a casing." Sam says before throwing his head back and laughing.
You snort before turning around to the mirror again.
The black fabric hugs your body tightly, showing your flat stomach and your ample breasts.
It's uncomfortable to be in but your thighs press together as you watch Dean through the mirror.
Licking his lips slowly, his eyes stare at your ass. Your stomach coils and flips as his evergreen eyes begin to harden over.
"Dean. What do you think?" Sam asks through his laughs.
Dean doesn't dignify him with an answer. Your eyes trail over his body, taking in the flannel beneath his jacket before looking to his pants.
His pants are strained and tented and you avert your eyes quickly in the mirror as you think about yesterday morning.
Is it hot in here?
"Dean?" Sam asks as he calms his laughter.
Pressing your thighs tighter together, the muscles of your ass become taut and flex. The oldest brother does everything in his power to rip his eyes away before turning to Sam.
"You look fine. Buy it and let's go." He mumbles as he sits down.
It's when you bend over to grab your stuff that he lolls his head back.
Do you know how fucking sexy you are? Do you have any idea just how goddamn attractive you can be?
Upon bending over he sees your thong and the outline of your pussy lips. His hand flies over Sam's eyes as you gather your stuff.
"Dude." His younger brother mumbles.
"Close the curtain, you idiot." Dean chides you and you gasp gently realizing what you've done.
Fiercely pulling the curtain closed, you can feel your ears and neck heating up to a healthy shade of red.
"I'm going to wait in the car." Dean calls out before storming off.
Sam tilts his head before rolling his eyes.
"Just fuck already." He mumbles under his breath before pulling his phone back out.
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Dean stands beneath the shower head, letting the hot water soothe his taut muscles. His forehead presses to the chilly aqua tiles of the motel bathroom
God, you're probably out there in the room putting on that small dress right now. 
It's astounding how hard he actually has to try to keep his hands off of you. Would you even want him to touch you?
Yesterday morning, he saw you checking him out. Peeking an eye open, he saw how breathless you were as your eyes roamed his body.
It's been drilled in his head ever since he was younger-- his father always wanted you both to be together. It's always been Dean's 'destiny' to have you as his own. And, that's exactly why he can't do it.
He's always listened to John. Always done as told and for once, he didn't want to abide. 
Dean always thought that if he denied himself the pleasure of your company, he could stop a lot of heartache and pain on his end. But, now the heartache is starting to come from having you so far away from him.
He loved you from the minute he saw you. From the minute you met each other in that dingy motel on Christmas Eve. 
He loved you when you were dating Michael Bracken during a random highschool stint in Wisconsin. 
He always loved you. And, he always denied you.
Smacking his forehead into the wall, he sighs gently. 
Maybe destiny is something you just can't run from. God knows that every path him and Sam have ever taken somehow and in some way lead back to the same spot they were standing years ago.
"De?" Your voice breaks him out of his deep thoughts.
"Yeah." He calls back as he shuts off the shower.
"We have to get going soon." You tell him as he grabs his towel.
"Yeah. I'm coming, Princess." The pet name tumbles out of his mouth and he closes his eyes as he wraps the towel around his waist.
You rip the door open and peek your head in before narrowing your eyes at him.
"You know I hate that." You mumble to him as the steam wafts through the open door.
You've hated it since high school. He used to call you Princess when he warded off boys in the cramped hallways. You always found it embarrassing. 
Dean gives you a smile as he steps out of the shower, "Come on. You used to love the way I protected you." 
Rolling your eyes, you stand up straighter as you lean against the door jamb, "No. You used to love the way you protected me. I didn't need protecting." 
He chuckles as he wipes off the bathroom mirror. 
"I'll always protect you, whether you need it or not." He says and you hum in agreement before leaving him alone.
"Always." He mumbles before looking through the mirror as you walk away.
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tuiccim · 4 years
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Brassy (Part 6)
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Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 1061
Warnings: Mostly fluff, some innuendo 
Summary: You and Bucky grow closer. 
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4  / Part 5
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You wake up to a soft knock at your door. Groggy and with eyes that feel like sandpaper, you sit up and call “Come in.”
Bucky comes in with a plate of food. “You slept through lunch. Thought you’d be hungry.”
“What times is it?” You say turning to look at your clock. 
“Almost two.” He walks over and sits on a corner of the bed holding out the plate to you. 
“Thanks.” You take the plate and put it in your lap. You stare down at it feeling completely awkward. "So, now that's twice in two weeks you've held me while I had a breakdown."
"What can I say? I have a way with women." Bucky smiles at you and touches your cheek. 
You smile back for a second but then become serious. "I don't know what I'm doing, Bucky. I think I missed the boat on how to do this. I don't…"
"We'll figure it out." He says.
"I'm scared." You whisper.
"I'm here." Bucky says. "Whatever you need." He pauses for a minute deep in thought and then looks at you. "I just realized, I told you how I felt about you and I'm pushing you to give me a chance but…"
Your heart drops. "But?"
"Do you even like me? I've been such a jerk to you." 
You calmly set the plate on your nightstand, take Bucky's face in your hands, and press your lips to his. He responds immediately and you share a sweet, soft kiss.
"Yeah, I like you a little bit." You say and he chuckles. 
"Can I take you to dinner tonight? Nothing fancy. Just something casual. Fun."
"Will you take me for a ride on your motorcycle?"
"Yes." Bucky says with a grin.
"Then it's a date." You grin back at him.
Bucky leaves your room and heads to Steve's. When Steve opens the door he says, "Hey. Ready to train?"
"Uh, I need to talk." Bucky says.
Steve backs up and Bucky closes the door behind him. "What's up, Buck?"
"(Y/N)."
"You two finally have an actual conversation?"
"Yeah. I'm surprised we didn't wake everyone last night yelling."
"What is the deal with you and her?"
Bucky explains your exchange leaving out the details of your past and when he's done he says, "She really thought no one could love her. That her only worth is being enhanced."
"Really? She's so confident all the time."
"She puts up a front."
"Yeah. So, you like her?"
"I asked her to give me a chance. She, uh, she said yes to a date tonight."
"That's great, Buck, but are you sure about this? She...she was HYDRA."
"So was I. She told me. I won't hold her past against her if she doesn't hold mine against me."
"Okay."
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything, Bucky."
"Can you tell her how you feel about her?"
"Whoa, Buck. I don't feel that way about her." Steve smirks.
"No, punk. I just mean tell her she's your friend and you care about her. I think she needs to hear it." Bucky punches him in the arm.
"How did she agree to a date with a jerk like you?"  
"Let's go train. I feel the need to punch you." Bucky heads to the door with Steve following. 
A little later you head to the range. You are full of nervous energy and just want to shoot something. Natasha is there already.
“Hey.” She says.
“Hey.” You say back, loading your weapons. 
Natasha looks over at you, “You okay?”
“I...Nat, is the team your family?”
Natasha raises an eyebrow at the sudden question. “Where’s this coming from?”
“Bucky said that the team is my family now.”
“Bucky? Bucky said that to you?”
“Yeah, we kinda...I don’t know. Had it out last night. I asked him why he hated me and threw a water bottle at him. He, uh, he told me he liked me and he was jealous of me and Loki and we’re, uh, well,, we’re going on a date tonight.”
“That’s...a lot to digest.” Nat says.
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s good. I wondered if that was why he was so pissed off around you. And, yes. You guys are my family. I’d do anything to make sure everyone was safe and happy.”
You look away and nod. You start fidgeting with your guns again when Nat says, “A date with Bucky.” You look at her to see her smirk.
You can’t help yourself. You smile. “Yeah.”
“Look at the smile! You like him, huh?” Nat sasses. 
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Nat! I’ve never dated. It was always just sex and...what the hell am I doing?”
“You’re changing.” Nat smiles at you. “It’s a good thing. I’ve been wondering when you would let yourself go. You hold a lot of yourself in.”
“Don’t we all?” You scoff. 
“Yeah, but for you it’s like you can’t accept when someone shows you they care. You always avoid it or run away from it. You’re a part of this family, too, and we all care about you.” Nat gives you a quick hug and leaves you alone to think. 
You pick up your gun, take aim, and start shooting. The familiarity feels good, but whatever this feeling is welling up inside of you, feels even better. 
At seven o'clock sharp Bucky knocked on your door. You nervously smooth your hair and move to the door. Taking a deep breath, you open it to a smiling Bucky.
"Hi, Doll. Ready to go?"
“Yeah.” Your stomach was nothing but butterflies You are so nervous about this whole thing. 
“You look great.” Bucky says. 
“Thanks.” You smile and bite your lip. Then you give a little laugh, “I don’t know the last time I was this nervous.”
“I make you nervous?” Bucky says with a little smirk. 
“This whole situation makes me nervous.” You laugh as you get on the elevator and head to the garage. 
“It’s a situation?” Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you. 
“You know what? I know exactly what will make this easier for me. Would you mind helping me out?”
“Anything I can do, Doll.”
“Great.” You grab Bucky’s lapels and pull him down for a kiss. You meld your mouth to his and open to invite him in. He takes no preamble and immediately deepens the kiss backing you into the wall. The elevator arrives at the garage and you finally part. 
“Mmm. Thanks. That helped a lot.” You smile up at him. 
“That’s, um, yeah. Anytime.” Bucky reaches out to catch the elevator door before it closes again. You slip out under his arm and walk over to his bike. 
“You promised to take me for a ride, right?” You were taunting him just a bit. 
“Yeah, Doll.” He looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knows exactly what you are doing. He holds out a helmet to you and you get on the bike behind him. You press your body to his and secure your arms around his waist. 
He drives out into the city, weaving in and out of traffic expertly. You recognize where he’s going almost immediately. He stops in front of a diner in Brooklyn.
“I like your choice, Barnes.” You say. 
“Barnes? I thought I had graduated to Bucky.”
“Maybe I should come up with my own nickname for you.” You grin at him impishly. 
“As long as it’s not asshat.” He says.
“But it fit you so perfectly!” You laugh. 
“Not anymore, Doll.” He puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him. 
You take a booth in the diner and order your meals. You spend the entire time talking and laughing. He really is easy to talk to and funny. After dinner, he takes you to a bookstore across the street. “You’re always reading something. I thought you’d like this place.”
“Observant.” You quirk a smile. 
“Have to be blind not to see that.” He scoffs and you laugh. 
You browse for a while occasionally pointing out books or tchotchkes to each other. Afterwards, you head back to Bucky’s motorcycle and he asks, “Are you ready to head back?”
“We can if you want to.”
“I could keep you out all night.” He looks at you with a grin. 
“What would Steve think if we broke curfew?” You sass. 
“Let’s go for a ride.” Bucky hands you the helmet and you hit the road. Occasionally, Bucky would rev the engine and take some unnecessary risks showing off a little bit and you got a thrill out of it. Eventually he turned the motorcycle into a park and guided it on to what looked like an old bridle path. The ride was bumpy and you made sure to grip him tightly as he made his way. Bucky pulled to a stop in a clearing and cut the engine. 
“So, do you often take your dates out to the middle of the woods in the dark?” You laugh. 
“We’re in the park. Hardly the middle of the woods. And, no, I don’t.” Bucky chuckles. He pulls a blanket out of one of the saddlebags, grabs your hand, and pulls you into the clearing. He looks up and you follow his lead. 
“Oh, wow. Full moon.” You say. Bucky spreads the blanket and holds a hand out to you. You both lay down looking up at the sky. 
“Was this a big date back in the 40s?” You joke. 
“If I was lucky.” Bucky grins.
“It’s a good date.” You laugh softly. “Nat and I were at the range earlier. I asked her if she considers the team her family and she said yes. She, um, she said I avoid letting people care for me and that I’m family. The team is. And that they all care for me.”
“Nat’s a smart one.” Bucky says as he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers.
“Did you ask her to say that?” You were a little suspicious. 
“No.” Bucky sighs, “But, truthfully, I asked Steve to tell you. To just let you know he cares about you. Not as a manipulation, but because I think you need to hear it from people. You need to hear it from the people that do care. That love you. It’s not an easy thing for most people to say.”
You were introspective for a minute and then the words just tumbled out. "I loved my mom. She hated me but she was my mom, ya know? I tried so hard to make her love me and she never could. That's when I gave up. I mean, if your mom can't love you, who will?"
"Do you know where she is?"
"Buried somewhere. I don't know. I don't want to know." You were both quiet for a few minutes.
"(Y/N)?" Bucky turns to you and whispers.
"Yeah?" You look over at him.
"You're beautiful." The way Bucky said it, you knew he didn't just mean physically. The way he looked at you almost made you want to cry.
"So are you, Bucky." You whispered back. He was chipping away at the hard shell around your heart. And you didn't want him to stop.
It was late when you finally made it to the tower and Bucky walked you to your bedroom door. He gives you a slow, sweet kiss. 
"I'll see you tomorrow, Doll." 
"Good night." Your smile stays with you until you fall asleep.
Part 7
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White Flag
Ch1 Ghosts | Ch2 Florence | Ch3 A Matter of Seconds | Ch4 I need a Backdoor | Ch5 Die Hard | Ch6 White Flag | Ch7 Haunt the Living | Ch8 One, but not done [end]
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“Remember when Five said if you’re ever left behind in a mission, he’s not coming back for you.”
“hm, Seven said he was going to change that.”
“Because you trust Seven now? Four lifted an eyebrow, you shrugged.
A whizzed cut the humid air, the choke loose down, allowing you a sharp intake of air followed by multiple coughs.
Seven had snipe the big guy right in the head. Your brain took a second to recover from the lack of oxygen, Four hanging above the void flashing back into your eyes, you crawled to the edge. "Four," your voice was harsh, he hunched his body upward, grunting while you reached for him. Grabbing your hand and the net he hoisted himself up to safety.
You laid down holding onto each other "I've got you" your voice wavered, Four nestled his head on your chest, arms around your middle. He was breathing hard through his nose, the blood slowly coming down is head.
“Will you now get down, eaglets!” One’s annoyed voice filled your ear.
“Five, you sighed, I think I broke a rib.”
“Make it 3.” Four groaned trying to stand up.
The adrenaline rushing out you had trouble standing, Four and you stumbled in the freight elevator holding onto one another. His hand never leaving yours.
Soon crashing into the back seat of the Mini R55, a sense of warmth filled you seeing the team around you. Catching Seven’s eyes in the rear view mirror you nodded a thank you at him. He had break the rule. It’s not like you could blame One, he had warned you, if you were to get caught during a mission, he’d left you behind, for the sake of the mission. You breathed in deeply trying not to freak out at what just happened. Five was already looking at your ribs, pressing into your sides to feel anything abnormal.
 One had called a “meeting” as soon as the sun would be up, so you had a few hours to tend to your injuries. Watching yourself in the big mirror bathroom, only in underwear, new bruises started to appeared on your ribs. Lifting your arm, a bruise was spreading from your waist to under your sports bra, another on your right hip. A faint red in a hand shape around your neck-this one was heavy- your fingers grazed the sensitive skin, you hissed.
Catching a glimpse of Four in the mirror reflection, you removed your hand almost shameful, he looked behind him before coming in and locking the door behind him.
“Give me hand would you” he took the gauze from your hand.
He stood before you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed at the sight of your bruised body, he sunk to his knees slowly brushing your sides with hesitant hands. Warm breath fluttered on your injured skin, his forehead on your tummy he sighed, your fingers running through his dust blond hair.
He then talked for the first time since he entered the bathroom “I really thought I’d lose you up there.”
“Well same here” you chuckled bitterly, he wrapped the gauze around your middle.
“I mean, I can’t afford to lose you Y/N!” He never used your name lightly since you’d told him.
“What we’re doing, this … job in itself, we can die, for real, anytime, we’ve learned that, painfully.”
“That’s why I’m asking you to be careful, if I’m in trouble, that’s it you run and...”
“Would you? You cut him he looked at you shameful, "would you let me behind?”
“No.” he admitted
“I thought I had been clear. I’m not losing anyone else.”  
You kissed his temple before leaving to surround yourself with ice bags and rest.
“You good?” it was the first time One had spoke to you since, yet not entirely showing real concern, casually leaning on the kitchen island, munching on some crackers.
“I’ll live,” You walked past him grabbing a few ice packs from the freezer, you weren’t mad at him per se, but slightly deceived. Ever since Six passed, a weird bond created itself between One and you, you weren’t sure what kind or why though.
“What’s between you and the boy?” he was serious, not like when he’d ask Two and Three, he was dead serious this time.
“Like Two said, transfer.” Hand in his bowl you took a handful of crackers, ice packs hanging in your t-shirt.
Finally at ease in your bed, body clad with ice bags you slept off the pain, you didn’t feel Four kiss your forehead before going back to his room.
 In the morning you meet up at the market. Seven and One started violently arguing. Seven revealed his name, Blaine, and ask Four his and yours. He insisted that he had just save both of your life, which was true.
Four hesitated looking at One “It’s Billy.” You look at him with fondness, you knew his name since a while now. He did look like a Billy. 
And everyone felt like revealing their name, Camille, Amelia, Javier….Well,
“Don’t look at me I’m not saying my name,” you leaned on the truck.
“Thank you, EIGHT! “ One emphasized on your number.
You liked this squad but saying your name was a no-go, for now at least, it implied saying your brother’s name too, because you knew they’d ask.
Seven tilted his head to you, clearly upset. Four smirked, he obviously knew your name.
One took a low blow with that argument but the mission resumed. Flying to Turgistan was the next move. The plan was to hijacked the TV radar to broadcast Murat’s speech instead of his evil brother’s. 
Later on, you ended up in the back of a truck with Five. Just for assisting really. Seven and One were infiltrating the main power generator of Turgistan.
“Really FBI this set up” you nodded looking around you
“One’s idea, you know how he is.” She waved her hand at the monitors.
Within minutes One was completely ruining it. The guy they were trying to convince was not biting it. Five tried to help…
“Noor’s dead, say is dead!” Five rummage her papers
“paper, so archaic.” You mumbled to yourself, she threw you a paper cup, still rummaging the notes about the others generators’ head of power plants.
“Wrong guy is alive. Fuck!”
You started to laugh, Five panicked on the comm “Just recover, recover.”
Hearing One over the comm you completely lost it, “He was found with a belt tight around his neck in a unfortunate masturbating accident.” Five froze “One, shut the fuck up!”
Tears of laughter were rolling on your cheeks until Five slapped your thigh “Help me with him!” You unmute your mic, still laughing “One fucking hell, abort!” Four’s slang was creeping on you.
Five and you were totally dumbfounded at his ramble, worst is, it worked somehow. 
Hours later you were ready to launch phase 1.
“Let’s go change the world.” One activated the inverter’s TV radar, Murat panicked in the inter comm saying he couldn’t go live. Then his face appeared on every TV of Turgistan. One broadcast it from his phone.
Murat gave his speech perfectly, concluded “It’s time for a revolution. Rise up and let’s take our country back!” 
White Flag by Bishop Briggs started playing in the broadcast.
“Wh..who picked this?” One inquired almost offended.
Five and Seven both looked at you and Four.
“You're welcome,” Four lifted his finger  – One clearly unamused looked at you.
“It’s a good song,” You agreed with Four
“This... No.” One sighed loudly
“It’s perfect!” Four argued
“That’s subjective!” One put an end at the discussion, sulking.
Four raised his fist your way- fist bumping- you were pretty proud of your choice.
 “FOUR!!” you stood up clumsily from the bed with your tablet in hand, headphones on, only wearing a bra and sweats short. “This one is perfect!” you yelled through the building, focusing on White Flag’s lyrics, a grin on, you didn’t see Four rushing to you until his naked torso collided into your side.
“One’s coming, like right now!”
Running through the sandy corridor you slid in the bedroom, throwing everything on the bed. There were too many belongings of yours in the room “shit. Kitchen!” Grabbing back your tablet you saw yourself in the screen, “shirt!”
You’ve never walk -semi-run- so fast in your life. “Hey Uno!” Trying not to sound so out of breath as you had just sat on the dismantle kitchen bar as he arrived.
“Is your trailer too small?” he immediately asked
“… I need more space,” you pointed at your Nasa shirt
“That’s an awful joke.”
“Learning from the best … “ you taunt staring intently at him.
“So,” he changed the subject when Four arrived this latter glanced at you. “We’re good? video, inverter?”
“Yeah, yeah hum Eight was telling me about it, just need a tiny detail and I think we’re good.” You nodded, trying hard not to drool at his state, shirtless and shorts hanging low, you averted your eyes quickly. Yeah you were working on the last details before he walked in the bedroom looking like a Greek god and you got handsy.
“Great, now you, missy, can go back to your trailer,” One pointed at the door then to Four “and you can put a shirt on.”
You rolled your eyes, taking your best teenager voice ‘Yes, MOM!”
He flicked you off without looking back on his way out.
“Shit!” Four heaved himself on the edge of the window, you waited a minute, before jumping down the bar, tiptoed to Four who had his face in his hand. Yours eagerly padding his toned stomach. Some words whispered in his ear made him look at you.
“Luv ....” his Brits’ accent coming out rougher at the sweet name, he saw your eyes changed as soon as he said it.
“Fuck!” he lunged to you, caging your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, you giggled inevitably, hands on his low waist you step back to the bedroom, falling on the bed you squealed as he grabbed your thighs to anchor them around his hips.
One fired the bombs placed by Two and Three at the bottom of Rovach’s tower, destroying his statues and freaking him out, just what you wanted.
Back in the car on the way to the boat, you watched the streets’ CCTVs. You were blown away by the people following Murat’s words without doubts, News around the world were relaying the coup underway. Phase 1 was a success. 
Settling on the boat everyone started to suit up.
“So I get a gun!” you beamed as One handed you an USP-45
“I’m not sure it’s safe after all.” He tried to retrieve it from your grip
“Three carries a gun, I think we throw safety away at that moment.”
One thought about it for a second. He handed you a second gun.
You kept a comm’ open for Two and Three just in case.
“Two, you’re good?” you called in her comm’
“The party is going crazy,”
“Great, we’re on our way. Over.”
// 
“Three, what’s your ETA?” you waited a few seconds “Three?”
“you evil fuck!” he angrily yelled 
“That’s..., not an ETA..” 
Then you heard a loud crash, him scream and another crashing sound.
“Tell me you’re not dead, you idiot!” you let his comm’ open, updating One on Three status. 
One wasn’t worried “He’s a strong motherfucker, he’ll make it.” 
He was right, soon hearing gunshots and Three trash talk you caught yourself smiling relieved, this crazy dude is immortal!
Four got out the cabin as you passed by it “Ooo I love the wetsuit!” you eyed him up and down.
The corner of his mouth quirked up “Hands off lady,” he looked around for Five or One, “It’s to cover your cute ass out there,”
“And I’ll cover yours,” you swat his wetsuit-clad butt, he swiftly caught your hand and shove you into the cabin before the others could see anything. “What..,” his lips eagerly pressed on yours. Kissing you like it was the last time he’d be able to do so. Seeing his confidence fading in his eyes you hug him tight “It’s gonna work out,” as he tightened his embrace you saw One over his shoulder, at the door, watching you. Since when was he there you didn’t know, and right now you couldn’t care less. He disappeared as you kissed Four’s cheek.
“Is there metal in there?” One nodded at your neck, he didn’t assess anything about earlier.
You shrugged “I don’t know” strapping a knife at your calf.
“Leave it here”
“I’m not leaving it here!” you sounded offended
“Leave the cross here Eight!” One argued back
Groaning you removed the cross, kissing it, storing it in the inside pocket of your duffle bag.
“When will you stop defying everything I say,”
“You see any cross,” you dramatically pull your collar
“You know what I’m talking about,” he left to drop the submarines.
Seventh chapter - Haunt the living
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there’s no better love
“He’s such a Santiago,” Jake had remarked, watching Leo sit in the baby carrier strapped to his wife’s chest as her pen flitted across a piece of paper.
Amy looked down at her son; his eyelids began to droop. “Sleeping while doing paperwork? I think he’s all yours.”
(or, jake and amy and glimpses into parenthood)
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i.
His world grows seven pounds heavier.
Yet, he has never felt lighter. 
He looks down at the bundle of his arms and is met with blinking brown eyes, wide, so wide and like Amy's. Jake thinks he might drown, fall into the swirl of emotion that laps at his heart and floods his veins; he almost wouldn’t mind. It’s consuming, how he loves his son in a way that he did not know he could, uncurling in his chest with pleasant warmth.
Five tiny fingers curl around his thumb, and it’s as if they have already come to an agreement: I will never let you go. He brings his lips to his son’s dewy forehead, feels the brush of soft hair brush against his nose, and takes a steady breath. Outside of the room, the world hustles and bustles, the crash of life lived and life began. But in here, they are untouchable, held within their own universe, an orbit that has realigned within the past few hours; two planets become three.
Next to him, his wife gently sleeps. Her hair sprawls across white pillows, and she looks to be smiling, a content curve to her lips. He thinks, she has never looked more beautiful.
“You have the best mom in the world,” Jake whispers, half-wondering aloud. “And I’ll try to be the best dad, but your mom, bud? She’s already perfect.”
He watches Leo sleepily look up, eyelids threatening to slide shut, but the newborn tries to look at Jake. Jake knows the feeling: he’s not sure if he will ever be able to stop staring at his son, learn and remember the pinkness to his cheeks and golden hue to his eyes and the sweet, roundness of his face. He thinks he would never sleep again if it meant looking at his son, figuring out which feature belongs to Jake and which belongs to Amy. Perhaps, Leo’s hair will curl; perhaps, he’ll have his mother’s smile.
“We’ve wanted you for so long,” Jake continues to whisper. “And we couldn’t be happier that you’re here.”
Leo starts to doze off, lulled by his father’s gentle timbre. Jake continues to hold him just as tightly, amazed that he already feels so secure to his son, like a second home. “I can’t wait to teach you about Die Hard and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Only when you’re older though, because your mom will get mad at me if I show them to you when you’re still so little. And I like keeping her happy.”
He says, “And someday, we will go to the precinct. That’s where all your aunts and uncles are. They’re so excited to meet you. You’re already so loved, Leo.”
He hears Amy begin to softly stir. Jake turns to look at her, a quiet smile on his face and a content newborn in his arms, already so natural and at ease. Like it’s meant to be, like it was always supposed to be this way.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs.
He says, “Just talking to my son.” 
ii.
The first day that Amy’s maternity leave ends, Jake gets the day off.
And Amy doesn’t mind it—no, in fact she welcomes it, still not truly ready to leave their little one at home with a sitter, even if it is her parents or Karen. She selfishly wants to keep Leo to herself, marvel at how quickly he seems to grow within just days and weeks. They’ve developed a tight-knit schedule, Leo and her, of when he wants to nap or feed or listen to Amy pour over casework that Jake sneaks home to her.
“He’s such a Santiago,” Jake had remarked, watching Leo sit in the baby carrier strapped to his wife’s chest as her pen flitted across a piece of paper.
Amy looked down at her son; his eyelids began to droop. “Sleeping while doing paperwork? I think he’s all yours.”
That morning, she feels tempted to leave Jake a laminated copy of her schedule, but Jake seems to read her mind: “We’re fine, babe. I’ll feed him at nine, put him down for a nap at one, read him a book at three—“
“Make sure you warm the bottle to—“
“98.6 degrees, I know.” His hand covers hers, giving it a light squeeze. “I’ll call you if I need anything. Which I won’t. Because I’m an amazing detective slash genius slash dad.”
Amy smiles at that, reveling in the confidence that Jake now carries when it comes to being a parent. At one point he was concerned, thought the Peralta genes destined him to fatherhood failure. Now, he glows, relishes the moments he gets with his son, and continues to be better and better.
He brushes a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have a good day at work, honey. The squad missed having you around.”
And she does enjoy the day, falling back into the rhythm of being a sergeant and overseeing her beat cops. Perhaps, Charles fawns over her a bit too much, and Terry can’t stop asking about baby pictures, and even Rosa quietly asks how her godson is doing, but it feels good to put on the uniform again. It’s strange, she considers over lunch, how a mere few years ago, her life aligned solely with her work. Now, her two greatest loves reside in a Brooklyn apartment just a few blocks away.
She can’t help but glance over at the clock every few minutes, yearning for it to be six p.m. so she can gather her stuff and head home. 3:15, then 4:45, then 5:50. She jumps up at 5:55, quickly heading upstairs to grab her coffee mug she left to dry earlier (Jake kindly woke up before her just so he could make her a first day back to work breakfast).
Amy bumps into Holt, his expression unreadable. He says, “Heading out early, Santiago?”
She glances at her phone. 5:56 p.m. It’s so uncharacteristic of her, but she rambles, “It’s Jake’s first time being left alone with Leo, and I want to make sure everything is fine, and of course, they are. Jake is a perfectly competent father, and I trust him implicitly—we have a very modern marriage, Captain, and it’s not like I view Jake as a babysitter, he’s Leo’s dad and—“
Holt smiles. “You miss them.”
Amy slowly nods. “Yes… yes, I do.”
He gives her a look that’s almost fatherly, warm and proud. “Go home, Sergeant. I will see you tomorrow.”
She barely gets out a goodbye before spinning on her heels and heading for the elevator.
And when she gets home, unlocking their front door and kicking off her heels, Amy comes face to face with what she soon decides is her favorite sight: Jake dozed off on the couch with Leo tightly gathered in his father’s arms, tucking his small face into the dip of Jake’s chest. It amazes her how they seem to… fit. How being a father has always been a natural extension of Jake himself.
He likes to be goofy, laugh and make jokes. Place bets and tease his friends and always go for the last punchline.
But then, there’s also this, something serious and protective.
Amy feels it herself: his hand on the small of her back, calling her my wife with his sharp tongue, standing just close enough. She knows it’s futile to say she doesn’t need it; he does it anyway, a sixth sense per se. And when it comes to Leo, he holds on tighter, whispering soft reassurances and speaking of his son. My son, my son, my son.
She loves him for it. With every breath, she loves him.
It’s temping to take a picture of this serene moment, but she tries to remember it instead: Jake in his grey plaid shirt, Leo in his onesie with bear ears that Amy indulgently bought. It is easiness and deep affection, and Amy can’t help but press a kiss to Jake’s forehead. He smiles before he opens his eyes.
“Hey, babe,” he says. “Have a good day?”
“Mhmm.” Her thumb sweeps over Leo’s back. “But it’s even better now.”
“I did it,” he softly grins, nodding towards their son. “I was a good dad.”
“You always are,” she assures.
His eyes are warm, like sunlight on oak, when he looks at her, comforting and the feeling of coming home. “I love you,” he says simply.
“I know,” she smiles back.
To know and to love—how different can they really be?
iii.
They wake up to crying.
Jake mumbles, “It’s your turn.”
Amy elbows him in the side. “No, it’s your turn.”
“I got him last time.”
“I think I remember who got him last time—and it wasn’t me.”
“He’s going to want you to rock him.”
“He’s going to want you to sing to him.”
Jake’s eyes reluctantly open. He flops over to his other side and looks at Amy. “If you get up with me, I’ll massage your feet tomorrow evening.”
“Deal.”
They unceremoniously throw off their covers and pad over to the nursery. In the dark of the night, their alarm clocks softly glow with green numbers: 3:34 a.m. Jake lets out a groan; it doesn’t get any easier.
But when they walk into Leo’s room and look at him lying in his crib with his mused hair and ruddy cheeks, life has never felt clearer. Everything they do now, it goes back to him, their son. It still sometimes hits Jake all over again that they have a son: perfect and whole and the product of their undying love.
“Hey, baby,” Amy says softly, lifting Leo into her arms, “what’s going on?”
Leo’s eyes glaze with tears.
“Don’t you want to sleep, little man?” Jake holds Amy from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and cupping the back of Leo’s head. “Or do you want daddy to sing a song?”
Amy side-eyes him. “You better not start rapping or that will rile him up.”
“Pssh, what. Rap? Rap? I wasn’t thinking of singing the 90′s classic Baby Got Back at all.”
“Of course not.” She fondly laughs. “You dad’s pretty silly, isn’t he?”
Leo lets out another whimper. Amy says, “It’s why I love him. He makes me laugh.”
Now, Jake’s grinning, adoring warmth settling across his chest. “Your mom’s just being nice, because she definitely wasn’t laughing at my amazing prank yesterday.”
She whisper-yells, looking up at her husband. “You can’t write stuff like that on sticky notes! It’s not my fault it fell out of my binder and Charles found it.”
“But the look on Charles’ face was priceless!”
“He almost had a heart attack, Jake.”
“I think we made his day.”
“He shouldn’t know we do… that.”
“He’s told me way worse things.”
“That’s because he’s Charles!”
They suddenly notice an absence of whimpering and look back down at their son, who has since fallen asleep, softly breathing and his hands curling into tiny fists.
“Did we just bicker our child to sleep?” Amy asks.
Jake laughs into her shoulder. “I think so.”
“Just wait till our friends hear about this.”
“Gina will say, ‘I’ve been falling asleep to your bickering for the past nine years.’”
Amy smiles. “She will.” Then, gazing down at their sleeping son, “I know I should put him down, but I don’t want to.”
“I know.”
“We’re so lucky, Jake.”
“We are.”
“All those months of trying—“
He finishes her sentence: “They were worth it.” He knows her so well; he always has.
Amy lightly presses her lips to Leo’s forehead. “Goodnight, Leo. We love you more than you’ll ever know.”
She gently places him down in his crib. Jake brushes his fingers against Leo’s shock of dark curls, trying to remember every second of this seemingly mundane moment; but it’s never mundane, it’s everything. Amy looks down at Leo, as if she wants to remember it all too. Jake wraps his arms around her waist and leans his chest against her back, pressing his lips into her hair.
And in the early morning hours, they forget to be tired; instead, they watch, they love.
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punksarahreese · 3 years
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Blue | La Douleur Exquise
Nosdecember day 24 | @neworleansspecial
Hanahaki!AU; Sarah starts suffocating on her flowers at work
CW: Hanahaki disease, vomiting/coughing up blood, medical gore, child abuse mention
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“Doctor Bekker?” Sarah called from where she stood by the nurse’s station. Ava was in treatment one with a patient, though she looked up at the call of her name. She must have excused herself to the patient’s family because soon she was standing in front of Sarah and the resident had to force a polite smile.
“You paged?”
“Oh, yes,” Ava passed her a tablet with a chart pulled up, “A girl came in with an arrhythmia, presumably from an undiagnosed heart condition. She flinches every time I move and is anxiously looking at her father for his consent before speaking.”
“So you’re thinking abuse?”
“Looks that way, I figured a shrink would know best.”
Sarah nodded, ignoring the way her chest clenched a little when the surgeon leaned a bit closer to zoom in on something on her chart. She knew by then that she was suffering from Hanahaki disease, caused by Ava herself, but she hadn’t told anyone. She felt foolish, knowing she should make an appointment with a specialist and schedule a removal surgery. Still, she hadn’t let herself even humour the thought. Removing her flowers would mean tearing out every feeling she had for Ava. She knew this would kill her in the end but she couldn’t bring herself to kill it first, not yet.
“A history of broken bones and her x-ray today showed calcifications on her ribcage that suggest untreated rib fractures.”
“Poor kid,” Sarah mumbled as she looked over the x-ray Ava pointed out, “You want me to speak with her or the parents?”
“I’ll deal with them, take them to sign something. You talk to the girl, just be gentle; she’s scared”
“Of course,” Sarah couldn’t help the sigh of relief when Ava left to go escort the parents to a conference room, feeling the pressure in her chest ebb away. She had quickly learned that the closer she was to the subject of her affections, the more pain her flowers caused. She had done research on the petals she had begun coughing up weeks ago, unnerved by the blood speckling the pink and purple flowers she didn’t recognize. Barberton daisies, google claimed, were native to South Africa. That made sense, especially since Hanahaki was often characterized by flowers significant to the patient’s love interest. Daisies were beautiful, they used to be one of Sarah’s favourite flowers, but now that she had seen far too many covered in her own blood she had begun to hate them.
With Ava out of the room, Sarah had no problem sitting down with their patient. The girl was no older than seven, far too young to be exposed to any type of violence. She was scared, that was obvious, and it took a fair amount of coaxing before she would speak to Sarah. Slowly, the psychiatrist did get her to open up and she hid behind her hands as she told her the truth in a hushed whisper. Her dad got angry, she explained, and mom wasn’t much better. She was punished for many things, pointing out her most recent bruise; a big red welt across the back of her thighs.
“I didn’t finish my dinner…” she admitted softly, as though she was afraid Sarah too would punish her for that. The doctor immediately reassured her that she did nothing wrong, waving in a nurse to call child-family services as soon as possible.
Sarah should have paid more attention, because it was at that moment that the girl’s father returned to the treatment room. He must have heard her ask Monique to make the call, since it wasn’t before long that the room was full of yelling.
“You stay out of my family’s business, bitch!” he was yelling at Sarah, quickly having her backed against the wall. When Sarah cried out because she ran into the sharps container mounted on the wall, Ava had already walked into the room. Mo ran off to call security, all of them worried about what this man was capable of. The patient was in tears, shrieking at her dad to leave the nice doctor alone because it wasn’t her fault. Ava had the guy’s hand pinned behind his back the second he looked ready to hit Sarah, dragging him towards the door.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on her, Mr. Klein,” she spat, “Or you will be escorted off the premises.”
That had the man shouting more expletives at her, cursing out every female staff member in the general vicinity. Sarah had managed to get away from the wall, thanking Ava quietly as she walked back over to the girl. She was breathing heavily, hyperventilating out of fear, and she looked ready to pass out.
“Hey, Lena, you’re safe,” Sarah promised softly, leaning over to turn up the oxygen to ease her breathing. A quick glance at her monitors had her concerned though, her heart rate was skyrocketing and her oxygen stats only decreasing.
“Ava?” she called, not thinking about the way the surgeon preferred to be on a title basis with everyone but Connor. She was too worried, knowing this father had sent his daughter into a panic attack and maybe triggered something more severe.
Doctor Bekker was by her side in seconds, checking the stats herself and calling for an EKG. Her blood pressure was oddly high for a young child, the child having trouble speaking and grabbing at Sarah’s hand for reassurance.
“Lena?” Ava leaned over her with her penlight, “Can you follow this for me?”
Sarah watched as she tried to complete a quick neuro exam, soon realizing that the child’s right pupil was sluggish and not reactive. In seconds Mo was paging a neuro consult, while Ava and Sarah tried to keep the patient calm and awake.
“A stroke?” Sarah rasped, struggling to breathe herself because of how close her and the other woman had been standing while tending to Lena.
“Something like that,” Ava nodded, “Transient ischemic attack maybe? If she’s been abused for a while she could have had an aneurism or bleed that was missed.”
“She’s so little,” Sarah breathed, giving the child’s hand a gentle squeeze when she noticed her eyes falling shut, “Lena, stay with us, honey.”
Sarah wasn’t sure how exactly she made it through the next few minutes. Her chest hurt more than it ever had before, her breath catching every time Ava leaned closer to check their patient or the monitors. She knew this was bad, it shouldn’t get in the way of her work, but she couldn’t help it. By the time Sam walked into the room, asking her to move so he could check the patient’s cognitive function, her vision was getting fuzzy. Ava must have noticed because suddenly the other woman was taking her hand and dragging her into the hall, which had Sarah’s chest clenching horribly at the minor contact.
“Sarah,” she never used her first name and it made the resident want to cry, “Are you alright?”
She could only manage a small nod, eyes focused on the hand Ava still had in hers. The touch burned, making Sarah want to rip her hand away but not having the strength to even think about doing that.
“Your lips are blue,” Ava pointed out, “And your hands. I think we need to get you into a treatment room.”
“I’m f-fine,” she rasped, “I’ll be okay.”
“If you’re sick you shouldn’t be working; besides, you look like you’re about to pass out. Let me do a quick exam, please? Cyanosis with such a quick onset is a major cardio concern, Doctor Reese.”
That had Sarah yanking her hand from Ava’s grasp, ready to flee. There was no way she would let her do a cardiac workup on her, it would involve X-rays and scans so she would definitely notice her Hanahaki. Sarah didn’t want anyone knowing, but the thought of Ava in particular having any idea about it scared her more than surgery to remove the damn thing.
“I’m fine, Doctor Bekker,” she muttered, taking off down the hall before Ava could say another word. She rushed into the downstairs staff bathroom, sighing heavily when she realized it was thankfully empty. She felt déjà vu hit her hard as she stared at her reflection, the same place she always was during episodes at work, noting that Ava had been right about her being cyanotic. She was breathing harshly, gasping with every inhale because she couldn’t get enough oxygen otherwise. This was bad, she realized, as she felt like someone was squeezing her lungs so hard they would explode.
She didn’t even have time to grab onto the counter before she collapsed on the floor, her legs buckling without her consent. A sound of annoyance escaped Sarah, frustrated with how much pain she was in; all because of Ava. She didn’t blame her though, how could she? The other woman had no idea of her effect on Sarah, she just didn’t love her. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t return Sarah’s feelings, it was Sarah’s own fault for being foolish enough to let it get this bad.
She couldn’t suppress the rough cough that shook her body, ripping angrily at her chest from the inside. It was a watery cough and Sarah knew her palm would be bloodied when she pulled it away from her mouth. She was suffocating from the inside and she didn’t know what to do, cursing quietly when she saw the handful of petals that had come up with her forceful coughing.
Maybe it would finally kill her, she mused bitterly to herself. Dying in the hospital bathroom was not her ideal way to go but at least she wouldn’t have to explain herself to anyone.
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Katsuki Bakugou~Birthday Surprise
Word count: 2295
Description: Katsuki's birthday is finally here but he's worried for his wife and wishes that she would simply rest instead of worrying about him all day. His stubborn wife doesn't listen through and decides to throw him a party anyway.
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"Please don't do anything over the top this year." Katsuki whined to his wife. The (h/c) colored hair female simply laughed as she turned over in bed and looked to him. "You say that every year." she whined back to him. "Yeah and you know why?" he asked. "Why?" she asked him. "Because I'm hoping one year you'll finally listen." he said back to her. (Y/n) chuckled a bit hearing as he said this. "Have I ever been one to listen to you, Kat?" she asked him.
He sighed and shook his head no. "Babe, just hear me out though." he said to her as he sat up from their bed. She looked to him and sighed. "I'm listening." she said to him. "I'm turning 27. There's no reason to go out and do something big for it." he said to her. "It's not some major milestone or anything. Plus I don't need you going into labor trying to throw me some party." he said to her. (Y/n) simply chuckled and sat up from the bed. Her baby bump showing a bit more as she sat up. "I'll be fine." she said to him. "Plus you deserve to have a special day." she said to him. Katsuki sighed and fall back onto the bed. "It comes in one ear and leaves the other." he mumbled to himself.
(Y/n) simply laughed hearing as he said this. Then there was a knock at their bedroom door. "Can we come in?" asked a really soft voice. "No. Go away." Katsuki said back as he pulled the blanket over top of him. "KATSUKI! Be nice to the kids." (Y/n) said to him. (Y/n) then got up from the bed and made her way over to the bedroom door. She opened the door to see the most adorable set of 5 year old twins with blonde fluffy hair and (e/c) colored eyes. "Thanks Mommy." both of them said before running into the room. She turned and watched as her son and daughter climbed their way onto the bed before jumping onto their father. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!" they both yelled out. Katsuki groaned at the impact but was quick to catch them both so they wouldn't fall off the bed. "Thank you, brats." he said as he held them.
They both laughed a bit and looked to their Dad. "So what are you going to do today?" Hana asked looking down to her father. "Staying in bed all day." he said to his kids. "Really?" they both asked him. "No. He's not." (Y/n) said to them. "Then why did Daddy say that?" Haruto asked looking from his Mom to his Dad. "Because maybe if I spend all day in bed then Mommy will take the clue to rest." Katsuki said as he glared over to his wife. She sighed and looked back to him. "I'm pregnant, Katsuki. Doesn't mean I can't do something nice for you." she said to him. "First off, you're seven months pregnant. Second, you're right. Being pregnant doesn't mean you can't do something nice for me. So please be nice and rest in bed so I don't have to worry about you today." Katsuki plead to his wife. (Y/n) sighed and shook her head. "Come on kids. Go get ready. Mommy needs to do some shopping and you guys are coming along." she said to them. "Yay!" Hana and Haruto shouted as they hoped off the bed.
Once they were out of the room Katsuki sat up from the bed. "I'll get dressed as well." he said with a sighed. (Y/n) stopped her husband. "Nope. You're going to stay here and rest." she said to him. He growled hearing as she said this. "Look here woman." he started to say to her before she cut him off. "No, you look here Katsuki! I'm your wife and I know what's best for you. And I'm letting you know now if you keep bossing me around all day and don't just enjoy your birthday, you're going to have a moody wife." she said to him. He groaned hearing as she said this. "Look Katsuki, I get it. You're a pro-hero. It's your job to protect but for once don't be Ground Zero and be my Katsuki." she said to him. Katsuki sighed and looked to her. "Fine. Fine but can you at least take someone with you?" he asked him. "Who?" she asked. "Just one of my friends." he answered back. "I guess so." she said back before kissing his cheek and getting off the bed to get ready.
~Time Skip~
(Y/n) sighed a bit as she walked back into her house from shopping. Soon followed her Hana, Haruto, Izuku, Shoto, and Kirishima. All of them having bags in their hands. All of them expect (Y/n). After they all came into the house (Y/n) closed the door and started to take off her coat. As she did this she heard rushed foot steps coming down the stairs. She looked up and glared to her husband. "You lied to me." she said to him. "About what?" he asked in shock. "About 'one' of your friends coming along." she said to him as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I did not." he said back. "Oh really?" she asked him.
She then pointed to kitchen to the three males that were helping her kids with some bags. "Kirishima's my friend the other two are just extras." he said to his wife. She growled and pointed to him. "Yeah, well the 'one' friend and two extras didn't let me do that much. Izuku barley let me walk without asking me if I was tired. Kirishima had to grab everything off the shelf for me and Shoto wouldn't even let me carry my purse!" (Y/n) said to him. Katsuki laughed a bit hearing as she said this but once he saw his wife's face he regretted that he laughed. "Go back, upstairs. I don't want to see your face again until I call you down." she said to him. "Okay. Jeez." he mumbled before walking back up the stairs. (Y/n) then turned around and headed into the kitchen.
They all got to work on un-packing the bags and putting all the food up. After they were down with the bags Kirishima started to call some of Katsuki's friends, while Izuku and Shoto worked on the decorations for the party, as (Y/n) was busy baking a cake with the kids. It was all going nice until (Y/n) felt a sharp pain in her side. She grabbed at it and rubbed the area a bit. She then looked up and was glad to see no one saw it. She then shook it off thinking it was a simple cramp. She got back to making the cake with the kids. It took a while until everything was set up and all the guest were showing up. Once everything was in place (Y/n) hurried over to the stairs. "KATSUKI BAKUGOU! YOU CAN COME DOWN!" she yelled to him. "FINALLY!" he yelled back to her. It didn't take long for him to hurry down the stairs.
Once he was down the stairs he was shocked to see the living room set up with all his friends. "Wow. Babe, you really out did yourself." he said to her. She chuckled a bit and looked to him. "No, I didn't. I just threw the best party for the best husband." she said poking him in his side. He laughed and hugged her. "I love you." he whispered just for her to hear. She laughed and hugged him back. "I love you too, Kat. Now go party." she said letting go of him. It didn't take long for everyone to start chatting and dance to music. Everyone was having fun, just being able to catching up. (Y/n) was talking to Momo when she felt a sharp pain again within her side. She winced a bit in pain and rubbed the spot again. She quickly excused herself from Momo and made her way through the crowd.
She then soon found her angry blonde of a husband. He was chatting and laughing along with Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Mina. (Y/n) faked a smile and walked up to her husband. "Kat, I need to talk to you." she said to him. He looked to his wife and smile. "Actually I was just about to come looking for you. I want to thank you for the party." he said to her. "That's great but babe -" he cut her off. "No, just let me real quick. It really means a lot to me to be with someone like you. I truly don't deserve you and I love you." he said to her. (Y/n) whimpered a bit as she rubbed her side once again. Katsuki looked at his wife in confusion. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "No. Katsuki you were right." she said to him. "I was right? Right about what?" he asked. "You were right about me just r-" she started to say before there was splashing sound. Katsuki looked down in confusion before he looked to his wife. It took him a second to realize what this meant but when he did it hit him like a bus. "HOLY SHIT!" he yelled as he hurried to (Y/n)'s side. "Don't worry babe. I'll get you to the hospital." he said to her. Everyone had stopped talking and looked to the scene. "OKAY. LISTEN UP EXTRAS. (Y/N) IS GOING INTO LABOR AND I'M TAKING HER TO THE HOSPITAL. DEKU! ICY-HOT! YOU TWO ARE IN CHARGE INTO I GET BACK. WATCH HANA AND HARUTO!" Katsuki yelled to them. "Okay, Kacchan." Izuku said back. Katsuki then looked to Kirishima. "Shitty hair you're with me." Katsuki said to Kirishima.
Kirishima nodded his head hearing as his friend said this. "Upstairs in the closet there's a bag. Go grab it real quick and meet us at my car." Katsuki said to him. Kirishima nodded his head and hurried off. Katsuki then held onto his wife and started to walk with her to the front door. "Kat, I'm so sorry." she said as she winced in pain again. "Hey, don't worry about it right now. All I want you to worry on is getting to the hospital and having a baby. Okay?" he asked her. She nodded her head in agreement.
~Time Skip~
It was a painful three hours for the couple. Katsuki was by (Y/n)'s the whole time. Holding her hand and talking to her the whole time. After the whole process was done (Y/n) and Katsuki was left with a beautiful baby girl. (Y/n) smiled looking at the small child as her husband held him. "She is so cute!" (Y/n) said looking over the small child. She had a little fluff of (h/c) colored hair along with red eyes. Katsuki chuckled a bit and looked at (Y/n). "She's a mini you." he said laughing a bit. "She has your eyes." she mumbled back. He laughed and nodded his head. "Here. Do you want her back?" he asked. (Y/n) nodded her head as she held out her arms for the baby. Katsuki softly placed her into his wife's arms. The couple smiled as they looked to the baby girl.
The moment was soon broken with a knock at the door of the hospital room. Katsuki groaned and got up. "Who's that?" (Y/n) asked as she looked to him. "Deku and Shoto. I told them to stop by with the kids." Katsuki said to her. She nodded her head and looked to the door. Katsuki opened the door to see his friend holding his kids along with Izuku and Shoto. "Daddy!" Hana yelled. Katsuki chuckled a bit and took Hana from Kirishima's arm. Then everyone walked into the room. "Mommy!" Haruto yelled seeing his Mom. She chuckled looking to her son. "Guys come meet your new baby sister." Katsuki said to his kids. Katsuki walked over to the bed as (Y/n) scooted over. Katsuki sat down in the free space and placed his daughter in his lap. Kirishima then pulled up a chair to the bed and placed Haruto into his lap. Both of the kids looked to the bundle their Mom was holding.
As they were looking the baby opened her eyes. Showing off her bright red eyes. "Wow. She has Daddy's eyes." Hana said. Katsuki chuckled hearing this. "Yeah but she looks more like Mommy." Haruto said to his sister. Kirishima and (Y/n) laughed at his comment. (Y/n) then looked up to Izuku and Shoto. "You guys can come look as well." she said to them. Izuku lit up hearing this and hurried over to see the new baby girl. Shoto followed close behind. "Aw! Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" Izuku asked looking at her. The baby laughed a bit as she looked to the male. Katsuki smiled and placed his friend above the baby's head and watched as she reached for it. Soon grabbing onto it and holding onto it tightly. "What's her name?" Shoto asked looking at the baby. "Sakura." both parents answered looking at her.
"Aw. Hi, Sakura. It's so nice to meet you." Izuku said to the baby. Katsuki then looked to his wife a bit in confusion. "What time is it?" he asked her. She shrugged a bit. "It's 11:48pm." Kirishima said as he pulled out his phone to check . "Why?" Kirishima asked looking to his friend. "Me and Sakura share the same birthday now." Katsuki said smiling. (Y/n)'s eyes widen in shock hearing as he said this. She went to say sorry to him before he smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Best birthday gift within a million years."
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Part four of the feral brothers based on the game of Obey Me! Shall we date otome game. Enjoy a picture of 6 in his winter clothes. The poor thing is mentally unhinged.
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“9...! 9! It’s me, 6!” The boy scream into the snow storm, ready to tear up. “9! I’m sorry! I know that you didn’t approve of me sleeping with any humans to save you and the others...!” He yelled and turned as he heard the voice again, this time singing. 6 fell and crawled and ran as much as he could while walking in the snow for the first time in his life. “9, please...” he begged the voice of what sounds like his sister. “I didn’t want to sleep with the disgusting guards! Or with the other humans that visited to laugh at our own demise or pitying us! But I didn’t want you to be sacrificed to the demons! Like Mom and Dad! I wanted the other kids that we took in saved, you were so motherly and kind! I knew that you would be a good mother yourself if I had to sleep with anyone and everything. I want you back...if I didn’t sleep with that girl that night, I would have saved you! Or died with you! 9, please... I don’t want you to ignore me anymore...” 6 bawled as he collapsed to the snow and cried. Giving in to the cold and feeling his body shutting down.
“6! 6? 6! Where’d you go? For a weakling, he sure does get far.” 13 said, a little while later, becoming more lost. “I hate this...there’s snow everywhere, I can’t find the vehicle or 6...I should have never had brought him with me...this is all my fault...” 13 said as whispers of agreed with her statement that reminded her of an old friend. “That...that can’t be him...he died at the sacrifice while he protected me and told me to run...don’t listen, 13...” she told herself as she squinted though the snow, seeing a shadow bend down and pick up something. “6! I’m coming!” The girl yelled as she ran to the shadow. “6, please we have to go back to find...” the words that she was about to say left her mind. She stared up at the demon that held the body of 6. “6, no! Let him go!” 13 demands to the demon. It wore a cloak and a soft jingle sound came from underneath the cloak. Their fingers wrapped around 6’s leg and arm, carrying him bridal style against their body. A growl emitting from underneath the cloak as the demon ran off. “6!” 13 yell and climb up a tree, before hopping trees to go after the demon without the snow slowing her down. “Drop 6 right now!” She said, before the voices returned even louder than before. This trips her up.
“It’s your fault!”, “we’d be happy with you in our place, you should have died for us sooner!”, “This is why we gave you over!”, but the others were nothing to the soft spoken and angelic voice that reminded her of the boy that she had taken in as her brother for protection. “Give up, 13...then we can finally be a family without the demons lurking around and the humans killing us off. Please, 13... please just give up, I want you to come be here with me...” he whispered softly as if he is next to her, giving her a hug. 13 nearly fell from the tree, as she pulled the throwing stars to hit something, anything.
“My brother wouldn’t ever say that! Come out, demon! I’m here to rewrite the past! The world is heading for a second holy war and I have to prevent it!” 13 yells at the snowstorm. Her words seems to have put a halt to the storm and the same cloaked demon appeared in front of her, their fingers weren’t sharp, but the air around them seemed to state a different story. A bell jingle from beneath their cloak and a cow’s tail swayed underneath the cloak being slightly visible from the light of the snowy sky and the snow below the two. A breeze kicked in and took the hood off the demon, leaving 13 to stare at the male. Sharp teeth lined his smug smile, his darkened hair had spots of white. A bell hung from the collar around his neck and his look was a bit more human than she was expecting. The cloak flutter behind him as the demon side really showed there. His legs are similar to a cow’s and his body was definitely more prepared to fight a human. That would explain the town and such. The town offers the people that drive though the town and lets the demon have food anytime without summoning it constantly. “Where’s 6? The other wizard who is traveling with me? What’d you do to him?” 13 asked angrily and pulled out a dagger from her boot.
“He’s fine if you can answer my questions, witch. If not, you’re going to be too late to save the boy. Though Asmo might be angry at me if I eat something that is as gorgeous as he is without Asmo getting his fingers on him first to get a taste of him. I suppose I wouldn’t mind sharing something with Asmo for once...” he mumbled as he seems to be talking to himself. “I think that I’ll do that instead... but first...you know how to save my brother? Answer truthfully and you might get him back in one piece.” He said.
“You’re...Belphgor...?” 13 asked, confused and tilt her head. “I didn’t expect this...so strange and weird...” 13 seems to be engrossed with this new info until his words finally set in. “I mean, yes. I know the way to get everyone else back to how they were centuries ago, Belphgor. But I only have leads, ideas and such. First, I had to find Beelzebub, then I found out that he’s visiting you... I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing but I guess...” 13 said. “My spell book said that I have to endure a curse of each of the seven brothers to get access to devildom. I endured gluttony...several hundreds of my people are dead though... and now, sloth...I can handle the nap, honestly...”
“You’re enduring the sloth curse already, along with your travel partner. If you had just been a little bit faster...maybe everything you cared about wouldn’t end up with fire, human. Maybe if you didn’t unleash the curse of my brother’s, you wouldn’t have killed everyone that the male is crying over. And at this rate, if you don’t keep running around in circles, thinking that you’re getting closer to him, he’s going to be dead either way. So what’s this about a holy war, human? Be careful... if you don’t answer correctly, I’ll let my brother and I take a bite each before we send him to Asmo to fix up and finish off.” Belphgor said calmly.
“6! He’s...no, you...” 13 stared at the other, giving in. “Us witches and wizards are becoming more and more rare...soon humans are next... and once you run out of humans... I was told that angels will be able to have an excuse to kill every demon if the humans are in danger from demons...I want to prevent the war and save my people.”
“You’re a greedy little brat...Mammon is going to have a field day with you...you’re doing it for your people? Not for us demons? Not for the human realm? Not for the angels...heh...I’ll make sure to tell him that you are just that selfish and incredibly inconsiderate to everyone...”
“I’m not...selfish...am I?” 13 asked herself out loud and shook her head, not going to let the demon get into her head. “Give me 6 now!” She demanded.
“Sorry, witch...selfish creatures don’t get to have what they want... but I’m happy to say that your partner is going to be fine. We sent him to the avatar of lust in Tokyo. You’ll meet Levi along the way in the Pacific Ocean. I’d recommend that you hurry up before the wizard gives into the lust from Asmo. Then you’re going to be too late to save him.”
“I still don’t get what time has to do with this!” 13 said angrily.
“That’s simple, my dear...if you’re late to something, that means that you’re too slow to make things right. Now, let’s give you a hand...” he smirked and put a finger under her chin and kissed 13, resulting in her passing out from his kiss.
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Opening Your Heart to Love CH1
Summary: Felicity never thought she would become her mother. A single mom to gorgeous little girl. She didn't regret it. No one meant more to her than her daughter.
Oliver had a plan in mind when he returned home. To continue his mission to right his father's wrong. He never imagined a little girl breaking through the walls of his heart, reminding him that there was more to life than the mission. And he never expected to fall in love with her mother.
Smoak girls were a force to be reckoned with. 
Felicity Smoak was used to chaos. It was a part of her daily life but the chaos that had taken over the QI floors wasn’t something she was prepared for when she came into work today.
5 years ago the Queen’s Gambit was lost at sea along with its inhabitants. Robert Queen, CEO of Queen Industries. Oliver Queen, the son of Robert and Moira Queen, the city's favorite billionaire playboy. Sara Lance, the sister to Oliver Queen’s on again and off again girlfriend, now, ADA, Laurel Lance. His father’s bodyguard, the Yacht captain, and the seven crewmen.
Every single one of them was gone. Believe to be dead.
Until now.
Oliver had washed up on the North China Sea, discovered by two fishermen, and had returned home to Starling City.
The whole city was in a frenzy but none more than QI and it’s employees.
It was like everyone forgot they had a job to do and would much rather focus on gossiping which left Felicity to pick up the slack.
When lunch rolled around Felicity was more than happy to head down to the lower floors.
She pushed open the door to the daycare facility that QI provided for its hard-working parents.
“Ms. Smoak, hi, I will have Addison ready to go in just one minute.” Victoria, the woman who ran the daycare greeted.
“I got it.” Felicity smiled, accepting the small green jacket from Victoria. “Addi,”
A little girl no older than 4 with long brown hair and green eyes, was sitting at a table coloring however head snapped up at the sound of her name. She smiled widely.
She scrambled to her feet, running across the carpet floor.
Felicity crouched down, bringing the little girl in her arms as the small child let out a delighted. “Mommy,”
“Hey, sweetie, you ready to go for lunch?”
Addi pulled back with a smile nodding eagerly. “Yes, I want fries.”
“Sounds good, but we have to go to the cafe around the corner cause Mommy has to be back here in forty minutes.”
“But I want to go to Big Belly Burger.” Addi pouted up at her with puppy dog eyes.
Felicity dreaded the puppy dog eyes. She looked like her father when she looked at her like that. It always brought a sharp pang to Felicity’s heart.
“How about we get Big Belly Burger tomorrow instead?" Felicity suggested. "It’s my day off tomorrow. We can make a day of it. Do anything you want.”
“Okay.” Addi plopped a kiss on her cheek.
Felicity smiles affectionately, smoothing a hand through her daughter's dark hair. Addi was easy to please and it was a blessing for a single parent like herself.  
Felicity helped her daughter into her jacket and took her by the hand. She thanked Victoria and bid her goodbye, telling her they would be back in a little bit.
9 minutes later and they were grabbing a table at the cafe near QC. It wasn’t their first time there and the staff had become quite acquainted with them. Within the first few minutes of sitting them at a table.
Addi had grilled cheese with a side of fries placed in front of her and a glass of milk.
Felicity had a plate of cheese fries placed in front of her and a glass of water.
“Hi, Addi, how are you today, sweetheart?”
Addi looked up at the older woman and smiled. “Emma, hi, I’m good. Momma says we get to go to Big Belly Burger tomorrow.”
Emma was the owner of the small cafe and she loved children. She was older, early sixties, and lamented the fact that her own grandchildren lived too far away for her liking. She was more than happy to dote all her grandparent affection on Addi.
Emma gave Addi a hurt look. “Oh, you don’t like it here.”
“I didn’t say that,” Addi protested. “I love it but you don’t have big belly burgers here or JJ.”
Emma’s brow furrowed. “What's a JJ?”
“My best friend!” Addi exclaimed. “We like to color and play hide and seek and watch cartoons and play at the park.”
“Yeah, I definitely can’t top that but how about you bring your friend in some time and I will whip up the two of you my family's famous Chocolate Chip Banana Pancakes. How’s that sound?”
Addi turned to Felicity, her little face eager. “Momma, can we?”
Felicity smiled. “I’ll talk to JJ’s momma. If she says yes we can come back on Friday.”
Emma grinned. “I look forward to meeting your friend.”
Addi grinned up at her. “You're my friend, too.”
Emma smiled affectionately. “You’re such a sweetheart.”
“She is,” Felicity grinned, reaching out to brush her daughter’s brown curl back over her shoulder. Her heart panging as she did so.
There were times she looked so much like her father. Like right now with her eyes filled with excitement.
It both made Felicity happy and broke her heart.
                                            ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Felicity resisted the urge to reach into her clutch and check her phone for a text from Carly, JJ’s mother.
Addi was sleeping over at JJ’s for the night and by some miracle, Felicity had against her better judgment allowed her co-worker and friend to talk her into going out for the night.
Felicity came to regret that decision. She did not want to be at Oliver Queen’s welcome home bash.
She didn’t have anything against Oliver Queen. She didn’t really know him. But the wild parties, alcohol, the dancing bodies, low inhibitions was not her scene. It hadn’t been her scene for a really long time.
Not since her time at MIT.
Felicity moved to the bar and ordered a screwdriver.
“Oh My God, there’s Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn.” Vanessa, her friend, and co-worker from work tugged on her arm and pointed toward the stairs excitedly.
“Everybody man of the hour!!” Tommy yelled out loudly, patting Oliver on the chest.
The crowd cheered.
“Please, ladies,” Tommy continued. “Give this man a proper homecoming.”
The women cheered loudly than before with some men joining in.
Oliver descended the steps walking through the crowd and the crowd reached out touching him on the arms and his back with wide smiles and excitement as ‘we are the champions' echoed through the club.
Oliver climbed on top of a platform.
“Ollie, Ollie!” Tommy passed him up a shot of tequila.
Oliver raised the glass and down it. He looked out to the crowd grinning widely. “I miss Tequila!”
The crowd let out even louder cheers and Oliver climbed back down, his feet landing lightly on the floor.
Felicity looked at Oliver closely. There was no denying that Oliver Queen was very attractive. Beautiful in a roguish way, and it helped that he strike an imposing figure. He did not come back from an island malnourished. He came back even more good looking than when he left.
Still, something in her gut told her, his pandering to the crowd, his smile…
It was all for show.
Her gut was proven right when his smile fell from his face the second his back was turned from Tommy Merlyn.
Felicity stared at him, wondering why he was pretending to be the same guy he was five years ago for people he didn't owe anything to.
She jolted when he suddenly looked right at her, his expression unreadable.
She whirled back around toward the bar.
She waited ten seconds before looking over her shoulder but he was gone.
She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding in.
"We should go and talk to him."
Felicity had forgotten her friend was there until she had spoken.
"No, we definitely shouldn't."
However, Vanessa continued on as she hadn't spoken. "I'm going over there."
“Good luck with that,” Felicity muttered, reaching for her glass, turning back toward the bar.
It wasn’t long before Vanessa returned looking slightly dejected, Felicity rubbed her arm in comfort and offered her a drink.
Her friends smile brighten, her woes forgotten, she drained Felicity glass and then tugged on her hand, leading her out onto the dancefloor.
Felicity allowed it. She had always liked dancing.
Sometime later, she looked around wanting a less populated area. She walked up the steps to the upper floors. Intending on calling Carly and check-in.
She knew Addi was in bed by now but she still just wanted to hear about her.
Felicity reached the top of the stairs and startled as a woman rushed past her. A woman she recognized from the news. ADA, Laurel Lance.
Felicity brow furrowed as she watched her go before looking ahead and her eyes widened when she saw Oliver Queen standing there. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt or intrude, I was just looking for a less crowded area.”
“You're not intruding.”
Felicity was not certain she believed him. She continued walking past him and stood a few feet away. She pulled out her phone dialing Carly.
She was aware Oliver Queen was standing nearby. She doubted he was trying to eavesdrop but he was close enough to hear her side of the conversation.
She spoke with Carly for a few minutes before hanging up. She gripped the railing looking below, seeking out her friend and spotting her in the middle of the crowd.
“Why don’t you leave?”
Felicity brow furrowed and she looked over at Oliver. “Are you kicking me out?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Oliver moved closer. “You just don’t look like you want to be here.”
“It’s easy to spot what you yourself feel.”
“What?”
“It’s clear to me. You don’t want to be here? So why are you?” Felicity countered.
“It’s expected of me.”
“It shouldn’t be. I don’t know you but I’m sure five years alone on a deserted island would change anyone. Including you.”  Felicity pursed her lips a second later. “Sorry. I don’t have a filter when I talk and tend to be more honest than people appreciate.”
“It’s refreshing.” Oliver murmured. “Why are you here tonight? You keep checking your phone. You clearly have somewhere else you rather be.
Felicity did.
She thought of her daughter, staying home, and the few occasion where she would let her stay up watching her favorite Disney movie.
“My friend wanted to come and well she’s a big girl but I want to make sure she doesn’t get too drunk she doesn’t know who she’s going home with.”
“Who's your friend?” Oliver asked, scanning the crowd.
“The redhead in the silver dress.” Felicity pointed down to her friend in the crowd.
“Oh, we’ve met.”
“I know, she sees something and she goes after it. Sometimes it goes her way and sometimes it doesn’t.” Felicity shrugged.
Oliver forced a smile. “I got that.”
Felicity looked at her friend and saw Vanessa scanning the club. She sent Oliver a polite smile. “It was nice talking to you, Mr. Queen.”
“I prefer Oliver,” he said but Felicity was already walking down the steps, the club music drowning out his words.
                                              ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“‘Licity, there you are! So I was going to leave but I didn't want to before letting you know.”
“Is something wrong?” Felicity asked concerned.
“No," Vanessa shook her head and turned to wave at a guy who started approaching them. “I was gonna have some other kind of fun.”
“Are you sure? You’re not drunk are you?” Felicity questioned turning Vanessa back to her, looking at her closely.
“I’m not drunk. I promise. He’s just really hot and we hit it off and its been a while.”
“Okay,” said Felicity. “Then text me when you get where you’re going and text me when you get home. And keep your phone on you.”
If something were to happen she could track the GPS. “Will do. Love you, see you on Monday.”
She hugged Felicity just as the guy reached them.
“Ready to go?” The guy asked, and offered Felicity a polite smile.
“Yeah, bye Felicity.” Vanessa waved and grabbed the guys hand and tugged him back through the crowd and headed for the exit.
Felicity looked up to where she had been standing with Oliver but he was gone. Felicity shook her head not really knowing what to make of her encounter with Starling City’s returning playboy and headed out.
She planned to go home, curled up on her couch with a glass of red wine and Netflix.
A/N: You can also read this on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24086548/chapters/57973330
Tags: @mariestark @1106angel @telef4ntastic @keabbs @mammashof @eloiselili @omglovechrissie
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octothorpetopus · 4 years
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Who Loves You? (Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan)
Derek Morgan’s in love. That much is clear. But with who?
Penelope Garcia, in short, has no idea what to expect when Derek Morgan walks into her office at 7 o’clock sharp on a quiet Friday morning in late October. It’s not unusual for him to show up so early, he often stops in before hitting the gym before work. But he doesn’t have his gym bag with him this morning, that’s the first thing she notices when he walks in the door. The second thing she notices is that he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in a week.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, Penelope?” He asks, and her heart drops. It’s Penelope. Not babygirl. Penelope. Still, she smiles as wide as she can manage and leans back in her ergonomic swivel chair, steepling her fingers.
“Of course. What can I do for you today, mi amor?”
“I’ve been thinking about something, and I think I just need to-“ he gestures vaguely. “-talk it out with someone. With you.”
“Talk to me, Derek. What’s going on? Is it work? Your mom? A girl?” He flinches, as if surprised. Penelope gasps and claps her hands together. “Oh my god, it is a girl! Who is she?” Derek shakes his head.
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“I didn’t sleep last night. At all.”
“Derek, I don’t need to hear about how you got laid last night.” As a matter of fact, Penelope Garcia wants nothing less than to hear about Derek’s new girlfriend. Still, she flips a pen between her fingers and steels herself.
“No, it’s not- this girl and I, we’re friends. Good friends. And I love that we’re friends. It’s a good friendship, you know?”
“Sure.”
“And I spent so long being friends with her that I never even considered... you know.”
“What, love? It’s not a dirty word, babe.”
“Anyway, after... everything that happened last week, I’ve given my life a lot of thought.” Last week, Derek had nearly died at the hands of Billy Flynn. Penelope can’t remember ever being so worried for him as she had been, or as angry as she was after he had yelled at her. But then he had bought her dinner and apologized approximately seven hundred thousand times, and she forgave him. “And I couldn’t sleep last night because I realized...” He swallows hard, like the words won’t come out of his mouth unless he forces them.
“Derek,” she says gently but firmly, and takes his hands in hers. “Tell me. Whatever it is you’re trying to say, tell me.”
“I realized I don’t want to be her friend. Well, I do, but I don’t just want to be her friend. You know?”
“Yeah.” Penelope chuckles breathlessly. “I do.”
“Well, I spent all of last night trying to figure out what to tell her. When to tell her. How to tell her.”
“And you want my advice? Aw.” Penelope batted her eyelashes.
“I can go talk to Hotch, babygirl-“
“No, no.” She thought for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin all the while. “Tell her... tell her that loving her and being her friend aren’t mutually exclusive. Tell her that being her friend makes your love go that much deeper and that much stronger. Tell her that being her friend wasn’t just a step to loving her but that it’s the simple basis of the reason you love her.” Penelope took a deep breath. “Tell her that, and if she still doesn’t fall in love with you, she never will.” He considers her momentarily, and Penelope shifts in her seat. Her confusion only deepens when he kneels in front of her. When he looks up at her, his eyes are earnest.
“Loving you as my friend and just plain loving you aren’t different things,” he says. What is he doing? Practicing? “I love you because you’re my friend, not in spite of it. I’m not your friend because I love you, I love you because you’re my friend. And I just... love you.” Penelope smiles and clears her throat.
“That was really good, Derek. She’s going to fall in love with you, I guarantee it.”
“No, Pen, I-“ He sighs, shaking his head, and rises to his feet. “That’s not-“ And that’s when he does something very odd. He spins Penelope around by her shoulders to face him, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her. He’s warm and smells like Old Spice and coffee and the geraniums he has planted on his fire escape. Penelope freezes, unable to think. So. He wasn’t practicing then. When he releases her, she blinks rapidly, her eyes wide. The office is silent except for Derek’s heavy breathing and the soft sound of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons over Penelope’s computer speakers. His hands are still radiating warmth into her cheeks, and with one hesitant, but not quite shaky, hand, Penelope reaches up and wipes a smear of dark pink lipstick off of Derek’s upper lip.
“So it was me.”
“Yeah, babygirl, it was you. It’s always been you.”
“You love me.”
“That’s about the size of it, yeah.” Penelope leans back in her chair and lets out a long, slow breath. “What? Should I not have- I shouldn’t have done that. Damn it.”
“No! No.” Penelope grabs Derek’s hand and squeezes it. “That- I- no. You definitely should have done it. But, um, I just don’t... get it.”
“What’s there to not get?”
“Nothing, exactly, but...” Penelope sighs and rubs her temples. “I love you, Derek, but in my brain, I thought when you were flirting with me- I thought that was just, you know, how you are.”
“I’m still confused, what’s the issue here?”
“The issue, Derek, is that in all the years I’ve known you, I never even considered that you were flirting with me because you liked me!”
“To be fair, Penelope, neither did I until a couple of weeks ago!”
“And that’s exactly the point.” Penelope smiles, but there’s something a little bitter there. “What if you don’t? What if it’s all in your head? What if you’ve just convinced yourself that you love me because I’m just, like, the only woman who’s close to you and knows all your secrets and knows that you like your coffee with more sugar than you say and knows that you play the cello and knows that you still have a stuffed panda bear your dad gave you in your closet?”
“Why are you so convinced about this, Pen? Didn’t you hear what I said?” That’s when Penelope snaps. She jumps to her feet and begins pacing the room, waving her hands as she speaks.
“Because in the movies, the girl like me doesn’t get the guy like you, Derek! And that’s not to say I don’t think I deserve a guy like you. I know my worth. But the guy like you ends up with a girl like Emily or JJ. Not me.”
“And what exactly do you mean, ‘a girl like you?’” Derek leans against her desk and folds his arms across his chest. “A smart, funny, beautiful, and overwhelmingly kind one?”
“Sure, but I’m also loud. And weird. And nerdy. And I dress like this.” Penelope gestures down at her dress, which is patterned with big yellow, green, and blue abstract shapes.
“So? Babygirl, have you learned nothing since you started working here? Real life isn’t like the movies. In real life, there are no guys like me and there are certainly no girls like you. There are just people. And even if there were, a guy like me would get to fall in love with whoever he wanted to. A guy like me could fall in love with an Emily or a JJ or, hell, even a Spencer, if he wants to. And I want to fall in love with you, Penelope Garcia.” Penelope stopped her pacing and sniffed.
“That was some speech.”
“Thank you. I try.” He stands and crosses the room until he’s facing her. With one hand, he tips her chin up until her eyes meet his.
“I just have to ask. Once. And I’ll never ask again.” She wrings her hands, but manages to calm her breathing. “Are you sure? About me? About us?” He smiles, the wide, brilliantly white, toothy grin that she fell head-over-heels for the first time she saw it.
“I’ve spent my whole life waiting for the day when a beautiful, kind, funny girl-“
“Don’t forget smart.”
“Right, and smart. Anyway, I’ve been waiting for the day a girl like that would love me just as much as I love her. Now, it’s been a lot of years that I’ve had that dream. Are you gonna ruin it for me, babygirl?” Penelope doesn’t answer, at least not verbally, she just throws her arms around Derek’s neck and kisses him. He doesn’t even pause, just wraps his arms around her waist. She’s just running out of breath when the door to her lair opens. They jump apart, panting, but it’s too late. Aaron Hotchner stands in the doorway, his hand still on the door handle, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open.
“We’ve got a case. JJ’s ready to brief us. I was just coming down to get- um, to get you, Garcia.” Hotch clears his throat. His eyes dart around the room, refusing to make eye contact. “But we need both of you in the briefing room.”
“Right. We’ll be right there.” Hotch opens his mouth as if to say something else, but he appears to think better of it and backs out, closing the door behind him.
“Well, that’s not ideal,” Penelope says, sitting back down in her chair.
“Crap. We’re in deep trouble.”
“Please. We’ll be fine. Hotch and Emily practically invented inter-office romance.” Derek’s head snaps up.
“What?”
“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. Point is, Hotch won’t get us in trouble.”
“Good.” Derek nods and shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Okay. Well. Um, bye.” He leans down to kiss the top of her head, a familiar and comfortable gesture, and after a moment of hesitation, presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Bye,” he says again.
“You know we’re going to the same place, right?” He stops halfway to the door.
“Yep. I knew that. I definitely knew that.”
“Walk me to the briefing room?” Penelope asks, sidling up to him.
“Always,” he replies, and holds out his arm, which she takes. This is not the first time she has taken his arm, and it is far from the last, but it is the first time that when she takes it, he kisses her cheek. It is the first time that she knows for certain that the butterflies in his stomach are going just as wild as the ones in hers. “Thank you,” he says, his eyes fixed on the hall in front of him.
“For what?”
“For letting me love you.” Penelope squeezes his arm.
“My pleasure, Mr. Morgan.”
“That’s Agent Morgan.”
“Whatever you say.”
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balvinia · 4 years
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Across The Other - Chapter One
Being a stay at home mom and wife doesn't make for much adventure. But Chloe has a secret life across the Other, where magic and gods, including a certain Trickster, twist everything upside down.
Chloe stared at the clothes in front of her. There was an ugly pink sundress and a black sweater dress that she had pulled out. Where the sundress came from, she had no clue. The shade reminded her of vomit, like when her four year old had drank strawberry milk while suffering a fever. What had her husband been thinking? In any case, she was definitely putting that in a give-away box. On the other hand, the sweater dress looked cozy and warm. It probably wouldn't be the best idea to wear during the summer. She really didn't feel like going, anyway. Maybe she could say that she had no clothes to wear. It wouldn't be entirely untrue- her pants were all in need of a wash, which was why she was considering the dresses to begin with. Of course, she had already promised her daughter that they'd go to the party and you do not ever break a promise to a child if you can help it. Chloe should have known better than to even mention it to begin with, why had she said that they'll go?
"April, honey, do you want to play with paints this afternoon?" Maybe the child had already forgotten about the party, she thought.
The little girl burst through the door in a matter of seconds. Well, maybe more like a whole minute. It seemed instantaneous, at least. "After the party?"
Chloe sighed. "No, never mind sweetie. Is that what you're wearing?" She had just noticed that the girl had on snow boots, jeans, and a long sleeve shirt. "It's too hot for that."
"Yes!" The girl turned tail and ran through the apartment.
"Change your clothes or you're definitely not going, young lady!" the woman yelled before turning back to the dresses. "Fuck it, I'm wearing dirty jeans," she muttered.
It took another half hour before they got out the door and strapped into the car. Another ten minutes, and they were at the park. She got out of the car, then let the child run toward the group of kids. Chloe joined the parents. "Sorry we're late, April tried to come dressed for a snowstorm."
One of the other moms laughed as she responded, "I just love when they do that."
Everyone went through the party routine, ending with the kids back out on the playground. Chloe was bored by that point. Actually, she had been bored but she was more than ready to leave. She was pretty sure that one of the other moms had pointed out the chocolate stain on her pants to somebody and it was starting to get late, anyway. It would take an hour or so to get April to wind down enough for bed and it was already close to seven that evening. She thanked the parents of the birthday kid for inviting her daughter, then spent what felt like forever trying to get her kid to the car. Choe was glad to leave the party. She never did feel like she fit in with the other parents. It always made her uncomfortable to be around them.
That night found Chloe sprawled out on her bed with an oversized tee on in lieu of a nightie. She had just gotten off the phone with her husband. They had recently gone out of town to help his parents with some remodeling around their house, but things were taking longer than expected and he hadn't returned with her and April. She sighed.
"John still not back?" The male voice startled Chloe as she reached for her glass of wine. It fell to the ground and she shot a glare at the man standing in her doorway.
"No, he's not... And could you give a woman a bit of a warning next time?"
He gave a lopsided grin. "That takes out the fun. Also, you've got what I hope is cake frosting in your hair."
She groaned as she checked the ends of her auburn hair. "Yes, that's what it is. You want something to drink? I think I've got some of that cinnamon whiskey in the cabinet..."
"Sure thing."
The two made their way to the kitchen where Chloe poured a glass for her guest. "Sorry I haven't kept in touch lately," she said, "things have been hectic. I just got home this morning."
"That's alright," he said while studying her face.
She looked back at him from across the table, unsure as to what to say. It never seemed to get easier being around him. She wanted to take in the sight of him for the moment. His long, dark coppery brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail. Last time he'd visited, his hair had been cropped shorter and reminded her of flames. He hadn't left in the best of moods then. His green eyes still held that spark that only he seemed to have. That seemed to be one of the few things that remained so constant about his appearance.
When Chloe realized that she had been staring, she averted her gaze down to the table. "I was actually hoping to talk to you soon," she stated quietly.
“That’s why I’m here,” he said before taking a drink. “To talk.”
She stared at him again for a moment. “Did you have anything specific in mind or should I just start blabbering at you now?”
He chuckled. “Blabber on.”
Chloe wasn’t actually sure what to say or where to start. ‘I’ve missed you and trying to talk to you when you’re off to gods-know-where is a pain in the ass. Can’t you just get a cell phone or something?’ didn’t seem like the best way to start off. She took a breath to clear her mind. “Why did you decide to show up while John was out of town, anyway?”
“I wanted to give you a chance to talk without worrying about him.”
She sighed. “You make things more complicated than they should be, you know.”
Before she could say anything else, he had his arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “That’s what I’m good for,” he grinned as he stepped back.
The woman shook her head in dismay. She had what felt like everything in the world on her mind at that moment. Chloe had been considering some things that her husband probably wouldn’t like very much. Before April had been born, she had done more than stay home and clean a child’s face. She quit her day job so that she could focus her time and energy on being a mom. She quit her evening adventures because John was afraid something might follow her home one day. To be fair, the worry had crossed her mind a few times, but she was pretty good about being careful. Those days had been when she’d first met the man currently standing in the room with her.
* * * * * * * * *
Five years ago, Chloe had found herself wandering an unfamiliar town. It was around dusk, one of the times of day that the veil between worlds was easier to cross. She’d taken to astral travel as a means of escape when she was in her teens. By this time, it had become more purposeful. The training she had underwent for several years, mostly apprenticing under more experienced spirit workers, gave her the necessary skills to assist others in multiple ways. That day, however, her trip that day in the Other was supposed to be just on the side of exploration. The young woman was taking in her surroundings. A light fog hung over the stone streets, lights from shop and restaurant windows illuminated it, giving it an eerie appearance. There were a few people walking about in the part of town she was in. She made sure to keep her distance. A sound down a nearby alley caught her attention. Her hand instinctively reached for the knife clipped to her belt. It didn’t look like much, but she knew she could always rely on it if something went wrong. Chloe wasn’t on a mission. Nobody had contacted her for help with anything and she hadn’t been out looking for trouble. Anybody would have known that alleys after dark usually mean trouble. Still, curiosity always got the better of her and so she edged closer to the source of the sound.
When she peeked her head around the corner, she could see the silhouette of a couple of people in a struggle. She paused, waiting to further assess the situation. There was a muffled sound like somebody trying to speak with their mouth covered, then a sharp sound of pain. One of the silhouettes backed up quickly. Chloe heard a harsh string of words in a language she didn’t recognize, but she could guess there were some profanities among those words. It didn’t take more than a few more moments to realize that the two were probably just drunks. She sighed and stepped back, turning around directly into somebody. With a gasp, Chloe stepped back with an immediate apology.
The man looking down at her had an unpleasant grin on his face. She straightened her back and turned slightly, hand reaching toward her knife once again. It was gone. The man held it up mockingly as he stepped toward her. Chloe realized that he must have snuck it when she bumped into him. An irritated “fuck” escaped her lips as she backed away. It was okay, she’d thought. She didn’t need her knife. It just made things a bit easier. Magic was always an option. She made her hands into fists and felt the air around her bubble. She released a ball of energy at him that was supposed to explode on contact. It dissipated when it hit the man. Chloe’s eyes grew wide as she realized just how much shit she’d stepped in. Wrong time and place indeed. The man was a lot larger than she was and she didn’t like the idea of hand-to-hand combat. Her flight response kicked in. As she twisted her body to turn around, she felt his large hands take hold of her shoulders and shove her around the corner into a wall. It felt like all of the air in her body left her. She kicked out at his knees and heard a crack upon impact. The man wavered long enough for her to duck under his arms and start running. Unfortunately, he must have been more pissed off than he was in pain because she heard his footsteps behind her. She only slightly registered that the drunks from the alley seemed to have both gone. They probably wouldn’t have been any help anyway.
Chloe released another ball of energy toward the man, this time aiming slightly to his right. It hit a cluster of garbage cans that went flying directly into his path. He fell over them. She smiled in relief. It may have been a bad situation, but maybe she’d have a better chance of getting away from the freak. She made a turn that led to the backside of a building and her hopes fell again.
As she tried to come up with a new plan, Chloe heard a door open. Light spilled out of the building as someone else stepped out. This one was tall, but had a thin build. The light made his short hair look like it was on fire. She looked in the direction of her attacker who had stopped just in the shadows. He must have wanted to be sure they were still going to be alone. Keeping her eyes on him and hoping that she wasn’t making another mistake, she moved closer to the door. The smell of alcohol and smoke wafted from that direction. It must have been a bar. “Hey, umm… Mister?” Chloe kept her voice low as she tried to get the new stranger’s attention. “Anyway can I get inside there?” It was surely safer than being stuck between a wall and the big guy.
The flame-haired man looked at her with a shrug. He stumbled as he tried to pull the door back open. “M’nope,” he said. “S��locked.”
Chloe groaned. “Great, thanks anyway…” It probably wasn’t his fault. She thought that she saw him staring in the direction of the shadows and glanced back in that direction.
He spoke again, this time sounding sober. “That guy causing you problems?”
She looked in surprise at him. “Uh… yeah.”
The flame-haired man nodded and walked away from the door. “Hey, you!” His face lit up in a playful grin. “You like scaring pretty young maidens?” He paused to give her a wink and continued walking toward the other man.
The big guy stepped out. He obviously knew that he’d been caught, but his posture revealed that he didn’t think it was such a big deal. “Maybe I do. What’s a twig like you going to do about it?”
The man from the bar had his hands around the other man’s throat in an instant. Chloe took the chance and ran back the way she’d come. She spotted her knife still lying on the ground where the big guy must have dropped it. She picked it up and groaned as she realized that she should probably check on her perceived savior. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to somebody who was trying to help her. And, if it turned out that he wasn’t really such a great guy after all, she at least had her weapon that time.
By the time she’d returned, the big guy was tied to a pole and the other one was lighting up a cigarette. Chloe raised a brow and cautiously stepped toward them. “Looks like you had it all under control… I appreciate that.” She glared at her previous attacker for a long moment.
“Yup. Why’d you come back?” The flame-haired man looked curiously at her.
She shrugged. “I just thought… Well, I was afraid as big as he is and as skinny as you are.” The woman shook her head. “No offense… You did seem drunk at first and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Of course I’m okay!” He strolled over toward her before she could process him moving. “You really shouldn’t have come back. This is a dangerous part of town.” His voice had turned hard.
Startled, Chloe jumped back and flicked her knife in the air beside her. It’s form shifted into a sword and she pointed it at him. He held his hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just saying… You really shouldn’t be here.”
She let out a breath, still holding the sword in front of herself. “Okay. I’ll leave.”
“I can walk you to a safer place if you’d like.” Chloe could have sworn that he had a look of concern on his face. She relaxed.
“What do I call you?” she asked softly. It wasn’t always considered polite to ask what somebody’s name was. Giving your name could be thought of as a way of giving somebody power over you. Despite that, she wanted to have something to call him by if she was going to accept his offer.
His voice had lit up in a grin again. “I’m Loki.”
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chefrat · 3 years
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it’ll get better
pairings: reader X whoever you want it to be
type: angst 
word-count: 2.7k
warnings: cursing, angst, bad marriage 
A/N: wrote this after seeing my mom go through her third divorce in under a decade, also I’m kind of new to this whole writing thing but I found it relaxing so why not 
Marriage is not always easy, you could ask anyone who had been married and they would most likely agree. Of course, the both of you knew it wasn’t going to be easy at all. If your relationship was already rocky from the beginning then it obviously wouldn’t be smooth during marriage. You kept telling yourself, ‘it'll get better.’. Repeating it non-stop even when you would go to bed. The nights he would come home after work without even saying a word, you felt like a wall to him. Just invisible but you thought to yourself, ‘it’ll get better.’. And some days, it felt like it would. Some days he was that loving man you met that day in your local library. It started with stolen glances, you were way too shy to say anything to him. He was delightful to look at, a handsome man with a sweet look in his eyes whenever he smiled. It took weeks for either one of you to say anything, of course the first move was done by him after days of reading near each other, he couldn’t ignore the energy that radiated off you. Maybe that energy he saw in you once had run out, it made you sad thinking that the love he probably had for you was no longer there. That was the thing about him, when you shared your worries with him he was convincing, letting you know that it would be okay, that it would get better. 
When he first started working extra hours of course it made you sad, thoughts gnawing you, thinking to yourself that he was probably trying to get away from you. ‘For our future, babe. What if one day we have kids and need the extra money?’ In a way he was right, but kids? Oh, of course you wanted children! He was actually the only one who felt awkward about the subject, talking about having kids always made him nervous or as he would put it ‘We’re still young, I doubt we’ll have any soon’, it made you question his true intentions. But you tried your best to make him comfortable, dropping the subject and never bringing it up unless he would which was never. Some mornings he would wake you up with a hand around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest feeling his breath tickle the nape of your neck making you sigh in content. ‘Maybe he still loved me.’ And some mornings, you awoke to an empty bed, it seemed like he didn’t have time to say a goodbye. Confused by the mixed signals he would send, you continued to tell yourself, ‘it'll get better.’. 
The day he left for work without his wedding ring you brushed it off, thinking he probably was in a rush. It happened again a few times until he had given up on picking up the silver ring that weighed him down. You were quick to notice and it absolutely pained you. There were days he would hug you from the back while you stood in front of the bookshelf you guys had in the hallway, trying to read the spines of the many books you had collected throughout your relationship together but the tears in your eyes blurred you vision. The burning in your eyes and the aching in the pit of your stomach, you felt horrible all-over. He would ask you why you were upset, it hurt him hearing your small cries and it hurt him even more knowing that he was the cause of your pain. Maybe it was selfish of him, only showing he cared when he knew he was responsible. Maybe if he played his role as the husband better then it would make him less of the bad guy. “Please, don’t cry. It’ll get better.” 
It was December, Christmas Eve to be exact and his mother expected the both of you to make it for dinner. The drive was only three hours, nothing huge but the thought of being with him in the same car for three hours made you nervous. It’s probably been weeks that you haven’t been in the same room as him for more than three hours other than sleeping. You brought a book and earphones to distract you, not ready for confrontation. Before you could even get in the car he already had music playing, not too low nor too high but enough to block out any form of conversation from happening. This time you weren’t sad but angered but again, always the pacifist in the relationship you decided to ignore it. Glad to have the earphones in hand to block out the music he chose. It was pathetic, like two kids arguing and giving each other the silent treatment. You couldn’t help but notice that he decided to wear his wedding ring that day. Biting your tongue, you tried your best from asking him, why, trying not to sour the mood that was already so depressing. 
The mood shifted once he parked in front of his moms house, with a sigh he lowered the music. He starred at the stirring wheel for what felt like hours but was only minutes. Sighing again, he planted a smile on his face and turned to look at you. “Ready?” You felt your eyebrow tick, the nerves getting to you and his coldness just making it worse. With a nod, you continued on not meeting his eye but instead desperate to reach for fresh air. The wave of fresh air after opening the car door calmed you. You’ve met his family before, this wouldn’t be any different so why were you feeling like this. Well, it would be different to spend this dinner while the both of you failed to communicate with each other. You both walked toward the front door, his hand grazed yours as you walked making you cough out and cross you arms. 
Dinner wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, he tried his best to talk to you and to make you comfortable which you appreciated but it reminded you again on how selfish he was. He didn’t want to be seen as the bad guy, not in front of his family so he played his role well. His older sister sat next to you, whispering to you gossip from her work place. Thankful that she was there to distract you from her horrible brother. “So, how’s it been at home? I hope he’s treating you well.” You didn’t need to look over to him to know he was side eyeing you guys, as if to keep you on track on the show you guys were putting on. “It’s been great actually! He’s been nothing but a gentlemen. Sure, some things have gotten rough but that’s marriage, right? It’ll get better.” The smile on your face hurting the corners of your lips, it’s been so long since you’ve smiled like this, even if it was false. It was a clear sign for help, a sign that your relationship has been nothing these past seven months. But she wasn’t able to catch on, she only smiled in approval. 
January rolled by and nothing has changed much except that you had started a new job only without letting him know. He wasn’t at home that much so he wouldn’t notice your absence. And, starting a job isn’t a horrible thing but you still didn’t know how to feel about the tingling feeling in your chest, scared of being yelled at. The new job was simple, nothing too hard or too basic either. You’d be starting as a part time librarian at a local university. Why not surround yourself with the things that relax you, right? You dressed for the job and made your way to start a new chapter in your life. Sure, you’ve had others job before but when you married, he had wanted to take care of you and keep you at home. He ignored your pleas to let you find a job, soon you stopped asking and instead embraced being kept away from the world. Maybe it was the wrong move to get a job behind his back but with how your relationship has gone there’s really nothing to share between the both of you. 
The job was simple, you were quite knowledgeable in the area and able to find your way through the library quickly. Students poured in and out, some in groups and some by themselves. You couldn’t help but feel content with the new job, something that kept your mind off from what awaited you at home. A strained and sad relationship, feelings that were once so well recognized but now so foreign to you. The thought of it made your smile falter but you quickly pushed it to the back of your mind. For your first day of training you did pretty good, satisfied with how your work had ended you headed off to the nearest coffee shop to reward yourself with a cup of warm coffee. You glanced at the clock, 5:19 PM. Still enough time to make it home before he would, he usually would make it around seven-ish or so, so you weren’t worrying. 
It continued like that for a few months, him never suspecting a thing and still not finding the energy to wear his wedding ring. You didn’t expect it from him anymore until he noticed you weren’t wearing yours either. “Hey, and your ring?” He asked during dinner while you gripped the fork with a bare hand. “Oh, must of forgot to put it on while washing my hands.” His teeth bit down on his bottom lip but hummed in response. Dinner continued with tension in the air, it made you nervous how quiet it was after a while. Minutes passed until he stood up with a plate barely touched. He threw the food into the garbage and gently put the plate into the sink. “I’m sorry, I lost my appetite.” You turned you attention back to your plate, gripping the fork until your knuckles turned white, holding in tears. Biting your tongue until a sharp pain went through you and a metallic taste teased your tastebuds, mixing with the current dish you were dining. The dining room was empty other than yourself and your aching heart, you allowed a fear tears to slip through. A rough sob prepping itself in your throat but you muffled it by bringing the back of your hand against your lips. “It’ll get better.” You whispered, rubbing your tears away. 
Things started to make you feel more anxious when he suggested couples therapy through dinner that you prepared and had begged him to come home early from work so you wouldn’t be sat alone at the dining room table again that week. He looked you in the eye, after months of rarely any contact at all. Hearing him suggest couples therapy gave you hope, maybe he did want to work it out with you. Or maybe, divorce was too much paper work for him. Maybe he rather learn to live with you than having to go through the whole process of falling in love again. “I honestly think it could work, I miss seeing you happy.” You bit your tongue at his words, tears forming in your eyes. This time you allowed yourself to break down in front of him, he sat in his seat surprised. He wasn’t sure on what to do so he only watched, watched how you unraveled in front of him. Missed seeing you happy? As if your depression wasn’t caused by his neglect, by facing his cold-shoulder every other day. Of course you weren’t putting the whole blame on him, you were to blame as well for your poor communication skills and never speaking up. “I am, so so so sorry for everything. Please don’t cry anymore. It’ll get better, I swear.”
And so couples therapy started, some times he would show and sometimes he wouldn’t. The therapist was kind enough to continue sessions with you even when your husband never showed, and you grew to appreciate his kindness. But that’s what therapists do, you told yourself, they get to know their patients even if the other half was missing. Other half, partner in crime, lover, husband, whatever he was had been missing for quite some time now. Moments like this made you think about leaving, you had the money to be able to live by yourself for a while and you could always go full time. But thinking about how much it would affect him saddened you. It seemed like you still cared for the man that rarely showed you any emotion. Out of frustration, you cleaned the house. The distraction was well needed especially after he never showed for your session, not even sending a message to excuse himself. You couldn’t be angry though, he was a hard-working man and you knew he worked hard to get this far in his career. As you cleaned the house, you found photo albums. The pictures of your wedding, when did it all go wrong? It almost felt unreal going through the pictures, the pictures of the both of you smiling and holding hands, kissing and dancing. 
The first time he ever had a full conversation with you was when he had found a scribbled piece of paper on your side of the bedroom. It was crumbled up, aimed to be thrown away but he had gotten his hands on it thinking it was paperwork. Well, it wasn’t exactly a civil conversation but more like yelling. “What is this?” He asked, holding the yellow paper up. You closed the book and placed it on your lap. Your breath hitched at the sight of it, feeling your blood run cold. It was a letter you had written after too many wine glasses of sweet red. A letter were you expressed your anger and your hurt, were you yearned to feel his love again but also desperate to never come back. A letter that explained to him that he could shove his empty promises up his ass and about how much you hoped to find the courage to just pack up your things and just leave. “I asked you a fucking question, what is this?” His voice was loud, booming even and it scared you. You felt the tears start to form but you bit your tongue, trying your best not to let them out. “Don’t cry, all you do is fucking cry!” Maybe this argument is what you needed, something that got both of you heated enough to confess your true feelings. “And what if all I do is cry? Can you blame me? All I do is live in your shadow and throw on a fake smile for this shit-show we call a marriage!” The tears came in running, blurring your vision like it had many times before. You weren’t able to see his expression but it was obvious he was still fuming. 
“How is this ‘shit-show’ ever going to get better if you don't ever try? All you do is sit on your ass and mope and cry and just fucking exist for no reason. God, sometimes I wish you had a little bit more personality!” His words were strong, his voice was as well. It was clear that he had wanted to say that for a while after it so naturally rolled off his tongue. You winced at his words but he still didn’t back off, seeing you hurt did not matter to him anymore. Rubbing your tears away, you stood up, letting the hardcover book fall to ground making it thud. “Fuck you, I don’t need this.” The ring pulled from your finger with so much ease, it felt like a breath of fresh air and you sobbed at the feeling of letting go. You threw the ring at his feet which he stared at in disbelief. Were you seriously ready to throw this marriage away? He clenched his jaw looking up to face you. You were quick on your feet, leaving the house barefoot and only with your wallet and car keys. ‘Please chase me.’ But he didn’t, and just like that, you were gone. And for the last time you thought to yourself, ‘No, it would not get better.’
Marriage is not always easy, and letting go isn’t easy as well but sometimes it needs to be done before it completely ruins you and your spirit. 
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vampiregirl1797 · 4 years
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Hopeless: Chapter Seven
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I groaned at the dull aching in my neck as I regained consciousness, proof that my neck had been snapped. When the memories of what had happened came back to me my eyes jumped open. Everything was upside down and it took about three seconds for me to realise I was tied to a tree by my feet, leaving me the wrong way up. I was glad that my skirt had been tied into the knot that secured my feet, for that would have been a whole other problem. Just as I reached up to break the ropes, a hand stopped me.
 ‘Why am I upside down?’ I asked the alpha, hoping conversation would delay the inevitable.
 I could tell that night had completely fallen now, fire torches were the only things lighting the clearing, though I was surprised he was the only one there.
‘I’ve been bleeding you out.’ He replied, and he was right, I hadn’t noticed the dried blood on my arms until that moment, or the pools of crimson on the floor, ‘I’m going to release you just before the moon reaches its apex and we’re going to chase you down.’
 ‘That sounds like fun.’ I muttered sarcastically, ‘what is that, some kind of wolf bonding exercise?’
 ‘As a matter of fact, yes it is.’ He grinned and it was all teeth.
 ‘Well then where is everyone?’
 ‘A mile away, gotta give you a head start or it will be over far too soon.’ He said, casually bringing a blade to my wrist and dragging it down to my elbow.
 I bit back my scream of pain when he repeated the action on my other arm before throwing the blade to the ground.
 ‘That should be enough. The moon will be rising soon, enjoy your last few moments, blood sucker.’ He sneered and walked away, leaving me struggling to stay conscious from the blood loss.
 When I was sure he was out of earshot I tried to lean up again, but I couldn’t find the strength. I couldn’t die like this, Klaus knew why the ritual failed before, but I needed to make sure that this time was a success. My family and friends were counting on me. I felt my stubborn streak rise up inside of me and I managed to reach the ropes. It took a lot longer than it should have, but I managed to snap the rope and when I landed on the ground I untied my legs and unsteadily got to my feet. Taking a deep breath, I focused my hearing—the pack was definitely close and they were in the path I would need to take to reach the Mikaelson mansion. I inwardly cursed and started heading in that direction, being sure to stay as far away from them as possible when I reached them. The relief at making it past them didn’t last long as after about five minutes of stumbling I heard bones breaking. They had started. I’d learned from Tyler that the more wolves transformed, the quicker the transformation happened. I was willing to bet that these wolves had transformed more than a few times. Using my last bit of strength I flashed forward, managing to make it to the woods directly in front of the house.
 ‘Klaus!’ I yelled but looked behind me when I heard twigs breaking.
 When I was met with several fully transformed wolves I felt my stomach drop. I saw one lunge for me and I closed my eyes, fully ready to accept that I was as good as dead. A whimper followed by a crash made my eyes snap open in surprise and what I saw surprised me and relieved me at the same time. Klaus had thrown the wolf that had lunged at me into a tree with enough force to knock it out, and was steadily working his way through dismembering the others. With his strength and speed it didn’t take him long to deal with the four that had caught up with me. Before I knew it, he was in front of me, his hands grasping my upper arms, but I barely registered it, because he was looking at me with an expression of pure worry on his face. Though admittedly, due to my weakened state he was a little unfocused and so my sight wasn’t completely reliable. There was no way he was concerned about me.
 ‘Evangeline, look at me.’ His hand went to the side of my face, bringing my gaze to his.
 ‘They’re coming.’ I murmured and I was grateful he was holding me because if he weren’t, I would have fallen to the floor.
 ‘Let’s get you inside, love,’ he whispered, but before he could lift me up, the sound of growling filled the air.
 Klaus’ face hardened and he shifted me to stand behind him as he faced the newcomers. I felt my knees buckle without him supporting me and I was helpless to stop myself from falling to the floor. I was sure I was about to pass out, but before I could I felt a sharp sting in my side that made me scream before blackness consumed me once again.
 Klaus’ POV
 ‘Elijah!’ I yelled as I rushed into the house, carrying Evangeline’s body in my arms.
 I had managed to destroy all of the wolves, but not before one had bitten her. The feeling that accompanied me hearing her shout for me was a feeling I hadn’t felt in centuries—complete and utter fear.
 ‘What happened?’ Elijah’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
 ‘A wolf bit her.’ I growled, blinking away the tears in my eyes, ‘find me a witch, any witch.’
 ‘Brother—,’ Elijah started, probably about to remind me that no witch was going to be able to stop the inevitable but I didn’t want to hear it.
 ‘Now!’ I roared before taking Evangeline to my room.
 I laid her down onto the bed, brushing her hair out of her face and frowning at how pale she had already gotten. Wolf bites wouldn’t usually work so quickly, but the state she had already been in was hurrying the process along at an alarming rate. Watching helplessly as she deteriorated wasn’t something I wanted to do, so I decided to take a different approach. I took her hand in mine and opened up my mind before delving into hers.
 Evangeline’s POV
 The smell of bacon cooking roused me from my sleep. It must have been Saturday; mom always cooked bacon on the first day of the weekend as well as pancakes. I rolled out of bed and pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, smiling when I heard Elena skipping down the hall. After grabbing my dressing gown I followed after her, eager to eat breakfast. Today was going to be a good day.
 ‘Good morning family,’ I greeted brightly, ruffling Elena’s hair on my way past her to take my seat.
 ‘Hey!’ she complained around a mouthful of bacon, making me chuckle.
 ‘You’re chipper this morning.’ Mom said with a little laugh, her hand coming to the side of my face for a moment before falling away.
 ‘I have a good feeling. I’m gonna roll with it.’ I said in between mouthfuls of pancakes, ‘is dad already at work?’
 ‘Yeah one of his patients went into labour early this morning. He went to the surgery from there.’ Mom answered after taking a sip of coffee.
 ‘When’s aunt Jenna getting here?’ Elena asked, standing from the table and loading her dishes in the dishwasher.
 ‘This afternoon.’ Mom said, watching Elena’s movements with a knowing eye, ‘although she’s staying longer than she planned so if you want to go to this party tonight, you’ll get to see her tomorrow.’
 ‘Really?’ Elena’s expression brightened and when mom nodded she squealed and ran over to hug her.
 ‘Same rules apply. In by eleven and no drinking.’ Mom gave her a stern look and Elena nodded with an innocent expression.
 I laughed but then something occurred to me—this had already happened. This exact day was the day my mom and dad had died. How was this happening? Was I dreaming?
 ‘Sweetie would you get that?’ Mom said, patting my arm.
 ‘Get what?’ I frowned.
 ‘The door.’ She smiled, and at that moment the doorbell rang.
 I stood to answer it, a feeling of uncertainty burrowing in my gut, but when I opened the door a feeling of relief washed over me.
 ‘Klaus.’ I breathed, stepping out onto the porch with him.
 ‘Hello, love.’ He smirked, though he was surprised when I leaped into his arms and hugged him hard—he was the only connection I had to genuine reality right now. Last I remembered I was running from some wolves in the fifteenth century and I’d reached Klaus’ arms.
 ‘I must say, this is not what I was expecting the future to look like.’ His comment distracted me from my worry and I pulled back from him to give him an amused look.
 ‘Ah, yes, you’re dressed how I’m used to seeing you.’ I joked, observing his shorter hair, brown leather jacket and jeans.
 ‘I much prefer the fashion here.’ He said looking over his own outfit. When his gaze moved over to mine he looked a mixture of confused and amused.
 ‘Believe it or not, nightwear is much more comfortable in the future.’ I told him, very matter-of-fact.
 ‘I can see that.’ He smirked and offered me his arm, which I took after smiling in bemusement at the gesture, ‘show me around your little town, love.’
 ‘Is that a good idea?’ I wondered but I led him to my car anyway, pleased to find my keys in the jacket of my bathrobe, ‘showing you what life will be like in six hundred years?’
 ‘It can’t hurt,’ he smiled, taking a moment to observe my car in amazement before climbing into the passenger seat, ‘what is this?’
 ‘It’s called a car, not as traditional as a horse and carriage, but it gets you where you need to go.’ I teased, deciding not to turn on the radio in favour of not wanting him to combust.
 ‘So where are you taking me?’ Klaus wondered, staring at the surroundings with wrapt interest.
 ‘I’m taking you to the Mystic Grill. It’s the prime hangout here.’ I informed him, pulling into an empty parking spot and gesturing at the establishment, ‘you can see how different alcohol tastes in the future.’
 ‘Lead the way love.’ Klaus smiled following me out of the car and into the bar.
 It was exactly how I remembered it that day; of course I’d originally come for lunch with my mom. The people were all there, Matt was busting tables, and Tyler was playing pool with Vicki hovering around him. I smiled faintly at the familiarity, of course in reality, Vicki wasn’t alive and neither was my Mom or Dad. I didn’t know why I was having this “dream” but I was going to roll with it for as long as I could.
 ‘Two bourbons please, Jeff,’ I grinned at the middle-aged man behind the bar.
 Klaus slipped into the stool next to mine and accepted the drink with an amused smirk.
 ‘Of all the things you could have had me doing… this is not what I expected.’ He commented, taking a sip of the bourbon.
 ‘This is the day my parents died,’ I murmured, smiling slightly when his eyes widened in surprise, ‘I woke up to pancakes and mom letting Elena go to this party she’s been asking about all week. I would have come to the Grill for lunch with my mom and then headed over to the library to start my summer reading.’
 ‘Summer reading?’
 ‘I was about to start my first semester at collage…’ I continued when he looked confused, ‘it’s somewhere you can go to get refined skills in specific subjects. I was there most of the day, and I went home to dinner with my family, apart from Elena. It was going perfectly well, until Elena called for a ride home. Mom and Dad left but never came back.’
 ‘Being heartbroken over the loss of a parent is not something I can relate to,’ he admitted, looking down for a moment before looking over to me, ‘but I’m sorry, love.’
 ‘I miss them every day. But it does get easier.’ I murmured, ‘I hate to say that because it shouldn’t should it? The pain of missing them should grow every day, not lessen.’
 ‘Those who love us, never truly leave us.’ Klaus said softly, his hand resting on top of mine, ‘you don’t need to feel guilty about not missing them as much because they’re always going to be with you.’
 I hadn’t realised I was crying until he gently wiped away the tears from my cheeks. I cleared my throat.
 ‘Thank you. I needed to hear that.’ I smiled softly and shook my head, ‘come on, I want to show you something.’
 Klaus allowed me to drag him back to my car, where I drove him to Mystic Falls High School. I grinned at him as he eyed the building curiously.
 ‘This is where I went to high school,’ I told him, taking his hand and leading him to the front doors, ‘of course it’s the weekend, but we have supernatural strength.’
 I shot him a mischievous look that made him chuckle as I broke the chains that had the doors locked. After throwing them to the ground, I opened them and led him inside.
 ‘How long were you in high school for?’ Klaus asked, glancing around at the lockers, classrooms and stopping to look at the class case that held pictures of past sports teams.
 ‘Four very long years.’ I said very melodramatically.
 ‘You didn’t enjoy it?’ he wondered.
 ‘Sometimes I did.’ I nodded, ‘and sometimes I didn’t. It was a… unique experience. Of course, when I graduated, every time I came back to this school it was for something bad.’
 ‘How do you mean?’ He frowned and I pursed my lips, debating whether to tell him—I had held back the fact Elena was a doppelgänger on purpose when I told him about the future the other day. But it seemed futile now, what difference did it make with him knowing about Elena?
 ‘I’ll show you.’ I said, an idea forming as I dragged him to the cafeteria, I pulled him into the corner and let the memory of Elena and I being attacked by one of the tomb vampires play out in front of us.
 We had both managed to fight him off, using pencils and I even managed to steak him in the back. Before he could retaliate out of anger, Damon and Stefan had arrived.
 ‘Your sister is the next doppelgänger.’ Klaus realised, looking over to me with an astonished look on his face, ‘that’s why you want me to complete the ritual now.’
 ‘It’s one of the reasons.’ I nodded, hoping I wasn’t making the wrong decision by telling him, but at the same time I knew I hadn’t.
 ‘What are the others?’ He asked, squeezing my hand gently.
 I had already told him what he had done when he came to Mystic Falls, but maybe showing him would help him understand more. I took a deep breath and imagined we were back at my house, internally cursing myself for driving around when I could have manipulated the scenes around me. When I opened my eyes, we were stood in the hallway and I silently pulled Klaus so we were standing side by side, looking in on the living room.
 ‘Those are the reasons.’ I smiled softly watching Elena and Jeremy arguing over who got the last valentine’s chocolate.
 Jenna walked in from the kitchen and took the box out from the middle of them, telling them that seeing as she was the only one not to receive anything for valentines, she deserved it. Jeremy and Elena didn’t argue, holding up their hands in surrender.
 ‘That’s my aunt Jenna.’ I said softly, being careful to keep the anger out of my voice, ‘I told you about her.  You turned into a vampire and used in the ritual to unlock your werewolf side.’
 Klaus looked surprised, glancing in between me, and the light-hearted family scene that was taking place in the next room. I looked away from him, taking in every detail I could. The sound of Jenna’s laugh, the way she teased Jeremy over his valentine, which Elena enjoyed until she turned her antics on the older Gilbert sibling.
 ‘You miss her,’ he noted, when my eyes flickered over to him I noticed he was watching me.
 ‘I do. When our parents died she was all we had. She suddenly had three teenagers that she was obligated to care for overnight and honestly I don’t know how any of us would have gotten through it without her.’ I felt tears trailing down my cheeks, but didn’t bother with wiping them away.
 His hand came up to the side of my face to wipe the moisture away, and I felt myself unintentionally leaning into his touch, but something broke the moment. A sharp pain flared up in my side and I whimpered, pulling away from Klaus to lift up my shirt, revealing a bite mark.
 ‘Is this real?’ I asked in a small voice, not meeting his eyes in fear for what I’d find.
 ‘Yes,’ he said reluctantly, his index finger went to my chin to force me to meet his gaze, ‘I have Elijah on his way with a witch.’
 ‘There’s only one cure for a werewolf bite.’ I told him, suddenly weak—apparently I’d been distracted from reality for as long as I could. The irony wasn’t lost in me—the two pieces of information I’d wanted to keep to myself, I had ended up telling him in less than twenty-four hours.
 ‘What is it?’ he demanded urgently.
 ‘Your blood.’ I said simply and I felt the alternate world we were consumed in collapse around me.
 ‘Klaus?’ I groaned; I could feel the fever burning underneath my skin, the sweat and the pain erupting from my side.
 ‘Here, love.’ He said and my eyes snapped open when I smelled blood.
 His wrist was in front of my face, a bite mark already in place to release the blood from underneath his skin. I could feel the veins growing underneath my eyes at the sight; I had been weak and hungry before I’d been bitten and now it had increased ten fold.
 ‘I might take too much.’ I warned him, already bringing his wrist to my mouth and moaning when a few drops spilled onto my lips.
 ‘Take as much as you need. It won’t kill me.’ Klaus assured me, lifting my head up to make it easier.
 Without further hesitation, I allowed my vampire face to come forward and I bit into his skin, savouring the taste of his blood on my tongue. He tasted exquisite; even better than the first time I tasted blood. I didn’t think it was possible, humans were supposed to be the best food source for vampires, but I could have easily survived on Klaus’ blood without any complaint. I drank until the fever broke, until the pain stopped, until the wound on my side stitched itself back together, and my hunger was satisfied. When I was finished, Klaus wasn’t any worse for wear; he continued gently stroking my hear and when my fangs withdrew from his skin, he kissed my forehead and lay me back down on the bed, where I went without complaint. I was more than happy to sleep, as the whole days events had been more than exhausting.
 Klaus’ POV
 I heard her breathing even out and felt myself release a sigh of relief that she had been right; my blood had cured her werewolf bite. She was going to be okay. Now that I knew that, I was fully able to digest all of the information she had given me while I’d been inside of her head. What she had both told me and shown me in the last twenty-four hours made me realise a few things. First, she was telling the truth about coming back for her family, and I couldn’t blame her, because her sister would have had to die for the ritual to be completed. Second, she was one of the strongest women I knew; she lost her parents, her aunt, her life and she was the one who shouldered the responsibility for her family. Third, I vowed that even if Katherine got away this time, I was never going to walk into her life and tear it apart like I had before, because… she didn’t hate me. She should have, but she didn’t. That was made clear when she comforted me by the river and told me she wasn’t going to blame me for something I hadn’t done yet, when she easily could have and with reasonable justification. And another reason that I wouldn’t hurt her sister, or any members of her family was because I wouldn’t be the reason that her life was ripped away from her, hindering her from living a full immortal life. I couldn’t hurt her. Not when I was more than certain that my affection for her was starting to become more than me fancying her. There were a few things that needed to be done, to assure that Evangeline went back to the future she deserved.
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