#cary agos x reader fluff

[shaynawrites23]

hi! i love the cary agos fics you wrote, and i was wondering if you could do one where he’s planning a romantic trip for his girlfriend’s birthday? thank you!

Romantic Getaway

Word count: 1033

A/N: I'm not entirely sure this is what you had in mind, and I apologize if I didn't get his character quite right in this one, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

It's not unlike Cary to have plans for your birthday. Plans with you, in any case. Every year, you tell him all you want is time with him, special time alone during which neither of you have to worry about work and you can focus completely on the other.

And every year, Cary fulfils your request.

Five birthdays. That's how many you've celebrated with him; it might have been six, if you'd met just slightly earlier than you did. If you didn't care much for birthdays before, Cary would be the one reason why you do now, with how much he dotes on you, showering you with affection every time.

Cary's always affectionate, but even more so on your birthday. The day to celebrate your existence, to remind you how much you're cared for, how much he loves that you're here and alive and that you're here with him.

Of course, you never know in advance what he has up his sleeve. The lawyer takes secrets and surprises to a whole new level, never letting you even catch a hint of what he's got planned until he's ready to reveal it, and this year is no exception. For several months now, he's had this trip planned, ensuring neither you nor him would have any work obligations for a week, and all the travel details have been arranged and double checked a dozen times over.

Only the best for his angel.

Oh, he knows you don't care, you've told him time and time again just having him on your special day is more than enough. He knows you're happy just sitting on the couch watching movies with his arms around your waist and your head tucked under his chin, where you fit so perfectly, but he still longs to make your birthdays memorable. Cary is observant, and never fails to pick up on the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's taking you out, or to pack up for a little getaway, with that bright twinkle in his warm, brown eyes that promises you a good time and plenty of kisses.

This day starts just like all birthdays do for you. Cary's arms still cradle you to him when you wake, his chest rising and falling in time with his slow breathing; it feels like safety and comfort. You know he always wants to make your birthdays about you, but as you wriggle up slightly to be able to look at your boyfriend, you can't help the soft smile on your face.

You're worth the world if it makes you smile like that, and he intends to devote the rest of his life to making you happy. Starting with tomorrow. Little do you know, he has a small black ring box in his coat pocket, and it's for you.

He looks like an angel, you always think. Gorgeous enough a man when he's awake, there's always this sense of giddy pride that fills your heart, alongside the love, when you realize once more that yours is the bed he chooses to fall asleep in, that you are the person he trusts so when he's asleep.

As though he can feel your gaze on him, he stirs, eyes fluttering open softly and then you're greeted by that warm, golden brown you adore so.

"Happy birthday, angel," he murmurs, arms reaching for you to pull you back into his embrace, and you let him, content to spend the first moments of your day together resting on his chest. "The way you're starin' at me though, I'd think it was my special day and not yours."

"Shush, and give me a birthday kiss," you demand, wriggling back up to face him, and Cary obliges with a grin. You kiss him once, twice more, just because you swear he gives the best kisses, and then you pull back to speak again. "So... did you listen to what I said this year?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Oh, but you know better. That cheeky grin, the twinkle in his eyes... he didn't. He never does.

"Do you wanna know what we're doing this year?"

How could you not? Your curiosity is piqued, and you nod. Cary gently moves you off his chest, warm hands on your shoulders, and reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand. You watch him as he does, watching the way this beautiful man moves so gracefully, and you nearly miss how he produces a clean, cream colored envelope, just like the ones he uses at work every day. As he hands it to you, though, you notice your name penciled in his handwriting in the corner; does your name always look prettier when he writes it?

"Go on, angel, open it."

You do. It's thicker than what you'd expect from a simple letter, and the first thing that falls out is tickets. Plane tickets. The cogs are turning in your head as you slip out another paper, and another... A hotel booking. Couples' massage. Spa day. A map of Paris...

You're going to Paris. With your boyfriend.

He must see the disbelief on your face, laughing softly at your expression. "Happy birthday, baby. Do you like it?"

"Yes!!" It comes out a little louder than you'd intended, but neither of you care as you fling your arms around him, pressing five kisses to his face in quick succession before Cary turns his head just right to catch your lips in a proper kiss. "I love it. You know I love traveling with you. Oh my gosh, Cary, how did you do this-"

You won't find out. Cary may love you, but he's good at keeping secrets, and the way his eyes twinkle at you, you realize he won't say. What he does tell you is, "Get your suitcase, darling, we're leaving tonight."

Tonight. Tomorrow, you'll be in France, in the oh so well known city of love, and safe to say, you're excited. Seven kisses later, you've hopped off of him to prepare, and Cary's left in bed a moment longer, gazing after you with a soft smile on his face. God, how did he get so lucky?

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Golden Girl

Chapter 1

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Rating: Mature. 18+ (Minors DNI)  Summary: What happens when you discover your husband has been cheating on you? You call his best friend to help comfort you. Warnings: Dieter's POV, infidelity, heartbreak, some allusions to smutty thoughts but nothing extreme, pining, fluff, comfort, drug and alcohol mentions, Dieter's down bad for his best friend's wife. Words: 2,900

A/N: This was written for @punkshort's anniversary AU challenge. I received husband's best friend Dieter Bravo. I've been in the Dieter den lately, so of course I had a lot of fun writing this soft, pining side of him. The film featured in this fic, The Philadelphia Story, is one of my favorite movies ever, and I wanted to use it in this. Mike, Dex, and Tracy are all characters in the movie. FYI… the movie is free on Tubi. :)

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He can't do this. He absolutely cannot do this. 

“Dieter, I– can you just come over? I don’t want to be alone.” 

He has to do this. He absolutely has to do this.

Your voice is so defeated, bereft, empty. It pains him to even think of the despair you feel inside.

How fucking dare he. Fucking Warren. He wonders why he feels like he owes him his friendship, his time, his loyalty. Fuck that. Breaking your heart, leaving your bright light dim after taking everything from you. He’s sat idly by for years numbing the pain of watching his closest friend pilfer you, the girl of his dreams. 

Eight years of marriage gone in a blink of an eye just so Warren can fuck and supposedly fall in love with his brand new leggy blonde coworker. Warren’s always been good at taking what he wants. Hell, he took you away from him. Yeah, Dieter may have an Oscar… but he doesn’t have the girl. 

He drives to your house, the same home you used to share with your husband. He wishes he could trade in his mega mansion and live with you in the two story colonial made warm and inviting only under your touch. Warren liked to remind you he paid for it all, but what use is money when there’s no heart?

He locks his car and inhales a deep breath before taking the walkway to the side entrance, the one only close friends use. The fresh fragrance of the peonies that you planted all over the yard makes his heart ache even more for you as he opens the door. 

The house is quiet, save for the sound of your sniffles, a singular lamp casts the living room in a solemn umber tone. 

“Sweets?” He can’t help it, he’s called you that since the first night he met you in that Venice dive bar all those years ago. He was infatuated with you from the first time he saw you, smiling and laughing with your friends, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He introduced himself, you shouted your name back, grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. He kissed you when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. God, your lips tasted like sugar from those damn overly sweet drinks. 

Your head surfaces from the couch, the sight of you wounds him… red rimmed eyes, tear streaked face, and puffy lips. You look like hell and yet you’re more beautiful than any gorgeous actress he’s acted alongside. 

He joins you on the couch, gathering your blanket covered form in his arms trying to calm your shaking sobs with a kiss against the top of your head. He rocks you like a baby, shushing you and holding you tight. His big brown eyes blink back tears, tamping down the guilt he feels over how much he loves holding you. 

He’s never been good at these situations, he’s a great actor and can cry on command, but when it comes to consoling and emotions, he’s always easily overwhelmed. His mind races, too terrified to do wrong by you; all he can think of is your favorite movie. He grabs the remote, navigating the menu to play the film. He might forget where he puts his keys or what he has for breakfast but he always remembers everything about you. Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant battle for Katherine Hepburn’s heart. Ouch. He wishes he would have fought harder for you all those years ago.

You cuddle into his arms closer, sniffling out a soft “thank you” when the movie begins.

Tracy breaks Dex’s golf club. He hopes you’ll do the same to Warren’s once you summon the strength. 

Dieter also loves this movie, the both of you first connected over your shared love of classic cinema. You wanted to act, Warren put an end to that… he didn’t want to ‘share you’ with the world. He’s so tired of Warren’s bullshit, he’s so fucking pissed off, all of those wasted years you could have been happy alone… or with him. 

He’s so angry he could kill Warren. He reminds himself now’s not the time for vexation, settling deeper against the soft cushions, cradling and softly assuring he’s here for you. Dex walks back into Tracy’s life on the screen; he prays Warren won’t be able to do the same. He calms his anger at Warren by pretending he’s here watching a movie with his favorite girl, ignoring the reality that he’s holding your shattered heart and body, picking up the mess that his so-called “good guy” best friend made. He’ll take Warren’s mess any day.

Your bleary eyes focus on the black and white film playing on the TV. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and moves to pull his hand away. A tiny “no, stay” whimpers out of your mouth, his fingers remain. He doesn’t stop gently rubbing your soft skin through the whole movie. 

Mike professes his feelings to Tracy. “No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.”

He feels the quote in his bones, in his heart, in every single drug and drink he’s taken trying to get you out of his head. You’re golden, Warren has left you rusted. 

It’s always been you. His marriage to Anika, he stood at the altar dreaming of you walking through that Las Vegas chapel doorway. The dissolution of those vows arriving soon after, he signed his name on the divorce papers while giddily anticipating your arrival to soothe him. His fuckboy ways he’s now so famous for, he always thinks about touching your body and hearing your moans whenever he enters whatever pretty person opens their legs for him. 

The credits roll. You sit up and stretch while he mourns the loss of your body against his.

“Do you need anything?” He asks, adjusting the blanket on your shoulders. 

“No,” you croak out, “I– thank you for coming over. I think this is it Dee, I can’t do this again. What did I do wrong?” Your head buries into your hands, a new batch of tears begin falling.

“No, no, no, baby, no,” he grabs your arms, wrapping his hands over yours and squeezing. “You’ve done nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all. Warren– he’s,” he sighs, “I don’t even recognize the friend I once knew.” 

Your solemn nod and downcast eyes almost causes his heart to break and fall on the ground next to yours. 

“Sweets, he’s a fucking idiot,” he tries to stop his words from coming out, but he loses the fight. Blame it on too many years of standing to the side and watching Warren slowly take away everything you loved brick by brick. “You a–you are brilliant, funny, beautiful, caring, y-you deserve the world.”

“You just have to say that…” your voice is so small, so infantile. 

“I don’t,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from divulging more. “Trust me Sweets, I–I don’t.”

He dreams of the moment he’ll be able to tell you how he feels, how he’s always felt, how hard it’s been to watch his closest friend snuff out the light of the girl of his dreams, how he’ll never forgive himself for standing idly by while escaping in a haze of drugs and alcohol. Easy vices he found that could never mend his envious heart. 

He changes the subject, distracts you, and mostly himself, from letting his true feelings out. “Did you want to watch another movie?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I really want a bath. I feel so dry, my eyes are burning.”

He tucks down the thoughts of you in a bathtub, on normal days he’d send himself down a spiral thinking of you naked, rubbing soap across your body, humming a contented sigh and stretching out your relaxed limbs. 

“I’ll go get it ready for you,” he says, rising off the couch and heading towards the stairs.

“C-could you do it in the guest room? I-I don’t want to be in… our room alone,” your voice cracks with embarrassment.  

He turns back to you, his head falls at your request and the look of shame across your face. He strides over and kneels in front of you, gathering your hands in his and holding them tight. “Whatever you need Sweets,” he stares into your eyes, “whatever you need.”

A small smile lifts the side of your mouth, his heart thumps against his chest at the realization he made you happy. “Thank you Dee, you’re the best.”

He nods before standing up and heading for the guest room upstairs. 

Each step he takes the more his sense of duty to help and improve your terrible day blooms inside of him. He walks into the guest room, the same room he stays in when he parties too much, usually because alcohol helps him numb the want for you he holds inside. He flicks the bathroom light on, admiring everything you designed, this house is your house, he’s going to fight like hell to make sure you keep it. 

He turns the tap on making sure the water is hot enough for you before placing a towel on the stool next to the tub. He wonders where you always get the fluffiest towels from, just another layer of your softness and care for the things around you. A bottle of bath oil lays on the tub edge, he picks it up and smells the sweet scent of almond and honey before pouring a bit into the warm water. 

He turns around when he hears you walk into the bathroom. A shy smile is on your face, you’re still so beautiful even when you look utterly devastated. 

“I think it’s warm enough for you,” he says, swishing his hand in the bathwater. “Do you want the jets?”

“I’ll take care of it Dee, thanks,” you begin unbuttoning your pajama top, revealing your light pink bra. You’re so comfortable in front of him, if only you knew the way he thinks about you. Dieter swallows, and with the heaviest most unreluctant body moves around you to the doorway. He’d do anything to watch this, but not tonight. You’re too vulnerable, he can’t take advantage of his dream. 

“Just let me know if you need anything,” he offers before shutting the door, hating that he knows it’s best to be a better man.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, a guilty smirk develops when he realizes it’s the same bed he’d touch himself on whenever he’d overhear your moans as Warren took the body Dieter always craved. He plays with the gold ring in his ear, he wonders if Warren’s still wearing his wedding ring.

His head perks when he hears the sound of your feet dipping into the tub, your body settling into the water, and the sigh you let out as you relax into the warm bath. He fights the lust coursing through his body, you’re naked and only ten feet away from him. 

Distract, distract, distract, he thinks to himself reaching for the remote and turning the TV on to a rerun of South Park; he turns the volume down, he just can’t fathom drowning out the sounds of your bath, he likes hearing the whoosh of water as you move. 

“Dee,” you shout from the bathroom, “I–can you get me my robe from my room? It’s hanging up behind the bathroom door.” 

“Of course,” he steadfastly gets up, “I’ll be right back.” 

The last time he was in your room was when you and Warren purchased the house, he still remembers the jealousy he felt that day; watching Warren kiss his pretty wife in his brand new picturesque house complete with the shiny white picket fence. Norman fucking Rockwell could never paint a more perfect picture of suburban paradise. 

He looks at the bed with the pretty floral quilt laid atop it… you’re probably so warm and soft to sleep next to. There’s a frame on your bedside table holding a photo of you and Warren laughing on some grand vacation he probably took you on to get back in your good graces. He wonders what it would be like to feel your head against his chest, to have you so close he could feel your laughter vibrate against him. You have all sorts of lotions and tchotchkes on your table, quite a contrast from the clean table top on Warren’s side. He can almost hear his friend’s voice complaining about all of your clutter. 

He finds your robe and brings the soft downy fabric to his nose inhaling the scent of you, this must be what an angel smells like. So sweet.

He takes one last glance at your bed and imagines seeing you asleep under the covers, leaving you in your peaceful slumber every morning and going downstairs to make you coffee. He gets lost in his fantasy while walking back to the guest room, ignoring the photos of you and Warren that hang on the walls.

He taps against the bathroom door and holds out your robe, the thought crosses his mind yet again that you’re behind the ornate white piece of wood fully naked. You crack open the door, peeking your head out, your hair is wet, he tries to shush his brain thinking about how wet the rest of your body must be. You look better, more fresh faced; a sense of pride settles inside of him that he’s helped you tonight.

“Thank you Dee,” you smile and grab the robe before closing the door. 

He settles on the bed, stretching out on the mattress and resting his back against the headboard. Nervousness rears its head for what comes next. He knows he’s going to see you soon, your relaxed body will be wrapped in your soft robe… he has to be good and resist any sort of desire. He hasn’t been good at saying no to temptation, but you’re so much more special than a joint, a drink, or a pill. 

The bathroom door opens, there you are, freshly bathed and beautiful, your legs peek out from under the fleece fabric.

He swallows when you climb on the bed and sit next to him. Your legs are smooth and shiny from your bath, his mouth waters at the sight.

“He hated cartoons,” you whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back.

“I like cartoons,” you say, picking at a loose piece of fleece on your robe.

“I know. Cartoons are the best,” he doesn’t know how else to respond.

Your heart might be fractured right now, but the comfortable silence that’s shared between the two of you makes his heart race as the four kids from South Park get caught in hi-jinks. You chuckle as Butters gets adopted by Paris Hilton. He loves your laugh, hearing it tonight means even more to him. 

You scoot closer to him, he tries to calm his rapid heartbeat and breathing when you place your head on his chest. You smell of that saccharine bath oil he poured, he tamps down the thoughts of how it’d taste on your skin. 

“Dieter,” your head angles up to look at him, “c-can you sleep here with me?”

“Of course baby,” stop calling her baby, “a-anything you need.” 

“I’m just… I-I’m so tired and I don’t want to–”

“You don’t have to say a thing,” he says, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. 

You yawn a “thank you,” as your eyes flutter shut against his chest. 

Fucking Warren, you’re a goddamn idiot rushes through his head. He would give everything up to feel this every night. The Oscar, the mansion, the designer clothes, the luxury cars, gone in a blink of an eye if he could feel this sensation over and over again. To protect you, to console you, to love you… He lays wide awake next to you, his arm stays wrapped around your beautiful sleeping form all night. 

He can’t imagine what the next few days, weeks, and months will be like for you, all he can do right now is hold you in this guest bedroom bed and vow to stand by your side once you wake. He wishes he would have intervened earlier, saved you from ever feeling this way, of ever thinking you weren’t worth the world. 

Soft snores escape your slightly ajar mouth, you look so peaceful and beautiful. He’s dreamt of being able to wake up to this sight every morning ever since that first night in the bar, when he should have been the one to take you home… not Warren. 

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[qwertzze]

Today I woke up at 4am and decided that means its. Time to write a 4x ramble of mainly highlights

Now to copy-paste it here so I can uhhh add to it a bit

More than 14 years ago when the first piece of bfdi/xfohv content was released, 4 and x were the first two to have a spoken interaction. Furthermore, in that educational short film, 4 helped X Find Out His Value, the titular event. Later, upon reintroduction in bfdi/bfb proper, 4 has x be his cohost, which gives us more to go off of for their relationship. Highlights of this include: 4 making it a challenge to cool down x when he was on fire, / 4 speaking in unison with x (subscriber specials + have nots/have cots challenge), / 4 saying, and I quote, "but X is just looking for his treasure! I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN BECAUSE I MUST BE X'S ONLY TREASURE ", / in a flashback where x is telling the contestants about 4's love for bfdi, it's shown they lived together or at least spent a lot of time together before the show (also can I say seeing x get sad about 4 running away hit me hard), / 4 sung a cover of "All I Want For Christmas" directed AT X, outright calling him "baby" and telling him he would wait under the mistletoe for him (4X NATIONAL TREASURE HOLY SHIT I LOST IT THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT), / during Thanks for 800k, they did a parody of Honey I'm Home where the line was unfortunately replaced with "buddy I'm home" (4x disaster. We lost that day), / Cary confirmed that they were not related, and that he "liked the shipping", and "yeah, it's definitely canon" (to some extent. We can assume he didn't mean outright romantically, partial win), / 4 calls x "The best cohost money can buy", (he doesn't pay x), and earlier 4 had said "that's because I'm here! Yeah, I'm thinking of doing standup" in response to someone saying it's hot. X says something affirmative to this, I forget what exactly, but with ambiguity I can assume he meant that 4 is hot and noone can stop me, / 4 reads x's memory to find out who stole donut's diary, and x says "Ok! ...remember to keep my secrets" afterwards, / when bfb split into tpot and bfb, when x left, 4 not only got depressed, but referenced the original XFOHV short by saying "I just don't know what my value is, where my cohost is!" (Evil fucking homewrecker 2 I'll get them I WILL), asks ALL of his remaining contestants to help him get x back, before outright making it the challenge for the episode. When x is returned to 4, 4 says "x! I'm so happy to see you! Are you?" "That depends, how good are you at paddy cake?" "I'm super pro!" "Then I am happy as well!", / they have a lot of hugs, notably the one upon 4's return, and that one that is animated so that they reeaaallly look like they're making out, / I'm running out of notable moments hold on let me go watch a 4x compilation

I'm using masculine pronouns ffor both of them bc that's how they're referred to in the show, but as with all Algebraliens, they're genderless

OK OK I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TALK ABT X GETTING SAD WHEN 4 ENTERED THE GROUND. Sitting at the exact spot 4 entered the ground for months and watching his 43 imaginary bfdi seasons is so,, I mean all I'm saying is that hurt/comfort goes crazy for them (fanfic reader in me shining through)

AND THE "What do you think of roleplay?" LINE. That whole episode of them swapping appearances was so lovely for subtle 4x dynamic. I want I want more just fluffy moments with them,, just seeing how they banter and bounce off each other is so joyful. I'm a sucker for fluff

Generally X is just such a supportive friend and 4 loves them (Other than the LRC line - I really don't like the Limb Reattachment Center being a possibility even off screen. It messes with my perception of them, and it feels inconsistent with the rest of their relationship throughout the show. Maybe I'm just a massive hater and don't want my vanilla flavor fluffy best friend ships being toxic in some way. 4 screeching adds to this, but lesser as later when x made it a condition of him staying 4 stopped screeching)

4 was proud of x for doing bfb without them. Honestly, my earlier distaste for the LRC thing could be fixed by continued shows of progress in their relationship like this. I will read between all the lines I want to make sense of the behavioral changes, as someone who hasn't watched BFDI content other than all subscriber specials, the pi day massacre, tpot 11, and a 4x compilation. Part of my willingness to somewhat brush past is that 4 and X are very strong/durable people who, as far as we know, could live for eons. Mainly referencing Thanks For 900k's timeskip here. I hope they live forever <3

OHHH THE WHOLE SUBPLOT OF 4 TELLING THE CONTESTANTS TO RESPECT X'S ALOE VERA,, I mean, it's a subplot that leads into x catching on fire which leads to th e challenge being first to cool him down then to do something to help his aloe vera grow. But it was great. "If X says there are points, there are points" ...lovely

X offering 4 a juicebox when they feel bad <3

I hope these two title screens speak to their relationship, and my perception of them

[things-happens]

In Memory

Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Armin Arlert x gn! Reader

Erwin Smith x gn! Reader

Mikasa Ackerman x gn! Reader

hola 😎 i have a request for ya! which i do hope you like cause I literally spent hALF aN hoUR thinking of how it should go... anyWAYS, i’m gonna request it rn cause why not? .. anyways—maybe a hc for Levi, Armin, Erwin, Mikasa, and Pieck; their S/O’s favorite memories with them are playing in their mind. They wished it happened again. people thought they (they = pieck, levi, armin - yk)—people thought they went crazy. out of their mind insane. They do often smile, when they hear their S/O’s laugh. They cry when they hear their S/O’s screams. They couldn’t save them in time. they were now dead. // now do keep in mind, that this all happened weeks after their S/O’s death. they felt so useless at the fact that they couldn’t save them in time. the one they loved the most...

Note: I DELETED THIS AND HAD TO MADE THE POST so... please like and share thank you. Also I'm not caught up on season 4 but I know what has happened so I don't know Pieck's personality, I didn't want to get her wrong.

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Summary: their s/o passed, they blame themselves and other and sadly cannot cope.

Warnings: Death, Blood, Feels and Fluff Words: a lot just a lot

Levi Ackerman (Sadderdaze)

Somethings never change for Levi losing the ones he loves left and right but why did he think that would change with y/n.

During the Battle of Shiganshina, Y/n was by Levi’s side the whole time.

They always was anyways, the lone survivor of Levi’s Squad after the 57th Expansion. Years ago, they vowed the loyalty for him then again 3 years later, till death did them part.

They both lead the group of soldiers to eliminate the Beast Titan.

As the Beast began to throw rocks everyone took covered in an abandoned town, after the first-round y/n and Levi resurfaced on the roofs.

They both noticed the beast was readying for another throw, yelling for the other to go bad into cover.

“GO BACK!” Y/N yelled into their cupped hands; they still couldn’t hear them.

Levi started to run to help them, only to be held back, y/n telling him there isn’t enough time.

Levi protested only for Y/n starting to push him back down to between the houses.

Suddenly, Y/n gave him a hard push on his back making him lad down on the ground. Looking back up to his love, their leg of in a now, missing part of the roof.

Levi quickly shot back up to help them out, grabbing their hands pulling as hard as he could.

“Levi… LEVI! Please take cover, you’ll die.”

“I’m not leaving you behind… not again.”

Levi had left Y/n in charge of his squad as he joined Erwin in the 57th Expansion. Nearly dying because of the Female Titan and protecting Eren.

Y/n pulled their arm away from him, giving him one final hard push in the chest right before the rock came pass them.

“I love you” they whispered.

As Levi flew back to the ground, he held eye contact with them all of his memories going through his head, knowing that this was the last time he would see of them, forever.

As for y/n, all their memories flew through them.

Late nights with Hanjie, mornings drinking tea with Erwin and Levi.

Levi… the night of their wedding, cake, slow dancing together, then stargazing. Oh, what they’d give to do that one more time with him.

Then they were gone.

Days later, everyone was concerned about the Captain. They could hear his cries and sobs when they’d pass his room. If you’d knocked, his cries would stop, and he’d stay silent till he watched your feet leave.

Every time Hanjie would open his door to bring breakfast or dinner, they could see the hopefulness in his eyes only for them to fall. Not like he ate till he was starving and knew he had too.

Years later, as Levi slept at night, he could still hear the whisper and cries of his love. That’s all he could hear ever, yet now he hid it well.

The nights he couldn’t sleep he’d walk through the halls of the fallen soldiers. In the middle of all the paintings, was Erwin. A gold frame shining in the moon light. Next to him was y/n.

They also had a golden frame and at the top were their favorite floor in their favorite color. Whomever painted it, Levi thought they did an amazing job.

The captured the brightness of their eyes, their gloss on their hair and the perfection on their hands.

Levi sat on his knees, lightly placing his hand on theirs. Wishing he could feel them just one more time.

BONUS:

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies…” Zeke sighed.

Levi looked down thinking about y/n for the first time since the battle. “I was popular enough…”

Armin Arlert (When Will I See You Again)

Most people admired Y/n relationship with Armin, never put a title on side thing but the two and others knew they loved each other.

And when y/n died… well it was hard on everyone.

Since Armin inherited the Colossal Titian he saw and heard y/n die with his own eyes or really with Bertholdt eyes.

They stood by Armin till the very end or what they thought was the end.

The two stood in front of the giant titan, directing him. The plan… they knew they were going to die but it was with Armin and that’s all y/n would ever want.

Bertholdt let out the burning steam, burning them alive. y/n’s eyes looked at Armin, they screamed and cried till nothing… black.

Armin on the other head was giving the Titan Serum, eating Bertholdt and becoming the monsters he hated.

From the second he woke from the shift, all he could thing of was Y/n.

Where are they?

Are they okay?

Then and dare he say naturally, the memories caved in.

Seeing through his predecessor’s eyes, he remembered his love burn to death. Hearing their caries and he saw them always looking at him.

He cried and blamed himself for their death, y/n thought they were dying together but Eren couldn’t let him live in peace.

“they died thinking they were with me.” He whispered.

He always tired to keep his resentment in around Eren and Mikasa, but everyone could here him scream in pain in the forest next to the HQ.

He used Bertholdt’s memories to see them together all the time, Sasha and Mikasa would become worried he wasn’t grieving well but soon like screams every night stop.

Instead, it was quite crying at night, which wasn’t any better for anyone.

Then they left to find the Sea, one thing that could make Armin come to peace with himself.

Reaching the ocean everyone would play and have fun their but looking down in the water, Armin could’ve sworn he saw his love looking back at him but alas he lost the sight as fast as he saw it.

He knew Y/n would and still is by his side everyday till death brought them back to each other.

Erwin Smith (My Kind of Woman)

Everyone knew Erwin as a very stoic man, a calm gentle giant but with a heart and will of Iron.

And that was true, but that was after someone not one would talk about.

Their name is Y/n, Erwin Smith’s great love.

In 845, the Survey Corps returned from an expiation, but most do not know what happened.

“Four abnormals on the right wing!” some one shouted

Erwin looked at y/n who was smiling but still looking out for themselves and others. They looked over at Erwin and smiled even wilder.

Ever since training, Y/n saw bright side of things. It was their idea to recruit the Underground rebels.

In all most a flash of lighting, rain pored down soldiers dying all around.

10 abnormals flailing around, killing and eating people.

Erwin stared behind him, watching his comrades die under his orders. Then he locked eyes with y/n as they jumped off their horse as a Titan waved its arm at her.

“Erwin!”

Y/n yelled hoping he would turn and help them, and he did, yet despite the connection they had…

It was too late, they were harshly picked and swished, screams reaching everyone’s ears. Held above the Titan’s mouth their blood poured into then as the life quickly left their eyes they were dropped into its mouth.

If it wasn’t for Levi, Erwin would’ve been died too.

Ever second since then he blamed himself, knowing if he was just a little faster.

He paid someone to make a painting of her for his office, they were his right-hand person, but others knew it was more than that.

He would cry as quite as he could for years till it was small smiles or few tears while in his office or drinking tea with Levi or Hanji.

They both learned not to question it as it was a normal thing for the man after five years.

The new recruits would ask about the painting of a random person in his office, he would say someone special.

Yet it’s been years he would still become choked up that night.

Mikasa Ackerman (i wanna be your girlfriend)

Mikasa and Y/n met in training, two people how just sat not needing to say anything to enjoy each other’s company.

Eating dinner, they’d just sit and watch everyone else bicker and talk, nothing needed to be said. Despite being Sasha’s sibling, the older one seem to get all the personality then again there was nothing wrong with the way they were.

Although being close to death of a many of times, they lived and slightly loved Mikasa and watched her grow into a beautiful women she was.

Over the years, y/n become more vocal not wanting to miss out on the moments they had left with everyone. They and Jean would bicker and laugh about dumb things, Connie and they would just sitting and reminisce on old times.

Then Sasha met Nicolo and well y/n had never more vocal about anything before.

“Oooooh the cook, he’s perfect for you.”

y/n would tease Sasha along with Jean and Connie, although Nicolo didn’t seem to mind, Sasha would turn redder than a beet!

Then the war came, Y/n didn’t leave Mikasa side unless it was to save their ether extremely brave or stupid sister.

As y/n and Mikasa run to Eren’s ad after killing the War Hammer Titan, Mikasa yells at Eren.

Y/n watches the two argue, as the War Hammer Titan stands tall and definitely not dead.

Y/n watches as it starts to shoot a crystal goop at them, Y/n wipps around slamming themselves into Mikasa, holding onto her and they both flay away from the now hardened crystal.

“thank you, y/n.”

Y/n only nodded, looking back at the crystal. Again, they themselves in danger for Mikasa but they knew if it came down to it, they would die for their family.

After the battle, everyone was on the air ship, Mikasa had left y/n with Jean, Connie and Sasha. They talked happy to see each other alive.

“You guys are really special to me.”

Next thing anyone knew, both Jean and Y/n heard rumbling from the entrance. Turning around they saw a little girl with a rifle.

y/n quickly realized she was aiming for everyone of the ship, mainly their sister. Running in front of the fire, trying to do the same thing they once saw Hanjie do years ago still the girl shot.

The bullet went straight threw y/n’s stomach; push through the pain they grabbed the gun from the girl. They butted it into the little girl’s head, knocking her out.

The adrenaline wore off, y/n put their hand on their stomach. Their hand covered in blood, they turned around to see their sister on the floor surrounded by their friends.

“Guys…” they dropped the rifle on the floor.

The word came out their mouth, everyone with tears in their eyes slowly turned to look at them.

Jean watched as the blood dripped from their suit on to the light brown flooring.

Y/n began to walk to them, waddling side to side.

Mikasa entered the room watching Y/n fall over into what was now a pool of blood. She quickly ran over, flipping them over sobbing.

Jean quickly applied pressure into the wound, but it was too late. Y/n looked up at Mikasa, their bloodied hand lightly touching her face.

Mikasa sat head on her knees, in between both Blouse graves. She could still here the raspy breaths, the yells of Jean telling them to stay awake and the laugh Eren let out seeing the dead bodies.

She’d cry at nights realizing she loved them more than a friend, she felt like a piece of her was now gone.

During dinners Mikasa would push her food around till she couldn’t sit and not laugh or sob. Armin had become worried of her, but he knew she just needed time.

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how love works | myg drabble

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; your new colleague who ends up showing you around in your new job, finds his way to your broken heart

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨; yoongi x reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, nurse!yoongi, single mom!reader

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 5.5k

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: strong language, making out, mentions of sex

𝘢/𝘯: commissioned by @hyacinthgrrls​, thank you for being so patient about this one! I'm sorry if this one seems to be messy, but I really tried to squeeze everything you wanted here!

...I'd be more than happy to show you around, but unfortunately, my shift already started and I need to be there before Dr. Jung throws a fit,” His words are unclear, barely audible as he rushes through a long hallway, greeting a few patients along the way.

It feels like all hospitals look the same – white walls with a little bit of different, but still nonchalant colors popping every now and then. This one is matched with beige color, visible thanks to the intensive white lightening. The omnipresent smell of antiseptic caries through the whole hospital.

“Yoongi is going to show you around.” Namjoon, as you've learned his name just five minutes ago, says and briefly looks over the shoulder to check up on you, making sure you're catching up with him.

It's tough, his long legs move quickly and you barely get to catch up with him, ushering behind him. He finally stops in front of the white door, the same ones like all those tens you've just passed by, before he pushes it open and walks in. Following him, you close the door with a soft thud as you try to get a glimpse behind Namjoon's tall figure. He moves away, allowing you to see the whole room. It's medium sized room with two wooden tables next to the windows, a small kitchen unit on the left side with a white fridge.

It must be a break room, but before you can look around, your attention is caught by Namjoon's voice and another person in the room.

“Great, you're here!” Namjoon calls out enthusiastically, smacking his hands together as the young man with dark hair stares at him. “You're going to show Y/N around.”

His eyes widen, before he frowns with his puffed cheeks as he holds a sandwich in his hands. “I'm on my lunch break!” he exclaims with his full mouth, visibly annoyed by the sudden interruption of his chance to finally eat and take a break.

“I know, but Jung needs me and you're the only one free.”

Namjoon doesn't seem to be surprised by the man's grumpy attitude, not even when he grunts in annoyance at him. You watch the dark haired man swallow, putting down his sandwich before he opens his mouth.

“I'm not free, I'm on my lunch break.” he reminds him, dusting off his blue scrubs that nicely contrasts with his pale skin.

Understandably, you get his reaction of having to show someone around when it's his time to finally eat. You don't take it personally, but it still leaves you awkwardly standing next to Namjoon with tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

“I can wait.” you speak up, their eyes snapping to you as the man opens his mouth before he can, Namjoon already interjects.

“No, someone needs to show you around. It's your first day but you need to get to work as soon as possible.” he dismisses your idea immediately, glancing at his colleague that fumbles with his eyes before he sighs.

“Fine.” he mutters, tossing his almost untouched sandwich down onto the table.

“Great!” Namjoon exclaims in excitement and claps his hands again. “See you guys later!”

Not even waiting for you response, he's already out of the room and leaves the two of you alone. You wonder if the man hates you for not being able to finish his sandwich, which doesn't even look like a proper lunch, because of you. He sighs, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with your handbag clutched in your hands.

“It's okay if you want to finish that,” you speak up, feeling like you need to do something rather than just staying in silence with awkward atmosphere in the air. “I can wait.”

You've heard Namjoon, so did he, but you just need to say something and you feel bad for being a burden to him. The man looks up, meeting your eyes properly this time, and you expect him to glare at you or at least show kind of irritation, but his gaze is soft.

“No, it's okay I can finish it later,” he says, speaking to you for the first time with much more relaxed tone than he spoke with to Namjoon. “It's your first day here, huh?” he chuckles, packing his sandwich and places it into the fridge.

“Yeah,” you answer with a mere smile, noticing the untouched cup of coffee on the counter which makes you feel even more bad.

“I'm Yoongi,” he tells you, stretching his arm towards you. You take it, glancing into his dark orbs as you tell him your name.

Something about him makes you want to observe him, maybe it's his interesting personality you got to see and even though you don't know him, he doesn't look as intimidating as you first thought now that you think about it.

“Very well then, let's go before Namjoon bursts through those door again,” he jokes, causing you to laugh at that, remembering how in rush he's been ever since he introduced himself to you. “Come on.” he walks up to the door and opens it, motioning for you to go first as you thank him, ushering back to the busy hallway.

If Yoongi ever felt annoyed by the sudden interruption of his lunch break, he definitely doesn't seem to be in a bad mood at all. He's very polite, showing you each floor and explains how it works there, answering your every question with friendliness and even briefly talks about himself when you ask how long he's been working here.

For some reason, you're surprised when a 'four years' as an answer resounds from his mouth, you don't even know why but it makes sense, judging how much he knows about their work ethic and other employees. He makes you chuckle couple of times, whispering about some of the older nurses, warning you to stay away from them because they're grumpy all the time. You're pleasantly surprised by his humor and thanks to him, the nerves you've been feeling the whole morning are eased up. He doesn't know it, nor you acknowledge it loudly but you're grateful for him being the one who shows you around.

When he tells you it's your time to get changed to your work attire, you can't help but feel disappointed over the fact that it's over. His presence is weirdly pleasing and nice, and you wonder if the rest of your colleagues are such nice people as him.

He leads you through the hallway which you recognize as the same where the break room is, before he stops in front of the identical door, just with the different sign next to it.

“This is the dressing room, obviously, women and men have separated rooms.” he informs you, opening the door as he lets you to walk inside first before he follows after you.

You don't expect anyone to be there, especially not a woman wearing jeans with a bra covering her breasts as she looks at the both of you. Your cheeks heat up, not at the sight of her not covered chest, but from the situation. She doesn't seem to be phased, and her smile spreads into a huge grin as she cocks her brow at Yoongi.

“If you wanted to see me naked, Yoongi, you know all you need to do is just tell me.” she speaks up, lips curving into a smirk as she pulls out a shirt out of the opened locker, putting it on.

“Well, see, I'm not here for you.” he says nonchalantly, not phased by her flirtatious attitude which makes her grin even more.

“Ah, what a shame,” she sings out, closing her locker with a loud thud as she collects her handbag. “And who's this?”

“Y/N, our new colleague.” Yoongi answers before you can even open your mouth, and somehow, you're grateful for that.

Maybe it's the way she eyes you, wiggling her brow at Yoongi which you don't miss. She's not an introvert, for sure.

“Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Mishil but you can call me Misha.” she smiles, showing you a set of her white teeth in confident and cheerful smile.

You notice the dimple in her cheek and her sharp eyeliner, wondering if you might possibly look this good after the whole shift. She's beautiful, her strawberry blonde complimenting her soft skin and even though you can't see her mascara slightly smudged under her eyes, she can still pull it off.

“It's nice meeting you.” you smile at her.

“As much as I'd love to talk to you guys, I gotta go. The whole night shift was a nightmare,” she complains, rolling her eyes in exhaustion as she makes her way to the door. “Bye, bye!” she sings out, not waiting for the two of you to react, identical to the way Namjoon did it.

“...and she's gone.” Yoongi mutters, chuckling when he sees your widened eyes.

“She's... quite something.” you comment with a similar mutter.

“Yeah, you'll get used to her, it just takes some time.” he waves off his hand, assuring you.

“She's flirty.” you voice out your thoughts, causing him to chuckle once again.

You're not sure whether you said something funny, but once he opens his mouth it causes your mouth to drop open.

“She's married.” he tells you, laughing when he sees your opened mouth and bulged out eyes.

You're mesmerized by his smile, it instantly catches your attention as the way he shows his gums and his eyes crinkle in the ends. No, no, stop! This is your colleague, you remind yourself.

Gulping, you find words to ripple out of your throat. “Her husband doesn't mind it?”

“Wife,” Yoongi says, “She has a wife.”

“Oh,” you let out, “Doesn't her wife mind it?” you ask again, chuckling at your correction as he shrugs in response.

“I think she's used to her personality,”

You're not sure if you 'd liked it if your partner would flirt with other people, most likely not.

“Love works in a weird way.” he shrugs, opening one of the drawers besides the lockers as he pulls out the same blue scrubs as the ones he's wearing.

You thank him once he hands it to you, smiling lightly. “The size should be right, if not just pull out the correct one. I'll leave you to it, I'll be waiting outside.”

“Waiting?” you ask in confusion, watching him walking towards the door.

“It looks like your first shift is with me.” he smirks, opening the door as he leaves without any other word.

You stand there for a few minutes, surprised how fast your heart beats just from the single exchange of a few words and looks. This hasn't happened for a long time, it feels almost new and never experienced. Unfortunately, you've felt this way before and it brings nothing but sadness and anger.

Looking at the fresh clothes in your hands, your smile spreads into a wide grin before you even realize.

He got the right size.

“I'm scared,” The little boy murmurs, staring with wide eyes at the needle in your hand.

His eyes averts to his mother who's standing just a few meters behind you, giving you the space to work, while her son stares at her in a hope she'll take him away before the needle can even go through his skin.

“You don't have to be,” you tell him, eyes filled with sympathy as his bottom lip trembles. “It's probably going to be a little bit uncomfortable, but you're a big guy. I'm sure you can handle it.”

You search his eyes in question, which dance between the needle in your hand and your eyes. He thinks it through, wondering what his response will be before he inhales shakily.

“I'm a big guy.” he assures you, straightening himself to prove his point.

It makes you smile, looking over your shoulder to call his mother to hold his hand. Stitches aren't comfortable, he's lucky enough to end up with only two of them instead of more. He cries out as soon as you pierce the needle through the skin of his forehead, trying to work fast but precise. It breaks your heart, even though you're helping him by sewing his wound. He whines and cries, even when you're done and he looks almost mad.

“We're done, you did so good!” you cheer him up, ruffling his curly hair as he looks up at you with a mere glare but you don't take it personally. “Now you know it's better if you listen to your mom not to run on stairs.”

His mother chuckles, ruffling his hair the same way you did as she praises him for holding still. You fish out a lollipop which you hid into the pocket of your scrubs as soon as you've heard about an emergency with a kid and bleeding forehead. Candy always helps and you just happen to carry them in your bags ever since Em was little.

The boy's eyes shine as soon as he sees the lollipop in your hands, reaching for it almost immediately as he takes it from you.

“What do you say?” His mother chimes in, caressing the dark skin of his soft skin as he mumbles a cute 'thank you'. “Thank you so much.” she turns to you, a gratitude shining in her eyes as you give her a smile in return.

When they both leave, it's just you and Yoongi in the room, who made sure you're doing your job right. Instead of breathing down your neck, he started to sanitize equipment as soon as you started to take care of the poor boy.

It's your first day working as a nurse and thanks to your colleague, it's not as stressful as you thought it would be. He seems to be very chill and laid back, yet precise and skilled. You're glad he's the one training you.

“You're good with kids.” he comments, putting the disinfection back on its place, glancing at you.

“Yeah, I have a--”

“Hey, slackers. We need you here.” Namjoon walks into the room, rushing the two of you out of it before you can even response to Yoongi.

Sighing, you both follow Namjoon who keeps telling you to hurry.

Yeah, Yoongi is definitely much more chill than Namjoon is.

Two months in and you think everyone hates you.

Maybe it's just the sixth sense inside of you, or you're completely overthinking everyone's reaction. You wouldn't expect them to understand, nor you're shocked by the glares you receive on daily basis. In other situations, you wouldn't care about it that much, even though it's uncomfortable and some part of you feels bad. But what really bothers you is none other than your colleague, one of the first people you've met on your first day and was kind enough to show you around.

From what started as a great relationship between two colleagues, turned into brief greeting where he wouldn't even meet your eyes. It affects you more than you'd like to admit, especially when you started to cook more food, just to pack it and bring it to him during your shifts together. Those sandwiches from the vending machine are unhealthy, and just as Yoongi said, there's nothing which compares to the home-cooked meal.

It became a routine, you packing him a soup and meal every time you both had shift, no matter how many times he told you, you shouldn't bother. Everything went well, after you had to run home whenever you got a call from the babysitter or school, which led to someone else taking all of your shifts.

It ended up with almost every colleague glaring at you, for not coming into the hospital and not doing your job. Little did you know, it was mostly Yoongi who ended up taking most of your shifts causing him to sport a dark bags underneath his eyes.

If you haven't been through so much, you would probably cry somewhere in the corner at the thought of everyone hating you. But you don't. However, one particular person bothers your mind more often than it should. Deciding you're over with the cold shoulder he's been giving you, you ignore everyone's stares once you walk into the break room. The chatter quiets down as soon as they notice you. Without doubt, they were talking about you behind your back but you could care less about that.

Although, one pair of particular set of eyes catches your attention in the corner of the room, munching on that distasteful sandwich. If he weren't so stubborn, declining your lunch and attempt of feeding him with a home-cooked meal, he could have eat much better food now. It was just another sign of Yoongi's friendship fading away.

Their lunch break ends as most of them just go back to work, making you stare at the floor with a frown settled on your face. Do they hate you so much?

As if Namjoon could hear your thoughts, you met his soft smile but he doesn't say anything as he walks away. You watch Yoongi tossing the plastic package into the bin as he starts to clean the mess on the table, completely ignoring you.

With a sigh, you walk up to him feeling almost awkward that you're practically standing right next to him and he doesn't even spare you a glance. Once he's done he turns around but you don't allow him to walk away, standing right in front of him with a raised brow.

“Can we talk?” you ask softly, praying he's just going to drop this act full of ignorance.

When his eyes meet yours, for the first time in weeks from such a close proximity, you hate how fast your heart starts to hummer against your ribcage. Those dark orbs glaring at you seems to soften at the pleading look you give him, and you feel some kind of weird hope before he shutters it in a second.

“I gotta work.” he murmurs, shoulder slightly bumping into yours as he tries to make a way towards the door.

You don't move, watching his back as he leaves out of the room, with a pain in your chest.

You're done.

You're done sitting around, trying to catch Yoongi's attention who somehow always manages to avoid you before you can even open your mouth.

When you see him walking through the hallway, completely oblivious to your focused gaze, staring at him as if he was your prey, you won't let him get away. Not anymore. Before he can react, or even properly meet your eyes, you're pulling him into the room which happens to be janitor's closet. It's small, but it'll do.

His stutters of confusion are ignored, as you flick the light open and stare at him.

“What the hell?” he asks, confused that you just grabbed him and pulled him into the janitor's closet.

“We need to talk.” you tell him with a persistent tone, brows furrowed in concentration.

“What? Now? You can't just pull me here--” he looks around, glancing around before he continues. “I've a lot of work to do.”

It's just another attempt of avoiding you, which makes you want to loose your mind by this man. Before he can reach towards the door, dangerously stepping closer to you, your mind works on its own and you lock it. The doorknob digs into your lower back but you don't care, you're just trying to make him stay and talk. With your back pressed against the door, he looks at you in confusion before he sighs. It's clear he has no intentions talking to you, simply staring at you with a raised brow. The same look of ignorance he's been giving you for weeks.

“What's your problem? Why are you so distant and avoiding me all of a sudden?”

He chuckles bitterly, shaking his head at you before he looks down with a cold glare. “My problem? My problem is that I've been covering your shifts, saving your ass every time you haven't had the decency to come to work and do your actual job.”

Okay, you didn't expect him to be so vocal and straight forward. His tone is cold and bitter, surprising you which is evident on your face before you frown in hurt.

“No,” he deadpans, “don't look at me like that. I'm not a bad guy in this. I'm fucking exhausted, overworking myself because of--” he stops himself, and you almost push him to finish his sentence but you just dryly gulp.

“My daughter kept getting sick, and I had to be at home with her, there's nothing I could do. Her babysitter wouldn't look after her if she's sick and she couldn't go to kindergarten either. And you know what? If I got a call from her babysitter or her kindergarten saying she's sick again, I'll drop everything and go and take care of my daughter. So hate me all you want, but I'm a mother before I'm a nurse.”

The frustration has been built inside of you for so long, that you finally snap at the one person who made your shifts always more fun and bright. He seems to be caught off guard by the new information, slowly processing it as he widens his eyes.

“You've a daughter?” he breathes out.

“Yes.” you hold yourself back from exclaiming loudly.

“You've never told me that.” he murmurs, almost expression of hurt crossing his soft features.

It's not like you kept Em as a secret, but before you could talk about your private life in more depth and how her father cowardly left you before she was even born, you barely got enough time to go back to work and talk to him. You're surprised you haven't got fired yet. You can't get fired, you've got a family you need to support and Em relies on you.

“I was going to.” you admit, looking down at your feet with a puzzled look.

Who knows what would've happened if you just told him sooner. Would he be more acceptable? Isn't he saying it right now because he's trying to put a blame on you?

You almost jump when he cups your face, holding up your head so he can stare right into your eyes with the same look you've. They're filled with apology that spark in his dark orbs, slowly caressing your cheek.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, “I'm sorry for being so hard on you. I thought you just don't care about this job, or us.” he admits shamefully.

“It's okay.” you assure him with a soft voice, but he shakes his head in response.

“I was an asshole to you, I'm so sorry,” he says right back, still holding your face as his eyes drops down to your lips, eyeing your face. “I really want to kiss you.”

Your heart jumps, not that uncomfortable way whenever he would straight avoid you or glare at you. It's different this time and you react almost immediately.

“Then kiss me.”

Expect him to do it slow, he surprises you with his lips right on your own, not wasting a second as he starts kissing you. He deepens it, a touch of his lips full of emotions and regret and it's almost unbelievable how you can feel it just from the single kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he hungrily kisses you, too stubborn to pull away for some oxygen. It's needy and you moan into his lips when he squeezes your ass in his palms. But you still need to pull away, lips attaching from one another but your foreheads stay leaned against each other as you both breathe heavily.

“Let me take you out.” he whispers, thumb tracing your cheekbone as he admires your make-up free face.

“A date?” you sound surprised, wondering if you've heard him right.

Is it too soon to jump with joy?

“Of course, I've been meaning to ask you since that time I saw you with that little boy, stitching him up.” he admits, causing you to giggle in shock.

“Really?”

He delivers a soft peck onto your nose, biting into his lower lip. “Uhm, you're an amazing woman. I wanna get to know you, and your daughter.”

He seems to be nervous, patiently waiting for your response but he doesn't move away from you, still wrapped in your embrace even though your frame is smaller.

He's the first man who doesn't run away knowing you've a daughter, but not just that. Yoongi is the first man who managed to make your heart flutter with the simplest acts. It's too soon to talk about him fixing your broken heart or him being the love of your life, but time with him seems nice. The thought of spending it outside of the hospital, trying to get to know him as something more makes you want to yell in excitement.

For now, you hold back your happiness and smile at him.

“I'd be more than happy to get to know you as well.” you admit, enough for him to envelope you even in a tighter hug that makes you squeak in surprise again, but you squeeze him back.

“Stop it,” you chuckle, sitting up from your bed as you watch your boyfriend trying to find his clothes that are scattered all around your room.

You thought sex would help him relax and it did, for twenty minutes that you were sucking him off and then bouncing on his cock. But now that you both reached your high, he's back to his quiet self with tensed muscles. As much as he tries to hide his nervousness and fear, he's doing an awful job with it and it's nothing than amusing to you.

“You're about to meet a four year old, not a monster that's gonna eat your head.” you joke, meeting his glare in response silently telling you he's not in the mood for joking.

“What if she doesn't like me?” he asks, setting on the edge of your bed completely naked, forgetting to find his clothes.

“She will. I told her about you so much, she's excited to meet you.” you assure him, slowly crawling to him as you hug him closer to you.

Both of your bodies are coated with sweat, and you could use a shower, but you can't let this go. He's been tensed from the moment you made plans on introducing Em to him. Of course, he wants to meet her. He was the one who kept being persistent, asking about her all the time and show him the pictures of her on your phone. The truth is, you were waiting for him to naturally set what's the right time to meet your daughter. You've been dating for the past two months, barely making any plans outside of the hospital since you've a child at home.

Your babysitter, which happens to be your neighbor, was kind enough to look after her in late nights while you went on a couple of dates with Yoongi. It's been tearing your heart apart knowing you've your little girl at home, but you still wanted to spend some time with Yoongi. It feels like the right time for them to meet.

“Now come on, let's shower before we have to pick her up,” you nudge him, kissing his cheek before you stand up. “If we're quick enough, we might have a round two.” you suggest, causing him to stand up abruptly, ushering you into your bathroom while you both start to laugh at his eagerness.  

When it's the right time to pick up your daughter, Yoongi decides to stay in the car while he tries to occupy himself by playing some games on his phone. His knee bounces even when you open the door to put Em into her car seat. She notices the stranger in your car right away, her words slowly fading away as she went off about her day.

Yoongi slowly turns around, his scared eyes meeting hers as he tries his best to muster a proper smile. You've never seen him being so nervous. This must be more important to him than it's to you. You know Em is going to love him, that's why you're not worried about it too much.

“Em, this is Yoongi. You remember him? I was telling you about him.” you tell her, putting on her seat belt as she slowly nods.

“Yoongs?” she asks, her eyes looking up at you as you nod with a smile.

When you make sure everything is secured, you go and sit in the driver's seat while Yoongi looks at you. “Yoongs?” he asks confusingly.

“Yeah, she made you a nickname.” you shrug, causing him to slowly nod and for the first time, you see one honest smile lightening up his face.

“Hey, Em, I brought you something.” Yoongi says, gaining her attention right away which causes him to chuckle.

“You did?” she asks, her eyes widening as he pulls out a pony plushie, the very one she has been begging you to buy her for a few weeks now. “Pony! Yes!” she starts to bounce in her car seat, already reaching for the toy that Yoongi gladly gives her.

“What do you say, Em?” you speak up, your eyes solely on the road, although you wish you could see their exchange better.

“Thank you, Yoongs! I love you!” she almost yells, the both of you erupting in laughter as your four year old daughter keeps happily squealing for the rest of the ride.

“See? She loves you.” you tell him quietly, a huge smile stretching on your lips as Yoongi joins you, looking back at Em to admire her and her happiness.

“So, he's just your friend, right?”

You hide your smile, slowly cutting the vegetable as you hear Em letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes, dad!” she whines for the hundredth time, your heart tingling at the sound of the name leaving her mouth.

It's been almost a year since Yoongi officially adopted her and became her father, filled that empty spot that her heart was craving for. She wanted to have a father for so long and now she has to put up with overprotective Yoongi almost every day.

“Okay, okay. I'll be here while the two of you play.” he reminds her, causing her to groan but she doesn't say anything in response, coloring her drawings in silence.

Yoongi walks up to you, hugging you from the back while his chin is propped on your shoulder.

“She's seven years old. Don't you think it's too soon to worry about her dating life?” you tease him, giggling when he slightly bites onto your shoulder.

“I don't want someone to break her small heart. Have you seen those heart eyes whenever she talks about him? That is not just friend.” he informs you, causing you to laugh at him as he groans in annoyance at you.

You put all the vegetables into the pot and turns the stove on, as you turn to him. He takes your hand, twisting the wedding ring in his hold as he smiles down at it.

“I love you.” he tells you, your heart warming once again as if it's the first time he said it.

“I love you.” you tell him, kissing him on his small and plump lips.

You turn around, glancing at your daughter that stares at you with disgust on her face.

“See? You don't have to worry about her dating anytime soon.” you point out, causing him to roll his eyes at you before he's kissing you again, this time accompanied with your daughter's fake coughing in the background.

Indeed, love works in a weird way.

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Off-Limits: Part 9

Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield, Harrison Osterfield, Holland boys (mentioned), Dr. Riley Cotter (OC)

Word Count: 4780

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Therapy, Mild Anxiety/ Panic Attack

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You don’t know how long you were standing in the middle of this giant hug but when it was over, it seemed like it was too soon. After everything that has happened the last couple months, there was this sense of peace that finally came over you. Now you were going to work hard to keep it like this. You know it’s going to be an up-hill battle, but you know that you have an amazing support system behind you.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Tom’s voice brought you out of your thought.

“Just how lucky I am to have all of you. I’m starting to realize that I can’t do this on my own. I have built up so many walls around myself that I need to learn to break them down to let the people that I care about most back in.” You looked down at your feet, you didn’t want to see the reactions on their faces.

“We are all here for you Y/n. No matter what, we will help you in any way that we can.” He pulled you into him and kissed the side of your head.

Not being able to trust your voice, you just smiled. You leaned into Tom resting your head on his shoulder. It was getting late, and you guys have had a long day. Harrison could see that you were tired.

“Y/n I think it’s time to go. You look like you are about to pass out right here.” He let out a small chuckle.

“Okay.” you let out a yawn. “Goodnight guys.”

“Goodnight Y/n.” The boys said in unison.

“Goodnight Darling.” Tom gave you one last hug before letting you go with Harrison.

“Goodnight Tom.” You walked to the car with Harrison. Tom didn’t go back inside until your car was out of sight.

You started falling asleep on the drive back to your flat. After Harrison parked the car, he came around to get you out. You stopped him from trying to pick you up, you got out of the car and wrapped an arm around him for support. Once you had gotten into your flat you let go of him and turned to him.

“I have a surprise for you.” You gave him a sleepy smile.

“I’m sure it can wait until morning Y/n.” he chuckled.

“No, it can’t. Follow me.”

You turned and pointed down the hall. You dramatically walked like Gollum towards the spare room. This caused Harrison to double over in a laughing fit, but that also didn’t stop him from pulling out his phone to record you. You were currently using the spare room as an office, but you wanted Harrison to feel more at home. You also didn’t want him to have to sleep on the couch anymore while he is here. Once outside the door, you were still in a crouching stance. You reached up to the doorknob before looking up to him with a scrunched-up face.

“Are you ready Harrison?” You said in your best Gollum voice.

“Absolutely not, but I am loving this.” He gestured to all of you. “For someone who was dead tired less than a minute ago, you sure have a burst of energy.”

“Well, I am just excited.” You stood up and started talking normally. “I just wanted to do a little something for you. You have done so much for me, that I want to return the favor.”

“You didn’t have to do anything for me. You’re my sister I would do anything for you.”

“Exactly! I’m your sister and I would do anything for you too.” You moved back to the door and opened it. “Come on, go in.” You gestured for him to walk in.

Harrison hesitantly walked around you into the room. You had gotten him the full set up, a queen size bed, nightstands, dresser and a television. Even after he wasn’t staying with you anymore you would have a full guest room/ office.

“Oh my…” Harrison was speechless. “When did you…? How did you…?” He was walking around the room in awe.

“Well, it wasn’t easy I can tell you that much.” You said as you slightly sat on your desk. “I had to do it over a few days. Do you remember when you had to leave to help Tom with movie stuff for a few days?”

“Yeah, you did this when I left you?”

“I didn’t do most of it.” You lifted up your hand, it was almost fully healed now. “I had a lot of help, I did more of the decorating part. So, I hope you like it.”

“Like it? I love it.” He came over and hugged you. “I may never go back to mum’s.”

“Woah let’s not get too caried away here. As much as I love you, that’s going to be a firm no.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t want to live with your favorite brother?”

“Haz you are my only brother.”

“Then by default your favorite.” He had a big grin on his face.

“I am so not awake enough for this anymore.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading towards the door. “Goodnight Haz.”

“Thank you for this Y/n. Goodnight.” You walked to your room for some much-needed sleep.

The next morning, you were up earlier than Harrison, so you decided to make breakfast for the both of you. You grabbed two plates and mugs, setting them on the island for when you were ready for them. You made a quick breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns before starting on making the tea. When you were almost done Harrison came out of his room, his hair was all over the place. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Wow… You look amazing.” You were trying to hold in your laughter.

“Well thank you.” He attempted to fix his hair but only made it worse. “That bed is amazing. It’s better than the one I have at home.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it.”

You put food onto the plates for the two of you. Then you handed him his cup of tea. You both sat down to eat. Harrison could tell there was something on your mind, just by the look on your face he knew.

“What do you have planned for today?”

“Umm… I was able to find a therapist. I figured that it’s time that I try to deal with things like an adult.” You were just pushing your food around at this point. You ate a fair amount but all of a sudden you weren’t hungry. “I umm... was wondering if you could maybe…”

“Go with you?” You didn’t look at him, just nodded. “Yes, I will go with you.”

“Really?” You finally looked over to him, with a shocked look in your face.

“Don’t act so surprised.” He gently pushed your arm. “I would do anything for you. You know that, right?

 You had decided that you should take the doctor’s advice and go to see a therapist. In all honesty you didn’t think it was going to help. You were going to give it a chance though. You had found one close enough to your flat that you could walk to, his name is Dr. Riley Cotter. Today was your first meeting with him, and you were nervous. You had initially asked Harrison to come with you instead of Tom because there are things in your past that you just needed to keep quiet, and right now you were kind of wishing you hadn’t asked Harrison to come.

You and Harrison were standing outside of his office. Your appointment was in a few minutes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go inside.

“Are you okay?” Harrison noticed you shaking.

“I… I don’t know if I can do this.” You started rubbing your hands together, in an attempt to try and steady them.

“How about we sit here until you’re supposed to go in, then if you don’t think you can, we will go back home. Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

The both of you sat down on a bench outside, Harrison wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to him. You sat there for a few minutes before you heard the door to the building open. You looked up to see a man standing in the doorway. He looked over to you and Harrison with a smile.

“I’m guessing putting a bench in was a smart idea.”

“Yeah, sorry I just needed a few minutes to calm my nerves.” You said as you stood up, pulling on the sleeves of your jumper.

“That is completely fine. Take your time. I’m here when you’re ready.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“I think I’m ready.” You looked to Harrison who stood up.

“Y/n.” You looked back up to the man. “For the first couple of sessions, I don’t allow my clients to bring other people in. I just want you to be able to talk freely. I want you to feel like you can say certain things and you can’t do that with someone else here.”

“Oh… Okay.”

Harrison gave you a look as to ask if you were okay. You just nodded your head and walked to the door where Dr. Cotter was standing. Once inside, the building had an open concept. It was wide open; it didn’t feel like what you thought a therapist’s office would feel or look like. It looked as if you were just walking into someone’s home. You were looking around for a while, just scoping out the place.

“Y/n?”

You looked over to where Dr. Cotter is standing. There were a few different places to sit. Over to the left side there was a large couch with a few matching chairs around a coffee table. Off to the right by a large window was a table with a couple of chairs.

“This doesn’t feel like a therapists office.” You gestured to your surroundings.

“I know. I wanted to make my office different. I get a lot of clients in here that absolutely hated the whole stereotypical, leather couch and single chair with a wall of books behind it. I do still have that, but I want my clients to feel like this is a safe place for them to come in and be themselves. I want them to be able to talk freely, and the environment plays a role in that. That’s why I have different areas. So, any place in particular you want to sit?” He stood there explaining with his hands behind his back but gestured with one hand when asking you were to sit.

“I guess the couch is fine.” No matter where you sat down, you were still going to be nervous.

“Okay, just let me grab a few things and we will get started. Would you like some tea or water?”

“Tea please.”

He walked over to a small kitchenette, putting a kettle on to boil. He grabbed out three cups, one of which was a to go cup. You were confused for a minute. He made the tea in the disposable cup first and walked outside, you guessed he gave it to Harrison. That made you smile; he was out there for a little while. Once he came back inside, he went into another room, coming back he had a couple of things in his hands. He came over to you and handed you a notebook, he set down his notepad and pen before going to get the tea.

“Thank you.” He handed you your tea and sat down in one of the chairs.

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a smile, then picked up his notepad. “So, let’s get started, shall we? I’m not going to pressure you into telling me anything. Like I said earlier this is supposed to be a safe space for you. When you are ready you can tell me as much or as little as you want. I will be writing down notes, one of the few things that will never change when it comes to therapy.”

“Okay. I… I don’t know where to start.” Once again you started shaking, you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and calm down.

“Let me just say this. You can quickly lose yourself because you’re silent about things. Everyone thinks that their world is crumbling around them, but when you talk to someone about what you’re going through that’s when you realize that you are not alone in this.”

“Well, if that’s the case. I lost myself a long time ago.” You took in a deep breath, before letting it all out. It was time to start getting things off of your chest. “I guess that happened when I thought that jumping into a relationship was the best thing I could do. Boy, was I wrong.” You let out a small chuckle.

“Why do you say that?” His brows furrowed together, in a curious fashion and not a critical way.

“Well, back then I was trying to run from my own feelings. I have been in love with a guy that I have known forever. I didn’t want to face my feelings for him. I ended up trying to get over him by dating the wrong guy. All though I didn’t know that at the time. He was so sweet to me in the beginning, I was an idiot to think that it was real. It was one of those too good to be true situations. I knew it was, but I stayed with him. After about a year, it was like a switch flipped in his brain. I didn’t know what I did but shit hit the fan.”

You needed to take a breath before you could keep talking about this. When you told Harrison and Tom “everything” it wasn’t exactly everything. You didn’t really want to face this right now. You just wanted to get up and leave. You may have also looked towards the windows and door for an escape. Dr. Cotter could see it too.

“Y/n, you don’t have to keep going. I can see the gears turning in your head. I can see that this is making you uncomfortable to the point that you are about to bolt out the door.” He leaned closer to you to look you directly in the eyes. “Therapy isn’t a sprint that you have to get done in one day. It is going to take you a long time to deal with any issue. Even the ones you think are small, they can bring up so many emotions for you. Let me ask you this. Have you tried explaining any of this to anyone that you are close too?”

“I did, but I didn’t tell them everything. Faking a smile is so much easier than explaining why I’m sad and broken.” You looked down at your hands before moving onto something else. “Nobody knows how depressed I truly am. Or how alone I really feel. It’s so hard being your own best friend when you secretly hate yourself more and more as the time passes.” Tears had formed in your eyes; you were trying to hold them back.

“Why do you think you are broken?”

“I don’t know how to explain the reason I feel this way, I just do. I know I have so many issues and problems that I have to deal with. My brain is so messed up from the shit I have gone through. I can tell you right now that I don’t think that you can help me, I feel like I’m too far gone.” You got up and started pacing. You raked your fingers through your hair. “I just hate feeling like this, I hate that I have put myself in a position where I can say or do one wrong thing and I’m on my own. I know that the people in my life say they will be there for me no matter what, but I have a hard time believing them.”

“No one is too far gone. We just have to help you to learn see that.” He just looked up at you for a second, just searching your eyes. “Not everyone in your life is going to leave you Y/n. You have to know that.”

“How am I supposed to believe that? If I were them, I would have left me a long time ago, and not turned back. The thing is I just need one person, to never give up on me. Just one.” You stopped to look at him, holding up one finger. “With the way I was going and still kind of am going, it’s only a matter of time before they see it too.”

“I can tell you that your brother Harrison.” He pointed towards the door. “He’s not going to leave you; he’s not going to give up on you. I know I only talked to him for a short amount of time, but he cares about you so much.”

You sat back down, putting your head into your hand. You were still trying to fight back the tears but so far you were fighting a losing battle.

“Here.” You looked up to see him holding a tissue out for you. “I think that you have done enough for today. Honestly, I didn’t think that you were going to tell me anything. Well not for a few sessions anyway.”

“I just need to start letting things out. I can’t keep them bottled up anymore.”

He picked up the notebook that he had handed to you earlier. “Here’s a good place to start then.”

“What is this for?” You took the notebook from him.

“That is for you. I would like you to write at least one thing a day. It could be a page, a paragraph, a sentence, a word, you could even draw a picture if you want. I just want you to do something. Most people don’t like expressing their feeling to others in the fear of getting hurt. You don’t have to show it to me if you don’t want to, but I would like you to at least try.”

“I will, and I’m sorry I was all over the place. It all kind of came out so fast.”

“Don’t apologize, I was able to keep up with you. I can tell that there is a lot of things that you need to get out, you just don’t know how. That’s why I am here to help you, and that’s another reason I give people these notebooks.”

You just smiled at him. Then the both of you just walked to the door. When you walked out Harrison was on the phone, but as soon as he saw you, he hung up.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He saw the redness in your eyes, and instantly pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He pulled back slightly, looking at you. You brought your hand up to wipe the few tears that had fallen out when Harrison hugged you. He took one hand off of you and waved to the Doctor, you did the same. As you walked back home, the both of you held onto the other. You needed this sense of comfort right now.

You walked in silence; you didn’t want to talk after that. You could tell Harrison had something on his mind though. Just by the way he kept looking at you. Once you finally got inside your flat you asked him about it.

“Harrison?” You leaned with your hands braced on the back of the couch.

“Yeah.” He looked over too you.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haz, I have known you your entire life, I know all your little quirks. So, what’s going on?” You crossed your arms and just looked at him.

“While you were in with your therapist, I got a call from Tom.” He was avoiding eye contact, so it wasn’t a simple phone call.

“And?”

“He has to go to New York for a week or so to do reshoots, and he was wondering if I could go. He also doesn’t want to leave you alone. I don’t want to leave you here either.”

“Haz I will be fine without you for a week or even two. I think its time for me to start taking charge of my life again. I am doing better. Go with him to New York, I will be fine.” You gave him a smile, a fake smile but a smile none the less.

“Are you sure? I can tell him you’re not ready.” You quickly cut him off.

“Harrison, if you don’t go, I will personally kick your ass all the way to New York myself.” You pulled out your phone and dialed Tom’s number.

“What are you doing?” You held up a finger to Harrison and mouthed “I’m on the phone” before turning away.

“Hello Darling.”

“Hello Thomas.”

“Oh no, what did I do?” You could hear a hint of fear in his voice.

“You haven’t done anything, but what you are going to do is make sure Harrison gets on the plane to New York with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, while you waited for his response.

“Are you sure love? I can ask Harry or Sam to come with me.”

“I’m fine, plus this week will be my first week back to work. So, I won’t even be here ninety percent of the time. I don’t need a babysitter; I have gotten better. if you feel so inclined to have someone here with me, you could always bring me Tessa.” You had a real smile on your face now. You absolutely Love her.

“Alright. I will let Tessa watch over you.” You let out a squeal and did a small happy dance. “You have to promise me that you will let me know if something happens, or if you need me or Harrison to come back.”

“I promise but like I said I will be fine. I talk about Tessa all the time, everyone at the studio wants to meet her. Which means she won’t be stuck here; she will be with me all day. Plus having Tessa with me will make my week a lot brighter.”

“I know, you love her. I think she loves you more than she loves me though…” He paused for a few seconds. “Maybe its not a good idea for her to spend a week with you…”

“Thomas Stanley Holland! Don’t you dare!”

“I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“Don’t you dare dangle Tessa cuddles in front of me just to take them away.”

“I would never do that to you.”

“Umhm. When do you guys leave?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Oh wow, that’s so soon. Maybe you guys should just come over and stay the night here and I can take you to the airport tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I will be over there later. I still need to pack for myself and for Tessa.”

“Okay, I will see you later.”

“See you later Darling.”

You hang up the call. You look to Harrison with a smile on your face.

“Go pack for your trip Haz.”

“Yeah yeah.” He just waved you off as he walked to his room to pack.

A few hours later, Harrison is on the couch watching tv, while you are in the kitchen making dinner. You were making a quick caprese chicken in pasta, I was one of the many meals you learned while you were in the states. One of your friends was obsessed with food and cooking, so you asked him to show you some good recipes, which he gladly did. You had pulled out three plates just in case Tom hasn’t eaten by the time he gets there. You were just about done when you heard the knock on the door.

“Harrison, will you get the door please?”

“On it.” He got up quickly and went to the door.

The next thing you hear was the little nail taps on your hardwood floors. You knew it was Tessa. Which means any second you would hear Tom next.

“Hello Love.” He said as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well hello to you too.” You were trying to focus on finishing dinner, but Tom wouldn’t let go. “Tooom, I need you to let go. I’m trying to get this done.”

“No.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “I’m not going to be able to do this for a week, I have to do it as much as I can.”

You turned around in his arms. “I promise if you let go, I will let you be as clingy as you want. I’m almost done.”

“Ugh… Fine.” He let go of you.

You turned back a round to finish. You moved the pan off the stove and started plating the food. Tom came in to help you take the plates to the table. You grabbed two beers and a bottled water, taking them to the table. You gave the boys the beers and kept the water. You were really trying to not drink as much. So far you have been successful.

After dinner you guys decided to watch a movie. You were slightly sitting/laying in the corner with your legs up on the couch, but as promised Tom was laying down with you. His head was on your chest, his arms wrapped around you. You were playing with his hair, making him slowly start to fall asleep. Harrison was sitting on the love seat with Tessa cuddled up next to him. You couldn’t help but smile, everything was perfect.

Once the movie was over Harrison got up to go to bed. You both said goodnight, Tessa came over to you, putting her face on the couch and looked up at you. You knew it was time for her to have a potty break, but when you tried to get up Tom’s grip tightened.

“Tom, I need to get up.”

“No. Too comfortable.” He mumbled.

“Tessa needs to go out, then we can go to bed.”

“Okay.” He laid there for a few more seconds before getting up. He looks so tired.

“Tom, go lay down. I can take her out really quick.”

“Are you sure? I can come.” His eyes were still closed, while he was talking to you.

“I’m sure. Go to bed, I will be there soon.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking Tessa out.

When you came back in, you made sure Tessa had plenty of food and water out. Then the two of you made your way to your room, leaving the door open enough for her to come and go. You looked over to see that Tom had already passed out.

You looked to your desk to see the notebook for Dr. Cotter. You walked over and finally sat down to write in it, but you didn’t know what to write. You just sat there for a while staring at the blank page. When your pen finally moved, it was like as if someone else was controlling it.

I don’t know what to write in here. I know I should write my feelings but the feelings I am having right now, I know they are temporary.

I am happy that I have my brother, my boyfriend and my Tessa here. Tomorrow will be here soon to ruin it. Harrison and Tom will leave for New York. I will still have Tess, but I just feel like something is going to happen. I don’t know what it is, but I just have this pit in my stomach.

That’s just my life at this point though. The feeling of something is going to happen, just not knowing when. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world, but I don’t know how to stop it. That scares me so much.

You got up closing the notebook and turning to your bed. Tessa had already made herself at home on it, walking over you gave her a few head scratches. You got in and moved close to Tom, you gave him a kiss on the forehead. His arms instantly tried to find your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could, eventually you were laying on his chest. You don’t know how long it took you to fall asleep, but the sound of Tom’s heartbeat was lulling you to sleep.

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🏐 Protection; Russia / Ivan Braginski (Sportember #023)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2,355

Pairing: Reader x Russia

World: Hetalia

Prompt: Protected

Sport: Volleyball

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the movie Girls with Balls, which is a girl’s volleyball movie on Netflix that I think is worth checking out. I enjoyed it more than I expected to!

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“Sarah, I’m subbing you out for Y/N,” captain Natsuki announced, shifting her eyes from you to the older girl, who straightened her back in response.

“What?”

“We need to change up the pace so we can stop their momentum,” she explained.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sarah sneered, eyes narrowed at you, making you shift awkwardly from one foot to the other. “They just joined the team, why the hell are you replacing me with them? I’m the ace, I make this team!”

Natsuki rolled her eyes. “Will you knock off the dramatics? Volleyball is a team sport, no one caries the team. All of us have to work together for the better of the team, whether you’ve just joined or been here since day one.”

“This is bullshit. You can’t win without me.”

“My decision is final.”

The two girls glared at each other and you could see the lightning between them, but before the fight could get worse, Natsu situated himself between them, a soft smile on his face. “Come now, ladies. Let’s stay focused on the task at hand!”

“Whatever. Have fun losing the tournament, losers,” Sarah humphed before turning on her heel and storming out of the gymnasium.

Kevin came up behind you, patting you on the shoulder with a bright grin upon his face. “Don’t look so worried, rookie. Just do your best!”

Natsuki nodded in agreement, holding her hand out with her palm facing the ground. “Let’s win this, team!” One by one, the other team members added their hand on top of her own, with you being on the very top of the stack. “Let’s go, Llamas! We’re gonna win this!”

“Yeah!” Everyone’s hands shot up into the air before they headed back onto the court.

You took your position on the right side of the net, taking a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart. To be honest, you were feeling very anxious, your knees shaking as you tried to focus on your breathing. You had only been with the team for a month and a half and this was your very first official game. If the team lost this match, they would be kicked from advancing in the tournament.

Part of you felt guilty for taking Sarah’s spot and you wondered if the captain was making a mistake by putting you in the game at such a crucial point. Your eyes slid to the scoreboard behind the opposite team. Second set, twenty-three to twenty-four in favor of the other team. If they get one more point, they win the second set and we’ll have to fight through another one.

‘Two points… just two points and we win the game. We have to win!’ But that’s easier said than done. Your eyes shifted to the stands when you felt eyes piercing into you, locking onto the violet eyes of your boyfriend, Ivan. When he caught your gaze, he smiled brightly, waving at you. Knowing he was there supporting you definitely made it easier.

The other team served the ball and Natsuki received it flawlessly. “Kevin, cover!”

“I got it!” He prepared to set the ball and both you and Natsu rushed forward, feet pushing off the wooden floor. You didn’t expect him to send it to you, but it made sense in hindsight because Natsu was being marked by the other team’s tallest players.

It all happened so quickly. In a split second, the ball was in front of you, your hand slapping against it in order to spike the ball to the other side. The libero dived for it but fell a few inches short. You had done it, you had scored a point for your team.

Your feet touched the ground again and you stared at your hand with wide eyes, the skin red from the impact. Your first point in an official game… and it felt amazing!

“Nice kill!” Kevin smacked your shoulder.

“Don’t lose focus!” Natsuki ordered, glancing to Natsu who was up to serve the ball.

You held your breath as he tossed the ball into the air before running forward and launching his body into the air, his palm smacking into the ball and sending it flying over the net. It was heading straight for the back corner where no one was and you were sure it was going to land, but the libero dived for it, just barely managing to save it.

“Chance ball!”

“I’ve got it!” Lex received, popping the ball up toward Kevin.

Kevin’s eyes met yours and you knew he was going to set it straight for you again. This time, though, you had one of the other team’s blockers on you and damn if he wasn’t tall. The ball fell into his hands for a split second before it was back in the air, heading straight toward you as promised.

You pushed off the ground, jumping into the air with the blocker following your lead, arms towering over the net. You didn’t feel comfortable with the challenge, but you were determined not to let them get the point. With every ounce of strength you had, your hand slammed into the ball, trying to curve it toward the left where there was an opening. It scraped against his pinky, slowing down in the process.

One of the spikers managed to grab the ball and, as soon as your feet touched the ground, you jumped again along with Natsu and Natsuki, trying to block their spike. You spread your fingers as wide as you could, barely touching the ball.

“Nice one touch!”

“Lex, cover it!”

“I got it!” Lex received and Kevin set up again, sending the ball to Natsuki who spiked it with enough power to make the blocker stumble when he landed. Several of them dived for it but were unable to reach it.

The crowd cheered but the sound was drowned out by the screaming of you and your teammates as you all piled onto Natsuki, hugging onto each other as if the win would disappear if you let go.

“Good job, guys!” Natsuki grinned.

“You did good, rookie,” Kevin ruffled your hair before hugging his captain.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, the familiar smell of vodka and pine invading your nostrils as Ivan’s warm chest pressed against your back. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “Congratulations, lyubov moya.”

Your cheeks heated up and you pouted, tapping his large hand. “Ivan, I’m all sweaty!”

He laughed, tightening his grip around you. “I don’t mind.”

“Hey, rookie. Wanna join us for some dinner?” Kevin questioned with a bright smile, not paying any mind to the large man behind you.

Although tempted to agree because you were starving, you could feel Ivan’s aura darkening because of the other male and you didn’t want to cause any issues. “I appreciate it, but I think I’ll just go home and get some much-needed rest.”

“No problem! If you keep playing like that, you’ll be a regular in no time!” He winked before turning around and heading back to the others.

Ivan’s smile remained, his voice cheerful, but you could hear the anger in his tone. “I don’t like that man~”

“You don’t have to,” you replied softly, turning in his grasp and meeting his intense violet eyes. “I love you, Ivan. Thank you so much for coming to support me! Let’s get home now, okay?”

His muscles relaxed, eyes sliding closed as he gave you a soft, genuine smile. “Da, let us go now.” He slid his large hand into your own, fingers lacing together as he tugged you toward the door and away from the rest of the team.

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You glanced at the clock before returning to the workbook in front of you, filled with various Russian words and phrases. It was slow going, but you were trying hard to learn the language of your boyfriend’s homeland because you thought it was beautiful and you wanted to surprise him with it.

It was getting late, just passing nine-twenty at night, but you had suddenly gotten a craving for an icee, probably because of how hot it was. It was the end of summer, after all, the season clinging on with everything it had and it just so happened that the AC in the house had gone out earlier that day. The fan was working hard to keep your cool, but it simply wasn’t enough to do so.

Ivan had been called to a meeting that he couldn’t afford to miss earlier in the day, promising to return as soon as he could but, as of thirty minutes ago, he claimed that the meeting didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. You told him not to worry and decided to use the time away from him to continue your studies, but you just couldn’t get the image of a cherry icee out of your head.

Finally, you decided to say fuck it and hid your notebooks just in case Ivan returned home before grabbing your keys and heading out into the night. The dark sky was covered with light grey clouds, blocking out the crescent moon and the stars. The street lamps were casting a dim yellow light on the road, making the darkness between them seem even inkier.

To be completely honest, you felt calmer at night. It was nice being out and about as the city was sleeping, homes dark and stores mostly empty, the streets barren. It was like the world entered an alternate dimension once the sun disappeared and you loved it.

You turned the corner, seeing the bright lights of the convenience store in the distance, feeling your spirits brighten at the thought of getting an icee. A hand shot out, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder before shoving you back against the brick wall with enough force to knock the wind from your lungs. Your eyes snapped toward the person before widening in surprise.

“Sarah?”

She sneered at you. “You’ve got some nerve, bitch, taking my spot. That shitty team has only made it as far as they have because of me, because my spikes can’t be stopped. You think you can take my place? Fat chance! They’ll get rid of you as soon as you fuck up.”

You scowled at her. “You’re just bitter, but you brought this on yourself. You’ve never been a team player and you really think you can win volleyball on your own, but it doesn’t work that way. I was given your spot because you refuse to play nice with the others or respect the captain! You’re a joke, Sarah, get over yourself.” You tried to brush past her but she grabbed your upper arm, nails digging into your skin. “Let go!”

“You can’t take my place if you’re injured,” she smirked, eyes shimmering with malice.

Fear gripped at your heart, not knowing what she was planning, but you held on to the hope that she was just venting and not being serious. You licked your lips nervously. “Even if you get rid of me, someone else will just take my place. You can’t play a team sport alone and until you get that into your head, Natsuki will keep replacing you.”

“Then I’ll just keep making them have little accidents,” her grip tightened on your own and she pushed you back against the wall, her free hand going to your throat. Panic gripped you as your airflow was cut off, your hands swiping at her to try and get her to release her grip, but it was like iron. She was clearly stronger than you after years and years of playing volleyball.

Your body wriggled under her grip, trying desperately to kick or scratch her, but nothing was working, her grip only increasing. Your head was beginning to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, tears stinging at your eyes. Was this where you were going to meet your end?

Thonk.

The grip on your throat disappeared and you fell to your knees, gasping for air as your hand went to your sore skin. Through blurred eyes, you looked up at the dark silhouette of a man standing with his back to you, towering over the unconscious girl. A lead pipe was clenched tightly in his gloved hand, blood dripping from the tip where he had struck her.

The man slowly turned around, the light of the streetlamp lighting up his face. Violet eyes softened when they landed on you, lips tugged down to show his displeasure. “Are you injured, lyubov moya?”

“Ivan,” you breathed out, pushing yourself back to sit against the wall. You always knew he was more than capable, and willing, to commit violent acts against others, but you had never actually seen him do this before. Then again, you had never been in a life-threatening situation before, either.

He shifted, his weight from one foot to the other, his heart clenching within his chest. “Are you afraid of me, lyubov moya?” he questioned softly. “I do what I must to protect my most beloved. You understand, da?”

“Yeah, I understand…” you breathed deeply, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

Those words gave him confidence and he closed the distance, kneeling down beside you, the pipe clinking as he set it down on the ground. “I’m glad you understand!” he responded cheerfully, bringing his large hand up to ruffle your hair. “I love you, Y/N. I will do anything to protect you.”

You looked into his eyes, shimmering with love and warmth as his hand slid to cup your cheek. “Is she… dead?”

“Only if you want her to be!” He chirped happily, tilting his head so that his sandy blonde bangs shifted across his closed eyes.

You sweatdropped. “Let’s not, okay? I just want to go back home.”

With a nod, he slipped his arms under your body, bringing you against his warm chest, his lips pressing against the top of your head before carrying you back home, thoughts of the icee long forgotten.

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[rpf-bat]

I Could Have Been A Better Son

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friendship

Summary: After many months spent touring, in support of Bullets, Mikey is finally back home in New Jersey. He wants to tell his beloved grandmother the truth - that he’s a trans man. Requested by @nonbinaryvulcan

Mikey stared out the window, deep in thought, as the van rolled down the Turnpike. 

“Are you excited to finally get back home?” you smiled from your seat next to him. 

“Yeah,” Mikey shrugged. “I guess.”

“You guess?” Ray repeated from the seat behind you, surprised. 

“We’ve been on tour for a long time,” you reminded. “I think it’s going to be good to see Belleville again. Say hi to my folks. Grab a brew at my favorite bar - you know old Hank knows exactly what I’m gonna order, before I even say it.”

“Yeah, there’s no place like home!” Gerard grinned from the driver’s seat. 

“So, why are you moping?” Frank asked from the shotgun seat in front of you. 

“I need to tell her when we got home,” Mikey sighed. “I’ve put it off long enough.” 

“Tell who, what?” Gerard asked, looking at his brother in the rear view mirror quizzically. 

“Tell Grandma that I’m….y’know…. a guy,” Mikey stammered. 

“Oh….that.” Mikey had come out to you, and his other band mates, on the first night of the tour. That was months ago. You’d been surprised at first, but,when you saw how happy wearing men’s clothes on stage made him, you’d quickly accepted it. Calling him he/him just felt natural by now. It would feel weirder to call him a woman. 

“Grandma gave me my deadname,” Mikey frowned. “She named me Michelina, after her mother.” 

“But, you’re not Michelina,” you shrugged. “You’re Mikey.” You thought that the name he had chosen for himself, suited him really well. 

“You don’t think she’ll be like….mad, that I don’t want to use that name anymore?” Mikey asked nervously. 

“Mikey, when you were at Maxwell’s, performing a heavy metal song about vampires and murder, Helena was there in the crowd, to support you,” you reminded. “I’d say she’s a lot more open minded than most old ladies.”  

“True,” Mikey chuckled. “I just….I dunno. She’s Catholic.”

Historically speaking, her faith had not been so kind to LGBT people. That much was true. 

“I know, but….I think she loves you, unconditionally,” you reassured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do, to make her stop caring about you.” 

“I hope you’re right,” Mikey muttered, pulling you into a tight hug. “Will you….be there with me? When I tell her?”

“Of course,” you promised. He wasn’t just the bassist of your band. He was your best friend. Nothing could keep you from being there to support him. 

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After a peaceful sleep in your own bed (the first time in months, that you weren’t sleeping with an amp for a pillow in the back of a tour van), you made yourself breakfast, and then drove over to Mikey’s house. 

When you knocked, Gerard answered the door. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “Come on in.”

“Hey, Gee,” you smiled, stepping inside the house. “Surprised to see you out of the basement. Thought you’d be happy to be back in your lil Batcave.” 

“Oh, I was down there earlier,” Gerard chuckled. “But, I knew you’d be on your way here. Mikey’s anxious to….y’know…”

“I know,” you nodded. “Do your parents know yet?”

“Nah,” Gerard shook his head. “I think he wanted Grandma, to be the first person he told. Aside from, y’know, us.” 

“Her opinion is really important to him, isn’t it?” you realized. For the first time, you considered how crushed he’d be, if she didn’t accept him. 

“Well, of course it is,” Gerard considered. “Ever since we were kids, she’s been the number one person to encourage us, with our music, and art, and stuff.” 

“She sounds like an amazing woman,” you admitted. 

“She is,” Gerard smiled. “I’m sure she’s going to accept him with open arms. He was always the apple of her eye. The baby of the family.” 

“I hope so,” you said uncertainly. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Mikey said, entering the kitchen where you stood, to refill his coffee mug. 

“Hey, Mikes,” you smiled. “You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Mikey gulped, downing his java, as if for courage. 

You took his hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’ll be ok,” you promised him. “I’m right here with you.”

“Me, too, lil bro,” Gerard smiled. 

Mikey smiled back, comforted by the fact that his two favorite people in the world, stood by his side. “Let’s go upstairs,” he decided. 

When you reached the top of the staircase, you heard the sound of soft piano music. Mozart, you recognized. Mikey led you into a small sitting room, where a grey-haired woman sat at a baby grand, making music.

She stopped when she saw you, and her grandchildren, enter the room. 

“Miei cari!” she said delightedly. “You’re home!”

“Yeah, we got in around midnight last night,” Gerard smiled. “You were asleep, Grandma, and we didn’t want to wake you.” 

“That was considerate of you, Gee,” Helena nodded. “But, it’s so good to see you again! I see you’ve brought a friend?” 

“Grandma, this is Y/N,” Mikey introduced. “They plays drums in our band.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I remember seeing them at your show. Hello, Y/N,” Helena smiled, getting up from the piano bench, and extending a hand to you. You shook it firmly. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Rush,” you said warmly. 

“Oh, please,” she tutted. “Call me Helena.” She grabbed a plate from off the top of the piano. 

“Would you like a pizelle?” she offered. 

“Oh, thank you,” you nodded, taking a cookie. You bit into it. “Wow, that’s delicious.”

“Thank you,” Helena smiled. “I baked them myself.” She extended the tray to Gerard and Mikey. For a moment, it was silent, as everyone sampled the baked goods. 

“So, how was the tour, Michelina?” Helena asked. 

Mikey flinched  involuntarily at the sound of his deadname being spoken. 

“What’s wrong?” Helena blinked, with concerned eyes. “Did the shows not go well? Did not enough people come to see you play?”

“No, the tour was great,” Mikey shook his head. “We sold out most of our shows. The kids loved us.” 

“Then what’s wrong, mi bambina?” Helena frowned. “Talk to me. I can see from your face, that something is wrong.” 

“There’s something that I need to tell you,” Mikey said, summoning his nerve. 

“I’m listening,” Helena encouraged. 

“I…..,” he faltered, not sure how to put it into words.

“C’mon,” you encouraged, squeezing his hand. “You were able to tell me, and Gee, and Frank, and Ray, when we were in Newark. You can find the words, here, too.” 

“Grandma, I….I don’t think I’m a girl,” Mikey said finally. 

There was a pregnant pause. It lasted mere seconds, but it felt like hours, as Mikey waited for his grandmother to say something. 

“You think….you’re a boy?” she realized. 

“Yes,” Mikey nodded. “While I was away, with the band, I started asking people to call me him, instead of her.” 

“And how did it feel?” Helena asked. “Being called that?”

“It felt….right,” Mikey explained. “Like it was what I was always supposed to be called.” 

“But if you’re a boy,” Helena considered, “then, we can’t call you Michelina anymore.”

“I’d….I’d like it, if you would call me Mikey,” Mikey pleaded. 

“Ok...Mikey,” Helena said, uncertainly at first, as if the word sounded foreign on her tongue. 

“You’re..alright with that?” Mikey stammered.

“Certainly, mi bambino,” Helena said softly. The effortless switch, brought a smile to your face. 

“I think….maybe, I knew for a long time...Mikey,” the old woman confessed. “You never like dolls, or tea parties, when you were a little one. You always wanted to play baseball with your brother. I remember when he was Batman for Halloween, one year, and you asked me to make you a Robin costume.” 

“I wanted to be Robin,” Mikey smiled softly. “Not Batgirl. Not Catwoman.” 

“And you were the cutest Robin in New Jersey,” Helena smiled. “Boy or girl….you will always be my kind, talented grandchild. And I will always love you.” 

“I love you, too, Grandma,” Mikey said, looking like he was going to cry. The elderly lady embraced him, and Gerard joined her, making it a group hug. 

You threw yourself onto the hug pile, as well. Now, Mikey really was crying. 

“We all love you, Mikey,” you said softly. “And we always will.”

[shaynawrites23]

Safe

Pairing: Cary Agos x reader

Word count: 2335 (wow, my longest fic so far)

Warnings: The Good Wife season 6 spoilers, maybe a little angst if you squint, mentions of prison

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The clock chimed eleven, the tolling the only sound permeating your apartment. It echoed softly through the rooms, giving the place an almost abandoned, ghostly feel. It wasn't abandoned, though; you sat in the large double bed, head leaning against the wall as you waited.

You checked your phone again with a sigh, hoping for a message, a missed call, anything. But your lock screen just stared back at you, empty.

It wasn't unlike Cary to work late nights. However, what was unlike him was not telling you. Maybe he forgot? No, he wouldn't...

You found yourself dialing his number before you could stop yourself. There was no way he'd be too busy to talk. No one would take depositions or anything at this hour.

"Cary Agos. If you're hearing this, I'm probably in court. Leave a message and I will call you back."

Voicemail.

Cary was a grown man, he could take care of himself, but... you had the sneaking suspicion something was wrong. You debated with yourself for a couple minutes before deciding to try and figure it out. So, you called Alicia.

"No, his car's still here," she said. "That's unusual. He said he was heading home and we haven't seen him. I can ask Robyn to help if you want."

Against your better judgement, you agreed. "Yeah. Thanks, Alicia."

"Anytime." She hung up and seconds later, Robyn called.

You agreed to meet at your apartment to try and figure it out, so you quickly got dressed again while she made her way over.

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Upon finding no trace of your boyfriend besides his car, the two of you headed to the local police station as a last resort. You were getting increasingly worried about him. You knew about his clients, especially Lemond Bishop. Hard not to, being a Lockhart-Gardner partner. But you couldn't help but fear for his life, as the drug dealer had a dangerous reputation.

Robyn tried to reassure you. Despite it not working, you appreciated her efforts and you told her so.

The young investigator went in ahead of you as you opted to wait outside so you could calm your nerves. She came back shortly afterwards.

"He's been arrested," she told you.

"What?" You could not be more incredulous. Cary was a good person, he had never had any brushes with the law and as a lawyer, he knew how to keep himself out of trouble.

"Cary got arrested. They say he helped Bishop transport drugs."

"Oh my god. Where is he? Is he here?" You wanted to see him, to hear his side of the whole affair. She nodded.

"Do you wanna see him?"

"Yeah."

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Robyn, the loyal friend she was, stuck by your side as you argued with the officer for the right to see your boyfriend. You were becoming increasingly impatient with him.

You finally threatened to call Alicia or sue him and he relented, leading you over to a bench where Cary sat, slumped against the wall while handcuffed to another man. The disheveled-looking man you didn't recognize, probably some troublemaker, noticed you walking over to them. He raised his finger to his lips in a shushing motion as he pointed with his free hand to a sleeping Cary.

"I'm his girlfriend." You gave him a tight-lipped smile but otherwise ignored him, crouching in front of Cary and shaking him gently. "Cary, hey, Cary."

He stirred awake, blinking a few times before remembering where he was. "(Y/N)?" he groaned, sitting up straighter.

"Yeah, it's me. What happened?"

He glanced at the officer, who rolled his eyes but gave you some privacy anyway.

"I have no idea, but they think I told Bishop how to avoid getting caught transporting heroin. 1.3 million in heroin."

"Oh my god. But you're innocent, right?"

"Yes, of course!" His eyes twinkled but you knew it was a serious matter. "I wanted to tell you, but they wouldn't let me call you."

"Don't worry about it, Cary. Robyn says they're gonna take you away anytime now, so is there anything I can do for you?"

He reflected on your question for a moment. "Call Alicia. I'm gonna need a lawyer and she needs to know what happened."

"Okay." You mentally took note of that. "Anything else?"

"A kiss would help." He grinned at you and despite your heart fluttering in your chest, you rolled your eyes playfully. At least he was okay. Always like Cary to make the best of any situation.

Robyn and the other arrestee averted their eyes as you pressed your lips to Cary's, his hand caressing your face as yours wrapped around his neck.

"Feel better?" You whispered when you pulled away. His eyes were still closed, as if trying to memorize the way your touch felt against his skin.

"Much," he murmured. "Thank you, (Y/N)."

"Don't thank me, Cary. I'm your girlfriend, and I'd do anything for you."

"So would I." He leaned in for another kiss, but Robyn cleared her throat.

"Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but I think the officer's getting impatient."

True enough, the officer stood a few feet away tapping his foot, and so you let go of your boyfriend.

"We'll figure a way out of this, Cary."

He nodded. "Will you visit me?" God, he sounded so vulnerable, your heart nearly broke. He was usually so confident and sure of himself, you were surprised to hear him speak like this.

"Of course I will."

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Alicia was as shocked as you were to hear about Cary's recent 'adventures,' and she immediately attempted to schedule a bond hearing. You told Diane as well, as she was not only your partner, but also your friend and confidante.

The day you'd hear how much his bail would be soon came, and naturally Alicia volunteered to represent him, being his partner and all. You wanted to stand by her to help defend Cary, but you didn't, in order to avoid any 'conflict of interest' protests.

You did sit in to watch the court proceedings, though, and you arrived together with Alicia. Then the ASA turned slightly and you caught a glimpse of his face. That was the shock of your life.

The prosecutor was none other than Finn Polmar.

"Oh dear lord," Alicia muttered under her breath and you knew she was thinking the same thing you were.

"Good luck," you called and she smiled.

"We'll take him down."

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1.3 million. 1.3 million. That was how much Cary's bail was. Why? No matter what Polmar might insist upon, he was not a flight risk.

The whole injustice made you bristle angrily and you wanted more than anything to give the ASA a piece of your mind. However, you knew that would be unwise and so you decided against it.

"We'll pay it," Alicia announced. "We can put together that much. Cary would do the same for us."

"Alicia, you have two kids. You can't afford-"

"I can take out a second mortgage on my apartment." She looked so decisive, and for a moment, you pitied her. She wanted to help so badly, she was capable of destroying her life.

"No. Keep your money, Alicia, you're helping us so much already in court. My parents are well off, my family can spare that money. I'll handle the bail, you can focus on court."

"Okay." She smiled before turning on her heel and entering her office.

You took a deep breath and headed to your car. Time to convince your parents to spend 1.3 million dollars.

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"1.3 million dollars? Why on earth would you possibly need that much?" Wow, to say your mother was surprised would be the understatement of the year.

"Long story, mom."

"Well your dad and I have time to hear it." You heard a confirming noise in the background, indicating you were on speaker, and your dad could hear your explanation as well. At least it would save you time.

"Okay. Do you remember Cary Agos?"

"The lawyer who just got arrested? First time I've heard of him," your dad replied.

"Yeah, that lawyer. He's also my boyfriend. I brought him to dinner once, remember?"

"Oh! That's your Cary?" Your mom exclaimed and you resisted the urge to facepalm.

"Yes. He's innocent; they only arrested him because they're after one of his firm's clients. Alicia Florrick is handling his case, but they can't pay his bail without getting the firm in financial difficulties. Cary's bail is set at 1.3 million, that's why I asked for it."

"(Y/N), that's still a lot of money, you know. Are you sure he's innocent?"

"Yes, dad," you groaned. "First of all, I know Cary. He would never do this. Secondly, I trust him with my life. If he says he's innocent, I believe him. I have no reason not to believe him unless someone gives me one."

"Okay. He's a nice kid, we'll help you guys out."

"Thanks, dad." You were certain they could hear your smile. "Thanks. It means a lot."

"No problem. Now go get your boy out of jail."

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God, how you hated Finn Polmar's guts sometimes. Well, maybe that was a bit strongly worded. He was a nice guy, he was just annoying the hell out of you right now.

What did he do? Simple.

First he had Alicia removed from the case after painting a picture of a supposed 'conflict of interest' due to their representation of Lemond Bishop. Okay, no big deal. You were a lawyer, so you knew plenty of other attorneys who could take over. So you asked Diane Lockhart to step in.

You then had Diane hand the check to the judge, the check of 1.3 million. Polmar, clearly not prepared for that, then proceeded to ask for a source of funds hearing.

And on top of that, the judge granted his request.

At least it was to take place that afternoon, so Cary wouldn't have to wait much longer. Still, while you had seen him the past few weeks, the frustration of not being able to touch him, of not being able to run a hand through his hair or trail your fingers down his arm, was really getting to you.

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Diane fought tooth and nail for the acceptance of the check, outlining your background and your parents' status in front of the court, repeatedly mentioning in between arguments that it wasn't your money, but your parents' money, and could therefore not come from illegal activities.

You held your breath, making eye contact with your boyfriend as you both waited in suspense for the judge's ruling.

"Okay. Given the source of this check, I will hereby accept it as payment for Mr. Agos's bail." He banged his gavel and you jumped up, embracing Diane over the short wall separating spectators from lawyers.

"Thank you, Diane."

"What are friends for?" She pulled away, smiling in that triumphant way she always did when she had a good day in court. "Now, go see him. I need to prepare for preliminary."

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He looked good for a supposed felon. You found him leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you. He got his suit back, and was now wearing it without the tie. A light stubble graced his face, and if you hadn't known, you wouldn't have been able to guess he just came from three weeks in prison.

"God, I missed you," he breathed in your ear as you embraced him, holding him as tightly as you could.

"I missed you too. So much."

He pulled away slightly only to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, stealing your breath in the way only he knew how.

Your knees almost buckled when he deepened the kiss, but he supported you with one arm on your waist.

You separated for air a few moments later, a dazzling smile painted on Cary's face and you were sure you mirrored his expression.

"Come on, baby. Let's go home."

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That didn't mean the fight was over. You won one battle, not the war.

You helped Diane build her case by feeding her information about your and Cary's dealings with Bishop. You were now part of Lockhart, Florrick and Agos as well, which made it easier for you to work with Diane as it was a smaller and more closely-knit firm.

In the meantime, Cary was re-adjusting to office life, especially with so many extra lawyers. However, you were both optimistic about his chances.

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You went to court with him the day of his preliminary hearing. Everything in you was hoping, wishing, praying for a dismissal. If Cary were sentenced to prison, you weren't sure if you could survive. You needed him; you loved him more than life itself.

You knew he was nervous too. Hard not to be, when facing fifteen years in prison. But Diane was a great lawyer, and you knew she'd do everything in her power to fight it.

You tuned out most of the hearing, focused only on Cary. You watched his expressions throughout the whole thing and you wished deeply that you were the one on trial, not him. He didn't deserve any of it. Quite on the contrary, in your eyes the boy deserved the world.

Only when the judge was about to rule did you force yourself to pay attention again. He seemed to be deep in thought, and you prayed to whatever deity might be listening that he'd dismiss any charges against him.

"In light of the circumstances and insufficient evidence to prosecute, I hereby dismiss any and all charges against Mr. Agos."

Everyone at the defense table cheered, and so did you. Cary embraced Diane before turning to you and doing the same to you.

Everyone filed out of the courtroom after that, and you waited until you were out in the hallway before kissing him, your body pressed tightly against his. He was free, a free man and now, you could fully relax. He was safe.

I wrote this as a way to emotionally cope with what happened to Cary end of season 5 and beginning of season 6. I know there’s not a lot of activity in the fandom and that there’s not really any fanfiction written about the show, but hey, there’s gotta be a first for everything, right?

I’m still trying to get the hang of Cary’s character, so I hope it sounds like him. I’ll probably write a few more Cary pieces over the next few weeks.

[shaynawrites23]

hello!! I wanted to ask you if you took requests?? if not it’s absolutely no problem :) so honestly I was thinking like an agst scene with Cary and the reader where they’re dating but like they fight over smth then it just ends with fluff. I asked because I read your Cary Agos x reader fic and I loved it so so much <333😭😭

Jealousy is Not a Good Look on You

Pairing: Cary Agos x reader

Word count: 1514

A/N: oh god, i don't even dare look at the date when you requested this- 😅 i am soo so sorry it took a century for me to write this. hope it was worth the wait lol

Cary was a person who liked closed relationships. Full commitment to your partner, full dedication to the relationship. This was something he could be even more certain of after his adventures with Kalinda, especially after the period in which she seemed to be choosing agent Delaney over him most nights.

Falling for nothing but a pretty face and half-hearted promises… he vowed he would never make that mistake again.

Are you sure you're not doing it again, though, Agos?

Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the thought, Cary glanced up through the glass walls of his office. Where was (y/n)? She was meant to be helping him on this high-profile case, but he hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since she left to get a drink of water half an hour ago…

Oh.

His girlfriend was standing next to the vending machine with James Rostron, the new intern. Both of them were smiling like good friends, but to Cary's mind saw much more than that. And when he saw James brush a finger on your arm… no, he had to tear his gaze away.

Was this another of his mistakes? Was he being paranoid, or was he truly just temporary for you?

The door handle squeaked as the door opened and her heels clicked against the tiled floors. He waited for a calculated moment before looking up from the document he was writing, to be met with (y/n)'s soft smile.

"Got your drink?" He resisted the urge to clear his throat at hearing the hoarse edge in his voice, trying to appear casual. 

"Yeah." She raised the plastic bottle she was holding as if in a toast. "How're things going here?"

Things? Oh right, the brief.

"It's coming along. Just finished this section here." He pointed it out on the screen of his laptop.

(y/n) paused. "Cary… that's the same thing you showed me last time. Are you alright?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine."

Gently, she reached out a hand and lowered the screen of his laptop. "No, I know there's something on your mind. You've been acting off for some time already. What's going on, love?"

Cary sighed, not meeting her eyes for several moments as he debated whether or not he should tell her truthfully. On the one hand, it was not an ideal time to start a fight, what with the case riding on the shoulders of their cooperation, but on the other hand… perhaps, if he told her, perhaps he could get James Rostron out of his system and they could go back to their easy dynamic from before he showed up.

Another sigh. "James Rostron." He now turned his head to meet her gaze. "The new intern. What does he always ask you for?"

"Who?" You blinked, confused.

"The guy at the vending machine. I've noticed him hanging around you on other occasions too."

"Oh, him. He asks me the most random questions… like today he asked me if I liked the park. Why would he need to know that?" You paused. "Wait… Cary, have you been watching me?"

"What?!" You could swear his eyes doubled in size. "No!"

"Then how do you know Jimmy – or whatever his name is – has been asking me stuff?"

"I can see the vending machine from here." He pointed in that direction to emphasize his point. "He likes you, you know."

"He what? How do you know that?" Before your boyfriend could reply, you held up a hand. "No, I have a better question: why does that matter? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, (y/n). I don't trust him. There's something off about him." He leaned closer, resting an arm on the desk and looking you straight in the eye. "Next time he comes to ask you questions, I want you to ignore him and leave the room. And perhaps most importantly, I don't want you to be alone with him. Ever."

"What?" You huffed out a laugh. "Why are you suddenly so worked up about this? At least explain to me why you want me to do all this?"

Cary sighed. "I can't explain it exactly. Call it instinct, but I don't trust him."

Shaking your head in an attempt to quell the frustration bubbling within you, you stood up and grabbed your bag. "No, not this, I'm not dealing with this right now." You paused halfway out the door to glance back at him. "You men are all the same. You pretend you don't trust other men but it's all just an excuse to have control over your girlfriends."

With that, you stalked down the hallway to your own office.

"Wait!" Cary leaped from his seat, dashing after you and grabbing your wrist. "That's not what I meant, I promise-" 

Oh, his imploring brown eyes were almost enough to get you to cave. 

Almost.

"Not now, Cary, I need a minute." More than a minute actually; you needed time to think. Deep down you knew Cary wasn't controlling, you knew he was telling the truth when he said he didn't mean it that way… but your previous experiences had left their mark on you, and you didn't want to hurt him more by saying something you didn't mean and would inevitably regret. So you pulled your hand out of his and turned away from him, heading to your office.

An hour passed – or was it two? – and you had barely gotten any work done. Your mind was whirling with thoughts about Cary, about your relationship, about what this meant for the two of you. 

Cary didn't seem like the controlling type. Then again, no one really showed their true colors in the beginning, did they?

After ten minutes of this back-and-forth, you sighed and grabbed your jacket, peering out the door of your office to check if the coast was clear before slipping down the hall to the elevator. Perhaps a walk would do you some good.

You successfully avoided Cary for two more days, though guilt was beginning to weigh on your heart. Part of you kept screaming that he didn't do anything wrong, but another part… another part of you was scared. And while you knew avoiding him wasn't the answer, you didn't know what the best course of action was.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, you didn't have to decide what to do. When you arrived at your office that morning, guess who you found in your chair?

Cary Agos.

A tired-looking Cary Agos, you realized, and another pang of guilt shot through your heart.

"Hey." 

One word. One word, that's all it took for you to fully realize how much you actually missed him. Letting out a breath that came out somewhat more shaky than you would have liked, you took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of your desk.

"Hi," you breathed. "Cary, I'm sorry for-"

He held up a hand to silence you at that, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. 

"Don't apologize. I was wrong not to give you an explanation. I-" Glancing up, he stood to close the door of your office before sitting opposite you again and continuing in a hushed voice.

"When I was Deputy State's Attorney, we had an intern. Bright lad, quick-witted, nothing really wrong with him per se. Until one day, Geneva Pine confided to me he had repeatedly been making unwanted sexual advances towards her. I fired him, but we couldn't do much more as it was a matter of her word against his; no proof.

Then yesterday, Linda came to Diane to speak about Rostron. You can guess what she had to say about him. Diane checked the security camera footage and sure enough, he's hitting on her, despite how its obvious to anyone who isn't a half-witted baboon that his advances aren't wanted. So Diane fired him on the spot and will be pressing charges." 

He paused for a moment, looking at his hands on your desk before looking back at you.

"And yes, I was also jealous. Not because of Rostron, specifically, just…" He chuckled. "(y/n), you could have any man — hell, any woman — you want. There's nothing stopping you from finding someone better than me, someone you like better than me."

Your mouth nearly dropped open at that. "What- Cary, what makes you think I would even want someone else?"

Your boyfriend only shrugged, a small smile on his face, though you could tell that was his way of trying to hide his insecurities. So you reached over the table and took his hands in yours as you looked deep into his warm brown eyes.

"Cary, babe, you need to give yourself more credit. You're amazing yourself, and I love you. I'm not leaving you, nor do I ever plan to. Just… please tell me what's going on next time instead of leaving me with all that vagueness."

Lifting your hand to his mouth, he placed a kiss to your fingers as he grinned. "Deal."