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littlexscarletxwitch · 11 months

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, this was based on a true story, not the flo part but the baby fever part lol, establish relationship, baby talk, flo self doubting, r babbling but like in a cute type of way (?), also billie's mention :)

warning(s): idk is wanting to have kids a warning (lol), baby talk (?), grammatical error, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: You wanna know what's crazy? I'm not sure if I want to be a mother, but like the baby fever sometimes kicks in, specially since I have two little brothers and I'm like a second mother to them (they actually have told me so). But I don't know... Anyway, I'm not native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy! Lots of love, M <3

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You remembered when all those new feelings had started: you were sitting across from her, getting lost in her forest green eyes, you didn't feel someone nudging your leg until that said someone screamed out at you.

"Jesus, you scared me," you smiled at the little toddler as you heard Florence's chuckle.

The little girl, who seemed to be only two years old, babbled some incomprehensible words at you. She only got cutter as you watched her face shift into a stern look. It appeared as she was trying to tell you something quite important.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you played along, accepting what you thought was an apology.

"Are you lost, little missy?" Florence said, getting her attention.

The toddler just looked at her and broke into laughter, which caused Florence to smile at her.

"What's so funny about me, huh? she playfully asked her, and the two year old just laughed even harder.

"I think it's your voice," you chucked.

"My voice is not funny," she pretended to be hurt, her hand clutching her chest.

"Well, it is to her," you couldn't hold your own laughter anymore as the tiny human kept on laughing.

“Oh, my God. She’s laughing at my voice.”

“Oh, thank goddess. You scared me to death, Charlie,” a young blonde woman said, getting closer to your table, and bringing the little girl to her chest once she was close enough. “I’m so sorry, she’s just learned how to walk and she likes it,” the woman joked.

“It’s okay, no problem, we were just chatting,” Florence reassured her with a smile.

As if wanting to be part of the conversation Charlie bubbled out some words.

“She’s so cute,” you scrunched your nose at her, making her laugh.

“Okay, say goodbye, Charlie,” Charlie’s mum moved her little hand around, waving at the two of you, as Charlie mumbled what you thought was a goodbye.

“Bye, Charlie,” the both of you said, smiling at the two year old.

[...]

Ever since that night you hadn’t stopped thinking about Charlie. Well, not Charlie actually, that would be creepy, but the idea of kids. Florence looked so happy the few seconds she shared with Charlie, you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest just by thinking of that night.

You had never thought about kids before that, sure, sometimes, but it was more like a second thought, like something far away from your reach, unlikely to ever happen. And after that night it became your only thought.

You found yourself watching TikToks about babies doing baby stuff, or maybe when taking a walk your eyes would linger on those couples pushing a trolley. Sometimes you would even look online for baby clothes and every time you couldn't help but to think it was the cutest thing ever. It also didn’t help the fact that your hormones would kick in and they would intensify all these feelings up to a hundred.

Florence, of course, didn’t notice how much you wanted a baby until you started to show her every baby picture you could find, every video you had watched, every kid you pointed out when the two of you went out on dates. So she started counting all the times you brought up that subject, by the third week she had lost count.

Now, there you were, lying on the couch, with your phone on your hand, scrolling down TikTok, watching videos of babies. She found it cute, fun even, because you wouldn't dare to actually spill the words out, too scared of what she would say.

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she broke the silence, taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I’m just on those days,” you mumbled.

Which was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. You had craved a baby before, during and long after your period. It didn’t matter, it was a thought that would cross your mind all the time, nonstop.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you something?”

You nodded, “It’s just the hormones. You know how it is, the moodswing,” you chuckled.

“Are you watching those baby videos again?” she raised a brow at you, there was a tint of smug in her tone.

“Yeah…” you frowned. “Why?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you are always watching those,” she teased, wanting for you to finally come clean.

“I am?” you asked, pretending to be unaware of that fact.

“Yes, missy,” she smiled at you.

‘Missy’, it only reminded you of Charlie and it made the whole thing even worse.

You huffed, “I guess I didn’t notice.”

“Y/n, is there something you want to talk about?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she could tell you were frustrated.

“Well, I’m not sure but—.”

“What's there to talk about, huh?” there was not a trace of anger in your words, it felt more like sadness. “That I would like a mini you running around the house, chasing after Billie?” the dog raised her head, thinking you had called out to her. “Because yes I would love that.”

“Y/n, I—,” her smug attitude dropped to the floor as she realised that there was no turning back now.

“I can’t stop thinking about Charlie, how soft and careful you were with her. You were on cloud nine, Flo, I could tell,” you sniffed, battling the tears. “And I want that… I want that for you and me, for us.”

“I understand, honey. I can see how much you want that,” she caressed your cheek. “But I’m not—.”

“No, please don’t say ‘but’. I can take a ‘maybe’, just not a ‘but’,” you eyes were filled with tears and Florence felt like her heart was going to break any second now. She hated to be the reason why you were crying.

“No, no, no, it’s not that I don’t want that. I do, I just don't want to be that kind of parent who’s always working, I don’t want to miss their first steps, their first words, I want to be there for them every step of the way,” she breathed out, as if she had been holding back for weeks.

Which she actually had. Ever since she added two plus two and realised you actually wanted a baby, all these self doubt and anxiety and worry got a hold on her.

“Flo, please, I know we can make it work. I won’t let that happen, I promise. You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing,” you joked, making her chuckled. “Besides, you had Charlie giggling and all happy, I think you got this.”

“Charlie was with us for like three minutes at most,” Florence, playfully, rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, you are right. But I know in my heart that you are going to be a great momma,” you grabbed her hands, taking them to your lips to kiss them.

“Y/n…”

“I get it, Flor. It’s scary, we are talking about an actual human being—.”

“Y/n…”

“But if anyone can do this, then it’s us—.”

“Y/n…”

“We could watch some films, or maybe read some books. I bet my mum still has that book about being a first time mother—”.

“Y/n…”

“We can even take some classes, they teach you everything nowadays and—”.

“Y/n!” this time Florence shook your shoulders trying to get your attention.

“Will you at least think about it? I know it’s a big decision and—”.

“Will you please let me talk?” she said with a tint of amusement.

“Right, sorry,” you smiled.

“You had me at ‘You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing’,” she smiled back.

“Does that mean…?” you left the question in the air, waiting for her to say it.

“Yeah, let’s make a baby. Shall we?” she asked, a grin formed on her face before she pecked your lips.

“Oh, my god!” you couldn't hold back your smile anymore. “Yes! Yes, we shall,” you threw yourself at her, leaving kisses all over her face.

“Okay, then let’s get down to business,” she said in between chuckles.

“Oh, you mean right now?”

“I thought you… I mean… if you don’t want to then—,” she was about to get up from the couch.

“No!,” you yelled, making her laugh. “Come back here, you twat.”

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-M

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Dance With The Devil (6)

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

WC: 4.3k

Summary: Sacrifices are made, and realizations come to light, but is it too late?

Warnings: violence, severe/fatal injury, blood, death 👀 (not really specified, implied i guess?), angst, crying, fluff, smoochin'

A/N: Even though I thought I wouldn't be able to post, I pulled through!! yay :) I'm sad that the series is ending... we only have one left after this 😭 thank you for sticking through it :)))

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Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Loki

I hear a quiet knock on the door, but I do not turn at the sound.

“Pardon me, Loki.” The voice of Mrs. Peters carries across the room.

“Leave me in peace,” I reply, staring at the rose between my fingers. My flower had given it to me the day we’d spent all afternoon in the garden. As if it is aware of her absence, it has started to wilt and die, but it is all I have of her now.

“The house is under attack!” She says, her voice full of urgency. I hear the sound of tires on the pavement, footsteps on the driveway, guns being loaded. “What should we do?” She isn’t really asking me what they should do; she knows. She’s only asking to try and get me to join in the fight. But I don’t want to fight. Not anymore.

“It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.” A petal falls from the rose, and I can’t help but find it poetic, fitting for this moment.

Mrs. Peters storms out of the room, clearly upset that I’m not jumping to defend the home. I am rooted where I stand, unable to move, unable to continue on.

Flower

You throw your body against the freight container door, but it’s no use. It won’t budge. You have no idea how long you’ve been trying to get it open, but your body aches, and it feels like it’s been hours. Days even.

Your father is curled up in the corner, shivering so hard you can practically hear his teeth chattering.

There’s no way out, and the reality of it all hits you like a brick. You sink down against the wall and press the heels of your hand to your eyes. You have no idea if Loki knows what’s happening. No one is going to look for you; no one is going to find you.

You shuffle over to where your father lays and rub his back, trying to bring him even an ounce of comfort. He can’t be in here for long; he needs to be seen by a doctor.

Time passes slowly as you wait and wait. Eventually, your father falls asleep, but you refuse to. You refuse to let your guard down for even a second.

Suddenly, footsteps crunch on the dirt outside the container, and your head shoots up. You’re standing in an instant, protecting your father from whoever is on the other side.

The lock clangs as someone tries to unlock it, but a moment later, you hear a loud snap, and the door swings open. A man dressed all in black stands on the other side, a pair of bolt cutters in hand.

“Come with me,” the man says, gesturing with his open hand. You shake your head, stepping closer to your father. “We don’t have time for this,” he grumbles, stalking into the container.

“Don’t touch him!” you shout, pushing the man away. He doesn’t flinch; he easily slips past you and gently picks up your father.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the man says, turning toward you. “We need to go before someone comes to check on you.” He walks out without another word, and you stare, stunned for a moment, before jogging to catch up with him.

The man places your father in the backseat of a car and buckles him in before opening the passenger’s side door for you. Hesitantly, you climb in and try to calm your breath.

“Who are you?” you ask as the man starts the car.

“Charlie Peters,” he replies, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. You still don’t recognize the area; Zemo’s men took you and your father so far away from town. Your jaw drops as you connect the dots. This is Mrs. Peters’ son.

“I met your mom,” you say, settling into the leather seat. “She’s a wonderful woman.” Charlie’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your words; that’s probably as much of a smile as you’re going to get from the man.

“Yeah, she is.” You stare out the window and watch the road speed by.

“How’d you find us?” Charlie turns onto the main road toward town, and you finally start to recognize your surroundings.

“Well, I work for the Laufeysons, but I’ve been watching Zemo for a while. None of his men are good at keeping shit to themselves, so I heard about your capture and knew I had to come get you.”

“And where are you taking us now?” You know he’s not headed in the direction of your house, but he’s also not headed back toward Loki’s.

“The Family doctor,” he says simply. The rest of the ride is spent in silence, and 10 minutes later, he pulls up outside of a single-story home. On shaky legs, you help your father into the home. Charlie talks to the doctor, who quickly begins taking your papa’s vitals. It’s nice to know that he’s being taken care of, but you’re still on edge. Your mind constantly drifts to Loki and what could possibly be happening to him. Zemo and Griffin are out for blood. You know Loki is strong but is he strong enough to take on this attack?

Charlie nudges your arm with his elbow, offering a steaming cup of tea to you. You mutter a quiet thank you and sip it, letting the warmth fill your chest.

“Thank you for bringing us here,” you whisper, watching the doctor administer some sort of treatment to your father. Charlie just shrugs.

“There is no need to thank me, I know how important you are to Loki and everyone at the house.” Your heart stutters at the thought of everyone else at the house. Levi, Cade, and Mrs. Peters have become your family in the short time you’ve been in Loki’s care. You can’t imagine what you’d do if they were hurt.

“Do you know if they’re okay?” You ask, chewing your lower lip. This time, Charlie’s brow furrows, and you can tell he’s hesitating to tell you

“Please, Charlie, I need to know.” Guilt creeps through your bones, settling in your gut.

Charlie shifts uneasily on his feet and pulls out his phone, scrolling through until he finds what he wants. “They haven’t been able to get into the house yet, but it’ll happen soon. Loki hasn’t mobilized anyone yet, I don’t think he will.”

“What?” You can’t believe this. Loki is just going to sit there and let it happen.

“That’s all I know, but Loki can handle himself. You don’t need to worry about him.” You shake your head; there’s no way you won’t worry about Loki and the people in that house. Charlie steps away from you to talk to the doctor, and you don’t give yourself time to think. You blow your papa a kiss and quietly walk toward the door. Charlie must not have expected you to try to leave because as you approach the entryway table, you see his car keys. You grab them and dart out the door before he can notice you’ve disappeared.

The second you start the car, Charlie bolts out of the house, yelling at you to get out. You just grit your teeth and ignore him, pulling out of the driveway and out onto the road.

The car’s GPS doesn’t have any locations saved, but you’re able to figure out how to get back to Loki’s mansion without too much trouble. As you pull up to the house, you see the fleet of black SUVs that had surrounded you earlier, the ones that had stolen you and papa from the hospital.

Men dressed all in black fire at each other out on the lawn and within the house, sending bodies falling left and right. You stumble out of the car and onto the pavement. Rain beats down on you, soaking you to the bone, but you don’t care. From where you stand, you can see Loki watching it all happen from the balcony of the West Wing, almost as if he hasn’t moved from where you left him.

It’s hard to believe that not even a day has passed since he gave you the necklace you now clutch between your shaking fingers.

You watch as Loki turns and walks into his office as if in a trance. Once he’s out of sight, you scramble toward the house, ducking behind trees and cars for protection. As you get closer to the house, you see Cade tending to a wounded man a few feet away. You slip on the wet pavement, and his eyes shoot to you.

“What– what are you doing here?” He asks, patting the man on the shoulder before jogging over to you. Cade helps you up and holds your shoulders tightly, scanning your face with a kind of care you hadn’t expected him capable of.

In all honesty, you’re not really sure why you’re here. It’s not like you can stop the attack. Deep down, you know that you just want to be with him. You want to be here with Loki no matter what. He’s been alone for so long; you don’t want him to be alone in this too.

“Where is he?” You ask instead of explaining. Cade shakes his head but grips your hand in his, tugging you behind him toward the house. He covers you when you’re spotted, but he doesn’t let you get hurt. As he guides you through the battlefield, your eyes catch on the balcony of the west wing again. Though this time, you see Loki and a figure behind him. You don’t even think as you pull yourself from Cade’s grip and run toward the balcony.

“Loki!” You scream, the sound tearing from your chest. “No!”

Griffin throws himself at Loki, nearly toppling them both over the edge of the balcony. Though you know both men are armed, you know Griffin well enough that he’s a cocky bastard and will try to win with only his strength.

Loki doesn’t even fight; he just lets Griffin take him down and beat him with his fists. You can’t tear your eyes away, even as Cade rushes to your side. He grabs your arm, but you’re stuck where you stand. You scream up at Loki and Griffin, but either they don’t hear, or they don’t care.

“Come on,” Cade grunts, trying to pull you away. You push at his arm, tears streaming down your face.

“Why isn’t he fighting back?” You yell partially at Cade but mostly at Loki. Cade doesn’t respond. He just pushes you behind an overturned car as another round of gunfire blares through the air.

Griffin, seemingly fed up with Loki’s lack of fight, pulls out his gun. You watch, bile rising in your throat as he fires down at Loki. His body shudders at the impact, and you scream again. You fight against Cade’s hold, but he won’t let you go.

Loki

Blood pours from my wound, and I cradle my arm, rolling up onto my knees. He fires a few shots into the air, clearly trying to scare me and anyone else on my side into submission. But I’ve already succumbed. There is nothing left for me with her gone. Today there will be a changing of the ranks; I will be cast out from my family and everything I’ve known.

Griffin yells at me as I grip my shoulder. “Get up! Get up! What’s the matter, Loki? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” He’s angry that I won’t give chase, that I won’t turn into the monster he knows me to be. I look down at the ground below, rain dripping from my hair into my eyes. Thunder claps loudly, but it doesn’t mask the sound of Griffin reloading his gun.

“Griffin!” someone screams, the sound ripping from their throat. “Stop!” Griffin turns to look, anger rolling off of him in waves.

The thunder doesn’t mask the sound of my flower’s voice shouting at him to stop. I see her out on the lawn, fighting against Cade’s hold.

A smile tugs at my lips at the sight of her, disheveled and furious in the rain. “My beautiful flower.” I manage to stand as Griffin stalks to the other side of the balcony.

“Griffin, don’t!” She screams again, breaking out of Cade’s arms and running toward the house as quickly as she can.

Griffin uses my distraction to his advantage, swinging his gun at my jaw, but seeing her has lit a fire in my heart. I catch his wrist, forcing him back as I stand at my full height. I knock the weapon from his hand and hear it clatter to the ground below us.

Without his weapon, Griffin is weak. I swing at him, my fist connecting with his face. I am stronger than him, but my wounded shoulder prevents me from using all my strength. I push him back enough to slip away, hiding in the shadows as I cover my wound.

I hear Griffin’s footsteps approaching, the section of roof we are on is large, but he will find me in a moment. “Come on out and fight!” He stops walking and begins laughing to himself. “Were you in love with her, Loki? Did you honestly think she’d want you when she had someone like me?”

A growl rips from my chest as I lunge at Griffin, tackling him.

Griffin backs away from me, holding his arms out. “It’s over, Loki! She’s mine!”

I shake my head. Fuck him. The thought of her hands on another man, the thought of someone else tainting her skin with their touch sends fury ripping through me. Now that I have had her, that she has slipped her way into my heart she is mine. I am hers, she owns me heart and soul. No one has ever made me feel this way, I don’t want anyone but her.

I tackle him once more and grip him by the throat, whipping a large knife out of my belt. I shove it through his shoulder, pinning him to the roof. He howls in pain as I remove my pistol from its holster and place it against his forehead.

Griffin goes pale, shaking beneath me, unwilling to take the punishment for his actions. Like a pussy, he starts begging me for his life. “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything!”

I click the safety off and put a bullet in the chamber. My finger rests on the trigger, ready to press, but I don’t. I stare at the man below me and shock myself as I stand, stepping away from him.

From the balcony above me, I hear a voice call to me. “Loki!” I turn and see her. My beauty, tears and rain streaking her face.

I call back to her, choking on her name. I climb up the roof to her, pulling myself up on the side of the balcony. She stands in front of me, gripping my shoulders. I don’t even feel the pain in my wound. She has erased it all.

“You came back,” I whisper, unable to believe she is here.

She stares back at me, shaking her head and smiling softly as if she, too, cannot believe it. I feel her tug on me, trying to pull me over the ledge, and I move to help her when something tears its way into my back.

I cry out in pain as Griffin lodges the blade I’d stabbed him with into my back. My flower grips me as I sway with the movement of Griffin pulling it out. He tries to stab me again, but this time, his grip slips. He doesn’t have someone on the other side to hold him steady.

Griffin falls for what feels like an eternity, and I do not look down to see where he lands.

My flower doubles her efforts to pull me to safety, and I do my best to climb up, but I feel the strength pouring from my wounds.

Black invades my vision as she lays me on the balcony. Her face is all I see as I fight to keep my eyes open. Her beautiful bright eyes, her kind smile. The pain overcomes me, and I finally give in, letting my eyes fall shut.

Flower

As Loki’s eyes close, you feel the world cave in.

“Loki,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face, melding with the raindrops that soak your skin.

Loki’s eyes flicker open, and he sucks in a shuddering breath. “You came back.” This time it isn’t a question; he doesn’t doubt what he sees before him. His hand reaches to your cheek, fingers fitting around your jaw and back into your hair, holding you how he always would.

“Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them-- This is all my fault. If only I’d gotten here sooner--” You lean your face into his hand, placing your fingers over his, trying to get closer to his embrace.

“Your beauty has started wars, my pet, and you think I would not fight for you?” You shake your head, this never should have happened. “Maybe it’s better this way,” Loki grunts, a slight smirk upon his lips. His thumb brushes the tears from your cheek.

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be all right. We’re together now,” you sniffle, trying to hold your voice steady. “Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see,” you can’t hide the way your words crack, but you want to be strong. For him. For Loki.

“At least I got to see you one last time.”

As his hand falls from your face, your world shatters. Your heart stops beating, the Earth stops turning.

“No... please, no...”

The rain beats down on you as you collapse on top of Loki’s quiet form. You sob into his chest, holding onto the lapel of his jacket.

You are oblivious to the watchful eyes of Cade, Levi, and Mrs. Peters on you, the sad glances they exchange, knowing their fate is sealed.

“No, no,” you sob, lifting your head to look at Loki’s face. You touch your forehead to his, wishing he would just open his eyes and smile at you as if it were all some stupid joke. “Please don’t leave me. I love you.” Tilting your head, you press a final kiss to his lips, still soft and warm.

Thunder cracks loudly above you, and footsteps scuff against the wet cement. Warm hands press against your back, and a loud sob escapes from your lips. Mrs. Peters crouches beside you, moving your soaking hair from your face. Even though you’re draped over Loki’s body, she still embraces you.

“I’m not going to make you come inside,” she whispers, gently running her fingers along your spine. “I’m not going to make you do anything, dear.” You nod, sobbing into Loki’s chest. New footsteps, and then Levi is crouching down on the other side of Loki. He places a hand on Loki’s forehead, a mournful look stitched into his features.

“Zemo’s men are either all dead or contained. There’s a doctor here, though; she should come out here,” he says gently. You nod, and Levi waves out the doctor. She looks young, but if she’s employed by the Laufeysons, she must be trustworthy. You hold onto Loki’s hand as she examines Loki. You don’t know how he can be saved at this point. His wounds are too severe.

Cade steps out as well and crouches beside you and Levi. “They’re here.” His voice is low and gruff, it’s filled with grief. He turns to you and gives you a sad look. “Loki’s uncle,” he explains. “He’s here to take over since the contract wasn’t fulfilled.” Contract?

He’s running out of time.

You shake your head, not ready to admit all that this means for Loki’s people.

“You love him?” The doctor asks you, pulling your attention.

You stare at her, head foggy from tonight’s events. “Yes,” you whisper. The doctor nods, then calls over a man. They speak in hurried whispers before two more men come to the doctor’s side.

“We need to bring him inside if we’re going to help him,” she tells you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nod, and the second you do, the men lift Loki and carry him back into the west wing.

You wake slowly, eyes struggling to open fully. Your body feels heavy, but your head is clear. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, but when they do you see Mrs. Peters in the chair beside the bed. You’re drowning in pillows and blankets; part of you wants to settle back in and go back to sleep.

The other part of you doesn’t let you forget what happened to Loki.

You shoot upright, head spinning at the movement. “Loki,” you whisper, throat dry.

“It’s okay, dear,” Mrs. Peters says, quickly moving to your side. “Shh, shh.” She places her hand on your head and eases you back into bed.

“What– what’s going on?” You ask as she brings a glass of water to you.

“You’ve been asleep for quite some time, dear. You were sick, so surely that was part of it, but I think the rest was fear.” You sip the water and nod, images of Loki’s lifeless wounded body on the wet balcony flashing through your mind.

Mrs. Peters opens her mouth to speak again, but you shake your head. You don’t want to hear more about that night or what happened to Loki.

Even though your head protests, you shuffle out of the pile of blankets. You slide out of bed on unsteady legs and take a deep breath. Mrs. Peters follows close behind, and you walk out of the room and into the hallway. Even though each step feels impossible, you finally make it to the kitchen.

Mrs. Peters jumps into action, making you a quick breakfast while you stare out the kitchen window to the yard outside. It’s hard to believe that a few days ago, it was a battlefield littered with bodies. When she places the food in front of you, you eat despite not feeling hungry.

Time passes strangely, your thoughts muddled. What happens next? Where do you go from here?

You move through the days in a trance, each day bleeding into the next. It takes almost three days for the fog in your mind to clear. Something has been happening in the house, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Levi and Cade have been checking in on you, but you don’t want to talk to anyone. You just sit with your thoughts and wait for something to change. Wait for something to get better.

Tonight, the sky is clear, and the stars shine brightly through the darkness. You find yourself on the balcony in the west wing.

You stare out at the sky, looking for answers. Even just standing out here makes your throat tight with emotion. Images of Loki bleeding to death in front of you flash before your eyes. You can practically feel him, his presence with you now.

You tell yourself there’s no use standing out here, so you turn around to leave when your breath catches.

Loki leans against the entry to the balcony, a hand braced against the wall, the other pushing hair out of his face. Tears bloom in your eyes, and you make no effort to hold them back. You want to run to him, but your feet don’t move.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though, cocking his head and grinning mischievously. Loki slowly walks toward you, masking his injuries well but not well enough to deceive you into thinking he is fully healed.

You spring forward when he is only a few steps away, practically launching yourself at him. Loki catches you in his embrace, enveloping you with his long arms.

“It’s you,” you whisper into his chest, hearing his heart beating wildly beneath his ribs.

“It’s me,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your tears are wetting his shirt, but you don’t care.

“You’re alive.”

“Yes, my flower, I’m alive.” You tilt your chin up and find Loki already looking down at you, bright eyes shining with adoration. He leans his forehead against yours, eyes gleaming, and kisses you.

He lifts you off your feet, not breaking contact, and takes your breath away. His kiss is all-encompassing. It scares away any doubt you ever had of Loki’s strength. It’s a balm soothing your wounds.

It’s all him.

The fairytales might’ve gotten something right. The feeling of being in Loki’s arms again, of his hands holding you, of his lips pressing against yours, is magic. Right now, you’re invincible as long as you’re with Loki.

Even though the day you met him, you thought Loki was a monster, there’s something there… it’s always been there; you just weren’t ready to see it.

“My beauty,” he whispers, breaking from the kiss. He still holds you, still doesn’t let you out of his embrace. “I thought I’d lost you.”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “You could never lose me,” you reply. Loki smiles that mischievous grin that makes your heart thud and laughs.

“I love you,” he says, voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest. “I love you.”

“Loki,” you can barely speak, barely breathe, at his confession. His bright eyes stare deeply into yours, seeing right through you, and you melt. “I love you.”

All is right in the world as Loki kisses you breathless. He carries you back into the home, through his office, and to a room you’ve never been into before. A large bed catches your attention, and Loki wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, sending laughter bursting through you.

He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, crowding you with his larger body. Your heart sings with the feeling of truly being at home. At peace.

Papa always told you that home is where the heart is. Truer words have never been spoken.

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Who I Write For

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Birthright: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

The other half of the team is just arriving at Chrissy and Mary's house. Chrissy is Charlie's pregnant wife who lives at the house with them.

"What happened with Stephen?" Hotch asks.

"Rossi is with him right now. He didn't kill those girls. I'm better off here. I can feel the victims. They're here or they were tortured here. Their energies are everywhere."

JJ and Derek head to the house to talk to Chrissy while the rest of the team hangs back and waits for her approval. When Chrissy nods in agreement for your team to search, you head off in the direction where the energies feel the strongest.

The other officers notice this barn in the back of the property, and the closer you get to it, the stronger the feeling gets. Something is inside this barn, and you're not so sure you want to see it. However, you need to get it open, so the officers produce bolt cutters to snap the bolt lock on the front door.

The big double doors open, and you head inside cautiously. The stench inside is disgusting, and when you find the source of the smell, tears flow down your cheeks. There is a tree stump in the middle of the barn, and there is an axe lodged into the middle of the stump. That's not the thing that is making you cry.

The thing that is making you cry is the body parts littered on the ground, and based on everyone else's reaction, only you can see them.

"This is where he cut them up," you sniffle and look away from the stump.

You wipe your eyes as Spencer wraps his arms around you to comfort you. He kisses the top of your head, and you lean into his side.

"Are you okay?"

"No, but I can handle it," you sigh.

"Obviously this is where he's been torturing them, but where's he keeping them?" Emily asks.

"Somewhere isolated. He can't risk storing them close to his house."

"They're close," you say and pull away from Spencer. "I can feel them. I can feel Tara. She's alive, but she's close."

"Do you know this property?" Hotch asks John.

"No, I only had contact with Robert in town."

You look in the front yard and see Mary get out of her car and walk over to your team.

"Ms. Wilkinson?"

"Chrissy called me. What's going on?"

"We're looking for Charlie." She doesn't seem all that shocked about this, so you press on further. "Don't you want to know why? You knew Charlie was an angry kid and made excuses when he killed the neighbor's cat. You saw the path he was going down. It's why you moved away from this place. You knew what happened here."

"No, that's not true."

"You were afraid of the person he came from. You thought if you just took him away from his father's home, and you kept it all a big secret, then everything would be okay."

"I protected him," she tries to say, but you continue.

"The problem is, with a boy like Charlie who has so much anger and so many questions, needs to know where he came from. He wouldn't quit until he knew, and then one day, he figured it out."

"It was over, John," she says to the old sheriff. "You didn't have to worry about any other girls getting hurt. I did not want my son to have the legacy that his father was a murderer."

"Where's Charlie now?" John asks.

"I don't know. Honestly, I don't," she sighs.

Chrissy might be more help than Mary is being right now, and you can't be in this barn. You turn and head inside the house with Hotch where JJ is talking to Chrissy.

"Chrissy, where does Charlie go to be alone?"

"The barn."

"Where else?"

"I don't know," she stutters.

Spencer is rummaging through the house in search of something that could help you figure out where Charlie is when he comes out holding a notebook in his hands.

"This was locked in the closet. It looks like it was Robert's journal before Charlie got his hands on it."

"What does it say?" you ask.

"So, Charlie went looking for a father figure and this is who he found," Hotch sighs.

"He was killing animals. It's clear he already has murderous impulses, and finding this must have made him feel like it was okay, like it was almost his birthright."

"Is there anything in there about where he keeps them?"

"Nothing yet.

"Keep reading," Hotch orders.

You pat Spencer's back as you pass by him and head back outside to the barn. Maybe there is something inside here that can help you figure out where the girls are or where Charlie is. Derek and Emily are discussing the peace sign that Karen carved into the wall that would bring her peace whenever Robert would come for her. There is no peace sign here, so this is the only place where Robert and Charlie would cut the girls up before disposing of their bodies.

"Karen said he'd make her walk outside," Emily says.

"Do you think she can handle coming back to this place?" Derek asks you.

"For someone who has buried this for twenty-seven years, she is going to need all the support she can get. I know if I looked my rapist in the eyes, I wouldn't be able to handle it, and that happened over a decade ago. I'll be here to help her through it, though."

Emily was the one who called Karen over, and despite her not wanting to, she knows she is the only one who can help find these missing children. Stephen came with her for moral support, and as soon as she arrived, you could feel just how scared she is. She is terrified, so you approach her with a gentle and calming aura so it's not worse for her.

"Thank you for coming. We all know this can't be easy for you."

"She's been shaking the whole way here," stephen says.

"Karen, look at me." You wait until she does. "You survived. Robert cannot hurt you anymore. You are strong."

"You can do this, mom."

Karen takes a few steps to the bar and she recoils in disgust.

"Oh, God. That smell was a part of me. Who's that?"

You look behind you to see Mary Wilkinson standing three and eyeing Karen from a distance.

"That's Mary Wilkinson."

You're not sure if it's a good idea to say her last name, but she has to know who she is. At the mention of her name, Karen sees red. You could feel her fear turn into rage, and you step in between the two women, but she pushes you off to the side.

"The wife? He tortured me every single night. Could you hear my screams? Did you kiss him when he was finished with me?!" she screams at Mary.

"Please, Karen, don't do this to yourself," you beg, but she doesn't listen.

"What did she think he was doing in that barn every night? Did you ask? Did you ask why he wanted to be away from you? Why? Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you help?"

Karen is a sobbing mess, and that causes Mary to snap.

"I killed him!"

"What?"

"Before Charlie was born. I came home, I saw this place, and I knew what he had done. I couldn't let my innocent baby be brought into this."

The statute of limitation is up for what Mary did, but if you're being honest, you don't care that she killed him, she must have done it for a good reason. Karen, after hearing this, she calmed down quite a bit. Mary and Karen take some time to regroup before everyone heads inside the barn.

Karen tries really hard to remember something about her captive days, but it's like something is inside her mind blocking out the traumatic experience. She is now allowing herself to remember, and this is where you come in.

"I... I don't know where he'd take me. He always had that bag over my head," she sighs.

"You do remember something. I'm going to help walk you through it. Close your eyes for me." You wait for her to do that before continuing. "What did the ground feel like? Take a few steps."

Karen takes a few steps and reaches out to her son, and Stephen grabs her hand to let her know she is safe and he is with her.

"Leaves and twigs," she finally says. "It was a long walk. There was a hill. I stumbled. There's something soft and cold, but it--it's covering something hard."

"Like wood?"

"Rocks," she corrects. "Taller than me."

"That's along the north side of the property," Mary speaks up.

Now you know where the girls are hidden.

"Karen, thank you for doing this. You helped so much." You step outside the barn and see Hotch exit the house with Spencer. "Hotch, we might have something."

"Alright, it's your time to shine," Derek says, patting you on the back. "Do you see anything?"

"So much energy is here that I can barely make out the color of your eyes."

"They're brown. Let's go."

You take the lead on this one and follow the strings of blue energies leading out of the bar. It's like they know you're connecting to them and following them. They guide your way around the property, taking you through the trees and to the north side of the property. All the energies kind of blend and swirl around each other in one main trail, but each individual kind of energy stems from the base like a spine.

That represents each girl trying to get away and escaping his grasp, but they all take the same trail to where they all ended up eventually. The trail of energy takes you to a clearing where there are rocks leading to a caged off area. If you weren't looking for it, you would have skipped over it easily.

Hotch and John take off the grated cage door and enter carefully, calling out to whoever might be in here.

"Hello?"

"Help us!" a girl says from deep inside the small cave. "We're in here, please! Oh, my god."

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Derek asks once he walks inside.

There are only two girls inside, one of them is Tara. There is another girl who is passed out, and the ambulance is called for both of them. When they arrive on scene, they assure your team that both girls are going to make it after some hospital care.

"Where the hell's Charlie?" you sigh. You see Mary standing off to the side with a guilty look on her face, and you walk over to her in determination. "Where would Charlie go?"

"I don't know," she sighs.

"What about your husband?" Hotch asks.

If Charlie had taken up Robert's hobbies, then he would have gone to places where Robert would have gone.

"Well, there's a place on the battlefield. It's over the ridge."

"Can you show us?"

It's Mary's turn to lead the way, and the closer you get to where Robert used to hang out, the more you felt Charlie's angry and hateful rage. You also felt someone else's, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed off the trees, and you picked up your pace. Standing in by a statue is Chrissy, there is a gun by her feet, and Charlie is lying dead on the ground in front of her. Derek rushes over to Charlie to check if he is alive, but he isn't.

"He's gone," Derek sighs.

"He came at me. I had to do it," Chrissy says with a monotone voice.

Mary looks at Chrissy, and the two of them have an understanding through their eyes. You know Chrissy is lying, but you're glad that someone like Charlie is off this Earth, no matter how bad that sounds.

JJ is off to the side with a stressful look on her face, and you take this opportunity to talk to her about what's been bugging her.

"What's been going on? You can talk to me, you know this."

"If you stop caring, you're jaded. If you care too much... it'll ruin you."

"Story of my life," you scoff, but you take this seriously. "It's better to care, JJ. We did everything we could. Sometimes we get it right but sometimes we don't. It's always better to care."

"You really believe that?"

"I do. If you stop caring, then they win, and I refuse to let someone like Charlie ever win."

This whole case has gotten everyone stressed out, and it doesn't help that Haley filed for divorce with Hotch. He's doing the best he can, but she doesn't get that sometimes, it's not about her. You're thankful you found someone like Spencer who is also in the same line of work as you, so he understands that work has to come first sometimes.

Mary and Chrissy had to live with horrible people who did horrible things. In the end, they killed them because it's better than having them rot in prison. You understand why they killed their husbands.

You don't know what you'd do if you found out someone you love had the capabilities to do something so horrible.

"A simple child that lightly draws its breath and feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?" - Wordsworth

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HEADCANONS' MASTERLIST: Uncharted:

1] Sailor! Sam Drake Headcanon

2] Sam Drake being your best friend's brother Headcanon

3] Sleep Headcanons for all the Uncharted Characters

4] Pre-engagement Rings Headcanons for Sam Drake and Harry Flynn

5] Headcanon where Sam Drake and reader are friends that have unspoken feelings for each other. Reader dates someone who cheats on her, Sam steps in..

6] Drunk! Headcanons for the Uncharted boys (part 1) || Drunk sex! Headcanons for the Uncharted boys (Part 2)

7] Headcanons for being married to Nathan Drake

8] Headcanons for being married to Sam Drake

9] Headcanons for flowers for the uncharted gang!

10] Headcanons for Harry Flynn realizing he's falling in love

11] Nathan Drake x Chubby!Reader Headcanons

12] Headcanons for Sam Drake's and Reader's first kiss

13] Sam Drake x Chubby!Reader Headcanons

14] Headcanons where Sam Drake watches his S/O get ready

15] Headcanons for how Sam Drake would react if his girlfriend is sad + how he comforts her.

#uncharted #sam drake x reader #nathan drake #rafe adler #uncharted fluff #harry flynn #nathan drake x reader #rafe adler x reader #harry flynn x reader #charlie cutter #charlie cutter x reader #uncharted headcanons

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Dangerous (Part 1/2)

Description: It was your best friend’s bachelorette party in one of London’s best clubs when two men had closed a bet if they would be able to seduce you. And in the end, the night ended up way better than you originally anticipated.

A/N: Oh, we're back. For this two-part one-shot, I approached both of the idiots very differently - I wanted Sam to have this sexual hotshot energy while Cutter had more of that mysterious daddy vibe. And I think that somehow, it really suits both the boys. Enjoy.

Pairing: Charlie Cutter x reader x Samuel Drake (We stan a threesome in this house)

Playlist: Idiot sandwich that stole my heart™

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Part 2.

It was just another night in downtown. The sunlight was slowly fading away, ladies wore tight and short skirts, and gentlemen were sipping whiskey in the nearby bars. And London was no different. It was one of the most favorite tourist locations since it was mostly colder in there during summer and it was the crown jewel of England. Soho and Chinese street looked especially magnificent at that time of the year.

Yet the clubs were especially full of people as well. Swedish and European students, you gonna love this, mate, as Charlie said Samuel a million times. Cutter and Drake, formerly known as Morgan, were two gentlemen in their best years. They weren't some boys who would bend you over the nearest bed without knowing what to do. No. They both were quite tall, one of them would even say fairly handsome - and skilled in the first place.

Drake, the definition of a small bitch according to Cutter, was rather persistent with choosing some warmer locations like the Bahamas or the Canary Islands, let alone Cuba, for their summer vacation. But Cutter, who was born and lived his whole life in England, told him to go fuck himself and that this year, he’ll show Drake the European hospitality and girls. Samuel had to say that these young kittens looked magnificent, from both up close and from the distance.

Norwegian girls had the dirties eyes he had seen, French girls could whisper them some sweet nothings the whole night, Hungarian girls were fiery enough to show them who is the boss, Czech and Slovak girls knew well how to handle alcohol and Russian girls were both tough and sweet as candy at the same time. Yet Samuel didn't stop bitching about London being the color-less, boring city he always saw on the postcards. What did it matter that the Queen was living there when the only location which tingled Samuel’s senses was the Tower? Yet Cutter told him that Sam hadn't seen shit yet.

And bloody hell, as British men would say when they walked into the club, Samuel knew what was the boy talking about. That was the energy Sam needed to feel alive since he was rotting in hell for God knows how long. Alcohol being poured in gallons, tight pairs of jeans, and laughter all around. And this wasn’t some boring-ass club either, as Samuel would say. People were dancing, which he hasn't seen in ages. Cutter most took him to poker tournaments or to play darts.

"Bee’s knees, I love this bloody place." - Cutter sighed and took the bomber off, walking stairs down to walk to the bar of the place itself. - "Come on, you prick, don't just stand there!" - He called at Samuel with a raspy voice, laughing out loud. Sometimes, Sam looked like a small boy in a toystore. Especially when he was looking at so many lovely bottoms and tits.

"One Pimm’s Cup and a Sex on the Beach for this lady over here." - Cutter winked at the barmaid who smiled back at him, already holding the shaker to prepare some of the best drinks in London.

"What are we? Fucking ladies to drink cocktails?" - Sam asked back, leaning his back to the bar, looking around. His eyes were doing their best to see it all - the girl with afro trying to kiss the soul out of her partner's body, the boy who had his hand in his girl's panties and the twerking group in the middle of the dancefloor.

"Mate, you hadn't learned shit while you were in London. You need to start slowly before pouring down vodka and other shit." - Cutter told him, smiling at the barmaid who brought them the drinks. She was sweet - her blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her face was full of freckles. She was just the type of girl Cutter liked. Sweet, innocent, and pretty. - "Thank you, darling." - The bald man smiled at the barmaid before she ran off to serve another customer.

"And you still think that you're attractive enough to get under a young girl's panties. Who is dumber here? Cheers, mate." - Samuel answered with a dramatic British accent, toasting to Cutter before taking a sip through the straw. Yet Cutter's grin was making him sure that he had just bumped into an interesting topic.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Samuel. Both American and European chicks go crazy for a British accent. All you have to do in the bed is talk and they cum on their own." - Cutter looked around with a shit-eating grin. He knew very well that he's right. A good portion of women was into a thick British accent and his raspy voice. The voice alone could work wonders between girl’s thighs, so being tall, muscular, and having this bad boy vibe was just a bonus usually.

"I think you're lying, brother, but what can I know? I usually put my mouth to use too, but we ain't talkin’. And this mouth can show you the universe, I tell ya." - Samuel answered with a nasty grin as well, his Boston accent being fully put to use at that point. Cutter started to laugh out loud, having Samuel clueless.

"Nice to know, I will remember that, mate. You wanna show me or what?" - Cutter asked, sipping another sip of his ice-cold drink.

"You're such a douchebag." - Samuel laughed as well since Cutter knew how to turn every single situation into a stand-up.

"You see the chick at three o’clock?" - Cutter mumbled from sipping, still looking in front of himself. Samuel carefully checked her out. Not that she would notice a man staring in a club full of people, yet Samuel didn't want to come across as a creep. She was... Pretty. As a lot of women inside the club. She was yelling something at the barmaid so she would hear her, standing there in some old sneakers. Her clothes didn't reveal that much, it was just a normal white top and a pair of blue jeans. Yet something about that face made both the idiots grin when thinking about showing her the edge of paradise.

"Yeah, you bet your fucking British ass I do see that girl." - Samuel returned to the previous position, grinning into his straw just the way Cutter did. Both boys liked girls who had that little spark about them. You never could quite put the finger on it, yet it was there. You couldn't name or label it - it was the flame of the unknown, a promise of fun or... See? Neither of them knew what it is, but she had it.

"And since we’re in this bloody town for the last night, I wanna bet, mate. Since I know that British accent is a hit with the ladies and you keep telling me about some magical Boston mouth, whoever gets the girl, wins something." - Cutter put the empty glass on the bar, grinning at Samuel, having the man grinning back. Timber was yelling all over the club and it felt 2013-ish. The barmaid automatically brought both men a shot of their finest vodka since Cutter came to the club pretty frequently.

"What’s the somethin’ we talkin’ ’bout?" - Samuel bit his lower lip when the girl got her drinks and ventured back to the back of the club where the tables were. Both of them poured the vodka down their throats at the same time, both of them having that face.

"I don't know. Maybe some expansive liquor?" - Charlie asked, but after that, he started laughing. - "Oh, I know, when I get her down tonight, you owe me a ride on your motorbike baby and night with this beautiful lady." - He offered Samuel his palm, watching Sam slowly shaking it.

"When I win, your best bomber is mine. Who goes first?" - Samuel crunched the knuckles and to his surprise, Charlie motioned for him to go.

"Ladies first, mate, ladies always go first." - Charlie smiled, asking for two bottles of beer. When Samuel got his beer, he shook his head but started walking in the direction of your table.

***

It was your friend's bachelorette party and for a reason, she chose a club in London from all the destinations, like France or Italy, she could choose. You were not from there, but she wanted something big and fancy, so she decided to go for a weekend to London. You were more of staying put at home person, yet you didn't want to upset her just days from her wedding.

"Your dinks, ladies." - You yelled, earning an excited yelling of your shit-faced friends back. You’ve been sticking to beer the whole four hours you've already spent in that God-forsaken place, you've been just fine at that moment, being on bottle number four by that time.

"You're my favorite maid of honor." - Your friend Amber hugged you, giving you a big fat kiss on your cheek. You giggled at that, taking another sip of the beer. - "These men here, ugh." - Amber moaned out loud before taking a big sip of her Mochito, watching the dancefloor with her eyes open wide. You chuckled at that, sipping from your bottle.

You weren't that interested in the men there. Like, yeah, they were nice and most of the men you've encountered in England so far were true British gentlemen, but... You weren't the type who would mingle for a one-night stand. You were taking the whole crazy trip as a widening of your horizons. When Amber didn't want to be in a club, you usually traveled around to see the sights England could give you. Stratford upon Avon was cute, Devon too, but London was a blast in your opinion.

"And you're getting married next week, Amber. Don't forget about that you nasty bitch." - Monica yelled from the other side of the table, giggling at Amber's sighs.

"I envy you soooo much, Y/N. These men are everything. Just look at these damn asses." - Amber rolled her eyes, making you both laugh in sync. Suddenly, she got all serious. Her elbow bumped into your ribs making you squeal, her head motioning in a direction of some forty-something dude who was eyeing your table, slowly walking to it through the dancing crowd. - "I think he's coming for one of us, what should I do?" - Amber panicked, looking at her engagement ring.

"You won't do shit, Amber, you're the bride." - You calmed her down, making her lips from a little O in awe. She was like that when she was drunk. The man looked fine, that was true - tall with brown hair, a rough face, and a tall body. You couldn't see him clearly, you just watched him swaying his hips in black jeans and shoulders in a white t-shirt widening with every step he took.

It took him almost five minutes before he finally got there. That was mainly because of the way he was trying to sell that nasty smug. You’ve wondered how it came that he didn't wiggle his hips out. Just when he was about to tell you something, the DJ started playing some banger according to the screaming coming from the dancing crowd, which made you smile. So he leaned in without a problem. Well, at least you knew that he had some confidence inside of him.

"Night, ladies, the name’s Samuel." - He offered his palm to Monica, then to Amber and then to you, kissing your knuckles with a smile. - "How comes that three beautiful ladies end up in a place like this... Alone?" - He wondered, standing next to the empty spot long enough for Monica to scoop a bit further away. Naturally, Samuel sat next to her, giving her a rather nasty smile.

"It’s my bachelorette party!" - Amber yelled at him with a happy smile, making you smile as well when she shoved her ring right in front of that guy's face. At least the confident asshat knew that he won't make a single move at that table. Yet Samuel rose his eyebrows, smiled even wider, and gently caught her palm to look at the ring. Then he nodded and let her hand go. - "He is one of a hella happy fella, I tell you that." - And with that, his eyes hooked on your face. Monica was watching both of you with a vulgar smile on her lips.

"And what about you, doll, you're having a bachelorette party too?" - Samuel smiled, putting his bottle on the table. Before you could answer, shit-faced Amber already started telling him your story.

"She’s been single forever, I swear. It always works or spending time with her family, like, I know she's the most responsible and shit, but I am afraid that she’ll end up alone with twenty cats, and one day, she'll go nuts." - She told him seriously. The mysterious, confident and somehow sexy guy started laughing at her straightforwardness, looking you in the eyes after that.

"I will go nuts if you won't stop, bitch, this was unnecessary." - You sighed, taking a deep swing of your beer. You shook your head with an angry face. Although, Amber wasn’t stopping there, making you even more embarrassed. - "But you are a hell of a guy. Holy fuck, are those tattoos? I always wanted my fiance to get some." - She went for it and let her fingers grace his neck. Samuel had a pleased grin when she has done so.

"I've been living in Panama for some time, got ’em there." - He then proceeded to lift one of his sleeves, showing you another tattoo on his shoulder. These were poker aces. Amber but her lower bottom, looking at the tattoos, gently touching them, traveling down to feel the poor man's biceps at the very end of her exploration. To put it nicely, you were embarrassed. Yet to your surprise, the Samuel man ignored Amber drooling over him and practically climbing over the table to touch his skin. The man sat there and watched you with a small smile. - "And I have a few more on places that ain’t appropriate to show ’ere." - He mumbled and both of the ladies next to you instantly got the horny faces on.

Amber bumped her elbow into your ribs again, doing it way stealthier this time. Yeah, he was a good looking man if you'd have to be honest. He had your girls wrapped around his long finger five minutes after coming there - there was this... Testosterone or some shit like that coming out of him. Amber gave you one of these risen-eyebrows looks and bit her lower lip once again.

"Care for a dance?" - The man asked, standing up. At first, he was looking into the dancing crowd only giving you his palm as if he didn't even care. You sat there for quite a while before Samuel smiled in your direction, assuring you that he wants you to dance with him. Which, no matter how hard you'd try to deny this, it was something that made you smile too. In a gentle moment, you slipped your palm into his, hoping that at least Amber would stop hitting your ribs.

You honestly hadn't heard that song in years. Calabria felt real like a late 2010-ish song. Was this night sort of a retro party? You hadn't heard the majority of the songs in years, yet people danced to them like crazy. And let's be honest, you and Samuel weren't that much different, because as soon as you hit the dancefloor, he showed you some good moves and suddenly, it wasn't that weird or gross to be seduced by that man.

***

To be honest, Cutter was quite in the mood when he saw that Samuel and you dancing along with the other pairs. And more importantly, you two were having fun. Sam started with his most outdated moves, slowly getting to the more erotic ones when you seemed to agree with that. The man didn't want to be punched right into his nose. Yet soon, your pelvis was brought close to Samuels and Charlie could see his friend's lips whispering something in your ear. In the reaction to that, you were laughing and soon enough, you put one of your hands on his waist.

Charlie was quite familiar with the song playing. It had some good basses and the beat just invited you to dance. You were the sweetest when you let go of Samuel, rose your hands above your hand, yelling the upcoming lyrics, that went something like... - "Dangerous? Oh! That sounds good, yeah.

Talk to me baby, like I'm your dude." - It made Charlie chuckle.

He was also quite interested in the tactics Samuel used to relax you like that. The whole time Samuel was gone, Charlie stood next to the bar, thinking about what he should he do. He was choosing a tactic if you will. Every woman was different, so he better has some back-up plan if he wants to win the bet. Samuel undeniably had the charming personality chicks liked, whether he was aware of it or not. He was a forty-something-year-old dude with the mentality of a dude in his early twenties, which was attractive too.

Yet Charlie didn't have that trait. He was a man in his late forties and it could be seen as well. He was bald too. But that was something Samuel didn't quite have - the authority of something like a daddy figure if you will. He met girls who were into that sort of stuff and he hadn't got a single problem with delivering - it was quite fun actually. To say it quickly, he was a guy who was looking mysteriously with a good sense of humor, making the chicks both screaming in pleasure and very with laughter when they wanted that goofy-guy sorta stuff.

So he figured out that it would be best to figure out what you were into and work on that since the first second he introduces himself to you on the bar.

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"You have good dance moves, Y/N!" - Sam exclaimed happily when he was leading you back to your table. You nodded, still laughing. You couldn't believe that you spend half an hour with a totally strange guy on the dancefloor. Yeah, it wasn't just dancing obviously. Sam proved to be quite handy with his palms, absorbing almost everything out of your body while his mouth was whispering funny stuff. Suddenly, you both stopped and he looked at you with a pretty bold smile. Again, he showed you how quick he could be when his left palm put some hair out of your face. - "This was fun. So... If you would like to have some more fun when you'll be leaving, call this number, deal?" - He asked and gave you a small card.

It was one of the most simple ones you've ever had seen. Samuel Drake - historian, archeologist, and an adventurer. His number was on the other side. After giving him the same nasty grin, you nodded and pushed the card into the back pocket of your jeans, letting him go.

Girls immediately noticed you coming back... All alone without that Sammy boy. But the smile was indicating that you hadn't empty hands. Amber asked you about what happened even before you sat your ass down. - "Well, we danced and lemme say, he's a good dancer and then... He gave me this business card to call him when ill be leaving. Which unfortunately won't happen since I have to lead both your drunk asses to the hotel." - You sighed, playing with the card between your fingers. Monica took it out, smiling at you.

"I'm more or less sober, so I can take Amber home while you'll find that prince charming and have a wonderful night." - She gave it back to you after reading the text under his name. - "I would love to have a cig, anyone going with me?" - Monica asked and mumbled a few curse words while she searched through her purse for a pack of cigarettes. Naturally, you got up and motioned for her to go first, telling amber to sit there on her damn ass until you come back.

It was nice to stand in some fresh air. The night was pretty cold and it was raining a bit, but you didn't care since you were already soaking wet. Monica gave you a cigarette as well and both lit it up at the same moment. She was giving you some nasty grin too, which made you chuckle. - "What?" - You mumbled, exhaling the smoke.

"He seemed to be into you big time. You sure you don't want to call the man?" - She asked and at that moment, she seemed to be pretty reasonable and sober. Your shoulders jolted unknowingly. There was something on that promise of spending a night by his side. Sam was genuinely fun, hot as far as you could say and pretty smart. Also, he wasn't drunk that much, neither were you - so it was maybe really the both-sided chemistry doing the work. A couple of times it seemed that he's going in for a kiss, yet he rather teased you and bit your earlobe gently.

"He seemed sweet and fun and all, but what about you two?" - You asked Monica silently, still smoking on the cigarette with a thoughtful face.

"Oh, shush. We'll take a cab and get to the hotel on our own. I'll look after Amber. She was right about you being all about work or family. He's a stranger and you don't have to see him ever again, and that has some magic into it. Live a bit, come on, sis." - She hugged and you, indeed, felt confident about what Monica has said.

Sam was nothing but a hot guy you met in a club. You can fuck the night away, have some fun, wait for him to fall asleep, and then drive to your hotel, sitting on a flight home tomorrow. You'll never have to see him again.

You were determined that once you'll be leaving, you'll call the man, accepting the offer. When you were inside, you walked to the bar to order some alcohol, because Amber got to drink both your and Sam's beer when you were dancing.

It took you a moment to notice that guy. He was holding a small glass of whiskey, eyeing you with a small grin. He wasn’t exactly your type of handsome, yet there was something about that face. You spotted small stable and very attentive blue eyes. This man was huge in the best meaning of the word. He wasn't fat, not at all, yet it could be seen that there are some muscles under the t-shirt he had on. He was at least twice your age, but you got nervous when you looked into his eyes.

The difference between him and the guy you met earlier was huge. While Sam appeared to be a fairly approachable, exciting, and funny person, this dude... He seemed mysterious and authoritative. Which had woken up things inside of you; things you didn't even know were there. After having your breath stuck for a while, you returned a smile to the man, which was a signal for him to move closer to you.

"Whatever the lady orders, it's my treat." - The bald man told the barmaid, having her smile. Slowly, the man put some pounds on the wooden countertop, still looking at the lady who was serving the alcohol. It was ridiculously more than what you were supposed to pay, yet the gentlemen made clear that he doesn't want a pound back. - "Sure thing, Mr. Cutter."

"And what about you, love?" - He asked, taking your palm to kiss your knuckles delicately. That accent settled inside of your ears, fully attacking your brain. It was hot only to listen to the raspy voice speaking with the fully-blown thick London accent. No matter what you did, that man’s gaze followed you around. You almost felt like you can't escape it. Why Sam was making you feel so good and that was what made you aroused, yet this man was coming across as someone who would bend you over his knee with pleasure and it made you interested as well. - "What about me?" - You asked back, smiling at the man.

"What are you doing here alone?" - Cutter said and leaned even closer, having a smile on his lips when he leaned closer enough to whisper things into your ear. He had a firm body, just like Sam did, yet these two couldn't come across differently. - "I can do something about that, sweetheart."

Was all of this a nice dream? Two attractive men approaching you on the same night, telling you to leave the place with them. Or were they serial murderers? Or did a car hit you and you were in a coma? No, your heartbeat reminded you that this is pretty much happening in front of your very eyes. What the fuck should you do? If you'll leave with Cutter, what about Sam? And if you'd leave with Sam, what about this man? Why couldn't you have them both?

Monica more or less made you swear that whatever happens, you'll leave with Sam at the end of the party. But you felt being in a tight corner at the moment. Both men had some spark in them, one of them promised you a whole night of fun and the other one felt like a total daddy.

"That's kind of you, sir." - You winked at him, not knowing what else to say. The club was slowly getting darker, changing the color scheme as it was getting closer to midnight, now playing some Russian rap songs. Cutter looked at the couples around you, seeing many of them kissing and touching far beyond the line of decency. That was before you felt tips of someone's fingers smoothing your upper arm, gently getting onto your sweaty neck and jaw.

You could turn away from that man, yet there was something that made you push your head even closer, so your lips could meet his halfway. He wasn’t shying away at all, coming in with full force - lip bite, not too long after that, he even used his tongue, holding you close by your jaw. And this man, dear lord, he had some skillful mouth. It even made you close your eyes with enjoyment, making you moan lightly into his kiss.

"So, what do you say, love? Me, you, my place here?" - He whispered once he was done with the kiss, his palm slowly traveling down on your waist and lower. Sam did touch these places, yes, but his approach was more natural than devoting straightaway. Which made you also a bit cautious and aware of the man.

"I need to go back, Mr. Cutter. But thank you for the... Ehm... Invitation anyway." - You took the drinks, hurrying up back to girls. Your heartbeat was off the charts, your whole damn body was sweaty and since there were two rather handsome men trying to win you over that night, you were aroused as well. You couldn't leave with Sam, because you'd think about Cutter and the other way around. But you were sure that you will at least masturbate that night.

"Are you okay?" - Amber yelled into your ear when you finally sat down, gulping down. You couldn't catch your breath ever since Cutter kissed you. Your gaze traveled to her and you shook your head almost frantically.

"Another guy tried to take me over to his place." - You mumbled, gulping down your whole drink at once. Monica smiled and leaned over to you.

"And was this one as handsome as that Samuel before?" - She asked, taking her cocktail out of your hand. You turned your hand to the dancefloor, imaging both the men inside of your head.

"It's hard to tell, Monica. This one was tall and well-built as well..." - You sighed, but Amber stopped you once again. - "How can you know that he was well-built?" - She wondered, taking the last ice-cold drink as well. It was a miracle that she hadn't fallen asleep until that point.

"Because I know he's a good kisser too." - You smiled and each of you started laughing like crazy. - "I mean, he wasn’t the most handsome man I've seen, yet, he had that something inside these eyes." - You shook your head, not believing the things that had happened inside that club. It was just one night you've spent there and two attractive men approached you. One of them was American, the other one was clearly British and you knew that both of them had something to offer. But you knew that you'll leave alone once again.

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"How did it go?" - Samuel asked Cutter once he walked off the dancefloor again. Cutter was leaning his elbow to the bar, watching you and your girls chatting excitedly. After that, he turned back to Sam.

"I can't tell, mate. First, it appeared that I have her hooked, but she left after that. What about you?" - Charlie finished another glass of whiskey, moving to beer for the rest of the night. From Sam’s smirk, it was apparent that at least one of the men is feeling positive about the whole bet.

"She has my number and when I was on a smoke break, her friend told her that she should have some fun with me tonite if you know what I mean." - Samuel wiggled his eyebrows, making Cutter frown even more. Maybe he shouldn’t go for the kiss just like that, but your body was telling yes. You were attracted to him, so why shouldn't he test the waters? It was too late for these kinds of thoughts. He probably had scared you off.

The two friends were standing there for quite a while and waited for Sam's desired call, talking about nothing the whole time. Sam had to say that he had some fun time and Cutter’s most impressive bomber on top of that. But that was when both men felt someone's presence behind them.

"You two know each other?" - A voice asked them and when they turned around, it was none other than you. Your eyes were looking at both of them and it was clear that you don't know what to think of that. Sam looked at Cutter with panic, not knowing what to say.

"It's not how you think it is." - Cutter tried to calm you down, but you were visibly upset over the whole situation. Yeah, it was a bet, but Cutter meant what he said. He wanted to spend the night with you. This was just a fun way to raise the stakes. If you wouldn't get to know.

"Jesus, I should've known that you two are assholes." - You walked between the men, mumbling something about assholes, dickheads, and shits, preparing money to pay the last drinks of the night. - "How would two men like you saw something on an ugly duckling like me? Funny shit, I tell you." - You mumbled with disgust, ordering cocktails your girls asked for.

"You don't know what you're talking about, love. You're beautiful." - Cutter told you back with a small smile, looking Samuel in the eyes. The other man nodded when he realized, leaning into the bar as well. - "And intelligent as hell, which is a huge turn on. I don't know why someone as pretty as you are even let guys like us talk to you." - The American smiled at you from the other side, lust lingering inside his eyes.

Could that be? It maybe was just a bet, yet these two men seemed to be interested. It could be a game as well - but a perfect solution to your situation too. If these two knew each other, maybe you didn't have to leave the place alone because you couldn't choose between them. Maybe, you could leave with both of them at once. You’ve never done that, but the alcohol inside your veins made you courageous.

"So, you're friends, you know each other, right?" - You asked while a smile grew on your lips. Oh, Cutter knew what is about to come and... It was so nasty that it turned him on in some kind of way. Samuel was completely confused tho. - "That means you can meet me outside the club in ten, probably?" - You asked innocently, taking the drinks, smiling at Charlie. He smiled back, leaving Samuel in the dark for a little longer.

"Which one of us?" - The American demanded. He wanted to win the bet so badly because Cutter’s bombers were the best in the whole world. But when he saw your devilish grin with the shine in your eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Oh. OH. Holy fuck. You had that spark inside of you, but neither of them would ever say that you're a nasty girl as well. At least not this much.

Sam honestly never seen cutter without clothes and he didn't know if he's ready for that, but... Life was about adventure, right? And this way something Sam knew he will say yes to. There was something on having a girl helpless, being taken care of by two men. He loved to worship women, he indeed loved everything about that, but this was exciting as well. And Charlie? He knew how to approach to a threesome. There were occasions where he had joined in and in some, he was only there to watch. He especially loved when two ladies invited him to a bad. But he hadn't a single issue with giving you what you wanted.

"Both of you, silly." - You smiled sweetly before disappearing into the crowd.

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runningmunson · 2 years

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Trailer Park Trash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a comment from Jason, Eddie becomes insecure about where he lives. Reader reassures him she loves it.

Warnings: bullying, socioeconomic insecurity, brief mention of sex, not great writing? (this is the first fic I've ever written)

Trailer park trash.

Those words kept going through Eddie’s head during the last period of class to the point where that was all he could think about. Eddie wasn’t insecure that often, especially not when it came to anything that came out of Jason Carver’s mouth. And he certainly never cared about fitting into the societal norm of a cookie-cutter life. But something about what he said to him in the cafeteria struck a nerve.

“I don’t get what Y/N sees in you. You’ll never be good enough for her. Nothing about you is special, freak. I mean have you seen where you live? You’re just trailer park trash, Munson.” Jason said to Eddie, after one of his many lunchtime outbursts, before storming off.

He was never bothered by living in a trailer before. Life wasn't easy, with an absent mother who cut town when he was little and a father in jail. His Uncle Wayne worked hard to give him everything he needed and put a roof over their heads. It wasn’t much but it was home, the only real home Eddie has ever known. Y/N wouldn’t be embarrassed about it, right? Only, he wasn’t quite sure anymore, maybe Jason was right.

Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts to the sound of the bell going off. He quickly put his stuff away and rushed out of the classroom to meet you at his car. You were going to his house to force Eddie to study for an upcoming exam.

“Hey, Eddie! Are you ready to go?” You said, trying to give him a quick kiss before he turned his head.

“Yeah,” Eddie said shortly before walking away. He got in the car and slammed the door, not even helping you with your bag like he usually does. You immediately knew something was wrong but weren’t going to push it. One thing you both appreciated about your relationship is that you never forced the other to open up, you always gave each other space and the opportunity to let you come to one another on your terms.

The rest of the drive was silent, Eddie not even turning his music on like always. The silence was deafening as you watched his hands tighten and release around the steering wheel several times. The only thing Eddie could think about was how great your life was and how shitty his is.

The first time Eddie visited your house he couldn’t believe it. It was a big, beautiful, white two-story house with a green door and shutters. There was a trellis leaning against the side with vines climbing up the wood (one he would spend many times climbing up to sneak into your bedroom at night). The front yard had the greenest grass he had ever seen with red rose bushes lining the front of your house. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a grand staircase and your golden retriever named Charlie. The smell of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air as your mom stepped out of the kitchen to finally meet this boyfriend of yours that you couldn’t stop talking about. After your dad came home you all had dinner in the sunroom that overlooked a huge backyard with a pool. Your parents adored Eddie. Everything about that night was perfect. Your house was perfect, your parents were perfect, your whole life was perfect, you were perfect. And well, Eddie was just Eddie.

The drive to his house felt long and you were thankful to finally reach your destination. Once you get inside you make your way to his room. Eddie throws himself on the bed the second you open the door, hair flying everywhere, and him twisting his rings and not saying a word. Still, you ignore the bad feeling in your gut and sit at his desk to begin studying. After an hour of sitting in silence, Eddie let out a big sigh and sat up.

“Are you ever embarrassed about the fact that I live in a trailer park?” Eddie let out slowly with a look of defeat, getting right to the point. His insecurity was getting the best of him and needed to know what you really thought.

“What?” You turn around in the chair to look at him in shock. Sure, Eddie’s house was small, a bit messy, and nothing like your house but you loved it. “Where is this coming from? Why would I be embarrassed about where you live?”

“Oh you know, good old me. I don’t ever know when to stop or keep my mouth shut. Because of that, I pissed Jason off and he called me trailer park trash. Usually I can brush it off, but he just had to bring you into it. And maybe he’s right. I mean I don’t know, it’s not exactly nice where I live. My house has shit everywhere. It’s never clean. All you can ever hear outside are neighbors screaming at each other and dogs barking. It’s nothing like where you live.” Eddie said, messing with the ends of his hair.

You couldn’t believe this. “First of all, Jason Carver is a piece of shit. Second of all, I could never and I mean never be embarrassed about where you live. I have had some of the best memories with you here. Remember the first time I went to your house?”

Eddie finally invited you over to his house after you had already been dating for 6 months. He wanted to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street with you. Wayne was at work and Eddie was dying of boredom. You once mentioned you had never seen that movie and Eddie found that the most unacceptable thing ever. So there you were, knocking on his front door. Eddie swung the door open and bowed at the sight of you, extending his arm out to welcome you inside. “After you, M’lady. Are you prepared to embark on the greatest horror movie journey you will ever experience?”

You giggled at this and stepped into his house. “Oh I can’t wait, Munson.”

“Well great, because you will certainly not be disappointed sweetheart,” Eddie said as he walked into the living room to get the movie set up. You finally had a chance to look around. There were mugs hung up all over the walls, the couch was a little worn and frayed, and dirty dishes were in the sink. But it looked cozy.

After the movie was over, Eddie took you into his bedroom to show you his “killer tape collection” as he put it. His room had clothes on the floor, piles of automotive and music magazines, tapes were thrown everywhere, and his bed (with questionable stains) was unmade. It was chaotic and unorganized but so was Eddie and you loved that about him. He put on his favorite tape and you both made your way to his bed. One thing led to another, more clothes ended up on his floor, and you ended up having a beautiful night together.

You could see a small smirk growing on Eddie’s face before continuing. “Or what about that time it stormed so bad I had to stay all night?”

It had been raining all day, the thunder slowly rolling in. Eddie sat on the floor strumming along on his guitar to a Metallica song playing. You lay on his bed attempting to read a book. A loud boom of thunder was heard and all of a sudden the music stopped and the lights went out. “Oh shit, and there goes the power. Hey, you stay here. I’m gonna try to find a flashlight. I think we have one laying out there somewhere.” Eddie said, leaving the room.

It had been a good ten minutes and he still hasn’t returned. You got up from the bed and went to go see what was taking so long. “Eddie?” You called out, feeling for the walls trying not to trip or run into anything. “Where are you?”

“BOO!” Eddie jumped out of nowhere, turning the flashlight on his face. You let out a scream. Your hands fly to your chest before you go to punch Eddie in the arm and accidentally knock over a mug, shattering it in the process.

“Shit, Eddie! What the hell!” You yelled at him, your heart racing. He shined the light to see the damage done. “Ugh, Eddie. Isn’t that Wayne’s favorite mug?”

“I’m sorry! I didn't know you scare so easily and didn’t exactly think you would break something trying to punch me. Just watch your step, we’ll clean this up in the morning when we can actually see.” Eddie said as you both decided to look out the window and watch the storm rage on. Indiana thunderstorms were no joke. “I didn’t realize how late it was and I don’t really want you driving home in this. I think you should stay the night.”

You looked at him slightly surprised, “I think you’re probably right. I’ll take the couch if you want.”

Eddie looked at you like you had two heads, “You do know I have a bed big enough for both of us, right? You’re not sleeping on that couch. Come on, let me get you some clothes.” You made your way into his room and changed. Eddie was already waiting for you in nothing but his boxers, his tattooed arms wide open. His bed was comfortable, sheets soft despite the unknown stains that he still refuses to say what they are. He pulls you close, your head on his chest. Hearing a faint “I love you” from his lips as you both drift off to sleep to the sound of thunder in the distance, the rain pattering on the metal roof (a sound you grew to love), and the broken mug long forgotten.

“You should have seen my uncle’s face after he got home when I had to explain why his mug was broken,” Eddie said as he let out a small laugh, his long hair falling in his face. You could tell he was getting less tense. You stood from the chair and went to sit next to him. Brushing his hair from his face before continuing.

“I love when we try to guess what your neighbors are fighting about, making up the most ridiculous stories. I love the times we've spent making dinner together, even when you almost burned down your kitchen that one time.” Eddie couldn’t help but let out a real laugh this time, thinking about the burn mark on the curtain that is still there. His brown eyes continue to watch, silently begging for you to continue. “The days we do nothing but sit on the couch and watch movies or lay around on your bed as you play your guitar are the best. Or all the times I get to watch you create the best D&D campaigns for the guys. Eddie, my place is just a house. Yours is a home and is by far better than mine will ever be. We can truly be ourselves at your place. Your home has our greatest memories in them from the first time we said I love you, to the first time we had sex, hell even our first fight. All of the laughter and happiness and tears and love that is held within these walls, all the memories we still get to make here. How could I ever be embarrassed about that?” Eddie was speechless. He didn't realize how much his small, messy trailer meant to you. All he could do was grab your hand and squeeze it.

“Being here with you is my favorite place to be,” you said and moved closer to him.

“Yeah. I am pretty great aren't I, sweetheart?” Eddie said smirking, suddenly his normal cocky and confident self again. You shove his shoulder at this response.

“You just had to ruin the moment didn't you?” You both laughed. He slowly leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. Jason’s words are long forgotten. It was just you, Eddie, and perfect bliss.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson

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wedontdeservethestars · 8 months

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kohanayaki · 3 years

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.:Time And Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 1

Old habits die hard— and so do feelings, apparently. Relive moments high and low from your life with the Marauders and co. as you tell your godson, Harry, about all the mischief you got up to back in your school days. Takes place mainly in the Marauders era but also has content congruent with the Order of the Phoenix timeline, with some cannon divergence, of course~

- Main pairings: Sirius Black x Reader, Severus Snape x Reader, James Potter x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, slight Regulus Black x Reader, and a bunch of friendships! Gender neutral pronouns :)

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 1 .:Memories And First Meetings:.

12 Grimmauld Place was cold.

Not in the temperature sense of the word, especially in the heat of London summer, but something about it felt distant. Perhaps it was the cookie cutter exterior, dreadfully drab, although you knew its true nature was anything but. Despite its grandeur, the interior was as ornate as it was dull and unsaturated, like a black and white photograph in all its monochromatic glory. Maybe it was the fact that you knew what had happened here in the past, or the fact that you knew who was waiting here for you in the present.

You felt the strange sensation of stepping through the thick blanket of protection charms surrounding the house, as if your body were moving through molasses for a fraction of a second. The moment you were fully inside, you began to hear the hushed bits of a conversation echoing through the entrance hall from the dining room whose door was slightly ajar. The words became clearer as you neared the door.

“Harry's not ready! Have you gone completely mad?”

You found yourself grinning at the first voice, Molly Weasley's stern tone unmistakable.

“He's not a child, Molly.”

You froze as you heard the second one; you'd know it anywhere.

A heavy wave of emotion surged through you as you got near enough to the entrance to see the face of Sirius Black through the gap in the door. His time in Azkaban had taken a toll on him, you could tell. Heavy bags hung from his face, his cheeks hollow; although his gray eyes still held that spark in them. His hair was longer, somehow even more wild and unruly than before, but it suited him.

“Well he's not an adult either! He's not James.”

You caught a flash of ginger as Molly crossed the room, using her wand to aggressively clear away the plates on the table as she made her point.

“I know he isn't, but he can handle himself,” Sirius said, “and I'll be there to protect him.”

“How touching, Black. Perhaps the boy will grow up to be a felon just like his godfather.”

Your stomach dropped at the third voice. Shit.

Your presence remained unannounced, but as you peaked your head around the corner of the door frame you were met with Severus' stoic face, an imperceptible crease of distaste in his brow as he regarded Sirius. As your view widened you saw that Lupin sat to his left, a human wall between the two former foes.

You stilled at the door, taking a deep breath in an attempt to settle your irrationally rioting nerves. It's not as if you didn't know they would be there, but it had been so long since you'd seen any of them. So much has changed. . .

“You stay out of this, Snivelus. I don't care what Dumbledore has to say about your supposed reformation, but I know better.”

“Don't you have to go play fetch elsewhere?”

“Oh come on, you two,” Remus sighed.

Well, maybe not much has changed after all.

“Still resorting to playground bickering, are we?”

Several heads snapped in your direction at your words, and you were met with various reactions. Molly's face immediately split into a smile and she rushed around to table to greet you.

“(Y/n), dear! So nice to see you again,” she pulled you into a surprisingly strong hug and you couldn't help but join in her laughter.

“It's good to be back,” you admitted, “Charlie says hello, by the way.”

“Oh, I'm going to give give that boy a talking to,” Molly huffed, “you aren't his owl, dear. The least he could do is write home and say so himself.”

“Romanian mountain ranges keep a wizard busy,” you grinned, “He says he tries to keep in touch.”

“Sending home a bag of petrified dragon scales with a note that says 'look at this!!' is hardly keeping in touch,” she retorted, fussing about with your jacket's collar that had become wrinkled from her embrace.

Even from across the table you could feel Sirius' eyes on you, grateful that you had Molly's whirlwind greeting as a scapegoat for your flushed face.

“(Y/n). . .” he said softly, getting up from his seat.

“Hey,” you smiled, fighting the lump in your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. He was so warm, still wearing that damn leather jacket he'd somehow been reunited with after his imprisonment.

“What are you doing here? They told me you were out working in America,” Sirius said, eyes twinkling as he held you at arm's length.

“Well, I suppose I'm sort of working everywhere these days,” you said. As his words registered in your brain you turned to Molly with narrowed eyes. “You didn't tell him I was coming?”

“I thought it would be a nice surprise,” she said coyly.

You shook your head, turning back to Sirius.

“I'm so sorry, Molly said I could stay here so I thought she already ran it by you—”

“No, no, of course you can stay!” he said enthusiastically, “I'm glad you're here.”

He seemed gentler than he was before, certainly more mellow than in his youth, but that energy that was so quintessentially him remained buzzing beneath his skin, and Merlin, you'd missed it.

After realizing how long the two of you had spent practically holding each other you coughed awkwardly, slowly drifting apart. As you looked around the table your eyes caught Severus' and you thought your heart stopped for a moment. To the untrained eye he probably seemed just as uninterested as ever, but the look of shock in his eyes was so blatantly apparent to you that it threw you off guard. You managed to cast a small smile in his direction, but his expression remained unchanged while yours dropped. You felt your stomach twist up in knots as you thought about what had happened the last time you saw each other.

Lupin looked between the pair of you before getting up from his own seat and coming to your rescue. He extended his arms with a kind smile, and you happily shifted your attention to him.

“It's about time London had its best auror back in town,” he said.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Moony,” you said playfully, hugging him tight, “It's good to see you too.”

“Are you hungry?” Molly asked, pulling a chair out for you.

“Oh no, I had something on the way here,” you said, taking a seat, “thank you, though.”

It felt surreal to be back here, where it all started. The faces were different—some new, some missing—but the same determined feeling remained.

“Now, where were we,” Sirius said, his confidence returning to his shoulders as he addressed the table.

“We were just talking about how Harry isn't ready to be tangled up in all this,” Molly said sternly.

“I think he should decide that for himself,” Sirius said adamantly.

“Well of course the boy would say he wants to fight, he's—”

“Listening in right now,” you pointed out, jutting your head in the direction of the open door where Harry stood, half obscured by the shadow of the stairway.

The boy flushed, backing away slightly as he was caught. But his eyes lit up as they landed on you, and you felt a tug at your heart as you saw your best friend in their bright green hues.

“(Y/n), you're back,” he said in disbelief.

“And here to stay for a bit, apparently,” you said with a smile.

Molly looked between the two of you before letting out a sigh.

“You know what, we should stop for the night anyways,” she said with a wave of her hand, “We've kept the children up long enough with our chatter, and (Y/n) ought to get some rest as well. Off to bed, the lot of you.”

Some of the other adults exchanged some knowing smiles as she shooed them out of the room. People slowly trickled out through the doorway, goodbyes exchanged, and before long it was just you and your godson left.

You had been lucky enough to meet Harry at the end of his third year, and he'd broken the news about Sirius' innocence to you. You so badly wanted to be there for Harry sooner, but between your strained relationship with the Ministry and cleaning up the mess with MACUSA in the States, you always seemed to be called away from the boy. You wanted nothing more than to take him away from that horrid house—you knew how nasty Petunia could be firsthand. Nonetheless, he seemed to be doing well, and you were happy that you'd grown closer over the last few years even if you couldn't be there in person all the time.

“I've got another little souvenir for you, by the way,” you said, having migrated to the living room.

Harry seemed to perk up at that. Since your visits had been so sparse, you began to make it a tradition to bring him back something magical from whatever part of the world you'd been working in.

“You mentioned you were struggling in Potions the last time we spoke,” you said, rummaging through your bag, eventually producing a small, gold-rimmed vial full of a deep maroon liquid. Small black clouds seemed to tumble in a miniature cyclone inside the glass.

“Dragon's breath essence,” you grinned, “nicked it off of Charlie before I left Romania. Put a few drops of this in your salamander blood the next time you brew a Wiggenweld potion and you're set to pass with flying colors.”

“Brilliant!” Harry said, eyes wide, “that's on our O.W.L.S. this year.”

“I know,” you said cheekily, “you didn't hear it from me. Personally, I think an Outstanding in Potions as a requirement to become an auror is utter rubbish. Don't get me wrong, it's important to know your way around a cauldron, but to hold someone back who excels at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms just because they can't cook up a sleeping draught? I don't know, it doesn't sit right with me. And I've heard Severus is hard enough on you guys as it is.”

Harry seemed surprised at your casual address of his professor but shook it off quickly.

“But you're ace at Potions, and it seems like you really like it,” he said.

“Yeah, well I—” you faltered a bit, “I learned from the best. . .”

“Professor Slughorn, you mean?” Harry questioned.

Your eyes widened at that.

“Yeah,” you lied, recovering fast, “Well, Slughorn was a great teacher but terrible at throwing parties. He had this thing called the Slug Club and the dinners were just awful. Your mother was the first of us to join and she ended up roping me into it, and before we knew it we were all standing around in these ridiculous outfits taking swigs of the firewhiskey your dad snuck in just to get through the night.”

You smiled fondly at the memory, and you could see Harry living vicariously through the emotions on your face. You were grateful for this moment; this was the longest you'd actually gotten to sit down and talk together in a long time.

“Were you always friends?” Harry asked, “with my parents, I mean.”

You had to laugh at that question.

“With your mum, yes. Your father, well, not exactly. . .”

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Your body swayed gently with the movement of the Hogwarts Express as you walked up and down the isles, looking for someplace to sit. Most of the carriages were packed tight with large groups made up of upperclassmen not exactly looking to expand their circle.

As you approached the back of the train a mostly empty car caught your eye, occupied only by two children your age, or at least that's what you guessed from their black ties and basic robes that marked them as unsorted first-years like yourself.

One of them was a brooding looking boy with messy, shoulder length black hair and shockingly pale skin, leaning against the wall of the train and halfway through a book that seemed well beyond his years. Sitting across from him was a pretty red-headed girl who was admiring the rapidly passing scenery through the window.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit with you?” you asked, sliding the screen door open.

The boy's brow furrowed, clearly about refuse when the young girl beat him to it.

“Of course not!” she beamed, her smile infectious. You didn't miss the sharp look she shot over to the boy who simply rolled his eyes in response. After you muttered a small 'thanks' she scooted over closer to the window so you could sit next to her.

“My name is Lily,” she said, extending a hand, “Lily Evans.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, “I'm (Y/n) (L/n).”

The boy quirked a brow at your last name, his expression shifting to something unreadable as he blatantly studied you over the spine of his book. After letting this go on for some time, you glanced over at Lily.

“Does he speak?”

“Perfectly well, thank you,” the boy said coldly.

Lily sent a disappointed look his way and his heart fell slightly, but he didn't need to be friends with anyone else, and he certainly didn't want other people becoming friends with Lily either. An irrational thought, he knew, but it was how his stubborn little brain worked at the time. They didn't need anyone but each other. Wasn't that enough?

In any case, he expected his behavior would be enough to scare you off (it usually worked on other people), but to his complete and utter surprise, you began to laugh. It started off as a light giggle, soon growing into full on laughter. He stared at you in open confusion as you were nearly brought to tears from your fit.

“You're funny,” you stated honestly, managing to speak through your chortles.

The boy was taken completely aback by your candor, actually at a loss for words. Lily joined in the laughter at your simple remark.

“So you do talk, I guess you must have a name too, then,” you said teasingly.

He blinked once. Twice.

“. . . Severus Snape.”

“That's a cool name.”

The heat that crept onto the boy's face surprised no one more than himself, and he buried himself in his book quickly to hide it. Another surprisingly frank statement from you, and not one he'd ever heard before.

If he thought you were full of surprises then, he had no idea what was coming to him.

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The minute the Sorting Hat was placed on your head, it was immediately intrigued.

“Now here's an odd one,” it chuckled, “loyal, compassionate, empathetic, and yet a razor wit. A calculating, ambitious mind, and yet a relentless sense of adventure. All this, and with your bloodline to take into account as well. Your family has quite the history here, (L/n).”

Hushed whispers fell across the Great Hall among the older students and even some of the faculty at the hat's words, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“Though, I sense a different sort of mentality in you,” the hat continued, “you desire to challenge the old ways,” it paused for some time before going on, “do you truly have no preference, child?”

You were surprised at the question. You knew your family's reputation— it had been ingrained in you from a young age— but that didn't sway you, nor did it scare you. When you really thought about what house you wanted to be in, you truly couldn't think of an answer. It wouldn't change who you were, after all. Whether you donned red, yellow, blue, or green, you stood firmly in the knowledge that you would always be (Y/n) (L/n). Having made up your mind, you shook your head at the hat's question, and although its face was obscured from your view, you could almost sense its grin as it knew you were telling the truth.

“Well then,” it chuckled, “It is truly rare that I get an opportunity such as this. Let's make it interesting, then, shall we? Better be. . . Slytherin!”

Snape sat, slack-jawed, as you bounded over to the applauding Slytherin table and plopped down next to him. You rested your chin atop your folded hands, looking largely unbothered, a glint in your (e/c) eyes. He chuckled under his breath despite himself.

Full of surprises indeed.

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Your first encounter with James Potter was of a different sort.

It was the very beginning of your third year when you'd first met him properly. You had a few classes together, and Lily would rant about him constantly pestering her; occasionally you'd see the Gryffindor, along with another unfamiliar boy in his house, sprinting through the corridors, Professor McGonagall not far behind and demanding them to stop. But other than that, you'd never really interacted with him.

Ever since you'd met on the train you and Lily started to hang out more and more, with Snape “begrudgingly” tagging along. The Slytherin had been slow to warm up to you, but you were relentlessly kind and infuriatingly persistent, and eventually he found himself enjoying your little quips and comparatively sunny disposition. By the end of your first year, the three of you were nearly inseparable, and your bond only strengthened throughout your second. But third year is when things started changing.

Snape sat in the shade among the thick, overgrown roots of the old oak tree by the Black Lake, nose deep in an advanced Potions textbook he'd swiped from a fifth year as he waited for you and Lily to return from Transfiguration, the only class you didn't have together. This became your usual spot, with Lily sitting in the grass beside him and you on the branch above him, legs swinging as you absentmindedly sketched in your notebook. A comfortable silence would settle between you, something you'd all grown to enjoy; there was no need for constant conversation, it was enough sometimes to just enjoy each others' presence.

The silence he was reveling in alone, however, was promptly interrupted as rowdy laughter reached Snape's ears. Sure enough, a few figures emerged from the curve of the hill, revealing none other than James Potter, flanked by the curly haired boy he'd been seen running around with earlier along with two other Gryffindors: a short-statured boy with dirty blonde hair and another, taller and leaner, with long scars that ran along his face.

Snape didn't pay them much mind until he realized that they were heading straight for the tree— straight for him. Snape had noticed right away how the Potter boy had tried to befriend Lily as soon as she was sorted into Gryffindor, and it was safe to say he was less than fond of him despite having never really spoken to him before.

“You've got to be joking,” James snickered as he walked up to the tree, looking Snape up and down, “This is the guy Evans has been ditching us to see?”

Severus' eyes narrowed. So now he had a reason not to like him.

“Get lost,” he said, turning back to his book.

“What, you think you're too good to talk to us, huh?” James scoffed at him, clearly miffed.

As if on cue, the curly haired boy snatched the book out of Snape's hands, holding it out of his reach as he fumbled to get it back.

“Toss it, Sirius!” James called out. The boy, who he now knew as Sirius, threw the textbook like a frisbee, and Potter caught it easily.

As Snape angrily rose from his seat to get it back, the two boys continued to throw it between themselves so he couldn't grab it. Fed up, the Slytherin drew his wand but was quickly outmatched.

“Expelliarmus!”

Snape's wand flew out of his hands and straight into Sirius', who held it above his head. Just as the black haired boy jumped up for it, another spell flew towards him, this time from James.

“Winguardium Leviosa!”

Snape grit his teeth, staring helplessly at his wand as it hovered higher and higher out of his reach.

“James, come on, I think that's enough,” the taller boy near the back said.

“Don't be a bore, Remus, we're just having some fun.”

“I-I think he's right, guys.”

“Shut up, Peter.”

While his gaze was trained on his wand a harsh shove threw Snape to the ground, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.

“No way, is he really crying?” James taunted.

“He is,” Sirius goaded on, “just look at him snivel.”

“You're right, maybe we should call him Snivelus, it suits him better.”

“Nice one, James.”

Snape winced as he was harshly pulled to his feet by James who sneered at him.

“Come on then, Snivelous. What are you gonna do?”

“Relashio!”

James' eyes widened as he suddenly felt himself repulsed back by some invisible force, his grip on Snape's robes forced to loosen as he was flung backwards. You stared the shocked Gryffindors down, wand at the ready for another spell as you ran to stand between Severus and them.

“Accio!” another voice called out, Snape's book and wand whizzing past their faces and into Lily's hands.

James staggered to his feet, trying to look unbothered by the fact that he'd just been knocked down, and by a spell that he hadn't even heard of yet.

“Look at that, boys,” he said, feigning confidence, “guess Snivelus needs a couple of girls to come to his rescue. You should ditch this loser, Evans.”

Before Lily could lash back, you stepped between them.

“What's that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

“I'm sorry, who are you?”

You felt your forehead twitch, itching to smack that smug grin off his face.

It was Sirius who spoke next, recognition filling his gaze.

“Wait, you're the (L/n) kid, aren't you? Well that's just perfect, you two freaks can go study the Unforgivable Curses together.”

That struck a nerve in you.

“You don't know anything,” you said, not lowering your wand, “now get out of here before I knock you down too.”

“Aw, I don't know, Sirius, they're kind of cute all flustered like this,” James smirked.

You felt anger flare up in your chest, and it was Lily's turn to step in for you.

“Leave us alone, James,” she ordered.

When none of them moved you exhaled sharply, taking another step forward.

“Or I can just turn you into a flobberworm instead,” you said, “might be more fitting.”

Sirius laughed off your threat, but you could have sworn you saw a twinge of concern in his eyes as he looked over to the rest of his friends for backup.

“Let's just go, James. Come on,” the one named Remus said, trying to be the voice of reason.

The bespectacled boy frowned, shoving his wand back in his robes.

“Fine,” he said, “they aren't worth it anyways.”

He turned promptly on his heels, Sirius right behind him and Peter scampering after. Remus stayed behind for a moment, regarding you three.

“I'm sorry about them,” he said, “really.”

Your brow creased in suspicion, but you nodded, not quite smiling but offering up a neutral expression at least before he turned to catch up with the rest of his group.

“You were kidding about (L/n) being cute, right?” Sirius said as they headed back to the common room. When he was met with silence instead of a clear 'of course I was' he nearly had a stroke.

“Are you kidding, James?” Sirius said incredulously, “They're a Slytherin! They're just another dark arts dabbler who doesn't care about anything but their blood status.”

James only shrugged.

“Normally I'd agree, but they seem different,” he said. When he turned to see Sirius' unwavering expression he sighed, “I was just saying that to get a rise out of 'em. Don't worry, this won't be the last time we mess with them and Snivelus.”

Meanwhile, you were still out sitting by the tree, brushing the grass out of Severus' hair.

“That was amazing, (Y/n),” Lily said, wide-eyed, “How did you manage to learn that spell? And you already learned the worm-morphing jinx too?”

“Sev isn't the only one who's been learning ahead,” you said, “but that worm thing was a total bluff.”

“I didn't need your help,” Snape muttered.

You blinked down at him, shaking your head and unable to fight the smirk that crept onto your face.

“Sure you didn't,” you huffed, helping him up to his feet despite his protests, “don't be so dramatic, we won't tell anyone if that's what you're so worried about. Now come on, we're gonna be late for dinner. If Wilkes hogs all the Yorkshire puddings I'm blaming you entirely.”

Severus said nothing, only taking his book and wand back from Lily before you three walked back to the castle arm in arm, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

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“It seems like so long ago,” you said, reminiscing, “Although I suppose it was, but I don't want to think about that too hard— I'll start to feel old, Merlin forbid.”

Harry's eyes were full of disbelief at your story.

“So you, my mum, and. . . Snape were friends?”

“Believe it or not,” you grinned, “unlikely trio as we were, it just sort of worked somehow.”

Until it didn't, you thought grimly, but forced the thought aside. You could tell by how quiet Harry had gotten that something was bothering him.

“My dad really did that?” he asked quietly.

Your gaze softened and you turned to fully face him.

“He was dumb and immature at the time,” you said, “we all were. There's not much else to be when you're thirteen. Each of us made plenty of mistakes, too many to count. And your mum. . . she was good for him. He always told me that she made him want to be a better person. People can change. In my opinion, there are few things someone can do that makes them truly irredeemable, and your father never came close to doing any of those things.”

You thought it better to mention that Snape probably didn't feel the same way.

“In any case, we should be getting to bed,” you said, getting up from the couch, “if you ever want to hear any other stories about your parents, I've got plenty of them.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, smile brightening his whole face, “yeah, definitely. Thank you.”

As Harry walked off to his room you sighed, making your way as quietly as you could up the creaky stairs. Just as you were about to retreat into your own guest room, your eyes snagged on the slightly ajar door at the top of the stairwell.

You stalled in front of it for a moment, wondering if you were out of your mind or not. When you had unapologetically settled on 'yes', you moved to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. You practically leaped back at the proximity as you were met with Sirius standing in the doorway, stormy eyes wide. He'd shed his leather jacket for the night, leaving him in a dark maroon button up with the top few undone. Your senses were draped with the heady scent of his cologne, and you found yourself grasping at words to say.

When Sirius got over his initial shock he laughed sheepishly, running a hand through his curls out of habit.

“I was about to see if you were awake,” he admitted with a small grin, “Seems we both had the same idea.”

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valbedu · 4 years

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Not as planned

Summary: You always knew Sam needed his freedom. You never meant to change his plans.

Pairing: Sam Drake X Reader

Warnings: No

Words: 1900

In your small city, you walk on the sideway of the principal street. People in coffe shops , cars noise, and wind in the magnificent trees of the street always cheer you up. Your belly feels stretch and you rub it. Breathing and taking the day slowly. It’s been a crazy month and maybe the stress gets the better of you. That pregnancy was hard, and you did not take it slowly. Everything has to be perfect and ready. Having a baby by yourself was a hell of a decision, but you were ok with it. Wanting to be the best mom you could, you work hard to find a writing contract that you could do from home. You would be with that kid every day, he or she never going to feel alone. This baby will never feel abandoned. Not having a dad won’t make a hole in his or her life, you promise, and you work hard to be in peace with it too.

Helena offers you a full-time job chronicle of one of his magazines. Having few adventures with her and the Drake she knows you would be perfect. When you called her two months ago, she was happy to hear from you. Since you broke up with Sam and left the cottage to move into the city, you did not have the chance to see her. She did not even know that you were pregnant. When you spoke with her the last time, she seems suspicious that you hide something. When you make up excuses for not making the trip with Nathan, she did not understand. “Y\N, you won’t tell me you are not even curious about what we would find in Mexico? Nathan has very good contact over there. He will travel with you and introduce you to Charlie Cutter. You’ll do the rest of the research with him. I will pay for everything. You could write an article about all the stories. It would be great for you. And you are so great on the terrain.” “You know, I prefer just the writing now. I had a lot those last years. I could write for ten years with all the things we saw and did. You stop making those trips yourself.” “That’s different, I have a 2-year-old kid now.” She laughs, “what’s your excuse?” “There’s no better excuse for sure,” You mumbled. “But I just don’t feel the call for adventure and risk anymore. This last year a lot happens, and I really want to focus on writing and earn my living without stress to die.” “It seems like I don’t recognize my friend y/n. What you’ve been up to this year exactly?” Helena asks. “Is it about the break up with Sam? You shouldn't have left so fast; you should not have gone through it alone. Nathan and I was there for you” “For Sam too. I just feel I have to be far from it to recover from it.” You take a second to doubt your next question, but you dare ask: How is he? Sam, I mean, well, you know, is he ok?” God, you regret asking her that. You did not need to know that. “Well, it’s been hard, to be honest. Sam keeps saying he did not understand and reproaches himself the broke up. Sam was sad Y\N. Nathan said he never saw him like this. Even if you explain to him you were not ready for something serious, it felt wrong. That something Sam would have said to you. Maybe you did not sense it, but I think for once he almost believes he could be that kind of guy.” “You know he is not. Sam needs to be free of Helena. He has always been. He told me all the time, family and steady was not for him. I really want to respect him, and that’s why I left. It seems like a dead-end to this relation. I know that in my life I would have wanted more. Before I was too attached, I had to leave for self-protection.” “But still y/n, you left so abruptly, we all been in shock. We lost a friend too.” A flow of emotion emerges, and you feel tears running on your cheeks. “I know, I have to live with that decision. Helena, I don’t want to talk about it anymore, it’s confused me,” You cries “I’m sorry I have to go.” You hang up.

You wrap your French coat around you as the wind blows more. The wind is perfect , you close your eyes to embrace his caress.

“Y\N?” This voice you know too well. It can’t be, you told yourself just before opening your eyes. Sam was in front of you. “Sam… what... how?” “It’s good to see you too” He’s making a small smile. “No really Sam, what you are doing here. You won’t tell me it’s a coincidence?” “I won’t. I need to see if you were ok. Helena was worried. And I need little to have an excuse to see you. It won’t be a problem. I just need to know you’re alright.” He’s making a step closer to you. “So, y/n, are you?” “Sam.” You said softly but a little worried. “A text would have been enough, you know.” As you said that, a gust of wind make your French coat fly around, unveil your pregnant belly. “Woah” exclaims Sam stepping back looking at your belly. He’s now starring at you. “You are… how” his voice is almost inaudible. “How? Well, I’m sure you know how it’s done, Sam.” You can tell he did not connect the dot and you are hearth broken cause you know what’s coming. “I’m sorry, what I mean to say Sam it’s, well…” You lost of the word. It was not supposed to happen. You passed the last 8-month act like everything was ok and now you realize it was all wrong. You cannot escape. You should have not hidden it from him. “You are pregnant… Y/N. I never thought. Who’s the father?” Sam looks completely lost. For him, you being pregnant with someone else mean the end of you forever. “Sam, I’m 9 months pregnant” You look at him with tears in your eyes. Sam put a hand on his chest, like he felt a knife in his heart, and whisper unsure: “Mine?” “Sam, I’m so sorry I, I was so scared.” Sam doesn’t look at you. He only focuses on your belly. He put both hands on his face, cover his mouth and his head moving in a no sign. “I meant not to be pregnant and I’m sorry if a manage this like shit. You told me so many times how much you love being free. You said you were not like your brother, family man. Leaving everything to find a family. I want to respect you, Sam. I was not sure what I want in life and being with you at that moment feel right. Best moment of my life. When I learn I was pregnant, it scared me you would run away and ending hating you for the rest of my life. And don’t want to hate you, Sam.” You cry. “Sam says something please” Sam approached you. “I’m so sorry y/n” He seems lost but really means it. “What?” you said trying to stop crying “I’m sorry you did not feel safe to talk to me. I’m sorry that I let you think you had to do that by yourself.” You were shocked. That was not the answer you were ready to hear. You move back from him, staring at him. You try to decode the meaning of that. When suddenly, an electric shock in your low abdomen makes you scream in pain. Your water broke on the pavement. Your knee flank and Sam catch you. “I got you babe” One of his arms around you, he pulls you close to him. You look at him. You miss his face terribly. Being in his arm brings you back to when you were together, and everything was perfect. For a moment time stopped. “Y\N, I’m here.” His regard was deep. Sam, still confused but knowing he has to be there for you. Broking up with you almost kill him. He knew he lost the only good thing he had in life. “Sam, you don’t have to be. I don’t want you to feel obligate or…” Another contraction makes you scream. “Ok honey, it’s time to go to the hospital. We’ll talk after” Sam turns around and whistle for the taxi on the other side of the street.

At the hospital, when the nurse asks him if he was the father, Sam looks at you and says with his smile “Yes, Yes I am” You put a hand on his face to caress his cheek.

When you deliver a beautiful baby girl, the doctor put her in your arms and leave. Sam looks at you and was not sure what to do. He was such amazing support during all the delivery, now everything seems so quiet and strange. You put a kiss on your baby girl and turn around to look at Sam. You make him a sign with your head for him to sit next to you on the bed. Sam puts his hand in his hair and slowly approaches and sits on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” You ask him softly. “Me?” He let a laugh out. “I should ask you that with what you just did. I mean wow. You are the toughest woman in the universe. Never thought giving birth was such a crazy act. You are amazing.” He pauses and looking at you in the eyes. “You are amazing y/n. What an idiot I did not realize that before.” He’s looking at the baby now. “You want to hold her?” “I would love that very much,” he said in a sob. “You’ll have to kiss me first” Sam looks at you with tears in his eyes. He leans slowly till his lips touch yours. A hand on your neck, he kisses you like he never did. Soft but passionate. He put his forehead on yours and say “I love you” You smile and let tears out. That’s the first time you heard him say those three words. “So it means you forgive me? You tease him. He kisses you again. “I miss you so much, Sam. I’m sorry I hurt you. I love you. I love you so much.” Sam wipe one of your tears with his thumb. “There,” you say “Take her. It’s your beautiful daughter.” Like a treasure, he took her and can’t take its eyes away from her. “From all the things I saw in my life, none are beautiful as you” he whispers to her. Sam feels his heart filled with love like never. “None are precious as you” he continues to tell her. He turns his head to look at you “Nothing is more important than you two now” You put your head on his shoulder. Your eyes closing by themself you are exhausted. “You should rest.” He tells you and puts a kiss on your head. “I got you. I got you both.”

#Uncharted #uncharted4 #sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake imagine #sam drake x reader #uncharted imagine #Sam drake x you

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cosmiccandydreamer · 4 years

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Stability Chapter 8

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"Hey boss.. the guys are here"

"Alright send them on in"

" Well it's about time you showed up I haven't got all day you know I called you yesterday, anyways here's the list of names I need you to run down for me."

Sheriff Wydell was speaking to Rondo and Billy Ray Snapper. Two questionable characters that one could call a bounty hunter for just someone who likes to walk the line between upstanding citizen and criminal organization. Wydell had hesitated on calling these two considering the fact that they weren't the greatest people but if anyone knew how a criminal thought and acted it was these two.

He handed Rondo the list, he looked over it and pointed at Spalding's name "That's a funny-ass name! Spaulding what the fuck."Sheriff John Wydell sighed "Yeah, look who's fucking talking, *Rondo*. Just tell me if anything connects." "I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it? Chief." Billy Ray Snapper replied

Sheriff Wydell rubbed his eyes" You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'd catch it all. Don't fuck this up assholes."

Rondo scoffed" yeah well I heard about that chick who got blown up by that semi truck outside of the motel, have fun scraping all their brains up off the road."

"Hey this one's kind of cute" Billy said pointing to a photo of you. "You sure she's one of them? She looks like she'd be one of their victims".

"Yeah I'm sure as shit, She may look like she's soft and innocent but believe me she's just as ruthless as the rest of them I believe that's why the one called Otis calls her Kitty, but her real name is Y/N, You happen to run into her, watch out because anyone who I suspect willingly joins this family can't be right in the head. Unless she's got the worst case of Stockholm syndrome I've ever seen." Wydell adjusted his belt and stood up. "Just hurry up and get it done" he said and walked out.

"I can't believe you're finally moving in! I already felt like you were one of my kids and it's finally official." It was moving in day for you at the Firefly home. Mama was overwhelmed with joy about having another daughter. She loved you as one of her own, you were over almost all the time to her and Baby's delight and well Otis of course ( not that he would show it). "Would ya let her go you're gonna smash her ribs" Otis said crossing his arms and staring at the both of you. "Oh hush now boy, Where's tiny? TINY COME GRAB Y/N BAGS."

Mama turned and shouted to the large gentleman who slumped over as fast as he could." Oh tiny you don't have to do that" you started to protest but mama cut you off. " Nonsense! A lady shouldn't carry those heavy bags now, come on, let's see where your room will be!"

" She's staying in my room…." Otis said with a matter of fact drag to his voice. "No she should stay with me!!" Baby replied, skipping over to you and throwing her arms around you. "It will be a sleep over everyday!". " I said she's staying in my room and that is that!. Otis said with more frustration to his voice now. " Fine fine fine" Baby huffed "always so grumpy, anyways" she tightened her arms around you. "When do you think you'll want to see the basement….." she lightly skipped up and down " now that you live here you gotta see it." " Um I guess now" you said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You knew what the family did for the most part and who lived in the basement but to actually see it was another thing.

Otis stepped up to you, towering over you in an intimidating yet arousing way. "If you ain't ready darlin you don't gotta go today, just eventually you do. As part of the family it's important you know all that goes on and that the doctor meets you..". " You don't have to be afraid!!!!" Baby chirped up, " we will go with you!!". You looked back to Otis " you both will go with me?". He leaned even closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.."I would never make you do that alone what kinda man would I be?You stepped on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. " I'm ready to face anything else as long as you're with me". You took his hand and looked back toward Baby "let's go see the Dr.".

The trip to the basement actually went way better than you expected. Baby skipped ahead and pointed out different details narrating the entirety of the trip. Otis and you held back as you took in the scenery, he held your hand the entire time, scanning your face for any signs you were uneasy.

"Charlie ain't a bad guy he's just built a little funny but he means well we got ourselves into some sticky situations back in the day and he always had my back" " look nothing you can say can make me trust this fucker and for the record… I STILL DON'T LIKE THIS IDEA". Otis and Spaulding's disagreement didn't cease as they drove up to Charlie's funtown. Baby sighed loudly " I can't fucking wait until y/n is back with us, Otis is so much less of a dick when she's around. She's like his dimmer switch. Without her he's just blasting his shit in everyone's face". " Shut up and fuck both of you" Otis muttered pulling up now to the main building.

The van came to a rumbling hault. Drawing the attention of the people inside. Turning off the van the trip was greeted with the man himself and two ladies. "Well we'll if it isn't my brother Cutter! Hands in the fucking air!" Charlie shouted, pulling out a large gun at the trio. Baby looked at her father in disbelief "What the fuck is this shit?".

Otis angrily threw his hands in the air,"you bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? Nice fuckin' plan, daisy!"

Spaulding to Otis and then to his daughter giving them a reassuring look "Just do it! He's a crazy, pig-fuckin'..."

Charlie scoffed walking closer with the gun "what you call me?"Spaulding's bold nature took over and he walked even closer to the gun and Charlie "Well if you'd give me a chance, I was gonna call you a crazy, pig-fuckin', dumbass, pussy piece of shit!"

Otis grit his teeth together "I know what I know and I know I don't like this fucker! Remember I said that fuck this is stupid! WE SHOULDN'T COME HERE AND.." * spray* A large gust of water shot out of the gun which was revealed to be fake. "Got cha!!!!" Charlie laughed looking back toward the girls cracking up. Baby and Spaulding dropped their hands, joining in on the laughter. Otis however was not amused, Baby shoved him a little "oh lighten up".

Charlie and Spaulding's laughter filled the atmosphere. They both embraced and cracked up at the event that just occurred. "That was funny THAT WAS FUNNY, oh hey do you remember Baby my daughter?" He pointed to her behind him as she jumped up and gave him a big hug. " Look at my beautiful niece you grew up so fast!". He looked over to Otis ``Well hey happy boy you still an asshole?" Otis paused before flipping him off.

Candy who was Charlie's self proclaimed "best girl" focused on Otis, she remembered him from when he used to come to the town. "Hey there Happy boy haven't seen you for a while I was wondering what happened to you, I thought maybe you died or something because I know you weren't disappointed the last time you saw me because I never disappoint" Candy said twirling her hair in a sultry matter. " Yeah well Mama I can tell you that I was not disappointed, heh well because I set my standards pretty low".

He replied already uncomfortable, he shifted a little while standing in front of them. "Actually I am married now so I'm not into picking up whores anymore, no offense". Charlie turned to look at Otis after overhearing that laughing even harder. " No way !!!!! This crazy fucker right here got married!? How in the hell? Is she deformed or something?." "Wow hey so fuck you you pig smelling fuck" Otis replied.

"Oh come on now lighten up like Baby said, You always have a stick up your ass". Charlie said lightly shoving Otis in the shoulder. "Charlie you remember my daughter's best friend y/n?" Spaulding asked him.

"Wait wait That pretty little thing that I used to see run around the house?, I bet she grew up to be so beautiful and she was sharp as a tack. What wait how did you snag that?!" Charlie exclaimed.

Otis just rolled his eyes, "god shut the fuck up". Charlie just laughed again looking around the trio for any sign of you. "Hey where is the little lady? I wanna give her a funtown welcome haha!". Otis spit on the ground and huffed "we don't fucking know and we're supposed to be looking for her but now we are here" he looked angrily at Spaulding while he said this. Charlie looked over all of the three faces of worry and smiled. " It seems like you guys have been through a lot, why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable and we can talk about it". They followed Charlie inside.

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects

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weloveharrypotter · 4 years

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I Love You Pt. 3

Pairing: Draco x Gryffindor!Reader, Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Y/n and the trio head to the burrow for Christmas.

Warnings: cussing?, it’s kinda long

It was the morning of Christmas Eve and Y/n was making sure she had everything. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Y/n said. The door opened and she looked up to see the trio. She smiled at them.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Harry asked. Y/n nodded.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Y/n replied as she stood up. They all grabbed their things and started to make their way to the train station.

Once they got there they all got in to the train and claimed a compartment. They put their stuff above them and took their seats.

Y/n looked excited as she sat down.

“Could you be any happier?” Ron asked with a chuckle.

“Sorry I just haven’t had a real Christmas in a while.” Y/n said.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“It’s just, my parents always made me stay in my room, or at Hogwarts. I’d only ever get presents from Cedric.” Y/n admitted.

“Well that’s not going to be your Christmas anymore.” Harry said taking Y/n’s hand in his own. They smiled at each other before taking there hands back.

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The group of kids were about to walk into the burrow. Y/n took a deep breath and followed Ron, Harry, and Hermione in.

A middle aged women with ginger hair came out from the kitchen as Y/n closed the door.

“Oh my children, how wonderful it is to see you.” Molly said making her way over. She hugged Ron, than Harry, than Hermione. Mrs. Weasley than turned over to Y/n.

“And you must be Y/n Diggory.” She said walking over.

“Yes I am.” Y/n said as Mrs. Weasley hugged her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Weasley.” Y/n said.

“Common, let’s get away from the cold door.” Mrs. Weasley said. The all walked into the living room. Y/n had recognized Fred and George. Percy must have not come because he wasn’t there.

“Who’s this?” One of the gingers boys said sitting on the couch.

“Oh, Y/n these are my brothers Bill and Charlie. Bill, Charlie this is Y/n.” Ron introduced.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/n said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too.” Bill said.

Y/n sat down and got comfortable with Harry on the couch. He sat cris cross on the couch and Y/n laid her head in his lap.

Harry played with her hair as the group talked. That’s when there was a knock on the door. Molly came out of the kitchen and opened the door.

“Oh, I’m glad you could make it.” She said moving so the person could come in. The person stepped in and it was Sirius.

Y/n sat up so Harry could run up and greet him. And that’s what he did. Y/n chuckled at the sight of Harry and Sirius hugging each other.

The last time Y/n talked to Sirius was last year during the full moon. So she don’t know much about him, but she can tell he cared for Harry.

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It was now after dinner and Mrs. Weasley was baking cookies for everyone with the help of Y/n. Despite Mrs. Weasley’s protests.

Y/n was rolling out the dough and Mrs. Weasley was looking for the cookie cutters. That’s when Ginny came in.

“Hey, Y/n, I heard what happened. Are you alright?” She asked.

Y/n smiled. Ginny was very caring of her friends, and that included Y/n. She could tell Ginny was concerned for her.

“Yeah, I’m doing fine, thank you.” Y/n said. Ginny nodded.

“Ok, just know I’m here.” Ginny said before leaving.

“What happened?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Oh, uh. I went through a break up last week.” Y/n said leaving out about the part of her parents, as Mrs. Weasley already knew.

“Oh, I’m sorry to here that deary. If you don’t mind me asking, who was it?” She asked.

Y/n stayed quiet for a moment, not know how she’d react to who it was.

“Draco Malfoy.” Y/n answered.

“Draco Malfoy!?” Mrs. Weasley asked shocked.

“Yeah. Unfortunately.” Y/n replied as she looked over at Harry talking to Sirius on the couch.

“At first he seemed different. He really made me think that he wasn’t what everybody said he was. Thank god I fell out of love with him.” Y/n said.

“God was I stupid.” Y/n added.

“Oh deary.” Mrs. Weasley said as she turned around. She put the cookie cutters on the counter and grabbed Y/n’s face and made her look at her.

“You weren’t stupid. Sometimes people just let the wrong ones into their hearts. It happens to the best of us. Mistakes are always going to happen, and they can even lead us tot he right ones.” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Thank you Mrs. Weasley.” Y/n said.

“Oh call me Molly.” Molly said. Y/n nodded as Molly let go of her face and turned back to the cookie cutters. They both grabbed one.

Y/n grabbed a cookie cutter and pressed it down, as Y/n took the shape out, and put it on the Pan she looked at Harry again. A smile tugged at her lips and she didn’t know why.

Molly had looked up as she put a shape on the pan and noticed Y/n. She smiled knowingly as she went to make another one.

“You know. Sometimes people fall out of love not only because of problems, but, because there falling in love with someone else.” Molly said.

Y/n looked over to Molly confused but than it hit her.

“Oh no.” Y/n said nervously as she chuckled shakily.

“Harry and I are just friends.” Y/n said.

“Mm, I’m sure you are.” Molly said like she didn’t believe her. Y/n not really knowing why, blushed and looked down.

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Harry sat at the edge of the couch, with Sirius to his left, and Ron on a different couch in front of him but a little to the right.

Harry looked into the kitchen and watched as Molly and Y/n made cookie dough.

“I don’t know what she ever saw in Draco.” Harry said.

“Bloody hell thank god I’m not the only one.” Ron said.

“The boy is a bloody twat and he hurt her over and over again. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve any of it. I’m glad she ended it with that bloody twat.” Harry said.

“Right. I hope she’s doing alright.” Ron said.

“Me too. She’s amazing and she deserves better than Draco. I can’t wait for her to get over him and realize her worth.” Harry said.

“Ron come here.” Ginny called.

“I’ll be right back.” Ron said as he got up and left.

Harry looked back at Y/n and saw her finishing up the dough.

“What’s with this Draco boy?” Sirius asked.

Harry looked away and over to Sirius. Harry explained the situation beginning from when Harry saw her that night.

Harry looked back at Y/n, and she started to roll out the dough.

“She’s so much better than him, I don’t know why she stooped so low.” Harry said.

“You like her.” Sirius stated. “Dare I even say love.” Sirius added. Harry looked at Sirius shocked.

“W-what no, we’re just friends.” Harry said.

“Sure you are.” Sirius said.

“No really.” Harry insisted shakily.

“Harry it’s bloody obvious. Or at least to me. I’ve always had a knack of being able to tell when the Potter boys are crushing.” Sirius said with a smile.

“She just went through a break up-.” “Which makes it better for you.” Sirius said.

Harry sighed as he looked up at her. He noticed Molly had cupped Y/n’s face and was saying something.

Once Molly let go Y/n started to turn his head and Harry moved his before she could see. Harry blushed as he looked away.

“Oh we’re just friends.” Sirius mocked jokingly.

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It was now time for presents. All the kids sat in a circle on the floor. Everyone took their turns opening and last was Y/n.

She smiled happily as they gave her gifts. Not in a greedy way, she smiled because she had actually gotten something, and was actually having a Christmas.

There were two people left to give Y/n gifts. Molly and Harry. Molly pulled out a present and handed it to her.

Y/n quickly opened it and noticed it was a famous Weasley sweater. Y/n obviously never had one before but she saw Ron and the twins wearing them. And she loved them. It had ‘W’ on it though, and not her initial.

Y/n didn’t care though. She loved it very much.

“I put a ‘W’ on it because I heard what your parents said. And I want you to know you are are welcome here. And related or not, you are a Weasley now.” Molly said.

Y/n had to hold back the tears as she looked that the sweater.

“Thank you so much.” Y/n said.

“Oh, no problem deary.” Molly said warmly.

Last was Harry. He pulled out his gift and handed it to her. Y/n unwrapped it and saw it was a jewelry box. She opened it and her jaw dropped at the necklace inside.

It was a beautiful silver necklace with a small stag on it.

“I got the stag because I just wanted you to have something that would always remind you that you best friend is always there.” Harry said.

Y/n smiled and jumped into his arms. She hugged him and he hugged her back.

“It’s beautiful, I love it.” She said before she pulled away.

“Can you put it on me?” Y/n asked.

“U-Uh yeah.” Harry answered. Y/n gave him the necklace and sat in front of him. Harry put the necklace on her.

After that Y/n reached over and put the sweater Molly made her on. She pulled the necklace and her hair over the sweater and smiled.

“So how was your first Christmas?” Ginny asked.

“This was really amazing. Thank you guys.” Y/n said as she leaned back into Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on top of hers.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Molly and Arthur said.

The rest of the night was full of festivities and traditions, and by the end of the night, Y/n couldn’t have been happier.

Christmas at the burrow was just what she needed. However there was only one problem.

She couldn’t look at her best friend without blushing.

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(A/N): I hope you enjoyed this part. My requests are open just dm me. And also, there will be more parts. 😊

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kaywinchester · 5 years

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Overdose

Ok may I request a Winchester brothers x sister reader where the reader is depressed harms themselves and feels like she not good enough and is a drug addict like does weed and other drugs drinks to relieve her pain and her brothers found out and are not happy it and the reader just not having it and doesn’t want help and can’t handle being lectured about her brothers so she runs away and overdoses and her brothers find her but in the end her brothers help her in recovery and it fluffy in the end

Warnings: drug use, drinking, overdose, some swearing

Word Count: 3,208

A/N: Sorry I feel like I went a little overboard with the sadness aspect of this story.

A hunters life was hard. Being a teenage girl who was a hunter was harder. Fighting through life is all you know. Sam and Dean had a taste of that normal cookie cutter life before your mom died, but you never did. School was the only normal thing in your life, and you hated it.

It seemed like the world just wasn't made for you sometimes. Always moving around, going to a bunch of new schools, never being able to keep friends, losing friends to hunting or other things. Seeing people that were family get hurt. When you three finally moved into the bunker, things changed a little bit for the better. You had a home, a set school, it finally felt a little better, but it wasn't enough. It didn’t change the way you thought about yourself.

In your eyes, you were never good enough. Every hunt, you were dragged along, and sometimes they wouldn't always go great. Sam and Dean were the ones who were strong, experienced, the ones who would fight off the problem. You were never able to do that, you were never strong enough, you were always the dead weight of the group. Nothing good ever came out of you trying to help. Every person dear to your heart that you had lost, you knew it was probably because of you. If you had just stayed out of the way and tried to let the big boys handle it, you wouldn't have lost Charlie, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, etc. Even your mom. You knew that if you hadn't been born, your mother probably would've still been alive. And as sad as it was to say. Sometimes, you wish you were never born.

You knew you could never go to Sam and Dean about this. They wouldn’t understand. Dean was always the star child in your fathers eyes, and despite Sam’s rocky relationship with him, he's the one that went to college and did something about his want to get out of hunting. You never did anything special and were never looked at in any special way. You never told your brothers how you felt and you were never going to. You knew they'd try and tell you otherwise on how “great” you were and how you are a special part of the family or whatever. Instead you dealt with it in other ways. Drugs and alcohol.

You hated the way you dealt with your feelings. You knew it was bad and you even hated yourself for it. But you were in so deep that you couldn't find yourself to stop anytime soon. You just never saw your brothers finding out.

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You and your brothers had just got back from a hunt that lasted a few days, longer than usual. This one was different. None of you were able to save the victims mom, which really got to you. And as always, it was probably your fault. You were in the fight with the wendigo, you should've stepped aside and let Sam and Dean deal with it.

You took another sip of the fourth beer you had drunk that night, as well as taking another shot of vodka. You let a tear slip, you haven't had that happen in a long time. You were so numb to everything at this point that you hadn't let anything out in so long. You brushed it away, angry at yourself for showing that emotion.

Why did you do that Y/N, you don’t deserve to cry. The victim is the one that's allowed to cry, she just lost someone and it’s all your fault. You thought to yourself.

You sat on the floor up against your bed and pulled out your stash of weed from underneath your bed. Lighting up your lighter, you smoked a little bit to get some sort of high so you could distract yourself from all of this. You finally fell asleep later that night.

The next morning, you woke up late, again. You sighed at the clock and dragged yourself to get ready for school, knowing you were going to hear about it for being late, by your brothers, and your teacher. Finally looking at yourself in the mirror, you shrugged. Hating the way you looked, but looking acceptable enough to leave the house.

Not even bothering to clean up the mess you made from last night, you left your room to go to school.

“Mornin.” Sam said gruffly, looking up from his laptop. You didn’t say anything as you walked passed him.

“Hey, you're not gonna eat anything?” Dean said, motioning to the breakfast food on the table.

“Not hungry, and I’m late again.” You spoke softly.

They both glanced at the clock. “Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry, I would've woken you up, I just wasn't paying attention to the time.” Sam apologized.

“Right.” You shrugged off as you closed the bunker door behind you.

Both brothers sighed.

“Somethings been going on with her for a long time now. She still won't talk to me, you know that?” Sam spoke up once you left.

“Won’t talk to me either. But I don’t like the way she's acting.” Dean replied.

Sam was going to respond but he didn't know what else to do. Every time he asked you what was going on or tried to have a heart to heart with you, you shut him out. He tried countless times. Dean had some snacks that he had picked up from the store that were your favorite. He decided to go leave them in your room.

Sam opened your door and was pushed back in surprise by the smell that lingered in your room. He walked in and looked around at the mess. Normally you liked to keep it tidy but it was nothing like that. All of your blankets and pillows were on the floor, your laundry was overflowing out of the basket, but the one thing he noticed was the countless amounts of empty bottles. He glanced around in shock, something was definitely wrong with his baby sister and he couldn't help it. He didn't help it, and now it had seemingly gotten out of hand.

“Hey Dean!” Sam shouted over his shoulder. Soon enough, Dean’s footsteps were heard and he walked in behind Sam.

“It smells like weed in here.” He spoke.

“I know..... look.” Sam motioned to your garbage can and under the desk where all of the empty bottles resided.

“What the- what is going on. Is that my flask?” Dean spoke angrily as his voice rose with every word.

“Dean, somethings wrong with Y/N, and we've been letting this go. We have to talk to her.” Sam spoke sympathetically.

“I know, we will.” Dean said.

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You got home from school and opened the bunker door. Shoving your crumpled up late notice pass in your backpack you slowly made your way down the stairs, and were met with two faces. Your brothers were both standing in front of you with their arms crossed. Their faces looked upset, but concerned at the same time.

“What did I do now.” You said softly, assuming whatever they were getting at was your fault.

“Nothin, sweetie. You didn’t do anything.” Sam eased into things, not knowing what was making you act this way, and not wanting to make things worse.

“Well, she obviously-.” Dean was cut off.

“Dean.” Sam eyed him, motioning to be gentle.

“Look, Y/N. We’ve been noticing your behavior lately, we’re worried, and it seems like whenever we try to talk to you, you shut us out. You know you can talk to us right? That’s what we’re here for.” Sam explained.

“Thought you were here to just use me as a hunting partner.” You mumbled.

“Y/N....” Sam spoke.

“Cause, if you are, you picked a pretty shitty hunting partner.” You added a little bit louder.

“Y/N, if this is about hunting......” Sam trailed off.

“It’s not about hunting, that's not even half of it, Sam!” You started to get frustrated. All your brothers were trying to do was crack you just so they could talk things out and feel better about themselves, knowing that you heard what they had to say.

“Y/N, don’t raise your voice we’re just trying to help.” Dean nudged in.

“Believe me, if I knew you could, I’d let you.” You felt your feelings build up inside, wanting to let them go but you strongly held them back.

“Whatever you're going through, you shouldn’t be turning to drugs and alcohol to solve anything. It’s not good for you.” Dean said.

“Says you, Dean. You drink almost every night...... So I’m guessing you two went in my room, well that's fantastic.” You said sarcastically.

“Sweetheart, you can’t keep doing this. It hurts us to see you do this to yourself.” Sam spoke softly, worry filling his face.

“I don’t need to be lectured about my problems. I can’t take this shit right now.” You felt tears brim in your eyes, you stormed off to your room.

“I don’t know what else to do, Sam.” Dean sighed.

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Running off to your room you let your backpack slip from your shoulder. You had so much tension and anxiety built up inside, you needed to get rid of it. The burning temptation inside walked you over to your stash. You fumbled through the bowls and the regular stuff you smoked and picked up heavier drugs. You had never pushed yourself this far, and soon, you weren't able to stop yourself. It wasn't long before black circled your vision as you passed out onto the floor.

Sam and Dean talked for a while, feeling stuck. They had never dealt with this before and they knew you needed them, no matter how much you refused.

“I’m gonna go try and talk to her alone.” Sam finally spoke. Dean nodded as Sam headed your way. He approached your door, not sure what move to make. He shuffled for a moment and then knocked slightly.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” He asked in a gentle voice. He put his ear up against the door. It was quiet, a little too quiet.

“Look, I just want to talk for a couple minutes, that's all.” He tried again. Sam stood outside for a few minutes waiting for a sign, anything. He didn't quite know what he was listening for, but he finally decided to just open the door.

Opening your door slowly, Sam peeked around the frame and saw a pair of legs, moving it more, he saw your body, stiff on the ground. He hurried over to you and shook you a little.

“Y/N? Y/N!” He looked over at the scene around you, with all of the excess pills scattered everywhere, coming out of open bottles.

“Oh my god, no. No! Y/N?” Sam lifted up your limp body and braced it against his.

“DEAN!!” He shouted behind him as he tried to cram his fingers down your throat.

Dean ran in moments later to find a sight he never wanted to see.

“I got her to throw up some pills but she's still unconscious.” Sam said worryingly, close to tears.

“C’mon.” Was all Dean could get out as he motioned to follow him to the car.

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“HELP! WE NEED HELP OVER HERE!” Dean shouted as he and Sam entered through the emergency room doors.

A few people rushed over and assessed you in Sam’s arms.

“What happened?” A nurse asked.

“Drug overdose, I was able to get her to throw some up pills but it wasn’t enough.” Sam choked out, handing her the bottle he found in your room.

Another nurse came in moments later with a bed. “Alright, set her down here. We’ll bring her back and take care of her.” The nurse said, wheeling you away.

“Sir, we need you to stay here.” Another nurse said, holding an arm out in front of the two brothers.

“No, I need to stay with her.” Dean argued.

“She is going to get the help she needs, for your sake and hers we need you to stay here and ask you a couple of questions, okay?” The nurse said in a soft voice, trying to remain calm in this tense situation. The two men nodded.

“Okay, what is her name?” The nurse asked.

“Y/N...... Her name is Y/N.” Sam repeated.

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Sam and Dean had waited not so patiently in the waiting room. The 2 hours they were waiting felt like 12. Neither of them could sit still, pacing, walking around the halls, just waiting. They didn't speak a word to one another. They didn’t feel like talking. Witnessing their baby sister do this to herself, they hadn't heard anything, not even knowing if she was okay. The two both thought to themselves, that might’ve been the last time they were going to see their sister.

A few moments later, a doctor walked in the room.

“Y/N Winchester?” He called out, looking around the room. Sam and Dean both immediately rushed over, anxious of what the news was going to be.

“Is she alive?” Was the first thing to come out of Dean’s mouth in hours.

“Yes. She is going to be okay.” The doctor said. Both brothers visibly relaxed and took a deep breath. Sam and Dean both looked up at each other and did something they did not do often, hugged one another.

“Now, thankfully there was not any long term damage. She might be a little disoriented when she wakes up. She is very lucky that you two brought her here in time.” He explained.

“Thanks, doc. Uh, when can we see her?” Sam asked eagerly.

“Uh, normally we don’t let family back there until the patient is awake, but I will make an exception this time.” He said.

“Thank you, means a lot.” Sam thanked him.

The two boys were led back to your room to see you. They saw you and felt so useless. You had gone off the deep end. You didn’t even look like yourself anymore. You had dark circles under your eyes, skin was pale, your face was tired. It was like you had lost that little spark that made you, you. They weren’t able to talk to you before, how were they going to talk to you now. They didn’t know if you were going to be different this time around, or just in an even deeper hole that you had dug yourself.

Sam and Dean knew you needed your rest, but all they wanted was for you to be awake. Your brothers sat on each side of your bed and waited. They didn’t care how long it was going to take but they were going to be there for you the second you woke up.

It felt like a never ending wait, but they eventually heard a deeper breath than before. You let out a heavy breath and moved a few of your fingers around. Sam and Dean shot their gaze over to you.

You woke up, and were really thrown off. You immediately were aware you weren't in your bed at home. The feel, the smell, the sounds were all different. Your eyes felt so heavy and tired but your adrenaline started pumping and you knew you had to open your eyes to investigate where you were.

“Y/N?” Sam spoke, as he was finally able to see your Y/E/C eyes.

You had a confused and sad look on your face, looking around at where you were. Why were you in a hospital? Who got hurt? Then you looked down and saw that it was you. It slowly all started coming back to you, and you realized what you had done. You couldn’t hold it in anymore in this moment. You hadn’t let your brothers see you cry since you were little. And as weak as you felt, you couldn’t not let it out.

“I couldn’t even do it.” You said in a hoarse voice.

“Y/N/N.....” Dean grasped your hand, not being able to find the right words to respond.

“I’m so sorry. I-I....” You cried.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to apologize.” Sam whispered.

“Yeah I do. First I can’t even do anything right, I always fuck up everything for everyone and you guys, and now you two have to deal with this shit.” You explained.

“What do you mean you can’t do anything right? That isn’t true, Y/N.” Dean spoke.

“Everything is always my fault, in every hunt, in every relationship, in every little thing. I’m the reason we’ve lost most people. I just slow everything down.” Your raspy voice choked out.

“Y/N, that’s just nonsense. You’re an asset to every hunt, you help us come up with the ideas and the research. You’re the one that keeps us on our feet, and watches our backs when we aren't paying attention. You are the one that does everything around here, from cleaning weapons, to dishes, to even doing our laundry for fuck’s sake.” Dean explained.

“Yeah, and you would never be the reason we’ve lost anyone. If anything, you are the glue that keeps us all sane. You’re the one that encourages everyone to keep going no matter what, you keep us laughing and smiling when we can’t find anything to cheer us up. And, we haven’t had our Y/N/N in a while. We can’t lose you. We need our baby sis, she’s apart of the team. It isn’t the same without you.” Sam said.

“Y/N, we’ve all had our lowest lows, but we’re here for you, we’re here for each other, we gotta keep each other going. I’m so so sorry you've been feeling this way, that’s the last thing Sammy and I want. We just wish you’d talk to us about these things so we can help.” Dean said.

“We want our Y/N/N back. We love you.” Sam choked out, feeling some tears coming on.

You sat there for a second, astonished at all of these things your brothers had to say to you. You hadn’t felt that love in so long, and you knew that they were there for you all along, and you just didn't go to them. You looked up at your brothers and saw their worried faces, seeing how much they cared. You were overwhelmed by emotion at this point. You let out a hitched breath and gave a small smile, as you let out a little happy cry.

“That’s the smile we’ve missed.” Dean chuckled slightly.

You pushed yourself up so you were sitting up better and lifted up your arms weakly for a hug. “I love you, both of you.” You mumbled into your brothers shoulder.

“We will be here to help you, through whatever comes at ya, okay?” Sam reassured.

“Mkay” You smiled slightly to yourself.

It was the first time you had felt some of your built up tension go away. You knew you were going to have to recover a little bit from all of this. But you felt okay knowing that you had your brothers that were going to be there for you. You were looking forward to getting back to your crazy hunting journey as a Winchester.

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