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chuuyrr · 2 years

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okay okay idea!

so, gojo reader, right?

gojo reader who has a clash with the volcano headed curse like from the anime! gojo reader who shows off her skills to her lover (for this ask i’d say dazai and chuuya ofc!) once more with her infinite void technique, aka, domain expansion.

for this cross over i’d assume that domain expansion is something only she, and those in contact with the “gods” can use. feel free to tweak this idea however you see fit though!!

limitless

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (gojo satoru's infinite void is used by gojo! reader, but not as a domain expansion, and gojo's fight against jogo is referenced), mentions of blood and violence, and jealous! dazai

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

hello, anon!! thank you so much for the idea. not gonna lie, i've been waiting for someone to request gojo! reader use infinite void so i could write about it. im also terribly sorry for the long wait, i struggled polishing it!! enjoy reading ♡

before you read: instead of a curse (since curses and cursed techniques aren't present in my bungou stray dogs x reader), i'm making the volcano head curse "jogo" as someone who's just like lovecraft in a sense. basically not a curse nor human.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya arrived unexpectedly with his motorcycle after you had just finished work. chuuya coming to pick you up was unusual given the distance between yokohama and tokyo, as well as both of your jobs. in any case, you were delighted to be picked up by your boyfriend, especially after a long day of irritating the higher-ups.

nothing beats riding a motorcycle with chuuya beneath a moonlit sky, alone together as you two passed through a forest.

"you good?"

chuuya caught a glimpse of you as he drove you and him, noticing how your body was slumped against his back, arms wrapped around his waist, and face pressed against the back of his shoulder.

"yeah, it's just that the higher-ups were a pain in the ass earlier," you grumbled, "they all kept blabbering about self-righteousness shit during the meeting, it's really annoying."

"so you deal with that kind of stuff everyday huh?" chuuya asked with sympathy, "my poor baby."

"yup," you nodded, "and i know what you're thinking. why the hell am i staying at heiwa then? when i can like, i don't know, get a different job maybe—" just as you were about to finish your sentence, you noticed something approaching you and your boyfriend at blinding speed even with your six eyes covered.

you suddenly tightened your grip on chuuuya's waist. chuuya would have jumped if he wasn't driving the motorcycle right now, but before he could question you, you and him teleported away from the motorcycle.

chuuya looked at you and you two were now meters from the grounds right now with wide eyes. not because he is afraid of heights or anything since his ability is literally gravity manipulation, but it was because you had him by the waist.

"[name], what was that for?!" chuuya exclaimed, a little perplexed by how your arm was still wrapped around his waist before his eyes fell to see his motorcycle above go straight into the railings on the side of the road, "my bike!"

the motorcycle, which had no riders, had exploded from a fiery shot of magma from a distance, leaving chuuya's mouth agape.

you pointed casually at the motorcycle that had just been blown to smithereens, "that's why."

"y-you saw that coming?" chuuya sweat dropped, looking at you with wide eyes.

you nodded and drew half of your blindfold upward to look at the volcano-headed creature that had formed itself beneath you and chuuya with a single crystalline blue eye, "six eyes, remember babe?" you asked calmly.

"what is that thing?" chuuya narrowed his eyes.

it had a humanoid shape and a short elderly-like man physique due to its hunchback posture. the top of its head resembled a mountain, specifically a volcano like mount fuji. the creature had gray skin, but the top of his head was brown where the volcanic opening was. he also had a single cycloptic eye, two brown corks on the sides of his head that appeared to be plugging his ears, and a mouthful of disgusting black teeth.

he wore an all-black ensemble that included a loose shirt with quarter-length sleeves, matching pants and shoes, a green spotted cape, and a white scarf.

"i honestly have no idea." you shrugged as you lowered yourself and chuuya down about a meter away from the volcano-headed creature who was grinning darkly at you, finally letting go of your boyfriend's waist before taking a protective step in front of him.

"who are you, huh?!" chuuya scowled at the volcano-headed creature, the red glow of his ability activating surrounded his body, "do you even know who we are, shithead?"

"i'm after gojo [name], human." he answered gruffly, earning a surprised look from chuuya.

"human?" chuuya was surprised, but he had his doubts in the first place. indeed, he was anything but human.

"aww, so you're pursuing after me?~ how cute! i'm gonna have to decline though since you're not my type." you exclaimed enthusiastically, clasping both of your hands together with a smile, "this is nakahara chuuya-kun! my devilishly handsome boyfriend."

the volcano-headed creature scowled angrily at you before a swarm of insects flew out of the opening of his volcano on top of his head. "ember insects!"

with that, a swarm of insects with large stingers lunged at you at breakneck speed, catching chuuya off guard as a loud noise emitted upon impact before detonating into a flaming explosion, the ground beneath cracking from the force.

as smoke erupted, the volcano-headed humanoid creature laughed maniacally, "and they said you were the strongest ability user alive?" he exclaimed, his shoulders shaking with laughter, "hah! you can't fool me!"

"oh, but i'm not fooling you at all." you stated.

the volcano-headed creature's cycloptic eye widened as the smoke from the explosion cleared, revealing you calmly standing there with your hands shoved inside the pockets of your black miniskirt, still in one piece together with your boyfriend.

"you've got some nerve to doubt my girlfriend." chuuya smirked. god did he love seeing your infinity in action. chuuya wasn't going to lie, but he had a heart attack when the insects swarmed you two only to discover they had impacted your infinity.

the volcano-headed creature took a step back, his mouth agape in surprise, before scoffing. he then attacked in all directions with the same blinding speed as you and chuuya maneuvered through his attacks.

chuuya couldn't help but notice that the volcano-headed creature seemed to be more interested in you than in him. he not only knew who you were, but he was determined to kill you for whatever reason. it was useless, just as the volcano-headed creature fired highly concentrated flames left and right, and even from above. you used your limitless' infinity to render his attacks useless.

"this cannot be! i hit you! i should have hit the two of you!" exclaimed the volcano-headed creature, irritated that you and chuuya were unharmed despite his barrage of attacks.

"you didn't touch me; you touched the infinity that exists between you and me," you explained, sighing deeply as you waved off the smoke produced by the collision of his flames and your infinity. "and for your information, infinity exists everywhere," you said to the perplexed creature.

you began to reverse a compressed ball of infinity that glowed dangerously red by lifting your index finger in the air. "limitless: reversal red."

the divergence of your limitless' infinity produced an extremely powerful repulsive force, repelling the volcano-headed creature so powerfully that he was sent flying towards the forest beyond the road, destroying hundreds of trees and causing the ground to crack and form a massive crater. the volcano-headed creature was eventually sent flying to a lake deep within the forest, and you followed him, bringing chuuya with you.

you and chuuya were now standing on top of the body of water, which baffled him slightly. you watched your boyfriend lift and lower his foot. he wasn't sinking, he thought, but he also didn't feel light because he wasn't using his gravity manipulation ability at all.

chuuya exclaimed, blinking profusely as he stared at you, "we're literally standing on water."

"it's cool, right?" you asked, tipping the side of your head as you smiled at chuuya.

"this reminds me of my ability as well, but i can only make it appear as if i'm walking on water," chuuya said, nodding.

"my infinity is the same. in fact, the two of us are stepping on infinity. it just looks like we're standing on water, and that's actually the case while we were in mid-air earlier," you explained before your smile faded into a smirk, "you wouldn't mind if i showed you something even cooler, right?"

"what?" chuuya raised a brow at you. you can do something greater than your infinity, amplified blue, reversal red, and hollowed purple?

"oi, mount fuji-san!" you turned to face the volcano-headed creature, which had now recovered from your attack, "you good? you took quite the blow!"

"you dare insult me, gojo [name]?" a nerve snapped from the volcano-headed creature, his cycloptic eye deepening into an angry glare, especially when you burst out laughing.

your mocking words rolled off your tongue, "you'll be fine. after all, you're weak."

"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU STUPID BRAT!" the volcano-headed creature was enraged. the brown corks covering his ears flew away as flames erupted from them, as did the volcano on top of his head, "I'M GOING TO ENJOY SWALLOWING UP THAT SMUG FACE OF YOURS!"

a large number of highly concentrated flames had flooded the entire area, practically burning the trees and heating the water beneath your and chuuya's feet.

chuuya scoffed at you, "you just had to make him angry, [name]."

chuuya's response made you laugh as lava and rocks engulfed the entire area, completely drying up the water. everything was now practically on fire. chuuya felt as if he was in hell with you and that literal hot-headed creature because the temperature in the atmosphere was so high. he even had to take a step closer to you to avoid a burst of magma.

"THERE WON'T EVEN BE ASHES LEFT OF YOU, GOJO [NAME]!"

even when your enemy promised you death, you remained unbothered. that isn't the first threat you've received, after all. when you first met, your boyfriend literally threatened you because you ambushed and stole from port mafia. you held your ground as chuuya stood beside you until you reached for and took hold of your blindfold.

you smirked and drew it down to your neck, aligning your hand across your chest, curving your middle finger over your index finger.

"limitless: infinite void."

you had brought your target along with chuuya inside a domain, particularly the limitless itself, as the words rolled off your tongue. chuuya stared in awe as his and your surroundings had transformed into a vast void.

it was both beautiful and terrifying, especially when they turned their attention to the volcano-headed creature who happened to be your target. he was frozen in place, and it appeared as if he had seen and heard things, which he had.

"what is this, [name]? where are we?" chuuya asked, swallowing hard as he eyed his surroundings.

"this is the inner world of limitless. it's something i have access to due to my connection with sugawara michizane," you explained, sauntering towards the volcano-headed creature, the heels of your boots clicking in the process as you left chuuya's side, "and right now, every actions he takes are forced upon him infinitely."

"infinitely?" chuuya asked in confirmation.

"ironic, isn't it?" you asked monotonously, tipping your head to the side as you stared at the frozen volcano-headed creature with a dark glaze over your glowing blue eyes, "when granted everything, you can't do anything."

chuuya was then taken aback by a sinister smile on your face and he couldn't seem to adore your crystalline blue six eyes especially after what happened next.

you twisted the head you were clutching tightly only to yank it upwards with such effortless yet brute force with your bare hand, ruthlessly decapitating the volcano-headed creature with its neck completely twisted as the entire body fell.

chuuya was so shocked that it took him a moment to realize he was no longer in the limitless but had returned to reality. he watched your sinister smile fade as you slowly pulled your blindfold back on your eyes, but not until you gazed at the decapitated head on the ground into which you had dug the heel of your thigh-high boot.

your boyfriend was not going to lie to you. that was fucking terrifying. sure, you were hot when you were all scary and angry, but there was something about you that made chuuya doubt it was you for a second, and all he could say was "holy shit."

"[name]?" chuuya sauntered towards you, carefully approaching you, "you there?"

"whoops, sorry," you laughed as you looked up at chuuya before snapping back to reality and kicking the decapitated head that was still alive. "got lost in the moment for a second there."

"that was in the moment?!" chuuya cried out in disbelief, "but you.. that was.." he fumbled over his words, struggling to construct a sentence.

"i get carried away sometimes." you scratched the back of your neck while sticking out your tongue at him.

"i mean, i guess i get carried away too sometimes, but you were... how do i put this.." chuuya admitted, breathing out as he stared at you with wide eyes that were both scared and filled with admiration.

"you think i'm hot?" at chuuya's remark, your lips curved into a devious smile as you winked and placed a hand on your hip, watching a blush spread across his cheekbones.

"w-what kind of question is that?!" chuuya screamed, turning away from you and folding his arms across his chest, only to grumble a quiet response.

"of course i do.. idiot."

despite being a little spooked out earlier, chuuya definitely fell harder and was most definitely turned on.

dazai osamu ! (with kunikida third-wheeling)

your boyfriend was leaning against your shoulder while you sat comfortably in the backseat with him, and perhaps kunikida was scowling at dazai because why the hell was he showing pda in the middle of work. in any case, you and dazai ignored kunikida's reprimand and continued to stay put.

since the said assignment had something to do with another whole humans and supernatural entities experiment type of shit, dazai and kunikida were assigned to conduct an investigation with you being sent to help and gather information for heiwa.

while kunikida continued to converse with dazai, who was responding with funny yet joking banters to irritate him, you noticed something approaching you, dazai, and kunikida at blinding speed.

even if dazai slumped over you and made full physical contact with you, your six eyes were an ability he couldn't nullify with his touch. you gently pushed dazai away from you and leaned towards the driver's seat, your voice dead serious, unable to dismiss the now looming danger you saw from outside the vehicle.

"stop the car."

with that, kunikida, almost in a panic, stepped on the brakes, nearly recoiling from the impact if it weren't for the seatbelt on him; meanwhile, dazai's face planted onto the seat in front of him due to his lack of a seatbelt.

dazai groaned and stroked his face before looking at you and kunikida, "ugh.. what was that about?"

"why did you ask me to stop the car?" kunikida furrowed his brows and adjusted his glasses, which had almost fallen off.

"get out of the car, now." you demanded, immediately busting the door open.

kunikida and dazai were quick to follow. you immediately took hold of their arms and tackled them away from the vehicle as soon as the three of you stepped outside. a fiery explosion erupted from afar, completely incinerating the car. kunikida held a terrified look, while dazai's eyes widened with interest and surprise.

after the three of you got back on your feet, dazai blinked at you as you calmly shoved your hands into the pockets of your black mini skirt.

"i'm holder of the six eyes, remember, darling?" your lips curved into a half-smirk, "the six eyes allows me to see things even kilometers away, it not only gives me great processing power, but also vast perception."

"six eyes? that's right.. your six eyes aren't an ability. it works even if dazai is touching you," kunikida explained as he dusted his clothes.

"very good, kunikida-kun!" you exclaimed, clasping both of your hands together and pressing them against your cheek, "now, you and dazai be a dear and stay back right now, yeah?"

kunikida and dazai were bewildered, but did as they were told. a humanoid being had appeared from above to attack you, but before it could, you had immediately slid back, dodging the hit but causing a crater in the ground. before they yelled your name, a mound of the wall behind you rose and fired another shot of magma and flames at you, similar to the one from earlier.

the humanoid being chuckled darkly, "well that was easier than i expected."

"what is that thing?" kunikida's eyes widened.

"looks like our investigation decided to come after us, or in this case, after my belladonna," dazai sighed, shaking his head, "that thing isn't an ability user, and it doesn't look human either."

it was humanoid in shape, with a short elderly-like man physique due to its hunchback posture. the top of its head was shaped like a mountain, specifically a volcano like mount fuji. the thing had gray skin, but the top of his head faded into a brown color where the volcanic opening was. he also had a single cycloptic eye, two brown corks on the sides of his head that appeared to be plugging his ears, and disgusting black teeth.

lastly, he wore an all-black outfit consisting of a loose shirt with quarter-length sleeves, matching pants and shoes, a green spotted cape over that, and a white scarf.

you stood on top of the burnt up ground, your hands shoved in the pockets of your black miniskirt, "who are you calling easy?" you quipped, tilting your head at the thing that had just attacked you.

"did i wound your pride?" the volcano-headed creature asked you mockingly.

a grin made its way to your lips as you took out both of your hands and popped them, "nope, i'm starting to find this fun actually."

"ember insects!"

at that instant, the volcano-headed humanoid creature released insects that swarmed you in an instant, resulting in another fiery explosion followed by a loud noise.

kunikida and dazai stood back and watched as he attacked you aimlessly with fire-based attacks from all directions, fracturing the ground solely with his immense power. it's no surprise you told them to back off.

dazai wasn't concerned while kunikida was sweating bullets, wondering if you were still alive when the thing lit your head in flames, fearfully watching your body stagger in a spin.

okay, maybe dazai was concerned because your entire head was flames and didn't appear to be blocked by your infinity. but you couldn't possibly be dead. right? right?!

"hehehe, that was the gojo [name]? the limitless ability user everyone feared?" kunikida and dazai turned towards the volcano-headed humanoid creature that was now sauntering towards them and grinning maniacally.

"again with this!" you said as the smoke from the curse's attacks dissipated, just as dazai and kunikida prepared to bite back a response.

with you sighing deeply, the three of them turned around to face you, waving off leftover smoke. the volcano-headed humanoid creature didn't appear to be happy as kunikida sighed in relief and dazai proudly grinned at you. as he came to a halt on his tracks, his cycloptic eye shrank with visible rage.

"is this a joke?" the creature scowled, disbelievingly staring at you, "you should have been dead! i touched you! i killed you myself!"

"no, you didn't touch me." you exclaimed, shrugging your shoulders before bringing your thumb and index finger incredibly close with a small gap in between, "you touched the infinity between us."

"what the hell are you talking about?!" he huffed, heavily breathing out his growing rage.

your face was bright and happy as you leaned forward and outstretched your hand towards him, "i'll show you then! come on, come on!"

kunikida looked at you, puzzled, but dazai couldn't help but dramatically gasp as you insisted on touching hands with this.. with this vile creature that didn't even look human!

"oi, what are you doing belladonna?!" dazai began, only getting his head smacked by kunikida, "ow!"

"don't interrupt gojo and whatever that thing is!" kunikida reprimanded him, scoffing.

"but just look at [name]-chan, kunikida-kun!" dazai huffed, stomping his feet while pointing at you, "she's clearly flirting with him! i may have done so in the past, but i don't anymore!"

"and that's what you get for flirting with women in the past!" kunikida grabbed him by the collar, violently shaking him to get dazai to take a grip.

while kunikida and dazai were arguing, the volcano-headed humanoid creature had finally agreed. he extended his hand towards yours, intending to touch it, but it abruptly came to a halt, much to his surprise. there was that unseen force between your hand and his that shrunk his cycloptic eye.

"see?" you giggled at his reaction before speaking in a deep yet enticing voice that made kunikida stop shaking dazai's head in your direction, "we could even shake hands like this you know?~"

kunikida watched his colleague turn ghostly pale, a betrayed and surprised expression on his face, "[NAME]-CHAN?!"

you ignored dazai's reactions and continued to press your hands against the volcano-headed creature, particularly your fingers.

you had deactivated your infinity just as he was distracted by the shocking revelation of your limitless ability, and with that, you intertwined your hands with him, but tightly. you then jabbed your freehand at him, causing the volcano-headed creature to cough up purple blood.

you attacked him with your free hand while holding his other, smirking, "there's still more!" you then let go of him while he was in mid-air. you thrusted your leg and kicked him, making sure the heel of your thigh-high boots dug into him before launching him into a crater you'd created from your frenzied attacks on him.

kunikida and dazai were taken aback. they'd seen you fight before, especially given how much you enjoyed hand-to-hand combat, but dazai was mostly turned on. when you were fighting chuuya in the past, you weren't all that aggressive on him. it was such a sight that he forgot he was supposed to be jealous in the first place, but that wasn't all you could do.

"infinity exists everywhere," you began, calmly stepping towards the volcano-headed humanoid creature that was attempting to rise after being brutally pummeled by your bare hands and kick alone, "and my limitless ability makes that concept a reality."

with a smirk on your face, dazai watched breathlessly as you took hold of your blindfold and pulled it down to your neck. you peered down at the volcano-headed creature, your beautiful crystalline blue eyes revealed, and mockingly laughed, "not only are you too dumb to not understand that, but you're weak."

"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU BRAT!!"

just as the volcano-headed creature got back up and was now burning in a red haze of fury literally speaking, you flitted your eyes up towards kunikida, and then towards dazai, who you winked at, catching him off guard and turning his cheekbones pink.

as you teleported in front of dazai and kunikida, you brought your hand close to your chest with your middle finger curved over your index finger, making sure to keep a good distance away from your lover so that he could not nullify your ability.

you had activated the arsenal of your limitless ability before the volcano-headed creature could lash out all his rage at you, your boyfriend, and kunikida, and just as he was about a good meter away from you.

"limitless: infinite void."

you had brought your target along with kunikida and dazai you remained a good distance with you inside a domain, particularly inside the limitless itself, as the words rolled off your tongue. kunikida and dazai gazed in awe as their surroundings had transformed into a vast void. it was both beautiful and terrifying, especially when they turned their attention to the volcano-headed creature who happened to be your target. they were taken aback. it appeared as if the volcano-headed creature had seen and heard things.

"where are we?" dazai inquired, taking a deep breath and continuing to scan his surroundings with kunikida.

this was something truly terrifyingly beautiful. he'd never seen anything like your ability before. it was dark but peaceful.

"we're inside the limitless," you explained, sauntering towards the volcano-headed creature, your boots clicking in the process, "perception communication. the actions he is taking are infinitely forced upon him."

"what does that exactly mean, gojo?" kunikida pushed his glasses further to his nose.

"it means [name]-chan's target will be able to see and feel everything while not being able to see or feel anything at the same time," dazai deduced perfectly with wide eyes and a smile across his face, "and they can't do anything but die slowly."

"just what kind of ability do you possess, gojo?" kunikida's face darkened as you placed your hand on top of the volcano-headed creature, grasping the mountain-like shape on his head.

"something only i, or perhaps anyone in contact with gods like sugawara michizane, can use," you explained, prompting kunikida and dazai to look at you almost worriedly as your voice abruptly became emotionless. "and right now, you are standing before the presence of his descendant."

you tightened your grip on the vile creature's head, causing a horrible shiver ran down dazai and kunikida's spine before their stomach dropped.

as the following event occurred, the ominous aura you were emitting worsened. you had violently twisted the head only to yank it upwards with such effortless yet brute force using your bare hand, ruthlessly decapitating the volcano-headed creature with its neck completely twisted as the entire body fell, smiling sinisterly throughout it all.

as it's now decapitated head rolled across the ground, you grabbed your blindfold once more, pulling it tighter and covering your eyes, breaking down the domain. you then stepped on the head, stomping your heel against it, and stared at it with a single uncovered frightening eccentric blue eye, your blindfold only covering half of it with the way you were holding it.

the more dazai thought about seeing you in this light, the more he realized you are exactly like him. you're like a coin with two sides, and what they saw earlier was your cold-blooded side.

you may have had control over this ability, the but it caused you to have a different vibe for a brief moment. it reminded dazai of chuuya when he was using corruption and wasn't himself. while chuuya was attacking in a frenzy of instinct with no intention of stopping, you simply stopped being human. you become incredibly aggressive in a frighteningly alluring way, displaying no emotion. to be more specific, frighteningly beautiful and dangerously strong.

when you fully covered your eyes with your blindfold, all of that seemed to fade away in an instant. you then thrust your leg forward, skillfully kicking the decapitated head in the air like a soccer ball.

"would you guys like to play soccer while we interrogate him?" you joked, giggling as you looked down at the decapitated head yelling at you to stop kicking him around like a ball.

"sometimes i forget how scary gojo can be..." kunikida sighed and shook his head before turning to face his colleague, "oi, dazai. are you even listening to me?!"

"you truly deserve the name belladonna. a beautiful lady, but a deadly poison at the same time!" dazai exclaimed dramatically, exaggerating by placing a hand to his chest only to run and kneel before you with his other free hand reaching for you, completely ignoring kunikida, "ahh~ i've just fallen for you even more my dear!"

"stop flirting in front of me, you stupid brats!" yelled the decapitated volcano head, "you two disgust me and stop kicking me!"

"you're just jealous that i'm her boyfriend and all you got was being able to hold hands with her!" dazai retorted, causing you and kunikida to sweat as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"oh, so you were jealous?~" you had a smug look on your face as you stopped tugging on dazai's hair and instead took hold of it to pull him close to your face.

"maybe just a little." dazai grumbled and pressed his cheek against yours.

"are you two done flirting with each other?!" kunikida exclaimed, glaring at you and dazai before stomping, "you two do realize our car burned down and we still have to question that.. that thing you're stepping on!"

"let's just give up on our assignment then!" dazai suggested cheerfully, radiating rainbows and sunshine.

"i agree with osamu, kunikida-kun!" you nodded, giving kunikida a peace sign while wrapping your arm around dazai's shoulder.

with that, you and dazai both got smacked on the head, and you ended up grumbling about it because dazai nullified your infinity due to his physical contact with you.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

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dixonlvr-online · 2 years

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Mine to lose Part 1: "Daryl"

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Leah

Genre: Angst

Summary: A love triangle story inspired by Taylor Swift's songs betty, august, and cardigan

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Alexandria had changed, Daryl realized. His chest felt tight.

As he looked around, he noticed the new gardens, blooming and thriving like he’d never seen. The houses had been repaired, new walkways built, walls reinforced. New people, too, wandering the streets, pitching in on the work.

Daryl felt dizzy, seeing it all. Knowing this place had changed and left him behind.

“Daryl!” he heard a voice call. He turned to see Michonne, grinning at him. He put the kickstand down on his motorcycle and reached out to hug her. Once they pulled apart, her face got serious. “What are you doing here? It’s been a long time.”

Daryl scratched the back of his neck, nodding sheepishly. “Yeah, s’pose it has. Found some things out there I thought ya could use. Just came to drop ‘em off,” he said.

Michonne nodded. “You're not staying long?” she asked. Daryl shook his head. She sighed, clearly unsurprised, and gestured to the bag on his shoulder.

The two spent the next few minutes pulling apart his bag, Michonne asking questions about the contents, Daryl doing his best to explain their use. If he was being honest, only half the stuff was useful, and probably wasn’t needed here anyway. It had just been a long time since he’d seen this place, these people…

One in particular came to mind. The one that always came to mind.

“How’s, uh, ya know?” he said, coughing to distract from his fumble. He couldn’t even say her name, for God’s sake. How pathetic was he?

Michonne’s look was sympathetic. “She’s okay,” she said. Daryl nodded. He wanted to ask questions, to get specifics, but he knew it wasn’t his place. He’d left you, after all. He wasn’t allowed to know about your life anymore.

“Well, gonna head out,” he said, taking a seat on his bike. Before he could turn the engine key, a hand was laying over his. He looked up at Michonne, who was staring at him intensely.

“Daryl. When are you coming back? You can’t stay out there forever,” she said. He averted his eyes.

“Ya know I can’t come back here. Wouldn’t be right,” he said. Michonne raised her eyebrows, and Daryl knew why. In the past, when they’d had this same conversation over and over, his justification had been something along the lines of, “I’m better out there,” or, “Ya don’t need me here anyway.”

Daryl was tired. Tired of pretending he didn’t want to come back here more than anything. But it wasn’t going to happen and he knew it.

“See ya, Michonne. Tell the kids ‘Hi’ for me,” he said. Michonne smiled gently at his words. Daryl switched on the engine and pushed the pedal, deciding to take the long way around.

He drove slowly down the roads, noting the different faces, old and new, getting on with their lives. The houses looked the same, for the most part. The same order, too…

His breath caught. Without realizing, he’d stopped in front of his old house. Your house. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hold it together. The house was so unchanged, it felt like he’d been transported back in time.

He remembered the day you’d moved in. A few days after your group joined Alexandria, when Rick deemed it safe enough to spread out. The two of you, always inseparable, had obviously chosen to live together.

Daryl had complained (oh how he regretted those complaints now) about the house being too big for two people. You’d smiled indulgently, telling him to pretend he was the president, or a CEO, or some other rich prick who lived in a huge house. He’d shaken his head at you then, calling you ridiculous. You were ridiculous and you knew it, but he’d always loved it.

Now, standing in front of his old life personified, Daryl’s head was swirling with regret. He took a deep breath and steadied himself on the bike, pulling his eyes away from the building.

He knew he had to move on. This wasn’t his life anymore, and that wasn’t his house. For all he knew, you didn’t even live there anymore. He knew he was wrong, that you’d never leave that house, but it was easier to lie to himself.

Daryl drove out of the community, eyes on the road. He knew where he was going, and now that he’d exited Alexandria’s gates, it was easier to accept that. He had a new life, a new house, a new…person.

He picked up speed, feeling the wind in his hair, on his face, praying it would pull the memories from his head and scatter them onto the barren road.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #norman reedus #mine to lose series

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turtlesocksv2 · 10 months

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20 Kinnporsche Rewatch Episode 5 Thoughts

Regret Regret Regret. Kinn is so tense and upset about what he did last night, which he should be! Should have let Arm and Pete take care of Porsche, buddy. But Porsche is just dead-eyed and fucking tired. Kinn says that nothing happened and Kinn got to him first, but you know Porsche’s body is telling him a different story. How much does Porsche remember in that moment, How much does he believe Kinn in this moment? Either he’s lying, or it was Kinn that did it to him. and that’s a lot to process when you just woke up.

Kim being a nosy shit is great. and Korn sees right through him. He doesn’t trust Kim as far as he could throw him. but he learned it from watching you, dad! he learned it from watching you!!! Korn knows his grip on Kim is tenuous At Best, so it’s time to really put the squeeze on Kinn.

Genuinely am baffled at Korn’s motivations for all this. like, manipulating and abusing your kids is...you know, a bad thing but it’s one thing. but he wants Porsche working for them, under his thumb. He wants Nampheung’s son back in the fold and part of the family. How does punishing Porsche for getting drugged and making Kinn feel bad for loving Porsche accomplish any of that???

We absolutely need more Tankhun and Kim interactions. they both know way more than Kinn does. Tankhun is a messy bitch and is living for the drama of Kim spying on their dad and finding info. he’s so proud of his babiest brother. We need Tankhun and Kim to Unionize and overthrow their father. they could do it. they have the power.

Are You Fucking Dumb, Bro? my beloved. cracks me up every time. Best thing Ken ever did. ❤️

oh Porsche is MAD about getting punished. honestly his little bathroom breakdown is sooo justified. thank god for Pete, but them having two Very Different conversations is sadly funny.

Arm looks to be the Designataed Sober Bodyguard after the Stripping Incident. Disappointing, but probably a wise choice.

god Porsche is SO SAD this entire episode it kills me.

Aaaaaand here comes Vegas, smelling the blood in the water. honestly the difference between 3 minutes ago and vegas rolling up with the sick motorcycle is night and day. the life returns to Porsche’s eyes because of that bike. He and Vegas really could be bros, if it wasn’t for....everything. Porsche has so much fun with Vegas here. No thoughts, just a nice nightime bike ride on a sweet motorcycle with a handsome boy who’s been nothing but nice to you, really, and also it will piss off your boss. Win Win. (Vegas’s little stumble getting off the bike...I see you, sir. playing your game. 👀)

Kinn realizing he drove Porsche ~into Vegas’s arms~ is hilarious. Allow my inner wrestling fan to come out, for just a moment: You 👏 De- 👏Serve👏 It👏

“At least the minor family’s never hurt me!” “I’ve hurt you?” “.......Haven’t you?” god Porsche’s little eyebrow raise. The audacity Kinn has to pretend he didn’t hurt Porsche! Kinn, getting smacked in the face with the fact that Porsche does actually remember. Kinn not knowing how to respond or apologize and just digging his grave deeper. this scene is so good.

i do really like Korn’s pool. it’s a fucking rich people thing, but one that i would actually like to have.

Pete having to stand there, pantsless ass out, and give relationship counseling to his boss. what a nightmare for him. i would die. but i love his little smile after Kinn leaves, like Yeah! Nailed it! I gave Good Advice (tm)

Kinn getting absolutely roasted by Porsche’s friends and swallowing it down is so funny. And you can tell that it physically pains Kinn to apologize out loud.

Porsche is actually decent at his job! Even drunk and sad and in the middle of a verbal fight with his boss, he still clocked the intruders before Kinn did.

now i doubt that any competent kidnappers would let Kinn keep a phone on him, which means that Korn had to have GPS chipped his sons at some point like they were dogs that could get lost. probably after Tankhun’s kidnapping and recovery.

When Porsche and Kinn hear the gunshots Kinn looks so smug like yeah, the rescue team is here and you are going to die. chan is going to shoot you right in the head.

speaking of which, Daddy Chan leaning out of the van to shoot the guy cleanly that Big and Ken fumbled is so great. Finally, some good fucking marksmanship.

KinnPorsche being a Battle Couple will never get old. Handcuffed together in the back of a truck, knocking those kidnappers the fuck out. love it for them.

OK in the preview they do say the GPS is from Kinn’s phone which...was really stupid of the kidnappers. i don’t think this was a very serious kidnapping attempt. Pretty sure this was Korn shoving Kinn and Porsche into a Get-Along-Shirt.

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche

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Nexus: ogre slayer. [1/2]

(oh hey look glitches back uploading more of his original work. Well actually it's kind of obvious that I would considering I don't just do Rwby though I am a fan of it considering the fact that I'm making a rewrite. Anyway enjoy these three pages that have all been merged into one.

[Season 1] "ogre beasts?"

After awhile Xander and Johnson headed back to their rides.

"So wait that thing was a uh..." Johnson said trying to remember it's name classification.

"Ogre beast." Xander added. "Ogre beast right duh and what are they actually?" Johnson asked. Xander sighed.

"Okay I can't explain all of your questions but I know a place where they can be answered so get on your ride and follow me" Xander spoke calmly. Johnson noded and they got in their rides, xander having a three wheel motor bike, and Johnson has his motorcycle.

They drove off. As they drove Johnson started noticing more of the city that wasn't just all skyscrapers and buildings there was also some, wildlife? Not only that, there were multiple parks with massive trees but also a lot of other plant life probably wouldn't be surprising if he find more than just raccoons roaming around the streets.

As they continue driving they stopped at a giant building with a glass dome for a roof. The outer walls shape the building into the shape of a violet's bud. It was actually rather beautiful just looking at the building.

"I present the hunter foundation one of many foundations that are all part of a something much bigger and other fancy stuff." Xander said pointing at the beautiful building. Johnson just stared in awe of it.

"Well anyway come on apparently I'm going to have to take you on a tour of the building" Xander continued as he started towards the front door then realize Johnson was still looking at the building and then promptly walked back to drag him to the front door.

When they enter they saw many people with different outfits and weapons on them, not surprising there being weapons cuz this is the "hunter foundation".

As they walked there was a giant boom and everyone in the building looked to see smoke coming from a hall as a male covered in ashes walked out trying to dust himself off with his hands.

"God dammit another Mech blew up" the male said as he got the ashes off, his Cobalt jacket showing more now after getting dusted and the male had silver hair with a similar cobalt eyes.

"You good jay bird?" One of the hunters said. "Does it look like I'm good?!" The male known as Jay retorted.

"Hey bolt!" Xander said catching jays attention, he walked over to xander "sup green bean" jay said shaking Xanders hands.

"Hey uh I got a newbie here and he has no idea what ogre beasts are" Xander said gesturing to Johnson.

Jay noded. He then looked at Johnson and started to inspect him. "Uh what is he doing?" Johnson said. "Doing a pat down. Making sure you ain't going to do something risky" Xander replied.

"Oh" Johnson spoke then jay started patting up his chest. "So....your in the clear, also one how old are you, need to make sure this doesn't come off as illegal" jay said.

"17" Johnson simply said, "oh so your younger than me and xandy boy" jay responded.

"Wait... Xanders older than me?" Johnson said slightly surprised. "Yes I am, just because I'm shorter and look younger doesn't mean I am younger." Xander spoke putting his hands on his hips.

"Wow" Johnson replied, "ok two weird question, you gay?" Jay asked which threw Johnson for a loop. "Uh I'm straight.... Why you ask" Johnson said confused.

"Just making sure you didn't enjoy the pat down~" jay said pretending to flirt and Johnson was not into it.

"Personal space please" Johnson said and jay backed off. "Sorry" jay said, Xander just chuckled at this.

Jay, Xander, and Johnson then went down a hallway and entered what Johnson assumed to be Jays mech garage.

Then again with giant mechanical body parts scattered around the damn place it'd be kind of dumb to not assume that this was a Mech building garage because it was already obvious that this is a mech building garage.

"So what are we here for Xander?" Johnson asked. "You were wondering what the hell ogre beast are remember?" Xander said.

Johnson did a "oh" and then noded. Jay then pulled out a computer and set it on one of his many tables that were just limbs of a mech. Jay opened up the computer and logged in.

Johnson simply tilted his head confused as Jay check some tabs and then closed his computer. "Was that for the ogre Beast thing?" Johnson asked, "no I just looked up a grilled cheese recipe" jay answered with Johnson just staring blankly.

"Anyway to explain ogre beasts is pretty simple basically there's this thing called the ogre virus no one knows who created it nor why it was created. All we know is that it causes a genetic mutation inside of animals causing them to mutate and get bigger and more violent" jay spoke as he fiddled with some thing.

"And it's up to people like me and Jay to hunt these fuglies down and do the good old 'off with their head' treatment" Xander added. "Wait if it's that simple why didn't you just explain it to me" Johnson asked again still confused.

"Well that's just the abridged answer to actually explain it is to go on a scientific blah stuff" Xander answered as Jay face palmed.

"Well since that's all you came here for I'll see you off unless-" jay said then looked at Johnson, "you want to see my builds cutie~" he flirted. "Once again I'm 17" Johnson said bluntly as he backed away.

Jay chuckled as Johnson and Xander left. The two entered the mess hall and sat down at a table.

"So...." Xander spoke as if he was about to ask something. Johnson looked at him "I know we just explained to you in The abridged version of what ogre beast are but uh you want to join?" Xander ask trying not to sound stupid as FuCk.

Johnson just stared.....

And stared

Xander face palmed and groaned "just answer the question" he spoke. Johnson noded "yeah... Wait does this job pay?" Johnson asked. Xander just looked at him "ya fight giant fucking monsters why would you not get paid?!" He shouted.

"Well you know just seemed like all those cartoons I watched as a tween." Johnson answered. "your a dumbass" Xander groaned out.

10 days later.

It had been awhile since Johnson joined Xander, And he learned some interesting things like for instance.

"WAIT HELL IS REAL?!" Johnson shouted at the revelation that not only ogre beasts exist but HELL ITSELF DOES ASWELL! "Yep sadly it does though you're not at a high enough rank to go there" Xander said as Johnson sighed in relief.

"Now how about some practice! I've been itching to see what you can do with that new sword ya got there" xander continued pointing at Johnson unconventional sword.

Johnson pulled it off his back the blade was thin but big and it had a strange blue glint to it. "I call it gante I had the blacksmith design specifically for me in mind" Johnson said grining.

Continuing with the appearance the reason why it was so unconventional was because the weapon itself was a two-handed saber with the blade looking like it had a razor pattern. You'd think it be breakable but it's not.

The metal was combination of titanium and surprisingly quartz aswell as some iron.

Eventually we see Xander and Johnson head to a field of red and green? roses. Once they arrived Johnson took a stance and prepared gante. Xander unsheathed his blade.

"I am xander oakgreen the emerald tide! Me and my gree gunto will smite your existence" Xander spoke as he and Johnson stared each other down.

"Well if we doing that then I'll introduce myself" Johnson said before cleaning his throat "I am Johnson purgatorio red! I am son of Nora red and Alexander red" he announced and something appeared to click in Xanders head.

Xander then shook his head and got in fighting stance legs wide swords tip facing Johnson and blade beside Xanders head, the tether was detached from the blade.

Johnson did some what the same stance except the blade was pointing up.

They stood there waiting for who would make the first move. Johnson noticed the fault in his stance and realized something.

Johnson smirked as he then rushed forward as Xander got ready, and when Johnson was just close enough xander struck the hilt of his sword, Johnson however placed the flat side of his sword on top of his head and back, his blade blocking the strike from Xanders sword.

Johnson let go of his sword and grabbed onto Xanders legs and used his entire weight to push him off balance, Xander then fell backwards.

Johnson got up and went to get gante but Xander got up and dragged him back, Johnson stumbled back as Xander got into a boxing stance.

When Johnson noticed he got hunched over as if kneeling. Xander did a small "ha" before Johnson sprang at him and tackled him.

Johnson after tackling Xander pinned him to the ground by bringing his left knee and right arm together and holding them tight.

Xander after squirming gave in and tapped Johnson shoulder. He let go and got off the brunette letting him catch his breath.

"God damn where the hell you learned that?!" Xander asked panting. "Uh I guess with my brother" Johnson said.

"Bullshit!" Xander shouted which startled Johnson, "I know you must have had some kind of training because one I finally know why your last name was familiar and two no body can wrestle like that by just wrestling with their bro" he continued.

"Wait how is my last name familiar" Johnson asked as Xander groaned and goes to a mail bin of an abandoned building, he walked backed to Johnson and opened the news paper and showed him a article about a Alexander re- wait.

THAT WAS JOHNSONS POPS!

"WAIT THATS MY OLD MAN!" Johnson voiced in utter shock as Xander covered his ears. "Maybe don't shout to the heavens please" Xander said irritated.

"Sorry, but I knew my dad was rich and all but not famous rich." Johnson spoke. "Well my amigo he is and you are son of the dude." Xander said as he wrapped his arm around the boys neck.

"Well anyway that was some good practice" Xander said, "you mean your ass getting handed to you gourmet style?" Johnson said smirking as Xander turned red with annoyance.

"Ha, ha, shut up ya toddler, atleast I get bitches." Xander said, "I highly doubt any of that" Johnson retorted. As they went to their places to stay.

#nexus: ogre slayer #original story #johnson red #xander oakgreen

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forget me not

We were spending some time at the club when I rolled in and heard Gemma and Jax in the middle of a heated conversation.

Jax was standing with his arms crossed and Gemma looked defeated.

“Sorry baby, I’ve had a lot on my mind with the club and bills…”

“Well, you need to do better,” Jax hissed without letting her finish.

“Do better?” Gemma repeated in a slightly sad voice.

“Ma,” Jax started and let his arms fall down, “you forget things all the time.”

Gemma looked sadder and sadder with tears in her eyes, “I know,” she sighed, “what’s going to happen if I forget you one day?”

There was a long pause before Gemma turned around on her heels and stormed out of the room. She walked past me like she didn’t even notice me there.

Jax followed her and I was right behind him.

“What are you talking about?” Jax shouted a little louder as they reached the garage, where everyone else was working.

Gemma turned around and they were facing each other again. “Haven’t you noticed? I am showing signs of dementia or Alzheimer's. I can’t remember shit anymore. What if one day I can’t remember you?” Gemma raised her voice.

Everyone was just staring at them with their mouths wide open. No one knew that Gemma had been dealing with that stuff.

I looked at Jax, and saw how the blood had drained from his face and his skin was white as a ghost.

“Why haven’t you told me before?” Jax whispered and struggled to even get the words out.

“Because there’s no real diagnosis yet.”

“Ma’,” Jax said and put his hands on each of her arms before pulling her close to him. I could see the tears in his eyes and I struggled to hold back my own.

Jax wiped his face as he pulled back. His eyes turned blank before he just turned around and left. He wasn’t in a rush, but no one tried to stop him. We heard him getting on his bike and the engine starting before he drove away.

“I’ll take you home,” Tig put his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, “let’s go to Burger and Sweets first. Give Jax some time to cool off.”

I bought Tig an ice cream and a milkshake for Jax and me. When Tig dropped me off at home, Jax’s motorcycle was already there.

I rolled in the garage where Jax was just messing with his other bike.

“I’m home if you need me,” I said carefully.

Jax didn’t look up, he just nodded.

I decided to go on with my business as usual and do some housework.

A while later Gemma stopped by. She came in with a pan of brownies as a peace offering.

We sat down at the kitchen table and were talking, when Jax walked in.

“I brought you and my babies some brownies. I thought Mary and Thomas might like them,” Gemma looked at Jax with begging eyes.

Jax ignored her comment, “so have you and Nero come up with a plan?”

“No, we’re just going to let me go about my life and see what happens.”

Jax just nodded again.

“You know, what happened today was just old age. There really isn’t much to worry about,” Gemma smiled and shrugged.

“Are you kidding, ma’?” Jax said and slammed both his hands down on the table, “please for the love of God, tell me you’re joking?”

Gemma looked surprised at Jax’s strong reaction and I just watched them both in shock.

“Old age or a horrible disease, which one is it ma’? It runs in this fucking family, you know that,” he yelled so loud that it made me want to cover my ears.

“Calm down, Jackson,” Gemma got up from her chair.

“Hell, I can handle old age and forgetfulness,” Jax threw his hands in the air, “but Alzheimer's? The same thing your own old man died from?” He scoffed, “that’s it something to fucking worry about.”

Gemma walked over to Jax and gently placed her hand on her shoulder. You could see how Jax’s pulse was going 60 miles pr. hour, and I thought she was brave for even touching him. “I’ll never forget you or my grandbabies. No matter what happens,” she smiled with tears in her eyes.

“Get out of my house, now,” Jax growled but in a low voice.

Gemma didn’t say anything, she just removed her hand and walked out of the kitchen and out the front door.

Jax didn’t even acknowledge my presence. He just picked up the pan of brownies and threw them across the kitchen causing me to jump. He then left to go back into the garage, and I was sitting there trying to keep it together. I wanted to just break down and cry, but I knew it was my time to be strong for Jax, just like he had been for me so many times before.

I wiped my face of the few tears that had managed to escape before I went into the garage.

Jax had collapsed crying on the floor and was sitting with his face in his hands.

I eased out of my wheelchair without saying a word and sat down next to him on the floor. I put my arm around him and he fell down into my lap still sobbing. “What do you need?” I asked gently kissing the top of his head.

“I can’t lose my mother to this horrible disease,” he looked up. We looked at each other for a few seconds. I was searching for the right words to say, but nothing appropriate came to mind.

I could see Jax staring at my lips the whole time. Before I knew it he leaned in and kissed me hard and longing on the lips, like it was the only thing that could take the pain away at that very moment.

His hands started to wander all over my body. I let him do it and within a few seconds, I felt myself getting turned on and forgetting about everything. I kissed him back and let my hands move down his chest as he took his shirt off.

He started undressing me and soon he was laying on top of me and we were both naked. We were both moaning and enjoying ourselves, it was a very intense feeling that I had rarely felt before, but then again we had never had sex like this.

When we had both climaxed, Jax picked me up in a swift movement and carried me inside the bedroom, so I wouldn’t have to lie on the cold floor.

“It all makes sense now,” he said after a few minutes of silence, where we had just cuddled, “last few months she has been forgetful and it hasn’t just been from old age. You can see it in her face when she forgets everything and is just blank. That’s not forgetfulness,” Jax sighed. “I get the brownies and the making it up, and I get why she wouldn’t want to worry us or Mary and Thomas, but not being real about it and trying to explain it away… I can’t accept it, we have seen how bad this disease can be to people. What if the day comes, when she can’t take care of Mary and Thomas? We need to know that sort of thing.”

“I thought of that too actually,” I sighed and kissed his bare chest, “I’ve noticed the signs for a while, but I didn’t want to say anything either because as she said, there’s no real diagnosis yet… All the pieces just clicked, when she said it at the club. I’ve also noticed how she often gets words mixed up. The other day she took the kids to Burgers and Sweets but kept saying McDonald’s,” I kissed Jax’s chest again as he started to cry. I held him closer to me.

“No matter what happens, my love, we will get through it together like we do with everything else. I promise,” I whispered in his ear.

A few days later the kids were at Gemma’s for their weekend visit. Jax was outside on the back porch smoking a little and I had made one of his favorite roasts with carrots. I rolled outside to join him with a glass of tea.

He smiled as he saw me and handed me the joint.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Jax said and paused, “if ma’ ever ends up like her dad, which is worst-case scenario, I hope she can remember me. When her dad has Alzheimer’s at his worst, he could still remember Gemma, but he just saw her as a little kid again. Not grown with a husband and her own baby at home.”

I handed him the joint again and he took another puff. “That’s what I want to happen to us… I know myself well enough to know I’ll handle that better, than my mom looking at me and not knowing who in the world I am.”

#jax x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x disabled reader

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primevein · 7 months

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The Prime of His Youth: Book IV: Fire's Master: Ch15: Shore Leave

Japheth lead the procession of motorcycles, with two Cheyenne helicopters flying behind and beside them. The helicopters turned sideways towards Japheth and the other Rust Maidens, without slowing down. "These helicopters..." Skyburst voiced.

"Are wicked." Stormclash attack.

"Incredibly fun." Skyburst added.

"We need to thank him." Stormclash continued.

"You're welcome." Japheth stated, and a pregnant silence followed.

"You girls do remember he's in our private comm. channel, right?" Pyra Magna asked.

"Oh, scrap." Stormclash stated.

"Right." Skyburst replied.

"Hi, girls." Japheth stated.

"Hi, master." the two said at once, and another pregnant silence followed.

"I'll get used to that, eventually." Japheth stated.

"We can comfort you." Skyburst stated.

"In the meantime." Stormclash added.

"I'm sure you girls can wait until we get to the garage." Pyra Magna stated.

"Will we all fit?" Rust Dust asked.

"In Dollform?" Japheth asked, "It will be a bit crowded."

"Or we can call it intimate." Jumpstream salaciously added.

* * *

Airachnid flew through the skies with a profound sense of false freedom. Far behind her was a Battle Sister as a hoverjet, and the distance only increased the sense of both freedom, and how false it was.

But still, it was freedom. Far more freedom than she was expecting. She was flying, freely through the skies. Her escort only cared if she landed, and then, only what she would do if she did. She could not and would not deny what her plans were, what she would like to do if she had true freedom.

But, the alternative was what? Scrap? Being left on a moon with nothing but Terrorcons? Floating in space until her lights dimmed? Sure, he spider limbs had been removed, but her wings had regrown, and she was allowed to fly again. This was far more than she was hoping for. She never thought the Prime would be foolish enough to let her fly, but here she was, even if flying with an escort. He was foolish, he was weak, but he was giving her far more kindness than she deserved. She knew that if the roles were reversed, she would not be so kind. Far from it. Far, far from it.

She thought for a moment over what he said, on the real fear and recognition on his face. Sure, her reputation preceeded her, but this wasn't a general fear. This was personal, visceral recognition. Maybe she had known him before he was a Prime. She delighted in the thought that she might have killed someone close to him.

* * *

Moose Runner drove along with Aaron Bleur in his driver's seat. Beside him sat Eric Rogers. Behind them in the back seat was Gregory Mortimer and Jim-Bob Roy. "You know?" Moose Runner asked, as he climbed the rocky slope, "I thought you were scientists? Wouldn't you rather?.."

"You don't become an astronaut because you want a quiet lab job." Aaron Bleur stated.

"We honestly didn't know we could breathe outside of our suits when we signed up." Jim-Bob Roy added.

"This might be the last time we can go rock crawling on Terra." Gregory Mortimer said to the truck.

"It's not a problem, is it?" Jim-Bob Roy asked.

"It's honestly a nice break." Moose Runner stated, "I don't mind the hauling, but it is nice to just getaway.

"Exactly." Aaron Bleur said to him.

"Thank God for air conditioning." Eric Rogers uttered.

* * *

A Dollform Sif walked onto the tradeshow floor. "Well, aren't the most interesting thing, here?" a man said to her as he walked up. She knelt down, holding out her hand.

"Sif." she said.

The man held his hand out and the two shook, "Jonathan Wright." She gave him a bright smile at that. "Oh?"

"My friend has the same last name." she said brightly.

"Now, that sounds even more interesting." Jonathan Wright stated, "But we're here at a seed convention. A little surprised to see you here, but how can I help you?"

"We could talk after?" Sif asked, and gently pushed back her hair.

* * *

Smokescreen drove to the top of a relief, stopped, and opened his passenger door. Sierra climbed out and he transformed. He kneeled down next to her. She turned around, looking at him uncertainly. "I've always enjoyed the view here. I really don't know how Humans do this, but," he said, and held his hand out to her, "I want you to be my sparkmate."

She lovingly looked into his eyes. She wanted to say lost there, but she should answer his question. "Traditionally, you would put a ring on my finger." He gave her an entreating look, "I would want something to mark me as yours..."

"It seems like everything is happening in Vegas." Smokescreen simply stated.

* * *

The Iron Will flew up towards the ship previously captured and given to the Humans. "Human ship, this is the Iron Will." Stormwight said over the comms.

"Iron Will, this is the U.S.S. Entreprise." the ship replied. "Go ahead."

"The Ion and Phthia will be spending a bit of time on Terra, and there was a few astronauts who wanted to come exploring with you." Stormwright stated.

"You are more than welcome to join us." the Entreprise replied.

* * *

Merrick Parry sat on the Ion's roof, with a Dollform Stormwright curled up beside him.

* * *

Japheth pulled off onto the turnoff, the land-based Rust Maidens behind him. The twins came in to transform for a landing into Dollform. Japheth transformed. Pyra Magna, Dust Up, Jumpstream, and Rust Dust all transformed into Dollform as well. Japheth set out a comm. signal to open the centre garage door.

"We finally get to see how the Prime lived before, you know?.." Dust Up asked, and Japheth stopped in his tracks. He then once again walked towards it, "We'll talk about it inside."

* * *

Japheth walked up to the wall to the kitchen/bedroom and turned, sat, and slumped agains the wall. He pointed to his left, "The stairs went up to my mother's suite."

"I know she's sweet, but what does that have to do with it?" Dust Up asked.

"I think he means where she sleeps." Jumpstream uttered.

"And her bathroom." Japheth stated, as the twins walked in, looking about. "Before we get the questions, we never really settled in."

Jumpstream walked up to the Cybertronian doors in the back, to Japheth's right. "Where does this go?"

"First, the kitchen, and then my suite." he said.

Jumpstream walked up to the door, and it didn't open. She looked at Japheth, "Dude? I mean, My Prime?"

"Let's make it simple?" Japheth asked, and everyone looked at him, "Why don't you just call me sir?"

"In private." Pyra Magna firmly stated.

"Works for me." he stated, and sent a signal to open the doors. Jumpstream stepped into the kitchen, looking about, as the other doors opened. She walked through, Dust Up behind her, until it opened up into the room with a bed large enough for two Femmes. "When we built it." he continued, "It was just me, Arcee, and Sirenia. It was - big enough - for the time. Around the corner are the showers."

"Showers?" Rust Dust eagerly asked.

He paused for a moment before looking at her, "I just realized we don't have showers on the Ion. At least ones for Cybertronians."

Rust Dust eagerly looked up the stairs to June's suite, "You know, I could probably fit?.." she asked, and quickly turned to look at him.

"You can fit, but step lightly. If the stairs have trouble, stop, and come back." he said.

Rust Dust eagerly stepped up, and paused, slowly taking the first step, and then the other. Meanwhile, the twins were kneeling down, looking at his mother's car.

"That was mom's." he stated. "It was the car that carried us around for years."

"You keep it for the memory?" Pyra Magna asked, stepping over to look at it.

"Honestly?" Japheth asked, "Time is completely different when you are a Cybertronian." he stated, "I understand why Arcee was so worried, and clingy." The three Femmes quickly turned to look at him. "As she said it, every moment with me was a treasure will carry for the rest of her life." The Femmes seemed distraught at this.

"That's." Skyburst said to him.

"Beautiful." Stormclash added.

"Honestly, I never minded. Spending our lives together." Japheth uttered. He then stood up, "Why don't we have a little fun in the bedroom, and then I can show you how fun the showers are."

* * *

The Dollform twins finished up their shower, brushing the water away from themselves.

"This is." Skyburst stated.

"Absolutely wonderful." Stormclash added.

"Why don't we have this on the Ion?" Dust Up asked.

Japheth stood in the doors to the garden and shrugged his shoulders, "Water reclaimation. Humans need a shower, and use a lot less water when doing so."

"Did you bring it to Caminus?" Rust Dust eagerly asked, and he gave her a questioning look, "Why not?"

He looked distant for a moment, before turning to look down at her, "I honestly didn't think of it. My house has a couple showers for Cybertronians. Would the rest of the?.."

"Yes!" the twins exclaimed.

Pyra Magna looked passed him, "So, what do you have out there?"

"Oh?" Japheth dismissively replied, "Nothing too interesting. In theory, a garden."

"In theory?" Rust Dust asked, quickly walking passed him. "Define garden?" she asked.

Japheth sighed and turned around, "When we renovated the house, we... I... added a water catch. It would take a year to fill up, but once full, we could use it to water a garden."

"What happened?" Dust Up asked, as she walked passed. Jumpstream was right behind her, followed by Pyra Magna and the twins.

"You know?" Pyra Magna asked, and gave him a nervous look.

"Hm?" Japheth replied.

"Oh, it's just, I'm sure there's a number of Femmes on Caminus that would love to take care of this for you."

"That's..." Japheth said, and paused for thought, "Not a bad idea. Other then we have to be here to re-key it for them."

"You don't have anyone else on Terra that can do that for you?" Dust Up asked.

"Actually?.." Japheth asked, "There is."

* * *

Notes: The U.S.S. Entreprise (Star Trek / Constitution Class), was named after the U.S.S. Entreprised (US Aircraft Carrier). This was considered the very hallmark of modernity at the time, and was, by far, the most advanced ship on Earth. Because of this, the first space shuttle was named Enterprise. The second was named Columbia. In Star Trek: Entreprise, the second Warp 5 / NX-Class ship was called the Colombia.

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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Little Black Dress

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has had a lot of trigger words throughout his life, but he never thought he would find a new one- until you uttered it.

Word count: 2,938

Warnings: mean girls, language, body insecurities angst, fluff, many alludes to sex, Bucky being a romantic.

A/N: this is for Kas' writing challenge @wkemeup congrats on 10k followers! You are incredible and deserve all the love! My prompt was: A is feeling insecure about how they look. When B asks what's wrong, A attempts to explain but B is genuinely confused because they can't imagine a world in which A is anything but perfect.

A/N2: did I insert Taylor lyrics in between? Maybe… But You Are In Love and Fearless are superior. Also, shit got deep and real here. This is not beta read, sorry!😅

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

Masterlist

It all started with a stumble, but then again- doesn't it always?

You were walking down the sunny street, book in hand, with the wind surrounding you as you went forward.

On your right, the door to a bar opened with a thud and you looked up to see two men walking out an elderly man who has been clearly drinking all morning. You heard him when you passed by the bar, turning your head to him.

"Excelsior!" his words were slurred but the sight still made you laugh. You however didn't get the chance to laugh when you stumbled forward, hand shooting forward to block your fall to the ground. Those hands ended up being set on a chest. A very firm chest. You looked up to the man who caught you from falling and were met with beautiful blue eyes.

"Are you okay? He asked and straightened you up, both of his hands on your waist.

You managed to tear your eyes away from him, you quickly nodded.

"Yes, thank you." You smiled shyly at him, blushing when you realized your hands were still on his chest. You quickly moved them away just as he moved his gloved hands away from you.

He bent down to pick up the book that fell out of your hands.

"The Hobbit? Good choice." He winked at you when he handed it back to you.

"Thanks, I've heard great things about it, so I finally decided to buy it and read it." You looked at the book, frowning when you remembered you didn't place a bookmarker in it. You chuckled lightly, looking at him before continuing, "It's great so far, but I didn't bookmark it so now I lost my page."

"You're on page 106," the man racked his hand through his hair and straightened up his red shirt.

"And how do you know that?" feeling amused, you opened the book to the page he said only to find it to be the exact page you were in. You frowned, remembering you shut the book when you felt yourself falling.

"I just have very good eyesight," he once again ruffled his hair as he stuttered, "and memory… sorry if that made it weird." He scrunched his nose and you couldn't help but think of how cute he is.

"It's okay, it's not weird- pretty impressive actually." You held the book in your hands before smiling at him and taking a step back. "Well, I should go… thank you again."

You put a hand on his arm before moving past him and continuing your walk down the street.

Bucky stood in place for a moment after you left, chuckling to himself he walked forward with you still in his thoughts. After all that he has been through, being an assassin and a spy taught him to be calculated, think things through and be confident in his actions.

But he didn't know you, so why did he feel the need to turn around and go to you?

It made no sense, and yet he did just that.

He turned around and ran until he caught up to you and stood in front of you. With surprised eyes and a questioning brow, you looked at him, awaiting for what he has to say.

"Hi," he extended a hand to you with a charming smile that had you melting. "I'm Bucky."

And that's what started it all.

•

It was a few months later that you walked with Bucky back to your apartment after another wonderful date night. He had told you who he is early on and he swore that he fell for you faster after you reacted well to it and reassured him that you still want this- whatever this is. The two of you decided to take things slow, Bucky liked courting you properly and you didn't mind at all, it was obvious that your feelings for him grew and that you were quick to fall in love with him, and it was obvious that he returned the same feelings. Lately the tension felt heavier, the need was stronger, and with every lingering touch and every glance at your lips, you knew that tonight will be it. Your first kiss. Sure enough when Bucky stood at your doorstep you felt it coming, you saw it in his blue eyes, felt it in the air, and heard it in your heart. A million thoughts raced on your head in slow motion, fear clouded them when Bucky turned to look at you. What if he will regret this? What if this is a mistake and he will leave? What if you weren't good enough for him? You looked into his eyes as he pulled you in and it gave you the bravery to push all of those thoughts out and focus on the man in front of you, and so you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to meet him in the middle. It's the first kiss, it's flawless and you let it take over you, fearless.

Since then, when your relationship got official, things went ever upwards. You learned more about one another, you grew closer; you laughed, you cried; you fought, and you talked; you said I love you, and he always said it back.

•

"Definitely not that one!" you laughed when Bucky pulled a sparkling dress that was sure to blind someone out of the rack. His laugh was music to your ears, booming and made his eyes crinkle, he was gorgeous.

Bucky put the hideous thing back in place and continued walking with you, hand in hand, looking for a perfect dress for Tony's party.

You were looking around when you passed a mannequin wearing a gorgeous little black dress- one that you wish you could wear. You let your eyes linger on it as you passed by it, not looking at Bucky who noted your gaze on the dress, and yet despite that you did not stop to Bucky's surprise.

"Okay how about we divide and conquer? You go find yourself a suit, I will go try to find a decent dress."

"Sounds good, Doll, just don't get lost here." You laughed as he winked and went to the other side of the shop.

You went through the various clothing items when you came across the dress that you saw earlier, it was black, basic and yet so special; on the mannequin it looked perfect and yet you couldn't help but wonder if it would look good at your body, it was a lovely dress but what if you will ruin it by wearing it? It would be so pretty, just not on you.

You went on to try and find dresses that will fit you better.

Bucky was in the men's section where he picked out an outfit when a saleswoman walked up to him with a big smile on her face.

"Hello, would you like any help?" she asked him and he saw the way the woman looked over his body shamelessly. He was about to shake his head when he saw you still picking out dresses.

"Actually-"

"A handsome guy like you deserves the best suits, let me show you some that would flatter you," she put a hand on his bicep.

Across the room you saw the sight and your face fell, you knew Bucky wouldn't do anything but still seeing other girls flirt with him made your blood boil and insecurities rise. You never told Bucky about these feelings, what would be the point? You quickly decided to wrap it up and take the pretty purple dress you found, it's more in your comfort zone, it's probably better.

Bucky laughed nervously before backing away from the girl and looking at her.

"Actually, I was hoping you could save a certain dress for my girlfriend." He smiled when he saw her face fall a bit, stuttering, she only nodded.

Only a few minutes later he met you at the counter, eyeing the dress you picked before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. The girl in from earlier appeared, you saw the way she looked at you when Bucky put his hand around you, Bucky only smiled at you, his arm still around you as you exited the store.

Putting you on his motorcycle, you wrapped your arms around him as he drove you home, but the thoughts would not leave your head.

"Doll, I need to go on a couple of errands before the party, so I'll meet you in the tower before?" you took off your helmet and nodded at him.

"I'll see you there." With a kiss he was gone out of your sight.

•

You stepped into the avengers tower with a bag with your dress and essentials inside it a couple of hours later, going to rest a bit with Bucky before the event starts and you'll both have to get dressed.

You got inside the elevator, sighing as you leaned against the back of the elevator, and then mentally groaning when the elevator doors opened up yet again only one floor later.

"I think it is just rubbish, there is no way." One of the two girls who walked in said to the other.

"I'm telling you, that's what I heard!" the two girls were with their backs towards you, they probably didn't notice you were there at all as they continued to gossip. "Sergeant Barnes has a girlfriend now, I heard Dot talking and apparently she is totally not on his level."

"I bet he is with her because of pity, it will never last," The blonde snickered. "Do you think he will be at the party tonight? Maybe we could talk to him, who knows what might happen."

Her friend nodded and you felt your heart sink down, suddenly this elevator was too crowded for you.

"That bitch will probably run home crying by the end of it." You thanked the gods when the elevator opened at their floor.

Holding the tears back, you quickly pressed the close button so no one else will get into the elevator as you went to Bucky- you had to keep it together, for him. You know he loves you, he will make it all go away.

And when you reached his floor, his smile immediately made your eyes shine as you happily jumped into his embrace.

"What took you so long, Doll?"

•

"Are you sure we have to go?"

"Yes."

"But do we have to? You're a supersoldier, you can protect us!" you giggled when he poked your sides. The two of you were tangled up in bed sheets, too comfortable with each other's presence to move away, your bodies were pressed together with his arms securing you to him and you wished you could stay like this forever.

"I will protect you no matter what, doll, but I promised to come to that stupid party and I can't be there without you," he kissed down your neck slowly, knowing just how to get to you. "Plus, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh? Is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Mhm," he kissed up your neck again so he could look at you. "I would love to stay here like this and spend the night worshipping you, but I am really looking forward to this surprise- I promise that I'll worship you afterwards."

"I will hold you to that promise, Sergeant!" you laughed as he got up from the bed and went towards his closet. When he came back you saw that he carried a bag from the same store that you were in today. "What is this?"

"Go on, open it." Hesitantly, you opened the bag and you faltered when you saw what was inside, the little black dress you had your eyes on.

"How did you-"

"I saw you staring at it, so I got it for you." He sat down next to you again and pulled the material out of the bag. "I don't know why you didn't take it, but I would love to see you wear it, give me a show?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and despite your internal struggle you nodded at him as you went to change in the bathroom.

When you came back into the room, Bucky's eyes turned a shade darker, and all he wanted to do was take that dress off of you. You paid no mind to him as you walked over to the full length mirror, moving your hands across your body and assessing yourself as Bucky's gaze followed every move you made.

"Doll, you look-" you barely heard him though when you voiced your thoughts to the mirror.

"I am so ugly, this dress looked beautiful on the mannequin it's a shame I'm ruining it." You said as a matter of fact, "I think I will wear the dress that I picked, it's better."

Bucky's eyes snapped up from your ass to the back of your head as you continued looking at the reflection, taken aback by what you said so calmly.

Bucky has had a lot of trigger words throughout his life as the winter soldier, after getting rid of those he never thought he would find a new one until you uttered the word-

"Ugly." You shrugged, "I could give it to Natasha- she would love it."

"What did you just say?" Bucky rose up from the bed, and at the tone change of his voice you turned around to him.

He just couldn't wrap his head around it. You, his girl, the girl he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with; the girl who took his heart so quickly he wondered if maybe it was always yours; You, the girl who he is certain must be a goddess, the girl that is so beautiful he is certain he would be distracted in a battlefield by; the girl who smiles at him and takes his breath away; the girl who can shatter any bad day he has only by the smell of her perfume and her words; You, that girl, was right now standing in front of him calling herself things he could never associate with her.

"What do you mean, Bucky?" you got confused at the slight anger in his blue eyes, it wasn't at you, but you still saw it there.

"Don’t you dare call my girl ugly," he said it so strongly you were afraid you would upset him, you didn't mean for your insecurities to slip into his view- you didn't mean to say it in front of him.

"Bucky, but it's true. I know that you love me as I am, but I can't really ignore this, I mean- look at me." You pointed to the mirror behind you with a small nervous chuckle. "It's okay."

"Doll, it's not okay, what are you talking about? You're gorgeous!" you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling too exposed and it was not because of the dress.

"Bucky, I'm not- maybe you just don't see it, but I do. Love can make you blind." You didn't know exactly what to say to make this conversation go away, and from the determined look in Bucky's eyes you knew avoiding and escaping was not an option. You lowered your eyes down.

Bucky sighed, taking a moment to collect himself as he studied your body language before taking a step forward and bringing your chin up so you would look at him, caressing your cheek.

"I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean to attack you- I just can't have you talking like that about my best girl." He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, staying close so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Do you always feel this way?"

You only nodded the best you could with his hand holding your chin up.

"Why didn't you talk to me about this?"

"What's there to talk about? You didn't need to see this, this is just the situation, this is just how I see it, this is just a fact." You shrugged.

"Doll, this is not a fact, this is self hatred." Bucky shook his head, he could not imagine a world in which you are anything but perfect, "I know it's hard to accept yourself doll, but I need you to know that you are beautiful and absolutely breathtaking in this dress."

Bucky turned you around towards the mirror, wrapping his arms securely around you before letting his hands roam your body which he spent nights memorizing.

"Don't say that word again, doll give me the chance to show you what I see." With a shuddering breath you nodded at him as he continued to shower you with praise that made your cheeks warm.

"Does that mean we are not going to the party?" you chuckled as a small smile rose on your lips.

"Oh no, we are definitely going to the party," he whispered in your ear. "I am going to show you off to every single person there, point out every guy and girl that stare at you, longing and jealous, and then make sure they all know that you are mine, gorgeous." He sealed that with a soft kiss on your lips. When you tried to kiss him again he pulled away. "Hmm, I just had a great idea."

"What is it?" a mischievous smile grew on his face.

"I think we should angle the mirror towards the bed." If your cheeks weren't hot before, they were burning now.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met. No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal. But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy. A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him. You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend. It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances. But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket. “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed. “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky. He’s coming over, right? And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?” His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer. He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked. From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed. “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad. There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade. And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand. “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated. The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness. It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state. For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation. You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges. “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend. Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you? What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded. “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition. It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry. Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his. Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal. Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin. “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous. "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged. "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused? "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act. It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already. You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be. "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up. It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you. It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive. But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples. Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged. "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely. Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question. "Yeah, thought so. I can tell by that dumb look on your face. I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek. Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times…

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you. "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you. “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside. “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

#dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers smut

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fantasydaydreamers · 3 years

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Just started watching Haikyuu and kuroo is my god i swear. hes so tall and looks like hes a dirty mf. need me one of him in my life (aged up obv) 😭

"Gang Related" BadBoy!Kuroo x Reader

Word Count: 5,480

Warings: Blood/wounds, Smut

Author’s Note: This was so fun to write and come up with a scenario forrrr🥺(my mf weakNESS) I hope you enjoy~

Notorious.

That wasn't the only word you would use to describe him, but if you looked it up in the dictionary, his picture would be underneath it with a cocky smirk in agreement. He was top dog--the streets feared him and he liked to run shit like he owned everything. Kuroo Tetsuro was his name and in the wrong parts of town, if you so happen to even utter it, you were asking for a fight.

It was irritating.

It all started back in high school before he became a well-known gang leader. It was late one night after you had just spent hours studying for exams, finally retiring to your bed, when the reviving of engines outside your window started up. You were sure they were just passing by, but the constant noise had you tossing and turning in your bed for the past hour as you tried to fall asleep. How the police weren't called despite the clear noise complaint was beyond your comprehension, but you were getting close to your breaking point.

It became clear to you who was the source of the noise was, the longer you laid there staring at the ceiling and the idea of him made you scowl in distaste. As if he wasn't annoying enough at school by wandering the halls and picking fights almost every week, causing trouble this late at night just goes to show how bored he must be. The fact that he had nothing better to do besides tearing up the streets late at night with his little gang of groupies made you irritated. It was worse knowing that he only lived a few blocks away from you anyway.

A loud 'skrrt' was all it took for you to you whip your pillow against the wall as you hoisted yourself out of bed, storming over to your window. Unlatching the locks, you push the glass up and fumble with the screen, shoving it open. As convenient as it was to have your bedroom on the bottom floor, you never thought you would be doing this.

A cool breeze made goosebumps cover your arms as equally cool grass caressed your feet as you stomped around the side of your house and onto the street. You saw a few stray motorcycles pass by, and now that you were outside, you could hear the cheers and whistles that carried through the air. Quite honestly, you didn't give a fuck anymore. Waltzing into the middle of the street, you stare at another motorcycle speeding right at you, but you couldn't find it in you to move. Crossing your arms over your chest, you glare as the motorcycle took a second to slow down to a small hum as the rider came to a stop in front of you. You stared into the black helmet covering the guy's face as multiple motorcycles revved up behind you, trapping you in a circle.

Raising an eyebrow in question, you watch the rider finally take off his helmet, shaking out his messy black hair before running a gloved hand through it, spiking it back to its typical style. Golden irises stared at you lazily, a matching smirk on his face to go with it. His ear piercings and lip ring glinted from the headlights shining on him and you wanted to vomit.

"Kuroo," you seethed, ignoring the few whistles around you.

"Oh, heyyy princess...what are you doing out this late?" Kuroo hummed calmly, irritating you even further.

"Oh, you know, going for a stroll. I thought it was a perfect night to roam the streets completely unbothered." Shifting your stance, you pretend to answer his question thoughtfully with sarcasm oozing from your lips.

Kuroo gave a small 'tsk' and eyed you up and down slowly, a strange look on his face. "That's...weird."

A few snorts could be heard around the circle above the hum of the engines and you just wanted to scream. Before you could tell him off, the guy on the motorcycle next to him pulled off his helmet and you came face-to-face with Bokuto Kotaro. Of fucking course. Now, this makes sense.

Bokuto, at the time, was the most well-known gang leader around and was older than you and Kuroo. You believe he was in college, but you had no idea if he even attended the school anyway. It was just another question added to your list of curiosity as to why Kuroo would spend his last year in high school hanging out with the biggest gang in town. Not to mention you were just casually outside your house talking to them. Yep. No big deal.

You glanced back and forth to the matching golden irises that bore into you nonchalantly. Bokuto broke the staring contest when he quirked his eyebrow in amusement, turning to Kuroo. As he turned, you saw a glimpse of black ink that covered his neck and disappeared under his leather jacket.

"Well, well, you didn't tell me you had a missus."

"He doesn't." Before Kuroo could open his mouth, you answer for him while staring daggers into his shocked eyes. Bokuto turns back to you, his grin even wider as more whistles echo around you.

"Can you and your gang of groupies get off my street? Some of us actually have a life to wake up to tomorrow." You cross your arms over your chest, not having one ounce of fear in your body as howls of laughter rang out. All you could see was the disbelief on Kuroo's face as he remained speechless and unmoving. Bokuto was next to him, hunched over the motorcycle handlebars trying to catch his breath.

"Shit!" Taking a deep breath of air, Bokuto leans up, a few stray chuckles leaving him as he finally eyes you up and down almost approvingly. The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you could do nothing other than yawn, sleep calling your name.

"I think that's enough for tonight, hm?" Bokuto taps his knuckles of the top of Kuroo's head softly, gazing at him almost fondly. Interesting.

A flicker of anger flashed across Kuroo's face and just as he opened his mouth, Bokuto interrupted him again. "I wanted to go back and eat pizza with you guys anyway. Remember how I said I didn't want to stick to tradition? How boringgg."

Kuroo closed his mouth and looked away almost as if he was pouting. A genuine smile crossed Bokuto's face as he turned back to you in your half-sleep state. "Sorry, 'princess,' we'll let you get your beauty sleep now." Running a hand through his striped hair, he tosses you a wink and puts his helmet back on, revving his bike on purpose, turning towards Kuroo.

Kuroo shoots you one last curious gaze before putting his back on as well. You shoot them one last wary look, unsure if they were actually going to stop, before stepping out of the motorcycle ring. Walking back across your lawn, basically sleepwalking at this point, you faintly realize that the group of boys never drove off until you were out of sight.

~*~*~*~*

Little did you know that during the motorcycle incident, it was a way of saying goodbye to their beloved gang leader. Bokuto was stepping down from the position and handing it off to Kuroo as he was moving away for his college major which surprised you greatly. You were happy for him, but that was the beginning of Kuroo's legacy.

The days after the incident Kuroo became quiet at school which scared the teachers and staff--even the students started to feel uneasy. He would shoot you lingering glances in the hallways and you would always wave or throw him a random peace sign if you felt like it. Because...what the fuck? Graduation came fast and you remember sitting in your seat and clapping for Kuroo's name being called, only to find out he never showed up. That was the last time you ever thought you would hear of him again, but you were far from right.

Now in college, you hear of stories all the time of rising gang violence and a recent rival one that had just started growing. The streets weren't nearly as active as they are now when Bokuto was leader, but you didn't have time to ponder over it. Everyone in your city was warned to get home before it got dark out and to lock windows and doors for safety. It sounded like a real run-down place to be living in but the news made it sound worse than what it really was.

The next time you saw Kuroo again was on one of those nights where you should've been home already, but didn't take the news seriously. You had gone out to walk to the nearest grocery store, wanting to buy a late dinner, and as you were walking home, two guys approached you with sickening grins on their faces, trying to back you into a corner. Your heart was pounding in your ears as cold sweat started to form on your skin. Before they could get any closer, footsteps were echoing on the pavement as you and the two guys turned to the shadow approaching. Your heart lept in your throat and you frantically darted your eyes around looking for a way to escape before a deep yet familiar voice spoke out.

"There you are, princess."

The two men in front of you froze in place, their guarded expressions transforming into one of horror as they looked at each other and took off running in the opposite direction. You let out a breath of air and turned towards the man walking out from the shadows.

His hair didn't change much, but there were newly added piercings in his ear and two on one eyebrow. His eyes looked darker than you remember, the gold no longer warm and heated, but dull and cold. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he strode towards you, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, lazy and unbothered. When he finally came to a stop in front of you, you could see black ink covering the sides and back of his neck which reminded you of the glimpse you got from Bokuto that one time.

"Kuroo." You breathe his name in a sigh of relief. You were highly aware that he was equally s dangerous, but the fact that he was familiar sent a wave of reassurance that you were safe.

He looks at you up and down and shakes his head. "Still taking these 'strolls' unbothered? You haven't changed much."

"Huh?" Confused, you watch Kuroo shake his head again and motion his head to the side.

"C'mon. I'll walk you home."

You fall into step beside him, silent. What are you supposed to say to someone you haven't seen in years and is also running the biggest gang in the city? "Cold out, huh?" Nice one, (Y/n).

Feeling your face heat up with the lame question, you look over at Kuroo anyway and see his lip quirked up but he doesn't respond. Ooookayyy...

"What are you doing out this late?" You try again, adjusting the bag you were holding.

"Business."

You felt your irritation spike by the lack of communication you were receiving. Sure, you and Kuroo were never close, but you two still knew each other. "Asshole," you mumble, crossing your arms from the cool wind.

This time Kuroo snorted and reached up to take the cigarette out of his mouth. "Is that any way to thank the gentleman who just saved your cute ass?"

A few words in that sentence almost made you stumble, your mind trying to catch up to your ears. Gentleman? Cute? Pursing your lips you walk a little faster towards your house. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself."

Kuroo easily matched your stride and let out a chuckle, the sound making goosebumps appear on your arms. His voice was more mature and silky and as you spared him another glance out of the corner of your eye, you couldn't deny how attractive he was. "There's that feisty girl I remember."

"I'm surprised you remember me regardless." You state truthfully, slowing your strides back to normal.

"How could I forget sleeping beauty coming out on the middle of the road in the dead of night to tell a gang to get off her street~?" The cooing tone coming from Kuroo's voice had you flushing as you turned to look at him, seeing his eyes glinting slightly with that golden warmth that was missing before. Now that he mentioned it, since you confronted them that one time, nothing ever occurred on your street again.

"Damn right." Despite the beating of your heart, you answer him and flush more, hoping the streetlamps didn't give you away. The laugh that escaped Kuroo had you biting your lip, as he stretched his hands up in the sky.

"Shit...Bokuto was right."

That's what Kuroo had mumbled, but you didn't hear him as he immediately changed into a different topic, asking you about college and what you've been up to lately. The conversation seemed to end too quickly because the next thing you knew, you were outside your house exchanging contact info with the resident gang leader longing to talk some more.

~*~*~*~*

After that, Kuroo and you became close, which came as a shock. Obviously, you didn't meet up in person often, as he had a reputation and couldn't risk showing his face in broad daylight, but also because he was always busy. It was strange seeing just how far your relationship had developed. There were flirty remarks often passed around, mostly from Kuroo himself, but you would be stupid not to admit that you had developed some sort of feelings toward him.

It was another late night and you were just getting ready for bed when there was a knock at your window that made instant chills cover your entire body. Another knock came, followed by a thud. "What the fuck is that?!" Mostly talking to yourself, you hurry and shut off all the lights so you could open the blinds and see outside without a glare. Squinting into the dark, you see a figure slumped against your window on the ground. Your heart was beating widely in your chest, but upon hearing the blinds being pulled up, the figure looked up and you could barely make out that it was Kuroo.

"Son of a-" You whisper-yell to yourself, hurrying to unlatch the window, opening it to push the screen out. "Why do you enjoy scaring the shit out of me?!" Keeping your voice down, you scold Kuroo as he literally crawls through your window and onto your floor, grunting.

His movements clicked into your head fast as you hurry and got down next to him, trying to pull his jacket off. Pained groans fell from his lips as you tried to hush him, as to not disturb anyone in the house.

Your hand finally felt something warm and sticky and you gasped. "Kuroo!" A breathless gasp came from the body on your floor as he tried to sit up. Rushing back over to the lights, you flick them on and gasp.

"Hah...sorry to come by unannounced, but I don't think I could've made it back to base-" Just then Kuroo fell into a coughing fit, clutching his side as you noticed the stab wound the ripped through his shirt. Shushing him gently, you help Kuroo stand and sit him on your bed, propping him up against the wall.

"Don't move." Panicked, you quietly exit your room and make sure you didn't hear anyone still up. Grabbing a few towels and medical supplies, you quickly drop them off in your room before making your way to the kitchen and filling a bowl with warm water. It amazed you just how nimble you were grabbing everything you thought you needed without any noise.

Making your way back to your room, you lock your door and look to Kuroo, who was clenching his teeth while glaring at the ceiling in pain.

"How?" Placing the bowl off to the side, you set up your supplies and motion towards his shirt. "Off."

Kuroo tried for a smirk, but all you saw was a wince. "Princess, I just got here~"

"Now. Isn't. The. Time." Seething, Kuroo didn't comment as you helped him with the shirt, the fabric sticking to his skin from the blood and sweat covering him. You laid out a towel next to him to catch anything before it ruined your bedsheets. The gash was pretty big, but you couldn't tell how deep it was from the amount of blood covering it. Sighing, you dip another towel into the bowl of water and began dabbing away the blood, trying to avoid the deepest part. Kuroo grunts and you shoot him an apologetic look.

"Sorry...it's going to hurt worse when I put the antiseptic on later. So, what happened, boss man?" The pet name had Kuroo smiling through the pain as you cleaned the wound as gently as you could.

"I was a few blocks south, finishing up some business with Akaashi-fuck-when the Miya twins stepped out from the shadows and jumped me. It was a setup and to think that Akaashi knew--at this rate, we might have to join together with Oikawa's small gang so we can figure out what's happening." Kuroo took a deep breath and you can see the conflict and anger on his face, his hand clutching your bedsheets angrily. Silently, you hand him one of your pillows before he continued.

"And me! A fuckin dumbass for not having a backup. I told the guys it was an easy deal and to not worry but I," Kuroo's voice cracks, "-I never would've thought that Akaashi....fuck."

Your heart shattered hearing the raw emotion coming from him. Kuroo was never one to be vulnerable so hearing him break down like this in front of you, you knew it was serious. "Akaashi and Bokuto were close, right?" You ask softly, finally finishing the cleaning.

"Yeah," he replied softly, "They knew each other's boundaries and respected them, but this...this is low." Kuroo squeezed your pillow to his face and you rubbed his arm soothingly. If there was one thing you learned about gangs from befriending Kuroo is that you never-NEVER-break trust, loyalty, or a promise. It was detrimental if one, or all three, were broken. Kuroo always stays true to his word when it comes to you and you always returned the favor. Knowing that there was a history behind this shocking betrayal made it clear that something bigger was approaching.

He was shaking and you knew it was because of the anger, hurt, and pain he was feeling all at once. Thinking quietly, you reach for the antiseptic and antibiotic ointment. "Okay, this is going to sting a lot so...hide your face in the pillow if it gets to be too much."

Kuroo chuckled weakly but clutched the pillow tighter. "Princess, I was just stabbed and escaped a gang who tried to off me."

"Yeah, but you were high on adrenaline so you didn't feel it as much." You retort, shooting him another warning before folding up another towel a few times, holding it under the cut as you poured the antiseptic over the wound. A loud hiss came from the wound as Kuroo more or less screamed into the pillow. It was painful to hear and watch, knowing he was already in emotional pain and this was only making it worse. Leaning down, you blow on the wound, trying to ease the pain as Kuroo tensed and squirmed on your bed, trying to stay still.

Placing the towel down with one hand, you begin fanning it, doing everything you could to help ease his suffering. "Okay, okay that's done." You hurry and wipe any access drops and fan it some more as you reach for the next thing. "Now I'm just going to rub the antibiotic ointment on which doesn't hurt. The stinging will go away, I promise."

Kuroo doesn't say anything but slows his breathing and pulls his face away from the pillow with agony and exhaustion written all over his face. You rub the edges of the wound with the ointment and reach for the gauze tape and pads. Smothering some ointment on the pad, you place it over the wound, sighing in relief. "Can you hold that there for a second, please?"

Kuroo obeys as you unroll the gauze tape, having him let go as you wrap it around his torso a few times, making sure it's secure. When you were satisfied, you pulled away with a deep breath and looked up to Kuroo who was staring at you with an unreadable expression. "Is it too tight?" You ask, looking back down to make sure the end wouldn't come undone by itself.

Kuroo shakes his head and grins. "I always thought about having my own nurse, but I never expected to actually be in pain while being 'treated.'"

Rolling your eyes, you take the last clean smaller towel you saved and dipped it now into the luke-warm water, and wiped off Kuroo's face. The evidence of a fight was obvious as Kuroo closed his eyes and let you clean him off. "You should see the other guys," Kuroo mumbled again making you snort.

"I bet," you softly reply, pulling away to see just how heavy his eyes were. "Here, move down slowly and lay on your back. Try not to move on your side tonight."

Moving off the edge of your bed, Kuroo slowly slides down your bed and hums softly. "Oh? We're having a sleepover, princess?" You laugh and start picking up your supplies, opting to throw in a load of laundry now since there's no way you could get away with bloody towels at any other time. "Comfy..." Kuroo mumbles again before slow breathing filled your room as he fell asleep.

Rolling your eyes, you look towards his feet and begin taking off his boots, placing them outside your window as you fixed the screen and closed it shut. By the time you finished cleaning, it was almost five in the morning as you laid next to Kuroo, who was still asleep on his back. He didn't move at all and you finally had time to look at him. It was embarrassing to think about having a shirtless guy in your bed next to you while looking like...that.

He was attractive. Toned muscles were all you could see as more peaks of black ink caressed his sides from the tattoo on his back. Your eyes ran again over his chest and noticed both nipples pierced and stifled a gasp before turning away from him. Reaching for your blankets, you cover yourself and Kuroo, trying to avoid looking at his chest, as you fell into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~*

The feeling of being watched woke you from your slumber as you came face to face with Kuroo's sly gaze. Just barely opening your eyes, you go to stretch and realize Kuroo's arm was wrapped around you. Memories from last night came flooding back, making you sit up quickly, the room spinning as you tried to focus on him. "Your side!"

"It's my other side." Kuroo mused, pulling you back down on the bed.

"What time is it?" You ask, still dizzy from abruptly sitting up.

"Dunno."

Annoyed and still tired, you look up to those golden irises who were staring at you with a fondness that made your heart flutter. You blink slowly and glance at the window seeing bright golden hues coloring the sky. The sun must've just risen so it's probably only been a few hours since you fell asleep.

"How long have you been up?"

"Dunno."

"Are you in pain? Do you want me to go get you some medicine? Rewrap your gauze?"

"(Y/n)."

"Are you okay? Did you sleep okay at least?"

"(Y/n)."

"Oh my God, did I snore and wake you up or something?"

"(Y/n)!"

Kuroo's laughter cuts you off from thinking a mile a minute and butterflies erupted in your stomach seeing the happy expression on his face. Compared to last night, you never want him to experience that kind of betrayal and hurt again. He looked almost angelic being basked in the beautiful golden rays, his eyes glowing brighter than you've ever seen.

"God, I love you."

The words left his mouth in a sincere whisper, his gaze like honey as he stared straight into your soul, the confession making blood rush to your ears. It was as if your breath had been stolen, hyper-aware of Kuroo's hand beginning to trace random patterns on your back.

"I-" It was surreal having these pent-up emotions you've suppressed come tumbling out of your mouth in an instant. "I love you too."

The biggest smile that graced Kuroo's face was another phenomenon that stole your breath away, his lips leaning down to brush against yours. They were teasing brushes, Kuroo seeming almost cautious with himself which made your cheeks flame.

"Why are you embarrassed? I should be the one-" Kuroo chuckles, pulling back, his own face lightly dusted in pink. "Cute." He cuts himself off once he saw your expression, completely enamored by it.

Heat radiated off your face as Kuroo pressed you closer against his bare chest, the hand on your back trailing over your side and up to tilt your chin towards him. He thumbed the skin under your bottom lip, his eyes focused on the soft flesh, a low hum leaving his throat.

Dazed, the feeling of his thumb pulling your lip down had you squirming slightly. He leans down again, this time pecking your lips softly with his thumb still holding your chin in place. The press of his lips against yours had a low fire start building in your stomach, a soft sigh leaving you.

"How can I repay my princess for takin' such good care of me?" Kuroo murmured, against your ear, his hand moving back towards your hips, finding exposed skin from your pajamas. 'My princess' rang in your head repeatedly, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're hurt." You pant out, feeling Kuroo's lips trail down to your neck, a moan leaving your throat. The noise you let out only made Kuroo shudder, his hand sliding to the back of your thigh, lifting it onto his waist.

"Mmm...I can still make you feel good now." Kuroo's fingers trace your ass, inching towards the inner part of your legs, brushing against your clothed lips. "And I promise to make you feel even better when I recover."

The 'I promise,' had you shuddering knowing he wouldn't go back on his word. You felt amazing right now, with the teasing touches he was giving you over your clothed slit. The position he put you in made you more spread open and exposed to his touch. "K-Kuroo..."

Just then, his finger brushed a soft circle over your clit and you mewled into his chest.

"So sensitive..." Kuroo purred, his finger repeating the motion before running back to your thigh, squeezing it gently. Noticing he stopped, you tilt your head up and try to glare at him, only to see his amused yet lustful expression. "What's wrong, princess?"

"Why'd you stop?" You ask, pussy fluttering with arousal.

Kuroo hums and adjusts himself so he was leaning over you on his elbow. "Look at me. If you want my fingers that bad, you need to look at me as I finger that pretty little pussy of yours. Look away, and I'll stop."

The silky dominating voice coming from him made you gulp and you nod, face permanently red from the situation. Kuroo smirked and you felt his fingers start inching back over your slit, his golden irises holding your gaze. "That's it...good girl."

The praise sent another rush of arousal through you, a whimper falling from your lips causing Kuroo's smirk to widen. "Yeah? You like being told you're a good girl? My princess has always been such a good girl~"

"Please, Kuroo." You beg, his finger teasing the sides of your underwear, his own groan falling from his lips. Feeling his finger slip under, you roll your hips on him, trying to keep your eyes open as his finger brushed against your clit. "F-fuck," you reach a hand up to grip his toned bicep moaning softly. Kuroo trails his finger up and down your slit, dipping down to collect your slick, letting out a small curse as well.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet for me princess...you want it?" Kuroo holds your gaze, daring you to look away again as you bite your lip, trembling.

"Please...boss."

Kuroo's eyes widened in shock before cursing again, his finger pushing into you. "Fuck...fuck...call me that again, (Y/n)."

You feel his finger curl upwards, stroking your textured walls drawing broken moans from your throat, your hips rocking with his thrust. "Boss...feels so good." You pant out again, drunkenly staring into Kuroo's pink-tinted face, his pupils blown wide with lust. A second finger slides in with the first and you cry out, gripping his bicep harder. Letting out a growl, Kuroo leans down and pressed his lips against your ear talking you through your euphoria.

"So tight and hot around me, princess. Next time, I'm going to make sure you scream my name as I bury myself deep in this lewd pussy. Want that? It's too bad you have to keep quiet now...you wouldn't want your family to know you have a boy in your room...much less me."

Biting your lip, you try to limit the cries of pleasure spilling from your mouth, Kuroo's fingers hitting a sweet spot in you that that you choking out air. His fingers sped up, curling and stroking that one spot that had you withering in place. "Ohhh~ how's it feel? Gonna cum soon?"

He suddenly withdraws his fingers and brings them up to his lips, sucking on them and moaning hotly before reaching back down, entering you. "Tastes good..." Kuroo breathes out, grinning at your shocked expression. It was hot, watching him lick his lips as he leans down to bite your neck.

Your thigh starts to shake from your incoming orgasm, Kuroo keeping a steady pace, his heavy breathing matching your own. "Cum for me, (Y/n)." As soon as those words left his mouth, your back arched, a loud moan ripping from your throat before Kuroo covered your lips with his, swallowing your noises. He worked you through your release, his tongue mingling with yours as he growled softly. When you finally calmed down, he removed his fingers and you watched as he brought them up to his mouth, sliding them in and sucking off your juices.

You could only watch through blurry eyes as Kuroo hummed around his fingers, pulling them away with a pop. "Fuck princess you taste so good. I'm really going to have to ravage you next time." His husky voice made you realize how hard he must be from what just happened and you pulled back to look down at him.

"You-" About to ask if he wanted you to return the favor, a loud ringing came from his jacket that was thrown over your chair. Turning to look at him he nods and you get out of bed, on wobbly legs which had Kuroo smirking again, as you tried to find his phone. Reading the caller ID, you walk back over to the bed and sit, handing him the phone. "It's Tanaka."

Kuroo lowers himself onto his back and brings the phone up to his ear sighing. "Yo."

You couldn't make out what Tanaka was saying, a lot of shouting going, on but Kuroo's expression remained neutral. "I got caught up last night." He answered and paused again, listening to Tanaka shout some more. You took this time to examine his gauze, hoping your activities from earlier didn't ruin anything.

Everything seemed to be okay and you glanced back up at Kuroo who was smiling at you softly. "Yeah, I'll be there in a few." Without waiting for a response, Kuroo hung up and tossed his phone down sighing. "I have to go."

He starts to get up and you help him, feeling bad for not being able to return the favor. "But-"

"Next time." Kuroo turns towards you and cups your face, kissing you while sighing contently. "Thank you for everything, (Y/n). You're the realest one I have and I'm not letting you go. Ever." Kissing your head one last time, he grabs his jacket and walks towards your window, opening it up.

"I love you, be safe." You murmur, running your finger over his gauze again.

Kuroo smirks.

"I promise."

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Seasons of Med: Season 2 and Seasons of PD: Season 4: Necessities, Love, & Care (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 15

Jay's age: 29

Will's age: 31

You were currently sitting at the library, trying to figure out how you'd get food for dinner. It was January and you had run out of your Christmas money two weeks ago and you had burned through your money from helping with kettle corn at the beginning of December. Right now you were SOL: Shit outta luck.

Your mind wandered back to the last day you had helped working the kettle corn stand when it was a dreary late October day.

"We have kettle corn, caramel corn, cheddar, Chicago style, and a few other flavors," you explained to a customer. She picked up a medium bag of caramel corn. "That one?"

"Yes, dear. Me and my husband love this stuff," the old lady said.

"I'm sure. It's really good! It'll be six dollars." She pulled out a five and two ones. "I'll be right back with your change."

"Oh, no, keep the change, dear. Thank you for the popcorn."

"You're welcome. Have a nice day."

"Y/N," Emma said to you. "Can you grab me a lemonade from the cooler?"

"Just one?"

"Yup, just one."

You grabbed it from the cooler and were about to pass it to her when you saw who her customers were: Jay and Erin.

"Y/N?" Jay asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Working," you answered quickly. "Little bit of extra money never hurt anybody. The real question is, what are you doing here? I know Erin hates being outside when the weather is crappy."

"It's because he's annoying when he whines and begs to do something, so I figured it was just best to give in," Erin answered.

Jay rolled his eyes. "God, I can't win with either of you. Why do you always gang up on me?"

"Because, Halstead, us girls gotta stick together," Erin laughed.

"Okay, okay, fine. Y/N, what popcorn should I get?"

"First of all, it's kettle corn," you corrected. "And, I suggest the cheddar. Or, if you want a combination of both salty and sweet, then get the Chicago style. It's cheddar and caramel."

"Me and Erin like sweet, but I know you. You like cheddar. And you'll pick out the cheddar pieces when you're at my apartment, so I'll get the Chicago style."

"Or," Erin started as she picked up a large bag of caramel and a large bag of cheddar, "We could get this big bag of caramel, and then you could have this bag at your apartment for Y/N. That way the flavors aren't touching."

"Erin Lindsay and not liking her food touching. Fine, we'll take what Erin suggested and one lemonade."

"One or two straw holes?" Emma asked, picking up the lid-punching tool.

"One's fine," Jay answered.

"They swap enough spit as it is," you whispered to Emma, causing her to laugh.

"What'd she say?" Jay asked.

"I can't tell you. It's a secret."

He huffed. "Fine. Keeping secrets from your big brother? That's cold Y/N, that's cold."

"So you're saying you never kept secrets from Will?" Erin asked.

"I have the right to remain silent."

"Exactly," Erin said. "How much does he owe you?"

"Excuse me? I didn't know I'd be the one paying for all of this."

"You were the one who dragged me outside, so yes, you are paying, Halstead. Now, get your card ready."

Jay rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet. "How much?"

You did the math in your head. "$23."

"Emma, can you check her math?" Jay asked and you rolled your eyes in his lack of faith in you.

"$10 for the cheddar and $8 for the caramel makes $18...plus $5 for the lemonade...yup $23."

You handed him the card reader. "And now it's just going to ask you a few questions," you told him after his card went through.

Without allowing him to read it all the way through, Erin hit the tip and no receipt buttons. "Hey!" Jay exclaimed.

"Don't blame me! You were the one who wanted me to come out here!" She turned to you and took the bag of kettle corn as Jay picked up the 32 oz lemonade. "Thanks, Y/N!"

"No problem! Just make sure he doesn't buy any more paintings of motorcycles!"

Man, how you wished you could work that job right now because it was only for a few hours on the weekends. But, it was winter now, so there were no street fairs, farmers markets, or festivals going on. Because of this, your money had run out. You'd have to do what you'd have to get yourself some food, even if it would leave you with a guilty conscience.

With that in mind, you got up and left the library.

***

"Pop's been complaining of chest pain and refuses to go to the hospital," Jay told his older brother as he walked through the front door and into the living room.

"Of course he did," Will grumbled. Then, he turned to his father. "This won't take long. Unless it's bad. Then you'll have to come with me and actually go to the hospital this time."

"You can't force me to do anything," he argued as he watched his oldest son open up his medical bag.

"Just let him do his job. He knows what he's doing," Jay agreed with Will. Then, he remembered something. "Where's Y/N?"

"At school."

"At school? At 5 pm?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes she stays after school and does homework. She's always home before it gets too late so I don't ask."

It's not like Jay and Will could have known this, though. Yes, you would talk and they're obviously there for you because they're your brothers, but your dad's parenting skills--or lack thereof--hadn't ever come up. You'd get together with your brothers once a week, but it was usually at one of your brothers' places. They rarely came inside your and your dad's place.

"All units, we have reports of a robbery at 3020 East Main Street. Assistance requested," Jay's radio stated.

Jay looked to Will, silently asking if it was okay for him to take it. "I've got it from here."

"Thanks, man," Jay said, clapping Will on the back and leaving the house.

He drove to the small corner market that had made the call. It was only a block away from where you and your dad lived, but despite it usually being somewhat slow, today it was even slower. There was only one car parked in the lot, so Jay was confused as to who would even rob this place.

He put on his vest and walked into the store. "Got a call about a robbery," he said to the store manager as he entered.

"Yes, right over here."

He led Jay over to where a girl was sitting on a stool, tears rolling down her face. She held a box of pasta, a loaf of bread, and a small jar of peanut butter. Her coat was unzipped, revealing the tampons and pads she had stuffed inside her coat after she had ripped open the box.

"Y/N?" Jay asked in disbelief. "What are you doing? What were you even thinking?"

"I- I'm sorry," you sniffled.

Then he turned to the store manager. "You called the cops on a fifteen-year-old girl for grabbing what looks to me like necessities?"

"I've let her go the past two times when she needed things, but today she didn't have the money, so I couldn't let it slide."

Jay threw $30 in the man's hand. "There. Now it's all paid for." He turned to you and took the loaf of bread. "C'mon."

You followed him out of the store, waiting to be yelled at as you entered his truck, but it didn't come. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he handed you the bread. "Why? Why did you do this?"

"There- There's barely any food in the house. I was just hungry."

Jay looked you up and down. He hadn't been really looking for changes in weight like he told Natalie he would do six months ago. He kept it up for a few months and then winter came around and it was hard to tell because of bulky jackets and sweaters. But, now that he actually looked at your face and hands in an investigative manner, it was clear as day: You had lost even more weight.

"And the other stuff?" he asked.

"Dad won't buy them for me. Says that they're too expensive and to just use something else. He said that if he had had a son he wouldn't have to worry about it, like it's my fault. Usually, I take some from school, but I ran out and I needed them."

"And the food?" Jay asked as he started driving back to his childhood home.

"I get breakfast and lunch at school, but I have to eat dinner at home. And on weekends I just skip meals and eat breakfast and dinner."

"What? What about Dad?"

"He gets takeout or he goes to the bar and isn't home until late."

Jay sighed as he pulled into the driveway. "Go pack a bag, kid. You're staying at my place until further notice."

"Really? I thought you guys forgot about me?"

"We could never forget about you. It's just, work has been busy for both of us. So, sorry if these last few times we've all been together for dinner have seemed a little rushed. Now, go inside and grab your stuff while I have a chat with Will and Dad."

"Dad, Will," Jay said after you had run upstairs and they were sitting on the couch. "I need to talk to you. In the kitchen."

"Really, Jay. Why can't it be here?" your dad grumbled. "First he--" He pointed to Will. "Wants to take me to the hospital because he said I have a valve issue and now I can't even have a conversation with my sons while sitting down?"

"Just get up, dammit!"

The three entered the kitchen and sat down, but Jay stayed standing. "Jay, what's going on?" Will asked.

Instead of answering his older brother, Jay just opened the fridge. There was a half drank gallon of milk, a jar of grape jelly, and a can of pasta sauce, along with other condiments, and a lone egg sat on a shelf. "This? This is what you expect your daughter to eat? I caught her stealing from a store just so she could get food and tampons!"

"Well, I'm not gonna pay for it."

"Excuse you?" Will exclaimed, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What do you mean you're not paying for it? She's your daughter, isn't she? Then you have a legal responsibility to feed her, make sure she has shelter, clothes, and goes to school!"

"She can go get a job."

"She is fucking fifteen!" Jay yelled. "She doesn't need to be worrying about where her next meal is coming from! She's supposed to be worrying about getting a good grade on a math test or if that boy likes her or not, but not that!"

"She needs to learn to grow up someday. And she won't if you boys baby her like you always do whenever you see her."

"Baby her?" Will yelled, disgusted. "She's a kid. She needs to be babied sometimes. She needs fucking food and a nice home to come home to, not whatever the hell you think this is."

"It hasn't been a home since your mother died."

"Yeah, we gathered that," Jay scoffed. "But you don't have to take it out on her."

"Jay," your small voice said from the doorway into the kitchen. All three men looked over to you, your backpack on your back, a duffle bag slung over your shoulder, and your favorite blanket wadded up in your hands so that you could carry it without it dragging on the ground.

"Ready to go?" Jay asked, his voice immediately softening.

"Uh, yeah," you answered, unsure of how your dad would react.

"What do you mean ready to go?" Pat Halstead asked, standing up from where he had been previously sitting at the table. "She's not going anywhere!"

Will rushed over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder while Jay stalked over to be face to face with your dad. "She is coming with me until further notice. You're lucky I don't arrest your ass for child neglect!"

"You wouldn't do that to your own father!"

Jay pulled the cuffs out of his back pocket. "Oh yeah? Try me."

He sat back down and Jay turned to you. "Here, let me take that." You handed him your duffle bag and followed him and Will outside.

"Jay, I gotta go. I gotta get Dad to Med to get the valve fixed. And, I said one hour out of the hospital tops and it's been two."

Jay closed the truck door once you were safely inside with all your stuff. "Good luck trying to get Dad to go the hospital," he scoffed. "Get going. Don't give Goodwin another reason to fire your stupid ass."

"I'll call an ambulance if I have to." Then, Will smacked Jay upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You know what it was for. And, I'm your older brother, it's my job."

"I'm your older brother, it's my job," Jay mocked. "But, in all seriousness, do me a favor and make sure Y/N's all caught up on her immune- immune--"

"Immunizations?" Will laughed.

"Yeah, those."

"I'll do that. And if she's not, I'll give them to her tonight when I come over to your place after my shift is done...which will be in like two hours...depending on how much of a pain in the ass he is to get in the hospital."

Jay nodded, and then got in the truck, both of you making your way to his place.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," Jay said after you had put your stuff down by the couch. "You have homework?"

"Yeah," you looked down, not wanting to even try and struggle through your homework...or have Jay sign the slip that said that you failed your last test.

Jay smiled. "I'll help you with it when I'm out of the shower, okay, kid?"

"How'd you know--"

"That is the universal facial expression of I need help, but I don't know how to ask for it. I'll be ten minutes tops."

And so, you tried to struggle through your homework for ten minutes. But, you ended up working and reworking the stupid algebra problem. Why did math need letters anyway?

"Okay, I'm back," Jay said as he pulled a chair out to sit next to you. "What are you workin' on?"

"Can you sign this first?" you asked, sliding the yellow paper over to him along with the pen. You hoped he'd just sign it blind, but as you saw his eyes skimming the page, you knew that wouldn't happen.

"Did you try your best?" he asked as he slid the piece of paper back to you after signing it.

"What? Yeah, of course, I did."

"Okay, then we'll figure something out. Now, how about we eat some dinner? I've got pizza in the freezer. That okay?"

"That's great," you answered.

Jay got the pizza in the oven while you went and changed into your pajamas. You decided it was in your best interest to have Will help you with your math homework.

***

"Ah! The man of the hour!" Jay exclaimed as he pulled out the pizza and Will entered the house.

You immediately noticed the red bag he was carrying over his shoulder and the two king-sized Twix bars.

"Why do you have your medical bag?" you asked.

"How did you know this was my medical bag?"

"I'm not stupid, Will."

"Okay, so you're all caught up on your shots, but I need to do a blood draw because I need to see if you're deficient in any vitamins and minerals. Have you been eating enough fruits and veggies?" he asked.

"Probably not as much as I should," you admitted. "They're too expensive unless I get the canned kind and I don't like those unless it's canned peaches. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Short Stack. None of this is your fault. You hear me? None of it. I just need to take the blood and then get it sent to the lab to see if you need to get any specific pills to get your vitamin and mineral levels up."

"Okay. Does it hurt?" you asked. You knew what a shot felt like, but you'd never had your blood drawn before, so you didn't know what it felt like to have a needle in your arm for a long time, taking blood. You knew what it felt like to have an IV in from when you passed out at the movie theater, but you didn't know if this needle would be the same size or bigger.

"You just feel a slight pinch at the beginning."

"Like getting a shot?"

"Like getting a shot," he confirmed.

"Hey, I was thinking," Jay started as he reappeared from the kitchen area, "what if we have celery and carrots with ranch for dinner, too? You know, like when we eat chicken wings at restaurants and they bring you some veggies, except we'll have ours with pizza."

"Okay," you agreed. "I like ranch."

"So does everyone in the midwest," Will joked.

"What's the medical bag for?" Jay asked. "She needs shots? And, what's with the Twix bars?"

"No, I'm drawing her blood to see if she's deficient in anything. And, there's one Twix bar for her and one for you because we all know how you feel about needles, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes. "We doing this before we eat?"

"Yes. And, I need you to answer some questions for me, Y/N. These are strictly doctor protocol questions, okay? You don't need to be embarrassed about any of the answers."

You nodded.

"Okay," Will started, "When did you last eat? Just need to write it down for fasting glucose levels."

"Um, lunch at school, so around noon."

"So, six-hour fast," Will scribbled down on a piece of paper. "Next one, are you sexually active?"

"Will!"

"It's just standard protocol, just in case I need to test for STDs."

"No, I am not. Next question."

"Okay, last one: When was your last period?"

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not pregnant, I haven't had sex!"

Will chuckled. "It's not for that. Sometimes when people are deficient in vitamins and minerals, they can lose their period for months at a time, signaling that their body isn't healthy. The medical term is amenorrhea." But, what he wanted to say was that when girls are underweight, this can also happen. And, from seeing how baggy your sweatshirt and jeans were on you, he assumed that you'd lost ten pounds since last going to the doctor when you passed out in the movie theater parking lot, making your weight loss a grand total of 25 pounds, which would qualify you as being underweight.

"Oh. I started today."

"Okay, good to know. Any changes in length or heaviness of menstruation?"

"I swear, I'd rather have Natalie or April be asking me these questions," you grumbled. "But, yes, it's a lot lighter and it went from me having my periods for five days to two days. Can we please stop talking about this now?"

"Yeah, we're all done. Sorry about that, but it's protocol."

"Says the guy who's drawing my blood at Jay's apartment instead of in a hospital, where it should be done."

"Hey, I've worked in much worse conditions than this in Sudan. How much water did you drink today?"

"A lot."

"Okay, good." Will started to unzip his medical bag. He passed a Twix bar to Jay. "Here, eat this and focus on it so you don't focus on the needles and then freak out."

Jay rolled his eyes, but took the candy bar and unwrapped it.

"Do I get one?" you asked.

"Once I draw your blood, yes, the other one is for you. Now, right or left arm?"

You held out your left arm and Will moved to the other side of you so he had a better angle. He sanitized his hands and then snapped on a pair of gloves.

"So, what do you do?" you asked. "I've never had my blood drawn before."

"I just tie off your arm so that I can get the veins to show a bit better, wipe down the spot with an antiseptic wipe, stick the needle in, and then wait for the vial to fill up."

"That's it?"

"That's it. Can you make a fist with your left hand for me?"

You did as Will told you and then he tied a band around your bicep and started touching the inside of your elbow, trying to get some veins to show. He furrowed his eyebrows and moved down your arm, rubbing your forearm and then going back up to the crook of your elbow and gently pressing there.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"You just have really small veins is all. I could take the blood from the big vein in your forearm, but I don't really want to do that one since it's so big. Can you squeeze your fist tighter for me?" You did as he said while he kept pressing on the crook of your elbow. "There we go. Got one. Now, turn and look at Jay while I get the needle ready."

You looked at Jay and tried not to laugh. "You okay?"

"Me? I should be asking you that," he replied. "You're the one who's about to get stabbed with a needle."

"It's just that you got some sweat on your forehead. You look nervous."

"They're needles. They're tiny little sharp metal objects and if one breaks off--"

"Jay, respectfully," Will started, cutting off his brother, "shut the hell up, so you don't scare my patient. You might just want to look away instead of watching me. Then you might feel fine." Then, he turned back to you. "Okay, Y/N, keep looking at Jay. Close your eyes if you want to. You're going to feel a small pinch."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly and grit your teeth, trying not to yell out as the needle pierced your skin.

"Hard part's done," Will said. You nodded, still keeping your eyes closed.

"That was not a small pinch," you retorted about a minute later.

"Sorry."

You opened your eyes and watched as the blood flowed from your vein into the small tube that was hooked up to the needle.

"I thought you hated blood," Jay pointed out. "And here you are, watching the entire process."

"I'm fine when it's my blood if it's not a huge, deep cut," you explained. "It's other people's blood I don't like."

"Well, that takes any job in the medical field off your career choices," Will said.

You sat there for a few more minutes, waiting for the vial to fill up. Will pressed on your arm, close to the needle, to see if more would come out. "This vein is really small," he said.

You watched as the blood coming into the tube started becoming slower and slower, in what looked to be bubbles.

"Just a little more," Will muttered.

You started taking deeper breaths as you felt sweat start to bead on your forehead.

"Okay, let's see how much this gave me." He pressed his thumb above where the needle was and you turned back to Jay as he removed the needle.

Then, he got the blood into the vial. "Bad news," he started, "I might need to take more. Let's see how much extra there is." He put the extra into another, smaller vial. "Yeah, this one clotted too, so bad news, we need more."

You nodded and closed your eyes, feeling your face get hot and starting to feel lightheaded. You pinched the bridge of your nose, willing this uncomfortable feeling to go away.

"You doing okay?" Will asked.

"Yeah," you answered.

"Okay, I'm gonna do your right arm this time." You held your right arm out to him. "Make a fist for me." You did as he told you and he tied the blue band around your bicep.

But, you were getting even dizzier. "Actually, can I get some water? I feel dizzy."

"Course," Will said. "Jay, can you get her some water and juice if you have any?"

"Apple juice good?"

"That's fine," you answered.

Will untied the band from your bicep. "We're just going to wait a few minutes until you feel less dizzy before I take more blood, okay?"

You nodded and took the water from Jay when he came back.

"Let's have the juice after I finish," Will suggested after a few minutes had passed and you finished the water. "Feeling better, Short Stack?"

"Yeah, let's get this over with." Your forehead was still a bit sweaty, but you were a lot less dizzy.

Will repeated the same process as the last arm and it went a lot faster. Turns out he picked a bit bigger vein in the crook of your elbow of this arm than he did the other one.

"And, we're done," Will said as he capped the vial.

He handed you the juice. "Thanks," you said. "That was not fun."

"I bet. At least you didn't pass out. I've had a few patients do that when I went through my clinicals. That's why normally when someone gets their blood drawn, they sit in this chair where something is flipped down in front of them so they don't fall out of the chair just in case they pass out."

"Jay, do you pass out?" you asked.

He scoffed. "No. I don't even get dizzy. My body doesn't react like that."

"He just breaks out into a sweat whenever he sees needles," Will whispered, loud enough for Jay to hear.

"Hey! I heard that! Take one more jab at me and you won't be getting any pizza, Will. I mean it!"

Will held his hands up in a mock surrender while you finished up your juice. Then, Will started to pack up his medical stuff and Jay brought the pizza and veggies and ranch out, along with plates of course.

You ate your pizza while Will helped you with your math homework. Once you finished two slices of pizza and some celery and ranch, you said that you were done.

"You sure?" Jay asked. "You can have as much as you want."

"I'm good. Gotta save some for tomorrow." Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said. "I'm gonna go take a shower. It's been a long day."

"Okay, clean towels are in the cabinet in the bathroom where they always are," Jay said, trying not to react to what you had just said even though he knew exactly what you were doing.

You were rationing food.

"Fuck," Jay said as he put his head in his hands when he knew you were in the bathroom and out of earshot.

"What? What did she mean by gotta save some for tomorrow?" Will asked.

"She's rationing it. I used to do it in Afghanistan. Save some of my MRE and put it in my pack to eat the next day if I was on a long trek and we knew we wouldn't get back to base. It would be cold and usually disgusting, but I'd choke it down because it was calories and I needed fuel to be sharp in case we came in contact with combatants."

"Poor kid. At least we had Mom."

Jay nodded. "What happened with Dad at the hospital?"

"Had to have a mitral valve replacement because his wasn't working properly. Told him over and over to get his checked regularly, but he didn't because he's stubborn. He went for the non-surgical option first, but then there were complications, so Rhodes performed surgery. He's fine."

"That's good... I guess." Jay glanced around and he saw your duffle bag sitting outside the bathroom door. You had grabbed your clothes to bring them into the bathroom and left your open duffle bag by the door.

Jay stood up and started walking towards it.

"What are you doing?" Will hissed.

"I need to see if she's got anything else in there that will help prove neglect. I'm assuming it needs to be proved...I only know criminal court cases, don't know much about family court cases."

"What do you mean family court? You're going to fight Dad to be able to take care of her?"

"Yeah, I'll fight to be her legal guardian. Unless you want to do it. My loan went through for a new apartment, which has two bedrooms, so I figured I might be better suited."

"Go ahead. You'd probably have a better chance anyway because you were around more when I was in New York."

Jay nodded and started to dig around your duffle bag. He chuckled and pulled out your Build-A-Bear. "She still sleeps with Beary," he said as he held up the stuffed bear. "Probably doesn't change his clothes anymore because she's too old for that, but he's in pajamas."

"Remember that military uniform you got for her bear? Mom said she barely took Beary out of that because she missed you so much."

"Yeah, and if she wouldn't have dropped him at the airport, I might not have met Mouse."

The two fell into a comfortable silence as he continued to dig through your bag. He got to a big zip-lock bag full of pieces of fabric that were stained light reds and browns.

"Will, c'mere," Jay said, waving him over. Will squatted down next to Jay. "You know what this is?"

Will sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. I saw a lot of this when I worked in Sudan."

"Well, what is it?"

"So, when girls don't have access or money to buy feminine hygiene products, they'll use scraps of fabric and wash them. Looks to me like she cut up some, um, she cut up some underwear and then used them as make-shift pads. If they aren't taken care of properly, she could end up with an infection. And, if she tried to use them as tampons instead of pads, it could lead to TSS, which stands for Toxic Shock Syndrome."

"We're gonna have to talk to her about this now, aren't we?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. She's not gonna be happy you dug through her stuff, so I'll let you explain why you were going through it. And, if she used them as tampons, I want her to get a pelvic exam, just to make sure she didn't get any infections. Much more likely to get an infection from tampons than pads."

Jay nodded. He hated having the current conversation and knew he was going to hate the next one even more, but he knew he had to do these things if he wanted to petition the court for legal guardianship.

Jay picked up your duffle bag and brought it to the living room and he set the zip-lock bag full of pieces of fabric on top.

"I can't believe we missed this," Will said. "I mean, we're both trained in how to spot abuse and we couldn't even spot it in our little sister."

"There weren't outright signs," Jay said. "No bruising, limping, cuts, burns, nothing like that. And, it's winter, it's easy to hide the weight loss. But, I still agree with you. If we would've spotted it earlier, we could've gotten her out of there."

"I'm pretty sure she's officially underweight now."

Jay ran a hand through his hair and then stood back up. "I'm gonna go put clean sheets on my bed. I'll let Y/N take it tonight so that we can keep talking out here when she goes to sleep."

"Good idea."

A few minutes later, Jay was back on the couch next to Will and you walked out of the bathroom, wearing a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants that you had to keep pulling up because they were too big on you now, and a pair of fuzzy socks. You were cold all the time now and wanted your hoodie out of your duffle and wanted to put your dirty clothes in there, but when you looked down to the spot where you thought you had put it, it wasn't there.

"Guys?" you asked. "Have you seen my bag?"

You walked over to the kitchen table where your blanket was sitting on the chairs and wrapped that around yourself instead.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw your brothers on the couch, your duffle bag in front of them on the floor, and on top, your bag of ripped-up, old underwear that you used as pads when you didn't have any.

"You went through my stuff?" you asked, starting to become angry.

"Y/N," Jay started, "I know you're mad and it was me who went through it and not Will, so don't be mad at him, be mad at me. But, I went through it to see if anything was in there that could help me get you out of dad's house. Permanently."

"You- You want to have custody of me?" you asked.

A small smile appeared on Jay's lips and he nodded. "It wouldn't be considered custody because I'm not your biological parent, it would be considered guardianship, but yes, I want you to stay with me. And, my loan went through for a new apartment, so you'd have your own room and everything."

"Okay."

Jay looked at Will, not wanting to be the one to start this conversation. And, he figured Will would be the best one to start it because he was a doctor.

"Y/N, we need to ask you about these." Will motioned to the zip-lock bag on top of your stuff.

You sat in the loveseat across from them and looked down at your feet.

"It's okay, you're not in trouble," Will continued. "We just want to know how you used them in case you need to get a pelvic exam to check for infections in that area."

Your lip began to tremble as tears started to roll down your cheeks. "I used them as pads," you said quietly. "Dad wouldn't buy me any and I stopped getting them from school because I thought they'd suspect something was wrong if I- if I kept taking them."

"One more question," Will said softly. "I just need to know in case we need to take you in for this. I know you said you used them as pads, but did you ever try and use them as tampons?"

"No. I only used them as pads," you whispered. "I was scared to use them as tampons." You looked up at your brothers, who both had tears in their eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you rushed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I was just--" You let out a wail and Jay got up and knelt in front of you.

"Hey, hey, none of this is your fault. Do you hear me? Absolutely none of this is on you. It's all on Dad. Every single bit of it. You are not the one to blame."

You launched yourself into his arms, crying out every emotion you had felt these past few months: anger, frustration, fear, sadness, it was all coming out now.

And, Jay just held you and let you cry it out because that was what your guys' mom used to do for him. And, he knew it worked.

Twenty minutes later, your wails were just quiet whimpers and you pushed yourself back up onto the loveseat, where Will had moved to the spot next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him, craving the comfort that had been denied to you for so long.

"You still have that Twix bar?" you asked.

"All that crying made you hungry, didn't it, Short Stack?" Will asked as Jay got up to retrieve the candy bar from the table.

You nodded.

"Thank you," you said when Jay handed you the Twix bar. You unwrapped it and broke it into the two sticks. "You guys want any?" They both shook their heads: they knew you needed to get as many calories in you as possible.

Jay sighed, he might as well get this hard conversation over with you tonight as well. "Y/N, you can eat as much as you want. I won't say anything about you eating too much, okay?"

You looked up from your candy bar. "You won't call me a burden because I'm eating your food? Like Dad did?"

"He said that?" Will asked, giving Jay a look that read when I see him next, I can't be held accountable for my actions.

"Yeah. One time there were some leftovers he had gotten from a bar and I was so hungry and it was the middle of the night, so I took them out and heated them up. The microwave timer must've woken him up because he came out just as I was about to start eating and then he yelled at me for eating his food and called me a burden."

"Well, we don't think that. Neither Will nor me think that," Jay told you. "And you can eat as much as you want."

You yawned as you crumpled up your Twix wrapper.

"Tired?" Will asked.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

"It's been a long day," Jay said. "You can take my bed."

"Jay, it's your apartment, I can't--"

"Y/N, this isn't up for discussion. I already put clean sheets on the bed for you."

"Is- Is there a fan in your room? I can't sleep without white noise."

"There is. You want me and Will to tuck you in?"

"I'm too old for that." You stood up and Will did, too. "Jay, can you hand me Beary? He should be in my duffle."

"Here you go, kid."

You took your bear and held him loosely in your arm. Then, you enveloped Jay in a hug and did the same for Will.

"I love you guys."

"We love you, too," Will said.

"Now get to sleep. You've still got school in the morning. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Dad sometimes wouldn't be home when I woke up for school. He'd be at a friend's house sleeping off a hangover from the night before or just sleeping."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "Doesn't he have to work?"

"He does work, but only a few days a week. The other days, he stays out really late and then comes home either drunk or hungover."

"I see," Jay stated. "Well I won't be doing that, I can promise you that."

"I know. You aren't like Dad. Neither of you are." You yawned again. "I'm going to bed, goodnight."

A few minutes later, you were out like a light and Will was still at Jay's apartment.

"So, Abby called me the other day," Will started. "She's looking for you. Says she's in town for a few days and wants to meet up."

"Oh yeah? She say why?" Jay asked, wondering why his ex-wife--who was the result of a blackout drunk wedding in Vegas, a thing that lasted only 24 hours tops--was in Chicago and was looking for him of all people.

"She said you two are still married."

Jay threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

***

"Morning," Jay said as he stood at the stove flipping some eggs. "Sleep good?"

"I slept really good. Didn't even hear you wake up."

"Fan did the trick then?"

You nodded and grabbed a mug from the cupboard and went to start pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

"Nuh-uh," Jay chirped, putting his hand on the handle of the coffee pot as well.

"Why not? I drank it at Dad's."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "You drank coffee at Dad's?"

"Yeah, on the weekends sometimes that would be my breakfast because it curbs my appetite and there wasn't a lot to eat."

Jay sighed. "Well, you'll have enough to eat here, I can promise you that. And, coffee stunts your growth."

"Jay," you groaned. "I haven't grown since sixth grade."

"Okay, well, then you don't want to become dependent on it at such an early age, then. Come talk to me when you're a legal adult or in college."

"Fine." You let go of the coffee pot and put the mug back in the cupboard.

"You can have juice though." The toast in the toaster popped up and Jay placed the toast on a plate and then put a slice of cheese on each piece and then an egg on top. He also put a small bowl of strawberries next to it. "I'm gonna go get dressed while you eat. And then, once you're ready, I'll take you to school."

"Okay, thanks, Jay."

"You're welcome, kiddo."

You rolled your eyes at the nickname and then went to the fridge to get the apple juice. When you opened the fridge, you saw a brown paper bag with your name on it. Curiosity got the best of you, so you took it out and looked at the contents while you ate your breakfast.

Inside was a ham and Colby jack cheese sandwich with lettuce, pickles, mustard, and mayonnaise, an apple, a coconut-flavored Greek yogurt, celery with peanut butter, and a chocolate chip granola bar. There were also two dollars at the bottom of the bag paperclipped together with a sticky note stuck to the top.

For chocolate milk. ~Jay was what the note read.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you continued to eat your breakfast. You don't remember the last time you brought a lunch to school; you'd always get your lunch for free at school. When you got the paper from school about the free/reduced lunch because teachers noticed you didn't have much to eat, you waited until your dad was hungover and it was early in the morning, and handed him a pen and he signed the paper blindly. And, that's how you got lunch and breakfast at school without any cost to you or your dad.

"Hey, I can just brush my teeth at the kitchen sink if you want the bathroom--" He cut himself off when he saw the tears in your eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You- You made me lunch?" you asked as you turned to face him.

He smiled. "Of course I did. I know how bad cafeteria food can be. And, if it tastes good, it's usually not very good for you."

"Thank you," you said as you wiped a tear away that had rolled down your cheek.

"Aww, hey, don't cry, don't cry. It's okay. You're safe now. You don't need to worry about where your next meal will come from. And, I'm going to petition a judge for legal guardianship in a few days. I just have to have a few conversations with some lawyers."

"Does this mean you have to move? I don't want to kick you out of your apartment."

Jay dismissed that with a wave. "I already put in a loan application for a new apartment. Two bedrooms. Really nice."

"Can you tell me about it? While I finish eating my strawberries."

Jay nodded and sat down in the chair across from you. "It's a two-bedroom, washer, dryer. But, I know you don't care about those things. There's underground parking. It's got a gym, a whole club level, with like a coffee lounge, and all this other stuff."

"That sounds really nice."

"Yeah, it is a pretty nice building. Coffee lounge would be perfect for you to get your homework done if you don't feel like staying in the apartment."

"I thought you said I couldn't drink coffee?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I meant the caffeine in the coffee. Decaf coffee and lattes and tea lattes, that's a different story. I'm sure they have pastries there, too."

"Never pegged you for a coffee snob," you joked.

"You learn a lot about coffee and about a person when you have to get your entire unit coffee. I'll let you in on a little secret: Ruzek's coffee order is the most complicated."

"Really?"

"Really. Now, go finish getting ready. Don't want you being late for school."

***

"Hey, Er, can you meet me at the diner we usually go to?" Jay asked his girlfriend over the phone after he had dropped you off at school.

"Yeah, no problem. Give me fifteen minutes. We haven't caught a case yet, but we should keep our radios on just in case. Everything okay?"

"It's a long story. I'll explain everything in person, okay?"

"Okay," Erin answered skeptically. "I'll see you in a few."

Fifteen minutes later on the dot, Erin walked into the little diner and spotted Jay sitting in the corner booth.

"Alright, what's going on?" she asked after she had ordered her food and some coffee. "You sounded really stressed on the phone."

Jay sighed. "I'm going to fight for legal guardianship of Y/N."

"What? Why? What happened?" Erin asked as she widened her eyes.

"Our dad, he uh, he hasn't really been the greatest. Not keeping food in the house, calling her a burden when she tries to eat some of his food, not buying her products for you know...girl stuff. She's probably lost like 25 pounds since the end of last school year. And, I know that doesn't sound like a lot with the amount of time that's passed, but she's underweight. Will drew some of her blood last night to see if she's deficient in some vitamins or minerals."

"My God."

"Yeah, so, I know we were going to move into your place together, but I need another bedroom and my loan went through at that place I told you about, so I'm going to put an offer in there. You could always move in with me if you want, but I don't know if it would be a good idea for that to happen right away. I just want to get Y/N healthy again. I'm sorry."

"Jay, I get it. She's family. Do you know how you're going to go about this? Did you talk to Voight about taking any time off to sort this out?"

"Not yet. But, I think I'm going to call Antonio and see if he can help me out with getting a meeting with ASA Stone. I know he works criminal cases, but he's gotta know some stuff about family court cases. So, I figured he might be able to help me with this whole process."

"Good idea. If you need any help, just say the word and I'll be there."

Jay smiled. "Thanks, Er." He didn't want to have the conversation he was about to have, but he knew he had to tell her. "There's uh, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"About eight years ago, I was married."

"Excuse me, what? You were married and you didn't tell me?"

Jay knew this was a bad idea...which was why he hadn't wanted to tell Erin, but now that he wasn't officially divorced for whatever reason, he knew needed to tell her. "Just let me explain."

"Yes, please do," Erin sneered.

"Her name's Abby. She ran Cultural Support during my last tour in Kandahar. About a year after I came home, I saw her at a funeral in Vegas. Was... was a guy in our unit, he had redeployed, and, um, he didn't... Um, I was, like, blacking out most nights, and we were both pretty shook up. And, um, we got married." He chuckled at the thought of his twenty-one-year-old self thinking that marriage was a good idea. "It was, like, a 24-hour thing, it was a total joke, and it is long over."

Erin just stared at him, as he waited to be chewed out by her. "Jay, you married this girl. And you never told me, and you were never gonna tell me," was all she said.

"I know. And, I'm sorry. But, I'm meeting up with her in a few days to sign the documents that I thought I'd signed because she's getting married and we need to make the divorce official...even though, in my mind, it's been official for eight years.

"Er, please don't hate me, but with everything going on, with me trying to get guardianship of Y/N and me finding out that I'm somehow still married--"

"You want us to take a break?" Erin asked, finishing his sentence for him.

Jay nodded. "I'm sorry. I just don't think I can juggle a relationship with all this other stuff. And, it's not fair to you."

Erin swallowed. "Well, just tell me if you need any help with Y/N. I'll always be there for you. Relationship or partnership, I'll always have your six."

"And I'll always have yours."

Erin's phone buzzed on the table and she picked it up. "It's Voight. We caught a case."

Jay laid some bills on the table. "Then let's go."

***

"Got the results of Y/N's bloodwork back," Will told Jay over the phone while he had a quick break for lunch...even though it was four o'clock in the afternoon. But, that's the thing about the medical field: breaks are never regular.

"And? Any deficiencies?" Jay asked, walking into his bedroom as you were at the table doing homework and he didn't want to distract you.

"Yes, two actually. Iron and riboflavin. The low iron explains why her periods have become shorter and lighter, but that can also be attributed to how small she is now."

"How do we go about this then?"

"I'll send you a list of foods that have levels high iron and riboflavin. Oh, riboflavin's found in vitamin B by the way."

"Okay, care to tell me what iron and riboflavin do? I know iron helps with hemoglobin and red blood cells, but I have no idea what riboflavin does."

"You're right about iron. I'm shocked. Or, what do the kids say these days? I'm shook."

"I swear to God, please never use that phrase again. And, I know what iron does because I paid attention in high school nutrition class, thank you very much."

"If I remember correctly, I helped you with most of the homework in that class."

"Whatever, you helped me. Now, tell me about riboflavin."

"So, riboflavin just helps convert food into energy and is needed for healthy skin, hair, blood, and a healthy brain." Jay could hear a beeping in the background on Will's end. "Gotta go. I'll send you that list of foods right now, though."

"Thanks, man."

You looked up as Jay came back into the kitchen. "Everything okay?" you asked.

Jay pulled out a chair and sat across from you. "So, I just got off the phone with Will. He got the results from your bloodwork back."

"Is it bad? Am I dying?" You set your pencil down, bracing yourself for bad news.

"No," Jay chuckled, "you're not dying. You just don't have enough iron and riboflavin, which is a specific B vitamin. Will sent me a list of foods that have high levels of those in them. You up for some grocery shopping? We can also grab some multivitamins that have those in them, too, just to help your levels stabilize faster."

"Okay, we can go now. I'm due for a break."

***

"So, some foods that contain riboflavin include milk, eggs, cheese, yogurt, meats, green leafy vegetables, and riboflavin enriched grains and cereals," Jay read off his phone.

"I've had a lot of those today already," you pointed out. "Eggs and cheese with breakfast. I had that yogurt for a snack at school, and I had meat and cheese on my sandwich and I had chocolate milk with my lunch at school."

That was just standard, Jay thought. He wondered what you ate when you were at your Dad's. And, he knew that if he wanted to obtain guardianship of you, he'd need to know these things.

"What did you eat at Dad's?" Jay probed.

"I mean, I barely made it to school on time most mornings because I was trying to be quiet so I didn't wake Dad, which made me move slower when getting ready. So, I'd usually just grab a small thing of dry cereal when I got to school and eat it in my first class. I never checked to see if it was one of the enriched ones. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. There's no way you could've known. Now, what did you usually have for lunch at school?"

"I always tried to get veggies with my lunch, but most of the veggies were the gross canned ones, like canned corn or green beans. I don't like those. Sometimes, they'd have little salads as a side and I'd get those. Sometimes they'd have yogurt parfaits and I'd get those. But, I'd usually go for the pre-made subs, because at least those would have veggies on them...even if it was just lettuce and pickles. I'd usually try to get an apple or banana as my side, too." You paused. "If I was getting meat and cheese from the sub and milk from my chocolate milk, then how am I deficient in this?"

"It's probably because the meat and cheese schools use is so heavily processed that there are little to no vitamins left in it," Jay answered.

"And you know this how?"

"As you get older, you acquire a lot of knowledge and one of those things is that the more processed a food is, the fewer vitamins and minerals are preserved...and I watch a lot of The Food that Built America on the History channel."

"Oh, okay. What foods are on that show?"

"Usually it's about fast food. One episode I watched last week was about ice cream and popsicles and how they came to be in America. Pretty interesting."

"Can we watch an episode tonight? That show sounds good."

"Of course." He paused in front of the fresh produce. "Take your pick. But, just make sure you get some leafy greens for the riboflavin and some fruit and other green veggies for iron."

You picked up a few things such as more apples, a bag of Clementines, bananas, spinach, carrots, and celery, and then, you shocked your brother as you picked up a bag of kale.

"Kale?" he asked. "Didn't know you liked it."

You shrugged. "I heard it tastes kind of like spinach. And, I saw a recipe on Pinterest for a salad that has kale, lemon juice, and dates. Is it okay if we try that?"

"You know, I think that would be the perfect side for dinner tonight. I'll add lemon juice and dates to the list."

"I didn't grab too many fruits and veggies, right?" you asked, not wanting to waste food or your brother's hard-earned money. "I- I can put some back if you want me to."

"Nope, it's all good. We can always freeze the bananas if they go bad for smoothies or banana bread. And, we can always turn the apples into apple sauce. Spinach and kale freeze well, too and you can't even taste them if we put them in smoothies."

"How do you know this stuff?" you asked.

"I used to watch Mom cook a lot when I was little. And, when I moved out on my own, she gave me a copy of a cookbook she always used. Said the recipes at the beginning of the book were simple enough that I wouldn't burn my apartment down."

You laughed at the thought of your mom scolding Jay if his apartment got ruined from his cooking. "Do you still have it?" you asked. "The cookbook, I mean."

"I do."

"Can we make something out of it tonight?"

"You know, I think that's a great idea." He pursed his lips. "How about Mom's chicken pot pie? I think I have some frozen peas and corn in the freezer and we can use the carrots we just grabbed in it, too."

"That sounds really good. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me." Jay paused. He figured now would be as good a time as any to tell you. "Uh, do you remember the day that we got ice cream and went and played soccer with Ben when you were little? The night that Mom went into the hospital?"

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat at the memory of that day.

"Well, she told me to take care of you. There's no way I would break a promise to Mom."

"She said that?"

"Mhmm."

"It's like she knew something was going to happen."

"Mom was a smart lady. Will had to have gotten it from somewhere and he sure didn't get it from Dad."

You laughed. "Hey, you're smart, too. Just not sciency smart. You're more puzzle smart because you put the pieces together of who committed a crime." Jay laughed at your description of his job. "Oh, is the recipe for Mom's garlic mashed potatoes in that cookbook?"

"It is. Want those as a side along with the salad you mentioned?"

"Yes, please...if it's not a problem."

"They're super simple and quick to make." He scribbled on a piece of notebook paper that he had written down a few groceries on, like the salad ingredients you had mentioned. "Alright, potatoes, a rotisserie chicken, and pastry dough have all been added to the list."

***

"I'll be back later tonight, no later than midnight," Jay told you two days later on Sunday night. "I know it's not ideal because you have school in the morning, but try and get some sleep while I'm gone, okay?"

"I'm used to being home alone at night, Jay." You shrugged. "I'll be fine."

"I know, it's just that not something I want you to get used to. Feel free to eat anything you want, cook anything you want. As long as you don't burn down the house, I don't care what you make. Oh, and remember to take your multivitamin before bed."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm fifteen, not five. Now, get going. Don't want you to be late to meet that lawyer."

"Love you. I'll be back by midnight. Lock the door behind me."

"I will. Love you, too."

With that, Jay left his apartment to go meet with ASA Stone and you locked the door behind him as he told you.

***

"So, Antonio told me you have some custody questions," Peter Stone said once he closed the door of his office.

"That's right," Jay replied as he took a seat in front of Stone's desk and turned his phone completely off and Stone took a seat in his chair behind his desk.

"Didn't know you had a kid, Halstead."

"No, I don't actually," Jay chuckled. "I have a kid sister. Name's Y/N and she's fifteen."

"Okay, and why do you want guardianship then?"

"When me and Will, my older brother, were kids, our dad kinda checked out on parenting us when we hit our mid-teens. But, we had our mom around, so it was okay. I went over there the other day because my dad was having some heart issues and I called Will. When I was there, I got a call of a robbery and it was Y/N. She was stealing food from a corner store because our dad wasn't feeding her," Jay explained.

"I see. So, other than her word and her stealing food, do you have any proof of this?"

"I know I should've called DCFS before letting her stay with me, but I couldn't let her stay there a minute longer, Peter. She's lost like 25 pounds in the past six months and she's deficient in both iron and vitamin B."

"Okay, what we have to do is petition for guardianship in front of a judge. I can help you with the documents and I can even represent you at the hearing if you want."

"Wow, yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

"Anything else you want to tell me about your dad? Any physical or emotional abuse?"

"Not technically, but there is something else." And then Jay launched into all the information you had told him two days ago.

"Okay. And, you know your dad could theoretically press kidnapping charges against you because you took his kid without his permission?"

"I do. But he was basically starving her. No jury would find me guilty."

"I'm not going to argue with you about that one because I agree with you."

"So, do you think I have a chance of getting guardianship over Y/N?"

"In theory, yes. But, most judges like to keep the child with their biological parents. But, seeing as Y/N's fifteen, she does get some say in who she stays with," Stone explained. "When we have a custody or guardianship battle, we use the child's best interest standard. This means that you must prove that you are capable of providing food, clothing, housing, medical care, and a stable home life for Y/N. There will be one or two home visits before appearing before a judge, just to let you know."

"I'm aware of that. And, I just put an offer in on a new apartment with two bedrooms this morning and they're pretty quick in responding, so I should know in the next few days whether or not I got it."

"That's a good start. And you are financially stable to raise her until she turns eighteen, so three more years?"

"I am."

"Alright, let's start on those documents then. Unless you have any more questions for me?"

"I do actually. I, uh, I just found out that I'm technically still married. Something about me not signing the divorce papers even though I specifically remember signing them? And, before you ask, me and this girl served together, we were both twenty-one, going through rough patches and it was a Vegas wedding eight years ago. Lasted no more than twenty-four hours."

"It's really good that you told me this because any good lawyer would find that out when you file for guardianship. It's possible that she didn't co-sign the divorce papers. If that's the reason, I can help you draw up new divorce papers right now."

"Really? You'd help me with that?"

"Of course. A friend of Antonio's is a friend of mine," Stone said as he started typing on his computer. "So, what you can do is you can file for a no-fault divorce."

"You're gonna have to be specific, Stone. I know a bit of criminal law because I've had to testify in criminal cases, but like I said, I don't know family or civil law," Jay said.

"What a no-fault divorce is, Jay, is that you don't have to prove that either of you did anything wrong to get a divorce. All you have to do is state that your marriage is unsalvageable and continue filing for divorce."

"That's it? What if she doesn't sign it?"

"The divorce papers will be served to, uh...what's this girl's name again?" Stone asked.

"Abby."

"Abby. The divorce papers will be served to Abby and she has twenty days to file her response with the court. If she doesn't, then the court rules it as an uncontested divorce and then you're officially divorced."

"Me and Abby are meeting up to talk about all this tonight. But, can we just fill out paperwork for this no-fault divorce just in case things don't go as planned? I just really need to get guardianship of Y/N. The least amount of problems, the better."

"Of course. And if everything goes well with her tonight, then just give me a call and I'll shred the documents."

"Alright, just tell me where to sign."

***

"Wilson is running through the showers wearing nothing but a Kevlar vest, right?" Jay reminisced on the good parts of his Ranger days with Abby at a bar around 8:30 that night after his meeting with Peter Stone.

"Well, the lieutenant said, all outdoor activities to be conducted in body armor." Jay laughed at Abby's rendition of their lieutenant's voice. "Do you remember, he had his girlfriend's name tattooed on his ass?"

Jay set his empty drink down on the bar. "Did he tell you that was his girlfriend? That was his dog's name," Jay laughed.

"That actually makes more sense," Abby said. "I could go for another one of these."

"I, um, I shouldn't."

"Gotta get back to the barracks?"

"No, I uh gotta get back to my little sister, actually. I'm looking after her at the moment. It's a long story. Do you have the papers?"

"I, uh, I don't have them."

"Abby."

"It's just, I never told you. Even that crazy day we got married, I never told you that I loved you, Jay. It didn't feel right. But, I loved you, Jay. I do love you."

Jay sighed. "Abby, you deserve everything good. I'm just not the guy that's gonna give that to you." He brushed her hair to the side and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

After putting some money on the bar to pay for the drinks and tip the bartender, he left the bar. Guess he was going to need these no-fault divorce documents, anyway.

He was almost to his car when he heard someone calling his name. And, it was a voice he knew all too well.

"Erin?" he shouted as she came closer. "What are you doing here?"

"Would it kill you to turn on your phone? You need to get to the district. Now."

"What? Why? What's wrong?"

She got in his passenger seat. "Just drive. I'll explain on the way."

***

You were sitting on Jay's bed reading a book when you heard a knock on the door.

Slowly, you got off his bed and made your way out of his room. You took a knife out of the knife block, but you hoped you wouldn't need to use it. Jay would've told you if someone was planning on stopping over. And, if it was Will, he would've given you a heads-up.

The knocking got louder and more aggressive. "Jayson! Open this door! I have the right to see my daughter!"

Dad.

With the knife still in hand, you backed up and then, once on the carpet, ran back into Jay's room and quietly shut the door and locked it. You pulled out your phone and tried Jay. It went straight to voicemail. The pounding was getting louder. You tried Will. It went straight to voicemail because he was on shift. You thought you heard your dad starting to kick the door now instead of just pounding on it with his fists. You tried the last person you thought could help.

"Y/N?" Erin asked as she answered her phone and paused the tv show she was watching.

"Erin," you whispered. "I'm scared. I need help."

"You need help? Can you tell me why?"

"My dad, he's- he's here. He's looking for me." You heard a crash.

"Jay? Y/N? I know one of you is in here!"

"I- I think he just broke down the apartment door. Please help."

"Okay, okay, here's what you're going to do. I want you to hide somewhere and I'm going to call a patrol car over there right now. You're going to turn your phone on silent and I'm going to call you right back," she told you.

"Okay," you whispered as quietly as you could.

"I'll call you back in one minute tops."

You moved as quietly as you could with the knife and your phone still in your hands and opened Jay's closet door. You buried yourself behind the two garment bags that contained Jay's police blues and his military dress uniform, hoping against hope that your dad wouldn't find you.

Your phone lit up and it was Erin. You answered.

"Y/N, the officers will be there soon. I don't want you to talk. Just know that I'm on the phone with you."

At the same time, as she was talking to you over speakerphone, she was texting the team. She assumed you couldn't reach Jay or Will since you had called her. She told them what was happening and that a few of them needed to get to the district because they needed to find Jay's location. She also told Voight to get ahold of Sharon Goodwin so she could notify Will of what was currently happening.

"Chicago PD! Put your hands where we can see them!" you heard from your hiding place.

"See?" Erin said. "I told you that you'd be okay. I told them that you were hiding, so if someone opens the door, it's just an officer."

Just after she said that the closet door opened.

You squeaked.

"It's okay. You're safe," the officer said. "We're just going to take you down to the district. You're safe."

You peeked out from your hiding place and you saw the blues of the officers. You slowly made your way out and followed the officer out to the patrol car, the one that didn't house your dad for a breaking and entering charge at the moment.

***

"Where is she?" Jay yelled as he entered the district.

Platt just pointed to the bench next to one of the offices where you were sitting, staring at the floor, with a police jacket draped over your shoulders.

He sunk to his knees in front of you. "Are you hurt? Did Dad hurt you? Did he put his hands on you in any way?"

You shook your head.

"Oh thank God."

"I was so scared," you whispered. "When you and Will didn't answer, I thought he was gonna get me."

"I'm sorry. I turned off my phone when I talked to ASA Stone, and I forgot to turn it back on. I'm so sorry. C'mere."

You all but fell off the bench and into Jay's arms. "Is he going to jail? I don't want him going to jail."

"He was drunk out of his mind. I can ask not to press charges, though."

"Please. He needs help."

Although Jay didn't say it, he knew you were right. Jails and prisons didn't rehabilitate, they just taught criminals how to be better criminals. He knew that his dad needed rehab, a twelve-step program, anything.

"Okay, I won't press charges. But, I think we're gonna need to stay with Will for the night because our door's broken. What do you say we run home and grab some clothes to bring to Will's? And, since Dad will be here for a little longer, we can run to his house and get more of your stuff. Sound like a plan?"

"Can we get Dairy Queen on the way to Will's?"

"We sure can."

***

"I- I don't think any of these dresses will fit me anymore. They look way too big," you said to Jay as the two of you unpacked a bunch of your stuff in the guest room of Jay's new apartment. You wanted to think of it as the guest room for now instead of calling it your room just in case Jay wasn't awarded guardianship. You didn't want to get too attached.

Jay sighed. He figured you were right. He would see if Erin could take you, but their relationship was on the backburner right now. And, Erin had some stuff with Bunny she had to work out after she had brought her that pearl bracelet and said that she might be leaving Chicago. So, now wasn't really the right time for him to be bugging Erin about going shopping with you. And, he couldn't ask Kim because she was taking some furlough after finding her sister brutally sodomized after a night out.

He thought about asking Will if Nina could come, but he didn't think that those two were too happy with each other at the moment since Will hadn't told Nina about their dad being in the hospital and she had to find out from Natalie. Not Will's greatest moment.

He racked his brain for more women he knew.

Then it hit him: Gabby.

Yes, they had briefly dated, but that was five years ago. She was married now and his feelings for her were completely gone. They were civil with each other when they saw each other in the field and would chat when Gabby showed up at the district to pick up Eva or Diego.

"How about you try a few on after we finish unpacking, and then if none of them really fit, I can give Gabby a call and see if she'll take you shopping while I work on unpacking the rest of the house," Jay suggested.

"Okay. Will's gonna be over after his shift to help though, right?" you asked.

"He better be. He said he would. If he doesn't come, he better have a really good excuse."

"You can't unpack the kitchen without me," you told him.

"Why not?"

"I can't have you putting the glasses and other stuff on high shelves because I wanna reach them without having to climb on the counter."

"Okay, fine. I'll keep your short little height in mind while I unpack." He paused. "Do you want to get those fancy word stickers for your room for one of the walls?"

"Decals? And, it's not my room yet."

"Listen, after that stunt Dad pulled at my old apartment, Stone is 99.9% positive that I'll be granted guardianship. We just have to jump through all the hoops first."

"Like the home checks?"

"Like the home checks," he confirmed.

"What do I say in court?" you asked a few minutes later as you were putting the pillows on your freshly made bed.

"You just tell the truth," he answered.

"Will you be in there with me?"

"No, I won't. Stone said that usually in these cases you talk to the judge by yourself so that you can't be intimidated by either of the people who are fighting for custody or guardianship."

"So you won't be there? Will won't be there?"

"Will will be out in the hall and I will be in a different room. I'll be in like a witness room, where they make witnesses of a crime wait so that their testimony isn't swayed by what the other people are saying on the stand. But, me and Dad will be in the courtroom at the same time, just so I can see what he'll be saying."

"And, I'll be in there then, too?"

"Yes."

"What kind of questions do they ask me?"

"Stone said that since you're older, you get a say in who you stay with, so they'll ask you questions like who've you known the longest, who you feel safest with, who you want to live with, etc."

"Will they ask me questions about Dad? Like how he didn't give me food and how he broke into your apartment?" you asked.

"They will," Jay confirmed. "But, Stone will be in there for those questions just in case he needs to object to something."

"So the only time I'll be alone with the judge is when they're asking me the first few questions? Like who I feel safest with?"

"Exactly. Now, do you need help putting these books on the top shelf of your bookshelf?"

***

"Hey, how was your day?" Jay asked as he came home from work that afternoon. It was a shock that he was home by 5 pm, but you had a big day tomorrow. Not only was tomorrow Friday, it was the day you and Jay had to go to court to see if he would be awarded guardianship of you.

"We've got a problem," you stated.

"Um, I can try to help you with it, but let me go put my gun away first."

While he was doing that, you pulled out the slip of paper and the note that Gretchen Cunningham had written, saying that she wouldn't allow you to make up the test you would be missing because you had to go to court.

"Alright, what's the problem?" Jay asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Cunningham. She's the problem...as always."

You handed him the papers and he read them over. "Yeah, this isn't going to fly. She doesn't need a judge's signature to allow you to take the test. I'll talk to the school tomorrow morning when I call to tell them you'll be absent."

"I hate her," you groaned. "She's so mean. And, I know what you're gonna say. You have to deal with people you don't like. But, she lost one of my assignments and told me I didn't turn it in and couldn't re-do it!"

"Well did you?" Jay asked. "Turn it in, I mean."

"Jay!"

He put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "I'm just saying, could be your fault."

"Yes, I turned in the stupid assignment. And, she paired me up with the stupidest kid in the class and told me to do well on this assignment because he needed a good grade to pass. It's not my fault he's failing! Don't put his grade on me, lady!"

"And she wouldn't let you re-do it?"

"Nope. But it's fine. I'm still getting an A. That might change if she doesn't let me take this test, though."

"It's like deja-vu from my freshman year all over again. Why doesn't she retire already? She's like 100."

"Or they could fire her," you quipped. "Or I could switch classes."

"I'll see what I can do. Who's the other history teacher?"

"Um, Miss Hedge."

"Hedge? As in Jayne Hedge?"

"Yeah, it's actually her. Why? Do you know her?"

"Yes he does," Will said as he entered Jay's apartment. "In fact, they went to freshman snowcoming together."

"How did you even get in here?" Jay asked, turning around to look at his older brother.

"For a cop, you're not that smart. You didn't lock the door behind you."

"I don't lock my door when I'm still awake. And, seriously? You just had to tell Y/N that, didn't you?"

"You guys can't just leave me hanging now. Tell me the story!"

"Fine," Jay grumbled and Will just laughed and sat down at the table, too. "I met her at school, obviously. She was on the freshman basketball team and I had winter weight training for the soccer team. I thought she was pretty and she was really smart, too. And, I knew that a bunch of the girls went to get Taco Bell after practice, so me and some of my friends decided to go, too."

"There used to be a Taco Bell close to school?" you asked. If there was, you'd never seen it before.

"It got torn down just after I graduated," Jay answered. "Anyway, we went to Taco Bell and I started talking to her and we talked a lot after practice. I'd walk her home sometimes. Then, I asked her to snowcoming and she said yes."

"So, why'd you guys break up? I know you dated Allie in high school."

"We realized we were better off as friends." Jay shrugged.

"And he realized he liked Allie more," Will added.

"Yeah, that too."

Will set a big bag of takeout on the table.

"Seriously?" Jay asked. "I thought we weren't going to do this that much anymore so we can get Y/N's vitamin and mineral levels stabilized."

"I'm sure she'd appreciate the break from your mundane meals," Will said. "And, I got us all side salads to go with the burgers instead of fries, so calm down." Jay gave him a look. "Fine, I got the side salads along with the fries. But, they're made out of potatoes, so they're technically a vegetable."

"For a doctor, you don't know much about nutrition, do you? And, my meals are not mundane."

"Dude, you'd have chicken, spaghetti, or grilled cheese every night."

"Not every night, just a lot of nights when I'd get home from the district late. I'll have you know me and Y/N have been making really good diners lately. Wanna tell Will what we made last night for dinner, Short Stack?"

"We made this really good pasta. We used Orzo, which looks like rice, but it's pasta. And we made a sauce out of tomatoes, onions, and orange juice. It was supposed to be lemon juice, but Jay didn't have any. We put chicken sausage in it for protein...and spices of course," you told Will.

"That actually sounds really good. Wow, Jay cooking every night, not something I expected."

"I like it," you said. "And, he lets me play whatever music I want when we cook."

Will rolled his eyes. You had Jay so wrapped around your finger that he'd do almost anything for you. Will didn't think he himself was that bad, but deep down, he knew he'd do anything for you, too...despite not being in Chicago as long as Jay had been.

***

"So I got a call from Stone this morning," Jay said around 11:30 that night when he and Will were sitting on the couch, each nursing a beer.

Will set his beer down on the coffee table in front of him. "And?"

"And, as of yesterday at midnight, I am officially divorced from Abby. Turns out, they served her the papers and, since she didn't sign them and it had been twenty days, it turned into an uncontested, no-fault divorce."

"Congrats, man. Might've been eight years too late, but you're a free man now."

"Amen to that. And it came at just the right time."

"Yeah," Will agreed. "You nervous for tomorrow?"

"Not really. More nervous for Y/N than anything. I've testified in criminal cases, so I kinda know how this goes, but she hasn't. And, before me and Dad go in to plead our cases, she has to talk to the judge all by herself. I just wish one of us could be in there with her."

Will nodded. "Know what they're going to ask you?"

"I know what Stone's going to ask me because we prepped, but I have no idea what Dad's lawyer is going to ask me. Pretty sure he's got just a public defender, though. Hopefully, that works in my favor."

"Not always, man," Will disagreed. "The public defenders who do these cases only do these cases. They've had a lot of practice."

"You really know how to make me feel better, thanks," Jay replied sarcastically.

"Rather have you hear it from me before the case than someone else after. Are you going to get cross-examined?"

"Probably. Don't know what they're going to ask me though because it's a cross. Stone set up some sample questions for me to answer with him to practice, but I'm going in blind. I'm used to it though because I've testified before. But, this feels like my biggest case."

"Because it probably is."

"Are you talking about tomorrow?" you asked as you quietly padded across the floor towards the living room.

"Y/N? What are you doing up? It's almost midnight," Jay pointed out.

"I- I know. But I couldn't sleep. I'm scared. What if I have to go back to Dad's? What if they find neither of you fit and I have to go into foster care?"

Jay patted the empty spot on the couch next to him and you sat down. "We just have to trust the system. That's all we can do."

"I know, but I can't sleep. And I'm so tired."

"I have an idea," Jay started and stood up, "stay here."

"I'm gonna go look for some melatonin," Will said after a few minutes of you two just sitting in silence. "I think Jay still has some for nights that he can't sleep."

Will was still rummaging around Jay's cabinets when Jay came back with a big black box with some cords and a cardboard box balanced against his hip.

"The hell is that?" You quickly covered your mouth when you realized you had sworn. "Sorry."

"It's okay. And, to answer your question, this is VCR. And, I have a bunch of videotapes in this box." He turned from you to face the kitchen, where Will was still opening and closing cabinets. "Will? What are you doing?"

"Looking for melatonin for Y/N. You got any?"

"First of all, it's so late that if you give it to her now, she'll sleep through her alarm and we can't be late for court tomorrow. And, second of all, I keep it in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom."

Will closed the cabinet and made his way back to the couch to sit next to you as Jay started to hook up the VCR to the tv. "Uh, Jay," Will began, "you know it's a little late for a movie right? And, I should get going in like half an hour?"

"We're not watching a movie. I recorded a bunch of the Blackhawks playoff games on one of these and I thought Y/N'd like to watch the 2010 Stanely Cup final series against the Flyers. Or, we could watch the final series against the Bruins when they won the cup last year."

"Let's watch the 2010 one," you said. "I don't think I watched it because I wasn't into watching hockey as much as I am now."

"And you have Jay to thank for that," Will pointed out.

"You can record things on there? Like an old-school DVR?" you asked.

"God, now I feel old," Will groaned. "Wait until she learns about floppy disks."

"Floppy what now?"

"Nevermind. Only 80s-90s kids would get it."

"We get it. You guys are millennials."

"Got it!" Jay exclaimed as he popped the videotape into the VCR and it started playing. "Now, shut up so we can relive this, Will."

You fell asleep before you even reached the end of the first period.

***

You rubbed your eyes and then looked around you to notice that you were still on the couch. You craned your neck to see the time on the oven on the other side of the open concept kitchen and living room and saw that it was 5:45 am. Jay was at the gym now. And, you knew you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep because you were already starting to worry about the rest of the day. You had to be in court at 8:30 and had to be talking to a judge at 9:00, the judge that would determine who you would be living with, which would inevitably determine your future.

God, you were thinking just like the teachers talked about the SATs, how if you didn't get a good grade on that standardized test that your future would be ruined.

You stood up and stretched and then went back to your room to grab the book you were currently reading. Then, you turned on a few lamps and grabbed a yogurt and fruit from the fridge, along with a glass of orange juice. After wrapping yourself in a blanket, you started to eat and read, hoping that that would keep your mind from wandering and worrying at least until Jay got back from the gym.

Half an hour later, Jay unlocked the apartment door and walked inside, confused as to why you were awake. It was only 6:15 and he had told you just to be up by 6:45.

"What are you doing awake, Short Stack?" he asked as he grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter.

"I woke up at about 5:45 and I couldn't fall asleep. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to worry about. I just want you as well-rested for today as possible. You have your dress all ready? Know what shoes you're going to wear?"

"Jay," you whined. "I picked all of that out last night because you told me to."

"Just didn't want you to have to rush. I can turn the game back on for you so you can watch it until you have to start getting ready?"

You nodded and Jay came over and fiddled with the tv and the remote, going back to the middle of the first period where he thought you had fallen asleep.

"Okay, I'm gonna take a shower. Will said he'll be here around 7:45. Oh, and you can take that history test when you get back on Monday, in Miss Hedge's class."

You smiled. "Okay." Then, you turned your attention back to the hockey game.

***

You widened your eyes as you stood in the second bathroom getting ready. You had gotten dressed (into a navy blue, lacey dress that ended just above the knee that you had bought with Gabby a few days ago), washed your face, brushed your teeth, did your makeup, but now you were cursing yourself for being so stupid. You had no way of doing your hair. You didn't have a straightener here. And, your typical ponytail or bun wasn't going to cut it for court.

"Jay!" you yelled as you exited the bathroom and knocked on his bedroom door.

He opened it as he was tying his tie. "Yeah? Everything okay?"

"I don't have a straightener! I can't do my hair and if I wear my hair like I usually do then it will look bad on you and--"

"Hey, hey, calm down. We've still got over 45 minutes before we have to leave. I'll give Gabby a call and see if she's not on shift and can let you borrow hers."

You sighed the biggest sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Five minutes later, Jay knocked on the bathroom door as you were brushing your hair. "Gabby will be here in ten."

"Oh thank God."

***

"Thank you!" you exclaimed ten minutes later as you opened the door, revealing Gabby with her hair straightener. And, behind her, was Casey.

"No problem. Just tell me if you're not used to it and need help."

You took it from her. "No, I should be good. Thanks, though. C'mon in. I'm pretty sure Jay's around here somewhere."

They came into the apartment while you ran off to find Jay.

You knocked on his bedroom once more and he opened it, this time completely ready for the day. "Gabby and Casey are here," you told him.

"Casey's here?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah. I think he just came with Gabby."

"Okay. Go fix your hair. I'll go talk to them."

Twenty minutes later, you were finished and slipping your shoes on when you heard a knock on the apartment door. "I got it, Y/N!" Jay yelled.

Well, I hoped you would because you're closer to the door than me, you thought to yourself.

Jay opened the door, and since it was exactly 7:45, he was expecting to just see Will. But, what he saw both shocked him and made him want to cry from appreciation at the same time.

Standing next to Will was Natalie and behind them was all of Intelligence and Trudy Platt and Mouch, all of Squad 3 and Truck 81 (minus Casey because he was inside), Sylvie Brett, Chief Boden, April, Maggie, Dr. Rhodes, Dr. Charles, Reese, and Noah.

"You're all here for the court case?" Jay asked, stunned.

"Well, Natalie has to testify about Y/N's deficiencies and weight loss, but yeah. It's better if the court sees that the person trying to get guardianship has a ton of support. So, I figured I'd call in reinforcements...even though I'm pretty sure my big personality is enough."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Your big ego maybe." He paused, not knowing how he was going to fit everyone in his apartment even if it was bigger than his last one. "However many of you guys can fit inside, can come in. Um, some of you might just need to meet us at the courthouse--"

"Jay, they just came now so you could see how many people were behind you. They're just gonna meet you there. Except for me. I'm driving you two." Jay furrowed his eyebrows. They didn't talk about this. "I'll explain later."

"Gabby," you said as you walked out of the bathroom. "Can you--" you stopped as you saw everyone outside Jay's apartment.

"They're all here for you and Jay," Gabby explained as she stood up. "And, you can't cry because it'll smear your makeup, so hold back the tears."

You nodded as you held them back. "Can you, uh, check the back of my hair to make sure I got it all straight?" you asked.

"Two spots are still a bit wavy. Let's go fix it so you can get going."

A few minutes later, Gabby had fixed your hair and everyone besides Will and Jay had left and were on their way to the courthouse. You slipped on a pair of black ballet flats and your coat.

Will had explained that the reason he was driving was that if Jay didn't get guardianship, he didn't want him driving in such a distressed state. Will had worked on so many patients who were in car accidents due to their emotional state and he didn't want Jay to be one of them.

"Ready?" Jay asked you.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you said as you wiped your sweaty palms on your dress.

"All you have to do is tell the truth."

***

You thought you'd be comfortable inside a courtroom because of the crime dramas you'd seen. But, standing inside one was very different from watching a fictional tv show.

No one but you, the judge, the court reporter, Peter Stone, and your dad's lawyer could be in the room for this next part, so everyone was either in a witness room or waiting outside in the hallway for the go-ahead to be let in. You would be allowed to be in the courtroom while they were talking to Jay and your dad, but they wouldn't be able to be in the room when you talked to the judge...for obvious reasons, such as influencing what you would say.

"All rise."

You stood up next to Stone as the judge, who you now knew as Judge Callahan, entered the room.

Once you sat down, you were called to the stand. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?" you were asked as you placed your hand on the Bible.

"I do," you answered.

"Alright, please allow Miss Halstead on the witness stand," Judge Callahan said. "Now, I'm just going to ask you a few questions. All you have to do is answer them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Okay, first question: Has your father, Pat Halstead, ever hit you or physically abused you in any way?"

"No," you answered.

"Has he ever neglected to give you necessities, such as food, water, clothing, or shelter?"

"Yes."

"Can you please elaborate?"

You did. You explained how your dad never had food in the house and would yell at you and call you a burden if you tried to eat his leftovers.

"Is it true that your father tried to break into your brother's house to get you?" Judge Callahan asked.

"Yes."

"Who do you feel safest with?"

"My brother, Jay Halstead."

"Who would you prefer to live with?"

"Jay Halstead."

***

Jay sat on the witness stand. He had answered all of Stone's questions, including all of the questions about him finding you stealing, what you had been using for pads, and what he had been told that you had been eating at your dad's house. Natalie had testified about your physical well-being, weight loss, and iron and riboflavin deficiencies. But now, it was time for Jay's cross-examination. And, he sure as hell didn't expect this next question to be asked.

"Mr. Halstead," your dad's lawyer began, "you previously said, and I quote, that your dad clocked out on parenting you and your older brother, Will, when you were in your teens, around when you started high school. Can you elaborate on that?"

"Objection!" Stone yelled. "Relevance?"

"Speaks to a pattern."

"I'll allow it," Judge Callahan said. "Please answer the question, Mr. Halstead."

Jay nodded. "He clocked out on parenting me and Will because he said that were essentially grown men at this point in our lives, we didn't need him cheering us on or him helping us. He didn't come to a single one of my soccer games in high school. And, if by some miracle we went out for ice cream or something just me, my brother, and my dad, he wouldn't pay for ours. Said we were old enough to pay for ourselves.

"But, we had our mom. She came to all our games and school events. She made us breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If she wasn't there, I don't know what would've happened to me and Will. My dad didn't even want me to go into the military and didn't want Will to go to medical school. He said a real man went right to work. The only time I felt loved by him in all my teenage years was when I left for the military. It was like because he knew I might die over there that he figured he'd say he loved me one last time."

"Redirect, your honor," Stone said. Judge Callahan nodded at Stone. "You said that your mom made you and your brother lunch. Are you doing that for Y/N?"

"Objection! Relevance?"

"Speaks to Mr. Halstead's abilities as a parent."

"I'll allow it. Please answer the question."

"I actually do," Jay answered. "I make her a packed lunch to bring to school every day and I'm sure to add foods high in iron and riboflavin to help those levels stabilize quicker. The first time I packed her a lunch, she actually cried because she hadn't gotten a lunch from home in so long."

"Thank you."

"Mr. Halstead," your dad's lawyer started, "you were previously deployed overseas in Afghanistan for two tours of duty. While I thank you for your service, is it possible that you could have PTSD and hurt Y/N in the middle of the night?"

"I would never hurt her!"

"While you are fully conscious, maybe. But, while you are in a sleep-addled state, isn't it possible that you might think that the person waking you up is an enemy soldier and not your little sister?"

Jay sighed. No one knew this about him, not you, not Will, not his dad. No one. And now all of his family and closest friends were going to know since they were in the courtroom watching this entire thing unfold.

"I am on Prazosin for nightmares caused by my PTSD," Jay answered.

"And how long have you been on this medication?"

"For about two years."

"And this has helped you manage your nightmares?"

"Yes, very much so."

"No further questions."

***

"Jesus, Jay," Will said after you had watched your dad's testimony on why he should get to keep you. It was the usual: how he was your father, so, therefore, he deserved to keep taking care of you and it's what your mother would've wanted...despite her telling Jay to keep you safe before she died. They already had the responding officers testify about the break-in, so he couldn't deny that and he was under oath, so if anyone found out he lied, then your dad would be held in contempt.

"I'm sorry I never told you, man," Jay said. "I just, I thought of it as weak that I couldn't deal with my own shit." He grimaced when he realized he had sworn around you. "Sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay. I hear that stuff at school."

"I'm just upset you didn't tell me they were getting that bad, Jay," Will lamented. "I know I wasn't there for you a lot after Mom died, but I'm here now."

Jay nodded, and Will knew he didn't want to talk about the topic anymore. You looked through the little window into the courtroom and saw that the judge was coming back from her chambers.

"Guys, I think she's made a decision," you said nervously.

"Whatever happens, me and Jay will be there for you," Will promised.

All you could do at this point was nod, as a lump was forming in your throat from all your nerves.

Jay led you back into the courtroom and you sat at the front, between Jay and Will. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress and Jay gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Judge Callahan stood up.

"By using the child's best interest standard of who can provide food, clothing, housing, education, medical care, and a stable home life for Y/N Halstead, I declare Mr. Jay Halstead the legal guardian of Y/N Halstead."

You could've sworn that you stopped breathing the second she said Jay's first name. You were so overwhelmed that you just turned to him and started crying as he wrapped an arm around you while he listened to the judge state your dad's visitation rights.

But, you didn't hear any of that. The only phrase that kept repeating in your head was I declare Mr. Jay Halstead the legal guardian of Y/N Halstead over and over again.

Now, you knew that you'd always have the necessities when you lived with Jay. You wouldn't have to worry about where your next meal was going to come from or if your dad would be out until 3 am drinking. You wouldn't have to worry about having access to tampons or pads and not be embarrassed anymore to ask for some from school if you forgot to put any in your backpack that day. But most of all, you knew that you would be loved and cared for.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Did I make anyone cry with this one??? The blood draw scenario was actually based on when I had to go and get my blood drawn the other day and thought I was going to pass out, which is why that scene was so long. Anyway, thank you again for reading, and please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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minniethemoocherda · 2 years

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Five Times Din and Luke Needed Saving Plus One Time That They Didn't.

Summery: Last year had been pretty hectic for Luke Skywalker. Between discovering that the old hermit that lived at the bottom of the street was actually his uncle, that the girl his maths class was his long lost twin sister and not only is his dad alive but also head of the mafia. Luke was grateful that this year, his biggest worry would be his school play. That was until Din Djarin came along.

Ao3

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"Don't forget your script!" Luke's uncle called out as he jumped out of the old car.

"Thanks Be- I mean Obi-Wan!" Luke said. It was strange after sixteen years of knowing him as Ben to call the man something else. But Luke gladly made the effort to call him by his real name now that it was safe to do so, as he knew it made the old man happy. Sure enough, he spotted Obi-Wan’s fond smile as he grabbed his folder from where he'd left it on the back seat.

Along with his twin, Luke waved goodbye as their uncle drove out of the school parking lot.

"Please promise me you'll remember your actual lines." Leia scolded him as soon as the car was out of sight.

"I will, don't worry." Luke said, flashing her a promising smile as they headed across the parking lot towards the main building.

Built in the nineteen-forties out of three stories old red brick, Coruscant High was one of the oldest buildings in the town. A lot of Luke's friends complained about the confusing layout and corridors to nowhere but personally Luke found oddities endearing. It was amazing how much history could fit into just one building as as annoying as it sometimes was when he was trying to get to geography but ended up in science, Luke liked that you didn't always know what was around each corner. It reminded him a lot of the land of Oz from their play. They were doing the Wizard of Oz this year.

Last year had been pretty hectic for him. Between discovering that the kind old hermit that lived with his husband at the bottom of the street was actually his uncle, that the stubbornly annoying girl in his maths class was his long lost twin sister. Not to mention that not only is his dad alive but also the secret enforcer to the head of the mafia. You know, just your regular teenage drama.

Luke was grateful that this year, his biggest worry would be remembering his lines for the school play. Hopefully.

As they came out of the parking lot, Luke noticed a crowd gathered around the bike shed. From the rhythmic chanting and and held up fists, he knew it had to be a fight. One of those involved was clearly Boba with his distinctly impractical green and red motorcycle helmet. But from this distance, it was hard to make out who the other party was.

"What idiot gets into a fight before school has even started?" Leia grumbled, as though her record for getting into trouble wasn't first period.

Luke was about to tell her as much, when the crowd parted enough from to catch a glimpse of a lanky, fluffy haired boy with a scar on his chin.

"Never tell me the odds!" Han shouted before punching the side of Boba's helmet with his bare fist.

"Oh god its my idiot." Leia muttered. She ran off towards the bike shed and Luke had to hurry to catch up with her.

Plastered onto the side of the building, the bikes shed was in the shadows from any teacher interference. Which was probably why it was dripping with graffiti and appeared to be the preferred hang out of the kids belonging to that motorbike gang. The Mandalorians if Luke remembered correctly.

That didn't stop the crowd from parting as soon as they were aware of Leia's presence. Luke was impressed, although with the reputation of her right hook, he really shouldn't have been.

Despite clutching his hand to his chest in pain, Han was still screaming promises of violence at Boba who, even with his helmet on, seemed more amused than angered at the situation. That only appeared to anger Han more who made an attempt to swing at him with his limp wrist again.

Leia grabbed Han before he had the chance to make contact, yanking his arm away. Luke took advantage of Han's shock to get been him and his opponent.

However, something must have snapped inside Boba because now he was also mid swing, when Luke got him front of him. Luke squeezed his eyes shut and threw up his forearms, trying to remember what Obi-Wan had taught him about self defence.

But the hit never came.

Slowly Luke opened his eyes. Through his raised forearms, he caught sight of Boba being hauled away. A boy with a similar looking helmet, had his arms locked around the bikers waist, dragging him away, kicking and screaming.

Across the school yard, Luke vaguely heard the familiar yells of Principal Mothma. Someone must have finally ratted to a teacher about the fight. As the rest of the students scrambled away, Luke was frozen still, staring with amazement, as the boy hauled the pair back to their motorbikes. This was far from the first time Luke had witnessed Boba in fight. He knew first hand just how strong he was. It would take someone with at least equal strength to take him down.

It was hard to make out who the person was underneath the helmet and leather jacket, but as the morning sun finally crossed far enough west to light up the thin visor, Luke could make out a pair of deep brown eyes.

"Move it!" Leia yelled, startling Luke from his daze. She still had Han's arm in a death grip as she dragged his ass towards the school building "I will not be late for Mr Se's class because of you two again!"

Luke shook his head and turned to follow her. His twin would never forgive him if he missed another rehearsal because he got detention. Plus he didn't want Han to get into more trouble with Leia than he already was.

Thankfully, they made it to class just in time for the final bell to ring out. But even as Mr Se started rambling on about quadratic equations, Luke couldn't get those mysterious brown eyes out of his head.

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simpforbretttalbot · 3 years

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Series: Secret Whittemore sister Episode: Anonymous Bite

"BHAHAHA! HOW THE!" You laughed, gasping for air, you glanced down at your brother who lay on the stairs. "I fell okay Y/n!" Your brother blushed. "You tripped up the stairs!" You started laughing again, imagining him tripping up the stairs. "The big, awesome lacrosse captain for Beacon Hills High team, fell up the stairs! Oh my god!" You laughed, starting to walk away. "Look at you, snob. Going to Devonford Prep!" Your brother got up to his feet. "Oh shut up Jackson." You said, sticking your middle finger up at him as you jogged passed him up the stairs. "MOTHER! Y/N STUCK HER MIDDLE FINGER UP AT ME!" Jackson snitched on you. "Both of you enough. Y/n, hurry along and get changed into your uniform." Your mother said, hushing you both. "Yes mother." You said as you reached the landing.

You ran into your bedroom and slammed the door. "Such a fucking snitch." You muttered, walking over to your closet. You didn't have to wear the uniform, only on particular days. You only had to wear the uniform if you were going on trips or going to watch the lacrosse games, to represent our school or something like that. You wore

You put your glasses on your face, pushing them over the bridge of your nose.

You grabbed your bag and ran down stairs, you looked around for your lunch but it wasn't there. "Mother! Where's my sandwiches?" You shouted. "You have school meals now! I'll bring your suitcase over to the school later!" Your mother shouted back. "My suitcase?" You asked. "It's a prep school. You stay at prep schools, you idiot, why do you think we're sending you away there!?" Your mother shrieked. Your mother had always prefered your twin brother, Jackson. You were just an accident to her, another freak to set aside, she never wanted a two children. She only wanted one, and they had to be a boy. Your mother had always put Jackson first. "Yes mother.." You sighed. You walked over to the door, picking up your motorcycle keys on your way out. You slammed the door out of fustration, locking it behind you. Your parents were divorced. You were a daddy's kid growing up until they divorced. Your dad has a house he bought for you, waiting for you. He said, "If you ever want to run away and leave home, there's a house waiting for you, it's close to Devonford prep as well sweetheart."

You looked over at your black motorcycle that sat on the drive, with the black helmet on the handle bars. You walked over and took your black helmet from the handle bars and stuck it on your head, adjusting it to the right tightness. (Below is your motorcycle)

You got on your motorbike and started the enging, you revved it for a while and then set off. You sped down the road, doing over the speed limit. The speed limit was 30mph you were doing 45mph. You came close to a corner, so you slowed down and turned the corner. Then, you started racing down the street again, trying to get as far away from that house, as possible. If you left the only person you would miss would've probably been your twin. Jackson. The roads were empty this morning, you were the only one on the entire road. That was until someone came out of nowhere and started crossing the road. A muscular body shape, light brown hair peaked out the black hoodie he was wearing, he looked quite suspicious, as if he were up to no good. You came to a hault so you didn't run over the man. He looked straight at you, his eyes stuck out like a sore thumb, the red glowing eyes. He ran at you, you screamed jumpping of your motorcycle, kicking the latch so it stayed up when you fell. The monster, bit you on the hip. You blinked twice and it was gone. You looked down at your hip, thick, red blood running down your hip. You rummaged through your backpack, getting out anti-bacterial wipes. You cleaned the cut and then got bandages out your bag, you carefully wrapped the bandages around the freshly, cleaned wound.

You got back on your motorcycle and drove off to school, wincing from the pain in your side.

You reached the school within seconds. You climbed off your bike, putting the latch on so it stands and putting your helmet in the helmet compartment in your bike. You slung your bag on one shoulder and walked down the lane to the school. You put your earphones in and hummed as you walked.

You bumped into the chest of a tall, broad, muscular man. You took one earphone out and looked up slightly. It was another student. "Oh, uhm, I'm sorry." You said, scratching the back of your kneck. He sniffed slightly. "Are you bleeding?" The student asked. "I- How the heck did you know?" You asked, shocked on how he knew. "I can smell it." He said looking down at you. "I got bit by something.." You muttered. "Could I take a look, I'm quite good with bites." The student smiled. "Uhm, yeah, sure." You said, raising your shirt a little, revealing a bit of your skin. You took of the bandage and let the weird student look at it. "It's a wolf bite." He said, wrapping a clean bandage around your hip, covering the wolf bite. "I'm Brett, Brett Talbot. Co-Captain of the lacrosse team, soon to be captain." Brett smiled. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Whittemore." You smiled back. "Aha, Jackson Whittemore, are you two related?" Brett asked. "Yeah, I'm the outcasted twin." You smiled, "I should head to the reception now, Brett was it?" You questioned. "Yeah, well come and find me at lunch, I'll save you a seat." He winked, walking off to the coach behind you. "Wait!" You shouted. Brett stopped walking and turned to face you. "Who are you versing today?" You asked. "Crystal springs school." Brett smiled. "Good luck Brett." You smiled. He looked back, smiling and he waved, as he was stopped by a blonde girl.

You walked down to the enterance of the prep school and you pushed the doors open. You walked over to the reception. "I'm new here and I was wondering if I could get my timetable here." You said. "Name?" The reeceptionist asked, not looking up from her paper. "Y/n Whittemore." You put your hands on the counter and started tapping on the tapped area. "What year are you Miss Whittemore?" The receptionist questioned, looking up at you. "Freshman." You smiled remembering your bestfriends, Liam Dunbar and Mason Hewitt started at Beacon Hills high. "Brett Talbot, why is that so familiar?.." You murmured. Your timetable was passed to you as the bell rang. You sprinted off, faster than you had ever sprinted before.

You arrived in class a few minutes late, you had english literature first. You ran in. "Excuse me, sorry I'm late." I panted. My bag fell off my shoulder and it fell to the floor. Everyone in the class laughed because they're pathetic. "Oh my god look at her." A boy whispered. "She looks like a snob." Another boy whispered to a girl. "She looks like a hooker." A girl whispered to another girl. You looked down at the floor. "Uhm, my name's Y/n.. Y/n Whittemore." You said, picking up your bag. "Isn't her family rich?" A boy whispered to the girl next to him. "She must be a slag then, what a slut. Isn't that shameful." The girl whispered to the boy and laughed, quietly. You looked around to see people whispering. The teacher looked at you. Your eyes swelled with tears, everything going on at home and then on top of that the worst possible first day at school. "Why is my life like this.. I hate it.." You whispered. You looked up from the ground to see a blonde girl, the same blonde girl that was talking to Brett earlier. You looked around to see everyone whispering about you. Some how you could hear everything. Things you weren't supposed to hear. It was horrifying what people were saying about you. You dropped your bag and threw it back on your shoulder and then, ran out the changing room. You sprinted all the way to the girls changing rooms. You sat behind the girls changing rooms door.

A few minutes later, you wiped the tears from under your bloodshot eyes and stood up. You got changed into the running outfit you had brought with you just incase something happened.

You got your lacrosse stick out your bag, white and green. You double knotted your shoes and ran out onto the lacrosse pitch. You threw the ball up and spun and caught it. You ran with the lacrosse ball in your stick, dodging the air, you jumped over nothing, as if it were a human there and you shot the ball out your lacrosse into the goal, scoring a goal. You kept on training for hours, skipping lessons until you spotted a familiar figure marching towards you. "Give me that damn lacrosse stick you sick brat!" Your mother shouted, classmated crowded around your mother and you. "Mother, I can explain!.." You yelled. Your mother snatched the lacrosse stick out your hand, cutting your hand. You held it clenched shut to nobody could see your hand. "Mother. Give me. My. Lacrosse. Stick. Now." You said, sternly. "What are you going to do if I don't." Your mother smirked. "You wouldn't dare." You said, coldly. Your mother kept bending your stick back and fourth until she broke the plastic top off. "Dad!" You cried. That was last gift you had gotten from your dad, a part from the house that was set for you. He taught you how to play lacrosse, it was the only good memories you had with him. You dived onto the floor, and picked up the broken lacrosse stick.

"Why would you do that!?" You yelled, standing up. People were stood behind you, shocked on what had happened. You turned and faced your mother. Your eyes were burning a golden-yellow. "I said. WHY. DID. YOU. DO. THAT!?" You snapped. "I-.." Your mother said, scared and speechless. "What's going on here!?" A familiar husky voice asked, pushing through the crowd. "Who's lacrosse stick is that?" The familiar voice asked. "Mine." Your voice came out husky, dark, and croaky. Almost as if they were growls. "Oh shit.." The familiar husky voice muttered. He ran over and put his arm around your shoulder and ran off the lacrosse pitch with you.

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negandarylsatisfaction · 3 years

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[SUMMARY: Negan takes a liking to Karina in Alexandria, unaware she is Dwights sister.]

Smut

Negan and Karina.

After losing everything you didn’t care much about anything anymore. Alexandria was where you now stayed, you didn’t exactly call these people friends but they weren’t all that bad. You kept hearing them go off about some Negan guy coming by today. You didn’t understand why it made everyone so nervous but you didn’t bother to ask. A few hours later you worked on your brothers old bike, you wondered what ever happened to Dwight. His bike was all you had left of him.

Standing from where you were you could see these trucks come in through the entrance, you figured it was Negan and his people. Minding your business you continued to fix up the bike not caring about whatever else was going on. Negan had barely got out of his truck when he noticed you beside the motorcycle right from where he was. Completely distracted with the view, curiosity got the best of him.

“Who in Gods name is that woman?” Negan leaned over towards Rick as he watched you climb on top of the bike. Rick remained silent as Negan watched on.

“Now that’s a woman I wanna meet.” He whispered to Rick before he walked towards you.

“Need any help with that, sweetheart?” You looked back to see a man in a leather jacket, instantly you found him attractive.

“Mm mm...look at how you handle that.” Negan passed his hand along your bike as he checked out your legs straddling it.

“Who are you?” You squinted your eyes up at him.

“You mean to tell me these folks haven’t told you about me? Shit, you must be new.” He had a smile on his face but a look in his eyes you didn’t trust.

“I’m Negan and you are...?” He raised his eyebrows leaning forward confidently waiting for a response.

“Karina.”

“Karina. I like you.” He spoke excitedly as he walked around you from behind, stopping on the other side.

“How about you tell me a little about yourself, Karina?”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You got off your bike and looked right at him. He was obviously interested in you, but he looked like any typical asshole with a big ego.

“How about you?” You spoke with a sly sarcastic tone but he liked it. You actually made him laugh.

“Hm-“ he placed his hands on his hips looking up at the sky.

“I run a sanctuary, I’m a single, I think you’re hot, I have a bat named Lucille, did I mention I think you’re hot?” He looked down at you playfully, you had to admit you thought he was hot too.

“Hm, interesting.” You stared up at him, charisma in your voice, you turned away to walk inside. Negan frowned a bit puzzled, he didn’t expect you to walk away from him so easily.

“Now wait just a second, sweetheart-“ he followed you inside as you walked to the kitchen.

“I was thinking maybe you and I...shit...I find you attractive, you find me attractive...we should..you know...”

“I beg your pardon.” You turned to him with an arched brow and a hand on your hip. The sight making him grin with excitement.

“Oh come on now..” he leaned towards you, his voice low and husky.

“You look like you could be a whole lot of fun.” His eyes drifted down to your cleavage, with your index finger your pushed his head up to face you again eye to eye.

“Oh you like to take charge huh?” He spoke in a smooth voice.

You had no words, you squinted your eyes at him stumbling in your mind on what to say in return. Truth was, this stranger turned you on. You hadn’t felt this excitement in a long time, he leaned towards you, his lips so close..you wanted a kiss until you were both interrupted by one of his men.

“Negan-uh..-“ you practically stumbled back thinking it was someone from Alexandria.

“God dammit, Simon. What the hell is it? What the hell are you doing here?!”

“It’s Dwight.” The mention of your brothers name made your heart stop, it could’ve been a rare chance but you couldn’t help yourself.

“What name did you say?” You suddenly asked making both men look at you.

“Dwight.” Simon repeated, you grabbed your backpack close by and started going through it as the two men watched on confused.

“This Dwight?” You pulled out a photo and waved it in their face.

“Is this the Dwight you’re talking about?! My brother... is it him?!” You asked desperately. It was indeed the same Dwight.

“Ah..shit.” Negan whispered low making you gasp.

“Where is he?!” You charged towards Negan, who at one point knew exactly what to say was now speechless.

“Where is he?!” You looked at Simon and shoved his shoulder making Negan put his arm in front of you pulling you away.

“Easy, Karina. Let’s talk about this.” Negan motioned for Simon to leave you both alone.

“Where the hell is he? He’s with you guys, take me with you then-“

“Woah, darling I’m gonna need you to slow down for me.” He stood silent for moment remember what he had done to Dwight. With his thumb he scratched his brow wondering how he would explain to you that half of your brothers face was practically burnt off.

“Take me!” You screamed shoving him unexpectedly.

“Fine! You want me to take you? Let’s fucking go!” Negan got tired of your impatience and pulled your arm walking out with him.

“Wait where are you taking her?” Rick yelled as you climbed into the truck.

“My brother, Rick. They have my brother. I’ll be back.” You called out to him before Negan slammed your side of the door shut. Negan drove following behind the rest of the trucks as you sat eager to get to the sanctuary.

“How is he? How long has he been with you?” Negan gripped the steering wheel tightly still attempting to explain to you what happened. Attempting to find a reason to explain why it even happened. You were nothing to him and he barely knew you but something in him felt regret, he felt wrong for what he did. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth just yet.

“Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Listen sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to lower that pretty little voice of yours.” He responded before suddenly swerving his car opposite from where the other cars were going in front of him.

“Where are you going? Where are you taking us?!” You screamed looking back as the other cards disappeared. Negan didn’t respond racing down the empty road in silence.

“Where the hell are you taking me?!” You yelled at him hitting his arm but he ignored it. He didn’t want to tell you on the drive there how your brother would look and he didn’t want you to find out by seeing him, he thought a talk alone in a old cabin he kept occupied would warm you up for what you were about to see.

“I’m gonna open this damn door if you don’t answer me.” You had your hand on the handle but you knew you didn’t mean it.

“You better stop testing me woman.”

“Just tell me where we’re going.”

“Relax. You’re going to see your brother.” He responded calmly not taking his eyes off the road. You sighed crossing your arms and looked out the passenger window.

Half an hour passed and Negan pulled up to a cabin. Eagerly you jumped out rushing towards the door. Negan didn’t say a word heading right beside you to unlock the door. Opening the door you ran inside to find an empty cabin, you stopped and turned to Negan locking the door shut.

“What are you doing?” You asked confused.

“Where is Dwight?”

“You and I need to talk before anything.” You frowned before you looked around, your eyes stopping on the only thing in the room.

A bed.

“What the hell do we need to talk about?” You walked towards him.

“Where is my brother, you told me you’d take me to him.” Your jaw clenched as you stared up at him. You wanted answers.

“Where is he?!” You screamed shoving your fists into his chest. He could see the anger in your eyes, what the hell would you do if you knew what he did, he wondered.

“Oh...I get it. You’re one of those assholes.” You began to laugh looking over at the bed.

“Do I need to do something for you to take me to my brother?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Negan asked with a puzzled expression.

“Please....you men are all the same.” You laughed with sadness in your eyes before you unexpectedly took off your top revealing a black bra to him.

“Karina what the hell are you doing?”

“What isn’t this what you want?” You stepped closer to him as you reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Karina stop it.”

“What? Come on, Negan....isn’t this what you asked for before?”

“I said stop it.” He grabbed your arms not allowing you to remove your bra making you bite your bottom lip staring up at him.

“Oh is it you who likes to take charge?” You spoke playfully but there was no expression in your eyes. It seemed you were familiar to this treatment.

“Go ahead do whatever you want to me. You made it clear before you want to fuck me.”

“Karina!” He gave you one hard shake with an intense serious look.

“I don’t know what the hell men you’ve come across, sweetheart.” He looked down at your body.

“Trust me, I would love to fuck your brains out. But not like this. That’s not why I bought you here.” His eyes connecting back with yours, he seemed to be telling the truth.

“Now put your shirt back on, cause I definitely can’t concentrate like that.” Slowly he took his hands off of you. Pressing your lips together, you took a deep breath and grabbed your shirt off the floor aggressively.

“Well why the hell are we here then?” You put your shirt back on and turned to him. Rubbing his facial hair, he looked a bit uncomfortable.

“I have to tell you something about your brother.”

“What?” You looked at him strangely.

“Aright, sit down.” He pointed at the bed against the wall.

“No, I don’t want to sit-“

“God dammit, Karina. Can’t you just listen to me once?!” He lost his temper quickly raising his voice. With a sigh you crossed your arms and sat down on the bed. He grabbed a stool and across from you unable to look you in the eye.

“Your brothers alive.” He started off bluntly.

“But....me and him had a bit of a....problem at one point.” You began to shake your leg nervously.

“What kind of problem?”

Negan looked up at you finding himself almost nervous to tell the truth. Never had he met a woman with such a strong character, let alone a woman he barely knew who made him nervous.

“See, at my sanctuary there’s some rules. Your brother....he broke one of them. So he faced some consequences.”

“And they were..? Let it out already.”

“He’s not gonna look exactly the way you remember him, sweetheart.”

“What the hells that suppose to mean?”

Negan put his head down before taking a deep breath.

“I put an iron to half of your brothers face-“

“You what?!” You stood up abruptly making Negan look up.

“Listen, if I would’ve known he was your brother I wouldn’t have-“

“You burned half his face off? You sick fuck!” You stared at him in disbelief and shock.

“What rule did he break for him to deserve that?”

“Shit.” Negan mumbled under his breath knowing you would only get angrier once he explained.

“He slept with my wife.” Negan blurt out making you frown in confusion.

“You’re married?”

“Not my wife, shit I mean... I have a few-“

“What?” He could hear the disgust and confusion in your voice.

“Look I have a few fucking women alright and the rule is they can’t sleep with anyone else. Your brother screwed Sherry and-“

“Sherrys there too? Wait Sherrys with you?” You moved towards him with your arms crossed.

“Wait you mean to tell me, you burnt half my brothers face off for screwing his own wife?”

Negan was silent as he looked up at you, you could tell there was regret in his actions but it didn’t matter. Unexpectedly you smacked him across the face and hard. He looked back at you with a smirk.

“Am I a dick if I say that kinda turned me on.” He chuckled.

“Pig. I can’t believe I almost let you sleep with me.”

“To be fair, he was warned there would be consequences.”

“Please.” You walked passed him towards the door when he caught your arm.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To find my brother.” You pulled your arm back roughly.

“And how the hell do you think you’re gonna do that without me? You don’t even know where the hell we are.” He stood up walking towards you.

“I’ll figure it out, I always do.”

He scoffed in response.

“Oh you always do huh.” He squinted his eyes looking down at you. He could see through your tough layer you’ve been let down a lot.

“Just let me take you in the damn car, it’s going to get dark and I don’t need your death on my conscience.”

“You think I can’t survive out there by myself at night? Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Negan didn’t know how to respond, he raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together.

“Fair enough. You’re still coming with me though.” He walked passed you leading the way out. Giving in without saying a word you got in the car and let him drive the rest of the way. The two of you did not speak, staring out at the road you didn’t notice him look over at you a few times. There was something he couldn’t explain about you that captivated his interest. There was more than just looks.

After an hour drive, he finally pulled up towards a gated area. Eager yet nervous to see your brother you got out of the car and quietly followed his lead.

“This better not be another set up or whatever.”

“You have my word, doll.” He responded without looking back.

Negan led you to a room with a desk, you sat on the chair patiently as he ordered one of the men to get your brother. Taking a deep breath you stood back up, pacing in the room waiting for your brothers arrival. That’s when you heard the doorknob turn. Dwight opened the door letting himself in, the first sight of him making your mouth drop.

“Karina...” he whispered as Negan stood outside peaking through the crack of the door.

“Oh Dwight..” tears formed in your eyes, his face partially destroyed. More than anything you were just happy to see him. Without warning you ran up to him and grabbed him as your sobs echoed in the room. Negan frowned, your tough layer easily cracked at the sight of your brother. This was the Karina he wanted to know.

“It’s okay little sis, I’m here.” Dwight held you as you composed yourself before looking up at him.

“Look what he did to you..” you whispered looking at his face, Negan looked down in shame hearing your words.

“It’s okay, don’t even worry about that. It was a long time ago.”

“And Sherry?”

“What happened with Sherry was a mutual agreement we had.” You shook your head looking up at him.

“Look Negan isn’t so bad. We have food, shelter, everything we need.”

“He’s still a dick,” you responded stubbornly.

“Where have you been?” Dwight asked with an arched brow.

“Some other group, they aren’t bad at all but I’ve mostly stayed to myself. Let’s go get Sherry, let’s get out of here.” You walked towards the door to find Negan on the other end unexpectedly. Sherry was standing down the hall with Simon, he had already requested for her when he returned. Negan stepped back and motioned for Sherry to go with Dwight. She quickly went in the room reuniting with Dwight privately as you stood outside giving them privacy. Negan stared at you for a moment before you turned to walk away.

“Woah. Don’t I get a thank you?”

“You’re joking right?” You responded without turning to him, not knowing where to go you walked through the first door you saw.

“Where the hell are you going?” He spoke loudly making you turn to him.

“I’m trying to get the hell away from you!” You yelled back at him.

“Why? Afraid you might still want me?” He teased getting closer to you.

“Nobody wants you.” You responded low.

“Im sorry, what was that sweetheart?” He leaned his ear towards you.

“I said nobody wants you.” You spoke louder but he could sense the bullshit in your voice, hell you even thought you didn’t sound convincing. Who were you kidding?

“Admit it, Karina. You’re pissed at what I did but you still want me to fuck you. Hell I think you might even wanna get a little rough on me.”

“You know what?” You yelled at him but suddenly got lost in the look in his eyes. A look of excitement with a grin, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

“What?” He spoke in a whisper, his face close to yours when you suddenly grabbed him and began to kiss him. The both of you stumbling against the wall as you pushed his leather jacket off.

“Oh yeah baby,” he muttered as he watched you unbuckle his belt.

“Shut up.” You responded unzipping his pants.

“Yes mam.” He watched you get on your knees as you pushed his pants down far enough to reveal his cock to you. Looking up into his eyes you slowly took all of him in your mouth. He closed his eyes throwing his head back, a rough moan escaping his lips. You felt him grow harder in your mouth making you moan excitedly. Feeling the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat his hips jerked against you. You began pushing down your pants before you stood up, his body still reacting to what your tongue was doing to him.

“Well-“ you stood before him with your hands on your hips.

“It’s your turn to take charge asshole.” His heart racing, he chuckled.

“Oh I’m an asshole?”

“Yes- oh!” You screamed not expecting him to aggressively pick you up and slam you down on the table.

“I’m an asshole?” He looked down at you with playful eyes before grabbing your face and kissing you. His lips never leaving yours as he placed himself between your legs and thrusted his hips against you. In that moment you didn’t care about what he did or who he was, all your mind was wrapped around was the intense pleasure building up inside you. For so long you yearned for sexual pleasure, you moaned into his lips as he continued to thrust. His lips trailing to your jaw and down to your neck when Negan noticed Simon at the door quietly closing it. A devilish silent grin on Negans face as Simon chuckled closing the door.

Simon walked down the hall as Dwight stepped out of the room with Sherry.

“Where’s Karina?” Simon raised his brows scratching the side of his head.

“I don’t know man, I saw her go that way.” Simon responded pointing in the opposite direction of where you both were actually in.

Screaming in pleasure feeling him continue to thrust deeply, you felt his body tightly pressed against yours. The temperature of your bodies rising from the arousal and movements you both made.

“I’m still an asshole?” He whispered breathlessly looking down at you.

“Yes-“ you responded cutting yourself off with a moan.

“Yeah but I’m an asshole that makes you cum,” he ran his fingers through your hair, roughly pulling it as he moved faster. Your eyes rolling back, you screamed as bursts of pleasure ran throughout your entire body. How could

you argue with him, he didn’t know you but he knew how to make your body feel good just as you did with him. Quickly he pulled out and you watched him release himself all over your inner thigh. His moans were deep as you spread your legs wider for him, his cock pressed against your thigh you passed your finger over his cum and stuck it in your mouth.

“Oh yeah...” he whispered when suddenly a loud knock on the door made you jump.

“Karina are you in there?!” You gasped hearing your bothers voice. Negan chuckled watching you jump off the table and quickly clean yourself off. Nonchalantly he picked up his pants watching you fix yourself nervously.

“Hurry up!” You whispered as you fixed your hair.

“You’re a big girl sweetheart, you can fuck who you want.” His words slowing you down, he was right.

“I’ll be right there, Dwight!” You yelled towards the door.

“You’re going to let them go right?” You whispered looking up at Negan.

“Of course as long as I have that sweet pussy.”He asked with a smirk.

“You’re such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes playfully before walking to the door with Negan behind you.

“Sorry-“ you opened the door to find Dwight, his eyes instantly looking at you strangely with Negan behind you.

“What are you doing here with him?” Dwight asked before he looked up at Negan.

“Oh I was just showing her some things she could use.” Negan subtly reached for your ass, giving it a tight squeeze he made you jump with a gasp.

“You ok?” Sherry asked raising a brow.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great. Listen I’ll meet you guys out front.”

“And what do you have to talk about here with Negan?” Dwight asked defensively.

“You do know he’s the one who bought me here right. Relax, we’ve already spoken much more than you know.” Dwight looked over at Negan before silently walking away with Sherry.

“Way to go Karina.” Negan teased before you turned to him and shoved him playfully.

“Don’t do that in front of my brother.”

“Hey-“ Negan laughed lifting up his hands.

“Can you blame me?”

“Seriously, if you want any of this again you’ll listen to me.” Negan licked his bottom lip in response.

“You got it, doll.” You walked out leaving Negan speechless and wanting more and he knew the feeling was mutual.

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