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libby-is-a-idoit · 2 years

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Ming X kid reader

PART THREE BABY!!

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Mei and y/n have a conversation that makes both of them close together again.. while the lee family is getting ready for the red moon ritual y/n must find away to get close to her family again..but after Ming's red panda is released..who knows if anything can be saved..

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Uhhhh you know..I'm not sure..but,uh yeah!!

-disclamer!- I'm pretty sure this is the last part..so,by all means..here is part one and two!!! Thank you all for the amazing support..this has to be one of the best moments in any of my writing history!! <33

1) https://libby-is-a-idoit.tumblr.com/post/679556122208878592/ming-x-kidreader-description-you-are-mei

2)https://libby-is-a-idoit.tumblr.com/post/679736517598609408/libby-is-a-idoit

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I'm sorry mom..

Soft knocks were at your door.. you looked up to see Mei Mei at your door,she looked sad..almost like she was about to cry, "can I come in?" She asked rubbing the back of her neck "as long as your not gonna yell at me..I'm so sick of it.." you said softly not having much voice to talk, Mei Mei walked and sat down in your desk chair facing you "you know y/n..I never ment what I said to you.." she said looking embarrassed at her past fights with you.. "your my sister/brother..and I'm your sister..were supposed to be here for each other..but I was just really frustrated..and I'm sorry.." she said as her eyes became to become glossy with tears.

"Mei Mei.." you said moving up towards her..not by much..but enough to know you trusted her.. "I'm not gonna do the ritual." She said looking up at you "what??!!" You said shocked at her words "I know the pandas dangerous but it's apart of me now,I love my panda..it's who I am..it's just..mother and grandma will be so disappointed.." she said looking down in udder sadness,sure Mei had a fear of disappointment, especially to our mom,but she needed to start thinking for herself..and if that ment living with the panda then so be it.

"mom found me sneaking out tonight..I was just at Tyler's party, having fun you know.. everyone was,I didn't even hurt anyone..well..kinda.." she said softly as you could hear the lump in her throat "I fucked up my friendship with everyone,I loved my friends,but I couldn't disappoint mom.." she said now crying "then all I thought of was you y/n..you tried so hard,but never made it good enough,but here I am, perfect little Mei Mei,I see why you have a thing agents mom..." She said,her words barely not making sense due to her crying "I just..I just wanna be like you y/n..not perfect,not getting made fun of by people, doing good in the things you want to do, having fun in school.." she said looking up at you,you shocked and a tad bit angery you understood what she was saying,but you always wanted to be her.."Mei,I hate myself,I wanna have mom say she's proud of me,I wanna be smart and not struggle,sure I have some popularity in school,but not enough to be known by it,I always wanted to be you,small group of friends who love me for who I am,good at everything,and anything,I have never been good enough for mom..and that's why..that's why she goes hard on you, because one of us has to be perfect.." you said looking at her and saying what you always wanted to say,Mei Mei looked at you now sobbing,face red,you started to cry as well,her panda form came out as you went up to her and gave her a hug,she hugged you back, something siblings did,but somehow you to grew apart and never really did.. "what are you gonna tell mom about the whole panda thing..?" You said pulling away and looking at her "I'm not,I'm gonna go through with it,but I'm just not getting rid of it,I'll pretend, and then after that,I'm gonna go to the skydome" she said softly at the last part, fearing to be heard "why their?" You asked, actually confused why she would go to the skydome out of all places "4*town duh!" She said smiling "really-" you said now looking at her sarcastically as she laughed,she proofed and went back to her normal self "then meilin lee I might have to tag along with you" you said smiling and laughing "oh no y/n lee you can't you said you'd rather lick the Walmart floor then see them in real life " she said laughing at her words as you did as well,you secretly liked 4*town,but for your sister to know that, would be embarrassing.

"I'm gonna head to bed..I'm tired,I cried alot today.." you said yawing in your words "ah fair enough,I'm gonna go read,or draw or something,I don't wanna sleep-" she said laughing softly,she got up and walked to the door of your bedroom and opend the door "night y/n..love ya" she said looking back "night night Mei Mei..love ya to" you said smiling at her as she left and closed your door..

~~~~~~~~~~~~the night of the red moon~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Jim clear the table!" Grandma yelled at dad who was busy off looking at something,you were helping Mei Mei get ready, "are you sure about this?" You said tying the piece of fabric that would hold everything together "y/n,I know what I'm doing! Trust me.." she said looking at you from the mirror she stood in front of "you scared..?" You asked fixing her hair "oh I'm terrified..but,it's what I want.." she said putting a flower in her hair "I gotta leave the room now,mom said I can't be in the room with you just incase I basically mind control you or something" you said putting your hands on mei's shoulders and smiling "oh dear god" she said laughing at your words,she turned around and hugged you "I wish you luck Mei Mei,if you get nervous,just find me,I'll be watching"you said hugging her back "I know y/n,now run before she sees you!" Mei said laughing as you quickly left you walked down the hallway as your mother gave you a horrible glare "stay away for meilin, Tonight can't go bad!"she said yelling at you "I know,I'm staying in the house so I don't screw up your night that much go perfect" you said spitting poison at her as you walked to the living room.

She looked at you but said nothing,and went to Mei's room, after everyone left the house,you snuck out to go see it,you were not supposed to be there but you said in the back knowing no one could see you,Ming would kill you if she saw you watching the ritual,you watched as the circle started to glow and Mei started to float up in the air,she locked eyes with you,she looked scared,but knew what to do..you gave a thumbs up as she looked like she had been knocked out.

5 minutes..5 minutes is all it took..pink smoke went everywhere and everyone was coughing due to it "wha..what happened??!!" Grandma said sitting up and rushing towards Mei Mei "it's ok meilin we can do it again,places everyone!!" Ming said scared and worried out of her mind,"no!" Mei said pulling away from everyone to the middle of the road.."I'm going to the concert! Y/n let's go!" Mei Mei yelled as you rushed out of your hiding spot and you both ran,but before you could run,Ming grabed ahold of your arm "what do you think your doing??!! You messed this all up!!" She said yelling at you,you tugged but it didn't work,"I'm doing something that a good sister would do!" You yelled and pushed your mom to the ground,she let go as you ran to catch up to Mei Mei,it was a struggle getting in to the skydome with you but you manage to figure it out,you both fell to where mei's friends were standing,you had only met them a couple times,they liked you,but also saw you as another little perfect lee, "what are you doing here!??" Priya said looking at the two of you "what about the ritual??" Abby said shocked "I couldn't do it,the panda is who I am..and so are you guys!" Mei said walking to towards them as Miriam walked backwards "well you did,so to bad!" She said as mei's tamagotchi could be heard "Mri don't try and hide it,you miss Mei,you've been taking care of that thing like it's your child,just own it!" Abby said violently "I..Uhm..here" Miriam said taking mei's tamagotchi out of her pocket and giving it back to her, "4*town.. forever?" Mei said softly "4*town forever.." the three of them said hugging Mei as you stayed to the side, you turned around to see..they one and only.."Tyler??!!" You shouted pointing at him as the group looked up and saw her "Tyler??!! Who's Tyler?!!" He said trying to hide himself as the group pulled him in and asked him so many questions.

Soon what could be seen on the big ass screen was a countdown getting ready for the band to show up,we all moved towards the stage to see the band rise from cages,we were all crying as they introduced themselves and started to sing,it only got better as they magically got wings are flew out towards the crowd,the 6 of us started to move closer,Mei tried to get closer to touch one of the members hands but unfortunately,their just so happened to be the worlds largest red panda standing outside looking through the roof "Mei Mei! Y/n!!" She yelled "mom??!!" You and Mei said at the same time looking at each other and Ming saw both of you and broke the roof,the poor band was just stuck in the air as this huge PANDA was looking for the two kids in the audience you ran but Mei was caught, fortunately tho she could turn in to a panda,you couldn't and you needed to get away,like now.

You hid behind a broken area that no one could see,Ming was having a fight with Mei as your father and auntie's AND grandma ran in to the skydome to help,they all went to their places as your father started making a big ass circle out of chalk to do the ritual mei's job was to distract Ming and keep her in the circle that ment Mei Mei could do what ever she wanted and she did,she started dancing and then started shaking her booty like their was no tomorrow you yelled from your place you were hiding "YES GET IT MEI MEI!! SHAKE THAT ASS!!" you yelled as you stayed where you were,you couldn't defend yourself,Mei kinda could,but after a few seconds your mom fell to the ground, basically being knocked out.. you watched as Mei tried to pull mom in to the circle, you rushed out to help,their wasn't much you could do,but you needed to help.. soon before you new it basically all your family and turned in to the panda, pulling and singing..not knowing what to do you tried to sing along but then mei's group started singing nobody like you,and one moment two groups were singing,but one thing led to another..and the band,who basically had just been tortured due to the giant panda you looked up as you and Mei started to tear up it didn't take long before somehow everything went white..

You were in this bamboo Forest..lost,not knowing what to do..you just started to walk.. to where,you didn't know,but,you did..before you knew it,you saw your grandmother and auntie's waiting at this big window, everyone had red hair.. except you.. everyone had a panda.. except you..you got weird stairs considering you didn't know how exactly you got there but you managed to get there soon before you knew it mom and Mei walked towards the group on women and yourself,..Ming was crying,and Mei was comforting her.. Mei let go and moved to your side..Ming and her mom hugged,Ming apologized but grandma just said..I'm your mom..don't apologize..Ming pulled back and saw you..she looked at you with sad eyes.."y/n.." she said walking towards you ,you did as well, you pulled her in for a hug.. "I'm so sorry y/n..I'm so sorry for what I did...I never ment to hurt you like this.." she said crying as she spoke,it didn't take long before you did as well.. "mom..I'm so sorry for what I said..but I think we should apologize after.." you said pulling away and pointing to the red moon that was almost gone,you and her both walked through,you watched as her panda flew away..when you walked in..their was nothing...

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Hi,I'm y/n lee,and my life up until last month was so crazy!! First,my twin sister Mei turned in to a panda! Then she started rebelling against our crazy mom,oh yeah,mom,me and her have always been..well we have never had a good relationships to say the least.. but after Mei Mei turned,she started to grow closer to me,to the say the least,some ugly words were exchanged, and a big fight that happened!! Everyone calls it panda apocalypse 2002 but,we all just call it growing pains..

Mei Mei was able to become herself..sure,she still had better marks them you,but eh that's ok,mom started to finally except that you're not meilin no matter how hard she trys..but she knows that you are who you are..and she loves you no matter what,and for you and Mei Mei? Well the both of you couldn't be closer! You slowly started to hangout with her group of friends,and they loved you, especially Priya,you two were very close,due to your love of books!!

Sometimes you wished things went back to normal..but you also knew that you had trauma to get through and so did ming..

But you finally started to be happy once again...

#turning red #turning red x reader #priya turning red #turning red ming lee #mei mei #miriam turning red #abby turning red

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summerlovingbaby · 2 years

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Traitor Part 5

part one// part two// part three// part four

“ Are you hungry?” Yagi asked. When he got no response he began to speak to fill up the awkward energy that stuffed the air in the car ride. They still had about a hour ride until they got to UA. And had just finished putting 3 hours behind them. Y/N still hasn’t said a word. “ Who am I kidding, you can eat at UA, you probably just want to get home as soon as possible.” He paused, waiting for a response, but sighed when he got none. “ You really not going to talk to me... huh?” he asked.

Y/N wanted to talk, he really did. But she couldn’t find the words. She also couldn’t find her voice to speak. She was afraid that if she tried, nothing would come out but useless grumbles and maybe a fly. She really did want a burger and some fries, but the though of eating made her feel violently ill. She hadn’t digested solid food in weeks, and all this sudden commotion, that being uprooted, taken out of her semi comatose state, and being in a high moving vehicle, made her kind of irritated and desprately craving a nap.

“ I understand that you’re upset, I really do, but I really do think that you should eat something. I could get you a smoothie, do you like smoothies?” he waited again. “ Or some water... or soda... juice even?” He didn’t wait for a response. “ The doctor said that you should be eating a drinking to get your weight back up... to get you stronger, get you back in fighting shape.” He made eye contact with Y/N who simply looked away. “ All your friends miss you, even Professor Ai-” he started to say, but then he looked at Y/N who’s look could shatter glass. He simply just turned on the radio in response.

Y/N really wanted to cover her ears, from the loud overstimulating music, but she couldn’t because she was trying to prove a point, and be petty. If she covered her ears then that mean she awknolded Yagi’s exsitance and that simple wouldn’t do. Instead she just lulled herself into a light sleep, occasionally jolting awake when the car made slight and sudden movements.

About 45 minutes later, Y/N and Toshinori arrived at UA. And before she knew it she stumbled her way to the entrance, and was looking at the doors. As she approached she stopped just shy of the doors and began to shiver.

Yagi had already opened the door and expected for Y/N to follow, but when she didn’t he looked back at her. To see her stressed and confused, trying to hold herself by duct tape that is no longer sticky.

“ Come on.” Yagi coaxed. “ You can do it.”

“ I can’t do this.” she collapsed to her knees. “ They all hate me, all my friends hate me.”

“ Y/N-”

“ I.... I..... I wanna go home, I wanna see my grandma....but...but..but even she won’t see me. I can’t go back there, I can’t see them, they think that I betrayed them.”

“ Y/N... I really think you should rest. You’ve been through alot.” he coaxed her up, and tried to coax her into the building but that proved more difficult than the latter. She wasn’t actively resiting, but she wasn’t that much of a help either. Her body was limp and weak and frail, and she was too busy crying to notice much of anything let alone the fact that she was now inside, being carried by her former teacher.

Next thing she knew she was outside the common room. She managed to stop crying, but she was tired, angry and sad. Not to mention her senses and emotions were overdrive. Sure the building, she knew how it felt but it was still it was alot. After being locked up and doing nothing all day, but watching paint dry, the lights, the constant sounds and movement, made her on edge.

He finally sat her down outside the common room, and patted her head gently.

“ I seem to have forgot your room key in the lounge. “ he spoke awkwardly. “ I’m going to go grab the key for you. Maybe you grab a water and a granola bar?” Y/N only looked at him with wide meek eyes. “ Please, listen kid I know you don’t want to, but it’ll make you feel better.

She quietly nodded, and stumbled her way in the common room. She chose not to turn on the lights. She could still see granted, but not very much. She thought about drinking some water for a total of 30 seconds and and eating for a total of 7. She decided that she was going to lie on the floor and sleep, and then All Might would carry her back to her room, and then she would start tomorrow better off. But then suddenly the lights popped on.

“ SURPRISE?” Yelled all class of 1-A.

Y/N slapped her hands to her ears and slammed her eyes shut. She fell to her already bruised knees.

“ Too much, too loud, please.” she begged over and over again like a mantra.

After a few secconds of awkward silence, she peaked her eyes open and winced.

“ Y/N.” Izuku spoke. “ I’m so glad to see you!” He was making his way over to her.

“ Stay the hell away from me!” Y/N muttered.

“ What was that?” he asked.

“ STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” She yelled.

“ Y/N-”

“ No, no, no... I don’t want to hear it, not from you.” she pointed at a shocked Izuku. She managed to stand, swaying slightly but standing. Izuku- hell the whole class was a bit stressed, and scared. “ Not from you, or you, or you, or you.” she pointed to Sero, Bakugou, Iida, Mina and a few other classmates.

“ Y/N-” Mina started.

“ You thought I was the traitor. You sent me to prison. You let me ROT, for three freaking months, you let me rot in that place.” she began to shake, it remains unclear weather it was from stress , sadness, anger or weakness. Probably some combo of all 4.

“ You know what?” Mineta started, he appeared from somewhere in the crowd. “ I heard that when people get out of jail, they are insasiable.” Mineta tried to make a seductive face, but missed the mark by about 20 paces.

“ Say something stupid one more time, and I’ll hit you so hard that I will send you to hell.” He inched closer in response.

“ Then why don’t you baby. I really want to sin.”

And with that Y/N lost her last, and already very short nerve. She raised her leg behind him, and kicked him so hard he went flying across the room and straight into a wall, that cracked underneath the pressure, when his body hit it. He landed face first on the ground with a loud and audible thud. She lost her balnce and stumbled backwards before regaining her balance.

“ Y/N... I understand that you are upset. But I have to condone this violence.” Iida spoke. He was walking closer to her. Why did people keep insisting on doing that. Despite the large and open room, she felt cramped.

“ You... have to condone violence... YOU? “ she said turning to him. “ YOU almost killed someone, you WOULD HAVE. BUT YOU DIDN’T, BECAUSE I STOPPED YOU. So I don’t want to hear ANYTHING from you. “

He promptly backed up in response.

“ Y/N why don’t you calm down-” Bakugou started. He too started to move closer, and Y/N let him.

“ You want me to calm down. Do you have any idea what they did to me in that place. ANY AT ALL.”

“ Y/N-” Sero started, but it’s like she couldn’t hear os see anything but Bakugo who she chose to target her rage on to.

“ You compared me to my father, you compared me to that man. And you know exactly what he did to my mother, what he did to me! 6 freaking years, we’ve been friends for 6 whole years and you betrayed me. You thought I was the traitor. YOU RUINED MY LIFE” she was in a primal state of rage, and now white hot tears rolled down her face. He was now in grabbing distance, so she seized him by the collar of his shirt and swung him as far away from her as she could. c “ Stay the hell away from me!”

Sero made a lunge at her, attempting to tackle her to the ground. It was a bad choice really, because when he got within kicking distance, he got a swift kick to the forehead, and a knee to the forehhead. Granted there was hardly any power behind it, but he was more taken back at the principal of the thing.

“ Y/N.” Denki started.

“ Don’t start with me, none of you start with me! ”she yelled . “ Please.” it came off as a beg more than anything.

Iida and Mina tried to inch closer , in response she grabbed a knife that was sitting on the kitchen counter, and waved it around aimlessly. Everyone took a collective 3 steps away.

“ YOU RUINED MY LIFE, ALL OF YOU RUINED MY LIFE.”

“ Y/N... honey.. your life isn’t ruined, we know you aren’t the traitor.” Momo spoke calmly.

“ YOU CAN’T WASH THE STINK OFF NOT WHEN IT’S ON YOU THAT BAD.”

“ You should take a sip of water and lie down.” Todoroki spoke calmly.

“ Shut-up IcyHot.” She quipped back.

Iida tried to inch closer.

“ Stay. The. Hell. Away. From. Me.” she spoke, gripping the knife tighter.

Iida didn’t listen and still continued to walk. In response without thinking the knie flew from her hands, and was aimed directly at Iida, who narrowly dodged it, and implanted itself in the wall behind him. Iida stumbled back in response, and Y/N slapped a hand to her mouth in response. Deku lunged at her, realizing that she was dangerous, and with his quirk he managed to grab at her arm.

She hissed in pain and Deku pulled back. He looked at her arm, and then really looked at her.

“ Look at Deku, still pretending to to be the hero.”

“ Y/N what happened to you?”

“ You’re nothing but a big fat pathetic fake.”

“ Y/N-” Bakugo whispered.

“ Bakugo, stupid and weak.”

“ Y/N what happened to you?”

“ Prison happened to me. YOU ALL HAPPENED TO ME.”

It was now that everybody noticed Y/N’s decrepit state. Her skin was covered in goosebumps like she was cold, but still in a layer of sweat. She had a miscolored purple, green, and yellow bruise on the bend of her elbow that was starting bleed, where her IV was. She had bruised and cuts scattered all over her skin. And if they could see her fingertips they would see that most of her fingernails were missing. She looked like she lost most of her musle mass and almost all of her body weight. There were bruises on her wrist. She was swaying lightly and looked like a strong breeze would blow her over, and if you looked close enough there was a handprint around her neck. Her face was red and wet from crying. Her eyes were bright red, and her lips were so chapped they were peeling. Her breath was ragged and she was wheezing whenever she tried to take a particularly large one. Her hair was clumped, dry and matted. And upon further realization, she was holding herself, in a tight hug. She was trying to soothe herself.

She kept telling people away, but what se wanted more than anything was a hug. She hadn’t been hugged in so long, and she desperately needed to be held, and cared for. But she was pushing everyone away, because she was so angry and full of spite she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“ Y/N-” Bakugo started

“ You want happened to me? I’ll tell you what happened to me. They handcuffed me to a wheelchair, pumped me so full of drugs that I couldn’t think of my first name or see 2 feet in front of me. But that’s only after they question you- interrogate you. Trying to get information from you by any means. ANY MEANS. I haven’t had any solid food in MONTHS, and I- I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.” He hands flew to her scalp, gripping her hair. “ I can’t think, I can’t breathe. I’m never going to be a hero, I’m just... alone. “ The last bit came out as broken, and more of a begging whimper.

She began to fall apart, crumbling to her knees like a old cracker. She looked so pathetic, and stressed. Crying and sobbing, grapping at her cheat and throat like she needed air. It was clear that she needed comfort but no one approached her, the class wanted to, but they were honestly afraid to.

Suddenly the door burst open. It was Kirishima, holding two plates of cake.

“ Y/N/N” He eyes flew up at the sound of his voice.

“ Kirishima?” she whispered.

@kiribakuslilpebble @un-limit-edd @ultrahugakitten @ jmook423 @ anonymousbabygirl13-blog @ power-house-fan12 @imunderurbed

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candyredmusings · 2 years

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Red Riding Hood (2011) Sentence Starters.

Feel free to change pronouns and gendered terms as you see fit.

“Full moon. Lock up tonight.”

“We lived on the edge of a dark forest. Few knew our village by name...”

“My mother always told me, ‘don't talk to strangers.’“

“I tried to be a good girl and do what she said.”

“Believe me, I tried.”

“Do you have the knife?”

“I know good girls aren't supposed to hunt rabbits...”

“But since we were kids, he always had a way of making me wanna break the rules.”

“Give me that.”

“What will you give me for it?”

“Well, my mother finally got what she wanted.”

“So, what do we do now?

“Run away with me.”

“I would do anything to be with you.”

“It killed again.”

“It's your sister.”

“[NAME] was a good girl.”

“But I barely know him.”

“You'll get to know him.”

“I was in love with another man.”

“We should count our blessings.”

“We kept our end of the bargain.”

“Let's kill that thing!”

“He'll rob us of our vengeance.”

“Maybe she snuck out to meet a boy.”

“[NAME] never even thought about boys.”

“She used to come by and follow him about like a puppy.”

“ She must have been heartbroken.”

“ How romantic.”

“You're the pretty one.”

“[NAME] always had his eye on you. You're the pretty one.”

“I know exactly why you're here.”

“If you love her... you'll let her go.”

“We can't do this anymore.”

“Don't make this something it's not.”

“Look, we had our fun. That's all it ever was.”

“ I made something for you.”

“ You will be happy again. I promise.”

“ There are so many things she didn't tell me.”

“ We all have secrets.”

“ Remember what my grandma used to say ...”

“ I don't want you to see me like this.”

“ Oh, please don't cry.”

“ You're my good girl.”

“ Keep your hands off her or I'll cut them off!”

“What's the matter with you? What do I have to do to make you stop?”

“I don't have to like her to get what I want from her.”

“ You're a terrible liar.”

“ I could eat you up.”

“ Don't you want me?”

“ The only life I want is with you.”

“ So where did you disappear to?”

“ You can't escape from me.”

“ Oh, my God. You can speak.”

“ You know my name.”

“ I know you well.”

“ Let me take you away.”

“ No, I'm nothing like you. You're a murderer.”

“ You're a killer too, aren't you?”

“ What is it, darling?”

“ I know you don't want me like that.”

“ You never know what someone is capable of.”

“ Our methods of pleasing God are sometimes flawed.”

“ We've all made sacrifices.”

“ That was very brave of you.”

“ She's in love with someone else.”

“ Are you accusing me of murder?”

“ It's time to put on your harlot's robe.”

“ I did my best to protect you.”

“ Even my friends stared, judging me.”

“ Maybe there was something dark inside of me.”

“ I didn't mean for this to happen.”

“ I want you to know that...you may have fooled [NAME]... but you don't fool me. Not anymore.”

“ You were always too good. Too pretty. Too perfect. You tricked us.”

“ Now you're gonna get what you deserve.”

“ No. I won't let you sacrifice yourself for us.”

“ I'll do what I have to do.”

“ I'll hurt you.”

“ I've been so disrespected. I've settled for far less than I deserve.”

“ After all these years of being so clever and so careful, I just lost control.”

“ There must be a God, because you're the devil.”

“ And you're the devil's daughter.”

“ Everything I knew was ripped apart.”

#rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence starters #inbox memes #inbox prompts #ask prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompts

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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I just think it would be cute if urban had a baby girl bc his mom passed away and he would have someone to look at everyday that reminded him of her. He would be so wrapped around her finger. My coworker who has a baby said that sometimes they will wake up not bc they’re hungry or need a diaper change but bc they just wanna be held. And urban would do just that for his baby. He would hold her at night and say “I can’t wait to tell you stories about grandma. She would have loved you so much. You even kinda look like her.” Ugh

🥺🥺🥺

It would be around 2am when your baby girl Lilly woke up Urban quickly got up he was glad you didn’t wake up he knew you needed rest and he was glad to be up with his baby girl anyways.

He coo’d at her once he got her from her crib and sat on the rocking chair with her close to his chest once she calmed down Urban smiled examining her face features.

“You look so much like your grandma my sweet girl I just know she would be eating you up right now.” Urban told Lilly even if she didn’t understand what he was saying he knew it was still important to talk to her.

“Daddy can’t wait to read books to you and take you to the park and record your first big girls steps it’s going to be amazing lil bub.” Urban coo’d at her as she squealed making Urban chuckle.

“You like the sound of all of that huh baby girl ? Well daddy can’t wait either but I know you aren’t having a boyfriend till you’re about 40.” Urban scolded her and she instantly started crying.

“Okay okay maybe at 16 you can have a boyfriend alright?” Urban spoke and Lilly immediately calmed down.

Urban spent the rest of the night attempting to sing to his baby girl till she slowly fell asleep.

#urban #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts

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graciegoeskrazy · 2 years

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right where you left me

Paring(s): Sebastian Stan x child!reader

Word count: 522 (shmall)

A/N: good idea. bad execution. I’m also not a gymnast I’m a dancer lol so I’m sorry if I get terms or something wrong tehe

Warnings: absent parents, brief mention of deceased mother, too many commas

He said he would make it. He promised he would make it. But then again, this isn’t the first time he broke a promise.

Every single time I’m on the floor, I look for him. 100 percent of the time, I spot my Grandmother. Less than 50 percent of the time, I spot my Father‘s face. I’m only 8 but at this point I should have lowered my expectations. My mother passed away when I was a toddler and my father is a super busy actor, so my grandmother takes care of me when he can’t. I absolutely love gymnastics. I’ve been doing it since I was 4 and I’ve now started competing! Today was state, the biggest competition I am able to compete in. It's a pretty big deal to my team and I so everyone was expected to bring their A-game.

I made it to my first event, floor. As soon as I came out I tried to find my dad and grandma, but couldn’t see them. I started in my pose at the corner of the mat, and started it out strong. Not even halfway through my routine, I notice my grandmother sitting on the bleachers. I also noticed my dad wasn’t next to her.

Thoughts race in my head. Maybe he’s just in the bathroom? Maybe he is just outside the door and running late? But in reality, he was nowhere near the gym. My grandmother caught sight of the frown appearing on my face and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ from across the gym. That was it. He really wasn’t there. I tried to continue the routine, but my body thought otherwise. I was stuck. Unable to move or continue. Fear and disappointment washed over me. The music keeps playing but I’m no longer doing the routine. I run off the mat crying and head towards the bathroom. I blew it. All because he wasn’t there. All because he didn’t show up. Like he promised.

…

I heard the door open and some distant chatter coming from the front room. It had to be him coming home. I pulled myself further under the covers dreading the conversation that was about to happen between me and him. I hear footsteps approaching, and a knock on my door.

“Y/n? Can I come in?”

He sounds gentle and calm. I obviously wasn’t expecting him to come screaming or something. It was his fault after all. But this is different. I responded with a simple “No.”

“Please, baby? I wanna talk to you.”

He opened the door a little more letting more light come into the dark room. I shrugged and hid deeper under the covers trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face. He crawled on the bed next to me, and pulled me in an embrace.

“I’m so sorry, y/n”

I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. Not after this.

“I was so sad daddy.”

“I know. I'm so sorry.”

“You promised me. You promised me you would be there!”

“I know. I messed up really bad.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too sweet girl.”

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citrus-simp · 3 years

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Hope everything is okay. I just wanted to say I love your writing and both blogs :) if you ever do open requests again, and even if you do you don’t have to write this. But how about a drabble of levi and his wife who have 2 sons and 1 daughter named Kutchel who is 3/4. Levi loves all his kids but kinda has a soft spot for kutchel🥺 and sometimes her brothers exclude her from play n are mean to her so she comes up to him trembling like “why won’t they play w me daddy”. Cue levi. Rest is up to u.

{AN}-> first of all, thank you so much for the love and support and of course for reading my work! And yes I am doing better thank you for the wishes! I am and ULTIMATE simp for papa Levi!

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"I'm home" Levi called out as he slipped out of his work shoes and hung his blazer

"Dad! Look what I won today at practice!"

"Dad look at the grade I got o my test today!" your sons yell as they ran to their father holding up objects for him to look at.

Your eldest Liam who was 8 showed him what his football coach gave him, at practice. He had done very well and had gotten a button that said MVP on it, he was very proud of himself. Eli, your younger son who was 6, wanted him to know how well he was doing in his classes. He was top of his class and loved to show you both how hard he worked

"Congrats to both of you, I'm proud of you both for working so hard," he said ruffling their hair, gaining a big smile from them both

"Welcome home, Levi" you popped in with Kutchel in your arms, pecking Levi's lips. Your youngest and only daughter, Kutchel. She was 3, and definitely had Levi wrapped around her little finger.

The thing was, not only was she named after his mother, she looked so much like her! Of course, she had certain things from you but her eye shape, and nose were from his mother. Unfortunately, Levi lost his mother before Kutchel was born. It took a toll on him, all the things she had done to care for him, her sacrifice, everything.

He felt as though he was never able to repay her. Next thing you know about a year later, you found out about your pregnancy, with your first girl. The day she was born, Levi felt something he never had before. It was almost like he had completely healed from his loss when he looked at her.

"Papa!" she reached out for her father to take her, which he gladly did

"Hey there princess," he said kissing her chubby cheek "what did you do today?"

"Me and mama went to the park and I fed the birdies," she said with a rosy smile.

"Oh look at you doing big girl things! I'm so proud of you princess." he smiled at her and raised her above his head. Her brothers watching a bit disappointed from a distance.

Did they hate their sister? No. Their parents taught them to respect and love their sister, which they did. But at their age, jealousy was something big among siblings. Seeing how their father would be more affectionate towards their sister made them feel different. They saw that their father would gravitate more to their sister than to them. Or he would put her first before them when asked to spend time with them.

Of course, you had noticed this way before time. You had asked him when you were pregnant with Eli that he wouldn't have favorites and love all your kids equally. You knew that could make a bad relationship with his kids and between siblings so you wanted to avoid it. Sometimes you'd step in and try to give your sons the same praise, but of course, they still wanted their father's attention.

"Liam why don't you go and find a nice place to put that MVP button in your room, like a trophy" you try and lighten the mood "and Eli, I'm sure I have a frame for that test of yours" thank the god it actually worked as both boys run in different directions for each of their own things to do.

"Levi, did you see the boys' accomplishments?' you ask

"Y/N, I know where you're going with this. I paid attention to all of them, Liam is doing great in football, and Eli is practically a genius," he said putting down Kutchel

"*sigh* I know I just-"

"Want no one hurt I know, well how about you meet me in the kitchen and we can talk it out alright? Kutchel sweetheart, why don't you go and play with your brothers while I talk with mommy okay?" he said ruffling her hair

" 'Kay!" she said running up the stairs to where she'd find her brothers most likely.

"And what would this talk be about?" you ask raising an eyebrow as his hands found your waist

"Oh just about how I have some time to kiss you properly~"

" 'iam" Kutchel said as she enters his room, Eli in the same as they played together "can I pway with you and E-i?"

"No Kutchel, go away" Liam sneered "we don't play with babies"

"I'm not a baby!" she pouted

"Go away Kutchel, you're not smart enough to play this game either way," Eli said motioning to the board where he and his brother were playing chess "Maybe dad wants your company" Eli may be smart but he also got his father's sassy mouth

"B-but I wanna pway with you" he pouted trying not to cry as she sniffed

"Kutchel just go away, ugh you're so annoying when you cry"

"Yeah, and only babies cry."

"I-I not...a-a baby," she said as tears pooled in her eyes, of course, they would tease her playfully at times but this time Kutchel really did feel hurt

"Whatever, the only reason gives you so much attention is 'cause you were a mistake and he doesn't want you feeling bad" Eli sneered without thinking

"N-not true!" she stopped her feet as tears started to fall from her eyes, but she just couldn't handle any more ridicule from her brothers and left.

Meanwhile, you and Levi were in the kitchen caught in a makeout session when you heard a certain someone crying "Papa, mommy!"

It wasn't a regular call, she sounded hurt and heartbroken causing you both to separate quickly

"Kutchel, sweetheart what happened?" you ask as you kneel down and she crashes into your arm and lets out all her tears. Levi kneels beside you and strokes her back trying to comfort her some more

"P-papa, why won't 'iam let me play?" she asked her father as she peaked from your shoulder "T-they say I was a mistake.." she sniffed and you swore you could see the fire in his eyes. You stood up with Kutchel in your arms as Levi shot up and walked towards the stairs

"Levi! Levi, keep your anger in control, don't you dare-"

"Y/N, I won't do anything brash, but they can't say crap like that. I for sure didn't raise them this way. Just watch Kutchel, I'll talk to the boys"

Levi would NEVER lay a hand on his kids, but you didn't want him scolding either. However, they couldn't just say what they wanted to their sister thinking it was okay. Especially to the point of her crying.

"Come on baby, let's go watch the birds outside okay?"

Meanwhile, Levi is now knocking on Liam's door "Liam, Eli, come downstairs" he said while taking the lead waiting on them. He sat in a chair in front of the sofa and watched his sons take a seat. They looked like they knew what happened...

"Is there something you want to tell me? Like why Kutchel came to us crying? Asking if she was a mistake?" he said with a firm voice but not yelling at them. But enough to let them know he was very serious about the situation. Eli started to fidget with his fingers while looking down in his lap. Liam keeps eye contact with his father trying to keep a straight face.

"We didn't want to play with her so we said that so she'd leave..." Liam said

"That doesn't justify calling her a mistake. All three of you are here because your mother and I wanted you and we were happy as hell to have all of you."

"Even if you wanted all of us, it's not like you love all of us the same" Eli said crossing his arms

"Eli, that isn't-"

"you always put her first. Even if we come to you, whenever she comes you act more affectionate and happy with her just existing"

"We always have to do something just to get your attention...it sucks dad..." Liam added, "why can't you just love us how you love her?"

Levi was honestly hurt. He didn't want this to happen. He loved his sons to the moon and back. Maybe it was true that Kutchel got more attention from him but it didn't mean he didn't love them

"Boys, do you remember grandma?" Levi asked relaxing his posture a bit. Both boys nodded "Well, your sister looks a lot like my mother, it's why we gave her that name. I think I got attached to her in a way to cope with losing her. But I never want you to think I don't love you." he said kneeling in front of the two children

"The day you were both born were two of my happiest moments. You know I cried the first time you walked to me, Liam? And the day you told off Hanji made me laugh, Eli" he shared with them "I love Kutchel, but I also love you both to the end of my days. But I am sorry." he apologized opening his arms for them.

Hopping off the couch they have a warm group hug

"Alright, you two. I apologized but you still have some apologizing to do with your mother and sister," he said taking their hands and walking to the back porch where you sat with Kutchel

Levi clears his throat "You and Kutshcel have some visitors" he said with a nod to his hands

"Oh? What would these visitors like to say?" you ask in hope of a good outcome

"We're sorry we were mean to you Kutchel" Eli started

"Yeah, we didn't mean it, really. We were a little jealous but we never meant to hurt you. We love you" Liam followed

Kutchel pouted, not making eye contact "Really?" she asked

"Really really." they both offer a smile Kutchel jumps up from your arms and runs to hug her brothers. Walking over to Levi you kiss his shoulder and say

"Guess you'll be getting a reward for this accomplishment~"

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Showing the Bird

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you have fun reading it!

Summary: Spencer's daughter always is quick to pick things up she shoudn't do, this includes a certain gesture with her hand and middle fínger.

Warnings: A kid showing her middle finger

Wordcount: 1.6k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

Spencer is a technophobe. That’s why (Y/N) has limited access to any kind of electronics, which is a good thing for a three year old. The only sort she is allowed to use is the TV in the living room and even there her choices are limited to the several DVDs the little family owns and cable TV. Emily is in the process of persuading him to get a subscription to a streaming service for (Y/N)’s sake.

“Ok, Sweetheart. One hour of TV today before eating dinner and getting ready for bed, like we negotiated”, Spencer reminds his daughter before turning it on a kid’s channel. She nods, already engrossed by Peppa Pig hanging up on that sheep for being able to whistle.

Earlier the two Reids made a deal: If (Y/N) got all the states and their capitals right, she is allowed one hour of television. This may sound like he forced her to learn this information, but it’s really just a way to stimulate her brain and the toddler is eager to learn. Spencer only has to make it look like she has a gain in it.

The young doctor doesn’t like to leave his kid alone while watching TV. It’s not because he can’t leave her on her own for a few minutes. Spencer wants full control over what (Y/N) sees and what not. Especially he can tell what effects something has on a child and he doesn’t want her exposed to things she shouldn’t be subjected to at her age.

“Daddy, why are the animals talking to each other? I know they are translating all languages to us, but a pig speaks not sheep language.” Spencer is slightly baffled at her question. It’s mostly cute that she explains most things to herself in such a plausible way.

“Uhm, well Sweetheart. You have to-” Saved by the bell. Or more like the ring of his cellphone. Still he hesitates to get it. It’s Morgan, who probably calls because the team needs help with the case.

Spencer had to stay behind for this one, because he planned on taking his vacation days with (Y/N) to fly up to Las Vegas to visit her grandma. But Diana spontaneously took the opportunity to go on a trip with the sanctorium. Now the two do all the things they don’t have the time for in their regular day.

They already were at the aquarium, visited three different museums and even went to the movies once to watch the latest disney movie. Spencer really had to keep himself from pointing out the inaccuracies to not spoil (Y/N)’s fun.

Now the father debates taking the call. He doesn’t want to leave his daughter alone while the TV is on, but also doesn’t want to talk about a case right in front of her. The option of turning the TV off is also from the table, because this would be just plain mean.

So he answers it, afraid that the voicemail will turn on. “Hey Morgan, wait a second, I’ll have to leave the room”, then he puts his hand over the speaker and turns to the toddler. “Sweetheart, I have to talk to your Uncle Derek real quick. I’ll be right back.” She nods and goes back to her cartoon.

But while her father is in the room next door, the audio gets awfully quiet. Frustrated, because she isn’t able to understand properly what they are saying, (Y/N) looks for the remote. And there it is, waiting patiently for her and her little toddler hands.

But instead of turning the volume up, she accidentally changes the channel to an old cop movie. Curious about what is happening on the screen, the girl leaves it on for a few seconds. Upon entering a room, another man greets him with his middle finger raised. (Y/N) looks at her own and tries to copy that movement. On the third try she kind of gets it.

Getting bored of not knowing what the plot of the movie is, she turns it back on the cartoon she watched earlier and settles back down on her little chair next to the table full of books (Spencer put it there to avoid her sitting too close to the TV and straining her eyes while watching her shows, the distance is perfectly measured).

Just as (Y/N) sits down Spencer re-enters the living room, feeling relieved because he was able to help his team. “Hey Sweetie, is everything alright?” Happily she nods, showing him the bird.

Spencer’s face? Just imagine the shook Pikachu. “(Y/N)! You don’t do that! This is really mean!” He tells her in a stern voice. Where did she learn that from? He doesn’t know it, but the genius is almost a 100% sure she saw someone on the street doing it, (Y/N) always was quick to pick things like these up.

The toddler looks at him with a sad face, close to tears. “I-i-i didn’t know. I’m sor-sorry”, she says, beginning to cry. Oh no, this is not what Spencer was aiming for. “No no no, don’t cry. It’s alright. I’m not mad at you. You just don’t do this, people can get really hurt by your gesture.”

After calming her down, he thinks of something they can do outside of their apartment, to forget the little incident. “Do you wanna go to the office with me? All your aunts and uncles are going to get there soon and maybe we can go eat dinner with them?” Excited by the thought of seeing her family, (Y/N) nods and jumps up to get her own little go bag.

It’s a bright pre-packed backpack with small coloring books, normal books, pencils and other knick knacks she might need when she goes out with her father. The only thing that they have to put in is her favorite stuffed animal of the day. They call it like Spencer’s work bag, because the toddler once overheard the word at the office and refused to call it something different than his.

“Hey, look at who decided to give us a little visit!” Penelope exclaims as soon as the team leaves the elevator. (Y/N) tries to keep up with her preppy step, desperately holding onto her hand to not lose her.

As they finally come to a halt in front of everybody, the little girl smiles sweetly at them. “Hi”, she says in the most adorable voice. But instead of doing her usual wave, she raises her small hand with her middle finger standing out.

You just hear a faint “NOO!” and a crashing noise before Spencer comes along in a jog. He scoops his daughter up, looking her into the eyes. He takes a few steps away from where the team is standing.

“(Y/N), what did we say about this gesture”, he asks her in a serious tone. Instantly tears start to form in her eyes again, but Spencer knows he has to be strong now. “(Y/N), you have to stop doing it. It can really hurt people. Do you remember when Jason made fun of the braids Auntie Penelope put your hair in?” She nods.

Meanwhile the team stands awkwardly in the background, not knowing what to do. They never really witnessed the genius reprimanding his daughter in front of them. Though it’s not directly in front them.

“You were hurt by his words. The same is with the gesture you just made. We don’t do this to people, we don’t want to make them feel bad. Now, I don’t want to punish you, because you didn’t really know the meaning. Just apologize to your Aunties and Uncles. Next time you do it, there will be a hard no on TV for a week.”

Quickly wiping her eyes, the toddler mutters a small “Ok Daddy.” Spencer’s heart hurts a little at that, but he needed to be stern in this one.

She wiggles out of his grasp and slowly makes her way over to the others. (Y/N) gives each of them a hug, apologizing individually to them.

“So, who wants to see the new pictures of Sergio I got on my desk?” Emily asks in a cheerful tone to break the awkward tension. Immediately the girl takes upon that offer and bounces off to the desk with her godmother in tow.

Spencer still stands near the elevator, watching the interaction going down through the glass doors. Hotch pats him on the shoulder. “I know it’s difficult to be mad at them or strict even, but you did the right thing”, he reassures him briefly before making his way to his office. The genius smiles, as a parent you seldom get encouraging words about how you raise your child. It kind of feels like walking down a path with closed eyes. But on both sides are deep rivers with piranhas in them.

Derek takes a place beside his best friend. “You know, as serious as this is, it’s also as funny. I mean how she just smiled sweetly as a cupcake and deadass pulled her middle finger up like nobody’s business? My man, in your case I would keep a close eye on her during (Y/N)’s teen years.” Both laugh at the bizarre situation.

But luckily the toddler learned her lesson from this and stopped showing people the bird as a greeting. This is until she learns the next inappropriate thing, she should rather not do.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

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eevvvaa · 2 years

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A Supernatural Journey - Part 22

A Supernatural Journey - Summary

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Angst, blood, mention of death, some comforting fluff, anxiety

Words : 10 608

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Emily’s POV :

The week passed and when the weekend came, Eva and I decided to stay home, just the two of us, sharing some time together. And when on Sunday, Mrs. McCarthy invited us for tea time, we gladly accepted. It had been so long since we had spent a weekend just the two of us, having tea at 4:30 p.m. with our almost adopted grandma. It felt like forever since we had a weekend without monsters, without boys, a weekend like before, just me and my best friend, a show on TV and a hot chocolate.

The week after, work had been a living hell. There had been an explosion in a factory nearby and dozens of seriously injured employees had been brought to the ER. Almost everyone had been called back at the hospital and no one had a second to rest or breath. Owen had been shittier than usual, making me want to punch his annoying face more than once in an hour. He had spent his whole time yelling orders we already knew and followed. We knew our job but he was there to play the hero even though we were basically the ones actually saving lives.

Unfortunately we lost some patients. Even after spending days running in the hospital from one patient to another, taking only brief pauses and a few hours to sleep at home, we didn’t manage to save everyone. It was part of the job but it was never easy to live with.

On Thursday night, Martha broke down and she cried for twenty minutes in my arms, letting the pressure of the days and the guilt of losing patients out. I had never felt comfortable comforting people, never really knowing what to do or say and how to act, but I had learned that sometimes we just need a shoulder to cry on and let it all out. That was what Martha needed and that’s what I did.

Tonight, I was done for the week. My boss had let us go home on Friday morning and asked for us to come back on Tuesday, offering us a longer weekend than usual to let us rest. When I came back to the apartment, Eva was in front of the TV, the bonus of Die Hard playing on the screen. When I slammed the door shut, she flinched and turned towards me. I collapsed next to her, sending my shoes away and let out a long sigh. After complaining about my day at work, I asked about hers and she informed me that she wasn’t working on Saturday.

Thus, we learned we were both free until Tuesday.

Later that night, As we were both sitting on the couch, the end of our pasta on our laps and National Treasure playing, Eva spoke up.

“Oh, I’ve gotten a text from Dean earlier, saying that they were going to be back to the bunker this weekend. He’s not sure when exactly but he thinks it’s gonna be on Saturday. They think the case is almost over and they wanted to know if we were going to join them in Lebanon. They even allowed us to arrive before them, and said there was a key hidden somewhere. So, what do you say? You wanna sneak in their place before grumpy and smarty are there?” She asked, putting some pasta in her mouth.

I hesitated a little. It had been about two weeks or so since we had seen them, since that morning where I had destroyed everything. Two weeks since Sam had asked me if I was okay and that I had never replied to his text. And he didn’t push. So the hunter and I hadn’t talked at all about what had happened two weeks ago, nor about what I had told him. I didn’t know if it was a good idea for me to go there, I didn’t think it was actually. Eva could, she was friends with Sam and finally started to have more with Dean. She could and definitely should spend the weekend with them. The boys weren’t going to miss me anyway and maybe it could give the opportunity to Eva to talk about how she felt with the older brother.

But before I could give any kind of answer, she asked.

“Is it about Sam and the last time we went there?”

I let out a breath, standing up. I didn’t want to talk about this again, it was the same conversation over and over and I didn’t want to bring up this topic again.

“Eva…” I started but she quickly turned on the couch to face me.

“No, listen to me please. I know you don’t want to face Sam again, I know you don’t want to talk about it again too but he’s ready to listen to you. No matter what you wanna tell him. Maybe you two could find some time to talk about it face to face, clear things out?” She explained and I wasn’t very excited about this idea.

“How do you know he wants that? He hadn't tried to talk to me since that day and I sure don’t blame him. I didn’t exactly give him material to come and talk to me again.” I answered and she sighed.

“I know because he told me so. I’m sure talking would be the solution, it usually is.” She told me and I frowned.

When had she talked to Sam about all this? Was it the day it happened? When I was at work or asleep? Was it this week? I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of them talking about this, about me but at the same time it meant he had tried to reach me and could be concerned about what had happened that day. Maybe he was concerned about how it was going to be between us now that I had broken the hint of hope of something good happening.

“I don’t think he needs that after a hunt. If you wanna go and spend the weekend there you can but I’m not sure I would be welcomed.” I told her and she immediately shook her head.

“That’s bull. You’re as welcome as I am there. Dean mentioned the two of us and I know that Sam just wants to clear things between the two of you. Please, come with me.” She tried and I sighed again.

I was stubborn but I knew that refusing to go with her was: one, ridiculous and two, just a way to postpone this inevitable discussion. But I didn’t want to have this conversation with him, I didn’t want to face him after this. I just didn’t want to.

“I know you don’t want to.”

Did I say it out loud?

“And you know I’ll never force you to do anything but if you want my opinion, Sam is willing to listen to whatever you have to say and you can’t keep pretending nothing happened, deny everything or just act like he didn’t exist.” She said, raising her eyebrows to accompany her words.

“Well, I can.” I tried and she rolled her eyes at me before faking a laugh.

“Yeah, alright Smartass.” She said, shaking her head in disapproval.

“So, you won’t come with me on Saturday?” She tried again and I slumped back on the couch.

“I don’t know, Eva…” I started but she quickly cut me off.

“Do you want me to ask him if it’s fine with the two of us coming?”

My eyes widened and I immediately shook my head. It was one of the worst ideas she had ever had.

“What?! No, absolutely not. Don’t do that Eva.” I rapidly told her and she chuckled.

“Alright, alright, but if it can help you make a decision, I know the answer would be yes. And even if you guys don’t talk about it, you can’t deny his simple existence. It’s not right and you know it.” She said, meaning every one of her words and I rolled my eyes, knowing she was right.

Eva was still looking at me, probably waiting for any kind of answer. I knew that no matter what I’d choose she would accept it, even if she disagreed. Trying to ignore her I took my plate and stood up, walking to the sink and put the dish in it. Turning the water on, I grabbed the sponge and put some soap in it to clean the plate up when another one appeared in front of me. I frowned and heard a little voice behind me, whispering in my ear.

“Listen to your Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio.”

Grunting, I slowly put some distance between us and turned my head towards her.

“You’re way too close to me.” I sternly told her and she laughed, taking a step back after murmuring.

“Listen to your conscience a little bit.” I growled and stared at her with annoyance.

“I’m gonna swat you with my shoe.” I told her. She chuckled and raised her arms in a surrendering gesture.

“Alright, alright. But think about it. I’m gonna go to bed, some people work tomorrow. Goodnight!” She quickly pecked my cheek and left the room to get in hers.

“Goodnight!” I yelled so she could hear me and continued to clean the dishes.

While the hot water was running on my hands, I couldn’t help but think about what Eva had said. She wasn’t wrong, ignoring Sam wasn’t right but it was easier. And if we were to see them again, I supposed it was better to clear things up with him. Even if he ended up not wanting to talk to me, at least it was clear. I had just spent my time ignoring, postponing and if I was honest myself a little I was also missing him.

I sighed loudly and put the wet dish on the drainer. I dried my hands on my jeans and turned around, spotting Joey and Chandler turning in their little fish bowl. I walked to them, grabbed the little box containing their food and put some into the water. As I lowered myself to look at them hurrying to the food, I let out a breath.

“Well… I suppose you guys will be alone this weekend.”

Eva’s POV :

This time Emily was the driver and I took this opportunity to lose myself on the apps of my phone or just look at the road which was becoming familiar now. In the middle of the drive, I texted Dean and told him we were on our way there, asking him where he had hidden the second key.

While waiting for his answer, I turned my head towards my best friend who was moving her head in rhythm with the music. I chuckled at the sight before looking out the window, watching the trees on my right, listening to Emily’s playlist and letting my mind drift away. But my thoughts were cut when my phone rang. I immediately unlocked it and saw a text from Dean.

‘Green car’

I frowned a little at the short and almost cold message but assumed he was busy with the case. At least I hoped it was the reason why and not because something was wrong. But maybe it was the case. I took a deep breath and decided to not let myself think about the worst without reasons. So even if I wanted to ask him if everything was okay, I let it go, deciding to wait for when he would be back.

“So, Dean said the key was in the green car.” I told Emily and she glanced at me before looking back at the road.

“In the car?” She asked and I shrugged.

“I suppose. He just said: green car.” I explained and she snorted, shaking her head.

“Do not give too much info, Dumbass.” She rolled her eyes and I chuckled.

It was a real love story between those two.

Once we arrived, Emily parked the car in a free spot of the garage, next to all the old cars and motorcycles resting in this place. We took our bags and got out of the car. I looked around and quickly walked to the only green car there and opened the driver door. Once inside, I sat behind the wheels and Emily joined me, taking place in the passenger seat.

“So. Where would he hide the key?” She wondered out loud and I pointed to the glove compartment. She quickly opened it but there was only a very old newspaper turning yellow, a box of matches and a pen.

No key.

We searched the doors but didn’t find anything either.

“Urgh. Why would he hide a key in a car anyway?” My best friend asked me and I narrowed my eyes, thinking.

If I was Dean Winchester and wanted to hide a key in a car, where would I put it? Leaning against the seat, my back resting on it, I raised my head and my eyes fell on the sun visor. I let a hum out and quickly moved my hand to open it. Immediately, a long key fell on my lap and I shook my head.

“He hid the key just like in the movies? In the sun visor?” Emily asked and I chuckled, taking the object in my hands.

“Yep.”

“Why am I not even surprised?” She continued, rolling her eyes.

I smiled widely at the thought of Dean proudly thinking it was a great place to hide something and grinned even more imagining his face while putting the key there. He must have loved to hide it like in an action movie and I couldn’t help but snort at the idea of Sam’s face when he realized it was a terrible hideout.

“Catch.” I told Emily before throwing the key at her.

She caught it in the air and got out of the car, heading to the huge metallic door.

Once inside the Bunker, Emily and I put our bags in our respective rooms and decided to cook a little something for the brothers even if cooking with Emily was like cooking with a kid. It could end up burned or missing an ingredient but it was always fun and pleasant. And it was the case while we were cooking what could look like some pasta bolognese. We had decided to cook something easy to warm up for when the boys would be here.

After some bickering and long sighs from me, it was finally ready and we let the whole thing cool down before putting it in the fridge and heading to the library to wait for them. Since Emily had a deck of cards in her bag, she took it and we started playing, sitting at one of the wooden tables. Even if in reality I was the only one sitting at the table, Emily was sitting on it.

After the tenth game, we just abandoned it and talked instead. We never really finished games. We always ended up thinking of something we had forgotten to mention and would completely abandon the game to talk about the many subjects coming through our minds. When I grabbed my phone to look at the time, I realized it had been two hours since we had arrived and I hadn’t received any texts from Dean or Sam about the hunt being over. Not a text since the one from Dean, the one I had felt cold. I mentally calculated how long it had been without any news from any of them.

Four hours and forty-seven minutes.

Suddenly an uneasy feeling woke up in my stomach and a little voice whispered in my head.

Something went wrong.

I hardly swallowed at the idea, trying to erase this thought and replacing it with something rational. Maybe his phone was dead, maybe the hunt wasn’t finished yet, maybe I was overthinking things again and he just hadn’t thought about texting me. Still, I needed to make sure. I needed to be reassured that this feeling in my gut, this sensation of pressure in my chest was only my mind playing tricks on me. Even if it felt terribly real. So I decided to send him a quick text.

‘Hey, are you guys on the way back?’

I thought it was simple and didn’t show how worried I started to be. How the fear started to grow in my stomach. How the air was starting to be harder to get into my lungs. I started to play with my nails, scratching them together and I felt my leg moving with my consent. I looked at the screen, waiting for an answer, hoping that it would come quickly so this whole overthinking circle would finally stop but unfortunately it didn’t.

“You’re okay?”

I heard Emily ask me and immediately raised my head to look at her. Her eyebrows were slightly knotted together, showing her worry and curiosity.

“What?” I asked her back. I hadn’t even realized she had stopped talking. She put down the cards she had taken to play with and came a bit closer to me.

“Your face dropped like when you don’t feel good, so I was wondering if you were okay.” She explained and I slightly shrugged, unsure if I was or not. Well, I was most likely not.

Bringing the chair closer to the table, I put my phone in plain view on it, hoping to see it lightened with a new text from the elder Winchester.

“It’s just… It’s been a while since we had news from Sam and Dean. And you know me, I’m starting to worry.” I told her, trying to explain what was going on in my mind without adding fuel to the fire up there.

“I’m sure they are fine. You told me Dean wasn’t always on his phone, maybe he just didn’t see your text.” Emily tried to reassure me and I loved her for that but unfortunately my head had plenty of ideas on why he wasn’t answering and him not seeing my text wasn’t the favored possibility.

“It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like something happened this time. His last text seemed so cold, maybe something was already happening when he texted me and I just let it go. I shouldn’t have. I should have followed my instinct and made sure everything was okay. What if one of them is hurt? What if-”

“Okay, okay, Eva stop. Calm down. How many times did you think something had happened to me or was going to happen when in reality it was your anxiety playing tricks on your mind? I’m not trying to minimize your feelings here, you know that but maybe let’s not worry about something we are not sure about, okay?” She tried to ease my worry but the feeling didn’t go away.

Even if I knew she was right, the weight in my throat and stomach didn’t disappear. Because she was right, plenty of times I had imagined the worst happening when we went out or just when someone wasn’t answering me. I had made hundreds of calls because she wasn’t answering a simple text when she had just decided to go to the park. I knew a part of me was just always worrying about everything and everyone and I had learned that it was more likely to be in my head than truly happening. But Sam and Dean, they always faced danger and so much could happen to them. Hell, so much had already happened.

“I know, I know but… what if it’s not just in my head this time?” I almost whispered, looking at my phone on the table.

Just answer, please.

“You could text Sam if it can reassure you. He’s with him and if Dean just doesn't have battery anymore or something, you’ll have an answer and it will stop you from worrying.” She proposed and I agreed, nodding.

I immediately took my phone and started to search for Sam’s number when the huge metallic door opened, the creaking sounds reverberating in the whole room.

“See, they’re here.” Emily said with a little smile and we waited for them to get down the stairs and enter the library. I let a huge sigh of relief out and closed my eyes for a second.

Then I slowly stood up, ready to walk to them, the feeling in my chest slowly disappearing with every sound of foot meeting the steps of the metallic stairs. My heart calmed down with every second and the thought of them finally being here eased my body. But when Dean arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I froze, my heart falling in my stomach and my breath getting stuck in my throat.

The hunter was covered in dirt, what looked like mud but most of all: blood. The worry and fear I had felt before came back twice stronger and now all of my feelings were valid. My heart squeezed at the sight of him, a shiver ran down my spine and it felt like someone had pushed me in the chest, my body tensing.

Something had definitely happened.

“Dean!” His name escaped my mouth on its own, my voice high with horror and concern of his state.

But before my jelly legs could make me walk to him he disappeared in the hallway, not even glancing towards me, like he hadn’t heard me or was ignoring me. My heart ached a bit at the action and all I wanted was to follow him down the corridor. But Sam got down the stairs too, holding both duffle bags. The tall man looked defeated, his head low causing his hair to fall around his face and slowly walked to us.

Emily quickly got off the table and joined me in front of it when Sam reached us.

“It’s not his blood.” Sam immediately said, looking at me and I allowed a small sigh of relief to pass my lips. My legs felt like they could support me again and I nodded. But now I needed to know whose blood it was.

“What happened?” Emily asked before I could say anything, my eyes daring towards the hallway, hoping to see Dean come back.

Sam dropped the bags to the ground and bypassed us to sit on one of the chairs. He looked so crushed, it was truly heartbreaking. I dared to look at my friend and she looked as concerned as I was. Letting one of his large hands pass through his hair, Sam sighed.

“It was a Rugaru.” He started, finally looking at us.

The boys had told us about those creatures. The cursed humans who turned into monsters once they tasted human flesh but who were almost incapable of never doing it. The story itself was horrible and I didn’t dare imagine what had happened on this case for the brothers to end up this way.

Sam continued.

“We were driving around the area he was living in, already suspecting him when we spotted him break into a house. We followed him when we heard a window getting smashed upstairs, so we hurried to the house and met it downstairs. That’s when we realized they were two. I took care of the first one while Dean ran upstairs, to the boy’s room. But… It was too late. It had already hurt the kid badly and after Dean killed it, the boy passed away in his arms. It’s his blood…” The hunter lowered his head again and tears reached my eyes at the horrible story.

After taking a deep breath and clenching his jaws, Sam finished his story.

“The parents weren’t home so we called the police, preventing them from finding the dead body of their 12 years old son. We know that they’ll never solve the murder but we couldn’t do anything else.” He confessed, passing a hand through his hair again.

My heart hurt for the boy and his family, the thought of something like this possible making me sick. But it also ached for the two hunters, failing to a hunt like this one was surely difficult and painful. Sam was looking at his hand, not wanting to add anything, so I turned to my best friend, meeting her sorry eyes. Both of us were clearly feeling the same about this whole situation. Helpless.

Then my eyes drifted towards the hallway Dean had disappeared to a few minutes ago. My whole being wanted to run to it and check on him but I couldn’t leave Sam like that either. I didn’t know what to do and it was almost painful.

When I looked back at the younger Winchester, he had raised his head and I met his sad eyes. But he must have seen me looking at the door or maybe he had just sensed my wish to follow his brother because he simply nodded. Without a word either, I walked to him and gave him a quick but firm comforting hug as much as I could. Then I offered him a compassionate smile and he gave me a quick one back. I gently squeezed his forearm and turned towards Emily, nodding at her too before heading towards the hallway.

Once I was out of sight, I hurried to Dean’s room, wanting to check on him as soon as possible and see how he was doing. But when I reached the eleventh room and knocked on the door, he didn’t answer so I decided to open it carefully. I was only welcomed by darkness, letting me know that he wasn’t there.

I froze for a second, wondering where he could be instead and my eyes drifted to the bathroom nearby. I walked to it and this time the door was slightly ajar, allowing me to see the turned on light inside. Slowly, I made my way to it and heard a sniffing inside. I stopped my movements wondering if I should leave him alone or not but my desire to comfort him was stronger. So I gently ran my knuckles on the door and I heard him take a sharp breath behind it.

Before opening the door, I spoke up.

“Dean? It’s me, can I come in?” I softly asked him but didn’t hear him reply anything.

So I decided to join him and cautiously pushed the door, revealing the older hunter sitting on the floor, his back against a wall, his knees close to his chest and his head in his hands. My heart squeezed at the sight. With the bright light of the bathroom, I could clearly see the blood on his clothes, hands, even hair. The blood and dirt, probably from hiding the rugarus’ bodies, darkened his skin and tainted every piece of fabric on him.

A breath got stuck in my throat for a moment but I rapidly tried as much as I could to control my own emotions. Dean didn’t need to comfort someone, he needed to be comforted. Or at least that’s what I thought.

I quietly closed the door and sat next to him on the cold floor, bringing my knees close to me too and looked at him in an attempt to find out if he wanted to talk or not. But the only thing Dean did was swallow with difficulty, his Adam’s apple going up and down as he gulped. He hadn’t said a thing yet, not even looked at me, and all I wanted was to wrap my arms around him and get him to talk to me. So after what felt like forever, I broke the silence between us.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” I simply said because it was the truth. I was sorry he and his brother had to go through this. I was sorry that a kid had died tonight. I was sorry it was their job to kill monsters. I was sorry it was the life they had been raised into.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I slowly tried, clenching my jaw in apprehension. Dean took a sharp breath and without moving his head towards me, spoke up.

“He was just a kid.” He said, hurt in his voice, the topic clearly painful.

“I know… Sam told us… Dean, it wasn't your fault.” I explained and he took a shaky breath before straightening, looking right in front of him.

“You should go.” He sternly replied, staring at the wall in front of him.

I mimicked his movements but turned a bit to look at him. I didn’t want to go, that was for sure but it felt like he didn’t really want me to either. Like he was forcing himself to tell me this, like he wanted to push me away. But I could be wrong and maybe he needed time for himself to go through this. Maybe me staying would only make it worse. But I knew one thing for sure: I didn’t want to leave him all alone, especially if it wasn’t what he truly needed. Even less if it was because he was telling himself he didn’t deserve someone to stay with him.

“Do you truly want me to go because you need to be alone? Or do you say that because you don’t want me to tell you those things? Because you think that you shouldn’t be told those things.” I told him and he finally looked at me.

Dean was good at hiding emotions, I knew that, but the look in his reddened eyes at this moment was the complete opposite. I could see in his green orbs the pain and guilt he was feeling. I felt my face softening at the sight and my heart made me feel his own pain.

“No matter what you’re gonna say, it was still my fault.” He declared, his tone cold and I let a small sigh escape me. Gently, I put a hand on his arm, giving him the comfort he deserved but he moved away, refusing my touch.

“Dean…” I complained but he quickly cut me off.

“Don’t you get it? Tonight a kid is dead because of me, Eva. A kid! And you want to comfort me? When it was my job to save his life and I miserably failed up at it? I don’t deserve to be consoled, I shouldn’t be. That’s why you should go.” He raised his voice and in any other situation I would have flinched or felt jittery by this but all this anger wasn’t towards me. And hidden under this hatred, I could only perceive sadness and profound guilt.

“That’s not true…” I tried but he didn’t let me add anything else.

“It is! What did Sam tell you? That they were two and we hadn’t expected it? But guess what, we never expect it! The truth is I was too late. If I had been faster, if I hadn't taken such a long time to enter the goddamn room, I could have saved him. That’s on me.” Dean told me and I understood what he meant but he was still not the one responsible for this kid’s death. I understood it was hard to believe, especially coming from someone whose job it is not, but I couldn’t let him beat himself up for this.

“Dean, you didn’t kill this kid. You didn’t. A monster did and you did everything in your power to save him. It wasn’t your fault, you did everything you could.” I said, putting my hand on him again and this time he let me, tensing under my touch.

“I didn’t…” He admitted, lowering his head and clenching his jaws. His eyes landed on his bloody hands in front of him and he squeezed them together. My heart stopped for a second but I didn’t move away.

“What do you mean?” I tried and Dean glanced at me an instant but quickly avoided my gaze again, searching for his next words.

“I wasn’t fast enough because I was watching out for myself, because I didn’t just rush in, because for once in my freaking life I was being careful.” He coldly said, his eyes meeting mine again and this time held my gaze.

His words felt like a punch in my heart, his words resonating in my mind. I had annoyed Dean so many times about being careful on hunts and now that he had listened, this had happened. I knew that I shouldn’t but a huge part of me definitely felt guilt, even if deep down I knew there couldn’t be any connection between those two facts. I knew being careful and watching out for himself was the right thing to do and I needed to realize that a case like this one wasn't going to be the consequences of it. That it wasn’t selfish either. And I needed to make Dean understand this too.

“Dean, this is not the reason why he died, okay? Please don’t think that. Don’t think that, because it’s not true. There is no link between those two things, this is not the consequence of being careful, please.” I told him, hoping that if I quickly put the idea in his head that there was no correlation, he would believe it. But unfortunately, it was too late.

“If I hadn’t thought about myself, if I hadn’t taken so much time while searching the story, a boy would be alive tonight. This shouldn’t have happened. Ever. If anything, it should have been m-”

Before he could finish this sentence, I cut him off, turning completely towards him. Now both of my hands were on his arm and squeezing it.

“Don’t you say that. Please, don’t say that. Your life doesn’t matter less than his, okay?” I started but once again, Dean didn’t let me finish.

“But tonight some parents will learn that their son died but they’ll never find out why or how. He was not more than twelve and he’s dead. He’s dead, Eva. And I could have saved him but I was too busy thinking about my own safety, because I selfishly wanted to come home tonight. But you can be sure that this won’t ever happen again.” He solemnly said, his eyes looking back at the wall when he finished.

I stayed speechless for a second, thinking about what he had just said, from the horrible death of tonight to the fact that Dean had wanted to come home. But what really stayed in my mind was that he was swearing he wasn’t going to do it again and this couldn’t happen.

“You’re right.” I started and Dean quickly turned his head towards me, his eyebrows raised as if he was surprised I agreed with him. Or maybe he was disappointed I did. But I wasn’t going to stop there.

“You’re right, a kid is dead tonight. It’s a fact and it truly, deeply breaks my heart. But you also saved thousands of people, Dean. Those are facts too. You saved moms, husbands, sisters, children. You saved families, strangers. Hell, you saved me.” I continued, my eyes as sympathetic as possible through the tears slowly forming.

I could see in his eyes that he was listening carefully but that he was also ready to cut me off to contradict me if he ever had the chance.

“But, as much as it costs me to say it, sometimes we can’t do anything to prevent terrible events… Sometimes Life is unfair. Children have cancer and killers are never caught. Now some heal from it. And some are found and go to jail. But sometimes it’s all random. We can’t control everything Dean, even if we try. I try to accept that and I think you should do the same. Trust me, I hate it as much as you do, it even keeps me awake at night sometimes but unfortunately this is life and some things are out of our reach, even if we try really hard to avoid or control them.” I softly told him and the more I talked the more his eyes softened, some tears reaching the gorgeous green orbs. I also discerned a bit of surprise at my confession and I continued before he could say anything.

“And I want you to listen to me here. Tonight wasn’t your fault. And you being careful isn’t the reason why this kid died. It isn’t. You can’t just rush in without a plan or checking where the danger is. You can’t be that reckless Dean.” I said, gently caressing his bicep.

At those words Dean clenched his jaw, probably wanting to say that it was what he had always done.

“Do you think that firefighters rush in without analyzing the situation? No, they spot the danger, they make a plan, take the right material and the equipment that protects them. But mainly, they watch out for each other and themselves. Otherwise they wouldn’t save a lot of people, because they wouldn’t be here to anymore. But even then, they can’t save everyone. But they try, very hard, they are brave and do their best. You’re brave too, Dean. And I admire this so much about you. But don’t mistake being brave and being reckless.” I explained and saw him gulp with difficulty.

His face twisted from anger to pain and defeat in a few seconds, his eyebrows turned in a slightly raised knot and some wrinkles of sadness appeared on his forehead. It was fascinating how emotions were clear on his face when he allowed himself to show them. His eyes went back and forth to mine, his emotions slowly reaching me. I wanted to kiss his pain away but prevented myself from doing so. When I felt like he wasn’t going to argue anymore, I simply came closer to him and gently put my head on his right shoulder, my arms hugging his right one tightly.

We stayed like this for a moment, listening to each other’s breathing until Dean broke the silence.

“He was just a kid…” He whispered, his voice breaking with emotions. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to keep my own feelings at bay then replied, squeezing his arm in a comforting gesture.

“I know…”

“He looked so much like Sam at his age. I can’t even imagine what his parents are feeling right now. I don’t want to imagine, actually.” He confessed, the tears in his eyes resonating in his voice.

Not knowing what to say, I only shut my eyelids tightly and hugged as hard as I could the only part of him I was holding. I hoped that it could make him understand how much I felt for him about this whole situation and that I was there for him. I hoped it could convince him it wasn’t his fault and that he didn’t deserve all that guilt. I hoped my touch could help him get better.

“His blood… his blood will never come off…” He murmured and I opened my eyes again.

The hunter’s hands were opened, palms towards us. I could see the crimson color of the dried blood on his white skin, covering his freckles, encrusted between the line of his palms and probably under his fingernails too. I shivered at the sight. I had never liked blood and had always felt sick looking at some but I couldn’t let Dean face that alone.

So, slowly, I straightened and took one of his hands between mine, intertwining our fingers together. Then I turned my head to properly look at him.

“It will.” I gently said and he raised his eyes from his hands, allowing me to see how crushed he was.

Even though there were marks of blood on his face and that his features showed the things he had gone through, at that right moment he looked like a lost little boy. And my heart ached at the sight. Slowly, I let go of his hand and stood up, facing him. Sitting on the cold floor, his eyes followed me, waiting for my next move or words, wondering what I was up to. So I held out my hand to him. He looked at it for a second, confusion written all over his face.

“Come on.” I told him, gesturing to my hand and he took it, both of us knowing he didn’t need it but still allowing me to help him rise.

Emily’s POV :

Standing quietly in front of the tall hunter, I watched him play with his hands, then his nails, biting them before running his palms through his soft hair.

After Eva had left to join Dean, Sam had fallen silent and I didn’t dare add anything, remembering our last exchange. Awkwardly standing in front of the table, I looked at the corridor, waiting to see if my best friend was going to come back or not. But the more I waited the more I knew she wasn’t going to. Looking back at Sam, I watched him rub his face, his body tensing. It was obvious that he was feeling bad and if I truly looked at him I could perceive his worry and guilt. And the truth was that I hated seeing him like this.

Carefully, I took a step forward and broke the silence between us.

“Sam, do you wanna talk about it?” I tried.

The hunter stopped his movements and scoffed, making me frown. I had expected a long sigh, even a shake of head but certainly not a scoff. He straightened and rested his back on the chair, his hazel eyes finding me.

“No, thank you. I don’t have anything else to add, I told you the story.” He replied but something in his voice didn’t seem right.

Sam was usually a calm, kind man, his voice always soft and polite but this sentence and tone used was cold, almost harsh. It didn’t look right, natural, and the need to pierce through this wall he seemed to create around him took control of my body. So I walked closer to him and tried to keep a calm and friendly voice when I spoke up.

“You know, you can talk to me. About how you feel or just if you need to let it out.”

He was still siting but the way he was holding his body made him look even taller. Even though I was the one hovering over him this time. He leaned forward a bit, his eyes still locked on mine.

“Can I?” He asked, his voice still cold. My eyebrows raised in surprise and I stared at him. I didn’t like the tone he was using on me and I was going to let him know.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice not as friendly as it was before.

Sam shook his head a little, his hair moving around his face. Then he placed a hand on the wooden table and stood up from the chair. I surprisingly didn’t take a step back when he came closer to me. Sam’s posture was very different from the one he had the last time we saw each other. It looked like he had run out of patience. His eyes were darker than I had ever saw them, his jaw tight.

“It means that I’m not sure I can. Because, see, I tried. I tried to talk and get you to talk to me but it seems like it’s one-sided.” He declared and I started to understand what it was truly about.

“So no, I won’t talk about it with you, not tonight.” He declared and turned his back to me, rapidly walking to the corridor.

I scoffed when I saw him leave and I was starting to get angry too. Angry at the way he was talking to me, angry that he wouldn’t tell me what was on his mind and let me help him, angry that he was getting to me acting this way, angry that I was attracted to him even though the only thing I did was pushing him away. Without even thinking about it I followed him, heading to the training room.

“Hey! Don’t you run away from me like that. You wanna talk? Let’s talk.” I yelled at him and he froze in front of the door, a hand on the knob.

He slowly turned around, his eyebrows raised and I straightened, showing him I wasn’t afraid or intimidated in any way. He quickly walked to me, glaring at me and I didn’t move.

“Oh, I’m the one running away? I think you don’t remember the past events correctly. I’m not the one who ran away after spending a night in your arms. I’m not the one who didn’t answer for a week, making the other wonder if I was dead or alive or if I just didn’t want to talk to them anymore. I’m not the one who don’t accept your affection. I’m not the one trying to avoid you every time we get close. I’m not the one who doesn't want to open up, the one who never reveals anything about myself. I’m not the one who lets the other think they are not interested in them at all.” Sam angrily said, his voice raising with every sentences passing his lips. It was a new look on him, being angry, but unfortunately for him I was an angry woman and wasn’t going to back down. So I stared at him and felt my blood boiling in the veins of my neck.

“That’s right, you’re not running away. Because you’re just so damn perfect it’s exasperating! You’re the one who always chooses the right words. Who uses the right tone. The one willing to listen. The one who doesn’t push to know. The one who knows what would be perfect for a first date. Who always tries to do the right thing it’s annoying. You’re the one making other people feel guilty for their flaws!” I yelled at him, mocking him and panting once I was done. Sam scoffed, his breathing getting heavier than before, his chest raising with each breath he took.

“Are you really reproaching me to be a good person?!” He asked, irritated by my accusations.

I turned my hands into fists but nothing could calm me down anymore. I was sick of this feeling in my chest, sick of his beautiful face haunting my dreams. I was mad at myself for feeling what I felt when I thought of him, when I was with him. I was angry with the undeniable desire to confess everything to him. I hated how much I liked him and now that he was getting on my nerves it was too hard to suppress or control it.

And before I had the chance to stop myself, I let it slip.

“Yeah, exactly! You’re such a good person it makes it hard to not like you!” I screamed at him and completely froze once the words escaped my mouth.

I immediately hated myself for saying such a thing. I had tried so hard to bury it deep inside, denying to everyone and myself what the younger Winchester was making me feel. And now, just because he had pushed me and had gotten on my nerves, I had revealed everything? How could I have been so stupid? I had done such a good job at repressing everything and with just a raise of his voice I blur out everything?

Emily !

Of course, Sam wasn’t going to ignore this, wasn’t going to act like he hadn’t heard anything. He had made it clear he was tired of not knowing what I wanted and now I had just exposed myself, giving him every reason to not back down.

And he didn’t.

“So you like me after all?! You’ve got to stop playing hot and cold with me and finally say the truth. Do you like me or not? Do you want to have nothing to do with me or not? For once just tell me.” He asked, his voice deeper than usual, probably because of how upset he currently was.

If he wanted an answer about how I felt and what I wanted, then I was going to give him an answer. But it wasn’t going to be the one he was waiting for. I crossed my arms, hiding my heart so it wouldn’t interfere and mess with my words again.

“No, I don’t want to have to do anything with you because I don’t like you, Sam, and never will.” I lied and he growled, raising his arms in annoyance.

Good, if he hated me it would be easier to move on.

He cursed under his breath and turned around, walking to the door. He violently swung it open, making it slam against the wall on the other side. The banging resonated in the empty room. He scoffed, running his hands through his soft hair and I tried to keep my composure and don’t show that I indeed liked him. Him, his pretty hair, his perfect nose, his brain, his gentleness and his sarcasm. And this new behavior.

His back still to me, I saw him rub his huge hands against his face. His back was raising with every deep, sharp breath he was taking, showing the muscle rolling under his tight flannel. I clenched my jaws at the sight, repressing any thoughts or sounds. When he let go of his head and let his hands fall on his side, he let a long breath out before suddenly turning to me.

“Urgh, every time I believe I understand you, you manage to make me think the opposite. You’re unbelievably frustrating!” He declared, obviously upset of not being able to completely see right through me.

“Good.” I simply said, a smile on the corner of my lips, satisfied by the effect I was having on him this time.

But my happy face must have upset him even more because his eyes widened at the sight. His eyebrows in a frown, his lips pinched in a thin line and torso stuck out. He clearly didn’t like this tone I had used, which satisfied me even more. So I extended my smile and he clenched his jaw.

“I swear, you drive me crazy! You’re unbelievable.” He shouted and I took some steps towards him. I wasn’t going to be the only one shouted at.

“Well, if you didn’t get the message yet, the feeling is mutu-” I started but was immediately cut off by something covering my mouth, keeping me from finishing my sentence.

Lips…

Lips were crashing against mine. Sam’s lips were crashing against mine. Sam’s lips were preventing me from saying another word. And the whole world stopped.

His hands were on each side of my face, bringing me as close as possible into this kiss. His palms were so warm against my cheeks and his lips so soft. But the kiss wasn’t. From the way he was grabbing my face, his fingers tangling in my hair and the strength he was using to push his lips against mine; there was nothing delicate about this kiss. Our first one had been so soft, so gentle and almost clumsy. But this one was harsh, it was fierce, almost urgent. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy it for a moment before Sam started to take some rapid steps, making me move back until I felt the nearest wall pressing against my back.

I let a small sound escape and the tall man took advantage of this to open his mouth and kiss me harder, deeper. His lips were wet and against my will I opened my mouth too, letting the tip of his tongue meet mine. When I allowed this access, Sam brought his body closer to mine, caging me between his chest and the cold wall behind me. His hot breath got mix with mine, our breath and scent completing each others. Our lips kneaded each other and our tongues danced on a dominance song.

I wanted to stop this, I wanted to push him away, I wanted to hate it but the truth was I couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of him. His hands traveled from my face to the back of my neck and head, to put even more pressure on my lips and deepening this surprising new kiss. I let a moan out and when I heard the sounds I was making, something woke up in me, tearing me from this all too real dream.

My hands found his hard chest and I pressed against it, pushing him away as hard as I could. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to push this strong man by myself so he obviously let me. I lost the connection with his lips when he moved his head back. And his hands left my face to press against the wall behind me. His palm flat against it, he was still caging me with his body, his arms turning into gates, preventing me from escaping.

Both of us were out of breath, the hot air landing on my hungry lips, somehow cooling them down. Mine was slow and short in a desperate attempt to calm my crazy heartbeat. My eyes opened and I hadn’t even realized I had closed them in the first place.

The first thing I saw was his firm chest covered by the blue flannel he was wearing. His torso was rising with every breath he took and I swallowed with difficulty at the sight of my hands on it. I fought the urge to run my hands all over it and caress his pecks. To scratch the fabric and the skin with my nails. I took a deep breath to keep my composure and slowly raised my head.

And what a mistake it was.

Seeing Sam’s face overlooking me, his thin hair framing his angelic face warmed up my inside without my consent. I had never used such words to describe him but now that his face was inches away from mine, I couldn’t hold my thoughts back anymore. And if I listened to my desire, I would caress his face with the tips of my fingers, tracing every line of the soft skin, from his cupid’s bow to the line of soft skin behind his ears. I wanted to run my hands in his hair, losing my fingers in the soft locks. But my will to stay cold-heart and unreadable was stronger.

“I don’t like you…” I let out, my voice not louder than a whisper.

Hearing my own voice, I noticed the fake confidence had left it and I cursed myself for it. Sam must have known it was a complete lie because he smiled, the kind of smile which made his sweet dimples appear.

“You don’t?” He asked but this time all animosity was gone, as if he knew he had pierced through my walls and was getting to me.

I both hated and loved this confident side of him. And the way he asked this was my breaking point. My body and desire took over my mind like if they were themselves tired of me denying any attraction towards this man. Without even realizing it, my hands lifted themselves in the direction of his face and cupped his cheeks. They caressed the sides of his face before my fingers found themselves trapped in the maze of his hair.

Sam waited patiently for a second and I dared looking into his eyes. His indeterminate eyes. From the brief times I succeeded looking into his eyes, they were never really the same color. Sometimes they had some blue and green, other times they were hazel. It was never precise nor definite and at this right moment, when my eyes met his, they were brown with a touch of gold, shining with something I couldn’t put my finger on. But the look he was giving me, both impatient and stimulated, gave me the courage I needed to cross the line I had put to myself.

Pushing on my tiptoes, I used my hands to bring his beautiful face closer to mine and initiated a kiss for the first time. Sam seemed to appreciate it because he quickly leaned towards me and removed his hands from the wall to wrap his impressive strong arms around my body. I felt a certain discomfort when I felt his body pressed against mine but it quickly disappeared when I felt his tongue brushing mine.

Everything felt so slow, yet our breaths were quick, landing on each others cheeks, our lips finding each other with every movement of our heads. Sam’s hands slid down my sides and I tensed. I wanted to let myself be so much, but I still had difficulties letting him touch me in such a sensual way. Because with every meeting of our lips, every touch of our hands on each other, I felt it.

The undeniable attraction between us.

Sam moved away a second to take his breath back and let my head fall on his firm chest, my forehead pressing against it. He let out a chuckle at my action and I caught my breath too. His hands were still on my waist and I closed my eyes at the feeling, concentrating on his chest filling with every puff of air he took. Slowly, a little bubble of comfort was developing itself around us and in the well-being of it I let it slip.

“I don’t deserve someone like you.”

It was so low I didn’t even think I had said it or that he had heard it but when I felt his chest stop for a second, I knew it wasn’t the case. I clenched my jaws, regretting letting those words out of my mouth. But before I could add or do anything, Sam moved his hands to my face and cupped it like I had done with him seconds earlier.

Forcing me to look at him, I reluctantly raised my head and found his eyes staring at me. The softness of them made me melt. Once he was sure he had my full attention, the hunter caressed my cheekbones with his thumbs and intensely looked at me. For the first time, I held his gaze for more than two seconds.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” He firmly stated and without my consent tears filled my eyes.

I didn’t know that such a simple sentence could mean so much. Because behind those simple words was hidden the conversation we had in his bed. And under his tone were concealed emotions I had a hard time interpreting. So I did the only thing I could do and nodded. I nodded to tell him I understood him nevertheless. I nodded to explain that I wanted to never say or think that again, ever. I nodded to tell him I wanted to listen to him even if I wasn’t believing him yet. I nodded to let him know I was ready to open up to him.

As if he had read my mind, Sam let a small smile spread his thin lips and, in sync, we made our lips meet again.

With every movement of our heads, deepening our kiss, I let myself run my hands from his hair to his firm shoulders. Every time our lips separated so we could take a breath, I smelled him before his lips crashed on mine again. His scent and taste were intoxicating and I gladly let him poison me. In this moment, in the passion of this kiss, I could confess everything to him. I could reveal all my secrets, all of my sins and my darkest thoughts to him without any fear. But also my most hidden fantasies, all my dreams and hopes. Sometimes the ones that included him.

Sam’s hands slid down my body, landing on my hips and it felt like he wanted to grab my thighs and make me wrap them around his waist. And all I wanted was to let him do that, let him kiss me senseless and make me forget about the whole world, about myself. But when I didn’t jump like he was suggesting me to, Sam wrapped his arms around my body, encircling me with them, trapping me against him. Without realizing I let my head fall back, hitting the wall behind me, and the hunter used this opportunity to attack my neck with his lips.

A moan of pleasure immediately escaped me at the feeling of his mouth caressing my skin. My hands took a life on their own and hid in the tall man’s hair. I closed my eyes when his kiss became a bit wet, his teeth slowly grazing my skin. A shiver ran down my spine and echoed in my whole body, warming my inside and I let a loud sigh escape.

In the high of him, of the feeling of his lips against my sensitive skin, my mind shut down and my heart opened.

“I don’t want you to hurt me like he did.” I whispered, not fully aware of the words that had just escaped me. But reality hit me when I felt the hunter moving away from my neck and his breath landing on my lips.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked, a bit out of breath.

I immediately clenched my jaws, wanting to bite my cheeks and my tongue to prevent me from continuing. But my will to hold back all this part of my life disappeared when his fingers grabbed my chin and brought my head back to him. I finally opened my eyes and I hadn’t even realized I was panting. I gulped, preparing myself to reveal a name I never wanted to say again.

“Cameron.” I finally declared.

Sam frowned at me, his eyebrows getting closer to one another and his eyes darkened when he understood it was the name of a man. A feeling of shame and regret made my body freeze for a second, and the hunter took a deep, tensed breath, his chest filling with air. Clenching his jaw for a short moment and gulping, he finally loosen up, his shoulders lowering.

“Who is that?” He asked, but not out of curiosity more dislike.

Sam stared at me, trying to read my thoughts as I stayed silent. I tried to look away, avoiding his gaze and this topic but I knew it was useless as the hunter moved in front of me to keep my eyes locked with him. My brain screamed at me to stay quiet, to ignore his question and even kiss him all night if it meant we could avoid this conversation. But my heart – this damn heart – pounded faster in my chest and it felt like it wanted to come out and reveal everything to Sam. A little voice reassured me, telling me I could trust him but another one tried to gag it so it would stay silent.

“Don’t close up now…” He pleaded, shutting both voices up and my eyes locked with his.

There, in the spark of gold of his pupils, I knew I could finally confess everything to him. I had denied him and avoided him for months now but tonight, I was ready to share with him how a boy had stabbed me through the heart.

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