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ashotofeuphoria · 3 years

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As I Hold You

Pairing: Firefighter! Jongho x Injured! Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: character death (not member or reader), ANGST, car accident, blood, injury, fire, v brief description of a dead body, trauma, potential miscarriage (hinted at), let me know if i missed anything!

Authors Note: First fic! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

You don't remember the impact. The sound of metal crushing, of horns blaring, and tires screeching. Everything just went black.

You had been out running errands all day with your younger brother, Gabriel. You needed to pick up some more supplies for your baby who was soon to arrive. Your first baby shower was scheduled for this upcoming weekend. While you knew that your family and friends would support you and buy you most everything you needed for your baby; you still wanted to buy cute outfits and toys in the anticipation of their arrival.

Your final stop was a new boutique that opened across town, and your younger brother was eager to chauffeur you. He knew that you were a little scared of what the future held and wanted to ease any stress he could, by doing little acts of service for you.

You were living with your family and would remain there throughout your first year of motherhood. You hadn't meant to become pregnant. In fact, you were rather scared of the idea of children and pregnancy. But accidents happen, as they tend to, and your (ex)boyfriend ended up knocking you up.

It was an amicable split when you broke up. You both knew it wouldn't last, and children don't fix broken relationships. He did agree to support you the best he can and you're thankful for that much. It's overwhelming honestly, having the amount of support from everyone that you do. One thing is for sure, this baby will be so loved.

Your brother walked you out to the car, all the bags in his hands, opened the door for you and helped you in. You were only about 4 months along, so you just barely had a visible bump on your small figure. But he held your hand and helped you step into the car regardless. He shut the door and ran around to the driver's side before opening the door and hopping in.

"Thank you for driving me today, buddy. I know you have other things you could be doing," you said as he started the car.

"You know I'd rather spend time with you than do anything else. All I do is read and listen to music in my room, it's not like I do all that much," he chuckled, finding it amusing how appreciative you are of a simple car ride.

"Yeah, alright," you smiled towards him, "Still I know you aren't required to help me out, so thank you. Love you, bubs."

"Love you too, y/n," he said as he glanced towards you with a soft smile.

The car pulled out of the parking lot with the GPS routed 20 minutes down the highway to the boutique. Gabriel took a left out of the neighborhood, and you asked him for the aux.

"Sure," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road but reaching for the cord to hand to you.

You began playing your K-pop playlist, something that's been getting you through the days recently. When you hit shuffle, Love Die Young by Eric Nam started playing. You started to harmonize with the chorus as Gabe pulled the car onto the highway.

"Not this sappy shit, y/n, really?" he giggled as he watched you dramatically act out the song, clutching at your heart as you sing, staring at him with a smile plastered on your face.

"His voice is so smooth I can't help it Gabe," you exclaimed in a sing-songy tone. "So, what do you think I'm gonna have? A boy or girl?" you ask him as the car hits the speed limit and he puts on cruise control.

"Honestly, I think it'll be a little girl. I hope it is at least. We gotta buy so many cute outfits today. I can't wait to help you take care of them. Whatever they may be," he laughed glancing over at you.

"I have this whole idea for their room, I want to do a taupe and mossy green color for the walls. And I think I want a lot of cute pictures of plants and different animals. Ya know, to keep it pretty but neutral, something that can age well with them," you explained to him as he steadily controls the car.

"I think it'll look perfect," he responded. "10 more minutes and we'll be there."

You nodded your head and looked out the window at the greenery. Ideas of outfits and nurseries swimming in your head. You closed your eyes, propped your arm up on the window, and leaned your head against your hand as the car drifted down the highway.

Your eyes jolted open when you suddenly hear Gabe go from a whisper to a shout "fuck, fuCK, FUCK Y/N HANG ON!"

A car had swerved and jumped the median and was driving directly towards you, mere meters away. Showing no signs of stopping, and Gabriel having no real way to swerve to avoid them, he threw an arm in front of you, and you brought your hands up to cover your face, your knees coming up on instinct to protect your belly.

And everything went black.

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When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the smell. Metallic, and smoky, like something was burning. Then you felt a searing pain in your head. You struggled to open your eyes but when you did you couldn't believe what you were surrounded by. The airbags had deployed, but there was blood splattered across the car. You could tell smoke was rising out of the engine, but you couldn't see much else through the cracked windshield.

You look to your left and see Gabriel covered in blood, eyes closed. And you immediately feared the worst.

"Gabe! GABE!" you reached over to shake him, to hold onto his cheek and try and get him to face you. To open his eyes. To do anything. Your ears are ringing, and you can feel your eyes stinging when he won't respond. Your hands are desperately grabbing at his shirt, and hair, willing for him to wake up, for him to be okay.

"Gabe," your voice barely bubbling out of your throat as sobs begin to overtake your body. "Gabe, please, please, wake up. please, you can't, no, please, Gabe, bubs, you're okay, we're okay, please," the sobs wrack your body as you gasp for air between each word. Tears are streaming down your face and suddenly your focus is on your hands, and you see they're covered in blood.

You hold your hands in front of you and stare at them in horror when your vision redirects to your legs. You're crushed in the car. Your legs trapped under the dashboard. Your hearing is slowly coming back as you hear sirens somewhere in the distance, but from what direction you were unaware.

You remember a car had hit you head on when it crossed into your lane going well over the speed limit. As you glance out of the passenger window to see what happened to the other car (and if you're even still on the highway) you're met with a ghastly picture of your face in the side view mirror. Your forehead has been deeply cut, and blood is dripping thickly down your forehead and has mixed with the tears falling down your cheeks.

You cough when you begin to inhale smoke. Your vision blurring, your head falls back onto your headrest as you pass out.

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As you come to, a faint knocking sound begins to grow louder, until you can hear a man yelling "Ma'am! Ma'am! Can you hear me! You gotta wake up! Ma'am!"

You cough the smoke out of your lungs, your head throbs from the movement and you wince in pain. You're brought back to the situation you've found yourself in and remember Gabe is next to you. You look over to him and the feelings become overwhelming again, as you stare at what you can only assume is his dead body.

As a sob erupts from your throat, you look out your window at the man who was calling for you, and are met with desperate, soft brown eyes staring at you through a helmet and face guard. He's a firefighter dressed in full gear. He yells something to you, trying to overpower the other noises happening on the busy highway but you can't connect the sounds with words in your brain. You can only stare at him in confusion, tears falling faster down your cheeks, your breathing uneven.

You see him reach for the handle of the car door and try and open it mumbling a quick "fuck!" in frustration. You're trapped in this car, and he needs to find a way to get both of you out before the whole car goes up in flames.

"Get the jaws! The doors are jammed!" He yells at the team of firefighters surrounding the car and the truck.

He looks back down to you and says as clearly and reassuringly as he can, "Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay, we're gonna get you out of there, okay?"

You begin to nod your head in response when a knock is heard at your brother's window. You whip your head around and see stars for a moment. When your sight clears you see a taller man in uniform shouting to your brother, who isn't responding. Your voice is small and cracks as you try and tell the man outside "he can't, he's not-" and you feel your chest become tight once more.

You hear the man at your window begin talking to you.

"Ma'am, please try and stay still. We must make sure your head is okay. Alright? Please don't move too much. Can you do that for me?" he politely asks you, empathizing with your situation.

You meekly nod your head. Your eyes are stinging. You don't know if it's the smoke or the tears, but it's probably both. As you focus on the man in front of you, you hear the man near your brother begin yelling at his team about the window and needing to check Gabriel's vitals. The man in front of you can tell you're not paying attention, so he speaks up.

"Yunho is going to break the glass to check the man next to you, okay? Just look at me, don't look away from me, okay? My name's Jongho. Just look at me, okay? What's your name?" Jongho asks you to keep you preoccupied and focused on him.

"Y/N," you try and get out of your throat. It's so dry and scratchy your voice isn't much higher than a whisper.

"Okay, y/n. Listen to me, you'll be okay. I'm going to get you out, okay? Who is that in the car with you?"

"M-my brother, Gabe, but he, I-I don't thin-nk," you choke out as you stare at Jongho, unable to say the words. That Gabe is dead. But you don't want him to be. You don't want it to be true. You look down at your door, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic, unable to breathe. You hear glass shatter. As you begin to turn your head, Jongho raises his voice, keeping your focus on him.

"Your brother? Yunho is going to check on him and make sure everything is okay." you hear him say.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Yunho calls out from the driver window. "Try not to breathe the smoke in, Jongho is gonna break your window to get to you, I'm going to take your brothers vitals and make sure he's doing okay. We're going to get you out of here as quickly as possible, okay?"

You glance towards him and nod your head, finding your eyes drawn to the way he checks for a pulse on Gabe, his slender fingers dancing on his throat, his wrist, anywhere he could find a heartbeat. And seeing the increasing worry on Yunho's face does nothing to reassure you. You see his eyes widen, and yours follow. He leans back and yells over to the team, "There's a pulse. It's faint, we need to get him airlifted asap! San, I need you over here!"

While you're fixated on Gabe's pale and limp figure, you hear glass shatter next to you followed by a warm hand turning your cheek towards him. You involuntarily gasp and sputter at the influx of fresh air.

"Deep breaths for me, Y/n. Please look at me." he gently demands. You look into his eyes as he shines a flashlight above them checking your pupils. He can see how bloodshot your eyes are from crying, and he glances over at your brother, then back at you. "Hey, it'll be okay, we're here now. Just look at me, don't look at him. You're okay. Everyone is here to protect you." he rushes out.

His hand rests under your chin as he uses two callused fingers to check your pulse. Then he gently tilts your head to each side to inspect the gash on your forehead as quickly as possible. He glances down your body to check your arms, and torso seeing they're mainly just bruised, when his eyes land on your bump.

His eyes widen as he asks you urgently, "Y/n are you expecting? Are you carrying a child?"

You hadn't even thought about your child. You had been so distraught over your brother; you didn't even consider the health or wellbeing of your unborn baby. Your heart rate rapidly increases as panic begins to set in.

"y-yes I am, I'm 4 months. I-I'm, do you think, are they? god please don't tell me-" you start blubbering as all the possibilities begin to tumble through your head.

Before he can reassure you, he checks down the rest of your body and sees your legs are trapped under the dashboard. And that even when the door is off you won't be able to get yourself out of the car. Jongho defaults to reassurance as he really can't even begin to answer the questions you're asking him, "I-it's okay. Everything is okay. Let's get you out of this car."

Smoke is becoming thicker around the front of the car, and you watch as it blows around Jongho's figure, flooding out the highway from where you sit. Tensions are growing higher as the crew knows there isn't much longer before the car is gone. Four men are teamed together and grab the Jaws of Life from the truck as they begin walking toward your car. Setting up on your brothers side you begin to hear metal cracking and snapping as the four men work to pry the car open with the heavy machinery. You're itching in your skin wishing to jump up and run now that you're trapped, and Jongho can tell. He has his hand braced at the back of your neck, keeping it steady, as you once again begin to panic; he rubs circles on your arm, and pushes your hair back from your sticky forehead and out of your eyes.

You can hear the Jaws stop and in the reflection of the side view mirror you can see Gabe's lifeless body being pulled from the car, his body pale and bright red from blood, blue and purple littering his figure. He's placed on a gurney and run towards the truck where someone begins CPR.

You redirect your eyes to meet Jongho's, whose eyes are looking deeply at you searching for any sign of pain or discomfort, any sudden changes in your condition. "Is he going to be okay? He has to be okay. Please tell me they can fix him." you plead with Jongho, who looks at you with nothing but the heaviest of hearts.

"We're going to do our best. I promise you we will do everything we can. But right now, we need to get you out of here too." he explains. "I'm going to go bring the Jaws over this way and we are going to get you two out of here," he asserts, gesturing at your bump. "I need you to stay still just like you have been, okay? You're doing so great. Keep your arms as close to your body as you can, and don't look at the window in case anything splinters. Do you understand me?" he asks you.

"Please don't leave me. P-please don't, don't go. Please stay." you sob as you realize you'll be left alone in your wrecked car.

"I'll be right here. Remember stay still and close your eyes." he reminds you as he drops his hands from you and gives his team room to operate on the car door.

You sob quietly to yourself. You can't believe this is happening. How Gabe could be here one second and now he's gone. The image of his pale bloody face is burned into the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them tightly shut. You hear the metal of the car frame crunching and cracking once again, as all four men yell commands and directions at each other. Your sobs are uncontrollable as you wish it had been you and not your brother. You wish with all your heart that you could've taken his place.

The door hits the asphalt and almost instantly you hear Jongho next to you, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. I never left." He notices how black the smoke has gotten and decides to check your legs to see if he can carry you out before the rest of the car is disassembled.

"Can you feel your legs?" he urgently asks you.

You nod your head as you cough so hard that you gag.

"shit-" Jongho mumbles under his breath, looking all over your figure and the car, knowing he must move now or never. With his mind moving a million miles a second, he makes the decision that your legs are likely not broken and brings out a blade from his pocket to saw your seat belt off you. You watch as the sweat beads down his forehead and across his dimpled cheeks as he grits his teeth.

Jongho puts his arms under yours, pulling you into his chest, getting your upper body mostly out of the car. When your legs are more visible, he puts one arm under your back and the other under your knees and lifts. You slide out from under the dashboard and with your neck cradled by his bicep and forearm he jogs you away from the car towards the firetruck. He gets five strides in when you hear the explosion. You peek past his arm to see your car engulfed in flames. You can feel the heat on your face, and the sound has left your ears ringing once more.

The team must've anticipated the event as hoses immediately start spraying to drown the car fire. Jongho gets behind the firetruck away from the fire and sets you down making sure you are stable, with no further injuries from his manhandling. He gently places a hand on your bump and hopes against everything that this baby is okay. Just as he's about to stand to find his captain and report your status he feels your hands fist into his uniform jacket holding onto him.

"please don't leave me. please don't leave. d-don't go." you hiccup as you stare pleadingly up at him. With the way you're gripping onto him, he knows there's no way he can walk away from you right now. Instead, he stands up and grabs a clean towel from just inside the truck and begins to tenderly wipe the blood and tears off your face, avoiding the gash on your forehead.

He doesn't have the heart to tell you that Gabe didn't make it, his body covered with a sheet on the other side of the truck. He also doesn't know how to explain that if Gabe hadn't reached over to protect you, he might've been in less critical condition. That he died protecting you. So, for now he wipes away the grime; and, after seeing you shaking, unbuttons his thick uniform jacket so he can hug you; until the paramedics arrive and will inevitably pull you away from him. You don't hesitate to wrap your small arms around his waist, and he holds you, pressing your head against his chest where you can hear his steady heartbeat.

"It's okay, y/n, it's going to be okay. You're okay. I'm here. I've got you." he repeats it like a mantra, over and over, convincing he thinks, both you and himself.

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itmighthavebeenintentional · 3 years

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We've Got Tonight - Ch 6

Summary: “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.”

Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT PROCEED

Author’s Note: Image and major edits by the incomparable @there-must-be-a-lock . Heavy editing and cheering by @thoughtslikeaminefield . Thank you both so much.

The next chapter is the last part. I'm truly sorry.

In case you missed it: Chapter 5 ItMightHaveBeenintentional’s Masterlist

We’ve Got Tonight

Chapter 6

“Cas, you’ve got to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry, miss, I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is Agent Michael Jagger.” Castiel’s bewilderment is so endearing and familiar that Andy nearly loses her composure.

She grabs his hand, pulling him uncomfortably close, and she can see suspicion dawning amidst the confusion. She tows him to the back area of the restaurant, technically for staff only, but she doesn’t figure petty rules like that matter just now.

“Listen, Miss, you’ve shown interest in my partner and scheduled time to socialize with him later. While I do understand that you are traditionally attractive, I really-“

“I need you to listen, and then I need you to look. Do you understand?”

“Not even a little.”

“That’s okay, hun, neither do I.”

And then she tells him everything. He can only stare at her silently afterwards, his mouth working as if he’s lost the ability to speak.

“Read me, Castiel. You can see if I’m telling the truth. Hell, go deeper and see what I’m telling you. Please, it won’t hurt anything if I’m lying, and if I’m telling the truth, you and I can save them. Please, please, I’m literally begging you. Just look.”

Castiel gingerly slides his fingers into her hair until the heels of his hands are resting on her cheekbones and his thumbs rest on her temples. His eyes slide shut, his face going just a little slack, and then he’s there with her in the memories, memories that faded with the sunrise but seared themselves permanently on her brain the second she saw the three of them again. She knows the moment he sees his own death because his body convulses ever so slightly, but he holds on until the scene plays out and she takes her last breath in the dream.

His eyes snap open and unerringly find hers.

“How is this possible? Who are you?”

If she didn’t have those weeks of memories, she might be afraid of him right now.

“Cas, you know who I am. You saw me. I have no more idea why this is all happening than you, but we’ve got this second chance, and we have to take it.”

He eyes her cautiously, but his mistrust is beginning to fade. “I’ve been fooled before. You could be hiding something, I suppose, but...I don’t think you are.”

Relief floods over her, though a bitter tinge underlies the sweetness.

“You believe me?”

He nods reluctantly, his dry lips thinning unhappily. “I saw your plan. Are you certain this is what you want to do? Do you think it will work?”

“Well, Cas, you can see I don’t have the best track record with plans. Can you think of anything better that leaves the world intact and you, Sam, and Dean all standing?”

Even though she knows what his answer will be, her stomach still drops a little when he shakes his head.

“Yeah, me neither. It was worth a shot.”

He searches her face without suspicion this time, only a deep, genuine sorrow. “I wish I could have had those weeks with you, Andrea. In the vision, you were a good person to spend time with.”

“Call me Andy, Cas. I swear, I never could get you to call me Andy.”

“But your name tag-”

She cuts him off with a kiss to the cheek. She holds back everything else she wants to say to her friend-that-never-was. It wouldn’t make any sense to him now, on this side of their non-existent time together, and it wouldn't make either of them feel any better. She hands him a piece of torn paper from her order pad, this one larger than the one she gave Dean.

“Check the memories you read off me to be sure, but I remember the ritual starts at midnight tomorrow night. They took me from the Brass Monkey not long before then. You can investigate if you need to, but I would bet that they’ll be at the first address I gave you a few hours before then, say eight or nine o��clock, getting everything set up before they come to snatch me. You know what you and the guys will need to take them out; without my blood and the ritual, they’re still dangerous, but they’re only human. Tell Sam and Dean whatever you need to get them there, but...I don’t think you should tell them what you saw. I think everything would get too muddled, and we’d end up right back at the same crossroads with Crowley.”

“Are you sure it’s wise to still meet up with Dean tonight? What if-”

“Everything has happened the same way so far, Cas, down to Sam nagging Dean about vegetables. And I’ve got to give myself something,” she says, her laugh a little more desperate and hysterical than she intended. “I can’t just...Look, just give me this one night, okay? I think I deserve that. I think Dean deserves that.”

He glances from her to the scrap of paper in his hand. She notices that his lips move a little when he’s reading, and she thinks that little quirk suits him just fine.

“Why is there a second address?”

Thanking whatever higher power gave her this second chance and the ability to keep the fallen angel out of even a few of her thoughts, she turns away from Castiel, moving towards the sink to start on some dishes that someone has let pile up. She’s under enough strain right now that she can’t disguise her expression anymore, and she honestly doesn’t think she can handle the sadness in his eyes for one more second.

“I’m going to keep myself out of the way this time; I have no intention of starting another apocalypse. I’ll stay in tomorrow night and triple lock every entrance to my apartment until you tell Dean to call me and give me the all clear. That’s where you’ll find me when the job’s done. And, Cas?”

He pauses in the doorway, looking back at her with a tortured expression she never sees.

“Remember, we can’t leave any loose ends this time. That’s how you get more apocalypses.” ...

She’s ready and waiting for Dean when he walks in the bar. She can tell he’s taken a little effort with his appearance: his hair is freshly styled, he’s wearing a button-up that isn’t a flannel, and - wonder of wonders- he actually shaved. Having spent an extra minute or thirty on her own primping, she is pleased when his eyes go a little wide as they rake over her seated form.

“I already know I look good, but damned if you didn’t just make me feel edible,” she quips.

She is rewarded with the warmth of his smile as he takes the stool next to her. She’s pleased (but not surprised) when he brushes a kiss on her cheek in greeting. She sips her drink as he orders one of his own, and then they turn on their stools to survey the crowd. He leans a little closer to say something, and she hears him inhale when he gets near.

“You smell amazing. What is that?”

She grins behind her glass. Dean Winchester is not one to comment on a woman’s scent, at least, not in such an innocent, non-sexual way. And yet, both times around, he does just that.

“Lavender and clover blossoms from some boxes on my balcony. I clip some fresh bits sometimes and rub them on instead of perfume. Smells cleaner, less suffocating.”

“I like it.”

They talk about little nothings and nonsense for the next few minutes, favorite bands and movies and foods and anything she can think of just to listen to him talk, to experience him a little more. She doesn’t remember being able to make him laugh this much before, and she thinks maybe she’s doing just a little better time around.

“So, what’re you gonna wow me with?” he asks, gesturing towards the stage with his half-full glass.

“I was thinking ‘Making Love out of Nothing at All,’ but you could probably talk me into ‘Lonely Is the Night’ or even ‘All out of Love’ if you get me tipsy enough.”

He laughs, a bright, weightless sound that cracks her heart in half. She can’t help leaning in and kissing him then, and he leans right back, blissfully unaware of the burden she’s struggling more and more to hide. She pulls away, and he opens his mouth to say something, but she pecks him on the lips again just long enough to stop him speaking.

“You don’t. But you could.”

There’s that smile.

They sit in companionable silence for several songs, sipping their drinks and listening to the other singers. She’s just about to go put her first song request in when he looks over at her, freezing her utterly with one side-long glance.

“How long?”

She can’t have heard him right.

“I’m...I’m sorry?”

“How long have we got? Do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight, or can I keep you out later?”

Oh. Oh, God, Dean, why?

“You know what? I think I might actually go for some Bob Seger. Come help me pick one out.” ...

Chapter 7 (end)

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bitch-banshee · 4 years

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Goner

Prompt: Reader finds Derek on a hike while he's been wounded from hunters. She doesn't know about supernaturals so she thinks there's a serial killer. She takes him home and tends to his wounds.

This has been sitting for so long....sorry y’all.

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Living in a town where the main attraction is the woods was a blessing and curse. Hiking was always fun, finding new places all the time by a simple veer of the beaten path.

Until today.

I had just passed a small creek when i heard a sharp shout and a thud. Against my better brain waves and ignoring every movie ever. I decided to venture even further to see what was going on.

"Uhh hello?" The gentle English tilt to my voice slipped out in my fear. "Is there someone there" i continued treading as lightly as i could. If it was an animal that was hurt the last thing you wanted to do was scare it. I came around a large tree slowly, it wasn't an animal.

"Oh my god!" I whispered and fell to my knees. It was a man, and he had 4 long slash marks on his bare back. "A-are you okay, oh my god, who did this to you, can you stand, oh my god" my hands trembled as they reached for him. Too many questions Olivia.

"Okay okay okay, i need you to stand, can you do that for me?" A grunt, we were getting somewhere. "Alright, wanna tell me your name?" He leaned heavily against me, and i was thankful for all the months I'd been hiking.

"Mm Derek" he slurred, his head lolling to one side. "Okay! Derek, I'm gonna bring you to my car okay? Is that alright?" Another grunt. Not a man of words i see.

"It's just over the hill, can you make that Derek, i need you to tell me, or else I'll call an ambulance to help" at this his eyes snapped open, "no hospital " it was clear, free of the slur from before. Okay, "cool, no hospital, i can work with that, you're lucky I'm a doctor, not for people but i don't think that matters" a dry laugh slipped from my lips.

I was rambling, and i knew it. More than once i was all to aware of his slipping consciousness, and the blood sliding over my fingers. But by some miracle we made it to my truck.

"Okay Derek, can you lean here for just a second, I've got a towel in the back" incoherent words slipped from his lips, an agreement i think. I'll never know.

Still with shaking hands, i draped the towel over his back. He hissed, I'd drenched it in water, because putting a dry towel on an open wound was stupid. "Sorry sorry" somehow i got him in my passenger seat. He didn't lean back.

Okay, so he's aware enough to not get blood on my seat. Great. With a shut of the door and a sprint to the other side. The car ride was filled with shuddering breaths and soft apologies. Someone had tried to hill him. With a knife it looked, I'd been paying attention to the news.

Animal attacks, and half found bodies, someone was slaughtering people so bad the only explanation was an animal. My mind churned, i wouldn't be going back into the woods until they caught that lunatic. If i found Derek, that killer could find me. I looked over with frantic eyes "still with me Derek" a soft hum slid from his chest to my ears.

When we pulled up to my house, getting him out was way harder than getting him in. "Okay Derek just lean over like that, I've got you, Oh shit" he slipped and i caught him twisting before we both fell.

"We're not doing that again, agreed" i didn't expect him to answer. His face was ashen, it made me nervous. With fumbling fingers and hot breaths i busted through my front door. We didn't make it to the garage where i had a table for this sort of thing. The kitchen it was.

With quick hands i sent everything onto the floor.

"Sorry Ana" i whispered to my housemate that wasn't in. "Derek, you there, i need you to lay on your stomach,I'm gonna clean you up okay?" I whispered, he flinched anyways.

Once he was laid down i ran to the garage. Pulling antiseptic and hydrogen peroxide. I heard a deep groan and raced back. He was moving, pushing his arms from the counter. "No no no no no" i pushed him back down.

"This isn't gonna hurt, but it won't feel good either, you ready?" A nod, halfhearted and heartbreaking. I pursed my lips in concentration, trying to still my wiggling hands. "Cmon liv" i admonished myself and tending to his wounds.

The cuts were long, deliberate and they weren't the only ones. Through careful cleaning and inspection there were bruises under all the blood. "Jesus. You still with me" i ran my fingers over his head, like i could a dog before snapping it back.

This was a person, flesh blood bones and brains. A muffled "yeah I'm here" and i almost cried out of relief. "AH words! Yes okay" i pulled out a needle and thread and stared "I'm gonna gave to stitch these, okay" a deep sigh, "okay"

After several deep breaths and some winces and grunts I'd put in about 150 stitches. "Don't move, I'm gonna get bandaids" i placed my hands softly on his shoulders, a drowsy murrp came from his mouth. Minutes later he was bandaged and lying on my couch. "Are you allergic to any pain medication?" I squatted before him.

"Derek, i can't give you anything for the pain if you don't tell me." The assertion in my voice surprised even me. "No, no meds, m'ok" he groaned and went to stretch before his face screwed up and his eyes popped open. Wide and scared.

"Don't panic, you're fine, you're okay" i soothed slightly "are you allergic?" I asked again. He shook his head, probably annoyed with my pestering. I nodded and stuck him with some morphine.

Maybe 20 minutes later Derek was fast asleep. I was thankful for the open floor plan because i could see him from the kitchen.

"No Ana i didn't go out looking for an injured man" i hissed over the phone. "Why did you bring him back?" "You've seen the news, people are dying, i couldn't leave him here. He looks like escaped from someone. You know what whatever, are you staying with Brenton tonight?" She humphed "i could be" i rolled my eyes, hearing her smug smile. "Do" was all i said before i heard Derek groan. "I'm gonna check on him, i call you later" "okay liv, be careful" i sighed and hung up.

Rounding the couch i saw he was still asleep but sweating. I put my hand on his head and he was burning up. "Shit" he was going to sweat the pain meds right out. I went to the fridge and took out some frozen corn before placing it on the back of his neck. He blew out a long breath, before settling against the chocolate brown couch. At that moment my stomach grumbled. "Let's hope you're alright while i cook" i said to his sleeping form, pulling my hands through my hair.

30 minutes later I'd made tomato soup and a grilled cheese when Derek moved. It took me all of four seconds to be in front of him. "Derek, hey, take it slow you're gonna rip your stitches" his green eyes were frantic, swiping over the unfamiliar room before landing on me.

"Who are you" he mouth settled in a scowl, eyes blazing green fire. "I-I'm Olivia, i found you in the woods. Y-you were dying" my voice trembled out, words flying from my mouth. I recapped the whole story of finding him and bringing him here and stitching him up.

His face softened, but not enough to not look intimidating "thank you, but i should leave" he made moves to get up. My hands slapped down on his still bare shoulders.

"LEAVE? You can't leave, you shouldn't even be able to stand. Your pain tolerance must be though the roof. You shouldn't be moving around for a few days Derek. Then we should go to the police. I wanted to take you to the hospital but you said very seriously in your blood loss haze no to that. I'm sorry, I'm talking a lot, but you can't leave." I kept shaking my head, hands squeezing his shoulder involuntarily at my hasty speaking.

"Okay" was all he said. Gruff and annoyed.

"Okay" i responded "i made soup, do you want some" he nodded slowly, his gaze so alert and sliding over my face it made me shiver. I made him promise not to move while i got his food.

Derek needed to leave. He needed to get out of this house with this strangely nice and gorgeous woman. His eyes slid over her face and he'd wished he'd remained on her eyes. The baby blues were captivating enough. But when he let his gaze wander to the small nose and full pink lips being worried by her teeth. He felt his nostrils flare when she walked away from him.

She smelled like rain and honeysuckle. Not to mention the unintentional way of her hips made him weak and willing to do anything for her. When she set the steaming food in front of him with an easy smile and an earnest nod he knew he was a goner.

"What were you running from?" She inquired, smelling of anxiety atop her natural scent. He didn't answer, he couldn't, clearly she didn't know anything of his kind or the hunters hellbent on ending his life.

"Cmon Derek, it's okay, someone tried to hurt you, no doubt a serial killer that would've cut you up and scattered you around the woods" her voice lilted in a way that proved not only did she know nothing about supernaturals she also wasn't from here.

"How did you know what to do" he asked a question of his own. She faultered, caught off by such a question.

"I'm a vet, i moved here a few months ago, and I've been unable to catch up with the clinic owner here" she shrugged and nibbled at her sandwich. Derek caught a whiff of sadness and immediately felt bad.

"Sorry, thank you for not letting me die" his voice was stiff, he knew the slashes had already healed. Unless they hadn't, by the twist of his back and the ebbing pain that bloomed being any indication. She was immediately up, swathing him in her scent again "don't do that, God you're going to rip those open" she was behind him.

Soft fingers searing over his back, warmth flowing from her to him. He humphed "you're a good cook" he tried to appeal to her, to ease her strong feelings of anxiety and lingering sadness.

"Liar, I'm a horrid cook, you got lucky we had the only thing i can cook in the house" she laughed and it was like windchimes. Floating through the air, she was so soft spoken it didn't hurt his werewolf ears.

Like stiles did when he rambled, getting louder and louder. Her voice thinned and quieted as more words flew from her mouth. He realized he hadn't been listening to what she was saying. Her mumbles quiet as she continued to look over and slide her fingers over his back.

Yup he was a goner.

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@dylinski @terminallygenius @parker-potter @just-jordie-things

#alpha derek #derek hale #hale #derek #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #teen wolf au #derek x oc!#tyler heochlin #tyler hoechlin #derek is such a dumb soft boi #someone tried to kill him and liv is gonna figure out who.#i just need someone to care for derek #i deserve hale babies

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Rumour Has It

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Part 1 Part 2

Request: Um.. Can I request a Seb song fic? It's Adele's rumour has it. It's up to you to make it a one shot,, or long ones! Thx:)))

A/N: So, this was supposed to only be one part but I just kept writing and writing.... this ended up being over 6K words and it’s probably somewhere around the middle of this story so... Yeah, decided to split it into two parts. If you guys are not happy with the ending, I could MAYBE do an alternate ending that would probably not fit the song or the way I thought about it. Some people may think of it differently but I hope you like my take on it and enjoy reading this long piece.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 6,085

Warning: If your name is Tempesta or Tempest to be exact, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend anyone, I actually think Tempest is a pretty damn cool name. I’m sorry I made the reader speak so badly about the name. I just searched rare names and Tempest showed up.

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The lyrics in the video and the lyrics I've added in this story are different because the lyrics I wrote down are the ones on the album version.

You had been friends with Sebastian for a long time. You were very close, spent a lot of time together. He was the kind of friend you could talk to when something bothered you, he was also the kind of person to distract you when you wanted to forget about something. He was the type of friend you could always rely on, no matter what.

The close friendship that you two had was something that had other people questioning if it was only a friendship or something more. Especially since both of you were in the public eye.

You nor Sebastian really minded it. Sure, sometimes the questions about the two of you possibly dating got annoying but most of the time, it really didn't bother you that much. The both of you knew what you two had was just a friendship. Neither of you even thought about it as anything other than a friendship. Sure, you thought Sebastian was attractive, there was no denying that but you were sure you only saw him as a friend.

Until Sebastian got himself a girlfriend.

It came up one night when the two of you were at his place. You two were watching a movie and eating pizza. He mentioned having been seeing her. Although for the next few times she would continue to come up in a conversation between you and Sebastian you tried to act like you didn't remember her name, it was seared into your brain that very first time.

"What kind of a name is Tempest?" You scoffed as the name of the woman Sebastian was seeing got revealed. "That's a whore's name if I've ever heard one," you muttered to yourself while taking a bite of the slice of pizza you were holding.

"What did you just say?" Sebastian asked, eyes widening in surprise at your judgmental words.

Your eyes did the same as you realized what you had said. For some reason you had become very angry at the mention of her name, or from the mention of her in general.

"Come on, Seb," you laughed, looking at him to see him staring at you with his brows knitted together. "Tempest? If that doesn't sound like a name for a stripper or prostitute then I don't know what does."

Sebastian let out a sigh in frustration and placed his arm on the backrest behind you. "Her name's actually Tempesta."

"So... French?" You asked, just wondering, not really caring.

Sebastian shrugged as a response.

"Uh-huh," you replied while crossing your arms and looking away from him.

Sebastian raised a brow at your strange behavior and the angry glare you held in your eyes as you watched the movie. "What's wrong?" He asked, confused.

You glanced back at him and saw the questioning look on his face. Looking at him, you also started thinking about how odd you were acting. You looked away from him, incredibly confused.

"So, her name is Tempesta but she wants to be called Tempest?" You asked, trying to divert the conversation away from you. "I know what kind of attention she wants..." You muttered under your breath again, standing up and going over to the bathroom.

"What was that?" Sebastian asked. His tone held no anger so you were sure he hadn't heard you.

You looked at him with a fake smile and shrugged. "Just said it was an interesting choice of a nickname."

Sebastian nodded but lstared at you with a suspicious look but let you leave without questioning any further. You quickly rushed to the bathroom and rested your hands on the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"What the hell was that?" You whispered to yourself with a frown covering your face.

As you thought about the words that had come out of your mouth, you put the lid of the toilet and sat down. You ran your hands over your face before staring at the door. You thought of all the hateful things you had said about the woman you had never even met and also the burst of strong emotion you had had. You had gotten angry...

Or were you jealous?

"Oh, no," you gasped silently before placing your hands over your face. "Damn it," you said, your palms muffling your voice.

She, she ain't real She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

The dreaded day had come. You were meeting the woman he had been seeing.

You were sitting on the dinner table with Sebastian sitting opposite you. You kept turning your glass, spinning it gently and looked at the beverage moving inside while Sebastian kept glancing at his phone.

"Where is she?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair the way you had only learned to really appreciate after learning about his new relationship. "She should have been here 40 minutes ago."

Well she's not making a good first impression, You thought to yourself. "I'm sure she'll be here soon," you said while reaching out to his hand that he was using to type a text on his phone. You took his hand in yours and sent him a small smile. "She'll be here soon," you repeated, hoping the opposite.

He sent a small smile back and squeezed your hand. You felt your cheeks flush and you took a deep breath as quietly and subtle as you could. You looked down at your intertwined hands and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly every little touch you two shared ignited a fire within you. You cursed at yourself for not realizing how you truly felt about him sooner. His damn girlfriend was making her way to the restaurant you were at.

"Oh, she's here," Sebastian said and pulled his hand away, making yours drop down to the hard surface of the table. You sighed in disappointment and pulled your hand back, grabbing the drink you had on the table and took a big gulp.

"Y/N?" Sebastian called out from beside the table and you turned to look at him, seeing a beautiful, a gorgeous woman with Sebastian's arm around her waist. You saw her manicured hand making its way to his chest where she rested it before laying her head on his shoulder. She pulled back up as Sebastian decided to finally introduce you two. "This is Tempest," he said and you stood up from your seat.

You extended your hand for her to shake and she gave you the most fake smile you had ever seen. She shook your hand, her grip loose. "Nice to meet you," she said while pulling her hand away from you and placing it on Sebastian's shoulder once again, keeping her eyes on you.

You shot her a questioning look before glancing at Sebastian quickly. He nodded towards Tempesta, urging you on to say the same to her. You sighed through your nose and sent a small smile in her direction. "It's nice to meet you, too."

She flashed her pearly white teeth and Sebastian moved over and held out a chair for her to sit on. You felt disappointed that he didn't offer to do it for you like he had done before she had arrived. You sat down on your own and saw him sitting down soon after. You looked at him more closely and saw that her foundation had smudged on his light blue button up.

"Seb," you said and he turned to you with a smile. You pointed to your own shoulder before pointing at his. "You've got a little..."

Sebastian glanced down at his shirt and chuckled. "I'm going to go try to get this off. I'll be right back." He flashed both of you a smile which only she returned.

She didn't even apologize for what happened to his shirt. You couldn't help but start your mental pros and cons list about her. So far, there were only cons.

"So, what are you going to order?" She asked while reading through the menu.

"Oh, I'm—"

"I think I'm going to take a salad."

You mentally rolled her eyes when she didn't let you finish. "Really?" You asked, faking an interested tone. "You sure you don't want..." You trailed off as you looked through the menu for the greasiest option. "Number 18?"

She shook her head and laughed although she cringed. "I can't. I'm a model, I have to take care of myself."

You mentally rolled your eyes again, almost doing it physically. "Oh, you're a model?" You asked, deciding not to mention the comment about 'taking care of herself'.

"Yes, I'm just starting out. I'm not that famous, yet," she laughed charmingly. "Although I do hope I get big soon," she said and nodded at the seat Sebastian had sat on.

Your face fell at her latter comment and you placed the menu back on the table before looking around for Sebastian. "Are you saying you're hoping to get more famous because of Seb?" You asked with a whisper.

She shook her head with a smile.

"Are you using him?" You asked and your voice was getting louder.

"No!" She said with a laugh. You pursed your lips and your jaw tensed. You couldn't believe she was laughing! This was a serious topic, you weren't going to sit back and let this aspiring model use Sebastian for fame and money. "I'm not really using him, just hoping to get acknowledged along the way."

Your fists clenched underneath the table and you stood up, excusing yourself before you neared the bathrooms, hoping to run into Sebastian.

You saw him walking from around the corner and he smiled instantly. "Hey, Y/N," he said and neared you. "Is something wrong? You seem a little—"

"You need to stop seeing Tempesta," you stopped him before he could finish what he was about to say.

He took a step back and his brows furrowed. "What?" He asked quite harshly.

You huffed, placing a hand over your forehead as you realized you had started with the wrong thing. "Listen, I know she's pretty and all that but she literally just said she wants fame to come out of dating you. She's a big faker! A gold digger! You need to stop seeing her."

Sebastian shook his head in disbelief and crossed his arms on his chest. "I can't believe you."

"Me?" You asked, placing a hand on your chest. "What have I done?"

"You just jump into conclusions! The first time I mentioned her, you called her a whore."

"I know and that was a... I don't know what that was but this time I swear—"

"If you can't stop trying to find something wrong with her instead of trying to get along, you can just leave," he said with his voice rising as he gestured to the exit. "Because I am staying here with her whether you like it or not." He finished and went back over to the table.

You sighed, calming yourself before standing up straight and going back to the table. To say you were hurt that he'd rather choose his girlfriend over you was an understatement. As he had said it, it felt like he had ripped your heart out of your chest and tossed it in the nearest trashcan.

You had known him for much longer than she had. You had build a strong bond with him. You knew you cared about him more than she did or ever would. She was literally using him. She didn't care about him, she cared about the fame.

Although it hurt you, you put on the best smile you could muster and sat back down on the table. You saw Sebastian with a pleased smile on his face.

You took another deep breath and took the menu in your hands. You were going to get through the dinner, for Sebastian.

She is a stranger You and I have history Or don't you remember Sure, she's got it all But, baby, is that really what you want

You had invited Sebastian over to your place the next week on Friday. You had nothing special planned. You just wanted to talk to him. You had tried to get a hold of him all week but he hadn't really had the time because he was hanging out with his girlfriend that you still despised.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked presentable. You never really made an effort to look nice for Sebastian and in your mind, you were trying to convince yourself you were just doing it for yourself but in the back of your mind, you knew you were doing it for Sebastian.

You weren't really expecting him to really react any differently, you weren't trying to seduce him or anything. You just wanted to make a little effort to look a bit nicer for him. You wanted to start out small and slow. You had no intentions of making a move on him or tell him how you truly felt about him. You didn't want to ruin his relationship, no matter how much you wanted it to crash and burn.

You heard the doorbell ringing and you rushed over to the door, opening it to see Sebastian holding takeout in his hands. He smiled instantly but his gaze fell down to your body and his eyes widened. "What—" He started, not able to stop his eyes from raking up and down your body. "What's this?" He asked, referring to your body.

You looked down and realized you had a black silk robe on. You had completely forgotten to change into some actual clothes as you had heard the doorbell ringing. You chuckled sheepishly and shrugged while tightening the robe around your body. You were only wearing your fanciest black lace lingerie set underneath it which may or may not have been intentional. You crossed your arms over your chest and smiled up at him. "Sorry, I just got excited that you got here." You shrugged and hugged him briefly.

Sebastian smiled once again, now it was much wider and held more joy behind it than the previous one. He nodded and got in, closing the door behind him.

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to go get some shorts," you said before turning around, very aware that he could see a bit of your bottom from underneath the hem of the robe. "Unless you have a problem with me wearing this?" You added as you spun around again.

He shook his head, clearing his throat. It looked like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on you face and you bit the inside of your cheek to not show him how pleased you were that he was obviously feeling some type of way because of the way you were dressed.

"No it's perf— It's fine."

You nodded and headed to your bedroom once again. From the mirror that was on the wall in front of you, you saw that Sebastian was checking you out, even tilting his head as his eyes landed on your bottom. You decided not to call him out on it and quickly went to your bedroom and put on some pajama shorts before going back to find him sitting on your couch while setting all the food on the table.

"I got your favorite," he called out as he heard your footsteps behind him.

"You're the best," you said as you flopped down on the couch next to him, patting his thigh. You held your hand on his leg as you reached out for the food. You felt his muscles flexing under your touch and the promises about not making a move were slowly starting to unravel.

You pulled back and got comfortable on the couch. A part of you wanted to throw your legs over his lap like you usually would but he was obviously feeling slightly flustered, you decided against it. You had to slow down.

"Are you feeling alright?" You asked while shoving mouthful of the food in your mouth. "You seem a little... on edge."

"I'm good," he said with a nod. "Happy to finally see you again."

Your cheeks warmed up immediately and you damned the way he could make your mood shift so easily. You really were in deep for the man. You wish you would have noticed it sooner.

The two of you started talking about this and that, practically covering every topic imaginable until she was mentioned again.

"You know, me and Tempest went to this—" He was interrupted by you groaning. "What?"

"Can you please refer to her as Tempesta?" You asked with an exasperate sigh. "At least when she's not around. I can't take someone seriously when their name is Tempest."

"Why not?" Sebastian asked. "Tempest means a storm. What's so bad about that?"

"It may mean storm but sounds like what you call a very tempting woman if you catch my drift."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and took a bite of his food. "I don't understand why you have such a big problem with her," he muttered angrily. "Come on, she's alright."

You snorted. "Alright?" You asked. "She's you're girlfriend and the adjective you use to describe is 'alright'?" You laugh again. "Just admit it, you're not happy with this girl!"

"I am!" Sebastian said as he put his food back on the coffee table in front of you two. "Seriously, why do you have a problem with her? What's wrong with her?"

"Why do you even care about what I think about her?" You asked, starting to sound as angry as he did.

Sebastian fell quiet and his jaw tensed as he swallowed hard. You saw his Adam's apple popping as he looked into your eyes with his own fierce ones. He was clearly mad but as much as he seemed to want to let everything he was thinking to burst out, he kept it inside.

You sighed, placing your food on the table as well. "Can I just ask you something?" You asked calmly, seeing him shifting on his seat. He nodded, letting you ask what was on your mind. "Where is she from?"

Sebastian's brows furrowed but you urged him on, wanting to hear his answer. He huffed and thought about it, not knowing the answer. "I'm not sure, actually."

You nodded, humming. "Does she have siblings?"

Sebastian shrugged, a frown making its way to his face. "I don't know."

"Are her parents alive?"

"Don't know that either. I'd assume they are."

You threw your hands up in the air and let them drop down onto your thighs. "See! You don't know anything about this girl. You're complete strangers."

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and turned towards you on the couch, lifting one of his legs on the couch and laid his arm on the backrest. "We're still getting to know each other."

"What do you talk about with her?" You asked. "It clearly isn't about personal stuff."

"Mostly her career, my career, what we do during the day."

"That's it?" You asked, surprised. "You're in a relationship, committed to this person and the only thing you talk about is your day? Honey, you don't sound like a couple you sound like co-workers who are not that good friends but are the only ones at work and they feel the need to make a little conversation."

He chuckled at your metaphor and nodded, "I can see that."

You rested your elbow on the back rest and turned your body towards his so you two were facing each other. You laid your head on your hand and saw the thoughtful look on his face. Staying still, you reached out to him with your other hand and nudged his shoulder. "She's almost like a complete stranger to you, Seb. You deserve to be with someone who is interested in you, not only your career. You deserve someone who wants to know about your childhood, who wants to know what scares you, what makes you happy or sad..." You said as you gently placed your hand on his chest and scooted closer. "You deserve someone who actually cares about you."

Sebastian glanced down at his lap and took your hand in his, still keeping it on his chest. He nodded, agreeing with you. "She's just hard to break. Don't you think she cares about me? She just isn't the type to have a heart to heart."

"Seb, you're a person who likes to have a heart to heart with a person you trust, a person who cares about you."

"Like you?" He asked carefully.

You nodded, pursing your lips. "Like me."

His gaze switched between your eyes as if he was looking for answers to the questions running through his head, or more like searching for the questions he didn't know how to ask.

"Sebastian, we have history. We know basically everything about each other," you began and scooted even closer, laying your hand that was on the side of your face on his shoulder, moving to the back of his neck. "I care about you. More than she does."

Sebastian kept looking at you, not able to glance away for even a second.

"I know Tempesta is pretty, gorgeous, really. I know she lives like a celebrity and she is starting to get more recognition. She has a similar lifestyle to yours. She seems very put together. She has everything," you said and smiled sadly. "But... Is that really what you want?" You asked quietly.

Sebastian glanced back down before looking into your eyes and shook his head slowly. "I don't think so," he whispered with a guilty look on his face. "I need more than that."

"There are people who can give you what you need," you replied, your gaze falling to his lips. His tongue pushed past his pink lips to wet them before his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You shuddered at the sight, hot breath hitting the side of his face.

"Like you?" He asked quietly, pulling his hand away from yours and placing it on your thigh. His broad chest was heaving up and down and you could feel the warmth of his body more prominently. Or maybe it was just your own body heat.

You started leaning in, your noses merely touching as your eyes closed. You swallowed the small lump in your throat, feeling his breath on your neck, making goosebumps appear. "Like me," you replied.

Sebastian's grip on your thigh tightened and he leaned in only to rest his forehead on yours with a sigh as his cellphone started ringing. You both pulled away. You sat back as he reached for his phone and watched intently as his jaw clenched at the sight of the screen. He was quick to answer the call with a small, "Hey."

You listened carefully, hearing a feminine voice on the other end of the line. They were very loud, practically screaming through the phone.

"Wait, where are you?" Sebastian asked slightly louder. "Where are your friends?" He asked before rolling his eyes at the answer he got back. "Of course they ditched you," he muttered and got up from the couch. "I'll be there in ten."

You sighed in disappointment and turned on the couch to rest your back against the backrest. You let your head fall back and closed your eyes. You hoped, with all your heart, that what had just happened wouldn't make things worse for you two.

"It's Tempest. She's in a club alone, needs a ride."

You crossed your arms as you lifted your head up. You stared ahead of you and nodded. "Is she okay?" You asked, not really caring.

"She's fine," he answered with a bored tone. "I'm sorry."

You looked up at him, shrugging. "You do what you've gotta do," you said while standing up. "I was beginning to get tired anyway."

"Good night, then."

"Good night."

The air between you was clearly uncomfortable and your stomach churned. You shook your head slightly, thinking about how that 'not making a move' plan had gone out of the window. You looked back up at him to see him staring at his phone. You leaned forward and gently nudged him towards the door. "Drive safely. Take her to her house, leave a glass of water before you go home, whatever."

He smiled and chuckled lightly. "I will."

You nodded, hoping he really was going to take her to her place and not stay over. "Lock the door when you go." You said as you headed took the takeout from the table and headed to the kitchen to put them in the fridge.

"Of course," he called out before nearing the exit.

You put the food in the fridge and closed the door as you heard the front door close. You rested your forehead against the fridge door and cursed silently under your breath.

Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds You made a fool out of you And, boy, she's bringing you down She made your heart melt But you're cold to the core

Not more than a day passed when you finally heard from Sebastian again. You had been too embarrassed and nervous to contact him after what had happened. You two had almost kissed.

As you were just sitting back on your couch and looking through some emails, you got a message from Sebastian. It was a picture.

You opened it, not knowing what to expect. You opened the picture and it was only a Starbucks cup with his name on it. No, it had Sedabstian written on the side.

You looked at the picture in confusion and just as you were about to type a text back, Sebastian sent another picture to you, now it was him dabbing.

You rolled your eyes and rested your head on your palm, groaning before bursting into laughter.

SEBASTIAN NO, you wrote back.

A couple of seconds later a text arrived from him that said, SeDABstian YES.

You're such a dork. Also, everyone is so over dabbing. I don't even remember when that began, you typed back to him before tossing your phone on the couch next to you and turned back to your laptop to check on emails. You shook your head, thinking back on what Sebastian had sent you. You were surprised he even knew what a dab was. The man called memes, mee-mees. He wasn't always aware of internet trends like that.

Another message was sent to you and you took your phone in hand, seeing another text from Sebastian. It read: I missed you.

Your heart fluttered at the three little words on the screen and you couldn't help but smile. You typed a quick text back to him telling him you kind of missed him too. You wanted to make a remark how it had only been a day but since you felt the same way, you chose not to.

The texts continued back and forth for a while before he asked you what you were doing for the rest of the day. He asked you to hang out at his place since Tempesta was working the whole day and you rolled your eyes at the mention of her name.

You lift almost immediately, changed to different clothes and got in your car. You drove to Sebastian's place and went up to the door, ringing the door bell. You didn't have to wait long until he was at the door. He looked a little tense but still he had a smile on his face as he saw you. He invited you in but didn't offer a hug which let you know that something was definitely up.

You two walked over to the living room and sat down. His posture was very stiff and you decided to ask something about it.

"What's wrong? You seem tense."

"Had a bit of a fight with..." He trailed off. You picked up on it and mentally thanked him for not saying her name.

"I'm sorry," you said. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked and placed your hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head. "Nah, I just want to forget about it for a while."

You smiled, kind of glad he wanted to forget about it and not talk about it with you. Although if he wanted to talk, you would have listened. You would do anything for Sebastian.

"I kinda feel like having ice cream. What about you?"

"I'd love some ice cream."

"Great! Don't you have a jacket?"

"It's warm, it's fine."

"We might be out late. Take this," he said and handed you one of his jackets.

You took his jacket and wrapped it around your waist before you two got in his car and drove a few blocks away from the nearest ice cream shop. The two of you got out of the car and started walking, talking about what he was going to be filming next. He seemed like he was going to be pretty busy with different projects.

"Dude, am I gonna see you at all this year?" You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. "I mean, congrats on all these different films but—"

"Thank you," he interrupted you. "And of course you're going to see me. I can fly you out to come and see me if you start missing me too much."

"You do know my life doesn't revolve around you, don't you?" You chuckled as the two of you stepped in the shop.

You two waited in line until you got to the counter. When the employee looked up at you, his eyes widened. "Winter Soldier," he whispered almost inaudibly.

You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing and glanced at Sebastian, seeing him with an embarrassed smile on his face. You smiled at the boy behind the counter who looked at Sebastian. "Yeah, Winter Soldier's getting ice cream," you muttered.

"What can I get you?" The starstruck teenager asked, trying hard to contain himself and not freak out. "Would you like to try our Marvel specials?" He asked as he showed a poster on the wall behind him, seeing ice cream sundaes inspired by some Marvel characters.

"Damn, what a coincidence. Ooh, I'll take a Winter Soldier sundae," you smiled widely, looking at Sebastian.

"Good choice. Winter Soldier's the best."

Sebastian chuckled at the comment and looked at you as well, smiling. "I'll take the Black Widow one," he said.

"Oh, of course." You playfully rolled her eyes. "You really are desperate to have Bucky and Nat get together in the movies."

"It's in the comics!" He defended himself. "People need to respect the comics."

You waited for the kid to make your sundaes and paid for them. Just as you were about to leave, the boy asked if he could take a picture with you two. He called out one of his coworkers to take the picture after you and Sebastian agreed. You both held your ice cream sundaes up and smiled. The boy asked for Sebastian's autograph too before you finally got to leave. You decided to prance around while enjoying your special sundaes.

"Don't eat yours yet, I need a picture of this." He took out his phone. He stood right beside you, head almost leaning on yours as he raised his phone. "Hold out yours like this," he said as he extended the hand with a cup of sundae in it. You followed his movements and tilted your head to look at his phone screen, trying to see how the picture was going to turn out.

"It looks good, doesn't it?" He asked as he showed you the phone.

You nodded, smiling. "It's perfect."

Sebastian wrote a quick caption before posting the picture on Instagram. He then shoved his phone in his pocket and the two of you continued walking around.

"Wait you've got little red star sprinkles?" He asked. "Mine has red hourglass shaped sprinkles."

"You know these sundaes are kind of matching," you pointed out.

"Another readon for Marvel to make BuckyNat happen."

You shook your head, smiling as you took a bite of your sundae. You chose to take a bite of the silver ice cream ball to find out it was just vanilla with some food coloring. You had yet to taste the nearly black ice cream.

"Is it good?"

"Yeah, it's fine. You want some?"

He nodded and handed you his sundae while he took yours. You tasted the red ice cream and hummed at the taste. "Cherry?" You asked.

Sebastian shrugged, mumbling, "I don't know." He tasted your sundae and let out a quiet moan. "Oh, man... I taste good."

"Yeah, you do," you said and took your sundae back.

Sebastian shot you a surprised look and you realized what you had just said. You both burst out laughing. You held your hand on his shoulder as you laughed. As you both calmed down a bit, he slung his arm around your shoulders. "I really did miss you," he whispered while pulling you closer.

You smiled and wrapped your arm around his back. "I missed you too." You admitted before looking up at him. "And I'm glad to see you've already cheered up."

He sighed sadly and pulled his arm away from you. His mood dropped instantly and you grew worried once more. You placed your hand on his arm, making him look at you. "Seb, what happened?"

"I think Tempesta and I kind of broke up."

There it was, the name you always hated to hear. This time, you didn't focus on the name, though, you focused on the fact that he just said their relationship was over.

"What?" You asked. "I'm so sorry. You two seemed so happy."

"Happy?" He asked, almost amused. "Really? Because I remember you saying 'Just admit it, you're not happy with this girl!' a few days ago."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, hinting that you didn't want to think about the night.

"You do remember."

"No... When was this?" You asked, trying to act clueless.

"The night we almost kissed."

You stopped in your tracks and so did he. You turned to look at him with wide eyes and saw him staring down at you with a determined look. He was suddenly in no mood for jokes.

"Oh," you said quietly, looking down at the pavement. "That night."

"Yes, that night."

You nodded, continuing to walk. "So, what came between you and—"

"Did you want to kiss me that night?" He surprised you once again.

"Seriously, though. How did things end with—"

"Y/N, please," he begged as his fingers wrapped around your arm. You turned around, trying to seem as calm as you could while looking into his desperate eyes. "Answer the question."

You stayed quiet, pursing your lips as you glanced at the ground. He wanted to know if you had wanted to kiss him. He would definitely call your bluff if you were to lie. So, you decided to go with the truth.

"Yes," you said as you looked back up at him. "I did want to kiss you."

You looked around anxiously, wanting to look anywhere but him. You felt his eyes burning on yours but you didn't dare to look at him. That was until you felt his hand on your shoulder.

Your eyes immediately met his in an intense gaze that made your heart flutter. He leaned down enough to be on the same eye level as you and the corners of his lips flickered upwards only slightly. "I really wanted to kiss you, too."

You only realized how close the two of you were when the click of a camera was heard far away. Your head snapped to the side to see a paparazzo taking pictures of you two. You gently pushed Sebastian away and pointed your eyes to the paparazzo although you were facing Sebastian. He took notice of your actions and followed your gaze, acknowledging the fact that you had been caught in very close proximity.

"We should probably head back to the car," he said and you followed as he started walking again.

You glanced at the paparazzo one more time and sighed, knowing there were going to be pictures of you and Sebastian up on the internet tomorrow.

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[HR] "Hello, Nine-Triple-One, how may I help you?"

I'd taken that route a thousand times. Maybe even more. Every bend and curve became muscle memory to me. Every tree and every rock became recognizable. The view of the valley below, as you cling to the edge of the mountain peak, became as common a sight to me as my own home.

Every day on my way back home, my bike and I would cling to the tarmac of that winding road, the cool mountain air and the hum of the engine below me becoming part of my routine. Brake here, swing hard there. Accelerate until there.

Maybe I wasn't being as careful as I should have been. Maybe the darkness caused the irregularity, causing the all-recognizable treeline to become strange and menacing to me. Maybe the shadows stretched the road an extra inch that I wasn't used to.

All I know is, I didn't brake in time.

I could see it coming, but it was just too late. I slammed the brakes as hard as I could, my tires locking below me as they squealed and smoked in protest. But it wasn't enough.

I slammed into the safety barrier, the impact jarring my bones as it traveled through my body. My bike came to a dead stop as the barrier crunched around it.

I didn't stop.

There was a moment of weightlessness. I felt calm as I rose in the air, my thoughts collecting themselves into a resounding 'oh fuck', as my situation sunk in.

Then I fell, my stomach sinking into my gut as I realized what it meant. My moment of weightlessness was over as gravity swiftly re-affirmed its hold on me, reminding me sharply of what happens to those who defy it.

I smashed into the first tree, the impact crashing through my frail body as I heard my own bones crunch. Momentum carried me onward, flipping me over as I flew through the trees at breakneck speed.

After what felt like an eternity, I hit the bottom hard, the unrelenting ground coming up and forcing the air out of my lungs. I laid there for a moment, as my brain frantically assessed the damage.

That was when I first screamed.

My body burned, the skin over my leg stretching taut where bones lay broken under its surface. I pushed myself up, leaning myself against a fallen log, my vision going white as fresh pain seared through me.

I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to force back the darkness of unconsciousness as I assessed the damage. My leg was bent at the wrong angle, in two places where it shouldn't be. It hurt to breathe. My arm felt like it had been smashed by a sledgehammer and my head felt cloudy, unfocused.

My stomach felt warm, though.

Wet.

I lifted up my shirt, letting out a small cry as I saw the branch sticking through it. It was the width of my thumb, and there was no telling how deep it had gotten.

I started to panic as blood slowly seeped out the wound, painting my stomach a violet color in the moonlight and drenching the soil beneath me in an endless stream.

I needed help. I needed help badly.

I pawed at my jacket pocket, forcing my shaking fingers to rip open the velcro holding it closed and fishing out my phone.

I tapped the fingerprint scanner and it came to life, bathing me in its blissful LED light.

It still worked. It survived the crash. Thank God.

I clumsily opened its dialer, then typed those three numbers that were seared into my head since I was a kid. I put it on speaker and forcefully flipped up my helmets visor, as the call connected on the first ring.

"Hello! Nine-triple-one here, how may I help you?" said a light, cheery voice through the speaker.

"Gah, fuck, I need an ambulance!" I managed to croak out through clenched teeth. "Please, it's urgent! I fell off the side of I-40, and now I'm… I'm bleeding everywhere, and… And… Oh God, think I broke a few bones."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, as the lady on the other line stayed silent. I took a few shallow breaths, trying not to agitate my chest any more than it already was.

Suddenly, she laughed. It was sincere, almost apologetic, but with every passing moment I became more and more infuriated by it.

"What the fuck? I need help!" I started screaming into the microphone, in an attempt to shut her up. "Why the fuck are you laughing?!"

"Oh my, I'm sorry! It's just… Heh… Hoo boy… You must be looking for nine-one-one right?" she replied.

"Yes! Fuck! I need serious help!" I shouted, as I watched my life drain from the hole in my stomach.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, but it seems you called the wrong number!" she said, her voice straining as she tried to hold back further laughter. "A common mistake, but a mistake nonetheless! Sorry about that!"

For a moment it didn't sink in. My mind, in its haze, just couldn't process this new information. I stared at the screen of my phone for a few moments, "9111" displaying in bold on its screen.

My vision started to go dark, as the cold crept through my body.

My head started to feel light.

"Fuck, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die here."

I started to cry, my eyes burning as the first tear fell and I realized just what I had done to myself.

It was stupid of me. Stupid to think that I was better at driving than I was. Stupid to think I could judge the distance the same at night as in day. Stupid to drive so fast in the first place.

It was a stupid thing to do, and I'm going to die a stupid death because of it.

"Alright. Sorry about that. Bye." I managed to say to the speaker, as I attempted to lift my hand and hang up.

"Woah, hold your horses there Michael deary. If you hang up now you won't be able to contact anyone else." the lady said, her voice becoming serious for the first time. "You've lost a lot of blood, right? Try moving your fingers."

For a moment I sat there, confused. I didn't remember giving her my name, but my head was so fuzzy, I couldn't be sure if that's true. I stared at my hands, I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, but I could still see them hanging there, limp.

I tried wiggling them. I could barely get them to wiggle the way I wanted them to.

I couldn't feel them.

She was right. If I somehow managed to hang up, I wouldn't be able to manipulate my fingers into dialing the right number anyways.

As it got even colder, I realized that this stranger will be the last person I'll ever speak to.

"Fuck. I'm going to die."

"Not necessarily, Michael my dear. See, we can still help you. It'll just cost a bit… More than usual." she replied, her voice washing over me as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"How much?" I slurred, as I barely kept my consciousness.

"Don't worry about it for now. All I need is for you to say yes, and we'll work out the fine details another time. How about it?" she cooed, her voice dripping with honey.

I didnt wanna die. I really didn't. If she could help, I wanted her to.

"Yes." I managed to spit out, before I lost consciousness.

My body was floating, the sound of the ocean waves washing over me and becoming louder and louder, roaring in my ears and drowning out all other sounds as I floated upwards, out of my broken body to somewhere better. Somewhere where it wasn't so cold.

Before I reached the top, I heard a ladies voice. It cut through the rumbling waves and whispered clearly into my ear.

"Perfect, Michael! See you in twenty years."

I woke up a few days later in a hospital bed, attached to countless wires and drips.

At first I had no clue where I was, what day it was, or even who I was. I had a severe concussion, three breaks in my left leg, a hairline fracture in my left arm and three broken ribs. On top of all that, I had severe open wounds in my abdomen thanks to the branch that lodged itself in there.

The doctors told me it was a miracle it missed anything vital, and that if it was a millimeter out to any side, it would have hit major arteries and I would have likely bled out before help arrived.

A family was driving home when they found my wreck of a bike on the side of the hill, still smoking, and stopped to investigate. When they saw that the barrier was smashed through, and that there was no driver in sight, they called for help.

The rescue team found me at the base of the mountain, about a hundred meters down, crumpled over myself and passed out. They found my phone next to me, it's screen still on, the words "call disconnected" flashing across it.

The recovery took months, the first few weeks spent in a confused daze as the concussion caused short-term memory loss. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there. I couldn't remember my girlfriend's name, or that we moved into town two years ago.

But slowly I regained my memories. It started bit by bit and in no particular order. I'd remember my old managers retirement party, or a date with my girlfriend a year ago. After a few weeks, though, it all came back to me.

I remembered the crash. The whistling of the wind flying past my helmet. The crack of the branches breaking against me.

The shock I felt when I finally landed. The pain searing through me as the adrenaline wore off.

I also remember the lady. How she laughed and laughed at me. How she offered me a deal, and that I took it.

But worst of all, I remember what she said as the world slipped away from me and went dark.

Her voice as smooth as butter, dripping with honey and venom.

"You'll love it down here, just wait and see."

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