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Worthy

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 9.7k (don’t look at me)

Contains: ANGST but with a happy ending, mentions of abuse, self-deprecation, Tony’s stupid quips, fight scenes (its age of ultron duh), tooth-rotting fluff, minor character deaths

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. Everyone except for the reader and her family belongs to Marvel.

Author’s Note: hiiii so I wrote this in 2021 when I was going through a really dark time. It brought me so much peace to write it and I figured it was time I share it with the world. Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts (such as if I should post more cause I got more 🫣) anyways I hope you like it!!

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Worthy. What a ridiculous word. A hypocritical one, too. There are those who believe with everything they’ve got— even to the point of being prideful— that they’re worthy. Others hope that they are. And the rest feel, deep down inside, that they’ll never be worthy.

“I bet it’s a trick,” Clint commented, spinning drumsticks between his fingers. He was sat next to Maria, and on his other side, Bruce and Natasha were deep in conversation. Tony and Rhodey sat on the futon. Dr. Cho was asleep.

Thor chuckled and handed a newly opened beer bottle to Steve. (Y/N) was on the carpet, her back against Steve’s strong legs. Thor shook his head. “No, no. It is much more than that.”

“Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power,” Clint mocked in a Shakespearean voice that made (Y/N) snort. “Whatever, man!”

Thor grinned and indicated his hammer, propped up on the coffee table. “Please, be my guest.”

Tony smirked at Clint. “Go ahead!”

Clint raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He leaped to his feet.

“Oh, this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey remarked.

Steve leaned down and whispered in (Y/N)’s ear. “Five bucks says he gives up after five seconds.”

“You’re on,” (Y/N) shot back. “I say ten seconds… gotta give the man a little credit.” She smiled to herself as Steve tickled her shoulder. If she were on the same level as him, she’d tickle him right back.

From the very beginning of the Avengers initiative, after that whole mess in 2012, Steve has always been the one (Y/N) was closest to, Clint being a very close second. It was an instant click. They loved the same movies, traded jokes and sarcastic comments, trained together, and even fell asleep next to each other on the couch on days off. Three years later, they are as close as ever.

Clint approached Mjölnir, a swagger in his step. Tony leaned forward in his seat. “Clint, you’ve had a tough week. We won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.”

Everyone chuckled at that and Clint ignored them, eyeing Thor. “You know I’ve seen this before, right?”

He reached for the handle and tugged, grunting as he did so. About five seconds later, he gave up, shaking his head. “I still don’t know how you do it!”

“Smell the silent judgment?” Tony jeered at Clint as (Y/N) grudgingly handed Steve five bucks.

Steve made it better with a flash of his perfect smile and a wink from his pretty blue eyes. Beaming, she rolled her eyes and focused on the petty ones in the room.

Clint held out his hand. “Stark, by all means.”

Tony shrugged and stood, earning a chorus of “Uh oh”, “Mmm-hmm”, “Oh here we go.” He practically strutted over to the hammer. “Never been one to shy away from an honest challenge.”

“Yeah, but how often do you win ‘em?” (Y/N) muttered and Steve laughed so hard he choked on his beer. Rhodey and a couple others went “ooo!”

Tony shot her a playful glare and looped his wrist through the loop on the top of the handle. “It’s physics.” He glanced at Thor. “Alright, so, uh, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?”

Thor nodded benevolently. “Yes.”

Tony grasped the handle and put one foot on the table. “I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta.” He grunted and pulled, but the hammer didn’t move at all. He removed the loop and cleared his throat. “Be right back.”

He stormed away and came back not one minute later with an Iron Man glove from his latest model. “That’s cheating!” Maria called.

Tony put it on and grasped the handle. “And I’m Tony Stark.” He yanked on the handle, but the Asgardian weapon remained unmovable. He turned his hand and little turbines came out of the arm, acting like a rocket. Still, Mjölnir stayed still as a rock.

(Y/N) shook her head, grinning as Tony struggled with the hammer. “Give it a rest, pretty boy, you can’t lift it.”

“I can and will, sugar lips,” Tony retorted good-naturedly. He waved Rhodey over and the latter put on his own hand gear from War Machine. Watching them try and lift it together was hysterical and (Y/N) could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard.

Next up was Bruce, who climbed on the table and screamed when he couldn’t lift the hammer. Everyone stared at him in amusement and he flushed pink, embarrassed.

(Y/N) had her head on Steve’s knee when Maria tried and failed. The former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent turned to (Y/N). “Alright, you’re up.”

She lifted her head, chewing on her lip. “Oh, no. I, uh, I’m not doing it.”

Tony whined. “Come on! After Capsicle and Shakespeare in the Park, you’re the strongest one here!”

He wasn’t wrong. That’s another reason she and Steve were both so close-- they were the only enhanced beings in the tower. Her super strength and cat-like agility earned her the nickname of The Leopard, only she wasn’t experimented on. Her mom had been a chemist for S.H.I.E.L.D. when (Y/N) was young, and one day she came to work with her mom and there was an explosion that resulted from the leak of a new serum designed to replicate the one inside Steve. She and her mom both got struck. The result? She got powers and her mom was killed.

“I’m not lifting it, Stark,” she said firmly. She held his gaze. Normally, she’d sigh at the sight of those puppy dog eyes and grudgingly give into whatever task he wanted her to complete. But this… this was different.

Thor boomed, “It is not about strength, Stark. It is about worthiness.”

And I’m the least worthy person here, she said silently.

Steve petted her head for a second before patting her shoulder. “I’ll try.”

Grateful, she shuffled to the side to let him stand. She took his place on the couch next to Thor and watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. His blonde hair glowed in the light and his arm muscles flexed as he gripped onto the hammer.

Clenching his jaw, Steve tugged on the hammer… and it moved slightly. Thrilled, (Y/N) stole a glance at Thor’s face and nearly pissed herself. Thor looked so shocked. Stifling her laughter, she watched as Steve pulled on the handle once more before letting go, holding up his hands in surrender.

Thor audibly blew out a sigh of relief, a small smile returning to his face. (Y/N) shoved his arm. “Don’t worry, no one’s coming for your throne, Thunder.”

Steve chuckled at that and sat back down next to her. Everyone looked at Nat, who smiled and took a sip of her beer. “Oh, no, no, that’s not a question I need answered.”

Tony raised his bottle. “All deference to the man who wouldn’t be king, but it’s rigged.”

Clint clapped Tony on the shoulder. “You bet your ass.”

Maria piped up, “Steve, he said a bad language word.”

“Did you tell everyone about that?” Steve demanded, glaring at Tony as (Y/N) buried her face in his shoulder to smother her laughter. Steve wrapped his arm around her instead of pushing her away, and when she lifted her head, she had to look away from Natasha, whose smirking expression was directed right at her and Steve. Nat has caught them curled up together on the couch before, and each time (Y/N) has told her “Steve is my best friend.” Even though I want more.

Tony leaped to continue his previous train of thought. “The handle’s imprinted. Like a security code. ‘Whosoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints’ is I think the literal translation.”

“Yes, that’s a, uh, very, very interesting theory,” Thor replied, standing with his Asgardian ale in one hand. “I have a simpler one.” He lifted the hammer with ease and flipped it, catching it gracefully. “You are all not worthy.”

(Y/N) shook her head with a small smile on her face, Steve and Clint laughed, Rhodey and Bruce scoffed, Tony groaned a “Come on!” and Maria and Natasha exchanged looks with the now awake Dr. Cho.

Suddenly, a loud feedback whine pierced the air and everyone reacted, some stiffening and the others covering their ears. Tony frowned and pulled out his transparent pad that controlled everything in the tower.

A voice that sent chills down (Y/N)’s spine came to their attention, as well as the clanking of metal. “Worrrrrrtttttthhhhyyyy.” A tattered, roughed-up-looking version of one of Tony’s suits lurched into the living room, leaking oil. It turned to face them. It flourished its hand, and when it spoke next, its voice was clearer, more masculine, and much more sinister. “No. How could you be worthy? You’re all killers.”

At that, (Y/N) stiffened as dread rooted deep down in her gut. Steve let go of her and stood, his stern eyes fixed on the robot. “Stark,” he challenged without looking at the billionaire.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.,” Tony called.

“I’m sorry, I was asleep.” The suit turned his head, the lights in his eyes flickering. “Or I was a dream.”

Tony tapped on the pad. “Reboot. We’ve got a buggy suit.”

The robot in front of them shielded his face. “There was this terrible noise, and I was tangled in… in…” he looked down at the wires and spare parts keeping the frame together. “...strings.”

(Y/N) and everyone else who had been sitting set down their drinks and stood, all of them tense. The suit flourished his hand again. “Had to kill the other guy… he was a good guy.”

“You killed someone?” Steve asked, serious and condescending.

Those words and his tone made (Y/N) feel a little sick, but she willed herself not to react and instead focused on the terrifying suit, which glanced at the floor. “Wasn’t my first call. But… in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” (Y/N) asked calmly.

The suit straightened up as the sound of a tape rewinding filled their ears. “I see a suit of armor around the world,” Tony’s voice came through.

Tony’s face paled. Bruce stared at him. “Ultron.”

(Y/N), Steve and Thor shot a bewildered look at Tony, while Natasha, Rhodey, and Clint all looked at Bruce for answers. Maria cocked her gun and Thor’s grip on his hammer tightened. (Y/N) clenched her fists and exchanged a look with Steve.

“In the flesh,” the suit answered. “Or, no, not yet. Not this… chrysalis. But I’m ready. I’m on a mission.”

Natasha tilted her head. “What mission?”

Ultron jutted his chin out, and if he had a real form, (Y/N) was sure he would be smiling. “Peace in our time.”

Three of Tony’s suits burst out of the wall, concrete and plaster raining down like hail. Almost everyone dove for cover. Steve flipped up the coffee table just in time for a suit to collide with it, sending both (Y/N) and Steve over the couch.

He immediately reached for her, his eyes wide. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She scrambled to her feet at the same time he did. She ducked as one of the suits flew straight over her head and watched Thor smack it with his hammer.

She hurried over to the bar, where Natasha and Bruce were hunkered down, the assassin using her gun. Maria was also firing her gun, Clint was nowhere to be seen, and Rhodey tumbled through the glass window onto the landing below.

Grabbing a long skewer, she leaped onto the back of a suit that was towering over a terrified Dr. Cho. (Y/N) tried to impale the skewer in between the helmet and neck, hoping to dismantle some of the wires, but it threw her off and into the grand piano with a great crash. The impact barely hurt her, but it certainly knocked the air out of her lungs. She tumbled onto her back, winded, and her eyes widened in fear when the suit faced her.

Unbeknownst to her, Ultron cocked its head and turned his attention toward her. “Interesting.”

Natasha and Bruce hurried up the stairs, Clint barely missed a shot from a suit, Tony hopped onto the back of another one, and the suit looming over (Y/N) got distracted by Maria.

Her heart in her throat, (Y/N) watched as Steve got slammed against the wall on the second landing. He fell to the ground hard, groaning. Thinking quickly, she twisted her head and saw his shield. It was heavy as all hell for everyone else, but for her, it was nothing.

“STEVE!” She yelled, gripping onto the shield.

Steve bolted to his feet and at the same time, (Y/N) threw it to him like a frisbee. Thor dismantled one suit, Tony took down the other, but the third remained. With a spin, Steve threw his shield and it tore the suit in half.

It was over as fast as it had started. It was quiet for a second, the only sound being everyone’s panting. (Y/N) rubbed her neck and gripped onto the wall for support.

Ultron shook his head. “That was dramatic. I’m sorry, I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through.”

Steve took a few angry steps forward and (Y/N) stiffened. Ultron continued. “You want to protect the world but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it’s not allowed to... evolve?” He bent and picked up the destroyed head of one of the suits. “With these? These puppets.” Ultron threw down the head and surveyed the room. “There’s only one path to peace. The Avengers’ extinction.”

Thor grunted and threw Mjölnir. The hammer smashed Ultron into pieces against the wall before flying back to Thor’s hand.

The lights in Ultron’s head sparked and flickered. In a sing-songy, raspy voice, the suit murmured, “I had strings, but now I’m free… there are no strings on me…” Then, it flickered and died.

Everyone remained frozen for a second as the tower’s lights flickered. Some went out. Steve rushed over to (Y/N), his intense fury softening as he looked at her. He reached to inspect her neck. “You okay?”

She nodded, though she was far from it. Ultron’s words about them being killers and his creepy disappearance… it unsettled her. She had a feeling they hadn’t heard the last of him.

She was right. Down in Tony’s lab, they realized Ultron had taken all of the Iron Man suits, Loki’s staff, important files, and hard drives. He was in the internet now and was most likely downloading everything he could about each and every one of them. The thought of that robot looking into her file made (Y/N) feel sick. Only Nick Fury had access to her file, but it was clear that Ultron could bypass that.

They also learned that Ultron could access anything he wanted, like nuclear codes. They all figured out that J.A.R.V.I.S. was the person Ultron killed. Tony revealed that he created Ultron because of a vision the female Maximoff gave him when they seized the scepter. He saw what he called “The Endgame,” and he didn’t believe the Avengers would be enough to save the world. Steve assured him that even if they lost the war, they would do it together.

That night, when all was quiet in the tower and everyone was asleep, (Y/N) began to toss and turn. She couldn’t get Ultron out of her head. The monstrosity followed her into the depths of her nightmares and made her feel trapped. Images of him infiltrating her file terrified her to no end.

She sat up and ran a hand through her hair. It was no use. She needed water, or milk. She climbed out of bed and padded to the elevator. It took her to the kitchen.

She was a few footsteps away from the fridge when she heard it. “(Y/N).”

Ultron. She spun around, her fists out, but there was nothing there. Shocked, she lowered her fists. But then, she heard it again, much more sinister. “(Y/N).”

“What do you want from me?” She tried her best to keep her tone harsh.

“Do they know?” Ultron’s voice was quiet and menacing.

(Y/N) stood at attention. “Do they know what?”

Ultron chuckled darkly. (Y/N)’s eyes darted every which way, but she couldn’t see him, only hear him. “What I read in that file of yours… how many years has it been since the “accident”? Or should we call it what it really is?”

She felt her blood go cold. He wasn’t talking about 2012. He was talking about when she was seventeen. Her breathing got more shallow.

Ultron continued. “I’ll ask again… do… they… know?”

“Please.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as her mouth dried up. Her hands began to shake.

“It’s the reason you’re not worthy to lift the God of Thunder’s mighty hammer.” The sarcasm in his voice made her heart beat faster. “You will never be worthy. How could you be? You’re a killer. Imagine how your closest friends would react. Just think of God’s righteous man seeing you for who you really are… ”

“No.” She covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. “No, no, no.”

His voice, his words… it didn’t stop. Monster… murderer…

The kitchen got darker and more confined, until (Y/N) felt like she was in a cage. The words got louder and louder until she screamed…

Drenched in sweat, (Y/N) jerked upright, panting. Her hands wildly felt around her. She was in bed. It had just been a dream.

But there was a truth to it that shook her to the core, a fear that she hoped and prayed would never come true.

A knock at her door nearly made her jump out of her skin. The intruder spoke up, their voice gentle. “(Y/N), it’s Nat. You okay?”

“Fine, Nat. Just a bad dream,” the girl lied. She fought to take deep breaths and slow her racing heart. “Sorry I woke you.”

She could tell Nat was hesitating so she forced more conviction into her voice. “Seriously, I’m okay. It’s not so bad tonight. Sorry again. Just… don’t mention it to anybody, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As the only girls in the Avengers, they shared this floor together. Unfortunately, nightmares were a common occurrence for (Y/N), and every time she accidentally woke up Natasha, guilt steadily consumed her. She never once let Natasha see her pain, her terror. No one could see. She was the “strong one”, the bold and cheeky (Y/N) that everyone knew and respected. Not the pathetic, shriveling mess that screamed herself awake in the middle of the night.

(Y/N) breathed a shaky sigh of relief when she heard Natasha’s footsteps recede. She was alone. Tears stung her eyes. Always alone.

She curled up in a ball and muffled her sobs, so as not to wake Natasha again.

***

It wasn’t long until they got a tip. Ultron had teamed up with Wanda Maximoff and her twin brother Pietro and were going to make a deal with an old weapons supplier of Tony’s. The rumor was that he had just come into a large stock of vibranium that Ultron wanted to get his hands on.

Pale yellow streams of light poked through the window when (Y/N) woke up. It was the morning of the raid. Silently, she climbed out of bed and suited up. She wore a dark blue leather coat that had leopard print on the inside-- courtesy of Stark. She also wore a blue leather top, black leather pants and boots, and her hair was done in a simple french braid down her back.

She crept into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, like normal. On a regular day, she’d wake up before dawn and go for a run with Steve. Sometimes they raced each other, sometimes they just walked and talked. But last night, she’d barely gotten any sleep, and she had a feeling Steve would skip the run, too.

After she sat at the bar with her mug, Steve walked in, fiddling with one of his gloves. He was in full Captain gear, and the sight of him made (Y/N)’s heart flutter. He always looked handsome, but his uniform and cropped golden hair along with his gorgeous face and eyes always made heat rush to her cheeks. He was just as handsome as he was good and kind. She definitely didn’t deserve him.

Steve wordlessly made his own cup and sat next to her. His thumbs traced the sides of his mug. “You look tired.”

“Thanks,” (Y/N) muttered. She rubbed her temples. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“You haven’t been sleeping well since Ultron attacked.” Steve peered at her with his signature mom expression. “You’ve been having nightmares again, haven’t you?”

(Y/N) stiffened and met his gaze. “Nat told you?”

Steve shook his head. “Last night I couldn’t sleep so I went for a run in the stairwell. When I reached your floor I heard screaming so I went to check on you, but Nat came out and stopped me. She told me you were okay and to just leave it.”

(Y/N) was quiet for a second. She felt a little guilty for thinking Nat would betray her. Steve covered her hand with his. “You know you can talk to me, right? I may not have gone through what you and Clint did during 2012, but I’ve seen my fair share of horrors.”

“You haven’t done what I’ve done, Steve,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Before she joined the Avengers, (Y/N) worked closely with Clint and Natasha at S.H.I.E.L.D. She was the only enhanced agent, and everyone fought to keep that a secret. Then, Loki arrived. He turned his scepter on her and Clint, forcing them under the control of the mind stone. It was then that Loki came to notice (Y/N)’s strength and agility. He used her as his prized second in command and ruthless assassin. A lot of the human lives lost in Stuttgart, on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet, and during the Battle of New York were because of her.

Steve sighed. “(Y/N), what’s it gonna take for you to forgive yourself? You were under mind control.”

She shook her head. “So was Loki, but everyone blames him.” She interlaced her fingers with his. “Controlled or not, I have the blood of innocents on my hands.”

For a moment, she imagined what it would be like to tell him about the accident, to share the overwhelming amount of guilt of murdering innocent people in 2012. Would he still be here, holding her hand? Or would he hate her as much as she hated herself? No. She couldn’t tell him. Not till she was ready.

Steve said nothing, just kept holding her hand. He changed the subject, much to her relief. “Are your nightmares about Ultron?”

“Sometimes.” (Y/N) took a sip of her coffee. “I don’t wanna face that Maximoff girl. You heard what she did to Tony.” The thought of someone infiltrating her mind again made her want to throw up.

“I won’t let her near you,” Steve said firmly. He gently placed his index finger under her chin and turned her face toward his. “Do you hear me? I’ll keep you safe, sweetheart.”

She smiled softly, transfixed by his baby blue eyes. His gaze flicked to her lips, and for a split second, he leaned forward—

“Lady (Y/N), are there any Strawberry Pop-Tarts left in the cabinet?” Thor called, trudging into the kitchen in full Asgardian armor.

Looking away from Steve, (Y/N) couldn’t ignore the disappointment washing over her. “Should still be a box on the top shelf, Thunder.” She let go of Steve’s hand, but she didn’t see that he looked crestfallen at the missed opportunity, too.

An hour later, they were all assembled on the Quinjet and headed toward the African coast. Everyone was pretty solemn during the trek, the silence only being broken by Thor’s ramblings and Tony’s jokes. But even the God of Thunder and the sass master himself were more grim than normal.

As they snuck into the salvage yard and the hatch of the Quinjet opened, (Y/N) exchanged a look with Steve. He reached for her hand, squeezed it once, and let go. She didn’t need to hear him speak to know he was telling her he’s got her back.

They ran into the building, finding the discarded bodies of workers all along the floor. Tony in his Iron Man suit led the way, followed by (Y/N), Steve, Thor, Clint, and Natasha. Bruce hung back on the Quinjet-- they didn’t need The Big Guy just yet.

They all split up inside the salvage yard just as Ultron yelled, “Don’t compare me with Stark, he’s a sickness!” He had forged a new suit for himself. The robot was now about seven feet tall with red eyes and a shiny metal body. His back was turned to them.

“Aww, Junior,” Tony called, his voice filtered through the Iron Man helmet. “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.” He landed down with a clunk on the metal bridge, facing his creation. Thor and Steve were behind him. Natasha and Clint were sneaking in from the sides, and (Y/N) was coming in from the back. Their goal was to box the enemy in.

Ultron turned to face them, flanked by Wanda and Pietro. (Y/N) allowed herself a brief moment of wariness before putting her game face on. She was armed with batons about the length of her arm, coincidentally made of vibranium.

“If I have to,” Ultron drawled, his voice powerful and menacing.

“No one has to break anything,” Thor warned.

Ultron and the Maximoffs approached until they were a few feet away from the three Avengers. “Clearly, you’ve never made an omelet.”

Tony tilted his head. “He beat me by one second.”

(Y/N) shook her head at his almost proud comment. She delicately ducked behind the door behind the Maximoffs and Ultron, peering out at them.

“Ah, so this is funny… Mr. Stark,” Pietro remarked, his Sokovian accent thick. “It’s, what… comfortable?” He glanced down at the missiles and other weapons. “Like old times?”

“This was never my life.” Tony sounded much more serious now.

Steve took a step forward, his eyes on the twins. “You two can still walk away from this.”

Wanda cocked her head. “Oh, we will.”

Steve didn’t back down. “I know you’ve suffered.” They’d heard about the twins losing their parents and nearly dying themselves in the process.

“Ah… Captain America.” Ultron gazed at Steve condescendingly. “God’s righteous man.”

At that, (Y/N) flinched. Ultron had called him that in her nightmare. However, when she saw Steve’s familiar haunted look appear, her fear turned into anger. She withdrew one of her staffs from its sheath.

“Pretending you could live without a war,” Ultron continued. “I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, but-”

“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it,” Thor cut him off.

Ultron took a step closer. “I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.”

Tony was over it. “Yuh-huh. What’s the vibranium for?”

“I’m glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan,” Ultron drawled.

Suddenly, he pulled his metal fist back and the energy sucked Tony forward. Ultron blasted him back against the wall and everyone sprung into action.

Tony and Ultron went head to head as suits-- clearly designed by Ultron-- came pouring out of a doorway. Pietro was a blur as he went around, trying to attack the Avengers. His sister was more successful and managed to blast Steve back.

(Y/N) launched out from the doorway and used her strength and one of her batons to knock the head of a suit clean off its body. She leaped over the railing and landed on the bottom floor. A small grin worked its way onto her face as two suits came down to meet her, tall and strong.

She swept the legs out from under one and started to attack the other, but it dodged her heavy blow. She was grabbed by it but twisted her body, ran along the side of a crate, and flipped up and over the suit, tearing its head off.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Clint took down a lot of the weapons dealer’s crew, who were shooting at both the suits and the Avengers. Steve forced Pietro to the ground a little ways away from (Y/N). His eyes flicked over to her, watching her battle Ultron’s minions. He’d been keeping his eye on her, and he was relieved and proud that she was holding her own. He smiled and went back to fighting.

Then Wanda struck.

It was Thor who went down first. A quick tendril of magic infiltrated his mind and turned his eyes red.

“Thor! Status!” Steve barked.

Nothing. He saw Thor falter and freeze in place on the second level as if he was frozen in time.

Immediately, he knew it was Wanda. He spun around, eyes wide and filled with worry. Before he could warn his girl, he was knocked backward by Pietro and witnessed his worst fear with a flick of Wanda’s wrist.

(Y/N) had no idea what was happening. She was easily taking down suit after suit, barely breaking a sweat. She heard static crackling in her earpiece but figured that was just a result of everyone’s efforts.

She was about to deliver a fatal blow to the largest of Ultron’s creations when it spoke. “Were you this talented of a fighter at seventeen, Agent (L/N)?”

(Y/N) froze in her tracks, her baton raised over her head. The suit climbed back onto its feet, its eerie eyes peering straight at her. When it spoke again, its voice bore a significant resemblance to that of Ultron’s. She felt like he was directly talking to her.

“That was your first kill.” It wasn’t a question… the suit knew. Ultron had examined her file.

(Y/N) swung at the suit, but her nerves made her sloppy. The suit grabbed her baton, locking her in place. “Did you enjoy your first kill as much as you enjoyed taking the lives you took in the Battle of New York?”

With a shriek, (Y/N) twisted her wrist and tore the baton free. She attacked the suit with both batons, her viciousness masking her vulnerable state of mind. When she’d backed the suit into a corner, she finally let up on her onslaught, panting. “I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t enjoy it then, and I didn’t enjoy it in 2012. I’m not a killer. I was under mind control.”

“Not the first time. You became a murderer of your own accord.” The suit stood again, looming over her.

“Stop it.” (Y/N) shook her head violently.

The suit took a step forward. “How did it feel, watching his life slip away? How did it feel, realizing that you took a life and it was all for nothing?”

(Y/N)’s hands tightened around her batons, trembling. “Stop it.”

The suit was relentless. “How did it feel to be completely and utterly alone?”

“I SAID STOP!” (Y/N) screamed and lunged, but she never reached the suit. A flash of red was all she saw and then the room shifted.

She stumbled and dropped her batons, trying to grasp onto a crate, but she grasped onto a railing instead. It didn’t feel metallic; it was sleek and smooth. She turned her head and realized she was gripping a wooden railing.

She looked up, expecting to see the metal landing and the rest of her friends in the midst of battle. Instead, she saw a carpeted staircase with walls on either side.

Instantly, she felt cold, like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on her head. She was back home, back in the memory that haunted her sleep without relief.

She could hear the thumps from where she stood, tears already springing to her eyes. “No. No,” she choked out and sprinted up the stairs.

Even though she already knew what she would find at the top of the stairs, she still screamed. There was her dad, hovering over her baby brother, beating him bloody. It was obvious that Bobby was having trouble breathing. He was practically lying in a pool of blood.

Dad hated both (Y/N) and Bobby, but once (Y/N) got her powers, he couldn’t take out his aggression on her like when her mom was alive. Instead, he turned his attention to Bobby.

“Stop, you’re gonna kill him!” (Y/N) screamed, echoing the words she spoke when she was seventeen.

“Stay out of this, freak!” Dad roared, giving her a snarl that looked like a dog baring its teeth.

As if on autopilot, (Y/N) gripped onto his shoulders and ripped him away from Bobby. Unlike how it happened all those years ago, she was forced to watch his stumble in slow motion. She stood with her jaw dropped as he tumbled down the stairs and straight into the wall, his head colliding with the plaster so hard that a loud crack split the air. Blood seeped out of the wound, and he lay perfectly still. He was dead.

(Y/N) stared at her hands in revulsion. But tears began to fall when she realized what would happen next.

She whirled around and knelt next to her baby brother, whose chest was heaving and shuddering. This. This was what she saw almost every night, the image that never seemed to escape her. “Hey, hey, Bobby, please. Please. Stay alive. Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me alone!”

Bobby’s innocent eyes met hers briefly before closing. His chest rose once more, but it did not fall. He, too, was still.

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed, scrabbling at his body.

Bobby’s body disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and (Y/N) covered her face with her hands as she cried. She was too late to save him. She tried, but in doing so she killed her dad. He was a menace, but she’d never wanted to hurt him. She never wanted to hurt anybody.

But the nightmare was far from over.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice spoke. However, instead of the normal softness and affection in his voice, this time his tone was laced with disapproval and disgust.

(Y/N) leaped to her feet and turned around, wiping her eyes. Steve stood there, his helmet off. Behind him was Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Bruce. They all looked horrified and furious.

“You just killed your dad,” Bruce said in a hushed voice.

(Y/N)’s hands began to shake. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I-I just-”

“No, no, no, you don’t get to justify what we just saw,” Tony snapped, holding up his finger.

Tears burned (Y/N)’s eyes. “I was a kid. My powers weren’t under control yet! You have to believe me!”

Natasha and Clint looked disappointed. The former Red Room assassin shook her head in disbelief. “I was trained to become a killer. You became one on your own.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop the stream of tears as they steadily dripped down her cheeks. “I was just trying to save my brother.”

“And how’d that work out for you?” Clint scoffed. “How many more dads did you kill in 2012? No wonder Loki chose you-- you’re wicked, just like him.”

(Y/N) couldn’t breathe. She clutched her ribs, desperately forcing air into her lungs. “It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. Guys, please.” She looked at the people she saw as her siblings. “Clint? Nat?” They’d said they understood about 2012… but they were looking at her with pure venom.

One by one, her team turned their backs to her and walked away, disappearing into vapor. The only one who remained was Steve, whose head was lowered.

“Stevie?” (Y/N) tentatively approached him, reaching for his hand.

He ripped it away like she’d burned him and she recoiled. Steve fixed her with a cruel glare. “Now I know why you refused to pick up Thor’s hammer. You’re not worthy, and this is why.”

(Y/N) felt her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. “Steve-”

“I thought the world of you. I wanted the best for you. I wanted a future with you.” Steve’s voice was low and dark. “Now… I don’t want anything to do with you.”

A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it and she fell to her knees. “Stevie, please!” She grabbed his hand and he pulled it away, walking away from her.

“Stevie, please, come back!” (Y/N) begged and pleaded, but she received no response.

Convulsing with sobs, she curled up on the floor, crying her heart out. Her worst fears had just been realized. The Avengers hated her as much as she hated herself for what she did, and Steve, her Captain… he hated her, too.

“It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t my fault,” she whispered brokenly, wishing she could turn back time and reverse everything. “It wasn’t my fault.”

And that’s how Steve, the real Steve, found her.

When his vision cleared, he hauled himself up. Clint gave him the status report that he took Wanda out of the running, at least temporarily, and the archer went to look for Natasha.

Steve’s mouth went dry. Where was his girl? He reached for his earpiece, ready to command her to tell him where she was, when he heard it. The sobs.

He ran faster than he ever had in his life. It took him only a second to find her, curled up on the floor and crying.

He fell to his knees beside her, tearing off his helmet and setting down his shield. “(Y/N)... hey, hey, hey.” His hands fidgeted, longing to touch her but afraid of how she’d react. “Sweetheart, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”

(Y/N) obeyed him, but her mind was still trapped in another world. Her eyes darted lazily around, the flow of tears never ending. She met his gaze and he flinched when he saw the raw brokenness in their depths. “It wasn’t my fault... it wasn’t my fault.”

Steve frowned and this time, he touched her. He ran his fingers through her hair, which had fallen out of its neat french braid. “What’s not your fault, sweetheart?”

“Please, you have to believe me,” she cried. “It wasn’t my fault, Stevie. You have to believe me. You have to believe me.”

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s okay. I believe you.” Steve’s tone was soft and gentle as he cooed to her, trying to calm her down. Frankly, he was freaked out, too, by her state and what he saw in his own vision. And he was angry. He’d been complacent. He promised her he would keep her safe, that he wouldn’t let Wanda infiltrate her mind. But he was careless, and now his girl was a wreck.

(Y/N) locked eyes with Steve, a bit of hope returning to her (e/c) depths. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Steve confirmed, forcing a smile.

Clint’s voice comes in on the earpiece. “All the tin men are down, but the Maximoffs are gone. So is Ultron. Tony said the Big Guy escaped and he’s fetching him. I think we need to head back to the jet. Tasha’s in bad shape.”

Steve pressed his own earpiece, looking down at the sweet girl who was crying silently next to him. “So is (Y/N). We’ll meet you at the jet.”

He placed his shield on his back and gathered (Y/N)’s weapons, placing them in his belt loops. He gently worked his arm into the crook of her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back. He stood, cradling her in his arms. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get outta here.”

She curled into him, and even though her tears had stopped flowing, she was still looking around blankly, like her mind was still adrift.

He carried her out of the warehouse, through the salvage yard, and onto the Quinjet. Natasha was slumped in a corner, pale and trembling. Thor looked tense and bewildered. Clint was unaffected vision-wise, but he was pacing the floor of the jet and scratching his head.

When Steve entered the jet, Clint turned and stiffened. “Oh, shit.”

Steve ignored his comment, clueing the archer into how worried Steve was. He followed closely as Steve sat down on one of the seats, arranging (Y/N) so she lay comfortably across the seats with her head in his lap.

“What did she see?” Clint asked quietly.

Steve shook his head, his eyes trained on (Y/N)’s face. His fingers gently combed through her hair, and his other hand traced light designs on her hand. “I don’t know. She wasn’t making much sense. She kept saying something wasn’t her fault. I’ve never seen her like this.”

Clint’s gaze was soft as he looked at her. “I was with her when Loki’s spell lifted. She barely spoke after.” He glanced at Steve. “Actually, it was you who got through to her. You got her to talk again. What Loki’s magic made her do… it damaged her. Being mind-controlled once is no joke, but twice?” He sighed. “Poor kid.” He stood and walked over to the pilot’s seat.

Steve’s heart was heavy, but at the same time filled with warmth. Had he really been the one to help (Y/N) come back to herself after 2012? As he gazed down at her, he decided it would be his job to bring her back this time, too.

So he kept stroking her hair, whispering to her. “(Y/N). Come back to me, sweetheart. It’s me, Stevie. If anyone can fight back against the power of that vision, it’s you. You’re strong, so strong. Stronger than all of us. I’m here. Your family’s all here. Just come back. I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go. I promise. You’re safe with me.”

Though (Y/N) didn’t respond, her eyes flicked to meet his gaze and he could’ve sworn he saw a sparkle of recognition return to her eyes. Encouraged, Steve kept talking.

He lost himself in his quiet affirmations and gentle words to her, so much so that he didn’t notice Thor, Clint, and even Natasha watching. Thor and Clint smiled slightly, and Natasha, as shaken as she was, felt emotional watching the tender display. It was really obvious to everyone except Steve and (Y/N) that they had fallen for each other.

The three of them were so moved that when Tony and Bruce returned, Clint went out to meet them and warned them to keep their voices down and not make any comments-- with that bit being directed at Tony-- about what they were about to see.

All Tony said when they walked onto the jet and saw Steve with (Y/N) cradled on his lap was a grumbled, “Finally.”

***

They decided that it was too dangerous to return to the Tower. Ultron was everywhere, and after the whole Hulk incident they needed to lie low. Clint guided the jet toward a location he refused to tell the others about, and spoke quietly with Tony. They were the only two who hadn’t been hit with a vision at the salvage yard.

Thor was acting a little gruffer than normal, Natasha was quiet, and Bruce was weary, but the one they were really worried about was (Y/N). For the entirety of the Quinjet ride, her head rested on Steve’s thigh as she slowly came back to reality. It was Steve’s gentle touches and grounding words that eventually brought her back. But even then, she was uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn.

“We’re almost there, sweetheart,” Steve whispered. “Just keep your eyes on me. Don’t slip back into your head.”

She nodded once, her face lined with sadness and a hint of fear. It made Steve’s heart ache. He kept his blue eyes locked with her (e/c) ones. “Do you remember Clint and Natasha? They’re like your brother and sister. We’re your family. You’re safe with us.”

He kept having to repeat these statements in order to keep her present. He did so without complaint and with a heart full of affection and concern for his girl.

At the mention of Clint and Natasha, the fear grew on her face and Steve moved his hand from her hair to her face. He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears. “We’re not gonna hurt you. We all love you. I-” He swallowed. “… care about you so much, (Y/N). You’re safe with us, okay?”

“Okay, Stevie.” Her voice was small and quiet, reminding Steve of his mom after getting her ass handed to her by his dad. He hated it, and wanted nothing more for (Y/N)’s smile to return. So, he kept forcing a smile for her sake and continued anchoring her with his words and touches.

After a few hours, Clint landed the jet next to a farmhouse. Steve stood and held out his hands to (Y/N). “Can you stand for me, pretty girl?”

She nodded shakily and stood, taking his hands. He wrapped his arm around her protectively. The other Avengers watched with a mixture of worry and awe on their faces.

He and (Y/N) trailed behind as Clint helped Natasha walk and led Bruce, Tony, and Thor inside the house. When Clint’s pregnant wife appeared, who the Avengers had no idea about (except for Natasha), they all were stunned. Laura and Natasha caught up and Clint introduced them all to his kids and explained why he kept their location a secret.

(Y/N) tried to smile and hesitantly shook Laura’s hand. The yelling of the kids and the chatter of the others made her tense up. Steve rubbed her arms and made eye-contact with Clint.

Having seen (Y/N) go through something like this once before, Clint strode over to them and kept his voice low. “Tasha’s gonna sleep with Laura. Me, Tony, Thor, and Bruce will sleep in the living room. You two can take the guest room.”

(Y/N) was too in her head to fully process what he said, but Steve’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to question why he and (Y/N) should share a room and protest that it wasn’t appropriate, but Clint rolled his eyes. “Just take the damn room. Go. You’ll thank me later.”

Wordlessly, Steve took (Y/N)’s hand and-- after hearing Clint’s directions-- guided her upstairs. He entered a small but quaint room and shut the door. (Y/N) silently sat on the bed, her eyes on her hands.

Steve exhaled deeply. He walked to her and crouched in front of her, taking her hands in his. She met his gaze, her expression clouded. Steve squeezed her hands lightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What did you see? I want to help you.”

“You won’t once I tell you,” she whispered, tears pricking her eyes.

Steve’s tone was gentle but firm. “Try me.”

(Y/N) took a shaky breath. “Did… did I ever tell you how young I was when I joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Steve frowned, concentrating. “You said you were seventeen. You were one of their youngest recruits.”

(Y/N)’s hands fidgeted in his grip. “Did I say why I joined?”

“You said you didn’t want to go to college, that you wanted to work there to honor your mother.” Steve sounded puzzled.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “That-that was-um… it wasn’t the whole truth.”

Steve looked at her encouragingly, and that just made it harder for (Y/N). She swallowed. “After I-uh… after I got my powers and my mom died, my dad… he became more violent. He was violent before, but losing Mom just… it just made him snap. He knew he couldn’t hurt me anymore, so he started taking it out on my baby brother. He was only twelve.”

“Go on.” Steve’s eyes were narrowed, but he made an effort to keep his voice soft.

The stinging tears made it difficult for her to see. “One-one day I heard my dad beating my brother, and when I found them, my brother was barely breathing. I yelled at my dad to stop, but he wouldn’t listen.” Tears trickled down her cheeks, one by one, and Steve let go of one of her hands to brush them away. “I eventually grabbed his shirt and shoved him away, but… but I-I shoved him toward the stairs.”

Steve closed his eyes and (Y/N) shook her head. “I couldn’t revive him. The fall killed him. I killed him.”

Steve’s eyes opened and he stared at her. “(Y/N), that was an accident. You didn’t kill him.”

“Stevie, I was too strong for him,” (Y/N) cried. “I should’ve-”

“Stop, stop, stop.” Steve cupped her face. “Sweetheart, you were a kid. Your powers weren’t under control yet. You didn’t mean to hurt your dad; you were just trying to save your brother.” And that monster doesn’t deserve your guilt and shame, he added silently.

(Y/N) sobbed once and Steve moved to sit next to her, pulling her onto his lap and encasing her in his arms. She cried into his shirt, staining it with her tears.

They sat like that for a minute, and he quietly shushed her and whispered words of reassurance. Once her sobs had died down, she pulled back a bit to look at him. “You… you believe me?”

“Of course I do.” His tone was matter-of-fact. Steve cupped her face again. “What happened to your brother?”

(Y/N) shuddered. “He broke a rib and it punctured his lung. I tried to give him CPR… but he was already gone. He’d lost too much blood.” The streams of tears continued to pour down her cheeks. “He was twelve, Stevie.”

Steve’s soul hurt for her, for that little boy he’d never gotten the chance to meet. He gently wiped her tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead before pressing against it with his own. “I’m so sorry.”

(Y/N)’s small hands grasped onto his wrists as if they were her lifeline. “After that, I found Fury. He’s the only one who knows the whole story… other than you.” Her tone wobbled. “I asked him to lock me up. He gave me a job instead. He took a chance on me.”

Steve pulled her to him and his nose brushed her ear as (Y/N) continued to shake. “I’d managed to redeem myself in my mind. But then 2012 happened. When I realized what I’d done, what I’d been made to do… I was back in that house, with blood on my hands.” She gave a broken laugh. “It’s ironic, really. The girl with super-human strength and agility is weak in the head. She breaks everything she touches. She makes a fucking mess wherever she goes.”

“Stop, stop,” Steve pleaded, pulling back. “You’re strong, (Y/N). So strong. You’re stronger than me, that’s for damn sure, both mentally and in your heart. You don’t break everything you touch; you bring light to the darkest places. You gave a lost super-soldier a reason to smile again, inspired him to be the best hero he could be, which would never be half as good as you. When you make a mess, you own up to it. But you’ve never once willingly put someone in harm’s way. You’ve never once willingly allowed an innocent person to suffer. You love everyone around you with your whole heart.” Steve’s own eyes were brimming with tears now. “Everyone but yourself.”

(Y/N) stared at him. Steve took her hands in his and pressed kiss after kiss to her hands. “You’re a good person. It hurts me to hear you talk like you’re not.” He made eye-contact with her. “I have a feeling I know what you saw in that vision. You saw your dad and brother dying, right?”

“That’s… that’s not all.” Dare she speak the cursed words aloud? If she did… would that make it real? She covered her mouth briefly, looking anywhere but Steve. “You and the others hated me for what I did. You looked at me with pure disappointment. You-you told me… you told me that-that you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

If it was even possible, Steve’s heart broke even further. “Oh, sweetheart.” He lifted her chin with his index finger, gently forcing her to look at him. A tear rolled down his cheek. “I could never hate you for what happened. Neither could the others. I’m sure if they found out, they’d all feel nothing but compassion for you. What happened? It wasn’t your fault. We’d never blame you. We all love you.” He moved his hand up to run the backs of his fingers against her cheekbone. She unconsciously leaned into his touch. Steve’s tone held sincerity when he said, “I love you.”

(Y/N)’s breath got caught in her throat. The flow of tears slowed, and Steve noticed. A small, watery smile tugged at his lips. “I love you, sweetheart. Have for a while now.” He shook his head. “And you don’t have to say it back—”

(Y/N) cut him off with a gentle whisper. “But I want to.” She wiped her cheeks and moved to cup his handsome face in her little hands. “I love you, Stevie.”

Steve gazed at her with softness and adoration. He leaned forward and kissed her chastely. The kiss was delicate, but for both of them it felt as if sparks were flying. When he pulled away, (Y/N) pouted and Steve laughed. He rubbed his nose against hers. “Trust me, sweetheart, when you’re feeling better, I’ll give you all the kisses you want. But I don’t wanna take advantage.”

(Y/N)’s heart fluttered. Whether it was because he was from the 40s, or because he was just a true gentleman, he was the most considerate man she’d ever met.

She scrubbed her face, stifling a yawn as she did so. Steve noticed. “I think someone’s tired. Lie down.”

She could hear a tiny bit of his Captain voice as he spoke, and that made her smile. She was exhausted, it was true. Barely sleeping for the past couple weeks on top of the emotional baggage of today was more than draining.

She climbed under the covers of the queen-sized bed, and before she could ask Steve to stay, he shuffled over to her. “Scoot over, big guy coming through.”

(Y/N) laughed softly and did as he asked. Pretty soon, her back was against his chest and his big arms were encircled around her. He sighed, content.

She felt herself falling asleep already, but curiosity nagged at her. “What did you see in your vision?”

Steve sighed again, but this time, she could practically hear the resignation in it. “I saw myself going back to the 40s and dancing with Peggy.”

A bolt of jealousy and unease struck her. “Why did Wanda show you that?”

Steve buried his face in her hair, lightly brushing his lips against her ear and making her shiver. “Because she wanted to show us all our biggest fear.”

The unease faded to confusion. “Why was dancing with Peggy your biggest fear?”

“Because she wasn’t you,” Steve said simply. She felt his embrace get a little tighter. “I still care deeply for Peggy, and I try to visit her as much as I can, but I stopped dreaming about a life where I had been with her once I realized my dreams were now about you. I stopped loving her the minute I fell in love with you. Dancing with her… it was a picture of the life I don’t want anymore. It was empty and lifeless because you were gone. You’re my best girl.”

Tears sprung to (Y/N)’s eyes once more. He seemed to sense this and moved his lips from her ear to her temple. He kissed her hair and brushed his nose along her cheekbone. “Let’s go to sleep.”

(Y/N) nodded, and when she spoke she was half teasing, half serious. “Dream of me?”

Steve chuckled. “Always, pretty girl.”

They fell asleep minutes later, the super-soldier holding his girl securely to his chest. They didn’t hear the door open a crack, nor did they see Natasha peek her head in.

She smiled softly when she saw them and shut the door. She turned to face Tony, Clint, Thor, and Bruce, who all eagerly awaited the report.

“They fell asleep cuddling in the bed.” Natasha grinned at Clint. “They finally exchanged their “I love you”s.

Clint had a huge smile on his face, and he turned to Tony and held out his hand. Tony grumbled and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. “You rigged it by giving them the same room.”

“Hey, I did that so he could comfort her in private.” Clint smirked and pocketed the money. “Them finally admitting their feelings was just an added bonus.”

Bruce glanced at Tony. “So if Clint betted they’d admit their feelings, what did you bet?”

“That the Leopard and Capsicle would break the bed,” Tony muttered nonchalantly.

Natasha thumped him and Bruce facepalmed himself. Thor beamed. “No, no. The Captain is far too chivalrous for that. The courting ritual back in Asgard--”

“We can hear you guys,” Steve called, his tone a mixture of tiredness and amusement.

Natasha grabbed the boys and shoved them away from the door. She apologized to Steve and (Y/N) and walked away, muttering, “I swear, men are idiots.”

***

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decode (pt. 3) - toji f. x reader

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part two | part four

previously titled: leave us

you and toji fushiguro have been in an on-again-off-again relationship all throughout high school. over the summer break after graduation, you find out you're pregnant. too bad toji has already skipped town after your last breakup.

tags: fem!reader, cheating, underage (mentions they have sex, but nothing explict, toji and reader are high school freshmen), mentioned eating disorder (not really a disorder, reader just forgets to eat, tag is just in case), mention of domestic abuse (not between toji & reader), americanized setting, non sorcerer universe, 00's setting, reader is megumi's mom, exes to lovers (eventually), their relationship is toxic rn, not beta read we die like toji :(

wc: 3.4k

You had met Toji in your first year of high school at some house party. Some sophomore that Utahime knew was throwing it, giving the two of you an in.

You and Utahime had been dancing on the dude’s couch, bottles in hand. You had never really drank before, but you made sure to keep yourself aware enough to get the two of you home by the end of the night. Your house was a fifteen minute walk from here, and your plan was to sneak the two of you through your window before three.

That’s when you saw him. He was leaning against the wall talking to some girl. Just by his looks, you thought he might have been a couple years above you. He was tall, taller than most guys in the house, and definitely more muscular. You were immediately attracted, Utahime giggled at you once she saw where you were looking. “You should go talk to him!” She slurred, still moving to the sound of the music with you.

“Seems like he’s got his hands busy.” You whisper-yelled over the music. He had them all over that girl.

“Utahime!” You heard from below the two of you. Hakari, the guy whose house this was (and your future coworker), held on to her hand as she almost stumbled over to look down at him. “We’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven! Y’all wanna come?”

“That’s fucking corny!” Utahime giggled, “Let’s go, Y/N!” The two of you followed in a straight line behind Hakari to a relatively empty, but still extremely loud hallway. You all sat down in a circle with a group of students you didn’t recognize.

“Hey, you guys weren’t gonna start the fun without us, right?” You hear from behind you. It’s the guy from earlier. He pushes his hair (you think it's black, but can’t tell from the lighting) back and takes a swig of a beer bottle. The girl from earlier is with him, along with another guy you didn’t recognize.

“Toji, let us use that bottle. Hakari broke the other one!” One guy yells over the music. “Thought this was seven minutes in heaven,” A girl with stark white hair begins, “You don’t need a bottle for that game.”

“Too much work to write everyone’s names down, there’s a bunch of freshmen here. I don’t know them.” Hakari responds.

“Scoot over!” The tall guy, Toji, yells at you over the music, and you do. Allowing his group of three to squeeze in next to you. Utahime giggles and leans over your lap to address him. “Hey!” She yells, almost falling over your lap. “What’s your name? My friend Y/N-”

“I’ll go first!” you yell, hoping to silence her before she can say anything embarrassing.

“Wheeeew look at the brave young freshman!” Hakari yells. “Hey, what’s your name again?” You ignore him and spin the bottle. 'Damn,' you think, 'I’m actually going to have to go into a closet with someone after this.' You just wanted to interrupt Utahime.

It lands on some guy you don't recognize.

“Wee woo wee woo!” Hakari yells, mocking a police siren. “New rule, freshman and senior pairings will not be allowed! Go again!” he yells at you. The group bursts out laughing as you grab the bottle to spin again.

The bottle spins and spins until it lands on… the girl that Toji was making out with earlier. She makes a face and looks at you. “I’m not into girls, sorry!” She yells.

“I am!” Utahime announces to the group.

“What the hell, Takako, you have such a dirty mind!” Hakari says. You can feel Toji eyeing you. It’s slightly unsettling. “Seven minutes in heaven does not imply romantic or sexual advances!”

She scoffs, “Then why didn’t you let her go in there with Kenjaku?” You’re doing everything you can to avoid Toji’s gaze. Seriously, what was this dude’s problem? Was there something on your face? Did your makeup come off to reveal the big ass pimple on your cheek? Shit, you knew you should’ve used more setting spray.

“Because it’s my duty to protect the young women attending my party, Takako! Better safe than sorry.”

Suddenly, you see a hand go down to the bottle and tilt it slightly. It’s Toji, and he’s pointed the bottle directly at himself. “Well, would you look at that! Seems like the bottle has mysteriously landed on me and not Takako!” He yells over the music.

You take this time to finally look him in the face. From this close, you notice the scar on the side of his lip, his piercing green eyes.

“But…” you say, confused, “they said no seniors and freshmen.”

The group bursts into laughter. “Don’t know if I should be offended or not.” He says.

“He’s in our year, Y/N!” Utahime exclaims, “He’s in my algebra class, I couldn’t remember his name though…”

“Wait, this isn’t how it works!” Takako says, panicked. Now that you’ve already looked at Toji, you can see her arm locked into his, she’s yelling into the group’s circle.

“The bottle lands where it lands!” Toji says, throwing his arms up. “Come on, mama,” he starts, untangling from Takako. “We got seven minutes.”

He grabs your arm and leads you to the hall closet. You can hear whoops and whistles from behind you, but you don’t know if it’s from your small group or from the rest of the party goers.

He turns the light on, and the two of you push back winter coats to make room in the closet. He closes the door behind the two of you. For a moment he’s quiet. He just looks at you. “You’re really pretty.” He says, leaning against the door, a little too cockily for a high school freshman.

“Thanks.” You say quietly. It’s a little less loud in the closet, music muffled by the bundle of winter coats. “Is um.. Is Takako your girlfriend or something?”

He laughs, “Why do you ask?”

“Because it’s pretty fucked up if you took me in here with her sitting right out there.”

He smiles. “Nah.” He says, leaning closer to you. “She’s not.”

You can feel his breath on your face, and smell his cologne from here. It’s a little strong, you can smell the beer in his breath too. “She’s into you though,” you say. He leans closer and you put your hand gently on his chest. Your lips are millimeters apart. “That was kinda mean,” He laughs again. “To be really, really honest, I don’t give a fuck about her.”

“That's really mean.” You respond, and suddenly your lips are on each other. This isn’t your first kiss, but Toji makes it feel like it is. You two grasp onto each other desperately, hold onto each other like you’ve known each other for years, like he’s a long lost love.

It doesn’t escalate from there, you two just kiss and kiss and kiss.

You don’t notice how long it’s been until you hear a knock on the door. Toji pulls away from your face and rests his forehead on yours. “Damn.” He says, licking his lips.

That night, Toji had offered to drive you and Utahime home. You had spent the last couple hours at the party together, you continued drinking while Toji refrained, wanting to drive you home.

He had helped you sneak Utahime into your bedroom. In your time spent with Toji, you hadn’t noticed her drinking more and more, so by the time you got her into Toji’s car, she was passed out cold.

You had held Utahime in your arms as Toji climbed into your window and pulled her through. You climbed in after.

“Thank you so much.” You said to him as the two of you lay her in your bed. “You’re seriously a life saver.”

“It’s no problem, anything for a pretty lady like you.” You rolled your eyes.

He climbed back out your window, turning around to face you one more time before you left. You lent onto your window sill and smiled at him. “I’ll see you on Monday?” you asked. He smiled back. “I’ll see you then.” He lent up and kissed you on the lips once more before turning back around and walking to his truck.

You did see him on Monday. And almost every Monday after.

You and Toji became incredibly close incredibly fast. Toji clung to you for affection, you clung to him for attention. You sat together at lunch everyday. He’d buy you Cokes from the overpriced vending machine and you’d invite him into your bedroom everytime it got to be too much at home. You guys never officially started dating, it just seemed like it happened overnight.

He never came over during the day. You were too nervous to tell your mother and he was too nervous to meet her.

She didn’t know you even had a boyfriend until Toji cheated on you. Not the best introduction. You were working late at the diner, you often did on weekends to speed up the process of your college fund. It was Shoko who had told you.

She, Geto, and Gojo had come to the diner after leaving a party. They were all clearly a little tipsy, so one of the older servers had passed them off onto you. “I’m not dealing with definitely-not-drunk teenagers at this time of night. I’m ready to go home.”

“Oh my god! I know you! You’re Y/N! We’re in the same government class!” Geto slurred. You smiled at him. “How are you guys doing? You go to Hakari’s party?” You asked.

“Yeah! It was really fun, but Gojo’s curfew is at one so we gotta get him sobered up.” Geto supplied.

“Hey, Y/N, are you still with Toji? I see you too together alllllll the time at school.” Gojo slurred. You laughed. “Kind of.” You and Toji had gotten into an argument that afternoon. Toji was going to that same party, and you, having to work, couldn’t go with. Somehow, it turned into an argument about who does more for who. You weren’t broken up, and you weren’t on a break, but you were both certainly angry with each other.

“Ohhhh what the fuck?” Gojo said, looking wide-eyed at his friends. They all looked between each other, clearly confused and talking to each other through their facial expressions.

“Uhh, Y/N, can you just get us some waters, and can you get Gojo like an omelet or some shit?” Shoko says. “Uhh yeah! Of course!”

“No mushrooms!” Gojo shouts as you walk away. You turn and give him a thumbs up.

That whole night, you could feel the tension from the table. Like they all felt bad for you. Like they pitied you. After they paid the bill and Geto and Gojo walked out, Shoko called you over. “Hey, Y/N, you almost done working?” She asked.

“Yeah, you guys were my last table for tonight. What’s up?”

“Look,” she says, “I don’t know what’s up with you and Toji, it’s not my business, but I think you should probably know he and Takako were all over each other at Hakari’s tonight.” She looked into your eyes to gauge a reaction.

Your heart had dropped. You could feel your fingertips tingling like you had lost all the blood in them. They felt lighter than the rest of your body. “Oh, uh, yeah it's not a big deal.” You say. You start to wring your hands on your waist apron. “Thanks for letting me know, though.” You attempt a smile at her. She looks at you with pity and concern, until you can almost visibly see her say ‘fuck it’ in her head. She leans in and gives you a hug.

You vowed it not to be true, but Shoko had no reason to lie to you. Gojo and Geto had no reason to act so strange when you mentioned you’re still with Toji. Shoko bringing up Takako was not a coincidence.

You squeeze her back and you can feel your breathing picking up. “T-Thank, um, Thank you.” you say.

You didn’t call him when your shift was over for him to pick you up as usual, instead opting to take the bus route. You got home that night, thankful to see that your mother had already gone to sleep. You ignored the food she left for you in the fridge and went straight to the shower.

You didn’t cry until you got into bed, when you could smell his cologne on your pillow. You stayed like that for hours. Curled up, silently sobbing, until you heard a light knocking on your window. You knew who it was. The only person it could be,

“Y/N?” He whispered through the window. He sounded panicked. You could hear the pane slide up and him climb in.

“Oh, shit, thank god.” He whispered, climbing into your bed. His voice was shaking. “Hey, you awake, mama?”

You turned around to face him. “You had me scared, baby.” He said, moving your hair out of your face. “You never called after your shift. Just ‘cause you’re mad at me doesn’t mean I won’t come get you.”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“Huh?”

“You. Fucked. Her. Didn’t. You?”

His hand froze on your cheek.

You sat up in your bed. “You fucked her, and then you wanted to come and see me after?” You asked, voice rising with each word.

“Hey-”

“What?” You ask. You’re fully yelling now. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Y/N, stop yelling.” He warns. He stands up from the bed. You stand up and get in his face.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Toji!” You pushed his chest. He didn’t move an inch. “You don’t get to come in here, acting like you’re all worried about me! Acting like you give a fuck!” You were full on sobbing by now.

“Y/N-”

“What the hell is going on in here?” You hear your door swing open and whip around to see your mother standing at the door with a baseball bat in hand.

Shit.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get the hell out of here!”

Toji books it out the window, looking at you one last time before leaving.

“What the hell are you thinking, Y/N? You have a boy in here?” She yells at you. “You’re too young for this! Doing this under my roof, are you insane?”

You just stand there staring at the floor. “Mom?” You ask, voice cracking. She sets the bat down by your door and rushes to your side. “Did he hurt you? Y/N? What did he do?” You cling onto the back of her shirt and cry into her neck. “Mom-” Is all you can get out before you’re violently shaking and you can feel your knees give out.

It’s a week later when you see Toji again. Your mother had let you stay home from school for a day, and when you got back, Toji was nowhere to be found.

Word got around school quickly. If it hadn’t been Shoko who told you, It could’ve been ten other people. Utahime and Saori, another girl you befriended, became your lunch buddies, taking Toji’s place.

You didn’t want to seem as hurt as you felt, not with Takako grinning at you in the halls every time she saw you.

He was at your window that night. You didn’t have work, and had taken the free time to catch up on some assignment you had missed. You heard a knock on your window and immediately tensed. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself when you heard the pane slide up.

You hadn’t even thought about locking your window. Didn’t expect Toji to want anything to do with you.

“I saw the light on." He explained, like it gave him the right to come in, "Can we talk?” He whispered, “and can you not yell?” You didn’t look up at him. He towered over you from where you sat at your desk. “Can’t promise you anything.” You said. You pretended to work on an algebra problem, but you couldn’t focus with him in the room.

“Come with me to my truck then.” He pleads. You tap your pencil on the wooden desk and turn your head to look up at him. He looks a mess. Hair mussed like he hadn’t brushed it in days, clothes rumpled and stained. His right eye sports a fading black ring around it.

You bite your lip. You refuse to show any concern, but you're too curious. You point your pencil at his eye, “What happened there?” He stares at you for a second.

“Can you come or not?” He asks. This would be a common occurrence throughout the rest of your relationship. Toji showing up with a new bruise and brushing you off when you question it.

“Can you answer my question?” You taunt back.

“Please, Y/N.”

You sigh and throw your pencil down on the desk. “I’m doing homework, Toji.” You respond.

“Please.” He begs.

You know you shouldn’t. You and your mother had had a lengthy conversation just this morning. “You need to stay away from boys like him.” she said as she moved around the kitchen to prepare you breakfast. This hadn’t been a common occurrence until she noticed you had stopped eating. It wasn’t intentional, you just didn’t have the energy for it anymore. “They don’t do anything but lead you down a path you don’t want to go down, Y/N.” She says, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of you. “He’s showing you who he is right now. Believe him.”

You contemplated it. You knew, deep down, that you shouldn’t. Knew you should’ve called for your mom the second he tapped on your window. But you didn’t.

“Okay.”

The two of you crawled out of your window and walked a few houses down to Toji’s truck, parked in an abandoned parking lot. The two of you hop in at the same time. You had suddenly wished you grabbed your coat. It wasn’t necessarily cold, you just wanted something to comfort you.

“I fucked up.” There it is. His voice, even if he’s saying something incredibly delusional and ridiculous, that is your comfort. He turns in his seat to face you. You do the same, your foot coming up to rest in the seat.

“I really, really fucked up.”

“So what’s your excuse?” You ask. You know it’s a bit hurtful. That was a little intentional.

“I just.. I don’t have one.”

You think about that for a second. “Sooo…” you begin with a laugh, suddenly ten times more bitter than before. “You had sex with another girl… just because?” You ask.

He has nothing to say to that.

“What am I to you, Toji?”

He looks at you for a second like he’s pondering. Trying to put it into words, or maybe trying to come up with something. You didn’t know.

“Everything.” He says, finally.

You smile. It’s a nasty, bitter smile. “That so?” You ask. “I’d hate to see how you treat someone you hate. Gotta be pretty bad.”

“Baby..”

“I’m sorry if I’m misunderstanding you here.” You say, you put your foot back onto the floor of his truck. “You brought me out here, interrupted me, mind you, to what? Tell me that you cheated on me because you felt like it?”

You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry in your life. You get out of the car. Not waiting for a response. You slam the door, briskly walking back home.

“Y/N! Come the fuck on!” You can hear him slamming the door and following you. “Don’t walk out here by yourself.” He’s being dramatic. Your house is literally within your field of vision. You can hear his feet rushing to catch up to you. You turn around and point your finger at his chest. “Leave me the fuck alone.” You say with as much conviction as you can muster.

He does.

When you get back home, you realize you had left your phone on your desk next to your abandoned algebra homework. You have a message from Utahime waiting for you. When you open your flip phone up, you read

hime <3: wanna go 2 hakari’s w me this fri?

Suddenly you have an idea. Make him hurt like you did. Maybe a little worse, if he cared about you at all, that is. Deep down you knew he did. Even if only a little.

you: ofc :)

longer chapter for tonight! i'm having fun writing this! thank you for the support!

i changed the name to decode because i was listening to it while writing this chapter and it was a little bit too perfect. everybody say thank you hayley williams.

other songs i listened to while writing include

breaking benjamin - diary of jane

foo fighters - everlong

bts (suga) - trivia: seesaw

paramore - all i wanted

i feel like im on drugs rn

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THE PURRR-FECT APPROACH✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 2.0k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, boyfriend!gojo, established couple. adoptedkiddo! tsumiki.

SYNOPSIS: tsumiki wants to get a pet cat, so she devises a plan with satoru on how to ask oc gojo girlfriend for one. AUTHOR'S NOTE: i was inspired to write this after seeing this picture. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“you want to get a cat?” satoru asked in surprise. his blue eyes peeking through his sunglasses to look at his 10 year old adopted daughter.

“yes! i promise i'll take care of it!” tsumiki said with her hands intertwined together tightly. “i will use my allowance to buy everything it needs! i’ll make sure to clean the litter box too!”

now, satoru gojo wasn’t one to say no. especially if tsumiki, his golden child, was asking. you already had two demon puppies in the house due to megumi's shikigami. the hurdle was getting you to agree on getting a cat too.

“you’re gonna have to ask (y/n). you know she makes the rules in this household.” satoru sarcastically said.

coming up with a plan, tsumiki asked her guardian, “gojo-sensei. can you like… sweeten her up a little bit? like buy her flowers or give her a big kiss before i ask? oh, how about you guys go shopping before i ask? (y/n) has been wanting to buy a new work bag, but she's been busy.”

satoru smiled at the fact that his adopted children could be so cunning and smart. but then again, they were raised by intelligent you and guileful him.

“gotcha.” he winked at the 10 year old. “what time does the boss come home today?” gojo looked at the family calendar on the kitchen wall.

you both had a routine down after work. today was your turn to assist megumi with his after school activities. megumi had a school book club that both you and satoru supervised. you also both took turns with jujutsu training at the high school dojo. it was satoru's day to be in charge of dinner.

“boss comes home at 6:30!” tsumiki sprinted back to satoru, who was sitting on the couch, arms hanging along the backrests. she jumped on the couch to sit next to him.

“why don’t we start dinner? so when (y/n) and megumi come home, they’ll be in a good mood.” the blue eyed sorcerer suggested. he knew that you and megumi would be annoyed if dinner wasn’t ready by the time they got home. he could hear your voice in his head scolding him, ‘why did you wait until we got home to start cooking?’

“oh, you’re right. those two get angry when they’re hungry.”

"i think that’s called hangry, sweetheart.” satoru chuckled as tsumiki went to the kitchen to open the fridge to start dinner.

later that evening

"we're home!" you called out as you and megumi took off your shoes in the foyer. megumi took off his backpack and sighed. you put down your work bag and ruffled his hair, your eyes hidden by a cheeky smile.

"looks like you got roughed up, kid." satoru teased from the kitchen as he saw a couple scrapes on megumi's knee and cheek.

"don't worry about it, (y/n) used her reversed cursed energy to heal me and we made sure to see shoko before we left." he avoided eye contact with him. megumi knew that jujutsu training would be difficult, especially when he was training with the two strongest sorcerers known to man.

"he did really well today." you reported to satoru as he walked towards you and gave you a welcome home kiss. he hugged you as he winked at megumi behind your back.

"what's for dinner?" megumi ignored satoru’s teasing and walked towards his sister. tsumiki happily replied, "katsu and curry."

tsumiki set the table for the four of you. at the little dining table, the seating arrangement was that satoru sat across from megumi, and next to you and tsumiki. megumi preferred to sit next to you anyways, and it was only right that the two guardians that were so in love with each other sat next to each other. (the real reason was that megumi threw his grape juice at satoru during dinner once, which hit his infinity, which means grape juice stained your expensive rug. so they weren't allowed to sit next to each other at dinner anymore.)

"tsumiki, how was your day today?" you asked as you cut into your katsu. satoru seemed like he wanted to say something.

"aren't you going to ask how my day was, babe?" satoru interrupted.

"you can wait." you glared at him. you liked to hear about the kids' day.

you smiled and winked at tsumiki as she got your que to continue, "it was good! we learned about cats today."

"that's great, sweetheart!" you nodded as you scooped a spoonful of curry and rice into your mouth.

"(y/n), tsumiki wants to get a cat." megumi flat out announced. you and satoru choked on your food, surprised but not surprised at megumi's straightforwardness. satoru cleared his throat and started laughing.

"why do you want to get a cat? we already have kuro and shiro." you wiped your mouth with a napkin, clearing your throat while looking at her.

"that's the reason why! megumi has not one, but two dogs... i want a pet too!"

now, you were all for fairness, and she did put up a good point. megumi could summon his demon dogs whenever he wanted and they kept him company. if tsumiki could watch satoru on his days off without getting into trouble, she was definitely responsible enough.

"please, (y/n), pretty please? i told gojo-sensei that i would pay for everything and clean the litter box." tsumiki got out of her chair to dash to your side, grabbing your hand to plead.

you bit your lip in hesitation and looked at satoru, he just smirked at you and nodded his head in approval. ultimately, it was up to you. "okay, sweetie. you have to keep up your end of the deal though."

tsumiki cheered and jumped up and down. she hugged you tightly. "thank you so much! you're the best, (y/n)! i promise i will!"

"satoru will take you first thing in the morning, now finish your dinner." you announced.

"hey! but it's my day off!" satoru complained as you looked at him smugly, blowing him a kiss.

the next day

during work, satoru teleported into your office. it used to scare you, but now you were used to it. you could sense that man's cursed energy from a million miles away.

"when's your break?" he asked while sitting on your desk, looking around in your office. he leaned over and looked at the picture frame on your desk, it was a picture of tsumiki and megumi on their first day of school, a couple months after you and satoru had taken them in. they were so small at the time.

"right now." you shut down your laptop and smiled at him. he walked over to you, intertwined your arms and gave you a kiss. he quickly clasped his hands together and you felt a huge whoooosh!

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you almost shot his face with a huge stream of water with your cursed technique. you grit your teeth and put your hand down because you knew it would only hit his infinity. he loved to do this.

"satoru gojo! why did you teleport us away from the school?!" you yelled at him.

he just laughed and pushed you into the pet store where tsumiki was looking at the kittens. "i thought it was only right that both of her guardians were here for this moment."

you rolled your eyes at him while you walked over to tsumiki, hand in hand. "i brought (y/n) so she wouldn't miss this. did you choose which one you wanted?" satoru asked the smiling girl.

"yeah, i want the white one with blue eyes!" she pointed through the glass.

the pet shop owner picked up the kitten and put it gently in tsumiki's arms. the kitten purred as you watched by satoru's side. you could feel yourself smiling again, forgetting that satoru just teleported you away from the school without your permission.

"can you make sure to add in everything a kitten needs?" satoru asked the pet shop owner, flashing his handsome smile, sunglasses sliding down his nose, showing his beautiful blue eyes. the shop owner nodded their head with a shy smile and made sure to grab everything tsumiki needed to be a responsible cat owner. you scoffed at his ridiculous ways of trying to charm people. it may or may not have worked on you when you were both in high school.

you looked at your watch, you had 2 minutes to be back at the school before principal yaga would chew you out for leaving work. "my break is over, satoru. you need to teleport me back to the school. tsumiki, i'll see you at home, sweetheart." you kissed the top of her head as she smiled with the kitten in her arms.

"so bossy..." satoru mumbled while he looked at you.

the two of you stepped outside, satoru drew his teleportation symbol into the ground around you. you grabbed his jaw roughly with your right hand to pull him in, you glared at him and kissed him goodbye before he flashed a shit-eating grin at you. he clasped his hands together to teleport you back to jujutsu high.

back at the apartment

"so, kiddo, whatcha gonna name your new cat?" satoru asked as he placed a big department store shopping bag on the ground next to all the cat supplies. tsumiki's new white kitten laid in her arms, purring.

"i'm naming it catoru!" she smiled brightly.

"are you naming your cat after silly ol' satoru gojo?" satoru asked with a huge smile on his face. him and catoru were twins after all, white-haired and blue-eyed.

EXTRA:

"you didn't use the card that's linked to the kids' bank account, did you?" you suspected as you and satoru watched from the couch. tsumiki and megumi admired catoru as it slept in it's little home scratch post. megumi's demon puppies were also watching the kitten curiously next to him, tails wagging furiously.

"not at all." satoru softly said as he brushed your hair behind your ear to sneak a kiss on your temple. he made sure he swiped his own card at the pet store.

whenever purchases were made for the kids, you and satoru would pay for things instead of using their financial aid money that satoru received from the school. they deserved to have whatever they wanted without the worry of finances, both you and satoru made sure of that. it wasn't like you needed the money since you both came from very well-off clans.

"i hope you do the same when we go shopping on sunday." you joked with him, gently slapping his chest.

he chuckled, "don't worry, baby. hey, tsumiki!"

tsumiki turned to look over at her guardians, her brown ponytail flowing in the air, "yes?" she replied.

"can you go get the thing?" satoru asked her sweetly with his eyebrows raised. she nodded her head and ran into her room to grab a shopping bag. satoru sat up from the couch, you looked at them with confusion on your face.

"this is for you, (y/n)!" tsumiki cheerfully handed you the shopping bag.

"you. did. not." you looked over at satoru excitedly. he had his signature shit-eating grin. it was one of your favorite smiles to see on his face.

"open it, babe." he urged you to look into the shopping bag. you squealed as the kids came over to see what you were freaking out about. you pulled out the designer bag that you had been wanting since the start of the new school year. it was your little personal tradition to get a new work bag every year, but you had been so busy with work that you haven't had the time to buy one.

your eyes were entranced by the black leather and gold designer emblem. you tried on the bag by putting it over your shoulder, playfully posing with it as satoru and tsumiki smiled brightly at you.

megumi looked at the bag and quietly said, "that's the bag she wanted? it's ug—" tsumiki shoved an elbow into his side and muttered, "shut up, (y/n) likes it."

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 year

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Random Hazel Callahan headcanons that have been rotting my brain for the past couple of days:

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x female! reader

Summary: Not needed

Genre(s): a little angsty at first, after that's it's just pure fluff

Warnings: mentions of trauma and maladaptive daydreaming

A/N: I'M GONNA WRITE MORE FOR HER BECAUSE I NEED IT SO STAY TUNED, also I listened to False God by Taylor Swift the entire time I wrote this.

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk , join tag list here

• She has horrible listening skills, usually her house has been a pretty noisy and chaotic place, even before her parents divorced, so she's learned to mute the outside world.

• It tends to annoy pretty much everyone else outside the fight club, the only exception being PJ, she perhaps got annoyed more than anyone.

• When you first noticed you had to repeat yourself at least five times whenever she was around, you tried to come up with different ways for her to keep up, like texting her as you spoke so she could read it as much as she needed to.

• Later on you found out it wasn't just about losing track of a conversation, as you asked to borrow one of her headphones one time, you were shocked her ears weren't bleeding right then and there.

"Fucking hell, Hazel! Are you trying to break your ears or something?" your ears hurt for a second.

"It's not loud at all" She placed them on her neck.

"Baby, I can hear the music coming out of those things like a concert speaker,"

• You decided to invite her over to your house as often as possible, demanding a no-headphones rule.

"Why not?!" she complained.

"Because you're gonna be completely deaf at the age of 40!"

"And you'll be there to teach me sign language, right?" she hugged your waist.

"You're saying you prefer not hearing my voice for the rest of our lives?" you lifted a brow.

• The realazation dawned on her.

• To this day she hasn't worn headphones a single day in her life.

• Maladaptive daydreaming is also something she struggles with, not as much now as she used to in middle school and the first two years of high school, but it still happens sometimes.

• You found out when you decided to surprise her by coming to her house one day

• Mrs. Callahan said she couldn't get in contact with Hazel, for whatever reason.

• Most likely her phone turned off since it was out of battery.

• So she texted you she was gonna be missing all night, permitted you to stay the night, and told you to take care of Hazel.

• You found her in the kitchen yelling, it sounded as if she was yelling at someone.

"Are you ever gonna choose me over a booty call?! How is it that Jeff's dick is more important than me?! Your daughter! You fucking pushed me out and you still can't even ask me how my grades are doing and shit!"

• Your first thought was —Her mom's plans must've been canceled—

• As you approached the room as quietly as possible, you looked through the rim of the entrance, there was no one.

"Hazel," you spoke quietly through her screams.

A shiver went down her spine, he face turned white, she blinked a couple of times before turnind her head, "How much of that did you hear?" she avoided your eyes.

"I've never heard you like that," was all you could mutter as you approached her slowly and then embraced her in a hug, "I know you're not insane by the way," you whispered in her hair.

She began to cry.

• She didn't want to talk about it for the next few days

• When she did, she stumbled upon her words, talked too fast, and teared up every once in a sentence.

"Call me first," you cupped her face, "I'll never judge you for whatever you have to say,"

• She wanted to kiss you right then and there, but just rested her forehead on yours, an act of ultimate intimacy.

• I could get into the divorced parents' trauma for hours because same

• But for now I'll move on to the happy part

• Physical touch is the absolute most pure form of love she can give

• If she's not hugging your waist at all times, she's holding your hand, resting her head on your chest, shoulders, legs, etc. pretty much everywhere she can

• If you have long or medium hair she'll attempt to braid your hair, keyword attempt

• If you have short hair she'll buy little elastic ponytails to tie them around your head everywhere she can

• Her reasoning behind this is that her favorite plants are cactuses

• That's it, that's all the reasons she needs

• If you happen to be bald she'll rub your head while singing the chorus to Diamonds by Rihanna

• She plays ukelele

• She knows how to make a few origami figures and if she tries a new one, as crumbled and sweaty as it is she gives it to you

• You have a whole shelf in your room dedicated to every piece of folded paper she's ever done for you

• If you're more of a fem! girl, she'll try something of yours whenever she comes over and stare at her reflection for hours

"Good thing, god didn't make me straight, she knew I would be a menace,"

• You can only roll your eyes and laugh at her twirling and pretending to dance ballet in your dresses and skirts

• If she happens to go shopping without you, she'll try something you'll like and send you the photo after

"If it looks this good on me, imagine how AMAZING it'll look on you,"

• She once asked you to put makeup on her, she'll say she was just curious how she'd look

• She wasn't lying, but she also didn't mention she just wanted to recreate this picture:

• If you happen to be more of a masc! girl, you'll trade clothes as often as you can think

• More than once you have arrived at school with something she likes and just drags you to the bathroom to for you to make the exchange

• It's not her clothes and your clothes anymore, everything you own is hers and vice versa

• More often than not you're no longer sure what used to be only yours

• This goes for accessories and shoes as well, even if they don't fit her, she'll fill them up with toilet paper until they fit just fine

• You'll match AT LEAST once a week, as per her request of course

• She tries all kinds of chips (or crisps for my British luvs) she has tried every flavor and seasoning, but her favorites and the flaming hot ones, even if she ends up chugging your waterbottle after finishing the bag

• Although her parents are rich and taught her from a young age to be a precise wine taster, she's a tequila and vodka girl

• She hates gloomy and rainy days because they bring down her mood, but spending the day binge-watching cheesy movies and stuffing her stomach with all the snacks o her house makes it up

• She's ABSOLUTE SHIT at Karaoke, but my god does she have the spirit

• Her go-to song is Lies by Fleetwood Mac, but if she's drunk enough to gain confidence she'll request Easy On Me by Adele

• If she insists for long enough and you decide to sing with her, she 100% will try to recreate the following musical numbers:

• Lay all you love on me -Mamma Mia

• Every duet there is in Teen Beach Movie, her favorite childhood movie

• The cellblock tango -Chicago and Ex-Wives -from Six, if the rest of the fight club joins as well

• Popular from Wicked, strangely enough, she's Glinda

• Seventeen -Heathers

• Candy Store -Heathers featuring Isabel as Heather Mc Namara, Josie as Martha Dunnstock, and PJ as Veronica (She was heavily forced to after Brittany suggested it)

• Smooth Criminal -The Glee cast cover

• If you're a good singer, or at least a decent one, at the end of the song she'll hype you up more than anyone in the crowd, even carry you (this also applies to my plus size! lovelies, DON'T YOU WORRY, she has muscles)

• If you're a bad singer, then you'll be shit together, the worse your voices sound, the better you'll enjoy it

• Onto the kissing and overall more stereotypical relationship stuff, aka the not-so-comfortable part of my asexual-spectrum girlies.

• As previously shown in the original material

• Kissing is slow and passionate, she likes to enjoy your lips as much as possible, taking in every movement, taste, and breath

• Hands on your jaw and neck EVERY FUCKING TIME

• The first few times you offered her some chapstick or lipstick, or lipgloss, or lip oil, or anything, she would kiss you making you chuckle in surprise

• Now you don't even need to ask, she'll just be like

"Hey, your lips look beautiful," and peck you on the lips

• If you're alone it definitely turns into a whole makeout session

• She just claims it tastes too good not to do it

• Every once in a while she'll hug you from behind and aggressively kiss your cheek

• Good luck kisses before every test

• Her favorite kind of dates are picnic dates

• She takes pictures of the sky whenever she feels it matches your vibe

• She takes A LOT of pictures of you ANYTIME, ANYWHERE, she even went as far as to buy a film camera because they make everything more magical

• She reads A LOT

• She obviously knows too much about social injustices and everything regarding that realm, but she likes other things as well

• Avid fantasy reader, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,

• Going back to this need for escapism, she was heavily raised by George R.R. Martin and Leigh Bardugo

• Definitely screamed, jumped, and overall looked like she was in a sugar rush when both Game of Thrones and Shadow and Bone came out

• She wasn't exactly allowed to watch Game of Thrones at the time it came out, so she watched when she was 16 instead

• Shadow and Bone, however, oh boy, it was whole event

• She cosplayed Sturmhond and made you cosplay as Zoya

That's it for now children, if I come up with anything else I'll do a part two or even better write something more complete

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convalescence. (sukuna x reader)

synopsis: convalescence noun. time spent recovering from an illness or medical treatment; recuperation. ryomen s. itadori was a disease that infected every part of your life, and you didn’t notice until it was too late.

pairing: best friend's older brother!ryomen s. itadori x pre-med uni student!fem reader.

warnings: explicit content eventually, mdni. mentions of sexual assault.

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a/n:

i'm so sorry this took literally forever to release! i was writing parts of the nanami fic and this chapter simultaneously, and then got really busy in between :( as an apology, wc for this chapter is 7.3k!! biggest shoutout to @beeh-ive, my one and only beta reader <3 ilysm and you are my iv, my lifeline. mwahs. anyways i hope you enjoy!!

ao3 link here.

incubation. (part three)

sukuna kept the hello kitty band-aids you gave him in his wallet.

he had no intention of using them, though he kept telling himself they were there if he needed some in an emergency. if that was the case, they wouldn’t be sitting in the photo pocket where he could see anytime he opened his wallet.

what he forgot was that anyone else could also see them in his wallet, in all their flashy pink glory. that brings him here; when he begrudgingly pulls it out to pay for gojo’s food and he hears the brat start ooh-ing at the sight of them.

“aww ‘kuna, when were you gonna tell me you got a girl?”

he prods around sukuna hoping to sneak a glance at any other evidence. albeit sukuna didn’t hold anything else of yours, he sure as hell didn’t need fucking gojo knowing anything. before he could continue with his trifling, the cafeteria attendant hands sukuna his card back and he shuts the wallet with a quick slap, thrusting the tray into the over-curious man.

“shut the fuck up and eat your damn food. moocher,” he grumbles under his breath as he walks far ahead of gojo, who was skipping behind him like a satisfied child. satoru knew that the band-aids could just be a fluke, but he knew better than to overlook such a detail if it gave headway to bothering his grumpy friend. you think satoru gojo would miss the detail of seeing you on his motorcycle that night? no one was allowed to ride with sukuna minus his family. all he knew now was that he kept an eye peeled for you, the girl that sukuna threw punches for a couple nights ago.

geto’s eyes flick up from his phone when the two reach the table he and shoko were already sat at and nods in greeting. “got my fries, bossman?” sukuna slides a container of fries to shoko and she puts her palms together in thanks towards him, already digging in.

geto turns to the older itadori, brows knitted. “i didn’t want to grill you at the house, but todo found out about the mahito shit.” sukuna rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, sinking more into the chair. “you saw what the fucker did. you think i was gonna let my little bro’s friend get felt up by a frat brother?” geto sighs and puts his phone on the table. “i let you get some in because he touched her. but it’s not a good look when other frats saw an upperclassman beat up his younger out of the blue. todo says he’ll let it slide because of the circumstances, but next time, he’s gonna call an advisory meeting.”

sukuna was irritated beyond belief. so sukuna was on thin ice, and mahito was facing nothing because he got his shit rocked? he scoffed. this was the exact reason he couldn’t be on the executive board for the organization. “whatever, man. i would’ve done the same even if it wasn’t a brother.” geto nods solemnly. “as a person and your friend, i don’t see anything wrong, trust. but as the vice, i have to tell you this so you’re aware. rules are shitty, i know that the most,”

geto seemed genuinely apologetic so sukuna lightened up a tad. as the year had progressed, he could tell geto was getting fed up with dealing with social events and conflict resolution at the fraternity house. sukuna was surprised that todo was also slipping in his spirits, considering how proudly he boasted and enacted his duties as fraternity president. there’s no way he was able to make the decision to warn sukuna without feeling bad. todo was big on making the “respect women” rhetoric heavily enforced amongst them– so sukuna boiled it down to the answer that the panhellenic caught drift of the fight and made a push on todo. it checked out. the main board always did drown out scandals and washed blood from the hands of their brothers, unfortunately. therefore, sukuna was grateful this was his last year in the wretched organization as an active. he was only here because his grandpa was an alum anyways.

“yeah, i don’t give a fuck about that consequence bullshit, geto. mojito got his ass kicked for touching up a girl, the end.” shoko pipes up, not looking up from her food.

satoru bursts into a cackle, his drink spitting out a little. “shoko, his name’s mahito!”

she gives him a grimace of disgust. “the fuck? mahito, mojito.. bitches need to get better names, i swear to god.”

“...and then megumi told him to eat a dick, can you believe it? i think the guy was too embarrassed to say anything after that–”

yuuji was raving about something that happened in his design class that you thought was just so yuuji of him to find hilarious. you laugh at his recreation of the scene, only to stop with the sight you caught from across the pavilion.

it was a familiar 6 foot 5 inches of black leather and faded jeans. your cheeks heat at the memory of your last exchange from the past weekend. his hands brushing yours, your eyes watching the drop of his eyelashes, your lips inches from his enough so you could feel his warm breath– you had to shake the thought away. it was inappropriate to assume that anything was even going to happen. you notice sukuna wasn’t alone. he was walking with the same brown haired girl from the party. the pretty one in the little black dress, you remember. she was in deep conversation as they walked, and sukuna seemed awfully in tandem with her.

what, why did you even care? it wasn’t like you harbored any interest in the older itadori anyways. he was bad news all around, too brash for your liking. did you forget how every person you knew thought he was an asshole, save for his brother? he’s only ever insulted you! you bet he took you home out of necessity, you would imagine he’d get a scolding from yuuji if he found out sukuna could have helped you and didn’t. he was nothing more than your best friend’s emotionally-constipated older brother.

but.. you didn’t let your brain register that your heart sank at scenarios in your head between him and that cooler girl. she was definitely more fitting to sukuna’s type, you were sure. her style was more mature, and aesthetically matched his. she wore demonias and you had a collection of mary janes. she probably didn’t even own any pink glitter ribbons, like the ones you liked to wear.

“aww, you always do this! are you even paying attention to me?” you snap out of the gloomy bubble you were ruminating in. you were too focused on a man that didn’t even appear in the same social circles as you, how pathetic! you had bigger things to worry about, too. your shiny new internship was waiting for you. yuuji gave you a whiny tug and leaned his head on your shoulder, enlisting a chuckle and shove from you. he truly had the face of a puppy. “okay, okay! you have my full presence now, you big baby.” yuuji beams at you with a goofy grin. he continues on, animatedly, distracting you from the revelations you’d made. what you didn’t catch was that he followed your line of vision when your mood dropped, and was well aware it had something to do with his brother..? he had every intention of finding out why.

the both of you enter the lecture auditorium and you tap into your rhythm again, forgetting your gloom. physics was easy for you to lose your brain into as the subject was satisfying once you got the hang of it. on the other hand, yuuji found it unnecessarily confusing and ended up needing your help from time to time. after the three hour lecture, your professor informed the class that you were to work on a project that weighed a quarter of your grade for the course. it was allowed to have a partner, but you could work individually if you wished. while you preferred doing such high-risk assignments by yourself, you couldn’t say no to the same puppy face that mouthed pleads to you. when you pack your things and go down to write your choice on the professor’s clipboard, you add “yuuji itadori” next to your name. “did i ever tell you i love you more than nobara and megs? you should know that,” he loops an arm around your neck and ruffles your hair, tousling the hairdo you had it in. you chortle. “you owe me like, thirty coffees.” “heard loud and clear, cap’n!” you decide that it would be best to start working right away and yuuji tells you they should work at his place so he could shower you with snacks and things (look at him, already living up to his deal). obviously there was no way in hell you’re passing that up, and you get to hang out with your lovely best friend for another couple hours. a total win-win.

10:00 P.M.

whoever said this was a good idea was a big fat liar. you were on the fifth reiteration of the same problem you were trying to explain to yuuji and he looked like his brain was going to spontaneously combust from the words you were throwing at him. “wait, what do you mean hooke’s law applies here?! i’m so loooost!” he threw his hands up in defeat and slumps on the coffee table, face mushed into the glass.

“we need to take a break or i might die…”

you sigh and shut your laptop. “me too. i think i forgot what i said as soon as i told you.”

you pick up an unopened bag of doritos and toss it to yuuji’s head. “nothing like red 40 to clear your sadness, though,” he moans in agreement and reaches for the bag, his head still stationary to the table. you dig in the tray of snacks for a packet for yourself when you hear the front door unlock.

in comes the same leather jacket and faded jeans, along with a bunch of grocery bags in each hand. they looked extremely heavy altogether, but he seemed to carry them with no real effort. he sets them on the kitchen island and peers at the two of you in the living room. sukuna’s face shifts slightly when his eyes land on you. you turn your head away with a jolt.

“got your shit, yuu,” he calls.

the younger itadori lifts his head finally to look for his brother, throwing him a thumbs-up.

you pretend to be immensely busy with your search for chips when you felt him walk by, and out of the corner of your eye you could see him glance at you as he goes up the stairs.

of course he would stop by when you were trying to forget about his existence. but again, why did you care?

yuuji peeks at both of your reactions and frowns. he didn’t like this one bit. at best, sukuna was just being his usual rude self to you. at worst, something was happening between his best friend and his older brother… eughhh. the thought made him writhe a little. he knew that nothing good would come out of it for either of you. growing up with a brother like sukuna.. he knew how he could get.

“i hate you so much! you’re pushing dad away!” sukuna throws the first thing he sees at the woman in front of him. her eyes are dim with guilt. “ryomen, you know it’s not like that..” her words fall in nothingness, and she falters. what could she say? her red fingernails fumble with the button on her suitcase. “you’re throwing us away! you’re leaving me and yuuji for that ugly stupid man!” he screams in anger, but tears are flowing heavily over his bruised face. yuuji watched as his brother berated their mother, helpless. he wanted to tell him to stop, that this was too much.. he shut his eyes tightly and imagined the day before, when they were going out for ice cream instead. the giggles they had, his mother wiping his chubby chin with her sleeve, the game of hide and seek he and his brother shared at the neighborhood park. “yuuji, my messy boy,” his mother cooed, eyes crinkling with a smile. her blouse billowed with the summer wind. heavy footsteps broke the evocation, and from the crack of the door he saw another figure. no! he clamped his tiny hands over his ears until they went white, knees to his nose. the smell of his mother’s perfume in the dark closet helped him go back– to tune out the muffled sounds of fighting. the voices of his mother, his grandpa, and that man ebbed away. slowly, he drifted, his mind crystal blue.. the only thought left was the taste of chocolate and his mother’s soft caress; a silent requiem.

yeah, fuck that. and fuck him for trying to mess around with your head.

yuuji throws a dorito at you. you make a sound of annoyance and throw one of your own in retaliation. he giggles. “wanna go get banana milk?” you stretch your arms above your head with a yawn, cracking your fingers. “yeah, we could use some fresh air.” he hops up immediately and goes to put on his shoes. “hey, ryo, we’re going to the convenience store for milk, be back soon!” he yells from below the stairs. you hear him give a grunt of acknowledgement from above and you both make your way to take your minds off things. it wasn’t just physics that lay heavy on your hearts.

as soon as sukuna’s saw yuuji’s text that he would be studying with “a friend”, he was already speeding through his last repair at the shop. choso, his cousin-slash-coworker, nearly yells at him with the speed he was screwing the bolts back in on the vehicle. no matter. he’d done this same shit a million times over, it was like clockwork. he changed out of the oily uniform and got on his bike before he could get a proper scolding. he shoots a reply.

“bringing groceries. be there in 20.”

he tucks his phone away before yuuji could deny him. and just like that, he was lumbering to the elevator of yuuji’s complex with a giant load of bags in each hand. it was insanely efficient, if he said so himself( sukuna was conveniently leaving out the part where he switched out his bike and borrowed satoru’s camaro to make the aforementioned grocery trip, but he digresses).

he entered the apartment with a little difficulty, but it was worth it when he saw the mary janes sitting neatly on the shoe rack.

when he sets the bags on the counter, he looks to the living room to see you looking at him with that gorgeous face of yours. something about your complexion was so naturally saccharine, like you radiated sunlight.

he raises his hand to give a small wave but falters midway seeing your expression flip, snapping away from his gaze with your face flushed with an emotion he couldn’t decipher.

sukuna was mildly confused. weren’t you on new terms since that night? not even a bit?

“got your shit, yuu,” the kid throws a thumbs up.

as he takes off his jacket, he finds himself glancing repeatedly at your now-nervous form. he couldn’t help feel a little irritated. sukuna was seemingly the only one exempt from your natural state, for whatever reason(sukuna’s aloofness to the fact 1. you both met officially only two weeks ago and 2. the amount of times he’s argued with you, was borderline insane).

you were wearing a different set of ribbons today, a pale lavender in hue. he wondered how many more were in your collection. the outfit you wore was simple but flattering, albeit he couldn’t see it properly.

a chuckle rumbles his throat when his focus shifts to see your face was almost entirely inside the tray of chips, doing anything to avoid small-talk he assumed.

his brother was slumped on the other side of the table as well, and he just shakes his head. it always was hard to tutor yuuji, the little brat was just so hyper. he says a silent prayer for you and walks up the stairs without another word.

he’d talk to you tonight eventually, he would make sure of that.

the street was mostly empty and dark, save for the streetlights marking your path back. the trip was fairly short but you and yuuji were walking at a leisurely pace, sipping on the tiny drinks. yuuji hesitates to ask you about sukuna, so he settles for talking about the party.

“so how’d you like the party? i was totally shitfaced, so i never got to ask you,” he joyfully perked up. you sigh and look at him with a small accusatory smile. “yeah, you totally left me in the dust, whore. the party was okay, i guess. i did meet this cool guy,” you began.

yuuji ooh’s and bumps your shoulder with his. “well, don’t just say that and stop! tell me more,” he eggs you on in a lilty tone. “actually, he said he knew you. his name was suguru,” yuuji snaps and shakes a finger in the air. “yeah i do! he’s super chill, one of sukuna’s frat brothers. he’s the vp for the fraternity!” your eyebrows lift in surprise a little. “oh wow. i didn’t know he was the vp,” you murmured, taking the information in thoughtfully. so suguru was more than just affiliated, he was practically running the show. and he was close with sukuna, which was kind of unfortunate. so much for having an interest in someone decent. “yup! he doesn’t seem the type, but he does a good job. or so i’ve been told by gojo and ryo,” he laughs, taking another sip.

“sooo… anything i missed at the party?” you were hoping he wouldn’t ask, but you assumed it would’ve come up eventually. you nod and sigh, looking up at the dark sky. yuuji slows down to a stop, brows cinched together. “something bad happened?” his voice drops to a lower, more serious tone.

“when you guys left, i ended up bumping into this really sleazy guy.. i guess he was trying to flirt with me?” you began.

yuuji looked visibly enraged, his eyes twitching. “go on.”

“he didn’t end up doing anything crazy because megumi came, but he did.. grope me.” you mumbled.

this was so stupid, you genuinely wanted to forget it even happened. you hadn’t put a ton of thought on the event until you recounted it, and it left a pit in your stomach.

yuuji crushed the milk carton in his hand and started walking faster. “i’m calling suguru and figuring out who the fuck that was, there is NO WAY–”

your eyes widen as his usually innocent and sunshine personality switches to an aggressive demeanor. you catch up to him and stop him from starting a second round of fighting. man, maybe yuuji was related to sukuna– the way both of them reacted instantly was too alike.

“wait! oh my god, hold on!” your hands push into his chest and he looks at you incredulously. “he got beat up at the party! he got what he deserved,” yuuji looked properly confused.

“megumi never told me he beat up someone, what?”

“it wasn’t megumi, yuu! it was sukuna.”

his face dropped the confusion and something unreadable replaced it. “...oh, i see. he saw that shit happen to you then?”

your face blanched. you didn’t think about that. did sukuna just watch you get assaulted? you wracked your brain to figure out the chronological order of events, but the adrenaline in the memory made everything a blur. “i.. i don’t know, maybe!”

yuuji’s face hardened. “and he did nothing to stop it?”

you had to defend sukuna, he literally beat up the slimeball for you. there was definitely something you were missing, but you didn’t know what. your voice was wavering. “megumi stopped it, so it’s fine, yuu! can we drop it now? please?”

yuuji notices that this was getting hard for you to talk about, and his anger for his brother was getting displaced onto you. he softens, shoulders untensing. “I’m sorry, [name]. that was shitty of me to grill you.” he looks away, a guilty look falling on him. you wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze lightly. “it’s okay, yuu. i know you’re just worried for me. i really appreciate it.” he squeezes you back tighter. “i feel horrible that i was trashed and did nothing to help you. that’s so not what a best friend should do,” he says into your hair. you sigh, cheek pressed on his chest. “seriously, i don’t blame you. i just.. don’t know how to feel about it yet, so be patient with me.” he squeezes you tighter. “i’m gonna be here for you always, babe. nobara, megs, all of us okay? if you ever need to talk about it don’t hesitate. i love you so much,” your heart swells with warmth. you knew how much your friends cared for you, you never had a doubt about it. “you’re gonna make a bitch cry, yuuji, seriously,” you fake punch him in the stomach and he doubles over groaning, playing along. “now, i’m going to teach you that physics problem and you’re going to understand it,” you pull away from his chest to shake a strict finger at him, lips quirking in a smile. he gives you a firm salute and starts bounding to the apartments. “sir yes sir!”

when you entered the flat again, you make a beeline towards the bathroom upstairs. you hadn’t noticed your eyes got teary enough to smudge your makeup during your heart to heart with yuuji. he was bent over with laughter when he showed your raccoon face to you in his phone’s front camera, earning him a smack.

you’re looking down at your own phone as you walk up the stairs to take a better look, when you’re met with a wall you didn’t notice before. or wait.. a firm surface? sukuna has an arm propped on the wall before the bathroom, and he was looking straight down at you.

your face goes red immediately, and you can’t back up because you’d end up tumbling down the stairs. a weird checkmate. “so what’s with you avoiding– why are your eyes like that?” his eyebrows go from serious to confused. you frown up at him and start wiping at them. “is it really that bad? god…” a rough hand holds your chin and pushes your head up, the other rubbing under your eye gently with his thumb.

“you cryin’, sweetheart?”

his voice rumbled in a whisper, breath on fanning on your lips. your heart was pounding so hard in your ears you barely heard him. you were so close you could see his stubble, the scar on his upper lip, even the intricacy of his neck tattoo.

“no, i wasn’t, well– actually i was, but not for the reason you think-”

your eyes drift to the bathroom door as you ramble until the hand that was holding your chin is now wrapped around the small of your back, just shy of your ass.

you shut up.

he smirks.

“alright, you just look like a panda then. now, are you gonna tell me why you're avoiding me?”

your face pulls into a mild glower. “i’m not avoiding you, what?”

“yeah, you are. didn’t say hi to me.” your hands press on his chest to ease from the proximity. you notice he’s wearing a wife pleaser like the first day you met him. what was your mind going to? your eyes flick back up quickly and narrow at him.

“we’re not even friends, why would i say hi to you?”

his head leans closer to yours, noses almost touching. "didn't yuuji tell you to get along with me?"

you glare. "he never said that, asshole."

sukuna gave you a vexed look. did you expect him to remember the words verbatim? "okay, he said some bullshit about warming up to each other! god, you're so difficult."

"me? difficult?” a scoff leaves your lips. all you could think was that the audacity of this man was unbelievable. “you are literally cornering me to talk to me!" you gesture to the position you were both in, but he didn’t seem to budge.

sukuna huffs, almost petulantly. you try to push him away, but the grip of his hand on your back wasn’t letting you go. he didn’t get the answer he needed from you, and he wasn’t going to let you leave without it. between the party and now, something had happened for you to act so differently. you were so soft and open with him that night, but now? it was back to square one.

“...you’re still in the way! seriously sukuna, what do you want from me?” you were exasperated at this point. his insistence would be endearing, if he wasn’t such a major fuckwad. honestly, out of every girl he could have bothered, he had to choose you? where was that other girl he was so stuck to anyway? why couldn’t he have just called her instead of holding you hostage and bombarding you with questions about your attitude? your irritation was growing, and his lack of response only proved to increase your frustration. why was he just looking at you?

sukuna was wracking his brain to form a coherent thought after you dropped that bomb on him. what did he want from you? this was unlike him to chase after a girl, and to almost harass her over a simple ‘hi’? he was obsessed over what? fucking hello kitty band-aids. he’s barely keeping his hands off of you with the way you were staring at him, assessing his every feature. your cheeks were puffed and rosy, your eyes still blotchy with mascara but god, you looked so perfect standing before him. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you so bad. he wanted to kiss you that night when you told him his eyes were sanguine red. what the fuck did that even mean? he had to look that shit up and lo and behold, it was the perfect shade match. you were so fucking smart it pissed him off. he enjoyed riling you up by telling you otherwise. he wanted to yank those lavender ribbons out of your hair and never give them back. it was so perverse; the way he was holding you wasn’t enough for him. you smelled like honey and sandalwood, he couldn’t get that out of his head ever since you rode behind him on his motorcycle. he wanted his bed to smell like you. he longed to wake up there and it would be the first thing to hit his senses. this was testing his restraint in ways he didn’t know existed. he knew he couldn’t cross that line, this was mental to even consider doing! what was doing him in so badly?? even he didn’t know what had gotten into him. all he knew was that he felt a little more than just irked you were taking precautions to avoid interaction, especially when he was dying internally to merely hold your gaze.

“y’know, i really need to go to the bathroom, so if you have nothing to say to me, i’m leaving. stick to teasing other girls.” a pregnant pause. his face fell at your last sentence, it definitely held some edge on your tone. sukuna shifted, a hand going up to your cheek. you scrunch your brows in flushed inquisition. he looks to the side before bringing his eyes back to you. they appeared poignant, almost wistful. you weren’t able to discern why, though. his voice was more delicate this time.

“..did you feel–”

“you okay babe?” yuuji’s voice from below snaps both of you out of your heated exchange. sukuna’s hands drop from you like they never belonged there to begin with. you take the opportunity to finally go to the bathroom, accidentally shouldering sukuna as you push past him. yuuji’s worried expression immediately becomes one of annoyance as he watches his brother come down instead, sourness cast on his rough face. “are you kidding me? what was that about?” yuuji had his arms crossed, jaw ticking. sukuna halts and turns to face him. “mind your fuckin’ business, brat.” yuuji bites back an insult, opting to check up on you instead. he knew he couldn’t start something with sukuna when you were home as well.

yuuji knocks on the door of the bathroom. “did sukuna say anything to you?” you were in the middle of splashing water to cool your flaming cheeks. “no, it’s fine! don’t even worry,” you call back loudly, drying your face in a manner that was definitely too rough on the skin.

your mind was racing with images of sukuna, his lips, the feel of him holding you, his cologne stuck in your nose– coming to do physics at the apartment was supposed to be a distraction from what was going on between you two. how come when you threw yourself more into your work, this idiot would weasel his way back to you!

you look at yourself in the mirror and you cringe at the sight. yikes. the combination of no makeup and your blotchiness was not the best. as you go to pick up your phone from the counter, you see the time flash. 2:35AM. you were an hour past the time you wanted to leave, you had an 8am that next day. technically, it was already the next day.. you wince. sighing and opening the door, and there was yuuji. “i know i said we need to finish the problems, but i’m really tired yuu,” you admit with a nervous laugh. “i have anatomy and physiology at 8 tomorrow, and i can totally explain it to you at lunch! right?” this had got to be the lamest excuse. coming from you, the person who never avoided doing work, it was suspicious to say the least. the morning class was buyable, but procrastination was not in your vocabulary. yuuji suffered firsthand from you about it. he raises a brow. “aaalright, no worries. don’t have to tell me twice.” he laughs back weakly. this was becoming extremely awkward. both of you were acting off and the silence that followed did not help either of your cases. “okay! so i’m just gonna head home, get my things, yup!” your voice was weirdly pitchy and before yuuji could question it, you were already down the stairs in a blast. “wha– girl, let me at least pay for the uber!” he calls after you.

you start collecting your computer and belongings into your tote bag, quickly moving. you almost trip over while putting on your shoes, slipping them on carelessly. you had matched with an uber surprisingly fast and it was already 4 minutes away. sukuna had rounded the corner from the kitchen upon hearing your commotion, yuuji on his tail. “whoa, you’re goin’ now? it’s too late at night, let me–” you throw a hand in sukuna’s face. “you’re not giving me a ride, i brought my car.” having another experience of prolonged close proximity with him in the same night was too much for you to handle. besides, this time you thankfully had a saving grace. barely. “at least let me walk you down, it’s dark as hell outside.” sukuna looked sincere in his concern, but yuuji was eyeing him indignantly. “you okay with that, babe?” yuuji gives you a face that says it was okay to say no, but you nod your head in reassurance. “yeah, it’s fine. i’ll see you tomorrow, yuu.” you blow him a small kiss with your two fingers like you usually did, and he mirrors it back. sukuna puts on the first pair of shoes he sees, already halfway out the door when you turn back around. he gestures to you to get a move on with his head, earning an eye roll from you.

you walk out and he closes the door behind you, giving yuuji one last wave. the walk down to your car was wordless, and sukuna didn't look at you once. better than him looking at you fervently, you suppose. when you step into the driver’s seat and reach to close the door, he stops you. his tall figure crouches down to meet your level, now meeting your gawking stare. again?

“you didn’t let me finish earlier.”

your eyes dart to the console, fingers fidgeting. “okay, out with it then,” you mumbled.

“i wanted to ask you if you felt the same shit i felt that night when you told me that stuff about my eyes.”

his body language was firmly attentive to you, but his voice had a weird waver to it. he remembered what you said about his eyes? what did he mean, feel the same shit? the silver chain around his neck dangled between the both of you, glinting in the streetlight as it moved. you noticed he was breathing deeply. nervously? what the fuck. “what are you talking about?” he silently cursed and readjusted his footing, clearly uncomfortable with the fact he needed to spell it out. he wasn’t exactly in touch with his emotions. “you really are the most difficult fuckin’ girl i’ve ever met, fuckin’ hell. just tell me what you meant by it.” you peer at him from the side of your eyes, trying to search his face. you were pretty confused at what he was trying to get at overall, but you just answered his question. “nothing. your eyes are just sanguine red. i like that color.” his lips quirk up and he angles his head at you. “you like my eyes?” your face flames. “i said i liked the color! what is it with you and mishearing people?” you throw back. with a huff you turn the key to turn on the engine, which prompted him to move out of the way so you could shut the door, him laughing at your irritation. he knocks on the window and motions you to lower it. you oblige angrily.

“you literally have 10 seconds or i swear to god i’m running over your toes.” you seethe.

his stupidly handsome face was just egging you on. his hair was tousled, the wind breezing through it gently and he looked unfairly good. you shivered with the chill going up your neck. he licks his lips and you watch it shamelessly. he notes this.

“just tellin’ you that you got lucky with your car today. whenever you think about getting an uber, don’t. you’re not getting in a car with any other man besides me.”

your heart skips a beat. nope, that was just a palpitation. your heart does not skip for sukuna, you did not consent to it. before you can register it, he flicks your nose with a grin. you rapidly blink, enlisting more cackles out of him. you punch him in the arm before he’s running back to the apartments. “not fucking happening!” you yell after him, head sticking out of your window. you fume all the way home, your music turned up to drown out the pounding in your chest.

when sukuna opens the door, he’s met with a really pissed off yuuji. “you need to leave [name] alone, ryomen.” sukuna knew this was coming given that he witnessed your altercation to a certain degree, but he was definitely overreacting. he’s kicking his shoes off and trudges to the couch, unbothered.

“i’m not doing shit to her, yuu. it’s just teasing.”

sukuna leans to grab the remote off the table when yuuji grabs it instead. “i’m fucking serious. stop fucking around with my friends.”

sukuna looks up at him with a raised brow, jaw flexed. “i said, i’m not doing shit to her.”

yuuji laughs bitterly and shakes his head. “i’m not four anymore, ryo. i can see what you’re doing and you need to quit now.” he jabs a finger on his brother’s chest, which garners him to stand up and face him, his height paralleling yuuji’s. sukuna was just as irritated now. looking down at yuuji, he takes a moment before he speaks so it doesn’t end up in curses.

“you forget you’re speaking to your aniki, brat.” he grits through his teeth, fists balled up on either side of him, shoulders tense.

yuuji’s eyes narrow. “she doesn’t need someone like you fucking her life up, ryomen. i don’t care if we’re brothers, if you toy with her and she ends up hurt, i’m killing you.”

sukuna suddenly gives him a shove to the chest. “and you need to mind your fuckin’ business like i told you to!”

yuuji’s face flashes with mild shock at sukuna getting physical, backing up with a stutter. “so what, you’re gonna fucking hit me now? what is wrong with you lately!” yuuji throws his hands up in the air and paces the room intensely.

sukuna’s stony face falters, his arms relaxing. what was he doing?

“you always do this shit! you talk about respecting women and you can’t seem to fucking treat one right! is it because of mom? how much longer are you going to hold on to that?!”

sukuna begins to bound towards him to give him a real piece of his mind but yuuji throws the remote on the couch towards sukuna, cutting him off and gesturing aggressively. “but you know what? that’s not my shit to figure out. if you want to distract yourself from your baggage, that’s fine by me, but like i said, [name] deserves SO much more than someone like you.” he spat, chest heaving from his tirade. “i’m going to bed. you can see yourself out.” the younger itadori brother’s stomps fade into the apartment as the other is left speechless, thoughts muddy with guilt and a reopened wound.

the next day you had plans to meet with nobara at the university coffee shop, which made you mildly uneasy. with your permission, yuuji had told nobara about the party situation and her reaction was similar to his, and she had approached you at lunch to talk about it. it went rather smoothly so you didn’t feel so horrible about retelling your thoughts– nobara just understood.

what you hadn’t told her was the events of yesterday with sukuna, and those were definitely going to be coaxed out of you over coffee. she had a knack for making you empty your guts with her. it was her evil superpower, you say. your shoes clack on the tile floor of the small joint that resided by your university as you made your way inside, head flitting to search for your redhead. it was a cozy spot, mostly run by employees that were also students at the university. the owners were an old couple that were alumni and had the place built on the courtyard spot they had first met at. the story was widely known by students and carried the spirit of the place, pictures of them and other former students littering the walls. you found it absolutely adorable as a hopeless romantic. you finally spot nobara waving at you by a window table and make your way towards her. “you look cute today, any special occasion?” you shrug, a small smile on your lips. “it’s 10 degrees warmer today, so i decided to celebrate.” “well i’m loving the skirt, don’t be surprised when i borrow it.” you giggle, sticking your tongue at her. “you mean steal, not borrow.” nobara pretends to weigh the two words with her hands. “steal, borrow, it’s all very subjective babe.” you set your bag down on the chair next to yours, a stray piece of hair falling in front of your face in the process. “hey, you.” your head spins to where you heard the deep voice and finds a tall black-haired man. “oh hi, suguru!”

nobara looks at you with a question mark on her face, eyes flicking to him and then you. you give her a little “stop it!” look with your eyes, hoping he didn’t see it. geto was awfully observant and a smooth talker to boot, so you were generally screwed much to your oblivion.

he leans a hand on the back of your chair and tucks the stray hair piece behind your ear. “you look pretty as per usual,” his grin was mind melting. your clothes suddenly felt too warm even though they were the most ventilating pieces you owned. you throw a hand in flattery at him, gushing. “oh stop, you’re too sweet!”

if nobara didn’t have questions before, she certainly did now. from the corner of your eye you could see her gaping at the scene unfolding before her.

you feel embarrassed with the display you had created and changed the subject quickly. “oh, this is nobara, by the way. you probably didn’t see her at the party but she was the one with the green haired girl.” suguru snaps and points at her. “you were the one fucking up the dance floor! i remember,” he sticks a hand out and nobara shakes it firmly, a too-sugary smile plastered on her lips. you could tell she was assessing the guy to his very bones.

“that’s me! and the girl with me was my girlfriend maki.” suguru nods in recollection. “well it’s nice to officially meet you, outside of the frat stuff! it can be a lot sometimes," he glances back at you and frowns apologetically. “which is technically why i came over to talk. i really wanted to say sorry for what went down. the pres, todo, is handling mahito’s consequences so i hope that reassures you,” he looks at you with a face of worry and concern.

“i’m glad not all frats are shitty,” nobara tells him vaguely, code for “thanks for doing your fucking job for once”. he chuckles nervously and nods in thanks. “well, i’ll leave you guys to your coffee now. sorry again,” he pats your head and beams, vanishing out the door with a jingle of the bell overhead. instantly, nobara slammed questions down back to back in hushed screams. “what the fuck was that?! and he tucked your hair? what is this, bridgerton? you didn’t freaking tell me about meeting a GUY at the party, you bitch!” you begged her to quiet down as people started paying attention to the wild hand movements she was doing. nobara, oh my god please! it’s been literally two days!” “yeah, two days of girl code betrayal! i needed to know this shit like yesterday!” she squealed at you and shook your shoulders. you wince at the bombardment and wave an imaginary flag of surrender.

“okay, okay fine! at least let me order my coffee?” she abruptly stops for a moment and notices that you in fact had nothing in front of you. “oh em gee i didn’t even peep that, my bad.” she holds her hands together in a “please forgive me” position. you both immediately burst into giggles. “buy me a cookie?” “you got it.”

you walk up the register and ask for your favorite drink and nobara’s cookie. the girl that took your order was really nice to you for some reason, but you weren’t complaining. she was giggling a lot when she rang you up, which was odd but.. okay.

“your boyfriend is so sweet, by the way. i wish mine tried half as much,”

ohhhh. she must’ve seen you and suguru talking. you let out a small laugh and brush it off. “oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you say. her brows furrow in confusion. “the pink haired guy with tattoos? he literally told me to give this to his girl in green ribbons!”

you notice there’s a pain au chocolat on the bill that you didn’t put down. pink hair.. there’s really just two choices in that description. you flip around to see if yuuji or sukuna were around, and from the outside of the cafe in the courtyard, you see sukuna leaned on the bricks, smoking. he gives you a small wave, cigarette in hand. you roll your eyes in disgust and ignore him. insistent asshole and a nicotine addict, great.

you turn back to the girl and give her a nervous smile, awkwardly accepting the free pastry. you didn’t tell nobara about the occurrence because you could handle only so much whiplash from shaking in one day. she just took it as another freebie from you and ate it happily.

you rub your temples and sigh. something tells you you’re going to have to be a lot firmer with sukuna going forward.

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i can already tell that baby boy dylan is gonna be a menace like his father before him 😭 i cannot wait for the toddler years where billy has to fight his own damn son for a snuggle with his wife 😂 and then baby raven just comes in snuggles with reader, totally ignoring her dad and baby brother 😂

alsooooo,i just thought about this but what do you think will happen if dylan grows up and adapts a heartbreaker reputation??? we all know the kids got good dna 😂 they look good and they know it 😂

Hello my friend!

I came up with a little something for you, I hope you like it and as far as the second part of your ask, I have something else that’s almost done as a part of another ask. But I hope you enjoy this! ♥️

The Fight for Her Affection

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader, plus their little firecrackers, Anna Raven and Dylan

Warnings: maybe a swear word or two, pure fluff

Word Count: 1.3K-ish

Summary: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series. Rest of the series linked HERE. Someone in the Russo family is very possessive of you at the moment and it’s not your husband. Your baby boy just loves to snuggle with his mom and Billy is feeling a little left out.

You and Billy had a couple of rules when it came to the kids sleeping in your bed with you which was it was only allowed when they were sick or for a few minutes in the morning before getting ready for the day.

If they got scared or they couldn’t sleep, you or Billy would get up, put them back to bed, and stay with them until they fell asleep. They both needed to learn to sleep in their own rooms and beds but you’d always be there to help them if they needed it.

Most of the time, all it would take is a short story or a song to get them to fall asleep. But there were other times where you would end up falling asleep in their rooms before they did. Little Raven very rarely had nights where she couldn’t fall asleep or had bad dreams.

Dylan on the other hand when he was around two, almost three, years old was famous for wanting all of your time including when you all were supposed to be sleeping. That little boy would test your patience almost nightly between not wanting to go to bed and telling you he was “scared” to go to bed.

What made it worse was Dylan never wanted Billy to read him a story, sing him a song, or even sit with him in the rocking chair to try and get him to go back to sleep. “Want Mommy, not Daddy,” Dylan would say, shaking his head. It made Billy slightly upset for a couple of reasons; the number one reason being he wanted to be able to comfort his son but also he wanted to be able to sleep next to his wife at night, not wake up to find you out of bed and asleep with little Dylan, also asleep, on your chest.

But he did love catching those little mother and son moments where the warm soft glow from the lamp delicately showed off the angles and features of both of your faces which made him smile. As he leaned against the doorframe, he folded his arms across his chest and just gazed at the two of you fondly before trying to get you to come back to bed.

While Anna Raven’s physical features favored you and Billy equally, little Dylan was a carbon copy of his father from the wild ebony hair to the glass like obsidian colored eyes and he already had the heartbreaker smile perfected.

Some of the women that worked at the kids’ daycare commented to you that Dylan was already a little flirt and knew exactly how to smile to get his way every time which made Billy proud and nervous at the same time.

He would always watch you for a few minutes before gently waking you by kissing your temple and whispering, “Our son gets to cuddle with you more than I do, ya know. Come back to bed, sweet girl.”

Billy’s tone is lighthearted and fun but you know there is some truth to it and feel bad that your husband feels a little neglected lately. After you gingerly placed Dylan in his bed, you turned to Billy and said, “I’m so sorry baby. Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

You both feel better after a decent night’s “sleep.” Finding time to be alone with each other after having two kids was a little more difficult but with the help of family and friends, the two of you seemed to make it work.

Waking up to Billy’s kisses on your shoulder always brings a smile to your face but he has to stop because you hear the sounds of four little feet bolting down the hallway. Little Raven helped Dylan out of his crib/bed every morning so they could jump into bed with you, mostly on weekends when you could sleep in a little.

Without a word, she would wedge herself in between you and Billy, silently demanding her own snuggle time with you. Your little girl was very smart and she figured out that Dylan needed your attention at night so she would get her hugs, snuggles and love in during random times of the day. And in the evening, she loved spending time with her father reading, coloring, or watching a movie.

Watching Dylan develop his personality, Billy mentioned the traits he had picked up from you like he had a very big heart, he loved all animals, he was funny, and actually both of your kids had the tendency to be “little firecrackers,” a term of endearment he called you when you were being a little bit feisty.

One of Billy’s traits that he thought he had passed on to his son was that Dylan had a tendency to be a little possessive whether it be with his toys or his mother. You could never force Billy to talk about things if he didn’t want to but you always knew that it bothered him slightly when Dylan preferred you over Billy.

“It’s almost like he doesn’t want me near you, baby.” Billy had finally said in a frustrated tone when it bothered him enough. “Which I guess I understand because I don’t like other men near you either. So this is my fault, really.”

You called Anna over, “Little Raven, can you play with your brother for a minute please? I need to talk to Daddy.”

“Ok Mommy, come on Dylan.” Anna Raven took Dylan by the hand and brought him over to her little table where she liked to draw and color.

You laced your fingers with Billy’s, led him into the kitchen and made sure Anna and Dylan were playing nicely before starting a deep conversation.

Cupping his cheek with your hand, you looked up at him through your long dark lashes and brushed the bristles of his beard. You could feel the tension in his body and watched his jaw clench in frustration as he tried to avoid looking at you.

“Billy…look at me please.” You said affectionately. “Baby, Dylan is a toddler. He’ll learn just like Anna learned to share. All little ones go through that stage, my love. Are you upset because he’s doing it to you?”

Billy nodded. You could see that he didn’t think he would have fight for your affection with his own child and he felt guilty that he was having these feelings.

“I swear he has the same look in his eyes that I get when I see another man checking you out. I’m his father!” Said Billy.

You inched closer to Billy, snaked your arms around his neck and he pulled you in close by your waist. Touching your forehead to his, Billy closed his eyes to relish in the physical contact with you, his wife, and the love of his life.

“You’re right Billy. You ARE his father and it’s your job, well our job, to teach our son to be a decent human being just like we’re teaching Anna. WE are the boss of HIM. If he’s old enough to start pushing back, then he’s old enough to start getting punished for his actions. So it’s time to start teaching him that kind of behavior is not acceptable, ok?” You said, holding his gaze.

“I will say, it’s a little funny, I’m a grown man being iced out by my toddler who won’t let me near my own wife.” Said Billy with a slight chuckle. “We’re the boss of him, huh?”

“Yes, we are…to both of our children. I’m not raising them to be little assholes.” You said with a warm smile. “And Billy?”

“Yeah baby?” Asked Billy.

“It’s not always a bad thing to be possessive of the ones you love.” You said, gently pressing your lips to his. “I love you, handsome.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.” Billy whispered, returning your kiss. Parting your lips with his tongue, you dissolved completely into his kiss as your tongue intertwined with his.

From the living room, you heard Anna calling for you.

“Mommy!! Dylan took my cray-on!!” She yelled.

You and Billy laughed.

“Well, time to go give him a lesson in sharing. You ready? Dad?” You asked.

Billy winked at you and replied, “Let’s do it, baby.”

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Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

The trio are currently at a gas station. Y/N is on the phone taking an urgent phone call while the boys are looking at a map, spread out on the roof of the Impala. "Okay, I think we found a way we can bypass that construction east of here" Sam tells Y/N as she hangs up the phone and walks towards the boys. "We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought" Dean adds and notices the sad look on her face.

"Yeah. Problem is, I can't come with you guys" She says in a serious tone and they look at her confused. "Wait what?" Dean asks her as she looks down at her phone. "I just got a call from an old friend. His father was killed and he thinks might be our kind of thing" She tells them.

"If it's okay with you guys. I can take a bus back to Indiana, get my bike, deal with the situation and meet up with you guys next week" She suggest and Dean shakes his head. "What?" Sam asks her confused. "We'll go with you" Dean insists. "Look fellas, I don't wanna put you two out of your way..." She trails off but Sam cuts her off.

"No, Y/N. We're family. We're not gonna leave you just like that." He assures her and she sighs. "Believe me, he never would've called, never, if he didn't need us" She says exasperated. "Okay...here" Dean hands her his keys. "You take us there" He tells her and she nods, taking it and jumping in the front seat, Dean gets in shotgun and Sam is still there stunned.

"Come on. You coming or what?!" Dean calls out for his brother who sighs, getting in the back as Y/N starts the ignition, putting baby in drive and they're off.

Some time later while Y/N is driving to Cape Girardeau, Missouri. Dean, who's residing in the passenger seat. His curiosity got the best of him and he asked, "By 'old friend'...you mean....?" He asks her, cocking his eyebrow suggestively. "A friend that's not new" She retorts sarcastically with a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, thanks" Sam shoots back sarcastically chuckling as Dean rolls his eyes. "So his names Christian, huh?" Dean asks pressingly, crossing his arms over his chest. Sam's eyebrows quirk up in the backseat at this, now realizing that his brother is jealous. "You never mentioned him" Sam adds teasingly.

Y/N gives her best friend a knowing look in the rearview and he hides his snicker. "Didn't I?" She responds dryly, not daring to look at them as she drives. "No" Dean says. "Yeah, we went out" Y/N confirms causally. "You mean you actually dated someone? For more than one night?" Sam asks her surprised.

Not trying to offend her but just surprised because Y/N was never much of the dating type as far as he knew. Y/N knew he didn't mean this offensively but still, "Am I speaking a language you two aren't not getting here?" She scoffs annoyed. "Jeez, sorry." Sam chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender.

"I was working a job in Athens, Ohio. He was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks" Y/N explains vaguely as the boys chuckle. Dean however was getting that burning feeling in his chest again, he clears his throat before asking.

"And..?" Y/N shakes her head, basically saying 'Nothing more to say'. "Look, it's terrible about his dad but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident" Dean tells her honestly. "Yeah, I'm not seeing if it fits what we do" Sam adds and a thought pops up in Deans head. "Which by the way, how does he know what we do?" Dean asks curiously.

Y/N looks over at him with a straight face, not answering. This look alone informs the boys how he knows. Their faces contort in disbelief and Y/N prepares herself for the chewing out she's about to get. "You told him? You told him, the secret?" Dean asks shocked and she doesn't answer. "Our big family number one rule: We do what we do and we shut up about it!" Dean shouts in frustration and disappointment.

"For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica. And you got out with this dude in Ohio a couple times and you tell him everything!" Sam rants just as disappointed as Dean. Y/N clenches her jaw at his statement. "I did say I'd go myself. So can it with the slut shaming" She shoots back and Sam snaps his mouth shut.

Not realizing how what he said sounded. "Princess...we're not slut shaming you" Dean says apologetically. "Yeah, Y/N. I would never do that. I'm so sorry for making you feel like that. It's just- you told him" Sam apologizes sincerely.

Y/N sighs knowing they're right, turning up the music on the stereo to drown out the tension in the vehicle.

(Authors Note: Just a quick option of who you want to imagine Christian as. I initially went with Rome Flynn. Or you can go with Désiré Mia. Readers choice.)

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The boys and Y/N pull up to the office where her ex-boyfriend worked at. "Jimmy, too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours" A man talking to two African American men says. "Again, I'm very sorry for your loss" He tells Christian sincerely before walking off.

Christian turns around disappointed, his face dropping when he sees Y/N. Y/N gives him a little nod with a small smile. "Y/N" He says surprised. "Hey Christian" She says softly as he walks towards them. The two former lovers share a long heated lingering stare, Deans eyes glance between the two of them, his heart dropping.

The burning sensation he usually feels in his chest is back but this time. It's worse, like hot molten lava bubbling up. His jaw clenches. Sam slightly smirks at the exchange between Y/N and Christian, realizing he probably meant a lot to Y/N for her to tell him about their secret. He then glances over at his brother who is desperately trying to hide his fuming.

Y/N clears her throat before introducing the boys, "This is my best friend, Sam. And his brother, Dean. We all grew up together" Y/N tells him and he reaches over to shake their hands. "Christian" He introduces himself, extending his hand to Sam, who shakes it with a smile.

Going over to Dean, he takes his hand, clenching his jaw a bit, he squeezes it harder than he meant to. Christian winces a bit at the grip but recovers, now a bit uneasy by Deans presence. "I'm so sorry about your dad, Chris" She says sincerely. "Yeah...me too" He says sadly. The two can't stop staring at each other and Sam notices this, a slight smirk on his face.

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Later that night, they're at Christian's house. "My mothers in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her for a couple weeks. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened" Christian explains them, walking into the living room with a tray of hot tea and four mugs.

He rests it down on the table to pour it for them, his back towards them as they sit on the couches. Sam and Dean on one and Y/N on another. "She was worried about Dad" He tells them. "Why?" Y/N asks. "He was scared. He was seeing things" He tells her. "Like what?" Y/N asks.

"He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him" He tells them, turning with two mugs in his hand. "A truck? Who was the driver?" Sam asks. "He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck" He tells him, handing one mug to Sam and another to Y/N. "He said it would appear and disappear" He continues to explain.

Going back for another mug for Dean, handing it to him. "Thanks" They all say gratefully. "And, in the accident, Dads truck was dented, like it had been slammed into something big" He finishes and takes a seat next to Y/N. "And you're sure this sent wasn't there before?" Dean asks.

"He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing." Christian tells him firmly. "It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dads car leading right...to the edge where he went over" He explains, tears brimming in his eyes, his voice cracking.

Y/N rests her mug down immediately, placing her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. Deans jaw unconsciously clenches at the gesture. Christian looks at Y/N with a tearful gaze, she offers him a small sad smile that he returns."One set of tracks. His." He tells her. "Okay. And the first person killed was a friend of your fathers?" She asks him calmly.

"Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad: 'He lost control of his car' " He explains to her and she nods, taking her hand off of his shoulder. "Now can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean asks him.

"No" Christian responds shaking his head. "And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?" Sam asks a bit confused and Christian scoffs. "When you say it aloud like that...Listen. I'm a little skeptical about this ghost stuff...or...whatever it is you guys are into" He says a bit warily, his gaze moving over to Y/N.

Chuckling humorlessly, Y/N looks at the boys. "Skeptical? If I remember. I think you said I was nuts" Y/N says a bit bitterly, her mind flashing back to memories of their break up. "That was then" Christian says firmly, an apologetic guilty look on his face. "Hmm" She just nods, swallowing the lump in her throat, as the boys shift in their seats awkwardly, sipping their teas simultaneously.

Christian then sighs and says, "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So I called you" He tells her and the sound of a door opening interrupts their conversation. A middle aged, Caucasian woman walks through the door, surprised by the presence of the three hunters.

"Mom" Christian says relieved, getting up from next to Y/N. "Where have you been? I was so worried" He says worried. "I had no idea you had invited friends over" His mom says. "Uh, mom. This is Y/N. A friend of mine from....college" He stutters a bit introducing Y/N, making her heart drop. "And this is her childhood friends Sam and Dean. They're brothers" He then introduces the boys.

"Well, I, uh, won't interrupt you" His mom says, before going to go upstairs but Y/N stops her. "Mrs. Robinson. We're sorry for your loss" She says sincerely, offering her a small smile as Christian puts a hand on his mothers shoulder comfortingly. "We'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind" She says sweetly.

Mrs. Robinson, clearly distraught. "I'm really not up to that just now" She says quickly before walking up the stairs. Christian is hurt seeing his mother like this and Y/N sighs, a bit disappointed. Looking back at the boys who give her a look of sympathy.

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The next day, Christian called Y/N and informed her that Jimmy was killed. The boys and Y/N go to a crash site and as they approach the scene to see Christian arguing with Todd, the man from the office "Jimmy meant something to this town. He was one of our best. We don't be the same without him" Todd tells him.

"Our best seem to be dropping like flies. Clayton, my father, Jimmy" Christian snaps at him. "What is it exactly you want me to do?" Todd asks him. "Well how about closing this section of the road, for starters" Christian shoots back in anger. "Close the main road, the only road in and out of town?" Todd scoffs.

"Accidents do happen, Christian. That's what they are. Accidents" Todd assures him firmly as the boys and Y/N approach them. "Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car? See if it was pushed?" Y/N asks the officer, her tone serious. "Who's this?" Todd asks Christian.

"Y/N L/N and her friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. Family friends." Christian introduces them. "This is Mayor Harold Todd" He introduces the mayor to the trio and he nods at them. "There's one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play" Todd tells them as they look at the wreckage.

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent-" Christian argues but Todd cuts him off. "Indifferent?" Todd bellows offended, knowing where he's getting at. "Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Christian blurts out, his face stone cold as the mayors face drops.

The boys and Y/N glance between the two, unsure what to say. "You're suggesting I'm racist, Christian" Todd says in disbelief. "I'm the last person you should talk to like that" He says. "And why is that?" Christian snaps. Todd looks as if he's contemplating whether or not to say anything and just says, "Why don't you ask your mother?" Now walking away leaving Christian is confused by this.

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Later the boys and Y/N are at their motel room, putting on their suit and ties while Y/N is already dressed in her white blouse with her black blazer and pencil skirt. Currently by the window, smoking a cigarette as the boys button up their shirts. "I'll say this for him, he's fearless" Sam tells Y/N.

"Mhm" she responds dryly, taking a drag from her cigarette and dusting in in the ashtray. "Bet he tried to kick you ass a couple times and lost" Dean shoots her a smug grin and she rolls her eyes, scoffing in laughter as she exhales the smoke from the corner of her lips.

"You'd win your money" She says, laughing. "What's interesting is, you guys never really look at each other at the same time" Sam teases her. "You look at him when he's not looking, he checks you out when he looks away" Dean adds, trying to hide his bitter tone and Y/N glares at the both of them.

"It's just an interesting observation..in a ...you know...observationally way" Sam says sheepishly. Fixing his tie. "You think we might have some more pressing issues here fellas?" She snaps, tired of hearing about her ex. She outs the cigarette in the tray, huffing in annoyance. "Hey, if we're hitting a nerve-" Dean goes to say but Sam cuts him off.

"-maybe Chrissy can do it for you" Sam adds with a laugh, making mock kissy faces at her and Y/N blushes, throwing a pillow at him, which he quickly dodges, laughing hysterically. Not often Sam is the one teasing Y/N, usually it's Y/N teasing Sam like an annoying little sister but Sam has his brotherly moments with Y/N, relishing in her discomfort.

"I hate you two!" She groans, walking out of the motel room while Sam snickers. The whole time Dean was wreathing in disgust at the thought of Y/N and Christian together for some reason, he knows his feelings are growing day in and day out for Y/N, to the point he can't deny them, even to himself.

Would he ever admit that to her? Fuck no, she'll probably reject him on spot is what he keeps telling himself. Meanwhile Y/N is conflicted about the two men. Seeing Christian brought up some old feelings that weren't really resolved the day of their break up when she left town.

She solely believes in her heart that Dean would never look at her that way, chalking up her feelings for him as a childish crush. Yes, Christian was her first love. There's no doubt in her mind about that. But what she used to feel for Christian couldn't compare to what she feels for Dean.

She hasn't admitted her feelings to herself yet, but sooner or later, she's gonna have to face it.

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The boys and Y/N walk down a pier to see two elderly men eating lunch, "Excuse me, are you Ron Stubbins?" Dean asks the man in a ball cap, sitting next to African American man. Ron, the man in the ball cap nods in confirming? "You were friends with Jimmy Anderson, sir?" Y/N adds sweetly. "Who are you?" Ron asks them.

"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company. Just here to dot the I's and cross the T's" Dean says. "We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" Sam asks. "What do you mean 'unusual' ?" Ron responds confused. "Well, visions, hallucinations.." Y/N begins to explains.

"It's all part of a medical examination kind of thing. Very standard" Dean adds to lower their suspicions. "What company you say you were with?" Ron asks suspiciously. "All National Mutual" Y/N responds, pulling out a badge from her blazer to show them. "Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? Big, black truck?" Dean asks.

"What the hell are you talking about? You even speaking English?" Ron scoffs rudely but Y/N notices the man sitting next to Ron, his eyebrows shoot up in recognition at the description. "Son, this truck, a big, scary monster looking thing?" Ron's friend asks the three hunters.

Dean looks over at Y/N for confirmation and she nods, "Yeah, actually. We think so" Dean responds. "Hmm" Ron's friend nods. "What?" Y/N asks. "I have heard of a truck like that" Ron's friend says. "You have? Where?" Sam asks intrigued. "Not where, when." The man states.

"Back in the 60's, there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty black truck" The man explains and the three hunters share a look. "They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asks. "Never found him. Hell, not sure they even looked" The man chuckles ironically and Y/N's heart sinks at how poorly they treated the deaths of these men.

"See, there was a time...this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens." The man states, glancing at his friend and back to them. "Thank you" Y/N says gently, thanking them for their time before walking off with the boys.

"Truck" Dean says. "Keeps coming up, doesn't it?" Sam responds as they walk towards the Impala. "You know, I was thinking. You heard of the Flying Dutchman?" Y/N asks them. "Yeah, a ghost shit, infused with the captains spirit. It was basically part of him" Sam nods. "Yeah, so, what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know? A phantom truck? The extension of some bastard ghost reenacting pat crimes" Y/N suggests.

"The victims have all been black men" Dean agrees. "I think it's more than that. They all seem connected to Christian and his family" Y/N says. "Alright, well, you work that angle. Go talk to him" Sam tells her. "Yeah, I will" She says. "Oh and, you might also want to mention that other thing?" Sam says, hiding his grin.

She turns to him confused, "What other thing?" She asks him. "The serious unfinished business" Sam teases chuckling and she rolls her eyes, looking down guiltily. "Y/N, what is going on between you two?" Dean asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. Y/N glances up at him, biting her lips nervously before responding.

"Alright, maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said" Y/N says vaguely. "Oh, okay" Sam nods, giving her a knowing look and she sighs, glancing back at Dean with a smug look on his face, trying to hide his jealousy before admitting. "Okay, a lot more. Maybe" She says and Sam chuckles.

"And I told him the secret about what we do and I shouldn't have" She admits, Sam nods understanding. "Look, girly, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime" Sam says gently. "Yeah, I don't" She retorts back. "It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended" She says sadly, looking back at the boys.

Dean couldn't help but feel a bit bad, now realizing she loved Christian. Envious at the fact that Christian won her heart and he probably never will. Sam has a smug knowing look on his face, Dean covering up his discomfort with a smile. "Would you two stop? Blink or something" She snaps at them. "You loved him" Sam voices their realizations.

"Oh, God" She groans, turning to open the backseat door to the impala., only to realize it's locked. "Open the door" She orders him. "You were in love with him, but you dumped him?" Dean asks her, a bit confused at this. She looks at him, a grimace on her face while swallowing the lump building in her throat.

She doesn't answer them and realization dawns on them again. "Oh, wow" Sam says lowly. "He dumped you" Dean says with a bit of pity in his voice while Sam's stands there, his mouth agape in shock. "Open the door" She clenches her jaw, Dean nods quickly. Opening the door with the key, and she jumps in, slamming the door shut a bit angrily but not too hard.

"Get in the car fellas!" She bellows, snapping Sam out of his shock and he quickly gets in. He feels terrible now for teasing her so much about Christian, knowing that he broke her heart doesn't sit too well with him. The protective side of him just wants to break Christian's face but at the same time, he thinks about if he ever told Jessica the truth.

Would she have reacted the same way? Probably. But would she have dumped him? He doesn't even want to think about the possibility. Meanwhile, Dean tightens his grip around the steering wheel while pulling out of the spot he was parked in. The knowledge of Y/N getting her heart broken by that dick just builds a fury inside of him.

God knows he doesn't deserve her love but how could someone who earned her love, just toss her away like that. Both him and Sam know Y/N isn't one to fall in love easily. But when she does, clearly she falls hard because she told Christian the big secret.

"You don't have to go talk to him, we could do it for you" Dean tells her gently, looking at her through the rearview mirror as they drive to Christian's house. Her gaze falls over to him, she gives him a thankful smile before shaking her head, "It's okay, honestly. I'm a big girl." Y/N assures them. "You sure?" Sam asks her and she chuckles nodding.

"I'm sure. It's water under the bridge. And to be frank, I'm wary of the fact that now you two know who dumped who, that you might want to break his pretty face" She snickers and they laugh, shaking their heads.

"Good point" Sam chuckles, giving her a reassuring smile. He pulls over to the front of Christian's house and she gets out. "If anything goes sideways, give us a buzz!" Dean shouts from the car as she walks up the porch, honking his horn. She turns and gives them a mock salute, a wide smile on her face.

They wave before driving off towards their motel, as the Impala disappears into distance, she allows her fake smile to drop. Sighing as she turns to Christians house before walking up the porch and knocking on his door. A couple seconds later, Christians answers with a partial surprised look on his face.

"Y/N. Hey, come on in" He invites her in, the tension already thick in the air. "So, you busy or...?" She asks him. "Uh, the papers doing a tribute to Jimmy. Uh, I was just going through his stuff..." He tells her, sighing as he walks to his desk with his work and she follows behind him. "..his awards. Trying to find the words" He says sadly.

"That's gotta be tough" She says pitifully. "For years, this family owned the paper. The Dorians. They had a whites only staff policy. After the sold it, Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn't stop until he became editor." Christian explains to Y/N, showing her the work, she gives it back to him and he rests it on his desk.

"He taught me everything" He tells her and she nods. "Where're your friends?" Christian asks her curiously, a bit on edge still by Deans presence. He's not stupid, it's obvious Dean has feelings for Y/N. He's seen the way he looks at her and the way Y/N looks at him. Clearly there's mutual feelings there but with the time he knew Y/N.

He can tell she has feelings for Dean too, though she might not have admitted to herself yet, but it's there. Even though they might not be together anymore, he can't help but feel a bit envious knowing that they way Y/N looks at Dean, couldn't compare to the way she looked at him.

"Not here" She stutters, struggling to come up with a good answer. Christian relaxes a bit and chuckles, "Alright. So what brings you here?" He asks her smiling, his eyes trailing up her body slightly, taking in how sexy she looks with that office attire on.

Her curves hugged in just the right places by that skirt, a bit of cleavage that's peeking through her blouse. "Trying to find a connection between the three victims" She tells him. "By the way, did you talk to your mom about what Todd said about not being a racist?" She asks him and he nods. "I did. She didn't wanna talk about it" He tells her.

"Right" She sighs, disappointed. They both stand across from each other in the hallway. The tension in the air is thick. A thought then comes to her head. "So just then, why'd you ask where my friends where?" She asks him, cocking her eyebrow curiously. "Nothing. Not important" Christian answers quickly, covering it up with a smile.

"Could it just be, without them here, it's just you and me. And not you, me, Sam and Dean. Which would be a lot easier" She points out bitterly. "It's not easier" He says defensively and she rolls her eyes. "Look-" He goes to assure her but she cuts him off. "No. Forget it. It's fine." She snaps.

"We'll keep it strictly business" She says, giving him a curt nod. Going over to his desk and picking up some papers. He scoffs in disbelief. "I forgot you do that" He says ironically. "Do what?" She asks him confused, turning to him. "Oh...whenever we get— what's the word? 'Close' ? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off." He shoots back sarcastically.

"Or make some joke. Or find anyways to shut the door on me" He finishes and she chuckles humorlessly. Tossing the papers on the table, getting up in his face, "Oh that's hilarious, see I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me" She retorts bitterly and his face drops.

"Wait a minute-" He goes to say but she cuts him off. "And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it!" She growls angrily. "Are we done with this metaphor?" Christian says calmly and she sighs. "Look, all I'm saying is I was totally upfront with you back then and you nailed me with it" She says and he starts.

"The girl I'm with, the woman I'm hoping might be in my future tells me she professionally pops ghost!" Christian retorts and Y/N's heart sinks, the argument growing as their faces get closer and closer to each other. The heat of their bodies merging slowly.

"Those aren't the words I used!"

"And that she has to leave to go find who killed her mom!-".

"I did!"

"All I could think was. If you want out, find, don't tell me this insane story!-"

"It was the truth, Christian! And I noticed it didn't so sound insane the minute you thought I could help!"

Y/N screams in frustration and pain, pulling away as Christian continues his defense.

"Back then, I thought you just wanted to dump me" He says, putting his hand on his forehead and she chuckles ironically. "Woah, now let's not forget who dumped who, okay?" She retorts sassily, a angry smile on her face. Christians eyes snap down to hers, "I thought that was what you wanted!" He argues. "Well, it wasn't!" She argues back and guilt succumbs Christians heart.

"I didn't mean to hurt you" He say apologetically, his voice cracking. "Well, you did!" She retorts pained, clenching her jaw, a habit she picked up from Dean over time. "I'm sorry!" He apologizes sincerely. "Yeah, me too" She snaps back and the two share a heated stare. The tension in the air is thicker than ever. Their eyes glances from each others lips back to each others eyes before they start making out furiously.

(CUT!!!🎬 Warning⚠️: There's smut below here. I was contemplating whether or not to write smut of Y/N and Christian, but I decided to go with it cuz why the hell not lol. Skip if you'd like, it doesn't really add to the plot. Please be kind as it's my first time posting smut I've written and I'm intentionally writing it bad because this ain't Dean so💀. Okay, back to the story. ACTION!!🎬)

The second Y/N kissed Christian. It didn't feel quite right, not how it used to be. They pulled away from passionate angry kiss, staring into each others eyes breathlessly. Her mind flickered to Dean for some odd reason. She pushes him to the back of her head, reminding herself that it will never happen and allowed herself to get lost in the lust and passion with Christian, reattaching her lips back onto his.

They walk back towards the desk, still making out furiously. She pushes off his sweater and pulls off his T-shirt as he unbuttons her blouse, her ass hitting the desk as he slides the skirt down, sitting the ground. She tosses her blouse to the side and Christian attaches his lips to her neck, moaning almost instantly as he nibbles on her all too sensitive spot.

Her hands fumble with the buckle of his jeans and she quickly slides it down, leaving him in his boxers, he presses his clothed erection against her drenched panties and she moans softly. "Chris.." Biting her lips, he unbuckles her bra and buries his face on her exposed chest. "Always so fucking gorgeous" He groans, attacking her erect nipple with his mouth and she rolls her head back in pleasure.

She quickly pulls his boxers down, allowing it to drop to the floor. He steps out of it and Y/N fists his erect cock in her hand. "Bedroom. Now" she orders his and he nods quickly, out of breath. He puts his hands at the back of her thighs and she wraps her legs around him as he hoists her up, walking upstairs to his bedroom. He locks the door behind him with one hand, holding Y/N up with his other.

She jumps down and pushes him onto the bed, fully naked. She slides her panties off, straddling him and reattaching her lips back onto his. She grinds against his hard shaft slowly and teasingly, circling her hips. "Fuck babe. Always a damn tease" Christian groans, holding onto her hips as she smirks down at him.

She lowers herself down onto him, the familiar feeling of him filling her as. They both roll their heads back, moaning as she bounces up and down his torso. "Oh god, Chris!" She moans his name. "That's it, y/n/n. Just like that" He urges her, guiding her hips up and down his shaft. She leans down and kisses his chest before working her way up his neck and back to his lips.

He then flips them over, rolling Y/N onto her back, now taking control. She gasps at the sudden change in position, gripping onto his back. Digging her nails into his flesh as he moves in and out of her. Hitting her special spot. He buries his face in her neck as he quickens his pace, moaning and whisper sweet nothings into his ear like he used to.

Usually it turns her on but right now, Y/N just wanted a release. "Don't stop" She moans as he thrusts into her quickly. He then pulls her up, now sitting as she straddles his hips. She lifts off of him and back on, riding him quickly as she rubs her clit. The familiar feeling of her orgasm climbing up to her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" She gasps. "Yeah, me too baby" He groans. Looking deeply into her eyes, "Soooo fucking tight" He moans, loudly. The coil snaps inside of her at the sound of him moaning. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" She screams in ecstasy, pushing Christian over to his own climax. Filling her up with his hot seed, his muscles tighten from the feeling on Y/N's wetness clench around him.

(End Of Smut!!)

Usually times like this, she'd be freaking out but thank god for the pill, right? They both fall back onto the bed, breathlessly. Christian reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a towel below. Taking it and wiping off his remnants from Y/N. She chuckles slightly when he does her. He was always big on aftercare.

"Thanks" She says softly and his gaze moves over to her. "No worries, love" He assures her with a smile and then wipes himself off. Grabbing the blanket that's on the base of the bed and throwing it over the both of them.

He then wraps his arm around Y/N, as she lays her head on his chest. Silently trying to catch her breath still. "We should fight more often" Christian mutters, breaking the silence. Y/N chuckles at this. "Absolutely" She responds in a sultry tone, her minding drifting to Dean again.

She can't shake the guilt she's feeling right now. I mean, she shouldn't feel guilty right? Deans not her boyfriend and he doesn't see her like that. So why is her mind on him, when she's in bed with another man. "Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting. This, we were good at" Christian points out, acknowledging their current position.

"It's all the other stuff...not so much" He adds and she sighs as he runs his hand up and down her arm gently. "Hey, I tried. I told you who I really was. It was a big first for me" She defends and he nods. "Why'd you tell me?" He asks curiously. "I don't know" She chuckles and so does he. "I...I guess I couldn't lie to you" She says softly.

"Y/N...You told me that story. It scared the hell out of me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even." He tells her honestly, looking down at her. She looks up at him and she scoffs lightly. "Actually.." He pulls himself up, her with him, now leaning against the bed head. "...maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away" He admits.

"In your work...um...You told me you see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. You deal with them. But working things out with you?" He says jokingly and she chuckles. "Im a scary one alright" She says humorously and he laughs softly nodding. They both sigh as she lays her head back on his chest.

Christian runs his hand up and down her arm. "Well, usually, things get worked when you really want them to" Christian says and Y/N sighs. "Yeah, but I'm still really involved with my dads work" She tells him honestly and he sighs. "No more excuses okay? From you or me" Christian says and she looks down at his lips before nodding.

"Okay" She says and they share a kiss. The ringing of Y/N's phone interrupts them. She reaches over for it to see Deans contact, before answering it.

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Ten Minutes Earlier:

Sam and Dean are in their motel room. It's been hours since they dropped off Y/N and she hasn't called or texted. Sam assumed that the former couple probably made up and so did Dean. However Dean is fuming at the thought. Currently pacing the room nervously while Sam sits on his bed, reading a book.

"You can't pace your feelings away" Sam assures his brother, not looking up from his book. Deans gazes snaps over to his brother. "What?" He feigns confusion and Sam rolls his eyes, giving his brother a knowing look. "You know what? I'm sick of this, I'm gonna just say it" Sam groans exasperatedly snaps his book shut, resting it next to him.

"You have feelings for Y/N, Y/N has feelings for you. You two dumbasses are too stubborn to admit it so you hide it from each other. And when one sees the other with someone else, one gets jealous" Sam breaks it down to Dean as if he's talking to a 5 year old. The elder Winchester looks at his younger brother stunned. Unsure what to say.

"Look man, I get it. You're scared to admit it. I saw the way you were when she got electrocuted. You were heartbroken. You comfort her when she needs it. She does the same for you, you two are good for each other. Y/N is not gonna wait around for you, man." Sam advises his brother and he sighs, looking down.

"And you getting jealous every time she's with someone not is healthy, vice versa. So either nut up or shut up, cuz you're gonna regret not telling her." He finishes in a fatherly tone, one hand on his hip, his other finger waving it at Dean slightly. Dean raises his eyebrows at his brothers new found wisdom about relationships. Dean being Dean, refuses to believe that Y/N would see him like that.

"Are we done with this touchy feely crap now?" Dean snaps, clenching his jaw and Sam sighs, rolling his eyes. "Whatever man, be like that. Don't say I didn't warn you" Sam huffs in annoyance, going back to reading his book. Dean looks over at his brother apologetically, hesitantly taking a seat next to him.

"Look man. I care about her. She's one of the most important people in my life. I can't let some stupid crush get in the way of our friendship" Dean admits and Sam looks back up at his brother in disbelief. "You're kidding me right?" Sam scoffs. "Yo knucklehead, she's been-" Sam goes to spill the beans about Y/N being in love with Dean her whole life but Deans phone rings.

"One sec" He puts up his finger and answer it. "Hello?.....Okay sir thank you." Dean says into the phone firmly and Sam looks at him confused. Dean hangs up the phone with a curt nod and informs Sam. "Todd's dead" He tells him. "Holy crap" Sam gasps. Dean quickly dials Y/N's number and a couple seconds later she answers.

Back at Christian's house:

"Yeah?" Y/N answers and Dean tells her Todd was killed. "You're kidding" She gasps and Christian looks at her confused.

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The next morning, Y/N approaches the crash site that's swarming with police while Sam and Dean are talking to a deputy. They spot her and Sam informs the officer, "She's with us". She walks up to the boys. "Where were you last night?" Dean asks, clenching his jaw. She doesn't answer and Sam gives her a sly grin.

"You didn't make it back to the motel" Sam points out. "Well.." She sighs, looking over at Dean guilty. His eyes drop to the floor to avoid the contact, something he never does. "I'm guessing you guys worked things out" Sam says smugly and she shoots him a swift side eyed glare as she puts his hands up in mock surrender chuckling.

"We'll be working things out when we're 90" She scoffs and Sam laughs while Dean feels like his heart is gonna explode. "So what happened?" She asks them, changing the subject. "Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped. It's like something ran over him" Dean explains. "Something like a truck?" She asks him.

"Yep" Sam answers. "Tracks?" She asks. "Nope" Dean answers and she sighs."What was the mayor doing here anyway?" She asks the boy. "He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam informs her. "But he's white, doesn't fit the pattern" Dean says and Y/N nods in agreement. "Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either"Sam tells them

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Y/N, Dean and Christian are back at the office doing research. Christian pours two cups of coffee. Handing Y/N one, "Here" He offers her with a smile and she smiles back, "Thanks" She responds and Christian goes to hand Dean the other one but he shakes his head, showing him his already fresh made cup of coffee. "I'm good" Dean says, giving him a tight smile. Doing a terrible job at hiding his glare.

Christian just nods, feeling a bit awkward while Y/N is oblivious to the two men glaring at each other. Christian takes a seat next to her and rests his hand on her shoulder, slightly rubbing her arm comfortingly. He could feel Dean's daggers practically go through his hand. If his eyes had actual daggers, Christians hand would need to be amputated stat.

Christian smirks victoriously at Deans discomfort, looking at the computer that Y/N is researching on. She subconsciously shrugs Christians hands off without realizing and reaches to the back of her next to rub out the soreness from their activities last night. Dean snickers lightly and smirks into his cup of coffee. Christian goes to help her but she puts her hand up indicating she's fine and his smile slightly drops.

He nods understandably and sighs while Dean basically giggles into his cup. "So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the 60's and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper. You got anything, Dean?" She asks him, sipping her coffee and he shakes his head.

"Nah, not much here" He responds. "Not surprising. Probably minimal police work too. Back then, equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here" Christian tells her and she sighs. Suddenly her phone rings and she gestures to Dean to come closer to hear, it's Sam.

"Yeah?" Y/N answers, flipping the phone up and putting it on speaker. "Okay. The courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like, 150 years" Sam says into the phone, Y/N's eyebrows quirk at up the mention of the name Dorian.

"Dorian?" She asks. "Yeah" Sam confirms. She then turns to Christian. "Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" She asks Christian and he nods in confirmation. "Along with most of everything else around here. Real pillars of the town" He tells her. She gives Dean a nod and he leans forward on the computer and starts searching.

He then pulls up an article labeled, 'Dorian Still Missing'. "That's interesting" Dean mutters. "What?" Sam asks over the speaker phone. "This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved." " Dean tells him. Y/N notices something and nudges him.

"Look at the date. Thats right around the time the string of murders were going on" She points out and he gives her a look of impress. "Sharp eye princess" He smiles and she tries to hide her blush, "Thanks charming" She smiles back, Christian taking in the exchange between the two "friends".

"Well, I pulled a bunch of paper up on the Dorian place. Must've been in bad shape when the mayor bought it" Sam tells them. "Why's that?" Y/N asks confused. "The first thing he did was bulldoze the place" Sam informs them. "Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" Y/N asks Christian and he nods.

"It was a big deal. One of the oldest local houses left. He made the front page" He informs her. "You got a date?" Dean asks Sam. "Uh....the 3rd of last month" Sam tells them and Y/N looks up the article of the mayor bulldozing the house. "Mayor Todd bulldozed see the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day" She tells them boys.

Y/N and Dean share a knowing look at this.

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Later at their motel, Dean and Y/N are doing more research on the Dorian family while Sam is out getting dinner. Y/N could feel Deans pensive stare on her and finally breaks the ice. "What's wrong, Dean?" She breathes out. "What? Nothing" Dean catches himself and lies causally. She doesn't bite the bait but instead presses.

"You've been giving me that judgmental look all day" She urges, twirling her pen in her hand and he sighs. "Do you still love him?" He asks bluntly. Y/N is taken back by this. Expecting a lecture or an 'I told you so'. But not this. She stutters on her words and his heart drops a bit. "I- No" She answers confidently.

"Not that it would matter. But no. Do I care about him? Absolutely. But the love I had for him slowly died the day he tossed me aside." She assured him and Dean is relieved by her answer. "I mean, I can't really blame him. I would've thought I was nuts" She adds, chuckling a bit but Dean doesn't find it funny. "Come on charminggg" She teases him, taking her fingers and turning his frown upside down.

He snickers, lightly swatting her hand away. "You're lucky you're cute" He mutters to himself but she doesn't catch onto it. "What was that?" She asks innocently, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Nothing" He shakes his head, smiling. Her stomach starts to grumble a bit and as if on cue, so does Dean. "Damn, where's Sammy with the grub?" Dean groans and Y/N huffs.

"I swear, I'm taking the next food run" She groans in agreement. Y/N's phone then rings and without looking at the contact she answers. "L/N" She says into the speaker. "Y/N! Y/N!" Christian screams out of fear for Y/N, her instincts kick in and she looks over at Dean.

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Not too long after Christian called, Sam came back and they all immediately headed for Christians house to be informed that the big black truck was outside Christians house revving it's engine. Now all in the living room with Christian and his mom. Y/N hands him a cup of tea and he nervously takes it.

"Maybe you could throw a couple shots in that" He jokes lightly, giving her a weak smile but Y/N knows he isn't joking as she takes a seat next to him. "You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Dean asks them. "It seemed to be no one" Christian tells him and he sighs, looking over at Y/N as he sips his tea.

"Everything was moving so far. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" He asks them. "It seems like. Whatever is controlling the truck, wants you afraid first" Y/N tells him apologetically. "Mrs. Robinson. Christian said that your husband saw the truck before he died" Sam says to Mrs. Robinson softly and she has a look of horror and recognition in her eyes.

"Mom?" Christian calls out for his mother. "Mhm. Oh, Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing" Mrs. Robinson tries to quickly cover it up. "Well, after tonight, we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck" Y/N presses. "Mrs. Robinson. What happened tonight, you and Christian are marked. Okay? Your son could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it" Y/N pleads with her gently.

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck" Mrs. Robinson shakily admits it. "Did he know who it belonged to?" Sam asks. "He thought he did" She says. "Who was that?" Dean asks. Mrs. Robinson took a deep breath before saying, "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus" She tells them, the three share shocked looks.

Y/N then pulls out a paper of the printing of the article and held it up to her. "Is this Cyrus?" She asks her. She nods but doesn't look at the picture. "Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago" She tells them and Y/N looks up at her. "How do you know he died Mrs. Robinson?" Y/N asks and she looks up guilty. "The paper said he went missing" She adds and the boys catch on.

"How do you know he died?" Dean presses. "We were all very young. I dated Cyrus for a while. I was also seeing Martin. In secret, of course...because interracial couples didn't go over too well then" She begins to explain and Christians face drops. "When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin....I don't know, he changed. His hatred...His hatred was frightening" She adds fearfully.

"The string of murders" Sam says. "They were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done" She says tearfully taking a deep breath. "Martin and....Martin and I, we were gonna be married in that little church near here. But uh, last minutes we decided to elope because we didn't want the attention" Mrs. Robinson tells them, Christian battling the tears that are threatening to fall from his eyes.

"And Cyrus?" Y/N asks. Mrs. Robinson tears up, holding her hand to her chest, "The day we set for the wedding was...the day someone set fire to the church..." She explains sobbing, "There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died" She finishes, sobbing as Y/N's heart drops at the thought.

Christian wraps his arms around his mother protectively. "Did the attacks stop after that?" Sam asks gently. "No. There was one more." She sobs, "One night, that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him and..." She bawls into her sons arms.

"Why didn't he call the cops?" Dean asks and she laughs humorlessly. "This was 40 years ago" She says and he nods understandably. "He called on his friends. Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson. And they out Cyrus body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land and all three of them kept that secret all these years" She explains tearfully as Christian comforts her.

"And now all three are gone" Sam says. "So is Mayor Todd" Dean adds. "Now he said that you of all people would know he's not a racist. Why would he say that?" Y/N asks gently. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done....he....he did nothing. Because he also knew what Cyrus had done" She tells them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Christian finally breaks his silence, tearfully. "I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect" Mrs. Robinson sobs. "Yes there is" Y/N says. Causing Christian to look over at her and Mrs. Robinson to hug her son tighter.

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"Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on poly centric cultural norms" Sam chuckles dryly as the trio lean against the Impala outside of Christians house. "So I guess we saved you from a boring existence" Dean jokes as they laugh. "Yeah. Occasionally, I miss boring" Sam admits.

"So, this killer truck-" Y/N goes to start but Sam cuts her off laughing. "I miss conversations that didn't start with 'This killer truck'" Sam chuckles as Dean and Y/N nod laughing in agreement. "Alright, well this Cyrus guy" Y/N retorts jokingly. "Yeah" Dean responds. "Evil on a level that it infected even his truck" She begins.

"And when he died, the swamp became his tomb and his spirit was dormant for 40 years" She finishes. "So what woke it up?" Sam asks. "The construction on his house...or the destruction" Dean points out. "Right" Y/N agrees. "Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless" Sam says.

"Mhm" Dean responds. "Like that theater in Illinois?" Y/N asks. "Yup" Dean responds nodding. "The guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved" Dean says. "So now is spirit is awakened and out for blood" Y/N says.

"I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway?" Dean scoffs. "You guys know we're gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp" Sam informs them and they look over at him with sly grins. "Man, you said it" Y/N chuckles as they laugh. "Yeah" Sam laughs and from the corner of Y/N's eye, she sees Christian walking towards the car.

"Hey" She greets him. "Hey. She's asleep" Christian informs them. "Now what?" He asks. "Well, you stay out and look after her. And we'll be back. Don't leave the house" Y/N instructs Christian and he smirks at her. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. You know it turns me on" He teases her and she begins to blush lightly.

Sam behind them is snickering while Dean is clenching his jaw. She turns and shoots Sam a quick glare, who still still snickering, "Don't leave the house, please?" She pouts cutely and Christian chuckles. "You're killing me woman" He jokes and leans in to kiss her. She hesitantly returns the kiss, Dean glares daggers at Christian who is staring right back at him with a triumphant look in his eyes.

Dean clears his throat loudly while Sam smirks at the two and Y/N puts her hand up behind her, indicating 'One second'. Although the kiss didn't feel like it did before, she allowed it to consume her. When they let go of the kiss, Y/N takes a deep breath. "You fellas coming or what?" She says smugly as they let go.

Walking over to the Impala and jumping in.

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Later they're at the swamp, "Alright, let's get her up" Sam says as Dean hauls the black truck out of the swamp with a tractor. "Little more. Little more!" Y/N urges him to move forward a bit more. "Alright, stop!" Sam stops him as the truck reaches the edge and he puts the tractor in park.

Dean jumps down from the tractor, "Nice" Y/N compliments his driving skills. "Hell yeah" Dean retorts back cockily. "Now I get what he sees in you" Sam smirks. "What?" Y/N asks confused. "Come on, girl. Admit it. Even if you don't love him, he still loves you" He teases and Deans heart clenches.

"Aw, could we focus, please?" Y/N scoffs annoyed, opening Baby's truck. "I'm just saying, Y/N" Sam chuckles. "Yeah, well less saying more doing" Y/N snaps rolling her eyes as Sam chuckles. "Hold that" Dean hands Sam a flashlight. "Alright, what am I getting?" He asks, changing the subject. "Gas, flashlight" Y/N tells him.

"Got it, got it" Sam tells them and they walk to the truck with the supplies. "Alright, let's get this done" She says and they begin slowly approaching it, flashing the lights over the mucky rotting truck. Y/N share a look with the boys before quickly opening the drivers door to reveal the decaying corpse of Cyrus Dorian. They all groan in disgust.

"Alright, let's get to it" Dean says and they take the body out of the truck and begin drenching it in gas and salt. Lighting it aflame. "Think that'll do it?" Sam asks when suddenly in the distance infront of them, is a apparition of the big black truck, flashing its lights at them and revving its engine.

"I guess not" Y/N mutters ironically as they all stare at the vehicle in shock. "So burning the body had no affect on that thing?" Sam asks in confusion. "Sure it did, now it's really pissed" Dean shoots back. "But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Y/N asks. "Apparently not the part thats fused with the truck" Dean says and begins walking to his car.

"Where are you going?!" Y/N asks him confused and concerned. "I'm going for a little ride. Lead that thing away" He tells them. "What?!" Sam and Y/N exclaim in disbelief. "That rusted piece of crap. You guys gotta burn it!" He tells them as he jumps in baby. "How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck, Dean?!" Y/N yells.

"I don't know! Figure something out!" He yells back, tossing his duffel to them and driving away in baby, the truck following behind him. "What the hell are we supposed to do?!" Y/N whisper yells and Sam gets an idea. "You got the case report and a map?" Sam asks her and she nods quickly, pulling it out of her jacket. "What're you doing?" She asks.

"The church he burnt down, it's hallow ground" He tells her and she catches on. They lay it across the ground and use their flashlight to look for whatever Sam is looking for in it. Meanwhile the truck is chasing Dean down an empty stretch. Y/N's phone rings and she quickly answers, "Hey, you gotta give us a minute. We're onto something" Y/N tells Dean quickly.

"I don't have a minute! Whatre we doing?!" He bellows through the phone urgently and Y/N puts it on speaker. "Uh, let us get back to you" Y/N hangs up and calls Christian. "Hey, Christian. Okay, I need some information and it has to be exactly right" She says into the phone and he obliges.

After the quick phone call for the church's location, Y/N calls Dean back. "Alright, Dean" She says quickly. "This better be good!" Dean shouts, the truck on his tail. "Where are you?" Sam asks. "In the middle of nowhere! With a killer truck on my ass. I mean it's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus!" Dean retorts panicked.

"Dean, sweetie. Listen, it's important. We have to know exactly where you are" She tells him. "Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway!" He informs them, she can hear the truck in the background. "Okay, headed east?" Sam asks. "Yes!" Dean yells and suddenly the truck rams into his bumper, causing him to skid a bit.

"Son of a bitch" He grumbles. "Okay, uh.....turn right. Up ahead! Turn right!" Y/N tells him and Sam nods in confirmation. "You make the turn?" Sam asks. "Yeah I made the turn!" Dean yells. "You're gonna need to move this thing a little faster!" Dean urges them to hurry, the truck high on his tail.

"You see a road up ahead?" Y/N asks. "No!....wait! Yes! I see it!" Dean tells them. "Okay, turn left!" Sam instructs him. "What?!" He yells in confusion but listens, making the turn. The truck goes in the other direction. "Alright, now what?" He asks. "You need to go exactly seven tenths of a mile and stop" Sam orders him.

"Stop?!" Dean asks confused. "Exactly seven tenths, Dean" Y/N instills. "Seven tenths, seven tenths" Dean mutters to himself, tracking the distance with the speedometer. When he reaches seventh tenths of a mile, he swerves the car. Stopping in an empty lot. Now seeing the truck come into view. "Dean, you still there?" Sam asks.

"Yeah" Dean responds. "What's happening?" Y/N asks concerned. "It's just staring at me" Dean tells them. "What do I do?" He asks as the truck just stays there. "Just what's you are doing. Bringing it to you" Sam tells him. "Yeah" Dean says unsure when suddenly the truck revs again, driving straight towards Dean.

"Come on, come on" Dean stays, standing his ground as the truck comes crashing into the lot, disapparating into a white smoke around the Impala, he covers himself in fear only to see it's gone. He then takes a deep breath and puts the phone back to his ear. Sam and Y/N still on the other end. "Dean? You still there?" Y/N asks worried.

"Dean?" Sam calls out to his brother. "Where did it go?" Dean asks them confused and they breath out relieved. "Dean, you're where the church was" Sam informs him. "What church?" Dean is confused. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered those kids" Y/N tells him. "There's not a lot left" Dean says looking around.

"Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not" Y/N tells him. "Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed. So, we figured maybe that would get rid of it" Sam further explains. "Maybe? Maybe?!" Dean yells frustrated. "What if you were wrong?!" He yells.

"Huh" Y/N now realizes they didn't really consider that. "Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to us" Sam says ironically and Dean hangs up. "Well, it honestly that thought hadn't occur to me" Dean mocks his brothers statement, hitting his steering wheel in anger.

"I'm gonna kill 'em" His voice cracks.

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The next day, the boys are in the Impala waiting for Y/N as Christian walks her to the car. "My mother says to tell you thanks again" Christian tells her gratefully. "This is a better goodbye than last time" He tells her and she smiles sadly, the boys out of earshot.

"Yeah, well, maybe this time it'll be less permanent" Y/N half promises but Christian chuckles, giving her a knowing look. "You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Y/N" He tells her honestly and she sighs, nodding understandingly. "Well, I've seen stranger things happen" She jokes and he smiles.

"Besides, I think someone else has got their eye on you" Christian smirks, nodding over to Dean who's shooting daggers at him lightly. Y/N realizes what Christian is getting at and scoffs. "Please, Dean? He's family" Y/N tries to lie but Christian sees through it. "I've seen the way you look at each other, Y/N. Gotta admit, I'm a little jealous myself because you never looked at me like that" He teases her and she looks down guiltily.

"Goodbye, Christian" She says sadly, giving him a hug. "I'll see you, Y/N. I will" He returns the hug, laying a kiss on her forehead. They share one last goodbye kiss before breaking the hug and Y/N walks over to baby, jumping in. Sniffling back a bit of tears, "Y/N.." Dean goes to comfort her when he notices it. "I'm fine, just drive" She assures him with a small smile as Sam looks at her, his heart grieving.

She knows that it wasn't meant to be either way, this is the way it's meant to be. Maybe now after finally resolving her feelings for Christian, maybe she'll finally come to terms with her feelings for Dean?

Only time will tell, I guess.

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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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Rule Number One- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: FINE I GIVE IN, I WILL WRITE THIS HOT MAN

Word Count: 1361

Warnings: Talking about spicy times but no actual spice. Allusions to a bad relationship before

Enjoy!

The rule had been written on a cheap bar napkin at 3am on a desperate night. You had needed a night off from work and your friends were more than willing to bring you out on their regular Saturday night party. They had spent most the night congratulating you on finally removing the stick from your ass and you spent the first half accepting any drink they shoved in your hand.

Anything to forget him.

This is the night you would meet ‘Hangman’ or as you liked to call him ‘Salty Jake’.

Your friends were all whispering about him and the group he was with, apparently apart of some flight school called Top Gun, and they were all huge flirts. Your friend Amy waved a red scarf she had warned and began singing the old red flag song you made in high school when he approached but you didn’t care. Because he was absolutely beautiful and he wasn’t HIM.

He introduced himself as Jake, and you gave him a flirty response with your own. Jake knew how to play the game well, and you couldn’t help the excited heat that traveled your body as every compliment he gave.

Soon enough it was decided that he would be coming back to your place. “On one condition, Sugar.” He had smiled, pulling you in by your hip and dragging a napkin across the table. “You follow the rule.”

“What’s the rule?” You breathe out, embarrassed by the fact you had definitely soaked through your panties just at his voice. He chuckled knowingly, taking a pen and scribbling across the napkin before handing it to you.

You laughed as you read it, muttering no problem before he snatched it back and shoved it in his pocket while he winked at you and dragged you out.

At the time you honestly thought you could follow the rule, I mean this was just gonna be a one time thing. ‘NO FALLING IN LOVE’

Who would fall in love with a one night stand?

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The one night stand turned out to be the best thing you had ever felt, and apparently you had wasted 6 years on a boy who knew nothing about female pleasure. But Jake did. Jake praised it.

That one night stand turned into a weekly thing. A game both you enjoyed playing.

He would always come in with his friends, and you liked to think he immediately spotted you, then you would skirt around each other for a bit. Sometimes you would dance, other times you would sit with your friends and listen to them. But no matter what you would always make your way to him by the end of the night.

He always greeted you with a smug smile and pulled you in, leaning down to nip at your lips and drag you home.

But then you made a huge mistake.

Somewhere along the way you had broken the rule, that shit rule that was sprawled across that stupid napkin, and you found yourself falling in love with Jake Seresin.

Your heart beat picked up everytime he smiled at you, and you began wishing you could just kiss him and make eye contact while he fucked you, maybe even made love to you. But you craved his attention and affection, desperate to make him smile and stay close.

You were so fucking stupid.

At first you ignored your feelings, but after a couple weeks it came crashing down when he collapsed next to you in a sweaty heap, both of you trying to catch your breath. A small giggle escaped your lips as you stared at your ceiling, drawing his attention immediately as he turns to watch you.

“What’s so funny? That not good enough?” He teases, leaning to kiss your forehead before sitting up and looking around for his clothes.

“I was in a serious relationship before this, is all.” You giggle, watching his back tense up as he tries to find his boxers.

“Why’s that funny?”

“I wasted my life.” You murmur, the giggle slipping as you turn serious. You stare at the ceiling still, too scared to look at him as his hand finds your thigh.

“Are you dead and I just didn’t know it, Sugar?”

Reigning in a breath, trying to ignore the warmth his touch gave you as you sit up to look at him, making eye contact and reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Your window was cracked and the breeze was beginning to bite at your sweat clad skin, but you were too focused on the softness of his skin under your fingers.

“Do you ever think about getting serious?” You whisper, a nervous feeling churning in you. “D….Does your heart ever race when your near me or is that just me?”

His jaw tightens and he flinches back from your touch and a wave of panic fills you. “Please tell me you feel this too. Please tell me that you crave my touch as much as I crave yours. That you are feeling just as desperate as I am when you are-”

He moves away then, snatching his pants and pulling something out of the pocket. It’s crumpled when he throws it on the bed before you and you reach for it slowly as he rushes to get dressed.

The napkin is old, and the words can barely be read as you unravel it but you know what it is. Your throat tightens and your eyes sting as the tears begin forming, but you don’t say anything as he snatches his shoes and slams your bedroom door closed while he leaves.

He hadn’t felt the same, then.

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“I’m such an idiot.” You whine, watching Amy come through your apartment like a tornado.

She had shown up 2 weeks into your pity party with pizza and cleaning supplies. “Oh please, it is his loss-”

“You said that with Thomas too.”

“It was definitely Thomas’ loss. He hit you.”

“I’m just saying you only get one valid ‘his loss’ and we used it on Thomas. Let’s be honest, Jake is my loss.” You snap, “I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“Military men suck.” She sighs, sitting with you on the bed.

“Men suck.” You agree.

“Wanna be lovers?”

“No. You are far too pretty for me.”

“SHUT UP!” She cackles, slapping your shoulder before dragging you up with her. “No more of this. Lets go get drunk.”

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“She’s not here.” A voice starts at his shoulder, turning to see Phoenix waving her eyebrows with a smug smile. “You can stop looking.”

“I wasn’t looking for her.” Jake snaps, rubbing the back of his neck as he clutches the bottle in his hand.

“You look for her everytime we come in here, and then you sulk in the corner like a kicked puppy.” She laughs, walking to the bar. He follows, not having anything else to do since everyone else seemed to be living their lives.

His heart picks up when he sees a couple of your friends at the bar, hoping to hear your laugh and see you. But his excitement dies down when he realizes you are not there with them. But the fast beat in his chest doesn’t die down and another wave of shame fills him.

You had been so fucking gorgeous, bearing your heart to him, saying the things he had dreamed of you saying for months. It was like he had he had cracked the wall you built around yourself and not only did you mention the relationship before you had opened the door to him.

You had opened up.

He hadn’t even said a word, instead he threw that napkin down on the bed like a coward. The very same napkin he clutched in his hand nearly everyday, desperately begging himself not to fall for you. It hadn’t worked.

It was terrifying the way you haunted him. You filled his dreams, he often wondered what you were doing while he was stuck flying, wondering what you would wear next time he saw you or what perfume you would choose.

He was a desperate desperate fool.

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onyour-right · 11 months

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Y'all, I don't know what made Gen V writers think they had the right to hurt me this badly. PLEASE, WHAT WAS THIS EPISODE??? The way this episode tugged at my heartstrings was unforgiveable.

My precious baby girl Cate, she did many things wrong but at the same time did absolutely nothing wrong and I need for her to know that. Her mother was trash to the core & needs to choke. What she needs now is a good ole hug and some hot cocoa because the way she must have been suffering all those years knowing so much and having nobody to tell... I'm glad she now has Marie. Also, now that she's off those pill blockers or whatever they were, the full range of her powers is gonna be immenseeee.

Jordannnnnn my beloved, the love of my life. Nah, the way it hurt me to see him crying. Derek Luh you were phenomenal. Like, they've literally never done anything wrong EVER. They are so precious to me. The guilt they must have been carrying knowing that they saw the interaction between Luke and Brink but bought into the lies & manipulation. At least they questioned it though, some people would have just outright ignored it.. I also kinda feel like Marie reminded them of their original goal to be a hero and what it truly meant and how detrimental being selfish is which is why they were so ruffled by her. Also, Andre can choke for the way he spoke to Jordan... "just always looking out for yourself" EXCUSE YOU, THE PERSON FUCKING HIS BFFs GIRLFRIEND!!!

Andre, bruhhhh. Like I get why he was mad but he was acting like the moral police meanwhileeeeeeee absolute trash. I actually for one second thought him, Cate & Luke were in some polyamorous relationship kinda thing BUT they werent.. he just is "that guy". The only good thing he did was telling Cate to wake tf up. Also, the tone he took with Marie too, like boy if you don't sit your ass down somewhere.. You're on thin ice pal!!

Marieeeee, my precious angel, my beautiful baby girl. She is the definition of a girl's girl. I love her so much omggggg and the fact her sister thinks she's a monster makes my heart break for her. Also love that she was the only one to stand up for Cate and openly give her another chance!!! Jaz absolutely killed it.

Marie/Jordan. THE EYES NEVER LIE. These two kept looking at each other, standing next to each other... like, it's married couple material right there. The both of them need to sit down and talk but I also love that they're going the slow burn route with them.

Emma and Sam were cute but reallyyyyy?? Everyone's fighting for their life but they're just having sex lmaoooo. Good for them though.

Shetty needs to die, as does the Dr. Sorry, I make the rules. It would be poetic justice for Sam to be the one to kill them after all the shit they've done to him.

Also, next week's episode is titled 'Sick'. I have a feeling that the supes (the main 6) are gonna be infected maybe at the end of the episode & Marie will have to find a way to save them. Because of her blood powers she might not be susceptible to catching the disease, which is why the Dr wanted to test on her so badly. OMG WHAT IF JORDAN STARTS SHOWING SYMPTOMS WHILE THEM AND MARIE ARE DOING DETECTIVE THINGS. Thats honestly fanfic material right there...

#g watches #gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #marie x jordan #cate dunlap #emma meyer #andre anderson #sam riordan #this episodeee was so damn good

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pumpkinsy0 · 2 months

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Curly and Ponyboy as camp counselors!

Curly groaning about how boring this is going to be (and hating that his parole officer suggested the idea as a way to "help curly understand the meaning of responsibility.") but he locks eyes with Baby Curtis who's just as surprised as he is to be there. Pony informs him Darry signed him up because 1.) it was fee and 2.) it looks good on the state record so no social services breathing down their neck.

Ponyboy singing songs for the kids on the bus but Curly adding naughty lyrics to it.

Ponyboy wanting to be the responsible camp councelor and asks the kids if they know their medications or allergies meanwhile Curly is hooking up with the fat kid promising a single cigarette for two Twinkies a day.

Curly smirking and Ponyboy groaning. They have to share a cabin, which is fine but-----there's only one bed.

Ponyboy in a crop top and shorts? Curly hid his nose bleed, lying that he fell in the shower. (Pony doesn't recall a thunk)

The camp has a lake. Cool. Not all the kids can swim or are as excited. Ponyboy trying to get the kids to gently walk into the lake. Curly throws them kicking and screaming.

Lunch time rolls around and everyone pigs out. Curly likes the BBQ little weenies and Pony wolfed down those hot ham sandwiches. They have an activity hour. Curly likes to play on the jet skis (cause hey he's poor as hell and these rich people know how to have fun) Ponyboy likes to go to the art rooms. Yeah he can draw and paint at home, but there are so many supplies here and he likes the hour of peace and quiet.

Purly camping out? Lord help them. Yeah they bicker over how their tent is set up and to be honest, it looks like crap when they're done. The kids all have their tents set up and they scavenger hunt, roast marshmallows, and Curly told the most terrifying story of the Haitian equlivant of The Boogeyman and a couple kids cried.

Que Ponyboy glaring at Curly for the next hour and a half after lights out because so many campers are scared.

Because their tent is poorly built, they make a hammock and sleep under the stars snuggled under a big quilt.

"Hey, Curtis."

"What?"

"Brats are sleeping and there's a lake not too far away. Dare you skinny dip."

"No."

"C'mon, I'll do it too."

"No!"

(Pony made it up to Curly by making him a bracelet in arts and crafts that Curly snorted at but didn't take off the rest of the summer and wore it till it broke off in the spring of next year)

i remember talking about them being camp counselors like a good while ago, this gave me such a whiplash😭😭

one of the lyrics for the song pony was singing was “banged her-“ but she couldnt even finish his sentence before curly said “banged her🤔🤔i hardly know her🗣️”

and curlys that counselor that like, NEVER follows the rules but the kids still love him and get excited when they have him as their group leader

they like pony too but pony follows the rules more and theyre like “why cant u b more like curly” and ik curly rubs that in his face but pony does NOT care, hes not gonna b the reason y theres gonna b a real life equivalence of jason voorhees

also their groups r always together, like the whole point is for them to have separate groups but pony and curly just merged and formed one fucking gigantic one

ALSO CURLY ON THE JET SKIS REMINDS ME OF THAT TIME DJ KHALID GOT LOST RIDING ONE OF THEM, PLEASE GO LOOK THAT UP THATS SO CURLY FOR THIS AU LMAOOOO

BUT THE KIDS LOVE WATCHING PONY DRAW, they constantly ask him to draw something for them

curly scaring the kids w haitian monster stories??? so real,,, he told them about the lougawou and for the rest of the time there, the kids were just terrified of any dog like thing they saw snooping around near camp😭

btw funny of u to assume they would even have that conversation, ik their asses was having trouble even getting in the hammock let alone setting it up, they got some bruises and scrapes i just know it

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship

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azulock · 1 year

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⊛ ⊛ ⊛ maria . over twenty . she/her . brazilian . bllk side blog ⊛ ⊛ ⊛

Heya! Seems you found your way into my blog! The stuff here is either gonna be fem!reader or gender neutral, this masterlist marks gender neutral as gn, everything else is fem!reader. All characters in my writing are aged up, so consider everything to be pro player!character. Feel free to send me an ask, a request, a thirst, whatever! Thanks for coming by! please, be mindful this is an 18+ blog, minors are NOT welcome

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recent works.

⟳ Oliver + size kink { Oliver . nsfw }

⟳ cat hybrid!Nagi in heat { Nagi . nsfw }

⟳ Yukimiya + Otoya nsfw headcanons { multiple . gn}

MASTERLIST ⤵

{ f } - fluff { s } - smut { a } - angst { gn } - gender neutral

Multiple Char. Blurbs Masterlist ↪

NSFW Alphabet Masterlist ↪

misc headcanons.

what they smell like { gn } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver / Sendo / Shidou when their gf wears a slutty halloween costume { s } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver / Sendo / Shidou / Kaiser bllk guys + sex toys { s } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser when they find someone they once had a thing with { a . gn } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver / Shidou asking the boys for gym photos { gn } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver with a chubby reader { gn } - Nagi / Oliver / Shidou what the guys sound like in bed { s . gn } - Nagi / Reo / Oliver / Sendo / Kaiser guys with a breeding kink { s } - Reo / Shidou / Kaiser their types of date { gn } - Reo / Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser favorite types of kisses { gn } - Reo / Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser the guys as dads { gn } - Reo / Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser their attractive traits { gn } - Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser when they get sick { gn } - Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser what they are like when drunk { gn } - Oliver / Shidou / Kaiser

Seishiro Nagi

oneshots.

halloween party { s } - you'd been avoiding Nagi, but he finally confronts you. tw: dubcon, intox kink

drabbles.

when you wake up crying { f . a . gn } - reader wakes up crying after a nightmare decorating the tree { f . gn } - when you wake up sick it's up to Nagi to decorate the tree and save Christmas snowed in { f . gn } - Christmas comes around but a snow storm keeps you and Nagi locked in

headcanons.

spending new year's eve { gn } cat hybrid!Nagi in heat { s . gn }

Reo Mikage

oneshots.

right? { s . a } - Nagi is a bad boyfriend, but Reo is there to help you feel better. tw: cheating

drabbles.

dancing to holiday songs { f . gn } - Reo arrives home early for the holidays and finds you baking family christmas dinner { f } - you take Reo to meet your father on Christmas

headcanons.

nsfw headcanons { s . gn } spending new year's eve { gn }

Oliver Aiku

oneshots.

getting nudes from Oliver { s . gn } - just Oliver being a shameless pervert who likes sending nudes, just casually getting jack off videos from Oliver { s } - since like to the photos, he moves on to the next step, jerking offf videos helping hand { f . gn } - Oliver has to shave his stubble for a club event, and he wants your help pregnancy needs { s } - Oliver fucks the pregnant wife of one a member of his team's board of directors trying not to think { s } - a couple of months after your baby is born Oliver restarts your affair sleeping beauty { s } - you arrive home feeling horny but Oliver is asleep, well that's not a problem obsession { s } - Oliver thigh fucking you

drabbles.

three way with Oliver and Sendo { s } - Oliver x f!reader x Sendo when you wake up crying { f . a . gn } - reader wakes up crying after a nightmare wolf hybrid!Oliver in rut { s . gn } - reader helps relieve a pent up Oliver during his rut bodyguard AU - hiring Oliver as your charming bodyguard family christmas dinner { f } - Oliver takes you to meet his family on Christmas the gävle goat { f . gn } - Oliver takes you to see the Gävle Goat, but you get more than expected Oliver + somnophilia { s } - Oliver comes home to find you asleep intox kink { s } - Oliver fucking you while you are high

headcanons.

oliver + shidou nsfw headcanons { s . gn } spending new year's eve [1] [2] { gn } 5 Love Languages Oliver { gn } Shidou + Oliver + Kaiser with a shy s/o { s } Oliver + size kink { s . gn }

Ryusei Shidou

drabbles.

when you wake up crying { f . a . gn } - reader wakes up crying after a nightmare under the mistletoe { f . gn } - when you seem unaware of Shidou's flirting, he has to go for a cheap shot holiday cookies { f . gn } - Shidou tries to help you with icing some holiday cookies hand kisses { f . gn }

headcanons.

Street Racer Ryusei { gn } shidou five love languages { gn . f } oliver + shidou nsfw headcanons { s . gn } shidou relationship headcanons { gn } spending new year's eve { gn } Shidou + Oliver + Kaiser with a shy s/o { s } Shidou + Sae threesome { s }

Shuto Sendo

drabbles.

three way with Oliver and Sendo { s } - Oliver x f!reader x Sendo when you wake up crying { f . a . gn } - reader wakes up crying after a nightmare snowy day { f . gn } - Sendo braves his hatred of the cold to spend a day in the snow with you tropical christmas { f . gn } - it gets too cold during the holidays and Sendo invites you on a tropical retreat

headcanons.

spending new year's eve { gn }

Michael Kaiser

drabbles.

christmas market { f . gn } - kaiser attempts to take you on a perfect trip to the christmas market company holiday party { f . gn } - kaiser finds you alone without your date on the club's holiday party

headcanons.

nsfw headcanons gn reader { s . gn } nsfw headcanons fem!reader { s } kaiser + isagi crushing on noa's daughter { f } spending new year's eve [1] [2] [3] { gn } Shidou + Oliver + Kaiser with a shy s/o { s } being college friends with Kaiser and Ness { gn }

Sae Itoshi

headcanons.

Shidou + Sae threesome { s } Sae with a disabled reader { gn }

#masterlist

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orimuraa · 11 days

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★彡Chapter 1: Too sweet for me

chapter warnings: profanity, partying, alcohol, drugs and smoking mentioned, minor violence, harassment, y/n gets hit on by a stranger, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 2k

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the next morning, y/n wakes up at her usual time to get herself ready for the day. as she gets ready, she starts to contemplate whether or not it was a good choice to agree to sunghoon’s bet like that. all her life has been boring and y/n has always been known as the “good girl” but for once, she wanted to do something for herself for a change. but at the same time, she was nervous. nervous because of what happened last year…and the fact that sunghoon isn’t exactly the type with a great reputation…but pushing these thoughts out of her head, y/n walks out the door and heads to school.

as she’s walking, she’s looking down at her papers, making sure she has everything in order for her classes today. unfortunately for y/n, she was not able to see the person in front of her, causing her to bump into the figure, spilling her papers everywhere. “eep! ohmygosh- i’m so sorry-?” looking up to see who she bumped into, y/n locked eyes with park sunghoon. he was looking down to where y/n was on the floor, sunghoon’s concern was masked by his usual stoic expression. however, it didn’t stop him from taking her hand and pulling her back up on her feet. “hey, you’re already falling for me, huh?” he smirked once y/n was back on her feet. “hey!” y/n yelped, smacking his shoulder lightly. “geez, a simple thank you would’ve sufficed,” sunghoon chuckled handing her all the papers from the ground. y/n flushed a dark shade of pink out of embarrassment. “right! i’m sorry. thank you for helping me,” she said, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, realizing how rude she must've sounded. “no big deal. anyway, i was hoping to find you since it’s day one of our deal and i wanted to make a good impression,” sunghoon replied, winking at y/n. truth be told, y/n was slightly nervous about the bet now, remembering sunghoon and his notorious reputation of breaking hearts and drinking, but being the naive angel she is, y/n at least wanted to give him a chance. “oh yeah…about that…i wanted to make a couple rules if you’re gonna take me out for the next ten days,” y/n said. “i want you to quit drinking as much as you do because i hate the reeking smell of alcohol, and i also don’t really want to ride on that motorcycle.” she stated, making sure she had laid out her rules. but, it was hard for her to read sunghoon’s face as it was just expressionless. “if that’s what i have to do, then fine,” he sighed. jeez, he’s really down bad for this girl.

as they walked to school side by side, the silence was quite awkward to say the least. y/n was contemplating her life due to her heart skipping a beat whenever she locked eyes with the boy next to her, and sunghoon was contemplating his life because he’s never truly fallen in love with anyone like he is now. parting their ways when they arrived at the school, y/n told sunghoon to meet her at the library after school so they could work on their project.

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as y/n’s working on their poster, sunghoon is just flipping the pen back and forth between his fingers, not really understanding what to do. “hey, there’s a party at my friend jay’s house later, you wanna come?” he asked, breaking the silence and y/n’s concentration. “i’m not really a party person,” she said, placing down her pen to give her hand a break. “but if i’m allowed to invite my friends, then maybe..” y/n thought out loud. “if that’ll get you to come, then go ahead!” sunghoon smiled, his first genuine smile around her. he found her adorable with her hair framing her face perfectly and the look of concentration on her face. he had to resist kissing her right then and there! wait, what? why was he thinking that?!? c’mon sunghoon! get yourself together! he scolded himself mentally. “let me text my friends first. also, can you pleaseee help me? my hand hurts,” y/n whined, putting on a pout to try and make it more convincing. sunghoon’s eyes softened at the adorable sight in front of him and he nodded, scooting his chair a little closer to y/n’s to get a better angle of the paper. it was only then that y/n realized how comforting the smell of his cologne was. she had only really known him for a day and a half, yet she found some sort of comfort when she was around him.

once they wrapped up their poster, y/n told sunghoon she would get back to him about the party later that evening after she talked with her friends. “guys pleaseeee!” y/n begged. yunjin, miyeon, hanni, and keeho had all bombarded her with questions the minute she told them about her deal with sunghoon. “i know what i’m doing and i just want to have a little fun!” y/n cried out. “we understand honey but, remember what happened last year with you know who?? you were devastated! heart-broken! i hated seeing you like that and sunghoon is not any different from the situation last year!” miyeon argued back. non of them were actually mad, but they just wanted to protect their y/n as she had the tendency to be quite naive when it came to boys. “we’ll come with you to the party, but we aren’t done with this discussion. but if you feel like he’s truly the one and he’s actually gonna change for you, then by all means, go ahead and date him. and i mean that ynnie. but please, be cautious, okay?” yunjin adds on, sending y/n a soft smile along with the others smiling at her as well and nodding their heads. “oh thank you thank you thank you! now, let’s get ready for the party! i need to text sunghoon now,” y/n cheered, grabbing her phone and sensing sunghoon a quick message before she got up and went to her room to get ready.

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y/n decided to just go with a simple black dress that complimented her curves very nicely, and some silver jewelry. going with a simple makeup look, y/n was stepping into the car with her best friends, heading to her first ever college party.

as she walked through the door, she was immediately overwhelmed by the noises, smell of alcohol and weed, and the amount of people in the room. hanni noticed this and squeezed y/n’s hand to let her know that she’s right there for her. smiling slightly at hanni, the group walked further into the house, hanni and y/n making their way to the kitchen for some water, while keeho, miyeon, and yunjin went to go find their other friends.

“hey i need to go to the bathroom, are you gonna be okay for a couple minutes?” hanni asked, raising her voice so y/n could hear her over the loud music. y/n just nodded and turned back to nursing her water, hoping sunghoon would miraculously find her. as the minutes ticked by, and hanni still wasn’t returning, y/n had a million thoughts clouding her head. she was starting to think that sunghoon was just playing her and was out drinking and making out with other girls, and that she had been a mere bet between him and his friends. suddenly, the sound of someone pulling up a chair next to her knocked her out of her thoughts. turning to the person in hopes it was hanni or sunghoon, she was immediately met with a stranger who looked incredibly intoxicated. “hey there pretty girl, want to escape this lame party with me? i can show you a real fun time,” he slurred, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. the two things y/n hated most in this world. y/n pretended not to hear him but unfortunately, that was a huge mistake. “hey, i’m talking to you!” he slurred once again, this time raising his voice and grabbing y/n’s arm. this made her stomach turn in the most unsettling way possible. scared to death, y/n could not form any words to try and get this man to back off. y/n inched slightly away from the man and tried to tug her arm back. but this only made his grip stronger. “p-please, leave me alone,” she whispered, not being able to speak any louder and practically shaking by now. but the man just ignored her and continued to move closer. “she said to fucking stop. so get your disgusting hands off of her,” a voice interrupted. whipping her head around, y/n saw her savior of the night, park sunghoon. “aw fuck off dude! i was here first,” the drunk guy laughed. this just ticked sunghoon off more. "i said, fuck. off," and with that, sunghoon swung his fist up and connected his fist with the jaw of the guy. crying out in pain, the drunk man held his jaw and shot a dirty look at sunghoon before running off. "oh y/n i'm so sorry, i should've found you immediately! are you okay? he didn't do anything to you right?" sunghoon pressed, checking y/n for any injuries. "no hoon i'm fine! don't worry. just a bit shaken up," y/n smiled, letting the nickname slide past her lips so casually. "hoon?" sunghoon questioned, tilting his head a bit. "oh sorry! do you not like it? forget i said anything!" y/n rambled, getting insanely flustered. "nah don't stress. it's cute. i'll have to step up my game and find you a nickname too," sunghoon chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood after the traumatizing event y/n just went through. "Y/N! are you okay? what happened? i'm so sorry i wasn't here for you! the bathroom had a line so it took some time and i-" hanni came rushing forward. "hanni, i'm fine. sunghoon here saved me from that creep," y/n said, pointing to sunghoon. "o-oh, uhhh thanks park. well in that case, i'm gonna go find the rest of the crew if that's okay with you. park, leave her alone and i will kill you." hanni threatened. "yes ma'am," sunghoon nodded, hoping he could give a good impression for y/n's friends and also cause hanni scared him a bit right there. "bye hanni!" y/n waved. hanni waved back and then disappeared into the crowd, leaving sunghoon and y/n alone. "thank you hoon. for saving me. i haven't exactly had the best experiences with men and that was really scary, so thank you for saving me. is your hand okay?" y/n looked up to sunghoon, examining his hand. "don't stress it ynnie. i'm sorry that this was what you experienced on your first day with me," sunghoon frowned lightly. "but yeah, my hand's fine. how about your arm?" he asked, noticing how your arm had a couple of red marks already forming from the drunk man's grip. "oh it's fine. a bit tender but otherwise okay..." y/n sighed, looking down at her red arm. "c'mon, let's get you some ice and get you out of here," sunghoon suggested. y/n nodded and took sunghoon's hand in hers and they weaved themselves through the crowd to escape the party.

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sunghoon had let all of y/n's friends know that he was taking her home and had gotten her an ice pack for her arm before driving her back to her dorm that she shared with her friends.

"hoon, can you stay with me?" y/n's voice was laced with sleep and barely louder than a whisper. how could anyone say no to that cute face? "anything for you princess," hoon whispered, realizing how whipped he was for y/n already. laying down next to her in her bed, sunghoon gently played with y/n's hair to help ease her to sleep. once he knew that she had fallen asleep. he adjusted himself comfortably, and whispered to the girl next to him who was in a deep sleep. "i'm sorry i couldn't save you in time. you're too precious for this cruel world. you're too sweet for me." and with that he let himself drift off to sleep, making sure that in the future, he would be a better person for y/n. he truly was trying to change for her and he was gonna prove to her that he's worthy of her love.

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yippee!!! chapter 1!! i'm sorry that it took kinda long but i hope you enjoyed! hoon is already so whipped for ynnie it's so cute.

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httpsdana · 5 months

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟓

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

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Pedri arrived to the cafe, after Fermin had told him to meet there for breakfast. He was met with an empty table that they usually sat at. He was a bit surprised Fermin wasn't there because he's never one to be late.

He sat down and went through his phone, waiting for his friend to arrive. After a few minutes, he heard the door of the cafe, which was almost empty, open.

He looked up, expecting to see his friend, but was met with the figures of his twin sister, and his now ex best friend, walking together towards him.

y/n noticed the shift in Pedri's face, quickly feeling her heartbeat rate increase rapidly.

"what the fuck are you two doing here?" he said in a rather high voice, making some of the people sitting there look at them.

y/n walked quickly walked to Pedri, trying to get him to sit down.

"no I'm not gonna sit down. where is Fermin?" he asked, anger bubbling inside of him at the sight of the couple.

"Pedri please. we don't need more attention on us, just sit down. please" y/n said in a calm voice, making Pedri roll his eyes.

He sat down, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at them. y/n looked at Ferran, who hasn't spoken a word yet.

He sat down next, before y/n pulled the chair next to him and sat down too.

"Pedri please, just give us a chance to explain ourselves" Ferran said, resting his elbows on the table.

Pedri rolled his eyes again, before speaking up

"I don't wanna hear anything. you two were fucking behind my back after I warned you both to stay away from each other in a more than friendly way. You didn't listen to me and decided to break my rules. so you've got to deal with the consequences" he replied bitterly, giving y/n a death stare.

She let out a shaky breath, before speaking up.

"but we didn't do anything wrong Pedri. we met, liked each other and then decided to date. we would've told you if we didn't know you were gonna be a bitch about it" y/n said, rather sassily.

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward so no one hears what they say.

"a bitch about it? you shouldn't have even done it since you knew I didn't like it" he said.

"Pedri I have liked your sister for almost a year now back when I didn't know about you two being siblings. when you introduced us I knew I had to take the chance. when will you stop making everything about you and let your sister live a bit?" Ferran defended his girlfriend, making Pedri's anger bubble even more.

"how you dare say i make everything about me? you were my fucking best friend until you decided to mess with my sister. how the fuck does that make it about me?" he said, through gritted teeth to stop himself from bursting out on the two

"then why won't you let me date her? i treat her better than any man could. And I make her happier than she has ever been. If you really did love your sister, you would let her be with whoever she wanted, without controlling her life and cutting her off because you don't like it" Ferran spoke thoughtfully, realizing he was slowly getting into his head.

Pedri looked at the two intensely, before focusing his gaze on his twin. He saw her nervously glancing at him then at Ferran.

He rolled his eyes before speaking up

"I can't even look at you two the same anymore" he said, leaning back at his chair

"Pedri..." y/n mumbled, making Pedri let out a sigh.

"I have to think about this. it's really not as easy as it looks for me" he spoke seriously before getting up.

"I'll see you two later. when I make up my mind" he said, before walking out of the cafe.

y/n covered her face with her hands, exhaling deeply. Ferran rubbed her back, kissing the back of her head.

"don't worry love. we managed to get into his head a bit " he said, not stopping his soothing movements.

"I hope so" she mumbled.

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Pedri sat with Fermin and Gavi before training, his sister and best friend still running in his head. He couldn't even make it make sense in his head. So he decided to ask the two boys about the situation.

"um Ferran and y/n spoke to me today" Pedri said calmly, making Fermin raise his eyebrows.

He was expecting and secretly hoping that Pedri was still as angry about the situation

"how did they even get you to go there?" Gavi asked, confused about it.

Fermin swallowed the lump in his throat, avoiding eye contact with Pedri. Pedri looked at him for a second, before speaking up.

"I just found them at the cafe and they spoke to me there" he cleared his throat.

"and...?" Pablo asked, waiting for him to continue

"I don't know, I wanted to ask you two about it. They started saying how they liked each other a lot and that they didn't tell me because they knew I would be upset and whatever" he said

Pablo smiled at him. "just forgive them. they obviously like each other too much and you can't do anything about it" he shrugged. Pedri looked at him, while Gavi gave him an encouraging nod.

Fermin didn't like how Pablo was convincing him. He liked y/n, and he wanted her for himself.

"no!" he said, almost in a high voice, making the two others look at him confused

"I mean...they betrayed you and lied to you. you can't forgive them that easily. "he said, in hopes to get in his head.

Pablo looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, wondering why he was turning Pedri against Ferran and y/n.

Pedri thought about it then sighed, before taking a ball and walking to the other side of the pitch.

"what the fuck was that?" Gavi asked Fermin.

Fermin smiled and shrugged

"what? they did him so dirty he can't forgive them quickly" he winked, before walking to where Pedri was.

Gavi watched Fermin talk to Pedri all day long. He seemed to be convincing him into doing something bad. He sensed it.

But Pedri didn't speak to him from that time. So he knew something was gonna happen.

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A few days later, y/n was at her apartment, watching a movie before her door knocked. She got up, not expecting a guest.

Opening it, she saw Pedri standing there with a smile on his face. She smiled back, letting him in. She thought it was a good sign, that he smiled and even came here.

"what's up?" she asked, while they sat on the couch.

"nothing much. I think I can accept a bit the fact that you and Ferran and dating but it's gonna take some time to wrap it up in my head you know?" he said.

y/n let out a sigh of relief, giving him a smile.

"thank you Pedri. and I'm sorry you had to know the way you did"she said, apologizing to him.

He gave her a side hug, before speaking again

"you know... I'm talking to a girl too" he said, making y/n's jaw drop, before she smiled widely

"you are? what's her name?" she asked curiously. Pedri shook his head with a smile

"you'll know later. we should all go out some time. I can invite her, and Ferran can come too" he said.

y/n thought it was a bit suspicious, how he wanted to basically go on a double date with her and Ferran and his girlfriend.

Pedri noticed her weird expression. "just so you don't feel out of place I told you to get Ferran. you don't have to if you don't want to" he shrugged. y/n shook her head

"no no it's fine. how about we go out for dinner tomorrow? Fer always makes reservations at this fancy restaurant" she suggested. Pedri smiled and nodded, grabbing his phone to text his girl, and while y/n texted Ferran.

"Ferran said the reservation is done. tomorrow at 7" y/n said, Pedri nodded, texting on his phone for a while, before he and y/n played Fifa all day.

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"hey darling. I'm outside are you done yet?" Ferran's voice said through the phone

"yeah I just wanna grab my heels and I'll be out" she said, before they hung up.

Pedri texted y/n telling her that they'll meet her and Ferran there. She texted him back before grabbing her heels and rushing to Ferran's car.

"hey babe" she said, smiling at him.

He looked at her with a smile, before leaning in and kissing her lips lightly, making sure not to mess up her lipstick

"you look gorgeous baby" he mumbled against her lips, making her smile.

She was wearing one of the dresses she once bought when she went out with Ferran. A short light blue dress, with some beautiful details.

"thanks Fer. you look handsome too" she mumbled, trying to hide the blush on her face.

Ferran grinned, pecking her lips a few times before starting the car and driving to the restaurant.

"do you know the girl he's bringing with?" he asked, before y/n shook her head.

"no he just said we'll meet her at dinner. She better be nice" y/n said, making Ferran chuckle.

Soon they arrived, parking their car and getting out of it. The waitress lead them to their table while they sat waiting for the other couple to arrive.

"oh they arrived" y/n said, when she saw Pedri appear at the door.

Only for him to appear with the woman y/n hoped to never meet. In a gorgeous red dress, she walked with Pedri to the table they were sat at.

"guys this is Sira. my girlfriend" Pedri introduced

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Collision | Chapter 23

Word Count: 4.4K Warnings: medical procedures, death

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: goodness me, I know it's been forever since I've updated anything. I've been in a bit of a mental rut and nothing was coming to me, but I'm finishing up a couple of updates so I'll definitely be publishing a few things this week. Also, please don't hate me for updating the less loved Twilight fic. Speak is coming soon 🫣🫣 also also, new character 👀👀

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(Y/N) knew it had been too quiet for too long.

Well, not entirely quiet.

After the encounter with Laurent in the woods, his friend Victoria had shown up. The vampire had gone through hitchhikers in Forks like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It had the sheriff station in Forks and La Push on high alert. There were too many bodies and not enough explanations—at least none that could be known by the public.

The pack had already doubled their efforts during their patrols, doing all in their power to run the redhead out of their land while protecting the Swan duo in theirs. They had lost sleep and had been overworked for weeks. The vampire had bested them in every move, taunting the pack with her swift and calculated moves.

But the important thing was that Bella was safe, and she seemed to be getting better. At least for the past couple of weeks, she had been better. That’s what (Y/N) thought until she got a call one early March morning.

“What do you mean Bella knows about you?” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. “And it happened a week ago? Why am I just finding out? I literally talked to her before spring break started.”

“It seems Jacob hinted to the stories she used to hear when she was a kid,” Sam sighed. “Gotta give it to the kid. He really found a workaround the rules. I was gonna tell you as soon as it happened, but you had your exams and everything, so no one wanted to worry you with it.”

“How did she take it? Is everyone okay?”

“Well, Jake and Paul had a little row because Bella blamed us for Jacob keeping his distance from her,” her brother chuckled. “And, well, Paul got a bit mouthy, and Bella ended up slapping him—at least, attempting to—which cause him to get angry and phase. Subsequently Jacob phased to protect her. They’re both fine now and Bella knows everything.”

“And no rules were broken I suppose,” (Y/N) sighed. “But Bella now knows about wolves and vampires and somehow is back in the center of all supernatural danger. Isn’t this all just great?”

“This is gonna sound harsh, but I prefer her being hunted than you, (Y/N),” Sam admitted. “I know we can protect you in our land, but this one is ruthless and relentless. I would hate for her to have your scent.”

“Well, she doesn’t, thankfully,” she said. “Don’t think she even had my description since you killed her friend. But I thought we were gonna be more proactive when sharing information now.”

“I know, but I wanted you to at least pass that test first,” he confessed. “Look at you now, on your first week as a student doctor.”

“I still can’t believe it’s happening,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I don’t know what spirits are looking out for me, but it’s almost unbelievable that I’ve been able to do any of this. It takes months for Step 1 to be revised and for college credits to go through. But I’m knocking on wood that these miracles keep happening like this. Might just become the youngest doctor in Washington.”

“If there’s anyone who could do it, it had to be my genius sister.”

“Thanks for the flattery, it does me well in the mornings,” she chuckled. “But I do have to get into work soon. So, thank you for this new information. I will call Bella and see how she’s doing after my shift.”

“Alright, sounds good, Dr. Uley.”

“I like how that sounds,” she beamed. “I’ll see you after work. Bye, Sam.”

“Bye, Dr. Uley.”

When (Y/N) entered the hospital that morning, she believed it would be another routine day. A couple of flu cases, possibly some broken bones in the ER, maybe even a more pressing case. But she had not expected to see Harry Clearwater coming through the doors of the emergency room, Sue trailing close behind.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna need you on this one,” Dr. Mollins, the ER attending, called. “Let’s move the patient to Trauma 1. Talk to me.”

“We’ve got a man in his mid to late 50s showing signs of a severe myocardial infarction,” the paramedic said as he pushed the gurney into the building. “He went into cardiac arrest during transport, but we were able to regain sinus rhythm. He was administered two milligrams of epi.”

(Y/N) felt stuck in her spot, her limbs frozen as the familiar faces moved past her. She had seen her fair share of emergencies during her time at the hospital and her past internships. But seeing someone that she knew completely defenseless and unconscious shot ice through her veins.

“Dr. Uley!” Mollins called her again. “I need you here, now!”

“Yes, o-of course,” the young woman stammered as she felt her brain finally jumpstart. She sent Sue an apologetic smile as she walked through the curtain that separated Harry’s room from the rest of the beds. “I’m here.”

As soon as she slid the curtain behind her, (Y/N), Eden Mollins, and a nurse started to examine Harry. His blood was extracted, his pulse and his blood pressure were taken, his lungs were listened to, and his temperature was taken. All the while, the man remained unconscious, and (Y/N) prayed to whatever was out there that he at least opened his eyes.

Every second that passed, the girl’s breath hitched in her throat. All she could do was think back at the summers she would spend in the Clearwaters home, running around with Seth and Leah while Harry watched over them, how he and Billy would gather all the kids around the bonfire to tell them stories about the ancestors, how he watched over her and Sam when her father had decided to disappear from their lives.

“I wanna run an EKG and an Echo on the patient,” Eden instructed. “And call in a CT and a chest MRI. The patient is still unconscious, so…”

“Harry,” (Y/N) choked out. “His name is Harry.”

“Excuse me?”

“The patient’s name is Harry,” she restated. “Harry Clearwater.”

“Do you know the pa… Mr. Clearwater, Uley?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You have to tell me right now if that will impair your treatment of the patient today, Uley,” the doctor said. “I cannot have you freeze like you did.”

“Good,” he nodded. “He seems stable for now, so go out there and get some background from the wife. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright then.”

The doctor slid the curtains open to reveal a teary-eyed Sue. Once he was gone, (Y/N) allowed herself to throw her arms around the woman, wrapping her in a tight, warm hug as she whispered how sorry she was. “What happened, Sue?” she whispered. “What caused this? He seemed fine last week.”

“Oh gods, (Y/N), it was just too much for him,” the woman sniffled. “It was Leah. She phased.”

“W-what? Leah shifted into a wolf? How is that possible?”

“That’s not all. The second Harry was down, Seth phased too,” she added. “He said only boys turned into wolves, (Y/N). How could it be that Leah is one too?”

“I could not tell you, Sue,” (Y/N) breathed. “This is just as new to me as it is to you. But what could have triggered the change in Leah? I don’t get it. Thought there were normally signs.”

“Well, she had been acting out a lot recently, and her body started changing dramatically. I thought she was just being a normal moody teenager and that maybe she was going through a second puberty,” Sue sighed. “But this morning, we were arguing about how horrible her mood swings had been, and she just exploded. One second, my daughter was standing before us. And the next, there was a grey wolf breaking through our couch. The shock sent Harry down. His heart just couldn’t take it—you know he’s always had trouble with it. Then, Seth—poor thing—seeing his father go down got so anxious that he shifted too. I tried calling Sam after I called 911, but Emily told me he was out with his wolves chasing that leech out of the forest. “It was all so sudden, (Y/N),” the woman cried, taking (Y/N)’s offered hand. “She ran out the door with Seth behind and I couldn’t stop them. I had to get Harry to the hospital.”

“Oh, Sue, that’s just horrible,” the girl said. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Tell me, (Y/N). Is it bad? Is Harry gonna be okay?”

(Y/N) took in a steadying breath as she braced herself to tell one of the people who had essentially raised her that her husband was not showing good signs. How could she speak those words when she didn’t want to believe them herself? “Look, Sue, I can’t lie to you. Things are not looking good,” she explained. “With his age, his pre-existing condition, and the severity of this episode, it’s still too early to tell. We need him to wake up in order to assess the situation fully. If not…”

“I know,” Sue interjected. “I just don’t know what I would do without him.”

“Okay, let’s not go there just yet, Sue,” (Y/N) stammered. “Why don’t you call someone to be with you while we run labs? I wouldn’t want you to be alone right now.”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N),” she softly smiled. “I already called Charlie and Billy. They’re on their way here already.”

“Good. I’m gonna go check on his labs. If you need anything or need me here, just let one of the nurses know and they’ll page me right back.”

“That’s alright, (Y/N). I know you’re busy.”

When she left the room, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. But there was a nagging in the deepest corners of her head that was telling her that something bad was going to go down. Yet, she wanted to listen to the rational side of her brain. Harry was in the best place to receive treatment if another episode were to happen. She had to trust that they would be able to help him. She simply had to.

The girl busied herself with other patients’ labs and filing anything that kept her as far away from Harry’s results as possible. She couldn’t face another loss so quickly. Not yet. She wasn’t sure if her heart could take it.

During her short life, (Y/N) had faced too many grievances that had forced her to grow up too quickly. Her father had walked out of her life when she was too young, and she needed him the most, forcing her mother to spend too much time at work and too little time at home. Most of the time, it was only Sam and her at home dealing with their schoolwork and food. Then, right as they were learning how to be the dynamic duo, she was accepted at St. Agustine Prep, and she had to learn how to be by herself for the better part of four years. After, she met the man she thought would be her future, and he ripped her heart apart like it hadn’t been fragile to begin with. Sadness was simply a part of (Y/N)’s existence, but she didn’t think there was more she could take.

(Y/N) prayed quietly. She prayed harder than she ever had before in her life. She didn’t know to what exactly, but she prayed.

And yet, the universe rarely played things out in the way she wanted.

The young woman was on her way to greet Billy Black and Charlie Swan when a loud ringing alarm called her attention. It was the soundtrack of despair, the theme song of disappointment, and the last thing (Y/N) wanted to hear. Her legs started moving before she could think twice, setting off for Harry’s room. There, the flatlining sound filled her ears, mixed with Sue’s pleas for help as nurses pulled her aside to allow the doctors to work.

“The patient’s coding, Uley,” Eden called out. “Start compressions. This is your call.”

(Y/N) was already on Harry before Mollins had finished his sentence. Her full attention was on her counts, pressing on his chest like she had been taught to do. One, two, three, four, all the way to thirty before the nurse administered air pumps. Then again, and again.

“Push one milligram of epi,” (Y/N) called out, not stopping her compressions for another three minutes. “Check rhythm.”

As she removed her hands, the screen showed a red line once more, and that pesky sound filled the room again. “Still asystole,” Eden said. “Push another milligram and clear for defib.”

(Y/N) continued her work as sweat formed on her forehead. She pushed into the man’s chest at a steady pace, even when she felt her limbs wanted to give out. Her legs trembled under her, and her heart hammered loudly against her chest, but she couldn’t stop. Even after two defibrillations that yielded no results, the girl kept administering compressions.

“Uley, it’s time to call it,” Mollins whispered softly at the young doctor. “It’s been over thirty minutes.”

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and mixing with her tears, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Not for Harry. “I’ve gotta keep going!”

“(Y/N),” Eden called her, taking hold of her wrists and forcing her gaze to break from the man. “It’s time to call it.”

“I can’t,” she trembled as she fell onto the doctor. “He can’t…”

But the consistent sound of a flatline killed her words. That was it. Her first patient was gone, and it was someone she had looked up to like a father. Despite all of her efforts, he was gone, and there was nothing else she could do about it.

“Time of death: 1542,” the doctor called to the nurse before turning back to the crumbling girl. “You did everything you could, (Y/N). You did everything right.”

“But he’s gone,” she cried. “He’s gone, and I could’ve done more.”

“No. There was nothing at all that you could have done,” Eden said. "Unfortunately, this is part of the job. We can’t save them all, (Y/N), but you absolutely did everything you could have.”

“I know I can’t save them all, but I needed to save him.”

“Tell you what, I’m gonna break the news to the family right now,” the young man said. “You’re gonna take a second to compose yourself before you go out there, and I want you to take the rest of the day off to rest.”

“I shouldn’t…”

“I know that it’s unconventional, and most doctors would have said that you needed to get used to it,” he added. “But you need this, (Y/N). This case is too personal, and I know it’s gonna take a toll on you.”

“Okay,” she whimpered. “Thank you, Dr. Mollins.”

“I already told you, (Y/N). When we’re off a case, it’s Eden.”

The moment Eden left the room, the silence that filled it was worse than the beeping and the alarms. It was eerie and loaded, and it made (Y/N) feel like it would swallow her at any moment.

Yet, the only other presence there was Harry. His face was covered with a white sheet, shielding his body from everyone. And for that, she was thankful. (Y/N) couldn’t look at his face. She knew her mind would trick her into thinking that he was merely sleeping and that at any moment, he would wake up and say the most unfunny joke she had heard of, but she would have laughed anyway because it would have meant that he was alive.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she whispered to him. “I tried so hard. I hope you know that.”

“He does, honey.” Sue’s voice startled her. Tears stained the woman’s face, but her desperation was gone. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, smoothing down her hair in a comforting manner. “He knows how hard you fought for him, (Y/N). It was just his time.”

“He was fine just last week,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe he’s just gone now.”

“As long as he is in our memories, he will never truly be gone,” the woman smiled sadly. “But he is with our spirits now, reunited with his ancestors.”

“Harry will never be forgotten that I can promise you, Sue.”

“He really loved you, (Y/N),” Sue mentioned. “He was always so amazed by everything that you were doing. He loved to boast about how far he knew you’d go to literally anyone who would listen. Deep down, he wanted Leah and Sam to work out so we’d be officially family.”

“I’m really gonna miss him, Sue. I wish I had spent more time with him these last few years. And now…”

“Oh, honey, no. Don’t do that,” the woman comforted. “Harry knew how busy you are, how busy you’ve always been. He was just so happy to know you were doing something you loved.”

“May his soul rest easy now,” the girl whimpered before placing a hand on Harry’s. “Until we meet again, Harry.”

(Y/N) excused herself from the room, allowing Sue to have one last moment with Harry. Outside, she acknowledged Charlie and Billy, giving them a sad smile before she disappeared into the doctor’s locker rooms. She couldn’t face another person who was close to Harry, not when she could still feel the beat of his heart under her hands.

Inside the locker room, she allowed herself to break down. She crumpled to the floor, clutching at her chest as every emotion came barreling down on her. There was pain and turmoil, anger and disappointment. But most of all, it was the harrowing sadness that she had been carrying since she was a little girl that draped itself over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into the darkness.

Until a voice pulled her out. “Hey, hey, Uley,” Eden called as he kneeled in front of her. “Come on, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath.”

“I-I-I c-can’t,” she stammered. Her breath got trapped in her chest, tightening her lungs and making them burn for oxygen.

“Yes, you can. Come on,” he encouraged. “Match my breaths, okay? Come on, in and out.”

Eden took deep breaths, exhaling after holding them for five seconds. His hands found hers, forcing her gaze to snap to his. He continued the breathing exercises until she was finally able to match his pace. Her body stopped shaking, and feeling started returning to her limbs as her sobs quieted down. As weakness took over her, (Y/N) crashed onto Eden’s chest, allowing him to wrap her in a warm and comforting hug.

It was an unexpected embrace that she was more than thankful for. Eden had come to the hospital three months after Carlisle had left to fill the hole left in the emergency department. When (Y/N) had entered and started her clinical rotations, he had been tasked with being her teacher in emergency medicine.

He had not taken to her quickly. From her work as a medical assistant, he had said she was far too young and too inexperienced to be in the hospital. Though he had eaten his words in a short amount of time, he still seemed to hold some sort of disdain for her. At least, that’s what she had thought until that very moment.

“Hey, there you go,” he cooed. “Just keep breathing, okay?”

“Gods,” (Y/N) croaked out. “I’m sorry. I know I should be okay with death, but this…”

“You don’t have to apologize, (Y/N). Never apologize for the emotions you’re feeling,” Eden reassured. “Especially not after losing someone close to you. That is something no one could ever fault you for.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” the girl blurted. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s not a secret that you don’t really like me.”

“Why would you think that?” she asked, his tone hinting at being slightly offended. “I don’t think I’ve given any indication of that.”

“Come on, Eden. You’re always giving me dirty looks and have gotten mad at me at any turn this whole week. It’s not hard to decipher that you don’t really enjoy my presence at the hospital.”

“Oh god, no. That has nothing to do with you—at least not directly,” he quickly assured. "I think you’re a brilliant doctor, and I’m honestly so impressed that you’re here at your age. My attitude has more to do with the fact that my parents saw you working here a week after I finally got here, and they were on me because I could have been like you.”

“What, a terrified nineteen-year-old playing at being a doctor?”

“Christ, I didn’t think you’d heard that,” he grimaced. “That came from a really childish place. It’s just that my parents have always pushed me to be the best, much to my detriment. I had the ability to jump a few grades or do dual enrollment like you did, but I wanted the whole high school experience. So, even if I graduated at sixteen and finished my bachelor's in three years, I could have always done better. So, here I am at twenty-five and already an attending, but in comes a nineteen-year-old med student who somehow was able to skip two whole years of med school and had an almost perfect Step 1 score, and suddenly my achievements aren’t good enough anymore. I’m sorry I ever said that. I mean, I’m a grown-ass man caring what my parents think.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly. “It just made me want to prove myself even more. I’m kind of used to people underestimating me.”

“Yeah, I quickly learned I shouldn’t have,” he chuckled. “You’re a great doctor, (Y/N), and a great person.”

“Well, thank you,” she beamed. "It honestly means a lot coming from you, especially now.”

“I can promise that was the first and last time I ever underestimate you,” Eden smiled brightly. “Now, you should go home. Your brother just came back.”

“Came back?”

“He arrived when you were down at the CT scan, but he left for an emergency,” the man responded. “He just came back a minute after you left the room.”

At the word emergency, (Y/N) jumped to her feet and ran toward the emergency room, new tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was a word that held too much weight even before the entire picture was shown. After that morning, the girl could only expect the worst.

Her limbs carried her automatically, her brain not registering where she was going until she crashed into someone. “Is someone else hurt?” she managed to croak out. “Tell me what happened, Sam.”

“Hey, breathe, (Y/N),” her brother instructed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “No one’s hurt. Okay? It was just an accident.”

“That still doesn’t make things clearer. What accident?”

“Bella sort of jumped or slipped off a high cliff while we were running Victoria all the way up to the Canadian border,” he said. “I had been here for no more than ten minutes when Jared called me and said that Jake had gotten there just in time. She’s fine now. A bit shaken up and cold, but she’s at Billy’s house resting. You don’t have to worry, (Y/N). It’s been handled.”

“So, she almost drowned, and all she’s doing is sleeping it off?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Why didn’t you bring her here? She needs to be checked out!”

“(Y/N), I need you to calm down, okay? She chose not to come, and you shouldn’t be worrying about this. You should be going home and resting, too.”

“But she’s…”

“You’re in no headspace to worry about other people, Bean,” Sam cooed as he smoothed down his sister’s hair. “Go home, kid. Rest up. We’ve got things from here.”

“But…”

“Go home, (Y/N),” Sue interjected, a kind smile softly stretching her face. “All that’s left here is legal mumbo jumbo. You’ve done everything you possibly can.”

“I just feel like I need to help in some way. Either here or with Bella. I just…”

“You can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself, Bean,” her brother interrupted. “I promise we’ve got everything handled here, kid.”

After much insistence and a lot of back-and-forth, (Y/N) finally agreed to take her afternoon off and head back home. But loneliness was quick to follow as soon as she was by herself. It sank its claws into her throat and started a never-ending stream of tears that stained her cheeks. Helplessness gripped her chest, nagging at her mind and reminding her of all the things she couldn’t do.

Before she knew it, the afternoon had slowly shifted into night, and (Y/N)’s eyes had fluttered shut in the hospital parking lot. Now, with less weight in her heart and a tight knot in her neck, she sputtered her truck to life and started her trip back home, where she would most likely repeat the same process all over again.

When she got there, the house was eerily quiet, and the cold seeped into her bones as though winter was still scratching its way to the surface. But she knew why it felt that way, and she knew it would be like that for a long time.

Other than Sue, (Y/N) couldn’t get Seth and Leah out of her head. Not only had they been sprung into the supernatural world in such a dramatic way, but they had also lost their father and had not been able to say goodbye. She wondered if they were scared or angry, if a part of them felt guilty. She knew she did, and she couldn’t imagine how heavy it had to weigh on their own hearts and minds.

She was typing their house number when her house phone suddenly rang in her hand, startling her. “Hello?” she said through the phone.

“(Y/N), hi, it’s uh, Bella,” the Swan girl stammered in her usual fashion. “I heard about… I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, Bella,” she smiled sadly, swallowing down the knot that threatened to close her throat. “Are you okay? Sam told me what happened this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It was just a horrible accident,” Bella answered quickly. “But I’m fine now. I was actually calling about something else.”

“Oh. Uh, what is it?”

“Do you think you could come over right after the funeral?”

“To your house?” (Y/N) questioned. “Why?”

“I think there’s someone you should see.”

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