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smartycvnt · 3 months

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Title: Dependent

Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Reader

Prompt: "I didn't realize I was such an inconvenience." + "Don't touch me."

Word Count: 917

Ash was no stranger to anger. She had struggled to contain it for the majority of her life. It always seemed like the moment that she was happy and had things under control, she was blindsided. Cody had promised her that things would be different, and yet, they had still managed to stay the same.

Cody was great to her, and Ash wouldn't have willingly traded it for anything. She had never been with anybody else who knew how to calm her down like Cody did. They had been friends first for a long time, but Ash knew that it went further than that. Cody Rhodes was the love of her life and soulmate.

"Ash, I didn't mean it like that," Cody tried. It was unfortunately in vain. Every time that he tried to reassure Ash that they were on good terms, it fell on deaf ears. All of that was starting to grate on Cody's nerves, but he knew that nothing good would come of having an outburst alongside Ash.

"You meant it how you said Cody, it's plain and simple. I just didn't realize that I was such an inconvenience for you. I mean, you might as well go back to your perfect life before. At least Brandi could handle her emotions like an adult, right?" Ash stared up at Cody with eyes full of tears. It was taking every bit of her restraint not to let them fall. Ash's anger tended to come in a very cold and detached manner, and Cody knew that the tears meant he had fucked up.

"You're not an inconvenience," Cody said as he tried to put his arm around Ash's shoulders. She shrugged him away instantly, leaving Cody to stand there dumbfounded. "Ash, come on."

"Don't touch me!" Ash shouted. Cody's face fell. She stormed away from him and their house. Cody wasn't sure what to do, but he knew Ash needed some space. All he could do was hope that she'd be smart and call someone to come and get her before she got too far. The last thing that Cody ever wanted was to hear that something had happened to Ash.

The hours ticked by as Cody waited for any sort of news about Ash. He could feel exhaustion weighing down his mind and body, but he didn't fall asleep until long after the sun had risen in the morning. Cody hadn't moved from the living room couch. He didn't want Ash to come back and think that he had easily moved on with his night without her there. He tried her phone a couple of times, but it went straight to voicemail both times.

Cody was at his wit's end by the time that he finally bit the bullet and called Seth. It wasn't an easy task to ask for help from someone who hated him, but Cody knew that Seth was the most likely person to know where Ash had run off to. Ash was like an honorary SHIELD member and had been a close friend of Seth's before his WWE days. "Seth, hey man, you haven't seen Ash have you?"

"I haven't seen her, but Becky said that she called last night pretty upset. I'm out of town, but Ash should be with Becky and Charlotte. Whatever you did, you really messed up. You'd better fix it," Seth warned. Cody knew that he did need to fix things, but it was so hard to make sure that Ash understood him.

"I will. I don't want to lose her," Cody said. He hung up the phone and sent a text to Becky letting her know that he was headed over there. She answered almost instantly, and despite her message being reassuring, Cody had a bad feeling about going over there. He wanted things to work out, but there was no guarantee that Ash would take him back. She had a tendency of holding grudges, even whenever she didn't want to distance herself from whoever she was mad at in the moment.

Cody's bad feeling only got worse when he saw Ash waiting for him in the driveway. She looked like she had been crying since she left. Cody was hit with a wave of guilt that made him feel sick to his stomach. He gingerly got out of the car, and Ash walked right up to him.

"I can't take you back. Not right now at least," Ash told him.

"You couldn't at least humor me a little before you break my heart?" Cody asked with a dry laugh. Ash shook her head as she looked down at her hands. "Can you at least tell me why?"

"I let myself become dependent on you, and I can't do that. I need to be my own adult. You can't come calm me down constantly. One day I'd love to revisit this because I love you more than anybody else in the world, but it's not fair. Not the way things are. Goodbye Cody, I love you."

"Yeah, alright. I love you too. I wish that it didn't have to end like this. I'd never have even opened my mouth if I knew this was where things were going," Cody said. Ash grabbed onto Cody's arm to steady herself as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Cody watched Ash go back inside of Becky's house, but he couldn't bring himself to go back into the car or anywhere for quite a few minutes.

Tag List: @himbos-hotline @thepalaceofmelanie @allyinwonderland18 @coleskingdom

#my writing #one shot #wwe x reader #wwe #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes

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kitkatwinchester · 10 months

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WHAT THE F*CK?!

Oh my GOD there's so much to unpack.

I did that thing where I let it finish out again, and now I have a LOT to talk about, so let's just jump right in, shall we?

Order of events-ish, but mostly POVs.

SCIRAAAAA!! I CANNOT! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!

That whole flashback scene with the two of them laying in bed together. First of all, I LOVE what they did with the bookending of the "It's a good plan" line, because that was really well done and a perfect way to transition in and out of that flashback. Second of all, just their entire freaking conversation about how they haven't had time to go on a real date because, ya know, saving the world and all that, but just the wholesomeness of the fact that neither of them have seen a movie in forever and they both want to so bad...god I really hope they get that chance. <3

And then there's the beautiful little kiss and IMMENSE relief when she successfully brings him back (we were cutting that WAY too close, for the record..).

And THEN we get that beautiful ending scene between the two of them, where they're just casually holding hands and sitting there together, staring at each other and supporting each other and being there for each other and just being SO FREAKING CUTE. The fact that Scott is so quick to tell Kira to be with her mother (quick aside, I absolutely loved the small Melissa and Noshiko team-up, and I love that they stuck together and did their best to help and protect each other--we love our moms of the group <3). And THEN, the fact that Scott was able to put together the pieces about the Banshee, and Kira was able to see his train of thought, and they were both able to realize that their plan actually DID tell them something...

AHHHH!! I LOVE THEM!!! SCIRA ALL THE WAY!! <3 <3 <3

...admittedly, I'm also mildly terrified about where Scott's nightmare ended up right before Kira pulled him back, but I also know that Scott would never EVER hurt Liam. ...but I hate the implication of it nonetheless.

BUT SCIRA THOUGH!!! <3 <3

Anyways…

SPEAKING OF BANSHEES...

Well.

Now we know who Lydia got her powers from. And now....we have a new suspect.

The question is, if it is her....where is she, and why is she doing this in the first place?

Also, Natalie said "Meredith Walker" all knowingly and then didn't actually answer that question...she just started talking about Lydia's grandmother (on her dad's side, for the record, which...where is her dad in all this, exactly? We literally haven't seen that man since Season 1.).

And now we know the entire lake house is made of Mountain Ash (did her grandma do that, or did her dad do that? I guess it would've had to have been her grandma, unless her dad lied about locking his mom away in Eichen House in order to protect her secret...), but her mom obviously knows nothing (there goes that theory) and just thinks her grandmother was crazy, so really, we just have more questions than we do answers. However, if anyone can figure them out, it's Lydia Martin. <3

Speaking of figuring things out, Peter is 100% up to SOMETHING, because he obviously sent Kate to find out if Scott was dead, which is suspicious af (as a very quick aside, that moment between Kate and Chris was freaking BEAUTIFUL and I loved everything about it, and as many issues as I have with Kate, that sibling dynamic between her and Chris just SENDS me). He claims he's not The Benefactor, but he's also not on the list, and even though he said "Thank God" in response to Scott being alive...I don't know if I believe him.

Like, okay, the Banshee theory means he probably isn't the actual Benefactor, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was somehow in cahoots with it.

Although...his money was what was stolen, right? So that doesn't really make sense either. But...it also doesn't really make sense that his name isn't anywhere on the Deadpool, so...

Basically what I'm saying is that Peter, per his usual, is clearly manipulating this whole situation in SOME way, and no one should trust him under any circumstances.

Which brings me to Malia.

This girl, omg. I feel sooo bad for her, and the fact that she and her mom got into a fight right before the car crash makes everything a million times worse, and I wish there was something we could do to make that better.

However...I don't know if finding her mother is it, and I REALLY don't know if trusting Peter to help her is it, because Peter is Peter, and who KNOWS what other tricks he has up his sleeve.

What IS it, however, is Stiles (because Stiles is always it lol). I mean, how this boy is still functioning is beyond me, because the amount of things he shoulders and then pushes down is seriously bound to be fatal one of these days, but he does it. He has now watched his best friend practically die twice in the span of a few days, and his girlfriend stormed off and left him, and then all of a sudden, there she was in his room, broken and scared and guilty, and he handled it like a CHAMP.

I love the fact that he was giving her distance and giving her space, uncertain about where they stood, but then he couldn't resist stepping closer to her in his desperate attempt to convince her that she's so much better than she's making herself out to be. But even as he tries his best, Malia is too torn and upset and angry, and she walks out yet again.

But even in all of that, the fact that she came back, that she took the time to come to Stiles, to open up to him, to talk to him...it proves she still trusts him, still loves him, and still cares what he thinks, and even though she's upset and hurting and probably having a major identity crisis with an ever-growing guilt complex, she still came back, because she knows Stiles will be there for her. And that's exactly what he did.

I hope she finds answers, and I kind of also hope that maybe Stiles can help her find them. More than anything, I hope she can learn to forgive herself for what happened, and I REALLY hope Peter doesn't take advantage of her in the process.

Now of COURSE, since I talked about Stiles, and we're at the end of this post, you KNOW I have to over-analyze those itty-bitty Sciles moments. They're small, since Scott was, ya know, "dead" for most of this episode, but you know how I feel about a protective Stiles.

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT--

TWO PEOPLE tell Stiles to leave. MULTIPLE times. Chris tells him to run (supposedly so that he can hold her off and Stiles can be safe), and Kate tells him to get out of the way.

And EVERY TIME, Stiles just moves CLOSER to Scott. Chris tells him to leave, and instead, he shifts over, blocking Kate. And then when Kate tells him to leave, he shifts even more, giving that cursory glance to the place where his best friend's body is to make sure that he is truly 100% between her and him, and he DOESN'T MOVE. He stands there, and even though he's clearly scared (bonus points for the joke about the vending machine, AND bonus points for Chris being equally protective of Scott <3), he refuses to back down, because just like always, if you wanna get to Scott, you're gonna have to go through him first. And trust me, he's tougher than he looks.

And of course, you KNOW I have to point out the absolute RELIEF on Stiles's face when Scott does finally wake back up. The sigh, the hand up to his mouth, the turning away...that boy loves his best friend SO MUCH, and he was SO WORRIED, and he was SO RELIEVED when he did come out of it okay. In the heat of the moment, Stiles always puts up that front, and he always makes things seem okay for everyone else's benefit, but whenever Scott is in danger, he will ALWAYS be worried, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, and I love him for that. <3

SCILES ALL THE WAY!!! I HAVE MISSED YOU MY BELOVED!! <3 <3

Ahhhh. It's so good to be back to watching this show.

I probably won't be able to watch more today, but definitely Tuesday, and in general, I'm gonna try really hard to watch at LEAST an episode a day, but...probably more, because there's no way I finish in the next couple of weeks if that's the goal I set for myself lol.

ANYWAYS.

I couldn't find most of the gifs I wanted, but I DID get Scott and Kira, and I found a different Sciles gif, so we're tacking those both on here. XD <3

(I JUST LOVE BOTH OF THESE RELATIONSHIPS SO MUCH!! Scira will forever and always be my Scott OTP, and then Sciles will forever and always be my ultimate brOTP, because LOOK AT THEM!! <3 <3)

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gegewrites · 2 years

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Fezco - worried sick

Content warning- drug use and near overdose, LOML Faye

Published- 1-23-22

Words-2570

Barely edited btw

This was gonna be a serious type angst but then Faye for involved and idk what happened

Rues narration-

Okay, so maybe things weren't as good as I thought they were. Ya know when I was getting fucked up like really fucked Up I thought I could never be hurt by these amazing chemicals. Why would I get hurt by something that's makes me feel good? Well my overdose showed that, rehab taught me that, but that doesn't matter.

(y/n) came over to my place after work to hang, all she wanted to do was smoke and she told my mom that, now my mom was only against ME doing drugs, so she said yes, just keep the window open and use an ashtray, obviously she did she has manners.

But as the night grew in and the more bored I grew, I pulled out my stuff. Some left over coke from a party and some pills, I forgot and still don't know what they are.

Your pov-

"Aren't you supposed to be staying clean?" I asked as rue snorted the thin line of white powder.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" She asked putting her head back and sniffling, she handed me the rolled bill.

"Can't compare the two." I laughed and leaning down, placing my bill in my nose and inhaling deep as the power got sucked through the paper and into my nose. I put the bill down and threw my head back and sniffled,"ash sells the best coke."

"I didn't get this from ash I for it from this guy as I was walking through the house at that party last week.

"Probably got it from Ash then." I shrugged falling down onto my back,"they run the deals at party's."

"You're right." I felt the bed bounce as she fell onto her back, I heard her play with something plastic, I heard the click of a seal and then plastic hit my chest,"even with NA and fez not sellin to you, you still finding pills."

"It's pretty easy." She laughed.

"What are they?" I held the bag up over my face trying to see what type of pills they were, I haven't seen fez or ash sort any like these, they looked like oxy, round and white but had some red in them.

"Just take them, they make you feel great." She said.

"Aight."

Rues pov-

10 minutes have passed since we took the pills, I had no clue what they were but they made me feel good, maybe they were fet? Had a familiar feeling but could've been something like oxy, I didn't really care, I got them for free that's all tht maters.

"How you feeling?" I looked over at (y/n) who was laying next to me on her phone.

"Interesting." She muttered as she texted someone and then went on insta.

"Who ya textin?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" She smiled looking at me.

"Fez." She nodded,"ew."

"Fuck you." She laughed and sat up,"going to the bathroom."

"Aaallright." She stood up with a wobble and tossed her phone onto the bed and walked out. Her phone Vibrated right as she left, her screen turning on. I saw a picture of her fez and a text notification. I picked out her phone and laid on my side and pressed on the texts expanding it.

The plug*

just txt me

The plug*

I can pick u up whenever, Idc abt leaving the shop

The plug*

Yo u know u can tell me to come get u whnvr , just stay safe bby <3

What? "Just stay safe" did she not feel safe she seemed like she was chill. I put her phone down and rolled onto my back when I heard a thud from the bathroom. I basically flew out of bed even though my body felt a thousand pounds.

When I got out of the bedroom I walked as calm as possible and acted as sober as possible.

"(y/n) ?" I knocked on the door lightly. My turned out of the kitchen and stood at the beginning of the hall.

"She okay?" She asked.

"I think so, she said she was just gonna use the bathroom but earlier she said she's been having some dizzy spells." Dizzy spells?! That's doesn't help. My mom didn't seem to notice how high I was I must've been keeping the act up pretty good.

"Okay... Um she needs anything just ask, okay?" I nodded and she walked back into the kitchen. I turned the door knob and pushed the door open, i opened it and found her passed out leaning against the wall but also laying. I close the door quickly, she must've been standing and leaned on the wall and slid down it when she passed out. I got onto my knees and moved her so she head sitting against the wall a bit straighter and facing me.

"(y/n)?" I shook her face, holding her up by her shoulder,"(y/n)? Waakey wakey." She didn't respond. I moved her so she was leaning in the corner or the wall and bathtub. I stood up and closed the door behind me and quickly went to my room and grabbed her phone and went back into the bathroom.

"Okay, okay." I opened her phone and held down onto one of fezs texts and started typing.

Hey fez it's rue, (y/n) is passed out in my bathroom, can you come get her? Okay thanks.

That should do. I sent it and leaned against the cabinet and looked at her and her phone waiting for a text back.

Fezcos pov-

"12 dollas kid." Kid handed me the exact money and I put it into the register as he left. I closed it and grabbed my phone from my pocket, out of the corner of my eye I saw Faye stand up from the cooler she was on.

"Faye sit down." I got a Text back from my girl, about time. She's at rues, and I can't help but he worried that somethings gon happened, hoping I'm not jinxing myself by thinking something is gonna happen but you never know. (y/n) wasn't the type of person to pop pills like rue. she just smoked and snorted lines at parties, pills...rarely.

*my girl<3

Hey fez it's rue, (y/n) is passed out in my bathroom, can you come get her? Okay thanks.

I quickly texted back

Jesus fuck rue.

I got off of the counter and quickly opened the door to the stocking area that Ashtray was in.

"Yo I gotta go get (y/n) from rues, something happened, you got the place?" I asked him.

"Ya I got it." I walked away hearing the door close behind me. I unlocked and called (y/n).

"Pick up rue." I unlocked the car and got in changing hands with my phone as I started the car,"fuck cmon rue." Voicemail, I called again as I pulled out of the lot and took a left.

"Fez? Oh shit dude." She hissed.

"Rue the fuck did you give her?!" I asked putting my phone on speaker and putting it on on the dash.

"Some coke and pills." Her tone was hushed, she was hiding from her mom.

"What pills rue?!" I rolled at the stop before turning left,"rue if you don't tell me exactly what to you gave her."

"We did some coke I got at the party last week, and some pills, I have no clue what they are."

"Color and Shape rue, Jesus Christ. How dumb are you?!"

"White and red, round, Jesus look just Calm the fuck down fez, just get here quick."

“How the fuck am supposed to calm the fuck down rue?!”

“Jesus Christ.” She hung up the phone, I slammed my hands into the wheel.

In 20 minutes o made it to Rues place.

I hopped out of my car, opening up the door to the backseats and walked to the front door. I knocked on it and took a step back not knowing of rue or her sister or Ms.Bennet. A few seconds later the door opened to a little girl who looked like rue.

"Rue or (y/n) here?" I asked and she nodded, she had a face of worry tht she was trying to hide, honestly it hurt to see,"I'm Fez, she tell you I was comin?"

"Ya, (y/n) is in the bathroom." She stepped away and I walked in as she closed the door behind me.

"Yo rue." I called out.

"Bathroom!" I heard the respond. I walked to where I heard her voice it was past the kitchen and the first door to my right.

I looked in and saw (y/n) in Ms.Bennets arms, a cloth on her head, she was knocked the fuck out. It was scary seeing her like that, possible overdose and she just been sitting on the floor for twenty minutes as her clock counts down. In my business, you stay prepared for anything, overdosing is pretty fuckin easy.

"You're her boyfriend?"

"Yes Ma'am." I nodded,"she pass out?"

"Dizzy spell but she won't wake up." Rue said, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"Aight, this happens." I lied," Don't know why though." I got down onto one knee,"rue go get her bags and put them in my car will you?"

"Okay." With that she left.

"I'm just gon- gon take her." I reached out of (y/n) and Ms.Bennet handed me to her taking the cloth off her head.

"Ya ya." She nodded, I picked her up as I stood, holding her in my arms and on my shoulder much like a parent does with a child who fell asleep in the car. I walked out of the bathroom holding her close to me, praying to feel her breathing on my neck, which I did, but little. I gave her sister a nod as I walked out of the front door.

"Thank you, sorry this happened." I looked back at her mom. I felt fuckin bad, rues sister is probably fucked up from rues overdose and then seeing your sisters friend passed out in the bathroom has got to remind you of that a bit.

"It's alright, as long as she safe." She gave me a smile. I walked to my car and rue was leaning on the front door.

"Fez." She whispered.

"Yo fuck you rue." I responded in a hushed tone as I laid (y/n) in the back seat, crawling over her a bit to put her head on her bag so she was propped up.

"How the hell was I supposed to know This gonna happen?!" She responded in a hushed tone as I closed the back door, she room a step back.

"You gave her random pills n' coke, you should know what could happen rue, mostly with yo track record." I opened my front door and she handed me (y/n)s phone,"we didn't sell or give our coke or pills that night jus you know. Only weed." I closed the door. She shook her head and walked back to the door and watched me reverse out of her driveway.

"Gon get you home baby, you'll be okay." I looked at her in the rear view mirror,"Gon be okay."

Home-

I kicked the door closed behind me with my foot and walked right over to the lounge room.

I was getting scared, 50 minutes and she still isn't waking up. I laid her down gently on the couch, propping her up with the pillows.

"You're okay." I reassured her and kissed her forehead, it was really onto to reassure me, I'm freaking the fuck out internationally right now.

Luckily We always have Narcan around, i carry it on me to parties, I make sure ash Carries it on him I usually have some in my car but I didn't this time.

Quickly walking out of the lounge and to the bathroom I grabbed the bottle of nasal spray from the drawer closests to the door and made my way out.

"Heey." I heard Faye slur from the bathroom.

"Faye I swear to God." I walked back into the bathroom and peaked into the tub,"get yo doped out ass outta the fuckin tub."

"You're no fun." She sighed.

"Prolly cause the love my life is passed out on my couch." I gave her my hand and she took it standing up and getting out to the tub.

"What?" Her voice was slurred as I walked out the bathroom, she wasn't my damn problem right now.

"Hol' up." I turned around,"when the fuck did you even get here?"

"Uber." She shrugged her shoulders,"it's boring at the shop, there's nothing to do, I can't do anything."

"Then read a book, I don't know what you want from me. im only keeping you because your pimp boyfriend asked me to."

I walked away back into the living room. I saw (y/n) hair on the back kf the couch, she was sitting up but laying her head on the back.

"Baby?" I walked over quickly, and around the couch. I sat down and met her eyes,"you okay?"

"When did I get here?" She asked In a whisper, her eyes were red.

"I got you from rues like 30 minutes ago. You passed out in her bathroom." I put the narcan on the table.

"Narcan?" I nodded leaning on the couch, she moved, sitting crisscross facing me, leaning her head on the back of the couch.

"Mhm. Thought you OD in whatever rue gave you."

Your pov-

"Mhm. Thought you OD on whatever rue gave you." He said,"it's terrifying (y/n), seeing you, laying in her Ma's arms like that, seeing her sisters face when she opened the door. I was fuckin worried you weren't gon wake up."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Not your fault baby, this on Rue.." he looked over at me,”never, never do that again, don’t take anything if it’s not givin to you by me. Understood?” I nodded and his phone started ringing in his pocket. He sat up a bit and grabbed it out and answered,"wassup Ash? She got a Uber outta there, she here,

found her in the bathtub....calm down lil Man shes awake, she talkin, she breathin....I'll be down there in a few, close the place up. It's fine, a few hours early ain't gon end the world trust me."

"You left ash at the shop?" He nodded hanging up the phone.

"Told him I had to go get you. Wanna ride with me to get him?"he stood up.

"You carrying me?"' He nodded.

"I had to to get you outta rues bathroom, and to get you outta the car and onto here. Wanna ride or you wanna rest?"

"I feel like if I fall alseep I'm not going to wake up." He reached his hand out and I took it, he pulled me closer to him and picked me up, o wrapped my legs lazily around jis and waist and my arms around his neck. His hands sat on my ass as he walked out if the living room.

"Faye, sit on the couch and don't leave, I'll be back in 20."

"Fine." I saw her walk into the lounge room as fez walked to the door,”don’t fuck on the way there.”

“Jesus Faye.”

#fezco fanfic #euphoria smut #fezco euphoria #fez smut #euphoria #faye euphoria #ashtray euphoria #rue bennett #rue euphoria #angsty #Gegewrites

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apixrl · 3 years

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DRIVER'S LICENSE.

katsuki bakugou x fem! reader

WARNING(S): angst. cheating. swearing because it's bakugou.

word count: 4.5k

song: drivers license // olivia rodrigo (i wonder why...)

note(s): so i captioned this *at the time of writing* 'hello and welcome to i've had the worst two weeks ever so i wrote a katsuki oneshot to cope' and it's probably one of my most personal pieces of writing tbh

"-come Tuesday and we'll potentially see an end to this heavy downpour of rain. Temperatures will be on the rise to around-"

The talk on the radio cut short at the jab of your finger, heaving a great sigh which faded into the muffled pitter-patter of rain from outside. The streets had been showered with heavy downpours for the last week or so, no sign of sun or a still and restful day. Notwithstanding the miserable outdoors, the windscreen wipers on your car never ceased in their duty to grant you a clear view of the road ahead. And whilst you were grateful for their devotion, it didn't feel clear in the slightest. In fact, the road had never felt so blurry.

Shivering against the cold night chill and tucking your knees cosily to your chest, you eyed the raindrops on the windows. They raced against one another before they dripped down to your car's body, their glossy presence obvious thanks to the many hues of street lamps that surrounded them. You could have watched them for hours, being honest. Something about the droplets of water battling it out quite enticing. Anything to take you away from the cruel reality you were living in.

Your heart ached and yearned. But to no avail, the one you ached and yearned for didn't love you back.

Not anymore, at least.

Just the mere thought provoked a pulsating pang to resonate throughout your entire body. A pang filled with grief and sadness. Anger and hurt. You missed his sun-kissed face on the sunny mornings. You missed his eyes and how they gazed at you from across the room. You missed the smiles and laughter he would only show for you and you alone. The sense of glee and euphoria that came with that honour. Yet all of it was gone and there was no way you could get it back.

The memories of what had been triggered more waterworks. Hot, salty tears dug at the corners of your eyes and trickled down your face. Your motionless car concealed your cries and sobs. Every thrash against the wheel as you questioned to nobody in particular what went wrong and why. How you didn't see the signs sooner. What you could have done better. When he stopped loving you. If he ever planned to stop loving you. Whether it would have hurt more if you found out sooner.

All these questions with nothing to answer them.

Katsuki Bakugou had always fascinated you. From the very moment you met. You accompanied your friend on a double date, and he was the guy who she matched for you. Whilst he originally acted as though a blind date was the last place he wanted to be, underneath the aggression you could tell there was something much more genuine and true.

And your assumptions were correct. Truth be told, Katsuki Bakugou was one of the most genuine and truest people you had met (at the time). Once it was just the two of you, he allowed his true colours to unveil. Through the smallest of kind gestures that still haunted your mind to this day. Then upon confrontation, as you bid each other goodbye at your back door, his denial resulted in a flirtatious contest which then proceeded to an intimate night that changed your life forever. From there your mind was set.

He was the one.

Emphasis on was.

So blinded with a fairy tale love you grew so accustomed to, you never saw it coming. Never in your two-year relationship - that had so much strength and commitment built on top of it, never did you think that Katsuki Bakugou would throw it all out of the window like it was nothing. Disregard your loyalty and adoration for a drunken one night stand that slowly became an occasional hookup. Which soon became a mandatory pastime once a fortnight. Then twice. Maybe more than that. You wouldn't put it past him with what you knew now.

He kept it from you for nearly six months. Six months. The only reason you discovered his lies and deception was because you were let off early one night from work. You worked a night shift, see. Your last job had fallen to shambles, and it was temporary whilst you searched for a new one. And whilst that did take a toll on your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou, mostly finding time for intimacy since his working hours were during the day, none of that gave him any right to go and do what he did.

That wasn't one of the only reasons, you knew that for sure. There were other motives for his lack of loyalty. But you were never told. After you froze at the sight of another woman under his hold and stormed straight back to your car to flee. After he chased you down the flights of stairs in nothing but baggy pants into the streets of a twilight Musutafu. After you screamed into the darkness and belted your fists against his chest. Fists that were driven with rage and hurt and every emotion that burned like the hottest of fires and froze like the coldest of ice. He never even told you. He never made an effort to address it. Nor had he attempted to call or even try to visit your Mom's house - where you stayed as you searched for a permanent place to live. Just because you retreated for your car and cried that it was over, he never tried. But that didn't mean you weren't allowed an explanation. An apology. Something to give you a form of closure and a reason to move on. But you never did.

That wasn't even what hurt the most, either.

As silly as it was, the thing that hurt you the most was the very car you sat in.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO . . .

The red glow of traffic lights hit Katsuki's vermilion irises as he stared dead ahead at the long line of vehicles, the ash-blond heaving a sigh into the air. His finger tapped impatiently against the steering wheel he gripped with one hand, the spare rested casually against your upper thigh affectionately.

"I can't believe we have to sit through this torture just to go to some damn party," Katsuki grumbled, taking a glance over at you. His brows furrowed when he met you peacefully slouched down, nose dug into your phone as you presumably played some sort of game to pass the time. Like you had no care in the world for your predicament.

"It's your best friend's birthday, love," You mused back, Katsuki surprised you even listened based on your focused expression directed towards your phone. "It's not like we can just miss it,"

"Yeah, but we could have missed all this pain by taking the train instead of driving across town during rush hour,"

"Trains are icky, the seats would have ruined your suit and my dress," You pointed out, looking at the blond over your screen, sending him a sweet smile. He cocked a brow, a smirk creeping its way onto his lips as a scoff of a laugh broke out between them.

"Right, and laying down like a sloth is gonna help keep your dress uncreased?" He returned, amused at your realisation. At his comment, you sat up faintly and pouted your lip.

"Driving means more time to play Gravity Pops, and so does traffic,"

"Seriously? That's the game you're playing? You're such a dumbass,"

"Yes! I'm in the top 11% globally! I need to get to number one!" Was your protest, your arms flailing ahead of you briefly for dramatic emphasis. Katsuki clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, though the small smile plastered over his lips betrayed his initial reaction. Unable to deny your determination, he spoke with confidence and almost a sense of pride.

"Number one, hm? Clearly rubbing off on you aren't I?"

"In a way, yes,"

"That's my girl," Katsuki remarked, earning a giggle from you that was uplifting to hear. It was there your attention went back to your phone, but Katsuki wasn't done. "So, speaking of cars, Y/N," Hearing his chosen tone - which sounded suggestive, you eyed him closely. Hesitant to reply as you had a sense of what he planned to say.

"...Yes?"

"Have you thought any more about getting your driver's license yet?"

Called it.

"...No,"

"What?" Katsuki began, tilting his head. He was surprised that he felt surprised. You had said those words in regards to this topic countless times. Still, he persisted. "Is that a no meaning you haven't or no meaning that you don't want to?"

"Both?" You half-guessed, sheepishly grinning at the look you were sent. "Look, cars scare me okay? And so do roads. And people. My nerves wouldn't be able to handle it! I can barely communicate with people face to face, so me being on the road is a recipe for disaster!"

"I know but -," Katsuki exhaled sharply, understanding your reasoning. You had voiced these concerns when confiding to Katsuki about your fears of the road. Something built and corrupted from social media as well as phobias and fears in general, it was a battle you had yet to overcome. You wanted to drive but was terrified of messing up or causing chaos on the road. Potentially inflicting harm to someone and yourself. You still weren't sure what triggered it all, but over the years it had manifested into something quite irrational, to say the least. Katsuki had been supportive of it and whilst he truly would love to always act as your personal taxi - you couldn't hide from it forever. It wasn't his job to keep you in your comfort zone. That, and he couldn't always be there for you that way. What if he was miles away and you had somewhere urgent to go like the hospital? "It's not as scary as you think. I know it's hard to believe that but seriously. The freedom you get from driving is amazing,"

"I'll think about it a little longer, okay?" You said with hesitancy, looking at Katsuki for a sign of confirmation. He nodded in defeat, knowing you probably needed more time and felt put on the spot. So he averted his eyes back to the road to check if the traffic had moved at all. It had not.

"Okay," Katsuki said. "But I can't be your taxi service forever,"

"But I like you being my taxi service," You jokingly said, a little sadness in your tone. "Your road rage is funny and I like watching you get out of the car and walk to my door after pulling up in my driveway,"

"What do you mean?" Katsuki asked, catching the twitch of a smile on your face upon saying those words. It struck his interest in what you could mean.

"You know, like when you say you're coming to pick me up?" You explained. "You pull up at my driveway and I don't know... simple things like that just remind me of how much I love you. It's dumb really, but it's important to me,"

"Really?" Katsuki questioned in disbelief. How something so small and meaningless could mean so much was puzzling. He couldn't understand why it was so special to you. But that didn't invalidate it in any shape or form. So he pushed that aside, replacing his wonder with gratitude. He returned to your bashful and flustered features, feeling a smile grow on his face.

"Yeah," You said, shrugging to downplay your words. "I love you. Stuff like that means a lot to me,"

"I love you too, even though you're a dumbass," Katsuki said, humbled by what you had said. The two of you shared a gentle exchange, your hand grabbing hold of Katsuki's as you gave it a squeeze. He squeezed back, and silence ensued. Had he realised such a thing sooner, then Katsuki would have pulled up in your driveway much more than he had been doing. But at that a thought struck his mind, victoriously smirking as he had an idea on how to potentially sway your worries. Or begin swaying it. Something was better than nothing, after all. "But what if I wanted you to pull up in my driveway one day?" His words caused you to look over at him in curiosity, hearing the seriousness in the question. It caught you off guard momentarily, having to contemplate as you gradually concluded that he had a point.

"Well one day, maybe I will," You vaguely replied and sat up a little bit. The hand holding yours pulled back and lifted to land on your shoulder, gripping reassuringly tight.

"I hope you do, I'd like to get in on this driveway action," He joked and smirked, faith riddled in his expression. You giggled ever so slightly, tempted to lean forward and peck Katsuki on the lips in thanks, but never a thing was to happen as the alerting red light from outside switched to warm amber.

"Ah!" Katsuki yelled in triumph, his attention leaving you swiftly as he got back into the driver's seat. Giving you no opportunity to respond to him and overall ruining the moment. "Took fucking long enough!"

The light turned green, and he set the car in motion, leaving you with your thoughts and the words he had uttered that day as the traffic stood still.

All your efforts, all your time devoted to getting over your fear of driving and the road as a whole... all of it was pointless. You did it for him. You promised him you would overcome your fears and better yourself. He built that motivation up brick by brick until you could grab hold and seize control. He wasted all that time to get you to reach such a stepping stone only to abandon it once it was through.

Just so you could pull up in his driveway, just like he requested. And what did you get in return when you finally did? A stab in the back and the loss of your other half.

You wiped your eyes via the sleeve of your hoodie, dampening the cuffs. Sniffling and exhaling a shaky breath, your gaze landed on nothing in particular. Yet somewhere within your clouded mind, you found interest. As that was where your gaze remained for a certain amount of time. You weren't sure how long exactly. It could have felt like an hour and only been five minutes. Or it could have felt like five minutes and was actually an entire hour. Either way, the clock ticked on and didn't wait for you to stop.

It was a good thing you had pushed your fears down and rose above them. It just pained you that you didn't even do it for yourself. Without Katsuki Bakugou, you never had any intentions of doing so. As a matter of fact, you had set out to take the train or bus for the rest of your life. Hell, you were going to use a bike and scooter if you got desperate. Had he even acknowledged how much work you put in just to get where you were? Was all that effort part of the reason why he decided to cheat? There was absolutely no telling. Absolutely no telling at all.

You wondered what he was doing now. Was he laid in bed resting peacefully? Out with his friends for a boy's night only? Maybe cooking his favourite curry? Possibly on a late-night jog despite the harsh weather? It never stopped him other times.

Did he ever think about you? Regret what he did and the actions he took? Had he ever considered apologising? Would he ever apologise? What if he was celebrating the fact you were no longer in his life? Had there ever been any love there for you in the start? Did he ever actually want you to get your driver's license because he believed in you? Or was it so he could get rid of you with much more ease? Make his departure less severe and less selfish? A way to justify his choices because it's not like you were hopelessly left to suffer everyday life now that you had a means of transport. Was he really that cruel?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sharp jingle of your phone, the device lighting up as it sat in the passenger seat to your left. It took two or three rings for you to glance over at it, E/C eyes sore and drained from crying out. You squinted them to read the caller, seeing the name 'Work' fade in and out on the brightly lit screen. For a second or two you argued back and forth on whether to even bother picking up. Something about reaching across for your phone requiring a magnitude of energy you no longer possessed. Having spent it all on your cries of agony and the deprivation of your old life as a whole.

However, you had ignored your work in the last couple of weeks too many times now. So many times that pulling the same stunt again would probably risk you losing your job. It's not like your work was interested in why you felt such overwhelming pain... all they cared about was you turning up to do what you were hired to.

So using a forceful hand, you leaned over to pick it up. You fumbled to grip your phone and accepted the call with a dainty tap of your thumb. Then you blinked away your tears and subtly sniffed, pressing your phone to your ear to address the caller.

"Hello?" You practically croaked, quick to clear your throat and push any signs of upset down. It was presumably dry from how much you'd cried in the last two hours.

"L/N! Hey! Glad you finally picked up!" Unlike the droll and unvarying tones of your boss, the person on the other end was much more lively and greeting. So much so you could only assume it was none other than your work colleague, Etsuko. Probably the only person you genuinely liked where you worked, and the only person who made the time pass by faster. "I was worried you were gonna leave me on answer phone again,"

"Hm, what? Oh right. Yeah. Sorry about that. Haven't been feeling too great," You lied, even though it wasn't a complete fib. You hadn't been feeling great at all. You had never felt so rock bottom. It all just originated from your mind over anything else. But when did work care about that?

"Sounds like it, I hope you've been okay!" Still cheery as ever, Etsuko followed up with a laugh to fill the silence you created by not saying anything. "Is everything well? It's nothing serious, is it?"

"No. It's not. Just some dumb cold I caught," You excused. "I'm better now, though," Slouching down in your seat, you decided to ask the question that had been roaming your mind the last minute or so. "So why are you calling?"

"Oh, right!" Etsuko said. "Mr Kobashigawa was just wondering when you planned on coming back - for schedule reasons and to get people to fill in for your shifts,"

"I er...," Not entirely sure how to answer, you stuttered as your words cowered away in your attempt to speak. "I don't -,"

"It's okay, he doesn't need an answer yet," Etsuko reassured. "Maybe in the next day or two, though? He wasn't really specific, being honest,"

You sighed at the guilt brewing in your stomach. You weren't even sick for crying out loud! Why were you lying just so you could wallow in your own sadness?! Like that was going to change anything! Sitting around and crying wasn't going to give you what you wanted. You weren't getting him back. Katsuki Bakugou wasn't yours anymore. He made that clear by cheating. By making minimal effort to give you an explanation. By causing you so much pain with little care or concern. Why couldn't you get it through your thick skull that your feelings didn't matter anymore?! That they were being wasted on a lost cause. A lost relationship!

"Well I mean -," You started, running a hand through your hair as you tread carefully on your words. "I could come in tonight? Has Mr Kobashigawa got someone to fill for me yet?"

"Um... no? I don't think so?" Etsuko answered, uncertainty in her voice. "Let me go check. Be right back!" And with that, the line fell dead. The call didn't end, just Etsuko placing the phone down to get an answer for you. Leaving you all by your lonesome once more.

Reflecting, you could see the logic in your thoughts. The best course of action would be to hold your head up high and live life the way it was before. When you were happy. Just... excluding the factors that actually made you happy. Which was him. Wouldn't that be healthier than crying all the time?

Yes, it would. But was it what you wanted? Not really.

"L/N!" The voice in your ear startled you to the point you nearly dropped your phone, panicking through a gasp as you fiddled to grab hold of it again.

"Wa-! Careful you nearly scared me half to death!"

"Oops, sorry!" Etsuko giggled softy, sounding as perky as ever. "I'm just excited to tell you that nobody's filling in your shift! You can still come in for ten-thirty!"

"I-I can?" You asked. After an upbeat 'yeah!' filtered through your ears, you considered your options. Remaining in the serene, quiet confines of your car with only the downfall of rain to accompany you sounded like utter bliss, given how you felt. But you felt an internal kick up the backside which told you - no... demanded you to just get over this moping attitude of yours and look on the bright side. To get over the lack of closure and simply... move on.

Yeah... if he found out you were an utter train wreck thanks to the damage he inflicted; Katsuki Bakugou would probably revel in it. He had a history of gaining pleasure from other's misfortunes... or it was rumoured he did (during his younger years, anyway). You had never wanted to believe it but you couldn't find a reason to refute it anymore. After all you had been through, it seemed to fit his character and personality more than ever. So with that fact apparent, you held a firm forefront and searched for a determined tone, and made your answer to your friend.

"You betcha I'm coming in! I'll see you in half an hour!"

Too enthusiastic? Probably. Still, it was better than acting pessimistic and hopeless. No matter, however, because that was exactly the attitude Etsuko had been hoping for.

"Alrighty!" She exclaimed, smile audible in her voice from the other end. "I can't wait to get our dynamic duo going again! I've missed you!"

"Yeah, me too, 'Suko," You hummed in agreement.

"Great! Catch ya later my partner in crime,"

"Heh. You too, dumbass," You found a reason to smile from her childish behaviour, though your choice of wording seemed to hit a nerve. It did more than that, it practically reverted all that confidence and progress you had made in the last ten minutes of being on the phone. All from one innocent word that escaped your lips.

Dumbass.

That's what he used to call you.

The phone call had ended without you even noticing, your phone still pressed to your ear as a small buzz sounded into it. You stared dead ahead, flashes of all the times he had said that word to you running through your memory. It was his form of a pet name. Some might see it as a little degrading on the surface, but you never minded. Once you learned the deeper meaning of the name, it became something equivalent to the likes of 'Sunshine' or 'Angel'. If anything, you ended up preferring it to those sorts of nicknames. Hence why Katsuki Bakugou had called you it on so many occasions.

No. Stop it. You can't let something like that bother you. Not after the efforts you just went to. Stop. Shaking yourself out of it, you returned to reality and permitted your phone to drop onto your lap. Your hand once holding it gripped onto your steering wheel, the other following shortly behind to do the same.

"I love you too, even if you're a dumbass,"

That rung in your head one final time, tormenting and mocking your present. The things you'd be willing to do to hear him say that to you one last time...

"No," You firmly shook your head, banging it lightly against the headrest to return yourself to reality. An attempt to knock those words to the back of your mind where you could lock them in a securely tight safe for the rest of eternity. "Just... just don't think about it. Easy. Just focus on what you're doing now," You reached for your keys which sat in the ignition, taking hold and turning them ever so slightly. Your car stirred to life, engine rumbling and the dials lighting up in a form of warm greeting. "You're going to work. No more feeling sorry for yourself,"

No more feeling sorry for yourself.

Your eyes set themselves on the road ahead. The vacant, dark and solitary road that didn't wait for you to make your decision. Life moved on after all, so if you were going to do anything - it was to catch up and take the winning lead.

So despite your circumstances; your inner desires and wishes and begs for what you wanted back but to no avail would ever get, you pulled out of your parking space (which had long exceeded the time limit, thankfully nobody was around to see) that drowned in pitiful rains of the night, and began to make your way down the street. In search of a place better than the one you were trapped in.

An endless road that wasn't all that clear, you were going to tackle it. Not for anyone else, unlike the last time you met difficulty and hardships. No, no, no. This time it was for your sake. All the mental energy to recover and become a better version of yourself, in the endgame it was all for you. You could push past all the deceit and lies you had been told and you could push past your normality which was him. Katsuki Bakugou. The man that hurt you as nobody had ever done before. You could create new normality without him.

A thought of forever he created and destroyed, resorted to driving alone past his street, never to be thought of again.

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❛ A FUTURE COP ❜

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You have lost the count of how many minutes you've been sitting in the locker room, in silence. Your head is loud enough right now. Hank has left the police station already, and you're waiting the time accorded before doing the same and driving your way to his house. Almost one year and you keep staying there ten minutes more than him, to not make anyone suspect about your relationship. But you aren't sure if you're ready to go.

The fear of losing Hank for what you have to tell him is consuming you, like a big fire reducing your bones to ashes. It's painful, for describing it somehow. The pressure within your chest is going to kill you, suddenly breaking into an anguish crying, resting your back against the wall and curling your legs to your torso. The two of you haven't talked about starting a family. The loss of Justin still being an open wound, bleeding a little bit every day. How are you supposed to tell him that you're pregnant?

“(Y/N)?”

Antonio's voice races your heart, peeking his head out through the lockers. He sounds worried. He looks worried, walking slowly towards you without profering any sharp move. Kneeling next to you, not sure about what he can do, the detective holds your hand to caress the back of them with his thumb; thinking that this gesture can help you to relax. But the sob continues stuck in your throat and the tears roam your cheek like a torrential and furious racing river.

Sitting down by your side, Antonio places an arm over your shoulders, urging you to rest your head on his. He doesn't know what to say. And even if he wanted to say something, his vocal cords fail when your phone dings with a notification and he sees the screen illuminating over the floor. Hank. “Voight?” He thinks raising up an eyebrow, in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Where are you? Something jumped off?”

Grabbing your phone and blocking it to keep it inside your pocket, you turn at the man. Your lips are trembling. You're not sure if you can talk, but you need to rip it off from your chest. You don't want to lose Hank, at this point, not even your work matters.

“Ant—Antonio… I am… pregnant”.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes widened surprised. His forefinger points at the floor for a moment, to the position of your phone a second ago, asking without words if Hank is the father. You nod pressing your lips. He's in shock. You can see in his eyes, trying to find the correct sentence to say. Congratulations? Are you kidding me? Voight, seriously?

“We… started to date… a year and a half ago and… hm… made it official almost a ye—year ago”.

“Who knows it?”

“Only you. No one else. And I'm terrified, be—because… I was there when he lost Justin and… shit, we've always taken all the care, but… this happened”. Biting your bottom lip, as the tears keep filling up your eyes, you try to not cry anymore. “I don't know… how to tell him. I don't know if he wants this. I don't want to lose him, Antonio”.

“Hey, listen now. You're not gonna lose him, okay?” Turning his body at you and adopting your same position, he hits your shoulder briefly with his fist. “I've an idea. Write him and tell him that you're on your way and meet me in the hall”.

Nodding, he shows you a soft smile before standing up to leave the locker room. Cleaning your cheeks with the back of your hands, you do exactly what he has told you. After writing to your boyfriend and picking up your things, you walk out of the place to wait downstairs. Not a minute after, Antonio comes from behind the main desk saying his goodbye to Platt, before following you to the outside.

Offering you the bag he's carrying in his right hand, keeping the other in a pocket, you take it with curiosity.

“This department, his career, is his life. This is a good way to tell him”.

Grabbing the piece of clothing inside it, you read the emblem of Chicago P.D. before noticing the small size of the shirt.

“We usually give these shirts to the kids who come to see the station”.

Yes. That's the better idea. Your lips curve up in a tender grin of gratitude. You can't help but hug him, without caring who can be watching you.

“C'mon, go to his house and give it to him”.

“Thank you, Antonio… I don't… I don't know what to say”.

“You don't have to. Tell me tomorrow how it has goin'”.

In silence, you nod after placing a kiss on his cheek, keeping back the grey t-shirt inside the bag to go find your car in the private parking.

As always, the road is somewhat empty, reaching Hank's neighborhood in a sight. You can see the lights turned on inside, through the windows, and a free place to park your SUV behind his. Taking your time to leave your car there, you step out having a deep breath trying to calm yourself and your nerves. In your head dance a lot of possible ways about how he will react, and every one of them scares you like never.

Putting your eyes on the bag, you find the needed encouragement to come into his house. Leaving your backpack at the entrance, you lead your steps to the back garden, finding Hank sitting on a wooden chair, leaning forward and shaking his knees nervously. You haven't come this ‘late’ before. But as soon as you sit by his side, placing the bag over the dinner table, he feels less agitated.

Resting his back against his chair, tangling his hands over his abdomen, he can't help but feel curiosity about the content of it and the worrying installed on your face.

“What kind of hell are you into, hm?”

Rubbing the line of his jaw with his thumb, he intertwines his hands again waiting for a response. Maybe we need to talk aren't the words you want to choose, but they're the ones that escape from your throat. Watching how his face hardens, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“I don't know how it happened. It's not like… I planned it”.

“Don't beat around the bush and be clear with me”. Hank gesticulates with his forefinger, as he always does when he's losing his nerves. “That's why you have been acting distant, right? If you don't want to continue, just tell me”.

He hisses the last three words, hiding the misery in his tone of voice, leaning forward to you. And that really hurts you, to think that he believes you don't love him anymore. That he may think that his life is not compatible with yours. But that's bullshit. You would make them both fit at any cost, if you would have to.

“What? No, no, no! I'm not going to leave you, Hank. I don't want to”.

“Then, what is this about?”

You can't help but close your eyes and take a deep, deep, deep breath until you feel your lungs about to explode. Expelling the air through your nostrils, you decide to give him the bag instead of continuing screwing up the situation by using the wrong words. Frowning, he slides his hand inside it to take off the shirt of small size. Putting it between his fingers and in front of his hands, Hank raises an eyebrow without understanding what that shirt means.

“You stole it?”

“Technically… It wasn't me, but… Antonio”.

“Antonio stole a shirt and gave it to you, because he doesn't know how to return it?”

Moving your lips in silence, trying to say something, you can't believe he's really this fucking dumb. Shrugging he keeps it back inside the bag, pressing his lips.

“I will do it tomo—”.

“To be a detective, you're too stupid, Henry”. The laugh fills up the garden for a moment, starting to feel less scared than five minutes ago. “Hold the shirt again and put that brain of yours to work”.

He grunts tired of your games, doing what you just told him. Placing it stretched over the table, your boyfriend seems thoughtful rubbing his chin. Looking at you sideways, he shakes his head not getting what you want to tell him, turning towards you clapping his hands.

“I hate riddles. Spit it of a damn time, sweetheart”.

“I'm pregnant”.

Hank doesn't move a single inch of his body, as if he hadn't listened to you. His brown eyes are glued on yours. He doesn't even blink, looking at you as if he's studying your face to make sure himself that it's not a macabre joke. That you aren't kidding. That you're telling him the truth. When he kisses his lips, still remaining silence, you feel at the edge.

“Listen, I was scared of telling you. Not only because it means that people should know we are together, but because I don't know how you feel about it. But I swear for my badge, if you don't say anything in ten seconds, I'm gonna punch you in the face. And believe me, I have had a horrible day, Hank. Got too much rage accumulated in my hands”.

“I don't know what to say”. He whispers while you finish your threat.

Barely breathing, you nod, licking your incisors, putting your gaze away somewhere in the garden. It wasn't the response you wanted to hear, but it was the one you were waiting for. Being sure that he's going to end your relationship, but at least taking care of your baby, the tears fill up your eyes, reddening them again.

Cleaning a furtive one running down your left cheek, you get up from your seat about to leave the porch to come into the house, grab your things and go to your apartment. The only thing you were afraid of since you met him is now destroying you slowly. But Hank doesn't let you pass him away, gently gripping your forearm to make you take a step back and sit on his lap.

“I'm sorry…” You sob covering your face with both hands, not being able to look at him.

“Why?”

“I just… I don't wanna lose you. I've never felt happier in my… fucking life, before meeting you. I'm my best version since we're together. I lo—I love you with all my heart, I swear it…”

“Is this because of Justin?”

Your cry suddenly stops, using the sleeves of your jacket to clean your face, raising it towards him. It's been a long time since you talked about his son for the last time, keeping the mourning for himself.

“I saw you, Hank. You were devastated… Your wound is still bleeding and it's okay. It's normal, I understand it. I will never tell you to not cry for him. I didn't want you to… feel like I'm trying to cover this hole in your heart, just because the only thing I want is you to be happy. I didn't wa—”.

“Justin died, that's a fact. I miss him every day of my life. I should have been a better father for him. Maybe he would be alive now, maybe that night wouldn't have ever happened. But that doesn't mean I don't want this”. He points at the grey t-shirt, giving you some hope. “There's no one who cares more about me than you do. I've imagined my life with you thousands of times. How it would be to have a family together. Do the right thing, because it's never too late to change. And as you said so, you made me a better man too. I want it, (Y/N). I want this life with you. I want this kid. And I want you”.

You pout at him, feeling much better knowing that everything is clear. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he pushes you closer to catch your lips with his to transmit you all the happiness and the tenderness he has inside his soul, after giving him this second chance in life.

“We will talk with Crowley and Platt tomorrow, okay with that?” You nod in response. “So… Antonio knows, uh?”

“Yeah, he… found me crying in the locker room and saw your message on my phone. It was his idea”.

“He had a good one”. Hank assures while chuckling, urging to rest your head against his chest. “I will give him a biscuit tomorrow, you know, for being a smart dog”.

“He wasn't in Narcotics for anything…”

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