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the river (1) // finnick odair x f.reader

summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back

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warnings: angst, fluff, mental illness, suicidal ideations, self hate, young finnick and reader dynamics, a love triangle that was never a love triangle, smug finnick, it's so cheesey, pining, this is not a slow burn, implied soulmates, unedited, no use of y/n, allusions to trafficking, mentions of torture

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Finnick’s been staring blankly at the hovercrafts’ walls for longer than he can imagine, since it had stopped waiting and left you for dead in the dilapidated arena. He knew if he reacted the way he wanted too they would sedate him and currently he needed to live with his guilt. He should've refused to let you go with Katniss, or have torn out your tracker himself. Most importantly he should never have told you about the rebel plan, of course he only revealed the basics on how you were to get Katniss out of the arena and go to District 13, but that could seriously jeopardize any semblance of sympathy the Capitol would have for you.

He imagined you on the beach, devoting your life and love to him, and how before Snow broke or killed you, maybe even both, he'd never given you a proper wedding. All the traditions from back home, in a proper ceremony, with a dress would never happen. A large part of him didn't even feel like fighting the rebellion for you, since there was a probability that if the rebels one, you wouldn't be there on the other side to greet him. What was the point of a life if your future, the happiness, the children you could have had if all of this was behind you, if you were gone forever.

Plutarch begins to say something, but Finnick raises his hand as if to indicate he can't listen or speak right now. He's trying not to snap, not to take control of the ship so he can immediately perform his own rescue mission. Of course people were going to get hurt, even die, in the cause of the rebellion, but it was never supposed to be you. Why was he cursed to love someone who refused to patiently wait for him, who needed to be a part of the action? That's what had always been so magnetic about you though, the way you refused to fall into any constraints about how your life should be lived. Maybe, if you hadn't been left consumed by guilt after your first Games, you would've heard his plea and helped the rebellion from home, or he would've never told you about it at all to keep you safe. But that was wistful thinking, instead compassionate, worried, steadfast, beautiful you was in the grasp of the Capitol.

He decided he couldn't stay quiet any longer, he doesn't care if it's futile, what type of husband would leave his wife behind? For years you'd been fragile, like a bomb waiting to detonate, and he'd done whatever he could for you, he couldn't just give up on that now. You would have done it for him, you would have thrown yourself out of the hovercraft to save him, and knowing that hurt him and made him love you more. Finnick had spent years trying to prove to you that life was worth living even if you refused to admit that you felt that way, which in truth, caused him to grieve for the version of you from before the Games. The you that longed for a life that wasn't expected, to be lead by her heart and the wind, to be excited, until suddenly it was the you who didn't think she was worth being trusted, the you who stayed up wishing for death, and the you who wanted him, but felt guilty for it. Snow had taken that away from him, away from you, and now would take more from you. Finnick couldn't help but wonder how much was left to take, you had your compassion, your humor, your love, and if that was gone you'd be a husk of paranoia that he would desperately work to restore. Maybe death would have been kinder.

“Communications are down in seven, ten, and twelve. But eleven has control of transportation now, so there's hope of getting some food out." Plutarch says to Haymitch and Finnick can no longer be quiet.

"We have to go back.” His voice is hoarse, cracking with each syllable.

"I'm sorry, you know we can't do that. Her tracker was still in, they've definitely got her by now.” Plutarch tries to sound somewhat sympathetic, but it doesn't work.

“She's smart, she'll think of some way to pretend she knows less about the rebellion. If she can convince them of that, then she'll be used as bait.” Haymitch sounds so sure of himself, but Finnick isn't. You hadn't known too much, but not only were you willing to do anything if someone threatened him, you were like a glass sitting on the edge of the table, with one nudge you'd shatter.

Finnick starts shaking his head, “No, we have to-" Whatever plea he's started to make is interrupted as Katniss bangs through the door.

“Done knocking yourself out, sweetheart?" Haymitch focuses on Katniss, “So it's you and your syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans." He's chuckling slightly, but only Plutarch would also want to laugh right now. “Drop it." He's forced Katniss to get rid of the syringe and sits down by Finnick, who's been infested with thoughts about how if he hadn't let Haymitch convince him of putting Katniss and Peeta first, he could've focused on you.

They're rambling an explanation of the rebellion to Katniss and Finnick is left once again wondering if he could hijack the ship. Snow probably wants him to, expects him too. You probably don't blame him, but Finnick knows your self-destructive ways. First, you'll try to find ways to end it all, and do nothing but mourn him, then you'll start to convince yourself maybe he left you on purpose, that you weren't stable or trustworthy enough to help with the rebellion, but you still wouldn't blame him, you'd tell yourself it's what you deserved. Finnick needed to be there to intercept the doubt before you ate yourself alive. Additionally, he didn't know how long he could last without you as an anchor, his sweet girl, refusing to acknowledge her own problems while trying to keep him afloat.

“I still don't understand why Peeta and I weren't let in on the plan." Katniss is saying, her voice just as broken as Finnick's had been.

“Because when the force field blew you'd be the first ones they'd try to capture, and, the less you knew, the better.” Haymitch explains.

"The first ones? Why?”

"For the same reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive.” Finnick finally chimes in although he resents the words he's saying. He should've instead let you work your magic, try to convince someone to volunteer for him ahead of time, and stayed at home with you. If he stayed there was a higher chance you would too, yet maybe you would've gone over his head and decided you still couldn't live with yourself if you didn't volunteer.

"No, Johanna tried to kill me.” Katniss argues.

"Johanna knocked you out to take out the tracker from your arm and lead Brutus and Enobaria away from you.” Haymitch is seemingly getting exhausted and annoyed from all the explanations he owes her.

“What? I don't know what you're-"

Plutarch interrupts her, “We have to save you because you're the Mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives."

More words are mumbled and Finnick's head buzzes, it wasn't worth fighting the revolution if he couldn't do it with you. There was no way he could stomach it without your help, there's no way you would admit to it, but you kept him from drowning.

The way Katniss hisses at Haymitch helps Finnick zone back in, “Where is Peeta?" She's finally caught on, that her survival is without the person she loves safety.

“He was picked up by the Capitol along with Johanna, Enobaria, and-" Finnick hits the table interrupting Haymitch's train of thought. No one can be outraged at him for long though because Katniss has launched herself at Haymitch, screaming, and scratching, he's screaming back and Finnick is forced to leap into action. Katniss is only doing what he so desperately has been holding back on, how dare these people not understand that you had to be saved too. Yet he's dragging her off, back to her bed, to be tied down, sedated.

“Katniss. Katniss, I'm sorry. I wanted to save all of them, but I couldn't move." Finnick whispers, he doesn't know when he started crying, but he has. When the lighting hit the tree and Katniss' arrow had flown, the burst of electricity had left him helpless, frozen on the ground when he could hear you in the distance, screaming for him. “It's better for him, they'll figure out he doesn't know anything pretty fast. And they won't kill him if they can use him against you.

“Does she know too much or will she be used as bait, Finnick?" Katniss' voice is hazy in the mess of the sedation, but it's clear she's not very empathetic with her statement.

Finnick lets the tears take over him, weeping for you, how he couldn't save you. “I wish she were dead." He quietly admits, probably echoing something you'd agree with. "I wish they were all dead and we were too. It would be best.” Katniss is far gone, but Finnick can't stand his own thoughts any longer. He's basically begging to be sedated until they let him, he wants for it to stop the thoughts, leave him in a world where he's still with you. Even if you haunt his dreams.

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He knew of you, from school, from the similar social scenes, and you were well liked enough, but although he'd never admit it, Finnick Odair had never been confident enough to talk to you. Maybe it's because so many people spoke highly of you, but you'd never approached him. Shamefully he was a passive admirer, watching as you laughed at parties, nursed drunk friends, charmed customers at the markets. Maybe though he was scared that the person who everyone considered genuine would reject him as a person worth being around, see him the way he saw himself.

One sunny day in the market though he decided he had to take the step, see if were really the way people described you as, and possibly put to rest the infatuation he'd had for you. One that had really sparked when one of fair-weather friends, Beckett, had mentioned how you'd basically saved his life when he was drunk by a dock after another party. Kind, but brazen especially when Beckett tried to pay back the favor the next day by walking you home. Eventually the same night he told Finnick about you, he'd left to find you at the party and your magnetic company. You just seemed to draw people to you, a charm that Finnick couldn't resist much longer.

So there you were, flashing your tooth bearing smile to every potential customer. He'd talked to plenty of pretty girls before, but usually they introduced themselves to him, and the fact he barely existed to you certainly made you more intriguing. The moment the customer you were with was gone he forced himself up to your booth, one that was full of crates with huge crabs.

“Most of what the Capitol serves is from here anyways, so it's certainly not a downgrade." Your sweet, peachy voice spoke first and Finnick was somewhat taken aback, unintentionally sending you a quizzical look. “The crabs." You smiled, probably wondering why he didn't pick that up the first time.

“Oh, yes, of course, the crabs." He feigned interest in one, picking it up.

“You know, if you're not here for the crabs you better say something before I start listing off facts." Finnick decided he wouldn't mind that, your voice soothed his ears, but more importantly he'd been given a piece of who you were.

“Who says I'm not here to talk about crabs?" His natural playfulness shined through any persona he was scared he would have to put on if you weren't like he'd been told about, observed. For less then a second there was a flash of what must have been embarrassment in your eyes that quickly subsided with a shrug of your shoulders.

“They're caught in the-" Finnick couldn't stop himself from laughing when you diligently started on your promised list.

“No, please, you'll bore me to death. Guilty as charged, I'm not here to talk about crabs." He put down the crab he'd been holding, hands in the air.

You leaned on the counter, hands propping up your face, “Okay then, what are you here to talk about, Mr. Odair?"

“Finnick." He said almost too quickly for his liking, “Just wanted to talk to you." It was cocky the way he said it, but he couldn't help himself when you seemed so ready to bite back.

“Flattered, Finnick." You paused, like you were waiting for him to say something, “I'm working."

“And I'm a customer."

“Are you planning on buying anything?" Your hands moved from your face to the counter top.

“Maybe." He shrugged, his usual smug smile making its appearance.

You sighed like you were defeated, but your body language said otherwise. Maybe you'd wanted to talk to him just as much, but he'd been the one holding out on you. He'd like to think that even if it was presumptuous. “So, what does the Finnick Odair want to talk to me about?”

He didn't really know what he wanted to talk about, just that he wanted to talk to you. "The party, tomorrow night, are you coming?” It was a stupid question, you were at all of them, but much to his amusement you shrugged.

"Depends.”

"Depends on what?”

“Do you want me there?" You were bold and your aura exuded that even though if he stared deep enough into your eyes he could sense it hid other feelings.

“Are you flirting with me?" He clicked his tongue, head shaking as if it wasn't what he wanted.

“No."

“I don't believe you."

“Well it's your party, your house, I'm just asking permission." Your eyes widened, feigning innocence, and he decided you were nothing in short of perfect. Maybe he was just clouded because someone finally wasn't oooo’ing or ahhhh’ing at him. Or because he'd admired you from afar for so long that anything you said would be enough to draw him in. He also didn't really care because he'd made up his mind about liking your presence, more than that off any of his fickle friends.

“You've never asked permission before." The look on your face told him he'd caught you, that was your brain racking for a response before your face could slip back into its soft smile.

“You've never talked to me before." Maybe your words were even, but the way you fiddled with your necklace spoke measures to him.

“So you just show up at the houses of men you've never talked too?" Finnick teased, but he knew you'd always had plenty of invites from other people unlike the crazy fans who'd try to push their way into his home. Regardless, the parties were a way for him to keep up Capitol appearances and drown out his sorrows, so extra guests with actual connections to his social group hardly bothered him.

“If you wanted to talk to tell me it feels like I'm intruding, then you can just come out and say it. I get it and I won't go." You maintained a somewhat playful sound, but were so genuine it shocked him. So willing to give up your entire social scene if it made him slightly uncomfortable.

“No, I do want you there." He felt like he said it much too quickly, but he didn't regret it when your smile widened.

“Okay." You bit your bottom lip when another presence was ducking into the booth beside you. The local healer who whispered something to you. “You know you can have as many as you want for it, we can't thank you enough." You said earnestly. He handed you a couple of bottles of some type of medicine that you shoved into a netted bag before grabbing him a smaller box.

“Four or five?" The man said quietly and you filled the box with crabs before handing it to him. “Thank you, now you tell your mom I wished her the best and let me know how she's doing."

“Will do." You smiled as the man scurried off. “Sorry about that." Your attention was back on Finnick.

“Is your mom not well?" It was an obvious question but he wanted to show he cared, you just waved your hand in dismissal.

“She's okay, don't worry about it." So he respected the fact you didn't feel like opening up about it and moved onto playful banter again. “If you want me there and already knew I'd be there, why are you talking to me now?" You led the conversation back and it was obvious to him that it was a sore subject, perhaps you were one of those people who didn't like to trouble others with their problems.

“I can't talk to a pretty girl?”

"You talk to pretty girls all the time, Finnick Odair, and you've never talked to me before.” Your hands settled back up to support your face.

He leaned in closer, “Don't tell anyone, but maybe I needed to hype myself up before I talked to the prettiest one." Your laugh was addictive and he wished he could've seen more of how your face scrunched up when you buried it in your hands.

“God, you're treacherous." One of your hands decided to nervously play with an earring and the other went back to the necklace. “I bet that's what you tell all the pretty girls." Finnick's ears were blessed with another nervous laugh.

“Just you." He winked, grateful that he'd found an easy rhythm in talking to you. You were teasable, but would bite back, for the first time in a while he was glad he trusted his observations.

“You know flirting with the girl at the market to get free food only works for people not famous all across Panem."

“Good thing that's not why I'm flirting with the girl at the market then."

Your face was once again buried in your hands with a giggle, "You're dreadful. Is this how you usually entrap a girl, don't speak to her, and then it's all sweet talk?”

Finnick wished he could say it's because seeing you around gave him unexplainable butterflies deep within his stomach, but that wasn't a very suave explanation. “I had to make sure you didn't have a boyfriend first.” His voice was low and he could tell it was giving you goosebumps, or maybe you were just cold in your sundress.

"Oh, you're bold." You guffawed, “Besides you already have a hole in your story, there isn't a single person anyone would think I'm dating.”

"That's a bold-faced lie, sweet girl, most people think you do since he's always trailing around like a lost puppy.” If he was lucky you would melt at the pet name and you somewhat did before you scoffed.

"Who?" You didn't seem like the oblivious type, but so earnestly confused.

Finnick's eyes dragged over to a nearby booth where the subject stood, sulking and your eyes followed, “Looks like he might attack."

“Conway?" You shook your head so earnestly it made Finnick feel like he could blush from how ardently you wanted him to know you weren't taken. “No, no, no, no! God, no, he's just my friend. We're friends.”

"Have you told him that?” He smirked.

You were so cute, when you were biting back, when you were nervous, when you were embarrassed, he didn't know how a person could manage to be so adorable all the time. “Yes, he knows that, he's just, well he's just Conway. It's just a phase, he'll grow out of it." You rubbed your neck as a much more forced laugh escaped those perfect lips.

“Hopefully, looks like he's coming over to rip my throat out. Please come to my funeral, front row, no roses on the coffin, lilies preferably." Finnick pulled a faux terrified face as he clasped his hands together with his plea, successfully turning your laugh into a much more genuine one.

“Hi, Princess." Conway approached the booth and Finnick wondered how you could ever think he was getting over you. Behind the brunette's back he shot you a look, teasing you for as much which you seemed to instantly understand as you bit your lip with a shrug.

"Hey, Conway. You guys finished up?" You asked, that dazzling smile on your face.

“Yeah, mom was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight? Nixie and Delta had something they were excited to show you.”

“Yes of course! Tell them I have something for them too, and I'll meet you guys after I've dropped everything off at home."

“I'll walk you."

“I'm gonna walk her home." Finnick seized the opportunity, even if you said you were just friends he couldn't let himself lose the build up he was working for. Conway looked at him like he'd forgotten he was there and was angered to have remembered. “If you want me to, do you want me to?" Finnick looked back at you and you genuinely had a look of complete confusion.

"I always walk you home.” Conway said softly and Finnick wished he felt worse for interfering with another person's love, but he couldn't help that he felt a spark just by looking at you and fireworks in your presence.

"You wanna walk me home?” Your eyes were glued on Finnick, like you thought he'd just been bored and was going to leave after finding his enjoyment in flirting with you. He wanted to get inside your head, see why you were so vulnerable, prove to you that you deserved to feel better about yourself.

"Of course I do, sweet girl.” His voice was less focused on being charming and so earnest it rewarded him with the happiest, biggest smile he'd gotten out of you.

“I'll walk you home after dinner though, that way you're not walking home alone in the dark." Conway inserted himself once again and after a pause you shook yourself out of whatever haze you were in to turn to him.

“Thank you so much, you're so kind, Conway. Either way I still have to wait until everything closes or I sell out, so it could be a while."

“Oh, mom sent me over to buy the last half crate for dinner tomorrow,we've got some extra wiggle room, and we're all tired of trout and crawfish all the time. So a little something special until I'm sure we'll all get tired of the leftovers. Do you want to come tomorrow too?" He pulled out the money from his pocket to slip into your hand.

“Lucky you, I hope you all enjoy it!" You took the money to put into the small metal box where you must have been storing the cash. “I've got plans tomorrow or else I definitely would." You picked up a box to move the crabs into.

“Is there a party? You should've told me, mom won't want me to miss tomorrow and you'll have no one with you."

“Conway, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, I don't need to be watched over. I'm perfectly capable of myself." You handed him the crate, “Besides you hate going to them and I don't want to drag you to one just for you to mope in the corner."

“And I'll be there anyways." Finnick raised his hand as if to remind everyone he was still there and you did seem to soften when you looked at him.

“Yeah, Finnick, will be there. I'll be fine!"

Conway took a step closer to you as he filled his box, trying to whisper, but it wasn't hard for Finnick to eavesdrop. "You barely know him.”

You glared back at Conway and mouthed a ‘Stop it!" The much taller man seemed to reluctantly relent as he stepped away. “I just have to close everything up then, and I'll be ready to go." You look back at Finnick who nods and smiles.

“Let me help you."

“Oh no, you don't have to do that!" You quickly assure.

"Angel, I want to.” You seem to respond well to that pet name as well whereas Conway is instantly glaring into Finnick's head. He doesn't mean to be cocky, but Finnick can't resist a cocky shrug to the other man the moment you're going to retrieve your bag and the little metal container of money to shove into it. Finnick’s nimble fingers are quickly undoing the ropes holding the top up.

You exit the structure and walk up to him, “How'd you do that so fast, the knots always take me forever to undo."

Finnick can't hide his amusement with your awe,"Always been good with knots, I could show you sometime.”

You're nodding in agreement when suddenly your mouth is agape and you're playfully shoving him, “Finnick Odair, I hardly know you!"

“That's not what I meant, honestly!" He defends, laughing, and he's being truthful. It hadn't crossed his mind when he said it, he would love to show you how to tie a rope, he'd always found it calming. “Says a lot that your mind jumped to that though." He tilts his head and the way your eyes widen makes him wish he could feel how hot your face must be by now.

“You do barely know him." Conway mutters and Finnick wishes he would disappear.

You seem to regain your composure and point to the left, “I'm about 30 minutes that way, so you really don't have to walk me home if you don't want to, it's long."

“Stop worrying about me, I'm certain I want to walk you home."

You're nodding softly and biting your bottom lip, "Okay.” Swiftly you're leading the way, both men trailing behind and Finnick is annoyed that Conway is still sticking around, before he realizes his family's booth is in that direction. Suddenly you're stopping before basically leaping towards a booth, a fruit booth Finnick recognizes. “Douglas, you have peaches! Why didn't you say anything?"

The older man chuckles and gives you a knowing look, “Because you can't afford them and will barter me for them."

You gasp in mock offense, “So rude and after all this time too, Mrs. Damaris would be astounded by your behavior.”

"You know if you sneak me a couple of crabs tomorrow I'd give you a whole bag.”

"Your father would be angry-” Conway begins some sort of lecture when you're snapping at him like you'd also like to be rid of his presence.

"I know, Conway.” The look you shoot at him could kill, and Finnick feels a weird sense of elation knowing you're more peeved that Conway won't let you be alone with Finnick.

“Then I'm sorry, sweetheart, nothing's going to work on me this time. I've prepared myself."

Finnick is already pulling out his money, “It's okay, I've got it."

“No." Your resistance shocks him, he's used to people begging to be around his wealth and to charm you he's more than willing to she'll it out. “You're not buying things for me, Finnick. I'm serious." He says nothing, but doesn't return his money back to his pocket.

“Come on, princess, you'll live without one." Conway manages to still sound so kind and you purse your lips, refusing to satisfy the man you feel pestered by with a response. Finnick is busy trying to silently communicate with the vendor that whatever you try to barter he'll give him the money right after.

“My ring?" You hold up your hand, waving the finger around and the older man shakes his head.

“I can't accept every piece of jewelry you find on the beach."

You sigh dramatically and Finnick thinks he's finally been able to indicate to the vendor. “Mrs. Damaris would love this necklace, look it's got an actual ruby in it and I didn't find it. Someone gave it to me, it's worth a lot more than a peach and I only want one.” The man reluctantly exhales, glasses at the end of his nose, “Please Douglas, we barely ever get them here.” Your pout has to make you even more adorable and Finnick wonders how you can be so perfect.

“Fine!" The man grumbles with a sly smile and Finnick can tell the man would've taken the necklace even without the money he was about to give.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You gush as your fingers rush, struggling as you unclasp the necklace. Putting the necklace on the counter as the man hums. You take your time picking out the perfect peach before grabbing one, “I love you so much, Douglas, Mrs. Damaris is a lucky woman!" You began to walk off.

Douglas nods, “Sure she is, take care of yourself and bring some actual money next time." The moment your back is turned Finnick is putting the money on the table, with a little extra.

“Thank you." He mouths with a smile, grabbing the necklace.

“No, thank you. I've got no use for the necklace, or anything else she's given." The old man is shaking his head with a smile, grabbing the money. “You take care."

Finnick nods, catching up to you where he can hear another tense conversation between you and Conway. “God Conway, it doesn't matter. Tallulah gets me a gift every time I take care of her during a hangover because she feels bad, it doesn't matter. Yes it was pretty and I really liked it, but I'll tell her it fell off in the ocean and she'll buy me a new one.”

"You're just so careless sometimes, it's a fruit.” Conway shakes his head in disbelief.

"And it's just a necklace, what's your problem? It's not even from you, and it's not a big deal. I liked it, I'll probably miss it, but I might not have a peach for another year and Tallulah will have given me another gift by the end of the week for the hangover she'll definitely have from tomorrow night.”

"She's not a bank for you, and that trade was so uneven.”

"Why are you trying to make me feel guilty? That's not how I see her, I've been her friend for years and it's just how we work! You're being so weird about this and it's none of your business. I don't take her money, or ask for it, or let her pay for things, she just gives me them when I help her out!” Finnick finds himself being enraged at Conway for the way your voice shakes as you defend yourself, for the way he's making you seem selfish when you adamantly refused to let Finnick buy you something as small as a piece of fruit.

Finnick is suddenly standing beside you holding up the little heart necklace, it swinging in front of your face. You stop dead in your tracks, “Finnick." Your voice is so soft it makes him want to melt, "You don't even know me, Finnick. I don't need you to buy things for me, you don't have to do that. I traded it for a reason, go give it back.”

"He's much happier with the money, anyways, sweet girl. I have enough money to drown in, you're hardly breaking the bank with a peach. And I know you enough to want to do that for you. Can't a man buy things for a pretty girl?” You look like you might cry, but you don't allow yourself too and Finnick comes to the conclusion that you're not used to being helped, to have someone willing to just do things for you without some sort of transaction involved, and he's intent on changing that. "Red looks good on you, angel, let me put it back on you.” You're playing with your earrings as you finally slowly turn to let him clasp the necklace on. He adored the way you shiver when his fingers brush against your neck as he puts it on and the way you seem to miss his touch the moment it's gone. It's like fate designed the two of you to meet each other, to be perfect for one another and he's only just forced himself to talk to you.

He also gets a sick pleasure from how vexed it makes the other man vying for your affections. Within a few more steps you've arrived at the Delmare family booth and they're ecstatic to see you before they've calmed down. “I'll see you tonight?" Conway asks.

“Yes, of course." You offer a smile even though Finnick can tell you're still seething underneath and Conway nods somewhat sadly. You turn you back to him as keep walking, “So are you-"

“Yes, I'm sure I want to walk you home!" Finnick interrupts with a laugh and you accept the answer and finally begin to eat your peach. “Let me take your bag." He offers, hand reaching for it.

"It's okay I've got it.” You must have decided you're able to slip back into your normal playful tone, and he curses Conway in his mind for making you anxious enough to ever stop in the first place, “I know you must be used to women throwing themselves at your feet, but we are in fact strong enough to carry our own bags."

“You have an indent in your shoulder from it." He remarks, with what he's sure must be an infuriatingly smug smirk. You don't look at him as you seem to reason in your head that it is quite heavy and slowly pry it off your shoulder. He's grabbing it from your hand before you're even reaching out and although it's nothing for him, he's surprised by the weight. “Good thing I want to carry your bag even if you're a woman throwing yourself at my feet." He clicks his tongue as the two of you stroll down the cobblestone street.

You elbow him softly, “I'd say you're throwing yourself at mine."

“I'd agree and say I'm glad I am."

“Finnick." Your voice is suddenly much more serious.

“Yes, angel?"

“Seriously, why are you talking to me?" He assumes you must be trying to protect yourself and it hurts him to think you'd ever imagine that his intentions were anything less than true.

“Because I like you."

You laugh so delicately it could be carried into the breeze, “No you don't! We've never talked before, I mean you don't really know me at all."

“So you don't like me?" He teases, a glimmer in his eyes.

“No, I do, I mean, I just, that's different." You stutter through it, hands moving as you speak.

“How's it different?"

“Because you're you, you're Finnick Odair, everyone likes you and if they don't they're stupid. And I'm just, I mean I'm just some girl, who you've been trying to fluster."

“People talk about you too, I see you around, listen to you, what you say, what people say about you, and I've decided that I like you. And I think that if you didn't want to be flustered, you'd tell me. That's it, that's the explanation, and I'm talking to you so I can really know you.”

There's a silence where you must be deciding if you're satisfied with his answer, "What do you want to know about me?” The walk to your house seems to go by too fast with the stories and banter, the way you sass him back and then get ruffled when he makes flirty remarks before you make them back, and the way you savor each bite of that peach like you'll never have one again, which he'll make sure you will. He's already mourning your company when you're walking up to the door, “This is me, I know, it's not much to look at." It's a dilapidated little house, cracked, white brick and he can tell it used to be nice. You're slowly walking up to the door and he hopes you feel the same way he does.

"Go out with me tomorrow.” Finnick says abruptly.

"What?” You turn to him, trying to not act as giddy as he can tell you are.

"Tomorrow, just you and me, an actual date. It's a Sunday, so the market will be closed. We can picnic by the water, there's a lovely, private piece of beach in Victor's Village and we'll swim, we can do whatever else you want too.” He tries to sound nonchalant as he runs his hands through his hair.

"Okay.” You nodded, fingers running up and down the chain on your necklace. "Yes, I'd like that.”

"Okay, good, that's good.” He doesn't mean to seem desperate for your time, but he is. “I can be here at noon? I'll walk you."

“Yeah." You muttered, by now you're both standing at your front door. Staring at him and he prays you'll never go inside and just stand here with him. “My bag."

“Sorry, yes, your bag!" He pulls it off his shoulder and feels more embarrassed than he ought to be, “Sorry!" But you just laugh it off as he hands it to you.

"It's okay.” You're back is to the door, slowly pushing the handle. He wants to kiss you, but he's already moving so fast with everything else, he figures that he better let you have something to wait for even if it's disappointing to you know, it disappoints him too.

"I'll see you tomorrow, at 12.” He reiterates, feeling like a magnet being pushed away from his other half as he steps away, ready to fly back forward.

You do look somewhat let down as he moves away, but he has to be resilient,"Thank you, Finnick! Have a good night.”

"Have a good night, sweet girl!” He flashes his Panem adored smile and forces himself to turn his back towards you. Finnick decides he's glad he listened to the caverns of his soul when they called him to you. He can't help himself from being so forward with you when he's already so sure, like he's been with no one before, that you must be meant to be and he's running back to the marketplace praying that Douglas hadn't yet closed down shop.

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Doctors occasionally hover above him and the ceiling is white, which is all he knows when he's in his sedated state. Sometimes they let him be without, but he can't process their questions, not when he's thinking of you which sometimes leads him back to being sedated when he starts lashing out at the nurses and doctors. Screaming, insisting you need to be saved. He's not sure when he asked, but at some point they give him a piece of rope which he diligently ties knots in to calm himself. It always seemed to work until he thought about how hard he tried to help you master different knots, but your hands would fumble. At some point he'd become sure that you did it on purpose so that his fingers would be by yours and his back pressed up against you, but he didn't care, it was heartwarming. Then he would fly into a fit again.

The same thing had happened when they'd brought him some type of dry oatmeal usually with a mix of berries that made it barely tolerable, once he could've sworn he caught a whiff of peaches in it that had him desperately trying to inhale the scent. Sobbing over the bowl until his nose was so stuffed he could no longer smell it, smell you and the sobbing became too uncontrollable. The doctors couldn't calm him down and he was once again sedated.

For weeks that's all his life was. Haunted by you, what could be happening to you, all the things he missed about you and trying to stay calm enough that he wasn't being restrained or returned to a cloudy state. Although the sedation sometimes brought back good memories he could dissociate into, other times all he could picture were all the things the Capitol, that Snow could be doing to you.

What if you were still being sold off like some kind of doll on top of what you were having to endure. And you'd have no one to comfort you at the end of the day which would drive you to insanity. Or he could picture you hypothermic on the floor. Or being taunted with jabberjays screaming in his voice. Or it could be a violent torture. He could picture thousands of unpleasant things that made him wish the rope was long enough to be a noose.

Sometimes he'd picture the last time he saw you, begging with him to not be upset when you parted ways with Katniss' insistence. Each time he thought about it he'd come to a different conclusion. Most of the time he blamed himself for letting you go, for not fighting harder to stay together or not tearing out your tracker right before you left even if it alerted someone of the plan. Sometimes he'd blame Katniss for forcing your hand in the first place, why couldn't she have just followed the plan that had been so carefully structured out. And on a rare occasion he blamed you for trying to follow the objective of keeping Katniss safe and leaving him, for not remembering to take out the tracker, for not keeping your promise. Which would then make him sick with himself for thinking anything slightly negative about your actions when you were probably enduring unbearable lengths of pain for him, for the rebellion.

On the lucky occasion where he wasn't heavily sedated he'd been anxiously tying small knots into the rope when the television began playing some mandated report from the Capitol and there was Peeta. Proclaiming how he and Katniss knew nothing about the rebel plan, that Katniss had coincidentally shot her arrow into the dome when the lighting struck, and how there needed to be a ceasefire. Finnick wished he hadn't told you about the rebel plan, that you would just be bait, not someone trying to hide that they had some semblance of information regarding the rebel plan to get out of the arena. He'd signed your death warrant and delivered it straight into the Capitol's cold hands.

Finnick got swept up in his thoughts of what he could've done differently, how much he despised himself for not doing so when suddenly it was your voice on that television screen.

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Ayeee bebe can you write something for me where you and your (shitty) friends get captured by the Hewitts and Tommy immediately takes a liking to you and basically begs his mama to not kill you and, seeing as he’s never acted like this about a girl before, she’s says okay. Basically you don’t really care that your friends were killed cause they were shitty to you all the time and you develop feelings for Tommy and you guys fall in love and maybe a part where a victim hurts you trying to get away and Tommy goes full protective murder man mode on them then he fixes you up…….? THANK YOU 🖤❤️

(Un)fortunate Circumstances

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

TW: cursing, bullying, gore, character death, implied cannibalism

You were sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard located behind the dorms of your college. You kept re-reading the letter, hands trembling and hoping that somehow the letters would change and release you from this situation.

It was offically spring break and you were ecstatic to finally spend time away from your friends that has causes nothing but heartache throughout the semester. However, the letter in your hands changed your plans in a second.

It was a letter that offically declared the passing of your grandfather, attached with it was his will, declaring that you were now the rightful owner of his estate and surrounding land in the middle of Texas. When you were a little girl, you used to visit him during the summer to spend time with him. He was lonely since he lost his wife a couple years before you were born and he always looked forward to your visitations. However, it has been nearly a decade since you last visited him and you felt your heart breaking at the realization.

Still, you could feel the stress beginning to build at the problems you would have to deal with over the course of your vacation. Discussing your grandfather's funeral, arranging the estate, decide if you even wanted to keep the damn thing, etc.

As you continued to ponder, you were unable to detect two college girls heading towards you.

"What's this?" You heard before the letters were snatched from your grasp, the delicate paper threatening to tear. "A letter from a secret lover, y/n?"

"Hey!" You quickly stood and turned towards the group, instnatly recognizing them as your college 'friends.'

Tabitha, the leader of your friend group read through the letter as Alex snickered behind her. "Aww, your grandpa died? That really sucks." She said, fake sympathy in her tone.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Okay, Tabby, can I have that back now? That's important." You tried reaching for the letters but Tabitha quickly dodged from your reach.

"Oh my god! You own an estate now?!" She practically screamed in excitement while Alex stepped closer to read the letters in her hands better. "Shut up! We could totally use this for a huge party!"

"Wait, no, no, that's not happening!" You interjected, quickly snatching the letters from her hands successfully which made her glare towards you. "I'm not even sure what I want to do with it. I was gonna-"

"Like, check it out? We should totally go with you!" Alex interrupted, your other friend that was practically Tabitha's sidesick that copied everything she did.

You shook your head and turned to grab your satchel resting on the bench. "No, that's alright."

"No! We insist, you shouldn't go alone, anyways, there could be like murderers or something." Tabitha said, grabbing your shoulders and giving them a little shake. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

'Not like you would care if I died anyway.' You thought to yourself.

Fuller, Texas was ever changeless. Despite how many years it has been since you last appeared, it seemed that not many structures have been replaced. However, when your vehicle passed through the small town, you noticed the lack of civilization.

When you were younger, there were plenty of people that roamed the streets doing their usual activities, now it seemed completely deserted. You were envious at the solitude because your friends have done nothing but complain about the heat and boredom.

"Are we almost there yet?!" Tabitha exclaimed, fiddling with the a/c despite it already being at the highest setting.

Your hands directing the steering wheel clenched, annoyance seeping through your conscious. "We just need to go further down route 17 and we'll be there." You replied, slightly seething at her behavior.

After thirty minutes of driving and preventing yourself from steering into a tree, you have finally arrived at the estate. Throughout the entirety of the drive down route 17, you only drove passed one police car.

The building was old and seemed to be falling apart in some places, however, it looked perfect. You weren't expecting the sudden sentimental feeling to creep into your chest, staring at the building as Tabitha and Alex quickly left the car to run up the porch.

"Fucking hurry up, y/n!" Alex yelled, staring towards the car that you still resided in. "We wanna use the bathroom!"

You sighed to yourself before exiting the car.

However, before you could head up the creaky steps of the porch, you could hear the sounds of sirens and tires disturbing the gravel a little ways down the road.

You turned towards the sound, confusion plastered in your features, noticing it was the same police car that you've seen in town. After pulling up onto the makeshift driveway, the car parked just near your own vehicle. You were slightly unnerved while Tabitha and Alex stepped down from the porch to take their place next to you.

The sheriff turned off the sirens and the engine of the car before stepping out, placing his hat upon his head. "Afternoon, ladies." He greeted, thick Southern accent lacing his words. You quickly noticed the shotgun he pulled out of the front seat before shutting the door.

Tabitha and Alex refused to say anything, a little apprehensive while you continued to stare at him unsure, yet you tried to remain calm at the situation.

"Afternoon! Is...there something wrong?" You asked, watching as he headed towards where you were stationed. You tensed a little, eyeing the deadly weapon as he gave you three a smirk.

"Just making sure you ladies ain't up to no good here." He responded, peering at you over his shades, "Man that lived here passed away recently, from my knowledge he had no family."

"Oh! He was actually my grandfather, I was supposed to look after this place for a while." You corrected softly, lightly pushing Tabitha away as she tried holding your arm.

"Got any proof of that miss...?"

"(L/N). It's in my car if you'd like to take a look, Officer..." You glanced towards his badge, "Officer Hoyt." You replied, small smile.

"Go on then, ain't got all day." Hoyt replied, gesturing to your car with the barrel of his gun. He was starting to get a little hostile and you didn't want to set him off by being slow.

You nodded and quickly started to head towards your car, the officer following behind you while your friends crept along, holding each other. The sight made you want to roll your eyes but you didn't want the man with the gun to think you had an attitude.

"It's in my glove compartment." You informed, unlocking the car and leaning in to take out the letters you safetly kept stashed away.

*Click*

You froze, eyes widening at the distinct sound of the shotgun being cocked and feeling the pressure of the barrel against the back of your skull. You slowly raised your hands by your head, the papers held in your shaky grasp.

"Now, we are gonna take this nice and easy and set you girls in the back of my car. Think ya'll can do that?" Hoyt prompted, glancing at the other girls that were close to pissing themselves. "I wasn't askin' nicely!"

Tabitha was sobbing, gripping on Alex as they both hesitated in going into the police car. "Sir, please-"

Alex quickly chimed in, without a doubt esculating the situation further. "What kind of sheriff are you?! You can't do this!"

"Just get in the fucking car, dammit!" You shouted, frustrated and a little scared that your friends were going to get you killed since Hoyt had no problem keeping the barrel against your head. "Just fucking listen to him!"

"You heard the lady." He smirked, placing down the shotgun. You barely had a moment to take a breath before he roughly grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and drag you to your friends.

Tabitha and Alex quickly stepped back and watched as Hoyt opened the door to the backside and practically threw you onto the seats. With little persuasion, your friends quickly followed.

Hoyt was getting ready to slam the door closed before Alex decided to make one last statement. "You can't do this! I know my rights!" Her words were choked behind the tears that streamed down her face.

Hoyt leaned down slightly, peering over his shades to look at her with a scowl on his face. "You have the right to shut the fuck up." With that, the barrel of the shotgun was pointed right in her face.

Tabitha screamed as the shotgun boomed loudly, Alex's brain matter scattered across the seat and decorating your clothes and faces. As Tabitha continued screaming in fear, Hoyt closed the door and placed himself in the driver's seat. Without another word, he turned on the engine and started making his way out of the driveway and down the road.

You couldn't scream, you couldn't even cry at the situation you were in. You didn't know if you were simply going into shock or shutting down. Yet, the image of Alex's face caving in from the powerful blast of the shotgun repeated itself in your mind on a tangent loop. Yet, you couldn't feel anything other than relief. Relief that it was her, not you.

After a few minutes, Hoyt glanced at the rearview mirror, capturing your gaze as it peered into his own.

"You're an awfully quiet one." He smirked before returning his eyes to the road. "Tommy would sure like you."

'Tommy?'

You flinched as Hoyt abruptly slammed on the breaks, nearly launching Tabitha and you out of your seats. The entire ride, Tabitha had been clinging onto your arm, sobbing into your shoulder as you resisted the urge to push her off you. Throughout the journey, your mind had completely shut down and you were just now able to analyze your current surroundings.

You glanced through the window beside you, pressing your forehead against the glass while Hoyt grabbed his shotgun and exited the car, muttering to himself something you couldn't make out. The building you were parked near was an estate, slightly bigger than your grandfather's. You continued looking around, slightly nudging Tabitha away and noticing a barn along with other structures including a cattle pen and junkyard.

"Thomas, get your ass out here, boy!" Hoyt boomed, slamming the door closed with a slam causing you to flinch slightly.

Tabitha took this moment to make things a little worse, gripping your shoulder desperately and whispering in your ear, "W-We need to get outta here. You and me, we gotta escape." Her tears continued dripping down her cheeks and you wondered when she would finally become dehydrated and keep quiet.

Suddenly, the sounds of revving machinery and a door slamming open and closed filled your ears. The deafening sounds caused you to quickly pull away from Tabitha to gaze through the glass window. You gasped, seeing the behemoth of a man charging towards the vehicle with a chainsaw raised above his head in a threatening manner. You quickly backed away from the window as the enormous being paused in front of Hoyt, as if awaiting instruction.

You realized that this man was Tommy.

You watched the exchange, words from Hoyt muffled and it was hard to understand what he was saying.

"Now I want you to take this pretty bitch," He gestured towards Tabitha, "down to the basement for supper, you understand?"

When the giant man simply nodded he continued, a smirk growing on his face. "I brought you somethin' special, boy. Pretty, young plaything for you since you lonely."

The colossal man hesitated before turning off the chainsaw's engine and making his way towards the car in large strides. Practically ripping the door off its hinges, Tabitha screamed as Alex's bloodied figure was carelessly thrown out of the car. Thomas proceeded to grab Tabitha and drag her out of the car. You forced yourself to wedge away from her grabbing hands in an effort to save herself.

With a loud grunt, Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her from the seats, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and rushing away to follow Hoyt's instruction. Her screeches fading away as he entered the house.

You were about to open your car door until Hoyt turned towards you, leaving you frozen as you awaited for your own fate.

'Oh, shit.' You thought to yourself, watching as Hoyt made his way over to your side and yanked the door open. Not even a second later, he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of the car.

You struggled to adjust your footing, hopelessly trying to prevent yourself from falling flat on your face. However, the sheer force of Hoyt's rough handling resulted in you resulted in you slamming into the ground.

"Fuck!" You cursed, feeling the stinging sensation on your palms from scraping them against the dirt and small pebbles.

"Damn bitch, you really are we-!" Suddenly, Hoyt's words were cut off with a shout, his grip ripped away from you and you took the time to situate yourself to sitting on your ass.

You gasped a little, glancing up and witnessing Thomas hovering over Hoyt menacingly, breathing heavily and without his chainsaw. Witnessing that, it insinuated that he ran to your aid. "The fuck's the matter with you, boy?!"

Thomas ignored him, turning towards you and bent down to, you assume, to manhandle you like he did with Tabitha. However, you were surprised when instead, he proceeded to check over you.

His giant hands hesitated as he grabbed your wrists to check over your own. The surface of his hands were warm and on the verge of engulfing your own as he checked for any signs of serious injury.

He grunted in irritation, seeing the small cuts on your palms from your fall and giving Hoyt a look. Without bothering to listen to the smaller man's complaints, he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. He placed you over his shoulder, more gentle and secure than with Tabitha, hand gripping the back of your thighs to prevent you from falling or struggling in your opinion.

He quickly walked away while you clung onto the dirty fabric of his shirt in slight fear. You didn't know what he was going to do to you or what he did with Tabitha.

As he entered his home, you expected him to throw you down into the basement, however he turned the opposite direction and headed into another room. From your upside-down perspective, you figured it was the living room. He paused in front of the couch, slowly and carefully placing you down on the cushions.

You looked upward, staring at him as he turned to take a seat besides you, breathing heavily and avoiding your gaze, his own towards the ground.

You felt a little sick, realizing you thought he looked attractive in this moment.

You hesitated, not wanting to set him off by bothering him further, yet you couldn't relax until you had some answers, answers for your fate. "Tommy?"

Tommy barely acknowledged you, head tilting in your direction without tearing his gaze away from the wooden floor.

Finally, you could feel the tears cloud your vision, "Am I going to die here?"

Apparently not.

A couple days have passed since you've arrived at the Hewitt house. Survival wasn't necessary too difficult after you discovered your purpose for staying alive.

You were supposed to be Thomas' wife, that much was given when Hoyt kept making horrid jokes that were borderline sexual about you and Thomas' relationship or lack thereof. Despite your 'relationship' just starting, Thomas' been very touchy and overprotective. Whenever Hoyt would bother you, he would grasp your wrist and pull you out of the room.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, taking out some plates to prepare for dinner, taking some of the load from Luda Mae. The rest were somewhere in the house, Thomas most likely in the basement or outside. While setting down the plates on the table, you still felt a little sick. Your mind replaying the traumatic event of eating Alex during your first night here. You shuddered, refusing to remember how much you threw up when Hoyt teased you about your supposed friend.

You gasped, feeling an arm wrap itself around your throat while the other wrapped around your waist. Instinctively, you struggled against the attacker, hoping in vain that you were able to throw them off.

"S-Stop struggling!" You froze at the sound of Tabitha's croaky voice that was on the verge of disappearing, eyes wide. "Y-You need to help me."

"Tabitha..." You wheezed, struggling a little more which only made her grip tighten. "You're hurting me..."

"I-I don't want to..." She whispered and you gasped, feeling the sharpness of something poking your side. You quickly realized it was a knife that she must have grabbed while you were distracted. "But I will if you don't help me..."

"Damn you." You managed to muster up as your friend began leading you towards the exit of the kitchen.

"J-Just listen to me, I wanna leave but you can stay and I won't tell anyone. You just need to let me escape." She glanced around before nudging you to the hallway. "We're gonna leave through the back."

Despite yourself, you smirked as you listened to her instructions and headed down the hallway. The bitch finally wanted to be a badass. As you made your way to the door, that smirk dropped.

Quick as a bullet, you forced yourself against Tabitha, slamming her into the wall with yourself as added weight. Tabitha yelped from the force, struggling to right herself as you pulled away.

"Thomas!" You took this time to rush down the hallway, however arms wrapped around your legs, causing you to slam into the ground. "Fuck! Hoyt, Hoyt!" You screamed as Tabitha tried crawling onto you.

"What in the hell?!" You heard the distant voice of Hoyt from the other room and never thought you would enjoy hearing him yell around the house. "Thomas!"

"Hoyt!" You screamed, struggling against Tabitha as she tried pinning you down. "In the hallway!"

Hoyt appeared around the corner, shotgun in his hands as he assessed the situation. "How the hell you get out, bitch?!" He yelled, pointing the gun at her.

"Fuck you!" She yelled and with sudden strength, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and bent you back uncomfortably. You paused as you felt the knife press against your throat again. "I'll kill her, I fucking swear!"

The smirk returned on your face, calling her Bluff yet you decided to entertain her. You knew she wasn't a killer and you knew she was going to die here.

The hallway was still, quiet, before a smirk begin appearing on Hoyt's face, lowering his shotgun. "Why don't you tell that to him?"

Slow, booming footsteps behind you made the beat of your heart quicken before the looming shadow of a person shrouded you and Tabitha in darkness. Heavy breathing made your racing heart skip a beat.

"Thomas..." You whispered to yourself.

"What the fuck..." Tabitha croaked before glancing behind her, screaming when she saw the monsterous creature standing over you. "Fuck! What the fuck!"

Using her distraction, you managed to push her off, crawling away towards Hoyt as Thomas' rage-filled groans and revving of an engine filled the air. Pausing at Hoyt's feet, you glanced behind you.

Thomas gripped your friend by her shirt, using his profound strength to throw her against the wall. Using his momentum, he plunged the spinning chain through her chest, her yells turning into fatal screams. Flesh ripped apart and blood spashing everywhere, your friend fell to the ground as your man pulled the metal out from her chest.

Hoyt glanced down at you before returning his gaze to Thomas as the giant man turned off the chainsaw. "Clean this shit up." He left without another word.

Thomas was staring towards the ground where your friend's mangled body was resting. He grunted before turning towards you, his dark eyes boring into your own.

You smiled towards him as he made his way over to you. In that moment you realized, that Thomas was always going to be your protector, despite these unfortunate circumstances.

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That Go Wrong

Pairing: Ex-husband John Price x GN!reader

TW//CW: Angst, yelling, fighting, self harming habits (hair pulling and digging into palms), reader really pops off on John, hurt/kinda comfort at the end. Kinda.

A/N: I do promise this is going to have a happy ending, just need a little more hurt first.

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"I should have known-" You stood up, a wave of nausea and self disgust hitting you. You felt dizzy, unstable on your feet. There was a buzzing in your head, a thread pulling itself too taut, threatening to snap.

"No, please- just listen." John reached for you, trying to grab your wrist. Stop you from pulling away, stop you from running. He was desperate, the way he was looking at you almost made you have pause, have sympathy. Maybe if you could focus right now you would have listened. But you were too high strung.

"No! I should have known. Really, I should have. John Price, the man who is incapable of change randomly runs into me? His ex-wife at the grocery store? You planned the whole thing. You orchestrated all of it!" You couldn't stop yourself from yelling, snapping. All semblance of self control out the window. It felt like your throat was closing, like if you didn't yell you'd suffocate.

You always tried not to yell, it hurt your voice, and only ever brought more contention.

You couldn't stop yourself right now. You could feel your blood pumping through your veins, you were shaking. Trying desperately to hide it.

"Love, please. Please calm down." John stood up, keeping his head down. He didn't want you to feel like he was trying to intimidate you. He wouldn't yell back. He refused to be that man to you ever again.

"Where'd you find the questions?" You took a small stumbling step back away from him. Your mouth felt dry, like you'd swallowed cotton, to compensate for how you felt your tone was harsh, dripping with venom to try to rehydrate yourself with something. Anything.

Everything felt so wrong. This felt so wrong. You weren't allowed to treat people this way.

"That doesn't matter." He didn't approach, he let you have your space, kept his hands in your view. He wasn't going to hurt you, and he needed you to understand that.

"Where did you get the questions." You repeat yourself, holding your ground. You wanted your tone to bite, you wanted to pump the venom you felt into his bloodstream. You wanted him to feel what you'd felt all your life. Agony.

"An article. I found them in an article." He confessed, taking a deep breath. You'd rarely seen him look so defeated, so knocked down.

"What article?" You wanted him down, needed to know you were capable of inflicting the same pain on others that you carried inside of you.

"Thirty six questions to fall in love." He looked down, not being able to meet your gaze.

"Of course. Of course you did!" You wanted him to look at you, you wanted him to witness you. You needed him to see you now.

You'd put on a spectacle to force his eyes onto you.

"Darlin' listen." He spoke softly to you, his refusal to escalate this was driving you insane.

"No! I will not listen to you another minute of my life. I will not allow you to ever influence me or tell me what's right or wrong ever again." You couldn't tell if your hands were shaking from the restraint you needed to use not to grab him, to hurt him. Or if you were losing it.

Your blood was boiling with all the heat of the fire from the burning house you'd been raised in. It was scorching you from the inside, needing to finally be released. Fighting to burn something other than you for once.

"Okay. Then, just yell. Yell at me all you need." He wasn't worried you'd hit him. You never had. You weren't that kind of person, even when blinded by rage or hatred you'd never tried to hit anyone. You were more of a self destructive person when angry.

"Don't tell me what to do!" John could hear the way your vocal cords were tearing themselves apart. You were hurting your voice, he was sure it burned. You sounded more like an animal than a person, like a wild bobcat screaming in the middle of the woods.

"Okay. I won't speak." He put his hands down, letting you get out of your system what you needed to.

You were waiting for him to shut you up, to tell you that you couldn't act like this. You were waiting for his hands to grab you and force you to calm down, to settle. You weren't sure if you could otherwise. But he wasn't, he was letting you burn you both.

"Why? Why?! Why would you do this? Wasn't the damage you did last time enough? Do you enjoy it? Do you enjoy kicking me down and stepping on me?" Your eyes stung, but you refused to cry right now. You wouldn't let that weakness show. Not now.

He stayed quiet, letting you yell and scream at him. Even if you meant these things to personally hurt him, he tried not to let them sink too far into him. These words were meant towards a man he buried. These words were aimed towards more people than just him.

"I'm so sick of this. All of this. When will someone come into my life not because they want something from me or to get something from me but instead because they simply enjoy being around me? Why am I not enough?" Your voice was cracking, getting scratchy in your throat, it felt like you'd swallowed a red hot dagger. Yet, you wouldn't stop abusing it. You wouldn't stop until you had no voice left to hurt him with.

"It's not like that-" You cut him off, not allowing him to speak. He needed to learn to listen. Needed to learn where his place currently was.

"Why am I not allowed to think for myself? Why can't I make my own choices? What is it about me that says it's okay to control me? Is it written on my forehead? Why has it always been this way?" You were getting animated, moving around the living room, you needed to stay in motion. Otherwise he'd see how badly you were shaking. How nauseas you were making yourself from being so mean. You'd never exploded on someone like this.

This all felt like a double edged sword, but as long as you cut him deeper than you let yourself get cut it'd be okay. As long as you weren't the only one licking wounds at the end of this you'd make it through.

This anger felt all consuming, you weren't sure if you wanted to burn out or be extinguished. But right now you just wanted to burn.

"You seem to think that you'll get exactly what you want, but don't expect the stars to line up for you. You're not that special. No one is. The quicker you learn that the sooner you can get over yourself." You couldn't stop yourself. You needed to let this all out. You were sick and tired of being wronged and people thinking you wouldn't retaliate.

John's silence kept you going, the need to fill the silence forcing your tongue to lash out, to say things you would normally chastise yourself for even thinking.

Your chest was heaving, you felt like you were consuming all the oxygen in the room. The animalistic rise and fall of your shoulders felt unnaturally right, you could taste blood in your mouth. The more your throat hurt the more you felt like you had to keep going. Like you had something to prove through your own destruction and pain.

"You don't think I see what you are? You don't think I know what a snake looks like? I've been bitten enough times that I know not to pick them up anymore." Everything in the room looked so fragile, so breakable, but you refused to touch anything. You would not become your father when he was frustrated.

You felt so unbelievably cold, yet you were burning up at the same time. You were losing track of what exactly was going on, what exactly you were saying. Yet at the same time you knew exactly what you were saying, knew exactly what you've been trying to say for so many years. Knew what you'd been feeling deep inside for so long.

"You will never understand how I felt when I was with you. How trapped, how chained and battered. Everyday I spent with you felt like a thousand needles were being stabbed into each and every nerve in my body." Your nails dug into your palms, you needed to yell louder, needed to scream harder. Needed to silence everything else with the volume of your anger.

That was the only way you could be heard.

"I bowed down to you, I was like a dog on your heel. Listening to your every command. I was terrified of you. Terrified of the repercussions of not listening to you." It wasn't enough. It wasn't hurting enough. Neither of you were bleeding out enough.

"I never hurt you, I never would have hurt you." John tried to reason with you. He needed to cling to the one boundary he never crossed, the one thing he always had enough sense to never do.

There were a few things he would never do, something's that were ingrained into his very character as being wrong, that if he ever did them he would become a monster even to himself.

"You didn't have to. I knew what you could do. I saw what you could do. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, trying to do whatever I could to just stay in your good graces, even if it was something I wasn't comfortable doing. I was living under your thumb, hoping you wouldn't pass judgment on me." He knew he scared you, he'd tried so hard to reverse that image you had of him.

The harder he'd tried the more frustrated he'd got. In trying to atone he'd only made things worse.

In his time apart from you he'd deconstructed himself, all his actions. Everything that's happened during your relationship and marriage. He knew where he'd gone wrong. And he knew how to fix things now.

The first thing he did when he realized he needed to change was lay his past self to rest.

He wasn't angry with you anymore. Wouldn't allow himself to be angry with you ever again.

"I didn't want half the shit you gave me! I didn't want to go to pubs, I didn't want to get paraded around. I didn't want to feel like a bird in your cage. I didn't want you to hurt people for me, I wanted you to take me away from it all!" All your screaming and yelling was just trying to say one thing.

The one thing that would have fixed everything to begin with. The one thing he stopped doing when he should have done it more.

"All I wanted was for you to love me. All I wanted was for you to be the man you promised you'd be. I wanted you to be the knight in shining armor you advertised yourself to be. You promised to get me out of my home, but all you did was change the wallpaper."

Show.

"I was so young, so naive. I thought you wanted to help me, you said you were going to help me. You were supposed to help me!"

You.

"Can you see me now? Can you see what the result of all the shit I've been through has done to me? None of it made me stronger, I am no better off for any of it. I am hurt and damaged in ways that I can never recover from. You know, I haven't even been able to date anyone since you? You've more than ruined me for anyone else."

Love.

"I could never get to know someone else without them having to know your name." Everything that had happened between you two was unraveling in front of you. All the pain, the promises, the lies. All the years spent together were falling apart and crumbling, turning to nothing more than ashes that could blow away in the wind and revitalize the soil for something new.

"Was it really so hard to really love me? To fill me so full with your love and care that I couldn't feel the empty side of our bed when you were gone? I was okay with you going. But even when you came home your side of the bed felt no warmer." You'd always had a black spot of loneliness inside of you, for a while John had managed to make it go away, diminish it to a point you couldn't feel it. It didn't last though, it only grew worse when John's distance was the reason for it.

"No, I'm sorry. I love you. I don't know how I lost sight of that back then. I don't know why my love was so unspoken, so unacted upon. I just didn't know how to love you the way you needed. That's my fault. I know now what you wanted. What you tried to tell me you wanted." John took a small step closer to you, you'd burned enough. It was time to calm down. "I thought I was giving you everything you wanted. But I wasn't."

"Why was I not worthy of being loved properly then? Why couldn't you have changed for them? Why couldn't you have saved them? Isn't that your job? To save people." You stepped away from him, your voice cracking, it was getting less audible, yet you still forced it to work. Forced it past its limits, forced it despite the pain.

"You were worth it. I was the one who had problems. I had this idea of how a relationship should look, I thought it was just a checklist of things we needed to have. I didn't understand the way to achieve a good relationship wasn't through force. I didn't know we could be happy without having everything. I didn't know all you wanted was for me to love you. I was raised a certain way, and that's not an excuse. But I was young too." He was right, you knew he was right.

Something about knowing there was no one you could ever fully blame almost infuriated you more. Knowing that it was the flaws in human behavior that made you the way you were, that there was no real villain or obstacle you could defeat or overcome.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that everyone had their agency, that people often used that agency to damage others. It wasn't fair the life you'd lived. But it wasn't fair the life John lived either. You'd hurt him just now, you'd perpetuated the whole nasty cycle.

Running your hands through your hair you screamed, it didn't sound like any noise a human being was capable of. That any human being should ever be capable of. Everything was just so wrong.

You refused to burn out yet, you refused to go out when you still felt so much pain. Not when the hole of loneliness felt more like a gaping chest wound. Maybe it was never loneliness. Maybe it's always been emptiness. Maybe it was a feeling you could never get rid of. Never stop feeling.

You could never stop feeling the emptiness of the things you needed but were denied.

You needed one more cut, one more outcry, one more thing before you weren't even a hot coal anymore. "You are just like my mother." At some point running your hands through your hair became pulling, tugging, yanking.

"That's enough!" John snapped, yelling at you, immediately making you freeze, the fire in your veins turning to ice.

Your brows knit tightly, you looked so scared, hurt. As if he'd driven a knife right through you, maybe all he'd done was pass through a hole that was already there, touching its edges, reminding you of that pain of the original wound.

He hated that this had to come to him raising his voice to you. But he didn't know any other way to get you to stop and calm down.

Couldn't you see? You were hurting yourself. The self he loved so dearly.

"You took my mind forcefully, but I willingly gave you my heart." Breaking down you began to cry, sobbing like a little kid who fell down and scraped their knee from running too fast for their legs to keep up.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He opened his arms to you, letting you step into him and cry. Wrapping his arms around you he gently pet your head, guiding you to nuzzle your face into him. Letting you hide in him.

"I just wanted things to work out. I thought I could learn to live in those conditions. But I couldn't. I just... I couldn't." You continued to cry, clutching onto him, holding him so tightly you were scared he'd fall apart in your arms, blow away like a memory.

"You should have never had to feel that way. Ever. I wish I could go back, redo the whole thing. I wish I could go back as I am now, take care of you then. The knowledge I have now is the knowledge I needed then. I'm sorry I wasn't the person either of us needed. It's my fault." He pressed his face into your temple, he could feel now just how badly you were shaking.

He could feel every tremor shooting through your bones. Every tense convulsion of your muscles.

"It's not all your fault. That's not fair. We both played our roles, I'm not blameless. I'm not guiltless." You'd played too much of a blame game tonight. You'd always known the downfall of your marriage was the cause of you both.

"I fed off of the faults in how you were raised, I used those against you to try to keep you. That wasn't right." John's words brought a lot of peace to you. Accountability, that's all you ever wanted to receive. All you wanted to give in return.

"I did that too, even if you didn't realize it. I manipulated you too. I'm sorry." Of course he'd known, it was something he'd long since forgiven. He understood. Better than most.

He continued to hold you, letting you receive the unconditional comfort you needed from him. Letting you have something from him that he could give you, not expecting anything in return "I think you should just go."

"I understand." He kissed your temple, letting you be the one to pull away. "I'll go. And if you don't want to see me ever again you don't have to. I'll never bother you again. I'll never orchestrate something like this again. I just- I needed to see you again. I needed closure for something I never really let rest."

"Drive safe, okay? Promise me?" You held his hand as you led him to the door, fully intending on never seeing him again.

"I promise I'll drive safely." He gave your hand a squeeze. "If you promise to take care of yourself."

"I promise."

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Rescue pt. 1: knight!price x princess!reader

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, medieval standard for women, attempted kidnapping

The king was worse than you imagined, but perhaps you were being dramatic.

He had done nothing but spoke of himself, the money he had and everything else about him. You don't don't think you'd ever met a man who was more full of himself than the king and yet no one seemed to find an issue with that.

You had barely spoken to him, not that he gave you a chance, and he didn't seem to notice. You instead just spent most of you time smiling and nodding, not even wasting your energy to open your mouth.

You had also noticed that he seemed to eye the maids who walked past, paying them more attention than you, his future wife.

Was this supposed to be the rest of your life? Were you supposed to be an accessory that was decorated and put on display, being spoken at but never spoken to while your husband chased after other women?

Did your mother hate you? Why would she do this to you?

"For security." She had told you. "We need a strong ally and you are far too past the age to be unmarried, our people adore you but they talk."

It was naïve but you wished you were born in a time where you could marry for love instead. This security felt like a prison, this marriage would be your chains. You were already alone but you'd be more isolated than ever once he stole you away to his kingdom.

It took everything in you to keep yourself composed.

"I hope you're as excited as I am." The king finally addressed you later than night at dinner and you smiled instinctively.

"Of course, your majesty." Your words were like poison and left a bad taste in your mouth.

"My family and our kingdoms will grow. Soon we won't have to worry about any war."

His family.

You were paralyzed by that notion, disgusted by thinking about the man in front of you touching you or laying with you. You were sure that he'd forget about you if you were pregnant with his child or that would be the only time he'd pay attention to you. You'd be thrown to the side once you gave him an heir, you were sure of it.

Fear gripped your throat, your entire being and it became too much.

You had pushed these feelings away for months, you had ignored them and tried to convince yourself that you could do it for the sake of your kingdom and your people but you couldn't. You were terrified.

After dinner, you were supposed to make your way to your bedchamber, but once you were out of sight, you ran towards the garden.

You somehow slipped past the guards and ran to the river, but you didn't stop. Instead you ran into the forest and let the setting sun guide you far from the castle in hopes that maybe if you couldn't see it your problems would disappear as well.

You stopped when you realized there nowhere you could go. You could run to the nearest village and someone may recognize you or you'd be caught eventually by the knights. Any neighboring kingdom was too far and you'd die in the wilderness before you got close.

You were trapped.

"Are you lost, my lady?" A voice called out to you and you jumped.

A group of men stepped onto the path you were on. They looked as if they had been on the road for a while and judging by their destitute clothes they might not have a place to go to.

However, what sympathy you had for them quickly disappeared when you noticed the strange look in their eyes. You took a couple steps back, but noticed a couple other men appeared behind you.

"No." You said firmly, lying through your teeth. "I was on my way to the village."

One of the men scoffed and raised an eyebrow, not believing you. He seemed to have special interest in your dress and jewelry you were wearing, no doubt knowing exactly who you were.

"We could show you the way." He offered but you shook your head, slowly finding yourself being cornered by the men.

"I can find my own way, thank you." You swallowed hard.

"You'd be much safer with us, your highness."

You stepped away from them as quick as possible and grabbed a stick, brandishing it front of you to keep them away. You face burned when they laughed and you're not sure what it would do to help you but it was the only thing you could think of.

You could bargained them with money but they'd get more out of you if they held you for ransom.

One of the men lunged at you and you swung the stick, smacking him in the middle of the face, causing him to cry out. You hit another before one grabbed your from behind and forced your to drop the stick. You struggled and screamed before you felt something sharp poke underneath your jaw.

"You'll come complacent or dead." The man threatened as he made a show of the dagger.

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest and you began to panic. You thought this would be it before you heard approaching hooves.

An arrow flew threw the air and hit another man square in the back before another sunk deep into a man's arm. Price rode in on his horse and drew his sword before he jumped off, engaging with the men.

He was much quicker than them and far more skilled. Iron clashed with each other and the men let out cries when Price cut them with his blade, going completely untouched.

You used the commotion to stamp your foot on the man and elbow him in the gut. You managed to push away from him, not before getting cut with his blade on your arm, before you ran away from him.

Price grabbed you and pulled you behind him. He stood in front of you protectively and kept his bloody sword brandished to deter the bandits from moving any closer to you.

"Stay behind me." He told you lowly. "I'll keep you safe."

You blame the reason why your chest was set aflame on the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Some of the bandits were dead, lying in a pool of their own blood, while others held onto their bleeding wounds. Their leader glared at Price but he didn't falter.

"Bastard knight." The leader spat.

"You wouldn't want to lose more of your men would you, eh?" He stood tall and kept a fierce, but confident look in his eyes. "I'm more than willing to let you if that's what you want however."

The bandit thought for just a moment they all ran away into the forest.

Your arm stung and you placed your hand over the wound while you watched them run. Warm blood stained your hand but you were more focus on Price in front of you, unable to take your eyes off the back of his head.

The warmth in your chest only grew as he turned to you, his eyes sharp but laced with concern.

a/n: i think i know who fell first or at least who i want to fall first

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Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 4

Chapter Summary:

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.” “No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer: I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: Swearing, mentions of neglect

Y/n, I’m not really good at writing a note or apologizing in general. I just… feel bad about how our introduction to one another went downhill which I know is my fault. I know it's kind of rude, too to take someone's photo without their consent so, here you go. It's not the best photo but it's not, like, the worse either. And you look like you're in one with nature so the photographer in me couldn't help but to take the shot. Anyway, if you have time away from your farm, you can drop by at 2 Willow Lane in the morning or whatever so I can make it up to you somehow. It’s cool if you don’t want to if you’re, like, really mad still. P.S I don’t wake up until 8. Need my beauty sleep! - Haley <3

Spring 9

"Earlier, I was getting my mail."

Haley's chewing came to a halt as George began to speak. How odd. George wasn’t one to talk during meals. She knew this because there was never a time she missed mandatory weekly meals with the Mullners.

Nonetheless, she leaned a bit closer to hear him.

"I couldn't because of my...” he trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. “Anyway, Pam's kid tried to help me, and I ended up shouting at her." "My goodness, George!” Gran Evelyn gasped softly, placing a hand over her heart. “Why did you do that to poor Penny?" "I— she pushed my wheelchair and touched my mail.” He averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at the three pairs of eyes focused on him. If Haley didn’t know him any better, he almost looked embarrassed rather than angry. “I... I didn't like it when people act like I'm so nimble." Granny shook her head in sympathy. "Still, honey... She's just trying to help." "I know, I know," George grumbled, stabbing his fork into a fried mushroom. "The new farmer even pointed it out to me." He looked up, his eyes boring into his wife. "I apologized anyway. It was just a bad day, and I happened to project my anger onto her."

At the mention of the new farmer, Haley perked up. Not to sound obsessed or anything or like she has been counting at all, but it has been two days since she had caught a whiff of that familiar scent of dirt and freshly cut grass that you seemed to radiate even from a mile away. If Emily’s going to twist her arm behind her back, then maybe she’ll be able to get Haley to admit that she’s the one doing the avoiding right now.

The fact that it was Haley herself who wrote a note for you to come by to make up for her rude behavior, and then when you did drop by immediately a day after, Haley would make sure she had plenty of excuses to not meet you at the door and have Emily answer on her behalf. It’s been days and she’s running out of reasons to tell Emily why she couldn’t meet her visitor, and it wouldn’t take a genius to know who’s avoiding whom.

How could she not though?

How can someone recover from a situation like that which was probably scraped off from a romantic script of a movie because it’s too predictable, and cringe?

How can you look at someone ever again knowing you had seen that face in mere inches, breath tingling the cheeks and then act like you weren’t fazed by it all?

Most importantly, how do you act after that? Apparently, it didn’t seem like a problem for you as you were so busy hustling and bustling in and out of the farm and into the town. And if you weren't busy doing your chores, then you were always dragged down by Sam’s little brother to their little class arrangement with Penny and often found you hanging out with them by the big tree just outside Haley’s home which is why she knows not because she’s actively searching for you, duh.

Okay, maybe you did try to come to her, and Haley's the one acting like you and she had a one-night stand for the way she avoids you like a plague.

Still.

She shook her head when she realized she’d been zoning out longer than she warranted. Evelyn is still giving George a piece of her mind for what he did. Haley’s so sure he’s regretting his decision by now opening this topic to his wife.

However, it was clear to Haley who was in the wrong here.

"If I may put in my two cents...?" she interjected, unable to hold back.

Alex raised a curious brow at her but remained silent. Granny, on the other hand, nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead, deary."

"I think George's reaction was valid," Haley began slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Penny touched your wheelchair and mail without consent, regardless of her good intentions, Mr. Mullner." And as an afterthought, she added, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice, "And the new farmer agreed with her? She should have known better."

"Look at you, Hay. Queen of consent!" Alex teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I love a girl who knows her boundaries."

Of course, the doofus would choose this time to speak.

"Haha," she rolled her eyes at a smirking Alex. He sure knows what buttons to push. "Asking consent is a bare minimum, you goof. You should practice it more often." "Hey!" "Hng," George grumbled inaudibly. "Little Miss Farmer did say that."

"Say what, dear?" "That Pam's kid should have asked me first.” George clarified. “But I should have handled it a little better, too. Can't say that she's wrong."

Despite his use of tone, he didn’t sound too upset. More like he’s in between of unable to believe that someone has the courage to stand up to him and tell him he’s wrong and still respect him as an elder, or being mad at this new farmer for sticking up her nose somewhere it doesn’t belong.

Either way, a George that isn’t grumpy is a win-win. So, they all will probably take it as it is.

"I'm glad you thought so too, dear." See? Even Granny thinks so, too. It’s better to have a plate full of her infamous cookies (and leek if you’re George) than to have a grumpy George on your plate. "Here, have some sauté leek."

George's face brightens up considerably. "I thought we don't have anymore from the pantry?"

"Miss Y/n dropped some earlier. Said to help cook your favorite dish. Isn’t she a sweetheart?”

"Hmm... I guess she's really something else then."

"I told you so, dear."

"Agree!" Alex raises a thumbs up. "She even knows how to play grid ball! She's new yet she's already better than the men here combined."

"That's lovely, deary. I hope she also influences you to read those books I gave you. I heard she's infatuated with books as Miss Penny does." "Yes, granny," Alex grumbled against his spoon.

Spring 10

She didn’t expect to see you so soon.

It’s not like she wants to avoid you forever. Ugh.

Why is this so difficult?

Her whole Spring routine is now in shambles because of you and your inability to dress nice, spreading your nasty farmer smell and being all happy smiles around children, elders, and women like some sort of Casanova and it’s infuriating!

“Hay?” Emily’s voice calling out from the kitchen stops her from her silent stewing. Haley was about to get up from her seat when Emily's voice continued, "did you clean the cushions like I told you yesterday?"

Her expression immediately turned sour, “I just cleaned them last week!”

The clanging from the kitchen stops, and the thudding of footsteps came closer. In an instant, Emily was standing in front of her with her spatula in hand.

“Yes, that’s last week. What about this week then?”

Haley rose to her feet, indignant. No freaking way she’s cleaning them again. “I always clean under the cushions and you damn well know it!" She jutted a perfectly manicured finger in Emily's direction. "It's YOUR turn this week!"

Emily scoffed at that. “You’re being childish, Haley. I do the vast majority of work in this house, and you know it.”

Haley rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated that Emily always played the responsible one. Just because she had a job outside the house, she acted like she was the only one doing anything. Haley does, too! She cooks, washes the dishes, does her own laundry, and cleans the house! But of course, Emily isn’t around enough to see all that because she has work and she’s busy thinking Haley’s lazy ass is just lounging in the house doing nothing all day!

“But that’s not the point!” Haley crossed her arms, a flash of irritation on her face. She wasn't going to let Emily get away with this. “We agreed to have schedules specifically for this and you’re not following it!”

Emily's eyes flickered with frustration. “Would it kill you to do them now? I had a rough shift yesterday.”

"You can't just pass off your responsibilities onto me every time you had a tough day at work. We made a schedule for a reason."

"I know, I know. But I just need a break today." Emily sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.

The truth sets out then. She had a rough night and she passes the job onto Haley and made her feel guilty for it. Never mind that they agreed to have alternate schedules to do this specific job to avoid arguments yet here they are.

“Absolutely no—”

“Hello?”

Of fucking course, the farmer chooses that time to knock on their door.

Emily must have noticed the alarmed look written clearly on her face, making her smirk.

Oh, boy.

“Come in, Y/n/n! Haley’s up already.”

“Good mor—” You did a double take seeing a clearly upset Haley and an equally pissed Emily. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes,” Haley admitted bluntly, crossing her arms. A flash of recognition passed her eyes when she thought of an idea. A good one that’s for sure. “Since you’re a hard worker and all, I bet you’ll understand my point of view here.”

“Haley,” Emily warned. Haley ignores her, deciding to shift her attention to the newcomer.

You tilt your head in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Emily sighs in exasperation, before offering you a kind smile. “I’m really sorry to involve you in this, Y/n/n. Haley,” she shot her a dirty look, “is complaining because I asked her to clean the cushions—”

“— which you should be doing because it’s your schedule, not mine yet you’re shifting the blame to me.” Haley finishes for her. She turns to you, further proving her point. “It’s important to mention that I already cleaned them last week.”

“Haley…”

“Shut it, Em. I want to hear what she has to say. What’s the verdict?”

Haley may seem cool outside but she’s actually hoping for you to side her on this one. She knew she was on the right side. If you were to side with Emily, then that’s like a double edge of crap in some way and Haley refuses to bleed in front of you two.

You were silent for a good second, chewing your lips, deep in thought. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the sisters.

“Haley,” you prompted, voice slow and measured. Haley already knew at this point whom you sided with. “Why not have this be your one weekly job?”

Not that it’s important but it stings.

Haley turns to retreat to her room, but you must have noticed the look of utter disappointment on her face. You grabbed Haley's hand in panic, halting her in her tracks. The blonde couldn't help but freeze at the sudden touch. "W-wait. I’m not siding on anyone," You quickly clarified, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Haley raised a skeptical eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Sure," she replied flatly.

“I just thought it would be the best course of action, so you don’t have to argue over it again. If you took this job, Emily won’t bother you again with cleaning the bathroom every two days. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“Yeah!” Emily agrees immediately. “Wait, what?”

Haley turns and finds you smiling down at her, clearly amused at Emily’s reaction. “doesn’t that sound more appealing?”

It does. She hates cleaning the bathroom with great passion, more so than cleaning under the cushions. If this also means it could possibly reduce Emily’s daily nagging, then your idea doesn’t seem the worst plan ever.

“Alright, you win.” Haley tried so hard to keep a straight face when she saw that stupid smile emerging again. “I guess this can be my job every week. Then there won’t be any reason to argue over it.”

Emily eyes her a bit at her sudden compliance with everything before turning back to you with an almost appreciative look. “Thanks, Y/n/n. That was a great solution.”

“Heh,” you must have noticed Haley’s eyes burning at your conjoined hands. With a timid chuckle, you retreated your hand back as you scratched your nape almost shyly. “It’s no problem, really.”

“Why don’t you stay for breakfast?” Emily suggested. “I’m almost finished cooking anyway.”

“It’s okay, thanks! But I don’t really want to impose.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure my sister won’t mind you joining us. Right, Hay?” Emily raises an equally blue eyebrow at her sister, who seemed to be in a daze.

“Your hands are rough and warm.”

“Huh?”

Your confusion snapped her out of her trance. She meets your eyes for a brief moment before glancing away. “I mean— what I meant to say was,” she sputtered pathetically. “Yeah, you can join us for breakfast.” She forces out a smile, hoping Yoba will answer her prayer one more time.

“Good!” Emily beamed. “Then I’ll get on with it. Haley, please keep our guest occupied.”

“You sure?” You asked one more time, probably noticing the grimace obviously etched on her face.

“Of course.”

“Hmm. Okay, then how about we clean these cushions now? So, you won’t have to clean them later?”

“Eh? It’s fine. I can do that later.”

“I insist. Two pairs of hands are better than one, y’know?”

“Ugh. Of course, you’ll say some dorky crap like that. Yoba, fine you can help.”

You can only laugh at her antics before moving to lift the couch.

Spring 14

She used to like her birthdays.

At least that’s what she likes to think.

What she allows herself to think.

And what she likes others to think.

It’s easier to blend into the stereotypes rather than oppose them and still get judged after.

Haley’s been called names already, all too many to even mention.

Spoiled.

Arrogant.

Self-centered and conceited.

If they are harsh enough, sometimes they’ll call her a dumb bitch.

As harsh as they are, Haley learned over the years to desensitize herself to them. Why allow yourself to be hurt by the same thing over and over again?

Her parents raised her and Emily in this big house back in Zuzu City. It was big, enormous even but empty. Can you call it home when no one cares enough to stick around? When all there ever was were big parties, and holidays spent with strangers she barely talked to, raised like the perfect little girl that she is, given with just as empty praises and gifts just as thoughtless.

Haley is practically the epitome of class and luxury. The living embodiment of perfection. Perfect face, perfect body, and oh-so-perfect stats. She’s smart (street smart or preferably photography smart if there’s one or whatever), rich and famous. Most importantly, she’s popular and has a reputation to protect. Everything that Emily probably isn’t. Yet she’s the one happier.

She’s the one who moved on while Haley remains still where their parents left them.

How could they be gone though if, in the first place, they were never present? Where were they when Haley won her first photography contest? Did they know the photo was Emily sewing her first design? Haley doesn’t think so.

They are not abusive though. In terms of needs, they never wasted seconds to tend them in the most grandiose and luxurious ways as possible— the newest phone, latest camera, expensive make-up, and all available seasonal designer clothes. Good but not great either. Haley can say they are just plainly emotionally unavailable. They weren’t ready at all to be parents. They were too young when they had Emily.

Early twenties were not even that young, but it was a stage of exploring the world and what it could still possibly offer them. They can’t have all that with children in tow. So, when the opportunity arises, they took it without hesitations. After all, both their children are fully capable on their own.

But Haley needed someone. She needed a father. She needed her mother. Hell, she needed her sister. She needed someone warm, a nicer, wiser person. Someone to cry to, to talk to, to laugh to.

She calls out but the house is empty.

So, tell me. How can I be childish when I’m forced to grow up because everyone already is?

Haley hated them with passion. The crumpled piece of letter in her hand was obvious enough to what extent she does.

Another birthday card.

No hugs and kisses.

No cake.

No parents.

Some birthday this is.

She lets out a dry chuckle. It seems Emily had forgotten about her day. She had taken off at dawn's first light without even a second thought. While Alex? She doesn’t expect him to remember. At least not until later than noon. The idiot, really.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Haley didn’t have to look up to see who it was, but she did anyway. There you are with your blinding smile again. Beads of sweat can be seen forming on the side of your forehead just below a small cut that seemed to be healing well already. Your clothes are lightly butchered, a sign she's up and about on her farm yet the sight of you lifted her spirit a little.

“Done with your chores?” She asked as you sat down next to her. Weirdly enough, the smell of dirt doesn't seem sore on the nose anymore, and Haley starts to wonder why.

It was a pleasantly warm Sunday. Usually, the kids will be playing here and Haley's glad she get to enjoy a quiet time in the park even for a little time.

You hummed. “Woke up extra early to finish them all.”

“Why? You have plans?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Naw, had to run some errands so I can give you this,” You turned to your rucksack that Haley failed to notice again. It was bulging. Haley could only catch sight of the color brown before you successfully hid it behind your back. “Held out your hands.”

Haley narrowed her eyes. “You’re not going to prank me, are you?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“Is it a bug? You know I hate them.”

“Just do it, Hay.”

Surprised at the sudden usage of the nickname, Haley finally complied. She desperately hopes the sunlight would hide the tinge of redness starting to form on her cheeks.

Carefully, you placed a coconut on her open palms. It was plump and perfectly shaped as if it had been carefully chosen just for her. It was even wrapped poorly with a red ribbon that is a bit wrinkly and crinkled on the edges which must be because of how it was forcefully shoved in her bag. But Haley didn't find it in herself to mind. Not when you're looking at her like that as you hold your gift. “Happy birthday, Haley.” You greeted warmly.

Haley blinked, her eyes started to water, her insides warming up in all ways possible. But she didn’t dare cry.

"I... I love coconuts." Haley looked up. Her own lips betrayed her as they curled up in the widest grin she ever had. “How did you know?”

“Well,” You scratched the back of your head, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Remember when you treated my cut the other day? You made me choose between a sunflower band-aid or a coconut one. So, I kinda assumed they were your favorites.”

“B-but how? You can’t possibly summon a coconut tree at will, or even had the time to go to Calico desert.”

You laughed at that. “It was pure luck, Hay. I just talked to the traveling merchant the other day and she said she had a couple of ones in stock. But she warned me I had to buy one early today or else she’ll run out just before noon.”

“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, not if she can’t help it. “It’s really sweet of you to do all this.”

“No problem. I like it when you smile. Happiness looks good in you.”

Happiness looks good on you, too.

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A/n: I hoped I did Haley's heart event justice because she deserved soooo much better. I refuse to believe her mean girl façade is because she's plain mean. My girl is better than that.

Anyway, sorry for the super late update. You know, the usual, due to school stuff and it just so happens senior year is the busiest year of all. Had to make sure I'm complying with all the needed requirements so I can graduate this year.

Thank you, guys, for your patience. Love y'all but I love my wife more <3

#stardew valley #stardew haley #stardew farmer #stardew fanfic #haley x reader #haley x farmer

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sebastian vettel x reader where y/n comforts him after his difficult time in ferrari. fluff to smut maybe hehe x

Red to green

Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted , I got carried away with the dialogue as I usually do , it does have a sexual ending but not quite smut as I just wanted to get this out

Not edited or proofread

Warnings: mentions of sex and sexual things , sad seb ig , probably incorrect use of German words , a crap ton of dialogue

Wc:738 words

You're replacing Checo at force India and I had to find out through the f1 Instagram page" Y/n asked storming into the room where her husband sebastian was

"It's Aston Martin now , but yes I am" he said not daring to move out of his chair as she seemed calmer than she should be and he was scared she was going to try and hurt him if he got up

" Still doesn't answer the question of why you didn't tell me you're own wife" she said crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at him waiting for his answer

" I didn't want to tell you Schatz because of how bad my ferrari season went , if I told you everything would've went bad" he explained hoping for sympathy

" I thought I was your good luck charm though?" She fake pouted and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she sat sideways on his lap

"Don't give me that face , you know what I meant leibling" he laughed

" It's just like when you start dating someone so you don't tell anyone cause once you do they start to not like you anymore , I get it seb. I just wish someone atleast told me so I could've stopped buying ferrari merch"

"You look so good in red though" he teased as he traced up and down her arm ( I literally don't know how you describe it )

"Flattery will get you very far with me mr.vettel" she tried not to cringe as she said that but with of them both laughed

"You can go back to being mad with me how" he told her as he gave her a flirty push

"Well daniil isn't there anymore so you don't have to fight him , but bottas is and he did basically cost you the championship lead , but I'm sure you'll do great" y/n said holding his face and kissing his cheek

"Such kind words , you forgot when me and Lewis had contact in Belgium 2018 and I dropped to the back of the grid" he said looking sad at remembering the memory

"Didn't want to bring that one up since lewis is becoming a bit more of a madman when it comes to having contact with people"

As sebastian sat looking like a kicked puppy Y/n couldn't help but feel bad I mean she did bring up some of the bad things that had happened while seb was in ferrari but she was trying to uplift him in a joking manner , which clearly hadn't worked.

He assured her he was fine but even stevie wonder could see he was anything but .

Y/n tried to mention some highlights in his career like his red bull prime, but seb would just hit back with two other mistakes that happened whilst he was in ferrari as if everything bad that happened was his fault

"You know not everything is always your fault right? You tried your best in ferrari but it wasn't the right fit for you and that's okay"

"But ferrari is one of the best teams in the world and I was terrible, Charles even outnumbered me in Japan" her husband answered head in his hands

"Thats not the end of the world , you even said yourself that charles has a gift and Japan is only one race so why does it matter. Plus I wasn't there to give you any of my good luck"

"So it was your fault I did so bad?" He questioned half a grin showing

"I guess so yes all the bad things we're all my fault" she said with a michevous twinkle in her eye hoping they were on the same page

"Oh yeah ? Guess we're going to have to do something about that then aren't we" oh they were definitely on the same page , same sentence even

"What're you going to do ? Punish me for being so bad or something?" Y/n said stading up and walking slowly backwards towards the stairs that lead to their room

"Don't start something you can't finish" he warned stalking after her

"We both know I can make you finish, just depends where you want to" she giggled as she increased the speed she was walking at as he was hot on her heels

He only ever mentioned his sad ferrari memories after that if he wanted to either annoy his wife or get some

#sebastian vettel x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula 1 #f1 #ferrari #aston martin #charles leclerc

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m3nt4llyr4v3d · 2 months

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I loathe Andre Bourgeois

I hate this man so much, I hate his character, I hate how the narrative treats him, I hate how some of the fans treat him

I hate that I’m supposed to completely sympathize with a corrupt politician, but his daughter? The one he had the sole job of raising for most of her life, and obviously didn’t teach her how to act? Yeah, she’s awful, look at how she’s treating her poor father :(.

What’s that? He constantly abused his power? He literally tried to steal from Marinette’s family at some point? Erm, well he never wanted to be a politician in the first place! He had to give up his dreams cause of his awful wife :(. What do you mean he’s still intentionally using underhanded and illegal tactics to put certain laws in place, keep the public on his side, and win elections when he literally just shouldn’t do that? Well he gave up his power, so shut up!

What do you mean his constant abuse of power in his daughter’s name would literally enforce the idea that she can get away with literally anything without repercussions? No, she bullies him! What do you mean he still should’ve not indulged this since she was like, 7? Nah, she just bullied him then too! This makes perfect sense, now he doesn’t have to take a single ounce of responsibility for her parenting! That’s stupid and he should’ve been investigated by CPS literal years ago? Well Chloe’s gone, so the problem’s fixed, right? ————— I genuinely cannot believe of the fans are defending this man. I can get feeling sorry about the treatment he gets from his wife, but some of them literally try to absolve him of any and all parenting mistakes.

“Oh well, Chloe is old enough to know what she’s doing is wrong! It’s not anyone’s responsibility except hers! Everyone tried to reason with her, oh, and the one time he tried to discipline her, she said she’d call her mom! That means that he should literally never try, because she can do that!”

Except he fucking raised her like this. Him taking responsibility for the way he RAISED HER should be, I don’t know, getting her psychiatric help? Maybe actually setting boundaries? Disciplining her and making sure she doesn’t rely on his money or power? And her threatening to call her mom to complain? Do any of you genuinely think her mom is even going to answer that call? And even if you say it’s the threat itself, you should still absolutely be pinning this on Andre: he raised her to complain to him every single time she has any issue and to abuse his power constantly, this is a teaching he reinforced her entire life. She is taught to not take any responsibility and she harasses everyone because of this. She is taught to complain to someone in a higher power to fix/do everything for her. And when he does try, once mind you, to discipline her, she’s obviously not going to stop, she’s not going to reflect, because that’s not how she was taught to act.

Also the ridiculous double standard between people who completely him and not Chloe. Chloe’s mom leaving her and being verbally abusive for all of Paris to see doesn’t excuse Chloe’s actions, but I’m supposed to feel sad for Andre because Audrey is a terrible wife, and I’m just supposed to brush all his actions, including his fucking PARENTING, aside?? Not only that, people are saying that Chloe is old enough to know her actions are wrong therefore she’s not redeemable, but somehow her fucking dad is?? The grownass adult gets more sympathy? Absolutely ridiculous

You genuinely expect me to believe that I’m not supposed to feel anything other than pure vitriol towards Chloe, but sympathy towards that asshat? Get real

#ml salt #andre salt #ml chloe #ml fandom salt #this has honestly been on my mind since collusion #ml critical #ml criticism

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Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Satoru X Yn

(Chapter 1)

Guns. Blood. Dead bodies. Begging. Crying. Asking for forgiveness.

Gojo Satoru has seen all of these before it's nothing new.

Love. Family. Home. Comforting. Affection. Peace. Resting.

These were never Gojo Satoru's way of living.

Right now it is midnight and he is seeing the same thing. Dead bodies..Gojo shots the last person ignoring his last begging to spare his life. "Please let me live I have a son." Bang. To a mafia, to Gojo it's nothing and specifically when he is angry. When Gojo Satoru is angry no one can stop him. People doubt if he has the emotion sympathy or not. Gojo Satoru is angry. "Satoru you have to calm down. You cannot just simply kill anyone in front of you just because you are angry." Geto tried to stop Gojo. Geto being Gojo only close friend there are moments when Gojo does listens to him. But right now.."Fuck off, Suguru do you know how it feels to be arranged married to someone. And then you get to know that you are getting married just the day before your own wedding. All this time my parents arranged me in this wedding that I didn't know. What else do I need? I am rich, strong, successful and I did everything my parents asked for. But no, now they had to marry me to this weakling that I don't even know. All women are the same." There was pure pain, angrier and traces of betrayal in Gojo's eyes. All Geto could do is sigh. "But please do calm down and take some rest". Gojo was angry because he was arranged married.

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Wedding Morning

Gojo didn't get a proper sleep that night. But looking at his soon-to-be wife, Yn, he saw, Yn was excited."Why are you happy? Do you even know me?" Gojo thought looking at Yn. Yn on the other side felt sharp stare towards her. Turning she saw Gojo is looking at her, lost in something. He looks confused..? Slowly Yn approached Gojo. "Um- hey you must be Gojo Satoru, right?" Yn tried to start a conversation. "Yeah. And you are..Yn?" Gojo was unexpectedly soft. But to Yn he was rough. "Yeah. It's nice to meet you" Yn smiles. "Whatever. Remember maybe we would be married but don't expect me to treat you like a princess. You do what I ask you to. If I ask you to kill people, you will kill people." Gojo completely changed, he was more cold. Yn flinched. "'Kill' and "dying"were strong words, why would Gojo use it like that. Well is that what I have to expect from my future husband just because he is a the strongest mafia" Yn thought. Yn just nodded and left Gojo alone.

After wedding, Yn's dad hugged her. "Dad are you happy after forcing me to marry a mafia, who likes to kill?" Yn voice cracked. "Oh shut it Yn. You are married already to Gojo. Oh you don't know how damn rich is he..." "Dad why do you only care about money?! Personality also matters. It's my wedding, you could have asked me before making a vital decision. And you made me marry a mafia, the strongest mafia. Who is always dealing with blood hurting others and worst killing people." Yn slightly raises her voice. "Sorry to interrupt, but Yn we have to go because I have business to deal with. So rather than wasting my time, stop being childish." Gojo interrupts without any emotion in his voice. Yn gets hurt 'childish, huh?'. Yn didn't even want to bid the last goodbye to her dad. So she just simply left with Gojo without sparing her dad, one last look.

The drive to Gojo's mansion was quite. "Gojo is it very normal for you to use the word 'kill'..?" "It is easier to kill than to say." Gojo said emotionlessly. Gojo's mansion is hug like literally huge.. "You- do you live here alone..?" Yn asked, as it was hard to believe he own the place all by himself. "Yeah. You coming or do you want to be outside tonight." Gojo said walking past Yn.

"Your room is that one in the left. Don't make noise because I am a sensitive sleeper." Gojo says and leaves Yn in middle of the hallway.

Next morning (Yn's POV)

I don't know how I will live with..gojo. We have nothing in common. Well he likes no, love killing. But I hate when someone is hurted. Why is he being to cold. Cannot he just be a little bit more softer?-. But anyway waking up, first thing I need is a morning coffee. And mom said I gotta be the best wife to be accepted by Gojo. So everyday at 7 I have to wake up make breakfast. That's a hassle. But if it makes relationship between us better I do rather do that. I almost got lost searching for the kitchen. Like how can a person not get lost. After making a coffee I went to the back yard. It's so pretty, the way the grass were cutten . The pool was quite big too. Did Gojo even get time to swim or relax? It felt nice the morning breeze was a bit cold but felt soothing. Going out, the cold breeze pass through me. As I took my second gulp, there was a loud siren sound. And soon three men with guns in their hands came up to me. "Who are you. Hands in air, right now." One of them shouted. I hate loud sound, so as fast I heard them shout I was too scared and I dropped my glass. Raised my hands I was shaking in fear. One of the broken glass piece made a scratch on my leg but I could not care less. If the situation continued just a few seconds more I would start tearing up. Just in time Gojo came and shouted "what is going on here? She is my wife, why are you all pointing gun at her?" Hearing that they putted their gun down quickly. They became quite, maybe embarrassed? I dropped my arms and saw three of them.. Well looking at my nipples that got erected because of the cold wind. Thanks to me for not wearing a bra today. As a covered my chest Gojo seemed to notice it, "All of you go. NOW! And I don't want this kind of accidents ever again." Gojo said. Did he mean the gun accident or them looking at my nipples? But the fact is, did Gojo Satoru, the mafia leader of Yakuta just stand up for me?

As I was cleaning my wound, Gojo came up to me and said "Yn I forgot to mention yesterday. We are the happy loving couple outside but inside we are strangers. Do you understand? And I don't want to hear my wife suddenly got pregnant with another man." That's the second time Gojo said something like this to me. So this is my life from now onwards... I just nodded and hardly whispered a 'yes'. Did he not see the blood coming from my wound. Maybe he is just used to seeing blood. Why did I even expect him to comfort me. What did I expect, The Gojo Satoru might be a kind person deep inside? I am proved wrong for the second time. So this is how .y is going to be, huh?

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To be continued...

#jjk gojo #anime #anime fandom #anime fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #mafia au #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #saturo gojo x reader #saturo gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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shyvioletcat · 8 days

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~ MASTERLIST ~

While we wait for Taylor Swift to break our hearts, thought I might dabble a bit in that myself. We get a bit of insight into Rowan this chapter and I lent into canon a little bit. This is the *ADVICE* prompt thanks to @throneofglassmicrofics.

CW: Off page character death

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Rowan liked his new house, it was practical, easy to maintain and the neighbourhood turned out to be nicer than he was expecting. The street was quiet, nothing more than the occasional backyard party disturbed him the nights after work or on the weekends. Unless he fully committed to choosing the true life of a hermit and hid away far off in the mountains, Rowan couldn't escape all human contact. And besides his purposefully casual interactions at work and the obligatory check-ins with his friends and family he was managing to avoid the unnecessary kinds. He’d been informed more than once that this outlook wasn’t healthy, but it was how he managed. Especially today.

Today marked three years to the day the life he had known shattered into pieces. Time had dulled the constant ache, but this date still haunted him. Rowan had moved here once the haze had cleared enough that he had the drive to seek out a new job and a new start. Or he might just have been running away, his personal reasoning usually depended on his mood.

It had been like any other day, Rowan was making dinner waiting for his wife to get home when the phone had rung. In the middle of stirring the butter chicken that Lyria had specially requested out of the blue, he hadn’t bothered to note who the caller was. His blood ran cold at the first words: this is Doranelle General Hospital. After that he was given the instructions that he needed to get to the hospital as soon as he could.

The drive went by in a blur, but he’d got there. When he gave his name received a look that was full of sympathy and he knew. Rowan knew right then and there but he forced himself into denial. It was hard to ignore when a doctor rounded the corner next and led Rowan to a private room to tell him the devastating truth.

There was a car accident.

Lyria had died.

She was pregnant.

Rowan had sat there, stunned, devoid of feeling, because of the one little fact that he didn’t know. Lyria was pregnant, she was pregnant and she hadn’t told him. Rowan had left the hospital a broken man and three years later he still hadn’t been able to piece himself back together.

It was a rare thing for Rowan to take a day off work, but that was for the better. His mood was foul and people didn’t deserve to have that inflicted on them. Each year it got better—no, easier—and he didn’t know if it was a bad thing or a good thing. The shame and guilt of not being there when he should have would plague him forever.

To keep the demons at bay he chose running. This was his fourth lap around the block, everytime he had approached his front yard he’d told himself one more, he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. So he pushed himself for another, then another, and despite the burning in his lungs and the lagging of his feet he might just go around again. Rowan might just have if his neighbour pulling into her driveway hadn't pulled him up. He slowed down to a jog when he saw the car approaching the driveway so she wouldn’t have to stop for him.

It had been about a month since their first interaction and they hadn’t had another since. She remained the only niggling irritation Rowan had with living here. This woman had come at him so viciously and he was still feeling the need to defend himself. He had watched her almost drop her baby just to get the bins down to the curb. Anyone with any sense would have accepted the help instead of making a point.

That irritation rose when she slowed down so much that Rowan basically had to stop on the path. He got it, he really did, but anything and everything got to him today. In the end he used this as an excuse to go home. Maybe he could force some food down and see if he could sleep off the rest of his mood. Rowan walked on the path in front of her lawn and as he took out his earbud he caught sight of her waving him down. Confused, he stopped just watching as his neighbour walked across the grass.

“Hi,” she said tightly, obviously not pleased about the conversation she had been the one to start.

Unable to do much else, Rowan matched her energy. “Hi.”

Those unusual eyes narrowed at him, and not wanting to be the focus of her ire he shifted his attention to the baby she was holding. It was a mistake. Looking at her was like a shot to the chest. She had brown eyes and hair, her tiny fist was curled from where it clung to her mother’s shirt. What sent him staggering was that this child’s colouring was so similar to Lyria’s. An ill-timed reminder of what could have been. His neighbour talking gave him something else to focus on.

“I snapped at you, I’m sorry,” she said.

The scoff he made was involuntary, as were the words that came out of his mouth next, no chance to temper them against his anger. “It must have been so hard to track me down. It’s been a month. You’ve had plenty of chances to apologise before now.”

The woman all but reared back, at this point Rowan didn’t care about the verbal lashing he was going to get.

“Take my advice,” she all but hissed, shifting the baby in her arms—shifting her away. “Don’t be a dick when someone’s trying to apologise.”

That was their conversation done, the still nameless woman stomped across her lawn and into the house, the front door not quite slamming but obviously closed with some force. Rowan was well aware all he had done was add fuel to the fire, and it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as he did. He didn’t have the energy or time for this, the best thing for him to do was ignore his volatile and irksome neighbour. Something that would be more than easy for him to do.

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After copious amounts of editing I only went over by 42 words, which is a pretty good effort.

#rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass microfics

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aspectabund007x · 2 years

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"𝙑𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩"- Mind Flayed! Yandere Billy Hargrove x reader

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SYNOPSIS: Billy thought the world only contained violence and hatred, but then he met you...

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, and maybe angst (?)

Billy had a reputation for being an asshole. But deep down, there was a little boy who loved to surf, who would brag to his Mother how far he went within the waves of water, filled by the echoes of seagulls.

The woman loved him, and he did too, so damn much. She supported his love for the beach, but she couldn’t take it anymore, the abuse had gotten to her. So she had no choice but to leave. Leaving her dear son behind, for his abusive Father won full custody of him.

Little Billy was broken. Not too long after, Neil had remarried. Shoving his newlywed wife and stepdaughter down the boy’s throat, forcing him to accept his cruel fate.

The abuse tarnished the joy that was once inside of him, his resentment turning him into a vile brute. One that was so hurt from within.

He took his anger out on his younger stepsister, yet cared for her in his own sick way.

Then came 1984, when he and his ‘new family had to move to Hawkins Indiana, and he hated every second of it. He mourned the sunny days in California.

He changed a lot since then; always felt the need to be the center of attention; maintaining his appearance, and charming aura.

Steve Harrington matched with these as well, and that did not go unnoticed by Billy. Therefore, he had a target, an obstacle…

But everything changed once he laid his eyes on you. Fuck, you were so beautiful. Up until then, he thought the whole "love at first sight" scenario was bullshit.

You had an endearing charisma, and that hit his sore spot. Because the last person he knew was like that was his Mother.

She would've loved you...

Some people hated him, others thirsted. But you had a much different perspective. You were aware of his home life, and he was the way he was because his Father’s emotional and physical abuse influenced him to be that way. Your heart softened at the fact he was once innocent before he became so violent.

Anytime there would be wounds evident on him, you’d tend to them, cooing comforting words as he hissed in agony. And the shocking part was that he didn’t stop you. Hell, he thought people showing sympathy to him was pity in disguise, and pity made him feel like a weakling. But you were an exception because you were something else.

Soon enough, the two of you formed a bond, the more you hung out, the harder Billy fell for you. Even the littlest of affection from you showed him that there genuinely was good in the world.

Before, the only bits of happiness he had were his Mother’s distant cheering. But now, you made it whole.

He opened up to you about his long-lost hobby, surfing. You recalled how the smile he had on his face was sincere for the very first time. How he laughed when he mentioned how his Mother used to get scared about how far he’d go. This made you determined to bring out the better in him.

Your cheeky smile, melodious laugh, he fucking loved it.

Alas, it all had to come to an end. For the malevolent entity corrupted his mind, erasing the humanity in him.

Billy now loathed being in the public, and the sun became his worst enemy.

The mind flayer, too, became intrigued by you.

“I want you to build” “I want you to claim”

So he did what he had to do, claim.

After abducting you, he held you captive in a dark, rusty basement. Making it as homely as possible.

Looking down at you, he placed a wet kiss on your forehead. When he first came to Hawkins, he thought there was no good in it. But it was worth it; the sacrifice of leaving his home behind. Because he had to meet his future, and indeed he did.

He wanted to marry you, and start a family. He had different ambitions than before.

Maybe life wasn’t so bad after all…

#billy hargrove x reader #yandere billy hargrove #Billy Hargrove x you #Yandere #romantic yandere #Angst #Youtube #stranger things #yandere headcanons #dacre montgomery

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November Rain(Mark Sloan)

Summary: (y/n) is hiding a big secret from her boyfriend mark

Paring: Mark X Callie's little sister

Warnings: talks of death and cancer

Greys MasterList

The year I found out I had cancer I didn't tell a soul. There was to much going on with the shooting and helping Christina and derek getting over their trauma. The only people who knew was my sister Callie and Jackson.

Jackson was my person and he found out when a intern got mine and his patient's medical results mixed up. He told Callie and the both of them confronted me about it. For two years it has stayed a secret between the three of us.

I didn't tell the others nor my boyfriend mark because I just never got the chance because something was always happening. When I would go to check ups. Callie would do it while Jackson would gard the door making sure no one saw. I didn't want to tell Mark or the others because I didn't want to be a burden nor do I want there sympathy and over protectiveness. I wanted to do what I loved and that was being a doctor.

After my doctor's appointment me and Callie silently walked down the hallway trying not draw to much attention to our selfs as we got my meds. "I wonder what I'll look like bald." I chuckled. Callie obviously didn't find it funny. I nudged her with my shoulder playfully. "come on lighten up"

"it's not funny" she mumbled. "what your going through isn't funny" she said glancing at me as we rounded the corner trying to avoid her wife and my boyfriend.

"I know but I feel fine honestly"

"mentality or physically?" she asked.

"both" I quickly responded.

The silence fell again and I sighed grabbing one of my charts "(y/n)" Callie spoke again.

"hmm?"

"you need to tell Mark soon" she started as I shifted in my spot next to the nurse's station and kept my eyes on the chart "he deserves to know and as much as it kills me to say, your getting worse and we can't keep hiding it"

"I'll tell him when the time is right" I said shutting the chart and left to get ready for a surgery with Owen and April.

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"why can't we just see a movie or something?" I asked scrubbing my hands with April next to me. The two of us were trying to plan our monthly double date with Jackson and Mark.

"we could do that. But definitely not a bar, we don't need a replay of what happened last month" I laughed at April's comment as I remembered Jackson and Mark getting drunk and setting a portapoddie on fire at a construction sight that was near the hospital.

As April continued to talk I felt my stomach start to turn and the smell of the water running made me sick. I sighed and gripped the edges of the scrubbing sink.

"(n/n)? You okay?" she placed her hand on my shoulder a rubbed it. Yep, definitely gonna hurl I thought as sprinted out of the scrubbing room and into the closet bathroom. I ran through the bathroom door and ripped the biggest stall open making it fly backwards and banging up against the one next door.

The noise stung my ears but I was glad it was masking the nauseating sounds of me emptying my sorry excuse of a stomach.

"(y/n) are you okay?" April asked from behind as she held my hair back. I let out a breath and rested my damp forehead on my arm. I let out a cough as April backed up so a could set down away from the toilet. I pressed my back up against the cold metal stall as April massaged my shoulder.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" I whispered as I pulled my scrub cap off my head. April's kind blue eyes stared at me with concern. "maybe you should Find a on-call room to rest in. Me and Owen got the surgery covered." I nodded not wanting to fight her.

She help me up and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the bathroom. "im okay Apes, I'm just gonna lie down"

"do you want me to get your sister or Dr. Sloan?" I shook my head. "n-no they both have surgeries" she nodded sadly. I knew she suspected something. I hated lying to her she was like another sister.

I let out a tired sigh and moved into the Attending's lounge and started to look for Mark's leather jacket. It was my favorite to wrap myself in because it had a soft fabric in the inside and it had a black hood attached to it. I finally found it crumbled up on the couch with Derek's gray coat. I grabbed it and left to look for an empty on-call room.

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"hey, April told me to come and check on you" Jackson said as he closed the door. I shifted in the bed a bit and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"are you feeling bad?" Jackson asked lying down next to me then pushed I few strands of hair off my forehead to check my temperature.

"I'm okay Jackson" I said pushing his hand away. He rolled his green eyes calling bullshit.

"it's getting worse, maybe we should consider chemo" Jackson said softly. I scoffed and set up right so I leaning against the wall.

"it's only stage two" I mumbled. "I don't want to start looking worse than I already am.. I know mark has notested the weight loss"

Jackson looked down. "you still haven't told him, have you?" I knew the secret was getting to him. Him and Mark were close and Mark treated him like a son or little brother. He was stuck in the middle and I felt awful for that because just last week Jackson almost let it out because of mark's pestering.

I let out a shaky breath and rested my head on his shoulder trying to hold in a cry. "I'm gonna find Mark.. His shift should be over" I mumbled as I crawled out of the bunk bed. I sighed when I stood in front of the mirror that was left in there. I was getting skinnier and his coat looked even bigger on me than it did two years ago. I pushed that thought away and left to look for Mark.

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I finally found him in one of the labs. His blue eyes glued to one of the microscopes. He was probably working on his and Jackson's skin grafts trying to perfect it even though he was egusted. I sighed and walked up behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

"you ready to go home? Our shifts ended an hour ago" he leaned the back of his head to my chest and he looked up as ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm almost done baby, I can't stop now" he said moving back to the microscope.

I guess I could say this is another reason I've never told him. I knew he couldn't handle one more thing. He delt with too much and his plate was always full. Being a plastic surgeon was pressure as it is.... He didn't need to deal with a sick and possibly dying girlfriend. I also liked dealing with things myself. I didn't like making my problems other people's problems. And I always tried to put Mark and the rest of the doctors I considered family before me.

I smiled softly giving him a kiss on the cheek. "mark it's not going anywhere. You need rest"

"I'm not tired" he shifted and moved up to his desk. I sighed and spun his chair around and placed my fingers under his chin lifting his head up. "please come home with me... I need you with me" I whispered.

I don't know how much longer I have with you. I thought and made sure I didn't leave my mouth. Mark sighed In defeat as soon as our eyes met. He told me countless times my eyes were his weakness. He'd say all he had to do was look into my eyes and he was hooked.

He stood up and turned everything thing off and left the room with me.

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The next morning I woke up feel extremely nauseous I set up softly and moved out of the bed without waking Mark. I had my mouth covered as I raced to the toilet. I fell to my knees and felt everything get empty out. I prayed to god I didn't wake Mark but that was quickly proven wrong when I felt my hair being moved out of my face.

I sighed and flushed the toilet. I slumped down on the cold tile floor and leaned against the bath tub. "are you okay baby?" he asked softly. He was setting on his knees in front of me and his hand gently rubbing my cheek.

"I'm okay Doc, it was probably food poisoning or something" I said trying not to sound like a big fat lier. Mark's blue eyes look at me with worry. "you and I are both doctor. Something isn't right"

"Mark I'm fine... I promise" I need to tell him I thought. I looked down holding in the tears. Mark noticed but he also learned fast in our relationship I'll talk when I'm ready. He sighed and took my arms in his hands then wrapped them around his neck. His hands then proceeded to fall to my waist then pick me up as if I was a small child. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me back to bed.

"what are you doing?" I asked. "your not going to work and I'm not either" he said grabbing his phone to probably call Owen and say we were both sick. I sighed and slumped down on the pillow. This just keeps getting harder and harder I thought as Mark climb into bed with me and pulled me to his chest. We both spent the morning watching Twin peaks and soon enough I feel asleep towards the afternoon to Mark talking about his and Jackson's clinical trail.

The next morning I woke up without Mark. I turned my head to face his spot on the bed and I saw a note on his pillow.

(y/n),

Got paged early this morning. Come to work IF and only if you feel better. Love you.

-Mark

I read the note then set it on the night stand. As soon as I set up from the bed my stomach turned. I sighed and raced to the toilet. I didn't realize how loud I was being in till I heard Arizona's voice. I heard her hand knock on the door of my bathroom.

"(y/n) are you okay?" she asked as I flushed the toilet and walked past her and crawled into bed. "I'm fine"

"you don't look fine, how long has this been happening?" I shrugged not wanting to meet my Sister-in-law's eyes. "(y/n) talked to me" she whispered setting next to me and warped her arms around me pulling me to her chest.

"your not pregnant are you? I don't think I can handle a little Mark, but I think Sophie needs a little sibling" she said in a joking manner obvious trying to get me to smile. I didn't and I only looked down at my hands. A tear fell and hit the black diamond ring Mark got me. All I thout was I can't hide this forever.

"(y/n) what's wrong? You know you can tell me"

I hesitated. "Airy I'm sick" her eye brows knitted together and her head tilted in confusion. "yeah obviously but I'm sure it will pass-"

"Arizona it's cancer" she suddenly stopped and her words were sucked right out. Arizona's eyes almost looked lifeless and she wasn't her usual bright and happy self. she looked down as she tried to process everything. She let out a sigh and looked down. "how long?"

"what? How long I have left or how long I've been fighting?"

"fighting"

"since the shooting" her eyes bugged out and his head drooped down. "that's almost two years....you've been hiding this for two years?!"

"I know" I simply replied but her emotions showed that's wasn't good enough. "have you been doing treatment?" she asked and then more followed.

"who else knows?" she asked. "you, Callie and Jackson" I said softly. I knew she would be hurt that me and Callie didn't tell her and Mark. We were a family after all.

"you haven't even told Mark!?" she asked shocked. She obviously knew how much it would hurt him. I did too but he didn't need one more thing on his plate. "he needs to know" he mumbled.

"Arizona, he doesn't need one more thing on his plate and what I turn into his dying girlfriend.. And charity case... I don't want that"

"mark would do anything to take care of you and he would want to help you fight this."

I let a tear fall. "I want to tell him I just haven't found the right time."

Arizona's wrapped her arms around me and I rested my head on her shoulder. "your not doing any surgeries in till you tell him" she said softly. I jolted up. "that's not fair."

"it's very fair"

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The next day I walked into the OR mark and Derek were in. "Mark?" I said coming into the lab. Him and derek were finishing up their surgery and guns n Roses' November Rain was playing softly through the OR speakers. It wasn't unusual to hear them listen to this band but the choice of song was unusual. Him listening to a song about a man losing the love of his life almost made me cry. Music dose that to me.

"Nothin' lasts forever

And we both know hearts can change

And it's hard to hold a candle

In the cold November rain"

"babe we are geniuses" he smiled through his mask once he saw I was there. I smiled happy at him. I loved it when he had a successful surgery because it always put him a fluffy mood.

"on some things" I joked, "are you about done? I need to talk to you" he looked up from his patient and his blue eyes locked with mine. "what's up?" he asked as his eyes switched from me to the patient.

"it's not important, I'll tell you later" I said about to leave. "are you sure?" he asked before I left. I didn't want to tell him now a distract him. I smiled and nodded before leaving.

"If we could take the time to lay it on the line

I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine

All mine

So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain

Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain"

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"hay little Torres, you feeling better?" Meredith asked coming up to me. I smiled and nodded. "waiting for Mark?"

I nodded. "waiting for Derek?" she responded the same way.

After about ten minutes Meredith left with Derek and Zola. I got tired of waiting and went to go look for him. After asking around I found him in one of the labs working on his project.

"mark let's go home" I said as the adomatic doors of the lab opened. I stuffed my hands into my coat and looked around. I slightly smiled when I saw him working.

"come on Doc, time to go home" I smiled. "lets get some dinner and it's your night with Sophie" I walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. "I'm busy baby I'm not that hungry anyway"

"Dr. Sloan" I said stirnly. He looked up knowing I was serious. He knows he's in trouble when I say Dr. Sloan the rest of the time it's Doc or Mark. "I wish you'd take care of yourself better"

'your already gonna out live me so I better make sure your good health before I kick the bucket' I thought.

He looked up at me and smirked. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me tightly. My body was pushed between his legs and my arms warped around his shoulders as my fingers combed through his light brown hair.

"weren't you gonna tell me something earlier?" he asked looking up at me. The coward in me shut everything down. I quickly shook my head no. "I honestly cant remember" I titled his head to the sighed with an eye brow raised. His 'that's bullshit look'

"I'm fine" I smiled and kissed the top of his head. "come on let's go home" I said grabbing his hand and pulling him from his chair.

Later that night we all gathered into the living room to watch a movie. Callie and Arizona stayed over with Sophie so we just eat take out and watched the scream movies.

I didn't make to far into the movie. I fell asleep with my head in Mark's lap and my legs were on Arizona's lap. Lately I feared sleep due to the fact I might not wake up. I used to love sleep it was an escape from the real world but now I just fight it but to night I fell right to sleep.

The next morning I walked into the ER where Jackson and Owen were. "morning boys"

"hay Torres" Owen smiled.

"what are you doing?" I asked walking in between the two men. Jackson was unwrapping a package shaped like a big picture frame. "it's the new sign for the ER" he smiled pulling out the navy blue plack

"hold this please" he asked handing me his coffee then shoved some notebooks and files off the nurses station and then took the sign from me. "Avery is that necessary?" Owen half laughed. Me and Jackson shrugged as he hung it up then looked at me and Owen

"floors lava" he said casually. I rolled me eyes and jumped in office chair that was at the nurses station. The movement made it slightly roll away in the process.

"what are you two doing?" Owen sighed but still found it funny. I bursted into laughter. I lived for these little moments. Jackson and Owen rarely played around but when he did he could be a total child and I loved him for that.

"Owen the floor is lava! Your gonna die!" I shouted. he rolled her eyes. "you both are children" he said chuckling.

"so?" Jackson asked hopping of the counter as Mark came up to us. "sloan don't forget about the Attendings meeting tonight" Owen said.

"can't" Mark said we both looked at Owen as he raised an eyebrow "me and (y/n) are going out"

"we are?" I asked confused. He nodded with a smile. "it's been a while since we went out on a date and there's a movie I wanna take you to"

"that's fine" Owen said. If I wasn't involved he would say no.

"thanks Hunt!" we both shouted as he left.

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"that's was awful" I said and Mark laughed as we walked out of the movie theater that just got done showing the new batman. His arm was around my shoulder keeping his hip to mine. "it wasn't that bad" Mark said.

"the Ben Affleck's batman is so much better" I said as we walked down the street. "well next time I promise I'll pick a better movie" 'Next time' hit me the wrong way. What if there wasn't a next time?

Callie and Arizona's words kept replaying in my mind over and over. I sighed and looked down at the side walk as I interlocked my fingers with his. That didn't go unnoticed to him. "is everything okay?" I shrugged my shoulders. And nodded yes.

"what? You nervous about the Treacher Collins surgery next week?" he asked. Before I could say anything his mouth continued to move. "don't worry we're gonna nail it like always." I knew he was trying to make me feel better but there was more to our lives than just surgery.

He stopped talking when I stopped walking with him. He turned around and looked at me with concern. "what's wrong?"

My eyes began to sting with tears. I looked away as soon as the first tear dropped. His thumb and pointer finger gently grabbed my chin and moved my face so are eyes met. "what's going on?"

"Mark I'm sick" I said bluntly. He looked at me confused. "we can go home if you want... Or we can stop by the hospital to see what's wron-"

"Mark I have cancer... Leukemia" I said quietly. Mark froze with no emotion in his eyes. "what?" he whispered.

"no, no, no, you can't your perfect...w-why? H-how long?" he rambled as tears begin to fill his blue eyes.

I gulped down a sob. "two years. I found out a little bit after the shooting"

"two years!" he shouted making me look down. "you've been hiding this from me for two years? Why?"

"you would have told me to stop surgeries and be protective of me and stopped me from doing stuff!" I said back.

"stuff?... Stuff! God damn it I made you do too much stuff. I-I" he started to pace around me running his fingers through his hair nervously "

"no Mark.. you've kept me healthy. If I didn't have you I would have probably..."

"don't finish that sentence" he said knowing exactly what I ment. He looked at me again. "God damnit! Why you?" he shouted slamming the door of his car with his fist making me flinch.

"of all the people in this world.. Why you?" he asked full on crying now. His tears hurt worse than any kinda pian this sickness gave me. I hated the way he was reacting. His pain made my heart clinch.

"everything happens for a reason"

"well this world is fucked up.. You've done nothing to deserve this" he mumbled opening the driver side of the car. He motions me to get in behind the wheel.

"go ahead and drive home" he said. I quickly shook my head no not wanting to be alone. "I need to be alone right now I-I need to think"

"drive home safely and text me when you get home" when I sat down in the driver seat his head dipped down inside and have me a soft kiss. "I Love You"

I started the car and that God damn guns n Roses song started on the radio. I watched Mark walked down the street in the review mirror and tears fell again. I slammed my fist into the steering wheel as the song continued.

"So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way

'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain"

--------(Mark's pov)--------

I felt my heart sink as I walked down the dark road. I couldn't figure out why she had to hide something so serious from me. I knew who I need to go to but the question was, was he gonna help. I he closer I got to my destination the colder and wetter it got. A down pour started making me thank full I gave (y/n) the car.

The sound of the rain hitting me and the pavement sounded like a drum banging next to my ear. I didn't talk about my feeling much but my emotions was through the roof as I ran down the hallway of the hospital soaking wet.

"Derek I need your help" I said as barged into one of the ORs. I'd never done that while he was preforming surgery and thanked God he was finished.

"Sloan what the hell" Webber said. His irritation seemed to slightly go away when he saw me. I rolled my eyes and ripped of the mask I had as holding on my face. I shivered as mine and Derek's Eyes locked. I hated to tell him the two were close (y/n) was like a sister to him. The shivers got worse as I calmed myself down not daring to cry I front of them.

"why are you all wet? What's going on?" Derek asked. I paced back and forth. "calm down" I hear him say but I didn't listen.

"it's (y/n)" Webber and Derek immediately stopped in their tracks. That hit them differently. Callie looked up slowly from the leg she was operating on. "you know" she said softly. I looked down pissed she kept it from me too.

"what's wrong with (y/n)?" Derek asked. Taking his gear off as the nurse got him ready for recovery.

"s-she has c-cancer" I stumbled over my worlds. "she's sick and might be dying so I-I need your help...I-i don't know what to do"

"Torres is she excepting treatment?" I asked looking at my best friend. She sighed and her eyes glossed over. "n-no she's not"

"Mark we don't know her history or what's going on" Webber said softly.

"I knew this would be a waist of fucking time" I growled as I walked to the front door. "Mark" Derek grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

"I'll see what I can do but I can't help unless she let's let's me, you know how she is"

"I cant let her die" I mumbled. "we won't" Derek said.

--------(1st pov)--------

"just don't cut it all" I mumbled as me and Arizona sat in front of the mirror. She looked at me through the mirror as she turned the razor on. The buzzing maid me shiver as she started to cut off inches. Before she could get to far there was a knock on the door.

"I'll be back" she said softly hugging me before she left for the door. In the distance I could hear Derek's voice along with Meredith's. I let out sigh glad it was the couple I've grown close to over the years.

Meredith came into the bathroom where I was and gave me a sympathetic smile. "hay Mer"

"hay" she looked at my now short hair and smiled. "the look suits you" she placed her hand on my shoulder studding the now pixie cut that was my hair.

As I looked in the mirror my reflection started to get blurry and nausea bubbled in my stomach and chest. I heaved and rubbed my forehead. Meredith rubbed my back. "are you okay"

Before I could answer I puked in the sink as Meredith shouted for Derek and Arizona. Derek barged in first.

"are you okay?" he asked frantically? "(n/n)?"

"im gonna pass out" I said as everything around me started spinning. "yup, definitely passing out" I said falling into Derek's arms as everything went black.

--------(Mark's pov)--------

"where is she?" I asked pushing pasted Owen to get into her room. "Torres were is she?" I asked stopping in front of her. Callie look scared and that gave enough confirmation. Nothing was okay. The thought of losing her was like a stab to the heart.

"can I see her?" Callie nodded and got up from I front of her hospital door. I took a deep breath before slowly inching the door open terffied on what's on the other side. I slowly peaked on the behind the door. I smiled softly seeing her slowly wake up and give me a big grein. "hay Doc"

I raced to her side trying to keep it together. "I'm sorry I ran off" she quickly shook her head "it's okay I understand"

"no it's not okay" I shook my head. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"are you in any pain?" I asked afraid of the answer. She shook her head no. "maybe a few headaches every now and then"

"please don't keep anything like this from me again" she nodded and took my hand. I held her hand tight like I was afraid she was going to disappear.

--------(Callie's pov)--------

Later that night I went into to see my sister. I sighed seeing her fast asleep but Mark fighting to stay awake.

"Mark go to bed alright" he fixed his posture in the chair next to her bed and shook his head. "I'm fine"

"I'll be with her.. Its fine" he finally nodded and gave (y/n) a kiss on the forehead be for he left for the door. Before I could sit down Mark turned around getting my attention.

"Callie I got something important to ask you" I nodded telling him to continue. "can I have your blessing on marring (y/n?" before I could answer he started rambling. Something he's being doing a lot lately.

"I wanted to ask you because I know your dad hates me and you two are a lot closer" he sighed and looked down while pulling his fingers from his hair and slapping the side of his leg.

I stood still for I bit. He's my best friend and all but he was dating my little sister the person I protected forever. When they started dating I hated him for it because I thought he'd use her but that wasn't the case at all. He's good to her and I'm glad they have each other.

"now would be a good time to answer Torres" his voice said snapping me back to reality. I smiled and shook my head yes. "yes you can"

"thank you" he said letting out a sigh of relief.

"just get some sleep will ya" he nodded and left the room. I sighed and fell into the chair Mark was in originally. I brushed the dark hairs out of her face. The only resemblance we had to the exception of our eyes. She looked like dad and I look like our mother.

I sighed taking her hand gently not wanting to wake her. The realization that she's getting worse hit me. I couldn't lose her and the fear only made it worse. The other guy didn't even want to come out. That's when I dozed off myself.

(next day)

The next day Alex, Christina and Jackson all stood outside (y/n) room. Mark and Callie were both in there with her as she slept.

"so it's true? She has cancer?" Alex asked sounding broken and pissed as he looked in the window of (y/n)'s room. Jackson let out a hurt sigh as he nodded.

"I'd never thought it would be her too." Alex mumbled thinking he's gonna loose (y/n) to cancer like he did Izzie.

"she bet it, she's tough" Christina said looking between Owen and Jackson. Owen looked up from his cart and sighed. "I really hope your right.

--------(Mark's pov, 6 months later)--------

About three months after (y/n) got out of the hospital we had a small wedding and went of to an easy honeymoon. That's what she wanted. Everything seemed to be fine in till this month. Everyone saw it coming but that doesn't mean I didn't hurt like hell. At least she's isn't in anymore pain.

The funeral was small and just like she would have wanted. She wouldn't have wanted us to make a big deal of her death but it still hurt. A bout a week later Owen and Jackson made a memorial plack to put in the peds room where she works. I walk by it everyday and as crazy as it sounds sometimes I'll talk to like it's really her.

It was hard on everyone. It was the first time I ever saw Alex cry and Owen for the first time was speechless. (y/n) was the soul of the hospital and the glue that kept us together. She showed love and kindness to each one of them.

I was more worried for Callie she didn't cry or speak during the funeral. Maybe the realization hasn't hit. Arizona did but she's was trying her hardest to stay strong for Callie and me. Derek couldn't take it he tried his hardest to keep her alive the last few months and she didn't make it. It killed me to think he blames himself. It didn't blame him, no one did.

When the service ended everyone wanted to be left alone. To get through their own grieving process. Unfortunately it had be done on work hours. I walked down the silent hallway. Damn it's never this quiet. My thoughts were broke by the sounds of a female sobbing. And knew that sound all too well.

"Callie" I said softly. SHe let out a sob and slid down the wall holding (y/n)'s doctors coat. "why did it have to be her?" i felt my chest tightened and my bottom lip quiver. 'I wasn't gonna cry' I kept repeating trying to stay in the right state of mind to calm Callie down.

I sighed and slid down the wall setting next to her. I softly smiled at her coat. The name on it got changed to Dr. Torres-Sloan a bit before she died. I never even thought about being a widow. She hasn't even been gone a month and I don't know how to continue.

"i remember how pissed you and derek were when you found out we started dating" you wanted to kill me but Derek had me already to the ground beating the crap out of me" I said. "it never mattered to me I love her more than anything"

Callie looked at me with her red puffy eyes. "you two were perfect for each other, I'm glad she had you"

"yeah I know.." I said softly. I put my arm on her shoulder and hugger her tight. "she loved you so much" Callie whispered.

I sighed. "she was so excited for this conjoined twins project" I was trying to change the subject. Trying to think happy. Callie let out a laugh mixed with a sob. "but she didn't want to fly. she kept telling us plans are dangerous and made us watch final Destination"

"I'm gonna miss her so much" I mumbled. "me too.."

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