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helloalycia · 3 months
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𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑
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summary: after Jackie decides to volunteer with you at your mum's fundraiser, you wonder why she's so inquisitive about your friendship with another girl.
warning/s: none.
author's note: okay so for this one i just googled a random place in new jersey for a school (if anyone happens to recognise it haha). But yeah, only a few people reading this one but still hope you like it! 🥰
one / three / masterlist / wattpad
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"Raising money for better mental health services, would really appreciate you coming along!" I said as I handed out some flyers by the school entrance. "There's gonna be food and games and all sorts! Free entry!"
On the whole, a lot of students were taking the flyers. Of course, there were the few that outright ignored me or some jocks that took the piss, but overall reception was good. Besides, I was only doing my part to help my mum out, who managed this mental health charity in our town and needed me to spread the word some more about a fundraising event she was hosting next week.
As I continued to hand out flyers, Jackie happened to walk out next, amidst the huddle of students, and accepted the flyer with a grin. She stepped to the side to raise an eyebrow at me inquisitively.
"Ooh, what are you doing?" she asked, eyes scanning the flyer in her hand.
I continued to hand them out whilst speaking to her, soon realising students would just accept anything you held out to them. "Just trying to spread the word about this event at the community centre. My mum thought it would help if I handed these out at school."
She nodded, intrigued, before she looked up at me. "Nice. Are you going?"
"Yep. I got roped into helping out, but I don't mind."
At this, her smile grew. "And are you looking for volunteers?"
I studied her suspiciously. "I suppose so... why?"
She rolled her eyes like it was obvious, which I guess it was. "Because I'd love to help out, duh!"
I blinked, surprised. "Oh, well... yeah. That would be super helpful actually."
"Awesome," she said, tilting her head to flash me a smile. "Share the details tomorrow?"
"Sure thing."
Her eyes sparkled in the light, though with a hint of her usual Jackie mystery. "I'll catch you later, Y/N."
And with that, she was gone. Such a strange girl.
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When the day of the event finally arrived, I was helping my mum out in the morning, making sure all the stalls were set up and the vendors had everything they needed. There was supposed to be a good turnout, considering my mum had done a lot of promotion for it, so I expected it to be busy today.
Just on time, Jackie arrived and found me talking to my mum at the front of the hall. When I spotted her, I smiled and waved her over.
"Hey, thanks for coming," I greeted, giving her a quick hug.
"Thanks for having me," she said cheerfully, before looking to my mum with a bright smile and putting out her hand. "You must be Y/N's sister!"
I internally facepalmed as my mum began to blush at Jackie's compliment. Talk about sucking up.
"Her mother," my mum corrected, shaking her hand. "You can call me Y/M/N. I take it you're Jackie?"
"Oh, how silly of me!" Jackie played into it, and I watched with a questioning smile. "You just look so young! I can see where Y/N gets her looks from. It's lovely to meet you, Y/M/N. Yes, I'm Jackie."
"Well, Jackie, thanks a lot for volunteering today," my mum said appreciatively. "We have a few others helping out too, all wearing one of these." She handed her a lanyard. "We just need some extra hands to watch over things, help out anyone who needs it. Y/N will help out if you need it."
"Sounds good to me," Jackie quipped with a nod. "The place looks great already. You really set all this up yourself?"
Again, my mum was easily swayed by Jackie's words. "I had help, but yes. Glad you like it." Then her pager vibrated and she checked it before saying, "Sorry, girls, I'm needed elsewhere. Y/N, you alright helping Jackie?"
"Uh-huh."
"Great," she said, hugging me sideways and offering Jackie a smile. "See you around, sweetie."
"And you, Y/M/N," Jackie replied with a grin, watching her walk away.
I stared at her with both disbelief and amusement, and she looked back to me with an innocent smile.
"What?"
I raised my eyebrows, trying not to laugh. "What are you doing?"
With a dead serious look in her eyes, she said, "Well, I'm not not flirting with your mum."
I furrowed my brows with a slacken jaw, and she began to laugh at my expression.
"I'm impressing your mum, idiot," she clarified, pulling on her lanyard. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I can see that, but why?" I asked, as she pulled out her compact mirror to check her makeup.
"Why not?" she retorted, winking at me playfully before returning her gaze to her mirror.
I sighed, knowing I'd never understand the way Jackie's brain worked, but also ignored the way my insides fluttered at her wink. Stupid pretty girls and their stupid faces.
After Jackie was finishing beautifying herself, I showed her around the hall and introduced her to some of the people volunteering their time, as well as the vendors and small businesses offering their services. Naturally, she got along with everyone, giving her best impression and no doubt wanting to impress my mum some more. For what reason, I wasn't sure, since there was literally nothing my mum could give her except maybe a good reference for her college application. Either way, I was both concerned and amused for her.
Slowly but surely, the public started to arrive and the hall was soon packed with residents of the community. Music was playing in all corners of the hall, everyone was taking part in some games, donating money wherever they could and buying whatever food they wanted. It was actually a lovely sight to see and I didn't mind helping out when I saw how excited my mum was about it all.
I left Jackie at intervals, the two of us helping out where ever we could, and myself taking some photos for my mum whenever I found the chance. Soon, I was at the charity's stall, assisting some of the volunteers with handing out flyers as a few of them went on their lunch break.
"Y/N, hey!"
I looked up when I heard my name, spotting the daughter of someone my mum worked with, Olivia. We were friendly whenever we saw each other at events like these, but she attended a different school in the area, so I didn't see her much.
"Hey, Liv," I greeted her with a smile when she stopped before me. "How are you?"
"I'm good," she returned my smile. "It's good to see you. It's sweet of you to help out your mum like this."
"Eh, I don't mind," I said with a shrug. "How are you liking it anyway? Been here long?"
She looked around, impressed. "It's a lot more cooler than I thought it would be. Your mum really pulled out all the stops."
"Yeah, it's called trying to appeal to the youth," I joked, making her laugh.
"It worked," she agreed, before studying my face. "You look really nice. Did you do something different with your hair?"
I touched my ponytail instinctively. "No? I guess it was shorter when I last saw you."
She nodded, eyes flickering between mine. "Yeah, I think that's it. Well, you suit it long. Looks really pretty."
Surprised at her compliment, but flattered nonetheless, I smiled with embarrassment and avoided her exceptionally good eye contact. "Thanks."
She chuckled at my reaction. "Cute."
Clearly not expecting this outright flirting today, I held out a flyer to change the subject. "You want one?"
Suppressing the urge to laugh, she accepted the flyer, her fingers brushing mine and only managing to increase the warmth on my cheeks.
"Got a ton of these at home from my mum," she pointed out, making me wince with embarrassment. "But happy to have it."
"Right. Obviously."
She laughed again and I smiled awkwardly, wondering why the hell I was being so weird. I guess it was just so unexpected, and I didn't even know Olivia was into girls. She was lovely, pretty too, but I was caught off guard.
"There you are," I heard Jackie's voice, and then she appeared very closely beside me, an unreadable expression on her face. As if realising Olivia was stood right there, she said, "Oh, hello."
Before I could introduce the two, Olivia seemed to recognise her and studied her curiously.
"Wait, I know you," she started, trying to work it out, before it hit her. "You're Jackie Taylor, captain of the Yellowjackets, right?"
I'd forgotten that the Yellowjackets had played Olivia's school's soccer team many times.
Jackie nodded, looking uncharacteristically disinterested. "Uh-huh."
Olivia, whether she chose to ignore it or didn't notice, smiled politely and looked between us. "Wow, I didn't know you were both friends."
"Well, we are," Jackie said bluntly, and I glanced sideways at her, wondering why she was suddenly so bitter. "Who are you, sorry?"
"Oh, how rude of me," Olivia said, paying no mind to her attitude. "I'm Olivia."
"Olivia is the daughter of one of my mum's colleagues," I explained to Jackie, hoping she'd lose her random irritation. "She goes to East Rutherford High."
Jackie nodded, eyes not leaving Olivia, and I began to grow uncomfortable in the awkward and unnecessary tension that had formed. 
Olivia seemed to feel the same as she smiled awkwardly and looked to me. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Y/N."
"You too," I said with an apologetic smile. "Have fun today."
She nodded uncomfortably and left, leaving a very jealous Jackie stood next to me. What she was jealous at was beyond me, considering she'd never known Olivia existed until now.
"You okay?" I asked, nudging her in the side to regain her attention.
Jackie looked back to me, losing her mood. "Huh? Oh, yeah. All fine here."
I quirked a brow, trying to read her expression, but she was very good at not letting me know what she was thinking.
"Right, well, what did you need?" I asked, deciding to just leave it. It wasn't like they'd meet again, was it?
"Oh, erm, someone at the entrance needed a hand and said only you'd know what to do," she remembered.
"Okay, I'll go check," I said, before looking around then handing her the pile of flyers in my hand. "You got this until Jerry comes back from his break?"
She accepted the flyers with ease. "Aye aye, captain."
I rolled my eyes, a ghost of a smile on my lips, before heading to the front of the hall. Jackie could be so weird sometimes.
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Not long later, I was taking some photos of residents chatting with vendors and owners of different stalls, knowing my mum would want to use them for promotional material in the future.
"So, if you're taking all these photos of everybody else," Jackie's voice suddenly rang out from behind me, making me stop what I was doing, "who's taking them of the volunteers?"
I turned to look at her smug expression and said, "I got some of you earlier, darling, no need to worry."
She scoffed playfully, and strangely enough, her cheeks were growing pink. "That's not what I meant, idiot." I quirked a brow and she continued, "You're supposed to be in them too."
Realising what she meant, I shook my head. "Oh, no, it's fine, I–"
But she ignored me as she was already beginning to remove the camera strap from around my neck, her fingers brushing my skin and giving me goosebumps. "Just show me what to do and I've got this covered."
"Jackie, really, it's–"
She silenced me with a single stare and I had no choice but to let her, knowing she wouldn't give up if I didn't.
"Okay," I reluctantly agreed, before trying to think where to begin. "Erm..."
She wasn't really listening, having accepted long before that she'd get what she wanted, and was already looking around for something. Finally, she grabbed my hand and said, "Over here. I'm gonna take one with the cupcakes."
We stopped before a cupcake stand and she motioned towards it.
"Pretend you're serving someone," she said, when I stared at her with confusion.
I stifled a laugh. "Or I could actually serve someone?"
She considered it before hiding a smile, and she looked really pretty doing it. "That works too."
Laughing properly, I sorted out the settings on my camera before letting her take a few photos of me serving some people. It was weird, since I was never the subject of a photo, especially when it was Jackie Taylor perceiving me on the other side of the camera. But after a few takes, Jackie approached me and removed the camera from her neck.
"All done?" I asked, secretly hoping the answer was yes, but she shook her head.
"We've gotta have one together," she said like it was obvious, and before I could protest, she was already stopping a passer-by, asking them if they could take it.
"Jackie–"
She shushed me before smiling with amusement and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Smile for the nice lady, Y/N."
I swallowed hard, unable to think straight when I smelt her floral perfume lingering in the air. Did she always smell this nice?
"Say cheese!" the lady who was taking the photo said.
Snapping back into reality, I rested my hand on Jackie's waist before smiling. The lady took a few, which probably featured variations of my same awkward smile and Jackie's picture-perfect one. Finally, Jackie let go of me to thank the lady, and I could suddenly breathe again, trying not to overthink that whole encounter. Again, just stupid pretty girls and their stupid pretty perfumes.
"You better show me those," Jackie said with a chuckle, handing me back my camera.
I exhaled, smiling a little. "I will."
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Not long after I ate a quick lunch, Y/BF/N dropped by with her parents to show their support. After they did their round of the hall, Y/BF/N found me again, laughing.
"What?" I asked, wondering what she found so funny.
"Nothing. It's just– Jackie's really laying it on thick with you, huh?"
At this, I raised my brows in agreement. "Right? You've noticed it too? I'm not imagining it?!"
"Definitely not," she said between laughter. "Pretty sure she's becoming obsessed with you. I've seen her find you like a million times. And I'm pretty sure she keeps buttering your mum up."
Glad I wasn't going crazy, I nodded in agreement.
"What did you do? She's either planning to murder you or marry you."
"Hilarious," I said, unamused, and she kept laughing.
"As long as she's not fighting for my place as your bestie, she can do what she wants," she said with a grin, before hugging me. "Look, I gotta go. I have babysitting and my parents are having a date night."
"It's all good, thanks for stopping by anyway," I said with a smile. "Tell your mum and dad thanks too. See you later, Y/BF/N."
As she walked away, I thought about what she said, and was unable to let it leave my head as the day went on. She's either planning to murder you or marry you. Clearly the first option was out of the question, but Jackie couldn't like me, could she? She was straight, as far as I knew, and I was certain this was just an unlikely friendship. Right?
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Quite literally when I thought the day couldn't get any stranger, the rest of the Yellowjackets team decided to show up, finding both Jackie and I at the front counter. I was surprised, whereas Jackie greeted them all with a hug.
"This looks sick," Van said as she looked around. "Oh my god, is that a bouncy house?!"
"It's for the kids, but–"
Before I could finish, she was already legging it to the other side of the hall, making Taissa groan but follow after her.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, before correcting, "I mean, I'm glad to see you all, but I don't think the flyers at school worked that well."
Shauna chuckled and nodded to the blonde beside me. "Jackie invited us."
"More people means more money for charity, right?" Jackie said when I looked to her.
"I– yeah," I answered, not really having a retort. It was very kind of her.
The Yellowjackets stayed for a little while, actually earning a lot of attention since many people from school and their parents recognised the award-winning soccer team. It worked in our favour, as we seemed to be getting a lot more money with everyone being encouraged by them to spend more. I couldn't exactly tell you why, but I knew we had Jackie to thank.
When the event finally ended and everybody left, the hall was a mess and I was already dreading cleaning up, but at least my mum looked ecstatic as she approached Jackie and I.
"You girls did great work today," she said to us both with a bright smile. "And Jackie, thank you for inviting your soccer team! I don't know why I forgot that you were the captain. Explains so much!"
"Of course, happy to help," Jackie returned with a grin.
"I don't want to keep you any longer," my mum told her. "Thanks again for volunteering."
"It was really fun," Jackie said, and she didn't seem to be lying or exaggerating.
"Looks good on your college application too," my mum added knowingly, making Jackie chuckle.
"I didn't do it for that," she said earnestly, glancing at me.  "Thanks though. And I don't mind staying, honestly."
"It's all good, Jackie, really," I said to her, not wanting her to feel obliged. "It's a lot to clean."
"Won't be if there's more of us," she retorted, and I was seriously questioning why she was being so helpful and kind. Not that she usually wasn't, but why to me?
"Okay, well, I guess you girls can start with cleaning the tables once the vendors are packed up," my mum said, pleased. "Thanks again."
So, as my mum went to collect all the money together and some of the other volunteers were brushing up the rubbish, Jackie and I got to wiping down all the tables and binning anything that wasn't needed.
"Today was really fun," Jackie said as we worked.
"I heard," I said in a teasing voice, referencing what she said to my mum not long ago.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "No, I mean it. I had a good time today."
"You gave up your weekend for it, so I'm glad," I said jokingly, but it made her laugh nonetheless, and it made me smile.
We were halfway done with cleaning up, working in a comfortable silence, until she spoke up again.
"That girl earlier. Do you like her?"
I raised my eyebrows as I glanced up at her, but she wasn't looking at me, instead focusing on throwing some rubbish in the bag in her hand.
"Olivia?" I asked, though I knew it was her.
Jackie nodded, and as I tried to think of an answer, she continued in a knowing voice, "She was flirting, you know."
"What?"
"The girl, Olivia," she said with a clenched jaw, still refusing to meet my eyes. "It was textbook flirting. The playing with her hair, blinking a lot. She likes you."
"I didn't even realise," I admitted, and she began to laugh, surprising me yet again. I swear I couldn't keep up.
"God, you're oblivious," she noticed, finally looking at me.
"It seems so."
She stared at me, eyes boring into mine, smile hidden.
"No, I don't like her," I answered her initial question.
She tilted her head curiously. "Why? She not pretty?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "What?"
She kept on going though. "Not your type?"
Despite how amusing it was to witness this side of Jackie, I played along. "She's pretty, yes, but my type? I don't know. But I don't like her like that."
She pursed her lips. "Hmm." As her attention returned to her cleaning, I thought the conversation would end there, but then she asked, "So, what is your type?"
A chuckle was begging to escape my lips. "Why does it matter?"
She shrugged, not very amused, and mumbled, "Just tryna make conversation..."
I was very curious now, eyes taking in her suddenly shy demeanour, as if a switch had just been flipped. A smile fell on my lips as I cleared my throat, wiping the table again.
"Someone who's got a pretty smile," I answered honestly. "Kind eyes."
She hummed nonchalantly.
"I don't know," I said after a moment, shrugging. "I'm hoping I'll just know when I meet someone who's 'my type'."
She nodded, kneeling down to tie the rubbish bag.
"Why? What's your type, Miss Taylor?"
She looked up in thought, biting her lip, and I forced myself to look away when I caught myself staring.
"I thought it was Jeff, but now I'm not so sure either," she said truthfully, making me snort with amusement.
"Yeah, maybe not," I agreed, before stacking the chairs.
"I guess someone who's easy to talk to," she thought aloud, before jokingly adding, "Like you."
My cheeks began to heat up at the compliment and I grew unusually flustered at the insinuation, and then she began to get flustered too, attempting to backtrack.
"Well, I mean, obviously not you," she said, stumbling a little bit, "but you know."
I nodded, smiling with embarrassment as I looked the other way. How did we even end up talking about this?
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After Jackie and I cleaned up all we could, my mum insisted we leave and thanked us for our help. And knowing Jackie, I knew she didn't have a ride home, so naturally, I was it.
As I was driving, I noticed her using the visor mirror to put lipgloss on. I pursed my lips, containing my smile, before asking, "So, do you not wanna get your license ever?"
"I have it," she said with a shrug, before popping her lips satisfactorily in the mirror.
I glanced at her with a quirked brow. "Surely you can afford a car?"
"Sure, but I was born to be a passenger princess," she said, and I started to laugh at how serious she was. "Besides," she added, "I like the ride, don't you?"
"What, the ride with me?" I teased, and she nodded like it was obvious, so I just had to play along. "Sure, it's the best part of the day. I always look forward to driving Jackie home from places."
She grinned. "Knew it."
I stifled my smile with great difficulty, but she was already laughing, unable to play the part for much longer. And as I glanced at her between driving, her laughter brightening up the space instantly and making my heart flutter, I wondered if maybe girls with pretty laughs were my type.
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The next morning at school, I was getting some books out my locker when I felt someone bump me from the side. It was Jackie in all her glory, wearing her varsity jacket and leaning against the lockers with a smile on her face.
"Good morning," she said cheerily.
"Morning," I said, closing my locker and facing her. "How're you feeling? Tired from yesterday?"
"Surprisingly, no," she answered. "But I was thinking about how much money your mum raised. D'you know yet?"
"Not yet," I said, touched she actually cared. "My mum's still counting everything. I'll let you know when."
"Oh, awesome," she said with a smile. "And the photos? When will they be done? Don't think I've forgotten."
I gave her a knowing look. "I'll be developing them today. Should be done after school."
"I've got soccer practice after school, so maybe I can see them after," she suggested hopefully. "When will you be done?"
"About an hour? Maybe a little longer?"
The bell rang, interrupting our conversation, and she straightened up before saying, "Cool. You alright to meet me at the locker room five thirty-ish?"
"Yeah, sounds good," I confirmed, and she flashed me a smile before heading to class.
My day went by as usual and then I went straight to photography class after school to finish developing my rolls of film. It was my favourite part of shooting, aside from the actual shooting, because I finally got to see how all the photos turned out.
This time, there were some I was pretty proud of and I knew my mum would love for her promotional stuff. I then got to the ones Jackie took and smiled to myself, reminding myself to compliment her on how she had the makings of a photographer. After these, I reached the ones of Jackie and I together, remembering how frozen I became from the mere scent of her perfume.
Jackie Taylor was never somebody I'd thought of like that before. Sure, I'd seen her around and chatted with her enough to determine she was lovely, pretty and quite the catch, but I'd never personally felt anything towards her that was romantic. But ever since we'd been hanging out more lately, I was growing confused.
And yesterday, the way she was acting? All weird and jealous? I was sure she was flirting, but she was always flirty with everyone.
But Y/BF/N had noticed too, so I wasn't going crazy. But why? She liked guys. But maybe she liked me too?
I groaned, moving onto the next photos, glad it wasn't another one of Jackie. She was infiltrating my thoughts and it was making me feel all weird inside. The last thing I wanted was to fall for Jackie Taylor. I was sure it would destroy me.
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Once I finally had all the photographs done, it had just hit half five and I went straight to the girls' locker room to meet the captain herself. Only, when I got there, nobody was there and I figured practice had ran over, so I waited a little longer.
A few minutes later, I heard voices from down the hall and stood up as the team were chatting, heading for the locker room.
"Oh, hey, Y/N!" Lottie greeted when she saw me, before pointing over her shoulder. "Jackie's coming."
"Thanks," I said with a smile.
The girls greeted me as they walked past, entering the locker room, then Jackie was the last one to run by, red-faced, dishevelled and sweaty.
"Sorry," she breathed out. "Practice ran over and I had to help coach with something and–"
"Hey, relax," I said with a chuckle, cutting her off. "It's fine."
"Give me ten minutes?" she asked hopefully. "I just need to shower."
"Sure," I agreed, and she sighed with relief. "You're going home with Shauna, right? My car is in the lot. I can meet you there?"
She nodded, relaxing. "Yeah. Thanks, Y/N."
I waved as she went into the locker room before going straight to my car in the parking lot, getting comfy because a ten minute shower for Jackie definitely meant longer. And I was proven correct when twenty minutes later, as I was reading my book to pass time, she suddenly knocked on the driver's seat window, startling me.
"Sorry!" she said, her voice muffled on the other side of the glass.
"It's okay," I said, sitting up and stepping out the car. And then I looked at her and tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked because she wasn't wearing makeup and I'd never seen her without it before. Clearing my throat, I said, "How was practice?"
"Good, thanks," she breathed out with a smile, before nodding encouragingly. "So? The pictures?"
I swallowed hard, jumping into action. "Right, the pictures! One sec."
Reaching into my car, I grabbed my bag and pulled the photos out in a folder, giving her the spares I'd printed for her. She looked through them with a soft smile, the ones of her and I and also the ones she'd taken herself, and I found myself distracted by the constellation of freckles dusting her nose.
"These are great, I'm not so bad," she joked, before looking up and bringing me back to reality. "I love the ones of us. Can I keep these?"
I nodded. "Yeah, of course. Those are for you. You did good."
Her eyes sparkled excitedly. "It was a great day. I'd love to help out with something like it again if I can."
"I'll let you know if anything comes up," I promised.
She nodded with satisfaction before glancing at the photos again. "Thanks. I should go now. Shauna's waiting."
I hummed as she turned to leave, not planning to say anything, but the words kind of slipped out. "Hey, Jackie?"
She paused, glancing at me. "Yeah?"
My eyes moved from the freckles on her nose to the patient smile on her lips, then landed on her bright hazel eyes, looking green in the sunlight. "You look pretty without makeup."
Taken aback, she blinked before smiling nervously. That cute pink blush tinged her cheeks and she nodded quickly. "Er, thanks."
I began to smile as she left, surprised but also a little pleased with myself that I could have that effect on her.
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Day 1: 5some Porn Star AU
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A/N: WELCOME TO KINKTOBER 2022! I'm a few days late, but I am catching up between now and tomorrow. Please enjoy this 3.6k word porno because it's got zero plot.
WARNINGS: PLUS SIZE READER, Language, SMUT, PWP, surprise female director, Fem director fisting reader (ass and pussy), Double penetration (ass and pussy), boot licking, foot to face, Double penetration (ass and ass), Slapping, spitting, choking, oral (M receiving), squirting (slurping up squirt), Vibrator wand, throatpie, facial, cum in eye, creampie, IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING. I'M SO SORRY (MINORS DNI)
"Hey Daphne, we're ready for you," the producer says to you at your vanity.
"Oh okay!" You stand up and adjust your skirt before following him out of the green room. You walk down the dingy hallway before you start to see bright lights and hear more chatter. The makeup artist on set ushered you to the chair in the middle of the room and you sat down. She added a bit more powder and gloss to your look,
"Are you excited?"
"I'm so nervous!"
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"Yeah I guess that's true...."
"You'll do great. Just let loose and have fun," she said with a wink. She took a slight step back to look at her work and when she was satisfied, she gave your knee a light squeeze before walking away.
"Alright, everyone quiet on set! We're gonna get this thing started." This was the first time you heard Scarlett speak today and her voice sent waves through your body. After she got situated in the Director's chair next to the camera, she started talking to you.
"Alright Sweetie, we're about to shoot the first interview right now. Don't worry, it'll just be me and you talking; trying to get a better feel as to who you are, what brought you here, etc. Sound good?"
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"Alright, everyone quiet! Hit lights, roll camera. Let me see how that looks," she says to the cameraman. She gives you a thumbs up while still looking in the viewfinder before turning back to you,
“Hi there.”
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“You are very welcome. So Daphne, you know why you’re here, right? I mean you’re here to get fucked.”
“By 4 guys.” 
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“Ohhh my gosh, haha.”
“So tell me what brought you to Lovemefuckme.com. Was it fantasies? Was it a boyfriend who was a little rough and you realized ‘hey, this turns me on’? Or what was it that made you want to shoot with such a rough company?”
“Ummmm, I guess a little bit of all of it. I’ve had these sort of darker, 'struggle to get away’ fantasies for as long as I could remember. All of my boyfriends were never rough enough, so I think that’s why the want for this experience still lingers. Plus I mean, in the "real world" you don't always have 4 guys willing to throw you around and fuck you safely. I think that's really important when it comes to acting out darker fantasies. And I feel super safe with you, so I know I'll be more willing to put on the show of "No I really don't want this" while keeping my legs open and welcoming cocks, haha!"
"That's super hot. And trust me, you do not have to tell these guys twice about being rough. Have you ever been gangbanged or DP'd before?"
"No! I've never even had a threesome, so having two cocks in me at once or even in the same hole is what I'm shooting for!"
"Amazing. Hopefully we can stretch you out to do that. How tall are you, if you don't mind me asking."
"I'm barely 5'6."
"Oh they're gonna have fun with your little ass. Two of our guys are 6'5."
"Holy shit," you say squirming in your chair and rubbing your legs together.
"Nuh uh. I see that. No cheating," Scarlett warns.
"Sorry!" you say with a small giggle.
"And we can cut this part out if you want, but how much do you weigh?"
"I'm 230. But that's another reason I'm here. I've seen plus size models get roughed up and tossed around like nothing on the site and girls like me have a hard time finding that in society. So, I'm really looking forward to that!"
"Yeah, you are one of our smaller plus size models so the guys will have no problem at all rocking your little world. I mean you know we practically work with anyone who is consenting and over 18. We've had petite, plus size, milfs, mature, trans. The list goes on. But they're all here for the same reason you are; to live out their taboo fantasy safely...and get paid for it."
"Oh yeah the money is just a bonus!"
"Money is going to be the last thing on your mind, but I promise you will get paid for the work you do. Speaking of money, since this is a struggle scene I am offering you incentives to not get fucked."
"To not get fucked?"
"Exactly, so if you can last the whole shoot without a cock in your pussy, ass or mouth then that's an instant $1,000 bonus on top of what you're already making. If you just so happen to escape from the room, meaning past the camera and production crew, then that's an extra $4,000. So in total, you can make up to $5,000 plus your set salary. How does that sound?"
"Oh wow! I really wanted to get fucked, but 5 grand sounds a little better!"
"That's what they all say," she said with a grin.
"Now that we've gone over the basics, it's time to talk about your safe words. Do you remember them?"
"Yes. It's 'Red' if i want to stop, 'Mercy' or 'Yellow' to slow down or change something and 'Uh Uh Uh' if I have something in my mouth."
"Perfect. And make sure to really emphasize the head shake with 'Uh Uh Uh'. If you get nervous, just look to me and I'll try to center you back. Please know that you can use your safe word as many times as you need to and that it does not make you a weak model. It could be as simple as you have an eyelash in your eye to needing more lube. If you need to use them, please do not hesitate, okay?"
"Okay," you say with a sweet smile.
"Alright, well I think that about covers it. Are you ready?"
"I'm so ready."
"Okay, we'll call you back in about 20 minutes."
"Perfect!"
*20 minutes later*
You were back on set in the middle of the room. There was a small light behind the production crew that was positioned in a way that darkened your surroundings but lit you up. You could tell you weren't alone due to the heavy breathing coming from different directions in the room. You started to vibrate with excitement and fear at the same time.
"Alright, you ready?! Remember, 1,000 bucks to not get any cocks inside of you and $4,000 if you get past me. Once a cock is in you, there's no need to fight them off because you already lost that money. Just enjoy it. You have until the end of the shoot to get out. No biting, no scratching, no throwing elbows. Ready? GO!"
You let out a small squeal before running toward the crew. You get maybe 2 feet before the overhead lights are turned on and an arm is reached out and you're tugged back by your waist. Your feet come slightly off the floor as you're yanked back into the biggest man's torso. You see a tall, buff blonde come a pull one of your legs, followed by the shorter blonde doing the same; causing you to start bucking your legs.
They laugh at your attempts as the curly haired brunette comes and pulls your top down, exposing your black bra. They all let out a growl as he starts to knead your clad tit. You're still squirming in their embrace, trying to get free but to no avail. You arch your back and the man behind you grips tighter,
"Stop fighting. You've already lost," he says in your ear.
"Fuck you guys! No, I haven't!"
"Fuck us? Fuck us?" He yanks you back toward the bed, but the other men still have your legs.
"Let her go, guys. Let her go. You heard her, she wants to fuck us." They all release and you and Pablo flop back on the bed, your arms still behind your back. He wraps his legs around yours and holds them open. His hand goes around your neck, the other locking your arms as Henry tears your underwear at the hips and rips them off.
Alex and Chris begin taking off your shoes before taking turns ripping your tank top down your chest, leaving glorious red streaks in the process. Alex tugs at the center of your bra and it pops open. His and Henry's hands go straight for your nipples, tugging and flickering them. You're still struggling as your are now butt naked. Chris starts to rub your clit roughly.
"Alright, someone get a dick inside of her," Pablo says as Chris unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock. He positions himself between your legs and attempts to infiltrate your hole. You're still struggling as much as you can, making it difficult for him to execute.
The other three were still laughing at your attempts to get free. Chris repositions himself and starts to rub the head of his cock over your hole.
Scarlett yelled from the other side of the room, "Remember, 1,000 bucks! Don't let those cocks in you."
"You have a cock in you yet?" Pablo asked from behind you.
"Basically," you said with a smile.
"She's fucking tight," Chris says, still probing at your cunt. You let out a small laugh that turned into a moan when you felt the warm sting of Chris finally entering your pussy. He shows no mercy in his movements as he begins fucking you. Alex and Henry both have their cocks out and are stroking them, watching Chris have his way with you.
He thrusts relentlessly in you a few more times before he tells someone else to tag in. Henry races and untangles your legs from Pablo; growling as he pulled you farther on your back. Pablo still had your arms, but Henry placed your legs on one of his shoulders. His hand replaced Pablo's around your neck and he begins to pound you harder than Chris.
You can't help but stare up at Henry's curls bouncing up and down. You're snapped out of your daze when you feel Alex reach his hand between your bodies and grip your tit. Henry goes balls deep one last time before he pulls out. Alex grabs your hair and pulls you from the bed and to your knees. He turns your head towards Henry, forcing you to taste yourself.
You happily slurp his cock, tasting the pleasure your body secreted before you take him deeper; bobbing your head up and down. He pushes you off and tells you to find dicks. You reach out both hands and welcome them like you said earlier.
You're suddenly pulled up by the hair on the nape of your neck and yanked backwards by Pablo. You briefly look him in his eyes before he spit roughly on your cheek. You smile wide before he pushes you back on the bed. You land on your stomach when your ankle is caught and pulled back so you're back on the floor.
Alex pulls your hips up so you're on your knees and easily slides his cock in your sopping cunt. He lets out a grunt and bottoms out immediately. The grip he had on your hips was monstrous, but his cock felt too good to care. Pablo placed his boot on your jaw and you stick out your tongue to lick it. Alex repositions one of his hands and starts to have a hold on your shoulder. He starts to watch you lick the boot of the behemoth of a man and spits towards your face. You swipe it into your mouth and hold your fingers there as the familiar coil in your stomach starts to form.
You're moaning around your fingers when your eyes roll back.
"Are you cumming?" Pablo asks, leaning down. "Is she cumming?"
"Oh she's fucking cumming," Alex says.
"Don't let her cum," Henry calls out. Alex roughly pulls out of you and you moan in disagreement, but your orgasm was too close and your moan soon turns to pleasure.
"Did you fucking cum anyway?" Chris asks. You could't even regain your composure before you're trying to stand and escape. Chris and Henry push you back to the ground and Pablo is on you in less than a second. You're picked up and thrown back down, Pablo on your back. You heard his zipper go down,
"Since you still want to get away, I'll just make sure you can't." He spit in his hand you feel the head of his cock teasing your ass before thrusting in and giving no time to adjust. You let out a loud squeal while all the other men started whooping and cheering.
You were thrown around in all different positions before you were covered in sweat, your own cum and spit. You were almost out of it when a fully naked Henry came and slammed you against the wall face first. Pablo couched on your right and lifted your leg on his shoulder while Henry pounded your gaping ass. You ended up cumming again without permission and he yanked his cock out after Pablo told him to get the vibrator.
He lifted you to the position you started the shoot in, Chris and Alex pulling your legs apart once more.
"Get the vibrator." Henry picked up the black Hitachi Wand and held it to your overexposed clit.
Your worlds started to vibrate as your body shook from the wand,
"Ohhhhhh shiiiiitttt!!!!"
"Are you gonna ask to cum this time," Pablo taunted.
"Yes God please! Can I cum! Please let me cum!"
"You can cum, but I wanna see you cum on Scarlett's fist.
She struts on the set and sticks her fist in your mouth,
"Lube it up, bitch." She bends down to your cunt and slowly starts to stretch your pussy with her hand in the #4.
"OH MY GOD! FUCK! OH SHIT!"
"Look at that. Look at your whore cunt. Hold her head up." Pablo listened and shoved your head towards your stretched out pussy to see Scarlett's full fist filling you up.
"OH FUCK! Can I cum? Please can I cum?"
"Cum! Cum!" She encouraged. She kept pumping her fist in and out until you were soaking her forearm in cum. Your eyes were almost demonic as you came for the hardest time that day.
"Mmmmm, can I taste it? I wanna taste it," you say with you tongue out. Her fist is still inside of you when she tells Pablo to lower you back to the floor so you're sitting on her fist. She slowly pulls it out and immediately shoved it in your mouth.
"Taste it you fucking whore. Look at my shirt. Look what you did!" She yelled as she pulled you forward by your hair and onto your stomach. You begin to slurp up your squirt from the floor and swallow it. You do it again but this time she tells you to hold it in you mouth. She sits you back on your butt and opens your legs wide before attaching the wand back to your sensitive clit.
"Gargle that shit." You waste no time in following her command. You swallow it again and her hand is back down your throat. You begin to fight her and Chris comes and holds your arms. You try to talk but it comes out in gargles,
"What? Hmmm? What are you trying to tell me?" she asks as she turns off the wand. "You think I care that you want to breathe?"
"You should fist her ass too," you hear Henry say from behind Scarlett. She pulls her hand from your mouth and rubs your spit all over your face. She does it again and goes deeper down your throat,
"I'm gonna fist every hole you have. Turn her over."
Chris flips you over and Pablo and Alex each take a leg. Chris places his knee on your head to prevent you from moving at all. You feel Scarlett spit on your tight ass for good measure before she makes the same #4 shape with her hand and begins forcing her fist in your hole.
You begin to struggle against all of them and Henry comes and places his foot on your hips, holding them down.
"Ahh...ahhhh! Ow! Ow! OW!"
"We don't respond to 'Ow', bitch," you hear Pablo say. You still struggle when you hear Scarlett say to relax. You try your best, but the stretch is too much. She grabs your hips and put you on your knees to get a different angle.
The camera zoomed in on her fist and your hole, struggling to fit it. She keeps applying pressure, encouraging you to take it.
"It's almost in. Don't puss out on me now. Sit back on it." You angle your hips down and start to meet her in the middle.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
"It's almost in. It's almost in.....little more. There it is! Fucking A, that is a tight ass!" She gently pulls it out and Chris reaches for her hand before shoving it in is own mouth.
He turned you over and Scarlett's hand went around your neck before reaching for the wand once more,
"You wanna get fucked again, huh? Beg for it, bitch. Say 'Please Mommy Scarlett, let them stuff my holes' ", she says as she grips your hair and pulls your head back and forth.
"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes!"
"Look in the camera! I wanna see you beg me when I'm editing this."
"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes."
She made you cum once again and threw the wand down. Both of her hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off the air supply,
"You got me on camera with no makeup, my hair isn't done. Who the fuck do you think you are?" She asks releasing your throat and spitting in your face.
"Fuck her!" she yells before walking back to the director chair. You're yanked back to the bed, straddling Chris as he pulls you to his chest and Pablo comes up behind you. You feel Chris enter your pussy and Pablo slides easily into your stretched out ass. They fuck you like that for a few minutes while you choke on Alex's cock and stroke Henry.
You feel Chris slip out of your cunt and Pablo positions your hips down on his cock. What they're doing doesn't register until you feel Chris also poking at your ass. Pablo is still lowing your hips on their cocks before they both let out a loud moan and your eyes roll back. They relentlessly pound your tightest hole before switching with Alex and Henry.
These two are smaller than the other two, but the stretch and gape is still accomplished. Alex pulls out of your ass when Henry tells you to turn around on his cock and face the camera. With your legs open, Alex quickly switches between your pussy and ass while rubbing your clit.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Please can I cum?! Please FUCK!" They give you the green light and you're cumming and soaking their cocks like the dirty cock whore you are. You're pulled off the bed and to your knees on the floor. A cock is shoved in your mouth and down your throat before another one is forcing it's way in.
Above you, Pablo grabs the corners of your mouth and pulls them in to a makeshift smile.
"Smile for the camera, Daphne." Henry comes behind you and pulls your mascara smeared eyes open and you look in the camera with two cocks in your mouth. Pablo pulls his out and allows Alex to grab your head and use your throat like a pussy. His hips are snapping against your chin before he pulls out and strokes above you. He starts moaning loudly before shoving your nose to meet his hips, bottoming out in your throat as he releases his cum into your stomach.
The other three are stroking their cocks when Chris runs to you and squirts his cum on your face, hitting you in the eye. You wipe your eye and suck the cum off your index finger. Henry found that arousing and made your beautiful pupils his ultimate target. He moaned and came hard as you welcomed the warm, powerful sting to your orbs. This time you didn't wipe it out and looked to the last one.
Pablo pulled you up on the bed and forced you down on your back. He placed of your legs on his shoulder and shoved his cock deep in your pussy, before doing what Alex did and stretched out both holes.
"You were a real fucking whore today. Taking 4 huge cocks from grown ass men. Letting our fucking director have her way with you." He started grunting as his movements became sporadic. You came one last time with his cock in your ass while the contractions trigger his own orgasm.
You feel the warm cum ooze from his cock and coat your walls. He pulls out and you push out the creampie, putting on one last show for the room. You collapse back on the bed and the camera zooms in on your face; eyes fading shut as Scarlett yells,
"And.....CUT!"
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bqstqnbruin · 2 years
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For your blurb weekend, Jacob Markstrom with 63 please
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Happy blurb weekend!
I’m walking home from the bar and it’s snowing and you see me trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue
WC: 821
Warnings: Swearing
You check the time on your phone, trying to run as fast as you could through the subway halls to make your train. You had two minutes before your train was supposed to arrive. Either that, or you had two minutes before it was supposed to leave. You really had no idea what the time meant since the label for it just said “time,” because why should anything be clearly labeled?
Getting to your train was not done without crashing into a few people on the way, definitely spilled a drink or two all over the ground. It wasn’t entirely your fault, they saw someone running for their life and still decided to just stand in the way. If your train had left without you, you’d try to find them to get them another. If.
One minute left, you were sure you were so far from the platform that you weren’t going to make it. You really didn’t want to walk home if you didn’t have to, given that it was supposed to start snowing any second, but you guess if you had to, you could. You could see the train, the doors still open. Your phone flashed the same time on the board, but you were hoping this was the one time the train wasn’t running on schedule.
You could see the doors starting to close, you just far enough away and not fast enough to make it, hitting the train as soon as the door shut. “Fuck!” you yell, your hands slamming on the glass of the door, the passengers of the train staring at you with a mixture of sympathy and no cares given to your missing your train.
“Fucking hell,” you hear someone mutter, turning to see a guy, about your age, doing the same as you, the train pulling away and leaving you alone, standing on the platform form waiting for the next one. “Any idea how long it’ll be until it comes back?” he asks, some sort of European accent that you couldn’t quite place coming from him.
You shake your head, pulling out your phone to look. It was getting late enough that you knew it would be a while, you were just hoping it wasn’t going to be a long one. You were wrong. “An hour and a half,” you groan. He lets out one that matched yours, both of you stuck on the platform. “I’m just going to walk,” you tell the stranger, turning on your heels and leaving.
The walk would be shorter than waiting, no doubt, just much, much colder given that it was below freezing out, the threat of snow looming over you. You made a little bit of an effort to find the people whose drinks you spilled, knowing you would be unsuccessful, but hey, you tried.
The cold wind hit your face as soon as you reached the outside, stinging your cheeks with every step you took. You knew the snow had to be starting soon, just hoping that you would get inside before it did. The city was still busy, lights everywhere, the shops and restaurants full of people, packed in tight, laughing, talking, enjoying their time together.
You keep walking, not a care in the world, the snow just starting to fall. You were standing under a single street light, no one else on the street with you as it came down harder, the flakes melting as soon as they hit you. You tilt your head up, your eyes closed as you let the cold snow hit your cheeks. You stick your tongue out, trying to catch the flakes.
Despite how much snow was falling, you were unsuccessful at catching any snow, but it didn’t matter. You open your eyes, a smile on your face from the moment when you see the stranger from the train standing there, a smile on his face as he stared.
“Uh, sorry,” he said, approaching you. “I didn’t mean to follow you, but I guess if we’re both heading home, we live in the same direction? I’m Jacob.” You introduce yourself, agreeing to walk with him as far as you could. The street and shops on it were long enough that if he tried anything, you could run in somewhere for help. “You looked like you were having fun.”
You let out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed that he saw you do that. “I didn’t think anyone was watching.”
“Would that have stopped you?”
You thought for a moment. “I think so.”
“That’s dumb,” he tells you, “Come on.” He takes your hand and veers you off the path. He stands there, facing you, turning his face to the sky and sticking his tongue out.
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him. “Is that what I looked like when I did it?”
Jacob looks back at you, a smile on his face. “You definitely looked better.”
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buckysho · 3 years
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Let Me Come Home - Part 4
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N
Length: 5.2k
Warnings: cussing, oral (fem receiving), mentions of masturbation, some fluff
Summary: You had no regrets after your night with Bucky. However, your overthinking gets the better of you and you question the possibility of being in a relationship. Will you allow yourself to get caught up in the romance of your sister’s wedding day?
A/N: Here’s Part 4! Again, I can’t thank you guys enough for the positive feedback that’s been given for this series! I’m having so much fun writing it and it’s so awesome to know you guys are enjoying it. I hope everyone had a great Valentines Day! (I spent it making myself dinner and working on this story as well as upcoming ones) and if you didn’t, who cares it’s just another day (let’s normalize the fact that being single doesn’t make you any less than the people who aren’t!) Anyway, let’s get on with the story! If you want to be added to the taglist let me know! Enjoy! (not my gif below)
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As the sun rose and its light seeped in through the slightly open curtains, you slowly began to open your eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden sunlight and you softly lifted your body to rotate your head away from the window. The slight stirring caused Bucky to take in a sudden breath before letting out a content sigh. His eyes opened heavily. They wandered around the room before landing next to him, on the spot where you rested.
Your eyes were closed but you were awake. You heard the steadiness of his breathing, the birds in the large oak tree outside his window, and the rustling of the bed sheets as he shifted his body to face you. You felt a finger slowly trace the skin from your forehead to the tip of your nose. It then brushed across your cheek before taking the time to gently  follow the curve of your jaw.
“Your drawings don’t compare to the real thing, Barnes?” you joked, voice somewhat breathy as if it couldn’t shake the sleep from your chords.
You heard an amused exhale of breath. “I’m not sure they ever could. Perhaps I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.”
A smile made its way onto your face as you lazily open your eyes. His head rested on his pillow, his hand made its way down to your collar bones.
“Do you regret last night?” you asked sheepishly, blinking as your eyes adjust to the sunlight.
“No.” He draped his arm around you, pulling you closer by the small of your back. “Do you?”
His eyes were calm as you rested your hand on his chest. “I regret not coming to visit you sooner.”
“Mmm,” he breathed, a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re here now.”
He brought his lips to your forehead, leaving a lingering kiss before pulling away.
You could have stayed there in Bucky’s bed until the end of time, bodies pressed together as if that’s what they were made for. It felt as if you were finally enjoying each other the way you were both meant to. Instead, letting your pride keep you apart as well as resentful toward each other. However, it was as if you had both simultaneously decided to give in to each other. To hell with pride, this was better.
A sudden realization pulled you from your recollection of the events that led you here, and your eyes widened as you began to sit up.
“What time is it?” you gasped.
“I don’t know probably like 6,” Bucky said. He turned to lay on his back as he stretched slightly.
“I gotta go,” you replied, getting up and gathering your clothes.
You searched for your underwear and bra as Bucky laughed quietly. You found your underwear and jeans and slid them on quickly, trying to keep your balance.
“Can’t leave here fast enough, can you?”
You looked up at Bucky who was now sitting up and resting against the headboard, hands in his lap. He was shirtless, hair disheveled, and there was sleep still evident in his eyes. He had never looked so irresistible and you wanted nothing more than to crawl right back into that bed. You smiled and tilted your head slightly as you climbed on the bed. You positioned yourself to sit on Bucky’s lap facing him, topless as you ran your fingers through his hair and your other came to relax on his chest.
“We have a wedding to get to remember?” you reminded him, voice quiet and playful.
“I so badly want to skip it,” he told you. His arms wrapped around you. His hands ran up and down your bare back before they stopped to rest at your sides. His thumbs brushed over the sides of your breasts and you almost started to agree with him. “Rather stay here with you.”
His lips met your collar bones as he began to press soft but firm kisses on your body. You decided to be selfish for a moment. You allowed your head to roll back which prompted him to bring his lips to your neck. He then pressed his tongue to your chest before dragging it all the way to the tip of your chin. You let out the smallest moan and brought your head down to face him and as soon as you did his lips were on yours. You deepened the kiss as you grabbed his jaw gently. The kiss was slow, sloppy but in the best way, and dripping with privation. As you slightly parted, mouths open and breathing heavily, you were still close enough to feel the heat of his breath on your face. His tongue darted out to lick your top lip and you chased it, bringing your lips to kiss his bottom one.
Finally, you found it in you to pull yourself away to look him in the eyes, which was another internal battle you would have with yourself to get up and walk away from.
“We can’t be late,” you informed him. “I’m the maid of honor and you’re the best man.”
“Then I guess we should get going,” he half whispered.
“I agree,” you said, making no effort to move. Neither did he.
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You silently prayed that your family was still asleep. It was only 6:30, but your parents were early risers. Before you began walking up the steps that led to your front door, you remembered how you would sneak back into your room after those long school nights in high school. Not feeling the need to tell your whole family about why you were barely strolling in from the night before urged you to walk to the side of the house. You slowly started climbing the white lattice up against the wall, careful not to grip any thorns from the roses that intertwined. Finally stepping onto the roof of the porch, you hoped your window was still slightly open from a couple nights ago.
You were halfway through the window when you heard Katie’s cheerful morning voice. She sounded close, but due to your scrambling you only caught the last half.
“— go check on her!”
Shit
You quickly climbed the rest of the way into the room, landing almost face first on the floor. You got to your feet and heard the handle turn as Katie entered the room.
“Good morning, Y/N!” Her voice was bright and cheery, a smile on her face until she took in your appearance. You were at the foot of your bed, pretending to look for something in your suitcase.
“Did you sleep in those clothes?” she questioned, her gaze turning more curious.
“Uh- yes,” you answered carefully. “I was just so tired from last night. I came home and practically passed out.”
She sat down slowly on your bed, eyes narrowing while you tried to gather your things for a shower.
“Yeah, what time did you end up getting home last night?” she asked curiously. “Where did you even go?”
You mentally cursed at your sister’s pressing, but managed to answer rather quickly.
“Oh, I just drove around town for a while. Last night was a little crazy.”
“Oh my gosh, I know!” she gasped. “We don’t know what had gotten into Bucky! Fighting that man so much bigger than him? What was he thinking? Did he say anything to you? You were right there next to him right?”
You took in a sharp breath as you recalled Bucky almost getting his ass kicked by some creep. You thought about it for a second. Should you come clean about what happened? Why did you feel the need to lie? Had Bucky told Allen, Sam, or Steve about what happened?
You decided to be truthful, but also decided not to tell her about the kiss or going over to Bucky’s. It wasn’t the right time.
“Well, it was sort of my fault I guess?” you started.
“What do you mean?” Katie’s look of curiosity turned to one of concern. You sat down beside her.
Katies mouth hung open wide as you told her the events at the bar. Looks of concern, then shock, then just straight up horror flashed across her face with each recount of the events leading up to Bucky’s bruised eye. Poor Katie. You were pretty sure this was her first time even witnessing a fight.
“I mean, are we surprised that Bucky Barnes got into a fight? They always did seem to find him,” you added, awkwardly laughing.
“Wow,” she finally said. “Well what happened when you both went outside? Sam and Steve were trying to calm down that man, but he just kept cursing Bucky, saying to hell with him and his girlfriend. Kinda scary.”
You couldn’t tell her. Not yet.
“You know Bucky. I just tried to calm him down,” was all you said.
“Well, okay,” she replied.
She got up from beside you and walked back to your bedroom door. She turned around to face you.
“Well hurry and get ready,” she ordered, her voice soft and sweet. “I’m getting married today.”
She smiled at you and you couldn’t help but grin back.
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You didn’t understand why you were nervous. As you walked up the church steps with the rest of the bridesmaids and Katie with your mother close behind, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. What was the big deal about people knowing? Maybe it was because you were busy playing catch up with Bucky, you forgot that you actually had a life back home. One that had taken you 10 years to create. You had a job, and a home, and responsibilities you had to get back to. How was Bucky going to fit into that? You realized over the course of a few days that you wanted to be with him, but didn’t take the time to consider if it was even possible.
As you approached the entrance of the building you were greeted by the wedding planner. Her attire was very sophisticated and put together, but the look on her face told a different story.
“The bride! Oh, thank goodness. You’re right on time.” She walked over and ushered everyone back to where you were supposed to wait until the ceremony. “The men are running late. Does anyone have an ETA on the groom?”
Your mother turned to her. “I can call.”
Both your mother and the wedding planner stepped out of the room, leaving you with Katie, Viv, and Holly. You were helping your sister with the final touches of her gown making sure she look absolutely perfect when you overheard Holly and Viv as they sat in front of the vanity mirrors across the room.
“He looked so cute last night,” Holly said, touching up her lipstick. It was a dark shade of mauve that in your opinion was a bit risqué for a wedding.
“Sam did look good,” Viv answered. She was sitting cross legged on one of the chairs looking down and picking at her nails.
“I was talking about Bucky.” Holly giggled and Viv joined in as Holly leaned over to whisper something in her ear. They both stood up at the same time and headed towards the door.
“We’re gonna go see if the guys are here yet.” Holly announced. “We’ll be back in two seconds.”
You had looked up briefly as the door quietly clicked closed then back to your sisters veil, making sure it was as white as the day she brought it home.
Katie studied your expression carefully. “Are you alright?”
Your eyes met hers in the full length mirror you were currently standing in front of. They held a look of worry.
You gave a slight smile. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re my sister and I know you,” she replied. She turned to face you and you let out a small sigh. It was getting difficult to keep things from her.
“I didn’t just go out driving last night,” you confessed. “I was with—“
“Bucky?” You looked your sister in the eyes who had a knowing grin on her face. You nodded.
“I figured,” she admitted, turning back towards the mirror and smoothing out the front of her wedding dress. She looked stunning. “I woke up around 4 am for a glass of water and the car still wasn’t in the driveway.”
You shook your head as you went to sit down at one of the vanities. It really was getting harder to hide things from her. Katie was less naive than you gave her credit for.
“And I’m guessing you got back home a few seconds before I went to your room this morning?”
Your eyes widened as you let out a breathy chuckle. “Okay detective, anything else I should know about the case?” you joked.
“You snuck out a lot back in high school, and you weren’t always as quiet as you thought you were,” she replied, laughing.
You sat there smiling, but didn’t say anything.
“Well?” she asked, waiting for you to tell her what had happened.
“Everything I told you about the bar fight was true,” you started. You grabbed her hand and led her to the chair beside you and sat her down. “But after, when I took Bucky outside, we argued. Which by itself is nothing new, but then the arguing turned to screaming and the next thing I knew I was in his arms.”
“No,” Katie gasped, mouth agape.
“Then he put his arms around me,” you continued.
“Go on,” she pressed, a distinct look of intrigue in her eye.
“Then we kissed.”
“What?” she practically yelled.
“Twice,” you clarified.
“Oh my GOD,” she cried out. She let out a quick shriek and began to laugh.
You shushed her, but began to laugh with her. “That’s not all we did.”
She stops and gives you a somewhat serious look. “You mean…”
You nodded. You knew that she was catching on.
“I know I’m not the only one but let me be the first to say we all knew this was coming,” she said, taking your hands in hers. “And just so you know everyone is on board.”
You smiled and looked down at your hands in your sisters and began to think.
Maybe you were worrying over nothing. Perhaps you were making things way harder than they needed to be. It seemed like the universe was pushing you and Bucky together. If it was truly that simple, why were you making it so complicated?
Just then the door to the room opened and in walk Holly and Viv.
“Any luck finding the boys?” Katie asked.
“They just walked in actually,” Viv answered. Holly strolled over to the vanities where you were and asks if she could sit.
“I have to fix my lipstick,” she said.
You give her a tight lined smile before getting up.
“Thanks,” she chirped. She grabbed her lipstick and begins to fill in her lips. “Oh and the wedding planner says the ceremony will start in about 15 minutes.”
You excused yourself and left the room, suddenly feeling a little warm. You felt a bit anxious when Viv said the guys were here, and you wanted to find Bucky. You walked down the short hallway when you suddenly felt a hand on your hip and let out a small yelp as you jumped forward. Looking back you saw Bucky smirking, amused at your reaction.
“It’s me,” he declared innocently.
“God, Bucky don’t do that,” you scolded quietly, swatting his arm. “You scared me.”
His hand went up to rub his arm where you had just hit him. “Ow!” he exclaimed. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
He wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his hands on the small of your back.
“Duh,” you said with a tone that insinuated he’s an idiot. You rested your hands on his chest before placing a kiss on his lips.  “Did you run into Holly? She was looking for you,” you told him jokingly. You knew that Holly wasn’t a threat, but it was fun to tease Bucky about it.
His smile disappeared before he let out an exasperated sigh. “What do you think?” He turned his head to the side and you saw the familiar shade of mauve in the shape of lips just above his jaw next to his ear. Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops slightly as you let out a humorous laugh.
“It’s not funny, Y/N.” Bucky’s eyes go serious for a moment. “What is this stuff, I’ve tried wiping it a dozen times it doesn’t come off.”
You continued laughing as he tries once more to wipe it off with his tuxedo sleeve. You quickly grabbed his arm before he got the chance.
“No, not with your sleeve are you crazy,” you reprimanded. You look behind him and see a sign for a restroom. “Quick, in here.”
You took him by the hand and led him a few feet down the hallway. You opened the door and switched on the light. It was a little cramped for two people, but you managed to squeeze in. You closed the door and had Bucky stand near the sink. You grabbed some tissue and ran it under some water. You got some soap from the soap dispenser and brought the tissue up to Bucky’s face.
“This reminds me of something,” Bucky said with a sweet smile.
You chuckled back. “Does it?” you replied sarcastically.
“Yeah, when we did it,” he stated bluntly.
Your smile faded and you rolled your eyes. “Okay, remember when you asked if I regretted having sex with you?”
He laughed. “You said no,” he pointed out.
“And don’t give me a reason to say yes,” you teasingly threatened, looking him in the eye with a playful smile on your face. You wiped off the last remnants of Holly’s make up and threw the dirty tissue away in the bin next Bucky.
“Come on,” he urged, pushing back a strand of hair over your shoulder. “Admit that you like me.”
Your bodies were merely inches apart, if either of you had taken another step they’d be pressed together. He rested his hand on the side of your neck as his thumb softly ran along your jaw back and forth. His eyes moved from yours to your lips as part of his bottom lip disappeared between his teeth. All you could do in that moment was focus on breathing, like he had you under a spell that left you incapable of doing anything else.
“That you like when I touch you,” he said softly. He stood up straight as he pushed himself off the sink he was leaning on. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he moved closer. “When I kiss you.” His lips met yours slowly and you involuntarily closed your eyes. They were gentle with their movements and their departure was gradual as well. Your eyes remained shut as his lips pressed against each cheek, then your chin, neck, stopping at your ear. “When I fuck you,” he whispered.
Your eyes opened slowly and were met Bucky’s. Riddled with desire and lust, they poured into your own. “Admit it,” Bucky muttered softly.
You swallowed the lump in your throat before answering him.
“Admit what,” you breathed.
“Admit what you want me to taste you,” he whispered, his mouth near your ear once more.
You let out a small, shaky breath as he placed a kiss to the shell of your ear. All of a sudden you felt his hand under your dress, spreading your legs apart. He swiftly moved your underwear to the side and you let out a quiet moan as you felt his finger stroke the length of your slit. He continued rubbing until his entire finger was slick with your wetness.
“Or maybe it’s already been done for you,” he smirked. You held on to his shoulder as he slowly pushed his finger into you. He held it there for a few moments before meeting your eyes.
“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he proclaimed sincerely. “You wear this dress absolutely flawlessly and you bring me mercilessly to my fucking knees.”
Before you had the chance to say anything he spun both of you around and pushed you up against the sink. Your hand remained on his shoulder and the other gripped the edge of the tile as he brought his face down to where his finger, that hadn’t left your now throbbing cunt, had been. Bucky’s free hand slowly pushed up the soft material of your dress to bunch around your waist, careful not to wrinkle it.
“I remember you wore something similar to your prom,” he spoke beneath you. His words sort of shocked you.
“You remember what I wore to prom?” you questioned. You couldn’t believe he could remember something so small from ten years ago.
“Are you kidding?” he scoffed. He slid his finger out of you and pulled your underwear down to your ankles. “I remember being at your house that night. To torment you probably. But then you walked down the stairs, and it was like time stood still.”
He pressed kisses to your thighs, he spread your legs open as he looked eagerly at the sight of you, so wet and ready for his mouth.
“My cock twitched at just the thought of touching you in that thing,” he admitted.
You gasped. “Bucky!” You nudged his shoulder with your knee.
He placed his hands on your hips to keep you still as he looked up at you. The sight before you instantly ignited a fire between your legs. And you wanted relief.
“I was a fucking teenager,” he reminded you. “I even went home and had to jerk myself off in a fucking cold shower cause I couldn’t shake that image of you.”
You were speechless. It never even occurred to you, not once, that Bucky had thought of you that way let alone all the way back in high school. As his face buried itself between your legs and his tongue moved swiftly and skillfully, you wondered just how many times he had done it. How many nights he’d be in his room, thinking about you as he pleasured himself. The thought made you wetter, and the way Bucky’s tongue flicked over your clit made you moan out his name quietly.
You grabbed onto his hair and tugged lightly. Your eyes shut lazily as your breath grew quicker. Your other hand gripped on to the faucet as you struggled to keep your balance. The noises of Bucky eating you out turned you on so much, and with each movement of his tongue you inched closer to your release. The thought of you doing this in a church had dawned on you; and you figured if God was going to smite you, what a heavenly way to go.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Bucky groaned. The vibration of his words sent a shock through you and your hips jerked forward, making Bucky give a deep chuckle.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” he demanded. “Let me taste you.”
All you could do was take in and let out shaky breaths of air. You were close and he knew it.
“Please, baby,” he begged, his tone needy. His hand once again found its way to your practically gushing cunt and he pushed his middle and ring fingers in slowly. You reacted with a slightly high pitched whine, as your hips involuntarily rocked back and forth craving any kind of friction that would bring you closer to your high.
“Stay still, baby,” he said against your throbbing clit. “I’ve got you.”
As his fingers started moving in and out of you at a steady pace, Bucky’s tongue flicked over your clit at a slightly quicker one. Your body reacted unconsciously. Your head fell backwards as your legs stretched as wide as they could go to allow Bucky to maintain the level of pleasure he was unselfishly giving you. He knew it was only a matter of time before you were spilling into his mouth. The thought excited him even more and his fingers pushed in deeper as they moved more rapidly.
You pulled his hair harder, causing him to groan. Your opposite hand came to rest on his upper back and you pushed him closer to your core. You looked down at him between your legs.
“B-Bucky,” you breathed out, the pure fucking pleaser of his mouth making you stutter.
“Let me taste you,” he repeated. His fingers, his mouth now sucking harshly on your swollen clit became all too much. “Please.”
Your eyes shut and your head rolled backward. Your whole body shook as you felt your orgasm overcome every inch you. You felt it in your fucking ears as you released onto Bucky’s tongue. His moans sounded better than the sweetest symphony. Bucky didn’t let up on his movements until you had come back down.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
All you could do was try to catch your breath as you leaned all the way back on the counter, resting your head on the mirror above the sink. Bucky pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, then to the inside of your thighs. He ran his fingers down your legs, taking your underwear and pulling them up gently as he stood up. His hands traveled your calves, thighs, hips, until they let go of the material where they had previously been. He pulled down the fabric of your dress to once again rest against your body and pushed your legs together.
Leaving a hand to rest on your hip, he dragged the other up your arm softly. He hooked a finger under your strap that had fell due to his previous actions, putting it back in place
“I think we’re late for a wedding,” he whispered. He smiled as he leaned over to bring his face closer to yours.
You looked him in the eyes once you steady your breathing, finally getting a hold on yourself and the situation in front of you.
“That’s not my fault,” you breathed, bringing your thumb to his chin to wipe away evidence of his prior position.
“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to make you cum faster?” His eyebrows raised.
You chuckled seductively. “Maybe,” you shrugged.
He kissed you softly. “That sounds like a challenge.”
You abruptly sat up form your spot on the sink and turned to look at your appearance in the mirror. Thank God you had decided to wear a sheer gloss. You fixed your hair and smoothed out your dress. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off of you as you tried to push your strapless bra back into place, causing your breasts to be pushed together.
“Let’s go lover boy,” you told him. “Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you feel me up during the first dance.”
He rolled his eyes and laughed lightly.
“Eighteen year old me is so hard right now,” he played along, recalling his confession from earlier.
You both laughed as you quietly and cautiously walked out of the bathroom.
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After Bucky pecked your lips and jogged the direction towards Allen and the other groomsmen, you ran into Holly.
“Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed. “It’s almost time! The wedding planner is about to lose her mind.”
You smiled awkwardly back at her. Holly seemed nice. You knew that she had no idea about you and Bucky, and wondered if she was a jealous person. No doubt everyone would find out that you and Bucky were now somewhat together at the reception. And you finally admitted to yourself that you really didn’t care. You both had spent so much time fake-hating each other, when you realized you could have been together all along. And now, all you wanted to do was be with Bucky.
You and Holly made your way back up the hallway, and back into the room where you were all instructed to wait. Katie and Viv were standing with their bouquets in their hands, and the wedding planner was right next to them.
“Finally! Okay ladies, in just a matter of minutes you’ll be walking that aisle just as we rehearsed!” You could tell she took her job seriously, but you thought that she could take it down a notch or two.
“Ready, sis?” you asked Katie. She had an obvious look of anxiety on her face.
She nodded. “Yes. I’m just a bit nervous. What if Allen changed his mind.”
“That would never happen,” you comforted her. “Once you see Allen at the end of that aisle, I’m sure all of that will go away. You have him wrapped around your finger.”
She gives you a look of appreciation and love. She knew she was overreacting, and you understood why.
The wedding planner opened the door and music filled the room. “It’s time,” she announced. “First, the two bridesmaids.”
Holly and Viv walked out after giving Katie a supportive smile. You turned in her direction.
“You look beautiful,” you told her, resting your hands on her upper arms. “Enjoy this, it’s your day.”
She smiled and looked down as she tried to blink tears from her eyes.
“Thank you,” was all she could choke out.
“Okay, Maid of Honor,” the wedding planner called, waving you over.
You gave Katies arms a reassuring squeeze. You picked up your bouquet from the table and walked out. The way the room was situated you could see the guests in the last few rows. As you walked closer your heart began to beat louder and louder with each step. You began to understand what Katie was so worried about. You had never known anyone that had made you feel this way. Had made your hands feel so sweaty, your head so dizzy, and your stomach so aflutter. While at the same time, making you feel so safe, secure, and your heart so full.
As you stepped into the aisle, slowly walking to the music, your eyes found Bucky. He looked incredible as he stood next to Allen, his hands together and resting in front of him. A slow smile formed on his face and the closer you got the wider it became. The way he was looking at you made you feel like the only person in the world. The only woman he had ever loved. Maybe that was true.
You took your place next to Holly and glanced one more time to the man who had your entire heart. He smirked as he sent a wink in your direction. You looked down and tried to hide your blushing cheeks. As Wagner’s Bridal Chorus rang throughout the small church, you turned your attention away from Bucky to rest on your sister. She looked breathtaking walking down the aisle on your father’s arm. You sneaked a glance at Allen, who was beside himself. He brought his hand up to wipe away a tear, clearing his throat quietly.
Katie looked nervous, up until she saw her groom. And just like that, it was as if they were the only two people in the building.
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Two Became Three || Johnny "Coco" Cruz & Leticia "Letty" Cruz
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A/N: With the awesome response for Mama, I decided to write up a "pre-Mama" setting. I hope you all enjoy it! If I'm being honest this Cruz family dynamic is likely to become a series of sorts👀. Because these two deserve so much more😭😫. Coco and Johnny are used interchangeably. If the Spanish translations are incorrect, please let me know. 
Characters/Pairings: Coco x Reader (romantic partnership) ▪︎ Letty x Gabby (friendship) ▪︎ Gabby x EZ (mentioned) ☆ Bishop (mentioned) ▪︎ Chucky (mentioned) ▪︎ Mayans MC (mentioned)
Summary: The start to a wonderful, dysfunctional yet endearing family. 
Warnings: angst, fluff, language 
Word Count: 1829
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The living room was becoming (Y/N)'s personal race track as she continuously walked around the coffee table in the centre. Her eyes would dart between the landline and her phone. She tried to calm herself down, but the 'what ifs' going off in her mind wouldn't allow her to do so. The familiar rumble of Cocos truck stopped her pacing as she jumped onto the couch. Pulling the edge of the curtain up, she was momentarily blinded by the headlights flashing at her. 
Once she spotted the teenager in the passenger side, she let out a sigh of relief. (Y/N) readjusted her body on the couch and waited for the pair to walk inside. She braced herself for the argument. 
The front door and screen door opened up with Coco leaning against them, "what the fuck were you thinking, Leticia?" 
"You're overreacting," she replied and headed straight for the kitchen. 
"You were at a college party!" Coco yelled as he slammed both doors, "how the fuck did you even get there?" 
She opened up a cabinet and grabbed a muesli bar, "I… just got there," shrugging her shoulders she tore the bar open, "nothing was gonna happen." 
Coco walked over and stood at the entrance of the kitchen, "carajo! The only reason nothing fucking happened was because I showed up!"
Letty turned her attention to (Y/N), "anything you'd like to add?" When she wasn't given a response, she scoffed, "as if I give a fuck what you think."
She brushed past Coco and walked down the hallway. The slamming of a door let the adults know she was in her bedroom. (Y/N) took a deep breath as she got to her feet and stood in front of her man.
"Don't do it." 
He arched his eyebrow, "you think I'm gonna let her disrespect you like that?" he shook his head and pecked her forehead, "ain't fucking happening." 
Letty had moved in with the pair about two months ago and during that time she took full advantage of being away from the clutches of her grandmother. With her newfound freedom she had been disappearing (or "exploring" as she called it) different parts of Santo Padre whenever she felt like it. Sometimes she'd go off on her own and other times she'd take Gabby. 
Unfortunately, this particular night was different. Gabby was out on a date with her boyfriend Ez (the newest patch member of the Mayans) which meant she didn't join Letty on her excursion. Thankfully she was able to provide the details of where to find her when (Y/N) called her in a panic about the teenager not being home. Once she received the details, she thanked her and immediately rang up Coco to inform him of his daughter's whereabouts. 
Before he could make his way to the hallway Coco's burner buzzed. (Y/N) didn't need to read the message to know that he was most likely being told about some club business. Despite it nearing the early hours of the morning, she knew that sometimes Bishop would call an impromptu meeting. 
"At least you're already awake?" (Y/N) offered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands played with his hair.
"I guess," his eyes darted towards the hallway and back at her, "if she ends up running off while I'm at the clubhouse–"
"I'll call you." 
He kissed her and savoured the moment before pulling away from her. Walking over to the front door, he glanced back at her and blew a kiss. (Y/N) chuckled, grabbing it and holding it to her chest, completing their goodbye routine. 
She turned around as he shut both doors and locked them. The moment she heard his bike start up she decided it was time to get to bed. She was due to go back to work in a few hours and wanted to sleep before having to do so. 
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After Letty's eventful Friday night, Johnny decided he was done giving her chances. Her phone was taken away and the only times she could leave the house was for school and if Chucky needed an extra set of hands. At first the teenager continued to rebel until she realised another day would be added to her punishment. (Y/N) was proud of the way her man was stepping into the role of a parent. Letty was working into her third week of punishment (she had another week left) and (Y/N) could see the change in her. 
Whenever (Y/N) entered the house, she was greeted with a 'hello'. It may seem little, but Letty acknowledging her presence (in a positive manner) definitely kept a smile on her face. Letty was helping around the house more and started joining Coco and (Y/N) for dinner instead of eating in her room. Coco was also seeing changes in his daughter and hoped she would continue to make positive changes. He had left for a run a couple of days ago and would hopefully return soon.
The sound of drawers opening and closing was the reason (Y/N) woke up. Her eyebrows furrowed at realising she wasn't in her bed and then remembered she had fallen asleep while watching (television show). Looking to her left, she noticed the outline of the teen moving about. She smiled when she felt the softness of a blanket, realising Letty must've thrown it over her. Slowly getting to her feet, she stretched and reached for her phone. The numbers 04:22 blared on her screen.
(Y/N) got up and switched on the light, causing the teenager to jump, "are you looking for the chocolate chip cookies I baked?" Just like her dad, Letty had a sweet tooth. (Y/N) chuckled and pointed towards the top cabinet on her right, "it's in the tin at the back." 
Letty waited for (Y/N) to walk out of the kitchen, but instead the woman opened up the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk. She watched as she grabbed two glasses and poured the milk inside. The teenager grabbed the chair and climbed on top of it to reach the cabinet. She opened it up and pushed some items out of the way to grab the tin. Closing the cabinet, she stepped off the chair and dragged it back to the table.
(Y/N) was already sitting at the table and pushed a glass of milk across it for her. Letty took a seat and opened up the container and pushed it between them. She waited for (Y/N) to help herself to a cookie, before grabbing one of her own. 
"I'm sorry for waking you up," the teenager gave a sheepish grin, "I was trying my hardest not to be loud." 
(Y/N) smiled, "it's alright," she bit into her slightly soaked cookie, "now you know where to go… but, you've gotta make sure to put it back in the same cabinet you brought the container out of." 
"Why?" 
"Because then your dad'll know where all the extra cookies are." 
Letty laughed, "you hide the extra cookies because of my dad?" 
"Yes and that cabinet," (Y/N) pointed to it, "is the only one where I can cover the container without anything looking out of place." She dunked her cookie into her glass, "remember that for next time, okay?" 
"Okay." 
The pair continued to munch on their cookies (with the occasional dunking) and sip their milk. (Y/N) enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell among them. Her eyes drifted towards the living room and remembered the blanket. 
"Thank you." 
"For what?" Letty asked.
"Covering me with the blanket." 
"Oh… I… uh, didn't want you to get cold." 
(Y/N) smiled and was about to talk about something else when she heard the rumbling of Coco's motorcycle. Her eyes widened and she scrambled to drink what was left of her milk, closed the container and passed it to Letty. 
"Quick before he comes." 
Letty picked up the tin and dragged the chair to where it was moments ago. She jumped up onto it and pushed the container towards the back of the cabinet. Making sure it stayed hidden behind the assortment of items inside of it. She jumped off the chair and pushed it underneath the table just as Coco entered the living. His eyebrows rose when he took in his Old Lady and daughter standing in the kitchen. 
"What's going on here?" He asked as he walked towards the duo.
(Y/N) chuckled and brought him into a hug, she kissed him on the lips and cheek before stepping back, "just chatting, everyone okay?" 
He nodded, "we all made it back. Don't worry," his attention switched to Letty, "mija, everything okay?" 
Letty nodded, "yeah…" 
Coco slowly approached her and kissed the top of her head, "that's good to hear." 
Before he could move back, the teenager wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Coco gently rub her back and kiss her forehead. She loved seeing the father-daughter pair show affection to each other. Letty released her hold and took a step back.
With a blink of an eye, Letty pulled (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N)'s eyes grew wide at the contact (so did Cocos) and before she could return the gesture, the teenager had let go. Letty smiled at the pair and then turned on her heel to leave the room. (Y/N) watched the teenager disappear around the corner, before she glanced at Coco with a bright smile. She did a little shimmy moving towards him and held onto his arms as she jumped up and down. 
"Coco… she – did you see that? She hugged me! And she smiled! Oh, she's got a beautiful smile," (Y/N) stopped jumping, "wow… I-I can't believe it. I got a hug and a smile, Coco!" 
He laughed as she danced around him, reaching out he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/N) squealed when his fingers trailed up and down her hip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head up. Her eyes sparkled with joy. 
Unbeknownst to the pair, Letty had done a U-turn at the end of the hallway. She decided at the last second to ask (Y/N) about something. However, at the sound of excitement she paused and peered around the doorframe. A smile stretched across her face, when she spotted Coco and (Y/N) embracing. She looked away when Coco reached down to grab (Y/N) by the ass and slip his tongue into her mouth.  
"Gross," she shook her head and made her way back down the hallway, "I didn't need to fucking see that." 
Despite the recent image in her mind that she was trying her best to get rid of, the teenager couldn't help but feel as though she finally belonged. 
This was home.
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Spanish Translations: 
Carajo - fuck
Mija - girl
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Of Monsters and Men
Chapter 4- Four Marks
Summary: Your travels have taken you to a tavern where you meet the most unlikely of individuals. Then as per usual, trouble ensues.
Warnings: getting manhandled by some elves
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Laughing into your mug, you catch the annoyed gaze of your silver haired lover who sits quietly to the right of you on this wooden bench, your backs resting against the stone wall. Its been a couple long weeks since either of you have had moment like this to just sit around and drink with each others company. Geralt may not particularly enjoy the surrounding company of the other tavern goers who fill the hall with their loud speaking voices and obnoxious laughter. But he knows just how much you love the easy entertainment of the civilians living their lives as they have a merry go of it.
"Did I not tell you my seductive powers would work wonders with that idiot from Bruna?"
"You did." Mutters Geralt humorously as he side eyes you.
"Ha, exactly. He had not a chance, try and steal Roach again and you will sorely regret it." You boast happily before taking a swig of your drink, "Hmm, this tastes not half bad either. I've had better of course, but this, not a terribly shit drink in all honesty."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it then."
You smile brightly at your stoic Witcher, he appears rather unenthusiastic but you know what emotions lay behind those two golden eyes of his. He's greatly content having you sit next to him and ramble on about your cleverness in the face of mortal men. He'd have no one else in the entire Continent do such a thing but you, and that's why you love him.
"Right? Great mead, anyways I am a force to be reckoned with, and you know he might have even pissed himself once I gave him a fright. It's what I like to do, lure them in with coy beauty and.." You scrunch your nose while making a fist, "...I got them in my clutches. They never even saw it coming."
"Not once." Agrees Geralt as you lean an elbow against the table to lazily look up at his handsome face.
"You know what?" You ask slyly, scarlet irises trailing all around his face.
"Hmm?"
"You actually look very nice in this lighting, the way you just look around at everyone like you hate the world. It's very sexy." He raises a brow as you smile, "Aside from the stench of horse, sweat, and blood that seems to ever linger on your skin..there's just something about your particular scent that I cannot quite put my finger on."
"You tell me this monthly."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Maybe it has to do with my blood?"
"No. Witcher blood tastes like old mule piss." You add before caching yourself, "Which I wouldn't have the slightest idea personally why. However I know a vampire or two who have divulged in that luxury and have lived to tell me....Not that it's a luxury as in a positive sort of mind, more so, an experience of indulgent sumptuousness for my kin." You're really trying to make this sound less horrendous.
"Drinking Witcher blood?"
You shrug half defensively through a sheepish grin, "What? I never said they killed these Witchers. Okay, okay, that also sounds bad. I promise you though, if they would have killed one of your brethren they would have boasted about the bloodshed. It's what vampires do. So no worries, your friends at Kaer Morhen are most certainly still breathing." Geralt simply holds back a grin as he shakes his head at you and your rambling.
He doesn't care if you know what Witcher blood tastes like, he wouldn't even care if you personally have tasted Witcher blood against your own tongue. He just doesn't want you to stop speaking, it distracts him from the sounds of the tavern goers and that bard. Geralt hums, "Y/N that could have happened three hundred years ago for all I know."
You pause a moment to think, eyes glancing from the window to him as you give a casual shrug, "It might have."
Soon the not terribly horrendous sounds of a bards singing fills your ears with the sweet tunes of an old lute giving what it can to the world as other tavern goers throw bread at the singing man. Oh right there's a bard here. You keep your witty comments to yourself as Geralt keeps his tense stare down with the wooden table while he tries not to grab anyone's unwanted attention, when you glance over to the bard again he's notably walking your way, drink in hand. What now?
Bringing your drink to your lips, you eye up the brightly colored bard as he saunters over, a peculiar smile playing at his features while he leans against a wooden pillar, "I love the way you two just...sit in the corner and brood, minus you my dear lady, what an odd place for such an exquisite creature to..."
"We're here to drink alone." Interrupts Geralt gruffly, you set your drink on the table, a smile playing at the corner of your lips.
The bard nods, looking down for a second before his blue eyes scan over you and Geralt once again, "Good. Yeah, good. No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance, except.." The curious bard walks around the oaken pillar before sitting down across from you and Geralt, "for you two. Come on. You don't want to keep a man with...bread..in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me. Three words or less." Inquires the cheerful bard, a smile upon his bright visage as he waits patiently for an answer. You pull your legs up onto the bench, leaning your right side into Geralt's strong body as you relax a bit more, amused by this bards bold questioning.
"They don't exist." You finally answer, tucking your hands under your arms as you attempt to get a little bit more comfortable. The bards give you a quizzical look, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"What...doesn't exist?" Ponders the bard as he raises a dark eyebrow at you.
"The creatures in your song." Retorts Geralt bluntly.
"And how would you two know?" Vouches the bard with a smile, excitement upon his face at this little guessing game he's just thrust upon himself, "Oh, fun. White hair...two very scary looking swords.." He quietly proclaims turning his attention now to you, "Hmm marvelous, irises the color of roses...dagger at your hip..." Geralt suddenly begins to get up, done with the bards never ending questions. You stand up yourself, the bard just continues to look at you two like you're the most interesting beings in the whole world, "I know who you two are." He confidently rules out while happily watching you both from his chair.
Geralt walks past him as you follow at his side, the two of you heading for the door as the bard jumps up to trail along, "You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia....and you're the dhampir princess, Y/N of Alkatraz. Called it!" Concludes the bard enthusiastically, much too loudly for your liking. You ignore the turning faces of the other tavern goers before a curly haired young man rises to his feet before you can reach the door to freedom.
"A job I've got for ya's. I beg you." He pleads almost nervously, you halt your movement as Geralt does the same, the two of you abruptly turning to face the man, "A devil...he's been stealing all our grain. In advance, I'll pay you. A hundred ducat." His eyes nervously shifting from you to Geralt.
"One fifty." Chides Geralt, the man immediately pulls out a small sack of coin previously hidden within his coat, a hopeful smile upon his pimply face.
He flashes you a warm grin as his gaze shifts from you to Geralt once again, "I've no doubt either of you'll come through. You take no prisoners, so I hear." He gives Geralt the sack of coins, the bard watching intently in the foreground, time to kill a devil then.
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You were able to walk bard free all the way to the gates of the small mountainous tavern and twelve feet into the gravely dirt road before the bard had tracked you two down. Now here you are, a good distance onto the road as you head for the hills where this devil hides, Geralt leading Roach as you walk in front of them, the bard trying to converse with Geralt to his immediate left.
"Ah. You guys need a hand? I've got two. One for each of the, uh, devil's horns." Confirms the bard breathlessly, trying to keep up with yours and Geralt's quick pace up the hill.
"Go away." Grumbles your annoyed Witcher.
You snicker, just imagining what Geralt's face looks like right now as the bard continues to pester him, "I won't be but silent back-up." The bard cheerfully exclaims, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis, you turn to look at him with an amused grin upon your face.
"Yeah I bet you really know how to muzzle that continuous yapper of yours." He smiles back at you, turning his attention back to Geralt.
"I heard your note, and, yes, you're right, maybe real adventures would make better stories..."
"That's if you survive them." You interrupt with a smirk, glancing back around, catching the animated face of the bard.
He smiles to himself as he holds onto the strap of his old lute, "Yes well, you two, smell chock full of them...amongst other things. I mean, what is that? Is that onion?" You turn your head to give him a questioning look, he gives you a quick nervous smile before continuing, "It doesn't matter. Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak, not for you two of course it's just a meaning..."
"It's onion." Mutters Geralt.
"Blood." You add.
"Right, Yeah. Yeah. Ooh, I could be your barker, spreading the tales of Geralt of Rivia and his dangerous lady Y/N of Alkatraz...the-the Butchers of Blaviken!" Bellows the dreaming bard, throwing his hands into the air, Geralt suddenly stops moving, turning to face the smiling idiot.
In one quick motion he punches the bard in his stomach, sending him staggering back onto the dusty road in a coughing and sputtering mess. Geralt turns back to you with a nod before he and Roach continue on past you, you give the bard a diverted look as he slowly picks himself up.
"You've been punched by a Witcher, how's that for your first taste of adventure?" You muse, raising an eyebrow at him.
Clearing his throat of dust he grins at you, "Better then I had hoped." He replies while letting out a small chuckle as he follows you up the road.
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"Geralt of Rivia, the-the White Wolf or-or something. Mind if I hop up? I'm not really wearing the right footwear." Suggests the bard as he attempts to reach out for Roach's rider-less backside. You sit upon the mare in front of your man, Geralt kindly letting you lean into his leather armor clad torso as he holds her reigns.
"Don't touch Roach." Warns Geralt, the bard immediately pulling away.
"Yeah, right, yeah." He disappointingly replies as you lightly chuckle at the two of them. Soon you and Geralt reach a small tree, where Geralt jumps down to tie off Roach, you sliding off to take a sharp look at your rocky surroundings. The bard watches intently at what your plans are next, deciding to deliver some historical information about the landscape as he tells you how elves called this place Dol Blathanna before they gave it up to the humans. You let him ramble on, unaware you already are educated on the history of this part of the continent, you are almost five hundred years old after all.
You raise your head to find an opening in the large rock formation where the trail appears to lead. Geralt walks past you, sharing an annoyed look as you both listen to the bard rambling on about something you're not listening to. Geralt lets out a huff before turning around and walking down the dusty trail, you trailing after him as the bard lingers in the background.
Your crimson eyes trail over the nearby clusters of tall grasses as the bards loud voice fills your ears, "Geralt? Y/N? Wh-where are you two going? Guys, don't leave me. Helloooo? What are we lookin for again?" Inquires the bard noisily from behind the two of you while you walk past straggly protruding rocks and tall green grasses on either side.
"Blessed silence." Mutters Geralt.
"Yeah, I don't really go in for that. Have you two ever hunted a devil before?" He wonders as both you and Geralt stalk silently towards wherever this devil lays hiding in the brush.
"They don't exist." You add, pulling out your large silver dagger as you listen intently for any unusual sounds.
The bard continues to ramble on while you catch the sight of something tall hidden in the grass, you can hear the rapid heartbeat of this nervous creature. A second later a tiny stone shoots from out of nowhere, slicing Geralt on the forehead as the bard cheers excitedly about how "act two" of his adventure has begun. You watch as his eyes go wide once they spot the devil rising from out of the greenery, you turn to squint at the creature, unsure of what it truly is from here.
"Oh fuck." You whisper before it launches another stone right at you, with supernatural speed you shift to the side where the stone flies past your head, this time knocking out the chatty bard in the process. You and Geralt share a confused glance as you turn to search for this horned fucker before he ends up bloodying you next time. With the beast lost from your vision, you zero in on his thudding heartbeat, not even fifteen seconds later does the devil burst forth from the tall grass. Launching Geralt a good couple yards back as you watch in bewilderment, to taken aback to help him with his unexpected assault.
Within seconds your Witcher is on the hooved half-man, pinning him to the ground as they exchange clever insults with one another. You catching the creatures name to be Torque the Sylvan as it yells at Geralt before he punches the Sylvan in the face to daze him.
Suddenly you can hear the irritated thumping heartbeat of an unfamiliar being when something cracks you across the side of your head from seemingly out of nowhere, sending you staggering to your knees as a small trail of blood trickles down the side of your temple. Your hands catch yourself on the rough gravely dirt as your knees jab into some rocks while you land. When you look up again a large shadowed person is standing above you before they violently bash you in the face with their boot, then darkness.
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When you wake up again your hands are chained to the wall and a steel collar has been tightly locked around your neck. Your eyes slowly look up to find an unconscious Geralt tied to an equally unconscious bard. The small stony cave prison smells of recent activity in the tell tale scent only an elf could have, shaking your head in agitation you listen to the quiet clinking of your chains. This is not how you intended for today to go.
When you try to pull at your restraints for the first time, you're welcomed with an intense burning sensation flaming the flesh of your left wrist. It appears whoever has taken you prisoner has coated this specific constraint with silver, so whenever you move it just right the metal makes contact with your exposed wrist, fantastic.
After waiting another ten minutes and listening to the bard complain once he finally awoken, Geralt at long last stirs, his eyes going wide as he desperately tries to look around the small stone room. Clearly in a panic and unsure how he got here in the first place.
Letting out an irked sigh you kick his foot to gather his distracted attention, "Oh good you're finally conscious, I thought I was gonna have to kick you awake." You quip at Geralt as the bard chuckles from behind him.
"Now, this is the part where we escape."
"This is the part where they kill us." Grumbles Geralt.
"Who's they?" Asks the bard before an elven woman races into the room, she smells almost sickly and looks even more furious as she kicks them in the head, quickly shutting them up as they grunt in pain.
"Beast." She fumes in Eldar, kicking Geralt once again as you hiss at her, gaining a satisfied smirk upon her elven features, you'd rather enjoy smacking that off her face. A dark curly haired one walks into the room, immediately his eyes catch the bards old lute laying on the floor next to your dagger and Geralt's sword.
You can't see as the bards eyes go wide in fear, "Oi, that's my lute, give it back!" Whines the bard as Geralt gives the she-elf a furious glare, "Quick Y/N, do your scary vampirey thing!" He quickly urges, you'd love nothing more then to shift into a half bat creature and scare the flesh right off this she-elf's bones, but a little problem called silver is preventing you from doing so.
"Shut up." Grumbles Geralt as the she-elf first kicks you in the legs and then Geralt, you're more pissed off then in actual pain from her brief assault.
"You shut up!" She barks in Eldar.
"My Eldar speech is rough. I only got part of that." Replies the bard as you roll your eyes.
"She said shut up." You implore before getting kicked again, the burn of the single silver handcuff sending fire into your wrist as you bite back the pain. The bard then replying to you in broken Eldar as you tell him to "fuck off" back in the same language, Geralt flashing you a confused grimace, unaware that you're fluent in Eldar.
"Do you wanna die right now?" She sasses, staring them down.
"As opposed to later?" Growls back Geralt as she kicks him harshly in the stomach, doing the same to the bard as he cries out for his now broken lute.
"Leave off!" Barks Geralt as she walks around to fiercely punch him in the face.
Your eyes shimmering blood red as anger flashes through them, "I'll slit your fucking throat you elven cunt!" You hiss as she whips around to thrust a boot into your side, the silver chain sizzling your broken flesh at the jarring impact sending you into a flurry of muffled curses, Geralt's eyes softening as he watches you grimace in pain, wishing he could do something about it.
Weakened with this one silver coated cuff, you're not even strong enough to break out of here. Damn silver.
The she-elf scoffs as she glares at the three of you tied up, "You don't deserve the air you breath!" Smack, directly into your Witcher's cheek, "Everything you touch, you destroy!" Another blow straight onto his face in the same moment that the curly haired elf breaks the bards lute in two. Well there goes that.
"You hide in your golden palaces. You beat a bound man, too scared to even look him in the eye!" Screams the bard angrily as you lift your head up higher so your steel collar can't completely suffocate your windpipe, the sting in your wrist keeping you alert and ready to fight.
She sneers at him, "Do you like my palace? Hmm?" She grins maliciously, crouching down to take Geralt's fuming bloody face in her hand, "Does it live up to the tales you humans tell?" She challenges quietly before you pull on your chains, striking her roughly in the nose with your boot, the burning of the silver worth her pained gasps as she stumbles backwards. Falling onto the sandy floor of the stone cave as she sputters and coughs, spiting out a glob of blood while the bard laughs.
"Yeah, take that, pointy!" He cheers as she coughs and wheezes some more from her pathetic spot on the ground, the bard suddenly looking concerned, "Wait, what's-what's wrong with her?" He wonders, trying to twist his head around to find you and Geralt. Suddenly a blonde haired elf and the Sylvan enter into your small stony prison.
"She's sick." He simply states, reaching down to kindly tend to his fallen companion from the ground.
Giving him a bewildered look you lean against the stony wall, "And who the fuck is this?" You snap, lightly pulling on your chains in frustration.
"He's Filavandrel, King of the Elves." Quickly answers the Sylvan as he rushes to the fallen elleths other side.
"Not a king by choice." Affirms the elven king Filavandrel as he glances over the three of you.
Geralt's brows furrow in thought, "You were stealing for them." He concludes with a sneer, blood still present on his lips, the Sylvan turning to answer him.
"I felt for them. They were forced out of Dol Blathanna."
"Forced out? No, they chose..." Starts Geralt.
The elven king snaps his attention over to Geralt, "Do you know anyone that would choose to leave their home? To starve? To have a Sylvan steal for them?" Angrily interrupts Filavandrel before turning his attention back to the she-elf, "Toruviel, no one was supposed to get hurt."
"What's three humans in the ground when countless elves have died?" She sneers, a messy trail of blood dripping down from her nostrils.
"One human. And you can let him go." Protests Geralt with a nod in the bards direction.
"Then Posada will learn that we've been stealing. The humans will attack. Many will die...on both sides." Insists Filavandrel as he stands, walking over to look down at Geralt and you.
"The lesser evil." Replies Geralt as he raises his head to look at the elf king in the eyes, "No matter what you choose, you'll come out bloody and hating yourself. Trust me." The elven king crouches down, almost at eye level with your fuming Witcher, he's in a perfect position to crack across the back of his scull, but smartly you think otherwise.
"That's the problem. I can't. This is necessary." Implores the elven king.
"I understand. As long as you understand...that it won't be long before you follow me in death." Replies Geralt dramatically.
The elven king scoffs, "Yes, because they pushed us from viable soil. Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic."
"Chaos is the same as it's always been." You finally add, he turns to look down at you, "Humans just adapted better."
"You say adapt, I say destroy." Corrects Filavandrel, anger lacing his every word.
"You are choosing to starve. You're cutting off your ear to spite your face." You vouch back, his face morphing into one of great resentment and irritation.
"You think this is about pride?" He yells, "My elders worked with humans and got robbed of all they had. And when they fought back, they were slaughtered. "The Great Cleansing," humans called it. I called it digging a mass grave for everyone I loved. And now the humans proudly watch these very fields grow...our babies fertilizer for their grain. I don't wish to bury anyone else....I was once Filavandrel of the Silver Towers. Now I'm Filavendrel of the Edge of the World. If I bring my people down from these mountains, it would mean bowing down to human sovereignty....They'll make slaves of us. Pariahs of half-blood children." Explains the elven king, sadness and hatred coating his very words, you truly do feel for him and all his kind have endured at the greedy hands of humans.
"Then go somewhere else. Rebuild. Get strong again. Show the humans that you are more then what they fear you to be." Argues Geralt, trying to help these elves see the light.
"Like you, Witcher?" Whispers Filavandrel.
"I have learned to live with them." His golden eyes suddenly finding yours before he looks back up at the elven king, "We both have, so that we may live." The she-elf, Toruviel jumps to her feet.
"Please my king. There are others. A new generation. Evellien who wish to fight! Let's take back what's ours. Starting now." She insists confidently, Filavandrel pulls his dagger from its sheath and your breath catches in your throat at what he may do next.
"Don't fucking touch him!" You growl, pulling at your tightly restrictive chains, the clink and slink of the metal sounding throughout the stony room, right as the Sylvan races to the kings side. "Wait!"
"Torque, stand aside!" Shouts Filavandrel sharply.
"The Witcher could've killed me. But he didn't. He's different. Like us." Swears Torque the Sylvan, Filavandrel simply pushes him aside as you pull on your steel chains, it almost feels like you can't breath with how tight the collar is around your throat, the fiery burning of your wrist oozing red hot blood from beneath the silver cuff and onto the dusty floor.
Your Witcher simply watches Filavendrel's every move, a defiant look his his golden eyes, "If you must kill me...I am ready." Pledges Geralt softly, staring down the elven king the whole time, no this cannot be the end, not now.
Pulling even harder on your iron chains, you growl at the king, "If you end his life I will coat the walls of your golden palace in the blood of every living creature that crosses my path!" You scream furiously, tears welling up in the corners of your scarlet eyes as you violently yank on your chains, more blood seeping out from your silver cuffed wrist.
Geralt sadly glances to you before looking back up at the elven king holding his dagger, "But the Sylvan's right. Don't call me human." Continues Geralt as Filavandrel moves to his side for a better angle to slit his throat. To your absolute horror Geralt locks eyes with you before tilting his head up, opening up his neck for a clean shot of his jugular.
Your face falls before turning into a wolf-like snarl, "I cannot promise you a clean death. But by god, I will let you watch your people suffer!" You cry desperately as the elven king raises his silver dagger, wet salty tears unknowingly begin streaming down the sides of your cheeks as your eyes go wide in hopeless dread. Filavandrel gives you one last look before thrusting his dagger upon your lover.
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You sit silently upon the back of Roach as she's guided by Geralt who keeps one hand on the leather reins and the other hand across your waist. Your fingers hold onto his muscular arm tightly as a white bloodied cloth covers your left wrist where the silver cuff burned and tore at your flesh. It still stings and most definitely wont heal for awhile, but your pain doesn't matter, all that's of your concern is the fact that Geralt's alive and so are you.
"Credit where credit is due." Starts the bard as he walks beside Roach and the two of you, "That whole reverse-psychology thing you did on them was brilliant, by the way." Says the bard before comically imitating Geralt's gruff voice, "Kill me. I'm ready." Geralt glares down at him before the bard continues, "Oh and you Y/N, with those incredibly convincing bloody threats, genius, they looked terrified.." He boasts for you, "That's the conclusion. They just let us go, and you give all of Nettly's coin to the elves."
"Filavendrel's lute not a charming enough gift for you?" You wonder, the bard swaggers with each step, a bright smile upon his dirty face.
"Yeah, she is a bit sexy, isn't she? I do have respect for Filavandrel. He survived the Great Cleansing once. Who knows? Maybe he can do it again? Be reborn." Suddenly the bard begins to sing, "Will the elf king heed, What the Witcher entreaty? Is history a wheel. Doomed to repeat? No that's...that's shit." Surmises the bard, squinting his eyes as the sun beams down brightly upon the three of you on the dusty dirt path.
"This is where we part ways, bard, for good." Remarks Geralt as you lean into his body, turning your head towards the bard.
"I promised to change the public's tune about you two. At least allow me to try." He politely insists as he whips his lute around to gently strum her cords, "When a humble bard. Graced a ride along. With Geralt of Rivia..." Sings the bard, happily strumming away at his new lute as he makes it up on the go, "And so cried the Witcher. He can't be bleat..."
"That's now how it happened." Grumbles Geralt as he quickly halts Roach, "Where's your newfound respect?" Wonders Geralt as the bard turns to look at him, an unbothered smile creeping onto his face.
Shaking his head he looks up at Geralt, "Respect doesn't make history." He corrects before turning around once again, "Toss a coin to your Witcher. O Valley of Plenty. O Valley of Plenty, oh-oh-oh. Toss a coin to your Witcher. O Valley of Plentyyyyy." He sings loudly, continuing to delightfully strum at his prized lute while taking the lead down the dirt path, out of earshot from your whispering.
Hugging Geralt's strong arm that's lazily casted over your abdomen, do you lightly laugh at the bards antics and Geralt's moodiness, "It's a bit catchy isn't it?" You muse while craning your neck to catch his annoyed golden irises, "Why not keep him around...until he gets sick of us or...maybe eaten by a werewolf, who knows."
Geralt raises a single eyebrow to you, "Our nights under the stars are about to get uncomfortable." He simply replies, hugging you pleasantly closer as he clicks his tongue for Roach to walk again. You chuckle at his adorably concerned remark, glad that today didn't end in sorrow and death for once.
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Fake Kisses
Synopsis: Weasley!Reader (same year as Ron but ten months younger) is dating Malfoy and her family is not on board. So, the twins take matters into their own hands and use polyjuice potion to transform into Draco and kiss Pansy. When reader sees, she breaks up with who she thinks is the real him. But the real Draco is very confused.
Warnings: Language, angst
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: I did my Pottermore quiz five years ago and got Slytherin and so for years now I’ve been telling people I was Slytherin. I just made a new account bc I forgot my old one and I’m now Gryffindor. my life has drastically changed. 
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Dating Draco Malfoy was hard. There was no beating around the bush, not for Y/N Weasley. She knew it’d be difficult, but she loved the platinum headed Slytherin prince, and she had for a lot longer than she’d care to admit, especially to her family.
Because they do not approve.
She had been dating Draco for about two weeks before finally telling Ginny, who she had hoped would be supportive and hold onto the secret, but she ended up turning around and telling all of their brothers, resulting in a good week of chaos. Ron didn't talk to her for about nearly ten days, and the twins gave Malfoy constant glares that were harsh enough to pierce glass.
They eventually came around to her after giving her the cold shoulder for what felt like weeks. She was their sister after all. But they still hated Malfoy and his entire family with fiery passion, and nothing was going to change that.
They had set ground rules — absolutely no forms of PDA while they were around to see, and no hanging out past curfew. Y/N found the rules ridiculous, she was her own person, and smart enough to make her own decisions, but she respected and loved her family enough to follow them.
“I’ll see you after Defense Against the Dark Arts, yeah?” Draco smiled at Y/N, his arm firm around her waist as the two made their way out of potions together.
“I don’t know why you’re skipping again,” Y/N smirked up at him, clutching her textbooks to her chest, “But yes, I’ll see you after class.”
Draco pressed a light kiss to her forehead and made his way through the crowded corridor, maneuvering his way around students until his blond hair was no longer visible. Y/N pushed her way through the chaos, trying her best to get to Defense class on time so she didn’t get any sort of detention or punishment from Umbridge herself.
She finally made it to class, only a minute to spare, and sat down next to a dark haired Ravenclaw girl who was chewing her gum with her mouth wide open. Y/N groaned to herself, hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with the ainfuriating sound all class.
Umbridge walked in, the clicking of her pink heels rendering the class silent as she made her way to the front, holding her wand in her evil little hands and smirking.
“Today we’ll be talking about our upcoming exams!”
Y/N rolled her eyes, taking out her quill and ready to take down notes.
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Elsewhere in the castle, Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, their other sister Ginny mindlessly levitating a feather as the two boys joked around and wrote down ideas for their upcoming joke shop.
“What if we made a chocolate bar that turned your burps into fire?” Fred asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
George nodded, “Oh, yeah, and we can call them… Bars of Fire.”
“That’s a stupid name.” Ginny dropped the feather, facing her siblings with her chin leaning in her hand. She wore an unimpressed expression, as if her mind was elsewhere.
“Bet you wouldn’t find it as stupid if we fed one to Malfoy.” George’s eyebrows wiggled as he looked between his two siblings. Fred’s eyes widened as a grin spread on his face, whereas Ginny just rolled her eyes.
“Drop it, just leave the two of them alone.” she stood up off of the chair, making her way up the stairs and into her room without another word. The twins looked at each other with the same confused expression, but brushed it off and went back to their plan. Ginny had been moody lately always now that she knew Harry and Cho were kind of a thing.
“No — seriously, what if we pranked Malfoy and made them break up?” George asked again, plotting the scenario in his head already.
“What kind of prank could we pull?” Fred asked, placing his fingers against his chin, “We should have her break up with him, because if it’s the other way around she might be really heartbroken and we don’t want that.”
George nodded, “You’re right. What if we made Y/N think Draco had done something completely awful?”
Fred’s head perked up, “Oh, so she’d be mad instead of sad. Very clever, Georgie.”
The two brothers tried to think of a way to get their sister to break up with her boyfriend without breaking her heart too much, but couldn’t come up with a solution.
“If only we could become Malfoy for like, ten minutes.” George pondered, tapping his finger against his nose.
“George, that’s it,” Fred stood up, arms in the air, “Polyjuice potion!”
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As Y/N made her way out of Defense Against the Dark Arts, thanking the heavens that class ended early because she was about to snap at the gum-chewing girl next to her, she made her way to the courtyard where she knew Draco would be waiting for her.
She made her way through the crowd and landed in the opening, the sunlight hitting her skin and blinding her for a quick second before her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting.
She spotted the blond head sitting on a bench on the other side of the field and walked over, smiling at him from a distance. He noticed her and grinned, sliding over to one side of the bench so she could sit next to him.
“How was class?” he asked her, placing arm around around her and pulling her closer to him. She leaned into his touch, a smile ghosting on her lips.
“It was fine. I’ve got notes if ever you want to look over what we’ve done, mister I-Skip-Class-To-Tease-First-Years.” she poked his side, eyebrow raised.
He rolled his eyes playfully, “I deal with Umbridge enough to not want to go to class anymore. Besides, she loves Slytherin so I can do no wrong.” He puffed out his chest as if he were proud of his lack of care.
She pulled away, “Hm, is that so? Guess it’s unfortunate I’m just a lousy Gryffindor, huh?”
“It is unfortunate,” he smirked, “But it’s alright, I still like you.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms playfully, “Like me? That’s it?”
He grinned, pulling her close once more, “Oh, you know I love you.” She felt a light kiss on her forehead, his arms wrapped around her as if to claim her as his. Students walked by, almost thrown off at Draco’s openly affectionate demeanour, he wasn’t exactly the most ‘caring’ person in the world towards others, but since him and Y/N started dating he had changed quite a bit. His bitter, rude remarks towards innocent students had started to go down (with the exception of teasing first year students who got lost, of course), and he even smiled around his friends. He had changed for the better because of her.
Y/N was about to turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, but a flash of red hair caught her eye. Fred and George were watching the two of them from behind a pillar. Once her eyes landed on them, they had scattered off as if they were just wandering aimlessly.
She squinted, watching them retreat down the hall and out of sight.
“What is it?” Draco asked her, turning his head to face the direction she was also facing.
“Oh — nothing,” she turned back to face him, her mind slightly distracted trying to figure out why her brothers might have been spying on her. She grinned up at him and opened her notebook, going over the things they had discussed in class that day, making sure to emphasize the importance of the exams they'd be having in three weeks’ time.
-
That night, after dinner, Y/N sat in the Common Room by the fire, her nose in a book and the crackling of the log being the only noise in the room. Most students had gone off to bed since tomorrow morning there was an early Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, but Y/N had no intention of going. She had plans to go walk the grounds with Draco.
Sure, Y/N liked Quidditch, but she took all the alone time with her boyfriend that she could get — it was hard getting privacy at Hogwarts.
She found herself dozing off slightly, but was quickly startled awake as Fred and George crept into the room high-fiving each other.
“What’s got you two so thrilled?” Y/N slammed her book shut. The two boys’ smiled dropped as they looked towards their younger sister, who they really hoped wasn’t awake.
“We, uh, pranked Umbridge.” Fred said through gritted teeth, elbowing George in the side to make sure he lied along with him.
“Yeah — puking pastilles.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning forwards, “Why’d you spy on me today?”
Fred was speechless, but lucky for him, George stepped up, “I saw Angelina. You know how Fred fancies her. She was with a guy and we wanted to make sure it was only platonic. We didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah,” Fred spoke up, “Angelina. And then we saw you — and you saw us. So we ran.”
Y/N shook her head, “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you run when I saw you if you weren’t even looking at me in the first place?” The book fell to the floor as she uncrossed her legs, but she didn’t lean over to pick it up, keeping her eyes on the mischievous boys in front of her, the fire making all of their hair appear as if it were glowing.
“Come on, little sister,” Fred plopped down on the couch, wrapping his arm around her, “Why do you think so lowly of us? We’re not always doing something evil.”
Y/N felt a pinch on her shoulder but brushed it off, squinting at her brothers, “Fine.”
The two brothers sighed in relief, bidding her a goodnight and rushing off to their rooms. Once they were out of sight, Fred turned to George with a wicked grin.
“I got the hair off her robes.”
-
The next morning, Y/N woke up to an empty dorm room. Everyone had already left for the Quidditch game, so she could take her time getting up. She got out of bed and changed into a baggy sweatshirt and some leggings, also putting on a pair warm socks and her shoes. She tied her red hair back into a ponytail and made her way down to the Great Hall. There weren’t a lot of people around apart from the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses, so Y/N had free range for all the leftover food on the Gryffindor table. She made her way over, smiling over at Draco, who didn’t even look up when she had walked in.
She brushed it off, sitting down and grabbing a plate. She ate some quick breakfast, saying hi to the other Gryffindors who also skipped the game — only seeing Fred (who said he was staying behind to ‘brainstorm’ which Y/N thought was weird as they usually did that together), and walked over to the Slytherin table. Her eyes scanned all along the benches, but couldn’t spot her boyfriend anywhere. It’s not like he blended in, exactly. His hair was enough to make him stand out in a crowd of a thousand. He must have taken off already.
She looked over and noticed that none of Draco’s friends were there either.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and made her way out to the courtyard, their usual meet up spot, and searched for him there. He wasn't on their usual bench, nor was he on the bridge.
I wonder where he could be, she pondered in her head, entering the bright corridors of the castle, the morning sunlight illuminating every archway and column as if she was in the most magical place in the world. Which she kind of was, actually.
She made her way down to the dungeons, hoping that maybe they’d be lurking around in their Slytherin territory. She came down the long staircase, hearing quiet voices and quickening her pace.
In the dark, Crabbe and Goyle stood whispering and waving their hands in an exaggerated manner not five feet from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.
“Hey!” Y/N called out to them, waving her hand, “Have you two seen Draco?”
Goyle seemed nervous as he answered her, “Uh, no — I think he’s in the Common Room.”
Y/N’s smile dropped, wondering why he was in there when he told her he’d spend the morning with her, “Oh, can you tell him I’m here?”
“You — uh…” Crabbe stuttered before being knocked over the back of the head by Goyle. The two boys shared a strange look, piquing Y/N’s curiosity even more.
“What is it?”
Before any of them could answer, the Slytherin portal swung open and two people wearing green robes walked out, so Y/N took her chance and walked over, attempting to sneak in despite the fact that she had the Gryffindor logo on her sweater — a gift from her mother in third year.
She snuck past them, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle following after her, and stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on her boyfriend.
Not only her boyfriend, but his lips pressed up against those of pug-faced Pansy Parkinson.
Y/N’s heart dropped, bile rising in her throat as her eyes stayed glued on them. She felt frozen in her step, unable to move as her heart continued sinking further and further, along with her pride.
What the hell?
She could feel tears pricking at her eyes, but she was not going to let that show. Her anger was overcoming her sadness.
Coughing to alert him off her presence, she raised her hand, flipped him off, and stormed out of the Slytherin Common Room, shoving Crabbe and Goyle out of her way with decent force. As she quickened her pace out of the dungeons, she could feel the hot tears stinging her eyes and flowing down her hot cheeks.
She ducked her head down, ignoring the stares people were giving her as she continued rushing to the Gryffindor Common Room, the tears flowing nearly non-stop by now. She got to the Common Room painting, practically shouting the password, and rushed in, collapsing on the couch in a fit of shakes and tears.
‘How dare he? That selfish ass’ Y/N repeated to herself in her mind, her blood boiling. She was so certain he cared about her, that he loved her, but she just caught him cheating on her and acted like she was the one in the wrong.
She glared up at the ceiling, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her sweater, mad at herself for falling for his lies and deceit. Her family warned her over and over again that the Malfoys were dangerous, but did she listen?
No.
She fell for his charm, his smile, his striking eyes, and he pushed her aside like she was nothing. Just yesterday, the two were sitting out in the courtyard enjoying each other’s company — was he thinking of stupid Pansy? How long had the two of them been a… thing?
Y/N felt like puking out her breakfast at the thought of them doing more than just kissing.
“Merlin’s beard, who killed your spirit?” A cheerful voice broke her devastating silence. She wiped her tears quickly, hiding her face in a pillow.
“Go away, Ginny.” Y/N muttered, her voice probably not even sounding like words through the thick feathers of the pillow.
“It’s the Common Room, I’m allowed to be here,” Ginny sassed, shoving Y/N’s legs off of the couch and sitting in their place, “Now, spill.”
So, Y/N did. She told Ginny all about what she had just seen.
Ginny’s face was red in anger, “That foul little git. I knew he was no good but this proves it.”
Y/N felt herself wanting to defend him, but she knew she shouldn’t. He probably wouldn't if it were the other way around. Despite the bitterness in her chest, she still wanted to know why. Why wasn't she good enough? Why did he need someone else when she was right there? Did she deserve this?
“And then he said ‘NOT TODAY, RAVENCLAW’!” Ron’s howling voice burst through the portal, his cheeks painted red and yellow in honour of the match that had just happened. Y/N guessed by the fire of excitement in his eyes that Gryffindor had won.
“Blimey, Harry’s the best seeker!” Dean Thomas clapped his hands, almost knocking the giant lion head on his chest to the ground.
“What’s wrong?” Ron asked, sitting on the couch next to Y/N, immediately placing his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
“Malfoy.” Ginny sneered, “That rat kissed another girl.”
Ron’s eyes went dark, “He what?! Good for nothing Slytherin, he is.”
Y/N had had enough of her siblings trashing him, despite his horrible actions, and rose to her feet with her hands on her hips, “Listen up you two. I get it, you’re upset. So am I. But the two of you bitching about him isn’t going to make me feel any better. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room.”
Y/N stormed off to her room, noticing the silence in the room. She had shouted it much louder than intended, so now everyone knew that something was up. She brushed off the thought and approached her bed, grabbing the pillow and shoving her face in it, muffling her silent sobs.
She was lucky it was a Saturday because she sure as hell didn’t feel like going to class today.
-
That evening, after sulking in her room all day (but being comforted by Ginny and Hermione), Y/N worked up the courage to go down to the Great Hall for dinner. Not that she didn't want to be seen, but because she knew she’d see Draco. She wasn’t sure if he even saw her barging in this morning, so there was a chance he’d act like nothing was wrong.
On the way down, Ginny stuck by her side and cracked lame jokes, occasionally making a small smile appear on Y/N’s face.
The Great Hall was busy, chit chat becoming the only sound you could hear upon entering. Y/N avoided looking over at the Slytherin table and beelined for the patch of ginger hair, seating herself between Ginny and Harry.
“Congrats on the win, Harry.” Y/N smiled, wanting to talk about something other than her current situation. Harry shot her a smile, thanking her silently, before picking at the potatoes on his plate.
Y/N looked around, not noticing Fred or George anywhere, which was strange as any time food was involved they were very much present. She brushed it off, thinking nothing of it, and continued on putting food on her plate. She didn’t have much of an appetite, but knew that her health was much more important than how her heart was feeling.
She could hear Pansy’s shrill laugh over all the noise in the hall, probably laughing at one of Draco’s cute jokes.
No, no.
His stupid jokes. Stupid.
Dinner was uneventful, there wasn't a constant flow of conversation, but the distraction was what Y/N needed to get her shoulders to stop slouching and the tears to stop flowing. She made her way out of the hall later on with Ron and Harry, who were deep in conversation about the upcoming Herbology exam — Ron’s plan was to cheat off of Neville’s paper.
Right as she was about to step out and into freedom, she was cut off by the voice she didn’t want to hear.
“Hey, Y/N, why didn’t you show up to the courtyard this morning? I slept in a little later than expected but then I went down and you weren’t there.” Draco jogged over, intercepting her before she could leave. Y/N felt Ron tense up from beside her, but she placed her hand on his shoulder to let him know to keep his cool.
“I saw you with Pansy, you git.” she spoke through gritted teeth, not daring to look into his eyes because she knew he’d render her weak with his piercing stare.
“Me and Pansy? What did me and Pansy do? I barely even saw her today.” he crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Y/N, who was still avoiding his gaze.
“Just… leave me alone, Malfoy.”
Draco felt a twinge of hurt in his chest. She had only called him Malfoy when she was pissed off. He was called Malfoy by everyone else, and she was the only one who called him Draco — he loved it, it was her thing. Draco remained oblivious to what he had done, but the fire in her eyes was dangerous.
“No, Y/N —,” Draco tried to reach out and grab her arm, but she turned away and speed-walked down the corridor with Ron and Harry by her side, who both looked back and glared at him as they walked.
Draco shook his head, trying to figure out what he’d done. He made his way back to the Slytherin table, trying to think of what he had done with Pansy that could have pissed off his girlfriend so much. He sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle, who looked up sadly at him.
“What are you two looking at?” he snapped, crossing his arms on the table.
Goyle spoke up first, “Well — we’re, uh, sorry we weren't able to keep Y/N out of the Slytherin Common Room this morning.”
“Wait,” Draco waved his hand, “When was she in the common room?” he thought back to that morning when he woke up, rushed out of bed and waited in the courtyard for thirty minutes. He didn’t remember ever seeing her anywhere near the dungeons.
Crabbe’s face flushed, “U-Uh, when you… when you were… you know, with Pansy.” Crabbe avoided eye contact, staring at the cup in front of him.
Draco was even more confused, “When I was what with Pansy?”
As if she heard her name, Pansy herself came and sat next to Draco, slinging her arm around him as if claiming him as hers. Draco shuddered, pushing her away. He wouldn’t mind if it was Y/N, but Pansy’s obsession with him was weird enough, he didn't want physical contact with her.
“Draco, did you miss me? Haven’t seen you since this morning.” she whispered lowly, closer to his ear than he would have liked.
“I didn’t even see you this morning.” he waved his arms, “I don't get what’s happening. Is this a joke?”
Pansy chuckled, her obnoxious laugh sounding through the hall once more. Draco rolled his eyes, just wanting answers. None of this made sense, and now Y/N had stormed away from him.
“A prank? What do you mean? It didn’t feel like a prank, that was a good kiss.” Pansy grinned, twirling her hair as she thought back to this morning.
“A kiss?” Draco felt colour drain from his face, his hands immediately going cold, “Who kissed?”
“We did,” Pansy stated as if it were obvious, “In the common room. Merlin, if you can’t even remember, how many girls did you kiss today?”
Draco felt like throwing up, “But I didn’t kiss you, I didn’t kiss anyone.” He knew his face was showing complete disgust, but he didn’t care whether he insulted her or not. He did not kiss her.
“Not to step in,” Goyle spoke up, voice cracking, “You did tell us to stand guard of the Common Room incase Y/N showed up because you wanted to… have ‘alone’ time with Parkinson. And then she walked in and saw you two snogging on the couch.”
“I never said that, you bloody idiot,” Draco snapped, forcing his first down against the table, “I didn’t kiss her. Sorry, Pansy, but I’d never kiss you.”
Pansy gasped, placing her hand dramatically over her chest as if she had been hit with a curse, “But you did.”
Draco shook his head, pissed off at everyone in the room. He glared at the three people around him and stormed out of the room and down to the dungeons, trying to think of what the hell just happened. Y/N saw him kissing Pansy, but he didn’t kiss Pansy. Which made no sense, so what could she have seen? Why was everyone saying that this had happened?
-
In the Gryffindor Common Room, Y/N laid in her bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Why Draco bothered denying the kiss was beyond her, but she saw it nonetheless. She hated thinking about how many times this had happened before.
No, don’t go there, her mind snapped at her.
“Does he think I’m stupid or something?” she asked to the two girls sitting the room with her.
“No — only an idiot would think you’re an idiot,” Hermione scoffed, sitting up suddenly, “Wait, maybe he does then.”
Y/N chuckled, tossing a little bouncy ball up and down, trying not to hit the drapes and topple the whole bed over.
“We’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you, don’t worry.” Ginny grinned at her sister, clutching a pillow to her chest.
Y/N, however devastated, felt lucky she had two supportive best friends to help her out. She knew that the next few weeks would be tough, especially having to see Draco in class and during meals, but she’d act strong enough to make it seem like he wasn’t affecting her.
-
The rest of the weekend had gone by slowly. Y/N was partially grateful for that since she didn’t have to face anyone in class, but she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in her chest. She hadn’t seen Draco at any of the meals and although most of her siblings were supportive, Fred and George — who she could always rely on to cheer her up — had also practically vanished. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought they were avoiding her.
But when Monday rolled around, everything changed.
Y/N rushed down to have breakfast before anyone else was awake, enjoying the peaceful sunshine streaming in through the windows of the hall. She hadn’t slept much, it was hard not to shake the image of her boyfriend — ex boyfriend — and Pansy from her mind. She could feel the bags under her eyes which earned herself a concerned smile from McGonagall as she munched quietly on breakfast.
She was also the first one in Potions that morning, sitting near the front of the class so she wouldn’t have to stare at a platinum head of hair all class. Snape walked in, slightly startled by how early she was, but he went on and did his own thing, only looking up every time another student walked in.
“Is this seat taken?”
Y/N’s face dropped, looking up at the boy who singlehandedly crushed her heart. He didn’t look any better than she did, his eyes were darker and more sunken in than usual and he seemed even paler, if that was possible.
“Before you say no, I’m going to sit.” he pulled the chair back and sat down, not even adjusting his wrinkled robes.
“Look — I don’t know what you saw,” he placed a finger on her lip before she could scold him, “I never, ever kissed Pansy. Why would I?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Y/N crossed her arms, “She’s been obsessed with you since first year. You’re an attention hog. You two go perfectly.” She wanted so hard to tell him off, yell at him until she had no more voice, but as she looked into his eyes she felt herself still clinging to his every word as if she believed him.
“Ok, never say her and I go perfectly ever again, I’d rather vomit and then eat it,” he held his hands up in defense, “Besides, why would I kiss someone else when I’ve got you? The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Y/N leaned back in her chair, “I saw you, Malfoy. Nothing can take that back.”
“But it wasn’t me,” he pleaded, eyes practically begging her for forgiveness.
“Go sit elsewhere, please.” Y/N turned away from him, facing the front of the class where Snape stood, glaring at them for speaking even when class hadn't started.
“Y/N—,”
“Please, just go.”
Draco’s face fell, heart dropping, but he stood up slowly and walked to the back of the class, shoving Goyle out of his seat and installing himself next to Crabbe. Y/N didn’t look back at him, only moving her head when Hermione sat next to her.
“Did he try talking to you?” Hermione whispered, opening her book and preparing herself for class.
“Yep.” Y/N mumbled, leaning her head in her hand and nearly jumping out of her skin when Snape announced class had begun.
It went by surprisingly quickly, but Y/N stayed back to avoid rushing by Draco on the way out. She stared at him in confusion when instead of leaving class, he made his way over to Snape and started whispering about something secretive.
Y/N ignored it and walked out of the dusty room, Hermione by her side.
-
Days went by before Draco spoke to her again — he was losing his mind. After he hung back from potions class to ask Snape about missing ingredients for polyjuice potion and got a confirmation that someone had taken stuff from his inventory, he was on a mission to find out who had done it. Crabbe and Goyle couldn’t stand being around him, his patience wearing thin and his attitude being through the roof, so he dealt with it alone.
He couldn't go storming up to Y/N without proof that it was polyjuice potion, she'd just tell him to bugger off again. So he made it his life’s mission (of the past few days) to hunt the person down — unfortunately, to no avail.
Y/N on the other hand was trying her damn hardest to keep her mind off of him, occupying herself by reading, walking the entire castle, and spending more time than usual with her family. She had eventually found Fred and George, who told her the only reason they’d been avoiding her was because they knew they wouldn’t be able to hold back the rude comments about him and didn’t want to hurt her further.
So, it came as a major surprise to Y/N when Draco stormed up to her during dinner and shoved her out of the way, pointing his finger at the twins, “You two…. you two ruined everything.”
“We don’t know what you’re talking about.” George crossed his arms, “You’re the one who went off snogging someone else.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Draco sneered, “It was one of you two.”
Y/N stepped up, placing her hand on Draco’s chest and turning him to face her, “Uh, I think you’ve lost your mind.”
“Let me explain,” Draco didn’t look at her, instead keeping his eyes on the twins, “First of all, when everyone started accusing me of snogging someone who I hadn’t even seen that day, I knew something was off. Then, it hit me, so I asked Snape if any of the ingredients for polyjuice potion had been stolen from his office, and he said yes. So I did some digging. One, I tried to check who was in the castle at that time that would have something against me — against my relationship with Y/N. My first thought was her family.”
“What if someone just fancied Parkinson?” Fred asked, also crossing his arms, eyebrows raised as if he were standing off against Draco.
“Not possible,” Draco continued, “So, process of elimination. She mentioned to me the night before that Ginny and Ron were going to the quidditch game — leaving you two. When I was sitting out in the courtyard, you two just happened to walk by and give me the dirtiest of stares, as if you already knew I had done something wrong. How would you have known about the kiss if you hadn’t seen me, nor Y/N?”
Y/N felt her heart sink and she looked over at her brothers, not even focusing on the fact that so many people were staring at them. Draco wasn’t exactly being quiet, but she didn’t seem to pay attention to that, her eyes trained on her family around her.
“Is this — is this true?” Y/N’s voice cracked as she looked at her brothers, “Did you use polyjuice potion to look like Draco to kiss Pansy so him and I would break up?”
Fred and George looked down to their little sister, their faces filled with sorry. She had her answer. She sat down on the bench, her legs giving in underneath her. Her own brothers lied. They crushed her heart. She had never done anything to them, and they ruined her relationship, probably finding it funny in the process.
“Y/N, we’re so sorry,” Fred knelt down, looking her in the eye, his face scanning hers for any sign of forgiveness. She could feel the anger and betrayal bubbling in her chest. George placed his hand on her shoulder, gripping ever so tightly as if his actions were speaking louder than his words. Which, in the end, they did.
“You arse! Both of you! You’re unbelievable.” she stood up, giving her brothers a good shove, “I knew you wouldn’t be happy with Draco and I, but this is low. Incredibly low. Even for you two.”
She glared at them and stormed out of the hall, her heart shattered even more than it had been days ago. Draco chased after her, not caring about the rest of her family as he caught up to her.
“Y/N, hold up,” Draco grabbed her arm, twisting her around to face him. The tears were pouring down her face, and he could feel his heart break as he took in her expression. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back slowly as she cried. He shielded her away from onlookers, cornering her behind a wall so they could be in private.
“I can’t believe them.” she sobbed, pulling away from him and wiping her eyes on her sleeve, “My brothers. They’re my family, they’re supposed to support me, no?”
Draco didn’t really know much about family support — in his mind, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy weren’t exactly winning any ‘parent of the year’ awards — but even he knew how close the Weasley family was, and how much that meant to her.
He continued soothing her, placing kisses on her forehead every now and then.
“Draco — I’m so sorry,” she looked up at him, “I’ve been avoiding you for days and I didn’t hear you out when you told me it wasn’t you. I was just so crushed. I was selfish, I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Draco shook his head, “Don’t apologize. I don’t blame you. You saw what you saw. You handled it way better than I would have if the tables had been turned.”
Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist, “Thanks for figuring it out. It sucks, but I’m glad you didn’t actually cheat.”
He placed one of his hands under her chin, tilting her head up in the slightest so he could lean down and press his lips on hers. She leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck and lacing her fingers through his hair. It was tender, passionate, and every ounce of love these two had for each other could be felt through their gentle movements.
Reluctantly, Draco pulled away, “C’mon, why don’t we go for a walk to take your mind off of everything.”
Y/N grinned, nodding her head and interlacing her hand with his, walking outside into the brisk night air, stars shining brightly up above them, with Draco by her side again. She knew she’d end up forgiving her idiot brothers eventually, they were her family after all, but right now, all she could focus on was the pure bliss she felt from having her boyfriend back.
“I love you,” she smiled up at him as they continued walking at a slow pace, enjoying one another’s company.
“And I love you,” he gave her nose a light poke, smiling his dazzling smile as they stared up at the stars.
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Chapter 2 of Unfrozen
Summary: You once were a General and Jedi Master fighting against separatists alongside the clones, the next, darkness clouded over and life passed in flash, and before you knew it you’re waking up with no memory running for your life.
A/N- next part, I hope you all like it!!
Warning- Angst, SLOWBURN.
Pairing- Since Poe and Rey were tied, what I’m going to do is let you all choose which you like more as the story continues and chemistry’s unfold!!!
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“So this is our key? A Jedi Master?” Finn asks Rey in a horrible whisper. Your drift your gaze up to the trio and pull your hands from your head, looking to Commander Dameron as his gaze remains on you.
“Do you have a starfighter?”
Commander Dameron blinks in surprise, not expecting you to speak, he shifts in his seat and shakes his head. “Have you seen the ship we’re on? Doesn’t really fit a starfighter now does it? Plus it seems like you may have some type of amnesia, you can’t fly.”
You sit up straight to stand to your feet, looking to the end of the hall and feeling the strong urge to not do as he says and attempt your sudden made up plan. “I can fly, I need to go save my Commander. You heard what they said, they have him.”
Rey stands up and gets in your way as you attempt going out to search for some sort of escape pod. “I can’t let you do that. You can’t, you don’t know if they’re lying—”
“I do,” you remark with a cold gaze. Even if you didn’t have an idea how, you knew. “Search your feelings, citizen.”
Finn beside her looks between the both of you with his eyes peeled and Commander Dameron steps in. “We can’t go back on just a hunch.”
“And he’s my Commander, I leave no man behind.” You interject sharply. “And it’s no hunch, they said it, aren’t you paying attention?”
The Commander sighs and nods, grabbing your shoulder to attempt and assure you. “I understand that, trust me, but getting you back to our base alive is our priority. If you go back there's a possibility that you’ll get killed.”
You step back away from him and begin to pace as you think of a plan.
“Plus, if it’s you they want, they won’t kill your Commander,” Rey continues, “they’ll use him as bait. Besides don’t you want to remember your past first?”
You stop your pacing and lift your head to look at her, frowning and letting out a deep sigh. “I do.”
“Well I can help, but only if we go back to base.”
You hum and sit back down to put your head in your hands again. “At least please tell me what year it is? I,” you pause and swallow thickly at the feeling of a sharp pounding pain in your head, more memories flash, but they’re like if you were looking at someone else’s memories. It was all surreal. “I can’t remember.”
The three of them look at one another and commander Dameron answers for all of them with a sympathetic look featured on his face. “It’s thirty-four ABY. It’s been fifty four years since the fall of the Republic and jedi order.”
Your frown deepens and it seems that at the mention, at the knowledge of how many years have passed your headache heightens. You cover your whole face with your hands and tilt your head down, part of you wants to cry, but the other part doesn’t know why exactly. Your head was in thousands of pieces with only small fragments of it pieced together.
“General….Heart, is it?” You hear Finn's voice ask. You proceed to look up and meet his dark gaze, at that moment seeing another vivid flash of someone else.
“Y/N!”
You whirl around and a smile instantly widens on your face at the sight of Anakin Skywalker, your best friend; you see he mirrors your gesture and you both rush towards one another to meet each other halfway with a big, warm bear hug. “Ani! Haha. It’s so good to see you!”
Anakin pulls away and his grin widens as you two begin to pace around each other in a circle, as if it was the most unbelievable thing in the whole universe. “And it’s so good to see you! Damn, it’s been so long! Wow! Look at you! Jedi Master and all!”
You grin and just shrug, “what can I say? But look at you! Look at your hair!” Your eyes scan his shoulder length light hair and you can’t help but giggle at the memory of his previous cut. “It suits you.”
“What can I say?” He mocks you, both of you finally coming to a complete stop in front of each other, still sharing the same gleeful look. “But you, wow, I’m so proud. Turned Jedi Master at nineteen. You’re the youngest Jedi master, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”
“It’s no problem, it was a year ago, I’m over it.” You assure him.
Anakin rests his hands on his hips and his grin falls a bit, but not completely, his childlike joy still remains. “What is it your clones call you, General Heart is it?”
Your smile turns shy, and you nod, “yep, it’s silly, but they insist on it, so I’m letting it slide.”
“Well, General Heart not to brag, or anything, but I was the youngest Jedi knight to become a general.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Definitely,” Anakin says smugly as he crosses his arms over his chest. “So I guess we’re both making history.” He begins to approach you and wraps his arm around your shoulders to walk you to the briefing room. “We’ve definitely come far, I never imagined becoming war Generals so young.”
You wrap your arm around his shoulders and agree with his statement. “Nor I.”
Your eyes widen and tears sting your eyes, you look away from Finn and grab onto your chest as this sudden heart aching pain starts within you. Hundreds of memories flash through your mind, all having to do with that same young blue-eyed, brunette that just suddenly appeared in your mind. You suddenly remember his name and what he meant to you, you acknowledge your name from that memory but even that seemed insignificant at the time. You hear the three people before you begin to worry over your current state, but you block them out as the memories of Anakin Skywalker just resurface.
Just the memories that had to with him and nothing else.
“Anakin….” you mouth, feeling the subtle taste of salt in the corner of your lips.
“Did you just remember something?” You hear Rey ask in a concerned tone.
When you look up to her, you make sure to wipe away your tear before speaking. “Uh, yes, my name and a friend.”
“Oh...what is your name?”
“It’d be pretty ridiculous to ask if either of you had knowledge of my friend, would it not?” You ask desperately avoiding her question.
“Uh, depends what friend.” Commander Dameron answers.
“Anakin Skywalker.”
Again they look at one another and share a look you couldn’t understand, when they turn back to you, Rey suddenly has this assuring look on her face that is basked by the yellow light from the hall beyond the cockpit door. “We’re almost at base, it’s best if General Organa helps you with your questions, she’s much more reliable than any of us could be.”
You nod slowly and grip onto your knees as you reveal your name. “My name is Master Y/N L/N.” You offer them a kind smile.
“Oh well it’s very nice to meet you, Master y/n l/n,” Rey formally greets you with her hand extended out towards you.
You look at it and wrap your hand around her forearm. Which confuses her slightly, leaving her a little stunned and unable to think of what to do until a couple minutes later where she does the same. You pull away after a few seconds and stand up to take Finns arm and then Commander Dameron’s; who seems a little starstruck now. He has his lips parted and keeps his hand on your forearm longer than the rest had.
“I, I just want to say that I’m a big fan,”
“Huh?” You quirk your brow and look at him nervously.
He draws in a deep breath and then swallows thickly before releasing his breath and explaining. “You may not remember, but you’re actually a very amazing pilot, my mother used to look up to you, she would tell me so many stories of you and Anakin Skywalker.”
“Oh,” you grin, feeling a warmth begin to burn under your cheeks, “well I’m very flattered.” You use your other hand to grab his forearm with both hands and just suddenly become very flustered. “Thank you,” you pull your hands away and rest them on your hips, “I’m very honored, as well as proud and upset because I can’t rub it in my friends face.” You smirk, “regardless, thank you.”
“No wonder you seemed so familiar,” Commander Dameron added with a more confident smile.
You look to the other two who just look at the commander with a teasing look, and before they could say a thing, the same blue and white droid as before rolls before you and beeps before showing a hologram screen of a scoreboard that read, “Skywalker v L/N.”, and had a line in the middle that each side kept a score of ten tally marks. You narrow your gaze on it and can’t help but grin brightly at the memory. “Ah, yes I remember now, Ani and I had a racing competition going on, we restarted every couple of months because he couldn’t handle not being the best pilot in the galaxy or whatever he called himself.”
The droid remarks your comment and you laugh for the first time before glaring at him. “Don't make me throw you out of this ship you old fried machine, because I will. Anakin isn’t here to stop me.”
The droid goes on a burning ramble and you recall your relationship with this droid and just ignore him and sit back down to look at the three people just watching your interaction. Rey chuckles, but still looks at the droid with concern. “Wow, I’ve never heard him swear, it’s new.”
You scoff, “new is understatement.”
“Well,” Commander Dameron sighs as he turns to the control board, “enough of that, the ship should jump out of hyperspace in three, two and one.” He jumps on the pilot seat and maneuvers the ship down to a beautiful, green jungle planet that soon showed a small hidden base on the ground, hidden amongst all of the greenery. When the ship lands you can’t help but feel a tight stomach churning feeling, or as if something was going to happen. You walk out as normal as possible, you disguise your nerves and walk through the tiny base, seeing the stares and hearing the murmurs. It’s not until you walk inside a building does your gaze focus on one person, on the General they were speaking of.
Upon sight of you she dropped what she was doing and approached you and the four walking beside you. You studied her and noticed she was very small, old and pretty, yet her determination was unmistakably reconzible. Her brown eyes locked on your eyes and her eyes widened a bit as her face turned paler, as if she was seeing a ghost. Once you all finally came to a stop in front of one another, she managed a warm assuring smile that matched her greeting. “Master y/n l/n, welcome.” She grabs your hands and her gaze turns more sympathetic, “everything must be so confusing at the moment, I’m sorry, but I can assure you that we can help with any of your concerns.”
You tugs your lips into an understanding smile and nod. “Thank you, General. And as far concerns, I have plenty,” you swallow thickly and sigh, “I can’t seem to remember a lot of my past, I’ve been getting some memories back. Piece by piece, but there's still a lot I’m missing.”
The General nods and walks you further into the base. “Well to ease some confusion, I’m General Leia Organa Skywalker.”
You drop your smile and a new wave of confusion spills all over you. You blink and freeze in your spot. “Skywalker?”
“Yes,” she confirms, turning to face you as the others watched curiously, “you may have known my father, Anakin Skywalker.”
A faint smile tugs on your lips and you nod, “yes, he was my best friend, he was like my brother, and,” you suddenly cut yourself off and stare blankly at the ground as the memory slams into you. “And I knew your mother too. She was a good friend too,” tears well in your eyes and your voice sounds shaky, “you-you’re their child. I knew of you, of course you were only a fetus before, but I knew of their secret. It’s such an honor to meet you.”
The general's face expresses different emotions, but she ends up smiling softly. “And it's an honor meeting you. I’m sorry for what happened, to be thrusted into such a new place, a new year, everything must feel like a crazy dream.”
“Yeah, just about,” you nod, clasping your hands behind your back.
“And I’m sorry to put you in distress, but it seems the force has brought you here for a reason. The galaxy is yet in another war and we need your help.”
You frown and keep your gaze downcasted. “Hmm.”
“And before I go into much more grave detail, I think it’s better if we ease your mind and help recover what you've lost.” Her gaze drifts to Rey beside you and she gives her a small nod, “Rey if you could, please.”
“Of course.” Said girl responds kindly, turning to you and offering a warm smile, “we’ll find more peace outside, I can take you somewhere.”
With no choice in the matter you follow after her, leaving the two men and the General behind; walking back out to the blazing sun and the humid jungle air. Even if you knew it was impossible, part of you searched for something slightly familiar, a face mainly. But nothing, you were surrounded by new unfamiliar people. All from a different generation apparently, all just purely new.
“We can stop here,” Rey spoke up, breaking you from your train of thought and stopping in a clear spot. Proceeding to turn to you with a sweet and assuring smile, “I’m just going to need you to clear your mind and meditate. I’m going to just help you remember, heal you in a way.”
“Okay,” you nod, looking down at the new change of clothes she had let you borrow before straightening your shoulders and closing your eyes to take in deep breath, breathing them out and clearing your mind, falling into a deep state of meditation. Not feeling as her fingers gently touch the side of your temple and she slowly begins to use the force to ease your confused state; to heal what was damaged and reel back everything that had been lost in the inner corner of your brain, bringing back a huge wave of emotions that used to be well put away. Causing a pain and disturbance within you.
“Something doesn’t feel right, I sense a disturbance in the force.” A new pain shoots through your head and you fall to your knees, screaming and hearing voices and other shouts, feeling a heartbreaking pain and a breakaway.
“Execute order 66.”
The order passes over your head as you’re on your knees in pain, all you could say was just. “No...Anakin.”
The heartbreaking pain finds its source and the face of your longtime friend fades through your mind and displays an unfamiliarity in his now yellow sith eyes. As hard as you try to hold on and just confuse it as some trick, the blue eyes that belonged to Anakin were gone. You were left suffering until it was too late to notice what was actually happening around you.
“General General run! Get out of here!”
“Ahhhh!” You scream out and fall to your knees, grabbing onto your chest and crying out in pain and heartbreak as everything resurfaces and you remember yourself, remember your time before it froze. Literally.
“Y/N! I’m so sorry!” Rey exclaims as she falls on her knees before you, grabbing your hands and trying to help ease your situation.
You fall on your hands and knees and cry out to the ground. You punch it and punch it as if that was going to do anything. You last in your own little secluded, painful and heartbreaking world for a while, until you could grasp what was currently happening, where you were, what time you were in. You speak up hoarsely and unintinally startle Rey. “I remember, everything,” you croak out, slowly picking up your head to look at her with your bloodshot eyes. “The force, it kept me alive when I fell in the ice,” you sniffle, “my commander pushed me to save me and I pulled him down with me. The force kept us alive.”
Rey’s eyebrows knit together and her light eyes search you for her response. She’s caught lost, unable to find the exact wording to help you. She can only seem to cup your shoulder and try to share an assuring look. “I’m sorry. I really am. I wish I could say something to ease your pain, but I feel like there's nothing I can say.”
“Don’t worry,” you assure her before you clear your throat and push yourself to your feet, “I understand. Thank you for helping me,” you express kindly, grabbing her hand and failing to smile, “I appreciate it.”
You drop her hands and then begin your mission and walk past her, hearing her quickly catch up. “Wait, Master, don’t you want to know more? I know a way you can talk to your previous master, talk to any master and...Anakin Skywalker—”
“Don’t,” you cut her off sharply, “don’t say that traitors name again.” You whirl around and glare at her, “don’t you dare.”
Rey stops in her tracks and looks at you stunned and mouth agape, gasping at the new sudden change at the mention of his name. She wants to apologize, but you walk off towards General Organa before she could.
“General.”
“Yes, Master?”
“I need a ship.”
“Wait,” she blinks, “what?”
Your gaze drifts to Commander Dameron and Finn behind her and then slides back to her. “Rey helped me remember what I had forgotten and now I need a ship to rescue my friend. My commander.”
“But, we—”
“And I understand you need me help,” you cut her off in a cold tone, “but I need to save my friend before I can help. Your fellow soldiers promised and I promised my friend I would help him. What kind of General would I be if I can’t keep my promises?”
“Master, l/n, I know you’re desperate, but there's still much you have to learn, to know before you go running off.” General Organa tries to calm you down, “I can help, you’re struggling, you’re confused and hurting. Please wait until everything makes sense.”
You fist your hands and shake your head, “no, I can’t, but I'll hear you out after.”
“You’ll hear me out?” She questioned with a pointed gaze.
“Hmm.”
General Organa looks at Rey behind you and then at the two behind her before looking back at you with a sigh. “Fine, but I can’t let you go alone.” She turns to Commander Dameron and her face softens, “Poe, I know I may be asking a lot, but I trust you to fly her to her location and bring her and her Commander back. All of you.” She turns to Finn and Rey with the same look.
“I don’t need help,” you interject, “I can fly myself.”
“You could,” General Organa says as she turns back to you, “but I need reassurance that you’ll return, I need you.”
You look to a ship parked a few feet behind you and then return your gaze to her, adding a feigned smile and a lie. “I will.”
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A/N- again depending on the interactions with Rey and Poe you guys can choose which ship you like better :) Rey and him tied so I feel like choosing as the story proceeds would be fun.
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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years
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Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader
HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.
Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!
Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.
Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"
Word count - 2.9k
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Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.
We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.
*unable to send message.*
Good thing it wasn't anything important.
There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.
"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."
"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.
*click*
I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.
We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.
"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.
But the knob only jiggled.
And jiggled.
And didn't budge.
"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.
"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."
"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.
*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*
Well fine then.
"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.
"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."
"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.
"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.
"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.
"Is that all you got?"
"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.
"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.
"Like what?"
"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.
"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.
"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.
"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.
"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.
"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.
"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.
"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.
"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.
"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."
"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.
"Actually that is why I drink coffee."
Huh?
"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."
"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~
"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.
"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."
"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.
"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."
"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.
"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"
"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.
"Ok, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.
"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.
"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.
"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.
"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.
"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.
"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.
I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.
Then so be it.
I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.
"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.
"Dare." Perfect.
"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.
"With just my voice?"
"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.
"No, but I may be able to pick it up."
"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.
"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.
"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.
"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.
Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.
"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"
"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."
"Truth."
"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"
"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.
"You technically never specified that so, answer."
This little shit.
"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.
"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."
Yeah uh huh, sure.
"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"
"It can't be that bad."
"It is."
"Please Y/n!"
"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.
"Really?" Was all he could say.
"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.
"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"
What?
My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.
"Truth or dare?"
"It's my turn to ask you."
"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.
"Dare."
"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.
"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.
Is this real?
I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.
"Ouch shit!"
And apperantly I don't know my own strength.
"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.
"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.
"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.
"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."
"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.
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I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.
"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."
"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."
"I knew those two had chemistry."
I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.
“What on earth happened in here?"
"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.
"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.
"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.
But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.
And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.
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styles-89 · 4 years
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delicate ; a love story.
chapter one: all new beginnings must require old endings.
authors note: hi!! this is my first jim halpert x reader fic :) i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! also, thank you for the support on my previous writings. flashbacks/flash forwards will be in bold and talking heads will be in bold with italics!
WARNING: language
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February 25, 2005
Y/N clears her throat, crossing her legs as she sits in small, uncomfortable grey chair. In the background people are working at their desks, a man turns and glances at Y/N in the conference room with the crew. He turns back and makes eye contact with the camera, that was zoomed in on his reaction. He bites the inside of his cheek and goes back to his work, having a look on his face like he got caught doing something.
“What do I say?” Y/N asks, leaning forward towards the camera, then sitting back in the chair. “Oh, I started working at Dunder Mifflin about a year and a half ago? I’m the receptionist here. Boring, I know. I..sit in at meetings, uh, transfer clients. I also write stories! Sometimes, when I’m free. No-one has really seen them, except Jim.” Y/N looks down and fiddles with her bracelet. “Jim’s probably my best friend.” Y/N responds to the crew, the question of her relationship with the man coming up. She nods and smiles. “He’s the best salesmen I know. Everytime he makes a sale we air high five.” Y/N chuckles and smiles brightly at the camera.
“Caleb? He’s my boyfriend. He works in the warehouse. Helped me get this job.” Y/N nods, her smile faltering but a smirk staying on her face. “He’s great, we’ve been dating for...four years. He still has yet to pop the question but you know, we’re saving money, haha.” She smiles and chuckles. “Oh that’s it? Okay cool, uh, if you guys need anything don’t be afraid to come over to my desk and ask.” Y/N stands, and gives a small wave to the crew and camera before she exits the room.
“So, how was it?” Jim asks, leaning back in his chair, looking the woman up and down that was leaning up against his desk slowly, trying to find a trace of concern or outright disgust. Most of the employees at Dunder Mifflin, especially at the Scranton branch, were concerned with the idea of a documentary being filmed. Y/N seemed to like the idea. “It was fine, you just talk about yourself and your job.” She readjusted herself to now be sitting on Jim’s desk, legs dangling off. Y/N eyes the camera that was now standing near the two of them. This would take some getting used to. “So, Y/L/N, you want to go to Poor Richards tonight?” Jim asks, poking the top of her knee. Dwight perks his head up looking over at the two. “Shouldn’t you be working?” He asks, and Y/N rolls her eyes.
A ring was heard from reception, and Y/N hurried over to the phone after shrugging in Jim’s direction, picking it up. “Dunder Mifflin, this is Y/N. Yes, I’ll transfer you.” Y/N says into the phone, sitting back down in front of her computer monitor. “Dunder Mifflin, this Y/N.” She pressed the phone to her ear and her shoulder, writing on a sticky note ‘You mean, like a date?’ “Oh uhm,” The caller was asking to speak to Micheal, but he wasn’t in his office. “Where’d he go?” Y/N mouths to Jim, and he returns with a shrug. “Micheal isn’t here right now, may I take a message?” She asks, setting the separate sticky note to the side and grabbing another one to write down what the person on the other line needed. “Got it. Thank you!”
Y/N stood up and took both of the sticky notes, one to Micheal’s office, sticking it on his computer monitor, and walking over to Jim, placing the purple piece of paper on his shoulder. She would just joke with him out loud but didn’t want Dwight staring at them again. Jim looked over at Y/N, who was now back at her desk and lowered his eyes, a hand resting on his face. She let out a pretty peal of laughter, a pink tint on her cheeks. Their jokes is what got both of them through the day.
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“Y/N?” The crew had asked him how he felt about Y/N and her affect since working here. “She’s a great friend. Very easy to talk to..warm, energetic and positive.” Jim comments, biting his lower lip gently. “Why do you ask?”
At the stroke of 5p.m., Y/N stood up and took her coat off of the coat rack, finding some ways to stall to talk to Jim by stacking the post-it notes, putting the scattered paper clips in their rightful container, making sure her computer was properly turned off. After what seemed like an hour of judgement from other employees as they left (it was only about two minutes), Jim approached her. “I’m assuming your in?” He asks and Y/N smiles. “Hell yes. I haven’t gone out to Poor Richards with you in forever.” She says, stuffing her hands nervously in her coat pockets. “Wait, were going to Poor Richards?” Kelly calls back to them and Y/N’s eyes widen, realizing how loud she was. “Guys were going to Poor Richards!” Kelly called down the hall, earning a few cheers from the other employees.
“I love my coworkers.” Jim says, sighing, and clicking his tongue to his cheek. “But Y/N is the only one who understands the pain of group outings. It’s mainly one of the reasons why we do things with eachother, without the rest of the Scranton branch.”
Y/N and Jim laugh at the same time, the camera zooming in on Caleb as he enters the office right when the two of them were about to leave. “Hey, baby.” Y/N says, pressing a kiss to Calebs lips, his hands resting on her waist. Jim looks into the camera with a frown as he fiddled with his car keys. “So Jim and I were going to go to Poor Richards, if that’s okay with you?” Y/N asks, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, babe..I kinda wanted you to come home tonight, you know..the reasons why.” He grumbles and Y/N looks at the camera, Jim looking visibly flustered and uncomfortable in the background. “Uhh..I just- haven’t gone out with them in awhile.” Y/N separates from Caleb and he frowns. “Fine. You can. Love you.” Caleb says before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Take care of her, Halpert.” Caleb says and Jim nods. “Will do.” He says awkwardly, chuckling afterwards.
“Guess I’m all yours tonight.” Y/N giggles, walking down the stairwell, Jim not far behind her. “Haha, yeah..” He trails off and Y/N stops and looks up at him. It was tremendously cold in the stairwell, but it was their safe space. “Somethings wrong.” Y/N says and Jim shakes his head. “I know that face.” She retorts. “What face?” His eyebrows furrow as he looked in her direction. “The face were you think really hard about something, were your concerned.” She points out and Jim smirks. They really had memorized each other, like a book they had read multiple times. Other miscellaneous things they knew about eachother: Jim’s favorite pen color is blue. Y/N’s favorite yogurt flavor is strawberry. 
“I’m just thinking about Caleb. Why didn’t he want to let you leave, besides..you know.” Jim mocked Caleb’s grumble, this made Y/N laugh. “I don’t know.” She says, continuing down the stairs but she frowns. “Sometimes I just don’t get him.” She confessed, and Jim’s face softened. The camera crew slips into a corner so it is out of view. Jim rolls his eyes and pushes the door open with his back. “Boys! Amirite?” He jokes, which made Y/N smile. Jim rushes over and opens Y/N’s door, to which she thanks him. The camera crew watches as the car drives away. “Do you think everyone else is already there?” Y/N asks and Jim shrugs, focusing on the road. “Thanks for taking me, by the way.” Y/N comments and Jim smiles. “No problem.”
After a couple of hours of hanging around the bar and Y/N getting hammered, the crew filming most of the experience, Jim decides it’s best if he takes Y/N home. He had successfully put her in his car and buckled her, and once he was in the car, Y/N wrapped her arms around his arm while giggling. “Wow. You are SO drunk!” He exclaims and eyes the girl, a gentle, caring smile on his face. The camera zooms in on the two, the view being from another car. “I’m perfectly sober!” Y/N cheers and Jim shakes his head as he pulled up to a red light, the camera filming them in the next car over. “Would I do this if I wasn’t sober?” “Do what-” And just like that, time stopped.
Y/N’s lips were on Jim’s, and Jim’s eyes widened, but he relunctly placed a hand on the back of her head, cradling softly as he closed his eyes. It was so pure, so delicate. The light had turned green, and a car honked behind them. Jim immediately pulled away, stepping on the gas, the camera getting a shot of them as they veered off. Y/N giggled and covered her mouth, then threw up in a bag that Jim had given to her just incase of an incident like this. He didn’t really have time to process what had just happened, and he rolled his eyes as he placed a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. He pulled up to his house, seeing his roommate was home. Jim was going to take her back to her house, but he was scared that she wouldn’t be able to articulate without some sort of assistance, and Jim presumed Caleb was already asleep.
Jim helped Y/N out of the car and walked into the small house and his roommate smiled. “So this is her?” He asked and Jim glared at him and sat Y/N down. “Just get me a glass of water, asshole.” He comments and takes his flip phone out, texting Caleb.
‘Hey, it’s Jim. Y/N got really drunk and she puked in my car, so I took her back to my house. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch. Have a good night.’
“What am I going to do with you?” Jim asked and shook his head. Y/N made ‘grabby hands’ towards him and his obliged, sitting on the couch with her, her body shifting so her head was now on his lap. He smiled down at the girl and quickly turned on the TV. Jim could feel Y/N slip out of consciousness by her breathing and he smiled again, taking a moment to take this in. He stroked her hair and he swallowed harshly, remembering what had happened earlier. Jim bit his lower lip and sighed, then took the girl up in his arms, bridal style, and walked to his room, placing her on his bed, and covering her with the blanket.
The next morning, Jim cooked breakfast for her, gave her medicine, and let her know of what had happened last night. She was taken aback, wondering why she would do such actions. She apologized profusely, to which Jim just smiled and shook his head, replying with a ‘you’re fine.’ Classic boy-next-door Jim. Y/N went home, and didn’t tell Caleb. There was no reason to. She was drunk, and didn’t remember the events. The weekend flew by in a flash, and soon it was Monday again.
Y/N walked into work with a bright smile on her face. That smile quickly faltered as whisperings were made by her other coworkers, and she made eye contact with Jim. Had he told someone? No, surely he hadn’t. Y/N’a eyes faltered from Jim as she sat behind her desk and Jim tapped his pen on desk. Dwight taps his desk a single time and Jim looks over at him, raising his eyebrows. “Y/N has a boyfriend.” Dwight quickly says, and Jim nods. “Yes, I know. Why are you telling me this?” He asks, really not wanting any of Dwight’s antics at the moment. “Because you kissed her.” Jim’s heart sank into the bottom of his stomach. “..Who told you that?” He whispered, glancing at the camera, and Dwight points at the crew member holding the camera. Jim looked at the camera and clenched his jaw.
“How long does this documentary have to be?” Jim asks, his hands folded in his lap as he clenched his jaw.
Y/N wrote sloppily, she was jotting down ideas for her writings. Not that anyone would see them. “Y/N?!” Caleb calls and Y/N stands up. He sounded angry. “Caleb? What’s up?” She asks, walking from behind the reception desk. “You kissed Jim?!” He yelled and Jim turned away from the gaze of Caleb, spinning in his chair as he looked in the camera. The whole office knew by now. “I-I was drunk! And it’s not like it meant anything!” Caleb had a right to be upset, after all, she had kissed him even if she didn’t remember it. “I’m sorry..” She trailed off and Caleb clenched his fists. “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it! You hang out with Jim all the time, how will I know if you don’t do something like this again?! We’re over. I want you moved out of the apartment by tonight.” Caleb angerily says and Jim looked over at Caleb, standing up. “Hey, man, she didn’t mean-” “I don’t want to hear it, Halpert. You kissed back.” He spat. Y/N looked over at Jim before she watched Caleb storm out of the office. He was gone. The man she wanted to marry, spend the rest of her life with, was gone. He wanted her gone.
“Y/N.” Jim quickly said and Y/N tears up, looking up at him. She just threw away four years of her life she would never get back. “I can’t..” She said and rushed out into the hallway, and finally into the stairwell. Jim followed close behind. “Hey..” Jim soothed and wrapped his arms around her, her head now resting on his chest as she wept. He rubbed her back gently and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, looking over at the camera. “You’re going to be okay, Y/L/N.” He comforted, and Y/N sputtered. “I don’t have a place to live! He wants- me gone by tonight.” Y/N hiccups and Jim holds her tighter, thinking of ways he could help her. “Hey! Crazy idea, you can stay at my place until you find somewhere to stay.” Jim suggests. He hadn’t even talked to his roommate.
“Are you sure? I- that’s.” Y/N tries to the find words to show her appreciation, and wraps her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy toes to hold onto him. Jim wraps his arms around her waist and closes his eyes, holding her tightly once more.
And just like that, Jim knew this was the right thing to do. He took in her scent, the softness of her skin, and the many giggles coming from her.
“I’d do anything for her.” Jim says confidently, before his eyes fell from view of the camera. “She’s my best friend.”
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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (1/?)
Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, swearing
Word Count: 2.9k
Story Summary: Driven by the power she posses as a witch and psychic, Y/N returns to Sunnydale to pay a visit to her family after she has a vision about Dawn. She isn’t exactly like her duty first and justice before all else cousin Buffy as Y/N follows her own rules. She offers her aid to the Scoobies during their drama with Glory. Y/N doesn’t plan to stay long until she experiences an unparalleled connection with a certain vampire from North London.
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I never imagined myself visiting a small town like Sunnydale. I’ve lived in many places, but never California. The west coast isn’t exactly my style. For one, it’s hot. Two, the hippy-dippy happy-go-lucky attitude makes my eyes roll. Finally, Los Angeles reminds me of Celia, my cousin. Buffy, Celia, and I were inseparable as children. Dawn tried to tag-along in our make-believe games, but Buffy grew annoyed with her quickly. I haven’t been back in California in a decade for this very reason. Everything about California reminds me of a time when we were just kids. Before everything went to Hell in a hand basket. 
Blasting Green Day in front of the hospital, I park my 1967 bright red Mustang. I take a minute to collect myself before barging in. Buffy and Dawn don’t exactly know I’m coming, but there’s something I have to warn them about, something so crucial that I drove here all the way from New York. The funny part will be explaining to Buffy that I know she’s the Slayer. To her knowledge, I’m just her ordinary cousin who she hasn’t seen since we were ten. In reality, I’m a psychic witch, have been since birth. Well, I’ve been psychic since the womb, the witchy part came later. Oh, and I can’t forget seeing the dead part, I always do. That little twist comes with the psychic part. Yeah, imagine a little ten-year-old me seeing my recently deceased cousin at her funeral… fun times. It explains the whole discomfort toward California. Low-key traumatized, but all good. Any who, I should probably stop the hesitation and just head inside. 
As I stroll down the bitter cold hospital hall, I grip the leather straps of my backpack nervously. 
“Hi Buffy,” I rehearse under my breath. “You probably don’t recognize me, I’m Y/N… your cousin. It’s great to see you- God I sound so stupid!” 
I follow the signs on the wall toward the Neurology unit. Hospitals, cemeteries, funeral homes, old buildings, all great places to bump into ghosts. The things I do for family, boy do these guys owe me. 
As I turn down yet another peach colored hall- geez this place is dated- my eyes land on a familiar blonde in the waiting room at the far end. Oh great, here we go. Buffy doesn’t notice me right away, being too occupied with doting on a sleeping Dawn resting her head on her lap. I take note of the blondie boy sat beside her. I’m guessing he’s with Buffy. Good for her, a strong seven out of ten. I would rate him higher, but he’s not my type, too All-American boy-next-door. 
“Looks like I’m right on time,” I determine once I’m closer, thus making my presence known. Buffy peers up at me and her eyes widen steadily. Blondie next her looks between me and Buffy. Her surprised reaction makes him tense, I nearly assure him I’m not a threat. 
“Y/N?” She gentle shakes Dawn to wake her as she rises from her seated position. “What are you doing here?” 
“I heard about your mom… ” I explain vaguely. In truth, I saw it in a vision and a lot more beyond that, but I’ll just say my mom told me for now. 
Buffy makes long strides and warmingly embraces me. I can sense the desperation in her touch. Her ora is all out of wack. I could see the mess her colors are from yards away. It seems like I did really arrive at the perfect time. Buffy needs me now more than ever. 
“Y/N!” Dawn gasps behind us. 
Buffy and I part, her eyes stare into mine pleadingly. Yeah, we really need to have a chat. Preferably somewhere we can be frank, truly frank, no bullshit like I’m spilling right now. 
“Oh my God!” Dawn squeals, rushing down to greet me.  She squeezes me like a stress ball as she rambles on about how much she’s missed me. Then, Dawn starts to ask the tough questions as usually does. The girl has never quite had a filter. “Where have you been?”
“New York mainly,” I laugh. 
“How come you’ve never come to see us before?” She rushes out as Buffy continues to stare at me in awe. It could be she thinks she’s dreaming this. 
“Dawn, I-” 
She cuts me off, “how’s aunt Lolly? Are you college? When did you get in?”
“Dawnie!” I laugh, “I will answer all your questions, promise. We’ll catch up! For now,” I look at Buffy. “I need to have a chat with your sister…” 
The girl scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’re for Buffy… everyone is always here for her. No ever visit me,” she grumbles. 
“I’m here for you too,” I assure Dawn. “I just… it’s important I speak with Buffy right now. It’s about something-” 
“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Blondie interrupts, his face covered with confusion. 
“I’m Y/N,” I introduce myself. “I’m Buffy and Dawn’s cousin.” 
“I’m Riley, the boyfriend,” he offers me his hand. 
Wow, quite the introduction. I’m not much of a contact-person, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to gather information on G.I. Joe. As I shake his hand, I’m able to visualize memories and emotions from him. They come as flashes before my eyes. I hear his thoughts, see through his eyes, and feel what he’s felt. All I see Buffy, moments they’ve had. At first, pleasure and immense happiness consumes my head. Then, it’s replaced with doubt and self-deprecation. The obsession with Buffy is replaced with desperate longing. He feels her slipping. 
My visual is cut-off when Riley removes his hand. I’m brought back to current moment, surrounded by chaos of the hospital. 
Dawn frowns, curiosity etched across her features. “What’s so important that you had to come all the way? Does it have to do with Mom?”
“You came all the way from New York?” A male voice questions behind me. 
What is this an interrogation? The sooner someone tells me where Buffy is the sooner I can head back home. Believe me, I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be. I glance over my shoulder, Willow and Xander stare at me in confusion. We’ve never met, but I know of them, the visions. I’ve been keeping tabs on Buffy and the family since… well… since Buffy became the Slayer. 
“Yes,” I answer Xander directly. Turning back to Buffy, I not so discretely tell her it’s urgent. “Please, Buff, do you have minute? I know this isn’t exactly opportune but-” 
“Of course,” she swallows hard. “We can uh… we can talk outside. There’s a courtyard just over there,” she gestures down the hall. 
“I’m coming with,” Riley declares next to her. 
“I’m sorry, is your name Buffy?” I sass, much to his frustration. “What am I going to do her? She’s my cousin. I’m only borrowing her for a second, then you can toss the leash back on her.” 
“Y/N…” Buffy mutters for me to stop. 
Riley narrows his eyes at me- oof, I’m real scared now! While I giggle at her boyfriend’s expense as the two of us start down the hall. I’ve missed Buffy, we used to be like two peas in-a-pod. Once all this drama I’ve seen in her future is over, perhaps we can be close again. I refuse to settle in Sunnydale though. At least we have phones and email. 
Once outside, and we’re certain we’re alone, Buffy cuts to the chase. “Not that I’m not happy you’re here, Y/N, I am but, why are you here?” She hasn’t changed a bit.
I snicker, peering up at the sky as the sun it starting to set. Gosh, I hate the day. That sounds weird because what human hates daytime, but I do. I’m much more… in tune with myself when it’s night time. I thrive off the moonlight and stars. The sun and its rays are hot, too hot. I like the cold and darkness of night. 
“Fine, let’s get right to it,” I smirk at my cousin wickedly. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my pack of cigarettes, feeling a bit anxious. “You mind?” I ask her, not really caring but figure I should check. 
Timidly, she shakes her head. Her arms are securely crossed in front of her as she watches me take a smoke. “Those things will kill you,” she advices the cookie-cutter phrase. 
“So can a car accident, yet we still drive,” I remark with sass. “What’s life without a little risk?” I wink. 
Buffy shifts on her feet as her jaw clenches. Her aura is shifting again, Black to red, I’ve never seen someone change on a dime so fast. That’s change is funny, she’s either angry or afraid of me, maybe both. I can’t blame her, I’m not exactly a Care Bear. My black and red attire doesn’t scream comforting. 
“Then again, you would know all about death, right Cuz?” I suggest subtly. 
Her eyes lock with mine and I start to see the wheels turning her head. ‘Does she know? How could she?’ She’s likely thinking to herself. One touch and I could hear for certain what she’s thinking. 
“What are you talking about?” She mumbles, barely meeting my eye. 
I scoff, tossing my head back, why can’t this be easier? You know what, fine! Growing impatient, I hold my hand out, palm to the sky. “Light,” I verbalize and within seconds a bright orb floats above my palm. 
Buffy stares at my magic stunned. Yeah, I was sort of expecting that kind of reaction. 
“How… How…” She stutters. 
“If you’d like a mini bolt of lighting I can do that too,” I offer. “I kind of prefer them, far more powerful!” 
She doesn’t share in my excitement as she slowly steps closer still in awe. “You’re a witch?” 
“Yep!” I smile, rather proud. “Have been for a while now, gotten pretty good at it too, not to brag or anything…” 
“So…” Buffy continues to process everything. “You know about demons, vampires-” 
I hum, “all of it. Including that you’re the Slayer, congrats by the way! Fun shit,” I compliment with a snicker. 
“Not exactly how I’d describe it,” she mutters defeatedly, her eyes still on the orb. 
Closing my fist, the orb disappears and I place my hand on Buffy’s shoulder. Her eyes meet mine solemnly. 
“How long have you known?” She asks unfazed. 
“Since forever,” I answer truthfully. “Sorry I never called or have come to help. I’ve sort of been cheering for ya from the sidelines. In all honesty, I’ve been away perfecting my magic with a coven. I’ve met some pretty interesting people along the way, all dazzled when they find out I’m related to the Slayer,” I gush. 
She pays no mind to my compliments, still in a daze. “Does anyone know? Does your dad?” 
I shake my head and sternly tell her, “he can never know! He thinks I’ve been away at school in Boston. In truth, I’ve been in New York with a coven.” 
Buffy nods in understanding, though I know Joyce is aware of the supernatural world. My mom could never handle it. “Did you come all the way here to tell me that?” 
Okay, here’s the hard part, the real hard part! I finish my cigarette, pondering the last relaxing bit of it before tossing it to the ground. “Okay, so here’s the deal,” I begin. “There’s a this big nasty bitch I’ve seen in my visions- I see visions by the way-” I add in passing, having forgotten it. Then, I remember I can’t forget the ghosties bit. “Anyway, you’ve already bumped into her, Glory. Yeah, she’s a real charmer from what I can see. I’m here to help because based on my visions, she’s kicking your asses.” 
I leave out a crucial bit of information, a part of the visions I’m not sure I can share. One important thing about being a psychic is not changing fate. As much as I want to tell Buffy everything, I know I can’t, not if I don’t want to mess with the world. 
“So, you’re here to help us stop Glory?” She clarifies. 
“It gets real fucked at some points,” I tell her, hoping that doesn’t reveal too much. 
“And I take it you know about Dawn…” she insinuates. 
I nod my head slowly, “you mean that she’s The Key? Then yes, I do. She’s about as human as the Teletubbies, but of course I won’t mention that to her. Who all knows?” 
“As of right now, me and Giles. He’s my Watcher,” she explains. “Did you already know that?” She’s catches on quickly. 
“Kinda…” I answer hesitantly. “Sorry if that’s weird. I’ve tried not to pry with my visions. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know who Riley was! He mustn’t have been around the last time I checked in!” 
“When was the last time you… ya know… checked in?” She asks, unsure of how to phrase it. 
“Well, I’ve been away with the coven. I joined them right after high school, so I suppose it was when you started at UC Sunnydale. I know all about Willow and Xander, they seem nice from what I’ve seen. Angel, his in-and-out appearance in my visions was confusing for a while until I realized he was doing that in real life too,” I laugh.
“So you saw all of the Spike drama and my mom finding out about me too?” She asks. 
I frown, I saw Joyce learning about Buffy and that whole conversion, but I’ve never heard of a Spike. Based on my expression, Buffy predicts the answer. 
“Spike is the biggest pain in my ass,” she groans. “He and Angel used to be all vampy together. Then, Angel gained a soul and Spike got worse from what I’ve gathered. He’s killed two Slayers, so we’re not exactly friends. We met when he tried to kill me. He’ll show up and leave again, kinda like Angel but less helpful. Except now, he’s acting all infatuated with me and sticking around.” 
I snicker, “oof, so you have a psychotic vampire lusting after you? How did I miss this?!” 
Buffy rolls her eyes, “believe me, it’s not fun.”  
“Is he hot?” I inquire, always interested in a troubled bad-boy type. 
She stares at me with narrowed eyes of disapproval and scoffs, “oh my God… never ask me that again.” 
 “He must’ve showed up and gone between visions,” I determine. “I wasn’t able to check in much after you started at UC. Which reminds me, your roommate Kathy- not a fan of her,” I confess with a bit of humor. 
“Turned out to be a demon,” Buffy explains, much to my surprise. 
I gasp, “no way! Ugh, I saw you move-in, some interactions here and there, but that’s about it. I knew there was something up with her!” 
Buffy laughs, actually smiling for the first time since our reunion. It feels great having someone know I’m a witch who isn’t a witch themselves. Being away in New York with the coven was great and utterly freeing. They were the first people who I showed my true self to. Now, finally, someone I care about knows the real me. I have so much more to share with her! 
Buffy takes my hand gently, “I’m really glad you’re here. Lately… lately things have been more difficult than I could’ve ever imagined,” she confesses, swallowing back her tears and looks at the ground. “With Mom and protecting Dawn, I’m not sure I can do it all on my own. I mean, I have my friends, Giles, and Riley but…” she meets my gaze, tears puddling in her eyes. “I needed you, I just didn’t quite know it. I needed my other sister,” she weeps. 
Immediately, I pull Buffy into my chest and hug her tightly. I should’ve come sooner. I should’ve felt Buffy’s pain. I guess I was so caught up with the coven and I forgot to check on her, so I missed the signs. I’m here now, that’s all that matters. Now, I can help. Seeing Buffy so upset makes my blood boil. Anyone who fucks with my family gets knocked off this planet, which means Glory has another coming at her in the form of a powerful witch. 
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Premonition- Zack Fair X F!Reader
Summary: you come to Zack after a nightmare, or was it a premonition?
A/N: Ch.11 of Creep will be out soon! Sorry it‘a even later than I said it would be! Anyways, have some Zack content. Who doesn’t love Zack?
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You could not believe you were doing this. You were a second-class soldier for Pete’s sake! Almost first class, actually; capable of fighting off armies, let alone handling yourself. Yet here you were, standing outside of your best friend's door because you had a nightmare.
Zack Fair... you had to see him. You had to make sure he was ok, that he was safe. But you weren’t going to tell him that. You didn’t know what you were going to tell him. There was no good response for why you were at his door at 2:30 am. You cringed, why couldn't this wait till morning?
But you knew it couldn't; you had to see him now. So you built up the courage to knock. You took a deep breath, shut your eyes tight, and gave a quick and gentle knock.
As soon as your knuckles tapped the door, you regretted it. The seconds slipped by terribly slow; your breath was caught in your throat as you listened for any sounds on the other side of the door, nothing. Did he even hear it? This was so embarrassing, you thought. And even though you had to see him, you didn't think you had the courage to knock again.
The door swung open, revealing a disheveled Zack Fair. He wore only a pair of sweatpants, and his hair was even messier than usual. He blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he set his gaze on you.
"Y/N?" He asked, his voice gravely. You stared for a moment. There he was, your best friend and crush perfectly healthy and safe. And cute, he looked really cute. His brows furrowed when he didn't get a response from you,"what's up?"
And now was the time you'd have to admit you had a nightmare, that you were scared.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have woken you. It's just..." and there he was, looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes. You nearly lost your words, "I, uh... I had a nightmare. I'm still a little spooked, I guess."
His gaze softened (not that it was ever harsh to begin with) and he smiled.
"Why didn't you just tell me that? Come on in!" He said, a little too loudly for the middle of the night. You shushed him gently, and his eyes widened when he realized, “Sorry..."
He opened the door further, leaning his back against it as he led you inside. And then walked he over to his bed, sitting down and patting a spot on the mattress. You sat down next to him.
"So... do you wanna talk about it?" He asked.
"No," you replied a little too quickly, causing him to look over in confusion, "don't want to speak things into existence."
"I get it."
There was an awkward pause between the two of you, Zack letting out a large yawn while you regretted ever knocking on the door. This was a mistake; you should've just gotten over your bad feelings and went back to bed.
"So, you uh... want me to turn on a light or something? Would that help?" he finally asked.
"I'm not afraid of the dark, Zack," you laughed softly, the sound of your words slowly dying into nothing. You felt the urge to end the silence again, to keep this situation from getting any more awkward than it already was, "I just... didn't want to be alone is all."
"So you wanna spend the night?"
"if that's ok with you."
"Of course its fine with me! You don't even have to ask that." he replied, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "But do you think you can sleep again? Angeal wants us up at six and I need my beauty sleep. You don't think this face just comes naturally, do you?"
"Zack..." you laughed, which caused him to flash a charming smile as he waited for you to reply, "Let’s get some sleep.”
He jumped up from the bed, and out of shock, you did too. Then he made his way to the side of the mattress, picking up the corners of the sheets and blankets as he curled back up into bed. You watched as he did, still not completely sure what he meant by sleepover. Did he want you to sleep on the floor or the bed?
"Well, jump on in!" he said, patting the spot right next to him, " Its nice and warm."
that cleared things up... He wanted you in his bed. Your crush wanted you in his bed. You sighed, for you knew Zack. He wasn't stupid, just oblivious. And you knew he was oblivious to the implications of this. It came as a sort of comfort, then, that he wouldn't make any real moves on you.
you hesitantly slid the covers back on your side, placing both legs under the sheets and getting yourself comfy. Still, you kept some distance from him, as you didn't want to look too eager to jump into his bed. There was an awkward pause as the both of you laid in silence.
"Come closer," he said, patting the place next to him again.
"What?"
"You're scared, right? Well I'll protect you!"
Your agape mouth slowly shut and turned into a smile. He was probably the sweetest man you knew. Even though he couldn’t protect you from your fears or your nightmares (not that you’d ever tell him that) you complied, scooting closer to Zack.
He pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping both arms around your form. It was a little more intimate than you expected, but not unwelcome. And there you could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, and maybe a little fast? Strange, but all that really mattered to you was that he was alright. He was safe. He was alive.
"I'll always keep you safe, Y/N" he whispered, "Even though you could totally kick my butt."
"I'm glad you acknowledge that," you laughed, "you're really sweet, Y'know?"
"I do." And though you weren't looking at his face, you knew he was smirking. "Besides, if I want to be a hero, I've got to protect people!"
"Ok, hero."
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence. Zack's quicker than normal heartbeat eventually slowed down and he began snoring. You hadn't fallen asleep yet, for you were intent on listening to every beat of the man's chest. He was alive, he was safe. And maybe that dream was just a dream. Not a premonition or a warning. Only time would tell. But you were content in the moment, because Zack was safe in your arms and you were safe in his.
Eventually, you let yourself fall asleep again. The soft beat of his heart and the warmth of his body made it easy. And you slept so much better in his arms.
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Angeal cursed as he flipped open his phone, heavy steps echoing through the hallway as he headed for Zack's room.
Both of his mentees were late this morning, an unusual and worrying occurrence. He went to check on Y/N first, but upon receiving no response to his knocks on the door he soon realized she wasn't there. But where could she be? And what would cause her to skip training? It wasn't like her to do that, and so he quickly punched in her number.
Zack was surely still in his bed. Angeal just knew it. Zack usually came to training on time, but every once in a while he would sleep through his alarm and Angeal would have to pound on his door to get him up.
He put his phone up to his ear, now almost to Zack's room. But then he heard something, a ringing, and it grew closer and closer with every step he took. It was definitely coming from Zack’s room. Either he dialed the wrong number, Zack coincidentally got a call at the same time, or...
A feminine voice could be heard through the wall.
"Shhh- he's calling me... Oh, we're so dead Zack! I better take this, if I miss his calls, I'm gonna be in even bigger trouble!"
And then the door opened. Y/N held her ringing phone in hand as she stepped out of the room, hair disheveled and still in her sleep clothes. She went to close the door, but before she could, she caught a glimpse of her mentor and froze in place.
He froze, too, moving his phone away from his face as he looked her up and down, and then at Zack's door. There were a few moments of tense silence as the two stared at each other.
And then Zack peaked through the doorway, jumping at the sight of Angeal.
"Oh, hiya 'Geal! Funny seeing you here!" He said awkwardly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.
The commander only stared at his mentees: Y/N in shorts and a tank top, and Zack shirtless wearing sweats. The phone dropped out of his hand, falling onto the ground below.
"Uh... I'm gonna go get ready!" You said, quickly turning to run to your room.
"Yeah, me too! Gotta get training, am I right?” He laughed uncomfortably, and before Angeal could even respond, Zack slammed the door to his room.
Angeal stood there a moment more, still processing what he just saw. So his two mentees were together now, at least that’s how it appeared. He couldn't say he never saw it coming...
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petite-ely · 4 years
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Afraid // JJ Maybank
three - family heirloom
Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader
Warnings: cursing and other sorts of bad language, mention of a dead body, underage drinking, idk if there’s something else besides some typos
Description: a fun trip to a thrashy motel leads to many discoveries for the pogues (buckle up buckaroos this one’s a bit long) (also I’m very sorry for not putting a read more thingy but I really don’t know how, sorry :(
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When John B fell into the the water, the anchor held against his chest, y/n didn’t expect him to come back with anything valuable. Maybe something that would have revealed the identity of whoever owned this boat, but nothing really big. So she was very surprised when he came back with a motel key in his hand. It was not much, as expected but the pogues knew what to do.
The little group had tried to report their findings to the authorities, in hope of receiving some kind of reward. Unfortunately, the plan had failed. Because of the hurricane, the coasts guards were so busy they couldn’t even spare one minute for them.
Instead, they all agreed to go investigate the hotel room. Y/n had been reluctant at first, but her curiosity took the lead, so she agreed. How could she not?
“I thought the château looked bad.”
“This place is a shitshow.”
“Motel or meth lab?”
Y/n’s face scrunched up in a grossed out expression at the sight in front of her eyes, plugging her nose as she caught the horrible smell that went with it. The motel itself wasn’t that bad. Except maybe for the roof, and the window and probably also some kind of hygiene issue. The yard was the worst part. It was filled with debris brought by the storm and it was covered with a bunch of old mattresses. It was not a pretty sight to see.
“Y/n are you staying with me and Pope or..” kie wondered as they landed.
The Routledges exchanged a look. John B didn’t show it a lot, but he was very protective of his sister. He preferred to have her by his side at all times, where he could protect her and assure that she was always safe. It was his way of showing he cared.
“Nah,” she jumped off the boat, her feet joined together, “someone has to look after these two knuckleheads.”
JJ laughed at her words. “Knuckleheads, who even says that.” “Dude I was talking about you.”
“What.” She rolled her eyes.
“Hey,” Pope addressed the girl “don’t let him do anything stupid.” He pointed to JJ.
“Oh, we will.”
“I can’t make any promises.”
Kie handed the key to John B. “Be careful, okay. I mean it.” Y/n grinned at her friend’s words.
The trio then headed towards the direction of the room. Somehow y/n ended up taking the lead, with the two boys walking behind her. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her.
“JJ I know you’re looking at my ass, stop that right now,” she warned. “Dude!” John B slapped him on the chest.
“Um for your information I was looking at the bruise on your thigh.” “Yeah right.”
(He was actually really looking at the bruise. He hated to know she was hurt in any kind of way, it pained him)
“And even if I was, whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up?” “Don’t underestimate me Maybank, I could easily take you down.” JJ scoffed. “Pfft as if.”
He left her side to go join John B, who had voluntarily distanced himself from their bickering. The blonde grasped his friend’s shoulder. “Just be so careful, John,” he said, imitating Kiara.
John B pushed him off. “God, you’re so weird.” “Dude, what the heck was that all about.” “I don’t know, I guess she wants us to be careful.”
Y/n now walked alone behind, kicking a small pebble whilst silently listening to the conversation.
“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been like ‘oh! Be so careful John B’” “Get off” “just give me that John D already.”
“Like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”
y/n cringed at his words. “Ew, don’t sexualize her like that, it’s gross, j”
“Bro, you know the rule. No pogue on pogue macking.”
Stupid rule. It was the only reason why y/n had never admitted her feelings to JJ. That and her fear of being humiliated ( and the fact he would never feel the same way).
“Besides you’re the one always hitting on her.” Y/n scoffed.
“That doesn’t mean anything, JJ hits on every girl he ever sees.” JJ frowned at her words. “He would hit on a plant if it even slightly ressembled the body of a girl.”
“Hey, that’s not true,” he defended himself. “I don’t hit on you all the time.”
“Says the guys who was just looking at my ass five minutes ago.” “No, I wasn’t.” “You so were!”
“Hey guys, I hate to break up your little fight but uh,” he pointed the door in front of him “this is us. 29.”
JJ knocked on the door. “Housekeeping,” he said, his voice pitched way higher than normal, making both his friends laugh at his actions.
“Should we try it?” Questioned John B. “No power- no security camera. No one’s gonna know.”
The door opened with a small creaking noise. It was a small dark room with two beds. The trio looked around for clues. They still didn’t know who owned the boat nor what they were doing out in the middle of a hurricane. They were hoping for some answers.
“Check the bag, see if there’s a name on there.” “Gotta a jacket-“ “Denim slides-“ “No name on the jacket. It’s a nice jacket though.” “Definitely over 50 he’s got new balances.”
“Yo, dude come here.” JJ found some papers and books stacked on the night table between the two beds. He pointed to a map. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.” “ let me see.” “Right there.”
Y/n peeked over their shoulder, standing on the tip of her toes, to try to see what they were talking about. “Nah, that’s off the continental shelf. Big swell, no one fishes there.”
Abandoning her previous idea, she crouched down and flashed her light under the first bed. “Nothing over here.” She turned to the other bed. Her eyes caught a strange shape, on the opposite corner. “Wait.” She slipped underneath and crawled to the object. “Ah ha!”
“What? You found anything?”
Disappointment filled the girl’s mind as she noticed it was only a shirt, grey and smelly. “Uh, not really. I thought I did but it’s only a dirty shirt.”
“Ew there was a spider on it.” She brushed the bug away as she got up. She turned towards John B, noticing he had successfully opened the safe. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
The words left her mouth without her noticing. She was just too astonished. The safe was filled with multiple stacks of money and well, a gun. There was so much of it, it’s like she didn’t know where to look.
“Uh, JJ, you’re gonna wanna see this.”
JJ’s eyes doubled in size as he noticed the firearm in the safe. He immediately picked it up. “You grabbed the gun,” John B sighed.
“This is a SIG Sauer.” He was swinging it in the air, playing with it as though it was just a toy. “JJ put the fucking gun down, you’re gonna hurt someone,” y/n hissed at him.
“Put the gun back, JJ.” “This is a fucking spendy gatt, man, just.” He pretended to shoot someone in the distance. “Bam! Bam!”
“JJ, this is not a toy you can just play with, put it back!” Y/n’a voice was louder now, angrier and harsher too. “Just take a pic of me.”
“You want me to take a picture of you?” “Yeah dude, like-” JJ struck a pose, the gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other. “Make our own incriminating evidence is that what your talking about?”
Y/n’s attention drifted away as she heard the sound of something hitting the window. She spun around and drew the blinds open, only to find Kie and Pope jumping up down. “What?”
There were clearly trying to warn her about something but she couldn’t hear what they were saying through the thick glass that separated them. She lifted the window slightly. A single word left their mouth in a loud whisper. “Cops!”
“Fuck.”
“What is it?” Y/n turned her body to the two boys. She opened her mouth, about to reveal what danger would soon fall upon them when a knock came from the door.
“Kildare county, sheriff department,” a stern voice announced.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
The girl yanked the rest of the window open. By chance, there was a small step, a ledge, where they could stand and hide from the police officers.
Y/n’a hand flew to her neck, as she noticed the necklace she always wore wasn’t on her neck anymore. “Fuck!” It was very precious to her, leaving it there was not an option.
Her father had actually given it to her on her 14th birthday. It belonged to his mother and her mother before her. It was a family heirloom and the only thing she had left of her father. She always wore it, even to bed.
“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”
She scanned the room quickly, her stress level growing as she heard the door rattling. Her eyes finally landed on the shining necklace, tangled under the first bed.
“My necklace fell off!” she whispered-shout. “There’s no time!”
Luckily for her living on the cut had taught her to move quickly, without being seen. She swiftly slid under the bed, grabbed the golden chain and slipped out of the window, all before the door opened.
“That was close,” JJ whispered softly.
Y/n removed one of her hand from the wall to place her index finger against her lip motioning for JJ to stay silent. They both turned their attention back to the room, observing the cops as they entered.
There was two of them. Shoupe and a woman y/n didn’t know the name of. They were looking around for clues just as the three kids had done minutes earlier. Shoupe opened the door of the safe. Y/n’s eyes followed as he handed the other officer some evidences. He then handed her a stack of money, which she put in her pocket.
“The fuck?” the girl whispered, glancing at her brother on the other side. JB looked at her with wide eyes, he was just as shocked as she was.
She lost her balance for a quick second, her foot sliding down, making the loudest noise ever made. JJ’s hand caught her before she fell, bringing her body closer to his. She heard footsteps getting closer. She could feel and hear JJ’s breath getting heavier by the second, her heart pounding in her chest. She scooted even closer to him, her hand gripping at the back of his shirt so she wouldn’t fall once more.
“All right, let’s go. No one’s here.” Shoupe said from inside.
A heavy sigh left her lips as she heard the door close behind them. “That was so fucking close.”
“Jesus Christ, y/n what was that all about, you almost got us caught!” John B snapped.
“My necklace fell off, I couldn’t just leave it there. It’s the only thing I have left of dad! Plus they would’ve known I was there, it would’ve got us caught!”
John’s face fell slightly, she was right. Still he couldn’t help but worry at the thought of her getting caught. He was her brother, it was normal for him to want to protect her form getting hurt. “I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just, I was just worried okay? I don’t want to lose you too, y/n/n.”
“I’m not going anywhere, bird.”
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After the little trip to the motel, and almost getting caught by the cops, the group had decided to head back to the château. Y/n let out a sigh of exasperation. She was, once again, seated on the dirty sofa on the porch. This time her head was hanging upside down, her shoeless feet rested against the window. She was exhausted. This day had been filled with nothing but surprises, following one another without getting a chance to take a breath. And the day wasn’t over yet.
First there was their discovery of the boat in the marsh, then John risking his life for a motel key (okay maybe risking his life was a bit of a stretch but yeah, y/n still thought it was dangerous). And then they tried to report the boat but failed, so they went to the motel and we’re almost caught by Shoupe (and saw him stealing money) and stupid JJ who stole the goddamn gun.
And that wasn’t even the most shocking surprise of the day. The body of Scooter Grubbs was also found (and y/n really wish she could erase that image out of her memory) and shocker, he was the owner of the Grady-White. So the marsh was closed until the authorities would find the boat.
“Ugh,” y/n rubbed her tired eyes, feeling a headache coming as the blood rushed to her head.
“You’re gonna get brain damage if you stay like that for too long,” John B said motioning to his sister’s position. “Can’t be worse than it already is,” she shrugged, moving herself so her head now rested on Kiara’s lap.
Pope came rushing, the screen door slamming behind him. “So, um we didn’t see anything, we don’t know anything.” He was still slightly panting, and he seemed very stressed, anxious even. “We need to have complete and total amnesia.”
“Actually, Pope’s right. For once.” y/n scooted closer to Kie to make room for Pope to sit and turned her head back to JJ who was getting up from his seat. “See I agree with you sometimes,” he pointed his index finger on each of his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”
“Guys we can’t keep that money.” “Not all of us have unlimited data plans, Kiara.”
Y/n frowned at JJ’s words. That was low of him. The Carreras might hav been a lot richer than the average pogue, but they weren’t kook rich either. Business was hard for everyone and The Wreck wasn’t spared of the occasional struggle that went with it.
“Well I hate to be a party pooper but she’s right. It’s not our money, it wouldn’t be right for us to keep it.” declared the Routledge girl. “Yup, we have to pass that money off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it’s bad karma.”
“It bad karma to be implicated in a felony too,” added Pope. “We gotta go dark.” “If that means we get to keep the money then I agree.”
John B gave a small pat on JJ’s shoulder. “I don’t agree.” “What, why?”
“Just think about it, this is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about,” he started. “Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pockets and all of the sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just saying..”
John B was right. It was indeed kind of shady. Square groupers? Smuggling? Contraband? Y/n had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was a strange situation and she had no idea what to do about it, so she followed her friends ideas. They all agreed to lay low and act normal, which could only mean one thing. There was going to be a kick ass kegger on the boneyard. And y/n couldn’t be more glad.
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hueningshaped · 3 years
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★ prince of the future | w.jh
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▰ genre: fluff + idk what genre time travel is but uhhh
▰ word count: 3916 (FRICK)
▰ synopsis: the one where jun is a time traveler who shows up in your apartment having just returned from an ancient war and he was also a king and you introduce him to hot dogs and cell phones + female! reader + the one where reader has to catch up with jun being a time lord of some sorts
▰ notes: cross posted on wattpad | this is my first posted imagine/thing on here >___<
▰ possible warnings :: blood, wounds, food
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There was absolutely no way that any of this was real, and if it even was, you perhaps should have dialed the emergency number quite a while ago. After all, there were many factors that affected your logic and sensitivity as you were sleep deprived and had just finished working a double shift.
"Once more, sweet miss, for your ease, are there any tourniquets present within your residence?" The young man pleaded, head hung down towards the wound that one of his hands were busy addressing, while the other bloodily leaned against your doorframe.
"I-I — " your jaw seemed to be jammed, tongue caught between your teeth because this was all too much to deal with. One second, you were trying to start up your record player and the next, you were temporarily blinded by a flash of light from your kitchen.
Nonetheless, you remained in your spot, half sprawled, half sat, upon the hardwood floor.
"I suppose I could just search it myself." His militaristic, shin-high boots clicked cleanly upon the once crystal clear, tile floor as he vanished into the hallway.
You had to face the facts: this guy was tall. His head barely missed the top of the doorframe. His diction and attire obviously furthered him from this era. Maybe he was just a medieval soldier reenactor, but that seemed unlikely. In fact, the whole situation seemed unlikely. An amply bleeding wound had erupted from his thigh, flushing in loose spots across your floor.
Were you seriously going to let a man step all over you even in the strangest of circumstances? Never: you had promised yourself you wouldn't go through this again.
He audibly seemed to be pulling drawers out from their initial piece, left and right, with the thunderous cascade of your paraphernalia and belongings. The blood led to the restroom. The reflection of the sanguine drew you closer, you discovered, after arming yourself. His broad shoulders shielded him from seeing you perhaps as you entered.
You were within an arm's reach, of knocking him out with a skillet, that you had grabbed soundlessly, before he had spun the opposite direction, grabbing you, to complete the rotation, before finally, he had you, as wild as it was, in his arms, mid-fall, with your arms locked around your own neck: the skillet now amongst the mess he had made.
New fact: he was absolutely beautiful.
His stunningly-lidded eyes consisted of something far more than your bewildered reflection but a glint of wonder, a glint of mischief. Fine bloodied lines etched the edges of his cheekbones, frequented the side of his left temple, and even smudged the corner of his full and bruised lips.
"Care to explain that?" He nudged his head towards the dropped cooking pan before meeting your eyes once more.
All you could muster was a sob as your face contorted itself in your rather pathetic, frightened expression.
"Please don't kill me! Please don't hurt me! Please, please, please!" Tears blurred your vision and if you didn't know any better, you would have confirmed that you had seen a pitiful look breathe over his features.
"Darling, darling, darling... Hush. I would never kill you. Besides, I am quite unfamiliar with the way this property functions. You shall be my guide." With that said, he loosened his lock on you and hoisted you over his shoulder, which should have, maybe, broke his entire body, yet the subtle grunt seemed to prove he wasn't superhuman. But what could he be?
"I will yell for help! I'll scream!" You continued, still untrusting, as he decided to move from your bathroom to your bedroom, which for the most part was proof of the child you were at heart.
"At least let me kill myself so you don't have to!" More tears came despite your sudden grip on the doorframe of your bedroom, with this man still tugging your body forward so you could let go, but that had to be your only strength since you had trouble letting go.
This struggle gave you enough time to throw your legs the other direction, running on the hallway wall, before wrapping your entire body around his neck. Immediately collapsing with him, you should have been able to ascend and speed away yet that move had literally taken all your strength. That was your workout for the...year probably.
The man sat up, coughing still, but this time, he spat some blood to his side, eyeing you over with a half startled yet impressed smirk.
"Look at you, little warrior," he cooed with his noble, caramel voice. "I do not know what I can possibly offer so as that you cease every attempt to kill me, which I deem unfair and even a bit hypocritical. I am Wen Junhui, time-traveling lord, not to mention that I just returned from 1334, from a battle within the Yuan Dynasty. The furthest I have ventured to your time was 1991, so please forgive me for my informalities. Please take care of me and I will simply be on my way, back to 1970."
Your head had to still be spinning. His determined look never ended with yours even as you slowly joined him, sitting up.
His right eye seemed to be engulfed in blood from perhaps a reopened wound on his temple, the trail dribbling down to his chin.
"What the fuck?" You exclaimed out of instinct.
"I beg your pardon?" It bothered you that he was way too hot to be speaking like some imperial reenactor. His lips should be spouting corny jokes, bad compliments, and maybe even singing a song. (Maybe they should be on yours.)
"There's no way any of that's true. I... did you drug me?" He rolled his eyes, fortunately with a small grin on his rugged face.
"I did no such thing. In fact, opium hasn't hit China yet. It is rather exhausting traveling from place to place, or should I say, time to time, so I have not delved into drugs. Nonetheless, I am severely wounded and my internal compass —" He paused to tap the centre of his chest, which clinked, in return. " - led me here. Please. I hope my pleas meet your grace."
One tenth of you screamed over your shoulder, accepting anything he would do to you. You sighed deeply, as if you had been served the greatest plate of disappointment, yet complying to the rest of you that exhaled kindness in breaths.
"You can do whatever, I guess. Just let me call my parents and tell them my goodbye's." You trailed off finally, rising from your state upon your knees only to fall back again since that quite literally took the air right out of you.
"Call? Are they present around one of these rooms? Hello?" He began hollering with an innocent light now softening his look, despite looking as he had just come from battle, which he had even said he did.
"No!" You laughed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, before meeting his eyes once more. "With my phone? You know what telephones are, don't you?" You showed him your smartphone, waving it around for him, which seemed to dim everything around his your hand for his focus. So, it looked he absolutely no clue what it was.
"This must be the most lofty technological advancement yet. I have never seen anything so promising yet thrilling, besides you." He commented, almost in a sing-song voice.
"What?" You stammered, to which he shook his head as if dismissing your question
"The last I saw of this mechanism had to have been grand, heavy like a cantaloupe, and anything but this, really!" Junhui exclaimed excitedly like a child. How old was he even?
His blood continued beating upon the floor in minor dots, the warmth rippling down his leathered leg in thin streams.
"So, about the, uh, tourniquets? I got some bandages in my closet, if you'd like to follow me. I also have some other stuff if you want to look and pick through." Your voice fell quiet as his eyes never once ceased the contact with you.
"Stuff?" He blinked, reaching a hand down towards you. You obliged, slipping your hand into his, fingers gripping yours with gentle ferocity, which yanked you up immediately upon into his chest. It suddenly became hot.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you pulled away, zipping off into your bedroom. The walls were adorned with Hello Kitty plushies and anime posters and the bed filled with stuffed animals. "R-right this way. Umm, feel free to sit on the bed."
You weren't as articulate as you would have hoped to be and you also noted that you were becoming rather obsessive over your own mannerisms.
The subtle squeak of your mattress notified you of his seat but the small hums of observation caused you to become flustered of your vulnerability.
"So, uh, Junhui?" You called out.
"You may address me as Jun." He interjected.
"Okay, Jun, how old are you? Are you immortal or what?" Your question seemed to earn a rich chuckle out of him. Alas, the first aid kit was underneath a pile of old comforters.
"I turned the age of 23 in 1845 yesterday," Jun replied as you found him clutching onto your Chococat pillow against his chest. "My internal compass was inherited naturally but...as I am the last of my thin dynasty with this power, my parents urged me to travel. Never to return home."
His voice sullied over with his chin and cheeks further plummeting into the side of your pillow. There had to be blood splotches by the time he would let go.
"So, you're bleeding from where exactly?" His eyes dropped at your words, his confidence retracting by degrees as he shyly withdrew the pillow, to reveal the deteriorating patch of some material around the side of his right thigh.
"Just here?" You sat on your knees, zeroing in on his wound, not even the situation.
"It possesses the most major blood loss. The rest is minor and axial." His statement cut short as he inhaled sharply, biting his lip to muffle his pain. Your peripheral vision caught his fingers wriggling and your kindness got the best of you.
"Do you want to hold my hand?" You asked, mentally slapping yourself. Murderer, do you want me to open the door and let you in? Sharpen your knife? You had practically said.
The way his calloused skin met yours in a tight grip sent waves of electricity throughout your system.
"Jesus..." your mouth went again as you now observed the state of his wound: deep, enflamed, near infection. "Alright, I'm going to clean it up, using some good stuff that you can buy at a drug store, which I bought from a drug store, and then wrap it up, only which I have done after putting some bacteria killing, healing gel."
You decided to talk him through everything that you were going to do, which was half rambling, half an attempt to distract him. His knees rose from the side of your bed as his legs were far too long.
"Drug store?" He questioned, watching your eyes instead of your hands.
"Yeah, we call it drug store since it's got pharmaceuticals. It also has stuffed animals and peanuts, so it's kind of strange." You commented, inching your gauze of hydrogen peroxide towards the wound, which caused him to flinch.
"I'm sorry. Just keep looking at me. Do you like um, peanuts?" Here you were being forced to converse with some dude that had just showed up in your place. He exhaled quietly at your question and movement. A few drops of the product met the surface and he continued breathing deeply.
"I love peanuts with my beef, in some specific meals." He replied slowly, lulling every syllable.
"I've never tried that," you answered. "Sounds yummy. Are you a dessert type of person or do you enjoy spicy or hearty meals?"
As you continued your process, you discovered that he loved spicy foods, used to eat them with his parents everyday, but now ate them intermittently throughout time. He never stayed any age of time permanently but he also spent weeks at most, settling himself down for at least to catch a breath.
"And you're done. There's still blood everywhere but those are just stains. Do you want some more gel or gauze for your face?" He blinked at your words, cracking a grin after a while.
"I could apply it myself, if it could relieve you of any more trouble that I have caused." He sugggested, arching a scarred eyebrow.
While he was working it on his face (after you had both equally returned all the misplaced furniture and products back into their rightful places), your record player finally turned on, blasting some Aretha Franklin.
"Excellent!" He cried out from the bathroom upon the first minute or so of the song and entered the living room where you stood.
"Good stuff, right? I always listened to her with my family. Especially when we would make the food together." Your murmured, settling upon the Hello Kitty bandaids across his face.
"Excuse me, um..." he paused, realizing he didn't know your name after what had to be an hour and a half. "It's Y/N." You assured.
"Yes, dear Y/N, what possible refreshments and nourishments do you have? I am bordering famished." Jun pouted excessively with some overarticulated hand motions.
"I've got some hot dogs, I know that for sure, and some ramen." You led him into the kitchen, reddening at the realization that you barely had anything.
"Hot dogs? I do not believe I have heard of them." He admitted naively, running a hand by the nape of his neck in embarrassment.
"Really? They're alright. I'll make you some so you can try them," you began your cooking, steaming a glance of his long figure. "Then, maybe you can kill me afterwards."
Junhui choked at your words before his quiet snickers burst into adorable cackling. The weenies crackled from the oil on your (other) skillet, breaking aroma throughout the atmosphere.
"I truly am not trying to kill you. Your stubborn belief sure is endearing. You are, pardon my frankness, too cute to kill." He continued smiling, as if his confession was a simple fact, and you mirrored his actions, reddening to Mars, as you melted into pudding internally.
"Oh, um," your mouth went dry and your hands went clammy as the chopstick in your hand hit the oil continuously instead of the meat. "Th-they're almost ready. You can sit down in the chair and not just on the table, unless you come from a time where people sit on tables to eat."
What are you saying? You scolded yourself, turning the stove off to move the food onto a farther plate.
"What are these things called again?" Junhui asked, knees hitting the roof of your table. He took a jab at the cooked hot dogs.
"Hot dogs. I can't tell you why or how, but that's what they're called." You both shared a laugh. His lips puckered constantly, pressing and parting repeatedly, perhaps in great, hidden hunger.
"Alright, so, you can put them in a bun, or bread, or something else, if you want, but I only have bread, so I'll make you the first one." Junhui nodded resolutely, licking his lips now.
"Do you have children?" He suddenly broke the silence, to which you gave him a confused glance, before returning to the food.
"No, no, I don't have kids. Why?" Your voice quieted again as you pushed some condiments for him forward.
It seemed that he had waited for you to meet his gaze because he offered that same billion-dollar, reassuring-beyond-belief grin. Beautiful.
"Your touch and efforts are motherly. You are very dear." If his caramel voice hadn't fully infatuated you, you were practically lost in him now. This had to be karma, for what, you weren't sure; you just never had good luck. Here you were, falling in love with perhaps someone a little short of an enigma (despite his great height): too good to be true.
"Thank you... thanks." Your blushing surely could not have been missed as he chuckled at your sudden inarticulation.
"You are adorable, as well." He added playfully, earning your scoff-chuckle.
"Anyway, are you ready for your hot dog, your highness?" You adopted an artifically royal accent, which softened his expression.
"How did you know I was a king once?" His voice decrescendoed with a bit of an untrusting tone. He sounded hurt.
"Oh, no, what, I didn't know that," you started stuttering. "I was just joking around. I'm sorry..."
The smoke emanating from the food dissipated slightly as did the conversation between you. What kind of time lord looked like a puppy who had been kicked around too much?
Junhui hesitated for a split second before simply elevating the food with his hands to stare at it inquisitively.
"How... how does one even consume this thing?" He looked appalled, his doe eyes shot wide with bewilderment, sending you in a fit of laughter.
"You could cut it or just simply do this." You displayed diligently, watching the awe light up his face. Jun nodded eagerly before mirroring your action.
"Mmm!" He hummed loudly, shaking his shoulders loosely like a child.
"This is absolutely delightful! I'll have another!" He thrust his hand forward to yank another fervently off the plate.
It filled you with glee to see him chew in such delight. His motions were so comical yet innocent. The certain Hello Kitty bandaid upon his cheek expanded with each munch.
Midnight had gone by, leaving you two sitting in silence at around two in the morning.
"What on Earth is that tiny, yellow thing?" He had asked as you washed the plates with your sponge.
"What's a hoodie?" He had questioned as he watched you look through your closet for something for him to wear.
You had introduced him to your phone, showing him how to take a selfie, which he mastered even though he had never seen an iPhone in his life. He played a game but had nearly tossed your phone out the window because of how often he was losing. Junhui had even looked through your books and photo books, sitting cross legged on the floor with your things spread out.
"I knew a man named Franz Kafka: strange, eccentric, but it was as if he could see the future, even though I had traveled decades before him. I never knew he would become a novelist." Jun confessed quietly, all the while you were fighting sleep on the bed.
The sun had to be coming up by now. You knew that you would have to get ready for work by a little after dawn to make it on time but the thought of returning to reality made you even more exhausted.
"Why have you not dozed off yet? Y/N, you look tired beyond belief." He noted, peering at you with observant, worried eyes. The sky was beginning to lighten from outside.
"You night murder me," you joked, leaning against the wall against your bed. "No, I just don't want to go to work. I know I should sleep but thinking about the few hours of sleep I'm going to get—"
"Then, come with me." Jun stated with the shut of your book. You blinked at him, watching the sky further change hues from behind his chestnut haired head.
"What? No way. I can't just...leave everything...can I?" He still smiled as ascended from his spot and joined you on your bed, thankfully remaining across the mattress from you.
"That's what everyone says," he whispered solemnly despite the chuckle. "You can. We could venture to yesteryear today, to tomorrow, to the day you were born, to the day Muhammad Ali won, to the middle of the Reformation era in Europe, any time, any where. My internal compass...has surges on energy. It mimics a second heart. You have helped me recover in the past few hours that would typically cause me to exhaust days at end. You have shown me the future in just the glimpse of your silhouette."
A beam of light between his pectorals seemed to glow, like the rising sun. There was no way someone like him existed, and surely there was no way time travel had existed, but here both enigmas were.
"I know it is not right of me to force you, but if you joined me and wanted to return, we would be back within the blink of an eye. Your destiny just seems aching for more, as do you." Jun nudged your foot with his elbow, stretching his thigh.
You pondered over it, knowing full well that the consequences of your actions today would effect you far more worse than the possibilities of being with Junhui, even if you knew little or nothing about him. You were a fool but something inside of you ached for something like him to come and spontaneously wreck your life in much better way than life had already screwed you over.
The sound of your alarm clock resounded as both you and Junhui ascended. He eyed you prospectively with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"With the first strike of sunlight, the energy will automatically launch me into the last century of today. The world depends on you now for an answer, Y/N. Are you willing to go with me? Are you —"
"Yeah. Yes. Yes."
He exhaled excitedly, looking down at you with a smile so big you had to roll your eyes.
"Well, it surely must have been my charm that persuaded you, huh?" He joked.
"Yeah, right. My choice was my own. So, anyway, how exactly is this going to happen?" Junhui watched the sky outside before returning his gaze to you. His shirt started illuminating from the inside out.
"I have never traveled before with anyone but as I have read in the ancient books, there should be little to no distance between us. You could simply embrace me, hold my hand, or if you have any other ideas..."
You would've laughed but his expression was dead serious.
"Don't try anything funny or it's over," you kicked some shoes on before shyly tiptoeing beside him. "I'm scared."
He gently tugged you against his side and wrapped his arm around you. His small waist greeted you warmly with his skin flush against your own.
"You’ll be alright, I promise," Junhui pressed you more into him as you both turned to face the impending sunrise. "Are you ready?"
Taking a deep breath, of all the things you had been through and all the impossibilities you were about to witness, you grinned up at his beautiful face.
"I'm ready." You said, finally venturing into the unknown, just as you were born to.
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Of Turns and Tides (Or: One Time The Doctor Was A Giant Arse About Rose's Pregnancy, and Five Times He Wasn't)
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Because I don't necessarily think Rose and the metacrisis Doctor would have any children, but if they did, I can't imagine it would go quite the way it's portrayed in The Turning of the Tide. SFW version on FF.net.
Also this fic is dedicated to @davinasgirlfriend​​, whose patience with me is a blessed fucking virtue. Go read her stuff. She's an absolute doll. <3 <3 <3
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0.
 It’s not like they weren’t careful—Rose has got her shot, after all, and honestly after everything the Cannon put her through, she’s sort of surprised everything still works in there, reproductively-speaking—but it’s just her luck that he would have some sort of Time Lord supersperm in addition to everything else.
“I’m pregnant,” she replies when he asks, in that sometimes-perfunctory way of his, how she’s doing this morning, amidst the bustle of making his tea and his toast and poring over the reports streaming into his mobile. He’s fully dressed (of course he is, bloody morning person) but Rose is still in her pyjamas (if one qualifies one of the Doctor’s tee shirts as her pyjamas, which she does), watching him as he drifts about with his eyes glued to his phone. Rose sits very still, clutching the pregnancy test, has been ever since it cheerfully gave her its diagnosis a few moments prior, and she’s trying not to think about how gross it is, really, that she’s more or less sitting at the kitchen table with a wee-stick in hand, even if it is dry by now. She reminds herself to scrub off extra hard in the bath, give everything in the kitchen a good solid wipedown later.
“How about you?” Rose asks, tapping the test nervously against her thigh.
The Doctor nods. “Good, good,” he says, in a way that very much suggests he is not listening to her even a little bit.
“I went ahead and scheduled an appointment in a couple days, to see how far along things are,” says Rose. “Maybe about seven weeks, going by my period.”
“Mm-hmm, excellent, excellent.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna have to start having regular checkups and such.”
“Uh-huh.”
“To make sure everything’s going like it should.”
“Well, naturally,” the Doctor replies, staring at his mobile.
“You know. With the pregnancy.”
“Of course.”
“Yep,” Rose says mildly, throwing up her hands. “Not every day you give birth to a lizard, after all. Did I tell you I volunteered for the lizard-mother-surrogate program in Chiswick?” 
“Mmm.”
“Yeah, it’s been in the works for a few years in this universe, human-lizard surrogacy. Big market for it over here. Mum’s had six. Pete’s in line next. Just lizards, lizards all over the place. Like Biblical-plague levels,” Rose continues, staring at him. “It’ll be toads next. I guess I should have asked which you prefer. Would you rather have a lizard or a toad in the nursery, Doctor?”
“Yes,” says the Doctor.
Sighing in frustration, Rose waits. She waits and watches the Doctor as he pulls the toast from the pan (too hot, he burns his fingers on the first try but it doesn’t stop him trying again anyway) and pours his tea (and promptly forgets about it) and removes the jam from the fridge (and promptly forgets about that as well) and shoves the unbuttered, un-jammed toast between his teeth before grabbing his coat and calling out an absentmindedly muffled “Meet you at the car!” around a mouthful of food as he darts out the front door.
The flat is, as always, very quiet without him in it.
Rose sighs again, but she only has half a moment to feel deflated before a soft squeal lets her know that the front door is opening again, slowly, this time. She looks up to see the Doctor popping back in, pulling the toast out of his mouth, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
“I’m sorry,” he says, hesitantly. “You’re what?”
Rose nods. “Pregnant, yeah.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, probably cos it’s true,” Rose replies, holding up the pregnancy test, its reading displayed on the screen for the whole world to see.
“Ah,” says the Doctor. His stare loses focus, fixed on nothing in particular.
Rose waits, forcing herself to be patient. Not to fidget.
“Well, that’s,” says the Doctor, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s. Hmm.”
Rose frowns. “Are you all right?”
“I’m—yes, of course,” the Doctor says, shaking his head and blinking just a little too fast. “Always am. You?”
“I’m a little worried about you, to be honest.”
“Oh, well, no reason to be, everything’s fine,” says the Doctor as he yanks on his coat, struggling to pull his sleeve over a fist wrapped around crumbling toast. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m perfectly all right. Why wouldn’t I be? Everything’s fine. Everything’s dandy. Fantastic. Molto bene—”
Concerned, Rose rises from the table. “Doctor—”
“Only I’m running a tad late, though, so I’ll just—I’ll hail a taxi, shall I, and let you get to HQ on your own time?” says the Doctor, backing away as he shoves the remainders of his toast directly into a coat pocket. “Sounds good to me, practical resolution, useful all around. I’ll see you at work, then, shall I?”
And with that, he takes off running out the door, before Rose can get in another word.
With a great heavy sigh, Rose tosses the pregnancy test in the bin before plonking back down at the table, shoulders slumping. She can’t say she’s surprised by his reactions; it’s all more or less what she expected, or what she would have expected, had she ever anticipated the possibility that things might fare this way. But still. She’d sort of held out hope, in the ten or so minutes since she’d seen that plus flashing across the test screen, that he would be happy. Rose has never felt that deep urgent desire to have children of her own—goodness knows she likes children, and of course she loves Tony, but becoming a mother has just never been an entry on her list of priorities—but now that the very real likelihood of having a child is staring her in the face, Rose finds she’s warming up to the idea quite quickly. The thought of building a family with the Doctor is nice. Rose is surprised by just how nice that thought feels.
It’s less nice to know that he may not feel the same way.
Shaking her head, Rose chides herself. He had a family once before, she knows, and while she may not be privy to many of the details, she’s sharp enough to know he lost them. She can only imagine the sort of scar that would leave, the sort of bone-deep hurt that would haunt a person after something like that. This is probably quite a shock to him, she reasons. He just needs a little bit of time, and space, and support, and then he’ll come around. He always does. Well, he usually does. Well, the jury’s still out on a few items. But she loves him, and he loves her, and that’s what really matters. Right? And in a few moments, Rose will finish washing up and getting ready for work, and when she shows up at UNIT, things may be a little tense and stiff with the Doctor for a little bit, but he’ll relax back into his usual self before either of them knows it. Neither of them can stay awkward or uncomfortable with the other for too long. No reason for this to be any different. But they’ll get to work in their adjacent departments and the Doctor will loosen up and Rose’s nerves will settle and then things will be fine.
Right?
(Except when Rose arrives at UNIT, the Doctor’s not there. No one’s seen him. No one’s heard from him. There’s no sign of him in UNIT at all, not for the rest of the day; texts go unanswered and calls go straight to voicemail. And when Rose returns home that evening, frustrated and bewildered and hurt, the flat is dark and empty, the Doctor nowhere to be seen.
Well. Fuck.)
 **
 Despite the low background hum of panic buzzing nonstop at the back of her brain, Rose does a marvelous job of not-vibrating-out-of-her-skin-with-anxiety during the next several days, in which the Doctor deigns to make precisely zero (0) appearances. In fact, she does such a marvelous job, it doesn’t even occur to her to jump when he bursts in on her obstetrician’s appointment without warning.
“Doctor,” Rose says amidst the sounds of Jackie’s indignant “Oi, what do you think you’re doing, barging in like that?” But the Doctor ignores them both, proceeding immediately to the nurse’s clipboard where she left it, flipping through the notes with an intensity that borders on the manic.
Rose knows she should feel relief at seeing the Doctor here, now; he may look a bit pale and wan beneath the fluorescent lights, his scruff a little longer than usual, perhaps a little less kempt, but he’s safe, he’s not injured, he didn’t get himself into some kind of stupid trouble, somehow. (Didn’t run away, didn’t just leave her here. Not that she’d ever entertained such a worry. Except when she did.) But once the tide of anxiety ebbs, Rose realizes what she feels now is mostly anger.
A lot of anger.
“And where the hell have you been, eh?” Jackie demands; in lieu of a reply, the Doctor reaches into his pocket for his spectacles, slipping them on as he pores over the nurse’s paperwork.
Rose stares stonily at the Doctor as Jackie tuts with impatience. “Hey, mister. I asked you a question—”
“Height’s off,” announces the Doctor, procuring a pen so he can write over the nurse’s notes with his own. “Too short by 2.3 millimeters. Weight’s off, too, missing a quarter-kilogram or so, they really should get their scales fixed. And the age listed doesn’t account for the disparity between time rates in your original versus current universes. Incompetent twenty-first century medicine,” he adds under his breath. “Might as well be living in the Stone Age.”
Rose’s jaw clamps so tightly she’s surprised she doesn’t crack any molars. With a huff, Jackie reaches for the clipboard, but the Doctor backs away out of reach without even looking. “Don’t they even test for Hepatitis B surface antigens in this universe?” he scoffs.
“No, cos we haven’t got any of the Hepatitises in this universe, have we?” snaps Jackie. “And none of this is any of your business anyway, not until you apologize to Rose for up and disappearing on her. How long’ve you been gone, now, without so much as a word? Three days? Four? I mean really, how could you do that to her, putting her through the wringer like that? And right after she tells you she’s pregnant, too!”
“Yes, yes, I’m very sorry,” says the Doctor absently with a dismissive wave of his hand, his gaze still fixed on the clipboard in front of him, “but we’ve got more pressing things to attend to, so let’s just go ahead and get this over with, shall we?”
“Get what over with?” asks Jackie, as Rose’s fists clench the examination table beneath her, the pleather squeaking under her fingernails. “No,” Jackie continues, pointing an accusatory finger at the Doctor. “Until you apologize to Rose—and I mean apologize properly, you daft alien twat—the only getting you’re doing is out. So send in the actual physician,” she snarls, and now her finger is jabbing toward the door, “and then get out.”
“No can do,” quips the Doctor as he darts away to rummage about in the room’s cabinet-drawers. “Your so-called actual physician’s gone home for the day—seems someone might have hacked his calendar and reassigned his last patient today to one visiting Dr. James C. Noble, a.k.a, me.”
The Doctor ignores Rose’s eyes widening in alarm and Jackie’s splutter of indignation as he pulls out a stethoscope and drapes it about his neck. “And as you know, your actual physician is booked rather full right now,” he continues, withdrawing a blood-pressure cuff and other assorted equipment. “So if you want your checkup done any time in the next three weeks, here’s your one and only opening.”
Hands balled into fists, Jackie draws a deep breath and opens her mouth to hurl forth what will be, undoubtedly, a scathing stream of insults and outrage in an eruption that would put Mount Vesuvius to shame, but she stops when Rose places a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Mum,” says Rose, with a calmness she certainly does not feel. “Would you give the Doctor and me a few moments, please?”
Jackie’s mouth clamps shut as she glances between Rose and the Doctor, lips twisting in disapproval. The Doctor either can’t meet their gazes, or he won’t. Just as well; if eyes could truly shoot daggers, Jackie would be gutting the Doctor right about now.
“Mum,” says Rose again, softly, and Jackie relaxes a little, though she’s still eyeing the Doctor with a healthy amount of disgust.
“All right, sweetheart,” says Jackie with a sniff. “But don’t let him off too easy, yeah? You let someone hurt you like that once, they’ll just keep doing it. And you deserve better than that.”
Her eyes flicker meaningfully toward Rose’s belly. “You both do,” Jackie tells her, and sweeps out of the room with a flounce and a huff.
It’s just Rose and the Doctor in the exam room, now. The quiet is loud enough to suffocate. But the Doctor still won’t look at her.
“Well, now that that’s all out of the way, shall we proceed?” says the Doctor, snapping on a pair of medical gloves as he steps briskly over to Rose. “See if we can pick up on the fetal heartbeat, take a few other readings—”
“No,” says Rose.
“—and check on your vitals,” says the Doctor, ignoring her as he plugs the stethoscope into his ears and presses the bell to her sternum, through her shirt. “Seeing as they are, you know, vital—” 
“I said no,” Rose tells him, firmly.
“—and naturally, one must always be prepared for all possibilities, like preeclampsia or fibrinogen deficiency or aortic insufficiency, for example,” the Doctor breezes on as if he didn’t hear her, shifting the stethoscope on her chest, “which reminds me, I should order an echocardiogram, just in case. Of course, there’s always the chance it won’t adequately visualize the ascending aorta—”
“Nothing’s wrong with my heart, Doctor.”
“—but even rudimentary tests are better than no test, though an echocardiogram might not be necessary after all, since the auscultation of the stethoscope combined with my superior auditory capabilities means I can probably detect and diagnose any murmurs without visual aid of any sort. However, the added strain of carrying a pregnancy to term could place undue stress on the host’s cardiac system, so one must diligently keep an eye out for any symptoms of myocardial infarction or peripartum cardiomyopathy developing in the patient’s—”
“No,” Rose shouts, smacking the Doctor’s hand away. “God, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
The Doctor’s face is pinched in discomfort and Rose realizes the smack must have been terribly loud for him, amplified greatly by the stethoscope, but she doesn’t much care right this second. Her blood is rushing in her ears and boiling in her veins and her sinuses are so full of pressure from four-days’-worth of unshed tears (because he ran away, she told him she was pregnant and he ran away, he left her, and even if he came back, it still fucking hurts) that Rose feels like her head is going to burst. 
“I’m not some bloody patient,” Rose tells the Doctor, her breathing rough and ragged, “and I’m sure as hell not a fucking host. I’m me. I’m Rose. I’m your partner.” She feels her expression harden. “Or at least I thought I was.”
The Doctor doesn’t reply, the stethoscope-bell still grasped in one hand, the ends still plugged in his ears. His face is carefully blank, now. That just makes Rose even angrier.
“You left,” she tells him. “The second things got a little serious, you left me.”
“I was only gone for ninety-three hours, Rose,” he argues softly.
“Only,” Rose scoffs. “That’s four days I haven’t heard from you, haven’t known if you were dead or alive or hurt or kidnapped or ever coming back—”
“Your faith in me is truly inspiring,” says the Doctor drily, removing the stethoscope so he can drop it on the counter. “Would you have thought any of that about the real Doctor?”
“Don’t you dare,” snaps Rose, springing up from the examination table. “We settled all that ages ago. I know who you are,” she says, jabbing a finger into his chest, “and you do too, and you are not going to drudge up a petty old row from two years back just so you can use it like a shield against me. I’m angry with you, properly angry, and I’ve got every right to be. You got that?”
The Doctor’s expression doesn’t change, except that he might purse his lips a little in frustration. “Got it,” he says tonelessly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Blinking furiously in an effort to hold back her tears, Rose draws in a deep, steadying breath. “You need to talk to me. You need to tell me what’s going on. I know you don’t want to, but you’ve got to. That’s part of what being a couple is about. That’s one of the rules. One of the biggest.”
A runaway tear rolls down her cheek and Rose angrily scrapes it off with the heel of her palm. “I might not always understand what you’re going through right away, but I’ll always listen. Cos we’re in this together. Right?”
“Yeah,” he replies, his voice clipped.
“Aren’t we?”
A pause. “Yes.”
Another tear escapes and rolls sluggishly down Rose’s cheek, leaving a cold and sticky trail in its wake. Rose doesn’t wipe it away this time, no matter how much she hates crying in front of others (no matter how much she especially hates crying in front of him). “Look at me, please,” she says, her jaw set, and slowly, the Doctor obeys, his eyes meeting hers properly for the first time in days. Only now does Rose notice the dark circles under his raw and red-rimmed eyes; god, he looks tired.
“I know you’ve probably got complicated feelings about all this,” Rose tells him, forcing the words out no matter how much they want to stick in her throat. “And that’s okay. I’m still sorting out how I feel, myself. But you can’t just run away when something’s bothering you, now. Not anymore.”
The Doctor glances away from her.
“Please just talk to me,” Rose says, willing her voice not to tremble. “Just tell me what’s going through your head. Please.”
Eyes sliding shut, the Doctor just exhales, his breath leaving his lungs with a shake. “I don’t…” he starts to say, and stops. He licks his lips nervously. He falls silent. Rose waits for him to try again.
Decades and centuries pass between them.
“I’m not sure how I feel,” the Doctor confesses quietly. “I want to be excited. I want to want this. But I just—I can’t…”
He swallows. “I’m just so afraid. And that fear is drowning out everything else.”
Rose nods, stepping closer to him. “Okay. What are you afraid of?”
The Doctor barks out a harsh laugh. “Is Everything a comprehensive enough answer for you?”
“What’s bothering you, specifically?”
“Really, I should’ve known better, taken better precautions,” the Doctor mutters, more to himself than her, Rose suspects. “I can’t let my guard down, not for anything, not ever. I promised myself I’d never go through any of this ever again. Never again. I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Any of what?” Rose asks patiently.
“Having a family,” the Doctor replies, the words almost choked, like he’s wrenched them out of his chest. “Being a father.”
“You’re afraid of losing your family again.”
“Of course I am,” the Doctor says brokenly. His hands push beneath his specs to rub at his eyes. “Can you really blame me?”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“What difference would it make?”
“Because you’re acting like this is something you’ve got to face all on your own, but you don’t,” Rose tells him stubbornly. “I don’t just need you right now, Doctor. You need me, too.”
The Doctor opens his mouth like he might protest, but Rose doesn’t give him a chance. “You said you want to be excited,” Rose tells him. “Just a minute ago, you said you want to want this. If you take the fear away—easier said than done, I know, but bear with me—how do you feel, underneath all that? Be honest, please. What do you feel when you think of me being pregnant? When you think of us having a family?”
“It isn’t exactly us, though, is it?” the Doctor says, pushing a hand through his hair. “It’d be your body doing all the work. I haven’t got any right to tell you what to do with your body.”
“True,” says Rose, as the ghost of a smile threatens to quirk the corner of her mouth. “But you’re not telling me. I’m asking you.”
She pokes his chest again, halfheartedly this time. “Don’t get used to it.”
The Doctor flashes a weak half-smile her way. “I don’t know, Rose,” he says, and the smile fades like it was never there. “Honestly, it shouldn’t even be possible. It never really occurred to me that this might happen, because it isn’t supposed to. It can’t. Time Lords haven’t reproduced like this for eons. The human DNA shouldn’t be enough to override that basic programming, shouldn’t have been enough to render me anything but functionally sterile.”
He sighs, raking his hands through his hair. “I don’t know. If things were different—if we knew more about the embryonic genetic makeup, if I’d read up more on human-Time Lord crossbreeding when I had the chance, if the TARDIS were full-grown and we had access to anything more advanced than twenty-first century medical equipment, if I felt like I could trust the physicians here properly, if the infant-mother mortality rate wasn’t what it is in this day and age—though I suppose at least we’re not in America, can you imagine?—then I might...”
Shaking his head, he grunts in frustration. “But then I start thinking about how defenseless you’ll be, especially in the later months, and as soon as word gets out, who knows what sort of attention that might attract, everything from overeager paparazzi to potential kidnappers to opportunistic extraterrestrials looking to make a quick buck harvesting rare hybrid children—and that doesn’t take into account anything that could happen to either of you after you’ve given birth, there’s just so much out there that could hurt you, our life together is just so hectic and so dangerous and so much, but even removing those factors from the equation there’s still plenty that’s ready and waiting to kill you right in your own home, and—there are just so many confounding factors, Rose, so many unknown variables, literally anything could happen, and I might not be able to stop any of it, not anymore. And that’s just for the stuff I’m not actively screwing up all on my own—”
“Fine, so don’t go swanning off for days on end next time something freaks you out,” Rose bites back. “That’s half the battle right there.”
“Rose, you’re not hearing me—”
“Yes, I am,” Rose retorts. “You’re scared. Of course you are. I’m scared, too. Anyone with half a brain cell is going to be at least a little bit scared over something like this. So you acknowledge that you can’t control everything, make plans where you can, and learn to roll with the punches where you can’t. You don’t fucking desert the person you said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.”
“But I just needed a bit of time, Rose, I never meant—” 
“It doesn’t matter if you meant for it to feel like that or not,” Rose snaps back. “That’s how it felt, Doctor. It was like you left me, after telling me you never would again. After you promised. And it hurt.”
The Doctor doesn’t reply to that, just watches her, mouth working like he wants to argue, but the words won’t cooperate. Tears start welling up again in Rose’s eyes, fat and blurry and thick; the Doctor seems to crumple a little at the sight.
“What if I lose you again?” he asks, defeated. “What if something happens, and I lose you both?”
“I don’t know,” Rose tells him honestly. “But we’re safer together, aren’t we? And better together, too.”
At that, something in the Doctor seems to give way. “Yes,” he agrees, his voice hoarse, his face as open and vulnerable as Rose has ever seen it. “I’m sorry,” he adds.
When Rose can’t make any words come out, too busy fighting back tears, whatever resistance remains in the Doctor seems to drain away and he reaches out to pull her close, wrapping his arms around her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear. “I’m sorry,” he tells her, tightening his hug when Rose starts to shake, unable to staunch the flow of tears any longer. “I’m sorry,” he says again over the sounds of her sobs, muffled against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he repeats, over and over, holding her tight while she cries into his shirt. “I won’t leave again. Ever again. I won’t. We’re in this together. I promise,” the Doctor tells her, holding her close. “I’m sorry, Rose.”
Rose clings to him even harder as she cries.
 **
 They’re both exhausted by the time they climb into bed later that evening (later, but still early, for them), but that doesn’t stop Rose from turning in the Doctor’s arms to press a hungry kiss to his mouth. It’s a claim that leaves no room for question, and even though Rose knows he wants to—We don’t have to, I’ve been an idiot, I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you; she’s heard it all before after a row and she’ll likely hear it all again—the Doctor doesn’t argue. Not this time. This time he meets her kisses in kind, urging her mouth open with his and grabbing her by the chin so he can take bruising control of the kiss.
Relief surges through Rose as he kisses her fiercely, clutching her close. Looks like she’s not the only one who’s starved for comfort tonight.
The Doctor breaks away so he can press a searing-hot kiss to Rose’s jaw, her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. Kissing a line down to her navel, the Doctor hooks his fingers in the waistband of her pants and pulls them off, discarding them; a familiar ache swells between Rose’s legs at the sight of him between her thighs, and she slickens at the sensation of his tongue darting out to taste her, but as delicious as that sounds (and as good as it feels, fuck), it isn’t what she wants right now, isn’t what she needs. She urges him back upward so she can feel the reassuring weight of him pressing against her, his cock stiffening between them, his heart hammering against hers.
They don’t always have time to take their clothes off before sex—two years on, and sometimes the need is still so urgent, they’re too impatient to remove anything but the barest essentials—but tonight the Doctor pulls off his boxer briefs and Rose pulls off his tee shirt and they work together to untangle her from her sleep-shirt and it’s such a fucking relief when they slide together, skin-to-skin, Rose’s nipples scraping sharply against his chest, that Rose can’t help but hum in satisfaction. She needs to feel him, needs to feel all of him, her tongue plunging into his mouth as she wraps a hand around his cock and strokes him hard. He pants against her lips and leans his weight to one side so he can slide a hand between them, his fingers plunging slickly inside her as she grinds her clit against the heel of his palm. It’s only a few moments before Rose is urging his cock inside, wrapping her thighs around his waist and arching needfully upward. She doesn’t give either of them time to adjust, but immediately rocks against him, clenching and rutting and clutching at his back as he thrusts into her, swearing under his breath. It doesn’t take long for the climax to start building low in Rose’s belly so she reaches down between them, intent on urging the Doctor along, but he grabs her hand and pins it to the mattress, her fingers gripped tight and slick between his as she comes with a shout and he follows shortly after.
If there’s something a little desperate in his touch tonight, neither of them mentions it.
 ***
 1.
 After several days and many many hugs and kisses and apologies and promises and two lush bouquets (picked and purchased by the Doctor, one for Rose (for obvious reasons) and one for Jackie (lest she slap him back into the other universe)), Rose is leaving the obstetrician’s office once again, this time having attended a full and proper appointment (also negotiated by the Doctor, as part of his ongoing penance). But this time, when Rose leaves, she’s armed with a series of diagnostics (all of them proclaiming the absolute normalcy of this pregnancy, no matter how the Doctor scrutinizes them) and a couple of recommendations (to up her iron intake, among other things), and her mother is only glaring at the Doctor the usual amount (which is to say, about 25% of the time). With Jackie in the lead, Rose and the Doctor lingering a few steps behind, Rose isn’t half-tempted to make a joke about the Doctor maintaining minimum safe distance from her mum after the events of the other day, but she knows it’s less about that, and more about how aggressively excited Jackie has allowed herself to become, now that the Doctor’s stopped being a giant prat.
(Excited might be an understatement.)
“Oh, sweetheart. This is all so brilliant. I’m so happy for you,” Jackie squeals over her shoulder at Rose, beaming through sparkling tears that threaten to fall and ruin her makeup. “You’re gonna make such a good mum, I just know it! It’s gonna come to you so natural. Well, I mean, there’s books and things to help out with all of that, and they’re good and all, but it’s about instinct, too, and you’ve got that in spades.
“And I absolutely can’t wait to start buying you things. Are you gonna ask about the sex? No, you don’t care about that,” Jackie says dismissively before either Rose or the Doctor has a chance to reply, which is just as well, as this conversation hasn’t actually involved anyone besides Jackie for some time now. “Oh, I do hope the little one likes girly things, though,” she continues. “Lord knows I love your brother, but he’s a bit rough-and-tumble, isn’t he, and I sort of miss all the ruffles and princess things. Don’t get me wrong, he loves a good princess movie just like you did, got all the dolls and stuff, but he’s not much on the dressing-up, and I would just adore the chance to buy some cute little dresses again, and, oh my goodness, Rose, I just can’t believe it, I’m gonna be a grandmum, you’re gonna have a baby—”
Jackie rounds the corner ahead and Rose is surprised to feel a tug on her hand the second Jackie disappears from sight. It’s the Doctor, of course, pulling her back toward him, but when Rose turns to look at him, a question hovering on her lips, he just pulls her gently forward so he can wrap his arms around her, trapping her in a snug embrace.
Her heart pounds in her chest, but not unpleasantly. Emotion swells in her throat as her arms wind back around him, fists clenching in his shirt. His arms tighten around her, almost uncomfortably so. Rose feels rather than hears his breath leaving him, long and slow and measured and just short of reverent. Like a man in prayer. After a moment, he spreads a hand between them, palm over her belly, like it’s just now occurring to him exactly what’s happening, what they’ve started together here, the sheer enormity of it all. He plants a kiss against her head, burying his face in her hair after. Rose tries to remember if she’s ever seen him act quite so tender as this, before.
The moment is over almost as quickly as it begins; soon enough the Doctor is springing away and tugging Rose along by the hand, propelling the two of them toward Jackie, like nothing just happened. But when Rose squeezes his hand (in comfort or solidarity or reassurance; she’s not sure and she’s not sure it matters anyway), he squeezes back, tightly.
“...and oh, do you remember that little garden dress you had once upon a time, the pink gingham with the roses, and the little white patent shoes?” Jackie is saying now, as she waits for the lift in front of them. “You were a vision, Rose. An absolute vision. All the other mums thought so. You were such a pretty little girl. A pretty baby, too. You know how some babies are ugly but no one talks about it? Sort of look like creepy little Gollum types? Well that weren’t you, to be sure. And just look at you now, you’re already glowing and everything, did you know that?” she asks, glancing back at Rose once again with a smile. “Pregnancy’ll do wonders for your skin. Did for me, anyway. Beverly wasn’t so lucky—d’you remember how she puffed up like a walrus, got the eczema all over? Not you, though. You look like one of them Renaissance paintings. Or like an angel, even!”
“Oh my god, Mum,” Rose laughs. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, someone’s got to say the cheesy things. Lord knows he won’t,” says Jackie, fixing the Doctor with a meaningful stare.
“I’m just waiting for the right moment,” the Doctor replies pleasantly. “As, for instance, the half-second you stop talking long enough to draw breath.”
Jackie flashes a dirty look his way and Rose laughs.
 ***
 2. 
 Everything is proceeding normally for a standard human pregnancy (almost painfully normally, really, even as the Doctor checks and double-checks and triple-checks everything from Rose’s sodium levels to the babyproof latches he’s already installed on all of the cabinet doors to the ambient temperature in each and every room Rose enters because You’re basically a greenhouse, Rose, a greenhouse growing a person instead of plants, and everyone knows greenhouses have to be kept at the optimum temperature in order to flourish), right up to the first day Rose notices her belly, by way of trying to fasten her trousers over it. They do not, of course, fasten, because see above, re: belly.
“Welp,” she says, slouching into the nursery with a sigh. It really is a lovely nursery, if a bit yellow, but the Doctor has insisted that yellow is the optimum color for budding baby TARDISes and larval humans, and this is a hill Rose is perfectly content to not-die-on. “I’m officially getting fat,” Rose announces.
The Doctor tuts in disapproval but doesn’t look up from his task, carefully pruning wayward growths on the TARDIS coral in front of him. “Three additional kilograms hardly qualifies as getting fat,” he says mildly, “although even if it did, and even if you were, it wouldn’t be cause for concern unless there was a non-pregnancy-related underlying health condition we needed to address.”
“Just the condition of my fat,” Rose replies cheerfully.
The Doctor spares his focus just long enough to roll his eyes, the motion even more comical and exaggerated than usual thanks to his work-goggles. “You’re incubating a whole entire person inside of your person, Rose. That’s bound to put on some extra weight on you, even before you start taking into account things like fluid retention and nutrient stores.”
“Fluid retention and nutrient stores. Way to pique a girl’s appetite,” teases Rose.
“Now that you mention it, I am a bit peckish, myself,” the Doctor admits as he works. “What are you thinking? Takeaway? Pizza? Your mum’s fish pie is in the fridge but I’m not certain that qualifies as food so much as kindling.”
Rose chuckles a little. “You really don’t mind?” she asks, scuffing a bare foot restlessly over the floor.
“Not at all. Getting rid of that pie would be doing the world a favor.”
“No,” Rose laughs, the sound more genuine this time. “Not that.”
“What, then?”
“You know. That I’m gonna get all…”
The Doctor piques an eyebrow in suspicion, and rather than risk another lecture by uttering the word aloud, Rose finishes her sentence in pantomime, outlining a large belly in front of her. He stares at her blankly in response, eyes blinking owlishly behind their protective goggles.
Rose sighs. “I’m gonna get big, Doctor,” she says. “Like a big belly. Maybe really big.”
He nods. “Probably. Your point?”
Suddenly unable to look him in the eye, Rose focuses on her foot instead, tracing invisible patterns over the floor. “Just, you know,” she says softly. “Other blokes haven’t cared for it all that much, when I gain weight.”
“That’s because other blokes are idiots,” the Doctor announces, all smiles and bouncy cheer. “Fortunately you’re not stuck in this with any of them,” he continues, pulling off his goggles. “You’re stuck in this with me. And I happen to have very correct opinions about that sort of thing.”
“Oh, yeah?” Rose laughs, something loosening in her shoulders, the release of tension she wasn’t even aware was there.
“Oh, yes,” he says, sauntering over to Rose with his hands shoved lazily in his pockets. “All excellent opinions, each and every one of them. Many of them even backed up by science!”
Rose grins at him. “And when my belly gets so big that I can’t tie my own shoes anymore, or shave my legs?”
“Then we’ll just have to get you shoes that don’t need tying, won’t we? Or I’ll tie them for you. And a hairy leg or two never hurt anyone, but if it would make you feel better, I can always shave your legs.”
“Really?”
He shrugs again. “Really. How hard can it be?”
Shaking her head, her grin broadening until she can’t take it anymore, Rose pushes up on her toes to plant a kiss on his lips. The Doctor lets out a happy little hum against her mouth and his hands leave his pockets to grasp her by the hips, his thumbs tracing a path to the front of her waistband, where the zipper-teeth won’t quite meet and the button only barely won’t latch.
“Yeah,” says Rose, glancing downward. “I’m gonna need new trousers soon.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I quite like them like this,” replies the Doctor, pulling the zipper down until the top of her pants peeks out. “It’s like a little preview.”
“Cad,” Rose teases.
“You’re not wrong,” the Doctor says thoughtfully, before looking back up at her, his eyes full of mischief. “I am, for instance, thinking about how much better your trousers would look on the floor.”
“Oh, yeah?” Rose asks, a shy smile blossoming across her face. His grin, by contrast, is long and slow and wicked, like a bolt of liquid warmth sent straight between Rose’s thighs.
“Oh, yes,” says the Doctor, and he kisses her.
It’s really a very convincing argument.
 ***
 3.
 Roughly twenty weeks in, and really, Rose can put up with most of this nonsense—granted, the dizziness isn’t fun, the headaches aren’t enjoyable either, the ever-swelling belly makes dressing for the day officially A Challenge™, the heartburn is bordering on intolerable, the morning sickness is more of an any-part-of-the-day sickness, and the leg cramps are no walk in the park either (although a walk in the park does at least help a little)—but what she really can’t stand are these intermittent bursts of bloody awful hormones. 
“What’s wrong?” the Doctor asks in alarm the moment she steps through the front door, sniffling and snuffling and trying to hide her tears and her gross blotchy face from the Doctor and doing it very, very badly. “Rose? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she sniffles as she shucks her boots, fully aware of how pathetic she sounds, and hating herself for it. 
“Are you sure?” asks the Doctor, his face pinched in concern. 
“Yes,” she grumbles, but the Doctor doesn’t seem convinced.
“Are you, though?” he presses, following her as she slumps her way into the kitchen, lowering herself into a dining-room chair. “You’ve been crying. That indicates distress. You’re not hurt, are you? You’re not injured? You’re not sick?”
“I’m fine,” Rose mutters again.
“Are you certain? How’s your temperature? When did you last eat? What did you last eat? You didn’t ingest any deli meat or sushi or come into contact with any cat litter or anything else potentially carrying toxoplasmosis? Are you experiencing any unusual aches or pains? Fluctuations in heartrate? Changes in vaginal discharge—?”
“I said I’m fine!” Rose snaps at him.
The Doctor’s eyes widen, but he stops talking, stops fretting. “Right, you did,” he says quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He steps back and away, his face carefully blank. “Sorry.”
Guilt crashes into Rose like a freight train and just like that, the tears start welling up in her eyes again. “No, I’m sorry,” she says, lower lip trembling, voice watery. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m sorry. I just…” she tries to say, and cuts herself off with a sniffle. “I just…”
The Doctor watches her from a safe distance. “Do you need to talk about it?”
“No. I don’t know. It’s just—god, it’s just stupid stuff, but it’s like my brain is going absolutely mad over it,” Rose blurts out. “Just stuff like, they were working on the lift, so I had to use the stairs, and I spilled my tea on the way back down, spilled it all over my shirt—” and she gestures at the front of her blouse, which is indeed no longer pale pink, but now light brown with the ghosts of teastains past— “and that was right before we had that big meeting with Ripley’s team and the French delegates, and I didn’t have anything else to change into, so I had to go in to this big important meeting looking like a total nightmare, and the meeting went on for so fucking long, it was hours, I had to get up to wee like five times.”
She absentmindedly rubs her growing belly-bump, trying to calm herself. “I really liked this shirt,” she continues, sniffling. “One of the only maternity shirts that doesn’t just look like a horrid flowery muumuu. S’like, you get pregnant, and you’re not allowed to try to look pretty any more. You’ve served your purpose, you’re not a woman anymore, now you’re just a whale on a one-way-train to Frumpy Town. Not like I care what other people think but I still want to look in the mirror and be happy with what I see, you know? And god, the taxi smelled so badly of smoke I thought I was going to vomit. That sort of thing never used to bother me, but so many smells do, these days. And I’m a puffy horrid mess, and my hair’s doing funny things, and everything aches, and I know nothing’s wrong, not really, but sometimes it’s like there’s this high-pitched squeal in my head screaming that everything’s bad and awful and scary all the time but I can’t take my anxiety meds anymore cos of the pregnancy—and—and—”
She can feel her face crumpling with effort, straining not to burst into the world’s ugliest wettest snottiest tears right now. “—and I just remembered I ate the last of the raspberry lollies last night,” she says plaintively, her mouth twisting in abject misery. “So we’re out.”
“No, we’re not.”
Rose hiccups, thumbing tears off her cheeks. “What?” she asks thickly.
“We’re not out,” says the Doctor, gesturing to the fridge. “I picked some up on my way home.”
Blinking rapidly, Rose bites her lower lip, hardly daring to hope. “Really?”
“Yeah. I thought you might like a lolly or two after dinner, so I made a stop.” He walks over to the refrigerator, pulls open the freezer door, and plucks out a lolly, extending it her way. “D’you want one now?”
Now Rose’s eyes are filling with tears for a completely different reason, her vision growing suddenly blurry and wet as she fights back the pressure with a sob. Through the haze, she can just barely make out the worry spreading across the Doctor’s face.
“Rose?” he asks, panicked, like he’s afraid he’s done something wrong.
“I love you,” bursts out of Rose’s mouth. She launches herself out of the chair and toward the Doctor, snatching the lolly out of his hand and ripping off its plastic wrapping so she can take a huge bite. And oh—
Oh.
Oh god, it’s good.
The scent of sweet raspberry hits her nostrils, first, with an ice-cold bite that predicts the joys to come. She bites into the treat and her eyes shutter at the delicious tartness of the juices, the cold of the ice, the satisfying crunch-slush of it all. Sweet and tart and cold all sing a delightful harmony in her mouth, washing away the dregs of the unhappy world outside, soothing her aches and pains, painting her mind with calm. Another bite floods her veins with sugary pleasure and cool relief in equal turns, and Rose chokes back tears of pure, unfettered joy. 
“I love you so much,” she sobs.
“Just to be clear,” says the Doctor, a small smile spreading wryly over his face. “Are you talking to the lolly right now, or me?”
“Yes,” says Rose, before taking another bite.
 ***
 4. 
 She doesn’t know if she’s ever seen his eyes grow so comically wide before.
“No,” he chokes out amidst the sirens wailing all around them, waving smoke out of his eyes as he heaves himself up from the debris-strewn floor. “Rose, you shouldn’t have—”
“What?” Rose shoots back, hoisting the giant gun high on her hip. “Come to save your skinny arse?”
“You shouldn’t have risked yourself for me!” the Doctor snaps. “Especially right now!”
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have surrendered yourself to hostile forces, so I guess neither of us got what we wanted, huh?”
The Doctor glares at her. “I did what I had to! You, on the other hand—”
“Look, can we argue about all this later?” Rose interrupts, rolling her eyes. She gestures to the door behind her (rather, the “door” she just forcefully improvised thanks to a blast from her giant gun). “My back’s starting to hurt,” she complains.
“Which is precisely why you should have stayed put!” the Doctor retorts, anxiously running his hands through his hair. “I told you this would happen, Rose. I told you people would come after you and the baby—!”
“So what, you decide to offer yourself up instead? Without even talking to me about it?”
“Yes!” he shouts, glaring as he stands over her. “I will do whatever I have to if it keeps you safe, and I don’t require your approval and I sure as hell don’t require your permission! Do you underst—”
An explosion rocks the ship, knocking the Doctor flat against the wall behind him. Her belly big and heavy as it is, Rose’s low center of gravity keeps her pretty well-grounded; she doesn’t budge.
“Right,” she says, as nonchalantly as she can while the ship burns and shakes all around them, “d’you want to keep arguing, or would you maybe like to escape the burning spaceship with your very, very pregnant girlfriend?”
He’s still glaring at her, but there’s a smile threatening to tug at the corner of his mouth now. “Fine,” he says grudgingly, pushing off the wall. “But only because you’re very compelling at eight months pregnant, with a giant weapon.”
Rose laughs, swiveling the gun out of the way so she can plant a hard kiss against the Doctor’s lips. He tastes like soot and dirt and sweat and god, she’s so glad he’s all right. That he’s going to be safe, soon. With her.
“I love you too,” she says, and she grabs his hand, and they run.
 ***
 5. 
 It isn’t like they show it in the movies—or it isn’t quite like that, rather. It takes so much longer, and it’s so much messier, and it’s loud and then quiet and frantic and then calm and there’s sweat and blood and pain but there’s elation, too, even before the nurses place the baby in her arms. It’s all compounded when Rose looks down, seeing her child for the first time, all red in the cheeks, ten little coiled fingers and ten little pruny toes and eyes screwed shut and mouth crying out against the harsh light and sound of this strange new world. Rose holds the wailing baby close and her heart swells so much she’s almost surprised her ribcage isn’t cracked from the force of it.
Tutting through her happy tears, Jackie rubs the baby’s back, murmuring words of reassurance, much like she has been throughout the last several hours. Not for the first time, Rose is immensely grateful for her mother’s attention and support. Jackie was surprisingly calm throughout the entire ordeal. She’s surprisingly soft, now, in a way Rose isn’t sure she’s ever seen her before. Being a grandmother suits her, Rose thinks.
Slowly, the baby quiets and relaxes, heavy and solid against Rose’s chest. She smiles. It’s almost too much to bear, all the love that fills her at the sight of this child. She wonders if the Doctor will feel the same way.
(She is not upset that he’s late. He’s been doing so much better about all this sort of thing these last few months; he wouldn’t miss this without a good reason. It’s simply a matter of when he arrives, she tells herself. When. Not if.)
Rose has half-started dozing off when she finally hears his voice.
“Where is she?” his voice echoes loudly in the hall outside. “Is she all right? Did I miss it? Did—”
The door swings open and there stands the Doctor, mouth open and hair mussed and clothes totally disheveled. Rose watches as he frantically takes it all in—the hospital bed, Rose in the hospital bed, Rose in the hospital bed with a tiny new baby slumbering heavily in her arms.
“You’re here,” Rose says, smiling, her voice dreamy and soft.
The Doctor’s mouth closes and his throat constricts, Adam’s apple bobbing with emotion. His eyes flicker up to Rose’s, and he’s sorry, he’s so sorry, she can see it written across his face as plain as day—but he doesn’t seem able to push the words out. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, nervous and unsure.
Next to the bed, Jackie pats Rose’s hand. “I’ll leave you two to it, shall I?” she says, kissing Rose’s forehead before she rises. On her way out the door, she stops long enough to give the Doctor a quick hug, pecking him on the cheek for good measure afterward. “Congratulations, dad,” she says, her voice fond.
The Doctor can’t seem to respond, can’t even seem to move, his feet glued to their spot on the floor for several long seconds after Jackie leaves. His gaze lingers on the baby, like he’s not quite sure what he’s seeing, somehow, or maybe he just can’t believe it.
“Come on in,” Rose teases. “Stay a while.”
Shaking himself, the Doctor starts. “Rose, I’m so sorry,” he rushes. “I had to deal with these people, these bloody water pirates, and they had all these warships and I met this robot worm and he knew who I was somehow and I got dropped in the ocean and I lost my mobile and I had to steal a boat and I might’ve shot a pirate in the foot and—”
“Doctor?” says Rose, patiently.
“Yes?”
“Tell me about it later?”
“Of course.” He grimaces. “Rose, I really am sorry.”
“I know.” She smiles. “It’s all right.”
“It’s not, though. I should have been here.”
Her heart breaks for him a little. “You should have been out saving the world,” Rose tells him gently.
He looks very much like he doesn’t believe her.
“You didn’t miss much, anyway,” Rose adds. “Just the gross stuff. I actually don’t mind you missing that bit, don’t much fancy you seeing me bleeding everywhere or pooing the bed.”
“Are you all right?” the Doctor asks, pushing a hand anxiously through his hair, which only serves to muss it even further.
Rose nods. “They gave me drugs for the pain. I think it’s the loveliest I’ve ever felt.”
The Doctor laughs humorlessly. “But overall, you’re all right?”
“Yeah, Doctor. I’m fine. I’m gonna be sore for a while. But I’m okay. Really.”
“Okay. Okay. Good. And—”
The Doctor swallows hard, his gaze flickering between Rose and the baby. “And, the child...?”
“Also fine. Would probably like to be called something besides the child, though.”
Relaxing a little, the Doctor laughs again and the sound has a little more warmth this time. “I seem to recall that I generated a good deal of names, only for each of them to be shot down,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s got to be something people can pronounce. Human people,” Rose adds before the Doctor can interject. “From Earth. In this century.”
“Cassiopeia’s a perfectly pronounceable name!”
“It’s a mouthful,” Rose laughs.
“And it lends itself very well to diminutives. Cassie, Cass, Cas,” the Doctor continues, counting off a finger for each. “Peia. Cassio.”
“Whatever. Just shut up and get over here, yeah?”
The Doctor smiles. “Yeah,” he says, and he bridges the distance between them, dipping down so he can frame Rose’s face in his hands and pull her in for a kiss. It’s only a little desperate, his hold on her, the slight tremor in his hands; Rose answers by pouring as much love and reassurance into the kiss as she possibly can.
She’s surprised to realize she’s shaking just a little, herself.
After a moment, the Doctor breaks the kiss, one hand cradling the back of her head, his forehead pressed to hers. “I really am sorry,” he says softly.
Nodding, Rose thinks that this would be a good time to reassure him again, let him know he’s forgiven, that what really matters is he’s here now, and he keeps being here. That she knows he needs her, and that’s all right. She needs him, too.
“Hold me?” she says instead, her voice small.
Wordlessly, the Doctor shifts back, lowering the siderail of the bed. Rose expects him to simply lean over the side for a little half-cuddle and is pleasantly surprised when he toes off his shoes and clambers into the bed with her instead, propping himself up on one arm so he can snuggle up against her side, pressing fully against her. The weight of him next to her is comforting, soothing any residual uncertainty or anxiety that might have been lurking in the corners of her mind, and Rose nestles into him gratefully, relishing his solid warmth. She watches him as he reaches out, almost hesitantly, to touch the baby sleeping on her chest, safe and snug between them both.
He gently strokes the baby’s head, his face alight with a quiet wonder, not unlike the expression he wears when stepping onto the surface of a new planet for the first time, Rose thinks. But his gaze is so much tenderer than she ever saw it, any of those times. Soft and open and a little afraid but still so, so full of wonder and awe.
God, she loves him so much.
“You almost forget how small they are,” the Doctor says softly, reaching down to one of the baby’s hands, inspecting five little tight-coiled fingers. “Can you believe all the potential packed inside that tiny little body?”
“It’s pretty incredible,” Rose agrees.
If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was blinking tears out of his eyes as he turns to bury his face in her hair. “You’re incredible,” he says, his voice thick.
Happy contentedness fills Rose’s head like a candyfloss-cloud. “You’re not so bad, yourself,” she says sleepily, and the Doctor chuckles, wiping his eyes.
He loops his arm around her and the baby both, holding them close. He’s unusually quiet as he watches the baby sleep, and Rose wonders if his thoughts are anything to match. Maybe he’s cataloguing everything about their child, about the downy-soft head and warm red cheeks and little button nose, filing every detail away in that massive memory of his, his mind already racing with revelations about the past, how they’ll inform plans and ideas for the future. Or maybe he’s just allowing himself to be present, for once, in the here and the now, with Rose and the baby, no ghosts or worries or unspoken nightmares haunting him for just a handful of moments. Maybe he’s allowing himself these rare few minutes of quiet calm, before the world starts spinning again.
“How long are you gonna stay with us?” Rose murmurs sleepily, and the Doctor’s hold on her tightens.
“Forever,” he says.
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