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Warnings: anxiety, academic stress, disordered eating patterns, medical emergency
Summary: After the events at the party, you're still trying to outrun the thing you can't outrun. Garrett is being so careful with you it's making everything worse. Then your body decides it's done waiting for you to ask for help.
Part 1
Author's Note: The response to the first part was soooo fun!! I'm glad everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Here is more Dean as bestie and Garrett as husband <3. This should also serve as your reminder to take care of yourself and have a snack goddammit! Also sorry if you wanted something happy from this chapter, that is not my brand. I literally only know how to write angst sooooo.....
Four days and one brutal hangover later, you were fine.
You were completely, totally, absolutely fine.
You were fine in the way that meant you'd gotten very good at performing fine, which was a skill you'd apparently had your whole life and had only recently begun to notice the cost of.
You were fine when Garrett texted you good morning with a photo of the dining hall's sad Tuesday breakfast spread. You were fine when Hannah checked in and you told her you were doing better. You were fine sitting in your 8 AM lecture not eating anything because you'd woken up twenty minutes late and told yourself you'd grab something after, and then after came and went, and now it was 11 and you were on your third coffee and the granola bar at the bottom of your bag had been there since Thursday.
The grade calculator was still open in a tab you kept minimizing and reopening. You knew the numbers by heart at this point, which maybe meant you should stop running them, but you kept running them anyway.
The bad exams - the ones you'd told yourself were just a rough patch, just a bad week, just temporary - hadn't been temporary. They'd compounded. Missed readings had turned into missed concepts had turned into two midterms where you'd sat in the exam room and felt the material slide sideways out of your grasp. The grades had come back and they were bad, and then the next ones had come back and they were worse.
You weren't on academic probation. Not yet. If your GPA slipped any lower - if you didn't ace everything left - then you would be.
You didn't let yourself think about it in full. You just ran the numbers. Over and over. You minimized the tab and reopened it and ran the numbers again.
You were, currently, on your third coffee and had eaten half a granola bar since yesterday afternoon.
Fine, you thought, clicking to a new tab. Absolutely fine.
---
You'd been in the library for four hours when Garrett found you.
You hadn't told him you were here. You'd silenced your phone at noon and tucked it face-down under your notebook, which you told yourself was for focus. The other part was that every time he texted you something sweet and normal, some small affectionate thing that cost him nothing, you felt the guilt accumulate in your chest.
He was being so careful. You could feel him being careful, the slightly-more-frequent check-ins, the way he phrased things as just wanted to say hi instead of how are you, giving you room without making it a production.
It was making you want to disappear.
So you were in the library, third floor, the section nobody used because it was all periodicals from 2003. Your notes were spread across most of the table. The grade calculator was open again. You'd been staring at it for twenty minutes without actually doing anything.
You didn't hear him until he was right there.
He didn't say anything. He just slid a paper bag onto the corner of the table - Malone's, your usual order - and sat down in the chair beside you like he'd been planning to be there all along.
You stared at the bag. Then at him.
He was already looking at his phone, one leg stretched out, the other pressed against yours under the table.
"How did you know I was here?"
"You have a library card tap on your student account." He didn't look up. "Hannah mentioned you'd gone out this morning."
"You're not supposed to be able to see that."
"I'm not." A pause. "Eat your wrap."
You looked at the bag. Your stomach did something complicated — hunger, shame, guilt — and you pulled it toward you without saying anything else.
The wrap was warm. You ate half of it before you remembered you'd been starving, and then ate the rest faster, and when you looked up Garrett still hadn't looked away from his phone.
He had, you noticed, the smallest smile.
You looked back at your notes. Minimized the grade calculator. Reopened it. Closed it for real this time.
For a while there was nothing but the quiet of the third floor and the scratch of your pen and the occasional scroll-sound from his phone, his leg steady and warm against yours.
It was the nicest thing anyone had done for you in weeks and it was also, quietly, eating you up inside.
You pulled your notes closer and tried to focus.
At some point - twenty minutes later, maybe thirty - you felt him shift, and then his chin was briefly at your shoulder as he looked at the page.
"Is that even English?"
You laughed.
It came out before you could stop it, and you put your hand over your mouth like you could take it back, and when you looked at him he was already looking back at his phone. The small smile still there.
"It's organic chemistry," you said.
"That's not what I asked."
"Garrett."
"I'm just saying. That looks like a cry for help written in highlighter."
"There's a color system."
He looked at the page again, at the four different colors of highlighting, at the margin notes that had started running up the sides because you'd run out of room. "Babe." He said it gently. "There are six colors."
"The orange is a subsystem."
He looked at you.
You looked at him.
"Okay," he said, in the voice of someone who had decided to love you exactly as you were, chaos color-coding and all, and went back to his phone.
He stayed for two hours. He didn't ask you what was wrong. He didn't ask why your phone was face-down or why you'd been in the library since noon or what the numbers on the top of the page meant - the ones you'd circled in red, the grades, the running average that kept coming out the same no matter how many times you recalculated it. He just stayed, leg resting against yours.
You thought about the grade calculator. About four weeks and what it would mean if you couldn't fix it all.
You pressed your knee harder against his, and he pressed back without looking up, and you didn't say any of it. You just worked. And he stayed.
When you finally packed up your notes - eyes burning from the hours of reading - he walked you back to your dorm with his hand warm around yours, and at your door he kissed you once, soft and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.
"Get some sleep," he said, against your hair.
"I'm fine," you said, automatically.
He pulled back just enough to look at you. The look that said I know and I'm not going to push.
"Sleep," he said again, soft. And let you go.
You leaned against your closed door for a long time after.
---
Three days later, on a Thursday, you went to the hockey house to pick up Garrett and ended up waiting in the living room because he'd texted five more minutes roughly twenty minutes ago.
You sat on the couch with your laptop and your notes and your color-coded highlighters and tried to get something done.
"You're in my spot."
You didn't look up. "Your name isn't on it."
"My name is absolutely on it." Dean dropped onto the opposite end of the couch, feet swinging up onto the coffee table, with the energy of someone who had never once felt like an inconvenience in his life. You envied him sometimes. "Move over."
"There are three other cushions."
"I have a system."
You looked up. He pointed at the far left cushion with great seriousness. You sighed and shifted six inches. He immediately sprawled into the space like he'd claimed a country.
"Thank you," he said. "This is much better."
"You're a menace."
"I prefer force of nature." He looked at your screen. Made a face. "Is that the organic chemistry thing?"
"How do you know about my organic chemistry thing?"
"Garrett mentioned you've been doing something he described as 'color-coded suffering.'" He tilted his head at the screen. "He's not wrong."
You closed the laptop slightly. "He talked to you about my studying."
"He talks to me about everything. It's one of the great burdens of being his best friend. I know more about your coffee order than I know about my own family members." He said this completely without self-pity, in the flat tone of someone reciting facts. "You get oat milk even though you claim not to care about dairy. He thinks it's because you actually care about dairy but don't want to seem high maintenance at coffee shops."
You stared at him.
"He's not wrong, is he," Dean said.
"That's-" You stopped. "That's extremely specific."
"He pays attention to everything. It's genuinely concerning." Dean picked up the TV remote, looked at it, set it back down. "He skated into the boards yesterday, by the way. At practice."
"What? Is he okay?"
"Completely fine, thanks for asking, it was hilarious." Dean's expression was deeply satisfied. "You'd texted him. I watched it happen in real time. One second he's running a drill, next second he's checking his phone like a golden retriever who heard a treat bag, then-" He made a sound effect. "Boards. Full speed." A pause. "Coach made him skate laps."
"Oh my god."
"I have zero sympathy. For either of you." He pointed at you. "You made my best friend skate into a wall."
"I texted him about my chemistry notes-"
"And he skated into a wall. That's on you." He seemed genuinely pleased about this. Then, in a tone that was casual enough to be deliberate: "You eaten today?"
The shift was fast enough that you almost missed it. Almost.
"Yeah," you said. A beat too late.
Dean looked at you. Not for long. Just a second, just long enough for you to see it - and then he looked back at the TV like he'd never asked.
"Cool," he said.
"Dean-"
"There's leftover pasta in the fridge. Tucker made too much, as he always does, because he cooks like he's feeding a village." He picked up the remote again. "Just saying."
You looked at him. He was scrolling through channels with complete disinterest.
"You're not going to make it weird?" you said.
"I said there's pasta. I'm not giving you a TED talk." He landed on some sports recap show. "I do that once per crisis and I used mine at the party." He glanced at you sideways. "You're welcome, by the way."
"I thanked you."
"Not enough." But there was no real edge to it. Just Dean, comfortable in his own skin, watching sports highlights. "Garrett's probably another fifteen minutes."
You opened your laptop again.
You went and got the pasta five minutes later. You didn't say anything about it. Neither did he.
When you came back and sat down, he moved over exactly six inches without being asked, making just enough room. You ate. He watched his show.
It was the second nicest thing anyone had done for you all week.
---
The invitation came at 7 PM the next day, after a four-hour study session that had started to feel less like studying and more like sitting in front of words until they stopped meaning anything.
Garrett's name on your screen.
You picked up on the second ring.
"Malone's," he said, by way of greeting. "Everyone's going. Come."
You looked at your notes. At the grade calculator still open in a tab, the numbers you'd been rearranging all afternoon. If you aced the next two exams and the final paper came back strong, the math was possible. Barely.
"I don't know," you started.
"Y/N." His voice was warm and easy, no pressure in it. "You've been studying since noon. Come out for a couple hours. We don't have to stay late."
You thought about the grade calculator. About the math that only worked if everything went right.
You thought about how much you wanted, desperately, to just be normal for one night.
"Okay," you said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Give me twenty minutes."
He made a sound that was embarrassingly close to delighted, and you smiled into the phone before you could stop yourself. "See you soon," he said, like that was the best thing he'd heard all day.
You meant to eat something before you left.
You forgot.
---
Malone's was exactly the kind of loud that used to feel like relief.
The team was already at two pushed-together tables in the back, the particular chaos of hockey players who'd had a decent practice and were feeling it. Garrett found you at the door before you'd even gotten your coat off, hand finding the small of your back, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Hey," he said, into your hair.
"Hey," you said back.
He kept his arm around you as you made your way to the tables, and for a little while it worked - the normalcy you'd been chasing. Someone made a joke. You laughed at it. Hannah and Allie were there. Hannah caught your eye across the table and smiled and you smiled back, real, actual.
Garrett was pulled into a conversation about the upcoming game on your left, animated and certain the way he was when he talked about hockey, and you felt yourself lean into his shoulder a little even as he gestured.
You were going to order something to eat.
There was a menu in your hands and everything on it looked fine and you just needed a minute to look at it properly because the words were doing something slightly blurry and you'd been staring at text for six hours and it would all be clearer in a minute.
Someone asked you something across the table. You answered. You laughed when the response was funny. You were very good at this, the performing fine.
Tucker said something about the power play. Garrett leaned forward, and you set the menu down meaning to pick it up again in a second, and then the second passed and someone else said something and then Garrett's hand found your knee under the table, warm and absentminded, just there, and you thought -
After this drink, I'll order something.
After this.
An hour passed. Then close to two.
The accidently not-eating had stopped feeling like hunger around the ninety-minute mark and started feeling like something else. The edges of things felt slightly further away than they should have been, sounds arriving a half-second late, the overhead lights doing something they hadn't been doing when you'd walked in.
You told yourself it was the noise. You told yourself you just needed air.
You were fine.
In a minute, you thought. I'll get some air and then I'll be fine.
You touched Garrett's arm. "Bathroom," you said when he looked at you. "I'll be right back."
He nodded. His eyes moved over your face for a second and you did your best to keep your expression neutral, and he let you go.
You made it past the bar. Past the first set of tables.
The floor felt strange. The kind of strange that meant it was still there but you weren't entirely certain of it, your body suddenly very loud about several things it had been trying to say for a while. Your vision went static at the edges.
Oh, you thought, with a kind of exhausted clarity. Oh, that's not good.
You reached for the wall.
You didn't find it.
Dean caught you.
He'd been at the bar getting a refill. His hands caught your arms before you hit the ground and the next thing you were aware of was the floor, but not hitting it - sitting against it, the wall at your back, Dean crouched in front of you with an expression you'd never seen on him before.
"Hey." His voice was even. "I've got you. Look at me."
You looked at him. The static was still at the edges. "I'm-"
"Don't say fine." He had one hand at your shoulder, steady. His eyes were moving over you, assessing. "Someone get Garrett," he said, without raising his voice, to whoever was behind him. "Now, please."
Please. You'd never heard Dean say please like that.
"I just need a second," you tried.
"You just went down." His hand moved to your wrist, two fingers, checking your pulse like he'd done it before. "When did you last eat?"
The honest answer was the pasta Dean had made you eat at the hockey house, which had been lunch, which had been -
Yesterday.
His expression didn't change but his jaw did. "Okay," he said, and turned his head. "Tucker. Water. Bar, go."
Then there were footsteps, fast and heavy, and Garrett was there.
You watched it happen on his face. Couldn't look away from it even though you wanted to. The second he saw you on the floor, the split second before he got himself under control - something moved through him. The specific fear of someone who'd been halfway worried for weeks and had just found out he was right to be.
He crossed the distance in three steps and dropped to the floor beside you.
"Hey." His hands found your face. "Hey, look at me. Y/N."
"I'm okay," you said. Your voice came out unsteady.
"I know." He said it like it didn't matter whether it was true. His thumbs moved over your cheekbones. "I've got you."
Dean pressed a water bottle into Garrett's hand without being asked. The two of them moved around each other with an ease that meant they'd been friends a long time, no words needed. Garrett opened the bottle for you. You drank.
"She hasn't eaten since yesterday," Dean said, behind Garrett, in a tone that was quiet and not accusatory and somehow that made it worse.
You felt Garrett go very still.
"I meant to," you said, to neither of them.
"I know," Garrett said again. Still not angry. "Can you stand if I help you?"
You nodded.
He got you up like you weighed nothing, arm solid around your waist, and he didn't let go after you were standing. He just recalibrated, hand flat at the small of your back, body angled toward you.
"We're going to sit somewhere quiet," he said. "Okay?"
You nodded.
He looked back at Dean over his shoulder. Something passed between them - a look, brief and complete.
Dean nodded. "I'll handle it," he said, already turning back to the tables, already sliding back into the noise like he'd never left it. Covering. That easily.
Garrett found a booth in the back, half-hidden, away from the noise. He sat you down and then went and got food - actual food, something from the bar menu, not glamorous - and he put it in front of you without ceremony and sat across from you and waited.
"Eat first," he said. "Then we talk."
You looked at the plate. Your throat was tight.
"Garrett..."
"Please." It came out rough at the edges. "Just eat something. Please."
You ate.
He watched you the way he'd been watching you for weeks, that careful attention he thought he was hiding. He wasn't hiding it.
When the plate was half-empty and the static had fully cleared from your vision and you felt more like yourself than you had in hours, you looked up and found him looking back.
"I'm okay," you said.
"I know." He exhaled. "I need you to tell me what's going on."
Your hands were in your lap. You looked at them.
"Y/N."
"My GPA," you said, to your hands. "It's been... those exams at the start of the semester, the ones I told you were just rough patches? They weren't just rough patches. And then I was sick, and the readings kept piling up, and I thought I could catch up but I just kept falling further behind..." Your voice did something you hadn't authorized. You pressed your lips together.
Silence.
"How much do you need on your remaining work?" Garrett said carefully.
"Everything has to go right." You laughed, and it came out broken. "It's not impossible. Technically. If I ace everything left. But I'm so far behind, and every time I think I'm catching up there's something else, and I just-" The words came faster. "I didn't tell you because you have scouts and finals and I-"
You stopped. Started again. "I didn't want to be one more thing you had to manage..."
Garrett went very still.
"That's what she said," you said, before he could. "At the party. Kendall."
He closed his eyes for exactly one second.
"Of course it was." He said it quietly, not quite to you. Then he looked at you, and his expression had shifted into something more deliberate. "She said that to you."
"I wasn't supposed to hear it."
"That doesn't-" He stopped. Exhaled through his nose. "She wanted something she didn't get. With me, before you. And I handled that badly, and apparently she's still-" His jaw tightened. "That's not about you. That was never about you. That was about me, and she aimed it at you."
"Garrett-"
"I'm not done being annoyed about that." He said it flatly. "I'll be done in a second."
A beat. He looked at the table. Came back.
"Okay." He reached across and took both your hands. "I'm done. Keep going."
"...that's it? That's your processing time?"
"I'm a fast processor." His eyes were still a little flat. "Keep going."
"I just-" You exhaled. "I've been so behind, and every time you showed up I felt worse about it. Like you were going out of your way for someone who couldn't even keep it together enough to-" You stopped. Tried again. "You just showed up with food I didn't ask for and sat down like it was nothing. Like it cost you nothing. And I kept thinking, he's going to get tired of this. Of me being like this. And then you just kept showing up anyway."
"I've been showing up at the library," he said, "texting you constantly, bringing you food you didn't ask for - and you thought that was me managing you?"
"Yes," you said, quietly.
"I've been showing up at the library," he said, "texting you constantly, bringing you food you didn't ask for — and you thought that was me managing you."
It wasn't a question. His voice was even.
"Yes," you said, quietly.
"It wasn't." Simple. Flat. Like he was correcting a fact. "I was doing it because I like you." He said it like it was the most straightforward thing in the world. "I really, genuinely, a completely ridiculous amount - like you. Have you not noticed that? I've been making it extremely obvious."
"Garrett..."
"I skated into the boards at practice because you texted me about chemistry notes." He held up a hand. "I got laps for that. Actual laps. And I would do it again." He looked at you, completely serious. "That's where we are. That's how much I like you. I'm not showing up at the library because I feel obligated, I'm showing up at the library because you're there and I'd rather be wherever you are, even if wherever you are is a depressing corner full of fifteen-year-old magazines." His thumb moved over your knuckles. "I don't show up for things I don't want to show up for. You know that about me."
Your eyes were burning again.
"You got laps," you said, because it was the only thing you could manage.
"I got laps," he confirmed. "Completely worth it."
You looked at him for a second, this person who tracked your library card and brought you food and skated into walls over chemistry notes, and something in your chest did something complicated and enormous that you didn't have a word for yet.
"I don't know what to do with you," you said, very quietly.
"You don't have to do anything with me." He said it simply. "That's kind of the point."
You looked down at your hands in his.
"You scared me tonight," he said after a moment. "That's going to take me a minute to get over."
"I know. I'm sorry - I didn't mean to, I just got so caught up in everything. The studying, trying to catch up, and I just..." You shook your head. "I forgot."
He looked at you for a long second.
"Lucky for you that's not really a problem," he said.
"Garrett-"
"I like taking care of you." Simple. Like it was obvious. "So just let me. Okay?"
You looked at him. Thought about arguing. Decided you were too tired.
"Okay," you said quietly.
"Good." He tilted his head slightly. "Also, for the record - you are supposed to be the brains of this operation. It would be genuinely embarrassing for both of us if you ended up with a worse GPA than a hockey player."
You stared at him. "Are you serious right now."
"I'm just saying. I have a 3.1. The bar is right there."
"You have a 3.1?"
"Don't sound so surprised, that's rude."
"I'm not - I'm just-" You pressed your lips together. "You're unbelievable."
"And yet." He was watching you with that look, the one he thought he was hiding. He wasn't hiding it. "There it is."
"There what is."
"That." He nodded at your face. "You almost smiled."
"I did not."
"You did a little."
"Garrett."
"I'll take it." He squeezed your hands once. "You want to do something useful, talk to your advisor Monday. Figure out what your options are."
"I will."
"Good." A beat. "You're not high maintenance. You're just bad at asking for help. Those aren't the same thing." He squeezed your hands once.
Your eyes burned.
"I've got you," he said. Matter-of-fact.
You stayed like that for a while. The noise of Malone's carried on around you, oblivious. In your corner booth it was just this. Your hands finally, finally still.
Dean appeared at the edge of the booth twenty minutes later, hands in his pockets, expression carefully calibrated to neutral.
He looked at you and did a quick inventory the way he always did, fast and thorough.
"You look terrible," he announced.
"Thank you, Dean."
"Much better than twenty minutes ago, though." He leaned against the side of the booth. Looked at Garrett. Something passed between them. "Tucker's telling the thing about the chirp from the Eastwood game. Everyone's distracted. Nobody made it weird."
"Thank you," Garrett said.
Dean waved this off like it was nothing. Because for Dean, it was. He'd covered, he'd handled it.
He looked at you for a second. Then, with the gravity of someone making a formal announcement:
"For the record, I did not catch you because I like you."
You blinked. "...okay."
"It was reflex. Athletic instinct. I would have done it for anyone." He held up a finger. "The point is it wasn't personal."
"Noted."
"Also-" He pointed at the empty plate. "Eat like that every day or I'm going to have to start caring about you, and I have a very full schedule." He pushed off the booth, already turning. "I'm at capacity. Emotionally. No room."
"Dean-"
"Goodnight, Y/N." He walked away with a sly smile and a wink.
Your throat went tight again.
"He loves you," Garrett said. "He just can't say it like a normal person."
"Neither can you, half the time."
He made an offended sound. "I said it literally last week."
"You said, and I quote, 'you're very tolerable for someone who doesn't understand or appreciate the music of Warrant.'"
"That's a compliment."
"That is not a compliment, Garrett."
He laughed and squeezed your hands again.
"I love you," he said. "Like, a completely embarrassing amount. Dean can confirm, he thinks it's a problem."
Your eyes burned again. Different reason.
"I love you too," you said, quiet.
"I know." He held you tighter. "Now let me take you home."
He stayed.
He helped you change into something comfortable and found your water bottle and filled it and put it on your nightstand, and when you got into bed he sat on top of the covers beside you with his back against the headboard, his hand in your hair.
"I'm going to email my advisor tomorrow," you said, to the ceiling.
"Good."
"I don't know what she's going to say."
"That's what tomorrow's for."
"I'm nervous."
"Yeah." His hand stilled briefly, then kept moving. "I know. That's allowed."
You looked up at him.
"You're going to stop disappearing on me," he said. It wasn't a question.
"I'm going to try."
"Close enough." He brushed the hair from your face. "Sleep."
"Bossy."
"Always." He looked at you, soft. "I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right?"
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me: okay, tonight i’m locking in. i’m going to write all night, become a literary weapon and finish my chapter. i won’t just write the wip, i will be the wip. i’ll be unstoppable! relentless! unbreakable! so powerful the writing gods will have to restrain me themselves—
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Warnings: Fluff, angst, reader and jules have a history, shawn is a warning, gus is trying, lassiter mentioned slightly, buzz being our fav dork, henry and reader having a history, writing cases is not my forte but I tried, this was lowkey my fav to write LOL, i made a shrek reference but not seriously
The officer standing in front of you stares at you with a perplexed expression.
You nervously chuckle and feel your left eye twitch. “Sorry, old nickname. Maybe she goes by Jules? You know what- scratch- scratch that, Juliet O’Hara is who I’m looking for,” you stutter to the officer.
He was kind enough to not say anything about it and nodded along to your mini rant. “I don’t know if she’s still-”
“I got this, Buzz,” a random guy tells the kind officer, who smiles and nods to you one last time before walking away.
He raises his hand to shake your hand. “Hi, amazing psychic detective Shawn Spencer and this here-” he points to his buddy, who waves at you. “-is my partner, Barnibus Cheesecurdle.”
You owlishly blink at the name and his behavior.
The man beside him steps forward. “Don’t listen to him. I am not Barnibus Cheesecurdle. My name is Gus and you are?”
You narrow your eyes, realizing who it was you were talking to.
You hoped you wouldn’t be meeting this duo any time soon but your prayers were left unanswered the longer you stand here. “Looking for my friend,” you offer a curt and short reply.
“Yes, I’m sensing a person you like to call Ju-Ju which might I add-”
“Please don’t,” you interrupt, sensing where he’s going with this because this isn’t the first time you’ve heard of his outrageous guesses.
“I’m going to ignore that and continue. Like I was saying-”
You turn when you hear an excited Juliet shout your name as she charges towards you.
“You’re here. I told you I could have picked you up. Why didn’t you call me?” She pulls away to give her disapproved face.
You roll your eyes and shrug, “I assumed you were busy saving the world and all.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “As always, you’re too sweet but seriously you know I would have come to pick you up. What happened to our plan?”
You smile in return, reminding her of when you two were in the academy. “Nothing much. I just decided to get an earlier flight so I could see you.”
“That’s great, but I still have some paperwork to do. We can grab lunch or something after?”
“I figured you would, I can wander around while you do your thing.”
“Or,” Shawn interrupts. “I could show her around. I’m sensing you’re dying to get to know me.”
You glance at Shawn before looking back at Juliet. “I think your psychic senses are broken because I definitely was not.”
His expression doesn’t falter at your words. “I think you’re going to want to. We’ll be great friends.”
You purse your lips, “I think not.” You spin back towards her, “text me when you’re done. I’ll be wandering the beach.”
She furrows her brows at your behavior and realizes you’re giving your code. Wandering the beach meant seeing an old friend. “Right, right. Well as soon as I’m done, I’ll join you.”
“See you in a few.” You walk past him without batting an eye, not caring what he did.
“We have to follow her.”
“Shawn, you are not following my friend,” Juliet whines. “She is here for a few days and you are not ruining this for me.”
“I would not do such a thing, how dare you assume that.” He spins around and dramatically walks away.
“We’re following her, aren’t we?” asked Gus.
“Obviously. I’m like the curious cat, only my satisfaction will bring it back- or was it a canary?”
“That cat dies, Shawn.”
He hums, “I don’t think so.” He glances back at his best friend. “Can you unlock the blueberry? We’re losing daylight.”
“You owe me jerk chicken after this.”
“Deal. That was dinner anyway, so ha!”
-
You glance around the house, “nothing really has changed.”
“Shawn, if you’re here for some outrageous-” Henry pauses as he spots you through the screen door. “Oh, it’s you. Where the hell have you been?”
You chuckle, “glad to see you still haven’t changed, Henry. I think I ran into your son.”
“Of course, you did. It was only a matter of time.” He opened the door and let you in. “What was it that you needed from me?”
“A favor.”
“He’s back?” He asked with crossed arms.
“Unfortunately. Was released- more like, escaped, last week and he led me back here.” You glanced toward the kitchen, “you still got that whiskey?”
-
Shawn sighed, “how could we have lost her? I’m the best at finding things- people even and I lost her.”
“She did have a headstart.”
“Tomato, tomahto.” He opens the door, screaming for his dad.
Gus closes the door and the two of them enter the kitchen, finding you there. “Oh. Oh, dad, no,” he sighs dramatically. “She’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?”
You roll your eyes, “are you serious?”
“As a branding cattle,” he places a hand over his chest.
“Alright.” You push yourself up, “I’m going now. Thanks for the help, Henry.”
He nods, “don’t do anything stupid.”
You smirk, “never.” You turn to Shawn, “I don’t have the psychic abilities your son does to do that.”
“I would pretend to be offended but I knew you liked them,” he adds. “So, daddy-o. What- uh- what exactly happened here?”
“Nothing that concerns you, Shawn.” He sighs and sits down in the empty pulled out chair. “Fine.”
-
You pull out your phone to call Juliet and explain everything you just found out as the cold, metal hits the back of your shirt, digging into your spine.
“Hello, old friend.”
“Joyful,” you grimace. “Came to finish the job?”
“Nah,” he sucks in air through his teeth. “Just came to teach the ol’ precinct a lesson, especially that cute blonde friend of yours.”
“Don’t you dare you-”
“Ah, ah,” he digs the gun deeper into your spine. “I’m the one in charge here.”
You grit your teeth as he forces you into the passenger seat.
“Let’s go for a midnight swim, shall we?”
You hate this.
-
Juliet bangs on Henry’s door. “Is she here?”
“No, why? What happened?”
“We just got an anonymous call about a drowning victim.”
“Oh, god.”
“What exactly is going on?” Shawn buts in.
“We’ve got to go, now,” Henry pushes her back as he opens the door.
“Why wouldn’t she tell me he was back?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe because she didn’t want him getting involved,” Carlton adds unhelpfully. “What?” He asks as they glare at him. “Am I wrong?”
“What is happening? Somebody give me the cliff notes,” Shawn whines.
“My best friend has been kidnapped by a deranged ex-cop, who blames her squad and the precinct for what happened to him and his team.”
“And, you two know this how?”
“She trained under me,” Henry adds. “She was a rookie then, somebody hardly anyone knew and she went undercover but then the whole recon got sideswiped.”
“She was forced out of Santa Barbara where she was partnered with me,” Juliet adds. “She barely told me what happened but she sent a cryptic email before she went to your guy's house and-”
“And she didn’t think to tell anyone else?” Carlton questions. “Why would she do something so stupid?”
“Well, unlike you, Sandman. She has a heart and actually cares about people.”
Carlton rolls his eyes at Shawn’s comment.
“Where’s Gus?”
“He’s in the blueberry. There was no time for me to get in. I needed information.” He places his fingers on his temple. “Why would he call in a drowning?”
“Their team, his guys died off pier fifty eight due to a faulty engine,” Juliet tells him. “Everyone thought she had something to do with it because she was the last one close to it but she’s found new evidence to prove that his partner was actually the one who caused the accident.”
Henry sighs.
“What? Dad, what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything, Shawn,” the older man snaps. “She asked for the photos I had taken copies of from the case and gave them to her before she left. She said something was gnawing at her since the entire investigation and,” he sighs. “She must have figured out who did it and they were hidden in the photos.”
“Yeah, well. We need to save her before it’s too late,” Juliet interrupts.
-
“You know, I’m not a big fan of being down in the engine room.”
“I wonder why that is,” he sneers.
“I wasn’t the one who tinkered with it. It was your partner who did it.”
“You’re lying,” he grabs the back of your neck forcing you to look at him. “There’s no way he would do that.”
“He was deep in debt, had a lot of people- bad people. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out. You were close to the truth before he caused that accident.” You grit your teeth at his strength as he tightens his hold on you. “You were too close to the truth and he knew that.”
“Why wouldn’t he tell me?”
“He couldn’t let you know.” You sigh, “I’m sorry.”
You pull your hands up after cutting the rope on a broken piece of metal. “Just like I’m sorry for this,” you struggle to pull the gun from him as you push him against the wall using his wince to your advantage as you pull him back and shove him against the wall again.
You two struggle for what feels like an eternity as you make it out of the engine room.
You barely make it as you stumble down the side, clinging to the railing as best you could. Your vision is hazy, coming and going the further you walk down the outer deck.
A blinding light floods your vision, you raise your hand, groaning as it quickly moves.
“Oh my god.”
You can feel yourself relax slightly at the relief flooding through you as you hear her voice. “Oh, thank god,” you sigh.
“Where is he?” Her partner, you assume, Carlton asks.
“Engine room, tied up and unconscious.” You nearly fall as two people catch you, you wince as you land on the seat they placed you on. You groan at the sight of him. “Did you sense danger?”
He glances at the mark on your head before focusing on you. “I sensed you needed a hero but Jules and my dad took that role so I opted for the role of noble stead.”
His friend clears his throat.
“Gus is the stead, I’m the noble, obviously.”
You let out a weak chuckle before wincing. The adrenaline is slowly wearing off.
“We need to get you looked at,” Juliet adds. “They should be here- oh, there they are.” She furrows her brows at your injured state. “I’m going to pull one of them here so we can get you looked at, okay?”
You nod. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be here.” You close your eyes.
“It’s not time to go to sleep,” he interrupts your thoughts.
“I’m not sleeping, it’s too bright out here.”
“They tend to pull out all the stops so they can come and save one of their own, you know.”
You turn to Gus, “does he ever shut up?”
“Hardly.”
You nod your head, pursing your lips as you close your eyes once more, “awesome.”
-
You barely remember how you got home, much less what happened. You slowly open your eyes to more bright lights.
“Look who’s awake.”
You groan, “why are you always around?”
“To brighten your day.”
You squint as barely get your eyes adjusted to the light. “I doubt that. Where’s Ju-Ju?”
“I forced her to step out and go home, promised I’d stay here.”
“How noble of you.”
“Always.” He adjusts his posture in the chair. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think?”
“Yeah, I figured but I had to have answers before Jules bites my head off.”
You chuckle, “that she would.”
“Once you're out of here, could I interest you in a tour of my office?”
“What makes you think I'm staying here in town?”
He smirks, changing the channel. “You are. Psychic, remember?”
You scoff, “I still don't buy it.”
“Guess you should stick around and find out.”
You resist the urge to smile, knowing damn well he was right. You are staying and you are getting that tour.
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Fem!reader, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes
Warnings: Fluff, angst, gets real sad, toxic but what else is new, damon being mean, reader being mean and sad, mentions of death, damon wallowing, damon sad, damon being a warning, this has been in my draft for years and I FINALLY found an ending for it, reader being sad and negative about themself, reader lowkey not upset about the one BIG change
You don’t remember how it happened- the tears in your eyes cause the stars to shine brighter as you lay on the ground.
An image comes to mind of your favorite person which causes your heart to clench.
You didn't want to bring it up, but she kept asking for him even when she knew you two were together, you hate it but... part of you believes he'll still go running to her.
You took a shaky breath at the thought. ‘Stupid.’
It didn't bother you, at least not in the beginning.
You wince at the pressure you keep on your neck, crying more as you feel your pulse and the blood slipping through your fingers.
You knew he was helping the best he could since neither of you understood what was happening, that's how it always started.
You know you could have left it alone, not say anything like you normally did.
But you know yourself and well, it would have eaten you alive to not tell him how you felt. You wanted to better your relationship by communicating and what better way to do than open up about… the same issue.
You want to cringe at your tears slipping down your cheeks and into your ears but you keep your eyes closed as you continue reliving your last memory with him.
-
“Damon, please don’t-” You sigh, stopping by the kitchen door as you follow him. “I didn’t mean to upset you but this- I- I needed to tell you.” You frown, hearing yourself.
“I want us to communicate even if it's the same issue. I want us to work it out.” You glance down at the floor, feeling small.
He removes his gaze from the countertop to look at you. “How could you ask me that? Of course, I love you there is no one else if there’s no you.”
You rapidly flutter your lashes, trying to rid yourself of the tears. “I know you love me, you tell me when we’re alone and when we go out, but it's not enough. It’s not enough, Damon.”
You wipe your cheek and avoid his gaze. “You always tell me in private but never in front of them. That and this- it- it just- it builds up.”
He scoffs, “really? Tell me why. Tell me why my love isn’t enough for you when it’s been enough in the past?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “I have done nothing but give you my heart and you think I want some whiney little schoolgirl instead?! Clearly, you’ve been listening to Barbie whine.” He sighs and steps out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.
-
“I'm sorry,” you whisper in the air, knowing somewhere, someone will hear it. “I'm sorry, D.” You can’t help but sniffle at his words as they replay in your mind.
He’s right, being in the shadow of Elena and listening to Caroline being depressed about her love life has seeped into you, as if their words have been carved into your blood; ruining any chance you might have at love.
-
You couldn’t stay in their house the rest of that night.
You needed air and opted to go outside and walk home. It was late, still is.
You know better than to walk in this godforsaken town without someone by your side.
You don’t remember how it happened but the hot breath fanning against your neck pulls you back to reality as the back of your head gets wetter and stickler.
You realize this is really the end, your end.
The end of your life.
The end of your (secret, not secret) relationship with the one man who could ever truly love you.
The end of living in this town.
The end of going out with your friends, everything.
You open your mouth to scream, to do anything with last time, nothing comes out as your breath is drained from you. You don’t have the energy to do anything.
You can barely keep pressure on your wound as your eyes flutter and hand falls.
The stars are brighter the longer you stare before closing your eyes again. ‘I'm sorry, Damon.’
-
Someone pulls your body into their lap, you close your eyes as the pain intensifies once more.
“-ake up. C’mon wake up. Open your eyes,” Damon calls out, panicking at your lack of response.
A hand patting your cheek gains a groan from you.
He lowers his head onto your chest, praying to everything and everyone listening for you to not leave him.
You don’t have the energy to talk, much less fight anymore.
He can hear your heartbeat slowing down.
Stefan turns around after staking the rogue vampire. “Damon?”
The eldest sped away before he could say anything else.
-
He cradles you in his arms as he settles himself in his family’s tomb, wanting to hold you in a place that means a lot to him... and now you.
Afterall, if not for this place, you two wouldn’t have gotten as close as you have.
Your heart beats even slower than before he moved you.
He places his hand on your head, pressing his forehead against your temple, hoping to enjoy his last moment with you.
He winces at the memory you replay and wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
-
You lower your head, wiping away stray tears. “You came here for her, for her, Damon and then you fell for her double. How am I- I mean, I just- I got in your guys way and-”
He can’t help but interject. His gaze softens. “What do you mean you got in our way? If anything,” he steps closer. “You were the reason I came back, I just didn’t know it until you bumped into me when you were supposed to study with Stefan.”
You stare into his eyes as you furrow your brows. “What?”
"You didn't get in the way, you- you were the way. You were it as soon as I bumped into you in the family crypt.” He furrows his brows, staring at you with determination. “I'm not letting you slip away from me again.”
He cups your cheeks. “You are the reason I stayed, don't you get that? I didn't stay for any of them, all they did was play games but you- you never did and haven't. You were the only good thing I found in this place when I was at one of my many dark points of my long, lonely, and bitter life.”
He pulls you in closer, “you didn’t deserve how I treated you but I'm selfish and I can't lose you.”
“What?”
He barely moves as he's pulled out of your mind.
-
You gasp as your eyes open. “What- where-”
He calms you as you freak out. “You're in transition.”
“What?” You scream and wince at the sound.
You push yourself away from him and are shocked at your speed. “Holy, what the hell? Damon, what did you- were you in my head?”
You growl before running away. You groan at the weight rolling with you. “What did you do?”
“Evened the playing field. What do you think?”
You tossed him off you and lush yourself up onto your knees, throwing your hair over your head. “You turned me? You turned me!?”
You reach up for the wound on your neck and find nothing. “You- why would you?”
He groans and winces at the branches sticking out of his chest as he's stuck to a tree.
“Oh, god.” You rush towards him, causing him more pain as you run into him. “Take them out and then I can explain.”
“No,” you rip out the one closest to his heart. “You- that memory wasn't- that wasn't how it really went. You- you weren't that sweet.” You rip another one out.
“You- ow- precious cargo here.” He groans and pauses to take a minute. “You're right, it wasn’t, sweetheart. But losing you makes me do crazy things.”
“You didn't lose me though?”
“Almost losing you was the worst kind of pain I've endured and I was not going to stay here with the scooby gang because I was too much of an idiot to admit that I want you more than I've ever wanted anything.”
You throw yourself on him and he catches you.
“Don't scare me like that again,” he mumbles.
“I'll try not to.”
“There won’t be trying as long as I’m here.”
You giggle, “okay.”
“Are you going to let go?”
“I’m fine here,” you tell him as you whirl around for a piggyback ride.
“You’re going to be a little terror, aren’t you?”
You shrug and lean in closer to his ear, “not as bad as you Mister Big Bad Vampire. Remember you leveled the playing field.” You jump off him and run towards the Salvatore house.
-
It took some time before you two talked things out and found a steady rhythm but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Not to mention how happy Caroline was to have a fellow vampire girly that actually stayed to deal with all of their nonsense.
Warnings: This was based on a request i lost :(, it's short but I hope it's meets the phantom req, fluff, short but cute, brook will always be bestie material, established relationship, this based more in season 1 maybe slight pre ep 1 if anything
You switch your history book for your English book, wondering what you’re going to have for lunch today. “Maybe it’s pizza day,” you mumble.
“What’re you talking about?” Brooke asks, standing beside you.
“Lunch, I don’t know what they have in the cafeteria today.”
“I think it’s a poor excuse for a burger.”
“Damn,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna have that.”
She shrugs, “that’s what you get when you don’t pack a lunch.”
You close your locker and turn to her. “You’re really blaming me when you’re the one who takes half.”
“Yeah and now I’m going to starve thanks to you.”
You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Way to not be dramatic, B Davis.”
She gives you a fake innocent smile in return. “Of course.”
You want to ask her something but are interrupted but an arm being placed on your shoulders. You stare at the arm with furrowed brows.
“Hi, baby.”
Your head snaps to the side as you smile at your boyfriend. “Hi, honey.” You peck his cheek. “What do you have planned after class?”
He chuckles, knowing you have something planned. “You mean other than practice, not much.”
You lean your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go to Karen’s after?”
He sighs. “Do we have to?”
Your head snaps up, “I haven’t seen my chaotic duo in too long so, yes.”
He leans closer and whispers in your ear, “what if we go back to mine after?”
You shake your head, “no, you’ve persuaded me one too many times. I politely decline, baby.” You peck his cheek.
He sticks his bottom lip out, knowing there’s not much he can do to change your mind. Once you have something in mind, you stay firm with it; something he loves but dislikes in this moment.
“Is there any way at all that I can persuade you?”
You shake your head. “No, we're gonna see Luke and Hales, it’ll be fun.”
He sighs.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Please, please, please,” you beg him.
He shakes his head, “I’m going to die today, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” you nod your head.
“Thanks for being honest.”
You smile at him, “of course.”
Brooke shakes her head and reaches for you. “I’m stealing the future Mrs. Scott.” She pulls you behind her as you two start running down the hallway.
He pouts following after the two of you. “Brooke, dammit! C’mon!” He calls out for you two as you run across the yard.
You turn back and smile at him, almost tripping while doing so.
His heart races at that cute ass face of yours and speeds up to make sure Brooke doesn’t mangle his girlfriend.
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Much like every other royal (in your family) you were a pawn in a societal game
“Engaged” by the age of four
Sent away to school to learn the ways of a royal wife by ten
Sent to London for the proper engagement by ten and five
And officially married by ten and seven
You barely understood anything that happened or what to do but you were quick to figure things out
You couldn’t understand his need to be apart from you despite being so loving and wanting to be close to you during the day
It officially became irksome when you were being told what to do by him
After catching him during an episode, you understood why he went on as he did
It was hard to understand the secrecy and distance for a while
Luckily you had your ladies in waiting, Sofia (Charlotte) and Agatha
Not to mention the fluffy gift from your husband, the dog (before you begin to get a bundle of them)
It took some time but eventually you came to know more about him and not just of his condition
When he realized you would stand by his side for better or worse, he opened up more
The visits from his mother were irksome but you two were able to work things out for it not be so horrible
And when it came time for the children he would still try and keep away but he would eventually come around (after you caught him hiding away and made him feel bad)
You knew it wasn’t right but there was no way you could do this alone
Agatha was wonderful and Charlotte was great when it came to needing to be distracted but you needed (and had) your husband by your side during the birth of all your children
Not to mention when your pups had, well, pups of their own
You enter the house, nearly run over by Phil as he trips over the lip. “Sorry, Squeaks. I didn’t mean to almost trample you.”
You raise your brows, “sure. Need help there?”
He sheepishly smiles, “please before Claire comes and-”
“Oh, Phil,” the blonde shakes her head in disbelief. “I told you, you were going to run into someone or break your leg. Are you alright, Squeaks?”
You nod, “oh, I’m fine. Your husband on the other hand, is not. You know, I think he tried to do it on purpose.”
“Phil!”
“What?” His eyes widened. “NO! I would never-” His shoulders deflate at the sight of you two giggling. “Oh, real mature, Claire. You’re pulling Squeaks into your evil games.”
She rolls her eyes before gesturing upstairs, “she’s still in bed.”
“Thank you,” you say in a sing-song tone before making your way up the stairs. You’re nearly at her door when the one thing stopping you, Luke. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he says with a fake forgetful tone. You raise a brow. “Sure, you didn’t just like every other time you “forgot” I was coming over.” He tries to lean against the wall but misses and manages to catch himself before one of the babies toys trips him. You burst out laughing, “holy crap. Oh, I so wish I had a camera on me to record that.”
“Are you going to help me up?” He pouts. You lean over, smiling at him, “no.” You slam the door open, “Alex, get your ass out of bed. We’re going out.” The door slams shut behind you. Claire and Phil share a look. “He takes after you,” Phil tells his wife. She scoffs, avoiding eye contact, “he does not. That’s you right there.” “And eventually he’ll get the girl, hopefully minus a few broken bones.” “Oh god. Do you remember when you tried sliding across the hood of your car “Dukes of Hazzard” style and broke your collarbone?” “I remember crying as they tried moving me to get an x-ray.” You roll your eyes at her laying in bed. “Get up.” “I’m heartbroken.” She whines as you yank her blankets off her. “Give them back.” “Nope,” you nudge her leg, sitting down beside her. “Alex, honey, you know I love you-” A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “But for the love of god,” you groan as her smile disappears. “Get up.” She pouts, covering her face. “You got broken up with, I don’t know who did it but this is not the end of the world.” You pull her hand away from her face. “You, Alex Dunphy, the smartest girl there ever was, are going to get through this.”
“You know, you can be persuasive at times.” “Oh, believe me. I know. How do you think Luke got his style?” She narrows her eyes at you. “You did that?” “Yeah, now he’s a babe magnet.” “Gross.” “They say the same about you when you start talking about going on the prowl.” “That’s different.” You shrug, “not really.” You walk behind her, waving off her family as they gawk at the depressed girl walking down the stairs. “There we go,” you direct her to the kitchen. “Let’s get something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” “Uh huh and I’m a cougar. Let’s grab a snack.” Alex eyed you with a confused look. Luke entered (after being shoved by Haley and his mom) and bumped into you. You gasp at the cold and look down to find the milk spilled all over you. “Oh my- Luke,” you groan. You glare at him as he stares at you with his jaw dropped. “Just move and stay with her.” You move past him, rushing up the stairs. You close the door behind you, not paying attention to it closing as you scramble to find new clothes. You nearly scream as you hug the dry shirt to your chest. “What are you doing?” You open the door and push him towards it, “get out. Get out. Get out.”
“I- I’m sorry,” he tells you through the door. “I really don’t care what’s just happened,” you sigh. “Go and console your sister.” You barely make eye contact with him as you re-enter the kitchen. “Haley?” “What’s up?” She looks behind her, peering at you from over the couch. “I’m taking her out tonight, you want to be baby free for a night and join?” She pouts, “I wish. Dylan already promised me date night and I don’t want to reschedule it… again.” You shrug, “okay. I figured I’d ask.” Alex furrows her brows at your lack of teasing her brother. “Are you okay?” You give her a small smile, “I’m good, unlike you.” You grab her wrist and tug her towards the stairs. “We’re going to ransack your closet before I try and burn your old clothes.”
“I vote second.” “Haley!” Alex whines. You avoid bumping into Luke as you two make your way up the stairs. Once the door closes, that’s when the teasing begins.
“Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” Haley asks out loud, rocking one of the babies in her arms.
“What? Who?”
She raises a brow at her brother. “Really? You nearly mauled her the second she walked into the house.”
“I,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Claire shakes her head. “You are definitely your father’s son. You are doing a horrible job at hiding your feelings right now.”
“Oh, come on. He doesn’t like her,” Phil chimes in, wrapping an arm around Luke’s shoulders. Claire and Haley raise a brow. “Yeah, okay. I didn’t believe me then either. Sorry, buddy.”
“No, you guys are wrong I don’t- I don’t like her.” Haley raises a brow. “That’s exactly what somebody who has a crush would say.” “You guys have no idea what you’re talking about.” He storms off down the hallway. Claire raises her hand and lowers each finger slowly, counting down from three. “Okay, you guys might have a point.”
“Can we go home now?” Alex whines to you. You smile and shake your head. “Nope. We’re just gonna enjoy our girls night out. No boys, no family hiding in a corner, nothing.” You slide the water to her. “Water?” You nod, “yep. I am not about to deal with drunk and sobbing Alex right now. I am not equipped for her just yet.” She shrugs, “I guess- I guess that’s fair.” “We can always get something else if you want but I honestly just wanted to get you out of the house.” The corners of her smile tug, “thank you.”
“What are best friends for?” “We’re best friends?” “Oh, dear God.” You nearly slam your hand against the counter top. “Alex, don’t turn off your brain yet.” “I have never done that.” “Uh huh,” you smirk. “Except when it comes to your first kiss.” She gasps, “that was one-” “At least five.” “That was one time and I thought you said no talk of boys?” You shrug, stirring the ice cubes in your water. “I had to get you talking somehow.” “That was uncalled for.” “You’re having fun, just admit it.” You tell her you’re running to the bathroom, expecting her to follow you but she insists on staying at the table. “What? Now you guys think I’m not capable of taking care of myself?” She snaps at her brother.
“Woah,” he raises his hands slightly, pulling away. “It’s just me and I- uh- I wanted to make sure you two were okay.” She raises a brow, “sure you did.” “Obviously. I mean, why else would I be here?” She smirks, “to admit your feelings for someone.” He rolls his eyes. You find your way back to the table and are confused at the sight of her brother. You stop beside her. “I said girls night. Not girls night plus Luke.” He leans in, “come on, you know you missed me.”
“When have I ever admitted such a thing?”
“I ordered us drinks,” she chimes in. You pout, “without me?” She rolls her eyes, “I can be a big girl and order us drinks.” “Yeah, but it’s always fun watching you shamelessly flirt with the bartender.” She scoffs, “I do not- okay, that was one time and I didn’t see you opposing the free drinks.” “Uh, no because I’m not crazy and also it was one drink that tasted horrible.” You pull the chair away from him and take your seat. “So, what happens during girls' night?”
“Why are you so invested?” You furrow your brows. “Are you upset that your sister is getting more than you?” He grimaces, “gross. Never say that again.” You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m going to torture him with this now.” Alex groans. You glance back, double checking she’s in securely in the back as she dozes off. “Are you sure you should be driving?” You ask him.
“What, you think I can’t handle your car?” He teases. You roll your eyes, “you break it, you pay for the damage.” “I’m fine and I got it. You just keep sitting there and look pretty.” Your jaw drops as you eye him for a few seconds, watching as he reverses out the parking lot. You turn to look out the window when he turns around. It wasn’t a long drive back to the Dunphy household but that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel like it. You head to the backseat while Luke unlocks the door. “I told you I make for a good wing woman,” she tells you with a tired smile.
You roll your eyes. “You have done nothing of the sort tonight. Now, come on. I desperately need to get out of these boots before I start crying.” He makes his way back to you as he helps you drag his sister into the house. “You can stay the night, you know.” He tells you after you close her bedroom door. “Yes, I know I can stay, Luke but I have no clothes here.”
“That’s a lie. Mom always keeps a few things here for you, just in case.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, leaning against the wall. “Why do you want me to stay so bad? You want to get blackmail evidence of me with bedhead or something?” You tease him. “No, I just,” he scratches the back of his head. “It’s late and you’ve been complaining about how bad your feet are hurting so why push yourself when you can just relax here.” The smile slowly falls as you glance down, looking at your favorite (albeit most tortuous) shoes. “Like you said, it's late.”
“Why do you want to go home so bad?” You lift your head, realizing how close he became in the last few seconds. “Bad things happen when it’s late.” “Exactly and I’m trying to keep you safe so nothing happens to you.” You scoff, “you just might be the bad thing.” He smirks, “I think you meant inappropriate things happen after-” You cover his mouth with a squeak. “Shhh, do not and I mean do not finish that sentence or I swear I will-”
“Will what?” He asks after moving your hand from his mouth. “See, now you’re all quiet. I don’t think you actually have anything to say.” You purse your lips, annoyed with right he is and how close he’s gotten and how sweet he was tonight, especially now and- “Oh, screw it.” You take a deep breath and cup his cheeks, pulling him close- almost expecting him to pull away until he starts kissing you back. You don’t know how long you stood there kissing him but you eventually realized what you were doing and with who then you began to pull back. He leans in closer with his eyes still closed until he opens them and finds you covering your mouth with wide eyes. “Don’t freak out.”
“I’m not,” you scoff as you bend down to pull off your shoes, you almost fall until he helps stabilize you. You stare at him for a second as you stand there holding your heels. “See something you like?” He teases. You let out a quiet squeak and shuffle towards Alex’s room, gingerly closing the door. You press your forehead against the door and nearly combust. “What did I do?” “Go to sleep,” Alex groans. “You nearly scream but eventually calm down and go to bed.
You wake up to a glass of water and tylenol on the nightstand and know who it’s from. You slowly make your way downstairs, still in your pajamas with your hair barely thrown up in a messy bun. You step off the last step when you hear his voice. “Should I take a picture now for your blackmail?” You roll your eyes and take the cup of coffee from him. “It’s too early for this.” You frown, realizing the coffee tastes exactly how you like it. “How did you-”
He shrugs, “I’ve noticed how you take your coffee and thought you might want some.” “Well,” you glance at him from the corner of your eye, “thank you.”
“Any time.” “He really likes her,” Phil whispers to Claire. She nods, “he really does. How long till you think they finally admit they like each other?” “He’s going to break later.”
“Really?” She turns to her husband, “you think that soon.”
He shrugs with a small grin as he sips his coffee, “I have a feeling.”
Paul with the quiet reader who’s got a mouth (and is his imprint)
He was not happy to see you in the orange truck, with the one person who knew how to mess with the peace that’s been present for years
He hasn’t spoken to you in YEARS but that doesn’t change the fact that he remembers what it’s like to be scared
He didn’t like when you followed her out of the truck or when you nearly stepped in front of her to protect her from Jake
Or when you stood in front of him and pushed the two behind you
He hated the fact that you were there at all because you’re so- so-
Shit
You were more than confused and pissed off when Sam told him to go as he and Jake ran off to fight
You were definitely not going to follow them in the house
You tried to leave before anything else WEIRD could happen but you know, that didn’t work when the two stood by the truck as you were having a moral dilemma (stay or steal Bella’s truck, kindly return it, offer yourself up for your crime, and face the punishment from her father)
Bella was not going to deal with this alone and ran out, all but shoving you into the direction of the house while all the boys watched amused
You briskly walked into the house, leaving them all behind and stood awkwardly near the kitchen counter until Emily slid a muffin to you
You said nothing throughout the entire ordeal and hung back
Paul was the one to approach you (with his nerves FRIED)
“Oh, now you want to stop being a dick and talk to me?”
Everyone starts cackling, even Sam.
“I could honestly care less about whatever is going on so you can leave me alone and I would love a signed copy of your cookbook,” you said, turning to Emily for the last part.
“I don’t have a cookbook.”
“You need to make one and I want a signed copy because I can’t even get the warmth you poured into this.”
Bella tried kicking you out (jelly of everyone talking to you, even Jake)
You chucked her keys out the window in retaliation
Everyone learned to take it easy with you (as to not become a victim of your words)
Embry and Jared left pouting after you call the puppies (“pussy puppies” because they p couldn't kill a bug for Emily while Sam was out)
Quill almost started crying after you bullied him in scrabble
Jake nearly fell down the stairs as you barked at him for acting like a “love sick puppy”
Sam ran to Emily’s arms as you judged him for his dramatic walk in the rain after shifting one late night
Emily nearly cut her hand on an apple after you shamed her bed head (due to... stuff)
Paul always swoons when you're sassy (not that he'd ever say so)
You barely acknowledge Paul as is and him you despite his wanting to be near you all the time
Que Bella drama, you being dragged around, and almost dying for Paul to confess everything
You two take over a year before going out on an actual date BUT that makes it better and means more to the two of you
The power of friends to strangers to enemies to friends to lovers makes it worth it
“He was too much of a baby to ask me out.”
He pouts, “I was not.”
You smile and squeeze his hand. “It's okay. You're still my tough, big, bad wolf.”
“I feel the opposite.”
You roll your eyes. “Excuse me for trying to boost your ego squirrel brain.”
“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Sundown asks, wincing at the sight of Iceman, Maverick, Slider, Goose and Wolfman running away from you.
“I mean,” Hollywood scratches the back of his neck. “Hell, if I knew. I told those fools not to do it, but they were the ones that insisted on it.”
Sundown scoffs as he lowers his aviators. “And you believed them? I mean Ice and Slider I can see but listening to Wolf, Goose, and Maverick,” he whistled. “You were played like a fiddle and made one hell of a fool.”
You let out a war cry as you jump onto one of the work benches.
Iceman and Maverick stop with wide eyes. “Oh sh-”
Slider runs in behind them and topples onto them.
All three wince at the impact.
“Everybody break!” Goose barrels past the three men pile up while you jump on top of Wolfman’s back.
“You little pricks,” you yank his hat off him and smack his head over and over.
The man cries, literally sobbing with apologies, trying to blame the others.
You step away, wiping your hands on the pants of your half zipped flight suit. Merlin, Hollywood, and Sundown sit at the makeshift lunch table.
“Where- uh- where did the guys go?” Hollywood asks, poorly trying to be discreet.
“No,” Merlin chimes in.
“Better thought,” Sundown adds. “Still can’t believe you haven’t killed each other yet.” He chuckles, stealing Wolfman’s chips.
Merlin nods, taking a bit of Maverick’s (second) sandwich.
You shrug and reach for the wipes you started keeping in the hanger to make cleaning the grease off your fingers easier.
You sigh and slam the wipe onto the table top much to the others disapproval.
“We shared a room together in high school, well two rooms because I was smart enough to get my own,” you chuckle. “If we could survive that, we could survive anything.”
“That looked the opposite of surviving,” Hollywood mutters earning a chuckle from the other two.
You purse your lips, “it’s not my fault they’re afraid to mess with me.”
“We don’t want to die,” Slider and Maverick shout from their chairs.
“We want to live,” Wolfman and Goose plead.
“Someone take that hammer and take my hearing,” Iceman begs.
You snort, “bet you all learned your lesson now?”
You turn to see them all tied to the chairs in a circle, looking like the worst version of musical chairs.
“YES!”
“Too bad, I’m still pissed.” You steal Wolfman’s after lunch treat (a pastry from his favorite bakery). “C’mon, guys.”
“Wait- noooo!!” Slider, Wolfman, Maverick, and Iceman scream.
“I will pay you to let me go.”
“Goose, you barely have ten cents to your name let alone enough for me to even begin to think about letting you out.”
“Rude!”
“Bye boys,” you wave at them with a victorious grin.
You sit on the bench, minding your own business as you wrap the yarn around your fingers.
“Oi, what’re you workin’ on there, grandma?”
The only person to give you such a rude nickname jogs closer to you, leaning down with his arm resting on his knee.
You roll your eyes. “You’re a little shit, Tartt.”
He chuckles with a wide smirk. “What are you workin’ on?” He shrugs, glancing over your project with genuine interest.
Despite what you may think, he genuinely is interested in the things you make and if he’s able to get a little rise out of you, well, that’s a perk.
You hum, “I’m making leg warmers because it’s so fucking cold here. Ted, lied to me about the weather and now I’m the one dealing with the repercussions.”
“Oh, is that it?” He hums, standing up placing his hands on his head as he stretches. “I wouldn’t know how cold it is.”
You scoff, “yeah cause you run hot.”
He turns to you with his hands still on his head. “You think I’m hot?” he smirks.
You roll your eyes. “I did not say that.”
“Nah, nah,” he teases while jogging down the seats towards the field. “You called me hot.” He spins around, still smirking as he jogs backwards.
“I said run hot! As in you- oh forget it,” you mumble. You huff as your loop falls off your crochet hook. "Little prick, making me lose my place."
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Now you weren’t friends with him per se but you had been in classes together but never became friends (much to Steve’s dismay, oop)
You were/ are friends with the one and only (gun slinging [will be bait girly]) Nancy Wheeler
Robin knows you from band, although you two didn’t play the same instrument, it didn’t mean you two wouldn’t bond
Billy knew you because of your car knowledge
He happened to pass you one day while you were fixing your own car (and after that, you were the only one he let touch his baby)
Eddie knew you because of your (superior) taste in music
He caught sight of you at the record store and couldn’t pass the opportunity to talk to you (strike) make a fool of himself
And from the others, they never actually but in the effort to befriend you despite enjoying talking to you
You only got roped up into this and got involved because of El
You befriended the girl after saving the boys
And then almost got attacked yourself but luckily you had your bow and arrow on you, which you use to take down the demo
After that night, you started getting closer to Steve but never cross the “barrier” into having a crush because you don’t know how you fully feel about him (you still remember him being a dick)
Everyone knows Steve loves you (after he has some time to grieve his and Nancy’s relationship)
Billy used to tease you constantly about it before he died
That brought you closer to Max
Then when Vecna finally showed his skinless ass, he tried getting you and failed because you could get out by thinking of your friends plus music (ofc)
Which brought out the worst thing you could have ever imagined, Eddie’s death and it killed you
You and Dustin grieve the hardest (in different but similar ways)
Even in the worst of times, Steve still tries to pursue you
You then had to break it to him by explaining how he's in a different league, a different kind of beautiful (if you will) right before “sacrificing yourself”
Everyone thought you died
You did too for a second
And then Badass Warrior you, Ghost Billie, and Demo-bat Eddie came in clutch
El Banished you three out saying she got it handled so you helped in other areas where you could
Steve was thrown for a loop at the sight of you three, especially when you got Billy and Eddie (to not only work together but save Nancy)
“You guys go get her!” You shout as you try to jump out.
Eddie grabs you before you can even exit the hive mind. “Are you insane?!”
“Oh, so you and Billy can do it but I can’t?”
“We’ll live, you won’t,” Billy murmurs.
You charge at the belly of the beast just as the two starting attacking it
You think everyone was relieved at Max coming back, it was even more emotional with you
You barely remember a thing that happened until the kids try getting you into the truck
You, Eddie, and Billy sneak away (much to big dick Steve’s dismay [which Billy and Eddie tease you two about endlessly])
You couldn’t figure out why you three were stuck in this building, partly listening to the group crying out for the girl until the door opens
You tear up, realizing why the boys pulled you in here
“Are you sure?”
She nods with drenched cheeks, unable to get a word out.
“We’ll watch over them,” you promise her before easing her down as the two hold the wooden plank. “Be safe and I mean that.”
“I’ll be okay,” she whispers.
You could barely look at anyone after that, not to mention the issues you three were dealing with
Billy dealing with backlash of his “rise from the dead”
Eddie going through the same thing but everyone still labeling him a freak no matter how many times you guys rewrote history, making it clear he did nothing to Christy
And you, were pretty much dealing with the same issue but more so when no one wanted to hire any of you (Keith was running out of business ideas otherwise he would have hired you all)
Then came Steve, the one who said the wrong things and pushed when he probably shouldn’t
You found him a week after you decided to stop listening to their bitching and moaning about how “Steve keeps calling and gets all sad it’s not you” Billy “Steve wants to talk to you” - Eddie “Get off the damn couch and talk to your boyfriend” - Eddie “Get Harrington off the line, Max is supposed to call” - Billy “Steve wants to know if you have kids– no? - alright scratch that, he wants to know if the kids are here. If you spoke up Harrington, maybe we would understand you” - Eddie
You sat on the hood of his (new) car and couldn’t figure out what you wanted to say but knew you had to talk to him
He was more than surprised to see you out of your house than anything, more so sitting on his (new) car
You roll your eyes. “Can it, Steve. I’m not scratching your precious car.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Don’t even try. We both know that’s what you were really worried about.”
“I wasn’t,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I could care less about the care at this moment.”
“Alright then, say I humor you and agree.” You lean closer, “what’s really got you rattled?”
He raises his head, “you mean other than the fact that you’re actually here?” He lets out a faux chuckle. “Not much.”
“Is that supposed to move me?”
He rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. “You know, you could be a little nicer considering we all mourned you. I mean I-” he scoffs. “I kept hoping for you to return and kept waiting for you to but then-”
“Then what?” You push yourself off the car, standing in front of him.
“Do you remember what you told me?”
“When?”
He tilts his head as he narrows his eyes at you. “You know when.”
You purse your lips, realizing he meant when Vecna kidnapped you, just before, he thought he got Eddie (who has a little ghostly help from a fellow hot head).
You grin at him and whisper, “go.”
He shakes his head. “What are you doing? We can get out of this!” Dustin starts pulling him back.
You shake your head, slowly stepping back. “Not everyone, honey.”
“No, no,” he starts panicking, thrashing in Dustin’s hold. “Get off me, Henderson! We can get out together, come on.” He reaches out for you. “Henderson, stop.” He tries shoving his arms away. “Come on, please don’t.”
“Hey!”
His eyes focus on you, almost as if he was trying to remember what you looked like… in case.
“Remember what I told you?” You ask him.
He pauses for a second, staring at you with a confused look. “What?”
“You’re a different kind of beautiful, Steve.” You give him a two finger salute, “and now you’ll need to show the world about it when I’m gone.” His eyes widen as he starts panicking worse. He takes long steps, dragging Dustin behind him. “No, no.” The younger boy pleads with him. “We can’t- Henderson, let go,” he breaks free from the hold and sprints toward you but you’re miles ahead now and he falls to the ground. He screams at it, pounding his fist against it. “I won’t lose them next time,” the dark voice taunts him. He spins around seeing the one who ruined everything. He wants to scream and fight with everything in him but he opens his eyes and finds a panicked you, standing in front of him.
You shrug. “I still stand by it.”
“By what?”
You smirk, “you’ve always been a different kind of beautiful, Stevie.”
He shakes his head, hoping you don’t see his reddened cheeks. “Yeah, yeah.”
“You know why I’m here, right?”
“You mean other than to scratch my car and make me hope I’m not stuck somewhere with Vecna poisoning me? No.” He crosses his arms, standing a little closer.
You roll your eyes, “I fought like hell, quite literally with the dead for so fucking long because I never got the chance to admit my feelings.”
“Feelings?” He repeats with a hopeful gaze in his eyes.
You roll your eyes, “you are as dense as Will when he pretends like he’s not eyeing some hot guy.” You push yourself off the car and cup his cheeks, “I am not irreversibly in love with you Steven “the hair” Harrington. I nearly killed myself at the chance of being in that psycho’s hold any longer and-”
He leans in, “can you kiss you?” He frowns, “wait- no. I meant-”
“I know what you meant.” You lean in closer, “yes, you can kiss me… as long as you don’t mind me messing up your hair.”
“I will beg you too if I have to.”
“Oh, beggi-”
- And when you two decided to make things official, the whole group nearly sighed in relief
- Especially Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin during your guys monthly rooftop meeting
“When are we going to see Steve’s six nuggies?” Robin asks.
You throw your pillow at her as she whines and begs for mercy.
- Not to mention when you started showing up to the games with snack baggies for each player, everyone knew sooner or later Steve (and you) would get your six little nuggets
- You nearly maimed Eddie, Billy, and Dustin when they started joking about you carrying a litter (thanks to Robin)
- Everything finally felt, safe. The way it did when you were a kid
- You thanked whoever and whatever was listening to you up above because of the fact that you’re here
You stare up at the ceiling as your mind drifts to what if's.
What if you hadn't been brushed off by Eddie, would you still have found yourself in bed with him?
What if Steve hadn't dated Nancy, would you two still have been friends with benefits?
What if-
"You look like you've got a lot going through that mind of yours."
You turned to the blond man, tugging the sheet further up your chest. "Nope, nothing. What're you thinking?"
The corner of his lips twitch, "what makes you think I'm thinking of something?"
"You've got that little wrinkle in between your brows."
He huffs, blowing his cigarette smoke opposite of where you lay. "You keeping an eye on me or something?"
You roll your eyes, turning to get out of bed as you reach for your shirt, throwing it over your head before slipping out of bed. "You wish, William."
"I told you not to call me that," he grumbles.
You turn around after slipping your underwear back on and wink. "But riling you up is so much more fun."
He flicks the ash of his cigarette in the ash tray (you force him to use whenever you're around). "I don't like it."
(Lies.)
You throw your socks and bra into your bag as you stuff your feet into your shoes before exiting through his window, in worry of Max ever finding out.
The younger teen likes you too much and threatened Billy numerous times if he ever tried to get close to you on a more than platonic level.
He slips his boxers on and leans in the window, walking as you trot to your car before taking your exit.
-
You close your bedroom door, still working off your surprise of seeing him, at your door.
The door clicks shut, and he takes a seat at the edge of your bed as he fiddles with his pockets, most likely in search of a cigarette.
You start lifting your shirt. "Is this happening or not, Hargrove?"
"Not," he blows out smoke.
You lower your shirt. "Fine." You sit at your desk. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
He raises a brow. "You're serious?"
"Deadly. Out you go."
He scoffs. "You seriously only want me for sex?"
You glance over your shoulder with a deadpan expression. "Told you that the first time I stuck my hand in your pants."
"Fine then." The bed springs bounce as his weight lifts from them. "I don't need you anyway. I can get any girl I want."
"Uh huh. Tell that to me next time you come to me begging for you to cum."
He slams his hand against your desk and leans in. "Say that again."
"We both know you get off on this," you smile at him, tracing a finger across his arm. "Tell Heather she can suck my clit if she doesn't like that you fuck me more." You shove him away and focus on your homework you were working on prior to his unexpected visit.
That was the second to last time you saw him.
-
You saw him one last time, just after he had gotten taken over without realizing it.
You thought he had gotten a cold with how drained he looked. "Are- hey, Bill, you okay?"
He pauses at the sight of you. It almost alarmed you with how heated his gaze was on you and then it really did as he sped up.
Your brows rose up before you tucked tail and took off.
You fall down with two bodies landing on you.
You groan and find Max and her friend, El on top of you. You can hear his echoing footsteps and fear fills you again.
You want to scream and cry, barely focusing on the two girls as they explain what they need to do.
You scream as he begs to be let out and-
-
Eddie waves a hand in front of you. "Where'd you go?"
You offer a small smile. "To a time just before I was so fucked in the head."
He nods, "yeah, I wish I could do that. I think I've always been a little fucked in the head though."
You hum, "stop smoking so much and you might."
"Uncalled for."
You smile as he searches for a box of cereal.
You sigh, wondering how you wound up here. You reach into your pocket and fiddle with the lighter, thinking about his pretty blue eyes.
Max reaches for you, holding your hand.
You give her a small smile, hardly listening to the others as they come up with a plan to take down the newest bad guy in town that unfortunately wants the sister (of the guy you can never have).
