#o.c

Seth Cohen x reader

Summary: Seth Cohen can't explain why instead of Summer, he can't get her best friend out of his head

Warnings: forbidden love, angst kinda

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You weren’t supposed to matter.

Not to him.

You were just the other girl- Summer’s shadow, her loudest laugh, her sharpest edge. The girl with the smart mouth. The one who made fun of Seth’s comic book collection and rolled her eyes every time he mentioned Death Cab.

The one who once shoved a powdered donut in his face because he called Clueless “overrated.”

And yet somehow… you’d slipped under his skin.

Seth Cohen used to think love was supposed to look a certain way.

It was supposed to be Summer Roberts in slow motion. Glossy brown hair, bare shoulders, lip gloss and laughter. It was sitting on his roof doodling her name like he was in some coming-of-age indie movie.

She was it. The goal. The dream.

But now, when he tried to think of her- her laugh, her eyes, her voice- it felt faded. Like an old photograph that had been left in the sun too long.

And you? You were in high definition.

-

It started small.

He noticed your hair first. How they shimmered gold when you stood by the lockers and the sun hit just right. How it bounced when you walked, wild and unapologetic.

Then he noticed your dimples.

Not when you were posing, or performing for anyone- but in those rare, unguarded moments when you really laughed. Like when Ryan tried to make waffles and nearly set the Cohens’ kitchen on fire. You’d laughed so hard you snorted, cheeks warm, eyes crinkled.

Seth had felt something break open in his chest.

And once the door opened, it didn’t close.

You were always supposed to be the rival.

His opposite. His quick-witted nemesis. The girl who saw through his sarcasm and threw it back tenfold.

But now, he found himself wanting to talk to you. Looking for you in crowded rooms. Memorizing the little things: the way your fingers curled when you were nervous, the chipped nail polish on your right thumb, the scent of your vanilla perfume mixed with sea salt.

You were in his head. All the time.

And worst of all?

You were Summer’s best friend.

Meanwhile, Summer was starting to notice Seth.

Too late.

It was subtle at first. She’d find herself glancing at him in class when he made a sarcastic comment under his breath. Seeing his one dimple. Noticing his jawline when he tilted his head back to laugh. Realizing that maybe, maybe, there was something kind of charming about the way he always had a comic book in his back pocket.

She started inviting him to hang out with your trio. At first it was a joke.

But then… it wasn’t.

“Ugh, why does he have to be kind of cute when he’s being annoying?” Summer said one afternoon, flopping onto your bed, scrolling through her phone.

You looked up from your sketchbook. "Who?" Your hair was bound to a messy bun, which moved with each of your movements.

She blinked. "Seth." Her brown eyes shone mischievously as she stared at the ceiling.

Your heart stuttered.

You smiled, too quickly. "Oh, Sum. Don't go soft on Cohen." Your hand brushed a curl out of your face as you turned away from her, your smile now extinguished.

But your hands were suddenly shaking. You set the sketchbook down.

Summer liked him now.

And you... you’d fallen in love with him weeks ago.

You didn’t even realize when it happened. There was no one moment. Just a thousand little ones.

Late-night debates in the kitchen while everyone else slept. Long walks home from school where your bickering slowly turned into confessions. The time he stayed up all night helping you study for AP Lit and brought you Pop-Tarts and three highlighters “for emotional support.”

And the way he looked at you now- like you were the only person in the room.

Even when Summer was standing right next to you.

Especially then.

-

He started drawing you.

Little sketches in the margins of his notebooks. Your eyes. Your hair. Your smirk. Your dimples.

He caught himself one day, flipping through the pages in class, and realizing there wasn’t a single drawing of Summer anymore.

Just you.

Just... you.

It all came to a head one night at the beach bonfire.

The Newport crowd was drinking and shouting around the flames. Music thumped from a Bluetooth speaker. Summer was glued to Seth’s side- laughing, flirting, flipping her hair like she was trying to bottle him up before he could slip away again.

And you watched it all with a forced smile, your heart cracking in slow, quiet pieces.

He didn’t notice Summer’s hand brushing his arm.

Didn’t notice the way she leaned into him, looking up with a hopeful smile.

Because he was already watching you.

You were sitting by the water, barefoot in the sand, the wind tugging your curls in wild directions. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes glowing with firelight, and you were laughing at something Ryan said- head thrown back, carefree and real.

Seth’s breath caught.

He felt it then- clearer than anything.

He didn’t love Summer.

He never really had.

Because this was love.

Messy, inconvenient, impossible love.

And it belonged to you.

-

He found you later, alone, toes dipped in the surf.

You didn’t look at him when he sat beside you.

"Summer seems to like you now" you said quietly. Your eyes remained on the sand and your hands crossed and placed themselves on your bent knees.

He sighed. "Yeah." His brown eyes were on you, on your stunning side profile. "Seems like it." He bit his lower lip in despair while exhaling deeply.

"Isn't that what you always wanted?" Your voice was calm, almost inaudible, if his complete attention was not focused on you.

He turned to you, heart pounding. "It was." It felt like a foreign language on his lips, his hand tingling as his gaze wandered to your hands, longing for your touch.

You finally met his eyes- and something in your chest twisted.

"But now?" he said, voice breaking a little. "All I see is you." It was nothing more than a whisper, but you heard it clearly. Your eyes shone with emotions as you looked into his.

The air between you was heavy, brimming with everything unspoken.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “You’re not just saying that because she’s not the one anymore?”

"No," he said. "I'm saying it because you are." His voice sounded firm and sure, which caused you to have a quick heart palpitations when you swallowed heavily.

Silence.

And then your hand brushed his. A spark, a tremble. Then fingers laced together- slow, hesitant, electric. His skin so warm and soft on yours, which is why you couldn't help but stroke your thumb over his finger face, whereupon his eyes closed briefly while he exhaled a deep breath.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

He opened his eyes and smiled. “You really don’t.”

“No,” you admitted, heart thudding like waves against the shore. “I really don’t.”

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Trigger Warning!

Non-consensual impregnation and assault of a minor by a medical professional, victim blaming

"Our daughter was a sweet child, she always dreamed of helping others, and she was dedicated to going to med school since she was 10. We..We never could have imagined something like this could have happened. Doctor Harris was such a kind man who was helping our family and giving Roweena a chance at a better life." - Loralei Jameson, the mother of the missing woman, Roweena Jameson

Name: Roweena Jameson

Age: 17

Location: Mother's Manor

Rank: Child of Intentions, sixth of Mother's children

Voice: AJ Michalka as Catra

Small Backstory Overview: They say never to meet your heroes. Roweena Jameson never thought that could apply to her, after all, her heroes were doctors. She admired them and strived to be one since she was 10 years old. But oh, how she never could have known how her life would be altered by one day at 15. Her parents took her to a beautiful flower field for a picnic. When they were only 20 minutes into eating, a storm suddenly brewed, lightning struck throughout the field, and then, in the blink of an eye, Roweena was struck. Her parents rushed her to the nearest hospital, where she was put in a medically induced coma to help her body heal.

Though it lasted longer than first intended due to her brain swelling not going down as fast as they anticipated, it went from a one-month coma to a five-month coma. As her parents were losing hope, it was revealed by a nurse that their daughter was pregnant, 4 months along. Roweena's main doctor came forth and admitted to assaulting their daughter regularly, saying that she looked much like his late wife when they were teenagers. Her parents, to soothe their conscience about this happening to their only daughter, said that this was all part of a greater plan and never pressed charges, and helped pay off nurses to never report this or to ignore test results.

So poor Roweena wakes up at the 5-month mark from her coma to being pregnant, and her parents say that once she turns 18, they expect her to get married to her doctor since she is having his child. They told her this was a chance for her to have a better life.. They pulled her from school, and the doctor, Edward Harris, came to visit almost daily, always touching her stomach and talking about the wedding. Her parents even allowed him to attend all the prenatal appointments. When she went into labour, 4 months away from her 17th birthday, her body could not push the baby out, her hips tooo narrow, so she had to get a C-section. And while she was healing, she saw her daughter once, to name her.

Then, the doctor took the baby to his home and started ignoring Roweena's parents' calls. And he filed a motion to revoke Roweena's parental rights. She escaped the hospital while recovering, the rage of a child and a mother wrapped into her being as she broke into Edward's home and killed him with a butcher's knife from the kitchen. She castrated him before craddling her daughter, Rosaline, and escaping. She ran and ran and ran. She headed south to Idyllwild, a town only about a 6-hour walk from her small hometown. She stayed near the woods with her daughter, stealing medical supplies from homes during the night to keep her wounds clean.

When a woman found her, she had blonde hair and spoke with a Russian accent, saying that she knew of a group that could help her and her child, keep them safe and well fed, and all they asked for in exchange was help with medical care, as it seemed Roweena had some knowledge. This freaked Roweena out as this meant she had been watched. But she accepted nonetheless, as she could not stay on the run forever. Soon, she was helping the normal members heal simple things like broken wrists and sore throats. Rosaline would get babysat by a small group of middle-aged women, and Roweena would get all the medical textbooks she could want. She became close with the blonde woman named Marzanna. Though she soon discovered that this was not a normal retreat like she was told.

It was a cult, and the leader, Marzanna, and the other leaders were killers. She at first tried to escape, which led to a personal meeting with the Mother, who offered her a place as a leader and promised to personally help with Rosaline. In exchange, Roweena will start to personally help take care of what she calls her "Children." And train others to be basic medical assistants for the more normal people of the cult. Roweena reluctantly agreed and soon was being sent on missions only with child predators, and she started to find fulfillment in cleaning up the world.

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