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Young Sherlock

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Obvious To It All

The Library Meetings 2

James Moriarty x Y/N

Summary: Y/N Ashborne, a Lord’s daughter, studies at Oxford university until married. She meets a young man who is a little reckless and who seems to have found a liking in her.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Somehow, by the time they did spend together, James became a dear friend of you.

Though whispers of habits spent late at night did not go unnoticed.

You had heard of the many reckless nights spend by him and girls.

You found out James liked to cause fights in pubs, on the school grounds and on the streets.

But this all stood in contrast to the way he seemed to behave around you.

Of course he was charming and a little harsh. As if every action was already overthought and calculated.

It remained a reason, as to why you didn’t know anything about James life.

Sure, you knew he was incredibly smart and mysteriously reckless, but you failed to understand where he came from. What life he had left behind. You were sure to not ask him, for you weren’t sure you really wanted an answer.

There was one thing you knew for sure, spending time at Oxford with James, was far more pleasant than spending time at home.

You had just arrived back from your family. Happy to be back at Oxford, where things were more simple for you.

Sure, classes took a toll on you, but you didn’t have to live up to your parent’s expectations. For they, didn’t care much what you did at Oxford.

It had been sat in stone pretty soon, that you were only allowed to study at Oxford, if you would marry after graduation.

That was the foundation for an intellectual wife, your father always said.

Your home always reminded you of what was expected of you.

You had found James nearly as soon as you arrived. He was always just there.

He was merely walking into the library, when you saw him.

“Mister Moriarty.” You exclaimed.

He turned and smiled a little.

“Miss Y/N.” He said mockingly.

“You are back!” He stated, looking at you.

He was holding a book in his hand, surely flitting through it’s pages before you were there.

“I am.” You said

“What book were you reading?” You asked interested.

“Oh it’s nothing.” He said simply, closing the book and immediately holding it at his side.

“Philosophy” he said then.

You weren’t sure he was telling the truth. It seemed strange he didn’t show you.

“I’m glad I found you.” You smiled instead if saying something else.

“My time at home was filled with a lot of lonely walks.” You added, trying to lighten the mood.

“Now you have company.” He said.

“I hope so.”

“Today is the new school year’s celebration before dinner.” You said.

James shrugged his shoulders.

“I heard.”

When you were sitting in the large dining hall, James couldn’t help but look at a certain porter, who seemed strangely out of place. You tried talking to him but the conversation went elsewhere.

When everyone was clapping along to Hodge’s welcoming words for the new students, James stood beside you, though his focus seemed to be elsewhere.

Then, the porter was talking to Mycroft Holmes and Hodges. James was watching them contently.

“What is it with them?” You asked.

“He doesn’t fit in.” James said, completely out of focus.

You didn’t ask further questions, though you wanted to know why James was so secretive.

A day later, you had your remaining belongings brought to your chambers.

When a knock appeared at her wooden doors, you opened expecting it to be the older porter, who had worked here for years, but seeing no other than the young men James had recently stared at.

“Oh.” Y/N only looked at him for a minute.

“Lady Ashborne, these are your remaining travel documents.” The porter said casually. “Oh yes, bring them in.” You opened the door further, pointing at the table in the middle of your chambers.

“You can leave them here.”

Turning around to look at him. “You are new.” “Yes.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said.

But before he was walking out the door, you asked “You were talking to Mycroft Holmes and the Professor at dinner yesterday evening.”

He turned around, looking at you too. “Yes.”

“Do you know any of them?” You asked.

“I do know Mycroft Holmes a bit.” He stated.

You wanted to know more about him.

“It seemed like a conversation between two people who know each other.” You explained. “Well Miss Ashborne, if that is everything I’ll leave.” You felt silly. Why would a total stranger tell you personal information. Why did you want to know anyway. It was James who was interested.

So you took a look at your suitcases and returned to look at him with a polite smile instead. “Yes, thank you.” and then, before he left, you added, “I’m sorry for keeping you.”

Only a day later, you and James were sitting in a class together. The professor was asking a question regarding to one of his books, though no one had an answer.

Eventually, the answer didn’t come from the students in the class but from outside of it. Someone, who had merely just passed by.

You turned to look who read the Professors book.

In the door stood the porter who had caught James attention and who, kindly, had brought you your belongings the day prior.

He is smart, you thought.

After the class, James told you he would remain and go to the library afterwards.

So you went alone.

James didn’t tell you he would be waiting for the porter in Hodge’s class. Because he had recognised a pattern. The young man made his way over to the chalkboard and began to answer the homework. And so it was, that James and Sherlock became acquaintances.

James was the first to initiate a handshake. “James Moriarty.” He stated with a smirk. “Sherlock Holmes.”

A week later Y/N had searched for James in whole Oxford. It was something that occurred strangely often since her return.

Her Professor had told her that Jamed needed to submit his exam. Soon.

This particular situation had happened more than once. James seemed to submit later or way too late and still managed to get the highest grade possible.

So she searched for him everywhere.

It was strange enough that she hadn’t seen him all day. Usually he would have been waiting for her outside of the class either way.

It had been raining when Y/N nearly gave up searching. She had made it inside nearly on time, only a few drops of rain had gotten onto her cloak and her dress, her hair had gotten much more soaked. “Great” she thought.

If he isn’t in there, it is his own problem. She told herself.

The only place left she could think of now was the library, though she thought he may have been studying, she found him sitting at the far back, between library shelves.

Opposite him, sat the new porter. The one he had been observing. A bottle of alcohol on the table and glasses in hand.

“James!” Y/N stated, already walking along the vast bookshelves. The library now empty.

The young men besides James turned around immediately. James, in difference, didn’t look at her. He simply smiled.

“Y/N.” he stated shortly after.

When you had reached them, you smoothed out your dress, relieved the search had been done.

“I’ve searched everywhere for you!” You said exhausted.

He turned to look at you, smiling.

“You searched for me?” He asked, almost amused.

“Yes.” You said casually. Looking at him as if it didn’t matter.

He scooted over, making space for you. It had become a habit.

Though you didn’t sit down immediately, taking off your gloves first.

James watched you for a moment. Observed, like he always did.

“You came here in the rain?” He asked.

“It was only a little.” You said.

“Alone?” He added.

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I managed perfectly well.”

“This isn’t the point.”

You smiled.

“I am here now.”

James looked at you for another moment, before looking back at the man infront of him.

“This is Sherlock Holmes.” He stated.

You looked at him.

This surprised you.

“Holmes?” You asked Sherlock.

“Yes.” Sherlock said.

“You are related to Mycroft!” You said, excitedly. “I am.” Sherlock said with a smirk.

James looked between the two of you.

“You know him?” James asked suspiciously, trying to sound unaffected. Though you knew he didn’t like it from the way he seemed to stop your conversation.

“I know his brother.” You stated, taking off the second glove and laying it on the table in front of you.

“He often works with my father. He knows him rather well.” You added.

“Ah.” James said, looking at Sherlock.

“Of course.” There was an edge in his voice. You noticed but couldn’t quite put your finger on why it annoyed him.

“Thank you again for my belongings, Mister Holmes.” You said eventually.

“You’re welcome.”

“Why have you searched for me?” James interrupted again. This time, with his familiar smirk. He leaned back in his chair, now more relaxed, as your attention was back on him.

“The professor wants your exam as soon as possible James. You are late!” You stated as you sat down next to him.

“Oh.” He said simply.

“You need to submit it, James.”

“I will.” He said, taking his glass that sat in front of him in his hand to move the liquor in it.

“You said that last week.”

“And yet, I am still here.”

You sighed.

“And I want you to look over my writing.” You said then.

“Okay.”

“Why are you here drinking anyway?” You asked both of them.

James laughed.

“Lovely Y/N.” He smirked again.

He had used his charm as a disatraction from you questions a lot.

When you didn’t say anything in response, his smiled faded. He studied you for a moment. Chin moving upward, in acknowledgment.

“I suppose that was everything you had to tell me.” He said then. Voice a little less playful now.

You stood up again, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed in your dress.

“I suppose that was everything.” You said simply, not wanting to let him know you were upset.

“Goodnight James.” You added.

“I will escort you.”

“There’s no need to.”

“Yes there is you’ve been wandering through the grounds alone.”

“I can manage.” You said quietly.

“I know.”

As James stood up, putting on his jackett she turned to look back at Sherlock.”

Sherlock, who had been observing everything for the past few minutes. Who had been sitting quietly opposite to James.

“Well then, goodnight Mister Holmes.” You turned to him, taking the gloves from where they were lying on the table.

“Goodnight Miss Ashborne.” Sherlock said in response.

“Shall we?”James said.

You linked your arm in his and left.

When James returned, Sherlock was still there.

James poured himself another glass.

“You are observing. What is it?” He asked.

“She calls you by your first name.” He said shortly as James was sitting down opposite to him.

He looked up at Sherlock, expression neutral.

“Y/N is a friend of mine.” James simply said in response, a smirk now on his face. He leaned back and drank out if his glass.

“Lady Ashborne is a friend of yours?” Sherlock asked, not believing him.

“Yes.”

“How so.” Sherlock seemed to stare. His eyes bore into James.

“She’s very..”

He pretended to think of a word to describe her. Raising his eyebrows, he mockingly said, “sweet.”

“She’s a lady, she’s a lord’s daughter!”

“I know.”

“James!”

“What?”

But then neither of them spoke.

James looked back at his glass, before glancing at Sherlock and breaking the silence.

He sighed.

“She asks me for help with her classes.” James said, taking another sip, then watching the liquor in move.

He said it as if it was explanation enough.

It wasn’t.

James knew this wasn’t the correct answer.

He searched you out most times.

He waited for you in hallways, he escorted you most days.

“You should be careful.” Sherlock said.

James looked at him.

Then he laughed.

A full, hearty laugh, loud and clear. As if Sherlock had said something amusing.

“You and your moral compass.” He said mockingly.

He took another sip, emptying his drink, then setting it down. The glass hit the table with a loud clink.

And with that, the conversation was over.

Somehow, they all became friends.

Studying became a habit and if sherlock had nothing better do to, he joined them in the library or the park.

Y/N grew accustomed to their arguments. Their bickering and speculations over one another.

They were able to turn everything in an argument.

Sometimes even the most underrated and unspectacular aspects seemed to become an argue aspect.

You found that, Sherlock and James, were a planet and a moon, drawn together by a gravitational force. But this draw also was what kept them in contest. It was what kept them to be better than the other. Outsmarting the other, each on their own, constantly challenging each other’s minds.

You found, that James seemed to challenge Sherlock in a way, he never had before.

You also noticed the way your friendship had become inevitable.

James had grown fond of you, he couldn’t deny that anymore.

Not even to himself.

In the beginning he found you amusing.

Something unexpected that kept his mind occupied.

Then you had become familiar.

And soon, he searched out for you.

Now, he noticed when you were gone. Noticed the way it made him feel.

James didn’t like this aspect. Didn’t like to let any person come too close.

So he tried to keep his distance.

But it was difficult. Because each time he tried to stay away, you found him.

One evening, he had avoided the library. And when he later walked past it, you saw him, quickly walking up to him.

“Mister Moriarty.” You had said.

“Lady Y/N.”

“You weren’t at the library.” You stated.

“I was occupied.”

“Oh.” You had said simply, looking almost sad, hiding it behind a small, polite smile.

“Well then, I won’t keep you.”

And you had made your way back to your table.

It made his life more difficult.

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Young Sherlock

Obvious To It All

Chapter 1| The Book On The Stairs

Chapter 2| Library Meetings

Rainy Day

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Obvious To It All

The Book On The Stairs 1

James Moriarty x Y/N

Summary: James Moriarty dislikes the Oxford stutends immensely. Though maybe a certain Lady isn’t too arrogant after all.

(This is going to be a series, so stay tuned.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 Chapter 5

James Moriarty hadn’t planned to meet Lady Ashborne that day. He had seen her before of course. Everyone had. Talking to other wealthy students, or sitting in class. He had observed her with the same amount he observed everything at Oxford. So he only paid a little amount of thoughts on her. Or any other Student in particular. Which only led to his own surprise at the following actions.

He had been walking through the hallway, his math lecture over. Before he made his way further down the long corridor, a book fell down the stairscase with a loud thud sound.

Step, by step.

James looked at it with mild interest. At first, he thought about letting it lay there.

Then, he heard shoes walking down the stairs. The heels were clicking on the marble stones. Sharp and rushed.

He looked up and his smile faded momentarily. Because lady Ashborne was walking down the stairs, looking embarrassed, like she caused great harm. For a reason, she seemed less arrogant like this, he thought. Maybe even fragile. Then, she looked back at the librarian apologetically, as if saying I’m sorry. Interesting, he thought. Perhaps this could amuse James after all. He bent automatically, picking it up quickly. Inspecting her book, closing its pages and turning it back around in his hand.

It was a hard cover.

A heavy and beautifully bound version. Greek Philosophy.

Interesting choice indeed.

Maybe Lady Ashborne wasn’t as predictable as he had thought.

By the time he straightened again, she had reached the end of the stairs, already looking at the book in his hand.

“I am so sorry.” She said quickly.

She had been walking back from the library, book in hand, wanting to go back to her chambers. But somehow she lost grasp of the book and it fell down the stairs.

Her voice caught him off guard. It was softer than he imagined. James looked back at the book lazily.

“If you don’t like the book,” he drawled, “you could hand it back instead of throwing it down the staircase.” His eyes darted back to her face and a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

In that moment, he told himself to look away, already having looked at her for way too long but somehow he didn’t want to. Y/N was ready to apologise.

“It was an accident.” She said embarrassed, apologetically.

She looked seriously concerned, blushing a little.

This only widened his smirk. It wasn’t that he enjoyed when people were embarrassed, but it didn’t happen often to see an aristocrat embarrassed. “

“I gathered.” He said.

“Thank you Mr..”

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

Now this was amusing.

She didn’t know his name.

“James Moriarty,” he added, with his smirk and an all too sure tone in his voice.

Y/N straightened her posture. Regaining composure.

“Well,” she moved her chin up. “thank you, Mister Moriarty.” She said, wanting to take the book out of his hand, already reaching for it.

James should have just handed it over to her. But his instincts told him otherwise. And as her hand reached for the book, he held it back a bit.

Her movements stopped.

There was the same look of uncertainty on her face. The one from the staircase.

And James smirked amused.

He took her hand in his.

James slowly lowered his head, brushing a gentle kiss against the back of her hand. Not mockingly. But charmingly.

Because it was one of the few things he knew. Charm his way into situations.

Without breaking eye contact, he whispered, “It was a pleasure meeting you,” he let her hand fall from his hold and handed her the book. And then he added a “Lady Ashborne.” Y/N looked at him for a second.

To his surprise she wasn’t shocked, only a little surprised. That’s what surprised him most. She was embarrassed by a book falling but not by him kissing her.

“Good day, Mister Moriarty.” James inclined his head a little, smirk back on his face and when she passed him, he saluted with a nod, “Lady Ashborne.” As she made her way down the corridor, he looked at her for way too long before continuing his way.

Out of interest, of course.

He saw her the next day.

And the day after that.

And the one after that.

He now saw her everywhere. And as much as he didn’t intend it, he couldn’t help but think of her.

So when he saw her walking in the park the next day, he tried to walk the other way around, only for her to look back and see him.

“Mister Moriarty.” She said, smiling.

Of course she had seen him.

He turned around.

“Lady Ashborne.”

“I hoped to see you again.” She said then.

He raised an eyebrow. This wasn’t what he had expected.

“Did you.” He stated.

And there it was.

The smirk back on his face.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before continuing.

“I heard you are a math student and I would need your help if you have enough time.” She asked.

This was unexpected.

And the problem was that she was so polite.

Of course Y/N had heard of the rumours surrounding James Moriarty the moment she had known of his existence.

In fact, she did not know why it had taken her so long to know of him at all.

Now that she knew of him, she heard the other students whisper rumours and stories ever so often. Also those, that told he was striking one good grade after the other.

As many rumours as she heard, she tried to make her own mind of the people.

“What is it you need help with?” He asked then.

“I could show you my papers at the library.” She said, while looking at him. “If it’s not troubling you.” She added.

“Then I could have a look at them tomorrow morning.” He said.

“Tomorrow.” Y/N repeated happily, not having expected help so soon.

He already began to walk away.

Then, he turned around and said “seven.”

They both parted ways, though James didn’t seem to come far until he stopped again.

Why exactly had he agreed? He didn’t fully know himself. He had no real interest in helping her.

At least that was, what he told himself.

Perhaps it had been the way she had just simply asked him.

Perhaps he wanted to know what problem she had.

Or perhaps it had been the aspect of an aristocratic person, especially a lady, reading greek philosophy and solving math problems.

There were plenty of explanations.

But James didn’t want to think about any of them for too long.

The next morning James arrived at the library five minutes early. He told himself he simply liked punctuality.

It certainly had nothing to do with Lady Ashborne.

When she arrived, she held a folder in hand.

“Now, what is it that’s been troubling you?” He asked

She opened the folder carefully and hesitated.

“Well?” He asked.

She handed him her papers.

He looked at them, expecting something usual. Something he would be able to solve in mere minutes and then he would be on his way, thinking about whatever he was thinking about before Y/N was taking up his time.

But when he saw the pages, read the problem, he was surprised.

It wasn’t a usual problem.

His expression changed.

He reread the question.

Then started to look over her solving.

“You already tried solving it?”

He was surprised.

“Multiple times.” She admitted.

Y/N sat beside him, looking at him expectingly.

She was waiting patiently for him to say something.

“You’ve made a mistake here.” He said then. Pointing at a line.

“Oh.” Y/N said.

“But the mistake isn’t the problem.” He said looking further.

“The solution is wrong.”

“So I wasn’t completely wrong.” She asked.

He should have solved the question and went on with his day. Instead, he took her pencil from next to her hand.

“I’ll show you the right solution.”

“I’m sorry I’m waisting your time.” She said then.

“You asked for help.”

Y/N agreed.

“And I said I would help.” He looked at her then. “So you aren’t wasting my time.” He added.

After an hour of calculation, they had the solution.

“That’s it?” Y/N asked.

“That’s it.”

“I can’t believe we’ve spent the entire morning on that.”

“You looked at it from the wrong perspective.” James said simply.

“I think that is quite obvious now.” She said.

“Most things are obvious if you know the answer.” He said then.

To that, Y/N laughed softly.

James noticed himself watching her rather than the math problem. It was an odd thing to notice.

He cleared his throat. Trying to stop himself.

“You should be able to solve the next one yourself.” He said then.

Y/N began to gather her papers carefully, before placing them back inside her folder.

“I hope so.” She said quietly.

She stood from where she was sitting next to him, already returning to put on her gloves and straightening out her dress.

Then, she looked at him and hesitated for a moment.

“Thank you, James.” She said quietly.

His eyes lifted at her use of his first name.

It shouldn’t have mattered.

But it did.

It shouldn’t have made him feel the way it did.

“You’re welcome.” He said. Voice a little raspy now.

She held her papers a little tighter to her chest. Already moving to make her way out of the room.

She smiled at him.

“I will see you around then.” She said.

James nodded.

“Undoubtedly.” He said, thoughtfully.

She turned around and walked away.

In the doorway, she stopped and turned back around.

“Seven tomorrow?” She said.

He raised an eyebrow.

“You have another problem?”

She smiled.

“No.”

She just shrugged.

“Maybe I have one by then.”

Before he could answer anything else, she had left the library for good.

James looked at the empty door for far longer than he cared to admit.

He had no reason to smile after she left.

He did anyway.

The day after he happened to escort her to class instead of solving her problems. She said she was able to solve some on her own and would get back to him, if she had further questions.

It became a habit and, soon, he waited for her outside of classrooms or in the hallway.

They didn’t have much in common.

But she liked his company.

Genuine Company.

So different than the others she usually spoke to.

James with his reckless habits and his smart way in class.

And she couldn’t help but admire his ability to spend his life.

How carefree and entirely up to him everything was. She wished to have some of that freedom as well.

For Y/N it was perfectly fine this way. James being her friend at day and disappearing somewhere at night.

James, although unsure in the beginning, found that she was less arrogant and more precious than people of her status usually were. Thriving to learn more. Even studying at Oxford.

And he couldn’t stop forgetting her.

Though he would never admit it aloud.

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Rainy Day

James Moriarty x Y/N

Summary: Lady Y/N Ashborne goes for a walk after her studies at Oxford University and the weather happens to be unfortunate. Luckily James finds her. (I’ve had so many ideas for those two for months now so I couldn’t write one story for them.)

It had been a chill day but there were no signs of the sudden change of weather that just happened. You had decided on a walk through Oxford’s school gardens, after a long day of lectures and professors. Just a short walk, you had told yourself. But a short walk had turned into a rather long one and the chilly, but pleasant, autumn weather changed into pouring rain.

You had wandered off. You had already been through the rose garden and the wildflower fields, when James found you. He seemed to find you everywhere nowadays. As if he just knew where to find you.

“Lady Y/N.” He had shouted from the far distance the two of you held. You stopped and waited for him to catch up. “James.” You exclaimed happily, content with having someone accompany you on your walk.

“You have been wandering for quite some time.” He said shortly. Then, looking at the sky, he added: “The sky is rather cloudy today, don’t you think?” He looked back at you, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I think the weather was rather lovely.” You exclaimed, before also turning to look at the sky and proof your point. To your disappointment, he had been right. The sky was, in fact, cloudy. And not only that but the sky definitely hadn’t been this grey when you stepped outside to take your walk.

“I suppose I should return then.” You said in defeat.

“Yes, we should.” He said then, hesitating with his next words. “I think I know a shortcut to the school grounds.” He said eventually.

“Sherlock has made a new observation.” He added, already walking in the direction he wanted to go.

So the two of you made your way back to school.

The only problem was the weather constantly changing. Suddenly, it started raining.

“Did you feel that?” You asked in his direction as a raindrop had hit your nose.

In a matter of seconds, it started to pour.

The ground became more slippery, the shortcut lead through grass and stones, now covered in mud. You didn’t know that everything would be this slippery. And then it happened. As the thunder and rain continued and James was walking steadily before you, your shoe slipped. You tried your best to get down some marble stairs as, suddenly, your ankle twisted. You fell. Until James caught you before hitting the ground.

“This is not going to work.” James said after he released you from his help. “Oxford isn’t too far away now.” You stated after having steadied yourself again. “I can manage.” You added then, looking at him while smoothing out the fabric of your dress.

“But I won’t let you Y/N, you’ll fall again and I wont let that happen.” So he, against your will, lifted you again, one arm under your knees, one at your back. “There is a pavillion not too far from here.” He said sternly. “It’ll give us some shelter.” He added then. “You needn’t do that James.” You said then. “Sherlock would have my head if I let you walk and something happened.” He said sternly and you didn’t say anything in return, as it wouldn’t have changed anything either way.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at the pavilion he was talking about. It indeed was shelter from the rain. Wooden and nearly falling apart. James let you down on a windowsill at one of the sides. “Are you hurt?” He asked then, concern still on his face.

“I’m fine, I think my shoes are just not made for that weather.” You laughed. Though James didn’t move, remained to stand closely at your side.

“Are you cold?” He asked then, concern written on his face.

you sighed then. “A little maybe.” You looked at him and as you relised just how concerned he looked at you, you added: “Not more than you are!” You tried to sound reassuring but a gust of wind made you shiver.

“Here!” he already was taking off the coat he was wearing and held it in your direction.

“James,” you wanted to argue but he stopped you.

“No, take it.” He moved it towards you. “You’ll get a cold if you remain in the wind.”

“You will too.” You said quietly.

“It is fine.” He said. “Take it.” But when you didn’t move to put it on, he stepped even closer and laid it around your shoulders, pulling it tight around you so, that it completely closed around you.

It was utterly james. The smell of tabacco and its warmth. It was just him.

“Thank you.” You whispered. You were sure he didn’t even hear you say it.

“How long do you think we’ll have to stay here?”

“I don’t know .” He moved to look outside, where the rain was still, relentlessly, hitting the ground.

“A while.” he added after a pause.

“You shouldn’t have carried me here.” you said then looking outside where you could still see the tracks of his shoes on the muddy ground.

“And yet I did.” He said quietly.

You turned to look at him

“Thank you.” you said again

“Theres no need to thank me Y/N.”

And he inched even closer

Then, as you turned to move in his direction, his coat slipped from your shoulder.

James immediately moved towards you to pull its end back over your shoulder. While doing so, his hand touched your skin. The contact shocked you.

“You are freezing.” He said then

“Your coat is warm.” you stated whispering.

He was close now

“Is your hand cold?” he asked

“A little.” you admitted, looking down at it.

And then his hand touched yours, slowly, as if he was trying not to overstep. Immediate warmth radiated from his hand to yours.

“They are ice cold Y/N!” he said shocked.

“Your hand is warm.” you smiled.

“Maybe you should put them inside the coat as well.” He mumbled.

“Or you’ll just hold it.” you stated.

“I shouldn’t do that.” He said with a twist of his face. Standing there, with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion or hurt or disbelief. You couldn’t quite place it. But as quickly as his expression had made its way onto his face, it was gone again. Neutral.

“You already did James.” You smiled “Besides, you carried me here as well.”

James didn’t say anything. Instead, his fingers tightened around yours as if he wanted to steady himself. For the first time in ages, James remained quiet. Not confidently stating one of his remarks or charming words. He was just, there.

You looked back down at your hands before slowly lifting your eyes to his.

James was already looking at you. His gaze didn’t weaver. It remained, before he slowly turned to look at your lips.

Your heart skipped.

“James..” you whispered

He didn’t say anything, only stepped closer, hands still joined, rain outside still hitting the outside of the pavilion. Turning the world in chaos. And yet, inside, you two remained still, unmoving.

He was close now. Closer than anyone had ever been. You could fell his breath against your skin.

And then, without saying anything, he leaned towards you, giving you an opportunity to get out of this.

When you didn’t, his lips met yours gently.

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I didn’t read over it so excuse the mistakes.

[anthgoldenhrry]

A Matter Of Intentions 3

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Lord Bridgerton had found a liking in you, or so it seemed. His intentions to find a wife though, didn’t correlate with yours. Or did they?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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A week later, an invitation arrived at your home.

It was, to your considerable surprise, from the Bridgerton family.

The card bore the Bridgerton crest and, at the bottom, the unmistakable signature of the Viscount himself.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton.

You were no fool.

You accepted.

The journey to Bridgerton House was not a long one, and when your carriage finally came to a stop, you found yourself staring up at the magnificent residence.

The house was beautiful.

Flowers adorned the facade, their colours bright against the pale stone, while the entrance seemed almost to welcome visitors inside.

Before you had the opportunity to step down from the carriage yourself, the door was opened.

And there stood Anthony Bridgerton.

He had apparently been waiting.

“May I assist you, Miss Y/N?”

His tone was polite, almost gentle, as he extended his hand towards you.

You hesitated only a moment before placing your hand in his.

“Thank you.”

He helped you down with surprising care before offering his arm.

“I must warn you,” he said as you approached the entrance. “My siblings are rather fond of new company.”

You smiled.

“Oh, I am certain I shall survive.”

Anthony gave you a look which suggested he was far less certain.

You understood why almost immediately.

The moment you stepped inside, the quiet elegance of Bridgerton House seemed to disappear entirely.

His family was loud, warm, enthusiastic and entirely unrestrained in the privacy of their own home, you found.

Voices carried throughout the drawing room, accompanied by laughter and the occasional teasing remark. One of his sisters had taken to the pianoforte and appeared determined to play until sunset, while another sat comfortably with a book in hand, paying little attention to the chaos around her.

His brothers, meanwhile, seemed to have created an entirely separate conversation of their own.

You could not help but smile.

“Oh, we are so very pleased to see you, Miss Y/N,” Lady Bridgerton said warmly as she approached.

“It is a very generous invitation,” you replied.

And, much to your surprise, it truly was.

Tea with the Bridgertons proved to be a delightful affair.

You laughed more than you had expected.

You spoke with his sisters, listened to his brothers argue over something entirely insignificant, and found yourself enjoying the warmth of a family that seemed to have very little concept of personal space.

Yet throughout it all, one question remained.

Why had Anthony invited you?

You waited until the opportunity presented itself.

Eventually, you found the Viscount alone.

“Lord Bridgerton?”

He turned towards you.

“Yes?”

“Why did you invite me?”

Anthony appeared momentarily caught off guard.

“I simply thought I enjoyed our walk along the promenade, Miss Y/N.”

He paused.

Then his expression became slightly more serious.

“And I wished to apologise properly for nearly handing you a list of potential wives at Lady Danbury’s ball.”

You laughed.

“I believe you are forgiven.”

His lips curved into a small smile.

“Good.”

You glanced back towards his family.

“Your family is wonderful. I have had a marvellous time.”

“They are,” Anthony said quietly.

He looked towards his siblings.

“Each of them is wonderful.”

There was something in his voice then.

Something softer.

And you understood immediately that his family was not merely important to him.

They were everything.

You smiled.

“I fear I have already been a visitor for too long. I ought to return home.”

Anthony seemed to hesitate.

“Oh.”

The word escaped him before he composed himself.

“Of course.”

The journey home was remarkably quiet.

Anthony sat across from you, his posture rigidly proper, though there was something almost uncertain in his expression.

“I hope the invitation was not too chaotic,” he said eventually. “I know my family can be rather much at times.”

“Oh, no,” you assured him. “Everyone was very kind. It was a lovely afternoon.”

“I am pleased.”

A silence followed.

“Thank you for inviting me, Lord Bridgerton.”

“It was my pleasure, Miss Y/N.”

The carriage came to a stop.

You stepped down before turning back towards him.

“Goodbye.” You said simply. There wasn’t anything else to say anyway.

“Goodbye.” He replied, shortly.

And with that, you disappeared inside.

Anthony watched the door close.

It was not until three weeks later that you heard of Anthony Bridgerton again.

Only, this time, you did not hear from him. You heard about him as the latest edition of Lady Whistledown had arrived. And, as always, it contained more than enough trouble.

For you, it meant precisely what you had feared.

You would have to participate.

Your aunt accepted nearly every invitation to every ball, and you soon found yourself wishing desperately to return home, where you could occupy yourself with the management of your estate, your father, and the household.

You did not need this. You knew that. You did not need a husband to survive. Unfortunately, Lady Whistledown appeared to have a different opinion. And thus your aunt’s opinion only grew stronger. Though she never really asked what you wanted.

Only a week later, another issue arrived. And this one was far less forgiving.

It contained a particularly cruel observation regarding your appearance at the balls. Describing your wish not to dance, your supposed misery, and how humiliating it must surely be for the gentlemen who dared to ask for your hand. Though in reality, nobody ever had asked you in the first place.

You had never cared much for gossip. But that did not make it hurt any less. And the worst of all was the embarrassment it brought you.

You knew the ton did gossip. Though it never had gotten to you, as you, until then, hadn’t spent much time in crowds.

Another ball was being held at Lady Danbury’s residence. You had managed only one dance that evening.

One.

It was already more than you wished for. You made your way towards the banquet to get a glass of water. Until you heard a voice.

“Miss Y/N.”

Anthony.

It was him. You did not even need to turn around to know.

You had replayed his voice in your head more than you wanted to admit since the day he had invited you to tea.

You turned fast, with the glass in hand.

“Viscount Bridgerton.”

He stood before you.

You smiled politely.

“Have you found a suitable wife who meets all your categories?”

“I have not,” he replied sternly.

“Well,” you said brightly, “I wonder why that might be.”

He seemed to ignore your teasing.

“Miss Y/N, I wondered if you might allow me a dance.”

You blinked.

“A dance?”

“Yes.”

He was already extending his hand.

“If you will allow me.”

You stared at him for a moment.

Then, against your better judgement, you placed your hand in his. At least you did have one friend.

And the two of you stepped onto the dance floor.

You glanced up at him.

“Are there any questions to be asked?”

“There are, actually.” His voice was certain.

His expression, however, was not.

He kept glancing around the room as though checking who might be watching. Every so often, he lowered his voice. You raised an eyebrow.

“I was wondering…” He hesitated.

That alone was enough to make you suspicious. “…if you might be interested in an engagement.”

You nearly missed a step.

“What engagement?”

“I am in need of a wife.”

Your eyebrows rose.

Anthony glanced towards his brothers, who stood watching from the edge of the ballroom.

“Or,” he added quickly, “at least in need of someone who will pretend to be courted by me until the Season is over.”

You stared at him.

Anthony waited.

You stared some more.

He eventually realised that you had absolutely no idea what he was proposing.

With a quiet sigh, he guided you towards the edge of the dance floor, where the music and conversations around you would make it slightly more difficult for anyone to overhear.

“You are in need of a husband,” Anthony began.

You frowned.

Then it dawned upon you.

Your eyes widened.

“Or you are in need of someone who will pretend to be courting you until the Season is over.”

“Yes.”

You looked at him in disbelief.

“The whole ton is always watching me, Miss Y/N.”

“I had noticed.”

“They throw their daughters at me.”

You laughed.

“I knew you were confident in yourself, Lord Bridgerton, but that..”

“This is not a joke, Miss Y/N.” Anthony stopped dancing for a second, until the looks of the nearby standing people reminded him of where you were.

The amusement faded from your face.

Anthony looked at you carefully.

“I know your aunt wishes to marry you.” He whispered a little more carefully than before.

Your smile disappeared completely.

“And I know it is not your wish.”

You said nothing.

„You told me yourself,” he continued. “On our walk along the promenade.”

“Yes,” you replied quietly.

“I have an idea.”

Anthony lowered his voice.

“We pretend to court one another until the Season ends.”

You stared at him.

“This way, your aunt will have no reason to press you towards another match. And the rest of the ton will leave you alone.”

He paused.

“And I will finally be spared the endless parade of mothers presenting their daughters to me.”

You looked at him for several seconds.

“You truly wish to pretend to court me?”

“Yes.”

“And you believe this will solve everything?”

“I believe it will solve enough.”

You looked towards the ballroom.

People were dancing, laughing, watching. And somewhere among them, you knew Lady Whistledown was likely already searching for her next piece of gossip. Anthony followed your gaze.

“Besides,” he added quietly, “it would keep Lady Whistledown from inventing stories about us.”

You looked back at him. “You realise,” you said slowly, “that pretending to court one another may give her even more to write about.”

Anthony’s jaw tightened.

“I had considered that.”

You could not help the small smile that appeared.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Almost certainly.”

“And yet you still wish to do it?”

His eyes met yours.

“Yes.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The music continued around you.

And for the first time, you wondered whether perhaps the most ridiculous proposition of the Season might also be the one thing capable of giving you exactly what you both wanted.

Freedom.

Or, at least, the illusion of it.

„Think about it.“ He said carefully.

„I don’t even know you.“ You said shortly. The dance nearly over.

„That‘s what courting is for.“ Anthony smiled.

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[anthgoldenhrry]

This Is What Your Lie Cost 15

Steve Harrington x Henderson reader

Summary: Steve fights Demogorgons with the kids and Nancy. Bailing on Y/N one too many times, causing her to break up with him. Yearning, yearning, yearning and a lot of love.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

The next morning, the two of you got ready to get your car. But only after he had prepared breakfast, insisting on you eating something before leaving. This moment felt like he still cared. For you and for what the two of you had shared. “No way I’ll let you go without breakfast Y/N.” He said casually. He was sitting at the dining table downstairs, when you had asked to go and get your car.

He had found the letter, as he walked into the kitchen. It was the first thing he noticed, something he hated himself for. More so, regretted. He knew you had seen it. Read it. What was even worse, was that he was sure you believed it. Believed he wanted to see this girl again, when in reality he never wanted to see her again. In reaction, he mentally hit himself. And then the realisation made his way into his heart. That’s what he should want, he thought. He should want you to hate him. To believe he was a cheater. It burned a hole into his heart. Round and huge, with sharp edges that rigged his way through his chest.

You had taken the bedsheets off of the bed, in the guest bedroom. You had thrown them in the washing mashine before breakfast was ready. The cleaner would appreciate it.

After all, you could help and it was some time you didn’t have to stand next to him. As you stood in the guest room again, looking out of the window, the trees didn’t appear scary anymore. Not the way they did during the night.

The view was beautiful, even though it was just woods. In daylight, it was like an old drawing. Seemingly vast, endlessly beautiful.

You were stopped looking out of the window, holding the sheets, when Steve came in, standing in the doorway and told you that he had prepared breakfast.

You didn’t know he had stopped a minute or two before telling you that the breakfast was ready and just stood there, looking at you. At the way you studied the trees, as if there was something hidden in them. As if there was more to it than it was.

You hadn’t heard his steps when he had walked up the corridor to the guest bedroom. Probably because the flooring was still new. One of his parents renovations a few months prior. Maybe the only benefit he had from it.

He on the other hand, could still feel your heartbeat against his ribcage, exactly where it had been during the night. He told himself that the “Dum-De-Dum” he felt was just imaginary. That it hadn’t meant anything. That he only had been there for you when you needed him. That this was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though, he couldn’t help but look at you, standing in his home, inside one of his rooms. The morning light shined right through the large window, leaving the room, and you, with a golden glow. It made him feel secure. As if everything made sense the way it was. To him, you felt like you belonged. There, with him.

Breakfast was also quiet. You wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Not feel like someone overstepping. Steve didn’t make it awkward though. He didn’t mock you for being scared, didn’t say anything about the two of you sharing his bed. He didn’t say anything about the way you had looked out of the window as if awaiting a monster.

When he drove you to where you car was parked, neither of you spoke. Steve didn’t know what to say. He wanted to tell you that this girl didn’t mean anything, that he never wanted to see her again. Tell you that Robin had somehow ushered him into meeting someone. But he knew you wouldn’t believe him. He wouldn’t believe himself either. Worst of all though, was that he wasn’t sure you still felt the same way towards him. If you still loved him, even.

You on the other hand didn’t talk because, what was there to say? When you woke up that morning, next to him, normal, you felt like you were one of those girls. The ones he had brought home before he had dated you and Nancy. Because this had been what it was. In the night, it had been comforting to you, knowing he was there. In the morning, when you woke up first and left him laying there, it just felt wrong. Because Steve wasn’t, shouldn’t be comfort anymore. Wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. He brought girls home. Maybe they were even dating. It made you feel sick. It made you feel out of place.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, while openeing the car door.

“It’s fine Y/N.” Steve looked at you, as if letting you go was a hard decision.

“Drive safely.” He said when you went to go to your car, rolling down the drivers side window so you were able to hear him.

“I will.” You looked back at him, sitting in his car. He looked like he always did. Like your Steve. The one who held you tonight. The one, who had brought you a fresh set of bedsheets because he wanted to. The one, who had said nothing but held you, when you cried. And then you remembered. The one, who had gone back to his old version. Hooking up with girls.

He only left, when you were safely in your car and had started the engine.

You went home sitting down on your bed and just stared at the wall.

How was all this happening?

You had to write into your diary.

You opened the pages, haven’t written in there since the two of you had broken up, and began writing.

“Dear Diary,

You wouldn’t believe what my life has turned out to be.”

____________________________________________From now on I’ll upload a chapter each Wednesday until this story is over. I’m back at work again so there’s only so much time one has to edit their story drafts.

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[anthgoldenhrry]

It’s Our “Bro Day”

Y/N and Steve Harrington

Summary: Dustin Henderson and Steve’s friendship. That’s all. Though Y/N, Steve’s girlfriend, catches them having a so called “bro day” when Steve bailed on her with an excuse.

“I won! I won. You loser!” Dustin was shouting and giggling, throwing up his arms in excitement.

“Yeah, yeah. Get over it.” Steve mumbled, looking down at the floor. He tried playing off he just lost the game. Tried to be an adult and show the younger boy that, losing ever so small, wasn’t going to kill you. Wasn’t the end of the world. Though he would lie if he told people his ego didn’t bruise each time Dustin Henderson won against him. Him out of all people. Steve, who had won everything before and now a thirteen year old boy outsmarted him on the daily. Deep down Steve didn’t really mind. He was happy Dustin was having fun. Happy he got a friend. Their friendship had become just as strong as it had started abruptly. Dustin had just stepped in Steves car and from then on the two of them were always seen driving around, saving the world. Or something like that. Robin had mocked him in the beginning. „Your best friend is a child.“ Robin had said. You had ushered her to stop the mocking, grateful he had stopped spending time with Carol and the others. Though, when Steve started bailing on you, you were getting a little frustrated over the boy you had taken care of as a babysitter, when he was nine years old and his mom was away at work. There had been a few times Steve hadn’t wanted to spend time with you. Sometimes he went to the arcade with Dustin, they met during his shift at Scoops Ahoy, or they were trying to master a crawl.

Though this, this was new.

Steve had bailed on you. Again. When you had asked him if he could stay at your place, he had told you he wasn’t able to, as his grandma was sick. “We’ll do something together on Tuesday okay? I can pick you up from school!” He had said before he drove away in his red BMW.

His grandma?

You were sure he had never mentioned her before. But then again, Steve rarely talked about his family either way and so you believed him.

You decided it was time for you to do things without Steve again. Lately you felt like your life revolved around him and it also made you feel too bad when he really wasn’t able to spent time woth you.

You had seen posters for a new movie hung up on a board, next to the schools sport hall earlier that day. It seemed to be interesting enough to not make you die from boredom so you decided to go to the cinema.

When you had arrived, bike parked at the side of the building, ticket bought, you were lucky you still got one. Apparently, the movie was anticipated, tickets sold out. You went inside, it was always a bit strange to find your way through the dark cinema hall. Though when you made your way to your row, you stopped right where you stood. Because right in front of you, sat Steve. With Dustin. Both eating popcorn, looking at the advertisement as if the movie had already started.

“Steve!” You exclaimed. He had lied.

“Y/N.” He said shortly, face frozen in a shocked expression, head whipped in your direction. Dustin was slurping his coke next to him, watching the screen as if the movie would start any second.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, adding a “Isn’t your grandma sick?” You demanded an answer. What was going on? Why had he lied to you?

“Your grandma?” Dustin asked confused, before Steve could say anything in response.

“Dude I thought she died like..” he rolled his eyes. “three years ago!” He was continuing to munch his popcorn.

His grandma was dead?

“Oh my.” Steves head fell back against his seat, clearly annoyed that Dustin had just blown his cover.

“It’s Dustins and my bro day.” Steve revealed eventually, words mumbled so quietly, you weren’t able to process them.

“Your what?” You asked confused.

“Our bro day.” Dustin repeated, words barely understandable. He shock his shoulders as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s where we do fun things together cause were the bestest of friends.” He added, not understanding what situation this was.

“Oh.” You said in return. What were you supposed to say?

“Yeah.” Steve added quietly. Still not meeting your gaze. He sipped on his coke, clearly it was an embarrassing moment for him.

You want some popcorn Y/N?” Dustin held the bag over Steve to your direction, offering you their popcorn. “Steve can buy a new one if you want to!” He said neutrally. “I can what?” Steve said shocked. Were you mad? You didn’t know. A little you thought. You had the right to be angry. But you still sat down, next to Steve, eating your popcorn and watched the movie. It was a great one. Steve and Dustin kept laughing and joking around the whole movie. It made your anger turn into something you couldn’t quite name.

You began to watch the movie. It was good for them to spend time togehter. Dustin needed Steve as a friend. It would have been okay if he wouldnt have lied about it.

While Steve was trying to fit your bike in the trunk of his car, you just looked at Dustin, who was sitting in the front seat. You had decided to go with him. Let Steve take you home. “So you two have a bro day.” You asked Dustin, trying to sound cool about it. “Yeah” he said in response, seemingly nonchalant about it. “Dustin, how many of those did the two of you have already?”You asked, now wanting to know.

“Oh many.” he added.

Then, he turned around to look at you in the backseat. “You know last time we went to the arcade.” He started.

“Steve thinks he lets me win actually.” He laughed “but I’m the one who is just good.” he added. “You should see him, hes terrible. Really!” Dustin exclaimed his words with big hands movements.

You knew he was terrible as you had tried to play with him a number of times.

“Steve really likes you Dusty.” you added. “Don’t call me that Y/N!” His face turned pale. “The babysitter days are long over.” He mumbled as he turned around in his seat again.

“I know.” You said smiling.

When it was just the two of you, having dropped Dustin off, Steve turned to look at you.

“He just asked to bang out before you did!”

“Yeah I figured.” You said plainly. You weren’t going to pretend everything was fine.

“He so alone Y/N.” Steve whined, looking at you with an apologetic frown.

“I swear.” He paused, looking at his hands on the wheel and then back at you for a short moment, before looking back at the street. “I didn’t want to bail, but I also didn’t want you to think he’s more important.” He babbled hastily.

“Well see how this has turned out.” You said, looking out of the window.

“I’m sorry.” Steve said quietly.

“I’m not mad Steve.” You said then.

“Your not?” He looked at you surprised.

“No.” Your left hand was fiddling with the bracelet, trying to calm you down. “I’m not mad because Dustin is important. But Dustin had his friends as well.” You said. “I think it’s very good, for the both of you, this friendship of yours. But I wish you would’ve told me the truth, Steve.” You looked at him. He was surprised. “Okay. Next time I’ll tell you.”

“Next time you won’t bail on me!” You said sternly.

“I won’t.” He meant it.

[anthgoldenhrry]

A friendship’s betrayal

Guiliano x Y/N reader

Summary: He gets killed

You find yourself within the walls of the Medici estate, a heaven you've known since your earliest days. Your family, esteemed in Italy, led you to this situation after facing the loss of your mother during childhood. As your father embarked on frequent travels, the Medici home became your’s too. Your time spent at the Medici home setting the stage for a profound connection with Guliarno, the youngest son of the Medici lineage. So it was no surprise when the union between you and Guliarno materialized when he reached the age of twenty, defying Lorenzo's attempts to complete a different matrimonial alliance. When Lorenzo nearly married Giuliano to another family, he stepped in. And as a result, despite initial reservations, Lorenzo accorded approval to your proposal, envisioning a union between your family and the Medici family. Giuliano had loved you since childhood which only made you feel more safe and loved. Just like every family, the Medici family went to the mass. Sundays marked a ritualistic visit to the church, a practice observed by all. So there were always many people around. As you prepared for the day, Giuliano approached with a proposition for a post-mass picnic, while smiling at you in the reflection of the mirror. „I have planned a picnic after mass. What do you think of that idea?“

"I would love that, we haven't done that in a long time," you responded, sharing his joy. While brushing your hair Guliarno broached the topic of the impending birth and the possibility that this picnic might be the last before the arrival of your child. „And maybe it is the last time before you give birth," he contemplated, allowing space as you both left the room, hand in hand, to attend the mass. It was true, that your pregnancy had nearly reacher its ends. Although it would still take presumably two months you knew walking around would not become more easy with time. As always, the journey to the church resonated with the city of Florence. The people were mostly fixated on the presence of Clarice and Lorenzo but a few wanted to see you and your husband. As you listened to the vibrant chatter of the people you and Giuliano shared a moment, acknowledging the beauty of the day. While someone helped you to step out of the carriage, Giuliano greeted his brother Lorenzo with a warm hug. Their bond had always been something you cherish for both of them, a connection you admired for its true loyalty, trust and mutual support.

As you approached Lorenzo and Guliarno, Francesco de Pazzi, whose recent discord with the Medici clan had created an air of tension, arrived next to the brothers. As you positioned between the two Medici brothers, you expressed a disapproval, by frowning and looking at your husband. This was, apparently, setting the reason for Francesco's attempt at amicable conversation about your impending motherhood. „Y/N Medici, what a lovely surprise to see you all well, are you feeling better? I heard the baby will arrive quite soon.“ He smiled, seemingly kind towards you. „I am yes, thank you for asking Messer Pazzi“.

"With a stern face you said, 'We will, yes.' Then you turned to Giuliano, who was now holding you close to his side. 'I'm sure you all are very happy about this. I would like to see the baby once it's here,' he smiled at you, then his expression turned stoic. 'And this is not my only concern I want to address.'"

He gestured to Lorenzo.

"I really want to stop the fight between us both. I only want to be a friend. I'm truly sorry." And after that, he held his arm out for a hug. You did not believe him, and you noticed that Lorenzo did not too. Instead, he looked at you and your husband. But after consideration, he hugged Francesco, who was holding onto him a little too tightly

After they let go, he was smiling, and so was Lorenzo. "And I also have to be sorry towards you, Giuliano." After that, you encouraged Giuliano, and he hugged Francesco as well. "Well, I hope to see you soon, dear Y/N." You only smiled while Giuliano held you, and you walked into the mass After prayers, you see Francesco attacking your husband with a knife. Panic sets in as you hear Madonna Medici scream, and chaos ensues. Clarice and her are rushing to safety. Everyone is fleeing, but you run to Giuliano , finding him wounded.

"Giuliano, no!" you scream. He urges you to leave, but you refuse. Panic rises as you call for a medicus, but help is nowhere in sight. Lorenzo intervenes, urging you to go inside the chapel, closing the doors

„You have to; we need to get inside." And so they closed the doors where you could hear Lucrezia's cries for her son outside. Desperation takes over as you see Giuliano bleeding, Francesco and his goons banging on the chapel doors. You can't believe Francesco, who pretended to be friendly minutes ago, is now killing your husband. You're helpless, fearing the worst for Giuliano, trapped inside, unable to do a damn thing

[anthgoldenhrry]

Late Again

Gator Tillman x reader

Summary: Gator is home late. His dad letting him do long shifts. When he arrives home, he knows you are asleep already so he tries to be as quiet as possible, in order not to wake you.

Gator was working late. Again.

You weren’t going to wait for him. You had done many things that day. Got groceries, you cleaned the house, you had made arrangements and planning. You had had enough. You weren’t going to talk to him about it. He knew you didn’t like him being gone so long. Although you knew better than to fight him about it. He would still listen to his dad. It was no use.

When he did come home though, front door opening with the jingle of the keys, heavy work boots thrumming on the wooden flooring to your house, Gator nearly hit himself. He didn’t want to wake you. Again. Yet he was being way too loud. He had come home late one too many times to know you were asleep already. Light all off, TV not running. Sometimes, when he was lucky, you were still sitting in front of it one the couch, either watching a show or reading a book. Though most times, he didn’t have luck. Most times he would be way too loud, too careless, causing you to wake and sleepily stumble down the stairs. It would end up in him carrying you back upstairs. Back in bed. He managed to close the door carefully, making sure to lock it from the inside as well. It was his habit as a cop and also one he had because of living with Roy. He got rid of his boots, put them at the entrance, to dry.

Gator tried to quietly make his way upstairs. In moments like these, he hated himself for letting you win. You wanted not only, the wooden flooring, but also wooden stairs. Why on hell had you gotten everything cottage style?

He made his way upstairs, opening the bedroom door. There you were, sound asleep in the dark room. Cuddled in the soft bedding.

He thought it looked brain altering, cute even, they way you were nearly vanishing between the fluffy sheets. At least no one would find you if someone were to break into your home, he thought.

He got ready to just jump into bed, stripping off his vest and his shirt, trousers falling to the ground, before he neatly folded everything and laid it on the nightstand. When he began to lift the covers, in order to get in bed, you stirred.

No.

No way, he thought. He had managed to get everything done before you woke and out of all the moments it was him lifting the sheets?

“Gator?” You turned in his direction. Sleep nearly catching you again. “You are home.” You exclaimed happily reaching out for him.

He got in bed besides you, slinging an arm around you, holding you close.

“I am. Won’t be gone this long for the next couple weeks.” He mumbled into your hair. He knew you weren’t mad. That’s just who you were. Too kind.

He was tired as well. Work had been shit. As always. Sleep got to him soon.

Tomorrow he had to leave extra early. But right now, he was just home.

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Not so bad

Gator Tillman x Y/N reader

Summary: Gator is bored at work and when a theft happens at the gas station he doesn’t want to go. Not, until he arrives and it’s you who got robbed.

I’m sorry if this is shitty.

“If I was robbed I would run after them.” Everyone said when people get robbed in movies. And yet, it had happened so fast, you were frozen to the ground.

You were pulling out your card holder, wanting to pay at the gas station, when your bag was ripped out of your hands.

They ran away as quickly as it happened.

The gas station worker called police immediately.

The phone call came in minutes later. Cherry from the desk wrote down what had happened while the call was still going. Gator had been pacing the office for an hour now. Taking one too many drags from his neon coloured vape. Today was a weridly slow day he thought. Only annoyingly boring things were happening.

“Gas station, thief.” Was heard throughout the phone.

Though this was something he had no interest in doing. His job as sheriff to serious for that small stuff. The secretary already looked his way. He knew he would tell him to go there. His day couldn’t get any worse.

“Why wont you go huh?” He leaned down on an officers desk, voice sharp.

“I’m on break just right..” He paused, waiting for the minutes to turn.

“Now.” He added.

“Great, great then I’ll go.” He said annoyed.

The drive there was quiet. He hated this. Hated doing those small things.

Something his father wouldn’t recongise him for anyway.

He drove there annoyingly slow. He didn’t even want to do this in the first place.

When he arrived, exiting the car, closing the door, he made his way inside the station. Thumbs hooked into his vest. The door opened with a loud bell sound, letting the guy behind the cash register shoot his head in Gators direction.

“Heard there had been a theft.” He said sternly, words slow and uninterested. His police tone coming through.

Do this quick, he thought. Get the information, go back to station for the paperwork, go home. That was his plan.

“Yeah Sheriff, a girl was robbed.” The guy stated. He looked pathetic, Gator thought. Big glasses on his nose, looked as if he hadn’t showered in weeks.

“Where is she?” Gator asked then. Reminding himself off his plan.

He didnt want to help some girl find her things now. He wanted to do something real big.

“Over there.” The guy pointed to a corner at the back of the store. Gator looked around. He couldn’t see anyone.

What loser was hiding at the back of the store, he thought

When the gas station guy notices Gator didn’t see anyone, he pointed at the small coffee area you had gone to. “She’s at the coffee area.” He stated carefully.

Gator exhaled. This aas exhausting already. He walked up to the corner, slowly. Thumbs still hooked to his vest, police officer stride showing in his steps. When he reached the corner, he didn’t pay much mind to look at you. He scanned the corner instead. “Miss you were robbed?” He asked.

At first there was no answer. He was still scanning the room, wanting this to get over with. Then, his head snapped up. Because it was you. “Gator.” You exclaimed, exited. Or was it relief? He couldn’t tell.

This caused him to freeze for a second, shock written on his face as he immediately looked your way now, already taking a step up to you, reaching out for your fragile self. He saw the way you had sat there. Quiet and scared. It made something inside of him feel some kind of discomfort.

“Heyy, hey.” he whispered, still realising it was you, he closed his arms around.

“I didn’t know you were..” He started to say, stopping himself mid sentence when he remembered. “Are you okay?” he pulled himself back from you, checking if anything seemed wrong, checking if there was anything bleeding broken or hurt. He didn’t find anything.

“I’m okay Gator.” You said now, smiling a little at the way he had scanned your face, your hands, searching for any harm. He looked scared.

“I’m glad it’s you they called.” You said sniffling. “I know you don’t like small things like these. Robbery isn’t what you want to fight. You added then, leaning your head back on his vest covered chest.

He rested his head on yours, pulling you even closer in his embrace. He hated himself for nearly letting David to the case.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He asked then. A little confused. Usually your number was ringing his phone multiple times a day. Plopping up on his display all the time.

“What happened?” He asked then, angry something happened to you. Though he felt like a looser because something did happen. He was supposed to keep you safe. After all, that was his job.

“My bag..” you started, sniffling while admitting what happened. “It’s the dangle you got me, its gone.” You mumbled, and then you started crying again.

“Well get it back or I’ll get a new one.” He said carefully. It was something small he had bought for you when he had to leave for Roy. He was away a fee days and found this little ugly dog chain. He thought you would like it, so he bought it. When he came back and gifted it to you, though he really only gave it to you, not wanting to cause a scene, you turned out to love it. It had been the first time he ever did something so sweet for you.

Now it was gone.

“Is there any material?” He pointed at the video cameras, looking at the guy behind the register.

“No Sheriff, they’re all deinstalled.” He stated. “Okay, you should tell your boss you need them.” Gator said. Of fucking course it wouldn’t be this easy. The amount of paperwork he was going to have to do with an unknown person running around were immense.

His boring day suddenly not so bad anymore.

“How bout you’ll let me drove you home safely now? I’ll let one of the officers get your car first thing in the morning okay?” He said slowly giving you a small smile.

“Okay.” You said quietly, still scared and he lead you to his car with a hand on your back.

Maybe small cases weren’t so boring anyway. He was right where he wanted to be.

[anthgoldenhrry]

Steal My Girlfriend 4

Steve Harrington x y/n reader

Summary: Steve and Y/N have been in a relationship or his and Dustin’s friendship has grown. When Dustin’s prom comes around he has no one to ask. Except for Steve’s girlfriend.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

These Parts can be read individually. They do not need to be read as a series.

The prom night had ended nearly an hour ago. The kids were picked up by Jonathan, who was, thanks to Dustin, dropping you off at Steve’s.

Dustin had sweetly asked Jonathan to take you home.

The car pulled away when you had reached the front door, searching for your keys. Inside, you took off the heels you had been wearing for the night and made your way upstairs. Walking up the stairs of the huge harrington house, you smiled.

It made you happy that Dustin had fun. The children had a hard time when the Upside down got Will. It was nice, they were still able to have some quiet moments. Though reality made you a little sad as well. These kids were fighting monsters, saving the world basically, and still had teenager problems. Problems others also had. It didn’t seem fair to you.

When you opened Steves Bedroom door, seeing him lay on his bed, already looking at you with a wide smirk on his face, you knew he had some comment to tell you.

Steve hadn’t said anything about Dustin asking you to prom. He had accepted it and even brought the two of you to school. Still, you could tell, now that all of it was over, he wasn’t going to let Dustin off the hook.

You let your shoes fall to the floor, sitting down at the side of his bed.

"Date went well?" He asked, still smirking.

You only rolled your eyes in reply.

“That’s all you want to say?” You asked. You knew he was joking. It made you smile.

Steves hand searched for yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles. For a moment it was just quiet, the two of you looking at each other.

It always felt nice spending a night at his place. Steve always felt like home.

"It did.” You answered eventually, voice quiet. “Dustin was a real gentleman." You teased after a while of just sitting there.

"I bet." Steve snarled in reply. He was so not believing you.

“Dustin is sweet.” You said then, deciding to get on Steves nerves for a bit. “I think he’s brave for asking me.” You added then. And you meant it. Dustin had been brave. More than once. But it made you feel like a sister to him when he told you he would feel safe having you around.

“Yeah real brave of him, steeling my Girlfriend.” Steve snarled.

"Oh my god Steve! Are you jealous?" You asked laughing.

"Of that little shithead?" His face turned red. He was frowning.

“No.” He said, though you could tell it was a lie. His voice came out all wonky.

You moved to lay next to him, head resting on his chest.

"You're my girlfriend." He said then, his hand now fiddling with your hair, which had covered his side of the face when you laid down.

"Steve he's thirteen!" You looked at him. Steve gave you a look, saying "and what is that supposed to mean?" Eyebrows raised and smirk still very visible.

"He felt comfortable having me there and you know kids his age don't apreciate him." You stated, voice going quiet in sympathy you held for the little boy.

"I know, just joking." He said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Just wish I would’ve brought you to prom with me.” He added mumbling. As if he didn’t really want you to hear. So that was it, you thought.

“Steve.” You said surprised.

“We didn’t even like each other in high school.” You added then.

“Oh we did like each other in high school.” He teased then.

“But only in the last year. Not at Dustins age.” You argued.

“You didn’t like me.” He corrected you. He then looked at the ceiling for a bit, pretending he didn’t just drop the craziest plot twist ever.

“You liked me?” You said surprised.

“I’m your boyfriend of course I liked you.” He answered hurt.

“Steve you were a douchebag!” You stated.

“Still noticed you being cute.” He added to that, looking back at you, placing a quick kiss on your mouth.

Maybe Dustin Henderson did bring out a little jealousy in your boyfriend.

[anthgoldenhrry]

This Is What Your Lie Cost Us (Excerpt for chapter 15)

Steve Harrington x Henderson reader

Summary: Steve fights Demogorgons with the kids and Nancy. Bailing on Y/N one too many times, causing her to break up with him. Yearning, yearning, yearning and a lot of love.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

You were stopped looking out of the window, when Steve came in, standing in the doorway and told you that he had prepared breakfast.

You didn’t know he had stopped a minute or two before telling you that the breakfast was ready and just stood there, looking at you. At the way you studied the trees as if there was something hidden in there. As if there was more to it than it was.

You hadn’t heard his steps when he had walked up the corridor to the guest bedroom. Probably because the flooring was still new. One of his parents renovations a few months prior. Maybe the only benefit he had from it.

He on the other hand, could still feel your heartbeat against his ribcage, exactly where it had been during the night. He told himself that the “Dum-De-Dum” he felt was just imaginary. That it hadn’t meant anything. That he only had been there for you when you needed him. That this was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though he couldn’t help but look at you, standing in his home, inside one of his rooms. It made him feel secure. As if everything made sense the way it was. To him, you felt like you belonged. There, with him.

[anthgoldenhrry]

Gator Tillman Masterlist

One Shots:

Hospital Bed

Summary: Summary: After a car accident you end up in hospital and Gator is the one who talks to you. When he realises they fled, he makes sure they end up in jail.

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Not So Bad

Summary: When a robbery happens in Gator’s shift, he doesn’t want to take the case. Not, until when he arrives and he notices it’s you.

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Late Again

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Hospital Bed

Gator Tillman x Y/N reader

Summary: After a car accident you end up in hospital and Gator is the one who talks to you. When he realises they fled, he makes sure they end up in jail.

I don’t know if my writing for Gator is any good but this was an idea I had and I wanted to post it.

It had been a fast drive to the hospital, too fast for streets this crowded. Traffic clogged the roads, lights blurring together, horns blaring in irritation. Gator Tillman hated it.

Normally, the drive to the hospital was routine. Obligatory. Part of the job. Something he could take his time with, coffee cooling in the cup holder while his mind stayed calm and detached.

But this wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t usually.

Before you, he hadn’t been like this. He hadn’t cared like this. Hadn’t felt like the mere thought of someone could twist his chest so tight it made him want to crawl out of his own skin. Gator Tillman was not the kind of man who fell in love.

And yet here he was, sirens on, blue lights cutting through traffic, breaking every rule he could justify, just to get to you.

The hospital was painfully familiar. He’d lost count of how many times he’d walked its halls, talking to criminals in cuffs or victims patched together with gauze and stitches. It was a place of duty, not fear.

Until now.

Usually, Gator moved through the hospital slow and steady, vest still on, hands tucked neatly into the pockets, eyes sharp but relaxed. Tonight, his steps were quick, almost frantic. His hands stayed free, fingers twitching, jaw tight. Stress clung to him like a second uniform.

He’d been on duty, nearly out the door, when the call came in.

The line had been bad, static crackling, but he’d caught one word clearly.

“Y/N…”

A pause. Too long.

Then, faintly: “Hospital.”

That was all it took.

“I’ll take this one,” he’d said, already moving, already reaching for his keys.

“Sheriff, maybe you aren’t the right person for this,” someone had called after him.

“I am the right person,” Gator replied, voice flat and final, as he pushed through the door.

Now, the hospital halls felt wrong, empty, hollow, stretching longer than they should have. Every step echoed.

“Sheriff Tillman, nice to see you,” a nurse greeted.

He barely heard her. His mind was already racing ahead when it struck him. He didn’t even know where you were.

“Where is Miss Y/N?” he asked, sharp and strained.

The nurse took one look at his face and gestured for him to follow. Small town. Everyone knew everyone.

By the time he reached your floor, his heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

How bad is it?

The door opened.

You were lying in the hospital bed, pale against white sheets, wires and machines surrounding you. Something inside him cracked clean in half.

This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t supposed to happen to you.

“Darling,” he breathed and froze when the word left his mouth. He still wasn’t used to that. To affection slipping out so easily, so naturally. He’d never been that man. At least, not until you.

He rushed to your side, taking your hand carefully. An IV was taped into the other.

“Gator,” you murmured, barely awake.

“I’m here,” he said softly. “How do you feel?”

“Not good.”

A weak smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah… yeah.”

He brushed his hand over your hair, gentle as if you might shatter. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

The doctor entered, pausing when he saw Gator.

“Officer Tillman,” he greeted. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m here privately,” Gator replied quietly. It was only half a lie, because whoever did this to you was going to matter to him very soon.

The doctor cleared his throat and explained the scan results. No broken bones. You were lucky. But there had been a blow to the head.

After the doctor left, Gator leaned closer. “What happened?”

You swallowed, eyes glassy. “Someone… the car…”

He pulled you into him without hesitation. “It’s okay.”

“They ran into me,” you whispered, tears slipping free. “It was bad. Really bad.”

His jaw clenched. He pressed his forehead to yours, holding you tight.

Oh, he was going to find them.

Weeks later, the news reported the arrest of a man who had stolen a car and fled the scene of a hit-and-run accident.

Gator watched the screen silently with a smile.

[anthgoldenhrry]

Ballroom Dancing 2

Conrad x fem

Summary: All summer you have waited for one thing. Conrad asking you to dance with him at Susannah’s grand ball. Instead, Jeremiah did and left you alone. Will Conrad be there?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Y/n, why are you alone?“ You did not need to turn around to know who it was. It was Conrad. It was always Conrad who somehow showed up in moments like this.

„Conrad!“ you gasped, suddenly verry verry speechless, while turning to face him. Your eyes must have looked like they were falling out. „Yeah it’s me.“ He chuckled. He was smiling!

“What are you doing here? I thought you would stay at home?” It was the only question you could come up with at that moment.

„Why would I?” he asked taken aback. His voice a bit quieter than it was before, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well I thought since you were so weird and distant this whole summer you didn’t want to spent time at Susannah’s ballroom dance.” You stated. At this, his features completely fell, suddenly he looked hurt, nearly as if you had hit him. And in this moment, you truly felt miserable.

„ At first I didnt want to..“ he shiftet closer to you, whispering. „But i wanted to see if everything is alright.“ It was more like a question and you didn’t know how to answer. His hands came up to holds yours but he then let them fall against his sides. You noticed it though.

„Oh yeah of course..” you paused. Your cheeks were turning red. “Jere left to get us drinks maybe 15 minutes ago and i can’t find him.“

Conrads eye’s popped open. He clearly was shocked at that. For a moment he didn’t do anything and then, suddenly, he reached his hand out to you. „Would you like to dance with me?” He requested. His face now stoic. It wasn’t really a question more like something he demanded, because you couldn’t say no. Not when it was what you wanted the whole time. And he knew. So you reached your hand to take his.

“Of course.” You assured breathlessly, now smiling. It came out like a whisper but he heard you nonetheless. And then you two were dancing. Conrad was dressed in a dark blue Suit. You had never seen him wear this one but it did suit him. He looked so dreamy. It also was nearly the same colour as Jeremiahs which made you asume that Susannah had picked them especially for tonight. And since she had given you the dress you were wearing, stating that it just was right for this night you couldn’t help but hope that she had matched your clothes on purpose.

“Have you seen your brother by any chance?” You asked now, reminded of Jeremiah’s sudden leaving. At that Conrad swayed you both into another corner of the dance floor.

“Maybe there was something he has to do. Toilet or something” Conrad answered briefly, not seeming to care very much. But you could feel that Conrad knew exactly what was going on. Did you ask anything further? No! He wouldn’t tell you anyway.

„Maybe“ you agreed. But he wouldn’t have left for the Toilet and taken so long, you thought instead. “It’s nice that you look after him,” You told him honestly.

„What do you mean?“ he now locked eyes with you. Furrowing his eyebrows. It was what he always did. He always was concerned for everything and everyone. The wrinkles between his eyebrows a permanent reminder.

“I mean,” you took a breath. “You came here even though you didn’t want to.” Clearly he was here for belly or Jere. Maybe even Susannah. „And you know with Jere‘s “habits” and all,” you made sure to emphasise the word “habits”!

“It’s just nice that you take care of him.“ You rushed, smiling genuinely afterwards.

“Oh..” He said, seeming to understand what you meant. “I wasn’t for him you know?”

“Right, I forgot Belly is here too. She was dancing with Cam Cameron 10 minutes ago.” You chimed. “They seem to have found each other.”

“I know.” The corners of his mouth were rising and then he chuckled. Wow he really did say a lot this evening you thought sarcastically. But you wouldn’t lie and say this wasn’t most he had talked to you all summer.

“Have you had a drink?” He asked now. The look of concern back on his face. Why did he never break the eye contact? And why does he always have this look of concern on his face? You really did feel like you couldn’t stand this eye contact anymore.

“No. I never drink.” You whispered, afraid that saying it louder would make him go and get you some water and stop this dance. But you could have sworn that he was holding you a bit tighter after, and he didn’t make any signs on letting go of you.

“I know you don’t. I meant real drinking. Water or something else non alcoholic. Although I did think Jere was getting you two a drink, if I’m honest.” He said this so nonchalant that you didn’t really realise he was grinning all along.

“And he would do that,” he added after a while of complete silence. Then you two were back to: just staring at each other and dancing together. Conrad moved one of his hands and put a strain of hair behind your ear. It was only then, that you realised, how close you two actually were. You had put your arms on his shoulder and his remained on your hips. You two were in the middle of the dance floor now. Conrad having apparently moved you from the side during your conversation.

“So your’e alright then?” Now he was the one to whisper. And when you replied with a nod, his concern was washed away and turned into a pleased smile. “Good,” he answered.

This was why you loved spending time with him. It was so peaceful and made you feel so very loved. It also made you aware that this would probably be the only night Conrad would be this loving, since he was so different this summer. You had to hold onto this side of him. For as long as you could. Or for as long as he would show you this side.

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This Is What Your Lie Cost Us 14

Steve Harrington x Henderson reader

Summary: Steve fights Demogorgons with the kids and Nancy. Bailing on Y/N one too many times, causing her to break up with him. Yearning, yearning, yearning and a lot of love.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

“Thank you for offering Steve.” You said while the two of you were stepping out of the car.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled under his breath while closing his car door, locking it. His face said something else though. The way his shoulders had slumped, when he had offered, the way his face scrunched up in a frown for a milli second before recollecting himself and trying to look normal. It felt as though he hadn’t meant to ask you. As if he had been shocked himself.

When you made your way to the front door, Steve walking in the front, you following, it seemed as if his thoughts were caught on something else. Steve was still looking down at his keys, trying to get the key to the front door. The clinking sound apparent as you two kept walking. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to find the keys, he had them separated “to keep it in order.” He had said once.

You went inside, he had opened the front door, and it had felt weirdly intimidate. Walking into his home, him opening the door. It didn’t feel weird, just like something you weren’t supposed to see anymore. Because you weren’t, you told yourself.

You tried shaking off the feeling of being misplaced, a stranger.

You knew the house, had been there multiple times. And yet, each time you visited, there was something different. Something you didn’t know. Whether Steve’s parents were around or not, they hired people to renovate, often. But this time, as you were walking through the living room, to get a glass of water from the kitchen, the change wasn’t a wall or interior, you saw a small letter lying on the counter, instead.

“Hope to see you soon.” Was written on there. In a neat and tidy handwriting. Signed with an A.

For Amy you supposed.

And you were reminded. He had moved on. He had spent the day with another girl. Even if they really just met, he did meet someone. You just let the letter lay there, not wanting to mention it. After all, it wasn’t something you were entitled to talk about. You weren’t even supposed to find it, and most importantly, you weren’t his girlfriend and couldn’t be. This fact didn’t make it hurt less though.

So you recollected yourself, shaking off the feeling of being misplaced, of being where you shouldn’t. You simply took the glass of water, poured one for him as well, and went upstairs. You walked up the long corridor, right to where you saw light.

Steve had prepared a spare bedroom for you. It already had perfectly fine bedding in there. You knew that, because it was the bedroom his mom would prepare for special guests. It was the nicest. Though Steve insisted on getting you a second one.

It was unusual. Seeing him do something so usual, casual even. As if it was a hidden part you weren’t able to see anymore.

Usually, you hadn’t seen him at all, and if you did, it was at Scoops Ahoy, spending time with an 11 year old or fighting monsters with him. Seeing him do something so utterly and unexplainable normal hurt. As if a string had been tied around your heart, pulled tighter when you saw him.

“I brought you a glass of water.” You said gently, not wanting to startle him, while setting yours down on the nightstand. The impact caused a clinking sound, which was loud enough to echo through the quiet that had build around the two of you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled concentrated, fiddling with the sheets. His eyebrows were furrowed, he hissed in annoyance when a side he had just covered went off again.

“I can do this Steve, you go and rest.” You said, already walking up to the bed, sitting down on it, blocking his way of doing this any further.

Steve didn’t say anything, he just looked at you for a moment, quiet, unmoving. His hands were still on the bed, keeping himself from falling over. Neither of you moved.

The moment felt like it was never ending. Usually, you had laughed when people said the world disappeared and it was only two people. Peripheral vision. But then, in that moment, did you understand. There was still so much you had to say, so much you wanted to say. Though you only continued to look at each other.

And then, as if he had snapped into reality, his posture straightened, he distanced himself from you. He made his way to the door.

Before you bid goodnight though, you stopped him. He was already walking out of the door, to go down the corridor and in his room, when you asked him;

“What are those things Steve?” It was a genuine question. One you just had to ask. You needed to know.

He didn’t turn around immediately, hesitating for a moment before he turned right where he stood and looked at you. Like he had at Scoops Ahoy or when you stood in-front of him in the woods. It was this shocked, sad face he did.

“See that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.” He said then. His voice was splayed and broken. The words came out wrong. It didn’t sound like Steve. Steve who always had his life under control, who did everything right and got everything right.

In that moment, he was fragile.

“But I found out anyway.” You mumbled.

“Lies always get caught.” You added then, as if that would’ve made things better.

“Y/N.” He said carefully, not meeting your gaze. It was clear he didn’t want to tell you. That’s why he kept it all from you.

“No!” You exclaimed, now angry. “You pushed me away, you didn’t tell me!” You nearly shouted from anger. Now there were the words you had wanted to say when you were in the car or when you had sat here moments before.

“In the past few weeks.. I.. I thought even my brother didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” You added quieter, words turned into little sobs. Anger turning into sadness and hurt.

And then you cried. Full on cried.

Tears were falling down your sheets. Steve Stood there, in the doorway, not knowing if comforting was the right thing to do. Eventually though, he had walked back in the room and held you. And it was fine. Steve always had been a kind of comfort one could melt into. And so all the anger, sadness and madness you had buried deep inside of you the past few months, were finally beginning to fade away.

You didn’t know how long the two of you just sat there, on the half-made bed. Eventually though you did bit each other goodnight and Steve left.

In the night, you woke up extremely scared. The way the trees swayed outside of the window had always made you feel comfortable before. Now, they made you feel scared. At one point, you couldn’t fall asleep anymore. Too distracted by the swaying dark branches which seemed to only get worse. It must’ve been a stormy night then.

So you walked up to Steves bedroom. It was the only answer you had. An autopilot reaction.

“Steve?” you asked when opening the door.

He couldn’t sleep as well, at least that what it looked like, because he was awake immediately. Sitting up in bed and looking at you. That was his reaction. He must have slept somewhen before though, because he rubbed his eyes, as if trying to see you better. Steve’s room had always been unexplainable big to you. In a way, he seemed small in this big room which was filled with darkness.

“Y/N?” he then said surprised.

“I can’t sleep.” You stated. It should’ve been embarrassing. You walking up to him in the middle of the night. It wasn’t. Because Steve didn’t make it embarrassing.

“Do you need anything a water?” He immediately wanted to get up, blanket already moved to the side, concern filling his voice.

“No I just…” you paused, not really knowing what to say. Why did you come to him? “Maybe,” you stated. “I don’t want to be alone, the trees look like they are moving and..”

He stopped you without hesitation.

“It’s okay!” He said shortly. He didn’t laugh, didn’t mock you. Instead he made room in his bed, for you to lay next to him.

“If you want to I can sleep on the couch.” He said, while the two of you already laid next to each other.

“No it’s fine.” You said quietly. You could hear him leave out a small huff in that moment. As if saying ”thank god”.

“I want you here.” You added looking at him. Before, this had been your favourite Steve. The sleepy one. The one who would just embrace you in his arms, hold you securely. This had been what Steve was. Security. How could a person ever not be secure anymore if they had been all of it before?

You realised, Steve still was that for you. Still was there for you.

“How do you live with the fact these monsters exist?” You whispered, though you didn’t get an answer as Steve was already asleep, breathing slowed down.

You were able to fall asleep shortly after, but you didn’t get as much sleep as you hoped you would. The amount of times you woke up, made you feel uneasy. Images of those slimed monsters flashed before your eyes. The sound of the house moving against the wind made you flinch.

It was something not even Steve could protect you from.

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