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spencer reid x Hotch! daughter 

PART TWO ( you can find part one here)

word count: 3.7k 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you guys so much for all the support on the first part.

:: :: :: 

The board room in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was bustling. To an unfamiliar eye, the scattered papers, photographs and maps all across the floor would indicate that a hurricane had blown through the room. Though this madness, as chaotic as it may be, was a methodical look into a profilers brain.

In the eye of the hurricane, sat (y/n). She would fidget with the rings on her fingers or tap her foot against the ground. Now two days into the investigation, the possibility that they may not find Lacy alive plagued (y/n). 

Across the room, Spencer Reid was working on a geographical profile centered around the home that Amber (deceased), Lacy (missing) and (y/n) (Currently fucking terrified) shared.

“I’ve been looking over the note that the unsub left, I noticed something in the second line.” Prentiss announced. “-and don’t worry, I cared for Amber in her last moments. I took her last breath with poise and precision” She quoted.

(y/n)’s foot tapped a little harder. Unbeknownst to her, noted by a gentle eyed Spencer. 

Prentiss continued, “The emphasis on care, precision and poise determines almost a sincere effort to impress and please whoever found the note. These sound like the words of a female unsub. An incredibly insecure female unsub at that.”  She concluded. 

The team collectively agreed with this theory and continued on. 

Derek sat down at the table next to (y/n). “So, we know you’ve still got your phone on you, have you turned it on since you left?” He asked.

(y/n) shook her head “No, I haven’t just incase it’s being tapped.” Suddenly her fingernails became oh so interesting once more. 

Derek nodded in understanding. “Right, okay, now listen (y/n), I know it’s going to be scary but after we give the profile and do the press conference, I’m going to need you to turn that phone back on for me, it may be our only contact with our unsub.” 

This made (y/n)’s heart feel as though it were about to stop. The continual state of shock and fear that she remained in, had manifested  a sense of detachment and disconnect to the whole case. This roped her right back in to the center of the case. 

A quick nod was enough of answer for Derek as he shot a friendly wink her way. Getting up he said “Thanks kid, you know, you’re really doing great.” Before walking off. 

Replacing Dereks absence, (y/n)’s father, SSA Aaron Hotchner took a seat next to his visibly overwhelmed daughter. “How are you holding up?” He placed a loving arm around her shoulder and pulled her in.

A quiet stream of tears slid down her cheek as she hid her face into his chest, “I’m ready to wake up now, dad.” 

This killed him. A breaking father holding his broken daughter.

(y/n) held her head back up and excused herself to the restroom.

Above the hum in the room, Hotch cleared his throat, gathering everyone’s eager attention. “We are ready to present our profile. JJ, get in contact with the local PD’s and bring them all here this afternoon, we are going to need as much help as we can get.”

JJ nodded obediently and rushed out of the room straight to her office. 

:: :: ::

(y/n) sat quietly and patiently as she listened to her father and his team deliver their profile. They determined that the unsub was female, insecure and incredibly manic. The impulsive nature of this unsub means that anyone in contact with her must be prepared for her erratic behavior. This behavior may present itself through violence, self harm, or fleeing. 

Every mention of Lacy and Amber made her flinch. She knew what she had to do once these meetings were over, and she was terrified.

The core team filed back into the board room and (y/n) placed her phone onto the table. Morgan spoke up. “If you are right about the unsub tapping your phone, shortly after turning it on there is a large chance our unsub will try to contact you.”

“Reid!” Hotch grabbed the young genius’ attention. “Can you prep (y/n) for the call, it has to be her on the phone.” 

(y/n) and Spencer sat down across from each other next to a window. Far from all the chatter. Reid looked at (y/n). And suddenly, momentarily, it was like they were back on the floor of the bullpen. Something about the two of them was magnetic, there was no longer a killer that had killed one roommate and kidnapped the other, there was no unsub, no threat of security. But for now, there was a more pressing issue hand, so this spontaneous, charismatic revelation of love and soul would have to be pushed to the side. Though a silent mutual understanding had been made next to that window. That was for later.

Clearing his throat, Reid began. “Right, I’ll go over the basics for you.” He was being overly professional. Not only does he have FBI guidelines to follow, but also this gorgeous, incredible young woman’s father right across the room. Suppressing every urge in his being, he continued.

(y/n) listened with wide eyes, panic blowing on the back of her neck. 

“You need to keep the unsub on the phone for as long as you can, okay? Garcia will be tracking where the call is coming from, but the more time she has the better.”  Reid hesitated when he saw (y/n)’s hand begin to tremble. All he want to do was place her small hand in his, look her in the eye and assure her that everything will be okay. But he couldn’t. He cleared his throat “Um okay also, don’t let the conversation get off topic, we want as many hints as to where Lacy could be, her…condition-” 

A glaze glimmered across (y/n)’s eyes. The saddest glimmer the young profiler had ever seen. Reid could see she was trying to hold it together. 

“We’ll all be here with you. Your father, Rossi, all of us.”  (y/n) nodded, a lone tear escaping her.

Instinctively, Reid’s hand lay gently on top of her own. He gave in to yearning. The second (y/n) and Reid finally connected, a new star found its way into the sky. A rosebud bloomed and all the birds sang.

“I’ll be there.” He concluded.

(y/n)’s heart was fighting its way out of her chest. “Okay…” She began. “I can do this, we can do this.”

Reid nodded.

“For Lacy.”

“(y/n), Reid. We’re all set up. Ready when you are.” Garcia announced from across the room.

Reid quickly detracted his hand, (y/n) instantly felt a sense of loss and longing for its return.

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) responded back with a (hopefully) confident sounded “I’m ready.”

She sharply stood up and found her way over to the large table where the rest of the team had already crowded around. A speaker sat in the center, as well as veins of wires spreading between all sorts of machinery.

Taking a seat next to her father, she felt his hand make its way to her shoulder. 

“You’ve got this, (y/n). I’m right here next to you. She can’t hurt you from here.” Hotch told his shaking daughter. She leaned into his hand before sitting back up straight.

“Okay… turn it on.”

Garcia reached across the table grabbing the phone. Holding down the power button, the screen began to light up. The room got silent.

36 seconds.

36 seconds of sheer panic.

36 seconds of pure silence.

36 seconds and (y/n) and Spencer Reid’s eyes did not leave one and others.

The hum of a ringtone slices through the silence. The tension cut short. 

“Show time.” Rossi says quietly, shooting (y/n) a look of encouragement. 

(y/n) looks to her father one last time before grabbing the phone. “Hello?” She asks. Struggling to hear anything past the bulldozing beat of her screaming heart. 

Garcia connects the phone to the speaker so everyone could hear. 

There was a low trill which was slowly getting louder. a laugh. not a maniacal laugh. more like a hysterical, painful, uncontrollable roar. 

All eyes across the table dart to one and other, not entirely sure of how to proceed. 

The laughing finally ceases. “It’s good to hear from you, (y/n). I’ve missed you.” The woman drawls. 

A shiver ran down her spine. “Do you have Lacy?” (y/n) ignored the tremble in her voice, using all of her power to not burst into tears. 

The woman on the phone chuckled once more. “You mean the bitch that won’t stop whining and screaming?! I’m surprised you can’t hear her.”

Prentiss nodded and whispered in a hushed tone “This is a good sign Lacy’s still alive.”

Morgan leaned over to Garcia. “You got it, baby girl?” He asked

“Just need a little longer to work my magic” Garcia responded. 

“C-can i talk to her?” (y/n) asked. 

Spencer looks to her worryingly. As if trying to warn her, she may not like what she hears. 

There was a slight pause, the static on the line held steady. 

“I think that’s going to have to be a no.” The woman on the phone decided.  “Bye now, (y/n) See you soon.” She said

Before (y/n) could even process, the line goes dead. She instantly looks to Garcia. “We’ve got a location!” She announces

A big sigh of relief falls over the table. 

Hotch stands quickly, grabbing his jacket. “Right, let’s head out.”

:: :: :: 

Crammed in the SUV, Hotch and (y/n) took the front two seats, with Hotch driving. Spencer and Rossi took the back two seats, and the others traveled in a operate vehicle. 

“So we can definitely determine that you have come in contact with this unsub before, or at least she has come in contact with you.”  Spencer piped up while Hotch weaved through traffic.

“Did you recognize their voice?”Rossi asks (y/n).

(y/n) was once again fiddling with the rings on her fingers, “Uh…no, I don’t think I did.” The entire car ride her thoughts felt like the static on the other end of that phone call. She couldn’t think of any thing other than Lacy. Hoping, pleading that she would be okay.

A petit blue house at the end of a road was surrounded by flashing sirens and yellow tape.  This was it. (y/n) thought. They were getting Lacy back.

Hopping out of the van, (y/n) was instantly fitted with a bulletproof vest.  Her father, also wearing a vest, made his way towards her. “Listen, there’s a chance that we’re going to need you in there. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t come to that. But I need you to be ready… just in case, okay?” Hotch looked at his daughter, the pair both had matching vests and matching teary eyes.

Not letting any tears spill, (y/n) nodded harshly. “Okay, I just can’t wait for this to be over.”

Hotchner sighed and agreed. “Me too kid-“ Placing his hands on her shoulders, he continued “We’ve got to go in now. I love you, (y/n). Always.” He pulled her into a welcome bone-crushing hug.  

“I love you too, Dad.” She whispered, before letting go, and watching her dad, Prentiss and Morgan file into the old house, after kicking down the door of course.

Looking to her left, (y/n) noticed the doe-eyed genius had stayed behind. “Aren’t you supposed to be in there too?” She inquired. Not really caring about the answer, more just trying to distract from the deafening static that comes with a side of panic and trauma.

Reid smiled slightly. “Oh I asked to stay behind with you. Just so…you know, in case you do need to go in, you don’t have to be by yourself.”

This was the first time (y/n) had seen Spencer less than 100% sure of what he was saying. But she couldn’t help but admit the relief and gratitude she felt after hearing this.

Looking him in the eyes, that familiar magnetism returned. “Thank you.”

:: :: ::

Almost 6 minutes had gone by, and (y/n) was getting nervous. 

“What do you think is taking them so long?” (y/n) asked Spencer. 

Just as he was about to respond, both radios attached to their vests began to sound. Amidst the harmony of static and beeping, the pair could make out Prentiss’  voice saying. “Bring (y/n) in. I repeat, bring (y/n) in. Slowly.”

(y/n)’s heart sunk. “Fuck.” Was all that she could muster up. 

Instinctively, Spencer reached for (y/n)’s hand once more, this time with no plan of letting go. “Hey, it’s okay (y/n). I’ll be right here with you.”

Following his lead, (y/n) could barely feel her legs. Entering the building, she quickly assessed the room. To her left, Morgan and Prentiss had their guns drawn, following their aim, she saw the back of a blonde woman’s head, she was scrabbling around screeching, fighting (y/n)’s father. Through the shock and haze, (y/n) couldn’t really process what was going on entirely. Looking even more to the right, she noticed Lacy, strapped to a chair, with a gag made of cloth surpassing whatever she was trying to say.

This was what it took to break (y/n) out of the daze. Making eye contacted with her missing, presumed dead roommate after days of worrying created a wave of emotion to crash through her. Sobbing, she screamed out “LACY!” Slipping out of Reid’s grasp and running towards her helpless friend.

The commotion between Hotch and the blonde woman halted, “(y/n)! It is just wonderful to see you again.” The familiar voiced drawled.

(y/n) looked towards the woman, instantly noting the large blade dangling between her thumb and finger. Finally, (y/n) made eye contact with the woman. The woman who killed amber. The woman who kidnapped and tortured Lacy. The woman who looked a bit too familiar.

“Sylvia.” (y/n) finally matched a name to that devious smile.

Sylvia chuckled. “Oh, so you DO remember me.” 

Of course she did. Sylvia was (y/n)’s old neighbor. A few weeks after moving in, (y/n) had met Sylvia one evening when they both arrived home at the same time. After some introductory small talk, (y/n) was invited in, though she didn’t want to be rude, she had already had such a long day at work and was ready to go to bed. Politely declining, in the following weeks she would see Sylvia every day. It seemed no matter what time (y/n) would come home, Sylvia would be there too. It was then things started to take a turn. Frequently, (y/n)’s power would go out, she’d awake to find her front door was wide open or that a faucet had been left on. She didn’t stay in that apartment for very long.

(y/n) quite literally hadn’t a tear left to shed. “Why are you doing this?” .

Lessening the grip on the blade, Sylvia became once again fixated on (y/n). (y/n) held her gaze, knowing what she was doing.

“All…all I’ve wanted from you, was a friend. I offered you tea. I tried to hang out with you. And what did you do?? YOU TURNED AROUND AND MOVED ACROSS TOWN WITH THOSE TWO BITCHES.” She was screaming now. 

Noting the vulnerability. Spencer took the opportunity to kick the blade out of Sylvia’s hand. 

“GO!” (y/n) cried as her father roughly grabbed Sylvia’s arms and forced them behind her back. “Don’t you ever even THINK about hurting my daughter ever again.” He threatened, venom spilling from his lips. 

Walking her out of the door. (y/n) rushed over to Lacy, along side Prentiss and Reid. Spencer unbound her hands while Prentiss and (y/n) worked on untying the gag. The moment she was released she threw her arms over (y/n) in a roaring sob of relief.

“Oh god, oh god. Thank you.” Lacy cried.

:: :: ::

The paramedics came in to take Lacy away to the hospital. Because of her fragility mentally and physically, no visitors were allowed to go with her for the time being. 

Before they knew it, the case was over. It had never felt real. 

Back in that SUV with her father, Spencer and Rossi, (y/n) couldn’t help but smile. Lacy was okay.

It was a longer drive back, there was no need to rush. The sun was setting. The highway lines glowed against the purple sky. An orange halo fell onto all of them. Glancing up into the rearview mirror, (y/n) caught Spencer’s eye. He smiled towards her. Her chest fluttered.  That was a quiet drive, but none of them seemed to mind.

:: :: ::

FOUR MONTHS LATER

It took about a week and a half for (y/n) to finish moving and unpacking all of the boxes in her new apartment. Though she had garnered some help from her father and Rossi.

On a warm summer Friday, (y/n) had decided to invite the BAU team over for a house-warming dinner party. Of course, her cooking would not be as excellent as Rossi’s homemade Italian cuisine she had come to know and love. Since Sylvia, Hotchner had been a lot more open about bringing (y/n) into the office. She had formed quite a bond with the team members, specifically a certain cardiganned doe eyed genius.

It was 5PM now, 1 hour until she told everyone to come. (y/n) wore sweats as she attempted to makeup her face a little. It was then that the doorbell rang. Jumping up, (y/n) only assumed that it was her father. He was always way too early. Opening the door, she was shocked to see Spencer standing there.

“Oh! Hey Spence.” She invited him in, instantly becoming overly aware of what she was wearing, how she was standing and only having one eyebrow done. Being so fixated on this, she didn’t recognize the unusual nervousness Reid was exhibiting. He rocked back on forth on his feet, not being able to find the right words.

“Hey, uh, sorry I’m so early. I just wanted to talk to you about something real quick before everyone else got here.” He managed to stumble out. 

(y/n) nodded for him to continue, feeling slightly worried. 

“Do you remember when we first met? On the floor of the bullpen at the BAU?” He posed, somewhat out of nowhere. 

(y/n) smiled fondly. “Of course I do, silly.” 

“Well,” Reid started up again. “Ever since that morning, I have never been the same.” He stopped abruptly, checking in with (y/n), making sure he wasn’t scaring her.

(y/n)’s heart skipped a beat,   “Go on…” She prompted.

“It’s just that, every time I look at you, my brain slows down. All I can think about is you. I don’t even have to be in the same room as you, but If I think of you, which I do often, you’re all I can focus on. At first I thought there was something wrong with me, but then, I realized that this wasn’t a bad thing.” 

A small smile found it’s way to (y/n)’s face. Hopefully she was correct about the direction that this was going.

“You see, (y/n), I WANT to only think about you, because when I do, I feel as though the sun is dancing all around me. When we look at each other, It feels like magic. Like the world was made for us to be in the same room. Please, tell me you feel it too.” Reid’s ramblings pause.

Sighing, (y/n) takes a step closer to him. “Well it’s about time you said something. I was worried it was just me.” Her smile widened as did his.

“Thank god.” Spencer quickly muttered, and before she knew it his large hands were on the sides of her face slipping into her hair. The moment their lips connected it were as if lightening had escaped from within them. It was electrifying.

(y/n) and Spencer made their way onto the couch as their hands gripped all over each other.

An electrical storm of love and soul consumed them. Breaking apart only to catch their breath.

Suddenly a loud chime made it’s way from the door. (y/n) shot up straight. “Shit what time is it??”.

Spencer glanced at his watch. “5:58” He reported. 

Getting up, she whispered just incase whoever was behind the door had recently acquired super hearing. “Can you get the door? I have to finish getting ready. Also, you should probably fix your hair so you don’t look like we just made out for 40 minutes.” With a wink she left the young agent with a passionate  kiss before running off to her room.

Frantically completing her other eyebrow and applying lip gloss, (y/n) slipped on a new sundress. Past the door she could hear a couple of familiar voices. Taking a breath she smoothed out her dress and opened the door.

In her living room, she found a JJ, Garcia, Morgan and her father. While the girls complimented her look, she gave her dad a quick hug as they waited for the rest of the team to arrive.

Emerging from the kitchen with two glasses of water, was an awestruck Reid. He not-so-subtly looked her up and down before shortly clearing his throat and handing her a glass. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think boy wonder had a crush.” Morgan chuckled. Almost everyone found this amusing. However, Hotch’s face didn’t show even a glimmer of amusement.

Brushing it off swiftly, (y/n) and Spencer subconsciously stood a little farther apart than normal.

The night continued on as the rest of the team showed up. At this point, everyone was at the very least a little bit drunk. Some more than others (Prentiss went hard).

While everyone was laughing huddled around the loud kitchen, Spencer took this opportunity to lean and whisper to (y/n). “I like the lipstick.”

(y/n) blushed, something she wasn’t quite used to the feeling of. “It’s a good thing you interrupted me before I had the chance to put it on, otherwise your face may be stained right about now.” 

He jokingly rolled his eyes at her as they seamlessly rejoin the conversation.

At the dinner table, the riotous chatter continued, and somewhere, at some point, Spencer and (y/n)’s hands had found their way into each others.  Out of sight from everyone else, however nothing else was on their minds.

:: :: :: FIN!!

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“Kick Me”

This was made for this awesome Spencer Reid x Hotch!daughter fic by @imaginesfor-thesoul (x)!!

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spencer reid x hotch! daughter

(this is totally an au w/out jack and haley IM SORRY)

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The BAU had always heard about SSA Hotchner’s beloved daughter, (y/n), though none of the members had ever had the pleasure of meeting the aforementioned.

Besides the occasional anecdote, Hotch kept mostly to himself about his family. The only tangible evidence that (y/n) even existed was the black and white baby picture propped up on Hotch’s desk. On especially hard days, that silver photo frame displaying his gorgeous baby girl would be the only thing getting him through the day.

Naturally, mystery creates conspiracy. Derek had proposed that perhaps she was trouble, a black sheep. Maybe Hotch was ashamed to talk about her. Garcia, on the other hand, had attempted at some light snooping (minor invasion of privacy). Her search amounted to nothing more than a couple report cards and a birth certificate. JJ could appreciate Hotch’s value of privacy for his family, though on drunken nights with Emily and Spencer would sometimes picture what the mystery girl looked like (this often concluded with a female hotchner, furrowed brows and all).

The elusive daughter of aaron hotchner was far from the BAU’s mind that day, when a young girl wandered into the bullpen asking to talk to “Mr. Hotchner”.

The girl, late teens early twenties at first glance, walked into the buzzing room with a look of worry, yet a piqued interest.

She had got in using her last name and showing ID just to confirm. “Would you like me to tell your dad that you’re here, sweetie?” the kind woman front desk asked with soft eyes.

(y/n) shook her head “that’s alright, i’ll find him, thanks.”

Walking through the glass doors, it was busier than she was expecting. Perhaps she would need help finding her dad after all.

Taking cautious steps, so not to disturb the important people probably doing very important things all around her, (y/n) didn’t see the 6’1” mop of hair and cardigan approaching behind her.

“What are you looking for?” A silvery voice inquired from behind her.

The sudden voice caused (y/n) to jump out of her skin “Jesus dude, you scared the hell out of me!” She turned to see a man. A very gorgeous man. He wore tall cheekbones and wide, heartbreaking eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized quickly, though his previous question still lingering in the air.

(y/n) crossed her arms over her chest and quirked a brow. “How did you know I was looking for something?”

The man flashed a quick (cocky) smirk before stating “Well to start, when you got to the glass door, you pulled before pushing it open, indicating that you’ve never been here before, or at the very least, haven’t been here often. You came in slowly and scanned the entire floor, shortly analyzing every face around you, as well as reading every sign on a door from where you entered to here.” He finished. He spoke quickly, precisely and matter of factly.

As impressed as she was, all (y/n) could manage to say was “So you’re a profiler, huh. Let me guess, Reid?” She had remembered her dad telling her about the young genius.

Taken slightly aback, Spencer responded with “Uh, yeah. And you?”

“That’s not important. What is important however is the fact that you’ve been watching me! What, do I have a “kick me” sign on my back or something?” (y/n) nervously quipped. For some reason, he made her feel small... and warm, is it hot in here??

“No, not that I saw” He smiled lightly. “So, can I help you find something?”

(y/n) remembered why she had come here in the first place. “Oh yeah! Can you point me towards my- uh... Mr. Hotchner.” She cringed a little at her close slip up.

Reid instinctively pointed towards the top of the steps of the bullpen and towards the middle office. “He’s right up there-“

(y/n) lit up and began heading that direction.

“Wait you can’t just walk in there, he might be on a call or something. Do you have an appointment maybe we can get you to JJ!” He fumbled over his words as the girl continued to confidently stride towards his bosses office.

He looked to the members of his team for any sort of guidance or suggestions, yet they all remained speechless when the girl threw open Hocthner’s office door and jumped on in. “Who the fuck?” Was all Derek could say.

(y/n) pulled the door open with an unexpected force. It had been about 2 weeks since she had seen her father, and the look of surprise on his face made the homecoming all the more better.

“(y/n)?! What are you doing here?? How did you get in?” Hotchner questioned. Concerned, yet always happy to see his girl.

Noticing the numerous sets of eyes on him from the profilers downstairs, he quickly closed the blinds before scooping (y/n) into an overdue bear hug. “I missed you, dad.” She told him, letting go of him.

“I missed you too, (y/n). Always.” Smiling sadly, he ushered her over to his desk to take a seat.

“So what’s going on?” Hotchner asks, his furrowed brow returning.

(y/n) sighs, returning to reality stung a bit as the memories flood back. “I’m sorry I didn’t just do this over phone but I’m too afraid to use my phone in case someone is tapping it.” She let out, a slight pounding in her chest as the anxiety returns.

“What are you talking about?” Hotch eagerly asked. Worry spreading across his features.

“Do you remember a couple weeks ago my roommate, Amber, passed away from a drug overdose?” (y/n) began.

Hotch nodded.

“Well, two nights ago, I came back and my other roommate, Lacy is-“ (y/n) was trying everything in her power not to cry in front of her dad, though the words could barely come out. “She’s missing, dad! And there was a note... A note saying that whoever left it had killed Amber and that Lacy was next!”

She was hysterical now.

Hotchner’s heart broke as fear rose within him. His worse fear of something happening to (y/n) was getting dangerously close, and his sobbing daughter in front of him made him ache through and through.

“Right, here’s what we’ll do.” He took her hands in his in attempt to get her to stop crying.

“I’ll get the team on it right away. you’re going to have to help us, but I promise you, we will keep you safe.” (y/n) nodded and wiped the flowing tears off her cheek.

After a few more minutes of consolation, (y/n) had gathered herself and followed behind her father out his office door. Standing above the bullpen, Hotch shortly cleared his throat gaining the attention of his team. “We’ve got an urgent case, everyone up here now, Morgan, grab Garcia.”. The tall, dark and undeniably handsome man nodded and headed off promptly.

The rest of the team, curious as to why JJ hadn't brought the case to the team obeyed nonetheless. Reid caught (y/n)’s eyes once more. Through that gaze, an incomparable sense of safety fell upon the two. 

Filing into a board room, Morgan and Garcia were the last to stumble in after Hotch, (y/n), Reid, Prentiss, JJ and Rossi. It was interesting for (y/n) to finally place faces to the names she had heard many stories about. 

Hotch stood before the team. “Everyone, this is my daughter, (y/n). I wish I could've introduced her under different circumstances but here we are.”

A slight, barely audible realization settled through the team with Derek and Garcia fondly smiling towards you, JJ and Prentiss sharing a glance as if to say “called it”, Rossi nodding in understanding and Reid gaining a slight look of fear across his features.

As her father explained the events from the past couple of weeks, (y/n) zoned in and out, knowing the case through and through. Though she was still fearful, she let her mind drift towards the absolute sunshine that was Dr. Spencer Reid. His light had been the only source to pull (y/n) out of her total darkness, though it was just momentary.

They were magnetic from across the table. She didn't want him to pity her. As Hotch detailed what was going on, Reid couldn't help but glance at the girl, in a silent attempt at reassurance. 

Pictures of Lacy and Amber (that Garcia had quickly dug up) up on the screen, (y/n) felt the familiar feeling of darkness creeping up once more, her eyes welling up, though she couldn't seem to look away. She didn't seem to hear as Hotchner finished up and the team immediately jumped into action.

A large hand made its way to her trembling one. “We’ll find her, I promise”.

(y/n) looked into Reid’s soulful eyes and she could tell, he genuinely meant it.

Catching sight of her father’s furrowed brow, she swiftly slid her hand from under his and cleared her throat. She shortly replied “Thank you.” Though the look in her eye declared so much more.

:: :: ::

part two

AN oh hey, it’s been a minute. 

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “If On A Winters Night” (Dean Winchester)

characters: reader x dean winchester

word count: 2.1K

warnings: angst, swearing

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You first met him 6 years ago. You knew about what hunters do, especially considering your father was one, but you were never interested in hunting for your own. You knew how to survive, thats what mattered. 

Yet 6 years ago, when she got wrapped up in a shapeshifter case, she met him. Dean Winchester. The man who, unbeknownst to you, would go on to be one of the most important people you would ever know. 

After the hunt, you got dragged to celebratory drinks with the Winchester brothers. It was there that those green eyes caught your undivided attention. 

Sam had turned in early, leaving just you and Dean at the bar. What had happened that night was fairy tale material. There was no meaningless sex, no sloppy drunken kisses or tearful confessions. What transpired that night was pure connection.

When the conversation turned from casual chit-chat to an interesting and meaningful discussion is still unclear. But the two of you talked until last call, and talked all the way to the motel you both happened to be staying at. And even though your room was all the way on the other side of the complex, he walked your right up to your door continuing the conversation until the two of you finally bid farewell.

What you weren't expecting though, was the fact that the next morning he was gently knocking on your door.

Thus began the second day of your week long affair. 

Each day he surprised you with something else to do. Go out for ice cream, late night drives, karaoke club etc. Even though you had only known him for a couple of days, your feelings for him were exponential. And he felt the same.

7 days after your initial meeting, the two of you had mindlessly wandered through the city, going wherever your feet would take you, you found yourself back at the motel. Lingering by your door frame, not wanting the night to end.

Dean looked at you with those torturous green eyes, and a smile couldn't help but land on your lips. 

“You can’t smile at me like that.” Dean had said.

“And why not?” You contend, a line of confusion rushing across your forehead.

A smirk appeared on his face “Because I may just have to do something about it.”

Before you could say a word, he leant down and cupped your face. Parting your lips with his with ardent. Absolutely unforgettable.

The next morning you woke up to rythmic banging on the door. The noise was increasing as you rushed to the old wooden door. A slight smile was on your face at the idea that it could be Dean.

Swinging it open, you were met with a teary eyed Dean. His face flushed and hands running through his blond hair.  Your light smile immediately dropped as you saw the state he was in.

He looks up at you and immediately scoops you up into a back breaking hug. His hand in your hair, and chin on your shoulder.

“(y/n)...I’m just...i’m so sorry (y/n)” He says into your hair before quickly unraveling his arms from around you and heading towards the door, not before hastily placing a folded piece of paper on to your desk.

You stand there, dumbfounded with a light gloss over your eyes. What just happened?

You rush to the table and unfold the paper, your breath hitching as you start to read.

(y/n),

This week that we have had together has been one of the greatest weeks of my entire life. I have never felt more instantly connected with a person then I have with you. That’s what makes this so difficult. I have been called for a hunt that’s all the way across the country. Though I thought long and hard about asking you to join me, instead i’ve made the selfish choice of letting you go. You have been trying to distance your self from this lifestyle and unfortunately I am in no position to do the same. No matter how much I want to. You are the most incredible person I have ever met. I hope our paths cross again. Just under different circumstances. I will never forget the girl I fell in love with in 7 days.

Goodbye for now,

Dean Winchester

And just like that he was out of your life forever. You could feel your heart break a little bit more overtime you read over the letter. You longed for him again, yet over time, that longing turned to resentment.

How dare he just leave you like that? Tell you he loves you and then you never hear from him again?

You were convinced that if you ever saw him again, you would punch him right in the face for all of the pain he had caused you.

Yet, 6 years later, that wasn’t quite what happened. 

You’ve had boyfriends since then. Although they seemed more like substitutes as those green eyes were always in the back of your head.

You felt stupid for still thinking about him. You only knew him for a week. But however much you date and meet new people, you are never satisfied knowing what real connection feels like now. Constantly searching for a spark that you know could only be ignited by a single person.

Yet here you were, on a winters night, walking through a snow pact parking lot on your way to another blind date at some smokey downtown bar. 

You finally reach the door and take a deep breath before entering. You glide through the tables by the bar. Your friend told you to search for a brunette over 6ft with a full beard named Alex.

You see a man of that description sitting at a two person table with a bottle of wine. You approach the table and ask “Alex?”

He looks up at you, “(y/n)? oh my goodness you are even more beautiful then I could've ever imagined.” He says with a pearly white grin.

You smile and sit in your seat, taking off your jacket. 

The date was going okay. It was nothing special and you were almost positive that there wasn’t going to be a second date. Alex was talking about his family when all of a sudden he interrupts himself, saying “Oh my god, look at that loner over there, I bet he spends every night here, drinking his life away.”

Your brows furrow at the rude comment, yet you are still inclined to turn and look at the subject.

Spinning in your chair, you turn to see someone you’d never thought you’d see again. Quickly snapping back around, your cheeks go pail and you start to feel very dizzy. 

Alex notices your instant mood change and starts to question it. You can barely hear what he’s saying as you feel your hands start to shake. It was only when Alex reached over to you that you were snapped out of your trance.

“(y/n)? What’s wrong?” He asked.

:: :: ::

DEANS POV

After just finishing a long hunt, Dean decided to go get a drink at the closest bar he could find. After sitting for about 15 minutes, downing his drinks, he decided to look around the room, in search of someone to talk to, or just to simply observe.

He saw a bachelorette party, which he decided to stay far away from. Some friends at a bar and some people on a date at a table near the bar. He could only see the guy’s face, as the girl’s back was towards him.

He continued looking around the room as his sipped his drink, thinking over the days hunt. 

However his thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone yell “(y/n)? What’s wrong?”.

His mind immediately went back to the beautiful girl he once knew. Yet he shook it off, not wanting to give himself any false hope. However, he tuned more into their conversation out of pure curiosity.

It was when he heard a soft voice  stumble out “I’m sorry...it’s nothing. Really.” That his heart started to race. He knew that voice. It can’t be true.

His legs start to move on their own as he finds himself at the couples table, staring at those eyes he fell in love with over 6 years ago. 

“(y/n)?” He softly asks, voice breaking.

:: :: ::

NORMAL POV

Just as you were finally starting to get your thoughts back together, a pair of green eyes approached, staring right back into yours. Your heart dropped. 

“(y/n)?” He softly asks. 

Voice quivering you share a soft, hurt smile. “Hi Dean.”

You both stay there frozen for a little while, just taking in each other’s presence. It was then that Alex cleared his throat and caught Dean’s attention. “Hey man, i’m Alex.” He offers a hand, which Dean hastily accepts before focusing right back on you.

Out of impulse, you suddenly stand up and put on your coat. “Okay Alex, this was fun but I should probably be going now.” You say to your dumbfounded date.

You turn to Dean. “It was nice seeing you again.” Before turning to leave the building.

As you leave you hear rushed footsteps behind you. “Wait! (y/n) please wait.” It was Dean.

Both of you were in the freezing cold. It was lightly snowing but you could still feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“What Dean? What do you want?” You snap, the fire in the chest is the only thing keeping you warm.

Dean stops “(y/n) I am so sorry for what I did to you all those years ago. But I need you to know, I never stopped thinking about you. I think about you everyday. You are the greatest person I have ever known and I am so sorry I threw what we had away.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you could hardly think straight and the snowflakes falling were distorting your vision even more. Finally, you said “You have cause me so much pain. I hate you so much, Dean Winchester, but more than my hate for you, I hate that i’ve never stopped thinking about you either. You broke me. Over one fucking week you managed to break me. How vulnerable does that make me?” You say with a bitter chuckle.

Dean steps closer to you, taking your shaking hand into his. “I never stopped loving you (y/n).”

“You can’t just say that to me and think all is forgiven. It has been 6 goddamned years and you think you can just show up and tell me you love me and i’ll fall right back into your arms?” You say, not exactly believing every word you say.

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” Dean lowers his head and shoves his hands in his pockets, turning away. 

“Wait!” You exclaim, realizing that this may be your only ever opportunity to feel that true happiness again. “Come here” You open your arms as an invitation for a hug.

 With a smile he runs over to you, lifting you up while he wrapped his arms around your frame.

With that hug you were instantly transported to that week 6 years ago, that magical week that has left you with nothing but longing and despair. You melt into his arms as the tears flow even more.

“I love you Dean.” You whisper.

He responds with that kiss. You completely forget that its the middle of winter as you could've stood there forever. 

After breaking apart, the two of you lock fingers and start to head back in towards the bar for warmth. You can barely believe that this is even happening right now. Before you go in you pause. “Wait, Alex is still in there.”

Dean smiles. “Lets go for a drive then.”

:: :: ::

hellooo this was so much fun to write. please let me know what you guys think xxx

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “seeking solace” (Daryl Dixon imagine)

characters: reader x daryl dixon, rick grimes

word count: 1.1k

warnings: sad stuff, swearing, death, fluff, i’m low-key just writing this bc i’m hella sad and need summat like this lol

:: :: ::

You still lie awake upon your make-shift bed. Your eyes ached. Your throat raw. It still does’t feel real enough for you to just get up and move on. You just lie there with an empty head and a worn out spirit.

“I’m so tired. So fucking tired of all of this.” you thought.

You felt so alone. In your room, all by yourself. No one had dared to bother you, not after what happened. 

It had all felt like it happened in slow motion though so quick. It seems cliche but it’s true. One second everything was fine. Everyone was fine. Some were even laughing. Finding something to laugh about in this day and age was something you treasure. The next second, however, bullets were piercing through your sister, brother, neighbor and almost everyone else in your group who went out on the goddamn run.

Out of 17, 3 people came back. Out of the 3 who came back, 1 made it through the night.

You were only grazed on your left side. Internally though, you could be declared dead in the morning. It felt like all you had left was your best friend, Daryl.

He was on a different run that day and he still hasn’t returned. He doesn’t know what happened. He’s the only person that you really feel like you need to see right now.

:: :: ::

Daryl’s POV

The sun was beating down on my back as I drove my motorcycle down the side-street which lead to Alexandria. I approached the opening gates slowly and sighed once I finally parked up.

After dropping off the supplies, I start to head towards (y/n)’s place when Rick steps in my way.

I give a small smile “Hey Rick, how are ya’?” I ask, confused as to why he's blocking my path.

I look into his downcast eyes. Somethings wrong.”Daryl listen, something happened while you were away. It’s about (y/n)...” He trails off.

My whole body immediately tenses up as my mind races with the worst. 

“W-well? Go on would ya’?” I ask, my voice coming out shakier than intended.

Rick sighs. “While she was out on a run, her group was attacked.” 

My breath hitches in my throat as Rick proceeds. “We lost 16 of ours... (y/n) was the only one who made it out.”

I slowly start to feel myself breathe again. “Who did we lose?”

“(y/n) lost everyone. Her sister, brother, everyone close. We also lost...” Rick continues to list off fallen members of out community. My heart aches with each named mentioned yet (y/n) lingers in my mind. 

I’ve got to go see her.

Once I was finished with Rick he gave me a pat on the shoulder as I started to make my way to (y/n).

I make to her room. I knock on the door three times, but after hearing no response I start to creak the door open.

:: :: ::

Regular POV again

You lay stiff under your blankets. You heard the knocks, but you figured if you didn’t say anything then they would just leave, but to your surprise, the door handle starts to turn and the door inches open.

You turn your heavy head to your left to see who the perp was. A wave of relief went through your body as your dry eyes met your best friends icy ones.

“Oh (y/n)” Daryl said, falling to his knees at your bedside, extending his hand for you to hold.

“(y/n) I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. If i’d known i’dev-”

“You’re here now.” You cut him off. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use and amount of tears.

His heart broke hearing you speak. You didn’t deserve this. No one does. 

You let go of his hand to pat the bedding next to you, as if to ask him to join you in your misery. 

Daryl is quick to respond as he kicks off his boots and slides under the blanket with you. His arms are quick to wrap around you.

Now when any old person meets the infamous archer, the adjectives: soft, caring, gentle, don’t normally come to mind. But somehow when the two of you found each other in this fucked up day and age, something inside of him switched. 

The two of you instantly connected. You would share your sorrows, enjoy laughs together and somewhere along the road, you both found yourself falling for each other. Not that you’d ever admit that to each other.

You immediately settled into his arms as your bottom lip quivered. You had missed him while he was gone. You miss everyone. You’d been going through this all alone, and now that he was here, your best friend, the love of your life, you could feel your tense body finally start to ease up.

You could breathe again.

You drape your free arm around Daryl and look up into his gentle eyes as his fingers gently traced circles along your back and shoulders and find their way to start playing with your hair. 

“You’re all i’ve got, Dixon.” You manage to say.

Daryls grip on your tightens. Your head now resting on his chest. “I love you, (y/l/n).”

Your heart falls to the bottom of your stomach. 

A tear slides down your face and onto his chest. “I love you too.” You practically whisper.

The two of you, intertwined lay there for quite a while. Soon enough, you could start to see the sunsetting through the window.

The lowering sun created a golden glow in the room. Everything seemed to glitter. A warm feeling was starting to return in your heart, one you hadn’t felt in days.

 And it seems Daryl felt the same as he squeezed your hand before whispering into your hair. “Everything’s gonna be okay (y/n)...we’re gonna get through this, you and I. I’ll be with you as long as you’ll have me.”

And in that moment, in the golden glow, in the arms of the love of your life, it really started to feel like that could actually be possibility. 

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(a/n) wow i’m damaged haha. please let me know if you liked it! feedback is appreciated xxx

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “lying low” (Draco Malfoy imagine)

characters: reader x draco malfoy, sister!reader x harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

word count: 2.4K

warnings: secrecy, slightly ooc, conflict, mild swearing, harry being a  d i c k.

You can’t pinpoint exactly when it started to happen, but it was sometime towards the end of your fifth year. Somehow, someway, you found your way into the arms of a slytherin. Draco Malfoy to be exact.

You, (y/n) Potter had contracted some feelings for mister Malfoy, just as he had for you.

Of course, when you first started noticing your sudden affection for him, you were mortified with yourself. He is after all, your twin brother’s Hogwarts rival. But that mortification turned to disregard of the obvious problems that would arise if your shared infatuation was to proceed any further.

You started to always sit in the same spot in the great hall every meal, as you knew he would be sitting across the hall in such a way that you could always look of to him, without any suspicion arising. Your glances turned to gazes, as your desire grew more and more. 

It was the very last day of year five before all pupils left for summer break, that he finally came up to you. Everyone had their trunks beside them as they hugged and cried, saying goodbye to their friends for now. You had already said your goodbyes, as you knew you would be seeing Ron and Hermione throughout the break.

You were sat on top of your trunk, waiting for Harry to finish packing. He was still getting over Sirius’ death. You were personal never as close to him as Harry was, but you could feel your heart pang whenever he came up in conversation. Suddenly, there was a light tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around and saw none other than Draco Malfoy with a rare small smile sitting on his lips. 

You could feel your eyes light up and your heart quickening at the sight of him. You cleared your throat and asked “May I help you?”.

His smiled widened as he looked at your beaming face. “Well, Miss Potter, I was wondering if I could talk to you somewhere a bit more…private.” He gestures with his head to the students scattered around the court yard. 

You nod and leave your trunk as you follow him through the courtyard and behind some pillars. You lean your back against the stone as he stands in front of you.”So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” You ask with a seemingly innocent smile.

“Well,” He starts. “I just wanted let you know that I looked forward to dining in the great hall everyday, just because I knew it meant that i’d get to see you.” You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as he continued.

“Quite frankly Potter, you are about the only thing I have that I can look forward to, and we’ve hardly had a formal conversation.” Draco said in a smooth, cool tone.

“I never in a million years could have ever seen myself falling for a Slytherin, let alone the one Slytherin my brother absolutely despises.” You tell him.

Draco’s eyebrows raise. “Falling for?” He asks. He was slowly getting closer to you, causing your breath to hitch,

A smirk plays at your lips as you retort “Aren’t you?”. He takes another stride towards you. His lips in front of your lips. Your hands on his chest.

“Well that’s a silly question, love.” He smiles before leaning in. Closing the gap between you two. Your lips hovered for a short moment before you both were engulfed in a firework inducing kiss. There was electricity coursing through your veins.

This felt right. More right than anything has ever felt. 

Your hands found your way to his hair, but before it could go any further. You heard a painfully familiar voice shouting out for you.

“(y/n)! Where are you?” It was Harry.

You break the kiss and look into Draco’s star filled eyes. 

“I’ve got to go…” You mumble, really not wanting the moment to be over.  Draco’s eyes drop in disappointment as he nods. “I understand.” Just as you start to turn away, his voice sounds again. 

“Wait!” he exclaims. You turn around to see him scrabbling for a piece of paper. He scribbles something down and hands it to you.

“It’s my postal address, will you write to me this summer?” He asks you hopefully.

You fold the piece of paper and put it in your pocket. “Of course, Draco.” And with that you took off in search of your brother.

:: :: :: Of course you wrote him. You wrote him every day. And everyday you got a letter in return. Harry was getting suspicious of course, so you told him that you had become pen pals with one of your old room mates.

You kept all of the letters in a box. Each letter signed off with XX DM.

You couldn’t wait for the school year to start just so you could look into his icy blue eyes again.

:: :: ::

The day was finally here. Your mind was racing with excitement but also nerves.  You could hardly wait to see him. As soon as you got on the train your leg started bouncing with anticipation.

You and Harry had found the train compartment with Hermione and Ron and took your seats next to them.  He was the only thing on your mind. You just had to see him.

After roughly half an hour of sitting in your brain consuming thoughts, you decided to take action. “I’m going to walk around a bit, stretch my legs.” You told your friends as you got up and walked into the aisle. 

You knew exactly where you were headed. In one of his letters, Draco had written how he (along with the other slytherins) always sat in one of the very first carriages.

Walking with your head held high, you knew you couldn’t make it obvious, as no one knows of your relationship (which has yet to be defined). You stride through each carriage, getting and closer and closer to him.

Finally, you can see his white locks appear. He was hardly paying attention to what the people around him were saying. You could tell he was thinking about something completely different by the far away look in his eyes.

His eyes snap up to you, almost intuitively. You smile a little, before tilting your head as if to tell him to follow you, and keep walking.

DRACOS POV

I’m sitting on the train, currently failing to pay attention to whatever nonsense is spewing out of Pansy’s mouth. I can’t focus because my mind is on something else. Or someone else for that matter.

I just want to see her. I need to see her. I can only imagine what my friends and family would say. Me and a Potter? It’s unthinkable. Yet it feels so right. I’m falling in love with Harry Potter’s sister.

I hear steady footsteps walking through the carriage but I keep my eyes downcast. I see the boots approaching. Very familiar boots. 

They aren’t, are they?’

My eyes snap upwards.

They are!

There she is. As if on cue. My heart soars at the sight of her sparkling eyes. She gestures with her head, signaling that she wants me to follow. 

I should wait a minute. I don’t want any one to get suspicious.

I stay in my seat as she continues on. My foot starts to tap as I get increasingly impatient for her touch. I yearn for her. 

Standing up, I decide that enough time has passed. I excuse my self and walk down the aisle, following her past path. My eyes scan around until I see a familiar head of hair sitting alone in a compartment with a bouncing knee.

I sigh with the satisfaction of finally being with her and knock on the door.

REGULAR POV

Your shoulders startle at the sudden knocking but immediately calm down when you see the source.

“Draco!” You exclaim before jumping up from your seat and into his arms. He chuckles and strongly wraps his arms around you as he twirls you around.

You feel him smile. “Well hello to you too, love.” He says into your hair. 

“Quick let’s close the door.” You say once he sets you down. You lock it, not wanting to risk the chance of being seen together by any of your peers.

You sit next to him and look into his eyes. Before you get a chance to say anything, he cups your face with his hands and kisses you with so much passion, that you can practically taste the lust dripping from his lips.

“God, i’ve missed you.” He says after breaking the kiss, your face still secure in his hands. 

You smile in his hold, looking up at him “I’ve missed you more.” You whisper, before nestling your head into the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on your head as he strokes your soft hair. 

You stayed that way almost the whole train ride. Just talking and cuddling. There was occasionally a kiss or two exchanged but all of that came to a halt when you noticed Hogwarts appearing in the distance. “We should probably go back to our seats.” You told him, starting to sit up.

He sighed, “I’d rather stay here, perhaps forever.” 

You chuckled and agreed with him, but you both reluctantly got up and started heading your separate ways, though one last glance was exchanged.

Your friends and brother questioned where you had disappeared off when you returned. “I found Luna and her and I completely lost track of time catching up.” You half heartedly lie. He was still on your mind, you already miss him.

:: :: ::

The school year drug on. You and Draco were officially “together”, although nobody knew but the two of you. Sneaking around with him was getting increasingly harder as Harry was getting more and more suspicious of your constant disappearing.

Harry was starting to get on your nerves for another reason though. He kept on bringing Draco’s name up in conversation, accusing him of all sorts of horrid things having to do with the Dark Lord.

Now, you knew about Draco’s family’s ties with the Death Eaters but you told him to keep you in the dark as much as possible. You knew Draco was a good man with a kind heart but the less you knew the better, which he happily complied with. Your safety was his number one priority. He has never cared for anything as much as he cares for you.

You were currently in the room of requirement with Draco. Enjoying every moment together. Every second in his arms was a second well spent. You truly felt at home with him. This is where you belong.

You were both tangled around each other, laughing between kisses about something Snape had apparently said in class the other day. Just as your laughter had started to settle down you both hear the door swing open, and your brothers voice sound throughout the room.

“What is he doing in here? How did he get in?” You whisper-ask Draco, whose face shows just as much confusion as yours. 

He shakes his head “I have no idea. Come on, let’s hide.” He leads you behind a cabinet and places a shushing finger over your lips, his other arm around your waist, as if to keep you safe.

Your heart is pounding as you think of all the things that could go wrong. It’s silent, but you can hear your brother walking around the room. The footsteps start to sound closer and closer as you and Draco slowly back away from them. 

You both move strategically and synchronized, your attention starts to waver as suddenly a loud crash sounds, you knocked over a vase.

“Who’s there?!” Harry yells out as you and Draco simultaneously wince. Harry rounds the corner and see’s his sister in the arms of Draco Malfoy. 

His eyes fill with red. “Malfoy get the hell of my sister.” He says in an eerily calm tone through gritted teeth. 

When neither of you move, Harry says again, “Malfoy, step away from my sister now or so help me god.” He was shaking with rage. 

Draco unwraps his arms from you and takes a small step to the left. He was trying to be as respectful as possible, as he knew that if he were rude to your brother, that may upset you.

You’re hands were shaking. “Harry, please let me explain.” You plead to your brother, but he wasn’t having it.

“So this is where you’ve been sneaking around to, huh? You’ve been rolling around in bed with Malfoy?” Harry sneered.

Tears started to brim your eyes and you saw Draco visibly tense up, trying to restrain from hitting Harry upside the head for speaking to you that way.

“Harry, it’s not like that.” You tell him, lowering your voice, in fear of him hearing it crack.

He laughs venomously. “Oh it’s not like that is it? Huh? (y/n) He’s a death eater for god’s sake!”

“HE’S MY BOYFRIEND.” You spit out at him. Something inside you snapped. You could feel your boiling blood coursing the voice. 

Harry takes a step towards you and Draco intuitively stands in front of you. Shielding you from Harry.

“Move Malfoy.” Harry says, trying to shove him out of the way.

Draco shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”.  “Why? She’s my sister, move out the way!” Harry persists.

You could see something in Draco shift. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!” He yells out at your brother, leaving him breathless.

You come out from behind Draco and see Harry’s faltering face. He’s speechless. 

You pull on Draco’s hand “Come on Draco, let’s leave.” He urgently follows you as you both leave Harry with a spinning head in the room by himself.

The two of you hurry down the hallway, not caring who see’s you holding hands. You just have to get out of there.

Ignoring the wide-eyed stares you both were getting, you finally make it out a door to an outside courtyard. “So, what now?” Draco asks you.

You look to him. You take in all of his gorgeous features and sigh “I’ve got no clue. But whatever happens we’ll be okay.” You smile at him.

Draco smiles back at you as you start to walk around the lake. You both laugh when you hear from a distance “Is that Malfoy and Potter?!”. The secret’s officially out.

Suddenly, you stop dead in your tracks, causing Draco to look at you with a worried expression. “Oh, by the way, I love you too, Malfoy.” He chuckles as he leans in for a kiss.

This will be interesting.

:: :: ::

HI okay i’ve absolutely loved writing this. this is perhaps one of my favorite things i have ever written on this blog. i hope you enjoy! also, this is my first ti,e writing anything HP on here, should i continue?

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[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “new friends?” (Peter Parker imagine)

characters: reader x peter parker, father!tony stark, 

word count:1.7K

warnings: slightly OOC (i’m sorryyyy), mild swearing, fluff :)

You were never a fan of high school, then again, who was? You’d think that that being the child of the infamous Tony Stark, or as others referred to him, Iron Man, would have limitless perks. That wasn’t the case.

You and your father had decided that in the school system, you would use your mothers last name instead of Stark. Tony was set on you not getting any special treatment or on the contrary, harassment from other students. You made your friends and grades honestly.

He also did everything in his power to keep you out of the media. You were one of S.H.E.I.L.D.S best kept secrets. 

That wasn’t to say that nobody knew who your father was however. Only your closest friends knew, and that was only because they started to get suspicious of the fact that after all the years of knowing them, they had never been to your house.

Though you had never been a fan of high school, you found yourself getting more and more excited for lunch time everyday. You see, you and your friends decided to stop eating lunch outside as it got colder, though now its almost summer time and you're still eating in the cafeteria. The same table, every day. You can’t help it. Creatures of habit.

The first time you saw him, you knew he was going to be apart of your life. It could have just been wishful thinking, but immediately you knew he was special. He sat two tables across from you at lunch, from where you were, every time you glanced up you could see his beaming smile. And it didn’t take him long to notice you back either.

It started as stolen glances, but soon enough it progressed into careful communication from across the room, and you trying to suppress your laughter so your friends wouldn't look at you weird. 

It had been weeks since you first spotted him yet you still didn’t know his name. You had briefly seen him in the halls but it was never a good time to actually approach him and get to know him more than a few exchanged smiles.

:: :: :: 

peters pov

“Dude...DUDE, she’s right over there!” I feel Ned shove me a bit to snap me out  of my thoughts.

“What? Who?” I ask him.

“The smiley girl from lunch, Go talk to her!” He launches me in her direction and by the time I finally look up my eyes meet her sparkling ones.

She giggles, a heavenly sound. “Uh, hi!” She says, her voice angelic and sweet. My heart races a mile a minute.

“Hello...” My voice wavers, why am I so nervous? 

“Well, My names is (y/n), what’s yours?” She asks me.

What a pretty name. “Peter, Peter Parker”. (y/n) looks down into her bag for a minute before pulling something out. My heart sinks a little, thinking she’s already lost interested in me. I see her writing something and then she hands me a wrinkled, empty gum wrapper with some numbers scratched on it.

My eyes widen as I realize what this is. As I was about to respond, the bell rings, causing her to shut her bag and start to walk away, but before she does she says “It was great actually talking to you, text me sometime?”. 

And I definitely did.

:: :: ::

back to normal pov

You had been practically glued to your phone over the past week. You’ve just been getting to know Peter and you could feel yourself falling for him more and more with each text sent.

The only time you two weren’t texting was during lunch time, when you’d go back to just exchanging looks and smiles. And everyone was starting to notice.

This included your dad, Tony.

“You know you’re thumbs are gonna fall off if you keep up at this rate.” He said.

You roll your eyes. ”Sure Dad.”

“I’m serious (y/n), who that you’re texting could be so important you’re willing to loose your thumbs over?”

“Well, first of all, my thumbs aren’t going anywhere and secondly it’s just a friend from school.” You say.

Tony just hums in response and finally lets it go.

“Oh by the way, that spider boy is coming over on friday night, just so you know.” Tony tells you.

“Oh okay, he seems cool.” You respond.

“He’s not really you’re type so don’t get too excited.” Your dad says.

You raise your eyebrows. “My type? And what is that exactly?”. 

“Oh you know, big and broody and the same amount of brain cells as a walnut.” He jokes.

He’s not wrong, based off the guys you’ve liked before, but in that moment, you couldn’t help but think about Peter. He’s my type.

“I don't have a type.”

“Whatever you say, kid.”

:: :: ::

Friday rolls around and you finally get home from school. You start to head to your closet to put on some sweatpants to finally relax after a long week of torture in the form of knowledge and guidance, until you remember that your dad’s new coworker is coming over.

Shit.

You immediately change out of your comfy sweat pants and search for something slightly nicer. 

By the time you are done, theres only about 45 minutes until Spider Boy or whatever he calls himself comes over. So you decide to check your phone, only to find an unread text from peter.

The two of you text back and forth for almost half an hour.

peter: Hey, i’m sorry but I have to go. I’m meeting up with my boss tonight.

(y/n): Have fun! Bye!

peter: Bye!

You put your phone down and head over to your desk and pull out some homework. Might as well try and get some done so you won’t have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend.

:: :: ::

peter’s pov

My heart beats a bit faster than normal. Come on Peter get your self together. You’ve met Mr. Stark a couple times before, don’t act so starstruck.

I press the intercom and hear Tony’s voice. “Hello?”

“Hi Mr. Stark, it’s me...Peter.” I respond.

A loud buzz emits and the door automatically swings open. Woah. My eyes wander all around the room. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Suddenly my wandering eyes land on a familiar figure.

“Mr Stark!”

“Hey kid, why don’t you take a seat, i’ll go grab my daughter then we can eat.” He asks, gesturing to the beautiful dining table.

I sit down as Mr. Stark heads up the stairs behind me.

I didn’t know he had a daughter. I think to myself while I wait.

All of a sudden I hear footsteps coming down and I turn my head to find the source. My jaw drops when I see her.

:: :: ::

back to normal pov

After my dad comes to my door to tell me our guest is here, we both head down the steps. I see curly brown locks sitting in a chair facing the other way. Hey, that kind of looks like...

He turns around revealing the all to familiar face.

Oh. My. God.

You're eyes widen with utter shock and you stop dead in your tracks. You feel your father grab your arm. “Hey, you alright, kid?. You look in to your fathers concerned eyes.

You shake off the shock and force out through gritted teeth. “I’m fine, i’m fine, sorry. Just got a bit dizzy, thats all. I’m probably just dehydrated.”

Tony nods, unconvinced. But you both continue to head down the stairs, towards the young boy you were falling for.

You sit down at the table right across from Peter. You see he is equally as shocked at the situation considering his face hasn't relaxed from the first time he saw you.

“Right, Peter, this is my daughter (y/n) and (y/n) this is Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman.” Tony says before standing up. “I’m gonna go see what’s taking the chefs so long.” He walks out of the room, leaving just you two at the dining table.

 “Why didn’t you tell me you were a Stark? That’s so fucking cool!” Peter remarks.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Spider Boy?!” You question back.

“Spiderman.” He mumbles.

“Oh same thing. We can’t let my dad know that we know each other.” You tell the confused boy in front of you.

“What? Why?” Peter asks.

“Because if he knows that you know me he’ll freak, no one outside of S.H.I.E.L.D even knows I exist, us knowing each other before could completely shatter the system.” You explain.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Shatter the system, that’s a bit dramatic isn't it?” 

You start to laugh a little and soon enough he joins in. You are both laughing as your father re enters with a full platter of food.

“Bon Apetite!”

:: :: ::

Halfway through the meal and it’s just like back in the school cafeteria again. Him and your father were talking about S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers, yet Peter kept sneaking those all too familiar smiles to you. And you just smiled right back, tuning out whatever your dad was saying.

After the meal, it was time for Peter to go. You're dad had already said goodbye and peter had already gone out the door. “Oh wait! I forgot I wanted to ask him something!” You lie to your dad and rush out the front door after peter.

“Peter! Peter wait!” You yell, running to catch up with him>

He spins around “Hey hey (y/n) what are you doing out here?” He asks with a laugh.

You suddenly get very nervous. “I...uh, I just wanted to say thanks for coming...even though i didn't invite you, my dad did but like still, this was nice!” You ramble.

Peter smiles at you “Yeah! This was nice...So is that why you ran out in to the street?” He asks.

“Well no... I also wanted to do this-” You reach up onto to your tip toes to land your lips to his. The way your lips seem to perfectly embrace his made the butterflied in your stomach go crazy.

After a little while, you both pull away, wearing matching smiles.

 “Well,” Peter chuckled “I guess I’ll see you on monday, (y/n).”

“See you on monday, Parker”

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title:”nights like this” (Logan Howlett-Wolverine imagine)

characters: reader x logan howlett, charles xavier(mentioned)

word count:1.1k

requested: a wolverine imagine was requested by the lovely @hczardousparadox

warnings:nightmares, sadness (brief i swear this is a happy one!),fluff!!!

Another night, another nightmare. Unfortunately, you had grown someone used to the nightly terrors, however this night it was different. You jolted awake with a sharp scream. The dream was so vivid and intense, it was a feeling like no other feeling you have ever felt before. The scream woke up your sleeping boyfriend next to you. Logan.

He jumped up and had his claws out and ready. Once he saw it was only you, his hard face softened into a sympathetic expression. “They’re just getting worse, aren't they?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You slowly nod, still short of breath and shaking. “That was the worst i’ve had in a very long time.” You put your head down, trying to contain yourself.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s alright honey.” he embraces you and runs his (claw free) fingers through your soft hair. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”.

The moment his rough hands met your shaking body, you collapsed into a series of heavy sobs. Finally letting go all of the tension in your body. Feeling somewhat relieved that your stress was being set free. Logan just held you, re-assuring you that everything will be alright and that we’ll figure this out, just like we always do.

Eventually, the tears stopped and your just lay in Logan’s arms. You, being significantly smaller than him, fit perfectly under his large, protective arms.“Hey babe...what time is it?” you ask him.

He looks over to the nightstand next to him and then responds “3.57 AM”.

You groan before turning towards him “God I am so sorry that I woke you up and now you can’t go back to sleep, shit. My stupid fucking nightmares I'm so sorry.” You apologize profusely but your boyfriend just shakes his head.

“Babe, I love you, but shut you’re goddamned mouth. You should never apologize for waking me up because of your nightmares. Besides, it just means I get to spend more time with you!” He says with a wink and an award winning smirk.

You blush and look down. It gets you every time.

 Suddenly, Logan jumps up and starts to get dressed. “Hey babe, get dressed I’ve just had an idea.”

You look at him like he has a third eye. “What are you doing? It’s almost four AM!” you say.

“Just trust me, now come on! Put some more clothes on, its probably a bit cold out.” He tells you, excitement filling his husky voice.

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Okay crazy, I trust you.” You put on a jacket and sweatpants as quick as your tired body allows you and soon you are being dragged out your bedroom door. The two have you have been staying at Charles Xavier’s Mansion so the two of you have to be quiet until you make it through the front door. 

He leads you to his motorcycle. “Oh my god, where are we going?” You ask, getting more and more curious by the minute. 

Logan doesn’t say anything, he instead just tosses you a helmet and you climb behind him. Soon enough, you're cruising down the long, dark road. The cool wind was enough to make the hair of you're back stand up straight but you didn’t complain. This was you're happy place. Well actually, anywhere could be you're happy place, as long as Logan was there. You smile to yourself as you think of all the wonderful times you’ve had together. 

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the motorcycle comes to a stop. As it’s still very dark, it takes a while for your eyes to adjust, but before they do, you hear the sounds of waves crashing into each other and ebbing and flowing. We’re at the beach?

As if he read your mind, Logan says “I remember you saying that you’ve always wanted to get up early enough to watch the sunrise on the ocean. I figured that since we were already awake, we might as well.” He looks to you, almost as a reassurance that this was okay, and that you were happy.

You smile warmly at your boyfriend. “I love you so much.”.

“I love you so much more.” He smiles back at you before placing a gentle peck on your soft lips.

The two of you make your way to the top of a sandy hill, giving you a perfect view. It felt like the world was at your finger tips. That all you could see would just be yours and his, forever.

The sky was starting to get more and more blue, and before you knew it, fiery orange streaks shot up from the horizon. The ocean glistened and the sky was a melting pot of pinks, purples, oranges and blues. You squint and start to take in the moment, hoping that it will never end. 

You look over to logan and you see the harsh sunlight beautifully highlighting his features. You must have been admiring for quite a while because he finally turns with a goofy grin and asks “What are you doing? The suns over there.” He points to the sky with a chuckle.

You know he hates it when you say anything about how adorable he is but you can’t help it. With laughs escaping through your words, you say “I was just admiring my beautiful, kind, amazing boyfriend.” You smile.

He laughs and tosses his head back. “Oh, you're going to pay for that.” a devilish smile stretches across his face. Your smug smile almost immeaditaly drops as you realize what is about to happen. 

“No...NO!” You yell as he reaches at you and starts to tickle you. You're one weakness. You laugh and squirm causing him to laugh as well. He finally stops, purely for the fact that he can’t concentrate on tickling you when he’s laughing just as hard. Maybe even more!

After you’ve both calmed down, you’re laying in each others arms, staring at the settling sky. Its not as beautiful as it was a couple minutes ago but it’s still breathtaking. You feel you're eyes getting heavier and heavier. Suddenly, a soft snore escapes from Logan next to you. 

You smile and nestle more into his chest before giving in to your tired eyes.

And this time you didn’t have any nightmares. 

:: :: ::

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[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: “what about me?” (Dean Winchester imagine)

characters: reader x dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, john winchester (mentioned), charlie bradbury (mentioned)

word count: 2.1K

warnings: a ton of angst, jealousy, swearing, insecurities and all around sadness 

a/n: this may or may not be based on my life right now lmaoo i’m salty.

You’ve know Dean for as long as you could remember. Your father was hunting buddies with John and so since you were roughly the same age as the boys, you were constantly around them. Over the years you always found yourself closer to Dean then you were to Sam. You had nothing against Sam, but you and Dean just clicked. Even now, you’re all adults and living together, you find yourself always with Dean. 

It is different now though. It’s a different kind of feeling when Dean walks in the room. Your heart fills with warmth and your stomach with butterflies. Tension in the air builds so thick it makes it hard to breathe. You know you aren’t the only one who feels it. Even Sam and Cas notice it. Hell, when Charlie came over she was convinced the two of you were dating.

And that brings us to tonight. Team Free Will were all lined up at the bar downing shots like there was no tomorrow. You all sat from left to right, Sam, Cas, Dean, and then you. You were engrossed in your conversation with Dean about you’re previous hunt when you look past him to see a very bored looking Castiel. Before you could comment on it, he rose from his seat and bid his goodbyes for the evening, leaving an empty space in-between him and Sam.

A little while later, a woman glides over to the empty bar stool and places her manicured hand on Dean’s broad shoulder. “Hey, I haven’t seen you here before…and i’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” She says with a sly smile. 

Sam stifles a laugh as do you, thinking there is no way Dean would ever take the bait. He turns away from you and focuses on the young woman, who is now sitting in Cas’ unoccupied bar stool. Your small smirk drops as he says “Well…this must be my first time here because i’m pretty sure i’d remember you too.” with a signature wink.

It feels like someone is pouring hot coffee into your veins. Your can hear your pounding heart ringing through your ears. You look to Sam for stability, but your raging eyes are met with his concerned ones. 

He stands up and makes his way past Dean and his new friend and pulls on your shoulder. “Come on (y/n)… lets just go.” He says, obviously trying to shield you. Sam was aware of your and Dean’s situation and was completely in shock with his brothers actions right now. 

You slam down the drink in front of you and hop off your chair, heading straight for the door under Sam’s protective arm. You were so concentrated on holding back your tears that you didn’t even notice Dean’s eyes on you.

:: :: ::

Back at the bunker you lay wide awake in your bed. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow. He was just a little drunk…thats all. You told your self over and over, hoping that soon you'd believe it. 

It’s been over two hours since you left the bar and still no sign of Dean. Suddenly, you hear the front door open and an echo of the most obnoxious laughter you have ever heard. Standing up from your bed, you make your way over to your bedroom door and crack it open to peer through. 

You see Dean, who is obviously drunk swaying down the hallway hand in hand with that same chick from the bar, heading straight towards his bedroom. You close the door and slide down to the ground, finally succumbing to the tears. 

He isn’t yours. He never has been. It’s not like he’s cheating on your because there is nothing between you two. But what about me? What about all the shit between us? Did it all mean nothing?

:: :: ::

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* 

“(y/n)? Are you awake?”

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“(y/n)?” *KNOCK*

“I swear if you don’t answer I’m coming in.” You are suddenly tossed awake as the door swings open. You must have fallen asleep against the door last night.

“Why are you on the floor?”. The oh so familiar gravely voice asks. 

“Oh! I was just um…looking for my…EARRING! Yeah, um, i dropped it on the ground so I was looking for it and that’s why I was…on the ground.” You finish your ramblings on an uncertain note before looking up into Dean’s confused eyes.

“Okaaay. Well I just wanted to let you know that Sammy brought us bagels for breakfast so come and get them!” He says with a dashing smile.

How is he being so normal?

“What do you mean?” He asks you.

Your eyes go wide as you realized you said that out loud. “Oh! Um..nothing, sorry.” You stumble. You feel your face getting more and more hot by the second.

“No, no, it’s not nothing. You look like you’ve been crying…what’s going on? You know you can tell me.” Dean asks.

You roll your eyes. “It’s seriously nothing. Just drop it. Lets go grab bagels.” You try to walk past him but he blocks your way.

“Move Dean.” You sigh, getting more upset by the second.

He shakes his head. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.Was it something Sam did? Or Cas? I can talk to them for you if you need. I mean-”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON’T YOU GET IT?!” You cut him off. He looks almost as surprised as you do that you just said that.

“Excuse me?” He asks, trying to comprehend what he’s hearing. 

You take a deep breath and then ask “Am I crazy, Dean? I mean honestly, have I just imagined everything between us for the past couple years? Was it all a figment of my imagination?”

Dean looks down at his shoes. “This is about Maddie, isn’t it?”.

So that’s her name. “It really hurt me, Dean. It really hurt.”

His green eyes meet yours. “(y/n) i…i don’t know what to say…” It feels like Lucifer himself reached into your chest and pulled out your bleeding heart.

“I had no idea you felt this way. GOD. This whole time?” He pulls this hair.

You shake your head. “Whatever, just forget it.”

You push past Dean and head straight for the kitchen. You hear Dean calling after you but you pretend you can’t hear him as those familiar tears fall once more. 

:: :: ::

DEAN’S POV  (THE PREVIOUS NIGHT)

I was talking to (y/n) at the bar, but I was having a hard time concentrating as she twirled her (y/h/c) hair mindlessly through her fingers. A small smile was sitting on her face, matching her shining eyes. She’s the most beautiful lady on the planet. 

My thoughts were interupted by Castiel getting up and calling it a night. He usually get bored when he comes to bars with us. I went back to my conversation with (y/n) when I spotted a woman walking over to me. I rolled my eyes to myself before turning around to face her.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before…and i’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” The young woman says. A bad attempt at flirting, really.

“Well…this must be my first time here because i’m pretty sure i’d remember you too.” I respond with a smirk. I look to Sam and wink, to let him know i’m just messing around with her. However, when I look to Sam I see his eyes are fixed on (y/n). I feel a pang of jealousy course through my veins. 

I’ve always been insecure about Sam and (y/n)’s relationship. I’m scared that she would rather be with the tall, handsome and incredibly smart brother, rather than me. Suddenly, Sam walks around me to (y/n) and the both of them abruptly leave together. 

I watch as they exit through the front door in disbelief. She must have made a decision.

I look over to the woman (whose name I later learn is Maddie), and order another round of drinks. I’m getting shit-faced tonight.

:: :: ::

Multiple drinks later, Maddie and I somehow end up in the bunker. I’m so hammered I don’t even know what’s left or right. The only thing I know for certain is that Maddie has the most obnoxious laugh I have ever heard. 

I try to head towards my room when I notice she’s following me in. I lay on my bed and kick off my shoes. Maddie is so drunk that the second she sits next to me, she passes out. Shoes, makeup, and jewelry still on.

I do’t even care at this point. I just roll over and go to sleep too.

:: :: ::

I wake up the next morning alone. I quickly sit up and place my palm to my throbbing head. Suddenly everything from last night starts to come back. 

Oh my god. Maddie was here.

I quickly pull off my blanket and sigh in relief when I see my pants still on. Oh thank god, nothing happened.

I stumble my way to the kitchen to see a very much awake Sam holding a bag.

“Dude I got bagels…woah, you look like shit!” Sam laughs.

I wince and the “loud noise”. “Thanks man.” I shake my head.

“Can you go tell (y/n) I got bagels for us. She’s normally up by now.”

I nod and walk down the hall to (y/n)’s door. 

I knock three times before asking.”(y/n)? are you awake?”. I don’t get a response. Huh, that’s kinda weird.

I knock a couple times again before asking “(y/n)?”. Nothing.

Okay, now i’m getting worried.

I knock once more before saying “I swear if you don’t answer I’m coming in.”. More silence.

That’s it.

I open the door to hear a thud. I see (y/n) on the floor right in front of me. “Why are you on the floor?” I ask her.

She looks up at me and I see her eyes are swollen and red. She’s been crying.

“Oh! I was just um…looking for my…EARRING! Yeah, um, i dropped it on the ground so I was looking for it and that’s why I was…on the ground.” She responds. She’s so cute when she rambles, but I’m not buying this earring story.

“Okaaay. Well I just wanted to let you know that Sammy brought us bagels for breakfast so come and get them!” I smile at her. Hoping the news will cheer her up a bit.

“How is he being so normal?” She asks. She does know i’m right here right?

“What do you mean?” I ask her, genuinely confused and concerned.

You see her face change as she looks almost surprise about what she just said. “Oh! Um..nothing, sorry.” She says. But its doesn’t seem like nothing.

I don’t want to pry or anything but I want to make sure she’s okay. I care about her so much. 

“No, no, it’s not nothing. You look like you’ve been crying…what’s going on? You know you can tell me.” I tell her. Hoping she’ll confide in me.

I see her roll her eyes. “It’s seriously nothing. Just drop it. Lets go grab bagels.”. She tries to walk past me but I stand in front of her.

“Move Dean.” She says.

I shake my head ‘No’. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.Was it something Sam did? Or Cas? I can talk to them for you if you need. I mean-”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON’T YOU GET IT?!” she cuts me off. I feel my heart sinking further down.

“Excuse me?” I ask, trying not to let my voice break in front of her.

She takes a deep breath before saying “Am I crazy, Dean? I mean honestly, have I just imagined everything between us for the past couple years? Was it all a figment of my imagination?”

Oh my god someone pinch me. Does she like me? This can’t be fucking real oh my god. I look down, realization is finally hitting me. “This is about Maddie, isn’t it?”.

“It really hurt me, Dean. It really hurt.” I hear the genuine heartbreak in her voice. It stings 1000 times more knowing that I was at fault for this amazing, beautiful girl’s pain.

I look right into her glossy eyes. “(y/n) i…i don’t know what to say…” I’m honestly speechless. There is so much to process.

“I had no idea you felt this way. GOD. This whole time?” I grab at my hair. I almost start to smile and tell her I feel the same before she says.

“Whatever, just forget it.” and pushes past me and goes straight towards where Sam is standing.

I shake my head before realizing the impression she must be under. “WAIT! NO!”

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)!”

Oh shit. What have I done.

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