(Not A) Bad Guy

(Not a) Bad Guy

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Warnings - Mention of rape (no details, not between reader x Negan), you hit your head a lot, angst. First time writing Negan so probably very ooc. 

Requested - anon - based of 09x9. When Negan leaves Alexandria, he comes across the reader hiding in the saviour’s old place about to be bitten by a zombie. When he realises there’s, nothing left for him he takes you back with him. Just go from there Angst & fluff w/ a happy ending please, thanks x

Prompts - “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. That’s it breathe for me, it’s okay. We’ll sit here for as long as you need. You’re safe, I promise.”  & “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.” & "While there is life, there is hope.” &“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” & “Sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose…” & “I’ve never met someone so optimistic. It’s impressive, but how?”

‘There’s nothing out there for you, for anyone’ Judith had told him. Deep down he knew she was right but he ignored that part of himself, he had to leave, had to see for himself. He hadn’t had to lie to Judith when he told her she knew him better than anyone, that was the sad truth, his only friend was a kid who defied her mom to come talk to him outside of his little prison.

As he walked, the sun on his skin, a slight breeze around him, he was glad he took his chance. Maybe the kid was right, maybe there was nothing left out here for anyone but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to look.

After stopping in a deserted town, and a close encounter with a couple of dogs, he knew where he had to go, just needed to see for himself what had become of his Sanctuary.

“Home, sweet, home.” He murmured to himself as he gazed upon the place he once ran, a place where he was looked up to, a place where he was practically treated like royalty, especially in comparison to his position at Alexandria. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked.

Judith’s words ran through his head as he looked at the place. Empty and trashed, nothing at all like the Sanctuary he’d built for his people. He didn’t leave though, he looked around remembering everything that once was. Hearing a banging in the distance he followed it, recognising one of the Walkers made him grin, people stayed loyal apparently.

He walked deeper into the Sanctuary, hearing the occasional moan and clang. Each room brought back a different memory, some made him smile whereas many made him frown. He’d lost what he had built, of course he’d known that from the minute his throat was slashed and he was thrown in Alexandria’s prison but seeing the reality, well it hit hard.

Negan was pulled out of his head when he heard a loud bang echo down the empty corridor. He raised an eyebrow thinking it was nothing more than a stray walker until he heard a scream. He was running towards the source before he could even think about it. He found where the screaming was coming from quickly, taking note of the scene in front of him.

A girl with tattered y/h/c hair and various blotches of dirt covering her skin was huddled in the corner of the room, two walkers drawing in on her. From the looks of it she had no weapon. Quietly, he made his way over to the one closest to him before attacking, the pipe smashing down on the walkers head a few times before killing it, gaining the other walkers attention as he did so, he turned his attention to that one and made sure it was dead too before looking at the girl who was covering her face with her arms.

Negan knelt down in front of you causing you to look up at him in awe.

“Hey there.” He said as he reached out to touch a deep looking cut on your arm but stopped when you flinched away. “It’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, just want to take a look at that nasty cut there.” He told you, you hesitated before offering the arm to him.

“That a girl. I’m Negan by the way.” As he looked at your arm, he couldn’t help but wince, it was deep alright and looked like it was getting infected.

“Y/N.” You managed to croak out. Your throat was dry and you were hungry but that wasn’t new. Hell, you’d been on your own for so long, not trusting other groups of people after a few bad experiences with the few you had blindly trusted.

“Nice to meet ya, Y/N. You know,” he started, ripping a small piece of his shirt, “this place here used to be my home. It’s not anymore of course but that’s a story for another time.” You winced as he wrapped the torn piece of fabric around your cut.

“You get separated from your group or somethin’?” Negan asked, looking at you questioningly. You just shook your head causing his eyes to widen. “You’re on your own out here? Hell kid, you don’t even have a weapon.”

“‘M fine.” You whispered causing Negan to wince in sympathy, he didn’t have any water on him to give you either.

“Look, you don’t gotta trust me but come with me and we’ll at least try and find ya something to drink, yeah?” He could have left you; it would have been so easy for him to walk away but something about you made him want to help you. He could see you looked hesitant and your breathing had started to come out more rapidly than normal.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. That’s it breathe for me, it’s okay. We’ll sit here for as long as you need. You’re safe, I promise.” Negan said soothingly, slowing his breathing down and exaggerating his breaths a bit but it worked and soon you were copying his breathing. You couldn’t trust him, that had gotten you hurt in the past but he said this used to be his home so maybe he knew his way round better than you.

“Okay.” You told him, voice still barely above a whisper.

“Good girl.” He whispered back, standing up before holding a hand out for you to take. You hesitated before taking his hand and letting him pull you up. He gently grasped your shoulder in his other hand when you wobbled, dangerously close to falling over.

“Jesus kid, when was the last time you ate something?” He asked causing you to shrug, it had been so long. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can find you anything.” Negan said, moving his hand from your shoulder but keeping his other hand intertwined with yours.

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“Listen, you gotta stay here until I come get you, don’t make a sound. You got it?” Negan asked as he led you outside and surveyed the walkers. You could probably get through them, there weren’t many but you figured this guy knew what he was doing so went with it.

“Okay.” With that he turned and walked towards the walkers, you swore you could hear him talk to the one in a plaid shirt but shrugged and focused on making sure none came too close to you.

Watching Negan kill, was that even the right word, I mean killing something that’s already dead sounds insane but these are insane times, should have been scarier than it was but for some reason you really felt safe around him. Hell, you didn’t want to trust anyone but you’d been alone for so long maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just stick with the older man, at least for a while.

You also were curious about Negan. Watching him now you thought he looked defeated, seemed like he’d lost a part of himself. It made sense, anyone who is still alive this late into the apocalypse has to of lost something, if not everything. You yourself knew that from experience.

“Come on, kid.” Negan called and you followed after him watching as he pulled a necklace or something out of his shirt. Leaning closer you realised it was a compass, you refrained from asking any questions when you saw Negan’s face. If this was before the apocalypse you would have avoided a man like Negan at all cost just because he looked like he could be trouble but after spending only a few minutes in his company it looked like he had more to him than that. He certainly let his expressions show on his face without hiding it.

“Damn kid was right.” He mumbled, still looking at the compass.

“Kid?” You asked, hesitation clear in your tone. He seemed to snap out of his thoughts, remembering you where there.

“Don’t matter. C’mon I know where we’re goin’” He told you before grabbing your hand again and gently tugging you along.

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Your arms were wrapped tightly around Negan’s waist, your faced pressed into his back as he rode the motorbike to wherever it was the two of you were going. You hated the fact you were putting so much blind faith into the man, telling yourself over and over you couldn’t trust him but something about the man calmed you, you felt safe for the first time in a long time, maybe since this entire mess of walkers began.

Cruising down a road, your eyes were scrunched shut so you had no warning and no chance to prepare yourself for when the bike skidded and you were flung from it. You rolled down the hill at the side of the road, hitting your head hard causing you to groan in pain. You hated the damn apocalypse.

You heard Negan groan too and managed to look up to see what looked like a little girl stood with a gun pointing towards the man who saved you.

What the hell was going on?

“Alright slow down kid.” You heard him say as he sat up, his attention solely on her. “I know you said you’d shoot but damn.” He knew this kid? What had you gotten yourself into?

“Whole lotta people are out looking for you.” The girl told him. You lost focus for a moment, the world seemed to spin in and out of focus causing you to put your head down. You didn’t want to take your attention away from the girl who clearly had no problem using a gun but god you were in a lot of pain and she seemed more interested with Negan.

You heard them talking as you struggled to stay conscious, they were clearly familiar with each other and you felt so sick. Lack of food, water, potential infected cuts and now a bang to the head, things weren’t looking great.

“Yeah, cell and all.” Cell? Your heart raced, just who had you decided to let help you?

“There is nothing here for me, not anymore.”

Negan watched as Judith shrugged, letting him off the hook. He quickly turned his attention from her to you and frowned when he saw a cut on your head, blood pooling out of it.

“Oh shit.” He made his way over to you, propping you head up and calling your name. It took a few tries but you somehow managed to open your eyes.

“Hey there, pretty lady. Keep those eyes open for me, ya hear, we’re gonna get you some help. I promise.” You groaned, shaking your head weakly and turned it into his stomach as best you could.

“You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.” Negan told you, sitting you up further making you groan in pain. “I know, I know, but you’re gonna be just fine.”

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Negan managed to get you back to Alexandria, thankfully you weren’t too far from it. He ended up having to carry you despite your protests after you lost your footing for the fourth time. Judith kept looking at you and Negan but refrained from asking any questions.

The fuss over Negan when you got back concerned you. He’d mentioned a cell but you hadn’t been able to focus on that for too long with the pain. You were taken away from Negan and carried to their doctor who quickly began treating you.

You were given food and water, your wounds cleared and stitched before the little girl from the road walked in with another women.

“How do you know Negan? No lies.” She asked, tone hard as she glared at you.

“I-I don’t know him, not really-” You began but she cut you off.

“I said no lies.” She didn’t shout, she didn’t need to. The way she lowered her voice made her sound more dangerous than any raised voice, though the sword on her back did help with that.

“I’m not lying!” You protested, voice still sore and croaky. “He found me today. I was alone, he saved me.” You could see her mulling over yours words before looking at the kid who shrugged and nodded.

“You can stay but the first sign of trouble, you’re out. Understood?” She asked and you nodded. Relieved that you were granted permission to stay in this place that seemed like heaven compared to the rest of the world.

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People talked about Negan but the story seemed to be different depending on who you talked to. You decided, after hiding away for a week, to go directly to the source. You were a little scared to go and talk to Negan, not because of what you’d heard of the man but because of the women who spoke to you in the infirmary, Michonne.

Deciding to risk it you left the house they’d let you stay in and found where he was being kept in what was Alexandria’s prison. From what you’d heard Negan had been in there for many years and you couldn’t blame him for running away, what you didn’t get was why he’d willing come back to a prison cell.

Noticing the bars on the small window, you sat on the steps next to it.

“Negan?” You asked, feeling slightly stupid.

“Y/N?” He asked back and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. “Well don’t you sound better.”

“Thanks to you.” You told him and it was true. The people here had given you food and water, you had access to a shower which felt so good. You’d forgotten what it was to be a civilised person after all these years of just trying to survive each day.

“Yeah well, I’m just glad they didn’t kick you out on your ass for being with me.” He told you and from the way Michonne treated you every time she saw you, you knew Negan wasn’t exaggerating.

“So, what can I do for you? Sure, you’ve heard the stories by now.” So, there was no beating around the bush here. You didn’t mind, this conversation would be easier without trying to not be blunt.

“I’ve heard the stories but I also don’t believe everything I hear. Thought I’d come and see if you’d tell me what happened.”

And he did. You felt he was telling the truth too; he didn’t make himself out to be the good guy but he defended his actions and knew it would end bloody. He admitted he didn’t think they’d keep him alive but apparently that’s the sort of person Rick Grimes was. After listening to Negan’s story, you still decided that the man who had saved you for no selfish reason was okay.

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It had been a month. You were healed, though you had a few more scars from where you’d been stitched. You never took any of the luxuries available within the walls of Alexandria for granted and you’d visited Negan daily. You could even admit you were beginning to trust him.

“So,” he started, breaking the comfortable silence the two of you had been in, “I told you my story, am I ever gonna get to hear yours?”

You mulled it over for a long while, looking over at him now that you were sat opposite him as opposed to sitting on the steps outside.

“I was alone when the apocalypse broke out. My family had gone to visit some distant family members and I hadn’t wanted to go. Two days into them being gone the world seem to turn. I called them and they said they were safe; they’d gotten to my aunt’s house and they were safe. The reception was lost sometime later in the week and that’s the last I heard from them. Hell, I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I stayed in the house as long as I could, mom had stocked up on food so I wouldn’t have to go shopping so I was good for a week or two but then the real panic set in with everybody. My neighbourhood seemed to get infected real quick and I was terrified. You couldn’t sleep with the screams and the banging on the doors, people begging to be let in but I couldn’t.” It had been so long since you let yourself remember the beginning and your eyes filled with tears. Taking a deep breath, you smiled as Negan stretched his hand through the bars and let him take your hand in his. He squeezed your hand encouragingly.

“I had to leave eventually. I nearly died just trying to leave my neighbourhood, I probably would’ve but someone pulled me away just in time for the walker to bite the air instead of my ankle. He said he was savaging for supplies and that he had a group. I trusted him and he took me to them.” Here Negan began rubbing soothing circles onto the back of your hand with his thumb as a single tear escaped your eyes. “A few days into being with this group, one of the men tried t-to,” your words were muffled by a sob but Negan understood and felt himself fill with anger. How dare someone try and cause any harm to you.

“I got away before he could do anything. I’ve been with a few groups since then because, well it was harder to be alone. Some groups were nicer than others but for the most part it all sucked. Before you found me, I was alone for months. Not too many people out nowadays and walkers are easy enough to deal with but supplies are so hard to come about now.” You finished lamely, shrugging as you turned your head to look at Negan. He pushed his other hand through the bars and wiped away the tears you hadn’t even known had fallen before squeezing your hand again.

“Damn, you’re tough as nails surviving this long on your own for the most part. Hell, even I needed people.” He said with a weak laugh.

“Yeah well, some people let the fear get to them I guess.” You said understandingly.

“You know what I don’t get though? Every time we talk, all the shit you’ve been through, you’re still so goddamn hopeful. I’ve never met someone so optimistic. It’s impressive, but how?” He asked and one look at his face you could see how genuine his was.

“I guess I just don’t want to believe that this is it for the world, ya know? Part of me still seriously believes it’s gonna change. Maybe we won’t find a cure, maybe we’ll be stuck with walkers forever but a part of me knows it’ll get better. Hell just seeing this place strengthened that belief. And I guess whilst there are people who want that future, who are working for it then there is hope. While there is life, there is hope.” You told him. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the way your eyes lit up, seeing the belief and passion that made you seem so damn innocent.

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“You ever get scared?” Negan asked you one day out of the blue.

“Pardon?” You turned to him, looking up from the cards you held in your hands. You didn’t really know how to play but having Negan teach you was fun.

“Well you’re so damn hopeful for this bright future, you ever get scared? Not just that it won’t happen but just in general.”

You’d known Negan for a few months now, visiting the man every day. It pained you at first to admit that you trusted him but now you loved the friendship the two of you had, maybe even a little too much when you noticed the blushing that occurred on your cheeks when he held your hand or the way your stomach filled with butterflies.

“Of course I get scared but I think sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose and, in this mess, having something to lose is surely one of the most important things in keeping you human.” You told him, noticing the way he grinned at you. He always grinned at you like that when you got a little insightful. Negan had told you once if he didn’t know what you had been through, he would’ve thought you were sheltered from everything to have that much faith and hope in a future.

“Do you get scared?” You shot back and he looked at you for a few moments before nodding.

“You know what? I do.”

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“Negan!” You called. They were finally letting Negan out of his cell and putting him to work, though he still is under the watch of guards which made you roll your eyes but you couldn’t judge too harshly because you weren’t here when the two sides were at war.

“Hey Y/N.” Negan grinned, pulling you into his arms when you were close enough. People talked. Some didn’t mind that Negan was out whereas others protested it, not that they said anything to you about it. You’d been at Alexandria for over six months and people didn’t trust you because you liked Negan, though enough people had warned you about him. To this day people still hounded you over what kind of person Negan was.

“You know,” you started, pulling back slightly but letting your arms stay wrapped around Negan’s neck, “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You smirked causing him to roll his eyes.

“That so?” He murmured, dipping his head down so his forehead rested on yours.

“Yeah but see I think they have it all wrong, I think you’re a big ol’ softy.” You said, as serious as you could before laughing at Negan’s expression.

“I think you’re a big ol’ pain in my ass.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your head before pulling away.

“That’s not very nice.” You pouted before moving to help him with some of the plants he was tending to.

“Well maybe you should listen to people when they say I’m a bad guy.” He laughed before moving to your side.

Together the two of you worked, Negan teaching you some basic gardening skills and the two of you playfully flirting with one another.

Both of you were aware of the chemistry between you two but neither was brave enough to actually bring the topic up yet so the pair of you settled for shamelessly flirting with each other.

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Michonne had sent you out with a group of people to collect some supplies, despite your many protests. You weren’t even allowed to say goodbye to Negan as she dropped it on you last minute though you knew that was done purposefully. She hadn’t liked you from the moment you’d arrived with Negan and since your friendship with the man continued to evolve she hated you more.

Thankfully her daughter promised you she’d tell Negan where you were.

Being outside the walls of Alexandria after so long felt strange. It was easy to forget the world when you were in your own little bubble that was Alexandria. You didn’t realise how much you actually depended on the place and that thought scared you. Maybe the people didn’t like you but you like it there though it probably helped that Negan was there too keeping you calm when you wanted to panic.

You were collecting some medical supplies when you felt something grab you. It pulled you down causing to smash your head on a counter. You groaned but tried desperately to kick the walker off of you but nothing was working.

“Help! Please! Please, help me!” You shouted, tears flooding your face as you kicked. The world around you became dizzy and just as the walker was about to bite you somebody brought a pipe down on its head killing it. That was the last thing you saw before passing out.

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“C’mon y/n/n, you gotta wake up for me. You gotta, you can’t leave me. Who else is gonna put up with me every day, huh?” You heard Negan laugh weakly. You tried to open your eyes but they felt too heavy.

Negan held your hand in his, resting his forehead on linked hands. When Judith had told him Michonne had sent you on a supply run his blood ran cold. Flashbacks to when he’d first met you, defenceless and close to dying, invaded his mind and he made Judith promise to let him know the moment you stepped through the gates.

What he hadn’t expected was to see a pale Judith running into the jail, clearly out of breath panting that you were hurt and in the infirmary. When she told him that you weren’t waking up, he begged Michonne to let him out, begged her to let him see you. He’d do whatever she wanted; he’d stay in that cell forever if it meant he could be with you now.

He thanked every God he could think of when she let him out and he’d been sat at your side for four days. Still you showed no sign of waking up.

“God, I should’ve told you how I felt earlier, now I might not even get the chance. Because, damn Y/N, I like you. I haven’t liked anyone like this in a real long time. Even back at the Sanctuary I never actually felt anything like this, don’t think I’ve felt anything like this since before the world went to shit. So, you gotta open your eyes and tell me you feel the same and I ain’t ever gonna let you go sweetheart. But you gotta wake up.”

You heard every word and wanted to scream because you felt the same but you couldn’t move. Frustration kicked in and you tried your hardest to show him that you’d heard him but nothing worked and eventually tiredness caused you to slip into unconsciousness again.

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“Damn princess, you’re killin’ me here. I’m a god damn mess.” Negan muttered to himself. It had been five days since Judith had told him you were back and six long days since he’d last seen your beautiful y/e/c eyes or heard you laugh. God he really wanted to hear you laugh.

“If you’re a mess I’d hate to see what I look like.” You managed weakly, a dry chuckle leaving you before you started coughing.

Negan shot up, helping you sit up before guiding a glass of water to your dry lips and helping you as you gulped down half the glass.

“Bout time you woke up, sweetheart. Had me worried there for a second.” He told you as he moved closer, his palm coming up to rest of your cheek. You smiled and turned into the palm, just closing your eyes and savouring the moment.

“How you feeling doll?” He asked softly.

“Think imma be ok. My head hurts but that’s about it.” You told him, keeping your voice low too, not wanting to disturb the peace that settled between you too.

“Listen now probably ain’t the best time to be confessing shit but…” Negan started, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

“I heard you, when I was out. I like you too, Negan, a hell of a lot. Funny how it took me nearly dying again for us to finally admit it though, huh?” You laughed causing him to roll his eyes.

“Can I kiss ya, sweetheart?” He asked leaning closer so his forehead was on yours, you couldn’t help but grin up at him before nodding slightly.

“You don’t have to ask.” And with that he leaned in, slotting his lips against yours and it was so much better than you had imagined in your own head. You fitted against each other perfectly. Negan kissing you softly as you snaked your arms around him, one hand playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Damn baby, I could do that all day.” He told you as he pulled back, letting his forehead rest against yours again.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smirked before leaning in again.

The two of you kissed until you were interrupted by someone awkwardly clearing their throat, you groaned against Negan’s lips causing him to laugh and peck yours one last time before pulling away.

“Sorry about that, Doc.”

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“You know when we first met,” Negan said after a peaceful silence had settled between you two. Your head was against his chest in his cell, somehow Judith had managed to convince Michonne to let you in. One of Negan’s arms were wrapped around your waist and the other hand was playing with your hair. “Judith told me there was nothing out there for me anymore.”

“Guess that’s why you were so willing to come back to this place then, huh?” You asked, shifting slightly so you could look up at him causing him to smile and kiss you.

“Turns out the kid was wrong.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled back, “You see if I’d have listened to her I woulda never have gone back to the Sanctuary and never of come across this beautiful woman who I’d soon fall in love with cause damn lemme tell you she is one hell of a chick.” Your eyes widened as you sat up slightly looking him right in the eyes.

“What?” You managed, mouth opening and closing but no other words coming out.

“Yeah, you see, the moment I met this girl I knew there was something about her. Then she came to visit me every day and she’s so damn hopeful about life and the future even though everything she’s been through should’ve made her bitter and angry at the world. The kicker of it all is for some reason she thinks I’m a good person despite everyone warning her that I’m a bad guy. How could I not fall for her?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears and let your head fall against his chest before letting out a wet laugh.

“Fuck Negan. I love you too, so damn much.” That was all he needed to hear before titling your head up and smashing his lips against yours and taking his time to show you just how much he loved you.

Dancing in the Dark, You Between My Arms.

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Prompts -  ‘First second I saw you I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.’ 

When you agreed to go out with the girls you thought it would be fun, you really did, but from the moment the first shot was downed the questions started.

“When are you and Jake going to get it on?” 

“Seriously, call him. Now.” 

“You like him, he likes you. Come on, Y/N.”

As much as you loved Amy, Rosa and Gina, you couldn’t take the constant hounding and ending up leaving early.

The three of them had known they had taken it too far this time but still stood by their actions, it was a nightmare seeing you and Jake pine for each other when you were both so obviously into each other.

It’s not that you denied your feelings for Jake either, you told them months ago but hoped they’d just forget about it and not make a big deal but apparently that was too much to ask. You and Jake worked together, worked well together, and you didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise that work relationship you two had. You were in sync with each other, able to communicate without talking make it easy to come up with fast, last minute change of plans and resulted in a win for the nine-nine.

Besides it’s not like he liked you back, no matter what Amy, Rosa and Gina said.

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“Good morning squad. Tonight is the stake out for the Fisk drug bust. Boyle and Santiago you’ll be in the surveillance van, Diaz and Jeffords you’ll take the abandoned rooms and Y/L/N and Peralta you’ll take the roof. We’ll have a team ready to move on the command. Any problems?” Captain Holt asked during the briefing and you all murmured a no before heading back to work.

You took a seat at your desk and didn’t notice Amy until she cleared her throat. 

“Hey Amy.” You greeted with a slightly forced smile. You weren’t mad at her over brining up your crush on Jake but it did grate on you.

“Hi. Listen, I just want to say we’re sorry. We just want you to be happy and think Jake will do that.” Amy told you as she took a seat next to your desk.

“I get it, Aimes, I really do but I just hate hearing about it constantly. Especially when I know he doesn’t feel the same way. We’re just friends” You said with a frown, picking up your pen and tapping it on the desk.

“You’re kidding? You seriously think he doesn’t like you? I thought you just didn’t want to risk anything affecting work but you don’t think he likes you? Y/N, You’re kidding! He looks at you like you’re his entire world.” Amy told you, sincerity so clear in her tone that it made you pause for a second before shaking your head.

“No, he doesn’t. You’re just reading too much into this because you want it to work out.” You said, trying to convince yourself rather than Amy.

“No,Y/N, I’m not. Ask anyone.” She said as she stood up, “Ask Hitchcock and Scully, even they see it.” 

You managed to shake away what Amy had said to you, not very well admittedly, and get some work done. You managed to file three cases before you were interrupted again.

“Everything ok?” Jake asked causing you to look away from your work and at him. He was lounging in the chair next to your desk with his legs spread out in front of him.

“Yeah, why?” You asked with a smile.

“Saw you talking to Santiago earlier, you were tapping your pen which meant you were troubled. I tried to come save you but well Charles....” He told you, trailing off with a laugh.

“So no more,” You giggled. “But seriously I’m fine. Amy was attempting to girl talk and it was as good as you’d imagine.” You told him causing him to laugh again.

“So, you ready for tonight? I already have so many snack, it’s gonna be great.” He grinned at you making your heart fluttered. 

“You do realise this is a stake out to arrest one of the deadliest drug rings, right?” You asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

“Sure, sure but who says we can’t have a good time?” He questioned, smiling brighter as he made you smile.

“Holt probably would but I can’t wait.” You told him causing him to cheer.

“See you tonight, Y/L/N/.” He smiled as he stood up and headed to his own desk to grab his jacket. “Want me to pick you up?” 

“That’d be great, thanks.” God, Jake made you feel like you were a damn teenager all over again.

“No problem.” He waved to you and shouted a quick goodbye to the rest of the group before leaving the precinct. 

You watched the close elevator doors, missing the way Gina and Rosa smirked at you.

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“So many stairs.” Jake groaned and you copied the noise, panting as you leaned against the closed door. 

“So many stairs.” You moaned back, seriously would it kill people to fix the elevators.

Once the two of you had caught your breath you made your way over to the walls ledge, pulling out walkie talkies, binoculars and Jake pulled out an impressive amount of snacks.

“Oh hey, you got my favourites.” You grinned as you snatched up the packet.

“Of course I did, I know how to treat a girl right.” Jake grinned before pausing and looking sheepish. You smiled at him shyly. 

“Yeah you do.” You said softly, so softly he almost didn’t hear you.

It was no secret to anyone who knew Jake that he liked you. Actually the only person who didn’t know was you yourself. Everytime he tried to tell you he chickened out, like the time he invented you to his apartment and spent the night watching terribly cheesy movies and talking til you were cry laughing, or the time when he took you to dinner in that new fancy restaurant you wanted to go to and the two of you played dress up for the night in your fancy outfits. There were so many occasions were he wanted to tell you but he just couldn’t, it was like the words actually got lost in his throat and every night after he would go home hating himself for not confessing because if he had you could’ve been his.

“Everyone in positions?” Terry’s voice broke the silence. You both reached for the walkie talkie, blushing as you your hands touched.

“Sorry.” You both said at the same time, laughing, as Jake handed the walkie talkie to you.

“Yes Sarge.” You confirmed as did everyone else.

“Good, no sign yet. This could be a long night, squad.” Terry told you all. There were a chorus of groans but you couldn’t think of anywhere you’d rather be.

Two hours passed and the sun had long set, it was cold and there was no sign of Fisk. 

Jake had been doing his best to keep both your spirits high though and the two of you were laughing at a story he had told. 

You looked at Jake in confusion when he went silent suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes and a soft smile. A look you hadn’t seen on him before.

“Everything-” Before you could even finishing your question, Jake cut you off.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He blurted out, surprise on both of your faces. “Sorry, I just mean-” Here he trailed off before shaking his head. “No, I do mean that. Y/N, you’re so beautiful. First second I saw you I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were and I’ve liked you for so long. I get if you don’t feel the same way but-” Jake didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence because you leaned across and closed the distance between the two of you.

The kiss was so much better than you had dreamed. Your lips slotted together perfectly, Jake’s hand cupping you cheek as yours played with his hair. The softness and slowness of it was perfect and you couldn’t help but smile which broke them kiss but that was okay because Jake was smiling back just as brightly. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Jake whispered as he leaned in for another quick but slow kiss.

“Me too.” You murmured, smiling softly. 

“So does this mean…” Jake trailed off hopefully.

“Yeah, I think it does.” You agreed with a grin, laughing as Jake whooped. 

The two of you sat next to each other, Jake’s arm coming to wrap around you when he saw you shivering from the cold.

“Hey, I know we’re in the middle of a case but I know a pretty romantic way to warm you up.” Jake grinned all of a sudden, not giving you chance to process what he had said before he was jumping up and pulling you with him.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, cursing him for moving away as you shivered some more, why couldn’t drug deals go down in nice, warm areas with  heater. 

You watched as he fiddled with his phone before you heard slow music coming from the speaker, grinning and rolling your eyes as you heard ‘Only You’ play.

“Do all guys think this song will make girls fall for them?” You laughed as did he.

“Baelfire said it worked.” He shrugged and then looked at you with a questioning look. “That was a-”

“Once Upon a Time reference, I know.” You grinned causing him to laugh louder.

“God, you’re so cool.” He said before clearing his throat and holding his hand out for you, “Can I have this dance?” He asked with a shy smile.

“I’d be honoured.” You giggled before taking his hand and the two of you were soon laughing over stepped toes as Jake guided you through the moves.

The two of you looked at each other, your feelings clear in your eyes, and wondered why you hadn’t confessed your feelings earlier.

“There’s no where else I’d rather be.” Jake told you quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful, romantic atmosphere that had settled on the roof.

“Me neither.” You agreed, enjoy the soft kiss that followed.

Really, why hadn’t you done this earlier?

Making the Change From Friends to Lovers

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In your defence you hadn’t meant to drink so much. It was only meant to be a few drinks in the common room to celebrate winning the quidditch match and somehow you had ended up on the field outside of Hogwarts staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass. Admittedly, drinking so much wasn’t your best idea.

The shots also weren’t the best idea either.

You sat up quickly, too quickly, causing your head to spin. You just giggled as you rolled you head around, spotting a blonde headed figure not too far from you.

“Draco!” You yelled happily as you stood up, albeit clumsily. You watched as his head snapped in your direction and he made his way over to you.

You’d known Draco since first year but hadn’t gotten along too great then but in second year Professor Snape assigned him to help you in potions and from then on the pair of you got along famously.

That friendship also came with the added bonus of having a crush on the Malfoy heir. It was easy to deal with most of the time, even with Parkinson rubbing herself against Draco constantly. Still having a crush on the guy who only saw you as a best friend had its difficult moments.

“Y/N?” Draco questioned as he got closer to you, practically catching you as you hugged him, it was more of a fall really. “Are you...drunk?” He asked.

“Celebrations were happening, Draco, just cause you wanted to make potions or whatever with Snape doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have fun.” You giggled against his chest.

“Yes, seems like you’ve had all the fun.” Draco drawled, moving so his arm was around your waist as he tried to lead you back to the castle.

“No!” You protested, moving out of his arms and plopping down onto the grass. “I want to stay here, look it’s so pretty.” The lake was glistening in the distance, the sky was blue with soft white clouds passing by and the grass was decorated with an array of coloured flowers.

Draco just laughed as he sat down next to you.

He liked you too, of course he did, how could he not? You were smart, beautiful, kind. The list really went on. He struggled with his crush on you, knowing his father would not approve of a relationship with a half blood and, sure, maybe once upon a time Draco would have never contemplated a relationship with anyone but a pureblood but he really liked you.

He’d spoken to his godfather about it many times, knowing the man was perhaps one of the few people who wouldn’t tell his father. Severus hardly offered advice, claiming he didn’t involve himself with school boy crushes, but he had told Draco to do what he wanted, not what his father expected. He told him he’d regret it if he didn’t at least take a chance. That conversation had been exactly what Draco had needed and he came up with a plan to ask you out. It wasn’t overly complicated, he was just going to invite you to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip, have a meal, walk around a little and then at the end of it, if things went well, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

It was a great plan. Too bad they never work out.

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder, sitting so you were pressed against him. He looked down at you and smiled, he really wanted you to be his. Since fourth year he had known he’d liked you but at that age girls were still gross, it was only part way through fifth year were he realised he really wanted to be with you.

“What were you doing anyway?” You asked, closing your eyes as you rested against him.

“I was with Severus.” He said confirming your earlier statement quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere. “He was going over the career guidance information.”

“You should do potions, maybe teach? I dunno, you’re good at teaching the younger kids.” You mumbled, giggling at the memories of Draco surrounded by a cluster of first and second year who were lost in potions.

“It’s something I could see myself doing, but father would expect me to work for the ministry.” He told you causing you to sit up and roll your eyes.

“Lucius is a dick.” You slurred causing Draco to roll his eyes fondly, the adoring smile never leaving, he’d heard this speech many times, all different topics coming to the same conclusion of ‘Lucius is a dick’. If it were anyone else tarnishing his father’s reputation, he would have argued but with you the things he could say was…

“God, I really want to kiss you.” Shocking himself as he did.

“Wait, insulting your dad was all it took? But I do that all the time.” You pouted causing Draco’s eyes to widen - did you like him too then?

He risked everything with you as he leaned forward but didn’t have to worry for too long as you leaned forward and met him halfway, pressing your lips together. It was so much more than both of you had imagined. Draco’s hand came up to cup your cheek as one of yours found its way into his hair.

“Well that wasn’t how I’d planned to confess, I’ll admit.” Draco laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead on yours after the two of you had pulled away.

“You’d planned this?” You asked, soft smile on your face as you continued to play with his hair.

“I was going to take you to dinner in Hogsmeade then ask you to be my girlfriend.” His smile turned sheepish; his pale face coloured slightly.

“Well in that case, yes to the dinner and yes I’ll be your girlfriend.” You told him before pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re drunk, what are the chances of remembering this?” He asked, chasing your lips after he had.

“I think I sobered up pretty quick when the guy I liked admitted he liked me too.” You said causing both of you to laugh.

Dinner at Hogsmeade was a delightful affair, candles created a romantic atmosphere and the two of you discovered that the transition from friends to partners wasn’t actually all that strange and you got to skip the awkward first date phase.

Why Can’t This Be Real? (Part One)

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Prompts - Fake dating

You had to admit that you weren’t all too shocked when Jess left you for Rory after the dramatic breakup between Rory and Dean. You were there to witness Dean finally lose his temper and snap, you couldn’t blame him, Rory clearly knew she had feelings for Jess but continued dragging Dean along because Jess was otherwise occupied. Though you hated what Jess had done to you, leaving you feeling used, there was a part of you that still wanted him back.

Maybe that was the reason for this quite frankly insane plan you and Dean had come up with. The two of you had only spoken a hand full of times, Rory wasn’t exactly your biggest fan to begin with and then Jess began hating Dean, there just hadn’t been a good opportunity since he came to the small town of Stars Hollow but now there was. The two of you had pretty much all your classes together and you watched as Dean came in, looking about as good as you felt. The lack of sleep was clearly visible and he just radiated sadness, the same went for you though. Along with the sadness and hurt both of you felt, there was also a deep feeling of embarrassment, both break ups had been rather public and of course gossip spread like wild fire in a town like this.

“Hey Y/N.” Dean had shocked you one day by joining you under a shaded tree that hid you rather well from the rest of the school. Dean had smiled at you confused expression before asking if he could join you.

“Hi Dean, um, yeah, sure.” You’d manage to reply, honestly confused as to why the ex-boyfriend of your ex-boyfriends girlfriend would want to talk to you.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I know how you’re feeling. It sucks, right, but if you ever need to talk to someone, someone who won’t use it as gossip and have it around the town within the hour then just know I’m here.”

That’s how it started. The sincerity in his voice had you believing him and it wasn’t long before you two were sat under the tree hashing out the details.

“Hold on, you want us to fake date?” You’d asked when he brought the idea up one break time.

“I just think that it’ll get some sort of reaction out of them, make them jealous. I mean Rory doesn’t like you and Jess, well we all know how he feels about me.” Dean said with a sarcastic laugh, causing you to smile. “Say no if you want to but I don’t know, it could be interesting.”

“Dean,” You began, upon first hearing the idea it was absurd but the more you thought about how much Jess and Rory had hurt you two, the more it seemed like a good idea. “Let me think about it?” You asked causing him to nod immediately.

“Of course, please take your time. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” You watched as Dean walked away with a slight frown on your face as you thought about what he had said.

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It was a week before you’d talk to Dean again. You hadn’t planned on talking to him but you saw him through the window of Luke’s alone and made up your mind then and there.

“May I join you?” You asked as you made your way over to him. Dean looked up from the work he was doing in surprise, only to smile a moment later.

“Y/N! Yes, please have a seat.” He said, gesturing to the seat opposite him.

“What can I get for you, Y/N?” Luke asked before you had the chance to open your mouth. You quickly ordered your regular and turned back to Dean as Luke left.

“So, what’s up?” He asked, fiddling with his pen.

“I’ll be your fake girlfriend.” You told him quietly with a grin. He looked at you for a moment as if working out whether you were being honest before he grinned back at you.

Luke brought you your drink and quickly filled Dean’s up before leaving and before you knew it two and a half hours had passed and you and Dean were still sat in the diner, getting to know one another.

It struck you that Jess had never bothered to get to know the little things about you that Dean was asking about but you pushed that thought from your mind as quickly as it had come.

“Well I should probably go, I didn’t mean to stay this long and I still have that English homework to get done.” You groaned causing Dean to laugh.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you out. I’ve got work anyway.”

As luck would have it as the two of you rounded the corner, Lorelai and Rory nearly walked into you. Whilst Lorelai apologised, you and Dean doing the same, Rory just looked between you and Dean before settling on a glare.

“Well that went well.” You laughed once the pair walked into Luke’s, Dean laughing along with you. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah. You want to meet up here and get some coffee before school?”

“I’d love to.” With that the two of you went your separate ways not noticing the glare Rory was giving you from the diner.

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“Did you hear the news?” Babette asked Lorelai one morning, two weeks after you and Dean agreed to fake date.

“No, what news?” Lorelai asked as she leaned against the counter at Luke’s. Luke listened too though not making it obvious and Jess glanced over from were he was talking to Rory.

“Well,” Babette started with a hesitant look towards the young couple, “I heard from Patty, who heard from Joe, who heard from Tom, that Dean and Y/N are dating! I mean can you believe it!” She exclaimed, not noticing the dark look on Rory’s face and the eye roll and mask of indifference on Jess’.

“Wait, Y/N and Dean? As in Rory’s ex boyfriend and Jess’ ex girlfriend?” Lorelai asked, shock clear in her voice.

“Oh my thoughts exactly, doll, I mean who’d have thought it? Anyway, I gotta go, Morey’s expecting me back any moment. See you soon sugars.” And with that Babette left, leaving everyone with different thoughts running through their heads.

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Dean and you were sat in Luke’s, both noting how Jess glared at the two of you and pointedly ignored your table. Luke rolled his eyes before taking your orders.

Dean had told you on your walk over to Luke’s about how Rory had shown up at his window, how her apology seemed self-centred and how Rory said she loved him. Dean had sent her away, furious at her for even showing up.

You couldn’t blame him for his anger, especially not when Jess had cornered you when you were leaving the market spouting all the right words of how much he liked you, how Dean was no good.

It was safe to say the urge to slap him was real. How dare he say Dean was no good for you when he ditched you the moment Rory left Dean.

“So, were are we up to?” Dean asked as he moved his chair closer to you, neither of you noticing Rory, Lorelai and Sookie entering the diner and sitting at the opposite end.

“Ugh math.” You told him with a grimace. The two of you were taking this extra time together to help each other with school work, focusing on topics the other wasn’t so good at and teaching it until it made sense.

You had helped Dean with English and science, helping to come up with easy ways to memorise important passages of texts or formulas. Whereas Dean was helping you with math, the one subject that you needed to raise your grade in order to even have a chance at the colleges you were looking at.

Dean had confided in you he hadn’t thought much about college, not knowing what he wanted to do. You in turn helped him research different colleges and he eventually found a few with courses that interested him. Now that you both had a vague idea of what you wanted it was easy to set targets and help each other.

“C’mon now,” Dean laughed, wrapping his arm around you as you pressed your forehead to his shoulder with a groan, “you’re getting better.”

“No I’m not. I’m gonna fail, there’s no hope.” You pouted over dramatically causing him to laugh louder before pressing a subconscious kiss to your head.

“No, you won’t. You wouldn’t let me fail and I won’t let you.” He told you, voice hard with determination.

“Fine, fine. Let the torture begin.” You groaned but shot him a grin.

As the two of you pulled your books out you missed the way Rory and Jess glared at you.

“I can’t keep up, one minute your falling all over Jess whilst you were with the nicest guy ever and now that you’re with Jess you want Dean back.” Lorelai said with an eye roll as she watched Rory.

“What?” Rory jumped, finally looking away from you two. “I don’t want him back, it’s just, I don’t know.” She finished weakly, slumping down in her seat.

“You have to pick, Rory. I told you that when you were dating Dean and you picked Jess.”

“He broke up with me!” Rory protested weakly.

“Because he saw the way you were with Jess, he knew you liked him and no matter how hard that boy tried he knew he couldn’t carry on like that.” Lorelai argued, knowing she was right.

Rory just rolled her eyes before grabbing her bag and walking out of Luke’s. You and Dean were oblivious to the whole thing as you sat close enough together that your foreheads were touching with Dean praising you with every bit of progress you’d made.

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It wasn’t long before exam season finally rolled around and you were stressed. Every free moment was spent in either your bedroom, Luke’s diner, the library or Dean’s bedroom studying.

Currently you were on the floor of Dean’s bedroom, books and loose sheets of paper surrounded you. Dean was in the same position on his bed. It wasn’t long before you let out a loud groan, throwing your head back against the bed and rubbing your eyes.

Dean climbed off the bed before sitting next to you. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close with concern in his eyes.

“You ok?” He asked softly, frowning as you shook your head whilst mumbling about failing into his shoulder.

“Hey, you’re not going to fail, ok, you know this. Watch,” he said, whilst pulling away from you and searching through your pile of paper before finding a deck of study cards. “Ok, the ratification of the eighteenth amendment led to what?" Dean asked.

“It led to a ban on the manufacturer and sale of the alcoholic beverages.” You said, biting you lip before grinning at Dean’s nod.

“Perfect!” He exclaimed with his own grin, “Which president signed the Antipoverty Act into law?” He questioned, watching as your smile grew.

“Lyndon B Johnson.” You answered confidently, causing him to laugh.

“See you know it!” He told you, “Ok, so if A equals 1,2,3 and B equals 3,4,5, how many sections are in the intersection of A and B?” He asked. You bite your lip as the question ran through your head.

“One?” You questioned and upon seeing him nod you relaxed slightly.

“Good!” He praised and that’s how the next half hour was spent.

“Ok, my turn to question you!” You told him as you reached up for his set of cards.

“Ok, so within a specified period, an increase in atomic number is usually accompanied by what?" Watching as Dean squinted, his head titling slightly to the right in concentration, you couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked. Your eyes widened at the thought, shaking your head just as Dean answered.

‘A decrease in atomic radius and an increase in electronegativity.” He replied nervously.

“Yes!” You beamed up at him and he couldn’t resist smiling back.

The two of you quizzed each other until you feel asleep. You with your head on Dean’s shoulder, Dean with his head resting on yours.

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The morning after the two of you had woken up late and quickly rushed to get ready. You had no other clothes and had no time to run home so ended up in yesterdays jeans and one of Dean’s shirts that, whilst tucked in still looked ridiculously big. Though Dean admitted, if only to himself, that he liked the look of you in his clothes.

The pair of you rushed to the school, skipping your morning drinks at Luke’s for the first time since you started ‘dating’. Everyone congregated outside of the hall to sit the first exam of the day; Math.

Dean watched from his position of leaning against the wall as you paced back and forth, muttering different equations to yourself. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his arms, you relaxing slightly with a second thought.

“You got this.” He told you sincerely, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I hope you’re right.” You whispered as you were let into the hall.

“Good luck.” You told him, leaning up on your toes to kiss his cheek.

“You too, Y/N/N.”

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Two exams down and you were sat outside on a bench waiting for Dean, whilst your math exam was at the same time, he had an English exam that started later than yours.

You sat with your laptop, finishing the last of your college application letters and had them sent off. You’d applied for two ivy league schools just on the off chance you did get accepted, those being Yale and Princeton, though you had also applied to Stanford, NYU, Michigan and Chicago. It was a relief knowing that they were sent off and now all you had to worry about was the exams themselves.

“Hey there.” You leaned your head back to see Dean smiling down at you, looking relaxed for the first time all day.

“Hey! How was the exam?” You asked, knowing how much he was dreading it.

“Honestly, I think it went pretty well but that’s only thanks to all the extra help I’ve been getting.” He grinned at you, leaning forward to peck your lips. “Whatcha doing?” Dean asked leaning his head on yours.

“I just finished sending all my college applications off.” You said letting out a breath of relief.

“I need to send mine off tonight.” He told you as he stood up, holding his hand out for you which you happily took and he led you to the diner.

“Are you working tonight?” You asked him, frowning slightly when he nodded.

“Yeah but Taylor’s letting me go early because I told him I need to study.” The conversation drifted off into talk of the science and lit exams tomorrow before Dean was leaving for work, leaning over and kissing you first.

“What are you doing with him?” Jess asked as he sat himself in the chair Dean had been occupying.

“Excuse me?” You asked, lifting the mug to your mouth. Luke watched from the counter, ready to step in if Jess upset you.

“I mean, Dean, seriously? You could do so much better.” He told you, slouched in the chair like he didn’t care.

“What’s going on there?” Lorelai asked Luke as she approached the counter.

“Dean just left and now Jess is bothering her.” Luke summed up as he poured her a cup of coffee. “Really?” You asked, voice loud enough for everyone in the diner to hear. “You mean like you, the guy who ditched me the moment Rory and Dean split up? Yeah I’m sure Dean’s a real downgrade. I gotta tell you though being with Dean has been so much better than being with you. If you ask me, I think Gilmore’s the one who got the downgrade.” With that you stood, scooping your laptop into your hands and walked out of the diner with your head held high.

It was safe to say your outburst was the talk of the town that evening.

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“What a jerk.” Dean replied once you saw him the next day.

“Right.” You said. The two of you were sat on a patch of grass in his garden leaning against one another. One thing that had bothered you from your meeting with Jess yesterday was how you meant every word; being with Dean was so much better. At some point the kisses and hand holding for the public had turned into second nature responses, half the time you forgot you weren’t really dating.

“Anyway it’s fine. Honestly, I was over him a long time ago.” You said causing Dean to smile. “Did you send your applications in?” Dean told you he had and told you which colleges he had decided on, most of them were community colleges but one caught your attention.

“Stanford!” You exclaimed. “You applied for Stanford! Dean, that’s amazing.” You had known Dean had been debating it but eventually decided against it due to him doubting himself despite your protesting and praising. The fact that he had even decided to apply was big.

“Okay, okay, calm down.” He laughed, “I haven’t got in yet. Hell, I doubt I will but it didn’t hurt to apply and-” You cut Dean off with a kiss before pulling back with a grin.

“It’s amazing Dean, they’ll be foolish to turn you down.” You told him, causing him to pull you in for another kiss.

It didn’t occur to either of you that no one was around to see it.

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“I got them.” You said into your phone. Currently you were walking to the town centre with six college admission letters in your hand. Dean and you had decided to wait until you both had all your letters until opening them.

“Me too, I’ll meet you under the gazebo.” Dean said before the two of you hung up.

You were so anxious. The fate of your future laid in your hands, literally. By the time you got to the gazebo you were pale and shaking.

“Hey, hey, sit down.” Dean said, taking your free hand and pulling you to sit on the bench. He helped you breath properly before talking to you.

“Whatever happens you’ll be fine, I promise.” He told you. You nodded at him before taking a deep breath.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Ready.” He confirmed.

The first letter came from Princeton, it was a rejection letter. Though you were expecting it, not really wanting the Ivy league ones but applying just to see. It disheartened you but you set it aside.

Dean opened his and saw he was accepted into Southern Connecticut State.

The second letter came from NYU and you grinned once you saw the acceptance.

Dean’s second letter was also an acceptance.

The third and fourth informed you both that you had gotten into the colleges.

You opened the fifth letter and were shocked to find you had been accepted into Yale. Dean grinned at you as you stared in disbelief. Realistically you knew you weren’t picking that college, purely on financial matters alone but also you weren’t an ivy league school person.

Dean and you both had one envelope left; Stanford.

The two of you stared in shock as you read you had both been offered a full ride scholarship.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed pulling you up and into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around him as you took in the words; the college you had most wanted had not only accepted you but given you a full ride.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you felt Dean kiss you passionately, when he pulled away the two of you were panting as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Screw this, Y/N.” He said pulling away causing you to frown. “I can’t do this fake dating anymore, somewhere along the way I fell in love with you. Will you be my girlfriend? For real this time?” He asked with a slight laugh, causing you to grin and nod, an exclamation of yes leaving your mouth before Dean pulled you into another kiss.

“I love you too.” You whispered as he pulled back.

Dean just grinned at you before kissing you again, loving that he could now knowing his feelings were reciprocated and it wasn’t just for show.

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The two of you had found an apartment not far from the campus but far enough away that it was still considerably cheap. It wasn’t the greatest place but it was yours and Dean’s home. You took a job in the college library and Dean picked up a job in the cafeteria.

The two of you settled into living together rather well, obviously there were a few arguments here and there but moving out of the small gossiping town of Stars Hollow had done you both the world of good.

Dean was studying engineering at an advanced level and you were finally studying what you wanted and loved it.

The two of you had never been happier and even though it was all thanks to your ex’s and Dean’s fake dating idea, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

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Prompts - 20 - “I’m pregnant.” 31 -“About the baby… Its yours.”

A week.

That’s how late your period was.

A week.

A part of you was convinced you were pregnant, already you had come up with fifty different scenarios in which you told your ex-boyfriend Loki, more than half ending worse than the other.

Lack of communication and frustration had led to the pair of you splitting up, though that did not mean the two of you weren’t still hopelessly in love with one another.

A week and two days is how long you left it until you caved and bought a pregnancy test on the way back home to your apartment.

A week and four days is how long you left it until you finally took the test.

Pacing was good. It was the only thing you could do as you waited for the timer to beep.

If it said you were pregnant, there was no doubt in your mind you were keeping the baby, whether Loki wanted to or not.

The ringing of the timer cut you from your thoughts. You took a deep breath before picking the test up, a grin caught you by surprise as you read the results.

You were pregnant.

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You waited a few weeks just be safe and also because you were terribly nervous before telling Loki but you had a scan coming up in two weeks and wanted to at least give him the option of coming.

The morning sickness had drained you and you knew it showed, you looked paler and visibly more tired with dark circles even makeup couldn’t hide, not that you bothered any more. Sometimes it took all your energy to drag yourself from bed.

You’d arranged to meet Loki at a cafe you both used to frequent regularly, the older man, being over the moon to see you again, had readily agreed.

“Y/N.” Loki stood to greet you as you made your way over to him, planting a soft kiss onto your cheek.

“Hello, Loki.” You watched as he took in your features, concern written all over his face. The man was a master at hiding his emotions but sometimes he was an open book. Thor claimed that it was his love for you that made him so readable but you doubted it.

“Is everything alright, darling?” He asked after the two of you were sat, him pulling your chair out for you. Somethings never do change.

“I have something to tell you.” You began, taking a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

You watched as his face dropped, his concerned expression changing into one of almost disappointment. You tried not to let your eyes tear up but your emotions were all over the place at the moment.

“That’s wonderful news, Y/N.” He told you, plastering a fake smile onto his face. “I’m sure you and the father will do an excellent job.” That made your eyebrows knit together in confusion, why was he saying the father like it’s not-oh.

“Loki about the baby, it’s yours.”

Loki was silent for a long moment, eyes wide as he froze, still as a statue.

“It’s what?” He asked, voice barely a whisper.

“The baby’s yours. We’re having a baby, Lokes, and I understand if you want nothing more to do with me but if you want to see the baby I respect that and we can arrange something but if you don’t want anything to do with me or the baby that’s ok too.” You rambled, the speech you had prepared coming out faster than intended.

“Wow, slow down a moment, Y/N. Who said I wanted nothing to do with you or the baby?” He asked, confused.

“Well, with the breakup and everything-” you began but were quickly cut off.

“Y/N, I never wanted that breakup. Darling, I love you more than you could possibly know and that baby, God, I’m going to love that baby just as much as I love you. That breakup showed we have a lot to work on but I am willing to. It’s the reason I came today.” He told you and you were in shock. This was the best possible outcome that you hadn’t let yourself think about.

“You mean it?”

“Of course, I do. We’re having a baby, Y/N.” He grinned at you, standing up and pulling you up with him before wrapping his arms around you, you hugging back just as tightly. “We’re having a baby.”

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Loki kept his promises.

He went to every scan, got you every food item you needed, no matter how strange the combination, he read the books, held your hair back as you struggled through the morning sickness, held you every time you cried and reassured you that you’d be a great mom.

He held your hand. Letting you squeeze it even as he thought it would break, as you were in labour. Twelve long hours he doted on you, treating you like a queen, even as you cursed him for putting you there.

Twelve long hours until he held his baby girl in his arms for the first time, looking down at her like she was the entire world. But then his gazed shifted to you, the same look on his face.

He came and sat on the bed next to you, handing you the little girl who already looked so much like her father.

You were exhausted but you happily took your daughter and held her close, leaning into Loki's chest as he pulled you close.

“I am so proud of you, my darling.” He told you softly, leaning down to kiss your head.

“Thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you.” You laughed as you ran your thumb gently on the baby's cheek. “God, this day is perfect.”

“I think so too.” Loki agreed. “Which is why now is the perfect time to ask you this. Darling, you have made me a better man than I could ever have hoped to of been, you gave me the greatest gift and so much more. Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Loki asked as he pulled a gorgeous ring out of his pocked. Immediately your eyes filled with tears.

“Loki!” You managed to choke out, a wide grin on your face. “God, of course I will.” You laughed as he let out a breath of relief before leaning down and kissing you.

Pulling back, he placed the ring on your finger and held you both close.

“My two girls, I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, sweetheart.

New Year's Day

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Prompt - New Year's Day

You and Peter stared at the glitter that seemed to have stuck to every bit of the floor of both the living room and kitchen. You were both looking slightly worse for wear, your hair was all over the place, last night's makeup smudged on your face and Peter’s hair also looked a mess as he stood in an old shirt and boxers. You had stolen one of his shirts after shredding your dress last night. You were the only one with a headache, though Peter was looking a little queasy too.

Last night Aunt May had spent the night with Happy and had given Peter permission to host a little party for New Year’s Eve. Naturally the small gathering had resulted in most of the school showing up, most, thankfully, bringing their own alcohol to add to the stash that definitely wouldn’t have been big enough.

The night was lots of fun, drinks were shared, laughs were had. You and Peter stuck with each other for the majority of the night, sharing drunk kisses and giggling with your heads bent together. New Year’s Eve had always held a romantic feel to you and for the first time you had a boyfriend who you could share the night with.

As the tv counted down the seconds until midnight, Peter wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You couldn’t help the blush that came as a result of the way Peter was looking at you, like you were the only person worth anything in that room.

“5!” People began to chant, Peter lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“4!” Peter’s hand trailed down to your cheek, knuckles grazing over the skin lightly.

“3!” The hand turned so that it could cup your cheek, his thumb lightly tracing your mouth.

“2!” Peter leaned closer, ready to kiss you.

“1!” Before he connected your lips he whispered an “I love you” against your them and only then did he pull you in for the kiss. The fireworks that could be heard all around reflected exactly how that kiss felt.

Hours later you watched as people left, girls carrying their shoes as they headed home and discarded polaroid photos that captured the night perfectly lay on the floor.

You and Peter both fell into his bed with smiles on your faces. You rested your head tiredly on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close, placing a soft kiss upon your head.

“I love you too.” You whispered back before letting your eyes fall shut, missing the grin that spread across Peter’s face.

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Peter padded his way across the room and started rummaging around in one of the cabinets before pulling out a pack of Advil. He set the pills down in front of you before getting you both a glass of water.

“Thank you.” You smiled, voice slightly hoarse from last night.

“You’re welcome.”

After the medicine had been taken, you and Peter surveyed the room again.

“You take the kitchen, I’ll take the living room?” Peter asked and you nodded.

As the two of you got to tidying, a peaceful silence settling between the pair of you, Peter continued to glance at you. You were everything he could ever want. He loved you so much, he couldn’t picture wanting anyone else by his side as he cleaned up from the night before.

Sure having you be his date for the New Year’s Eve party was great, it really was the best, but Peter realised with a jolt that he didn’t just want that. He wanted to spend every New Year’s Day with you.

“You ok, Pete?” You asked, noticing Peter had stopped abruptly and was staring off into space.

“I want this.” He said, causing your eyebrows to knit together in confusion.

“Huh?” You asked, clueless as to what he was talking about.

“I want this. I want you as my date for New Year’s Eve, I want your midnights but more than anything I want to be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.” Peter told you, almost shocking himself with those words. He knew he loved you, of course he did, but it was just now hitting him how much it would kill him to lose you.

You felt your cheeks heat up, a smile spread across your face as you dropped the bin bag you were holding and made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Peter’s arms automatically wrapped around your waist.

“I want that too,” You told him sincerely before letting out a laugh, “God, I want that so much. Even when it gets hard, even when we’re making mistakes I want that so badly.”

“The thought of losing you,” Peter began, taking a deep breath, “the thought of you becoming a stranger, a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhere…” Peter trailed off, his eyes becoming watery.

You moved one hand to cup his cheek before saying, “that’s not gonna happen, trust me. I’m here, I’m here even when you’re lost and I’m scared, I’m here when things get messy, I promise you I’m never gonna leave you, Peter Parker, you’re stuck with me.” You laughed again but this time it sounded shaky as your own eyes welled up.

“God, I love you so much.” He whispered before pulling you into a breathtaking kiss, that was full of promises and reassurances of many more New Year’s Days to come.