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kurogane2512 · 10 months

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can i get some hcs nsfw/sfw with keqing, ningguang, or yelan, and fem reader? literally any au if you’re interested im just thirsting for anything atm and you’re a really good writer Kuro❤️

Aww thank you so much, your words mean a lot to me! I decided to make this a school au since I was craving to write something like this for a while, I hope you don't mind and enjoy! <3

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Student! Keqing, Teacher! Ningguang x fem! reader (student)

Type: Smut and Fluff (sfw hcs with nsfw drabble, school au, there is a common storyline with branching routes for each of them, reader is not underage btw, teacher x student relationship for Ningguang, scissoring, oral)

Teyvat Academy has the reputation of being the top ranked school in Teyvat for all domains, and quite rightfully so. Housing top of the class facilities, courses and of course, professors. While it appears as a place for the rich and wealthy, it welcomes everyone with its elaborate scholarship system. However, even the purest and finest of places hide some deep, sinful secrets....

Keqing

The current Student Council President is loved by all, teachers and students alike. She's disciplined, responsible, well-spoken and trustworthy. Not to mention, you are the Vice President of the Council and her fellow classmate.

The two of you are together almost all the time due to work, often staying back until late to complete documents and planning for any and all events. And of course, also taking time out for studies. You act as each other's support, filling up where the other falls.

People often gossip you two are dating but Keqing's straightforward attitude makes them discard all those thoughts. However, they don't know the truth is that you are indeed in a relationship. You two wanted to keep it a secret until graduation hence always acted normally in public.

But there were times when you liked teasing her and acted mischievously. While Keqing was very firm and always appeared diligent in public, it was rather easy to make her flustered in your presence. She had a reputation to maintain, and you always liked testing her limits~

"Y-Y/n....not here—aah!~"

Keqing moaned out as quietly as possible as you lapped up her cunt, the two of you were hiding in the storeroom at the sports ground. You had been instructed by the PE teacher to check up the equipment for the upcoming competition; but one wrong step and Keqing almost tumbled on the jumping bars and you tried to catch her but fell down with her. Your head got cushioned in her soft breasts and your knee pressed against her core, making her let out a surprised gasp.

You immediately got aroused at her voice but held back as it wasn't the right place nor time to do this. The two of you got back up and continued the work while feeling all hot and bothering the whole time, glancing at each other every now and then. Once you were finished, you pressed her against the door and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She melted into you, as if she was waiting for this. She felt your hand slip under her shirt and cup her breasts, making her moan into the kiss.

"Y-Y/n, wait— Someone will come...."

You smirked, "Then be quiet, babe."

"Huh?! How do you expect me to—ngh!~"

You thumbed her clit, a close-mouthed gasp leaving her mouth. You kissed down her neck while toying with her left nipple through her shirt, her knees going limp at the sensations.

"H-hey....don't....please....mhm~"

"You are enjoying it, Keqing~"

"I'm not—!"

You pinched her nipple and she bit her lower lip in retaliation, trying to hold back her voice. You then kneeled down between her legs and unbuttoned her pants then slid them down with her panties, gazing at her throbbing wet core.

"You are so wet, Keqing. Does being in public arouse you?~"

"N-No....it doesn't...!"

"Tsk tsk, how bashful. You know you can be honest with me~"

You wriggled your tongue on her clit, sending shivers up her body. Her fingers lightly gripped your hair, trying to make you come closer. You chuckled to yourself then finally lapped up her outer walls, a pleasured sigh leaving her as she threw her head back. Just then, some unknown sounds resounded from the other side of the door.

"Huh, it's locked. Didn't sir say the Student Council members should be inside? Did they already leave?"

You heard 2 girls talking outside, trying to open the door to come in. Fortunately, you had locked it the moment you both had come in. However, this gave you an idea. You quickly plunged your tongue inside Keqing, a surprised moan echoing as she put her hand over her mouth as quickly as possible.

"Y-Y/n?! What are you— Stop! N-Not right....aaah...not right now!~"

"I told you to be quiet, baby~"

You relentlessly moved your tongue inside her, lapping at her spongy hot walls. She almost screamed, biting down her palm to conceal her voice. Her other hand pulled you closer by your hair, telling you to go faster. You held her thighs and lifted them up to rest on your shoulder, her back arching against the door as she desperately wished for the girls to leave.

"Aaahn....y/n...faster....mmmh!~"

You fastened your pace, sucking out her juices and eating her out while fingering her clit. The noises finally stopped as the girls walked away saying they'll bring the keys from the PE teacher. Keqing removed her hand from her mouth and gripped your hair more, messy whines leaving her lips as you sucked harder and she finally released all over your mouth. You cleaned her up and licked your lips as you stood up, gazing at her breathless state before going closer to kiss her but she instead pushed you away and faced away from you.

"Y-You pervert! What if they had caught us?!"

You smirked then walked closer and hugged her from behind, biting on her ear lobe, "Then our relationship would have been out, which is completely fine to me~"

Ningguang

Ms Ningguang is the Head of the Commerce Department and the economics professor of your class. Additionally, she's also the advisor for the Student Council for the past 3 years. Both you and Keqing are her best students, but only you know who really is her favorite.

She often gives you both work during her lectures but her bias couldn't be more obvious. Keqing is always sent out for more physical tasks while you stay in class and help with paperwork and documentation. Ms Ningguang does it intentionally as Keqing appears as a teacher's pet more due to this.

What Ms Ningguang truly loves is keeping you beside her, watching you do paperwork and tease you in between. Keqing hates that she's always the one being sent around, but doesn't complain to her as she'd rather keep a cordial relationship with the advisor.

Of course, you have offered to swap with Keqing many times but she always refuses, making up some excuse or the other. But you know very well why she keeps you with herself hence you never outright deny~

Your pen slid along the paper for the nth time as you were seated in the Student Council room all alone, trying to get on with all the piled-up paperwork from the last few weeks. Keqing and the other members had gone home ahead of you as they had completed their part of the work, Keqing offered to help you but you refused saying you can handle it; not to mention that she had tuitions to attend.

"Still here, Y/n?"

A soft, angelic voice called your name from behind and you turned around to see none other than Ms Ningguang standing at the door before walking in beside you.

"Yes, ma'am. There's just a few more left."

She glanced at the document on your table, one hand resting on her waist while the other caressed the back of your head, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I believe I told you not to stay back until late hours." she spoke while twirling your hair in her fingers, a slight blush appearing on your face.

"Y-Yes, but it's okay. It's not too late right now..."

You looked down in nervousness, you heard her chuckle as she moved behind you and wrapped her arms around your neck before leaning down, her breasts pressing on your head.

"Disobeying me now, are you? It seems you are looking for a punishment~"

She whispered in a sultry, seductive voice, shivers erupting in your body. Her hands moved towards your collar, fingers fiddling to unbutton your shirt.

"I let you relax in my lectures so that you aren't overworked, that doesn't mean you'd disobey after hours~"

"I—I'm sorr—"

"Shhh~ Well then, shall we take a break? I promise to help you complete the remaining work afterwards~"

You nodded almost immediately, feeling turned on at the situation. Ms Ningguang placed kisses down your neck before moving in front of you and straddling your lap, your heart jumping out of your chest at the action. She proceeded unbutton her own shirt, exposing her breasts for you to fondle as she wrapped her arms around your neck and began rocking back n forth on your lap. Your face was smothered in her boobs, your hands slid up her skirt as you gripped her hips and moved against her as well.

Your clothed clits bumped against each other, the bare minimum contact making you both more needy and desperate. You slouched on the chair slightly, gaining a better angle at her core. You rutted up against her, hissing and pulling her close to gain friction. She shifted to your right leg and her knee pressed on your core now while she continued to grind on your thigh. You could feel her wetness form on your pants, and she too felt your wetness on her knee.

"Mmm, l-look at you....already so wet- aaah....f-from this~"

"Y-you...ngh....you aren't one to talk....mhm....m-ma'am~"

It's true, she wasn't one to talk. She said she'd help you take a break but it seems she was more focused on her own pleasure here. You looked up at her face and saw her frowning, gritting her teeth and rutting faster.

"Did s-something happen?"

"Mmm....ngh~ J-Just....an annoying meeting....haahn~"

You almost became surprised then smiled to yourself before pulling her close, holding her waist tightly. She stopped moving for a moment and was about to question you but you swiftly stood up and placed her on the table in front. She gasped and held you tighter, not expecting this action from you.

"It seems you are the one who needs a break here, ma'am~"

She looked at you wide-eyed then smiled softly and pulled you down into a passionate kiss. This is why Ms Ningguang loved you, you were always so much more perceptive than you let on, always catching her off guard by guessing her hidden feelings. Nobody could see through her poker face, nobody except you. She continued the heated kiss and wrapped her legs around your waist, you began grinding against her body while swirling your tongue with hers.

"I-If you....do well then I'll r-reward you nicely~"

"A very tempting offer, ma'am. No wonder you are the best commerce teacher here~"

She chuckled and bit your lip before you moved down and placed kissed on her chest, playing with her boobs then going between her legs. You removed her underwear and let it hang on her ankle as you held her legs up, her thighs enveloping your head. You then dived down to eat her out, thrusting your tongue in and out of her hot walls. She arched up and entwined her fingers in your hair, rutting against your mouth and moaning out.

Her voice was absolutely divine, you had often been lost in her voice during lectures and she had caught you daydreaming. But in moments like these, you could be lost in it as much as you wanted. You thumbed her clit and drew out more messy moans from her, her angelic whimpers echoing in the room. Masterpiece of a music. Her sweet juices coated your tongue and you were drunk on her, drunk on her body and her being. Her thighs enclosed around your head more and rutted herself faster, indiacting her orgasm.

"Mmmm~ C-Cumming....don't stop! There....right there....aaaahn!~"

She arched up and moaned the loudest as she came and you drank up every last drop of her sweet essence.

"Was that satisfactory, ma'am~?"

She breathed out and chuckled before sitting up and pulling you close by your collar, sloppily kissing you.

"Pack your things. We'll continue the rest at my place~"

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin women #ningguang x reader #ningguang smut #ningguang x you #ningguang #keqing #keqing x reader #keqing smut #keqing x you

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garoujo · 2 years

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RANDOM DAD HCS — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji + geto suguru

₊˚ ♱ warnings — dad!au, kids [lmao], aged!up characters, not proof-read ! ⋮ note. these are a mess cause i’m so sleepyyyy so sorry bout tht guys >w<

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

you hear gojo’s own deeper but still childish giggle mix with your daughter’s as he chases her around your shared home, and there’s a certain familiarity to the sound of her light, hurried footsteps followed by his deliberately slower, heavier ones. but you don’t try to hide the smile that curls the corner of your lips when they run into the kitchen before you feel your daughter hide behind your figure.

you feel the way her smaller hands curl around your calf as she giggles at her dad who’s pretending he has no idea where she could’ve went to, sticking her tongue out when his gaze finally meets hers and his smirk only widens into a brighter kind of smile. “y’really think they’re gonna save you, princess? oh, i don’t think so.” gojo huffs before he’s pulling you against his chest and dipping you to pepper kisses along your face, making your daughter shriek playfully before she’s running away with another round of giggles.

but your husband only continues to chase her around the house while he holds you close. “hm, does my princess really think she can beat us? not when we’re the strongest.” home, you think, was seeing that same fire you fell in love with in crystalline eyes mimicked in a set of smaller ones, and you find yourself blinking away the tears in your own at the realisation that this is all you’d ever truly needed.

・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO

you think it’s charming to watch nanami feign annoyance as your two toddlers latch onto him, making him grunt and groan before you watch him sway and stand up with a wobble. one child is held in his arm, secured over the broad muscle of his bicep while the other has wrapped themselves around his neck, clinging onto the neckline of his shirt as their smaller hands tug and chew on the end of his tie — making your husband send them a tired look that’s still laced with something that makes him look a lot like love.

but nanami’s eyes soften as they meet yours, your eyebrows raised teasingly while you stand against the door frame and hold in a giggle with a hand over your mouth, your amusement obvious in the way your body is shaking with the way you’re trying to keep it at bay.

but you only hear nanami let out a gruff exhale when one of the toddlers decide to pull on his hair before he finally speaks. “and what’re you laughing at, sweetheart?” he grumbles, playfully rolling his eyes when the toddlers tug at his blonde hair once more, but his lips break into a small smile as he tries to suppress his own laugh, and it was that moment you decided that maybe love was best felt like this.

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you stifle a laugh as you gossip with your husband about the other parents at the nursery, sitting with your sides pressed together on the couch while you hold your son in your arms and listen to megumi offer you mumbles and grunts in response to your rambling. every so often offering his own little opinion in agreement but he listens so intently to you as one of his palms rest against your thigh, rubbing comforting shapes into the skin while his eyes rest on the soft features of your face before they gaze at his son — your son.

you watch his hand come in every so often to sweep the babies hair from their face — falling just like his does as he coos, his lips pulled into a whisper of a smile as he offers his finger for their smaller hand to weakly grip, his eyes darting from them to your own almost like he’s urging you to look as you watch the love swirl in them, because fatherhood suits him.

the light catches the ring adorning his fourth finger, a reminder of the silent promise you both made to each other, to love unconditionally as your hand is placed gently over his before he intertwines them. feeling megumi’s fingers squeeze your own affectionately as he presses a chaste kiss against your temple. “keep talking, i like listening to you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

you watch wordlessly as itadori gently rocks your child to sleep while he presses them against his broad chest, his chocolate gaze pooling with something warm as he looks over their smaller figure in his bigger arms while his tongue peeks out as he delicately cradles them. his usual loud and playful laughs and energy is instead replaced by a quieter, but still as welcoming atmosphere.

but it only makes you smile when you think about how far he’s come, letting yourself think back to when he’d first held your daughter with the slight tremble to his hands as he took her from you, scared he would hurt them given his strength while that same pair of eyes look at you for reassurance, you always knew him better than that — there was something else back then.

“am i holding them okay?” in place of “what if i’m not a good father?” but you still remember the way itadori first froze when he looked down to meet his chocolate gaze in a smaller form as his child nuzzled into his arms. it urged him to cuddle them closer while a new set of tears trailed the same path his dried ones left, and he knew from that moment he’d try to ensure he was the best.

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU

geto’s breathing is soft as he lies on the couch, an arm securly wrapped around your baby girls body as she sleeps soundly on his broad chest - his own eyes fluttering closed as you pad your way softly towards his figure. but even now you still can’t help the warmth that blooms along your neck when the same smirk that still makes your heart flutter appears as his free arm opens up to allow you to slide in beside them.

home for you was an obsidian gaze, a gentle touch and a chaste kiss to both you and your daughters head each morning as he demanded a movie night with the two people who he always called the centre of his world, although you never missed the way he always looked at you like you were more than just that. but even when it meant he had to sit through another romance movie he always found himself holding you both a little tighter.

but somehow you find yourself leaning into his touch everytime because when you think back to the love that you always read about in stories, the same ones you read to your own daughter now, you think that life with geto suguru feels just like it’s supposed to.

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ilys00ga · 5 months

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hellooo, ur blog is such a comfort for me <3 ! can i request yoongi meeting reader who’s quite literally the same person as him. he could’ve met the reader through one of the members trying to hook them up. “you two are so alike it’s scary, i think you’d be a match made in heaven”. so yoongi agrees..eventually. but when he meets the reader, it’s horrible! their similar personalities clash in the worst way possible. it’s pretty funny to everyone, because they totally thought they were in matchmaker mode?? the two constantly talk about how they couldn’t stand each other, so it surprised everyone when yoongi just admitted that he’d and the reader had been dating for a few months after their first meeting. loll

A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.

pairing: yoongi x reader.

genre: fluff, i tried to make it funny loool, best friends to lovers, non idol au (?), non idol!yoongi, non idol!jimin, non idol!namjoon, jimin is the dramatic bestie and namjoon is just the very supportive friend that's happy to be there.

warnings: this is pure fiction and English is not my first language.

A/N: okay so, there was also this one ask I got from @parkjennykim that says: "Hiiii ❤️ hope this finds you well. Could you write a fluffy bsf to lovers with yoongi? Theres hardly any of those out there 😭 i need some fluff ive been too deprived and depressed".

I thought these two were similar so I decided to merge them, I hope that's ok for both of u :). thank u sm for sending these reqs, I really appreciate it and I hope u enjoy this read. do not hesitate to send more if u want to !

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“I'm sorry, WHAT?!” Jimin, who’d been slouched on the couch with his head leaning against its rolled arm, sat up straight and goggle-eyed as soon as he heard what Yoongi had said.

The latter only rolled his eyes, not surprised one bit at his friend’s dramatic reaction. In fact, he expected it to be so much worse, but he guessed the younger one was just too tired that day for all of that. “don’t be loud.” he hissed and crossed his arms.

“hyung, are you serious?” Namjoon asked from where he was sitting with his chopsticks hanging in the air near his mouth as he too was stunned by the eldest’s statement.

“why the hell would i lie and say that me and __ have been dating for almost two months now?” Yoongi muttered through narrowed his eyes. "TWO MONTHS- woah, this is crazy. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The youngest of the three covered his face with his hands and heaved a big, disappointed sigh.

“Seriously, why is he so annoying today?”

Namjoon chuckled as the older continued side eyeing their dongsaeng, “hyung, he’s just really happy for you. I too am.”

“I’m very happy, yes, but, hyung, how could you hide such a thing from me? I literally helped you grow the balls to ask her out.” Jimin whined and slouched back down on the couch with a growing pout, “I've been waiting for you two to get together for months.”

It's true, Jimin was a man on a mission ever since he’d noticed the insanely similar character traits when you and your (now) boyfriend met for the very first time. two individual human beings but the exact same patterns and edges. on a large scale, talking to you always felt like talking to Yoongi and vice versa.

It was like a game to him. It made him buzz with excitement, reminding himself every now and then to keep a close eye and count all the similarities you two shared. not that it was hard to notice to begin with: having almso the exact same taste (especially in music), always sitting silently when being around other people and speaking little amounts of words when necessary, getting flustered and smiling shyly when being complimented, being chill and too soft to scold or yell at anyone (most of the time), having that same slow tone in your voices whenever you talk, having random bursts of energy or playful teasing despite the cold facade both of you display, getting so talkative when it comes to topics and things you’re so passionate about, being very honest but never too rude or offensive about it, being the most hardworking people jimin has probably ever met in his entire life—something that nevers fails to admire about the two of you.

You and Yoongi were so similar, even your bad habits and red flags matched. When setting your mind on finishing a task—say a project for example—you’d wear your bodies out for the sake of completing it, even if it meant you’d stay up several hours late during the night. and when mad or during intense clashes and arguments, you would put thick walls between you and the other person, ignoring and shutting them out until you're human enough to confront them. sometimes it’s too hard to even apologize, instead, you’d slowly start approaching them as if nothing had happened at all.

“No wonder you two ended up together, you’re basically a match made in heaven.” Namjoon nodded his head as he munched on his food, as if approving of his own statement.

“i know! and the way you wasted your time pinning on each other was killing me.” being the biggest shipper of your pair, Jimin huffed as he spoke with a very serious tone.

“how did you guys even make it?” namjoon asked.

“We hit it off right after the first date.” Yoongi answered with a shrug, acting as nonchalant as ever.

“you mean the date i had set for you?” it was jimin who asked this time, and when Yoongi nodded in confirmation, the younger groaned and buried his face into the couch, “hyung, you are seriously the worst.”

“hyung, you both are coffee addicts, take her to a new café this time!” Jimin suggested with a huge grin on his face. after finding out that you two secretly liked each other, he spent weeks pressuring Yoongi to confess his feelings for you. He couldn’t believe that his hyung finally obliged after many “no”s and “I don’t like __ that way.”s and “we’re just friends.”s. it was getting really annoying.

YG: “Can we hang out tomorrow? as two people wanting to know each other.”

ME: “Are you asking me on a date?”

YG: “yeah?”

ME: “okay :)”

that was the conversation you had with him the day before he took you on a cute café date. The place was impressively good, but the date was the complete opposite of that. Nothing bad happened, yet sitting down with someone you’ve known for a good period of time and have shared good amounts of vulnerability with in that intimate context was too unpleasant. Both of you struggled to find comfort and normality in the heavy awkward silence that fell on the table. and everytime he would try to play it off and throw some joke or normal piece of conversation that he found appropriate for a date, you two ended up laughing int your sweaty palms because of how ridiculous the whole situation was.

“stop laughing!” Yoongi exclaimed while his shoulders shook, giggling.

“I'm sorry, I'm trying!” you wiped at the corners of your eyes.

"Just act like this is a normal hangout.." he had said after a short moment.

"We're literally on a date." you reminded him.

“right..”

The “date” didn’t last long, and the two of you ended up at his house. eating popcorn on his couch and watching your favorite series of movies together.

Later that night, he asked, “so, what are we?”

“whatever you want us to be.” you answered with flushed cheeks.

“I like you..” he whispered, eyes never leaving the TV screen acroos the couch, "more than friends should like one another."

“Great, ‘cause I'd be sad if you didn’t like me back.” you whispered back, never daring to glance his way even for a split of a second.

“Wait, does that mean I won the bet?” Namjoon suddenly spoke, making Jimin kick him lightly on the shoulder from where he was still lying with a sour frown, and toss a few dollars he had grabbed from his wallet at the smiling man's extended palm.

“Did you two seriously make a bet on my relationship?” came a sharp question from Yoongi.

#yoongi #yoongi scenarios #bts #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fic #bts army #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi fic #friends to lovers

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aioliravioli-69 · 2 months

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Detective Noir AU

Alright, this au has been sitting around, waiting for me to finish it but chances are, I never will :((

So instead, I'll just post what I have so far

This was inspired by that one comment on the au post the author made(at this point you could consider me a stalker for the amount of hours I've scrolled through her feed💀)

First things first, none other than our main character himself, Detective Hollow!

I made him the detective in this one mainly because I was basing it off of the theory that if there was no heroine the keyholder would simply become the hero instead(don't remember where I read this but I'm guessing it was the webtoon comment section).

I also my have just really wanted to draw him in an overcoat

gonna be honest, I did little to no research going into this AU, the thing I most tried to learn about was the femme fatale so I could get a good view on how to design Buddy

Speaking of the femme fatale:

Seems like someone got caught in the spotlight!

And before you ask, yes, those are pants. Weird ones, but pants nonetheless. I swear, I hate lighting when it's from the front. Frontal lighting can go fuck itself. Please ignore the little help lines I put in

Honestly, Buddy's outfit was probably the hardest part of this one. I wanted him to look slutty, but I didn't want to make it TOO slutty, but I feel like I may have added WAYY too many folds in his pantsuit and I kinda messed up on the overcoat lol. The diamond on his chest was inspired by the diamond on the villainess key more than anything and I tried to incorporate that into his gloves too.

Anyway, have some potential outfit sketches I made:

the two I thought might come off as too slutty and

the ultimate winner of the outfit ideas

As you can see the diamond chest window and fur coat were a mut in this outfit and I'm pretty happy with the end result

Y'all know how the femme fatale usually has to seduce the main character a.k.a. the detective?

Well, y'all know me so have an extra just for you <33

But I'm not done just yet!

Remember how I said that I made Chase the hero because of the lack of a heroine in the story? Well...

I did some more surface level research(and I mean very surface level) and decided to adapt the trope of the girl-next-door archetype for him!!

Don't think it suits him, since they usually just sit pretty and wait for the detective to notice them, but they do have badass roles once in a while and I live for those!!!

The one Chase has taken on doesn't though sadly :')

I decided to go with Charlie Hollow for this one because it sounded more like something the timid and 'pure'(yuck I know, but sadly film noir movies often prop up comparisons between the femme fatale and the girl-next-door, this being one of them) girl next door would have

Overall I tried to make this one as cutesy as possible because, why not lol

Lastly(I apologise, I made this in a rush because I was running out of motivation)

The distance between Buddy and the detective sure did close QUICK-

Originally I was planning on adding Deacon as a police officer and now that I think about it I could technically fit Prunella in here as well, but I just don't have any willpower left to keep this thing alive

My art blocks been acting up recently and I can't even pick up the pencil without immediately wanting to put it down :((

I wish I could have continued this and maybe I will someday, but until then this'll just stay in my drafts

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tyxoxo · 1 year

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Ylang Ylang - teaser.

teaser, find full fic here.

| pairing: fairyhunter!jeno x fairy!reader (afab) au w/ fairy!xiaojun x fairy!reader (if you squint)

| genre: suspense, angst, fantasy, multiple nct/wayv + aespa character inserts, jeno and hendery are brothers

| summary: while being close to you and your family’s extinction, a promise needs to be broken to save the lives of your people

| words: loading…

| (future) warnings: murder, blood, torture, cnc smut + suggestive scenes, blackmail, kidnapping, exhibitionism, caging/imprisonment, degrading, spitting, unprotected sex

(this is purely fiction, warnings in bold mean potentially triggering content)

a/n: @jenomov and i came up with this concept out of nowhere and we decided to start writing our own versions. BUT i did make a header for us to share while she typed up the summary (which is awesome cuz i suck at them). just thought i’d clarify so no one would think we’re stealing/plagiarizing each other's work. just think of this as a collab! :’)) also, jeno’s look in the header is essentially how i envisioned him to look for this story but imagine him however you want (can’t help that haechan takes great pictures ㅠㅠ)

playlist:

livv? - ylang ylang

weatherby - fleeting frozen heart

alex sloane - mine

datfootdive - stars

“C’mon Xiaojun, spit it out already!!”

You teased at your loving best friend, shoving him playfully with a single finger as you watched him struggle to speak lucid sentences.

The two of you were in your favorite and most “private” hang out spot—in the trees on the outskirts of your shared village. Far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the community, but close enough for comfort. Though you tried your best not to drift into the terminology of “safety”, “danger”, or “warnings.”

It was a sure way to initiate ill omens.

Both of your parents were aware of your shared infinity for exploring; venturing past the municipality limits. But as long as the two of you shrunk to “the size of a quail” outside of the village, they allowed you to bask in the wonders of blaring curiosity, to your heart’s content. Your species could never truly bring your guard down…

“Sorry…I just can’t form my words today.” He scratched the back of his head as peered down at his lap, rustling the Crane's-bill flower crown perched atop his mauve hair in the process.

“Since when do you ever really form your words?”

This time you gave a subtle laugh to pair with your smile, hoping to ease his obvious discombobulation.

“You’re right. I don’t.”

His eyes met yours, his wings even twitching, which always signified when your kind was flustered.

He continued again, pulling at his own thumb as he drifted his eyes up to the newly blossomed tree leaves; an obvious attempt to avoid eye contact.

You could try to deny it for as long as you lived, but there was something within you that adored him more than he probably ever knew.

It was his tenderness, his soothing voice, his patience, whether it was those nights you stormed out of your house in search of him, as a form of solace from the constant nightmares of your genocide, or the days that you wanted to rant about your parent’s overprotectiveness (though they’ve eased up in recent years).

Anything you needed, he was there. And you always tried your best to do the same, despite having the feeling that he bottled up some of his troubles to keep from feeling like a burden himself.

“Well…I w-wanted to tell you, that I really appreciate you.”

He gave up on his own finger trap, to tug at the bottom of his white flounce shirt, finally meeting your eyes again with another twitch of his translucent wings.

“I appreciate you too Xiaojun, always.”

You leaned forward, so light that you barely caused the branch underneath you to stir. He froze upon witnessing your close contact, only his brown irises lowering to watch as you took both of his hands into your own.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t mean for your voice to come out in a whisper, but his stuttering had become more frequent, and this only made your thoughts whirl just as loudly as his.

If only you knew that he was on his way to confess his true feelings to you, if only he could get his mouth to work as fast as his brain, maybe then he could finally pull the weight off his shoulders.

But you made all of this difficult without even trying. His love for everything that was you, was infinite.

Even your constant teasing.

And the glimmer in your eyes was no match for his composure, let alone the way you held his hands.

You scanned his face in search of an answer, that definitely took too long for him to spill.

“Yeah don’t worry, everything's fine.”

You tilted your head in confusion, wondering where this could possibly be going, knowing he was aware of your ever-so-obvious “what’s the deal” persona.

He cleared his throat, and geared himself up for the revelation of a lifetime,

“I’ve been m-meaning to tell you that I really like you…that I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you.”

You felt your wings twitch, more noticeable than his own. And the warmth that flooded your entire body could’ve lit the entire forest in a swarming blaze.

“W-would it be crazy if I asked you to be mine—”

His lips seemed to come at a rest in slow motion, eyelashes fluttering in stark contrast as he heard your breath hitch in your throat.

Not even the sun’s rays that flashed through the white pine tree could’ve taken you out of your shock.

You used what seconds you had left, to replay his confession in your head,

“…I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you”

Xiaojun, your best friend since childhood, had always dreamed of this.

But the thoughts of responding were ripped away, as blood-curdling screams roared from the direction of your home. They weren’t light hearted nor playful by any means, and with the ability to hear great distances, the agony that bestowed upon your ears caused you both to wince in fear.

Xiaojun turned his head to look through the leaves, skin turning pale upon hearing further destruction.

Most of the branches obscured your vision, but it didn’t take much longer for the despair to continue.

“They found us!”

That voice, sounded like Karina.

And her frenzied words gave the answer—after 10 years of hiding, the hunters were back.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, the ability to breathe becoming a distant memory.

You squeezed Xiaojun’s hand as you crawled through the thick pine, your best friend eventually grabbing your waist to stop you from venturing out too far.

“Stay back!” His hushed tone was never this turbulent, bringing all the more truth to the chaos brewing just a mile away.

“This can’t be! We have to go help!”

“It’s too dangerous, I can’t risk you getting hurt!”

Your adrenaline was too much for Xiaojun, as you managed to fight through his tight embrace or rather his hold on your longing to see your family and friends for what could be the last time.

“Let me go! We can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

You attempted to gear your wings for flight as you broke through his hold, hands raking through the leaves to get a clear view through the sea of green.

As you hovered past the pine tree, a familiar being appeared to be flying this way, the telltale sign being the blush colored wings that matched the embroidered dress swaying through the win at high speeds.

It was Giselle. And upon her getting a closer distance, you saw the blood spatter that painted her arms in fresh crimson.

She was her natural size, like what your kind all chose to be while in the comfort of your home, and the only guess as to why she didn’t choose to shrink was the amount of energy it took to do so. She seemed to grip at her side as the blood continued to stain her silk dress, not once looking up at which direction to fly. Her Dahlia flower crown was nowhere to be found, something that she cherished more than anything in the world.

You had to help her, get her to safety within the trees, whatever you could to secure a better fate. But the constant screams kept you too terrified to react, and being out in the open like this was indeed risky.

Before you could muster the strength to call her name, Xiaojun was behind you, the vibration of his wings filling your senses. He leaped at you once again, this time pulling you back towards the trees with labored breaths.

He couldn’t just do this to you…prevent you from saving a life, from saving not only your friend, but his friend too.

You managed a measly call of her name, knowing her advanced hearing would be enough. And successfully, she glanced up for the first time since her escape, to watch as you motioned for her to join together in the same tree.

Her face, lit up with hope, was the last sanguine expression to ever grace her face, as the all too familiar sound of a crossbow arrow being loosed from its quarrel sped towards her injured frame.

Your scream, one just as gut-wrenching as those that continued from your home, was muffled against Xiaojun’s palm as he pulled you back within the tree. You were forced away from any further intervention, forced away from burying your guilt.

Giselle flung forward from the sheer impact of the arrow as it shot through her heart, her umber strands flying through the air in the same intensity; entire body falling face forward onto the red speckled Bermuda grass.

You couldn’t look away, not while you witnessed her final moments—eyes drifting up to meet yours within her last breath, wings falling lifeless against her spine, and a faint smile from knowing you would be the last person she would ever see, instead of the hunters that were walking towards her.

Your entire body shook against Xiaojun, trembling in fear that her killers would surely discover the two of you here.

“Fuck! Hendery I had her!”

An unfamiliar voice, but one you would never forget, roared through the clearing that led to your dead friend.

You never felt so much anger from a person before, someone that you could only imagine was seething at the teeth.

Xiaojun finally took his hands away from your mouth, allowing you to inhale as much as you could before they got too close. But he still kept his arms wrapped around you, fighting through his own sobs that hit against the back of your neck.

“No Jeno! I’m not letting you fuck this up anymore! Remember what Johnny said?”

Yet another unfamiliar voice, but you were able to put the faces with the names right as the two humans approached just meters away, barely appearing disheveled despite the chaos they just unleashed. Thankfully their lack of enhanced senses worked in your favor, as you and Xiaojun remained undetected during their inspection of the area.

The one holding the crossbow was Hendery: he had to have been the one to take the kill. And the one to speak first was Jeno.

These had to have been the hunters your family warned about. For years since relocating to this new area, all of the last surviving elders made it their mission to describe these two, for if the day came that they scoured the land again, you would instantly know it was them.

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mcgnagallsarmy · 3 months

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Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #26: Ready & Go Reading Challenge

A fic set in the woods:

Promise of Frost by Eurydice [NC-17]

When a snowstorm strands Buffy and Spike, they are forced to turn to each other for strength, especially when a missing Giles, mysterious visitors, and way too much magic threatens to turn it into a not so very merry Christmas. Set mid-S4.

A fic involving a creative outlet:

Chiaroscuro by OffYourBird [R]

At first, Buffy wasn’t even sure it was him. He was all the way across the gallery, far enough that he was reduced to chiaroscuro in motion—a shock of white hair swathed in rich black leather, his eyes dark and glittering and his skin nearly ivory in the bright gallery lights.

A fic featuring food you have not tried:

Hunger by Sunalso [NC-17]

AU. Spike killed his third Slayer, but Dru was already dust. He's been lost, but when his supper turns out to be more than he bargained for, it leaves him hungry for something else instead. And Buffy? She's just hungry.

A fic involving a train ride:

Vernalagnia by violettathepiratequeen [G]

Vernalagnia: A romantic mood brought on by spring. One that even Angel doesn't dare try to get in the middle of.

A graphic novel:

D-straction Day: All Night Long by HappyWhenItRains [Adult Only]

COMIC: Buffy stops by the crypt to see if Spike wants to go patrolling. He does not.

A fic involving ghosts:

Wine-Colored by OffYourBird [NC-17]

There are so many shades of red, but Buffy sticks to the one she knows best.

A fic set on a bus:

A Place to Call Home by all_choseny [NC-17]

Buffy and Spike have beaten The First, and the Hellmouth is closed for good. Now, at the precipice of a new beginning, the pair must decide to finally give love a chance or walk away from each other for good.

A fic where a main character seeks self-improvement:

Reprise by Holly [NC-17]

Spike came back to life and didn’t bother to tell her. Then he died again before she could chew him out. Buffy makes a wish in front of the right kind of demon to set things right and finds herself propelled back to the darkest period of her life.

A fic featuring a (motor)bike ride:

Open Road by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

Life Serial takes Buffy and Spike some places neither of them ever expected to go. We, of course, expected it. They did not.

A fic set in or involving something industrial (factory, etc.):

Death Wish by Sigyn [NC-17]

“World is what it is. We fight and we die. Wishing doesn't change that. You can believe in a better world. I have to live in this one.” Anyanka’s wish was broken, but the world it created continues. Now Buffy must join forces with rebel vampires to create a world they can all stand to live in. But can Spike, Drusilla and Angel actually work with a hardened slayer, who would just as soon see them all dust?

A fic involving a plane ride:

Nevertime by anaross [R]

They lost. But they lived. Spike, Blue, and Angel head north to the Arctic to escape the demons set loose in Not Fade Away. (Don't worry... Buffy finds them.)

A fic set in a snow land:

West of the Moon, East of the Sun by KnifeEdge [NC-17]

I keep having the strangest dream. Every night it's the same thing: a dark room, a big bed, and a silent vampire that I can feel, but not see. I'd be wigged, except it's just a dream, right? It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever willingly sleep with a vampire again...

A fic set in a country other than your own:

Favor by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Spike asks an impossible thing of Buffy––and is stunned when she says yes. Could he really have gone up in her estimation?

A fic featuring a garden:

Unspoken by anaross [R]

"I've always envisioned him giving Buffy a garden that he could never go to in the daytime, to give her something alive for a change." James Marsters.

A fic set in a museum:

Just to Reach You by Sunalso [R]

Post-Series. Spike and Buffy have been a couple for almost two years. The honeymoon is over and together they're discovering they still have a lot to learn about themselves, each other, and how this whole "normal" relationship thing works.

A fic set in a hotel:

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City. Set post-NFA, spoilers for all of BtVS and AtS.

A fic involving an escape:

The Writing on the Wall by Holly [NC-17]

There was no body to bury. There was no funeral. There was nothing but the three rules and the knowledge that a thousand years of torment was nothing compared to a world without her in it. Spike embarks on a journey through the Gates of Hell to rescue the one he loves, but in order to save her, he must risk losing himself.

A fic set underground or underwater:

Ten Minutes by FlightsofFancy [R]

Buffy, alone, looking for Oz in the Initiative. She only has ten minutes. She finds someone else. Life of a hero, impossible odds.

A fic involving a road trip:

Ties to the World by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

Spike is gone, but before he went out in a blaze of glory, he slipped a letter into Buffy’s pocket. That letter takes her on a road trip across America, visiting his ties to the world.

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take-taker-taken · 4 months

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could i please have comfort fluff with a quiet, shy reader who cries sometimes from feeling ugly and like no one likes or cares about her with 1997 lord of darkness taker? she doesn't want to bother him with her troubles but he wants to hear her

maybe a bit erotic too..

Ok, so whenever I try to write Ministry!Taker, what comes out is a Lord of the Manor type. I find it hard to write him within a wrestling universe due to the nature of the character, so it always ends being in an AU with an air of magic powers and mysticism - I hope that’s OK! I also didn’t quite get there with the eroticism, so I’m sorry about that - just felt that if I’d tried to add it then it would have seemed shoe-horned in and rushed.

Obsidian & Lilium

You didn’t realise that you could be heard. You thought you’d found a quiet spot when the sadness overtook you and so when the door to the under stairs cupboard opens you squeak in shock.

“Now, what do we have here?” The deep voice rumbles and then his head and shoulders appear in the now open doorway.

Your eyes go wide and your throat freezes up when you realise that it’s the master of the house. Unable to respond in the moment you hurriedly wipe a hand over your face.

“Out you come, girl.” His tone is gentle but firm and then he steps back, allowing you room to slink out of your hiding place. You stand before the giant of a man, the head of the Ministry of Darkness himself - the one known as The Undertaker, and try desperately to stop crying.

He steps away briefly as your tears reduce to sniffles and you notice that he’s at the sink. He turns back and presents you with a cool, damp cloth which you take and wipe over your face. You remain in stunned silence as he takes your hand and leads you to the table, taking a seat and indicating that you should do the same.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me why you’re crying?”

You lift the cloth to your mouth and try not to get overwhelmed. The very idea that the Lord of Darkness is here with you ‘below stairs’ is enough to send you reeling, never mind that he’s talking to you as well.

You shake your head and mumble behind the cloth, “It doesn’t matter.”

His expression remains neutral but he reaches out and plucks the material from your hand, dropping it to the table. You glance up at him guiltily, realising that you should be showing more respect and add, “It’s nothing, sir.”

He taps his long, pale fingers gently against the table top. “Enough to have a member of my ministry hiding away in a cupboard and crying. I should say that matters.”

You stare at the digits in fascination, seeing for the first time how many of them are bent as though they’ve perhaps been broken. You notice the faint freckles that pepper the back of his hands and his short, neat nails. You’ve never been this close to him and find it surprising that you don’t feel particularly scared.

“Something has upset you,” he continues. “Has anybody spoken unkindly to you?”

You look up at him and a sigh escapes before you can stop it. He doesn’t react beyond a twitch of that pierced eyebrow and so you elaborate. “Nobody speaks to me, sir. Why would they?”

“I cannot imagine why they wouldn’t, little one.”

Your eyes raise to him in surprise at the mild endearment and he nods encouragingly. You pick up the cloth again and dab at your eyes but then shake your head as you say quietly, “It’s not important. Please, I - I shouldn’t be taking up your time like this.”

He reaches across and strokes a lazy circle on your hand with one finger. “I get to decide how I spend my time - no one else.”

Your hand seems to tingle at his touch and it’s clear that you’re to keep talking. You concentrate on the pattern he’s drawing on your skin and let the words fall out, even though the reality of it makes your voice crack a bit. “Nobody really likes me, sir. There’s no one to care about me - it’s not as if I’m pretty or anything.”

“Nonsense.” He waits for you to finish but is quick with his simple rebuttal. “I’ve spent only a few moments in your company and I find you perfectly likeable, so why shouldn’t others?” He continues on as you sit in rather stunned silence. “I myself care about each and every member of my ministry, and as to your last point, well…” He stops tracing his finger over your skin and instead takes your hand in his. “You are most definitely a pretty little thing. I expect even nicer without red eyes from all those tears.”

You stare at your joined hands, his covering yours completely and then glance up at him. His expression is inscrutable and you swallow. “It’s very kind of you - too kind, sir - to say that but,”

“I never say things that I do not mean, little one.” His interruption is quiet but firm and then you’re astonished to see that he’s smiling. Not the cruel or sarcastic smirks that you think you’re used to seeing sometimes on the faces of those around you, but a genuine smile - albeit small, but that somehow makes it even more real. Unbidden, you feel yourself returning it. “There, now - such a pretty smile.”

“Thank you,” you reply as you feel yourself blushing. Doubt still nags at you, however, and you say wistfully, “I wish it were true, sir. It seems that being attractive is valued more highly than anything. And that will never be me.”

He stands up without releasing your hand and so you have little choice but to get up with him. “Valued by those without the brains to value much else,” he says. “I would like you to take a walk with me.”

It’s a question and yet not one, given how he presents it with such finality - of course, he is used to being obeyed. You’re not about to try and resist his will, so you nod and with one hand in his and the other clutching the cloth, he leads you from the room.

He takes you up the stairs and through the main house which makes your head swivel around as you take it all in. The next familiar sight you see is the gardens - you love it when you get the opportunity to walk near here, though you’ve never seen it properly. You wish it wasn’t dark and it seems silly to stroll about when it is.

“A walk in the gardens when it’s dark, sir?” You can’t help voicing your doubt and then you squeak and then giggle as he turns his free hand palm up and you see a gentle glow emanating from it. It’s enough to light the way immediately ahead of you and makes you step more confidently.

“Certainly when it’s dark, little one.” There’s that tiny endearment again and it makes your heart swell a little. “Night blooming lilies are quite beautiful.” He leads you down a few more paths and then when you round the next corner you gasp in wonder because there they are - rows of bright, white lilies glowing in the moonlight. There’s a pond too, with yet more wide open flowers sitting atop the inky black surface as water trickles down a stone feature into the pool.

“I’ve never seen anything so pretty,” you whisper, utterly transfixed by the sight before you.

He lets go of your hand and you stiffen slightly as you feel him stroking his fingertips up your back. “I have,” he says softly. “And I’m standing with her at this very moment.”

You turn and look up at him, no longer feeling shy or like a lesser person. “Thank you.”

The statement seems too small but it’s all you can manage for now and you hope it’s enough. It must be, you think to yourself, because then he’s leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You know and understand in that moment that everything is going to be alright.

END.

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masivechaos · 1 year

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YOU'LL DO GREAT

steven meeks x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: Meeks helps you recite your lines for an upcoming theatre audition.

Warning/content: kiss, fluff, idk anything about theatre, my English & quick proofreading

a.n.: 0.6k words- welton au where there're both girls and boys! reader is playing a female character in the play (queen tiania from Midsummer Night's Dream) but reader themselves is not gendered!!

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It didn’t matter how many times you’d done this, you were always nervous. You were able to play in front of a full theatre but reciting lines in front of your boyfriend was intimidating.

“These are the forgeries of jealousy: and never, since the middle summer’s spring, met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead-” you stopped, forgetting what was next when you met Steven’s eyes.

“What?” you asked with a smile. Meeks was looking at you softly, your text between his hands.

He let out a chuckle “Nothing, go on, Y/n.” His lips were tugged up, amused but you chose to ignore it, you had to learn your lines as quickly as possible.

“Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,” you continued, “by paved fountain or by rushy brook, or in the beached margent of the sea, to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, but with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport.”

You tried your best to put feelings and intonations into it, making Shakespeare’s words real for a second and Meeks was watching you, amazed by the way you let your emotions get you.

But it only took you a glance at the ginger boy to break character, an annoyed smile finding your lips “Steven!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Yes, you did! You keep staring at me!”

Meeks let out a chuckle “Well yeah, why would I look away?”

You groaned before trying to continue your lines “Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have suck’d up from the sea, contagious fogs; which falling in the land have every pelting river made so proud that they have overborne their continents.”

You went on and on, sometimes stuttering or forgetting some words that Meeks would remind you of. When you were done, you let out a long sigh “It was good!” Meeks said enthusiastically but you couldn’t agree.

“No…”

“For a first try, it was!” Meeks was always encouraging and supporting you. No matter what you were doing, he was there cheering you.

You pouted your lips and Meeks could only get off your bed to come by your side “You were good, honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

You let your head rest against his shoulder “I’m scared I’ll fail. This audition is important for me, what if I mess this up?”

“You won’t mess this up. You’ll do great… as always!” he smiled at you before gently kissing your lips “We’ll work on this together and you'll pass this audition.”

You laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling already a little reassured. You settled your head in the crook of neck “Thank you Steven,” you whispered, your hand playing with the hair on his nape.

He hummed contently in the embrace, kissing the crown of your head. You both stayed in each other’s arms as comfortable silence settle in your dorm, the only sound existing being the muffled song of the birds outside.

After a few minutes you decided to go back to learning your lines. With the help of your boyfriend, you were able to recite your lines more and more fluidly, putting more and more emotion into them. When you decided you were done for today, you laid down on your bed, Meeks joining you quickly, his head resting on your chest, you fingers playing with his red curls.

You let yourself relax under the weight of his body, closing your eyes. The stress of your upcoming audition left your mind for an instant. By Meeks’ side you never had to worry.

“Thank you for helping me,” you murmured.

Meeks lifted his head, looking into your eyes dreamily “Your welcome, darling,” he said before pressing your lips against yours “You’ll do great, I know it.”

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x pregnant!female!Mitchell!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: pregnancy, a fight, this is an AU where Goose is still alive 😊

Your brother was in a rivaling relationship with Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, which was exactly why you decided not to tell him you were dating.

If you were honest, you hadn’t imagined you’d fall in love with Iceman, the cocky and restless fighter pilot, it had just been a hookup at first.

But the longer you found yourself in his bed the more drawn to him you became, and he felt the same way about you.

You started dating and you loved being with Tom, he was gentle and sweet to you in private, always making sure you were having a good time.

In contrast to your brother and Ice, you were a much more gentle and timid character, working as a kindergarten teacher near the base they were stationed at.

The men loved your nurturing side and got a lot of comfort from you, which they seemed to need because it was the opposite to their dangerous job.

Tom especially loved to just lay in your arms, feeling your fingers run through his hair and over his skin, as he closed his eyes in bliss.

The fact that your brother didn’t know about your relationship was hard for you, but it was necessary given that you knew he wouldn’t approve.

You cared for his opinion but that wasn’t why you were scared to tell him, it was more like you knew Maverick was capable of doing anything.

You wouldn’t put it past him to send you away or to manage to get Tom deported somewhere else, so you stayed silent.

It worked well for a few months, until morning sickness and cravings indicated that it would be impossible to keep it secret from your brother much longer.

You were a nervous wreck when you found out, but you had Tom and Carole with you, while her husband tried his best to keep Maverick busy enough so he wouldn’t notice right away.

It was crucial to find the perfect timing to tell him and you hadn’t found it yet, even while you were preparing for the pregnancy with the help of your boyfriend and best friend.

Carole already had a kid and she knew about the dos and don’ts, she was the one to bring you prenatal vitamins and everything else you might need.

You were all of the opinion that everything was going well, but Mav had caught on without you knowing so.

“Congrats, man!” He exclaimed as he sat down on Carole and Goose’s porch with his best friend and RIO, a broad grin on his face while Goose looked rather confused.

It took him a few seconds before he could answer, blinking repeatedly as he tried to think of what Mav might have meant.

“Why?” He replied, staring at his pilot with a look that resembled the intelligence of a cow.

“For the kid! Another baby Bradshaw? I saw Carole with the vitamins she used to take with Bradley,” Mav continued, but Goose only looked at him in denial.

“Nah man, she made me have a vasectomy the moment Bradley was born,” he laughed it off, leaving a lingering feeling of unease in Mav because the only woman Carole was close with was you.

It took Mav another five minutes before he stood up without explanation, mounting his bike and leaving Goose by himself, cursing into the silence his best friend had left.

Carole had just come by with the vitamins and you were having a calm and careful discussion about what you would be expecting and what would be expected of you during the pregnancy when the door to your apartment was thrown open, revealing a panting Maverick.

You gave Carole a questioning glance and she shook her head in similar surprise.

“How long?” Maverick asked you, his impressive brows knit together in confusion and what looked like anger.

Your confusion was still all-encompassing so you just stared at your brother, who took a few steps forward, his eyes never leaving you.

“How long have you been pregnant? And who’s the father?” He growled in anger and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice, hurt at not having been told at all.

“Please, Mav, what are you doing here?” You tried to change the subject without having to answer, but your brother was far too resilient.

“I need to know how long you’ve been hiding this from me,” he let out, moving a few steps closer and letting his eyes roam your face.

You were about to open your mouth to answer when you heard footsteps outside, and a voice you were all too familiar with spoke up, which had your blood run cold.

“Baby, I…,” Tom began as he opened the door but he stopped talking the second he saw Mav standing there, his eyes widening in surprise and a tiny bit of fear when your brother slowly turned around.

In contrast to the slowness of the movements when he turned around, the second Mav saw Ice he lunged at him, throwing himself the last few inches and letting his fists pummel his friend and rival’s face countless times.

Tom did all he could in trying to defend himself, while Carole and you just stood in shock.

Your entire body felt as if it was put under ice water, watching your brother and boyfriend fight until Tom was on the ground, Mav’s fist repeatedly drawing blood from your boyfriend’s nose.

It took you a few seconds before you rushed to Tom’s aid, trying to pull your brother off of him, but not having the strength.

Mav was too emotional to realize who was urging him to stop so he just shook you off, throwing his arm back at you and striking your cheek with the back of his hand before you fell to the ground with the force he had used to free himself of your hindering touches.

The second you hit the ground everyone in the room held their breath, not a single person moving as all eyes were on you.

You could feel tears stinging in your eyes and your hand went to your belly to see if you were okay, and Tom reacted first out of the three of them.

He threw off Mav as if he weighed nothing and rushed towards you, his bloody fingers cupping your face and angling it so that you were looking up at him.

You were still in shock but Tom tried to calm you, his voice gentle but slightly trembling as he asked you if you were okay.

He had to repeat it a few times before you answered and Mav used the time to look back and forth between the two of you, watching his wingman with a gentleness he didn’t even know he possessed.

Your hands were shaking as you raised them to your boyfriend’s face, touching the spots that were already starting to darken with a harsh violet color.

“I’m okay, I think,” you breathed out the words more than you whispered them, but Tom used the opportunity to repeat what you had said.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, it’ll be fine,” he whispered time and time again as he moved to hug you, cradling you in his arms and rocking you back and forth slightly.

When Tom realized that there was no reason to worry for you he turned towards Mav, looking at him while he was still holding you.

“I’m sorry. We wanted to tell you but it never seemed like the right time. This wasn’t planned, but I love her more than I even love flying, so please don’t do anything stupid. I need her,” he told his wingman, who simply stared at him.

Mav moved towards you to pull you up from your position on the ground, holding onto your arms before he wrapped you in the tightest hug you had ever shared with him.

You could feel wetness on your cheeks as well as in your hair, indicating that your brother was crying, just like you were.

When you were finished hugging Mav pulled away, still holding onto you as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked even though he knew the answer, making sure you were alright because he needed you to be.

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The Lost Child - Chapter 35 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

Masterlist

The Lost Child Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Epilogue

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“Can you tell me something about her?” Peter asks.

“What?” Stiles shakes out of his thoughts and turns to look at Peter. They have been slowly walking around the perimeter of the fighting waiting for someone to call for them.

“Can you tell me something about Y/N?”

“Like what?”

“Like what was it like growing up with her?”

Stiles thinks for a second, “Other than when our mom died, it was pretty good.”

Peter watches Stiles fiddle with the straps of the bulletproof vest he’s wearing. Stiles told them about their mom dying earlier but he hasn’t thought about it too much. Now thinking about it, not only did Y/N have one mom who died early on in her life, but she also had another mom who gave her to Hydra to be experimented on. He can’t even begin to comprehend how much that has messed with her.

Peter has so many questions that he wants to ask Y/N after all of this is over. He’s not sure if she’ll even be up for them or even want to answer them. The only things he knows about her are things other people have told him. Even then, how much has he not been told? How much will he never know?

They continue to walk in silence until Argent’s voice rings out from their walkie-talkies, “Stiles, we need you!”

“Shit,” Stiles mutters under his breath as they take off toward Chris and the others. Stiles tries to keep up with Peter while also trying not to trip on his own feet. He doesn’t have the speed that Peter has.

By the time they reach Chris, Derek, and other Peter, the Anuk-Ite is already gone. Derek and Chris seem to be okay but the Anuk-ite got Peter.

“What happened?!” Stiles asks out of breath.

“What do you think?” Derek huffs.

“Where did it go?”

“Our eyes were closed. How would we know where it went?” Chris responds, rolling his eyes and pulling a knife out of a fallen hunter.

“Well, we need to trap it soon or else he and the others are going to stay like this forever.”

“What others?” Derek questions.

“Malia and Bucky are also statues.”

Derek curses under his breath.

“Maybe instead of waiting for it to come to us, we should make it come to us,” Chris states.

“How?” Peter asks.

Chris thinks for a second, “It feeds on fear, so let’s give it some fear.”

“Again, how?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to figure somethi–”

Chris gets cut off by the sound of Scott’s voice coming out through the walkie-talkies, “Guys, we need help!”

“What’s going on?” Stiles responds.

“We’re outnumbered and they’ve got a kanima now!”

“What’s a kanima?” Peter asks.

“A lizard that can paralyze you,” Stiles mutters, trying to decide in his head if it’s a good idea to go help them or if he and Peter need to focus on the Anuk-Ite.

“We’ll go help them. You two go after the Anuk-Ite and take it down now. You don’t have much time.” Chris states. He turns to nod at Derek before they run off in the direction Scott is in.

“How?!”

“Figure it out!”

“That’s so helpful! Thanks!” Stiles rolls his eyes before looking back at Peter. “We need a plan.”

Peter throws his hands up in defense, “This is your realm of expertise. I’m just here to help.”

“My realm of expertise requires research and a lot of guessing and hope that we don’t die.”

Stiles and Peter look at each other in annoyance. Time is ticking down and they need to kill the Anuk-Ite as soon as possible. Waiting for people to call for them is taking too long and they keep getting there too late.

“What if we tell everyone to go to one side?” Stiles suggests. “If everyone is in one area, then it only has one place to go.”

“I thought they wanted us attacking on all sides?”

“Yeah, well, people are dying and our current plan isn’t working.” Stiles pulls the walkie-talkie in his hand up to his mouth, “Everyone go to Scott’s side.”

It’s silent for a moment before Kira’s voice comes through, “We’re already here!”

“Why do we need to go to Scott’s side?” Liam’s voice came through after hers.

“Just go to Scott’s side.”

They wait a moment for a reply but no one does.

“Let’s just go and hope they do too,” Peter says, already walking away from Stiles.

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Y/N tries to ignore the throbbing pain of her ankle as it feels like the bear trap keeps getting deeper. Is it possible for it to decapitate her foot from her body? She looks up and sees that Kate is still slowly approaching her but the other hunters and Berserkers have stopped.

“The whole world knows who you are now!” Kate calls out. “You’re all anyone can talk about.”

“Your plan isn’t going to work! People aren’t afraid of the Hulk and they won’t be afraid of me!” Y/N yells back. She hopes she sounded confident saying what she said because she’s not sure she believes it herself. She knows she’s capable of a lot and she is technically a monster, so she couldn’t fault people for being afraid of her.

Kate laughs, “You think I want people to be afraid of you?!”

“Why else would you leak my information?!” Y/N tries to pull the bear trap open but the pain is causing her strength to weaken. She can’t seem to get it off. She knows she could easily take the hunters and Berserkers down without having to move, but she’s not sure she could concentrate enough to do so.

“Not everything is just about you.” Kate stops ten feet away from me. “Is that really the best thing you could come up with?”

“Then why the fuck are you doing this?! For an army that wants to get rid of the supernatural, you seem to have a lot of them on your side!”

“They want you dead,” Kate points back to the hunters behind her, “I, personally, think you’re better off alive.”

“Why?”

“Do you really think I told the world who you are so that I could kill you? Or—what did you say—that people will be afraid of you?”

Y/N’s hands keep slipping from the metal trap and blood continues to pour from her ankle, “Then why did you do it?”

“For the same reason why you let Pepper Potts go—suffering for eternity is so much better than the instant kill.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “That doesn’t explain anything. And I actually have a reason to make her suffer and you’ve got nothing on me.”

“You want to know why I told the press who you are? It’s not to make people afraid of you. If I wanted to do that I would’ve also told them why you smell like wet dogs and have fun playing in the shadows.” Kate walks closer to Y/N before kneeling down a few feet away from her. “You’ve seen how the internet has reacted so far. Just wait until they start to really dig into your life.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you really think the best they can do is find out where you live or who you’re dating? Just wait until they find out about the multiple friends of yours that have died within the last few years or the fact that there seem to be a lot of unsolved murders under your dad’s watch. Better yet, what happens when they start looking into Derek’s past and find out about Paige?

“I’m going to watch as the world tears you and everyone you associate with limb from limb. I’m going to watch as the world plasters your face and your life on every news article, every gossip page, and every social media platform.

“I don’t care if people fear you. I want them to fear the people closest to you. How much longer do you think they’ll stick around once you ruin their lives just by association?”

Y/N scowls at Kate. She doesn’t even know how to respond to Kate because Kate’s right. If people were able to find where Derek lives, they’ll be able to find more. They’ll never be able to link him to Paige’s death, but what about his sister’s? Even though he had nothing to do with it—thanks to Stiles and Scott—he does have an arrest record for it. What other things could they find out about him?

What about her dad? There are indeed a lot of unsolved cases due to the supernatural being involved. There is also a suspicious amount of deaths ruled ‘animal attack.’ Not too long ago there were human sacrifices going on too.

What about the rough patch he hit after her mom’s death? Is it even possible for people to find out about that? What if this situation drives him into another rough patch?

Would being associated with her affect her friend’s futures? If she gets exposed—which exposes them too—will that affect their college chances? Stiles is interested in working for the FBI; will this affect his chance to work with them?

It doesn’t matter what she tells people or what she does, people will make their own judgments about her no matter what. If the extent of the Hydra experiments gets out, she will be branded a murderer. It won’t matter her age at the time or that she was forced to do them, they’ll see her as a monster. Bucky has been out of Hydra’s grasp for over a decade and people still look at him with fear as if he’ll become the Winter Soldier again if something slightly upsets him. While not everyone treats him like that, there is a loud, large majority that does.

“If that’s all you wanted to do, then why gather an army to kill us?” Y/N asks.

“I don’t want to kill all of you. That would make my whole plan irrelevant.” Kate replies. “I just want to kill one of you.”

“Why do you have to be so fucking vague?”

“When do people get obsessed with digging into people’s lives? When drama happens. What’s a bigger drama than you running off with the Avengers after daddy sheriff will no longer speak to you after his son was mysteriously killed by a wild animal?” Kate stands up from her kneeling position. “Do you think people will blame you or one of the other wolves you run around with? Do you think Scott will forgive you after you dragged him and his best friend into your world? What about the others?”

Y/N eyes start to glow bright blue and her fangs drop down in anger. She smirks as Kate takes a slight step back, but she doesn’t see what Kate sees. She doesn’t see that her eyes flicker from blue to black before going back to blue.

“What makes you think that I’m going to let you do that?” Y/N asks.

“I think that you find yourself to be a bit too busy to save him,” Kate smirks, running and jumping down into the tunnels through the hatch Y/N just climbed out of—narrowly missing Y/N’s claws that swipe at her.

As Y/N yells at Kate, the hunters and Berserkers start running toward her. She starts to pull at the bear trap in anger, trying to rip it apart. As her eyes go solid black, she rips the trap apart and off of her ankle. Screaming in pain and anger, complete and utter darkness engulfs her, the hunters, the Berserkers, and their surroundings as darkness comes off of Y/N in a wave of immense power.

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“Where the hell did it go?!” Natasha yells out.

“I don’t know!” Kira yells back.

Steve and Isaac are propped up against a tree waiting for the kanima venom to wear off as Nat and Kira circle around them in protection. The kanima keeps coming back to them but they’ve been able to hold it off so far.

“Are you sure we can’t kill it?!”

“Scott says not to because it’s not like the hunters! It doesn’t want to hurt us! It’s only doing what it’s master says and we don’t know if, whoever it is, is doing this willingly or not!”

“How does he know that?!”

“Personal experience!” Isaac yells out.

“I think I’m starting to get feeling back in my hands. I can feel my fingers moving.” Steve says. He hates that it only took a little scratch on his neck to knock him down and prevent him from being a part of the fight.

Isaac glances down at Steve’s hands, “As someone who can see your hands—they aren’t moving.”

“Well, yours aren’t moving either!”

Nat and Kira quickly turn toward the right side of the trees as they hear footsteps quickly approaching them. They tighten their grips on their weapons as the footsteps get closer.

“Derek?” Kira lowers her sword as Derek and Chris step out of the tree line.

“Scott said that he needed help,” Derek says. “What’s going on?”

“They’ve got a kanima and some really big Berserkers,” Isaac says from behind Kira.

“Isaac?”

“Hey, Derek. Hey, Mr. Argent. I’d greet you properly but I can’t move.”

“What are you doing here?” Chris asks.

“Scott told us everything.”

“Us?” Derek questions.

“Braeden’s here too,” Kira says.

“Great,” Derek mumbles under his breath. He hasn’t spoken to Braeden much since he and Y/N got together unless it had to do with supernatural business. There’s no big reason why they don’t talk, but there is a bit of an awkward tension between the three of them.

“The others are closer to the house. We’re keeping these two safe until they can move again while the others are fighting whatever else.” Natasha states, pretending not to notice Derek sigh after hearing what Kira said. She makes a mental note to ask Y/N about it later when all of this is over and hopefully they’ve gotten closer.

“Chris, you stay with them and I’ll go help Scott.”

“No!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Stiles and Peter running toward them. “We need everyone to be in the same spot. It’s the only way we’ll be able to kill the Anuk-Ite before the others die.”

“What do you mean ‘before the others die?’” Natasha questions.

“Malia and creepy Peter are currently almost statues for the rest of their lives.”

“So is Uncle Bucky,” Peter adds.

“What?!” Steve yells, trying to will his legs to move to go question Peter but nothing happens. His mind is racing. Bucky better not die on him again. He promised not to do that to Steve again.

“Hey! I can feel my hands again!” Isaac calls out. Steve glares at Isaac as Isaac’s fingers start to slowly move. Steve’s eyes quickly widen in horror as Isaac flicks out his claws before digging them into his leg.

“What are you doing?!”

“Triggering the healing process,” Isaac grunts out, digging his claws in deeper.

“Like I was saying,” Stiles says, pulling the attention back to him, “we need everyone to be together. It’s too hard to catch the Anuk-Ite when we’re all spread out. It’s gone by the time we reach the area it’s supposed to be in. If we’re all in one spot, then it only has one place to attack us.”

“We’ll move toward Scott and the others,” Derek states.

“Someone will need to carry those two,” Kira says, pointing to Isaac and Steve behind her.

“No one needs to carry me!” Isaac yells, slowly standing up from the ground. “I’m okay!”

“If you scratch me, will I turn into a werewolf?” Steve asks, looking up at Isaac.

“No, I’m not an alpha. Even then it’s pretty rare.”

“Then scratch me to speed this up. I don’t like not being able to do anything.”

“I’m not sure if it works the same for humans.”

“I’m a bit more than human. Just do it.”

Isaac sighs in annoyance and flicks out his claws—bending down next to Steve’s legs, “I’ll try not to hit anything important.” Steve watches as Isaac digs his claws into him—the claws easily pierce through his suit and into his thigh.

“One of us will still have to carry him until he can carry himself,” Chris states.

“I’ve got him,” Isaac grunts, pulling Steve up and putting him on his back in a fireman’s carry. “Let’s go.”

Kira leads as the group starts to walk toward Scott and the others. Derek tries to focus on his surroundings so he can be ready if anything tries to attack them but his mind is on Y/N. Is she okay? Is she hurt? Has she found Kate or is she still looking for her?

As they get closer to the house, the sounds of fighting become more clear. Emerging from the trees, they can see Scott and Liam fighting a large Berserker together. Next to them, Sam and Tony are fighting off the other three while Braeden is standing protectively in front of Wanda—who is propped up against the house and appears paralyzed.

“Kira, go help Scott and Liam. Isaac, go to Braeden. I’ll go help the other two. The rest of you take down the kanima and anything else that shows up.” Derek orders, charging toward the Berserker that just swiped at Sam while Stiles and Peter move toward the house.

Isaac runs over to Braeden and not-so-gently sets down Steve next to Wanda. Steve winces in pain as the feeling starts to come back to his legs.

“What happened to you?” Steve asks Wanda.

“The stupid lizard got me when my back was turned.” Wanda practically growls out in anger.

“Good to see you back on your feet,” Braeden says to Isaac, quickly glancing over at him before continuing to watch for the kanima.

“What’s going on?” Isaac asks.

“Any hunters that were still left have now run away. It’s just them now and the lizard.”

“Have you seen Y/N again?”

“I haven’t seen her since she ran off.” Braeden looks behind her at Steve regaining movement of his limbs and Wanda eyeing Steve in jealousy. “Do you know who these people are?”

“Not a clue. Scott told me who they were but I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Aim for their masks!” Derek yells out, narrowly missing the bone claw that swiped at his face.

Tony aims his hand at the mask of the Berserker running his way. The mask is obliterated as soon as the powerful ray from his suit hits it. They watch as the Berserker quickly turns to dust.

“Why weren’t we told that earlier?!” Sam yells out.

Derek ignores him as he knocks down the Berserker next to him. His fist slams down onto the mask before the Berserker moves to get up. The mask slightly cracks before shattering when he brings his fist down again. The Berserker now lies on the floor of the woods dead.

Derek looks up from the dead Berserker and watches as Scott jumps on the back of the Berserker he’s fighting and rips the mask off it. To his left, Tony blasts the mask off the last standing Berserker.

“Thank god they're dead. I’m not sure I could’ve lasted much longer.” Liam huffs out, gripping his side in pain.

“Where’s the kanima?” Scott asks.

“Where’s Y/N?” Derek asks, looking around at everyone for answers.

“She went looking for Kate a while ago,” Isaac says.

“I’m goin–”

“Watch out!” Scott yells, tackling Derek to the ground as the kanima jumps out from the trees behind him.

The kanima lands on it’s feet before turning toward Tony. It takes two large strides toward him before jumping in the air, claws ready to swipe at him. Before it reaches him, it is shot down by Chris, falling to the ground unconscious.

“I thought we weren’t going to kill it?!” Kira yells out. She could’ve killed it a long time ago but Scott told her not to.

“I didn’t,” Chris says, walking over to the kanima. “I shot it with some darts full of ketamine. It should be out for a while but we should put some mountain ash around it just in case. We should also move it out of the way.”

“I’ve got it,” Isaac grumbles after nobody else moves. He drags the kanima out of the way and Chris follows him while digging through his bag looking for the extra mountain ash he brought.

The hair on the back of Derek’s neck feels like it’s standing up as he pushes Scott off of him and rises from the ground, “Can you feel that?”

“Stiles, get ready,” Scott says. “Everyone close your eyes.”

Everyone closes their eyes as the uneasy feeling starts to wash over them. Stiles can hear someone murmuring close to him. He can’t tell if it’s something the Anuk-Ite is doing to him or if someone else is talking to it. He tries to hone his hearing in to locate the Anuk-Ite but he’s not like the werewolves and superhumans next to him.

Stiles takes a deep breath—trying to think of what to do. That’s when he feels some kind of magical pull. It feels like it’s pulling him toward the Anuk-Ite. He can sense the Anuk-Ite getting closer to him but he doesn’t understand why nothing else is happening. Where’s the vision trying to get him to open his eyes or anything?

Stiles can feel his heart beating faster as he senses the Anuk-ite standing in front of him. Trying to think quickly, he pours a bit of the mountain ash into his hand before blowing it into the Anuk-Ite’s face. Stepping back as the Anuk-Ite struggles in the cloud of ash, Stiles opens his eyes and throws the rest of the mountain ash in a circle around it.

He watches as the Anuk-Ite’s powers turn on itself and turns itself into stone before disintegrating into ash.

“It’s gone!” Stiles yells out.

Scott is the first person to open his eyes, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Its powers didn’t seem to work on me and I could just sense it in front of me so I threw the mountain ash around it and now it’s gone.”

“What do you mean it’s powers didn’t work on you?” Everyone else slowly opens their eyes to look at the interaction between Scott and Stiles.

“It’s supposed to mess with your mind but nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened to me either,” Wanda speaks up, standing up from her spot on the ground now that the kanima venom has worn off. “I could hear Steve speaking to something but I didn’t get anything. I think my magic blocked it.”

“I could hear Bucky speaking to me…Bucky!” Steve’s eyes widen before he runs off in the direction Bucky’s supposed to be.

“I don’t have magic though. I don’t understand why nothing happened?” Stiles can’t seem to wrap his head around the situation.

“Maybe you do and you just don’t know it,” Scott says.

Stiles goes to say something before Derek cuts him off, “You can figure it out later. We need to find Y/N.”

“She’s a bit tied up at the moment!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Kate as she emerges from the house—claws wrapping around Stiles’ throat.

Stiles struggles against Kate’s grip but it only seems to tighten, “You little bitch!”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.” Kates tuts.

“You’re outnumbered, Kate. We both know it so let Stiles go.” Scott says, trying to subtly move closer to them.

Kate laughs a little to herself, “It’s been years and you have yet to catch me. I think I’ll take my chances.” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Chris trying to move into a position to get a shot at her. She pulls Stiles closer to her body so that if someone tries to hurt her they hurt him too.

“It’s over, Kate. Any hunters left standing are now gone. They left you.” Derek says, his glowing bright red eyes never leaving her hand around Stiles’ throat.

“Derek, you nev–” she cuts herself off as a cloud of darkness engulfs them.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters. He tries to turn on some lights on his suit to see but they don’t make a difference.

Stiles screams, falling to the ground, as Kate’s grip on his neck is released and something pushes him forward—if anyone asks him later, he will deny that the scream came from him.

“Stiles?!” Scott yells out. He wants to go to him but he doesn’t know where he is. He tries to use his werewolf senses but it’s as if they’ve been dulled. He can’t sense anything.

Almost as quickly as the darkness came, it quickly disappears. As their surroundings become apparent, they notice Stiles standing up from the ground while staring at something in shock in the house that they can’t seem to see.

“What just happened?” Peter asks.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N steps out of the house with a slight limp, her body covered in blood. “I kinda lost control there and I didn’t know how to control it. I didn’t even know I could do it.”

Derek sighs in relief and runs toward Y/N, scooping her up in his arms and pulling her into a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“My ankle has seen better days but I’ll live,” she murmurs, burying her face into his neck and hugging him just as tight.

“What happened?” Scott asks.

“I got caught in a bear trap and Kate ran off while her little followers tried to kill me so I killed them first.” She pulls away from Derek and raises her hand as she cuts off Scott from trying to say something. “I know. Killing people is bad, but I only killed the ones that I had to, and that just happened to be all of them.”

“So what you’re saying is you robbed me of seeing Thor fight because ‘we don’t want to kill people we don’t have to’ but you went ahead and did it anyways?!” Stiles yells. He doesn’t actually care that Thor stayed behind or that she killed anyone—he’s just in a bit of shock and he doesn’t know how to react to everything. He still doesn’t know how to react to what happened with the Anuk-Ite.

“What happened to Kate?” Isaac asks, moving out from his position in the woods.

Y/N steps into the house and grabs a chain that’s lying on the floor. Yanking harshly on the chain, Kate comes flying out of the house, chains wrapped around her, and lands in front of Stiles. She’s cursing Y/N out but everyone ignores her.

“Where did the chains come from?” Natasha asks.

“I made them,” Y/N smiles proudly.

“What are we going to do with her?” Kira questions.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Tony says, glaring down at Kate.

“We aren’t going to do anything,” Y/N says, pulling a matchbox out of her pocket and holding it out to Derek, “You are.”

Derek looks at her confused before Chris moves closer to her with a bottle of lighter fluid in his hand, “I told you you didn’t want to know what I got in my bag.”

Y/N grabs the lighter fluid from Chris and pours it on Kate. Kate’s eyes squeeze shut and she sputters as some of it gets in her mouth. Stiles steps back before any of it can get on him—he’s not trying to burn to death too.

“Ready?” Y/N looks at Derek who’s looking at her with so much love in his eyes.

“Always,” Derek says, grabbing the matchbox from Y/N’s hand.

“Make sure the fire stays contained to her and doesn’t set the rest of the woods on fire,” Y/N says, looking around at the Avengers and hoping one of them has the powers to do that.

Derek pulls out a match from the box and lights it on fire. He takes a deep breath, staring at the small flame, and throws the match onto Kate’s body. She screams out in pain as her body starts to burn. They watch as she continues to scream agony before her screams come to an end but her body continues to burn.

As they watch the last of her burn, Steve, Bucky, Peter Hale, and Malia run out of the woods with looks of confusion and fear on their faces.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, his eyes landing on the fire burning.

“It’s over,” Y/N nods her head at Wanda who extinguishes the fire with her magic, “let’s go home.” She grabs Derek’s hand and starts to walk away from Kate and what’s left of the hunter’s safehouse.

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“How are you feeling?” Tony asks Y/N.

It’s been a week since the fight against Kate, the hunters, and the others. It was a big night for the FBI and sheriff’s offices who arrested all of the hunters that were still alive. Tony made sure to clear all of the dead hunters before the police arrived, even though Sheriff Stilinski and Scott’s dad wouldn’t have questioned it.

Rumors and conspiracies are still circulating online about Y/N, her family, and friends. While Lydia has been keeping up to date with everything, Y/N completely turned off her phone and refused to turn it back on until she figured everything out.

After the big fight, Y/N and Derek went back to their place to relax and take a few days for themselves. The Avengers went back to their lakehouse and have been waiting to hear from Y/N. They understood why she needed time to herself and why she turned her phone off but Tony’s eyes never left his phone hoping she’d reach out. When she finally texted and asked to meet at the lakehouse, he nearly fell running down the stairs to tell everyone.

“I’m fine,” Y/N gives him a small smile. She doesn’t want to go into all of her current feelings or else they’d be here for a few days. She’s currently sitting on a sofa in the middle of the Avenger’s lakehouse with Derek to her right and the Avengers spread out around them.

“Whatever you want to do, we understand.” Wanda blurts out. “This has been really confusing us but it’s definitely been more confusing for you.” Wanda sat everyone down the night before and gave them a stern talking to about how they can’t control Y/N and they can’t force her to do anything that she doesn’t want to.

“This has been a little more than just confusing, but I’ve done some thinking and I know what I want to do,” Y/N says as Derek places a hand on her thigh in comfort. “I do want a relationship with you.”

“Really?” Peter asks, smiling like he just won a big prize.

“Yes, but I’m not abandoning Beacon Hills and I’m not abandoning my family here.”

“That sounds pretty reasonable,” Bruce says.

“I also just need you to be patient with me. This is a lot and I can’t promise that there won’t be days where I lock myself away and have to get away from everything. I also can’t promise that within a week we’re all going to be super close or anything. We’re all strangers to each other. Yes, you knew me when I was really little and I get glimpses of memories, or sometimes things feel familiar, but we are all completely different people now.”

“We understand,” Steve gives her a small smile of reassurance.

“Thank you. Also, one more thing,” Y/N looks directly at Bucky, “Derek means everything to me, and his place in my life is not allowed to be questioned or anything.”

Bucky huffs in slight annoyance, “I won’t say anything…anymore.”

Y/N smiles in relief, “Great. Now we just have to do the hard part.”

“What’s that?” Tony questions.

“Making a public statement.”

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Dozens of journalists and photographers are waiting patiently for the Avengers press conference to start. They already know what it’s about since it’s being held in front of the sheriff’s station in Beacon Hills.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Derek asks. He and Y/N are currently sitting in her dad’s office with Tony, Peter, Stiles, and the sheriff himself.

“Yeah, I just want to get this over with before Lydia tells me about another conspiracy about how I’m lying for money because my boyfriend’s money has started to run dry due to my ‘spending issue.’” Y/N rolls her eyes. Those aren’t even the worst of it but Lydia refuses to tell her about those.

“And you’re sure you don’t want me up there with you?” Tony questions.

“If you’re up there with me, it will look like I’m choosing the Avengers over my family here.”

Tony tries not to flinch at her calling them the Avengers and not her family too. It will take some getting used to but he doesn’t want to run her off by forcing her to talk about them exactly like the family she grew up with.

“But you want us to go up with you?” Stiles points between himself and Peter.

“You’re both around my age. It shows that you’ve confirmed my identity with at least one Avenger up there, but it also shows that I’m not abandoning my Beacon Hills family with you up there. People are also less likely to say things about you two than Tony and Dad.”

Lydia opens the office door before Stiles can reply, “Y/N, they’re ready.”

Y/N huffs, standing up and looking at both Stiles and Peter, “Let’s get this over with so I can home and take a nap.”

“A nap?” Peter questions.

“Well I plan on doing something else too but I’m sparing the others in the room from hearing about it.” She glances over at Tony and the sheriff.

“That’s already more than I want to hear,” Tony says, frowning while looking between Y/N and Derek. They promised not to say anything about their relationship and Derek has proven to be a good boyfriend to her, but he doesn’t want to hear about what they do.

Y/N places a quick kiss on Derek’s lips before walking out of the room with Stiles and Peter trailing behind her. She walks out of the sheriff’s station and walks onto the little stage they have set up. The crowd turns silent as she steps up to the podium as Stiles and Peter stand silently behind her.

Y/N clears her throat and looks out at the crowd of people and cameras, “Hi. There’s been a lot of speculation and rumors about who I am so I’m here to clear a few things up. My name is Y/N Stilinski, but you may also know me by my other name, Y/N Stark.”

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Hello! I figured I would write this here instead of on the epilogue. Thank you all so much for supporting my work and for all the kind messages you've sent me! Even if you haven't commented or liked any of my posts, thank you reading my work! I started writing this as a way to get back into writing. My dream has always been to write a book but my parents preferred me in sports than me doing my artistic ventures. Over a year ago, I decided to back into writing but I felt like I needed some feedback that wasn't my own so I started posting this. It's definitely far from perfect but I did enjoy writing it and I'm glad that so many people enjoyed reading it! My writing has a long way to go but thank you for being on this journey with me! Like my note at the top says, the epilogue will be posted tomorrow. I was also thinking of writing a bonus chapter with some smut if anyone would be interested in that! I hope y'all are doing well and I appreciate every single one of you!

xoxo mrs.struggle

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rhoorl · 5 months

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Just a sappy year-end post you can continue scrolling lol…

I’ve written and rewritten this so many times over the past week. The words were failing me on how to sum up this year, so instead here’s a long-winded stream of consciousness:

There are so many things that now have a new meaning for me thanks to the last nine months.

Sequins. Donuts. Ties. Mirrors. Belt buckles. Snakes. Holsters. Back Alleys. Bakeries. Pickles. Landscaping. Gray sweatpants. Honestly, the list goes on.

At the start of 2023, I was soooo excited to watch The Last of Us. I was a fan of Pedro and Mr. Rhoorl was a huge fan of the game so it was like a win-win and something for us to watch together. Little did I know how much that show and Pedro’s subsequent SNL appearance would change the rest of my year.

I still laugh when I think about how long I spent lurking on the Pedro subreddit before I said anything. But little by little, my upvotes turned into me leaving comments and those comments led to me finding some pretty awesome people. Especially those who encouraged me when I threw out a random comment about how I was thinking of writing a fic of my own after consuming so many stories and feeling inspired (I read my first fanfic in March of this year!).

I remember going to the movies one day in the summer. I arrived early (taking solace in having some peace and quiet) and as I sat waiting for the trailers to start, I typed up the skeleton of the Working Title plot on my phone. Fast forward to impulsively creating a Tumblr account and feeling like the eldest millennial ever hoping I wouldn’t get laughed out of the room as I tried navigating this site and interacting with people and their posts.

Then a few weeks later, I was reading one of my favorite series (The Layover) and got this idea about an AU where the Triple Frontier boys start a landscaping business. I was so scared to message Megan about it, hoping she wouldn’t think I was completely nuts (well, maybe she does). I’m so happy I took that deep breath and hit send on that message. It was an uncharacteristic move for me, normally I’d just think ha that’s a funny idea and keep it to myself. But so much of the summer was pushing myself out of my comfort zone so I thought, why not?

Speaking of taking a deep breath and hitting send…who knew that the idea of hosting an online watch party would bring so many amazing people into my life? It all feels like a fever dream sometimes with how it all came together and I’m not sure how everything fell into place but grateful doesn’t even begin to express how it makes me feel.

I’ll spare you the story since this is getting long, but this year had many highs and many lows. And what really helped me a lot during these lows was a lot of you reading this. Thank you for the encouragement, the laughs, and the shoulders to cry on during those low days, along with the silly graphics and gifs that made me smile (or gave me thots). I’m a pretty reserved and closed-off person away from here, but this year I decided to get out of my comfort zone a bit and just … try.

I know I'll probably never meet Pedro (except in my dreams), but damn if I did ever meet him I would love to say thank you. Thank you for putting so much heart and soul into your performances. Thank you for inspiring creativity in me that I didn't think was there anymore and for inspiring others to bear their souls out onto the internet by way of amazing, heartfelt, and thot-tastic stories. Thank you for giving me a reason to meet people from literally all over the world. This place feels like a playground sometimes with friendships striking up in the simplest ways, like “Hey you like Pedro/this character/this very specific photoshoot/this gif? Cool, me too let’s be friends.” I am so thankful to have made some true connections and friends here that I otherwise would not have met.

(And finally, because I'm me, I’d thank Pedro for being so broad and having amazing hair…ok I wouldn’t actually say that because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to form a sentence but dammit I would be thinking it that’s for sure!)

So to sum up, this year has been one of growth, of taking deep breaths, of silencing the little voice in my head, and hitting send, or post, or reblog. It doesn’t always work, but when it does, it’s magic.

If you made it this far, thank you. I’ve gone through a few tissues writing this so I’m going to wrap things up. I don’t really have a profound way to end this rambling other than to say I’m here if you ever want to pop by and say hello or yell about the latest Pedro photo. I know there’s a lot of discourse on here from time to time about various pockets/groups but I feel pretty lucky to have landed in a corner of this site that is supportive and full of love. There’s plenty of room around the table for us all and I wholeheartedly believe in community over competition. I can’t wait to see what 2024 brings.

xoxo Jess

P.S. At what point do we test the Emergency Alert System ahead of Gladiator 2? I’m going to need a wellness check.

Pedro tax for your troubles:

#tw: long post #tw: personal #year in review

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mints-leaf · 1 year

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A Bookstore Meet Cute Pt. 1

I've been having the same recurring daydream about Abby lately but since my memory is awful and I keep forgetting parts, I've decided to start writing it down and I figured I would share some of it. I think this will be structured like a mini-series and be broken up into a few parts.

Summary and a bit of character background: This takes place in a bookstore where the reader works. The owner of the bookstore, Jen, is your aunt and she is married to your other aunt, Cathy, who works at the same hospital as Jerry. The two of them moved from your home state to Seattle when you were just a kid and quickly became close with Jerry and Abby. When you decided to move to Seattle for college your aunts really wanted to introduce you to Abby but, being introverted, you always made excuses to avoid meeting her until today.

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (modern au)

Word count: 2,043

Warnings: reader is a bit awkward, some cursing, some grammatical errors

part 2 ⚢ part 3

A/N: When I originally wrote this, I wrote with myself in mind, but I have since gone through to try to take out any physical descriptors about the reader. I’m sure I missed some lines or phrases so if you see a mistake, please let me know so I can fix it! Hope you enjoy!!

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While on a jog one Saturday morning Abby decided to go a different route than normal. She decided to jog through town on a path that would take her right past Jen’s bookstore. She came up to a red light and stopped to stretch while she waited for her turn to cross the street. As she stretched, she looked in the windows of Jen’s bookstore and that’s when she saw the most beautiful girl behind the counter. There you were chatting with a customer while you rang them up and Abby couldn’t take her eyes off you. She had seen beautiful women before but something about you pulled her in, it felt like she was in a trance.

She snapped out of it when the people around her started crossing the street and her body seemed to propel her forward. As she passed the bookstore, she had the fleeting thought to go in and try to talk to you but then she figured that meeting someone while you’re a sweaty mess might not be the best first impression. She continued her run and decided that she would stop by the store the next day and try to strike up a conversation with you.

Normally Abby doesn’t get nervous, she’s a very confident person, but as she came up to the bookstore the next day, her stomach was in knots. All at once, she had all these worries and doubts in her head.

What if you weren’t there?

What if you were already in a relationship?

What if you were straight?

She pushed through the worries and entered the store only to be greeted by Jen. Abby returned the greeting and tried to play it cool, she didn’t want to be too obvious that she was looking for you. Jen asked if there was anything Abby was looking for and after she told her that she was just browsing she took off to walk through the store in hopes of finding you.

For you, this Sunday morning had been like most of your mornings lately. You went to the bookstore to open with Jen and decided to spend the morning organizing the displays and taking stock. Earlier in the week the store had gotten a shipment of some best-selling books but for some reason one of the other employees had brought them upstairs. After your aunt told you this, you went to the 2nd floor to collect the books and bring them back to the main floor where they should have been placed.

You hadn’t realized how many books there would be, but determined to make it all in one trip you stacked the books to make a tower and attempted to walk with them. The tower blocked your line of sight, but since the store had just opened and there weren’t many customers so far, you figured it would be fine to walk down the stairs with all the books.

Things were going great until you got to the doorway for the stairwell. Suddenly, you collided with a solid mass and ended up flat on your ass with the books scattered around you. You were sure that you had just accidentally run into the wall when you looked up and saw a person standing in the doorway. You had to admit that the woman in front of you was gorgeous, but you also started to panic considering you had just smashed into a customer.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think anyone would be coming up here. This is completely my fault, are you okay?”

It took Abby a few seconds to realize what had just happened. The girl that she was hoping to see had just smashed into her and was now on the floor, but you were asking if she was okay? Abby reassured you that she was okay and asked you the same while stooping down to help pick up the books. As you and Abby picked up the fallen books you continued to apologize.

“Thank you for helping me get those. You can just put those on this table, and I’ll come back to get them after I bring these down,” you said as you motioned your head to a half-empty display table behind you.

“Or I can help you carry them down, I don’t mind,” Abby added when she thought that you would oppose.

After a few seconds of thinking it over you relented, “Okay, that would be great. I was just taking them down to the first floor.”

Abby stepped out of the way so that you could make your way down the stairs with her following behind. You two made your way over to the counter and set down the piles of books.

“Thank you for your help, and sorry again for running into you.” You said as you made your way behind the counter.

“Don’t worry about it.” Abby insisted.

Standing there, you were finally able to get a good look at her and you had to say that your initial impression of her was right. She was ridiculously pretty with tons of freckles, beautiful grey eyes, and her hair pulled back in a braid with some pieces framing her face. She cleared her throat, and you realized that you had been staring at her for a bit too long. You felt your face begin to heat but before you could make up an excuse and run away, Aunt Jen popped up.

“Oh, there you are... and you met Abby! Finally, we’ve been trying to get you two to meet for ages!” she said as she excitedly clapped her hands together.

That name was familiar, and you realized all at once that this was the famous Abby that your aunts wanted you to meet when you first moved to Seattle. The Abby that they were convinced would be your new bestie if they could just get you two in a room together. They had conveniently forgotten to tell you how beautiful she is.

It seemed at that moment Abby also put two and two together because she turned back to you and asked, “Wait, are you y/n?” Jen and Cathy had mentioned that their niece would sometimes help with the bookstore, but your paths never seemed to cross when she had stopped by before (she would have remembered if had she seen you).

“Yeah, and you’re Abby?” You questioned back, trying to process this all. The cute girl that you had just been ogling was someone that your aunts practically considered as another niece. (Did this mean she was like your honorary cousin? You shuddered just thinking about it.)

Aunt Jen, not realizing what she had just stumbled upon (or maybe completely realizing) continued to talk, “Yes, y/n this is Abby, Abby this is y/n. Cathy and I have wanted to introduce you two to each other for the longest time.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you Abby,” you finally piped up.

“Yeah, you too, I’ve heard great things.” She replied.

“So, Abby did you find a good book? You know if you need help y/n is great at helping people find books. You just tell her what you like, and she’ll give you recommendations.” Jen said as she stepped behind the counter with you and squeezed your shoulders.

With that Abby turned to you and asked, “Would you be able to help me find something?” She was willing to find any reason to continue to be around you.

“Of course,” you said as you stepped away from the counter and started to walk with Abby back upstairs while Jen manned the register. “What kind of books do you normally gravitate towards?”

After Abby answered a few more questions you were able to find out that she normally reads classic lit and fiction and was interested in getting into fantasy and sci-fi. Using this information, and pairing it with your own curiosity, you decided to recommend some sapphic fantasy and sci-fi books.

You two walked over to the fantasy section, and you looked for the books that you thought she would like. “This is one of my favorites,” you said while holding up ‘This is How You Lose the Time War.’ “It’s a pretty short read, only a little over 200 pages, but it’s fantastic!” Next, you grabbed ‘The Priory of the Orange Tree.’ “Now I realize that this book looks intimidating,” you chuckled as you watched Abby’s eyes slightly widen at the nearly 850-page book, “but trust me, it’s worth it. There’s tons of action and you really get immersed into the characters and their lives.” You grabbed the last book off the shelf and held it up. “‘That Self-Same Metal’ is a great book too, it’s YA and includes some Fae lore as well if you think you would be into that.”

You conveniently forgot to mention that all these books have sapphic characters/ relationships, but you were hopeful that if she read any of these, you could gauge her reaction when you saw her again.

Abby decided to start with ‘This is How You Lose the Time War’ and you walked her up to the front to check her out.

“I hope you like it, maybe if we run into each other again you can tell me your thoughts,” you said with a small smile that Abby reciprocated.

“Definitely, but hopefully next time you won’t be carrying a stack of books,” Abby responded with a teasing smirk that had you fighting to keep your smile from stretching too big.

You handed her the receipt and wished her a great day. You watched as she left the store and as she walked past the display window, she turned and gave you a little wave. You were so distracted with returning her wave that you didn’t hear Jen walk up beside you.

“So, what do you think of Abby?” Jen asked as you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“She seems nice,” you replied trying to be cool about it.

“Hmm, nice…” Jen responded as she scanned you from head to toe, sizing you up.

Wanting to avoid the impeding interrogation you told Jen that you were going to set up a display and made your escape. For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about Abby and wondering when you would see her again.

Later that week, Abby had come back to the bookstore after she had finished the book you recommended to her. She loved it and wanted to tell you her thoughts, but as she walked through the store you were nowhere to be found. She bumped into Jen who told her that you were out that day, but you would be back on Saturday. Abby was disappointed that she wouldn't get to see you, but she made sure to come back on Saturday morning and just like Jen said, there you were. You greeted Abby with a soft smile that made her feel a little fuzzy and asked her to give an honest rating of the book.

You two ended up talking about the book in depth. Abby spent about 2 hours following you around as you worked and you two shared your thoughts (she also seemed to enjoy the romance subplot which you decided to take as a good sign). Before Abby left the store that morning she bought ‘That Self-Same Metal’ and promised to be back next week to share her thoughts.

This started a bit of a tradition between you two. Abby would buy and read the books that you recommended and then the next week you would have elaborate discussions about what she had just read.

By the 4th book debrief, as you liked to call them, you asked Abby for some of her own recommendations. Almost immediately after Abby had told you some of her favorites, she got nervous that you wouldn’t like them but of course you did and that made her ecstatic (she could go on about her favorite books for days). It soon became both of your favorite parts of the week, and you would happily ignore your aunt’s teasing every Saturday morning if it meant that you got to see Abby.

#abby anderson #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson hcs

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acerathia · 5 months

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somebody's watching me || Chapter 5: Bleed

Summary:

Meeting him was your fate, your salvation, and you shall do everything to keep things this way.

Wordcount: 5.4k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Getou Suguru / Reader

Tags/CW:

no-curse au, Getou is still a cult-leader, cults, Getou's fake personality, dark content, Major Character Death, Paranoia, schizoid form of anxiety disorder, isolation, overthinking (in connection to the anxiety), some form of descent into madness, violence, stream of consciousness to show the mental state of reader, everything has meaning (dreams, colors, symbols etc.), warped look on reality, dissociation, blind trust, indoctrination, manipulation, mind-altering practices, polarisation of people/society, peer pressure, denial of reality, emotional abuse, body horror, drugs (implied), hallucinations,

Note:

Please be cautious reading this work, as it contains heavy themes, which might affect some people. Minors do not interact!! ignore any editing mistakes, i am tired. have fun, maybe? lol

The next weekend, you stood at the stop, waiting for the bus. You had signed up when you had managed to convince your family. While you didn't really remember how you had managed it, it had worked. The means to a goal shouldn't matter.

The headphones in your ears drowned out the sounds around you. There should be a bus coming soon to pick up the whole group, but you seemed to be a little early. This happened to you often, because you preferred to be at the place before the appointed time than too late. You didn't like having to worry about the time. Even though the empty lot still made you nervous. Were you in the wrong place? Had you gotten the time wrong and were actually late? Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as you kept glancing right and left. But as some people slowly gathered close by, you were able to breathe a little easier. You still weren’t sure if these people were part of the group, but their equipment seemed to match the ones on the list. Even though you knew you were in the right place, you continued to look around. You only knew the leader, as he had invited you himself, and you kept an eye out for him. He did not seem to have arrived yet. Before he had the opportunity to even arrive, the bus pulled up to the stop. At first, you hesitated to get on. You had not heard any instructions, so you did not know if it would be right to do so. Only the fact that you were standing alone on the street convinced you to enter the bus.

Inside, most of the seats were already occupied. That probably meant that most of the members were already there. You wondered if there was still an empty seat by the window. Your eyes darted back and forth between the backmost and the frontmost seats. But when you spotted the man at the front, you decided to sit there. You even found a seat next to the window. Now you understood why everyone had just gotten on when the bus came. They were probably used to this situation, since the leader probably already was in the bus on these occasions.

You didn't want to disturb the only person you knew, so you didn't dare greet him. Besides, you didn't expect anyone to sit next to you anyway, after all, no one knew you. You had often dealt with similar situations. Still, that didn't mean it hurt any less. You probably would never be able to get rid of this pain completely. You had to admit, you never really understood why people didn't like you very much. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with the outside world. You could tell what people thought of you by simple looks, their facial features. You were getting absolutely tired of not fitting in anywhere, despite your best efforts. You had stopped trying, preferring to isolate yourself rather than be isolated.

You had to force yourself to take a deep breath. The ride hadn't even started and already you hated your current position among the people. And you really shouldn't, not yet. The trip offered itself to you as a chance to get better, to make friends. Even though you carried a bit of hope in your hands, you were aware that you didn't really know how to approach other people.

Your hand searched for your water bottle so you could take a few sips from it. The coolness in your throat helped a little and calmed your nerves. Then you rested your head against the window pane and looked out. You probably wouldn't be able to do anything else before the bus left, and probably not during the trip either.

But before the trip began, you sensed movement in the seat next to you. You wondered whether or not to turn around. Finally, you turned your head slightly and caught the glance of him. Oh, you must have been caught. Still, being able to lock eyes with him made your heart beat in a way, in a way which resembled panic, yet on another level. So, you smiled hesitantly at your neighbor, trying to not let your insides burst out.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to do, his gaze intently on your face, and you were about to turn back to the window, but then he suddenly gave you a small smile, one so unexpected, but one you couldn’t help but admire and cherish. How many other people had ever had this privilege? His whole being seemed to radiate from within with this small gesture and you felt dazzled, overwhelmed. For a moment you wondered why such a luminous person would sit down next to you, talk to you. But you asked no questions and passed your own smile like an anchor, trying to tie yourself helplessly onto his. Maybe this was your chance to get a little bit closer, not more than that.

You really wanted to make it work, but even the first hurdle seemed way too high; what were you going to talk with him about? You had little experience with small talk and social situations. Those memories stuck deep in your chest and knotted your thoughts. Why couldn't you be social? Why were you the way you were now? Something about you was wrong; everything about you was wrong. Your thoughts seemed to be stuck in your head for an eternity and you never came up with a topic. But before you could turn away again, embarrassed, he actually started talking to you, leading the conversation effortlessly. Relief seemed to loosen your muscles. So you at least tried not to make it harder for him than it had to be. While you were better with listening, you kept trying to respond to what he was saying. You hoped that by doing so you would not annoy him away, hoped he would stay by your side.

This way, the beginning of the ride passed. At some point you just let the silence rest between you. You weren’t sure at the beginning if he didn't want to talk to you anymore because he was annoyed and didn't like you. That was why you had given him an uncertain look at first, but he caught it and gifted you with another smile. This reaction calmed your worries and you could just sit with her in peace. Even if his smile laid heavy in your mind. You had to admit, it gave you some sort of weird feeling in your chest, which wouldn't go away, but it was rather pleasant, something else, something he had given you. It felt like he had temporarily freed you, enlightened you.

When the bus finally arrived at its destination, the whole group got off with an excited chatter. You brought up the rear, letting everyone else go ahead. At least that's what you wanted, but he didn't seem to want to leave you alone. Not that you minded, but it was just unexpected.

When you finally stepped onto the grass, you looked around. The bus had stopped in front of a grassy area, with buildings visible in the distance. The grassy landscape seemed familiar in some way, but you couldn't find any real memory of it. Perhaps it was simply déja vu. You could still feel your shoulders getting heavier and your heart wanting to jump out of your throat. But you tried to ignore the feeling and followed the person in front of you. The whole group lined up in a formation on the lawn. You just squeezed in between two people without really understanding what it was supposed to look like. But you didn't ask, you followed the steps of the others. Maybe your questions would be answered by themselves.

Suddenly everyone fell silent and their eyes were fixed on one person in the middle of the formation. You recognized him as the leader, something you were aware of, yet felt so jarring to actually witness. There had to be a lot of respect, otherwise, people wouldn't wait for his words with such silence, would they? You could do nothing but look around curiously, but you seemed to have been caught. The leader had given you a disappointed look and then turned back to the others. Your heart sank and your lungs twisted. Had you done something wrong? You didn't know. Your tongue licked over your lower lip and suddenly it was much harder to swallow. You didn't want to disappoint anyone, but you had done it anyway. Great job. Still, you tried to make an effort and understand his words. Even though your ears were filled with the roar of your pulse. That's why you only heard that everyone should throw their phones, their means of communication into a box. Your concentration should not be averted because of these devices. If this trip was to end successfully, then they could not afford any interference from the outside world.

That made sense. And it didn't bother you. Who would text you anyway? You were not in contact with anyone.That's why you didn't mind turning off your phone and putting it in the box. If the leader thought it would be better for you, he was probably right.

After all the devices were collected, everyone headed for the buildings. As they did so, the group split in half, and you had no idea what the requirements were to enter one or the other. At the same time, you wondered if the entry into the other buildings was restricted in some way. You wanted to run into each one and discover its insides. Curiosity stung your neck like a bee, but you pulled yourself together and followed the bigger group into the dormitory. Still, you tried to peer into the windows, hoping to see something, but the interior was far too dark for that.

Once inside, you stood uncertainly at the doorstep. You didn't know where you could get comfortable, and you didn't dare ask. Even though you probably wouldn't have gotten a word out as invisible claws squeezed your throat shut. Your gaze darted quickly back and forth. Everyone seemed to have a fixed place. You knew it, you shouldn't have come here. You didn't belong and never would. Your hand went to your throat, and your fingers scratched at the skin there. You hated this feeling. But you couldn't help it either, no one knew you, let alone liked you. You wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible.

But before you could just run out of the building, a girl beckoned you over. With slow steps you approached her. Wondering what she wanted to say. But she didn't say anything, rather showed you a free bed, which was at the end of the room. Was this one for newcomers? Or was it simply empty? Before you could ask that question, the girl was back at her bedside, too far away. You probably wouldn't find out now. Not that it would have made any difference. So you just smiled at the girl as she looked back at you. Then you followed the others and packed your most important things into the chest at the end of the bed. There was no lock, so you hoped you could trust these strangers. After all, you had no other choice. Then you sat down on the bed, not knowing what to do. The time between now and dinner was probably a break for everyone. The people talked to each other in a gentle tone instead of leaving the cabin again. Everyone seemed to know each other already and you wondered if you should introduce yourself to a group. But just the thought of it made your jaw tighten and your teeth grind. You were afraid of people's disgusted looks or their nose wrinkling. You preferred to be alone by choice rather than excluded. Even if you fervently wished someone would approach you first. But you knew that probability was slim, equal to impossible. You shook your head slightly and crossed your arms. Wondering why you still had those hopes in the first place.

You were about to drop backwards onto the bed, but the leader called to you from the door. Your heart sped up and you felt the need to immediately run outside. But you also didn't want to make a bad impression or disappoint him. So you left the building with slow and calculated steps and followed the leader into his office. The door closed behind you and suddenly you found it hard to breathe at the mere sight of him. So you sat down eagerly when he instructed you to do so.Then he handed you a bowl of candy, one of which you placed on your tongue if only to do what he wanted you to. Your eyes landed on anything but always returned to his face. But for some reason, the atmosphere differed from the one you had experienced on the way here. So you just kept silent and waited for him to address you first.

"I'm disappointed in you."

All your muscles froze on the spot. You didn't remember doing anything. What could have triggered that reaction? Did you make a bad first impression? This thought constricted your throat and you didn't dare say anything. Not even an apology crossed your lips.

But then he continued talking, and even though you wanted to just flee the room, you listened to him. He told you that he understood your situation, but it was no excuse for your behavior.You should have read the rules.

You frowned at this lecture. You didn't remember breaking any rule. Was it perhaps because of the formation? Because you didn't know where to stand? But you had not heard or read anything about it. Where would you have gotten that information? But he was right. It was your fault. After all, you should have asked. Therefore, you apologized in a croaky voice. At these words, the leader nodded, seeming more satisfied than understanding. Nevertheless, he leaned forward to put a hand on your shoulder. You did not like that. The warmth of his skin was something you should gain, something akin to a reward, yet here you are, enjoying it despite this.

"I’m just here to help you. This is all for your own good."

That was his promise to you, belonging and help. As the words slowly swam through your skull, you definitely felt calmer. It was true. He was only trying to help you, there was nothing to worry about. You felt warm with joy at his attention towards you. Someone was taking care of you! Your head seemed to become light. All at once the disappointment of the leader was forgotten and you had to grin to yourself. Only one thought filled your head: he wanted your best!

You didn't even realize that you were still being punished. At that moment, everything was fine with you. Your body felt like clouds and your fingers were tingling. Without understanding a word, you gave your consent to whatever task he gave you with a nod. How beautiful everything was right now.

You didn't realize you were dismissed until the leader escorted you to the door with his hand on your shoulder. With a final grin, you trundled back toward the dorm on wobbly legs. Your vision seemed to flutter and you had to hold onto the wall to keep from tripping over your own feet. You should have thought something of it, but at the moment your body felt pleasantly warm and all sounds were muffled. You had to pull yourself together to avoid attracting attention. After the situation, you didn't want him to change his mind too much. But something inside you claimed he would never be disappointed with you, he liked you, truly. However, how long would your mistakes be considered a rookie mistake?

No. You shook your head and almost fell over. You couldn't break any more rules.So, you made your way back to your assigned place. But before you even got to the building, someone gently grabbed you by the shoulder.With a silent protest, you swayed and turned around to face a woman. She apologized for having startled you, for having forgotten you. Forgotten for what? But instead of answering your questioning look, a hand was held out to you. With a trembling hand you grabbed it and let yourself be led out of the building. The woman's skin was soft and the touch did not bother you, unlike many others.

But it couldn't be that it was already time for dinner, could it? Your question was answered when you stepped into a meadow instead and walked through the grass. The walk seemed to be a bit longer, because the woman opened up a little conversation with you. Asked you how you liked it so far and how you were getting along. The grass of the meadow tickled your ankles and you felt as if you had been here before. But when you had to dodge a bush, you denied the thought. After all, this was your first trip to this place.

After a while under the evening sun, they finally arrived. For what, actually? All you caught sight of was a line of people. You wanted to run forward, stretching to see what was happening there. But you were nefariously pulled to the end of the line because the woman had not let go of your hand. Only when you had your hand back to yourself did you gather your courage and ask the kind woman why they were all standing in line. She answered with a gentle smile and a single sentence:

"It's a tradition.Everyone is supposed to show how selfless they can be."

These words only raised more questions. However, you let your thoughts rest with the answer and simply thanked the woman. This one seemed to know just like everyone else what was going on. You tried to see what was happening with each step forward. Your head swung from side to side to get a glimpse of the situation. But your attempts were unsuccessful. That meant you would have to wait for your own turn. Still, you wondered where they went then, since you didn't see anyone walking back.

Finally it was your turn. In the middle of the meadow was a lonely chair full of moss. Around it were towers of smaller stones, forming a circle. Someone tapped their fingers invitingly against the large backrest. Hopefully this chair would not collapse under you. Hesitantly, you sat down, but did not shift your weight completely onto the wood beneath you. The people around you motioned for you to roll up your sleeve, which you did without argument. Secretly, you continued to hope for an explanation, but it didn't seem to be coming. Instead, noise-proof headphones were slipped over your ears, from which music flowed. If you concentrated, however, you could hear the murmuring sounds in the background. But you felt a fatigue that made it difficult for you to resist. Still, you noticed your arms being pinned to the armrests until you could no longer move them. You wanted to protest, but your tongue felt far too soft, like it was about to slip out of your mouth. You only managed a frown to show your feelings. At first you let these things happen to you, but when a syringe was unwrapped from a plastic bag, you began to shake your head. You didn't know what these people were going to do with the syringe, but you didn't feel the need to find out either. Someone seemed to recognize your distress and began stroking your neck with their fingers. This motion did not help you calm down, but distracted you enough to not stir for a moment. At that instance, they jabbed you in the crook of your arm with the needle. Your gaze fixed on the syringe as it filled up. The tension in your body made it painful to draw blood.

Only when the vessel had filled completely with blood were the headphones and restraints removed. With a jerk you stood up and moved a few steps away from the chair. Then you demanded an explanation in a trembling voice. The blood was still flowing in drops down your arm, but you didn't care. Someone apologized and said they thought you already knew about the procedure. Just having blood drawn, for some reason. If they thought you knew about the whole thing, then surely they didn't have to chain you up. Still, you nodded, as if showing understanding. You were handed another candy before being escorted in a different direction than the one you had come from.

There, the next activity was to take place as a group, as there was still plenty of time before dinner. So, you set off without argument until you stopped in front of a pond. The whole place could have been out of a fairy tale if there were no garlic hanging from the branches of the trees. You wondered what they were placed here for. But you questioned nothing and sat down at a free table to join a group. After all, it was none of your business as long as these things promoted the welfare of you and others.

By the time you sat down, no one else joined. It seemed that you were the last, except for the missing leader. Even though he had been missing from the last activity too.

But the wait was not spent in complete silence and the mood lapsed into relaxed conversation. Everyone was sharing stories about their lives. At first, you didn't really plan to participate in any, but the girl from earlier found you and pulled you into a conversation. They talked about whether they could fulfill their goals at the end of the trip. Since you assumed they all had goals similar to yours, you agreed to the discussion. Then the conversation went in a completely different direction.

It took a while for him to arrive at the meeting. With his appearance, congratulations and laughter were exchanged. Were they congratulated because of the successful activity? This group was strengthened as a community in several ways thanks to this social time. People's eyes darted back and forth between themselves and the garlic above their heads.

The leader then got up on a podium to look over everyone. Then he began to murmur some words that were unfamiliar to you. Was it a song? The chant hummed throughout the group and you shivered. Your back went cold and you looked around. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the taller person in front of them. As if there had been an agreement, they all raised their hands above their faces and formed a sign in front of it, their fingers intertwined. This one seemed familiar to you, as goosebumps formed on the back of your neck and you had to swallow hard to keep your mind from wandering. You didn't want to stand out, didn't want to disappoint anyone, so you copied the gesture from a seatmate.

The moment you put your hands in front of your face, everyone fell to their knees with a jerk. With a faltering breath, you also let yourself slide out of the seat. Even though your fingers restricted your vision, you recognized how he swung his arm around in a sweeping motion and everyone sat back down as if on command.

Hands were separated again and gazes locked on the leader without blinking. An eerie silence settled over the clearing. One could feel the tension in the muscles of the others. They didn't even dare to breathe, afraid it would be too loud. Only a deep breath from the leader could be heard.

"My dear companions in this finite life, We are fortunate to be gathered here again.Together. Many who walk this earth with us do not know of the possibilities. The opportunities that have now opened up to us.

Everyone has the potential to take advantage of this opportunity to contribute something greater to our society.

In the past, I could only rely on myself.The people around me didn't understand my thoughts.This led society to unconsciously prepare me to be alone. Alone, as we all were!

But that is not how people should live. We should exist in each other's arms. We fight for each other, for being together.

We must not let society put us in a box. Everyone deserves independence, yes, but also charity, an infinite life.

What good is independence if you are alone for all eternity? None of us wants to be alone and we will find a solution. A solution of how we can hold hands forever.

Each of us came to this place emaciated from the withdrawal of love, of kindness. Oh yes, I remember each person's arrival, hold it in my heart as a warning. As a warning of what this world will do to us.

But don't worry, friends, we are fortunate enough to form our own society. A society that will be enlivened and loved by us until the end of time.

Be full of gratitude, be full of hope. For this weekend will belong to us and our purpose."

Your heart seemed to have longed for these words, for it understood everything without faltering. You almost had tears of joy; these people really understood what was going on inside you. At last you belonged in a place without prejudice, only with goodwill. You wanted to show your gratitude, with great signs and deeds, but for now you just clapped as loud as you could with the others. You would reach your goal, everyone would reach their goals. And you could even be helpful to the others.The next few days were full of possibilities and you would not let a single one slip from your fingers, from your heart.

After the applause stopped, it was time for dinner. No one seemed to be in a hurry and everyone strolled leisurely toward the dining hall. The excitement after the speech filled the air and intensified with each breath. Your body was still humming as well and you couldn't help the smile on your face. Everyone seemed to feel the same way, as they grinned at your, at each other, sometimes even linking their arms together. Slowly but surely, joy settled in your bones and grounded you like never before. You knew with certainty that the next few days would be the best of your life. Because being around people who were fighting for the same thing had a healing, calming effect.

With a warm feeling in your stomach, you entered the dining room. This time you knew exactly where you belonged and at which table to sit. With that certainty, you made your way toward the table that was furthest away from the leaders table. If you wanted to work your way up, you had to show yourself worthy. You had to make a big contribution to society in order to get up there as quickly as possible. While you still had no idea how to go about it, you knew you could do it. No matter what you would have to do to get there.

With a soft noise, you dropped into the chair and smiled at the others around the table. You didn't know anyone, as the only person you truly knew, and desired to be in the presence, sat at the front. You deserved it, but you would all too like to know what you had done to get closer to him. Money probably played a role too, but you were still a student, you owned next to nothing. No assets.Nothing valuable. That meant you just had to do the best work you had ever done in your life. Maybe you could help out a little in the kitchen, that might earn you some points. You wondered if you were allowed to do more, to serve him directly, in any way you could. You would ask that first thing in the morning.

The meal was dished up. It consisted of pies. With great joy you wanted to grab a piece, but you held back at the very last moment. Your eyes darted to the leader who had not yet touched his food. Then he opened the meal by handing the one serving him a pie to bite into. Only then did you grab a piece as well and let your teeth sink into the dough. The salty filling flowed with pleasure over your tongue and you closed your eyes. A metallic taste lurked in the back of your throat, but you felt too hungry to deal with the aftertaste. Still, you noticed that the pie was starting to drip from the other side. With your free hand, you caught a few drops. These shimmered dark red on your skin. All at once, the aftertaste became much more prominent and you could no longer taste anything else. Where did this blood come from? Was the filling raw meat? No, it tasted too good for that. Your eyes twitched left and right, looking for a reaction from the others. But no one seemed to notice anything. So you swallowed the mass without a word.

Your hand reached for the cup to your right to rid yourself of the taste. But the red color stung your eyes. Was this wine? Was it allowed to serve such a thing at such an event? You sniffed it. The smell was fruity, bitter. Was it supposed to smell like that? You didn't know, but took a sip anyway and let it flow into your mouth. It was just grape juice. A strangely bitter one, but grape juice, no doubt. The taste was familiar to you. Was the leader's tea made from the same grapes? You would have to check to see if anything was planted here. Then you put a hand on the edge of the plate to push it away from you. But before you could do that, a bright scream rang out from the front tables.

He had thrown a glass at some poor guy's head. The glass shattered over his skull and the flowing blood caused a reaction from the crowd. Only for a moment, though. They reacted more to the leader's tirade. At first, someone close by tried to calm him down and handle the situation with a cool head, but the leader's violence did not allow them to act. His words were meant to be instructive, and slowly insults began to flow in. These were harsh and would have probably hit anyone deep in the soul.

After blowing off all his steam, he could finally be calmed down. But after the situation, he didn't want to appreciate or acknowledge the person. You couldn't see it that well from where you were sitting, but the ground was swimming in the man's blood. Was no one going to help him with his wound? Everyone continued their meal as if nothing had happened. No reactions, no protests. Understandable. After all, they would have the chance to take his place when he disappeared. No one wanted to miss that chance. You watched as the man was grabbed by the arms by his seatmates and dragged out of the hall; leaving a red trail behind him. With unobtrusive movements, as if you had never stopped, you began to eat again. With each bite, the taste became more persistent and the juice didn't manage to cover it either towards the end.

After a while a bell sounded and everyone dropped everything from their hands. With a jerk they stood up, whether one had finished eating or not. When the leader was finished, then further eating was not allowed.

People formed a line to the dish rack to wash their silverware. With each step, you followed the others to familiarize yourself with the group's habits. Still, you wondered why people then went back to the rooms. You felt it was much too early to go back to sleep. But you seemed to be wrong about that, because after a few minutes you were lying in your bed, among the other people in a darkened dorm. You didn't think you would be so tired, but something made your head feel heavier and you couldn't help but fall asleep.

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Bonded - Part 4 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: The next part will probably be an epilogue, if I decide to post another part. Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer!

ALSO Huge thank you to @imaginedreamwrite for reading a first draft of this lol

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reader’s POV

This time you woke up slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried your best to open them. Once you were finally able to pry them open, you realized that you weren’t alone. Your head rested on top of a thick chest, rising and falling slowly. Your eyes lazily flickered up to see Dean’s face, his eyes closed as he seemingly slept. Suddenly you were much more awake once you realized the position you were in. Your body was half on top of his, his left thigh in between both of yours, while you laid on top of him. He also had an arm around you. It was oddly peaceful to be like this. You felt an overwhelming sense of protection, which wasn’t something you were used to.

You were careful not to move as you took a look around, not wanting to wake him up. You recognized that you were in your own apartment, but confused as to how you got in here. The last thing you remembered was passing out in Dean’s arms as he was getting out of your car. It seemed like for the millionth time in the last 24 hours you had so many questions running through your mind as to what was happening. Why had you gotten so sick so suddenly? How did you get into your apartment? What did it mean to be “bonded” to Dean? Why was his soulmate mark on his chest instead of his wrist? What are these things that you supposedly didn’t know about yourself?

Slowly, Dean began to stir underneath you. Your cheeks heat up as his green orbs open and land on your face. “Uh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to have to carry me or to lay on you like this - God this is embarrassing,” you mumble under your breath, squirming as you tried to shift off of the tall man. His arm around your waist only tightened, his fingers splayed against your back and holding you in place. You hear him grunt.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles, keeping you tightly pressed to him. “I already had to deal with the fact that you slid part of the way off me in your sleep, had you right on top when we first laid down, but you slid off and I didn’t want to wake you,” he grunts.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Someone’s a stage 5 clinger, huh?” you ask, trying your best to hold in a giggle.

He gives you a fake look of shock, “I’ll have you know, I only cling to the people I love,” he says softly, melting your heart instantly. You lift your face and turn your head so that you can look at him better, noticing the freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, causing you to smile. “Why’d you wake up? I was trying to be as still as possible,” you ask.

“You might have been still, sweetheart, but I could feel your anxiety picking up. The tightness in your chest woke me up,” he says gently, lifting his other arm to brush some hair from your face, settling his hand on the side of your face.

You frown as you realize you were the reason why he woke up and it only deepens when you remember why you were having the anxiety in the first place.

“I deserve to know what’s going on,” you state simply.

He sighs, but nods his head in agreement. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“First of all, how did we get into my apartment?” you question.

“Of all of the things to ask first?” he laughs, but continues, “I carried you up to your apartment, which I got your apartment number from the mailbox downstairs that had your last name on it. And, well, in my line of work you get pretty good at picking locks,” he says with a shrug.

You squint your eyes at him when he laughs at you, but know that if it ever came to you fighting this man, you’d undoubtedly lose.

“Tell me about the bond. I want to know why your soulmate mark is on your chest. Why is mine on my wrist if yours is on your chest? It doesn’t make sense,” you mutter, the crease in your forehead forming.

“It doesn’t make sense because you don’t know the lore, but I will give the best explanation that I can. What I can’t explain, I will give you the books I’ve read for you to look at,” he says gently, watching you as you nod your head, waiting for him to continue.

“Because we’re bonded soulmates, my mark is on my chest, over my heart. Yours is on your wrist over vital veins. Both are in locations that if they were attempted to be removed, we would bleed out and die,” he says, beginning his explanation.

“But why the different locations?” you ask.

“Mine is over my heart… because you are my source of heart. You are heavily connected to my emotions. You are able to help me regulate them, and it hurts you deeply when my heart is hurt. Yours is over your wrist, due to the location of the veins, but also on the arm because I am your source of strength. I provide you with emotional strength but also a physical one. We are both completely interconnected with the emotional and physical.”

His hand gently strokes through your hair, and you can feel the emotion in his words as well as see the adoration in his eyes.

“Which is why you got sick earlier,” he says with a sigh. “I tried my best not to overwhelm you, and I thought I was doing well, but then when I started talking about losing you… I got so scared… and then you felt it,” he says shaking his head, and you knew he felt guilty.

“Now that we have met, our bond is almost completely formed. Which means that our connection is even stronger. Since I am your sense of strength, when I feel emotionally weak, it causes you to become physically weak, and in some cases physical pain. When you become physically weak or have any type of physical pain, I will emotionally not be able to withstand it, and I will feel it,” he says gently, swallowing thickly before continuing.

“The only way to help you when you have an attack like that is for me to be with you, to be as close as possible. It helps to restore your strength and balance out my emotions. This is also why we can’t separate now that we are together, Y/N. It would literally kill both of us.”

You did your best to absorb everything that he was saying to you. It was insane to think that you now would depend on Dean for your actual life now. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling him squeeze you gently. You knew he was trying to help you with your own emotions, he just didn’t know how.

When you didn’t say anything, Dean spoke up again. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I’m sure you still have a lot of questions, but Y/N you have to know that the bond we have… it’s rare. You are rare. This will put you in danger at times. Especially since you are bonded to me. I’m not exactly a celebrated figure in the supernatural world, or hell even the natural one,” he practically whispered to you.

You did your best to keep yourself steady, continuing to chew on your lip, eventually speaking up. “I-” you start, but aren’t sure what to say exactly.

“I… Dean, I trust you. I have faith in you. I believe you will keep me safe. If that’s what you say is true, then I have no reason to doubt you will protect me like you say you will,” you say softly, bringing one of your hands up to his chest, slowly drawing circles around. You feel your cheeks warm as you finally realize that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He must’ve noticed your shyness, smirking slightly. “Skin to skin contact helps the most, sweetheart,” he winks. “I took my t-shirt off, but I only changed you out of your dress pants, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You nodded slightly, continuing to run your fingers over his chest. Despite all of the relatively insane news that you had gotten today, you had never felt more settled in your life than in that moment, just laying with him in bed.

Dean’s POV

You were gorgeous, and somehow more understanding than he ever thought possible. He knew he would never be able to live without you now. Not only because of what the legend said, but because he truly felt it. He watched you as you trailed your fingers over his chest, loving the feeling of your hands on his bare skin.

He smirks as he notices you lost in your thoughts, deciding to surprise you. He swiftly grips your hips with both of his hands, tossing you underneath him and holding himself above you with a grin. He couldn’t help the smile that formed when he heard you squeal in surprise. He gently places a kiss on your right cheek, then your left before pulling back and looking at you again, loving the shyness he could sense coming from you. He liked teasing you. He couldn’t help the feelings that were coursing through his body, and he knew you felt them too.

“What did you mean when you said that our bond was almost complete?” he hears you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He smirks as he looks down at you, “Well sweetheart, that calls for you and I to become one, bonded, if you will,” he reveals, his lips landing on your jaw as he slowly lowers his body on top of yours. He can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin, his hand skimming down your arm.

He watches you nod your head. “Once it’s complete, what happens?”

“There’s no going back. You and I are together forever. The bond will only get stronger if we complete it, and you won’t be able to take it back. I am past the Age of Choice already, sweetheart. I think you’ve probably figured that out by now. But you are younger it seems, how old are you?”

“I’m 24. I have 8 months left,” you whisper.

“We’ve met before you had a choice, then,” he whispers softly, his mind racing a bit. He felt bad, you deserved to be able to choose. You shouldn’t have to be stuck with him. But he also knew it didn’t matter, bonded soulmates never had a choice once they had met. It might actually kill him if you left him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not asking for anything from you now. I’m not, but I have to let you know. The bond must be completed before you reach the Age of Choice. Otherwise, it is seen as a rejection of me, which means it might literally kill you or me, or both of us,” he admits, biting his lip.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured-”

“We should complete it now.”

“What?” his eyes widen in shock.

“Unless you don’t want to. I understand if not…” you trail off, and he could sense the insecurity in your voice, feel it in his own chest.

“Of course you don’t. I don’t know what I was thinking, we just met. And I’m sure I’m not - I’m not exactly your type,” you speak up again, cutting your own self off. “I could feel it before when you were with other people - which is fine, I get it. I didn’t expect you to wait for me, but uh- I did - wait I mean, and I don’t know why I just assumed you’d want to do that because I know there are some soulmates who are strictly platonic. God - I can be such an idiot sometimes, I mean you haven’t even kissed me on the lips for God’s sake-”

He couldn’t take the rambling anymore, his lips were on yours. It was gentle at first, just feeling you against him, but the longer he felt your lips against him the more he couldn’t hold back. It was still slow, but sensual, his lips moved against yours for a while before trailing down your jawline. Slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“There is no one, no one, I would ever want more than you. We will complete this bond, and you’ll never know anyone’s body but mine, because - You. Are. Mine. Forever,” he whispers against your skin, pulling back and staring into your eyes, brushing his nose against yours. He could feel your heart racing within his own.

“Bonded. Forever.” He states determinedly.

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