Helo! I'm searching a fic where aftermath of nogitsune, Stiles, Lydia, Jackson run away via train to meet for hales, i think stiles had eating disorder or anorexic and the three of them kinda hiding from Scott's pack & the deputies + leave all the belongings that can be track down in BH
Thank you for the help ❤️
Hi anon! @dimeler says it's this one.
A Long Way From Home by Brittany (drowninginaseaofdepression)
(1/2 I 18,743 I Mature I Sterek)
"New York? Lydia, we don't have the money to afford New York. Unless you plan on conning your parents, in which case I might have to reconsider my completely platonic feelings for you."
She rolls her eyes. "We might not have the money, but I know who does."
He squints. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"How do you feel about Derek Hale?"
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Avengers x teen! reader
Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader
Tony Stark x teen! Reader
Peter Parker x Reader <Friendship>
TW: Death, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Not Proofread
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𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Mary On A Cross
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"What are you doing with these, [Y/N]?"
"Give 'em back!"
But through all the sorrow
[Y/N] let out a bull laugh "I can't believe you went in to my bags!"
All avengers were looking at her. Some with anger and some with disappointment. "Kid, this is serious. You ca–"
"Ironic, coming from you Tony. And stop acting like you care! 'Cuz none of you do!" she went for the elevator before Vision approach her.
"We care, Dusk, if we didn't we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." Natasha said, making [Y/N] halt.
"Don't... Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me that!" her tone was emotionless and venomous at the same time.
We were riding high
"Hey, it's alright. Okay? No one's angry we– I just want to understand why. I'm sure you have a good reason."
And the truth of the matter is
"You want to understand? You ask me WHY? You want the truth? THE REAL TRUTH, CLINT? When they said some one was gonna adopt me I was curious and happy. But then I learn that the one who got adopted was Dusk and not me." tears started to gather in her eyes. Voice shaking. Hands wondering around her pockets. Looking for something little to bring her some release.
I had to let you go, let you go
"[Y/N], that's not an excuse of your actions." everyone eyed Steve with the evidence of shock in their eyes.
"Steve, don't start now." Tony was getting irritated, he had seen this exact look a long time ago. In the face of his loved one.
"Shut the fuck up, old man! You've never wanted me! You don't want anyone in your life expect for that SHIELD's Founder! But news flash, she is dead! Had a great life without you too! Why can't you just let it go?!" [Y/N] shouted, meaning every word she said. Tears of sadness and anger leaking down her cheeks.
"Know your place, kid." Steve had straighten up his shoulders. In an attempt of appearing bigger in her eyes.
"What if I don't?!" she was trying his limits, as well as hers and her friends.
"Y—"
"Shut up, Steve! Just shut up!" Iron man cut off his 'friend's' words.
"How I talk to my daughter is not your business, Tony. She did something wrong which deserves a punishment."
"You, your murder machine friend and SHIELD are enough of a punishment to her!" the stern look in his eyes was telling a tragic story.
"I know it's hard for you to understand but keep your egoistical self out of this, Stark. Because not everything's about you."
"Says the man who's the king of melancholia." muttered [Y/N], getting Captain's attention back on her.
You go down just like Holy Mary
"What is that suppose to mean, young lady?!"
"You know what I mean. I'm going to my room."
Mary on a Mary on a cross
In her room [Y/N] sat on the floor, her back against the door. She had her arms wrapped around her legs keeping them close to her chest. On the floor, right next to [Y/N], there was an empty needle. She could hear them fighting but she couldn't careless as the drugs had hit her brain.
Not just another Bloody Mary
It had been hours since the girl last seen by the team. [Y/N]'s breaths had become shallow as the drug's done it's work. She, for once felt at peace as the non-talked sleepiness took over her body.
Knock Knock , Knock ,
Knock Knock , Knock Knock Knock ,
Knock Knock , Knock
She looked up, confused, at the door knob. She thought what was wrong with this stranger and the way they knocked on the door. The knocking repeated itself. [Y/N] let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to get up. Key word, tried. She hold onto the knob, pulling herself on her shaking legs. Before she could turn the knob she fell down with a thud. Alerted, the stranger at the door –Peter–asked if she was okay.
Mary on a, Mary on a cross
After getting no response, he invited himself in.
Not just another Bloody Mary
What Peter saw when he got in the room was one of the most scariest things he had ever seen, even though he is a crime fighter spider. [Y/N] was laying on her side not moving and lips turned blue. He knew she was breathing or at least trying to, her heart rate was slowing down too drawing her near death more. Peter wondered why FRIDAY didn't send them any notification then remembered what his friend was best at. Hackinc.
"Mr. Stark!" he bend down next to [Y/N].
"What's wrong kid?" Tony asked as he came by the door.
"She needs medical attention."
Tony stood there like he didn't hear Peter. He continued to stare ahead. They needed to move fast if they wanted her to stay alive.
Mary on a, Mary on a—
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I hope you like it
Part 2?
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honeysuckle
honeysuckle by sharkfish (@sharkfish)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 3.9k
“Your omega’s here, ok? Everything’s ok.”
Cas closes his eyes and leans a little into Dean’s solid warmth. His omega is here. He can smell them all over each other already.
“You made me such a nice nest, too.” Dean’s voice is low, honeyed and soft. He smells sweeter, it hangs thick and heavy in the air. “Show me.”
Castiel and Dean have met exactly once, at a party, but when Castiel needs an omega to help him through his rut, Charlie suggests he gives Dean a call. And it turns out to be a great idea. Cas and Dean have fantastic chemistry and though there's no sex happening - seeing as Cas is ace and Dean is demi - their time together is sensual and intimate.
I could go on and on about the importance of representation, especially in an a/b/o setting which is inherently sexual, but I think I'd rather say this: this story is a warm blanket that will be there for you no matter what your mood is. It's your favorite comfort food. It's your favorite song. It's that story that will always leave you with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. Go and read it and thank me later.
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