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Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 9.8k (send some help, please)

warnings: even more fluff, a bit of angst, nightmare, some good ol’ nightmare aftercare proudly presented you by Stephen Strange, more sneaking around the team, the team gets suspicious, cursing, curse words, Stephen being… Stephen, injuries

author’s note: pt. 2 is here!!!! Gosh, I’m still so excited about this ask and have to pour my entire heart into it. Thanks again for the request @clockblobber <3 This one is proofread but ignore mistakes if you stumble upon them – my brain is mush today, and I’m gonna go over it again tomorrow

»pt. 1 is here«

Typing away on her phone – Stephen had been at Kamar-Taj for quite some time now to deal with the new students of the mystic arts, and she had insisted that he saved all his energy for teaching them instead of visiting her every night – YN entered the living area of the compound after arriving from an intel mission only minutes ago. Scott followed close behind because his adjustable size had been crucial for the success of the mission, and with a deep sigh, he dropped into one of the armchairs unoccupied by the other present Avengers who had gathered for movie night.

YN didn’t even notice, too enthralled by the device between her fingers, and ran straightly into a walking Peter, who almost lost his balance. “Woah, hey there, Peter.” She grabbed his arm to prevent him from meeting the floor on a more intimate level and pushed the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “Sorry, didn’t see you,” YN apologized while patting his shoulder softly. She always had gotten a soft spot for the young man and always looked out for him during missions, even though he could handle himself pretty darn good.

The brunette shook his head in protest. “It was my–…” But YN didn’t let him finish. “Nah-uh, I don’t wanna hear a single word.” She turned her head to be greeted by seven pairs of staring eyes, curiosity filled their irises completely – and she didn’t like one second of it. “Nevermind. You people prepared some decent snacks, or do I have to do the work again?” Because that had been the case during the last couple of movie nights which ended in ordering pizza and bickering about the choice of film.

They never really managed to watch more than one before it’s gotten worse and worse until Tony demanded the remote control sovereignty because he had paid for everything they used, while Nat and herself booed loudly because the Widows never were a fan of another Star Wars-filled night. Peter was always on Tony’s side – naturally – while Bucky and Steve kept themselves out of the discussion, still not really used to the “new” pop culture they had to face nowadays. At least Wanda, Clint, and Scott counted themselves as a constant part of Team Widow, and Thor, as well as Bruce, loved to hop between camps, always depending on the movie in question. Only Vision was indifferent, but everyone had gotten used to it by now.

It was utter chaos, sometimes even on the brink of anarchy, but YN loved it. She never had something like that in her life – at least, she couldn’t remember having a family – because she was never as lucky as Nat and never had a pretending family. Even though she wasn’t sure if she would’ve liked it very much. She always had lived her life within the confinements of the Red Room, always under the watchful eye of high-ranking generals and officers, always under the influence of a drug she didn’t want to remember. She had killed not only for Dreykov but also Hydra. She had met the Winter Soldier long before he had escaped his cruel purpose. And then, Nat had found her during one of her missions, months after the attack on New York, and Bruce and Tony had managed to get the drug out of her system. They had saved her and given her a life with a purpose, with a moral compass. YN had gotten another chance. And with that chance, a certain master of the mystic arts came into the picture – and the rest was history.

Blinking rapidly, YN escaped her thoughts and turned her attention back to the group. “The food is on its way, but we could use some more snacks,” Wanda told her, an apologetic smile on her face, but YN only rolled her eyes with a grin. “Sure y’all do. I’m gonna get you covered – but don’t you dare start the movie without me!” She made eye contact with Tony, who already held the remote in hand, and cocked not only an eyebrow but her head as well. “Try me, Stark,” she warned, and the man raised both hands in surrender. “We will behave perfectly.” Nodding, YN turned around, phone already in hand again, and trotted through the corridor into the kitchen.

Arriving there, the device started to vibrate, but it wasn’t an incoming text. With a soft smile, she accepted the call and settled the phone between ear and shoulder. “To what do I owe the honor of your call?” A greeting wasn’t necessary between these two anymore. Calling one another was as simple as taking Wilson down in combat training, unlike during the beginning of their relationship. Calls had been an utter nightmare.

A chuckle echoed through the speaker. “Do I need a reason to call the woman to whom I’ve pledged my love and devotion?” Softly laughing, YN grabbed a stack of bowls out of one of the many cupboards and spread them over the counter. “I see, you’ve read a lot of Shakespearian-sounding literature. Anything interesting?” She could hear Stephen’s grin from the other end of the world. “A few works weren’t that bad. I found spells I have never heard of before, and I think they could be useful if mastered properly. What are you up to, darling?”

In the meantime, YN had grabbed an assortment of snacks, and after ripping every package open, she dumped them in the waiting bowls, one by one. “Oh, nothing. It’s Friday, so we have movie night at the compound, and it will be a nightmare after film one. Just the usual.” She almost felt his sympathy physically. “I suppose Stark won’t give up the remote?” Scoffing, the Widow rounded the kitchen island to take a closer look into the freezer. “You can bet your sexy ass on it, love. Oh, yes. Come to me, ice cream!” She hadn’t planned for the outburst to leave her lips, but well.

With an evil chuckle, YN grabbed the last package of ice cream from behind a mountain of frosted vegetables – Nice try, Tony – and opened the foil to start eating it before returning to the living room. “Remind me never to hide any ice cream from you, my evil darling,” he laughed, and YN grinned happily. “It’s his ice cream. I would never dare to steal your ice cream because I love you dearly, my dear.”

Softly humming while eating the sweet substance, the woman leaned against the counter, totally unaware of the young man who stood just around the corner and heard every single word. She and Stephen talked for a few minutes more before they ended the call with the promise of a cozy weekend after she came back from her scheduled mission in Prague.

Meanwhile, Peter stood almost frozen in the middle of the living room, eyes wide and unsure where to start – and if he should say a word about the discovery he just had made anyway. But his mouth was faster than his brain. “Uhm… You always complain that YN is… is vanishing so often?” Instantly, Peter had gathered the attention of every single soul within this room. Steve furrowed his forehead, and even Bucky looked a bit worried while Tony straightened up on his spot on the couch. “Yeah? Talk, kiddo.” Peter scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “I think she has a boyfriend – or girlfriend! I’m totally open for both if she likes women more than men and if her partner in crime is a woman, that’s super cool because rainbows and love and–…” Scott patted his shoulder to silence the young superhero. “Think, that’s enough, Peter.”

The team exchanged glances before a bubbling laugh escaped from Tony’s mouth and let them look in his direction. Tears gathered in his eyes while his body shook with every laughter erupted from him. “YN and… and a boyfriend! Best joke ever!” Still laughing, Tony wiped the tears off his cheeks and shook his head. “Keep believing that, kiddo, but we know her a bit longer than you do. She would never have something like that because love isn’t her thing.” Nat cocked a copper eyebrow. “Love is her thing, but only on paper within books because men exhaust her – and she is only interested in them.” Steve seemed not to be convinced fully, but the creases on his forehead slowly erased themselves and Bucky leaned back on the two-seater they shared. “Not everyone needs love in their lives. Some only need certain needs satisfied, and…–“ Wanda threw a pillow against the former Winter Soldier’s head. “Bucky! He is still a teenager!” He raised both hands before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“But…” Peter tried, but now it was Clint who patted his other shoulder. “Drop it, kid. She disappears to have time to herself. It gets crowded here, and sometimes, her thoughts run in the wrong direction. Can’t blame her. Everyone needs some peace and quietness from time to time.”

Unconvinced, Peter plopped down onto one of the two beanbags, the other entirely reserved for YN herself, and just a second later, three bowls floated through the doorframe into the living room. Before they could settle down on the coffee table between the seating area and flatscreen, Vision and Wanda took them out of the air and placed them down themselves. YN entered right after that, the other three bowls in her arms and a thankful expression in her eyes. “Thanks, V, Wanda. Wasn’t sure if I could master the landing.”

The red-haired witch smiled at her while the Widow rounded the couch and dropped her body onto the dark blue beanbag. “I told you it would get better with some more practice.” She sounded more than a bit pleased. YN grinned up at her. “Yup, totally.” She didn’t need to know that a certain sorcerer had helped her with the powers she mostly could only use with blunt force because no one in the Red Room had bothered to tame her. Years might have been passed since her escape, but those powers were gone for a while after her mind had reached the surface of consciousness. Probably a self-protection mechanism if Stephen was right with his educated guess. At least she could control them to a certain extent now. It would get better over time.

Another text from Stephen shifted her mood for the better after it had tried to take a detour back to the dark place it loved to sit and sulk. The movie was secondary, and even after the food arrived – sushi and pizza – YN barely looked up from her phone and was awfully quiet as soon as the bickering started anew.

Steve watched her closely and shock settled in his chest at the sight of a smile he had never seen on the face of one of his best friends before. Happy. Full of contentment. Her eyes twinkling and sparkling. She never was unhappy, of course not, but the soldier from another time knew the feeling she had always felt – the feeling of not fitting in. And suddenly, a realization crept up on him: Maybe that feeling had vanished somewhere along the road.

;

It was quiet in the compound. The world’s mightiest heroes had ended the day a few hours prior, soon after the Quinjet with YN and Sam had landed on the tarmac. It had become a ritual to wait upon arriving team members and to drink a soothing cup of tea to unwind from the previous mission and catch up on the gossip inside the compound.

Now, YN slept in the warm and loving embrace of a pair of strong arms, her head laying on a softly rising and falling chest, the sounds of Stephen’s deep slumber always the best method to lull her into sleep. But she started to move, softly at first, barely palpable. She rolled off his chest, and naturally, the tight embrace loosened around her body. Nails dragged over the comforter, ripped loose threads off the fabric while YN’s face contorted in confusion and fear, in agony and horror. Her breathing quickened, the heart within her rib cage started to race, and sweat dampened her forehead and back.

The dreams always hunted the Widow, but oh boy. The horrors of other nights were nothing in comparison.

The first escaping moan didn’t wake Stephen, not even the second one, the man too tired from long hours inside the Sanctum’s library to find one specific spell he had needed.

It was the scream that woke him with a startle.

“NO!”

Stephen didn’t need to turn on the light to see exactly where she was after tearing open his eyes. He pushed the traitorous blankets off his legs to scoot over to the moving and trashing woman. His hands almost didn’t grasp her arms because it scared the man how cold and damp her skin was. She had those dreams not as often as they used to come, but they were never this bad.

The next scream, so full of agony and blank horror, ripped his already bleeding heart to shreds. Stephen grabbed her upper arms softly, stroked them, caressed her face while pleading with her barely conscious mind to let her escape her own personal hell.

“YN, please. Please, wake up. I am here, nothing is going to happen. Everything is alright. It’s just a dream, only a dream. I am here, love. God damn it, let her wake up!” His voice sounded helpless, angry about the universe and himself, and with horror in his own eyes, he could see the light of the corridor suddenly shining through the slit between door and floor. Shaking her gently but urgently, Stephen tried it again while multiple hurried steps came closer to her door. “YN. YN! Wake up, love!”

With a violent gasp, her eyes finally teared open, tears staining her reddened cheeks, beads of sweat tracing her temples and contracting throat. Her eyes immediately found his face, but Stephen couldn’t mutter a single word. Instead, he left the bed in a hurry and hid in the bathroom – not his best move, but he didn’t care at the moment – and just in time, he closed the door only for another door to be opened. Hurried voices echoed through the room, and the sorcerer pushed both hands into his hair, running them through it over and over to calm himself and his rapid heartbeat.

He hated how helpless he had felt and still felt while others comforted his girl. He hated every single second of it and counted the moments until they left and closed the door again.

“Stephen…?”

Her small, shaking, and questioning voice pulled the sorcerer out of his spiraling thoughts, and without wasting another second, he ripped open the door. With a few long strides, he was back at her side, settling into their bed and pulling her flush against his chest. Stephen could feel the tears wetting his shirt, but he didn’t care. She could ruin every single piece of clothing he owned, and he would hold her anyway.

“I am here,” he whispered between kisses on her head. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” He could feel her short but stiff nod, almost as if she was a robot and didn’t learn how to move like a human. Both his hands stroked over her back - up and down, in a never-ending motion. Her body still trembled, and YN dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, clung to the man like a drowning woman clinging to a piece of driftwood. “I love you. I love you more than anything in this universe. I will always love you. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. They can’t hurt you.” He didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t matter.

After what felt like a never-ending eternity, YN stopped shaking like a leaf, her breathing slowed down again, and her hold on him was not that crushing anymore. “Sorry,” she mumbled, but Stephen was quick to brush through her hair and soothe the rising anxiety within her tormented mind. “Stop apologizing. There is nothing to apologize for.” He needed her to understand that, but his girl was smarter than anyone else – maybe except him.

She tried to find a more comfortable position but gave up because every single piece of fabric clung to her still damp skin. “Where did you hide?” Her voice was only a whisper, but the silence had settled back over the compound, so Stephen heard every single word and every single breath. “The bathroom,” he mumbled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. YN��s soft chuckle was a good sign, and it put the beginning of a smile on his face. “Not your best move, love. Imagine one of them would’ve gone in there to get a cool cloth or something. What a sight that would be…”

He may roll his eyes, but Stephen was glad that YN could already joke around. That had always been a good sign.

The sorcerer pressed another kiss to her neck before looking into her barely lit face. “Do you want to talk about it?” Slowly, she shook her head. He knew she would decline just now, but he had to ask nonetheless. “Can’t. Need the sun to be up.” Her illogical fear of getting dragged back into the hell that was the Red Room still present in her overworking mind, and she knew how stupid it was. But Stephen never had judged her, not one single second. “Of course,” he said, caressing her face. “How about a shower?” She nodded against his neck, where she buried her face now, and Stephen picked her up with ease to carry her into his former hiding spot.

And that’s where they spent almost an hour under the warm water jet, her eyes closed, while Stephen softly washed her hair and did her entire hair and skincare routine. It always amazed YN how much attention this man granted her alone and how much he seemed to adore her. It was mind-blowing, really, and she desperately wished that this would be something lasting an entire lifetime.

;

Holding hands like lovestruck teenagers, YN and Stephen walked through Greenwich Village to enjoy one of the loveliest golden fall days they had encountered in a long time. She loved seeing the man next to her in casual clothes – a long dark jeans, grey shirt, and a dark green cardigan – though she wasn’t sure what about it made him look so irresistible. Maybe it was the domesticity of it, the warm feeling of home, and the comforting knowledge that one was deeply loved and valued. Or perhaps it was just his good looks and the eyes full of envy thrown her way by nearly every woman they’d passed so far.

Stephen gingerly pulled her closer to his side and put her hand around his bicep, wanting her as close as possible. Everyone should know that this woman wasn’t just an acquaintance, a mere friend who just happened to walk with him in the same direction. He could see the looks full of longing and the visible drool on some male’s chins. It was only natural that he did something about it, so he bent down and pressed a lingering kiss on YN’s temple to show the world what they needed to know. He was glad that reporters didn’t try to bother them anymore.

At least one thing Tony’s existence is good for, Stephen thought cynical, but different from his thoughts, his mood shone as bright as the fall sun over their heads.

“What are you up for today?” YN beat him to this crucial question. “Lazy walks around the block? A trip to Belvedere Castle? Exploring the new exhibition at the Louvre?” Her eyes looked as bright as the sky above them, and if the world paid close attention to the sorcerer now, they would’ve bared witness to the softest of smiles they’d have ever seen. But the world was blind, so the smile full of adoration and utter wonder over how his life had turned only visible for the one woman in his life.

Humming deep in thought, Stephen pulled one of her hands, which were both settled around his arm and in the crook between bicep and elbow, up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ve heard there is a new patisserie only two blocks further which happens to sell chocolate strawberries,” the man suggested, and pride and satisfaction filled his chest and body at the sight of her round eyes and the radiant smile stretching across her lips.

His past self wouldn’t believe his eyes. During some days, even he had difficulties comprehending the change he went through in order to become as worthy as possible for the woman next to him. Still, he didn’t believe to be worthy enough and was convinced that better men were waiting for her, but he couldn’t let her go. He was, again, too selfish, but she seemingly didn’t mind.

Maybe the universe granted him the happy ending after all.

“Can we go there? Like… now? Immediately?” Grinning, Stephen nodded but didn’t think of using a portal. He needed to savor every single second he could get with her – just as she did with him. So they walked the two blocks, side by side, softly telling each other about their respective days and just basking in each other’s presence.

The idyll got suddenly destroyed as YN stopped dead in her tracks and stared over the busy street to her right. She needed to bent around Stephen because the stubborn man never let her walk next to the road if he was with her, but she was sure her peripheral vision hadn’t tricked her. And the Widow was right: on the other side were Clint and Nat, talking about something which made the archer laugh.

“Fuck,” was all she hissed for now, and even Stephen caught up to her observation. But he couldn’t form a single word because the woman had already grabbed his hand and pulled him to continue their route for now. Her eyes were trained on the opposite side of the road while she gracefully avoided collisions with every approaching passerby. The sorcerer didn’t know how exactly she did that, but maybe it was her own little magic trick. He only followed her, always alternating between looking to the other pair of Avengers and straight ahead to nudge YN in a different direction if necessary.

“We need to turn the next one,” YN decided at the sight of Nat and Clint waiting for the streetlight to turn green. “And we need to be faster.” As soon as the words had left her lips, Nat turned slightly and looked in their vague direction. “Stephen, now.” They dived behind a group of tourists and sneaked into an alleyway but didn’t stop. Instead, their steps increased in speed, and YN guided them through a labyrinth of hidden shortcuts, backyards, and a tremendous amount of turns and corners. “You definitely have Google Maps in that pretty head of yours,” the sorcerer decided after another complicated combination of turning and shortcutting, and YN chuckled cheerfully while he had lost track after the second corner. “The first premise is always to know your neighborhoods better than the content of your backpack. And since I’m spending almost more time here than at the compound, I believed it was time to know my way around – just in case.” Grinning, YN guided them through another alleyway, but now, they stepped onto one of the main streets of Greenwich Village, the Sanctum Sanctorum already in sight.

Stephen turned towards her and cocked an eyebrow. “But what’s with the chocolate strawberries?” YN softly shrugged and circled both arms around his neck; his hands almost immediately settled upon her jeans-clad hips, pushed underneath the long cardigan she had thrown over the old band shirt she wore and which was her pride and joy. She rubbed the tip of their noses against each other and kissed him quickly. “We can get them later. What about that trip to the Louvre? I’m tempted to bet that we won’t see any of their faces in Paris,” the Widow whispered temptingly against his lips, and if Stephen weren’t already sold, he would be now.

But before he released her out of his grasp, he bent his head lower to kiss her properly – one hand tangled in her soft hair while the other pulled her smaller body against his. Their lips moved in complete sync, eyes closed at the blissful feeling of warmth and butterflies, breathing labored, hearts beating rapidly against one another.

Smirking, Stephen ended the kiss with one last sweet peck. He wasn’t sure what had happened in the last two and a half years ever since that woman entered his life and turned everything upside down, but he never would want it any other way.

“Now, we can go,” he spoke with a raspy but tender voice, and the portal opened just behind him to lead the couple into the heart of the city of love. He held his hand open, so YN could take it what she did with a bright smile on her gorgeous face. “Madame.” She curtsied with a soft grin. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur.” The reply escaped her in flawless French as she stepped over the golden glittering threshold, and she pulled Stephen with her before the portal closed itself and released the couple into a carefree Parisian afternoon.

;

“Sometimes you have the greatest ideas,” YN sighed, stomach full and on an endorphin high with all the sugar and love in her system. Stephen stretched his long, toned body over the comforter laying atop his four-poster bed, head propped up on one hand, eyes locked on the woman on the other side of the mattress, the remnants of their small indoor picnic between them. “Only sometimes, hm?” He teased her, and YN laughed wholeheartedly while taking one of the napkins and throwing it in the vague direction of his smirking face. “Oh, stop it,” she grinned before stealing the last chocolate strawberry and plopping the sweet fruit between her lips. Moaning, she chewed with closed eyes and let herself fall back into the pillows. “Best thing there is on this planet.”

His hand moved softly through the air, from left to right, his scarred pointer and ring finger sticking out while the rest was balled to a half-fist, and suddenly, the picnic disappeared. The sorcerer knew it would find its way onto the kitchen counter left from the sink. But he didn’t concern himself with the whereabouts of the dishes because as soon as the magic was executed, Stephen rolled himself on top of YN, arms resting next to her face so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight.

“You’re really trying to insult me even more?” It was only a rumble against her lips, and now it was her to smirk up to the sorcerer. “Yes, because I know what those tiny hits do to you – and what it will bring me,” she whispered back before kissing him softly, the sound of heavy raindrops loud on the windows of the Sanctum.

They had planned for a picnic in Central Park, far away from the privacy-invading eyes of nosy New Yorkers and tourists as soon as they lay eyes on the two Avengers. The forecast had been perfect all week long, but then, just after they had gotten ready and opened the doors of the grand building in Greenwich Village, the sky opened its gates, and the heaviest fall downpour in the history of New York made its appearance. Other people would’ve been crushed – other people as in YN – but Stephen didn’t graduate with honors when he would own nothing but simple-mindedness. He had wrapped YN in his arm, brought her back inside, and with a few flicks of his hands, the master bedroom was prepared for a cozy day indoors. They had watched numerous episodes of Golden Girls – YN loved the sitcom ever since encountering it during her post-Red Room recovery under the watchful eye of SHIELD – and she had even etched Stephen to play one of his old interviews for the prestigious Medical Journal. He didn’t like to dive into his old life, but he loved to watch the evident fascination on his girl’s face at the sight of his accomplishments. Stephen was nothing but a sucker for praise coming from this woman.

The feeling of her soft hands on the nape of his neck and her fingernails gently carding through the short hair there was everything Stephen needed or wanted in his life. It reminded him of his childhood, which barely happens anymore, but with her, everything felt light and bright, just as it did back then. Her chuckle at the feeling of his goatee tickling her lips was the sound he almost loved the most. It ranked somewhere between the tiredly mumbled I love you, Stephen when she was on the brink of sleep and the nicknames she used to call him. Nobody had believed that Stephen was a softy, he at the very least. But he was, and he didn’t want to change a thing about it.

“Thank you,” YN whispered between pecks of his lips and rubbed their noses against each other. She loved doing that. It always gave her a heart attack, for sure, especially when Stephen looked at her like he did now – as if she was the most important and gorgeous being on this planet – but it reminded her that her life was a different one now, filled with soft touches and warmth. There was still violence in it, definitely, but it was the good kind of violence. A violence born in the attempts to make earth a safer place, which was the entire opposite of her upbringing and early adulthood. And the man atop of her was a crucial part of it, and she loved every second. “For what?” His question almost got lost in the kiss they shared, lips moving more heated against one another while the tip of YN's tongue teased his soft bottom lip. YN shrugged and let Stephen roll over the mattress and, simultaneously, pull her on top of him. She propped her arms on his broad, strong chest - one of her preferred places on earth - and peppered his chin with soft kisses while searching for the right words. “For showing me love and how it is to be loved, and for always reminding me that this is my life now and not a dream I will wake up from one day and find myself back at square one. You’re completing me, love.” Her last words were barely a whisper, still too shy and insecure about expressing the depths of her feelings for this man, even though they had enough reasons to already know about them.

She was always scared of pushing him away with the intensity of her emotions as if her soul tried to compensate her for all those years without them, and YN probably would be scared for the rest of her life, even though no one had left her so far. Quiet the contrary. She had gained friends and an unexpected family, lifelong companions, and a relationship meant to be until her last day on earth, whenever that might be.

Smiling up to her, Stephen kissed her a second and a third time right after that, his fingers pushing soft strands of her hair out of her face with the beautifully blushed cheeks and behind her ear. "No, darling," he said lovingly and tenderly caressed the side of her face. Instantly, YN leaned into his touch, and Stephen thought his heart might explode right in this instant. "Don't thank me for that. You deserve every ounce of love I, and everyone else, can give you. And don't try to deny it. I know it's true." He looked up to her with seriousness in his bright blue eyes, capturing YN instantly like they always did. The couple just laid there, gazing into each other's eyes, before the woman on top of him cracked a small, shy smile and gently caressed his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. "You are a wonder, Stephen Vincent Strange," she whispered, blunt wonder and amazement evident in her soft voice. "I will thank the universe for the rest of my life for the path it had put me on." Now it was Stephen who felt the blood rushing swiftly into his cheeks, and clearing his throat, he chuckled awkwardly, not sure how to handle the emotions now rushing through his consciousness.

Whatever she is doing to us, don't let it stop, and don't you dare ruin it, a warning voice spoke somewhere in his head, and the sorcerer almost snorted audibly. As if he would ever destroy the safe haven these two had created together in a world where peace was sometimes hard to find and even harder to hold onto and preserve. He would be quite the idiot if he'd pushed or scared YN away. But to his very luck, this woman was as fearless as an amazon, born out of the stories of ancient times when gods walked the earth and granted individuals the power to conquer anything.

She owned that force of nature within her delicate body.

The fingertips of one hand had started to slowly stroke over the length of her spine, while his other hand had found its home on her right cheek, cupping the soft skin and smiling as YN turned her head to kiss his palm. "I'm not good with words, you know that, but the feeling is mutual, darling. I never had luck with relationships of any kind and nature, never knowing what to do and what was expected from me. But finding you was the greatest gift life could ever grant me because we're learning this together, experiencing everything together, without judgment and accusations if something goes wrong. This-," Stephen placed a gentle peck on the tip of her nose, "-us, is my safe haven. You are my safe haven. I don't need more." A grin formed on her face, and she cocked an eyebrow, doubtingly, and the sorcerer sighed and chuckled. "Well, plus some space for my books," he added, and YN laughed as well. "And for all of your suits and ties. Not to mention the space Cloaky demands in your closet over there."

Pulling her even closer to him - if that was even possible - Stephen growled lowly in his chest before pulling YN's face closer to his to steal another heated kiss. "I'm trying to express my feelings for you, woman, and all you do is continue to insult me. It's not the proper response." Now it was her to steal a kiss from him, and he felt the grin on his lips. "When did you ever care for properness and social expectations, Mr. Strange?" Stephen grinned a devilish smile before he moved his head to start nipping at the soft skin of her exposed neck. "No one had ever spoken truer words, but it still is Doctor Strange, my darling love, even for you."

YN couldn't fight the urgent need to let her eyes fall shut at the tingling feeling that Stephen's lips and teeth on her skin created in the pit of her stomach, and a deep sigh, suspiciously resembling an excited moan, escaped her.

But the mood was ruined faster than hurricane Katrina had reached the North American shore.

The sound of hurried steps, loud voices, and an overall hectic group of intruders let the couple look up and straight to the massive wooden door of the bedroom. YN didn't even have the time to roll off Stephen to find the perfect hiding spot - she already had a few spots in mind - because the familiar sound of voices let her freeze for a moment too long.

What is Tony doing here?! And is that... Steve's voice?

Her mind screamed question after question, and just as the steps reached the floor of their shared bedroom, Stephen did something she would never have expected to be on his mind, or he even dared to think of: He opened a portal right at the edge of the four poster bed and threw her an apologetic look. Her own eyes went wide, and YN shook her head - slowly at first until it became faster and harder with every passing heartbeat. "No. Don't you fucking da-...!" But it was too late because just as the Widow tried to finish the threat laying on the tip of her tongue, Stephen pushed her off his body, off the bed, and straight into the portal.

YN hated the feeling of falling - he knew that fucking well! - and a shriek fought its way out of her throat until she hit the edge of her own bed in her room at the compound. She felt and heard a crack as her back hit the edge of the mattress because this obnoxious, massive, and idiotic specimen of a moron had miscalculated everything, and she hung upside down on the furniture. Her arms were stretched over her head, hands resting on the carpet laying in front of her bed to prevent icy feet in the morning, and a groan escaped her as soon as her back started to protest vehemently.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The portal was long closed, but YN felt the urge to scream her frustration out in the open before another groan left her.

"Fuck."

Stephen knew very well that he had a lot of making up to do after what he had just done, but they had never been this close to getting caught by the remaining team, who was still painfully unaware of the couple underneath them.

"Why do you barge into my home on a Saturday afternoon? Are you feeling lonely, Stark? Sorry to break it to you, but I'm neither your wife nor your boyfriend, which you brought here as well, what a surprise. Rogers." The two men, plus Wong and Wanda, almost stumbled over themselves as they pushed open the door and entered his bedroom, just as the portal had closed itself after one movement of his hand. Too close, reminded the voice in his head, and Stephen knew that YN and he had to discuss this very prominent issue in their lives.

The arriving Avengers composed themselves again before Tony spoke up. "If you would have been so kind and answered the thirty-six calls and messages, we wouldn't have to come all the way here, Gandalf. But as you obviously fucked up your phone, because I can't think of another reason for not answering, we had to come to pick you up like a damn lost kid at the information counter in a mall." His gaze didn't even flicker to the phone resting atop the bedside table. The sorcerer had put it in flight mode to have some uninterrupted hours with his girl, but that little habit of his bit them both in the ass. They really needed to talk about the whole ordeal. "So, swing your lazy ass out of this bed and do your job. Earth called to get rescued again."

And with that, Tony left, leaving a sighing Steve behind, while Wanda observed Stephen too closely for his liking. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow, challenging her with a glare to keep doing that, and the witch started to smile a small smile before following Tony down the grand staircase. After a "We should get going" from America's Golden Boy, he left as well, leaving only Wong and Stephen in his room. The other sorcerer shrugged with an expression almost describable as apologizing, and he shook his head before changing into his blue robes with a looping motion of his hand and a snap of his fingers.

Cloaky was right at his side and put itself on his shoulders but pushed the sorcerer to a sudden halt as it motioned into the direction where the portal to YN's bedroom had closed a few moments ago. "We'll check on her, I promise." The ancient artifact seemed pleased for the moment, but Stephen dreaded the future encounter with his girlfriend because he could already imagine her words and could vividly picture the scene unfolding in front of him a few hours later.

And he was right.

After a successful mission filled with otherworldly beings - the reason why 80% of the attending team had been able to handle magic - Stephen returned with the others to the compound and delivered his report before slipping away. He needed to find YN to evaluate the damage he had caused with his little stunt, and he obviously wasn't the only one with that thought because the red fabric around his shoulders parted from his master to fly a few steps ahead, even though it didn't know where they should head.

Looking up toward the corridor's ceiling, Stephen contemplated if it was a thoughtful idea to ask Tony's AI. The Stark was nothing but thorough, so it wouldn't surprise the sorcerer if the douchebag made notes after each and every day about what each team member had asked. But he had to take the risk if he didn't want to waste countless hours searching the vast compound by foot.

"FRIDAY? It's FRIDAY, isn't it?" He had never used the AI, not a single time, even though he had been part of this circus for longer than he liked to admit. "How can I be of assistance, Doctor Strange?" At least she doesn't sound like Tony himself, was all Stephen could think at that moment because it would be so typical for this self-loving prick. "Are you able to locate people inside the building?"

Meanwhile, he continued walking without a destination yet. "That is indeed part of my abilities. Who do you wish to locate?" He turned a corner and found himself in front of an elevator, Cloaky already levitating in front of it. "YN," it was almost a mumble, but the AI still understood him. Thinking about it in more detail, Stephen really didn't want to know what FRIDAY could hear inside the personal rooms of the Avengers.

Maybe Tony never took notes because if he would, there was not even the slight possibility that he didn't know about them - and Stephen would be long strangled in a random corner of the compound.

"Miss LN is currently on the second floor, gym 03." The elevator immediately opened its door and Cloaky floated inside, beckoning Stephen to follow it with an almost annoyingly raise of its fabric's edge. Sometimes the sorcerer wasn't sure if the Cloak of Levitation still saw him as its master or if he preferred YN over him. Sometimes it even felt like it was their child and had decided to be a mama's kid after hanging long enough at its father's heels.

Maybe he felt a bit betrayed, yes.

"Thank you, FRIDAY." Stephen could be polite if he wanted. "A pleasure, Doctor Strange."

And with that, the elevator closed and brought him to the second floor to face the mess he had made.

He only had sat one foot on the floor, and the distinct sound of metal rushing through the air reached his ears. Swallowing thickly, Stephen followed the artifact, now knowing where it had to rush in order to check on its favorite person, while the sorcerer dreaded to enter the gym, where YN clearly handled pointy and sharp objects.

Probably with a picture of your face pinned against the bull's eye.

A throwing knife hit the target with a dull sound at the moment Stephen entered the gym, and he could see that YN had already drawn the next one out of the holster at her thigh. She flipped it gracefully in her hand, without even sparing one glance at it. He couldn't tell if she looked particularly angry or just tired, but at the sight of her next throw, he knew that something was off - and he would bet the last bits of his former fortune that it had to do with him. But Cloaky cleared the field for now and saved him from being punctured as it wrapped itself around her shoulders and almost lovingly nuzzled itself against her cheeks.

YN turned to him, cocking an eyebrow and casually playing with the delicate knife between her skillful fingers. "Look who's man enough to show up," the Widow smirked while patting the red fabric around her shoulders. Stephen stepped in her direction but stopped abruptly as the former assassin swiftly spun around and threw the last knife. She was already turned back to face him as the weapon was still mid-air and Stephen stared in utmost wonder as it hit the bull's eye nonetheless.

"You wanted to say something, darling?"

Her sweet smile couldn't fool the sorcerer, and the blunt show of her skill was nothing that scared him because he was certain of one fact: They would both never hurt the other, not even in their furriest rage.

But this game could be played by two.

With a barely visual flick of his right hand, Stephen gained a hold of her body without touching her and pulled her the last couple of steps to him until their bodies stood pressed against each other in the room. He wrapped an arm around her waist and started to play with her braided hair with the other hand.

"I came to apologize."

YN lifted the other brow. Even though they were in a pretty healthy relationship, it didn't happen every week that Stephen Strange uttered those words or even the magical sentence I am sorry which automatically implied that he admitted he did something wrong. That's why she waited patiently, hands resting on his upper abdomen.

A sigh left him. “I only had your best intentions in mind, primarily because we never talked about how to approach the topic in front of the others, and I figured you would preferrer to crack it to them in a more… neutral environment than our bedroom.” She hummed in agreement but still waited. Stephen eyed her face and let go of her braid to cup her cheek softly. “I am sorry, darling,” he whispered now, and after a deep breath, YN nodded. “Okay. But don’t you dare do that ever again, especially if your mind isn’t fully focused because I don’t feel the need to hit the edge of my bed a second time. My back still hurts, you moron.” And with that, she raised one arm to hit the back of his head softly with an open palm, but it was enough to convey the message.

Instantly, a worried expression settled on his handsome face, and the hand resting on her lower back started to trace her spine underneath the red fabric of the cloak that now clumsily caressed her other cheek. Stephen put pressure on his touch, feeling every vertebra pressing unyieldingly against his fingertips, and Stephen observed her face almost painfully close. She didn’t move a muscle, but he witnessed the slight furrow of her forehead and brows as his fingertips reached the middle of her back, where her spine gently curved.

Right at the lumbar curve, between L2 and L3, he thought while his fingertips continued the pressure in various places. It’s probably the ligament between.

“Does it hurt when I release the pressure?” His question was softly spoken, and YN still looked up to him, eyeing his face attentively. She cocked her head from one side to the other. “Kind of? It’s probably just the bruise, nothing to worry about. But hey, now we know that the bed frame is exceptionally sturdy.” YN grinned up at him, but Stephen only shook his head before taking her hand in his. “We’re going to the med bay to check you out, right now,” he decided, and the sorcerer’s mind was made up.

When it came to her, he needed to be 100% sure that everything was okay.

But they didn’t come far. Instead, they stopped dead in their tracks as the couple faced Peter and Scott, both staring at them with wide eyes after they had processed the meaning of interlaced fingers. Peter started to grin while Scott’s expression didn’t resemble joy over the newly found love. YN knew that mischievous look in his eyes, the glimmer of a stupid idea developing in his mind. “Scott…,” the Widow spoke warningly, but this son of an ant chuckled before spinning around and starting to run. “I will revel in your embarrassment, YNN!” He shouted over his shoulder, but YN couldn’t let that happen. She stopped holding Stephen’s hand, and the sorcerer couldn’t utter a single word before his girlfriend bolted right after the other Avenger. “And I will revel in your screams filled with pain and agony after I broke your flat ass, Lang!” Her angry words traveled over the corridor, and now it was only Peter and Stephen facing each other.

The young man started to grin again after the confusion and surprise had vanished from his face. “I am really happy for-…” But Stephen only needed to shake his head to one side to let him fall silent again. “Don’t, Parker,” was all he said before following the path YN and Scott had taken, the young hero hot on his heels.

This was certainly not how he had thought everyone would find out about them, and he had already played with images of Scott dangling over a cliff or freezing his ass off at the foot of Mount Everest within his mind. It wasn’t himself who the sorcerer was concerned – he couldn’t give less shit on the other’s opinion about him. But he knew how much it meant to YN because this bunch of mostly idiots was her family. Not by blood but by choice, and Stephen had never intended to overshadow anything about that. Now he feared that everyone would give her a hard time and what that would mean for her mental health.

Stephen was nothing but an over-worryingly boyfriend.

With a sigh, he followed the sound of steps and canceled Peter’s voice out entirely because he couldn’t handle all these questions now or ever. He liked the kid, he was a decent human after all, but his rambling nature wasn’t something Stephen particularly enjoyed. Instead, he focused on the shouting and watched after rounding the last corner as the catastrophe unfolded in front of his eyes.

First-row seats for your own downfall, wonderful.

YN panted heavily while hanging on Scott’s back to try and hold his gossiping mouth shut, but he was too used to it with a daughter at home. So, the inevitable happened only seconds later.

“YNN and Harry Potter are a thing!”

Immediately, the entire living area was silent as a grave, every movement ceased, and every single pair of eyes turned to Scott and the other arriving parties.

YN slowly slid off his back and threw Ant-Man a death glare – she would definitely try and step on him during one of their next missions – but she swallowed thickly at the stares moving between her and a certain someone somewhere behind her. The Widow knew that Stephen was here because she could feel his body temperature in her back only a heartbeat later, before his hands settled on her shoulders, softly stroking them with his thumbs.

Nat was the first to speak. “Well, that’s a surprise.” Clint cocked an eyebrow and threw Peter an approving nod. “You were right. Good ears, kid.”

Stephen felt as if he could touch her boiling anxiety under his fingertips and bent down to press a tender kiss to her temple while Steve marched a few steps in their direction before stopping again. His eyes searched her face, tried to read her mind, and settled on the sorcerer to evaluate the situation. But he spoke to YN. “Is he treating you right?” The woman didn’t need to think for even a second. “Better than the Queen of England,” she answered without hesitation, and Steve could see the tender expression in her worrying eyes. So he gave one nod of approval and settled back into the armchair.

Tony, on the other hand, seemed not pleased at all. He marched to the couple and weaseled his way past YN to shove Stephen a few inches back. “First, you insult her at every given occasion, and then you have the audacity to fuck her and play happy family?! Is your ego this massive?!” The Widow had spun around the second he had reached Stephen and had touched him, but instead of relying on violence, she grasped his wrist in a soft hold. She urged him with a pull to turn to her, to look at her and not to Stephen, but her face wasn’t as sweet as her touch. The Stark could clearly see the burning fire behind those irises who once had looked up to him with a terrified expression, unsure of what to expect after being finally her own person and having her very own life.

“You know I love you like the brother I never had, Tons, but if you touch him again, I have to kick your ass, and not even your precious suits will safe you then.”

YN didn’t have to raise her voice to convey the meaning to everyone, but especially Tony, because the Stark swallowed dryly. He had never thought to once be on the other side of the situation – not standing next to her and listening with utmost joy and pride as she threatened others but being the target of said threat. It was an unpleasant feeling, and he didn’t want to imagine how unpleasant it must be to feel her full wrath.

Meanwhile, Stephen stood there, a tender expression settling on his face – an expression never seen before by the others which threw them almost off their feet – and a pleased smile on his lips. “That’s my girl,” he told no one in particular in a mumble. YN heard it, though, and started to smile before throwing Tony one last warning glare and leaving him to stand next to her sorcerer again. “To make it official,” she raised her voice and gestured to Stephen, who already had his arm wrapped around her waist again. “May I introduce you to my boyfriend of one and a half years, Stephen Strange?”

The team’s eyes almost popped out of their holes at the mention of how long this had been going on behind all their backs, and Sam chuckled. “Never accept missions again which require detective skills. We suck at it,” he stated the obvious, while Steve almost choked on his coffee. “And I once called her my best friend.” YN grinned at him and shrugged softly. “I know what a gossip you can be with the right people around you, so… sorry, sweets,” she apologized, and Steve looked at her with a tender expression nonetheless. “I’m just happy that you’re happy. It always was the one thing I wished for you to find.”

Looking up to Stephen, who battled Tony in a glaring contest, a small but loving smile tucked on her lips, she nodded before turning back to Steve, who seemed more than content at the view of his best friend. “I am, Stevie. I really am.” Those words almost got swallowed by Tony’s exaggerated scoff, but Steve had the advantage of super soldier hearing, so he only smiled and didn’t stop observing the new couple while Bucky settled next to him. “She still will be your best friend, punk. Don’t go all brotherly tears now because your baby sister is grown up and finds her own life,” he chuckled while patting his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Tony stared YN dead in the eye. “If he ever hurts you, I will end him personally. He only has to raise his voice in front of you, and I’m on my way. If his ego tries some bullshit, give me a call.” And turned to Stephen, he told sternly: “She has my number saved in her favorites.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I can remove said number out of my favorites. Plus, he is on this list, too.” And with that, she pointed to Stephen right next to her. Tony scrunched up his face. “Urgh, then please, I beg you, put me off that list if he is on there.”

“You are an absolute ass without reason.”

“Born like that.”

“It’s a shitty character trait. Do I need to call Pepper?”

Now, Tony stared down at her challenging face and gulped. “No…?” He morphed the one syllable into a question before raising both hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. I approve of this relationship.” The sorcerer scoffed. “We don’t need your stamp of approval,” he clarified, and YN warningly rubbed over his back. “We only told you because YN considers all of you family and didn’t want to lose you. So, toughen up, Stark, and swallow the bitter pill so we can move on from here because this woman deserves a dinner in the comfort of our bed and some episodes of Golden Girls after this day.”

She couldn’t comprehend his words because suddenly, Nat stood in front of her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She wrapped both arms around the fellow Widow and felt the redhead’s lips pressing soft kisses over her head. They may be close in age, but YN had always been the little sister in this relationship. “Thank you for choosing us as your family, Солнышко 1,” (1: little sun) Nat spoke in the soft tone entirely reserved for her most favorite people. “Thank you for accepting me, сестра 2.” (2: sister)

Nat squeezed her shoulder before letting go of her, and the Widow turned back to Stephen, one brow raised. “You said something about Golden Girls?” The sorcerer showed his signature smirk, and while a portal started to open in his back, he grabbed YN around her hips and threw her over his shoulder. A squeal escaped the surprised woman, but a laugh followed close, and grinning, she waved the other Avengers while Stephen carried her over the threshold of the portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum.

“Don’t you dare call or text us in the next 48 hours, Stark!”

This was a wild ride, wow. pt. 2 is finally here! I hope you enjoyed reading it :3 I really loved writing those two parts. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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jester-lover · 1 year

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SLENDERVERSE CHARACTERS: giving you a hug!! (Everyman HYBRID ver.)

Warnings: BLOOD, fluff, lore spoilers, mentions of violence, habit

Characters featured: Vinny, Jeff, Evan, Damsel/Stephanie, Alex, HABIT, Slenderman

Vinny Everyman

Bear hug, every time

Homie doesn’t even think, he just sees you and pounces

He’s so warm too

Industrial space heater

Cuddles get a lil tough because of that

He’s so sweet though

Always loosens his grip if he thinks you’re getting uncomfortable

Will accidentally hit his glasses on yours's (if you have them)

“You’re finally here!”

Jeff Koval

At the beginning of your relationship, he’s anxious towards affection

But when he’s comfortable, he’s comfortable

Will be behind with you at every moment he gets weirdly paranoid, hugging you close

Sometimes, when he gets so anxious he can’t sleep, he’ll stay up so late it’ll mess up his sleep schedule, he’s very affectionate when he’s sleepy

“I’m so tired, please don’t let go of me.”

Evan

Before HABIT, he’s really your average college kid

Hugs before and after classes

Smiles at you during any classes you share (not a thought in his head)

He’s rather short, so usually he’s resting his head on your shoulder, but if you are even shorter, he’s definitely putting his head on top of yours

Holds you whenever you watch movies together or play video games

After HABIT, it all changes

He’s so terrified of hurting you he backs away, he’s no longer affectionate because he feels like he can’t trust his own body

This is where you step up, you reassure him that he is still deserving of love and support

He breaks down in your arms, everything is going to be okay

Even for a little while

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what’s real.”

Stephanie

(Could not find a gif of her:(

In my own opinion, damsel/Stephanie seems to be a bit more of a serious character, one who is hunting down Slender without a laugh in sight

She’s a sucker for hugs, especially if she wants to calm down after a tough day

Will be so happy if you hug her while she’s painting (be aware that you will have paint on you)

Has off days, usually when her nightmares get worse

It’s better to leave her alone on those days, she just wants to cry in frustration

After she feels better, she’ll give you a hug and ask to draw something with her

“Keep your pencil there, the shadows aren’t deep enough.”

Alex Koval

Since Alex is another character we know little about, I have read his wiki and rewatched his appearances in the series, I will choose to portray him as the more timid Koval brother, one who is haunted by the events in his life. If you don’t like this characterization, please consider leaving suggestions for a better characterization, I’m always open to kind criticism.

Alex has never been in a relationship as serious as he has with you.

He holds you so dear to his heart, it almost hurts him every time he sees you go

Alex tends to talk to himself a lot, he gets picked on a lot by his colleagues for his strange behavior

But not you, you never pick on him

You are soft and kind to him, he hasn’t felt like this before

He holds you, unless the thing by his bedside is near, he gets strangely, almost aggressively distant when the scratches start appearing

One day, when you finally break and ask him why he won’t give you affection anymore, he shows his scars to you

He tells you he won’t let it happen to you

“You mean more than anything, you can’t get hurt. I won’t let it hurt you.”

HABIT

Absolute little degenerate

Homie will jump on you the second you walk through the door

Will go off about everything he’s done that day, even if you want to hear it or not

Definitely hogs the bed, will not give you an INCH of blanket, he also grips on to you like you’re gonna fly away

I’m so sorry if you like cooking, he will come up behind you and scare you before hugging you

On a more positive note, he deeply enjoys dancing around in the kitchen, Frank Sinatra playing in the background, it’s one of the few times the both of you feel content

“Humans are so soft.”

Slenderman

My depiction of Everyman Hybrid slender is a slightly more modern creature than a puritan eldritch, like, he’s still been around (and smart) for a long time, but he’s learned to stick with the times. This also helps me put together some of his hijinks in the series.

He does not give hugs !!!

He is pure evil !!!!

But I choose to ignore that !!

He has extremely long limbs perfect for hugging

Def will make you climb him like a tree to hug you though, out of spite

He also is a gentleman who will always ask for your consent before initiating larger displays of affection

Plays music while you cuddle, but not like classical, he listens to the smiths.

Look at him and tell me this isn’t a Smiths fan

If you give him a lil kiss he’ll be very happy it’s heartwarming

“*silence*”

Thank you for reading! I’ll be working on creepypasta content too, Laughing Jack is on the list (my personal favorite), but I need recommendations!! Who would you like to see in future posts regarding creepypasta?

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herotome · 8 months

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Finally-official-devlog #112

Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.

Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-

This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭

On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:

And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--

Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~

And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?

Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...

Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.

Here's a still of the effect btw:

Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!

Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.

I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).

I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).

I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.

Here's yet another gif of icons in action...

Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.

Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...

... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?

This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:

Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!

The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.

Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...

And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.

And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:

vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"

...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...

down to these lines, to make my future life easier:

default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]

text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"

Two!!! lines!!!!!

🎊

Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!

...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.

PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!

youtube

Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!

ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,

wudge (again)

#herotome update #interactive fiction #oelvn #visual novel #otome game #english otome #otome #amare game #amare #amareteabreak #indie otome #indie dev #indie game #Youtube

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting

Notes: I told you I had the next chapters ready to go. Enjoy! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 6 << Masterlist >> Epilogue

Making a sensory deprivation tank wasn’t in your plans today, but here you were with the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce, and Hopper separating into teams to prepare it. You were paired with Joyce and Eleven to help her prepare for the tank.

“Where can we find goggles in this school?” Joyce asked you and you pointed to a classroom at the end of the hallway.

“That way is where the science classroom is. You will easily find goggles there. I’ll come find you after I get Eleven something to eat to regain some of her strength.”

You left Joyce and Eleven as you headed in the opposite direction towards the kitchen area. Walking through these halls made you almost nostalgic as you remembered your time spent here. It wasn’t any different than high school, kids were mean, and teachers were too strict, but right now you longed for the lost innocence of your old self.

You stepped into the kitchen and tried hard to find something a little edible in this nightmare of a kitchen. You ended up opening a refrigerator to find probably hundreds of puddings in there. You grabbed two of those and the cleanest spoon you could find and made your way back to the classroom where you found Joyce and Eleven sitting on two chairs facing each other. Joyce was busy covering the goggles with tape as you walked in, grabbed another chair, and sat down with them.

“Here, I hope it’s not spoiled.” you joked and opened the pudding for her and held it out for her along with the spoon. She sent you a small smile and started eating it. You turned your attention to Joyce who was just finishing up the goggles.

“You think this will be good enough?” she held them up for you to see.

“Yeah, they should be able to let her concentrate better.”

“Great…” she looked at Eleven for a moment. The girl was eating the dessert fast and before you knew it she was reaching for the other one. You both smiled at her, making you miss Joyce’s eyes now on you “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” your head whipped in her direction.

“When you guys found her, you should have said something to us.” Joyce’s words were so sincere, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

You smiled and looked at her shaking your head a bit “You were focused on Will… And she looked so scared around me at the beginning, I didn’t want to bring more adults before we had completely gained her trust.” Joyce understood, but she still felt bad that you had to deal with all this before she learned more about this case. It was just her motherly instincts kicking in. Almost losing Will forever made her feel empty, and she didn’t want to feel it again with any of you.

“Just know that you can always come to me for anything.” her smile made your lips turn upwards as well, taking her hand in yours.

“I will.”

“Finished.” Eleven’s words pulled you towards her and you grabbed the empty cups, getting off your seat to go throw them into the bin. In the meantime, Joyce was talking to Eleven about the goggles.

“Okay, great. So, this should keep it dark for you. Just like in your bathtub.” she stopped for a moment to take a good look at the little girl “You’re a very brave girl. You know that don’t you? Everything you’re doing for my boy… for Will… for my family… Thank you.” you returned to your chair and watched as they held hands “Listen. I am gonna be there with you the whole time. We both will. And if it ever gets too scary in that place, just let us know, okay?” you nodded at her words and waited for El’s answer.

“Yes.”

“Ready?” you spoke up.

“Ready.”

The three of you made your way back to the gymnasium where the others had set up the pool. Everything was ready for her. You took your seat in between Dustin and Lucas as you all watched the young girl put on the goggles, enter the pool, and relax her body to float.

You can feel your anxiety kicking in, the silence around the room making it worse while you wait for something, anything to happen.

The lights started flickering above you before turning off completely, darkness surrounding you.

Not much time passed when Eleven’s voice filled the gymnasium and the lights started flickering again. But you didn’t care. Your entire focus was on Eleven and the word she whispered, the name ‘Barbara’.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked, her voice filled with fear, begging for good news. But all of your hopes were let down when the girl before you started repeating the word ‘gone’ each time getting louder and louder. Tears filled your eyes as they fell to the ground. Your friend was gone, you would never see her again.

You could hear Joyce reassuring Eleven, her screaming easing down, but you still couldn’t look up, like a weight keeping your head down. A hand covered yours and squeezed it tight, pulling you out of your trance. Dustin was looking at you with his big eyes and you used your strength to nod, silently telling him ‘thank you’.

Both your heads turned back to Eleven who had now found Will at Castle Byers. The realization that at least Will was okay, allowed you to take a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had gathered underneath your eyes.

“You tell him… Tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.” Joyce said to her and Eleven repeated the words. The static coming from the radio stopped for a moment when a single word came through.

“Hurry.” you gasped as you heard Will’s voice, weak and small, but it was his.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to- to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.” Joyce was on the peak of tears after hearing her son’s voice.

You could hear Eleven reassuring Will when she suddenly stopped speaking, whimpers now only coming from the radio. El shot up from her lying position, breaking any connection with the Upside Down. She was crying but she was okay. Joyce took her in her arms and tried to calm her down.

The girl ended up cuddling in a blanket, sitting with the rest of the kids, while Hopper and Joyce started making plans, Jonathan helping them, when you realized that Nancy wasn’t in here with you, you silently made your way outside.

You found her outside the room, sitting on the ground and leaning her back on the wall, her knees brought up to her chest. She looked sad and lonely. You knew all you could offer her right now was just your presence. You couldn’t make her happy or less worried or angry at herself because you were in the same situation. You had both lost a friend, a best friend in Nancy’s case.

But the brunette didn’t care about words of empathy, she just didn’t want to be alone, so as soon as you sat beside her she hugged your form as tight as she could, praying that nothing else bad would happen to any of you.

Being in Nancy’s arms brought back all the emotions you felt when you heard the word ‘gone’ from Eleven’s mouth “I’m so sorry, Nance.” you fought back the tears in your eyes as you hugged her tighter.

“I’m sorry too.” her voice whispered in your ear.

You spent a good while just holding each other, your head ending up on her shoulder when Jonathan walked out of the gymnasium and spotted you. You watched as he made his way towards you and sat next to Nancy, the comfortable silence lasting for only a moment longer before Nancy spoke up.

“We have to go back to the station.”

“What?” you and Jonathan said in unison, your own head leaving the comfort of her shoulder as you sat up straight.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. We can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t.” you all knew she was right. Hopper and Joyce haven’t seen this thing and for all you could know more of these monsters could be down there. The least you could do was distract one of them, possibly, hopefully, even kill it.

“So, the plan’s still on?” you knew what the answer was going to be, but you had to make sure you were all on the same page.

“I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.” Nancy answered you.

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You left without saying a word to the kids. You knew if you had gone back to the gymnasium, they would have wanted to join your task and there was no way in hell you were even having that conversation. So, you didn’t say goodbye to Dustin, which meant you also couldn’t die during this madness of a plan, because you really couldn’t leave without telling him a final goodbye.

Your first stop was at the station, taking back the stuff Hopper had taken out of Jonathan’s car. Then you headed straight to his house. The first thing on the plan was to put back on the bulbs of the hundred little Christmas lights Joyce had put up. After that, you had to take care of the weapon equipment. Nancy had her gun with her, but unfortunately for you, the Byers didn’t have any other weapons inside the house, so you decided to use that and help Jonathan get creative with the baseball bat they had, putting nails all over it. For your protection, you had a couple of knives that you carried with you. Sure, they were small, but you had good aim.

You watched Jonathan carefully place the bear trap in the hallway, helping him when he needed it. The final step was to pour gasoline all over the hallway, stopping just at the living room’s entrance where you placed a chair and the yo-yo that was connected all the way to Will’s room. After all the preparations, the three of you gathered around in a circle, each of you holding a knife.

“Remember.”

“Straight into Will’s room. And-” Nancy said before Jonathan spoke again.

“Don’t step on the trap.” your friend’s eyes fell on you.

“Wait for the yo-yo to move.” you finished and held his gaze.

“Then…” he lights up his lighter for just a second, before bringing his focus back on the task at hand “All right. You ready?”

“Ready.” you and Nancy say, holding up your blades, a small hint of apprehension rising inside you.

“On three. One. Two… You don’t have to do this.” Jonathan must have noticed your shaking hand closing in on your free palm.

“Jonathan, stop talking.” Nancy told him.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to-”

“Three.” you said determined and you grazed your palm as much as you had to draw out blood, to draw the monster to you. Nancy and Jonathan followed along, and the room filled with your gasps of pain. You dropped the blade on the table next to you and rushed to grab the bandages, tightening them around your hand to stop the bleeding. Nancy came over to help you tighten the fabric around your hand, waiting for her own turn.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your thoughts were interrupted by a creaking sound.

“Did you hear that?” Nancy asked the three of you. She and Jonathan were sitting together on the couch as she was helping him with his cut. You were sitting on the opposite side of the room, playing with your blade after cleaning it, and calming yourself down before everything happened.

“It’s just the wind. Don’t worry.” he said to the both of you with a soft voice “My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” Nancy questioned.

“Blink. Think of them as alarms.” he explained.

“Like when El uses her powers.” you thought out loud. Your eyes connected with Jonathan’s and his look made you stare back down on your hands. Mentioning Eleven’s name right now reminded you of everything you kept from them, from your friend who was so desperately trying to find his brother, oblivious to the fact that you knew the entire time. You felt guilty and embarrassed, but you swallowed down any unwanted feelings for now. The sudden knocking on the door certainly helped get your mind off of things as it startled all of you.

“Shit…” the curse left your lips while your heartbeat peaked up.

“Jonathan! Are you there, man? It’s… It’s Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!” Harrington’s voice was clearly heard through the door, only making you question whether it was true, or the gasoline had messed up with your head.

You turned to look at your friends, silently asking them what the hell are you gonna do now. His knocking wasn’t stopping, his voice was getting louder, and you couldn’t believe you were worrying about Steve’s well-being right now, but if you didn’t stop him right now there was a high chance your high school was going to have to find a new ‘King’.

So, Nancy quickly opened the door and tried to make him leave, keeping her answers short, which wasn’t making her dear Steve any less concerned. You and Jonathan kept quiet just waiting for this to be resolved, when Steve’s worried question made you pay more attention to the conversation happening by the door.

“Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?”

“Nothing. It- It was an accident.” Nancy tried to dismiss him, but he wasn’t bulging.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?”

“No.”

“Let me in.” Steve pushed past her and stopped in his tracks as you and Jonathan came into view, as well as the hundreds of lights and the weapons lying around. Yeah, it didn’t look good on any of you “What is…”

“Get out of here.” Jonathan tried to push him back out, but Steve was strong enough to hold his position.

“Whoa. What is all-” he pointed around, but you really didn’t have time for his questions.

“Get out, Harrington.” you pointed towards the door.

“Listen to me, I’m asking you. I’m telling you, get out of here!” Jonathan was still pushing him back, but still to no avail.

“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?” you and Jonathan continued your yelling, failing to make the famous jock leave, when Nancy’s voice grabbed your attention from behind.

“Steve, get out!” you turned around only to find the end of Nancy’s gun pointed to Steve. You took a step back letting her handle the situation.

“Wait, what? What is going on?” the guy looked startled as he watched the high school sweetheart with a gun.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.” Nancy told him.

You watched the scene unfold before you, Nancy starting her countdown when the flickering of light caught your attention, your eyes widening with realization.

“Guys.” you called out, slightly hitting Jonathan’s arm to get his attention, pointing up at the lights.

“Nancy.” he tells her, but she’s too focused to hear you.

“Wait. What- what is this?” Steve asked, terrified over what was happening before him.

“Nancy!” you screamed.

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan finally managed to get her attention “It’s here.”

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve said.

“Where is it?” Nancy completely forgot about Steve as she walked next to the two of you. Your backs faced each other, creating a circle so you could have a clear view of the room before you.

“Where is what? Whoa! Easy with these!” Steve exclaimed when he saw you use your weapons out for defense. He was watching everything happen before him and did not understand a thing. Why were you all here? Why were you all hurt? Why did you have weapons? And what were you looking for?

“Where is it?” Nancy asked again, getting impatient.

“I don’t know. I don’t see it.” Jonathan said.

While your eyes were moving everywhere at once, trying to find a glimpse of the monster and ignoring Steve’s cry for an explanation, you saw specks of dust falling in front of you, making you look up. Suddenly, with a loud thud, the creature appeared from the ceiling “There!” you pointed.

Nancy started firing at the creature but Jonathan was already grabbing her, yelling for all of you to start running. With quick breaths, you began walking backward following your friends, but Steve’s still body made you stop. You grabbed his hand, tagging him along with you. You both started running, quickly telling him to jump over the bear trap, only letting go of each other when you entered the room and Jonathan closed the door.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?” Steve was panicking and yelling at the three of you, but right now it wasn’t the time to draw any more attention to you, so you collectively decided to tell him to ‘shut up’ while you waited to see what the monster was going to do.

You could hear shrieking from outside so you took your position with your blade out before the door next to Nancy and Jonathan, who had the lighter ready, waiting for the yo-yo to give him the signal to drop it. The plan was for the Demogorgon to trap itself in the bear trap and then light up the hallway, so it would burn up.

So, you stood there, hearing it walk around the house, panting as you prayed to hear the trap go off, but nothing was happening.

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asked you.

“I don’t know.” Jonathan answered.

The flickering lights returned to normal when you noticed that the house was now too quiet.

“Can you hear it?” your voice was small, dreading any type of answer you would receive.

Jonathan just muttered no. He put his lighter back in his pocket and carefully opened the door, each of you going out one by one. You looked around the house, expecting to find it hidden in a corner, ready to sneak up on you, but it was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself relax for a moment, your knees almost giving up as you crouched down in exhaustion. But, of course, you couldn’t even have a moment to yourself since Steve had started panicking again, yelling how this was all crazy. You stood up when you saw him grab the phone to call for help, but Nancy was quick to stop him, throwing it on the floor.

“What are you- What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back. So, you need to leave. Right now.” she instructed him.

The guy was frozen for a moment, looking around the trashed living room and glancing at Jonathan and you for confirmation. It didn’t take long for him to understand how serious all of this was, scrambling to take his car keys out when he fled to the door.

A few moments after the door closed behind him, the lights started acting up again “Get ready.”

You held the same position as before, looking around the room to spot it. Nancy’s adrenaline was making her ramble about where the hell it was, while Jonathan’s impatience was getting the best of him as he was now ordering the creature to show itself. You just stayed silent, trying to realize where it was going to appear.

Suddenly the lights went out and a growl was heard from behind you.

“Jonathan!” Nancy screamed for the boy’s name as the Demogorgon attacked him, sending him to the floor, the bat falling from his grasp, leaving him helpless as the creature climbed on top of him.

“Nancy, shoot it!” you yelled, and she responded quickly, the sound of shots filling your ears.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

The Demogorgon rose from the ground, the bullets doing little to no damage as it began closing in on Nancy. You just watched in horror for just a moment, watched as Nancy continued firing at it, but when she ran out of bullets, you took it as your cue to help her out. You take a deep breath and aim the blade at it. Luckily for you, it successfully landed on its back, making it shriek in pain. Unluckily for you, it didn’t do enough damage to stop it from coming towards you.

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when the abandoned bat caught the corner. The adrenaline inside you told you, you could make it, you could grab it and beat the creature with it. But your fate was decided for you when it clawed the carpet from under your feet, sending you to the floor.

You thought this was it. You hopelessly laid on the floor watching the monster approach. Its petal-shaped mouth opening up, revealing hundreds of teeth ready to demolish you. Your eyes closed waiting for the impact, and it did come, it just wasn’t for you.

You opened your eyes to see none other than Steve Harrington swinging Jonathan’s bar effortlessly, avoiding any contact the Demogorgon tried to make and in return landing every swing he made. You watched him in awe, tears prickling in your eyes as the realization of not dying caught up to you.

Nancy was helping you get back on your feet when a snapping sound caught your attention.

“He’s in the trap! He’s stuck!” Steve yelled and Nancy screamed for Jonathan to do it now.

He goes over to the poured liquid on the carpet and drops his lighter, fire igniting in the hallway, the monster screeching in pain. The heat burned your face, so you shielded it with your arm. You saw Jonathan grab the fire extinguisher as he instructed you to get back before firing it.

After a few seconds, the fire was out, smoke filling your lungs and making you cough. As it cleared out, the four of you started walking forward to see the damage, Steve next to you still holding the bat ready to defend all of you. But you quickly realized that once again, it had disappeared.

“What…” you mumbled under your breath.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asked.

“No. It has to be dead. It has to be…” Jonathan was panting, frustration filling his entire body.

You put a comforting hand on his shoulder when you notice the Christmas lights before you light up one by one. In fear you all backed away slowly, nearing the end of the hallway when they stopped approaching you and started lighting up in the opposite direction. Steve, who was now shielding the rest of you with his body and the bat, began following after them, which made you all follow after him slowly.

The lights lead you back to the living room and you all look at them nearing the front door. Jonathan moves a bit ahead of the rest of you, muttering something before you all follow the lights outside of the house.

You stand on the porch watching the streetlamp flicker for just a moment, then return back to its normal state.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t think that’s the monster.” Jonathan simply answered as you all stood in silence catching your breath and hoping you did enough to help Joyce and Hopper out.

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kitkatwinchester · 1 year

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HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE SCOTT AND STILES?!

LITERALLY THE BEST BEST FRIENDS EVER!!!

I have seen SO many shows with SO many best friends that I LOVE, and NONE OF THEM hold a candle to Scott and Stiles.

NONE OF THEM!!!

THESE TWO I CANNOT!!

Okay first of all, the parallels to previous episodes in this episode are AMAZING!

The door creaking brings me right back to when they had to do that in hospital, and they both cringed in the same way, and they both rushed through it and then shut it quickly behind them in the same way that they did before, and I just...I LOVE IT!

And the entire sequence with the dog OMG.

The way they both just freeze, and the way Stiles, like, hides the toy, as if that's gonna do anything.

Stiles telling him to be the Alpha.

Scott saying that he can't control the transformation.

Stiles telling him to think of something.

Scott deciding on "nice doggy".

Followed by the MOST judgmental look from Stiles of "you're kidding me, right?"

OMG I was laughing so hard. I love these two so much.

And THEN, on the EMOTIONAL side, when Scott finds out that his dad is trying to get Stiles' dad fired, and he just LOSES it.

Literally.

Like, almost transforms in front of his dad loses it (side note: we freaking love Melissa. Mom of the year, picking up on her son's struggle to control it and helping him be his own anchor so that he could--also PROUD OF YOU SCOTT! GOOD JOB BABY! <3).

All to PROTECT HIS BEST FRIEND!!

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!

AND THEN!!

Scott.

Barging into Stiles' room.

To say.

That his dad won't be taking Stiles' dad down any time soon.

Not if he can help it.

And how does he do that?

"We're gonna find a body. A dead body."

THE PARALLELS!!

JUST LIKE THE FIRST EPISODE!!

I F*CKING LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH I WILL NEVER BE OVER THEM!!

NEVER EVER EVER!!!

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM!! <3 <3 <3

(As an aside, I was about to be really mad at Isaac for lying straight to Allison's face by saying that Scott was okay with it when he clearly is NOT (Yet. He will be eventually, though, I'm sure.), but then I realized it was a nightmare, and honestly, that's almost worse.)

ANYWAYS HERE'S MY FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(I couldn't find any particularly adorable gifs from this episode, but this'll work. <3 <3 <3 <3)

Update: The way Stiles says "Sorry, buddy" whenever he messes something up and it affects Scott (the tripwire in...Season 2(?), and just now with the jumping at the coyote howl and making him drop his phone lol) is literally the cutest and most wholesome thing. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE THEM?! <3 <3 <3 <3

Update Part 2: HAHAHAHA! The way Scott jumps down all gracefully to get his phone, and then Stiles, like, stumbles his way down the hill and almost falls, but then just stands there with his hand on his hip and this little smirk like "nailed it". STOP I CAN'T WITH THEM! XD XD <3 <3

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 7 months

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theselfshippingwitch · 2 years

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Nightmares (Ray Stantz x Reader)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 555

Includes: Tooth- rotting fluff, embarrassing pet names, little spoon!Ray

Summary: You wake your husband Ray up from a nightmare, and comfort him by pointing out a bit of logic he hadn't thought of.

Notes: he deserves to be the little spoon and he loves cheesy pet names don't @ me

^ how are yall gonna post this gif in the tag and not expect me to immediately write about comforting him in the sappiest way possible

At night you held on to your husband in your sleep, he and to you. You’d done it since you first started sleeping in the same bed, and before that, he told you, he usually slept holding a pillow to his chest. It was how you preferred to sleep, but lately he’s been needing it more than ever.

You woke up after the body underneath your head began moving and twitching, and soon you heard little moans and whimpers coming from above you. You lifted up your head to see Ray’s brow furrowed, his head turned from one side of the pillow to the other as he whimpered again.

“Ray.” you whispered, pulling yourself further up the bed so your face would be level with his. You touched his face softly. “Honey?” You tried again, just slightly louder. His skin felt clammy. His eyes opened, and he looked shocked until he came to his senses. “Huh…?”

“Bad dream again?” You asked, letting your hand drift down from his face to his chest.

He nodded.

“Mr. Stay-Puft?”

He nodded again.

“Come here.”

You rolled over to lay flat on your back, and pulled Ray so he would roll onto his stomach. He moved with you, and put his head on your chest. “I keep thinking… why couldn’t I keep my mind blank? The other guys managed.”

You were running your fingers through his hair. “Ssshh, no, don’t think that way. You did the best thing you could do.”

“It was all my fault…”

“No it wasn’t. Ray, you saved everyone.” The hand not in his hair was rubbing his back, going slowly down as far as your arm could reach, then coming up again to in between his shoulder blades, then slowly back down again. You could feel your pajama shirt getting wet, and you knew he was crying. “Honey, no, don’t blame yourself. Listen, someone would have let something slip into their minds eventually. The way you did it, think of the most harmless thing, that was really the best thing any of you could have possibly done. And you did it, you stopped it. So nothing was your fault. You’re a hero, Ray.”

He looked up at you with those sad, mismatched puppy eyes, still glistening with tears. “You really think so?”

“I know so, baby. It’s the truth. And you’re my hero, especially.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I love you, Ray.”

He put his head back down on your chest, burying his face into it, but this time you could feel that his face was getting hot. You couldn’t help but giggle. “I love you, too,” came his muffled response. He turned his head to the side again, staring out into the darkness of your bedroom. “Maybe you’re right,” he said as you resumed petting his hair again. “Maybe I didn’t choose such a bad destructor after all.”

You smiled down at him. “That’s right. Now try and get some sleep, okay, honey bunny?”

He sighed, and as he did you felt the tension in his body dissipate. You placed one more kiss on the top of his head. “Good night.” You whispered, nearly inaudible, and then you lay awake, scratching his scalp gently and rubbing his back in a slow, steady rhythm, until you were sure he was asleep.

#ghostbusters #ray stantz #ray stantz x reader #ghostbusters x reader #self ship #self shipping #anyway love him

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willshipanything-blog · 1 year

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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 9

New chapter has arrived! Little shorter (3.5k), but the upside of splitting up this one and next is that both are gonna have a little smut! Let's pretend that was intentional 🙃✨

As always, MINORS DNI and check tags on AO3.

Fic on AO3 here

Complete chapter index is here

(Also, I know this gif is Moon Knight. But Al is gonna be sat in a similar position 👀, and Y/N is gonna making some pretty mouthy accusations... 🤭

Chapter 9- Demons

You woke from a surprisingly dreamless sleep. Free from nightmares you were sure might haunt your repose, given last night’s conversation with Al; all the past miseries that had been dredged up, and the present ones you’d created with your indelicate, unintentionally spiteful words. But the night had ended on a sweet note, marked by liberal apologies and candid reassurances- from you and Al in equal measure. And his warm, enveloping hold had seen you off to a gentle sleep. He’d not woken either, so you assumed he wasn’t plagued with nightmares either, no worrying night terrors like you’d witnessed before.

This morning, the room was as peaceful as your slumber had been, a muted pink tincture reawakening the bedroom in a fresh, soft glow. You gently propped yourself on an elbow, looking at Al still asleep beside you in bed. His hand, splayed out a little from his body as if he’d been wordlessly reaching for you in sleep. The slow, steady rise and fall of his bare chest. A soft snore from slightly parted lips, more of a purr than his usual playful growl.

Looking at Al reminded you of a conversation you’d had with Max, that very first day in the woods. How Max had looked just like his mom, whereas Al hadn’t been blessed with those same features. Al obviously detested looking in any way like his father and (despite your best efforts to dissuade such thinking), his self-loathing seemed omnipresent- how much of that, you wondered, was fueled by the reflection he saw in the mirror? Did he glimpse two monsters staring back at him, twin sets of those intense cerulean eyes, both tempting and treacherous?

It wasn’t simply the abuse that made Al’s animosity so deep-rooted (a hatred geared towards both himself and his father). No, the situation was made much worse, deepened like an ocean trench, when the similarities extended far beyond just the visual, encompassing acts of physical violence too. Al’s sins had followed a parallel path to his father, two matching sets of footprints that had descended the basement stairs to inflict pain and incite fear. Two generations of evil.

But did the phrase ‘like father, like son’ apply, when Al’s crimes so heavily outweighed his predecessor's? Of course, you wouldn’t forget the Grabber’s reign of terror, those young lives lost forever at his hand- but you couldn’t help but think of the causation of such evil. The things that had been wreaked on Al in his own childhood- that had to have some awful and profound effect on a person. The Grabber had grown and bloomed from his past, his father’s actions the root and stem of it all. Even if Al had embraced the violence and the bloodshed, he’d been unwittingly molded and twisted into it. You’d helped to untwist him, shaping him back into something good, but the marks of the monster would always be visible, like a hairline crack in a piece of porcelain.

You scanned Al’s face as he slept, each feature you knew so intimately. Each wrinkled crevice at his temples; the exact curve of his jaw, lined with a morning stubble, the straight slope of his nose above that wide, perfect mouth hiding a wide, imperfect smile. You looked wistfully at the face in front of you, weighted by years of hurt, burdened by torments that had been inflicted on him, and those in turn that he’d inflicted on others- in infinitely greater measure. A private thought: which hurt more? As you mapped those lines and features that so closely resembled the evil that came before Al, you realized something. To you, the external similarities were immaterial. You hadn’t known Al’s father. To you, Al wasn’t similar- Al was his own man, and trying to be a better one every day.

“Whatcha thinking about, dove?” Al had woke as you were brushing his soft hair, fingers curled between the ashy tips at his shoulders. You continued stroking his locks as you met his beguiling blue eyes. His question was light, playful- but you answered with an earnest intensity that he was sure to see in the blazing glint of your eyes, hear in the clarity of your voice.

“I’m thinking that you’re a good person, Al. I want- I need you to know that.” Even as you said the words, you wondered silently who they were for; for Al, to divert him from that perilous path of self-loathing, or to remind yourself of the good he was capable of, despite the awful things he’d done. Hopefully your pointed words could hit both targets.

Al let loose a wearied sigh, suggesting you’d missed that first target, that Al was still adamant he was the sole cause of all the hurt in this house, despite the things the house had born witness to decades prior to the Grabber’s emergence.

“Little dove- you can’t blame anybody but me f-” He was hushed by the soft graze of your fingertips on his lips. This wasn’t a time for arguments, not after so much of it the previous night, so your hand moved to his cheek, your nails scratching gentle, assuaging strokes along his jawline as you spoke.

“I know Al. I understand the things you’ve done. But I know the things that have been done to you, too,” you insisted, eyes never straying from his despite the plaintive plea in those crushing blue eyes. “But those things can shape us, can’t they?”

“What, ‘cause he is so like me, he’s shaped me, you mean?” Al grimaced as he spat out the acknowledgment of his father. You could only offer a mute expression in response, raised eyebrows and lips pursed as if to retort: ‘didn’t he?’. Not that you needed to say that out loud. It was an understanding, a silent comprehension between the two of you- of course his father had shaped Al’s existence. The parallels between them were irrefutable. For Al to outright deny it would be laughable if it weren't such a devastating topic.

Of course, shifting blame could never negate Al’s crimes. But the origin of the Grabber, that second monster who had stalked and terrorized this house, was not Al’s handiwork alone. It had been created in Al’s mind, but helped along by the emotions, the torment and the rage that had been unable to die out with his father. Forged from every whip of the belt. Each punch, slap and cruel taunt. Each ceaseless memory carving a new contour that would sculpt that deviled mask.

“Our entire existence shapes us,” you began, delicately constructing your answer. You’d thrown enough virulent barbs at Al last night. Such unkind words, even if Al agreed they were true. But the pain they had caused hadn’t lessened in your mind, and you assumed they hadn’t for Al, either. Soothing, kind words were needed this morning. “The bad, yes- but the good too. Look at Max- he’s made us both better, happier. You know I make you better. And you’ve changed me too- I really am happy here, Al.”

Still, the understanding that passed between your silent stares didn’t ease the anguish in Al’s expression, and it hung between you like a dead, rotten thing. Focusing on the past would only serve to drag him closer to that fatal precipice of self-reproach. You changed tact. Not the badness of the past, but the goodness of the present. Throwing open the curtains of the here and now to banish those dead, shadowy specters.

“But I don’t make you better,” Al huffed. “Even if you’re happy, dove- dontcha think you’re a worse person for staying?”

In the moment or two you took to process what had been said, Al had sat up and swung his legs out of bed, sitting with his back to you. Perhaps ashamed by the words he’d spoken, although those words weren’t exactly a lie. You weren’t upset by the blunt question he’d posed (and if you had been, it would only even out the caustic accusations you’d thrown his way last night). You did feel awful, truly, for the things that had happened, each life that had been extinguished or irreparably damaged by the evil that had festered in this house. But you’d never been remorseful enough to leave, nor had you gone to the police when given the opportunity.

You’d been a good girl your entire life. But for Al, you would willingly slip into an antithetical role. Maybe Naughty Girl wasn’t just an act for you to occupy during the game. You smiled inwardly at this thought, actually smiled at the dark, wretched part of you that had been surrected in these past months. Smiled, despite the sliver of morality you’d had to shed in order to stay with Al in this blissful sin. The scales swapping out the good for the bad in equal measure until balance was restored, your soul just a little blacker than before. It was a zero sum game- but you were always happy to play those.

Your smile coiled into something new at that kind of thought, and you wondered whether your eyes took on a darker hue as you reached for Al, snaking your arms around him like two coils of rope, pressing your front against his broad back. A whisper against the skin on his neck, teeth close enough to skim the arterial vessels thrumming beneath the surface, ever quickening as Al’s breaths became more erratic.

“Actually Al, I think it was a good trade,” you murmured on a low, almost sultry breath. “I don’t mind being a little worse, if it makes you a little better.” Soft and reassuring, but completely lascivious and morally wrong. Both parts of you that could co-exist together, an uneasy treaty of good and bad signed across your heart.

You splayed a hand wide on his bare chest, your palm warming the spot above his heart. The tangle of scars on his skin, each ridge of sinewy muscle (marred and fractured but still whole) was encompassed by your touch. An enduring marker on his skin that his journey to betterment was no grandiose, empty gesture. He’d put himself on the chopping block, quite literally, in order to kill the Grabber, seek atonement at your hands. It was proof that he wanted to be better, and it was enough for you, whatever the cost to your own soul’s innocence.

Al seemed to understand this meaning implicitly, that wordless bond between the two of you like an invisible telephone wire with a direct line to each other’s innermost thoughts. His hand enveloped yours, holding it above his heart for a moment before raising it to his mouth, where he brushed your knuckles with a delicate, warm kiss. His head swiveled to the side, his eyes shining with something other than sorrow now- it was adoration, and need. You were perfect in his eyes, even if you were no angel anymore.

Your voice took on a playful lilt, the intonation rising and falling as you spoke. Not unlike Al’s performances he’d acted out a thousand times.

“Al?”

“Yeah, dove?” he rasped.

“I’m thinking about something else entirely now.” Your hands, which had both found their way back to his chest, began their descent.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Al cooed knowingly, but let out a choked breath as your fingers glided over the soft plane of his stomach, his gut curling inward from the sensation, the anticipation. You released a dark chuckle into Al’s neck at the movement, to which he countered with a clawing grip to one of your thighs by his side, his other hands grasping a thick tendril of your hair and twirling it seductively around his fingers. Your hands reached his hard cock, palming it slowly through his pajama trousers, letting free a low rumble of rolling thunder from Al’s throat.

“Don’t be such a tease, little demon.”

That was more like it. No good girl. No angel. Just the devil and his demon. You obeyed, peeling back the too-many layers between your hands and his hot skin. It was already hard, tip already wet with precum as you used it to begin long, languid strokes along his length. Four crescent red-moon indents were sure to mark your thigh, the way Al’s grasp tightened on your skin as you continued rubbing his cock with fervor, your own aroused breath fanning the shell of his ear as you picked up pace.

“Ahh- that’s it little thing- t-there’s my good girl.” Al stammered between breaths. But he was wrong- no good girls this morning.

“Hmm, maybe I should call you ‘little thing’ Al.”

He bristled beneath you, and you retreated your hand as the air in the room stilled. You’d goaded him with that indignity, knowing he’d react that way, wanting him to. Needing a taste of the smoldering darkness you knew he’d readily provide. Malevolent intent emanated from his body, and he shot you a dark glance sidewards as he clicked his tongue in your direction. A soft, sinister chuckle before he spoke, low and guttural.

“Oh, we both know that’s a lie.” In the flicker of an eye, he’d gripped your arm and used his bestial strength to haul you from the bed. You let loose a shriek as you tumbled onto the shag rug, kneecaps colliding heavily with the floor. Without a chance to straighten yourself, you were brought before him, dragged roughly between his thick thighs, his stiff cock waiting. He curled a hand around the nape of your neck, the other tracing a slow, undulating line along the ridges of your neck, his finger buckling your knees more than any switchblade ever could as he brushed the hollow of your throat. He leaned forward to speak. Close enough for you to see the storm brewing in the ocean of his eyes.

“Now, I’m sure you’re gonna eat those fucking words, huh dove?”

He removed his hand from the front of your neck (the one behind still holding firm) while he allowed you to choose your next move in this game. You bit your bottom lip, considering whether to push him further or submit completely. You surrendered, giving an obedient nod and parting your lips slightly at his command. Approval given, he pushed his length past your lips without hesitation, without time for you to even take a full breath. No retreat either; he’d fisted your hair at the back, giving himself complete control of your movements.

And with the loss of control, you gave yourself over unconditionally. Ready to drown in the void, a vacuum where only the pair of you existed. It was instinctual; mouth wide, tongue flat to lick its way along Al’s shaft as he rutted into your mouth with a merciless pace. Loosening your jaw to accommodate him, hands braced on his study thighs to hold steady against the driving thrusts. The obscene sounds of his cock invading your mouth, in harmony with your breathless whimpers and occasional gagging as it hit the very back of your throat.

Each dirty word he spoke as you sucked, each time he roared your name in carnal bliss, gave a fresh burst of arousal between your own legs, only making you more eager to serve. Al hadn’t spoken like this, so dominating and forceful, in weeks. But even that dark, gravelly tone, one that sounded so laced with deadly intent, thrilled you right to your core. Just as effective as his body in drawing you further into the delirium of the act. The cumulation of it all, the sounds of Al’s euphoric moans, the sensations shooting through your body like bolts of white-hot lightning, was all-consuming. Your pleasure wasn’t the objective, but god, was it close.

Absolutely at his mercy, but happy to be used- you were his to use, after all. Just as he was yours. You felt him near his peak, and decided a little control of your own was in order. Knowing he’d come undone at your piercing gaze, you peered up at him through heavy lashes with him still in your mouth. Right on cue, Al came undone as your eyes tore into his. Hot spurts of his seed hit the back of your throat in quick bursts, and you swallowed unquestioningly. He withdrew, and you sucked in a deep breath while half-discerning being picked up, Al placing you in his lap.

Soft hands pawed at you, wiping the drool from your chin, the tear stains from your cheeks as gentle kisses trailed each angle of your jaw. Soft words, gentle praises at how good you were (at such odds with the profanities he’d spoken only moments ago), brought you back to the surface, back from the black hole you’d both allowed to envelop you. More cognizant now, you pressed a kiss to Al’s lips, the simple, demure gesture just as electrifying as any profane act either of you might perform in bed.

“You know Al, I actually don’t feel much worse.” you cooed.

“Oh dove, I couldn’t ask for better.”

You both huffed a breath of amusement. As before, you looked intensely at Al with riveted eyes. Still the same as before: those deep azure eyes, that winsome smile, the single hint of a dimple, all familiar features you knew so well. Al- the man you loved. No-one else occupied the strong body that held you safely, no other demons invaded the mind that felt so connected with yours. Just Al, who was an infinitely better person than you might ever have hoped for all those months ago. While Al would never love the person he saw in the mirror, you still held out hope that one day he might see a fraction of himself the way you did.

Al knew he hadn’t processed his feelings in any sort of healthy way his entire life. A childhood of hiding them, being himself only in the most covert of circumstances. Then years of holding back everything, unable to handle the amalgamation of loss and longing and loneliness, so cutting himself off completely. And then he’d finally snapped, letting loose the Grabber who knew only rage and violence and fear, enacting them precisely as he took out his anger on the world.

His dove had come along, and suddenly Al was feeling things like never before. An unfathomable range of emotions that she had stirred within him. Confusion had laced his veins when he’d begun to feel compassion, then regret, then- against every odd- love. He’d been sapped of the ice-cold demeanor that had served him well as the Grabber, and it had been replaced with a warmth he hardly knew himself capable of. A warmth he’d not shared for more than two decades.

And now here he was, sharing his innermost feelings, the past he had avoided facing at all costs. It had helped. It had actually helped. He’d torn himself apart opening up, but things hadn’t crumbled to dust around him. She had accepted the past, understood it, but not used it as an excuse- and he revered her for that.

He had worried she’d see him in so many different variations, each more abhorrent than the last. Ashamed to look at that weak little boy who couldn’t protect his family until it was too late, the damage too deeply imbued inside him like an infected, gangrenous wound. Disgusted that he was a carbon copy of his father, who had suffered pain and in turn inflicted it because he couldn’t claw his way out of that cycle. Terrified of that second self that lurked beneath his skin, the Grabber threatening to cut his way to the surface at any given moment.

But no. She saw him as Al. She loved Al, loved him. Despite those other faces that morphed into a grotesque mosaic when he looked at his reflection on his darker days. Those monstrous echoes of his past that she cut through effortlessly, teaching him to try and do the same, to see himself in a better light. No saint, not really even a person worthy of true redemption- but a better person at least. That could count for something, right?

He was being open and honest with her now, and it felt so freeing. There was so little she didn’t know about him now. Except, perhaps, those secrets. Those secrets held deep in his heart, deep in the basement of his soul. Secrets that, Al feared, would eradicate any trace of love within his little dove’s heart forever.

#the grabber #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #albert shaw x reader #albert shaw #albert shaw x you #black phone fanfic #the black phone

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subukunojess · 8 months

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DJTober 2023: A Monthly Fan Creation Challenge

Introducing, a new Fan Art/Fan Fiction Challenge for the Month of October 2023!

Links: Archive of Our Own and Spotify Playlist.

I always like monthly fanfiction and fan art challenges in certain months that create new work and get the creative flow going. So I decided I wanted to make my own challenge that anyone could join.

Information and Text version of Prompts under the cut:

So what is DJTober? It is a challenge where you can draw or write based on random songs and verses as the daily prompts. I picked the name because it was different and I think Songtober was already taken. You can either post fan art or write fanfic or create a gif or anything that you feel like creating! Will this be a thing? Who knows? Will I make a side blog for this? It depends. Either way, I'm going to try this challenge myself and share it with others.

A couple of things to note:

In order for me to see your work on your platform (either Tumblr or AO3), please use the tags: #DJTober and #DJTober2023.

You can write a one-shot or multiple chapters, one fandom or multiple, and dark/whump/NSFW are allowed as well. Just make sure to tag appropriately and be mindful of triggers/content warnings.

Having said that, I do not allow things like pedophilia or similar in the works. I will immediately remove it and/or take drastic measures if need be.

Your fic can either be inspired by the song itself or by the suggested verse in the picture, or a different lyric of your choice. You can even have someone say the lyric in a quote. Your fic does not have to be a songfic.

You do not have to go in order of the list and you can start as early or late as you want. Just be aware that the collection that is opened now will remain unmoderated until the end of the first week of November.

Without further ado, here are the prompts:

Life's no fun without a good scare. (This Is Halloween from Nightmare Before Christmas)

2) All of your time spent keeps us alive. (Larger Than Life by Backstreet Boys)

3) Think of it as my desire for you. (Chant from Hadestown)

4) Tell me you love me in private. (Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X)

5) I'm wearing my heart like a crown, pretending that you're still around. (The Great Pretender by The Platters)

6) I'm far renowned in the underground and you can't take that from me. (Land of the Dead by Voltaire)

7) Because you're mine. (I Put A Spell On You, either Screamin' Jay Hawkins or the Hocus Pocus version)

8) No one else takes care of me. (Independent Women, pt 1 by Destiny's Child)

9) Just what to do. Help them to help you. (The Pitiful Children from Be More Chill)

10) Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. (Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer)

11) Go ahead and kick it up a notch if your life is at a level too low. (Kick It Up A Notch from Starkid's Starship)

12) Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane. (Worthless from The Brave Little Toaster)

13) And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. (Thriller by Michael Jackson)

14) May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to Hell. (Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco)

15) This plant is talking to you. (Sominex/Suppertime II from Little Shop of Horrors)

16) Your beauty never ever scared me. (Mary on a Cross by Ghost)

17) Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa. Don't fall in love. (Copacabana by Barry Manilow)

18) Part of life's eternal rhyme. (Mother Earth and Father Time from Charlotte's Web)

19) You can't reason with a headless man. (The Headless Horseman, any version)

20) With a taste of poison paradise. (Toxic by Britney Spears)

21) Ain't it the sweetest noises in town, that beautiful sound? (That Beautiful Sound from Beetlejuice the Musical)

22) What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (Blood // Water by grandson)

23) Because a caricature is all they know. (Candle Queen by Ghost and Pals)

24) If you stay close to me in my dreams tonight. (Dreams to Dream from American Tail: Fieval Goes West)

25) Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by. (The Hearse Song, any version)

26) We're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now, we're face to face. (Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna)

27) Would you please send directions on how I can get where you are? (T.E.A.M./The Baseball Game from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown)

28) Sip the gossip, drink til you choke. (Gossip by Maneskin)

29) So sweet. So cold. So fair. (St. James Infirmary by Cab Calloway)

30) Every day, I'll take you higher and I'll never let you fall. (Let Me Be Your Wings from Thumbelina)

31) Writer's Choice/Request/Free Space (You can either choose a favorite song of your own, request a song on your blog for others to suggest, or use this as a free space/day to write whatever you want).

If you have any additional questions, feel free to contact me. Please reblog to spread the word!

#DJTober #DJTober2023 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #fan art #challenge #song #music #verse #prompt #october #I jut noticed now that I spelled notch wrong oops #I already picked a song for my free space #it's on the playlist #I'm hoping to add to the playlist for all other choice songs someone comes up with #please reblog and spread the word #more detailed rules are on the AO3 collection #if you have questions please ask me

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One More Round (Hangman x Reader)

Based on this request – Masterlist

Description: A certain hotshot TOPGUN recruit needs to be taught a few lessons in manners.

Warnings: explicit content, oral (m and f receiving)

Word Count: 1.9k (It’s so short I’m so sorry)

Note: Agh I spent so long trying to make this pilot!Reader, but it just was not clicking in my brain. Also, as a service industry worker, I feel like Hangman (especially Pre-Maverick Hangman) might be a nightmare as a customer and definitely needs to be taught a lesson.

This one is short because my attention span has been maxing out at 5 seconds lately and I was STRUGGLING to stay in the zone.

Also, this GIF vvvv (by unicornships). Imagine being at a bar and having Hangman look at you like THAt. I cry.

MINORS DNI, 18+

“I’m gonna need another round.”

You glanced up at the man across the bar from you. “Another round of what?”

“The same thing I ordered earlier.”

Sighing, you glared directly into his green eyes with every ounce of pent-up spite you could manage. “Sir, about seventy other people have ordered drinks since you did, so I have no idea what you're talking about. If you gave me the name on your tab, that would be a more helpful place to start.”

“It’s Seresin. Like it says right here,” he said slowly, tapping the shiny nametag on his chest. You wanted to reach across the bar and rip it off his shirt, but refrained. The woman who owned the bar thankfully didn't subscribe to that "the customer is always right", forced pleasantries bullshit. If a patron was being rude, you had every right to be rude right back. No matter what rank they were on-base, everyone got the same amount of respect at the bar. Most of the regulars had mastered basic decency and were capable of keeping themselves in line. It was the strangers who most often ended up getting a taste of their own medicine.

And this guy definitely wasn’t from around here. You might've forgotten his drink order, but you'd never forget a man who looked like that. He had the kind of laser-cut features, perfectly coiffed blonde hair, and muscular physique that could only have been perfected in a laboratory somewhere. And his fucking biceps, bulging under the cuffs of his short-sleeves. But no matter how devastatingly handsome he was, he was now on your shit-list.

Leaning on the bar, intently watching you make drinks and taking up space from other people who were actually trying to order, the man asked, “Is this how you treat all the customers?”

“Just the ones who irritate me.”

“That’s a great way to lose business.”

You gestured towards the rest of the bustling bar, before setting a tray of beers in front of him.

"Your drinks, Seresin."

"That's Lieutenant Seresin. And are you sure you don't want to spit in these first?"

"I do, but I think you might enjoy that a little too much."

He grinned at that, flashing his too-white teeth and shooting you a wink. "Maybe another time."

Asking some of the regulars from NAS, you learned that this guy– Lieutenant Jake Seresin– and his buddies, who were much more tolerable, were new TOPGUN recruits. That meant he’d be gone after graduation, which was only in six weeks, but still wasn’t soon enough.

It became a habit that you'd end up indulging in dumb, amusing and mildly irritating banter with him when he came in. He was still on your shit-list, but the way he'd look at you sometimes, like he was undressing you with his eyes… Nah, you told yourself, that's just the way he looks at every woman. Not like you weren’t looking back at him the exact same way, but you refused to let things go any further. An asshole's an asshole.

So you toughed it out for five weekends. Still, you found a strange sense of dread building as the weeks went by, ticking closer and closer to the culmination of the TOPGUN course.

By then, you were well-acquainted with the drinks he ordered, the sequence he ordered them in, practically timed down to the minute. You could’ve saved him those fifteen foot walks to the bar, but you wanted something else out of this transaction besides his money.

"It's almost graduation for you, isn't it?" you asked cooly.

"Yeah, it is. You gonna miss me?" Jake replied, leaning in towards you. Again, there was that devilish look in his eyes and you almost blushed, but focused your attention back on the glass you were polishing in your hand.

"A new group of pilots will be here soon enough to take your place in annoying me. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. This has been an entirely forgettable experience."

He mocked offense at this, blowing out a breath. "Harsh, it's not over yet. Still plenty of time for me to make a mark."

"And how are you gonna do that?"

"I could ask if you wanna get out of here."

And there it was. So he had been looking at you with a certain… indecent intent. But fuck, you couldn’t look him in the eye and fall to pieces so easily. "And I could have you kicked out for doing exactly that."

"Come on, if you weren't interested, you would've had me kicked out weeks ago."

"So you admit that your behavior is crossing a line?"

Jake merely shrugged. "That’s entirely up to you to decide."

"Well, you know, I might just say yes if it weren't for the fact that I'm working. I'm not just gonna walk out mid-shift to fuck a stranger," you snipped.

"When do you get off?"

"Past your bedtime, babe."

"I think I could make an exception for one night."

You pretend to let the thought stew in your mind, as if you hadn’t thought about this exact scenario for a month straight already.

“Alright then. If you really think you can handle it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can.”

At your apartment hours later, Jake’s eyes watched you intently as you knelt between his legs, running your hands up his thighs. At another time, you would’ve been more than happy to take a seat on one of them, grinding your way to paradise. But you had other intentions.

Undoing his belt, he helped you slide his pants down to free his hardening length. You couldn’t hide your surprise, and subtle excitement, at the size of his dick, which made him grin widely. So that's why he is the way he is. Because, literally, he’s…. cocky.

“Definitely should’ve seen that coming.”

“Oh, you will,” Jake assured. “Think you can handle it?"

"This isn’t my first rodeo."

Working over it as seductively as you could, looking up at him through your lashes as you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible, moaning around it.

"You do know what you're doing. Looks like I got lucky." You let him guide your mouth along the length, trying to put up as little resistance as possible to his hand tangled in the back of your hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Oh, great…” you muttered.

“Well, I haven’t had sex in like, two months.” Admittedly, it was impressive how he could keep time bobbing your head on his cock while ranting aloud to… no one in particular. “I’ve barely even jerked off because I told myself I was going to completely focus on this course, absolutely no distractions, busting my ass out there every fucking day. And obviously, that worked out exactly the way I wanted it to, but–”

Pulling back to give your aching jaw a break while continuing to stroke him, kissing the tip, you simpered, "Yeah, I've heard quite a bit about you, Hangman."

That brought his attention back to you.

"You were asking about me?" he teased.

"Maybe. Apparently you're one of the best. Highly skilled, intelligent, deadly. Hot as shit too."

Jake’s head rolled back against the couch. "Fuck…Please, tell me more things I already know about myself." That last bit sounded sarcastic, but also had perhaps the slightest tone of actual desire under it. Unfortunately, that wasn't part of your plan.

Continuing in the same sultry tone, you added, "You're also an egotistical, self-centered dick and I didn’t have to ask anyone to find that out."

Suddenly pulling your hands away, you rocked back on your heels, escaping his grasp. He groaned at the loss of contact, quickly replacing your hands with his own.

“Goddamnit," Jake huffed, shaking his head. "What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Hey, we’re both here for the same reasons. I just think that maybe you could learn to put other people’s needs and wants and feelings before your own.”

"You’re kidding me.”

“Or you can go back to base and spend another night jerking off into the mirror.”

“Yeah, alright, let's get this over with,” he sighed. “You want me to go down on you?"

“Mhmm. Let’s see what else you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, besides just talking shit."

Laying down on the couch, you tossed your shorts and underwear onto the coffee table as Jake positioned himself between your legs. Right off the bat, you knew this would be an uphill struggle. His tongue kept hitting too high, so you had to repeatedly push his head back down towards your sweet spot. There was definitely room for improvement, but it was also enjoyable just to watch him struggle. So he was a good pilot and good-looking, but he wasn’t good at everything. Still, just feeling, and seeing, that chiseled jawline working between your legs sent shivers through your body.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it–”

And then what little tension had began to build was gone again because he kept fucking moving away. Glancing down at him, you could see one of Jake’s arms bent between his legs.

“Uh-uh, hands where I can see them, mister.”

Glaring up at you, he brought both hands up to rest on your thighs and squeezed, his fingers digging deep enough into the muscle to bruise. Christ, you could only imagine what might happen if you really pissed him off. The poor guy hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in months, and here you were keeping him on the edge of exactly that. But as far as you cared, the world had been falling at his feet for a little too long and he could wait his turn until you were properly satisfied, no matter how long that took. You couldn’t tell if he was being intentionally bad at this, or if he was doing it just to irritate you.

“Finger me.”

“I thought you said–”

“Jake, I swear to God, just do it.”

Thankfully, his hands were much more skilled than his mouth, with one gently rubbing circles over your clit, the fingers on the other curling inside you. It certainly wasn’t an intense conclusion, more like soft waves of pleasure washing over you. But it was something at least.

“You done?” Jake grumbled, his once perfectly styled hair now fluffed up by your fingers pulling at it.

“I came. But that doesn’t mean I’m done.” His eyes briefly flashed widely at you, as a disbelieving chuckle left his throat.

“You know, the problem with your little lesson here is that there aren’t any actual consequences,” he sneered. “So what if we don’t fuck? It’ll be a disappointment for both of us, but it’s not the end of the world. And then I’m gone in a week and we never see each other again.”

“Maybe not physically, but I’ll be there in your dreams.” Sitting up, you stared down at him directly. “Your nightmares. Your deepest, darkest fears. And you’ll come to curse the day you ever crossed me.”

“That’s complete bullshit,” he scoffed.

Shrugging, you laid down again. “Maybe, maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.”

Pausing, his eyes narrowed at you, flicking to the side as he considered his options. “...Fine, one more time, that’s all you’re getting.”

Stifling a laugh, you honestly couldn’t believe how easy it was to have this Ken Doll of a man completely bending to your will. He might be the best of the best in the air, but on the ground, he still had plenty to learn.

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ACROSS THE STARS (06/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

summary: it only took words from your friend, obi-wan kenobi, to make you wonder if he truly cared for you. then, you lost a friend, no scratch that, a family: bringing you alone to make the decision for your fate as a young jedi.

warning: angst (because school is starting next week and i have to let out all of my frustrations) death, sadness and oh, did i mention angst? a lot of angst.

a/n: this is gonna be the last chapter for the phantom menace, the next one will be the start of reader's/your journey of becoming a jedi. and oh, please take a note and never forget that you(reader) and anakin has the same age. i've also published the book on wattpad, it's still x reader don't worry, and if you want to read it here : read me, love

word count: 5k

(gif not mine but obi-wan is)

“I hear you got a cool lightsaber, squirt!” Quinlan Vos exclaimed as he approached you in the middle of the cantina. It was now time for dinner and yet, none of your créchemates were there. You wondered if they were fast asleep in their dormitory or practicing with their new built lightsabers.

“What?” You turned around and glared at the tall man standing before you. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his usual smirk graced his tired face. “I thought you won't be back for at least a month?”

Quinlan shrugged and sighed, taking a seat beside you when you had sat down on one of the benches in the very corner side of the cantina. It was your usual spot as some of your créchemates wouldn't talk to you unless it's important or about something. He had also stolen a fruit from your tray that he knew you wouldn't eat.

“Yeah, but do I really need to miss the opportunity to see you welding your own saber?” Quinlan asked then scoffed, “Not a chance, squirt. Not a chance.”

You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes, “Whatever,” you muttered as you looked down at your food. Then, slowly, your smile faltered as the memories of the visions, or rather, nightmares flashed before your eyes. “Quinlan?” You called, looking at the man who had gotten himself busy with his food as well.

His dark brown eyes looked at you. “Yeah?”

“There's something.... something,” you stopped yourself before saying anything. Does it really worth a risk saying what you had seen when you were getting your crystals to Quinlan? What if it was only a test to see if you were truly ready to have your crystal and to be Jedi, like what the Jedi Masters had told you? You looked back at Quinlan and forced a smile. “How was your mission?” You asked instead of telling him about the truth.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I feel like you're asking something but changed it,” he muttered before sighing heavily and threw his head back with a loud groan. “It was pretty boring actually, to be honest, the most boring mission out of the missions I've worked.”

You tilted your head as you took a bite from your food, immediately grimacing at the sweet and sour flavor. “How so? Have you failed it?”

He shook his head. “It went well, actually! And that's why-”

You interrupted him. “It's boring,” you said with a deadpanned look.

You knew Quinlan just as much you knew Obi-Wan. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and a reputation for not playing by the rules, and he was also an expert tracker renowned for his ability to read memories from objects people handled. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, possessed dry sense of humor and sarcastic wit, and a natural defiance but does not have a reputation for not playing by the rules. In fact, he had gotten to love scolding Qui-gon whenever he has a chance to do it, and he also followed all of the rules especially the Jedi Code.

“So,” Quinlan's voice broke you from your thoughts, “Have you decided which form of combat you're going to use?”

You sighed heavily. “I really thought it's just about swinging your lightsabers until you kill or hurt the enemy,” you muttered as you shook your head. Quinlan laughed out loud, shaking his head as he did.

“Yeah, I thought that too when I was your age,” he said with a smile, “Anyways, I hear Qui-gon and Obi-Wan are going to escort the Queen back to her home planet, have you said your goodbyes?” Quinlan knew you. You wouldn't want to bid farewell to the two Jedis, especially the younger one, without either hugging them or telling them to be safe.

“What?!” you flabbergasted, “I thought they were still in the council with Anakin, the new child?”

“Yes, they did,” he nodded, “But the council said that it wasn't the time for that and they should focus on their mission with the Queen --” Quinlan stopped in mid sentence as he saw you munching all the food then immediately rose from your seat, tugging him along.

“Where are we going?” Quinlan asked as he fore fully stopped you from running.

At the head of the loading ramp, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi were engaged in a heated discussion. Wind whipped down the canyons of the city's towering buildings, hiding their words from the boy.

“It is not disrespect, Master!” Obi-Wan was saying vehemently. "It is the truth!"

“From your point of view, perhaps.” Qui-Gon's face was hard and tight with anger.

The younger Jedi's voice dropped a notch. “The boy is dangerous. They all sense it. Why can't you?”

“His fate is uncertain, but he is not dangerous,” Qui-Gon corrected sharply. "The Council will decide Anakin's future. That should be enough for you." He turned away dismissively.

“That's what you said about Y/N when you took her two years ago,” Obi-Wan said quietly then Qui-gon turned around, looking at Obi-Wan with a questioning look.

“What did you say?” Qui-gon asked, hands on his hips.

Anakin, who had been listening to their heated discussion, uncomfortably played with R2-D2 with his head lowered. He had heard it all, from Obi-Wan telling his master all the things he should not say and from Qui-gon telling Obi-Wan to shut up.

“You had told me that she will be a fine Jedi,” Obi-Wan said, “You did the same thing, Master, you told the council that I am ready to be knighted, and you would take Y/N as your own Padawan. ”

“I'm afraid I don't get your point, my young Padawan learner?” Qui-gon asked, almost bored.

Obi-Wan stomped his foot on anger. “She is dangerous, Master, as well as the boy! Why can't you sense it?!”

Anakin's eyes widened, not because of what he heard from Obi-Wan, but rather someone behind the latter. Qui-gon, who was about to say something, looked over at Obi-Wan's shoulders and looked back to his Padawan learner with an annoyed look.

Obi-Wan, quirking an eyebrow, whipped around only for his eyes to widened.

You were standing there, still. You had heard it all. Tears started to form in your eyes but you quickly blinked it away. Slowly taking a step back, Obi-Wan stepped forward.

“Little rebel...” he trailed off, voice softening when he saw your lips trembling.

You looked at Anakin and he quickly knew what he had to do. He walked up to Qui-gon and tugged him on a rather far from where you and Obi-Wan was standing.

“Little rebel,” he said uncomfortably, riddled with doubt and guilt over what he said, “Forgive me about my words, and I-I didn't mean it.”

Eyes locked on Obi-Wan, you fiddled with your sleeves anxiously. “Did you really care for me?”

“Did? Little rebel, I do care about you!”

“You care about me or you acted, like, you care about me because you're afraid of how dangerous am I?” As you said these words, you slowly took the necklace underneath you tunic and grasped it.

“I do care for you, little rebel, please understand that.” Obi-Wan said softly, opening his palms when you reached out for his hand.

Without words, you placed it atop of his palm and closed it. You then walked away without any words, leaving the young Jedi, feeling guilty. Obi-Wan looked at you, walking up to Qui-gon and Anakin before he wheeled away, and stalked up the ramp into the ship. R2-D2 followed, still whistling happily.

Wind whipped at Qui-Gon's long hair, blowing strands of it across his strong face. You stood beside Anakin, but he was quite taller than you for an inch. Qui-gon looked happy, looking at you two. Had it been not for the the different colors of your hair, and the difference of the clothes, everyone would've thought that you and Anakin were twins.

“I want you both to remember this,” Qui-gon said, still kneeling down your height. “You two are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Qui-gon's right hand caressed your cheeks and Qui-gon's left hand did the same thing to Anakin.

You and Anakin looked at each other with big, wide smiles. “We will, Master,” you both said in unison, then looked back at Qui-gon.

Qui-gon smiled. “Believe in yourself, and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.”

By midday, with the sun overhead in a cloudless sky and the wind died away to nothing, two sabers were clashing against each other. Yellow to green, and green to yellow.

Wheeling across the center of the room, the combatants -which happened to be you and Quinlan- lunged and parried, each other using your lightsabers. Quinlan was tall, and that's what his first win.

Then, you delivered a powerful descending cut at his shoulder while moving at a forward angle with a passing step. Quinlan managed to dodge it and moved out of the distance. You let go of the blade with your backhand. You swept the blade uo behind your head while supinating your wrist, then rotated your body.

Using the force jump, you jump in the air forward, causing Quinlan to be surprised. You used this as the opportunity to land, sweeping the blade in front of your body in a horizontal cut at Quinlan. You bought the blade back up in an ascending strike.

You grabbed the hilt with your backhand and bring the saber back into a hanging guard to protect yourself.

Quinlan's saber was thrown away somewhere in the room and he landed on his butt. He groaned and when he looked up, the very first thing he was the tip of the yellow blade of your lightsaber, nearly making contact with his skin.

“Woah,” he quickly moved his head away from the blade. “Where'd you learn that?”

You shrugged as you deactivated your lightsaber, clipping the hilt on you belt. “I've learnt it from O--” you stopped yourself. He had been plaguing your mind for the past hours now. His words seemed to stuck in your mind like it has some glue on it, a super strong glue. “I taught myself,” you said instead. You didn't exactly lie as when you really taught yourself with that technique when you and Obi-Wan were secretly practicing in the shallow, and most private part of the temple.

“That's great,” Quinlan exclaimed as he rose up from the ground, “What do you call it?”

You were about to say something when you felt something. Pain.

NOOOOO!

It was him. Obi-Wan Kenobi. His voice.

The blood pounded in your ears. Your heart thudded in your chest as your hands shook. Your feet tingled then you dropped on the ground.

In panic, Quinlan approached you and cradled your face, asking you. But you could not hear anything but Obi-Wan's voice ringing inside your head. You can feel everything he was feeling. Anger and pain. Obi-Wan was seething with rage.

“Are you having a heart attack?! I don't know how to cpr!” Panicked Quinlan Vos asked.

Ignoring Quinlan, you steady yourself as you searched for his force signature. You instantly sat still with your legs crossed in a meditation form. With your eyes closed, you calmed yourself as you continued to search for him.

Eyes fixed on the Sith Lord, Obi-Wan Kenobi went deep inside himself, connecting with the Force he had worked so hard to understand

Obi? You called to him but he didn't answer nor wrapped his own force signature with yours.

Darth Maul walked slowly to the edge of the melting pit, tattooed face bathed in sweat, eye wild and bright with joy.

Eyes fixed on the Sith Lord, Obi-Wan Kenobi went deep inside himself, but then felt your signature searching for him. He did not hesitate to wrapped his own with yours and he instantly felt at peace.

Calming himself, stilling the trembling of his heart, and banishing his anger and fear, he called upon the last of his reserves. With your own signature wrapping with him, he felt powerful enough.

With clarity of purpose and strength of heart, he launched himself away from the side of the pit and catapulted back toward its lip. Imbued with the power of the Force, he cleared the rim easily, somersaulting behind the Sith Lord in a single, smooth, powerful motion. Even as he landed, he was drawing Qui-Gon Jinn's fallen lightsaber to his outstretched hand.

Darth Maul whirled to confront him, shock and rage twisting his red and black face. But before he could act to save himself, Qui-Gon's lightsaber slashed through his chest, burning him with killing fire. The stricken Sith Lord howled in pain and disbelief.

Then Obi-Wan turned, thumbed his saber off, and watched his dying enemy tumble away into the pit.

When we lose something that is precious to us, we are left with a feeling of sadness. Whether it is a precious friend or even a treasured object, the loss can be hard to bear. It is as if a part of you has gone missing. Throughout our life we amass collections of friends and treasured possessions. Having close relationships help us feel as if we are not alone in the world. When we lose someone or something that is precious to us, we may realize that there is a certain aloneness that can never be filled.

The funeral pyre was lit, the fire building steadily around the body of Qui-Gon Jinn, the flames slowly beginning to envelop and consume him. Those who had been chosen to honor him encircled the pyre. Queen Amidala stood with her handmaidens, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, Governor Sio Bibble, Captain Panaka, and an honor guard of one hundred Naboo soldiers. Boss Nass, Jar Jar Binks, and twenty Gungan warriors stood across from them. Linking them together were the members of the Jedi Council, including Yoda and Mace Windu. Another clutch of Jedi Knights, those who had known Qui-Gon longest and best, completed the circle.

You stood between Obi-Wan Kenobi, who hadn't said a word to you, and Anakin Skywalker. You noticed that Anakin's young face intense as he fought to hold back his tears.

A long, sustained drum roll traced the passage of the flames as they reduced Qui-Gon to spirit and ash.

You found yourself remembering. The day you had stolen his lightsaber that led him into searching for you in the deepest part of the forest of your home planet, Daith. The day you and him traveled back to his ship whilst he explained to you all the things about being a Jedi and the force. The day you came to the Jedi Temple, making you as a youngling. Everything.

You couldn't help but to cry softly. Qui-gon Jinn had done so many things for you. So many things.

Obi-Wan looked down at you. You were staring at the ashes of the funeral bier, crying softly, as well as Anakin from your right side.

“He is one with the Force, Anakin and Y/N. You must let him go,” softly whispered Obi-Wan to you and Anakin.

You shook your head, not looking at him. “I miss him.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I miss him, too. And I will remember him always. But he is gone.”

You felt Anakin's hand tugging at your sleeves. You looked at him and he had tears on his face as well. You gave him a small smile, despite the tears, and intertwined your hands with him, tightly.

Anakin smiled at you, ignoring the tears streaking down his face, and looked at Obi-Wan over your shoulder.

“What will happen to me now?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan looked at him. “The council have granted me permission to train you. You will be a Jedi,” said Obi-Wan. “I promise,” he added.

Anakin nodded. “But what about Y/N?”

You looked at Anakin as you tilted your head. “What about me?”

Anakin's gaze fell from Obi-Wan to you, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “You will be there for me right? I mean, Qui-gon said you don't have a Master yet.”

You nodded. “You're right, Ani. I don't have a Master yet,” you said as Anakin smiled. “But the code forbids a Jedi having two Padawans,” you added, and his smile faltered.

Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably to your side and went back looking at now the ashes of his Master. You tried to poke his attention using your bond but he had blocked you. You couldn't help but to frown.

After Qui-gon's funeral, you had let Anakin to drag you across the hall because he was rather excited for you to meet his friend.

Anakin stopped running, and when you looked up, you were far more surprised to see the Queen of Naboo herself, smiling down at the two of you with her handmaidens on her back.

“Padme,” Anakin stopped himself, “I mean, Your highness,” he awkwardly cleared his throat as he looked at you then back to the Queen. “Meet Y/N, she's my friend and she's a Jedi!”

Padme smiled at you, then outstretched her hand which you gladly took then shook it gently. “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Master Qui-gon's told me about you.”

“Hello,” you said, “Oh, and thank you.”

Padme's smiled faltered as a sympathetic smile took over he young, beautiful face. “I'm so sorry about Master Qui-gon, Y/N.”

You nodded once, in a respectable way. Then, you felt a nudge to your side to see Quinlan motioning you to come with him. He looked at Padme, then back to Anakin as he gave them each a nod. He then went on his way together with Master Windu.

“It's really lovely to meet you, Pad- I mean, Your Highness,” you said, almost sheepishly. “But I'm afraid I must be going, the council needs me.” You then looked at Anakin. “See you, Ani.”

“See you, Y/N!”

You gave them a wave before walking towards where Quinlan was heading. When you turn on a corner, sharply, you accidentally bumped into someone making you almost fall back had the person you had bumped, did not catch you at the right time.

“There, there,” the person said.

You stood straight and grasped your right arm. You looked up and immediately bowed as a sign of respect to the now, new elected Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine. He was dressed in his usual blue-green robes.

“Good evening, Chancellor!” You greeted. “Forgive me for my rather clumsy action, and I promise it won't happen again!”

He smiled, brightly. Though you did not find it friendly but rather an intimidating one, but you shrugged it off. “It is fine, young Y/N. It's lovely to finally meet you, though,” he said as he, surprisingly, knelt down to your height. His wide, blue eyes, staring at you with such fascination, admiration, and excitement.

“Oh?” you quirked an eyebrow, both surprised and interested over his actions and words. You don't usually see a high respectable Supreme Chancellor kneeling down, do you?

“You are such a talented, blessed child, Y/N,” he trailed off as you stared at him. “Amongst the other young Jedi that I have met, you are far more different than them. More... special.”

You tilted your head, quirking an eyebrow. “How so?”

“The council,” he said, “Do you trust them with all your heart?”

Your suspicions and anxiety grew high. “I...” you stopped yourself. Now that Qui-gon is gone, can you still trust the council to make a decision for you? “Perhaps.”

“Can I tell you something, Y/N?” The politician asked, and you nodded. “You must never trust anyone but yourself. Because in the end, you are bound to get deceived.”

You found his words rather.... weird but at the same time, he was right. Instead of replying, you nodded and cleared your throat. You felt a shift in the force but on the other hand, you were quiet comfortable with it. But, you don't know why.

“Y/N!” A voice called you down the hall.

You looked at the direction and saw Quinlan, with a rather sorrowful look on his face. You looked back at the politician and he stood up as Quinlan walked towards your direction.

Your eyes remained on Quinlan as you could feel the burning gaze of the Supreme Chancellor. Once Quinlan finally managed to stand by your side, you immediately held on his hand for dear life over the uncomfortable situation.

“Good evening, Chancellor, ” greeted Quinlan then he looked down at you, “Come on, squirt. Master Yoda's looking for you.”

You inwardly sighed in relief before you looked up at the Chancellor. “It's lovely to meet you, Sir. But I'm afraid I must be going,” you said as you slowly tugged at Quinlan's sleeve.

“The pleasure's all mine, young Y/N.” The Chancellor said, smiling at you then to Quinlan. He looked back at you, “We will watch your career with great interest.”

In the High Jedi Council chamber, you stood before the Council of eleven. Clustered together at the center of the speaker's platform, they faced the circle of chairs in which the members of the Council were seated.

“Something for you, we have.” Yoda said in his soft, gravelly voice. “Open it, only you can.”

Yoda used the force to pass you a small darkish colored datapad. It looked as though it was locked and you'd be needing a password to unlock it.

“I'm sorry, Master,” you said as you looked at the green Jedi. “But, what is this?”

Mace Windu sighed, straightening his back. “That was a property of Master Qui-gon Jinn, Y/N.”

“Property?” you bellowed, “Shouldn't it be buried together with his other belongings?”

“Yes,” Mace nodded. “But it now belongs to you, as he wishes before he... perished.” He awkwardly cleared his throat, looking at you intensely.

Despite the fact that you know nothing about the datapad, you nodded and quickly exited the chamber after you bowed to them and bid them farewells. You took it in your room and locked the doors.

You felt a lump in your throat but swallowed it. “Right. How do I open this?” you murmured as you started checking the datapad. In the bottom of the back of the datapad, you felt a button and you put your thumb in it. Then, the datapad's screen glowed, showing you a file. You clicked the file and a hologram of Qui-gon Jinn's upper body, appeared right in front of you. You put the datapad on the ground and it showed his whole body as you sat on your bed, holding the one eyed bluish slushy Obi-Wan had given to you.

Again, the lump in your throat came back as your eyes warned you about the tears. You swallowed the lump and blinked back the tears.

Qui-gon's hologram looked down at you with a soft smile.

“Hello, young one,” the hologram began. “When I first saw you, you were nothing but a troublesome child, at least that's what I thought first. Then, you showed me how wrong I was, how I should have never judged you in the first place. As I got to know you, you showed me something that I could not see with my own naked eyes. And I'm thankful for that. Thankful that because you stole my lightsaber, I met you. Y/N, you are a talented, and blessed child. And as you know, the council strictly forbids me to train you, as well as for Anakin.”

You sniffled. By the light, you miss Qui-gon dearly.

“Please, I want you to understand that all the council is doing for you, is for your own good,” he said.

You froze. Qui-gon surely was a maverick guy who would rather die, no pun intended, than to follow all the Jedi Code. There was a screeching noise before Qui-gon's hologram disappeared before appearing again in a second.

“You, you must not trust anyone but yourself, Y/N,” said Qui-gon, frowning.

It doesn't make sense? Everything doesn't make sense, does it?

“Killed,” Qui-gon's hologram chuckled. “I was killed by a Sith, wasn't I?”

“I-I don't understand?” you murmured underneath your breath, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Them. The council, Y/N. Follow them and you will be the greatest Jedi of all time. Trust me.”

Okay....? Was Qui-gon drunk when he recorded this?

“All. All will be well once you follow the council. You will make me proud, just as what yiu always wanted, right?” Despite knowing that he wouldn't hear nor see you, you reluctantly nodded.

“With the guidance of the council, you will be a Jedi. A greater Jedi than me, and the rest of the council.”

Fine.

“Anakin, you know him right? Please watch out after him like he's your own brother. You and him are the Chosen Ones. Anakin will bring balance to the force and please guide him. May the force be with you.”

Then, the clip ended, leaving you alone with too many thoughts running inside your head.

There was a grand parade the following day to publicly recognize the newfound alliance of the Naboo and Gungan peoples, to celebrate their hard- fought victory over the Trade Federation invaders, and to honor those who had fought to secure the planet's freedom.

You stood between Anakin and Obi-Wan, near the Queen. You and Anakin were feeling out of place and embarrassed. You thought the parade wonderful, and you appreciated being honored with the others, but your mind were elsewhere.

It was with Qui-gon, to his words for you.

It was with Anakin, who wore the clothing of a Jedi Padawan, his hair cut short in the Padawan style, a student in training to become a Knight of the order. You were so proud of him.

And lastly, it was with Obi-Wan. He did not say a word to you but he would constantly nudge you through the bond, which you blocked him away.

After the parade, you tugged at Obi-Wan's and Anakin's sleeve and dragged them along with you in a narrowed, more private part of the palace. The two boys shared a confused look but they let you dragged them.

After you beckoned to them to sit on the ground, you paced back and forth. You don't know where to start and how to end it quickly.

“Y/N?” Anakin's small voice brought you back to reality. “What's going on?”

“I'm now a Padawan,” you blurted out, rather quickly.

Obi-Wan looked confused but Anakin beamed.

“That's great! We're both Padawans now!” Anakin said, smiling brightly.

“You don't understand, Ani,” you frowned. “I am a Padawan of the council now.”

Obi-Wan felt his heart dropping slowly. You looked at him with glossy eyes. He understood it.

“Huh?” Anakin asked, tilting his head just like what you'd always do whenever you were confused. “What do you mean?”

“It means, she will be kept hidden.” Obi-Wan answered for you, jaws clenched but his features remained calm. “From all.”

Anakin looked at his new Master in disbelief then looked at you, and you saw the way he started fidgeting with his sleeves. He stood up but Obi-Wan remained in his seat, on the ground.

You nodded, then looked down. “Obi-Wan's right.”

Obi-Wan looked down as well. You saw how Anakin's lower lip trembled and you ease him by surprised him in a bone crushing hug-- which he gladly returned.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, voice muffled by your hair.

“Of course, you will!” You said to him, slowly pulling away.

Anakin sniffled and used the back of his sleeve to wipe his nose. “Promise?”

You smirked. “Knuckle promise,” you said as you held out your fist. He laughed before bumping his own fist to you. You both had decided to ignore the usual ‘pinky promise ’ because either of you said that it was rather smaller, and would surely break a promise. The knuckles were quiet bigger than it, so you had decided to do it.

He reached out in his pocket and pulled a beautiful carved necklace. “Here,” he passed it to you and you took it. “I made this for you,” he said and you smiled as you admired the crystal-like shaped pendant. In the middle of the pendant, your initials were carved onto it. Anakin took his own necklace underneath his tunic. Your smiled widened when you realize that it was a paired necklace. One for you, and one for him. Twins.

“I made something for Padme, too,” he said with a bright smile, cheeks flushing. “But hers were made out from japor ivory wood and for us, it's made out from a rare crystal stone from Tatooine. Which a kind pilot gave it to me, for free.”

“Anakin, you should have never bothered!”

“Why not?” Anakin asked, quirking a dark eyebrow. “You're like a sister to me and everyone who doesn't know us, thinks we're twins.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Obi-Wan's lip twitched. You looked back at Anakin.

“Thank you, Anakin. For all of it.”

“You're welcome, Y/N,” he said before sighing heavily. “And because I feel the tension between you and my Master, I will leave you two alone. Goodbye, Y/N.”

Once you two were alone, you sat beside Obi-Wan with both of your legs crossed in a meditation form. His eyes were closed but yours were open, looking at the beautiful Naboo.

With a flourish of romantic hand the sunset blossoms red and gold, sunset blossomed upon the clouds of Naboo.

You two had been sitting for hours there. Calm and peaceful.

“It's not really the truth, is it?” For the first time in hours, he spoke softly. Eyes remained close.

“No,” you shook your head as you understood what he asked. “I'm not really sure if I will ever see Anakin . . . and you, again.”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes before letting out a frustrated sigh. He then looked at you, as you did the same thing to him. Azure glossy eyes looking at you in a sorrowful way. “Why?” His voice sounded broken.

“Because,” you paused as you looked away from him. “I want to be a great Jedi, to make Qui-gon proud of me.”

“But, Qui-gon's already proud of you,” he said. “Surely you know that, right?”

“Yes, I know,” you nodded. “But there's a reason why I need to train under the influence of the Council.”

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I can't really tell you. It's a secret.” As you said this, you saw, from the corner of your eyes, that he winced a bit. “But once I make myself a Jedi, I will go back to my home planet to finish what I should have done years ago.”

Obi-Wan let out a dry chuckle, making you frown. “For a nine year old, you are a quiet grown up. When I was at your age, well, I buried myself in the archives and sometimes play with my créchemates.”

“I'm built different, I think.”

This time, Obi-Wan let out a soft laugh. You smiled at him. At least, it's not really sad and crying as you're saying your goodbyes, right?

“Do you know why it's harder for me to say goodbye to you than with Anakin?” You asked.

“Why?”

“Because, you have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing,” you said as his smile widened. “You were always there when I needed someone. And that's why, it's so hard to say goodbye. I have to say goodbye to you now but, always keep in mind that we will meet again soon.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “It’s hard to accept that the crossroads of destiny is making us part. I already lost my Master, now I'm losing you as well. The only reason I am happy saying goodbye is that I know that the force will find a way to bring us back together again. ”

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