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ilythena · 3 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 || 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

★SUM as you begin to get closer to graduating, you realize that things are way different than you planned them to be.

Fem! Reader, Platonic Hughes brothers x reader, the reader is younger than Luke making her the youngest, fears of loneliness, and anxiety, readers nickname is mini, reader is in high school! they’re pictured as siblings but whether or not they are actually biologically related is not mentioned.

♪ Prom - SZA

Looking around at all the bright lights shining from the ceiling, you can see the way everyone is happy and dancing and you can’t help but feel a deep fear in your stomach.

Earlier today, you and your friends were walking around and the topic of colleges and careers came up. You already knew what you wanted to be, having your college and major picked out just in case hockey didn’t work out for you but you doubted that you’d fail to become a pro in the sport industry.

But as everyone went around you realized that everyone is changing, and that nobody in your group wanted to do anything remotely similar to the person next to them. One friend wanted to move to Miami while the other wanted to try doing studies abroad all the way across the world.

You knew you weren’t the best at making friends, and you worked hard to even get to know the ones you do have now. That gut eating feeling that despite how hard you worked to become liked, it didn’t matter because you would have to do it all over again.

Having a group of boys bump into you and bring you back to reality, you realize the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, too many people around you and not enough air, everyone seems to know everyone and you’re just standing there, unsure of where to turn.

Your friend, Angie, notices your sudden change in mood and gently drags you outside for some air with two of your other friends, iris and Lucas, follow behind you guys. “Earth to y/n? You there?” Angie says and you can feel your throat closing up on you before you can do anything.

Tears stinging your eyes and you let out the loudest sob you might’ve ever let out in your entire life. “What happened?! Did someone touch you?? I’ll beat them up right now!” Iris immediately spit out, and Lucas had to tell her to take the calm approach.

You tried to tell them what was wrong but you didn’t know how to say it. Words weren’t coming to your mind and you could barely breath, heavy sobs and snotty tears running down your face and all three of your friends didn’t know what to do. Lucas got a sudden idea, “do you need me to call Quinn for you?” He said and you immediately shouted out a “yes!” With your voice wavering.

He unlocked your phone and pressed Quinn’s contact and just as the phone was about to be sent to voicemail, Quinn answered.

“Hey, aren’t you busy? Why’re you calling-“ “hi. It’s her friend, Lucas? I’m not too sure if you remember me…….but that’s not important!” He said quickly bringing himself back on track

Quinn was sitting on the couch when your contact popped up on his phone. Didn’t think anything of it, hell, he didn’t even know you were calling until he felt the vibration of it in his pocket.

He had to pause playing uno with Jack and Luke to answer the phone, and now that your friend was on your phone instead of you, Quinn immediately knew something was up.

“Um, y/n’s having like some type of break down right now, and she’s so red in the face I think she’s gonna make herself pass out.” Lucas says and Quinn doesn’t hesitate to jump up and ask where you all were. Lucas said that you were all still at the school in the courtyard and that’s all he needed to know before jumping in his car. Obviously, not without an extremely worried Luke in the back and a concerned Jack in the passenger seat.

Quinn got there so fast you would think he had ran every single red light to get to you, and as soon as he saw you, he gently got you up on your feet from the ground and got you in the car. He had the courtesy to see if your friends were okay as well, but they said they were going back inside and that they hope you’re okay.

Jack looks back from his seat and his heart breaks at your distressed state. “Y/n, what happened?” He asked and you still didn’t say anything, just had your sobbing die down into small cries and clinging onto Luke who would’ve provided you the comfort anyways.

As Quinn gives you a random water bottle that you have no idea where it came from, you dont question it and take a few sips. “I’m so scared.” You suddenly say and Luke looks at you puzzled. “Scared of what, mini?” And you suddenly get embarrassed. “I totally overreacted and ruined my whole night over something so stupid.” You groan and throw your head back with a red face.

“It can’t be stupid if you’re scared of it. We won’t judge you” Quinn says gently and Jack nods in agreement. “…..it’s just….. I’m scared of moving on? I guess? I don’t know how to say it…” you say meekly and Luke nods for you to continue.

“I don’t wanna start this stuff all over again. Like, when I started high school I was alone and I didn’t even make my first friend until my sophomore year. And now to know that I have to do it all over again? I’m scared. I don’t want people to think I’m weird, or that I’m unapproachable.” You sigh out and Luke rubs your back in support.

“It won’t be that bad. I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll meet the right people at the right time.” Quinn reassures you as he makes a turn into the driveway of their parents home.

You thank god that they’re not home so you just walk into the house and straight into your room with embarrassment hanging off you.

After a few moments later, all three brothers walk into your room with your favorite food, and you give them a small smile as they make themselves comfortable.

Jack wastes no time immediately snuggling up next to you, as apparently “your bed was more comfortable than his” as he said himself. Luke also wanted to join in on the fun apparently and as he puts the food on your nightstand, he plops himself on top of you and Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at your squeak of “get off me!”

Luke doesn’t budge and simply looks at you, and after a heartbeat of silence, he reaches for a French fry. “We love you y/n. I know I didn’t say much but……I love you!” He said and you smack him on the top of his head as he rolled onto the other side of you.

“Yeah same. Don’t be afraid to tell us anything, even if Quinn is the best at comforting you….” Jack says and you immediately agree with a disagreeing Luke. “I’m physical comfort!” He protest while you and him get into a playful argument and Quinn just stares at the three of you.

“Quinn? You gonna jump into y/n’s bed too or no? It’s too comfortable. Honestly I can fall asleep right now.” Jack says and you scoot your legs up so Quinn could have a place to relax too. And at the look of your eyes waiting for him, how could he say no to his favorite sibling?

After Quinn lays down, definitely more gently than the other two, you reach for your remote and look for a movie that all three of you could watch.

Your parents finally come home and see all four of their children snuggled up into one bed, and your mom coos at the sight while your father smiles.

I actually hate how I ended this…but I’m sick and really wanted to get something out! 🤍

#jack hughes #x reader #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #nhl x reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #hughes brothers #fanfic #ꨄ angie’s works.

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calibali22 · 7 months

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Smoking with NCT Dream (reaction)

a/n: ayo I highk wasn't even gonna write today😭 but conversations with @neoculturecollectives will get you typing a mile a minute ong, so thank you for enabling my impulsion fren🩷

warning: mature. mdni

Mark: Mark would be all sexy and chill which would make him even sexier. He would absolutely cuddle with you and let you sit on/straddle his lap- platonically or in a relationship, just know it's ending in you riding him. maybe another round in the shower..and he may wake you up with head in the middle of the night.

Renjun: This could actually be a solo thing where he smokes alone. He'd be so pent up from schedules and shenanigans that he relishes in being able to finally sit back on the sofa and have a little me time. Now that he's calm and relaxed, he's definitely jerking off. Mans isn't quiet about it either. If he's feeling a lil spicy he might even record himself a bit and send it to you.

Jeno: This guy would just already be head thrown back still smoking as you ride him. He would have one hand slapping and gripping your ass, telling you to go slow before he ditches the blunt to wrap both arms around you and fuck up into you. He'll probably get sleepy after a shower and will climb straight into bed cuddling flush up against you buck ass naked.

Haechan: Haechan. dear Lord, Haechan. This man would be manspreading on purpose, tilting his head back to blow out the smoke because he knows how much you like his neck. His hand placement would be oh so intentional as it rests on his crotch or just on his thigh right next to it- thumb rubbing back and forth over his semi hard on. He would either be very up front about wanting to fuck, or, he'd be so obviously faking obliviousness that you just end up begging for him and he gives in biting his lip saying "Princess if you wanted it so bad you just needed to ask."

Jaemin: One word. shotgun. It'd be an experimental thing but right as it happens, Jaemin would just stare at your face. studying you. His eyes are heavy as he gives you that growing smile where he's biting his lip and raises his eyebrows as if saying "you like that?" You will most likely end up giving him head after that.

Chenle: ngl this little shit may be full of mischief. He would spend the whole night spamming your phone with texts about how you're all scared and won't pull up. Until you do. Then he's biting his lip staring at you as you go off on him about bothering you. When you stop mid-rant to go on about him not listening, he interrupts you with a kiss and says "you make anger so hot" just to piss you off💀

Jisung: I feel like there would also be straddling with Jisung. He would kind of space out every now and then. All of a sudden his hands would glide over your ass and just grip it greedily, absentmindedly mumbling a "mine" when you let out a moan. Then as you sit back straight on him after placing the blunt and lighter on the table, one of his hands would slide up to your neck, lightly choking you- your own gripping the seam of his t-shirt. The vibes are just hella sensual not even gonna lie. He would re-adjust you to sit directly on his bulge, making you grind against it. The part that would make him snap is the whimper you release when he traces your lips with his tongue and adds a little pressure to your throat. After that he's pulling you into a deep and slow paced kiss led by him. You're not shy with the tongue and that just makes him grind back against you harder. Basically y'all cum from making out and dry humping lmao.

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zg0nuwa · 2 months

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Hey, sorry i feel so demanding when asking someone so i had to let they know that this is just a silly idea *_-YOU CAN IGNORE IT AND DONT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT!!!-_*

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG BUT I HAD TO LET IT OUTT!!! I hope you understand what i meant, thank you take care!

Anyways... So the idea is: The earthrealm trio, Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Kung lao (or any charactr you prefer) liking the reader very much (It can be platonic or romantic up to you) and they always get in little fights or arguments because they are kinda jealous of you, not something sick and twisted but you know, like, little things like they fighting to sit beside you when watching a movie together and one of them end up sitting on the grund in front of you (so all of you sit on the ground together) or when they are walking and they see you from afar one of them starts to running to get to you faster than the other but the reader is very oblivious, besides loving all 3 of them very much and keeping to themselves because the reader doesnt know what polyamorous is and think its problematic to love all the 3 guys at the time and their worst fear is to hurt those 3 protective, dependable and caring fellas. Also the reader always makes a effort to spend time them too, specially with the 3 at the same time, and they are all very touchy with esch other? Like hugs, hand holding, hands on the shoulders when walking together...

( doing this also with raiden because this boy has my heart )

cw ; this is not exactly romantic but also not very platonic, i hope this is okay

first and foremost, may god have mercy on you, because these four won't. johnny and kung lao are the worst, childish competitions and being up in your personal space, always a hand on your shoulder, thigh, in their hand. kenshi and raiden are much more reasonable and just happy to be in your presence.

johnny is the initiator i would say, he'd probably be the first one to show you this type of attention, which, to be honest, is not much different from before. he is definitely more touchy and maybe a little pushover with his advances towards you. it's not because he doesn't respect your boundaries, he does and takes it very seriously when you tell him to stop. it's more like inserting himself wherever you are, dropped a pen? he already picked it up! forgot something? would you look at that! he has a spare or coincidentally has that specific thing on him!

kung lao is... specific. he's also touchy but he feels a little awkward, like he's not really sure he can be touchy and affectionate with you. while johnny is confident and straightforward he's more of a "pretending to yawn and putting my arm over your shoulder' type of person. this still doesn't make him drop the cocky personality.

kenshi is passive, at least thats how he seems to be, he doesn't mind the others behavior but much prefers being one on one with you. his affection comes in form of long deeps talks that go well into the night. he's open, he's comfortable and he shows it well. does small favors for you like putting you laundry away, turning the lights off if you fall asleep and forget, making an extra cup of tea and "surprisingly" it's always your favourite.

raiden is a charmer, sometimes without even trying. remembers the smallest things about you. not to mention that he's very timid but he's not this "shy baby" that blushes at any advance towards him. he's actually a smartass sometimes and has a lot of good responses to flirty anecdotes. also the best advice giver, no matter what it may be he's always here to figure something out for you.

together they can get pretty chaotic but not to the point where they're jumping at eachother throats. call it friendly rivalry they say ( usually it's between kung lao and johnny but johnny always seems to drag in kenshi so you and raiden just wait until the drama resolves itself)

#johnny x reader #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #kung lao x reader #raiden x reader #mk1 x you #mk1 x reader #kenshi x reader #kenshi takahashi x reader

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jungkookslipring · 3 months

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family line

Summary: When things go too far in your household, your best friend finally learns about the dark history of your family.

Pairings: Joshua x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, AU

Relationship: Platonic

TW: Mentions of bl00d, physical/psychological abuse from parents, crying. If any of this is triggering please refrain from reading this fic. This fic takes place in an AU. This does not portray the artist or artists in real life.

You were done. You couldn't spend one more hour in the house you lived in for far too long. You only agreed to stay with your parents after college while you were apartment hunting, but you’ve been in the house 22 years too long, and it was time to get out. You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom that was now cracked, holding onto your arms that were beginning to bruise. It hurt a little to breathe, given that a hand (and occasionally a fist) connected with your body not too long ago. You were able to protect your face for the most part, and if there was a bruise forming it was long forgotten, you were quick to put on makeup to cover up any evidence. You were genuinely shocked there was no blood drawn this time. After a few deep breaths and one final examination of the makeup you just applied. you texted the only person you knew would be up at this hour.

Y/n: hey, I know it’s a long shot, but do you care if I crashed in your couch just for tonight, maybe even tomorrow night too? Its okay if you say no.

He wasted no time responding back to you.

Shua: Yeah of course! Everything okay?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, typing away. He knew your living situation wasn't ideal but it was what you could afford as of now. You've spent most of your days at his place but always went home in the evening. The one and only time you have ever spent the night at his place was when you had a movie night with him and the guys and you ended up falling asleep on his couch, and it was easy to say that was the most peaceful slumber you have ever had probably in your entire life.

Y/n: Just family stuff...

Shua: I'm on my way, see you in 10

You let out a shaky exhale as you put the essentials in your duffle bag. This should last you a couple days. Not even 8 minutes later your phone buzzed.

Shua: "I'm here y/n"

You exhaled and opened your window, quietly climbing out of it. You've done this hundreds of times, you're grateful you haven't been caught. Joshua parked in his usual spot, a block away, out of site out of mind in case your parents woke up. You came around the corner, the door already unlocked and ready for you to hop in.

"Hey y/n" he said gently. You gave him the best smile you could until his eyebrows furrowed.

"What happened?" he asked, eyeballing the bruise forming on your arm. Your heart dropped; forgot to put on a jacket to cover up your arms. He reached to examine it, heart-shattering as you flinched. His eyes widened when the realization hit him.

"I'm sorry..." you say queitly. He shook his head. Why were you apologizing?

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked absolutely baffled. You've flinched around him before, when someone was too loud or when someone made sudden movements but he always thought you were just a jumpy person. He didn't know the extent of the abuse that happened at that house. He knew your parents were narcissistic and slightly mentally abusive (from what you've told him) but he didn't know it went this far.

"Nothing, sorry I don't know why I'm apologizing," you chuckle, trying to ignore the burning behind your eyes. His eyes widened.

“Y/n, did someone do this to you?” he asked. The lack of response was killing him. Joshua wanted to press further but not while they were on the street. He swallowed and put the car into drive. He looked over at you and oh so slowly held out his hand. You looked down at it and took hold of it. He ran his thumb over yours in a comforting motion, hoping to soothe you even a little, to let you know you were safe. You took deep breathes through your nose, willing the tears from spilling. Once you two pulled up to his place, he turned off the engine and opened his door to get out. When he saw you hadn't gotten out yet, he appraoched your door and opened it.

"Whatever is going on, you're safe here y/n, I promise," he said comfortingly. You bite your lip and nod. He grabs your bag for you and he unlocks the door, allowing you into his home first. He closed the front door as quietly as humanly possible so you wouldn't jump. The smell of vanilla and the warmth of his home sprung tears to your eyes. You're here almost everyday, but this night was different. Tonight it went too far at your house, and you knew you didn't want to go back, but what choice did you have?

"Y/n..." Joshua whispered when he saw tears already running down your face. He wanted to hold you so bad, but looking at the state you were in, touch might've been the last thing you wanted.

"Can I--can I hug you?" he asks. You nod rapidly when the first sob of the night rips from your throat. He didn't know if he should approach you first or if he should wait till you come to him. Luckily you made that decision for him as you walk to him, essentially throwing yourself on him, whimpering at the pain you caused yourself but you didn't care. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, wondering if there were bruises anywhere else besides your arm. He realized you also had makeup on, more than usual. His heart fell to his stomach realizing what happened.

"Y/n...honey, what happened?" he asked, trying to keep his voice stable. You cried harder, squeezing your eyes shut.

"D-Dad got mad...took it out on m-me," was all you could say before yet another gut-wrenching sob ripped from your throat. Your grip on Joshua's shirt tightened, and the lump in his throat was getting harder to swallow as he started stroking your head.

"How long has this been going on, angel?" he asked shakily. He tried to keep his voice steady, he really did. He was hoping you'd say just this once, he prayed and prayed you wouldn't say longer than this.

"Years...he's been doing this for years..." you whimper as your body shook harder. Tears were soaking into his shirt now.

"Baby..." he choked as tears started falling. Your best friend of lord knows how many years had no idea you were being physically abused this entire time. You always had a smile on your face, and even when you had "issues" with your parents you always shrugged and said "it's whatever" when Joshua would ask if you were okay. He wasn't going to make you relive what you just experienced, so he stood there, holding like he was protecting you from the world, whispering calming and encouraging phrases in hopes to get your heart to stop hurting.

"I got you"

"Let it out, let it all out, honey,"

"You're safe here"

"No one can hurt you anymore"

"I'm here, I'm right here"

“I love you so much”

At some point you two moved over to the couch, pulling you down so he could hold you in his arms properly. Your sobs had subsided but the tears wouldn't stop. This entire time while your face was buried in Joshua's chest, he was shedding his own silent tears. How did he not see this? After all these years.

"Its not your fault," he hears you say. He looks down at you, staring into your gorgeous eyes that were red and glossy.

"Its my fault for not telling you-" you start before Joshua gently shushed you, stroking your hair once again.

"None of this is your fault, none of this was ever your fault, sweetie," he says gently, sniffling when you reach up to wipe at his eyes. He understood why you wouldn't say anything, but he was so hurt that you went all these years, just accepting it all as if you deserved it. Joshua felt sick. There was no way in hell he was letting you go back to that house, but you were in such a vulnerable state right now, he knew he needed to phrase his words differently.

"Y/n?" he asked, waiting for you to respond. As soon as you hummed, he took a deep breath. "I would feel more at ease if you stayed here until you found a place of your own. And if you want to stay here permanently, I would be more than honored to have you as a roommate," he said sincerely. Your eyes widened. You wanted to interject, tell him you were fine, but you have done that long enough, and the idea of not stepping back into that home sparked joy in your heart.

"Are...are you sure?" you ask. Your heart broke looking at him as he nodded, tears filling his eyes. Oh he was dead serious.

"Thank you..." you breathe out as tears of relief fall down your eyes. You hug him tightly, ignoring the pain you feel in your ribs and arms. You didn't care. You were safe. Joshua was your safe space. Your family wasn't blood, your family came in the form of your friends who had nothing but love for you.

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#svt au #svt hurt/comfort #svt fanfic #svtedit #svt x reader #joshua #svt joshua #svt x y/n

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Embarrassment (platonic Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: A strange father-daughter duo gets your attention at a fan signing event.

Note: singer!reader, pre-outbreak / This is the scene I mentioned in You must be new here. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

It was another signing event a day before your concert in Austin. Things went smoothly. You had every kind of fan, from an obsessed teenager through an adult who found herself in your songs straight to a creepy guy who had your face and name on a shirt and started the whole meeting with saying I love you. Sometimes it was too much to handle, but today you were in a strangely good mood.

Your ears picked up a frustrated conversation from the line in front of you. There was a teenage girl standing there with an older man, probably her father, and they argued about something quite heatedly. The girl was on the verge of a breakdown while the man seemed to be pleased with himself. He reached out to pat her head in a comical manner, but she moved out of the way and pushed his hand away.

“Can you just wait outside, please?” she asked loudly.

Several people turned to look at them, which made the girl hang her head and let out a frustrated sigh. The man theatrically thought about this suggestion, a move that drew a smile on your lips, then shook his head. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but she soon changed her mind because she noticed you watching them.

She turned away in embarrassment, and her father looked in your direction to see what made her react like this. When your eyes locked, you couldn’t help but gulp. This man was gorgeous, especially with those big brown eyes of his that were now focused on you. He was exactly your type, but you had to behave. You weren’t here to flirt with hot dads, you were here for the fans.

You cleared your throat and tore your gaze away, finally paying attention to the young guy in front of you. He gave you a nice long speech you had heard a million times before about how your music helped him through heartbreaks, but it was okay, you just had to smile and say a few kind words.

When your new favorite pair reached the table, your lips curled into a genuine smile and you looked back and forth between the two, waiting to see if any of them would start talking. But the girl seemed nervous, the dad was mentally far, far away, so you took it on yourself to break the silence.

“Hello. What’s your name?” you asked the girl. She bit on her lower lip, unable to say anything. “You know, my dad was the same when I was your age,” you told her conspiratorially, your words followed by a wink.

The man suddenly looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Really?” the girl asked with a bright smile. Finding out they had something in common with you usually helped to break the ice. “I’m Sarah. Could you sign this for me?”

You nodded with a smile as you took the CD from her and took out the cover to sign it. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at her father who was staring at you with an amused look on his handsome face. Once you were done, you gave it back to her, but when she wanted to take it, you didn’t let go.

“Listen, I get it, fathers take every opportunity they get to embarrass their children, but it only shows that he loves you,” you told her seriously. “He came here with you, I’m sure he wants to learn what you’re excited about. Look, my dad died two years ago, but if I could go back in time, I would let him follow me everywhere so I could spend more time with him. Think about it, okay?”

She nodded then finally took the CD from you. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Bye,” she chimed happily before walking away.

Her father took a deep breath as he watched her, and once she got out of earshot, he leaned closer to you and said, “Thank you. For everything.” He flashed a disarming smile at you and it knocked every thought out of your mind. You just nodded and watched him catch up with his daughter in silence.

You took a sip of water as you tried to pull yourself together, fighting that voice in the back of your mind that told you to go after them. You couldn’t do this. Paparazzi were outside, dying to get a photo they could sell for a small fortune to gossip magazines. Seeing you flirt with him wouldn’t be good for your image.

At least that’s what your manager and publicist would say.

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#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #sarah miller #the last of us #tlou

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staplegrapes · 2 years

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Not On My Watch (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Description: You make a mistake that gets Sam hurt on a hunt. You're certain Dean is going to kick you out. However, you seem to be the only one who thinks that.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I wrote this fairly platonically, yet I feel like it can be left to personal interpretation.

Also, I'm working on writing and actually posting. I struggle with overthinking fics. This one was written, proof-read and posted in a record-breaking two hours.

TW: Mentions of canon-typical injuries and self-doubt

✨Gender Neutral Reader✨

Narcotics had nothing on the pain-masking effect of embarrassment. Sure, you had bloody gash on your cheek, a bruise forming over your entire thigh, a throbbing hip on the other side and ringing in your ears, but you didn’t feel it, not all the way. The one thing you could feel fully was the absolute destruction of your pride.

To make a long story short, you made a mistake that got Sam hurt, really hurt. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed, but he was going to be out of commission for at least two months by your estimate. Two months of a constant reminder of your screw-up.

You also felt the rock in your stomach thinking about having to interact with Dean. Sure, the brothers loved you. You knew Sam would forgive you, but Dean? Dean was a complicated guy, but one thing was simple. Sam was his everything. If you didn’t love Sam the way he does, then you’re not worth his time. You made an intentional decision that got Sam hurt, nearly killed. Any chance you had with the hunter you had fallen so hard for vanished in that single moment. His worry for Sam preoccupied any sort of interaction he would have had with you on the way back to the bunker. The moment the two of you managed to position Sam on a bed in the infirmary you disappeared into your room. Dean didn’t even notice, he was already tending to Sam.

You couldn’t cry. Not before Dean even came in here and yelled at you to get out. What you could do, was take a breath and start packing. The Winchesters had graciously let you claim one of their spare rooms as your own for when you passed through. Lately, there wasn’t a lot of leaving, Sam and Dean and the bunker were the closest thing you had to a home in years, until now.

As you began to move, your physical injuries started to make themselves known, but you just ignored them and tried to breathe through it. The sooner you could high-tail it out of here the better.

You had packed up all your drawers into the duffle bag, just as you were about to start clearing off the desk and side table you heard a knock on the door. You hide the duffle under your bed. You stare at the door for a moment.

This was it. This was the last time you’d ever see Dean Winchester.

“-me in,” the words got caught in your throat from not speaking for so long.

You saw the door open slowly and slightly, only his head peaking through.

“Hey,” he says with a scowl on his face. This was going to break your heart.

“H-hey, h-how’s Sam?” what you would give to not look and sound so pathetic right now. He is probably wondering why he ever let you hang out with them in the first place.

Dean steps in the room, closing the door behind him. He still has the scowl but it doesn’t look quite as threatening as you expected. It was the type of face he had when he was stressed or concerned. Yet, at the mention of Sam, his expression softens.

“He’s doing ok, he’ll be alright, but that demon did a hell of a number on him.”

You nod, sitting back down onto the bed.

“I know I was focused on Sammy back there, but I caught your limp, Tiny Tim. I brought you this.” Dean holds out an ice pack wrapped in a towel along with a bottle of Advil you didn’t notice him holding before.

“Your hip, right? Giving you trouble again?” He questions. You nod, taking the Advil from his hand.

After you take the meds and place the ice pack there’s a silence in the room. He’s looking down to his shoes crossing his arms, once again, a sign he was deep in thought.

“Look, we need to talk about it.” He sighs. In that moment you had a surge of confidence, maybe the universe granted your confidence a final hurrah. You interrupt him before he can say anything more.

“For whatever it’s worth, I didn’t realize Sam was back there. That’s on me. I didn’t think the Demon was set on trying to kill Sam. Just don’t think I intentionally put Sam in danger. It was a mistake, but a big one, I get it.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve already hashed this out.” He shrugs much less angry than you expected. “Good talk, I’ll just go grab…”

“I’ll be out of here as soon as I can.” You cut him off.

“What?” Dean turned back with a mixed look of confusion and concern. The two of you shared the same expression. You were shocked he was shocked and he was shocked in general that you’d say that.

“You want to leave? Now?” He questions gruffly.

You shrug. “Well, I don’t want to, but…”

“You think we were gonna kick you out?” He cuts you off, realizing what you meant.

Despite Dean not reacting as poorly as you expected, you still felt guilty. You didn’t belong here. You burst into tears, burying your face in your hands. You’re not sure if it’s relief or embarrassment, it’s likely a bit of both.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” Dean pulls your hands down from your face, kneeling in front of you.

“You can’t get rid of us that easily.” He quips, taking a look at the cut on your cheek.

“I’m the reason Sam’s hurt.” You whisper.

It was quite for a moment. Dean likely was mulling through the thoughts in his head. Still, you couldn’t bear to look at him, but again, he wasn’t having any of that as he gently angled your head back to look at him.

“It was a split-second decision. You thought it was right. It wasn’t. That’s how you learn. You know how many of those Sammy and I have made risking one another? I couldn’t name them all within the last year.”

“I didn’t mean to put him in danger.”

“Sweetheart, I know. You really thought we’d kick you out?”

“It’s Sam.” You whisper. In that moment Dean knew this wasn’t about them kicking you out, it was solely about him.

“It’s you. He whispers, giving you a small smile grabbing your hand. “I know you well enough to know it was a mistake, and you’ll beat yourself up, maybe a little too hard, but you’ll make an effort to learn from it.” He kisses your knuckles. Still, it’s hard for you to wrap your head around his forgiveness.

“But, if you make another mistake, you know that’s ok right? Sam and I make mistakes, even ones we get pissed off over, but we’re family, so are you.”

“Dean, I…”

“Seriously, you’re family. Now let’s get you cleaned up. Yeah?”

You knew the argument ended there. You were their family, period.

He stands back up and as he turns his foot catches on the strap to your duffle below your bed. Looking, down, you both see his boot pulled it out far enough from underneath the bed to see what’s inside. It doesn’t take a genius to know that’s almost all your belongings.

He freezes, doing a quick glance to you and back down to the bag.

Wordlessly, he steps back closer to you, pulling you into himself in a tight hug. You’re still sitting, but the bed sits high enough your head rests just below his chest. Wrapping your arms around him, you finally realized something you had known all along. He loved you. A mistake didn’t change that in an instant.

“I’m not gonna let you bolt because of some mistake, you got that right?”

You nod. He pulls back, gently pushing you back to fully lay down on the bed. He walks to the door, for once heading to get the med kit as he meant to get before. But he can’t seem to stop himself from turning back to you one more time.

“You’re not going anywhere, not on my watch.”

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#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #character x reader #dean winchester x platonic!reader #supernatural whump #spn whump #hurt and comfort #spn fanfiction

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nyxlaufeyson · 11 months

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Coming Out

Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: None, but could be read as Loki x reader, or just general friendship. Works perfect either way, it's not the focus and there's no romantic mention other than "love," but I think platonic love is valid.

Type: Pride Fluff!

Wordcount: 519

TW: None

Synopsis: You come out to the team. (And so does Loki). Also there is no specific labeling of the reader, so you can imagine it as it fits your identity. So like there is no gender or orientation-specific mentions of the reader. You can be bi, gay, lesbian, trans, and still read this and fit it to your liking in your head.

A/N: This one takes up the "coming out" block of my Pride Month special! I do hope you like this one. I didn't feel the need to make it centered on romance, so just some Marvel coming out fluff. (Again, could be read as an established relationship OR friendship).

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

This was it. This was the day you were going to announce to the team your sexual identity.

You weren’t worried that they wouldn’t accept you, as you couldn’t imagine any of them to be homophobic, but that didn’t make you any less nervous.

You walked into the common areas of the tower, seeing most of everyone lounging around and immersed in their own conversations and affairs.

You cleared your throat, and most of the team stopped their conversations and looked up at you, expectantly.

Most of them.

“Tony! Peter!” You shouted, the two of them looking over to you, surprised.

“Sorry, I was just trying to explain this movie to Mr. Stark.” Peter said, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Of course you were.”

You turned your attention to the whole of the room, taking a deep breath. “I have an announcement to make.”

You hesitated for a moment before telling them, mustering all your courage as you explained to them what you were and what that meant.

The room was quiet for a moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was a bad idea. You thought to yourself, biting your lip.

“That’s awesome!” Wanda said, walking over to you and giving you a hug. Natasha followed, smirking at you. “Pretty sure everyone knew you were fruity somehow. After all, we live with you.”

You laughed, appreciating their support. The rest of the team voiced their support, all of them happy for you.

“You know, I’m what Midguardians call bisexual.” Loki confessed as you took a spot next to him on the couch. “And gender-fluid.” He said, and you smiled. “That’s awesome.”

Loki chuckled, standing up. “And the best part about that is-” Loki said, green magic flashing over them as their form changed to a more feminine form. “I can just do this whenever I want”

Loki did a little twirl and your jaw dropped as you took in her features. “Oh my god you're beautiful! Not that you're not usually beautiful, of course.”

“Of course.” She said, winking at you as she sat back down with you on the couch.

Most of the team was utterly surprised with Loki’s transformation, but Thor looked indifferent. “Loki used to switch forms all the time in Asgard, especially when it would help them get out of trouble.” Thor said, cracking a smile.

“I remember this one time when we were children, Loki ran in and caused a scene with her horse. She let the horse lose and ran back out, and then a few minutes later, the Loki everyone knew showed up. Nobody had recognized Loki in their female form, so they got away with it.”

Loki chuckled, remembering that banquet night. “Later on Mother did realize it was me. Though, she never did tell Odin.”

“Well, I still love you no matter the form you take.” You said, and Loki gave you her signature grin. “Even if I was a worm?” She asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I should have never taught you about social media.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

Tag list (Sorry if you guys don't want to be tagged for the Pride stuff, please just lmk and I can remove you for the non- xreader pride stuff. Lmk if you want to be added/removed!!!): @anukulee @mischief-dream @iceeericeee

Also yay I posted twice in a row- woah.

#fanfic #lgbtq marvel #marvel fanfic #genfic #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #avengers #marvel #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq+#pride #write with pride

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Can I requests a Ploy!Mikaelson boys and Platonic!Rebekah x Black!Reader? Where reader owns her own business and spoils them and Hayley is surprised because she thought Elijah was single.

Oh yes powerful rich black woman are my fucking favorite!

Warnings: Mikaelson boys being simps, Fluff, Y/N ain't having any of Hayley's pettiness,

A/N: my girls with natural hair please remember to wrap your hair in a silk or satin scarf because I forgot one morning and spent hours untangling my curls.

Y/N had came home after being a month away for work and as soon as her heels clacked against the stone floor and her sweet scent hit the vampire's noses. The boys were gone leaving behind a confused Hayley with a smirking Rebekah who got up to follow with the hybrid.

Hayley saw the Mikaelson men helping a gorgeous woman with her bags as Hayley saw the woman had glowing light chocolate skin, loose long curls down her back. The woman was dressed in a short pencil skirt with a navy blue botton up tucked into the skirt that showed off her curvy hips with white heels that made her ass look even great in the skirt. Elijah was helping her remove her coat and Kol was bringing in her bags with Klaus.

From what Hayley could tell the black woman was working for a company of some sort and didn't miss the way the three men shamelessly stared at the woman's ass when she bent over digging in her bag for something.

"Rebekah, who is that?"

"Y/N L/N, their lover and my best friend." Rebekah said noticing how her brothers were staring at the hem of Y/N's skirt that rode up a bit giving them a peek of the garner belt straps holding up her thigh thighs.

"Wait what?" Hayley choked out staring at Rebekah as Y/N had stood straight walking pass her loving men to Rebekah.

"You know they are pouting now?"

"They can wait or else they won't see the little lace number I am wearing." Y/N said making the three stand straight. Y/N giggled holding up a small bag to Rebekah.

"A gift?"

"I got something for each of you as an apology for being gone too long." Y/N said as Rebekah peeked in the bag smiling seeing it was a new pair of earrings. Y/N looked at Hayley smiling at the hybrid before returning to her men pulling gifts out for them too.

Hayley couldn't believe what she was seeing watching the Mikaelson men become somewhat submissive. No scratch that...the men were submissive to the woman seemly bending them to her will. Hayley watched them follow after the dark skinned woman as if she was the only women in the world.

"Rebekah, are they always so....submissive with her?" Hayley asked frowning when Y/N paused to kiss Elijah who responded back right away.

"No. But to keep that black beauty they worship her." Rebekah says walking away leaving a jealous Hayley behind. For the next few days whenever Hayley was at the Abattoir the hybrid saw how the Original men followed Y/N around getting her things or just sitting with her.

It was a chilly morning when Hayley came by and saw Y/N sitting in one of Klaus's Henley's and pajama pants with a clay mask on typing away on her laptop. Hayley noticed that she was on speakerphone talking to someone and Anderson.

"Just be sure that the work gets done." Y/N said hanging up her phone as Hayley stepped in as Y/N got up and cleaned off her face and sat back down.

"Can't do your own hair?" Hayley made a off hand comment looking at Y/N's hair wrapped up in a silk scarf as if she had just gotten out of bed.

"I can but it relaxes Elijah when he does my hair so I try not to."

"Where is Elijah? Out doing your dirty work like Kol and Klaus?"

"Ran out of hair products and as for Kol and Klaus. They said something about helping Davina ring in a few witches."

"I am surprised they are with woman like you." Hayley said making the black beauty look at her.

"I'm surprised that Klaus and Elijah even slept with a woman like you." Y/N said not in the mood for Hayley's petty comments. Y/N was no fool as she saw how Hayley looked at Elijah even though she was married.

"I am back my love." Elijah said before Hayley could say a word walking in kissing Y/N's cheek and placed down the bag.

"Hello Elijah.....you went overboard with buying products didn't you?"

"No. Just made sure you weren't going to run out." Elijah says taking off the silk scarf and got to work with her hair.

"Don't you think it is a bit worrisome that they drop everything for that woman?" Hayley asked Camille one night as she was having drinks at Rousseau's. Camille huffed as she met Y/N and found the woman gorgeous and cute how the Original men followed her around.

"Well no. I mean they are really really in love with her."

"But Elijah was going to wait for me." Hayley said as Camille frowned pouring the hybrid another drink.

"A hundred years is a long time to wait for a woman. Don't forget Elijah would have to wait until you are done mourning for Jackson."

"So him being with a woman that won't most likely live to 80 is better?"

"I was planning to turn but go off I guess." Y/N said walking in placing her bag down on the bar and Camille smiled at her. Hayley looked Y/N over seeing her dressed in a every professional dress with red bottom heels her hair in braids.

"Your usual whiskey?"

"Yes please Camille."

"Long day?"

"I have been dealing with the board of directors all day." Y/N said as Hayley frowned wondering why secretary would deal with a board of directors.

"Well you are an C.E.O and you can't hide in your office all day." Camille said shocking Hayley as her head snapped to the woman next to her.

"If I knew that I wouldn't have accepted the position."

"Then I wouldn't get brag that my wife is a powerful woman that could bury my enemies." Klaus's voice reached Hayley's ears as the Original hybrid walked in.

"Nik, I don't have a ring yet so why call me your wife?"

"That I am sorry for but Elijah insists that it be prefect." Klaus teases back before kissing the woman. Y/N giggled against his lips as Klaus hands rested on her hips.

"PDA? Is it because the guy at the end of the bar?" Y/N teased running her fingers though Klaus's hair pulling a deep groan from the back of his throat as he buried her neck. Hayley was surprised with how affectionate Klaus was to the human woman.

"Maybe." Klaus muttered letting her turned around to talk to Camille. Hayley just couldn't believe what she saw of Klaus just being a loving boyfriend.

"Hayley is quite the woman." Y/N said to Rebekah as both women were watching guests of the ball that Klaus and Elijah was throwing for the Factions. Y/N was dressed in a strapless and backless mermaid dress of a color that made Y/N's skin glow as she looked gorgeous.

"She is. I am still surprised Hayley managed to wormed her way into their beds."

"Hmm she stills have a thing for Elijah even though she is married." Y/N said sipping her drink watching Hayley with Elijah who was only being polite.

"Oh you noticed too?" Kol's smooth voice reached Y/N's ears as his arm wrapped around her waist placing a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"I did. Need something Kol?"

"Yes, I would like to dance." Kol said as Y/N chuckled letting Kol take her out to the floor to dance knowing Elijah would get jealous.

"Exuse me Hayley." Elijah said walking away headed over to Y/N and Kol asking to cut in which you allowed. The more Hayley hung around the more she saw just how much the Mikaelson men loved Y/N and saw how the woman spoiled them.

"Rebekah where is Elijah?"

"Den but I would recommend to be quite." Rebekah says walking out the Mikaelson home to meet up with Marcel. Hayley walked into the den finding Elijah asleep on the couch with Y/N asleep on him and Kol sleeping his face buried in her back and Klaus sleeping in a chair. Hayley frowned leaving not before noticing the ring on Y/N's hand as the hybrid didn't want to hear nor see the happy news when they woke that they were marrying.

#L.R writes #mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

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royaldumbass · 2 years

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Troubled Water

⚠SPOLIERS FOR SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME⚠ KEEP SCROLLING⚠ I MEAN IT PARNTERS ⚠

Pairing: Male reader and Peter Parker

Summary: After the events that was dealing with the multiverse and all the pain he went through and is still dealing with, Peter finds himself alone in his new crappy New York City apartment alone. Or at least, he thought. Luckily for Peter, he has a slightly older neighbor watching out for him.

Wordcount: 1,383

Note(s): Got damn it Marvel, I’m giving Peter a found family member that you can’t take away from him. This isn’t a ship work despite the tags, all feelings here are strictly platonic and will continue to be so should I make another part to this. Title is a little part from the song Brother by Kodaline.

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Peter stepped through the doorway to enter his apartment and looked around. It wasn’t much. He set up all his decorations from his room back at Aunt May’s to make his new place feel as comfortable as possible, but still, nothing felt like home. It’s only been a week since he lost everyone he cared for and the weight in his chest has yet to lift even a little. He’s keeping his distance from MJ and Ned and pretty much everyone for that matter. Being Spider-Man has taken a toll on him and the world surrounding. Being a hero... it’s not something he can be selfish in, but it hurts so much to not have his family like he used to.

Putting a fist in his mouth, Peter attempted to choke back a loud sob as he used his other hand to wrap around himself. He rocked forward as the first wave of tears fell from his already red eyes. His shoulders shook as he began to try his best to quietly weep in his own arms. The walls were thin so he did his best to not cry too loudly for his new neighbors not to hear, though sometimes he couldn’t contain himself.

Sliding to his knees, Peter put his mouth to his forearm as he laid on the ground as another rake of sobbing took him uncontrollably. Tears slid down from his face to his neck, some dropping from his chin onto the floor. “Oh god,” Peter whispered. “Please, get a hold of yourself, Peter,” he whimpered to himself.

In the back of his mind, Peter thought about how it was good he’s been staying so hydrated recently. Crying all the time without drinking water would only make his mood worse if it was coupled with constant headaches. That simple thought was a little of what he needed to get off from the floor with tears still actively falling down his face.

What did he even need to do? The teen thought as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Probably homework, Peter’s been falling behind on doing it without Ned around so they could do it together. Or maybe he should eat first. Cooking for himself has been difficult. May was supposed to teach him all sorts of recipes for when he graduated and was living on his own in college.

Peter put his palms over his eyes as a fresh wave of sobs cut through his body again, chest heaving as he struggled to get air into his lungs for a couple seconds. “Okay P-Peter.” he took a deep breath which did little to actually help his current state. “Homework or food first? Food or homework? Those are the only two options I can worry about now. Nothing else.” The sentences would’ve sounded more convincing and assured if his voice didn’t crack and he didn’t stutter so much to get through them.

Peter felt the hair along his body stand up as he felt the presence of someone at his door before the person got the chance to say anything first.

“I reckon some food first, kid. And also maybe uh, closing and locking your door before having mental breakdowns.” the new voice spoke up.

Slowly lowering his hands from his eyes and turning to his door to see who was there. It was some guy, probably not that much older than Peter himself, who was holding a medium sized container of what looked like to be some type of soup and a packet of crackers on the lid.

Peter opened his mouth to say something but a small cry came out instead. Clearing his throat and taking some deep breaths, he tried again. “I-I’m sorry man, have I been bothering you?”

The newcomer shrugged. “Walls’ thin. But you have the corner room and I’m the only one directly next to you, but you’re fine.” The person rubbed a finger in his ear, “Just got sensitive hearing is all. Been hearing you have a rough time since you moved in. Everyone in the ‘complex has their own problems but we’re all at least adults and got through high school, to some extent at least. Anyway, got you some soup.”

“I’m in my senior year,” Peter responded, taking a couple of steps over to the stranger.

A frown crossed the stranger’s face, “That’s so young. Where are your folks?”

Peter put a hand to his face and shook his head to which the stranger nodded, seemingly understanding what that meant.

“Well you have your own place, better than being in the system, even if senior year is kicking your ass. Though something tells me it’s not school that has you in this state, or at least not school alone.”

Peter wiped his face of new tears and nodded before another sob managed to escape his throat. “Everything happens all at once.”

“I hear you, kid. Mind if I come in? Soup’s kinda burning my hands at this point.”

The younger teen nodded, allowing the elder to come inside before actually closing the door to his apartment.

Setting the container on one of the only counters in the apartment, the newcomer introduced himself. “Name’s Y/n, by the way. ‘Live right next to you.”

“Peter,” he responded, wrapping his arms around himself and rubbing his hands on his shoulders.

“Well Peter, seems like you’re going through something rough and I’m not gonna pry, but I’ve eaten this exact soup and crackers and cried over whatever life threw at me multiple times and I’m not opposed to spreading my little tradition. I have a weighted blanket and a heating pad if you’re ever having trouble sleeping and want to feel a bit more secure.”

Y/n turned to lean on the counter before talking some more. “I don’t know what you’re going through so I won’t try to speak out of my ass and say everything’s gonna get better cause it might not. But through everything it’s good to have a good support system. You got anyone?”

Peter sniffled, at least right now he wasn’t bawling his eyes out. “Not anymore.”

Y/n sucked in a breath at the reply and winced, “Ouch, you remind me of myself a few years ago. Wasn’t a pretty sight and wasn’t doing too hot. Listen to me for a sec,” Y/n took a few steps over to Peter and put a reassuring hand on the younger male’s shoulder. “You find someone you can cry to, or cry with, even if it’s a little friend on the internet. And hey, if you can’t do that, or don’t want to, you can come to me at least even if you just want some soup every now and again. You hear?”

Peter nodded before trying to speak. Licking his lips a few times, he eventually manage to get some words out. “Can I get a hug?” Tears already started to form again but he pushed on. “I know it might be weird but it feels like I haven’t had one in a long time and I don’t know what to do with myself,” he sobbed at the end.

Without a moment more, Y/n wrapped Peter in probably the best hugs he’s gotten in a while. It only took a few more seconds for the teen to fully break down in the other’s arms. Shaking and struggling to breathe, everything was met with a pat on the back and a tighter hug.

As a few minutes passed and Peter seemed to calm down more, Y/n slowly let go and let Peter wipe his tears away. “C’mon, Peter, the soup’s getting cold, you never wanna eat cold soup on an already bad day. And maybe I can help you with your homework.”

Peter felt a small smile crawl across his lips as he went and grabbed a bowl and a spoon for himself. “Do you know anything about physics?”

Y/n laughed and threw his head back. “I absolutely do not, I do know how to look up answers on the internet, though.”

Peter quietly chuckled along with the other as he poured the soup into the bowl. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get through this. One step at a time.

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Never - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Never

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Platonic!Reader

Requested: by @shinestuart

Word Count: 1,084 words

Warning(s): torture, injury, cussing

Summary: (Season 11) It was stupid of the boys to believe that Amara was unaware of the one thing that could've killed her. Now, they had to face the consequences of dragging (Y/n) into the hunting world.

Author's Note: I kinda worked with my imagine "Milkshakes" more than anything else. I think it was where I most explicitly noted the reader as a weapon.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I gasped as I woke up.

I looked around. It was a warehouse or an old factory. It was dark and empty. The windows were too high for me to see out of. I didn't see any light coming through them. It was nighttime.

There were candles surrounding the whole building. I wasn't pegging Amara for the "pay the electrical bill" type. She was definitely more of the, "make sure to set the mood" type.

I was tied to a metal cross. My arms spread out, wrists tied to either end. My legs tied together and to the pole behind me. There was another rope around my waist to hold me still.

Amara stood before me. Grace and power. The two elements that could perfectly instill fear. I pulled on the restraints on my arms.

"Hello," she greeted. "I believe you know my brother."

"Not personally," I bit back. I had only known them for a matter of months, but Sam and Dean had already impacted how I acted.

She chuckled.

I tugged on my restraints again.

"I know about you," she explained. "God's perfect weapon. Probably that only thing that could defeat me."

"You should be scared of me then."

"Oh, no," Amara held and hand out and I felt my throat closing. "I don't need to. First of all, the- admittedly complex- sigil carved into that pole will stop your powers. Second of all... I have an offer. You have two choices, you can die or... you work with me."

She stopped choking me. I coughed as I tried to catch my breath.

I looked her in the eye, "Go to hell."

Suddenly, she was right in front of me, grabbing my jaw so I couldn't move my head.

"What was that," she sneered.

"I said, 'go to hell,'" I replied. She let go of my chin. "I will not help you destroy the world."

"Why because it's so great?"

"Because the people I love are here."

"The people the Winchesters dragged you away from?"

I fell silent, clenching my jaw.

Suddenly, I was choking again.

"You have nothing keeping you here. Join me and I can give you a purpose. Teach you to use your gift."

She released her grip again. I spit in her face.

"No," I said with a shaky voice.

It felt like I took a phantom punch to the gut.

"Oh sweetie," she teased. "You are in for a long night."

--time skip--

She was right.

It felt like days of the same cycle. Hitting, choking, and then negotiating for me to join her.

I always said no.

I held onto my free will and was ready to face death for it.

My body was weaker now. Arms barely holding up, legs weak, my head hanging down.

I yelped when there was a sudden jerk on my hair.

"You could make this all stop," she taunted.

"Go. To. Hell," I repeated like I always had.

She growled at me and used her powers to grab my throat, "You ungrateful, cowardly, selfish little-"

Amara didn't finish her speech before she was thrown into the far wall behind me.

I could barely even process what was happening before Sam was in front of me, untying the ropes.

"Sam," I muttered, voice weak and head spinning.

"We're here, we've got you," he promised.

I reached out and grabbed his shoulders as he worked on the ropes by my legs.

"What's going on," I asked.

"I'll explain in a minute," he said.

Sam was then thrown across the room. I almost collapsed as disappeared.

I was frantic.

I pulled at the ropes around my legs, convinced that I was going to die in a minute. My legs were weak and probably had some blood flow cut off earlier.

"Hey, hey," Dean was at the side of the platform, helping me down carefully. "There you go."

"I got them," Sam promised, running over from wherever he had been thrown. "Go help Cas and Chuck."

Who the hell was Chuck?

He helped me into the backseat, "Are you okay?"

"I feel like one massive bruise," I muttered. He sat next to me, letting me rest on his shoulder. "You should go help them."

Sam shook his head, "No, I was told to protect you."

I nodded against his shoulder. I was getting tired after all that had happened.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "It was my idea to drag you into this world. I knew the risk but I was just so desperate to stop Amara that I... I didn't care."

"I'm okay," I moved so my chin was on his shoulder. "I just need to work more."

"You shouldn't have to carry this weight-"

"I wouldn't have agreed to go with you guys if I thought that," I cut him off. "I'm alright now, Sam. Don't blame yourself for this."

Sam didn't speak. I knew that he didn't believe me. But he didn't speak against me either. He just wrapped his arm around me and held me close to his side.

It was only a minute longer before the others came running out. Dean, Cas, and... that must've been Chuck.

"Who is that," I mumbled to Sam.

"You alright, kid," Dean asked as he got into the driver's seat. Sam didn't have time to answer my question.

"I'm alive," I replied. "Is Amara-"

"She vanished on us," he said. Cas got into the passenger seat and Chuck sat in the back with Sam and me.

"Here, let me," Chuck reached over a touched my forehead.

I took a deep breath as I felt myself healing.

"Better," he asked. I nodded, still tired and not getting off of Sam's shoulder. "I should introduce myself. I'm Chuck... or God."

"What," I asked, now overwhelmed. "You're... You're God?"

"He's telling the truth," Dean promised as he pulled out onto the road quickly.

"Woah," I muttered. "Some of your angels are dicks."

Chuck let out a laugh at my blunt comment. I saw the rest of the car tense up.

"Yeah... that's my fault."

"Oh, I know," I nodded. "Thank you... for helping them save me."

"You're welcome," he grinned at me.

I closed my eyes, relaxing against Sam's shoulder again, wrapping my arms around one of his. I slowly let myself fall asleep.

I knew this life was going to be hard when I first met the boys and I was ready for that. I'd rather it be me suffering than the rest of the world.

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Love Birds

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Some meddling from the BAU helps Reader and Spencer come to their senses. Category: FLUFF Warnings: None really, just brief mentions of sex, some kissing, implied smut, mutual pining, and the word ‘damn’ at the end I guess? Word Count: 3.2k

Full Request: “...a blurb? Where the sexual tension between reader and spencer is very high and everybody is like ‘get a room’ so when they finally do it spencer tells penelope and reader tell emily so the next day penelope gives him those strawberries in chocolate that say ‘best dick ever’ and emily gives reader a cake that say ‘i finally get sex’ and reader and spencer are so embarrassed” —Anonymous

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***

Everyone was watching them. Truthfully, it was a wonder they hadn't noticed by now, but that was most likely to be expected from two people who were obviously in love with each other and still hadn't done anything about it yet.

Three years now. That's how long it had been since Y/N joined the team, and from the first day, she and Spencer were glued at the hip. She was the only one who actively listened to and laughed at his long, obscure jokes, and as their friendship blossomed, he stared following her around like a lovesick puppy. It was sickly-sweet, truth be told.

And the longer it went on, the longer they danced around the inevitable, the more fed-up the BAU got.

Currently, Spencer and Y/N were reading a book together. Like, they were actually reading together, sitting side by side while they took turns reading aloud. They did it every day when they came into work, and when they finished one book, the other person would pick the next one.

"I want to say it's annoying, but it's actually kind of sweet," JJ pointed out, peering through the blinds in Hotch's office, where they all gathered to spy on their friends.

"Yeah, but they've been doing it for almost two years," Emily stated. "You'd think that by now they'd have at least kissed..."

"Maybe they have and they just... haven't said anything?"

Penelope piped in this time, shaking her head. "No, Y/N would have told me, she tells me everything. And I mean everything."

"Well, what about Reid? Has he said anything to you?" JJ asked, turning to Derek.

He sighed. "No. But you know how he is, if he could avoid telling me anything at all about his love life, he would. And he has."

"Well, maybe you should say something to him," Emily suggested.

"You know he'll just shut me down and deny it."

"Then Garcia should do it."

She thought about it for a second before turning to Derek. "I am excellent at getting information out of people."

Suddenly the door opened, and everyone turned around to see Hotch entering his office, stopping for a second to take them all in before closing the door behind him.

"Sir, we can explain—" Penelope started.

Hotch held up a hand and made his way to his desk. "You're spying on them, aren't you?"

A quiet chorus of mumbled 'yes' and 'yes, sir's sounded through the room before he actually sat down with the most miniscule of smiles.

"I'd say to make sure you all leave one at a time so they don't catch on, but something tells me they wouldn't notice anyway."

***

A few hours later, the team made their way to the jet in little groups.

Firstly, Penelope pulled Spencer away into her office for a 'special meeting' that he was only slightly concerned about. But when she finally closed the door, he found it was nothing like what he expected to hear.

The first words out of her mouth were, "When are you going to tell her?"

"I'm... I'm sorry?"

Her face scrunched as she pointed a finger at him. "Don't play dumb with me, 187, I may not be a profiler, but I know love when I see it. You and Y/N are perfect for each other, and you guys are literally driving us mad with the sexual tension."

"I—Garcia, we're just friends, I... I don't..."

"Look, you've got a plane to catch, so I'm not gonna keep you any longer, but everyone can see it, Reid. You two? You're practically soulmates."

He really didn't know what to say after that. So he wordlessly turned and made his way to the jet alone, thinking the entire way there about what Penelope had said.

Soulmates? Love? Sexual tension?

Of course he'd always thought Y/N was pretty. And there wasn't a doubt in his mind that she was the one person on the team he knew he could come to when he had something he was excited to share, because she was always down to hear him talk. And... he never really realized it until now, but it always warmed the deepest parts of his soul when he saw how her eyes lit up at the chance to hear him talk—to just listen to what he had to say.

He thought back to every time they read together, how her leg always brushed against his and how it always seemed to comfort him. How her voice when she read aloud always seemed to put him in a trance, like a lullaby. She was his warm place, his safety net...

But... that was totally normal for friendships, right? More often than not, platonic friendships carried that warm familiarity that also came with romantic ones. It wasn't uncommon.

Still, it set off an explosion of fireworks in Spencer's stomach to just think about sitting next to her on the jet.

Meanwhile, everyone else was there, going through some files on the case when Emily sat down in front of Y/N and cleared her throat.

"What's up?" Y/N asked politely with a small smile.

"Nothing, it just... I saw you and, uh... Dr. Reid looked pretty comfy this morning."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, uh... Were we reading too loud? We've been trying to keep it quieter because we figured it was a bit unconventional—"

"No, no," Emily laughed, thinking to herself how absolutely perfect they were for each other. "I mean... You were really close... Like maybe you're... into him."

"O—oh... Well, I—I don't... Um..."

With another laugh, Emily reached her hand out to reassure her. "I'm not trying to put you on the spot, Y/N, it's just that we've all... noticed how close you guys have gotten over the years and it looked like maybe you two..."

"Oh! Oh, no, uh... We—we're not together or anything, I... He's my best friend. That's all."

By the redness that colored Y/N's cheeks, Emily wasn't buying it one bit. Yet, she indulged her, nodding and patting the little table in front of her before getting up to move to a different section. "If you say so."

She walked away, leaving Y/N with a newfound... tension within her that she couldn't really shake. And it only amplified when Spencer walked onto the jet and took his usual seat next to her.

They greeted each other with small waves, but something felt off. And when his hand brushed up against her leg on accident, she felt a light buzz course through her veins, like some type of switch had been flipped.

It's only because of what Emily said, Y/N thought. She just got in my head, that's all this is.

But the longer the day went on, after landing in Idaho and setting up at the precinct, the buzz only amplified. Every time he said her name, she felt it kick up, and likewise, whenever she said his, he felt the thrum of his chest get heavier.

Everyone could tell, too, though they seemed rather amused by it all. While Y/N and Spencer were out at the ME's office, Emily, JJ, and Derek sat at the table in their temporary office and talked it over.

"I actually feel kinda bad," JJ said. "I mean... It seems like they're just being awkward around each other now..."

"That's not a bad thing... It just means they're finally starting to come to their senses," Emily countered with a wave of her hand. "They'll be fine."

Derek scoffed with a smile. "Yeah, I give it 'til the end of the case. Without work to distract themselves from each other, there's no way they won't say something."

Sure enough, the topics of conversation walked through the door just then, immediately putting distance between themselves on opposite sides of the table. And before anyone could say anything else, Spencer jumped the gun, going into detail on what they discovered about the case.

***

"We won't be heading home until tomorrow morning, so I booked us all rooms at the hotel on main street. I'll give you your keys when we get there. Good work, everyone, get some rest."

Hotch disappeared into the night, leaving the rest of the team to pack up a few things in their office before following him.

Y/N chatted happily with JJ, but deep inside she was nervous. Because everyone had been acting strange all day, pairing her and Spencer up every chance they got, and it was impossible to miss all the fake 'I wasn't looking at you guys' stares into space that they all constantly adorned.

Not to mention the fact that ever since Emily even brought it up to her, Spencer also seemed nervous around her. Their whole dynamic had been thrown off, and now she could barely look at him without immediately looking away and wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Now that the thought has been planted in her head, it's all she can think about, and it's very distracting. And knowing how... interested her friends seem to be in her predicament, the biggest fear she has at the moment is that she and Spencer will be rooming together.

As they got into separate cars and headed to the hotel, she fiddled with her thumbs, picking at the chipped nail polish and hoping that she'll get to rest easy.

And as Hotch handed out room keys in the lobby, she felt her heartbeat pick up, Emily and JJ sharing a key and Derek walking off with his own.

And then he said the one thing she was afraid of, and it almost froze her completely.

"I was only able to get two rooms with double beds, so you guys will have to share, if that's alright."

At that point Y/N would have rather shared a bed with Rossi, because that would have been less awkward. But she and Spencer both nodded, he took the key, and they both silently made their way to the room, keeping their heads low.

Even as they finally stepped into the room the air felt fragile, like one wrong move could break it and send them into space, where there wasn't enough breathable oxygen to keep them alive. And much like in the office today, they kept their distance on opposite sides of the room, separated by the bed.

It was Spencer who broke the silence first.

"I can take the floor if you want..."

The small, sweet way he said it almost made her heart shatter. "O—oh no, you don't have to. That would be silly."

"Are you sure? Because I can—"

"No, it's okay, really. I don't mind."

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before Y/N's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she turned around to answer the call.

As she walked into the bathroom, answering, "Hi, Mom," before shutting the door, Spencer let out a long breath and rubbed his eyes, wondering how he was going to get through the night. He also wondered if Penelope had talked to Y/N as well, because this awkwardness they were experiencing was most certainly double-sided. And if that was the case, did that mean... she was in love with him, too? Firstly, was he even sure he was in love with her in the first place?

Maybe a little, he decided, thinking back to practically every single moment they've ever spent together. And as he quickly changed into pajamas and situated himself in bed, he thought about what it would be like to kiss her. Is that something he would want to do? Could he see himself kissing her over and over again for the rest of his life?

He had his answer when she walked out of the bathroom, wearing shorts and a tank top, her hair out of its ponytail and cascading down her shoulders as she plopped her phone down on the chair in the corner of the room and walked to the bed.

He tried to look away, but he couldn't. And he was thankful in a way for this newfound uneasy air between them, because she refused to look at him, and it gave him all the clearance he needed to follow her trail around the room.

But when she finally settled into bed, and as he felt her weight dip beside him, Spencer looked down at his lap. He was afraid the close proximity would give him away.

She cracked open a book and read in silence for a few seconds before she turned to him. "Did... Is this distracting? I can stop and we can just go to sleep if you're tired..."

"Oh, n—no, it's not distracting. You're fine. I was, um... I was going to grab a book of my own anyway."

He swung his leg over to get out of bed, but Y/N stopped him. "Well, um... I, uh... I know we're already in the middle of a different book, but if you wanted to, we could, um... read this one together? I—I think you'd like it, it's about the—"

"Sure. I—I'd um... I'd like that. Whatever it's about, I'm sure I'll like it. Y—you know, since you said it was good. You have good taste, so I t—trust your judgement."

He was just rambling now, and hearing Y/N laugh a little, he internally berated himself for letting it get awkward again.

Nevertheless, she opened up the covers to get underneath, and slowly scooted closer to him. Once their knees touched, they both jumped a little, but Spencer cleared his throat and Y/N busied herself by trying to find the first page, neither of them commenting on the obvious shock of butterflies that shot through both of their insides at the tiniest contact.

"Do you mind if I start?" she asked softly, turning her head slightly to the side so she could see him. He nodded, giving her the go ahead, and she turned to the page, focusing on the words in front of her.

Unsurprisingly, it was easy for them to get into a familiar groove. They took turns reading each few pages, and stopped in between to discuss things they'd read. It also wasn't surprising to find that they gradually got closer, their arms and legs now completely touching side by side and their faces dangerously close as they leaned down to read.

Spencer had just finished reading a chapter, reaching out to turn the page, and Y/N seemed to have the same thought, because her hand collided with his in a way that left no room for subtlety, or drawback to avoid that it even happened. Their pinkies interlocked, and Y/N found herself entranced by the curves and peaks of his hand. How each of his fingers slightly twitched at the contact, and how prominent the veins in his forearm were.

Her heartbeat picked up, and his did, too, as he focused on how tightly her pinkie was curling around his own, desperate not to let go.

"Y/N," he whispered. It wasn't a question, nor a warning, but it rolled off his tongue softly as if it was the sweetest word he'd ever had the pleasure to say. It was just one little word, her first name, conveyed with such adoration and obvious pining that he was afraid he'd scared her away.

But she held his pinkie tight, the book resting open beneath them on their adjoined knees, and then looked over at him.

And her eyes held the same weight as her name on his lips.

It was unclear of who moved first, but it happened so fast that surely it didn't matter. In a flash, their lips were joining in soft desperation, and rather than locking pinkies, Y/N shifted her hand to weave all their fingers together. The squeeze he gave her hand made her sigh against his mouth, and it was all the most relieving thing in the world.

After she pulled away, he chased her face for a second, not wanting it to end. But his eyes flew open and when he saw her staring back at him, her lips slightly puffed and her eyes almost hungry, he knew he didn't have to worry about the moment ending any time soon.

The book was long forgotten right then, tossed across the room somewhere as their clothes soon followed.

***

"So, how do you think the love birds got along last night?" Emily asked to no one in particular as the group gathered in the lobby.

Derek snickered. "If they came to their senses, I'm sure they got along just fine."

Everyone laughed at that, just as said love birds made their way to the lobby.

"Sleep well?" JJ asked, obviously trying not to smirk.

"Mhm," they both mumbled in response.

They were going to leave it alone, but that's when Rossi showed up, peering over in Spencer's direction. Then he pointed briefly to his neck. "You got a little something there, genius."

Everyone clapped excitedly, Emily letting out a low whistle and Derek rounding it off with a loud and proud, "Atta boy!"

The redness on both Y/N and Spencer's faces didn't clear up the entire way home.

And after the text that Emily sent out to Penelope, it was looking like it might get even worse.

***

"Welcome home, my beautiful family! Come on, I have something special for everyone in the round-table room."

Penelope led the way, Y/N and Spencer bringing up the rear.

"I'm sorry about this morning," she whispered. "I really didn't even notice I'd made a mark, I—"

"It's okay," he reassured her. "I... I guess they kinda knew we'd get to that point eventually anyway."

"Yeah... I just wish it wouldn't have happened so soon, you know? We're never gonna live this down."

She wasn't expecting him to lace his fingers with hers, and the action made her smile.

They'd fallen a bit behind, so when they finally caught up to everyone in the room, it was terrifying to see them all with knowing, mischievous smiles. And before Y/N could explain, Spencer started speaking.

"Okay, okay, yes. Y/N and I... finally... got together last night. But you can't make it weird, and I'm not going to let you make it weird, because—"

"Ohh, it's a little late for that, boy wonder," Garcia said, giggly and holding out a cake box.

Spencer and Y/N looked at each other briefly before taking a look, immediately gasping and going red.

It was a small cake, shaped like a heart with a red trim of frosting around it. And right in the middle, in pretty red cursive, were the words, "We finally had sex!"

"Penelope!" Y/N whined and shoved her face into Spencer's chest, the heat radiating off her face like a space heater on high blast.

The howling laughter that erupted from everyone else in the room was something neither of them would forget.

But even through the curtain of embarrassment, Y/N and Spencer both knew that beyond it awaited a very promising relationship, especially with friends who supported them. Even if that support manifested in rather... enthusiastic ways.

And, despite the initial embarrassment of it all, the cake tasted pretty damn good.

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falloutjay · 3 years

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Craig x cheery reader please (a little context: team Craig saved her from a bully, reader secretly thinks Craig doesn't actually care about her and Clyde and her are close but like platonically)

I had such a joy writing this, I just hope it still fits the request, as I am unsure if I hit the prompt.

I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! <3

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Craig x Cheery!Reader

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You said annoyed.

Why wouldn’t Francis just leave you alone you wondered. You never said anything mean, more like the opposite. You were just a really friendly classmate that never said anything mean to anyone. So why out of all people Francis decided to pick you to bully was a mystery to you.

“I bet you’re only so friendly because in reality, no one loves you.” You decided that just ignoring him would probably be the best course of action, but once you kept quiet, it agitated Francis only more.

He slammed you against the lockers to your right and kept you trapped there. You actually felt terrified. Before anything could happen, a monotonous and nasal voice to your left demanded your attention.

“Francis, you’re blocking my locker.”

“Fuck off Craig, I’m busy.” Behind Craig was his gang, consisting of Clyde Donovan, Token Black, Tweek Tweak, and Jimmy Valmer.

You never really interacted with them, as they just stayed in their small group. “You’re blocking my locker.” Craig repeated. “And I said I don’t-“ Francis couldn’t get any further before Craig shoved him.

“Fuck off asshole. Get lost before we hurt you.” Craig's expression was bored as always and he flipped Francis the middle finger, his trademark.

“This ain’t over (L/N)!” Francis cursed under his breath before he took off. Nervously you turned to Craig and his friends with a big smile stretched across your face.

“Oh, thank you, Craig!” He just shrugged and carefully pushed you aside to get to his locker, which you just were pinned against. “You can’t get pushed around like that Y/N.” Clyde said with worry in his voice.

“I-Its fine, really.” You laughed nervously. “No, it’s not. Clyde is right, you shouldn’t be pushed around like that. Why don’t you sit at lunch with us?” Token now chirped in too and your eyes widened at the proposition. “I’d love too!” You beamed.

It had been ages since that day, and you still thought about that day ever so often. Francis left you alone after that day since you always hung around Craig and those guys now. You had become great friends with the guys, and you were really close with Clyde.

You rested with him next to you on his bed in just this moment. “Whatcha thinking about, Happy?” Happy was a special nickname given to you by Clyde.

You two were born mood makers and could make anyone smile, even the stoic Craig Tucker. “Nothing important. Just thinking about when you guys invited me to come sit with you.”

“Ahh, that was a great day.” Clyde mumbled. It was a regular thing for you and Clyde to just hang out in one of your bedrooms, chilling on the bed, and talk about all kinds of stuff.

“So, how’s it going with Bebe?” You asked him. “Great, thanks for that restaurant tip. She loved it there.”

“I went there with my parents, and I thought you could impress her with it.” You two high-fived, without getting up. You really couldn’t wish for a better friend than Clyde.

“So, how’s your love life going?” Aaand now you hated him. “Ahh, don’t ask. It’s shit.” Clyde furrowed his eyebrows; not like you could see. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

“Clyde! You can’t just ask people that!” You said in a whiney tone.

“Ah come on Happy, tell me. I’m your best friend. Who are you gonna tell besides me?” He had a point, you thought. You propped yourself up on one elbow and gave him a death glare.

“If you talk, you’re a dead man, Donovan.” Clyde sat up and leaned on the bedframe.

“I won’t say a word.” You took a deep breath and began explaining. “So, you know…I mean I…ehhh…I kinda like someone from our friends’ group.”

“I’m sorry, Happy, but I’m already taken.” Clyde said in a dramatic fashion. You flipped him the bird, something you copied from Craig but you only used it against Clyde, since he never took it personally.

“No. Not you… Its… I like…Craig, even if I don’t think he cares that much about me.” When you said the name, it was barely more than a whisper, but Clyde still heard it. His grin widened and he seemed hyped.

His hands landed on his cheeks with a faint slapping noise.

“Oh my god. My two best friends wanna bang each other.”

“What.”

“What.” Clyde’s happy expression became a shocked one, once he noticed what he just blurted out. “So, Craig likes me?” You asked confused.

“No! I mean…Yes, but I didn’t say it!” He stressed the “I” in particular. You felt shocked. You always thought Craig didn’t like you all that much, because he was always a little cold to you and he barely interacted with you.

“But I thought he didn’t like me.” Clyde gave himself a facepalm, cursing himself out for having spilled the tea. “Well, since I am already fucked… He does like you and shit. He is just…Bad at showing it. Like, he tries to interact so little with you, because he’s afraid you will notice how you make him blush and shit.”

“I-” You pointed with your finger at yourself. “Make him blush?” You questioned. “Yes, Happy, you do. Didn’t know you’re blind.” He said and you two heard the doorbell. The others had arrived.

You had gone with Clyde immediately after school, while the other wanted to join later for the video game night. Clyde got up from the bed and stopped at his room door.

“I swear, if you snitch on me, I'll kill you. I love you, but I won't hesitate bitch.” He pointed a finger pistol at you and pretended to shoot you. You pretended to get shot and rolled off the bed in a slow and dramatic manner.

You two laughed before Clyde sprinted downstairs to let the others in. You remained on the floor, pretending to be a corpse. When the others came into the room, Token was the one to question what you were doing.

“Clyde shot me.” You explained and pretended to be in severe pain. “Cl-Clyde. Don’t shoot o-our only o-o-other fu-funny friend.” Jimmy mocked him and Clyde pretended to laugh.

“Haha, very funny.” He commented dryly. You got up and sat back down on the bed.

“You can put your sleeping bags down here and then you can help me make your pizza in the kitchen.” Clyde instructed and gave you a wink. You quickly caught onto what he was trying to do and mouthed a big fat “NO.” to him, but he just smiled.

“Ah fuck you, Clyde.” You thought. You loved him to death, but right now he was being an annoying bitch, that tried saving his skin by having you confess so Craig wouldn’t figure out that the brown-haired snitched.

You just kept sitting on the bed, while the guys one by one left the room. Craig was the last one to leave but he stopped once he saw that you stayed on the bed.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna come with us?” He questioned, but you shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda busy thinking about stuff.” You smiled warmly. “Thinking about what?” Craig left the door ajar and stepped back into the room to lean on Clyde’s white Ikea dresser, which was opposite of you.

“I think I wanna ask a guy o-out, but I don’t really know how to do that. Any tips?” You asked in your sweetest and innocent voice. You really prayed that Clyde was correct but why shouldn’t he be.

But there still was this tiny fear in the back of your head that you were gonna make a fool of yourself in a few seconds.

“Well…” Craig seemed to think about it for a second. “Personally, I would just appreciate it if someone would just straight up ask me, you know? This whole playing around shit is stupid if you ask me.” You nodded.

“Hey, Craig?”

“Yeah?” He asked and shifted his gaze from the window to your innocent face.

“Would you maybe go out with me?” You asked and felt like you just lost all ground beneath your feet. For a short second, you felt like you were going to faint.

But once you saw that a faint shade of pink appeared on his face, you felt giddy, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. Craig cleared his throat, before answering with a red face; “Y-Yeah sure. What about tomorrow? If you want, I’ll walk you home and we can hang out alone.”

You nodded; a big grin spread across your face. “That sounds amazing.” Craig offered you his hand and you stared at it for a second.

“Maybe we should go downstairs. You know…Otherwise, Clyde will choose our pizza toppings.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?” You asked you both laughed. You took Craig's hand and admired how warm it was.

“I’m surprised you like me. I always thought you didn’t care about me.” You whispered. Craig laughed, which caught you by surprise. “I'm just not good at these type of things.” He admitted sheepishly and scratched his neck.

“I guess.” You laughed to make the situation less awkward. Craig started leading you downstairs, not letting go of your hand. In the kitchen you found the others, fighting about their pizza toppings. Clyde was the only one to notice how you both had that light shade of pink lingering on your cheeks and that you held hands.

He smiled brightly and then made space for you two to also make your own pizza. The rest of the night went by peacefully, you guys played video games, snacked food, and talked about stupid stuff. The main entertainment was Jimmy, Clyde and you of course, as you were just the life of every get-together.

Craig watched you and Clyde in glee, as you and Clyde were playing Just Dance together like your life depended on it. He was sooo happy to now have you, someone who could break his stoic façade.

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nhinxsworld · 3 years

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I love pet play so here is me doing pet play scenrios ♡♡♡♡ just some thoughts what pet i think they would have and what they'd do uwu

my list!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ; Megumi Fushiguro x reader ; Toji Fushiguro x reader ; Naoya Zenin x reader and Itadori Yuji x reader

warning: nsfw ; petplay ; dom/sub ; humiliation ; dumbification and idk???

Gojo Satoru

He peaks as the soft/slutty bunny type of guy or a cunning fox

Honestly his white hair just gives me snow bunny vibes, but any kind of bunny would be cool with him.

On one side he likes to corrupt the innocent looking ones, cute little bunnies who get feral horny with him. Pretty costumized bunny ears for his pet, he can afford it. Pretty pillow princesses he fucks stupid, in any position, but it's a plus if he can see that soft pretty tail.

Or maybe just the classic playboy bunny type, model body. Curvy, pretty ones, the nice lips, nice everything with those skin tight skimpy bunny suits. Fishnet or nylon doesn't matter, he'll rip them apart, he loves that clean sexy look, before he messes everything up.

Why fox? He just peaks me as somewhat you know special out of the usual. Foxes are rather rare for pet play since they aren't the average pet either. Though I can imagine a pretty fox, who would tease him back and is playful would keep him interested. He just might put a collar on you and tugs you around for the fun of it.

He thrives at any title master??? fuck yes baby push his ego. Sir??? hell yeah push his authority might as well call him sensei. daddy?? sure as classic he'll call you little one and other sweet nicknames

Really depends on his mood that day or what you'd want him to do, he can do anything, if you're a good pet for him he'll praise you, if you want to be degraded sure he'll call you his slut and spits on your face.

You just want to fuck ? Sure, he'll fuck you stupid and breeds your bunny/fox hole/cunt. You want him to actually treat you like a pet?? Yeah sure he'll put down a water bowl and all that shit down for you to use, he'll give you hella foreplay.

jokes about animal abuse in the end lol

Megumi Fushiguro

He is my baby, but if I had to pick for him? I'd just say puppy's. Megumi is a confirmed dog person, so yep I think he'd like obedient puppy's. Probably blushes when you put on the ears and the tail, at first he was like nah he isn't into it, but now it gets his dick hard.

He is very soft and sweet, so I can imagine that he'd get along with a playful and obedient puppy's. Loves it when the soft fur of your tail brushes against his skin and how the cute puppy ears peak through your hair. He'll praise you and would call you his good pet as he fucks on all fours. Probably wouldn't tug too much on your collar and leash, it just looks pretty on you.

Would get so flustered at the beginning if you want to call him titles, even if his name is girly, he'd probably still likes the intimacy when you call him by his name between titles.

probably thinks it's a bit weird at first, but you can ease him into it, and he'll tell you what he likes or and what he doesn't like

Toji Fushiguro

I'd just like to think the bias towards dogs runs in the family if not I think he's just the basic cat type same shit but calls you kitty

unlike Megumi, Toji isn't soft. He probably wouldn't care if you'd wear gear or not, actually he might tease and bully you, if you want to wear pretty puppy ears and a tail. Would call you slutty and weird, but he'd still fuck you. He is probably older so he'd just might call you childish and the whole 'You want to be a what kid??' Other than that he wouldn't always call you a good puppy, he'd call you his dumb fucking mutt. Just lives to degrade you and call you stupid. If you want to wear a collar and leash he'll fucking yank you with it, piss him off, and he will choke you with it.

He will literally choke you when you call him daddy. It's unknown of whether he likes or he hates it, he'd just allow it. Sir might be too formal for him a lot of people call him that probably since he is a bit older and works at weird places where he doesn't give his name often. Probably doesn't like master as it might be too touchy towards his family issues back when he was a Zenin.

If it's the cat type he probably is an absolute brat tamer, if you're an egoistic little kitty you're fucked. Get down on your knees for him, he'll fuck your throat until you cry. Be a good kitty for daddy, milk him. Behave and he just might help your little drenching pussy out.

He is just here to fuck, but he would humor you a bit with dirty talk, if you do well, and he likes you. Otherwise nah he wouldn't really go deep into petplay. He is an adult man who was married to what it seems a very normal women so he probably doesn't want to do something super wild or new.

Naoya Zenin

hmmmm I think it's a bit difficult because one dogs are obedient, but they're also often considered dirty mutts I feel like he'd rather like something expensive like one of those white beautiful fur blue eye cats (lmaoo gojo) though cats are seen as arrogant, and he wants his to submit to him fully

probably looks and acting wise he'd like cats but he'd go for dogs too

He just seems like the type to degrade you, and it's easier to insult a dog than a cat y'know?

LMAOO FORGET THE GEAR WITH HIM you won't ever get to ask him to put on ears. He is a traditional man, the max he'd put on you is a collar. I just don't see him wanting to take you on your suggestions and I don't see him suggesting it himself.

If you're very, very, very well-behaved he just might call you a good dog. Yep, don't expect him to call you something cute like puppy. Probably the type to not let you wear any clothes, but your collar. Makes you crawl around with a leash attached, he wants to see you suffer, he wants to dehumanize you. He fucking owns you, he does whatever he wants with you. You're here for his pleasure not yours and he gets off to you being embarrassed and humiliated.

Bark back and he'll put a muzzle on you.

Don't even hesitate to lick the floor he walks on, don't look at him, when he doesn't allow it. He will punish you upon misbehaving and his punishments are real torture.

With him, you need to be well-trained and groomed, a dirty disobedient pet isn't going to stay anywhere near him. Be a good pet, and he just might let you sleep next to his bed, if you do very well and present yourself well in front of his family he just might treat you well and allow you to sleep on the bed.

This isn't pet-play to him he is just an asshole. If he makes you eat face first from a bowl like a dog, he does it to humiliate and laugh at you. Calls you pathetic.

Yuji Itadori

lmaooo its said he is mixed between dogs and cats, but I think he'd have a cat lean when it comes to pet-play

it's just the whole catgirl/catboy/catenby on the internet for him, he thinks cat ears are cute

would totally be exited if you wanted to wear cat ears and tail, he'd just be fascinated about them for while, thinks it's super cute nothing weird at all

hell he'd love it if you wore the cat ears outside bedroom activities too

Would coo and praise you, goes pspsp and all the shit like you're a real cat

wholesome sex but would get horny af if you meow while he pounds you

absolutely mad horny when your collar jingles around while he fucks you, it's too cute

Thinks it's super fucking cute would totally be intrested to look further for fun, probably would platonically treat you as a pet too. Calls you kitty outside the bedroom.

Neck scratches !!

Calls you his pretty kitty, would be down to do anything.

He is your biggest simp :)

#megumi x you #fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #megumi headcanons #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo saturo x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x y/n

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radiosandrecordings · 3 years

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Something I really like in the interpersonal dynamics of TMA is the portrayal of ex’s. There are a few mentions scattered throughout the statements but I wanna talk specifically about Jon and Georgie, and Tim and Sasha.

Jon and Georgie. Oh boy, where do I even start here. I have so many feelings about their relationship in general so it’s kind of difficult to untangle how I feel about them as a whole and the role they serve within the whole show’s examination of dynamics from their actual former romantic relationship. But, along with TimSasha, I think the thing I like about it is how little it’s brought up? I think it’s possibly only mentioned once, in 106, with Melanie telling Basira about it. At that stage we’d known Georgie for 26 episodes, and had Jon living with her, and they never mention it. I mean, we only get glimpses of their conversation on tape, maybe they did, but we don’t know for certain. The important thing is our experience as an audience and how they’re portrayed to us.

They have this extremely fraught and complicated dynamic and it’s my favourite in the whole show, because each believes themselves to be right in the actions they’re taking, because they each are very stubborn and have these deep-seated mindsets, plus Georgie is working with imperfect information about what exactly is happening in Jon’s life. And it would be so easy, expected even for a lesser show, to have this culminate in a conflict where one of them yells “This is exactly why we broke up!” or “This is just like you, you’ve always been like this” or “This is just like (x y z time)!”.

But that never happens! I don’t think we ever get any references to what they were like as a couple. We just have to take their dynamic as it is, because whatever they were like in the past is something they’ve put behind them. It ended on bad terms, but for regular Young Adult Break-Up reasons. They’re adults now, they have new problems like Being Framed For Murder, and The Apocalypse. And it’s just really refreshing to see them deal with new problems and not stale ones from the past that they’ve buried.

This extends to how Martin interacts with Georgie as well. When they first meet, Georgie is aware that Jon is in love with him, and Martin clearly knows they were staying together, if not that they used to be together from him calling her “Jon’s Georgie”. And yet they conflict for how the other treats Jon, not because of any dating based tension, especially surprising considering Martin has a whole list of people he’s been jealous of in regards to Jon. Which means it’s allowed to become a trait which, while not good, never leads to any actual conflict. I really like that because that would just feel out of place in the narrative, to have all this massive complicated web of dynamics and grievances going on and then have “You dated the guy I like 10ish years ago, and that’s why I hate you” as one of them. It would feel a little immature in a story about people closing in on 30 if it was allowed to grow beyond something brought up in minor scenes as flavour text and become a whole dynamic definer, especially in a show where each dynamic is supposed to be a specific type of exploration of relationships.

The same could be said of Jon and Melanie. The two famously don’t get on, finding any reason really to go for each other’s throats a lot of the time, even when it can be taken more literally as ‘scalpel to the shoulder’. I’ve made jokes about this scenario’s hilarity before, but in actual fact I’m glad that there’s never anything made of “The girl who hates me stole my girlfriend”. Because Georgie doesn’t belong to either of them, she’s not a pawn in any of their fights. She’s a woman who can make her own decisions and form opinions independent from who she’s dating.

And then there’s Tim and Sasha. Something they were so chill about, we, the audience, didn’t know about it for 162 episodes. It’s a lovely little scene really, it tells us so little but also so much. They have an “Ill-advised hook-up” and Tim is convinced something more will come of it. Sasha laughs and tells him that she doesn’t agree. And then the conversation continues on. He doesn’t push her on it, doesn’t even ask her why, just lets it go. From Sasha referencing that she’s “pretty sure we already established it’s a ‘wont they” it might hint that this is a conversation they’d had before, but honestly from the light tone I want to give Tim the benefit of the doubt and say Sasha is just referencing the general fallout of their fling that made it, to Tim’s own description, ‘ill-advised’. And unlike Jongeorgie, after this breakup, Tim and Sasha remain close friends and co-workers. Tim continues to care about Sasha even when it’s clear she doesn’t have any romantic interest in him and no longer any sexual interest, because he genuinely cares about her as his friend. He jokes around with her and curses out both Jon and Elias and they’re just good to each other. They platonically care so much that Sasha is literally willing to risk her life to save Tim when he doesn’t notice Prentiss in episode 39.

And again, jealousy never comes into play. When the Not!Sasha starts going out with ‘Tom’ - Literally one letter away from his own name! - It would be so easy to have some of Tim’s anger in season two manifest in jealousy about that. About wondering what this guy has that he clearly doesn’t when Sasha has moved on to someone else. But that never happens, at least as it’s presented to the audience, because Tim is genuinely a nice guy and respects her decisions (Aside from the fact that isn’t Sasha but y’know. He thinks it is).

Overall it’s just very, very good to see a show where characters are allowed to have (had) romantic/sexual relationships but these not define their dynamics or for this to extend to how other character’s perceive them. A lot of media will often introduce the ‘evil ex’ because for some reason I feel like people tend to forget sometimes that whatever happens later, we date people because in the first place there was something there that we liked? And not every breakup has to ruin our ability to see that. It’s also maybe a little reflective of the fact that every relationship I analysed there involved at least one queer person? (Well, every person I mentioned is queer except canon Sasha. Sorry love) Because just from my experience and my friend groups that’s how it can often be. It’s just another way in which TMA has my favourite character dynamic writing and really knows how to give it’s characters complex connections without letting them fall into stereotypes.

#My Post #The Magnus Archives #Jonathan Sims #Georgie Barker #Tim Stoker #Sasha James #Martin Blackwood #Jongeorgie #Timsasha

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Eyes of the Devil

Summary: Pietro finds someone faster than him and you find your missing piece.

Warnings: violence, curse words, angst?, fluff

Reader: I wrote this with the reader being a male but it could be read as gender neutral; Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Pietro x Male Vampire Reader (Gender Neutral); Laura Barton x Male Vampire Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3,312

A/n: Reader speaks Slavic. According to Google Translate = Moja duša - My soul. Malá holubica - Little dove. Malý - Little one.... I plan on doing more one shots in relation to this one. I wouldn’t really call it a series just a collection of random one shots with Pietro and this type of reader. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in them or if you have a request for a specific one shot you wanna see. This one shot was really just a starter for those future one shots coming.

Masterlist

If you were being honest, you didn’t know how old you were. You knew you were at least a few millennia’s old but after the first thousand years, who cares to keep track?

You also knew that life could get very boring if you didn’t spice things up a little bit. Being a part time Avenger did just the thing for you. You didn’t care enough to help out full time but you were there if they were dealing with something extra tricky. Like an alien invasion or enhanced individuals.

It had been a hot minute since you had seen the rest of the team and was pleasantly surprised to get a call from them. Apparently Hydra had managed to pass abilities from Loki’s scepter onto humans giving them powers. One of them had an ability you shared thus pushing the Avenger’s to call you in.

Of course, you had a life of your own (surprisingly) and couldn’t just drop everything to help them. Although, once you managed to push your responsibilities to a loyal friend you left to track down the team.

This lead you to a seemingly abandoned factory. Shocker.

You stayed in the shadows, undetected by everyone on the lower levels. You listened to the exchange between your team and the large robot. Your eyes then fluttered to the two that stood on the robots side. You deducted that those were the special individuals the team had called you in for.

You took in a deep breath, separating their scent from the others. You could sense the power coursing through their veins. While they had both gotten their abilities from the same source, you knew that they were very different.

If you gambled you would bet that the man was the speedster that Clint had complained about. Apparently he was a cocky little bastard. You didn’t have to know the guy to know he was arrogant. He stood tall, his chest slightly puffed out and his chin high.

The talking didn’t last long before a brawl broke out. Your eyes followed the male as he zoomed around the room. While it would be impossible for the others to see him moving at such speeds, it was as if he were walking to you.

He started coming your way, oblivious to the fact that you were even in the building. When he got close enough you stepped out and slammed a punch in his jaw. The force knocked him out of motion and over the railing. You watched as he fell to the main floor.

He groans, rolling onto his side as you land silently in front of him. Your entire body is covered making it impossible for him to see what you look like. Even your face, head and eyes were covered by some form of cloth or glasses.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” You ask, smirking behind the face covering.

You had to admit, with Clint’s description of him you were expecting him to look different. Instead he’s older and more attractive. The arrogance clung to the air around him and it only drew you in.

“Welcome to the party, Y/n,” Clint greets from somewhere in the building. You didn’t respond knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear you like you could hear him.

“Who are you?” The man asks, standing up on his feet. The Sokovian accent thick on his tongue.

“Someone you don’t want to piss off,” You warn fairly. He scoffs, causing your smirk to deepen. “Wood of advice, stay out of the way, Moja duša” You said, the name rolling off your tongue so casually you didn’t realize what you had said at first. When you do realize, the weight of the situation falls onto your shoulders.

You stare at the man in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed. You knew that he could translate the words but he did not know the true meaning of them. Before he could ask anything, you sped out of sight.

You help out the rest of the team whilst keeping an eye on the speedster. After a few minutes, you noticed the others slowly begin to drop. Natasha stopped responding, Thor was muttering to himself and Steve looked lost. You could hear Hulk going on a rampage with Tony trying to stop him.

You snap out of it when you sense a presence behind you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was the witch that had single handedly taken down the team.

When she got close enough to you, you whipped around and wrapped your hand around her throat. Her eyes widened and she becomes panicked. Her hand claws at your wrist as you lift her a few inch off the ground to become eyelevel with you.

“There is no nightmare you can show me that I haven’t already lived,” You hiss, tightening your grip around her. “Be careful, little witch, or you’ll find a fight you can’t win,”

You see, out of the corner of your eye, her brother speeding to her rescue. You hold onto her for a moment longer before dropping her to the ground and wrapping that same hand around his throat. While your grip is firm, it doesn’t constrict his airway. You take a moment to admire how he looks with your hand around his throat. An unseeable grin comes to your lips.

“Are you mentally challenged or do you just not listen?” You ask, tilting your head. He glares and fights your grip but it’s iron tight. “Take your sister and run far away, Moja duša,” You tell him, the name slipping your tongue once again.

“Who are you?” He asks, once again.

“Someone who will get you killed,” You tell him. You hand slowly leaves his neck. He stands there, observing you pensively. When he blinks, you’re out of sight.

...

You stuck around with the team. You got caught up on what was going on and what had happened since you last saw them. They asked if you would stay for a bit longer and your agreed.

You spent the night at Clint's with the others. His children hanging off of you as if you were a jungle gym. You tossed them into the air as many times as they pleaded you too. You also sped them around and played games with them. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, the children had you wrapped around your finger. They have since they were born.

When you weren’t entertaining children, you’re mind lingering on the male enhanced. You had learned their names through Steve. Wanda and Pietro.

You found yourself whispering his name as the night rolled on. You would smile a bit but it never lasted. You knew what he was to you and you to him. You also knew nothing could come of it, no matter how much you desired.

“You’re up late,” Your head snaps to the side to see Laura waddling into the kitchen. You winced when she flicks the lights on. She mutters a small apology.

“I don’t sleep, remember?” You reminded her.

“Ah, right,” She whispers. “In my defense, I have pregnancy brain mixed with morning brain,” She admits. “I’m forgetful,”

“I’ve known you since you were a child, how could you forget me?” You question, smirking at her. “I feel as if I’m quite unforgettable,” You admit, watching as she reaches for a glass to fill with water.

"I can’t forget you because you continue to pop up in the most random moments demanding for attention,” Laura tells you, slowly lowering herself into a seat at the table.

“I may be an isolated creature but even I need some socializing,” You tell her. She motions for you to sit as she sips on her water. “You should go back to sleep, Clint will be leaving in the morning. You need your rest, malá holubica,” You whisper to her.

“You leave as well and who knows when the next time you’re going to pop in,” She says, patting the spot beside her. Her eyes pour into yours. Without the threat of the sun, you didn’t need so much covering. You stayed in your trousers and vest but your arms, neck and head were exposed. “Don’t make me beg for you to sit next to me,”

Sighing, you give into her wishes. You glide across the floor and sit beside her. She shifts so that the both of you are face to face. One of her hands rest on her stomach while the other falls onto your lap. You smile a bit, holding her hand within yours.

“Something’s on your mind,” She mutters.

“Something’s always on my mind,” You whisper back, keeping your gaze on her hand. It’s significantly smaller their yours. It reminds you how fragile she is compared to you. “Its nothing for you to worry about,” You assure her.

“Well, we can still talk about it and make conversation,” Laura smiles.

“There’s plenty of other things to talk about, it’s been a while since we've seen each other,” You said, finally meeting her gaze. She doesn’t say anything for a moment as she stares into your eyes. She’s always been fascinated with them. They’re so inhuman. It always amused you how she found something about you, that struck fear and panic into so many, so beautiful.

The color of your iris’s are different shades of red. The red around your narrow pupil is bright and rich before transitioning into a deeper, darker red. The dark red seemed the slowly blend into the blackness of your sclera. Although, at the moment your eyes are significantly darker than normal as your throat continues to ache with hunger.

“You need to feed,” She tells you. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dinner was lovely,” You comment. Her eyes narrow. “I’m fine, malá holubica,”

“You need to take care of yourself,” She scolds.

“What will happen if I don’t? I’ll die?” You growl, your hand clutching her a smidge too tight. Your anger vanishes when you notice her subtle flinch. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, gentle massaging away the ache you had caused in her hand.

“What happened today?” She asks. “Did you get affected like the others?” You smile, laughing quietly.

“No amateur witch can sneak up on me, you should have more faith in me than that,” You tell her.

“Then what’s going on?” She asks you. “You’ve been distant, lost in your own world. You snapped at me, you never snap at me,” She playfully pouts.

“I apologized, malý,” You practically whined. She smiles giving your hand a squeeze.

“I know but it just shows that something is bothering you... I won’t be able to sleep unless we talk this out,” She threatens. You narrow your eyes at her. “Like you said, I’ve known you since I was a little girl. You can’t intimidate me,” Your glaring snarl turns into a pout. “Talk to me,” Sighing, you give in.

“Moja duša,” You whisper. Laura stares at you.

“My soul,” She mumbles under her breath. “Dimitri?” Your dead heart pangs at the sound of his name. Her face softens, her hand gripping yours in comfort.

“Pietro,” You correct her.

“Pietro?” She questions. “As in..?” You nod. “Maybe this is fates way of using you to get him and his sister on the right path,”

“Or it’s way of cursing me into another heartbreak,” You growl, withdrawing your hand from hers. You stand and return to your spot by the window. “The fates are cruel and hateful,” You snap.

“You don’t mean that,” She whispers. “She never meant to bring you more pain. She only wanted you to find unconditional love during a heartless time,”

“She should have kept to herself,” You growled. “Should have left me to my isolation. If she had she would still be alive and I would be-”

“Alone,” Laura cuts you off. “Your sister didn’t want you to live alone. She knew she couldn’t live as long as you. She knew you would outgrow everyone you knew,”

“Way to cheer me up,” You mumble. Laura sighs, pushing herself out of her chair. “Point is, this wasn’t supposed to be a curse... She had the right intentions,” She mutters, rubbing your back gently.

“I miss her,” You whisper, closing your eyes tightly.

“I know but you have me for the time being,” Laura whispers, hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her, resting your chin on the crown of her head.

“Have I ever told you how similar your soul is to hers?” You whisper. “It’s what drew me to you... It’s like I have her back through you,”

“I just want you to be happy, she would too,”

“Can you women just let me find my own happiness on my own terms and stop meddling with things?” You grumble. She laughs quietly.

“We can’t help it,” She whispers. “I love you, Y/n,” She whispers.

“I love you too, malá holubica,” You whisper, kissing her head. “Now, you’re caught up on the drama’s of my life. Please, go get some rest,”

“Fine,” She sighs. “But do me a favor,” You sigh as she steps away from you. “Think about the good that will happen if you let Pietro in instead of pushing him away. Then remember all the times you tried to push them away but ended up holding them close,”

“Why am I so open with you about my past?” You sigh. “All you do is throw it in my face,” She laugh, gently tapping your face.

“Think about it,”

...

In the morning, you left with your team. You gave the kids extra long hugs before giving an equally tight hug to Laura. She scolds you for not visiting more and you promise to change that before climbing onto the jet.

When you find Ultron, you stick with Steve. The two of you fight the large robot to keep him occupied. While Steve managed to push the tin man around a bit, your punches managed to dent his plating.

Ultron began to put his focus towards you, which you found flattering. You took the brunt of the punches while Steve basically danced around him. The both of you were managing to fight off the robot when Ultron got a hand on your hood and ripped the jacket off of your body.

You screamed as your arms, neck and face began to burn under the sun’s rays. You barely register Steve tackling Ultron into a train. You fall to your knees feeling your skin begin to catch on fire.

Your mind pushes you through the pain. You look for shade but before you can run for cover your being grabbed and put onto the train. You lean against the wall, away from the sun.

You breathe heavily, your eyes opening a little to see Pietro kneeling in front of you. There’s concern in his eyes and despite the pain you’re in you smile.

“Perfect timing, Moja duša,” You pant.

“Y/n, you alright?” Steve asks, standing beside you. You just give him the thumbs up. “Lost sight of Ultron, there’s civilian’s in our path,” Steve say looking to Pietro knowing that your body is too focused on healing to help.

“Go,” You whisper, seeing his hesitance. Pietro nods and speeds off. You groan when the train goes off the rails.

“You sure you’re going to pull through?” Steve asks, once the train stops. While the burns on your skin were to a lesser degree they were still red and you were still sore.

“Just help me up,” You grumble, holding out a hand. Steve grips it and hauls you to your feel. “Fucking robots and trains... I miss the days when humanity didn’t have fucking technology,” You grumble, following Steve off the train.

“-need to take a minute,” Pietro pants.

“I’m very tempted not to give you one,” Steve snaps, marching up to him.

“The Cradle, did you get it?”

“Stark will take care of it,” Steve assures them as you speed past the sun and back into the shade. Pietro stares at you for a moment before disappearing only to reappear with a sweatshirt. He hands it to you.

“Thanks,” You mutter, pulling it on to shield you from the sun.

“Don’t mention it,” He smirks.

...

Vision’s introduction was dramatic, to say the least. You stayed out of the drama. The only reason you continued to stick around was for Pietro. Although, you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Death follows you wherever you go, even more so than the Avengers.

You knew you needed to make a decision soon before the bond got to the point where you couldn’t leave. It didn’t help that Pietro didn’t respect the distance you were putting between the two of you. He followed you around like a damn puppy.

“What are you?” He asks.

“Take a wild guess,” You say, looking through the fridge for something to drink.

“I can only think of myths and legends... Stories to scare children,”

“You believe in talking robots but not me?” You ask, turning towards him with a blood bag in hand. He watches as your fangs extend and sink into the bag.

“So, you are real...” Pietro mutters.

“Unfortunately,” You mutter, tossing the empty bag to the side.

“What does Moja duša mean?”

“You know what it means,”

“I don’t think I do,” He says moving toward you. “I think it means something more to you,”

“Stop,” You tell him but he doesn’t until you’re toe to toe.

“My grandmother would tell my sister and I stories about you... or your kind,” He tells you. “Said that certain people were cursed to be stuck with your kind for eternity,”

“She’s right... it is a curse,” You tell him.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” He tells you.

“Candy, bread, beer, it all tastes good but they’re not necessarily good for you,” You tell him. “Think of this on a much bigger, much deadlier scale,”

“Sounds exciting,” He smirks. You sigh pressing your lips together. He raises his hand toward the glasses you had yet to take off. Your hands shoot up and wrap around his wrist.

“Turn around and go back to your sister,” You demand. “Forget you ever saw me,”

“You’re unforgettable,” Pietro whispers. The two of you stay still until Pietro begins to move his hands again. They slip from your wrist as you allow him to take the glasses off. “Oči diabla,” He recites the line that is in all the stories. “Eyes of the devil,” He translates. “Who would have thought the devil would be so attractive?”

...

“If I see another Goddamn robot after this, I’m going to blow a gasket,” You hiss towards the end of the battle against Ultron and his multiples. You run around the city killing robots and rescuing civilians.

Eventually, ships come to the edge of the city to evacuate everyone. You run through the city multiple times in order to make sure nobody is left behind. You return to the ships in time to see Pietro go to save Clint and the child he’s protecting.

Your instincts over take you. Your by his side faster than a heart beat. Your arms wrap around him. You speed out of harms way without missing a beat. When you’re out of the way, you rip a door off a car and launch it at the spaceship sending it to the ground before turning to Pietro.

“Are you alr-” Pietro cuts you off with a kiss. The simple kiss amplifies the already strong bond between the two of you. Your hand instinctively rest on his hips and pull him against you.

“Thank you,” He mutters against your lips. You smirk, returning your lips to his.

...

I plan on doing more one shots in relation to this one. I wouldn’t really call it a series just a collection of random one shots with Pietro and this type of reader.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in them or if you have a request for a specific one shot you wanna see

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