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1000roughdrafts · 3 years

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Baby Winchester 2021

A/N: gift fic for @rileynicole1967. Merry Christmas! Thank you for being such a huge supporter, and for all of your kind words. I hope you like it. I dont have a laptop anymore so this is posted from my phone, hope the format is alright.

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute way.

Warnings: fluff, puking, pregnancy, mention of sex, a tiny bit of angst but youd have to really watch for it.

W/C: 1.5k

This is also kind of a fix it fic for the season finale but I warped the time to be close to Christmas.

Excusing yourself from Thanksgiving dinner, after taking a bite of a meal your boyfriend spent hours to prepare, almost made you feel as horrible as the realization that the spontaneous sickness was accompanied by an AWOL period.

You let it slide, blaming the uneasy feeling on those intrusive thoughts, the worries that slip in and mix with hopes, turning into an anxious dream. A dream that involved having a family with Dean.

While you never had that whole marriage and kids conversation with him, you know that somewhere deep inside of him is a craving to nurture and care for a child of his own.

The way he talked about his past with Lisa and Ben was one giveaway, but when the two of you had sex he was careless, and so were you. One of you would courteously offer up the use of a condom, while the other would hear the suggestion with one ear, muttering an "oh, yeah, we probably should," between kisses, but the intention was already lost on the both of you.

It was like under the surface of "we can't have a kid, we're hunters,"there was a shared hope that maybe it would just happen, and it would become part of the challenges you take on in day to day life. Wouldn't really even be much of a challenge, other than keeping the kid safe, but what safer of a place than a bunker?

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered the thought, even if just for a daydream. It was a scary thought, raising a baby in this world, let alone in your world, but regardless, you wanted it.

Five days from Christmas, another period hadn't come. Sitting on the toilet you cover your eyes with your hands, pressing a bit deeper than you should, hardly able to control the bounce in your leg. On the floor in front of you is a pregnancy test, your heart racing too fast for you to watch it as it decides your future.

The confliction you feel is enough on its own. The one hand, excitement, the other, fear; a hope for both positive and negative to show up on that little stick.

Thinking back on the symptoms you'd read online they all seemed to line up with normal PMS symptoms. Your breasts were sore and heavy, but you've never examined them enough to know if they're really changing. You've been nauseous, even puking, but often that's not outside of PMS either. The only thing that really screamed 'pregnant' was your two missed periods… until you open your eyes to a test with two pink lines.

With shaky hands you bend forward to pick it up, feeling like every sense has been numbed and magnified at once, like your eyes are playing tricks on you. Your body throws out a nervous chuckle, re-reading the test like you're studying for a final before allowing yourself to actually smile. Panic and excitement fills you but you ride out the high, allowing it to consume you for a moment before planning your next move.

Slipping the test in your bra between your breasts, you throw the box it came in into an empty metal trash bin, setting it on fire to hide the evidence. Dean will find out eventually, but it has to be perfect.

You already had a world of ideas on how to tell him, and with Christmas just days away, the perfect time. You drive to the craft store to see what you could put together.

Walking down the aisle you turn to another and see blank christmas ornaments to decorate. Something inside of you screams, thousands of images popping into your head of what you could do with some paint and an ornament. Grabbing a present shaped ornament you head over to the paint section. You pick up a couple small gift bags and stuffing paper.

Leaving the bag in your car, you walk through the door to see the boys are decorating the bunker with random strings of light and tinsel.

"Looks great," you smile "now all we need is a tree."

"Well now that you're home we can go get one," Dean smiles, walking over to kiss you on the cheek.

You drove to all of the lots in Lebanon, all of which sold out of their best trees and left with the charlie brown's. Both Sam and Dean turned to you at each one with questions in their eyes, and you'd just shake your head. There's no way you'd let a three foot tree sit in a building as beautiful as the bunker. You'd find the perfect one, it just needed to take some time. That's when Dean suggested a different place.

He drove the three of you to a secluded woods, opening the trunk for a saw.

With wide eyes and a hidden smile, you jump out, Sam following.

"You're gonna cut one down?" you laugh.

Dean shrugs, lifting the saw to examine it. Smiling, he looks at Sam, "give me a hand with this will you?" he says, nodding to the other saw that sits in the trunk.

While the boys decorated the tree, you found it the perfect opportunity to sneak away and decorate your ornament. You slip into your car for the bag and run to a room you could lock, starting right away.

On Christmas morning, Dean woke you with a warm homemade peppermint mocha. The things that man could do in the kitchen made your head spin, or maybe it was the little life growing inside of you that made you so dizzy.

You hurriedly set the coffee on the nightstand and run to the bathroom, puking up the sweet, peppermint dream in moments.

Dean is quick to your side, kneeling down with his hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and you can only nod. "Was it too much peppermint?"

You shake your head with a chuckle, wiping your lips with toilet paper before spitting into the toilet and flushing it all away.

"No, the coffee is great," you smile, turning to rinse your mouth out and brush your teeth, "I just don't think I ate enough yesterday," you say, mouth full of toothpaste but knowing it will be the last lie you have to tell him about the showing symptoms.

You walk out and accompany them as Sam pulls a gift from the tree and hands it to Dean. Dean smiles as you go to sit next to him.

"Oh!" you say with your best attempt at faking surprise, "I forgot an ornament" you say, barely able to conceal your smile.

You pull it from your pocket and hand it to Dean, stifling a giggle.

He smiles, "sure thing," he says, reaching for it.

It takes him a few steps to look at it, but even with his back turned to you you know when he reads it. He freezes, staring down at the golden letters that read: Baby Winchester 2021.

"What?" he says, whipping around to face you, and you just smile. Sam is alert, looking up from his phone as if Dean's voice startled him into the moment. Dean's face is tense, but he relaxes it to a smile, "what?"he says again, more excitedly, "are you serious?" he says in a laugh.

Sam stands and walks to Dean's side, reading the ornament over his shoulder, "no way!" he smiles.

You laugh, standing to grab the gift bag from under the tree with the test in it.

"I'm serious," you say, giving him the little gift bag.

Dean pulls the test out, Sam still at his side and when he looks at those little pink lines his face flushes, tears in the corners of his eyes threaten to come down. Sam is quick to run to you, wrapping you in a bear hug, saying congratulations before both of you have your arms wrapped around Dean.

There's silence for a moment, and you know what it means just by looking in their eyes. In their minds, just last week they were fighting mime vampires, the hunt almost getting away with Dean's life had he not missed the nail in the wall and fell backwards instead, and this week, they're expecting a baby. A baby in a world with vampires, and ghosts, and creatures that want you all dead.

You break the silence, "I know," you say almost somberly.

"What are we gonna do?" Dean asks, fear in his voice.

"We're gonna do what we always do. We're gonna keep fighting, but now, we'll be fighting for this little guy," you say, hand around your stomach.

Dean wipes the tear from his eye before it can hit his cheek and wraps his arms around you in a hug, Sam joining in shortly after in an embrace you wish you could stay in forever.

Sure, it's going to be difficult raising a baby in a hunter family, but with these two goons by your side, you wouldn't have it anyway else.

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p-artsypants · 3 years

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The Ghost of Smokey Joe (2)

Autumn Serenade

Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Stilted body language, plastic smile, and he seemed to have forgotten how close they were. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?

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Many hours later, the door clicked closed, and Marinette sat up straight in attention. “Adrien?”

“No girl, just me,” said Alya. “Did you sleep at the table all night?”

Sunlight poured in the window.

“I guess I did.” Marinette rubbed at her eye, smearing her mascara. “What time is it?”

“Morning time. Almost 8. I’m surprised Sunshine isn’t still here. I have expected to catch you both cuddling on the couch together. Did you just…fall asleep at the table?”

Marinette didn’t answer, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Marinette?”

“He bailed on me. Ghosted me. Not even a text.”

“He what!?” She shrieked. “Why that dumb little—“ Alya whipped out her phone, and called someone, putting them on speaker.

“He didn’t answer me, Alya, don’t even try.”

Instead, Nino’s voice spoke over the line. “What did you forget?”

“I didn’t forget anything! It was that Best Man of yours!”

“Adrien? What did stuffed-with-fluff forget?”

“He forgot Marinette!”

“Marinette? He ghosted her!?”

“Yes! He never showed! And he’s not answering any calls, so you better get a good excuse from him! He better be dead or in the hospital, or I’ll put him there!”

“Alya…” Marinette said weakly. “I’m sure he has a good excuse…”

“I’ll call him,” Nino promised. “I’ll figure this all out. He’s a good boy, I know he wouldn’t just…not call.”

“I want to believe that too,” Alya said with pain in her voice.

Then, Marinette’s phone rang, and she hurriedly answered it, not looking at the number. “Hello?”

“Hello Miss Dupain-Cheng,” said Nathalie.

“Oh, good morning.”

“I’m calling to inform you that next week, you’ll be working from the office all week. Mr. Agreste is…feeling unwell.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you for letting me know. By chance, is Adrien there?”

“No.” And without anything else, Nathalie hung up.

“Rude,” Marinette muttered to herself. “Something smells fishy.”

Nino called back a minute later. “I can’t get a hold of Adrien either. He’s not answering his phone.”

Alya frowned, arms crossed. “Fishy indeed.”

“Well, he can’t avoid me forever. I am Gabriel’s intern, so I’ll corner him sometime.” Then a horrible realization came over Marinette. “Oh god, he didn’t actually ask me out!”

“What? Did you daydream this whole thing?!”

“No! He asked me if I wanted to have dinner, and he said he had something important he wanted to tell me! But he never clarified that it was a date! I kissed his cheek! What if he panicked!? Alya, this is my fault!”

Nino laughed from the other end of the line. “Dude, this is so not your fault. It sounded like a date to me. He still owes you an explanation. Regardless of what type. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Nino’s got it right, Marinette. You didn’t do anything wrong. When he stops being such a butthead, he’ll come groveling. I promise.”

“Yeah, well, we can only hope.”

Through the trees

Comes Autumn with her serenade

Melodies

The sweetest music ever played

Autumn kisses we knew

Are beautiful souvenirs

A whole week of silence was torture. Marinette continued to go to work, and put on her big girl pants and acted like everything was fine. Gabriel only communicated to her through emails, and she was unanimously thrust into the leadership role in his absence.

It was frustrating, annoying, and stressful, since she was not prepared to become CEO overnight. By the end of the week, she had run herself ragged. Fueled by coffee and fear of failure, she wrapped up her last project for the evening, and went back to the apartment.

There, blessedly, Alya and Nino greeted her with hugs and leftovers.

“Rough day?”

“Rough week! Mr. Agreste has been basically AWOL, and I’m the one filling in! He doesn’t answer my phone calls or texts, and answers my emails an hour after the fact. I’m exhausted!”

“And Nathalie didn’t say anything to you?”

“Nope, she’s sealed up tight. Apparently, Gabriel is sick. But I can’t get any news about Adrien. Honestly, I’m about one mental breakdown away from breaking down the gates and demanding answers.”

Alya chuckled. “No need to be so drastic, Marinette. Maybe both of them got the flu, and Nathalie is forbidding them from doing anything but resting. You know how strict she is.”

Marinette kicked off her shoes and leaned her head back on the couch. “I know, I know, and you’re probably right. It might be best if I come up with a plan in case this ever happens again. Specifically Gabriel getting sick, not Adrien being a coward.”

“It’s weird though,” Said Nino. “Adrien’s always been overly considerate. Even after all this time, he still asks too many questions about social faux pas. For him to just ghost you, for a whole week even; it’s concerning.”

Marinette had tried not to think like that. Adrien being awkward and scared was so much easier to stomach than something tragic befalling him.

And yet, if it had, wouldn’t she know by now?

She took out her phone, and called Nathalie, much to the curious gazes of Nino and Alya.

“Hello Marinette.” The woman greeted, as stoic as ever. “I was under the impression that you were done for the night.”

“I am. I just...haven’t heard from Adrien all week.”

“With Gabriel ill, Adrien has been busy, much like you. It wouldn’t surprise me that social calls would fall to the wayside.”

“I was just...worried. Is he there?”

“Yes. He’s fine.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“He’s asleep. He’s had a hard week. You’ll see him Monday, as Mr. Agreste wants you working at the manor.”

“Oh, okay then. I guess...thank you, Nathalie.”

“You're welcome.” The call ended.

“So he’s not dead in a ditch.” Marinette announced. “Nathalie said he’s asleep. And I’ll see him Monday.”

Nino frowned, though he didn’t say anything.

It was just...odd.

As I pause to recall

The leaves seem to fall like tears

Silver stars

Were clinging to an Autumn sky

Monday morning, Marinette went over to the mansion. She rang the bell, and the gates opened. She crossed the quiet drive, the gates shutting behind her, and approached the door.

There was usually someone there to open it to greet her, whether it was Nathalie or the Gorilla. Not this time.

Marinette took hold of the handle and opened it herself, for the first time ever. She didn’t think they would mind, if the gate opened.

“Hello?” She called. “Nathalie?”

The lights in the foyer were off. And despite the large windows beside her, dark shadows hung in the corners like cobwebs.

The house felt empty. Cold, and dark. The manor had always been cold, of course. It was picture perfect, sterile and modern minimal. But today it felt worse. Noticeably worse.

If this is what it felt like at night when she went home, it was no wonder Adrien hated it here.

The doors to Gabriel’s office were closed, and she approached, knocking gently.

“Come in.” Said Nathalie’s voice.

She was at her desk, but Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. “Good morning,” she greeted.

“G-good morning.” Marinette nodded. “I’m just letting you know I’m here. You usually greet me at the door so...”

“You’ve been here long enough, I didn’t think such formalities were necessary.”

“They aren’t! It’s fine, totally fine. Just...unexpected is all. Is Gabriel still ill?”

“A bit. He may come down, but he may not. I will field all questions.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She prepared to leave, but asked. “Is Adrien home?”

“He’s working in his room. He’s very busy.”

Marinette just nodded, and went to her own office down the hall.

It was a smaller room, used to belong to Emilie. Gabriel was very specific about how things were kept. The desk was Marinette’s, but everything else was Emilie’s. The bureau in the corner, the little settee, the curtains, it was all her design. Emilie had good taste, thankfully, and so the room was fine the way it was.

Even with the light off, this room didn’t have that oppressive weight in it.

She could relax, however slightly, and get to work.

It was hard to concentrate on work when all she wanted to do was storm upstairs and demand answers from Adrien. At this point, she definitely felt like she deserved them. Date or not, she deserved a little closure as to what had happened, and why he had never followed up.

In all likeliness, it would probably just be, “my phone died, and then I forgot to text you back.”

But Nino’s comment about Adrien’s extreme consciousness really nagged at her.

Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch break, and she took her sack lunch with her to Gabriel’s office.

He still hadn’t come down, but Nathalie was there.

“Nathalie? I’m taking my lunch now. Do you think I could visit Adrien?”

The woman stopped her work and screwed up her lips, an expression Marinette had never seen on her before. She seemed to be thinking much too hard.

“I will go see if he is able to handle company.”

“Tell him I don’t want to bother him, and we don’t have to talk. I just want company.”

Nathalie nodded, and stepped out of the room. Marinette followed across the foyer, before Nathalie harshly told her, “wait here.”

She ascended the stairs to Adrien’s room.

Love was ours

Until October wandered by

Let the years come and go

I'll still feel the glow

That time cannot fade

When I hear

That lovely Autumn serenade

Marinette never had to wait. Since working in the same house, they had developed a pretty open door policy. He was allowed in her office anytime, and likewise, she was allowed in his room, though she usually knocked first. Young men and all.

But this was the first time anything like this happened. Was Nathalie just paranoid about her getting sick too? Or her getting Adrien sick?

Was Adrien still ignoring her, and let Nathalie in on it?

What had she done to warrant this reaction?

Finally, Nathalie came out of the room.

“Adrien can see you for a little bit. But he’s busy, so try not to distract him.” Her tone was stern, in a way that made Marinette instinctively curl into herself. A sternness like she was in trouble.

Seriously, what did she do?!

She climbed the stairs, and approached the door, knocking slightly. “Adrien?”

“Please come in,” his voice called back.

When she entered, she noticed the lights were out. He sat in his computer chair, facing her completely, sitting rigidly, and smiling.

It was the fakest smile she’d ever seen.

She sighed. “Relax. I’m not mad.”

He blinked. “You…aren’t?”

“I mean, I’m a little confused. Why didn’t you show?”

He frowned. “I’m sorry, I think I’m the one that’s confused. What are you talking about?”

She scoffed. “Last week? We were going to have dinner? You never showed or called?”

“Oh. I…forgot.”

“It was your idea!”

“I…was sick. And I fell asleep. Yes. What day?”

“Friday night.”

His eyes widened. “Oh yes. That is exactly what happened.”

She sighed as she sank into his couch, and opened her lunch. “I understand. I really do, but next time, could you return my calls? I spent a whole week in silence from you.”

“Nathalie confiscated my phone.”

This made her chuckle. “Okay, that’s an ironclad excuse.”

He smiled, again, so fake.

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“Tell you? I was under the impression that you wanted to talk to me.”

“Well yeah, but on Friday. You asked me to dinner and said you wanted to tell me something.”

He spun around in his chair to look at his computer. He scrolled through a document, and then turned back to her. “I don’t remember, I’m afraid. This past week has been…a bit fuzzy, to tell you the truth.”

“What were you sick with?”

His eye twitched. “Uh, cancer.”

“WHAT?!”

“Too severe? Strep throat then. Pneumonia. Bronchitis.”

“You could just say you don’t know instead of giving me a heart attack, you know.”

“Apologies.”

“Why are you talking like that?”

“Talking how so?”

“Like, really proper.”

“Is it not how I usually talk?”

“Not when we’re alone…”

He screwed up his lips. “Hmm. My bad. Too many period dramas while I was sick, I suppose.”

She laughed. “Oh my gosh, like when we binged Sherlock together, and we couldn’t stop talking with British accents?!”

He grinned. “Precisely. Just like that.”

“Man, had I known you were sick, I would have brought you some soup and given you company.”

“Nathalie wouldn’t have let you.”

“I know. It just kills me to think that you were alone all week.”

“It kills you?” He looked horrified.

“Yeah…I know you get lonely…sorry, I’m prying again.”

He shook his head. “Just…the phrasing caught me off guard.”

Marinette noticed from the moment she walked in, he had only once glanced at his computer. She was being a distraction, just like Nathalie had asked her not to.

“Well, I heard you were busy, so I’ll finish my lunch in my office. But, we’re good right?”

“What?”

“Like, you aren’t mad at me for anything? I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No, you did nothing wrong. We’re great friends.”

“Good!”

Something was wrong.

Love was ours

Until October wandered by

Let the years come and go

I'll still feel the glow

That time cannot fade

When I hear

That lovely Autumn serenade

She walked to him and kissed his temple, like he always appreciated, and she spared a glance at the computer screen.

She only got a glimpse of the first line.

‘Your name is Adrien Agreste.’

I can’t guarantee prompt updates for a little bit. I have some logistics to figure out, but I have a few chapters ready, so I figured I’d start posting! All the chapter titles are songs from my spooky halloween playlist that inspired this fic (and their lyrics will be in the chapters)! You can find that playlist here. The playlist will be updated as the fic goes on.

I hope to post the last chapter on Halloween!

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Hamptons’ House: 2000 - 4

The Hamptons’ House: A Iron Man Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count: 1753

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, Smut (MF outdoor sex, hammock sex, vaginal sex, oral sex)

Synopsis: A lot has changed in your life between the party in 1997 and the one in 2000. You worry that the changes will somehow turn Tony off.

2000: Part 4

Tony lay back in his hammock drinking a Bloody Mary and enjoying the last little bit of time he had left in the week. It was different from the last few times the two of you had done this, but not as different as he had expected given you were pregnant. The first big difference was that you weren’t drinking with him at all, which was fine, whether other people wanted to imbibe or not, never stopped him from doing it, and in the past, you never bothered attempting to keep up with him anyway. The other was that there was a little less morning sex because you often just didn’t feel up for it until midday. He did miss that, but he mostly just enjoyed that feeling of vacationing with his family that he got when he spent these weeks with you and Rhodey. There was never any judgment or pressure to be some caricatured version of himself. If you said to him you couldn’t do the sex part of the relationship ever again, he’d accept it as long as he still got to spend these weeks here with you.

He also felt weirdly protective of you now. He was afraid he’d do something to hurt the baby and while he didn’t like admitting it, even to himself, he liked running his fingers over your stomach and thinking about the life that was growing inside you. He’d imagine you as a parent. You were such a loving person he had no doubt you’d be a good parent. All the things his parents weren’t and everything he didn’t believe about himself too. Sometimes he’d have little daydreams about what it would be like if it was his. Even his imagination seemed to have as low expectations as his father ever did though. He just kept picturing being absent and the kid growing up resenting him.

He was happy you were getting the things that he couldn’t give you. That you were living the life that suited you and not trying to squeeze into the public spectacle that he was living.

“The morning sickness must be bad this morning,” Rhodey said, looking at his watch. “She’s normally down by now.”

“Yeah, she woke up earlier, puked her guts out and crawled back into bed, and fell asleep,” Tony said. “Obie isn’t expecting me back to work until tomorrow, so I’ve got time.”

Rhodey looked at his watch again. “Not me,” he said. “I wanted to say goodbye but if she doesn’t come down soon I’m gonna have to head out without seeing her.”

“You can always go and wake her, she’s in pajamas and I know she wouldn’t want you to leave without saying anything,” Tony said.

“I’ll give it another twenty …”

Rhodey was cut off by the sliding door opening and you dragging your travel bag out. You’d showered and dressed, but you still looked a little bleary-eyed and green around the gills.

“Morning,” you grumbled, leaving your bag by the door and coming over to the remnants of the breakfast food on the table.

“That baby is kicking your ass, hey?” Rhodey said.

“Yeah,” you said. “I took something. Finally think I can eat.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to be a mother the next time I see you,” Rhodey said. “You guys will keep doing this, I assume?”

“That’s the plan,” you said as you started to eat some toast. “But it is crazy to think about.”

“If it’s a boy you can name it after me,” Rhodey joked.

“Yeah, Honey Bear is a great name for a baby,” Tony teased and both you and Rhodey laughed.

“You better keep in touch,” Rhodey said. “I wanna see baby photos.”

“Of course,” you said. “Are you leaving?”

Rhodey checked his watch. “Yeah. I better. I’ll get declared AWOL if I don’t head home.” He got up and kissed your cheek. “It was good seeing you.”

“You too, Rhodey,” you said. He came over to Tony and ruffled his hair. “See you in a couple of weeks for that demo.”

“See you, honey bunny,” Tony said, patting Rhodey’s arm as he headed back through the house.

Tony lowered his sunglasses and looked at you over the top of them. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Feels worse every day though. This is going to be fun.”

“Poor, Cookie,” Tony teased, patting his thigh. “Come here.”

You smirked at him and bit your bottom lips. “I don’t know if I should.”

“Come on,” he said. “I can make you feel really good.”

You laughed and got up. “You do not do the sleazy pickup thing well at all,” you said coming over and taking his almost empty glass from his hand. You put it on the glass table beside the hammock and climbed in, so you were lying directly on top of him.

“Can’t be that bad,” he teased as he ran his nose up your neck and his hands slid up under your skirt so he could massage your ass. “Got you here, didn’t it?”

You tilted your head back and began to grind down on his cock, the hammock swaying slightly as you rolled your hips. “I guess it did.”

Tony pushed your legs a little further apart and ran his fingers up and down your cunt, pushing the lace of your panties between your folds. “Bet you’re looking forward to seeing, Kurt,” he growled softly against your ear. “You miss him?”

“Mm-hmm…” You hummed. “I really do.”

He slipped his fingers under the elastic and began to circle his index finger over your clit. “Will you miss me?”

You sat up and looked down into his eyes, a look of genuine love and affection on your face. “I always do, Tony.”

He reached up and cradled your cheek, pulling you down into a deep and hungry kiss. You began to grind hard on his lap, and his cock hardened in his pants. You reached down and unfastened his belt. There was a franticness to your actions. A desperate need to have him inside you. Tony wanted to drag it out though, and he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his face.

“Slow down, cookie,” he said, kissing your fingers. “Let’s not rush.”

“Okay,” you said, a slight whine in your voice. The whine turned to a moan as he pulled two of your fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. You slowly rolled your hips so your pussy ground down on the bulge in his pants. He rubbed your clit in tight circles and your cunt began to drip. Your fluids coated his fingers and soaked through your panties leaving a wet patch on his pants.

You both kissed deeply and passionately, he groaned into your lips and bucked up into you, making the hammock swing a little more wildly. Your hands went back to the waistband of his pants and as you pulled out his achingly hard cock, he fished a condom from his pocket. He rolled it on and shifted your panties to the side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock.

“Fuck…” he moaned as he watched you sit back, and let your head fall back. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You do too, Tony,” you mewled as you slowly rolled your hips in his lap. The motion rocked the hammock from side to side. It made your cunt feel like it was squeezing him even more tightly as his cock swirled inside you. “I love your cock.”

“It’s pretty fond of you too, dear,” he teased, pulling the neckline of your dress down and exposing your breast. He began to suckle on it pressing his teeth on your nipple. It drew a loud moan from you and made your cunt clamp down, vice-like on his cock.

You moved a little faster, rolling your hips as he began to buck up into you. He could feel how strongly he was affecting you. Your walls spasmed as your cunt soaked his pants. Your nipple hardened in his mouth and you mewled and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck! Fuck, Tony!"

He snapped his hips harder up into you, your bodies slapping together as he fucked up into you hard. You braced your hands on his shoulders as your legs began to shake and the hammock shifted wildly under you both. He bit down on your nipple and you cried out, throwing your head back as your orgasm crashed through you. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock.

You climbed off quickly, and he groaned and arched up, trying to push back inside you. “What’s happening?” he whined.

“Want you to come in my mouth,” you said, getting off the hammock and onto your knees beside it.

He swung his legs over the side, spreading them so that they were on either side of you. He rolled off the condom and tossed it into the glass on the table as you immediately took his cock in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, sucking hard as you bobbed your head. He moaned as his cock twitched and leaked as his balls began to tighten.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, his eyes locked on to yours as you sucked. He rocked on the hammock, letting the swing on the fabric push his cock in and out of your throat with each arc. You opened your mouth and took him deep and with a hard thrust, he came, releasing in hot threads straight down your throat.

“Fuck…” he groaned as his cock pulsed and you swallowed everything he gave you. You hummed massaging his thighs and pulled back.

“Mmm… there we go,” you sighed and started straightening yourself up. “Will that tide you over until I see you again?”

Tony started laughing. “Maybe not the whole three years, but it’ll give me something to think about, that’s for sure.”

You got up as he put his cock back away. Leaning forward and resting your hands on his thighs you kissed him. It was slow and tender and you hummed softly as your lips moved against his. You pulled back slowly sucking on his bottom lip and gazed down at him with a soft smile on your face.

“Shall we think about heading out?” Tony asked.

You nodded. “I had a really good week, Tony.”

“Me too, cookie,” he said, getting up. “I’m really glad you still came.”

“Of course, Tony,” you agreed. “This is our thing and it always will be.”

// NEXT

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #pregnancy #the hamptons' house #2000

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viridesco · 2 years

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also not to daydream too hard about post-finals life but this year (whether post-finals or when i finally get my f1 job!), i want to:

- learn italian - read more!! and use my local library!! - get into quilting & ask my grandma to help

i'm still working on cooking a new recipe every week - obviously this has gone a lil bit awol but i have cooked 2 entirely new things since the start of the year!! turkish eggs were a big hit <3

#personal #i will have to catch up on the food lol

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jujywrites · 3 years

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don’t know how to say this (you’re really my dearest friend)

Valintine’s floof for Valentine’s! I wrote this some time ago for @julzlajulzjulz’s Fruits Basket zine, and... I really like it ghgfhfhfhfhfhh

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On a February morning, Uotani Arisa woke up with an excess of energy. She dressed efficiently, pulling on a recently-bought coat (purple, with a fleece-lined collar), made sure there were instructions for the leftovers in the fridge, and left for Kaibara High with a lilt in her stride.

Not even the red decorations and explosions of hearts on nearly every storefront could dampen Arisa's mood, and she regarding the ads for chocolate (discount and otherwise) as a personal challenge. Chocolates were easy to make; store-bought chocolate was for unimaginative, lazy losers.

Rounding the corner, she spotted Tohru and Hana waiting at a crosswalk and jogged to catch up. "Yo," she said with a wave.

"Good morning, Uo-chan!" said Tohru, smiling brightly.

"Good morning," Hana echoed, nodding. It was warm enough that she could wear her lace gloves.

The light changed, and they stepped off the curb.

"Is that a new coat?" Hana adjusted her own, edged with lace around the collar. "It's a flattering color on you, Uotani."

"Hana-chan's right," said Tohru. "You should wear purple more often."

"Jeez, you'll make me blush." She chuckled, remembering how she'd felt looking at her reflection. "But I do look good, don't I? Not as—" She cut off what had been about to come out with a cough. "Not that I don't always, obviously."

Not as good as you, Saki.

Her near slip-up didn't dent her mood either. After all, Hana liked her coat.

Today's gonna be great.

~~~~~

Around lunchtime, amid chatter from her classmates about chocolate brands and chocolate ingredients and how many gifts the Prince would get, Arisa's mood had changed from determined to panic-struck.

Goddamn it, what am I doing?! I'm such a loser.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked Tohru as they left the classroom for the cafeteria. Hana was (Arisa looked over her shoulder) talking with Carrots, of all people.

Tohru barely agreed before Arisa dragged her out of the crowd with an iron grip.

"You gotta help me," Arisa said, far more frantically than she'd intended. "There's-" she swallowed some words, "someone I like, and I wanna make chocolate and I have no idea how!"

Tohru's confused expression gave way to pure joy. "Uo-chan, how exciting! Of course I'll help."

"But I!" She shut her mouth, opened it again, and sighed, feeling the adrenaline leave her. "I can't decide whether Valentine's or White Day would be better."

Tohru blinked. She stepped forward, raising a gentle hand to Arisa's arm. "Is the person you like a girl?" she said, almost too soft to hear.

Cringing inwardly, Arisa nodded. She blinked at her arm being squeezed.

"You should do it whenever you like," Tohru said, voice firm.

Arisa stared. A smile took over her face without warning, and she scratched the back of her neck with a short laugh. If Tohru knew which girl…? "I guess I should stick with Valentine's. If I survive that long."

"Valentine's it is," Tohru replied with a giggle. "How about this Friday?"

"What about Friday?"

Arisa didn't yelp when Hana appeared. She did startle and say, "Nothing!" louder than necessary.

Tohru started walking, seemingly unaware. "I'm getting a head start on tomo-chocolates, and Uo-chan wanted to learn how to make some."

"Alas," Hana said, voice distant over Arisa's ringing ears, "I would join you both, but I have a prior engagement."

"That's too bad," Arisa said, shakily. "You'll miss out on me making a fool of myself."

"Don't be silly, Uo-chan," Tohru said, beaming.

"You're the least foolish person I know," Hana added.

Arisa dearly hoped she wasn't blushing.

~~~~~

Hana had once said that her wave-reading didn't reveal romantic intentions. Still, after asking Tohru for help Arisa couldn't shake the feeling that there was now a sign on her back announcing just that, never mind what her waves were doing. Hana didn't comment, and Arisa wasn't going to question why.

The shift in Arisa's feelings toward Hana had crept up on her over the new year; she still didn't know what the catalyst had been. All she knew was that February had stolen any chance of keeping them buried and there was only one thing to do. The thought of shoving those feelings back down now was infinitely more painful than the possibility of getting rejected.

But was that worth the change it might cause in their relationship? Just putting the confession out there would change things, even if Hana was gracious and Arisa was understanding. She had made peace with that possibility, hadn't she?

On the way to Tohru's house her mind had remained quiet, thanks to daydreaming about perfectly-made chocolates. She'd managed to keep most of her cool around Hana after the Monday incident. Small talk with Tohru while she got settled further filled the time; writer guy was in his study, the Prince and Carrots were AWOL and hadn't had the decency to inform Tohru why, but the soft look on her face when she mentioned how quiet they'd been lately seemed to mean she wasn't concerned.

Arisa had plenty to think of. But as soon as Tohru began telling her what equipment to get and what to put where, all those pesky concerns came back. Well! She'd beat them back with the power of knowledge.

Having failed to notice whether Hana had a preference or if she loved all kinds of chocolate with equal fervor, Arisa figured two-in-one was a safe bet. Thus, white and dark. Tohru, in her infinite wisdom, said that chocolate bark would be a good choice. And so Arisa had meticulously followed directions up to this point, where the makings for one bowl each of white and dark were ready to be melted.

"Thank god I asked you for help," she said for the twentieth time as she carried one bowl to the stove. "This would've been a disaster otherwise."

"I'm sure you would have been okay," Tohru responded for the twenty-first time, carrying the other bowl. She set it down with a smile. "Now for the fun part."

It was rather meditative, waiting for the mixture to melt enough to be stirrable. She found herself counting bubbles despite the thoughts bubbling up in her brain; she couldn't poke those out with a spoon.

She stayed quiet as she guided the mess into something recognizable; once it was smoothed out, though, her mouth had other plans. "Tohru… how do you- how would you, hypothetically..." Her words were getting tangled in the swirl of the spoon, it seemed, but she couldn't stop blathering. "If there's someone you've only given tomo-choco to, and meant it as tomo-choco… how would you handle explaining why, this year, it's honmei-choco?"

She startled at the clunk of the spoon next to her and looked up. Tohru's face seemed oddly flushed, even given the heat of the stove.

"W-Well, that is… oh, I think mine is done now! A-And yours looks good too!" She grabbed potholders and moved her bowl back to the counter, onto a hot pad.

Arisa followed, anxiety fluttering. A baking sheet had been laid out for her to pour the dark chocolate onto.

It took no time, and Tohru handed her a knife with reverence, and now it was up to her what patterns to make.

After the first spoonful of white met dark, and Arisa slide the knife into it, Tohru spoke.

"You have to have courage, that's all. If you know they don't owe it to you to return your feelings, it's not selfish to confess. It's okay to hope, but... whether they like you back or not isn't a matter of deserving something. They're their own person." Her voice was contemplative, almost unsure. But then she paused and caught Arisa's eyes. "You've known this girl for a while, right?"

"Nearly as long as I've known you," she whispered, dolloping more white in.

"Then… You'll be happy she's in your life, even if she wants to stay friends."

Arisa looked up again; Tohru wore a strangely pleading expression. "...Yeah." Then more firmly, returning to her task, "Yeah. We've been through… a lot, and I think even if she rejects me our friendship won't change."

"I hope so."

Had she spoken? No, Tohru had. Before Arisa could figure that out, Tohru was smiling widely down at her handiwork.

"It's beautiful." She took a breath. "Hana-chan will love it."

~~~~~

She put the bark into a plain box, tied with purple lace. She left it with an unsigned note in Hana's— Saki's— locker (because she was a living cliché), asking to meet her in the yard when the school day ended.

Seeing her there, with Arisa's heart in her hands, made everything Arisa had planned to say disappear.

"You should open it." She moved closer while Saki did. Close enough to touch her cheek if she were braver. Instead, she kept talking.

"This is honmei-choco. I made it. With Tohru's help, but..." She chuckled drily. "I know a heart-shaped box would've been plenty to clue you in. But I didn't just wanna buy something that looks extra pretty. This is— you're too important."

Her pulse stuttered from Saki's hand around hers, from her gentle gaze.

"I understand now why your waves have been different the last few weeks," she said. Her cheeks were pink, and Arisa forgot to breathe for a moment. "I'm glad. You were braver than me."

Another laugh, incredulous. "I was what?"

"You confessed first. I was too afraid of what might happen to our friendship if you didn't reciprocate."

"You've got it all wrong. I was terrified." She pulled her hand free of Saki's only to place it, lightly, on her shoulder. "I was just too bullheaded not to say anything. But even if I didn't feel this way…" A sudden lump was in her throat; she swallowed, blinking fiercely. "I want you to know I wouldn't give up our friendship for anything."

Saki half-smiled, and reached into the box, breaking off a small piece. "Tohru wouldn't stand for it either."

"God, of course not." She grinned back, heart pounding. "It's a moot point, anyway."

"True." Saki looked at the piece intently before putting it into her mouth. She chewed slowly, eyes closed.

Arisa waited.

Slowly, Saki opened her eyes. Slowly, she brought her hand to Arisa's cheek. "It's delicious. Thank you very much." The pink on her face bloomed crimson. "...Arisa. May I kiss you?"

The lace against her skin made her want to tremble. "Saki." She inhaled shakily. "Yes, Saki. Please."

Arisa closed her eyes and leaned down. For a few seconds, everything was sweetness and warmth.

After, Saki's hand stayed on her cheek. Arisa put her own over it. "Happy Valentine's Day, Saki. Thank you."

"The happiest." Saki's bright smile was better than any sugar rush.

#Fruits Basket #JujYwrites #AriSaki #Hana x Uo #GL

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alliesweetsong · 3 years

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Ashes to Ashes...

Sleep lately had been eluding Allie, at least the deep restful sleep she had been accustomed to getting the last several months. It was because of this that she had been up even before the light from the sun began shining into the room that she had been renting in old Town. Soaking in the bath before getting dressed she grabbed her rifle, ammo and pack and set off for the range

Her morning ritual she had started to do since the war ended consisted of an early morning jog, typically to the range if she could, before spending an hour or so practicing her breathing control and aim while adrenaline was pumping through her body. But today was a free day, no heavy workoutt just some time at the range.

The range itself was small and crude and she couldn't really go all out like she had become accustomed to being able to do in boralus, but still, as she looked through the scope at the target she inhaled deeply and let the stress and worry of the last few weeks die down from a roaring symphony in her mind to a low rumble as she applied pressure on the trigger. The shot nearly surprised her, as most good shots did, her breathing in tune with the moment the round flew out of the barrel and impacted the target just several inches above the bullseye.

"Missing in action." Aliths voice echoed in her mind

Manipulating the bolt of the rifle back and forward to load another round Allie inhales deeply and closes her left eye while getting back behind the scope while slowly beginning to exhale slowly.

"You try to beat me, but try in vain.

But when I win, I'll end the pain."

The shot goes wide and impacts the dirt several inches above the target as Allie lets out a sigh and places her head on the rifle's stock as she bites her lip and stares at her pad of notes. Taking a few deep breaths and letting them out slowly Allie clears her throat as the idly pulls the bolt of her rifle, ejecting the spent cartridge and rising to her feet.

She hadn't had whispers that intense since she was deployed in the war. The constant stress she had been under during that time had certainly been a contributing factor, and the fact she allowed herself to become vulnerable once more furrowed her eyebrows in wow as she packed up her gear and slung her rifle over shoulder to have the barrel pointing downward as she strolled to the park

There was very little that the ranger had found that calmed her down than sitting on a beach, cuddling with her husband and son, or sitting at the park, watching others go about their daily routines. It somehow made the ranger forget her worries, if only briefly, to study those around her. Her fascination with how humans lived their lives was comparable to how mages study Leylines and it was something she was always silently intrigued by. This intrigue and curiosity wouldn't last long today as soon, the shadow of her newer coworker Alith stood in front of her

"Ah! Alith, thank you for letting me sleep on that wonderful bed last night, far more comfortable than the one In the inn." She replies warmly.

"Allie…" Alith starts in a low and serious tone.

The void elf blinks and shifts her weight on the bench so that the gilnean woman could sit down while lofting an eyebrow. "Is uh..everything okay?" She now asks of the woman

Alith smiles softly and places a hand on the elves. Rangers shoulder "it was nice to have company,now as for your question. Well, I found his trail."

Alith, who was a newer friend of the ranger had proven invaluable in the search for her.missing husband and squad. The days, and what felt like weeks searching in vain relieved a boost of renewed confidence when she had offered to help. In her human form, Alith was a beautiful, gilnean woman. Confident, loyal, caring and honest. Typically in uniform she almost always looked ready for a fight.pale skin, silver eyes and dark raven colored hair. She was toned and muscular and if one paid attention enough, the scars of battles long past traced her figure. Inspite of wounds long sustained, she still spoke with grace and command that almost inevitably drew respect. In her worgen form, in which she stood before the elven woman now, the cool demeanor was replaced by an intimidating and imposing stature, plate armor and a massive sword as long as Allie was tall. Wasting little time once pledging to help the void elf, Alith had been at the forefront of discovering the orders that had taken the squad away from their home in boralus and into Stormwind.

Allie's relaxed demeanor suddenly shifted to slight panic as her jaw drops and she quickly reached for her rifle once more, her time in the park would have to wait for now.

"Ugh, I wish we had a way to contact each other, where is he?" She asks frantically while rising to her feet.

"Nothrend," Alith replies plainly. "The tundra from what I'm told, the AWOL was a false flag, they were working deep under records. Elysia already has a portal prepared for us, so let's go."

Despite having a slightly more hopeful expression, Allie bites her lip at the thought of taking a portal. Out of all the ways to travel, she hated portals the most, not caring for how they made her feel. Inhaling deeply, she slings the rifle over shoulder and nods in agreement for them to go.

"Okay yea, lets not waste time," she replies starting to walk at a brisk pace "Shadows, Northrend? What were they doing out there?" She asks of her friend now.

"No idea yet," Alith replies, matching the Ranger's stride. I'll meet up with you at the portal, I gotta put on my armor, just in case." She adds in a reassuring manner.

Allie gently nods and inhales deeply before continuing to make her way to the portal the mage had opened for the duo to take. Once Allie arrived she looked at the shimmering image contained of the Borean Tundra and let out a small breath, though she had never been there before, the stories she used to hear of the Valor and bravery on display to rid the world of the pain the human prince known as Arthas had laid bare across Azeroth.

The "Lich King" as he had become known as, had not only succeeded in Killing Sylvanas Windrunner and all but her people, but thousands had perished at his hand before finally being brought low by some of the greatest champions Azeroth had seen. Looking around after snapping out of her daydream, Allie finally spotted her friend approaching at the same quickened stride she had before without a word both entered the portal and left the city behind them. Valiance Keep was busy, frigid and loud as they came out of the portal, despite this not being used for what it once was anymore, it still held its place in shipping lanes and military operations spread over the planet.

For Allie, the air was frigid, each breath felt like she had just walked into a freezer, and while she was dressed for the occasion, the frigid temperatures caused her to lightly shiver idly.

"here we are." Alith states while sniffing the air "It has been ages." She finishes

The harbor may as well have been a different planet entirely for Allie. Looking around the unfamiliar place while pulling a cloak from her pack and fastening it she bites her lip. "I've uh, never been here before." She replies

"I smuggled myself out of Gilneas, and joined the fight here." Alith replies giving a quick pause "I have been back since, but not to the tundra." She finishes.

Allie could only look around lost in her thoughts as concern began to spread over her features. The frigid nothren hair blowing flakes of snow into the ramgers before she wises up and pulls her cloak lower to her form. Sensing the woman's trepidation Alith nudges her and motions to the keep.

"Come, lets have a talk with the commander, and ask a few questions."

Inhaling and trying to smile Allie nods "Good idea." She replies softly.

Following Alith Allie looks back once more at the shipyard wondering just how this all started or where it would end up. One thing was for certain, she never would have guessed or got this information herself and that, partly brought her some relief that it could mean, hope and help was still possible. The keep itself brought relief from the frigid cold outside while made Allie feel just slightly better as they ascended the stairs and entered a room that almost immediately brought back memories of wartime meetings Ardent Circle once held.

A massive table was nearly at the forefront in the sprawling room. Maps, a few swords, laid sprawled on the table, waiting for its owners to come back and retrieve them, and at the head of the table, a tall human man wearing decorative but obviously very functional armor stood over a few documents mumbling to himself as Alith approached.

“A moment General" she gave a salute, though his was a bit sharper, lowering hers he dropped his "A moment, I have a few questions."

The man straightens his posture and regards The Gilnean and Elven Ranger with a sour look of curiosity before recognizing Alith.

"Yes Lady Copeland." He replies as Alith waves off the formality

Allie watches on and inhales deeply as she stands there half listening to what was being said. Every moment spent in the warmth was another that was not spent out there. Could the squad be fighting for their life? Could they already be too late? Each thought a dagger in Allie’s heart, each rhythmic beat of her heart, growing steadily faster.

"Operation Icebreaker, a team of all Gilnaens, they were to come through here first." Allie overhears from nearby.

Looking at the exit, the void elf could only imagine the type of mission the squad was on. How long ago did they arrive here? A few days? A few weeks? Breathing in deeply and closing her eyes, the ranger lets it out slow centering herself, even with the training she had received, there had been nothing about A loved one, or the squad she had spent a better part of a year fighting with, just vanishing into thin air.

“Thank you.” Alith states to the man before strolling over to Allie motioning for them to leave. “So, we fly. We can take Valor my Gryphon, he can hold two.”

Allie inhales and nods in agreement as they begin to stroll outside, back into the cold. The silence between them was deafening, each one holding on to slivers of hope like liferafts adrift at sea.

“So uh, what is Operation Icebreaker?” Allie asks curiously

“A deep undercover mission they were on,” Alith replies as they near her Gryphon and start to strap in “You don’t know a thing alright?” she adds looks to Allie in a stern manner now.

Allie bites her lip but nods in agreement, she was no stranger to how things worked. “Of course,” she replies though it was hardly far from the truth, there was little to go on with just a mission name.

Valor was indeed a mighty Gryphon and with a simple stretch of his massive wings they were airborne in a matter of minutes. Allie kept her head low as they climbed, not that she had a fear of flying, she had been on the backs of gryphons before, but it was more so to look at the frozen ground below to look for something, anything, that resembled the missing squad and her husband.

Alith slightly looks over her shoulder and motions below them “You have much sharper eyes than mine,” She states loud enough for Allie to hear her over the whipping wind.

Allie couldn’t help but bties her lip already way ahead of the human as they continued to fly. Her eyes darted back and forth, hoping to see four others, walking single file as they typically did, or lounging in the snow. Getting ever increasingly frustrated Allie shakes her head. “I don’t even know what to look for!” she replies a few moments later.

“Camps, mostly.” Alith replies

Allie huffs and rolls her eyes at the reply, she had already guessed that. But as she starts searching the ground below something ahead of them grabs her attention. Four gryphons laid near a crashed necropolis. Perking up Allie quickly points

“In front of us! What's that!!?” she cries out pointing.

(Mood Music)

As they got closer however, Allie’s heart sank as she realized the Gryphons were frozen solid, and not resting peacefully waiting for their owners to return.

“Landing.” Alith states as Valor begins to descend.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the ground, and as they did Allie was already removing the strap that kept her fastened in her saddle off as she frantically jumped off the massive bird and pulled her rifle from her back. Pulling the bolt of the weapon back before slamming it forward, she loads a round in the chamber as she starts looking towards the horizon. She wanted to scream out their names, but without knowledge of what was happening, decided best to not do that. But as she walks forward, she spots a trail leading to the ruins as if something was dragged.

Covering her mouth with one hand as they approach the dead gryphons Allie shakes her head :”Okay, don’t panic, they are tough. They likely got trapped inside or something.” she states mostly to herself. “Maybe it was dark...they couldn’t see where they were going and they skidded to a stop.” she continues while making her way to the ruins of the necropolis.

“Stay together, and keep calm.” Alith states softly as she approaches Allie. “What do you see?” She asks curiously

Allie motions to the trail in front of them before looking around for the initial point of impact. “Four dead Gryphons…” she adds in thought. “Maybe flying low? But that couldn’t be right either, all of them know how to fly exceptionally well.” she finishes trying to piece the scene together.

“Could have also been the birds, it is icy here.” Alith replies in a reassuring manner. “Come, lets follow the trail.”

Allie swings around and starts walking to Alith’s side as they make their way to the entrance of the Necropolis, when the unmistakable stench of undead catches Allie’s nose. Narrowing her eyes she looks to Alith as they silently approach the entrance. Inside the source of the undead soon became apparent as they both spot six robed figures standing in a circle mumbling an incantation.

“Cultists.” Alith states softly “Should be an easy fight.”

Allie’s eyes flare with void energies as she crouches down, taking a position that placed the rifle in between two falling bricks. “Give the word.” she replies keeping her finger off the trigger.

Alith removes the giant sword from her back and leaps in the air trusting Allie to Cover her.

“Fire!”

@lady-rian for mentions!

#ic #part one #moonguard roleplay #Allie Sweetsong

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wlw-imagines-blog · 5 years

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Abandonment, Enthroned. {Part 3} (Fem!reader x Wanda Maximoff)

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: None for this part

Tags: apocalypse au, enemies to friends to lovers, no powers au,

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: “All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. I’ve been on a walk, on a winter’s day” - John Philips

After checking on Goat, you surveyed the apple orchard. You gathered two whole baskets of red and green apples, picking more off the garden floor than from the branches. Maybe if you went into town next week, you could find enough spices and sugar to make a pie. You smiled. That'd brighten both your and Wanda's mood. You pulled the little hand wagon full of apples and freshly picked blackberries behind you, just around the edge of the estate.

The dirt path separated the cornfield from the wild berry bushes that prowled closer, and closer to the house.

The sight made you smile. There was something so beautiful about how mature always found a way to grow and adapt despite humanity’s meddling.

You remembered what your mother would say when you helped her prune the apple trees as a young girl. The forest can grow without humans, but humans can’t grow without the forest.

It was not hard to imagine what the farm would look like without any care from you. You could already see the invasive sap suckers moving in to demolish the orchard. Tough weeds and ivy crawling and choking out the cornfield and destroying the greenhouse. The blackberry bushes would eventually dominate the house, alongside ivy and ferns.

This wasn’t just a daydream. You knew that in a few years, maybe decades, that that would be the future of your safe haven.

You looked up as you strolled. Every inch of the sky was covered with grey, but the clouds had yet to open and release.

As you turned the corner, a figure emerged from the tall stalks of corn, dark and staggering.

You stopped, blood turning to ice. The gun you kept in your waistband was in your hand within a second, safety off.

The man, tall and fit, was facing away, only turning when he heard the clank of the wagon handle hitting the ground.

He was light skinned, with long, dark hair. His bright eyes were clouded with a heavy glare. The jacket he wore was black, just like his boots and pants. The insignia was scratched off.

Much like the one Wanda wore, the day you met her.

His face was weather beaten, hair matted, hands bound in weathered bandages. The look in his eye made your heart twist; he seemed so lost, face pinched and confused.

He stood between you and the house.

Between you and Wanda.

"I'm not accepting visitors today," you called out, voice even. It took everything to choke down the fear.

There would have been the option to invite him inside, maybe even help him, if Wanda wasn't upstairs. If she wasn't resting inside, injured, barely able to walk. She was in no state to defend herself.

You called out again. "Come back in two weeks, I might be able to help you. But not now."

The man did nothing. He watched you, sharp blue eyes glancing over the wagon, to the gunning your hand.

"Get out of here, before I get twitchy," you stepped closer.

He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing.

“Two weeks,” he repeated after what felt like an eternity, before turning away.

Your throat constricted, tight until he walked past the house. You followed him for a few paces, making sure he stayed far away from Wanda.

The man disappeared down the cracked asphalt road, and you watched before fetching the wagon. You hadn't even realized the sweat that had formed on your brow, despite the cold.

As you approached the house, you saw Wanda standing in window of the second floor bedroom. Her eyes were darting from you, to where the man had last been. As she stepped away, you pulled the wagon into the house.

"Who was that?" Wanda asked as you stepped through the front door. She stood with her arms crossed while you carried the baskets to the kitchen. "What did he want? Where was he from?"

You gave her a once over, taking in her pale face and fidgeting hands. There was an unfamiliar tension in Wanda’s shoulders, one that trickled into her voice.

She was nervous. Terrified, even.

Her eyes kept shifting from you to the front door, as though she was waiting for the strange man to bust through. You couldn’t but feel the same jitters Wanda was emitting.

“I don’t know,” You placed the basket of apples down. “He didn’t say, I chased him away before he spoke a word. Why?”

“Nothing, never mind,” she said quickly, turning back to the living room.

It was your turn to cross your arms. “Don’t think I didn’t recognize that jacket he was wearing, Wanda.”

She froze, back stiff. “What about it?”

“You were wearing the same one when you showed up here, right?” You asked, walking to the basket of laundry. The jacket sat on top of the heap. “With the symbols all scratched out?”

Wanda audibly swallowed, forcing calm.

Pulling it out, you continued. “Is your last name Maximoff?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Is that a no?” You stepped closer to her. “ Then who are you? What militia were you a part of?”

“I’m not a part of any militia! Not anymore.”

“Are you AWOL?”

“I- no, I’m not!” Wanda snapped.

“Then are you? A one woman army?” You threw the jacket onto the ground. “Who was that man outside, Wanda? You knew him, didn’t you?”

She said nothing, just shook her head.

“Wanda,” you pressed your hands together, remembering to breathe. “I cannot let you stay if you’re AWOL. I-I don’t want to get mixed up in the Militia, and the fucking stupid war on the East Coast. If your presence attracts headhunters, or mercenaries from the New Alliance, you need to leave. Now.”

Wanda turned, eyes wild with panic. “They aren’t looking for me, because they think I’m dead. They think my brother killed me three weeks ago.”

Your mouth turned dry. “What?”

She winced, hand hovering over the bandage on her hip. Sitting down heavily on the couch, Wanda only continued when you sat next to her.

“My brother and I, we joined the New Alliance Militia before the war even started. The New Alliance promised to end the nuclear wars, or at least find a way to stop the fighting within America. We were foolish enough to believe it. And at one point, w-we thought we were doing the right thing.” She lowered her eyes. “I didn’t know they were being paid by the government. Or that they were ravaging every city they came upon. I thought we lived in a new utopia that the New Alliance created. I thought it was perfect. I only figured out the truth a month ago, when I caught a broadcast by the Protectors over the transmitters.”

You listened, heart hammering. She had a brother? The boy from the photo?

“I knew I needed to get out. I planned to disappear and go north, as far as I could until the Militia couldn’t find me. But,” Wanda choked on her words. “My brother found out what i was planning, and he turned me in. I was going to be court martialed for abandonment and punished”

“Punished?”

“Privately executed.”

“Jesus Christ,” You whispered, hand over your mouth.“How did you escape?”

You saw the muscle in her jaw flex. “My brother saved me. When it came to the execution, he turned a blind eye; he helped me.”

“Why? Wasn’t he the one that turned you in?”

“I’m the only family he has left. He couldn’t go through with it. I got out of there and began to head east-”

“-And met me,” you finished, grimacing at your first impressions of each other.

She nodded.

“So, who was that outside?” you broached the topic carefully. ‘Why was he here?”

Wanda stood heavily, walking to the window. “I don’t know his real name. In fact, I’m pretty certain he doesn’t have one. The other soldiers in the Militia would call him the Winter Soldier.”

“Oh God,” You had heard the name mentioned several times over transmissions and radio channels. The Winter Soldier was the face of the New Alliance Militia. He was formidable, and credited for eradicating whole factions of Protectors.

The New Alliance’s favorite attack dog had been standing a few feet in front of you, just moments ago.

“There were rumors in the camp that every night, the Militia leader, Colonel Rumlow, and the other doctors brainwash him to be a killer,” she continued. “Sometimes when I was on evening parole, I could hear machines and screaming from his compound.”

“He... he could’ve...” your hands were clammy. “He could have killed us. Why didn’t he?”

Wanda paced, each step labored. “I don’t know. At first I thought the Militia had found out I escaped, and that maybe he was here for me, but he saw me in the window and left without a fight.”

“He was alone, and pretty beaten up. The insignia on his jacket was ripped off, like your’s was,” You scratched your cheek. “Is there any chance he could be AWOL?”

“No,” she answered almost immediately. “I mean, he was the Militia’s most loyal soldier. I don’t know what could have make him turn.”

You nodded slowly. “Anything’s possible.”

“That’s true,” Wanda replied.

“He’ll probably come back.”

“Maybe.”

“We’ll be ready.”

She let out a dissonant laugh. “Yeah, and he’ll kill us before we blink.”

“He’s going to come back,” you remembered the encounter. “He said so himself.”

Wanda hummed, fingers brushing against the dog tags. “Then we’re definitely screwed.”

***

“North? North? You there?” The radio crackled to life. “It’s Queens, you awake?”

You seated yourself at your desk, on the desk light. “I’m here, is the channel secure?”

“Yup,” Queens sounded tired. You could imagine the young man, sitting in the pickup truck in the middle of nowhere, under the stars. Anxiety gripped your heart. “I’m gonna need some directions, North.”

“Where are you now?” You pulled out the various road maps that you had stored away. The study was next to your bedroom, and the second room that you frequented the most. Through the wall, you could hear Wanda tossing in bed.

You waited, listening to him yawn. “I’m in Illinois, just outside Chicago.”

“When was the last time you slept?” The clock on your desk read 2:36 am. “You need to be alert when you drive, Queens.”

“I’ve been driving non-stop,” He replied, letting out another yawn. “The truck’s tank is almost empty.”

You shook your head. “What are you going to do?”

There was a pause. “I...I don’t know.”

Despair was so thick in his voice, it made your eyebrows furrow. You cleared your throat, looking down at the map. “You’re almost here. It might take you a few more days, but you should be able to arrive without any problems.”

“Really?” Queens seemed to perk up. “Tell me how far I am.”

You were hesitant to give him a list of highways and slip routes to take. What if the channel wasn’t secure? What if someone was listening right now? prayed to god that Queens remembered most of them, there was a quiet knock at the door.

“Come in,” you called to the door. Wanda poked her head in, showing no traces of ever sleeping.

She wore her pajamas and one of your sweaters, arms crossed against the chill of the house. You nodded when she mouthed can I come in?

“Okay, North,” Queens said. “I’m going to settle in for the night. My eyes can’t stay open.”

“Sounds good, kiddo. Make sure you lock the doors and stay out of sight,” you responded.

“Aye aye captain,”

You grinned. “Goodnight. See you in a few days.”

“Goodnight, see you soon.”

You laughed softly and turned off the radio.

“Who was that?” She asked, sitting on the leather couch next to the desk. Her legs were crossed, hands folded. Your eyes landed on the strands of hair that had fallen out of her pony tail. The gas lantern on your desk illuminated her eyes, letting a warm light fall over her skin.

“Queens,” you responded, unable to swallow. “He’s a kid I found over the radio a year ago.”

She frowned. “Queens?”

“His code name,” you explained. “We can never be certain if the channel is secure, so we try to avoid using real names. I’ve already taken a risk in telling him how to get here.”

“And you’re ‘North’?”

“Uh huh. Like North Dakota.”

“Why are you helping him?” She asked carefully.

You smiled, a little strained. “Queens just got into high school when war broke out. There are so many people, especially kids, that are suffering because of this war. I want to help him get out in one piece.”

“He’s just some random kid?”

“He’s just some random kid.” You sat back in your chair. “He’s actually quite brilliant. I think he hasn’t gotten this far on pure luck; the kid’s a genius with machines.”

Wanda offered you a rare smile. “That’s really kind of you to help him.”

“It helps me sleep at night,” you shrugged, forcing nonchalance. The complement caught you off guard.

Wanda shook her head, face pinched. It was as though she could not muster the energy to be frustrated with you. “You’re a good person, Y/N.”

You laughed bitterly. “Wanda, I wasn’t always the bleeding heart humanitarian you see before you.” Leaning towards her, elbows on your knees, you spoke in a whisper. “It takes more than what you’re willing to give to live in the blast zone. You can’t tell me that I’m a good person, not after what I’ve done to get here.”

Wanda watched you intently as you rambled.

“It’s never been easy out here. Not once have I woken up and been glad to be alive; not since the war started. You have to be ruthless to survive, and I’m so damn tired of surviving. I want to live, and feel alive.” You choked out the last word, head dropping to your hands. “Wanda, it took so much of me to find a home in this wreckage. I’m so... so different now.”

If you knew everything, you’d call me a monster.

There was silence as you took in ragged breaths, as though you had never learnt to breathe. Those were words you had not ever spoken aloud. Instead of felling like a weight being lifted, the confession felt like a brick falling through glass, and now you were picking up the pieces. The moment the words were out, you felt hot embarrassment work its way through your system. God, did Wanda really want to hear about your sob story now?

You felt a cool hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

Instead of the usual vindictive look she held in her eyes, Wanda was looking at you with nothing but sympathy. The corners of her lips were pulled into a soft smile that chipped away at the husk around your heart.

“It’s never too late to change, Y/N,” she murmured, eyes glancing down to where her hand encircled your wrist. “I know that better than anyone.”

Before you could think, your finger brushed over her knuckles, a gesture so intimate and unfamiliar. You closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Wanda.”

As fast as it happened, the hand was gone. When you looked up, Wanda was standing, appearing equally stunned as apologetic. In the dim light, you could see the faintest blush on her cheeks, but ignored it for now.

“Wanda, wait, plea-”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” she said quickly, unable to meet your gaze. “See you tomorrow.”

The door closed hastily, leaving you alone in your study, unable to comprehend what just happened.

As you extinguished the lantern, you felt the phantom sensations of Wanda’s hand around your wrist, gentle and comforting.

As you crawled into the guest room’s bed, you forced yourself to stop over analyzing everything about Wanda.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagines #apocalypse au #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #Marvel AU

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callsign-daydream · 5 months

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Maverick: You’re always complaining about something. Cyclone: When I’m around you I always have something to complain about.

#top gun maverick #top gun incorrect quotes #original: i love lucy #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #daydream's awol week

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s3quacious · 5 years

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A Witch and her... cat?

Nejiten au ♡

A/N: This is my first time writing a story like this so please be gentle lol feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments :)

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Tenten left the market just as the sun was starting to set for the day. There was still a fair bit of sunlight but the vibrant pink, orange, and pale purple hues of the fading sun would soon fade away and blanket darkness over the beautiful town of Konoha. She breathed in the warm breeze and gave a light, disappointed sigh.

‘They didn’t have it in stock again! I’m never gonna be able to finish this enchantment without it.’ she thought, angrily.

Re-creating a brew from one of her spellbooks she had recently flipped through had proven to be more difficult than she had originally anticipated. Boiling together all the ingredients and soaking her (copious amounts of) sheers, knives, and needles in the thick brew would ensure she would never have to sharpen them again. The unique weapons and enchanting tools she created were what keep her customers coming after all. But of course, as fate would have it, all of the ingredients were readily available to her but one rare (and expensive) herb.

‘Ugh. Stupid rare plant,’ she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Heaving out another heavy sigh Tenten continued to walk home, woven bag of groceries in hand. There were few other people on the cobbled road with Tenten. All to be heard was the slow breeze, Tenten’s patting footsteps, and a faint rustling sound.

‘What was that?’ she asked herself nervously.

Confused, she looked to the garbage cans next to her to see where the rustling was coming from. Despite her small home being in the middle of the wooded part of Konoha (and the fact that she was a fierce weapon wielding witch), she still freaked when little unknown noises come lurking from the shadows.

“Ew is it a raccoon? Eeeeeee please don’t be a raccoon… Could it be a skunk?…….. Oh please, be a raccoon!” She said, staring at the pile in anticipation. She quickly holds out her arm and flicks her wrist up, feeling her powers flow through her and out of her hand. A second later a fluffy black ball flies up into the air with a hiss and lands on the ground in front of her. ‘A…. cat?’

Less than a second later Tenten is crouched down and fawning over the small animal in front of her. “Hi, baby! Oh my gosh you are so cute! Look at your long hair, you are so pretty!” she gushes as the animal in front of her rights itself into a sitting position and looks her in the eyes.

‘Woah.’ She thinks as she looks into the pale lilac eyes mixing with the orange reflection of the sunset. “I think you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen, Kitty.” For some strange reason she could swear that she saw the cat sit up a little straighter at her comment.

“Are you hungry?” she says, glancing at the garbage can and her grocery bag. “I don’t think you would like eggs and celery but I do have some stuff at home you might like. Come on.” Standing straight up and taking a few steps in the direction of her home, she peeks behind her to see if the kitty is following. With a slight hesitation the beautiful cat gets up and follows behind the young witch towards her humble little home.

***

“You are the pickiest cat I’ve ever met.” she says with narrowing eyes at the fluffy animal in the middle of her kitchen. “Fifteen minutes ago you were rummaging through garbage yet you won’t eat cat food?” The cat pushed the small bowl away with one small paw and looked up at her expectantly. With an exasperated sigh Tenten opens her cabinets in search for something her little companion might like.

After (very unwillingly) splitting her heated up leftovers from the night before, Tenten focused her attention on practicing her spells. Of course she was a master at the spells she uses to forge and enchant her weapons, but with everything else… let’s just say she still has a lot to learn and practices whenever she can. Staring at the small watering can with determination she recites the incantation.

“Potaret terra.” With that, the watering can slowly lifts into the air and gently tilts water into the nearest potted plant before moving on to the next one. “Ha!” she leans back in her chair and looks over to the cat next to her with excitement. “Soon I’ll be able to do these simple spells without saying them out loud!” The cat looked at Tenten, eyes slightly wider. He jumps off of her desk and strides over to the big bookshelf filled with spells, enchantments, potions, ingredients and (unbeknownst to her) everything the cursed cat needed.

After a few seconds of the cat staring at the books, Tenten turned to look at the cat quizzingly. “What are you doing, Kitty,” tilting her head at the creatures odd behavior. A moment later, it dashed from her room, out of the house, and into the darkness of the forest.

***

“After sharing my food and everything!” She exclaimed, stirring up her breakfast the next day. Talking to no one in particular, she goes on, “And here I’m thinking I would have a cute little kitty to be my little cuddle-buddy-sidekick, but no! The thing had to run off as soon as it had food in its belly!” Moving on to cleaning the dishes, she continues. “Aren’t cats supposed to have an affinity towards witches anyway? What, am I not witchy enough for the thing?” Turning to place a dish in the cupboard she stops in her tracks.

Staring at the fluffy cat in her doorway with an awkward smile.

“Uh.. hi.”

Seemingly unbothered by the tantrum Tenten just displayed, the cat picked up the newspaper it had placed on the floor and jumped onto her kitchen table, setting it down with the front page facing her. Tenten hesitantly sat down at the table, “Don’t cats usually bring dead mice? I thought only dogs bring the newspaper.” she giggles, picking up the newspaper and looking it over.

“HYUUGA GONE AWOL”

“Hyuuga Neji, last seen two weeks ago, has yet to return. It is hard to say whether the young prodigy of the Hyuuga clan has left of his own accord or something more sinister has taken place. Reports say that he was facing tremendous pressure from family and many think that he has decided to leave without a trace. The family has yet to comment,” she read out loud.

“He’s... missing?” she placed the newspaper back on her table, consumed by her thoughts. A crease of worry in her brow.

“I used to see him every time I walked to town. He would sit under this tree and meditate. He always looked so lonely to me,” she placed her head down onto her folded arms and continued. “I bumped into him one time...Not on purpose, or anything. But when I looked into his eyes he looked… trapped.”

“Maybe being the Hyuuga prodigy is not as great as everyone thinks it is.”

Turning to her little friend, “I hope he’s alright… I really liked him.” The cat stared up at her quietly with its familiar pale eyes. A sudden blush burned across Tenten’s face. “I mean I didn’t like like him! I just- I got used to seeing him everyday- that’s it!” she yelled waving her hands in front of her face. The cat came closer and pushed its head against her hand, wanting to be pet. She rubbed the beautiful cats silky fur and giggled.

“Come on, let’s go fill out some orders.”

***

“Qui languerat sanum.”

Feeling her magic flow through her body and to her injured hand, she sighed with relief feeling her small wound mending itself leaving no trace of damage. She smiled at her work and looked over to her bookshelf where she knew her furry friend would be.

‘He’s been staring at that bookshelf for the past two weeks.’

Over the short time the pair has known each other, they have become exceedingly close. They would eat together, practice magic, and go into town. At night when Tenten would lay in bed, the small cat would curl up on the window sill and sleep. For two weeks he would sleep just a little closer to her bed each night. Now, he purrs in the crook of her neck as they sleep.

Getting up, she curiously walks towards the bookshelf and picks up the tattered spellbook the cat has hovered around for the past three days. ‘Book of Transformations?’ Looking down at the animal, “Are you trying to learn some magic, little one?” she giggles.

After briefly flipping through the book- the cat perched on her shoulder and quickly scanning the pages as they go by- Tenten gets bored and reverts back to sharpening her katana. “Ugh, I need to find that stupid ingredient.” she mumbles to herself.

***

*Plop.*

Tenten blinked as she was forced out of her daydream by a giant spellbook being dropped in her lap. She looked from the cat in front of her, down to his little delivery, and back up again. ‘Has he been looking through this book all day?’ she thinks. Hesitantly she picks up the book and gazes at the open page.

“Quæ quondam erat? You want me to look at a detransformation spe-” cut off by a blinding light, she dropped the book to shield her eyes from the white glow engulfing her room. When she finally felt the light dim down she lowered her hands, blinking her eyes to help adjust to the light exposure.

She looks over to her little cat.

Little…cat.

The tall, familiar man who has been missing for over a month is now standing where her cat used to be. His long flowing hair just as silky and beautiful as she remembered. He slowly opened his opalescent eyes, staring right into her own hazel ones. For a long moment they stared at each other, neither saying a word.

“You’re….. Yo-you’re.” she stuttered, slowly walking backwards toward her bed.

“I am Hyuuga Ne-”

“NAKED!” she yelled, finally falling over onto the other side of her bed while aimlessly throwing blankets and pillows at the young prodigy.

***

After successfully throwing anything and everything at the man she could possibly grab with one hand covering her eyes, Tenten finally resigned to finding him some suitable clothes. Well, as suitable as she could give him. Nothing in her little forest cottage would ever live up to the standards the heir usually would uphold, however, her dad’s old pajamas would just have to do.

“So…”

“...”

“You were a cat… because…?” she asked, trying to keep her heavy blush at bay. ‘I can’t believe I said all those stupid things.’ Glancing over at him and immediately turning away again, hands covering her heavy blush. ‘I took a bath in front of him!’

“I was… having troubles at home. I always had a lot of pressure coming from my family but on that day it was completely different. I was fed up with their demands and stormed out of the compound.” he said, nervously adjusting the ill fitted shirt she had given him.

“I just remember being so angry at them. I couldn’t understand how my family could be so deliberately cold and uncaring towards me. They always put their desires ahead of mine, and I allowed them for so long. I just could not take it anymore.” he continued.

She was intoxicated by his voice. Tenten always heard that he was a quiet and reserved man that everyone highly respected. She never expected his voice to be so deep and smooth.

“I went to my usual meditation spot, underneath the willow tree in Konoha Park.” At that, Tenten blushed thinking back to her unintentional confession. “A woman came out of nowhere telling me that I need to experience new people and new things. She said that not everyone is like my family- that there are kind and caring people out there that I have yet to meet. The next thing I knew... I was a cat.”

After a very awkward (yet genuine) “thank you” and “goodbye,” Neji finally took his leave. Tenten sighed in relief. Ever since her furry friend revealed himself as the handsome prodigy, she felt like she had been holding her breath. With a few more deep breaths and a sad smile, Tenten opened her eyes and looked around at her empty home. She had grown attached to her little friend. She was used to having him to talk to even though he never talked back.

When Tenten goes to sleep that night she would miss the warmth of her little kitty.

***

With a heavy sigh, Tenten treaded back to her lonely home in the middle of Konoha’s forest with empty hands.

‘I give up! I’ll never find this thing.’ she thinks as she walks along the cobblestone path. She walks pass the familiar beaten up garbage can with a delicate smile. Warm memories filled her mind and kept her company on her journey home.

Walking up to her small front porch, she noticed a small package on her top step. Gazing at it questioningly she sat down on her steps and placed the delivery in her lap. Fiddling with the little note attached to a string holding the cloth package closed, she noticed the small yin-yang symbol. The Hyuuga clan crest. With a skip in her heart she turned over the note card.

“Courtesy of The Hyuuga Clan Herbarium”

She opened the folded cloth and stared at the rare herd, a warm blush flushing her cheeks.

#a witch and her...cat?#nejiten #neji hyuuga #tenten #nejiten au #witch #love #romance #naruto #fanfiction #please be gentle

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lhpxawol-amalgam · 5 years

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PARAWEEK!

This is June, here to tell you that Orion and I are hosting a full paraweek with our AWOL and LHP paras!

(It’s gonna be a week ‘cause we have a lot of paras oof)

From Monday the 18th to Monday the 25th, we’ll be posting as and answering questions for the following idols and artists:

AWOL (June):

WonderMod:

Hanbyeol

Gyuri

Hyerin

Won

Soomi

Areum

Jinju

Shenanigan:

Sangwoo

Jaegeun

AK6:

K.O.

Miro

Woori

Lite

Noeul

Luxe

Forget-Me-Not:

Kim Gyeong

Hanbin

Joohwan

Siwoo

Pineapple:

Shinyoung

Minchul

a.LOVE:

Gayoung

Tokki

Sungmi

GSG:

Hyunseung

AB Young

Yang

Yooseok

Jaejin

Horang

Sebin

Kyungho

DGRM:

Moya

Jung-ah

Duanphen

JD Fang

Xiulan

DaO

Aika

Doyeon

Yifei

Hoa

Yuyan

SET! (the soloists):

Jihoon

May

LHP (Orion):

QUATTUOR:

Si-yeon

Ji-yoo

Kwang-seon

Joon-ki

LA FEMME:

Hye-in

Daehyun

Mirae

Marisol

eR0S:

Cocoa

Areum

Jisu

Sumi

Nari

Misun

Keiko

KULT/KITE:

Renri

Yurei

Eunju

Leilin

Reiko

DAYDREAM:

Cloud

Sora

Yoonseok

Sky

Sunny

Daisy

Clara

Nam-seon

Cobalt

Ji-woon

Narcissus

Chihu

XULL:

Cyra

Cyber

Cinder

Crimson

Cece

EUPHORIA:

Yeon-soo

Chess

Baek

San

Ha-eun

Rabbit

(What did I tell ya man we’ve got like almost 100 between us and this isn’t even all of Orion’s K-Pop paras)

There’s obviously not space in this post to go into detail with all the paras and groups, but send an ask if you’re curious about one and we’ll have plenty to share ^^

#paraday #paraweek #kpop #paracosm #madd #daydream #neuronarrator #awol entertainment #lhp media

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vindictivewraith · 5 years

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It had been a while since the one known as Hailey had been seen. None of her friends had heard from her. The locals had noticed the rebellious youth’s disappearance. The only ones that did know her whereabouts were the upper caste of the gang she delivered parcels for. Otherwise she was AWOL from life.

Life had been so cruel to her and so she had sought to dive into a depressive episode where she rarely surfaced from the one room of the warehouse she was so kindly given to live in; no windows, a crummy bed, a stained couch, a broken sink, shower and toilet, it wasn’t paradise exactly but it was all she could ever get without a good income and no family to lean upon. When her mother had passed - been murdered - she had lost everything, forced to sell their small apartment and give up the money to her uncle that had taken her - a kid of sixteen - to court so he could put a claim in on the apartment’s wealth that he had bought for his sister. But things had turned sour between the siblings many years ago and now he had all the cash, leaving Hailey without a penny.

Oh how things were tough but she never relented, constantly fighting the intrusive thoughts of suicide, substance abuse and self harm to instead fixate upon the revenge she would enact upon her dearest father. No. If he hadn’t killed her mother then she would have a better life and still have at least a parent to lean on. She knew her father would never care for her and it hurt her deeply. But that pain was always replaced by rage and hatred towards him, a much nicer feeling than being sad.

She wanted him to suffer and die.

But it was so hard to just climb out of bed and do the errands she was tasked with on most days of the week. She had even stopped showering and eating as much and now only did when she had to leave the little room. Otherwise she just sat and read books all day, immersing herself into worlds of fantasy, that or she daydreamed or slept the hours away, surviving on water and whatever the local corner shop had in stock.

Yet one day, when thinking about her father, enthralled so deep into a daydream, she got this feeling of hatred that was so powerful she was spurred into leaving her room where she went into the city and got so drunk she couldn’t think straight, vandalising the local pharmacy with spray paint and a baseball bat to the windows before running off into the night.

And so she decided to come out of her slump, begging her employers for more work to send her far from the city and out into the wild where she could be free from lingering in depression.

The world would know her hatred for that damnable man, the one known as Jax.

#[I will say this once] In character

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dbontheat · 7 years

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I quit my job to backpack the AT. Ask me anything!

March 1, 2017 After months of planning and years of daydreaming, I’m heading out in a couple weeks to try something new. My next move is a bucket-list item: an attempt at a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. As I’ve been making my rounds telling people about my plans in the last few months, I’ve received plenty of questions. Here’s a few that come up often: Q. What’s a thru-hike? A. Oh yeah, whoops. Like everything, backpacking, and in particular, backpacking the Appalachian Trail, has its own jargon. A thru-hike typically means backpacking from end to end, in one direction, in one year. Everyone has their own idea of what makes an authentic thru-hike. Traditionalists will say you must walk every inch of the intended trail. More liberal interpretations allow for things like aqua-blazing (canoeing or kayaking parallel to the trail) and slackpacking (backpacking with only the gear you need for the hike). I’ll probably fall somewhere in the middle. Q. Where are you starting? A. Georgia! Roughly 90 percent of thru-hikers start in Springer Mountain, Georgia and hike north to Maine. Backpacking southbound means starting later in the year, and I’m ready to get out there! Q. So how long will that take, like a couple months? A. Longer! The typical thru-hike lasts anywhere from four to six months. Until hiker Scott Jurek broke the record by three hours in 2015, the fastest thru-hike was 46 days and five hours, by a fellow North Carolinian, Jennifer Pharr Davis. But these people are beasts and they practically ran. I just want to finish before October 15, when Baxter State Park (the site of the northern terminus, Mount Katahdin) closes for the winter. Q. Going alone or with people? A. Alone. Q. All alone??? A. Yes. But don’t worry! I’m on my own schedule, but I won’t be alone. Last year, more than 3,000 people registered to thru-hike the AT. Hikers tend to fall into groups for periods of time, based on hiking pace, mutual interests, etc., and even if they don’t hike the trail together, they coordinate rendezvous points, shared campsites and shelters, towns to visit, and other activities. Q. Are you going to have people join you along the way? Can I join? A. While it sounds amazing to have people join for parts of my trip, it’s logistically really tough. A typical hiking trip starts and ends at the same point and consists of either a looped trail or backtracking. I’m not doing that – I’ll be going northbound the entire way. It’s also tough to say where I’ll be at any given point. I have an itinerary, but it’s bound to change. So unless someone is able to find transportation at both ends of a section and is very flexible with their calendar, it’s hard to pull off. I’m totally open to your ideas and would love to have you join me. Q. How are you affording to do this? A. I wasn’t lucky enough to have a leave of absence approved by work, so I had to leave my job. I recognize that I’m extremely privileged to be able to do something like this. As for the finances, let’s just say I skipped enough happy hours to afford the time off. Q. How many miles will you average in a day? A. Hard to say, but probably something between 10 and 20. I’m sure I’ll start out slower than I’ll be mid-way, and will slow down/speed up as elevation and trail condition change. Q. What will you do for food and water? A. I’ll carry enough food for a few days at a time and hike into towns along the way to restock or pick up packages of food and supplies I’ve already mailed myself. I’ll carry enough water to make it to the next water source, where I’ll filter water. Q. Are you bringing a doggo? A. Maybe next time! Q. Are you going to be blogging? A. Yes! This is it. I finally got around to it. Q. Are you going to write a book? A. Would you read it? Q. Will you have a trail name? A. Probably! A trail name is usually given to a hiker by other hikers along the way, so stay tuned! Q. I know literally nothing about this. Is this like Wild? A. Kinda! Cheryl Strayed (aka Reese Witherspoon) thru-hiked the PCT, basically the AT of the West Coast. I hope I’m at least a little more prepared than she was when she started. If you want to know more about the AT, I totally recommend reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods (It was also made into a movie.). Better yet, listen to the audiobook – Bryson is hilarious. Jennifer Pharr Davis’s Becoming Odyssa is great, too. And if you’re seriously considering doing this yourself, read David Miller’s AWOL on the Appalachian Trail. Or just check out the Appalachian Trail Conservancy. Q. What can I do to help? Can I mail you things? A. I would love to get stuff from you along the way! I can only carry so much at a time, so anything that’s light but big on calories and/or protein is great. If you want to mail something, let me know and I’ll send you my mom’s address – she has graciously agreed to help ship resupply packages along the way. Also, if you know someone who lives along the trail and likes taking hikers in, hit me up! Other than that, you can really help me by sending encouraging texts, voicemails, and emails along the way. I’m sure there will be days when I think everything sucks and I want to quit, so your words will help. Just don’t tell me to come home! You can also send me music (hit me up for my collaborative Spotify playlist), podcast, and book suggestions (here’s my Goodreads request)! Q. What are you looking forward to the most? A. That’s really, really hard to say. I’m looking forward to sleeping outside, meeting people, and accomplishing a goal. If I had to pick, I’d say most of all I’m looking forward to being unplugged. Not sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day, five days a week. Getting out of the habit of reflexively reaching for my phone. A break from the news. Q. What do you think will be the toughest part of the experience? A. Ooh, good preparation question. Probably the mental aspects. Being alone for long stretches of time, dealing with the loneliness, frustrations, and discomfort, and reasoning with myself not to give up. I’ll need your help!

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