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kyusunyu · 5 months

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SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

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antimatterz · 1 year

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interesting turn of events

dan heng x gn!reader

typical "there's only one bed" trope but i've never written one before and wanted to do it once so here we are. no warnings.

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something about the dark, glum streets of boulder city left you with a smothered feeling. it was as if a weight lay upon your shoulders, slowing you down with its heaviness. it was exhausting, and the more time you spent outside, the more tired you became. maybe that was why all the citizens seemed so dull and gloomy. this town was completely void of a spark, nothing that brightened the misery. just being here made the sense of depression sneak up on you, and the continuous stress of the underworld netizens was contagious.

along with your travel companion, you made your way through the town that was shrouded in darkness perpetually, looking for a place to stay and get some much-needed rest.

"you feel it too, huh?" dan heng asked, breaking the silence that had lingered between you for a while.

"feel what?" you asked, not immediately grasping what the male was getting at.

"the absence of hope," he explained, gazing into the dark distance afore you. "there's no joy here, no liveliness, nothing that brings a reason to live to these people. it's... depressing."

"yeah, it is," you agreed, nodding as you listened to his words. "i've spent a few days here and it's already weighing upon me. imagine having to spend your entire life here in the underworld."

"it's never been easy here, but ever since they sealed it off, the life has been sucked out of this place," dan heng mused, solemn eyes still looking ahead of him. "i can't wait to resolve this all and get back to the surface."

"i'm afraid it won't be fixed overnight," you sighed. just like dan heng, you weren't looking forward to staying here much longer.

of course you had march with you, who brought quite some liveliness to the sullen atmosphere, but even the cheerful girl was affected by the gloominess of this place. and then there was dan heng, ever the pessimist – or realist, as he prefered to call it. everyone dealt with the situation here in their own way, and so did you. you made sure to keep a close eye on all your companions, and did what you could to console those who appeared to be heavily affected by the misery that had intricately weaved itself into the underground.

"i'm starting to fear that we have no other option than to spend the night in the goethe grand hotel again," dan heng commented as you passed through yet another alley.

"aww, you're acting as if it was that bad," you lightly mocked him. "okay, the mattress wasn't soft at all and it smelled really suspicious but at least we had a place to sleep."

the male muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like an additional list of complaints he had regarding the goethe grand hotel, but he still led you through the dark streets towards the mentioned hotel.

once inside, you were greeted by gertie, the owner of the old hotel. as cold and run-down as the building might've seemed, the woman greeted you warmly.

"hello ma'am, do you have two single rooms available for us?" dan heng asked politely.

"please, just call me gertie," the woman behind the desk waved dismissively. "i'll check right away, give me a moment." she went through a log on the desk in front of her, flipping through some pages before she found what she was looking for. "hm, i'm sorry. i only have one room available tonight. would that be a problem?"

you and dan heng exchanged a look, and his face was as unreadable as ever. you had no idea what he thought about the situation that unfolded, and you had no idea what to say. a silence followed, in which gertie's face grew from questioning to mildly confused.

it was dan heng who first cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"it's no problem," he answered, and you just nodded along.

"it isn't," you agreed.

but really, wasn't it? on the inside you were freaking out mildly. you barely just met dan heng, and though you got along just fine, you wouldn't say you were on sharing-a-room terms. but it was either that or finding an even lousier place to stay, which held no appeal to you at all.

"excellent, here are your keys to room six," gertie announced, handing the keys to the male next to you. "enjoy your stay, and don't forget to leave a review."

you instantly thought back to the reviews you already left behind, twice. your reviews had been nothing but positive, even though the hotel wasn't all that great. gertie was a kind woman, and you simply couldn't find it in you to leave a review that voiced your true feelings about the facility. but to leave the same review yet another time? hm. maybe you'd just ignore the parchment in the dresser.

you followed your travel companion up the creaky wooden stairs that brought you to the first floor, and the male swiftly opened the door to hotel room six. it was dark and plain and it screamed poverty, much like the rooms you previously stayed in. there was, however, something that caught your eye – and judging from the way dan heng's eyes had widened, he noticed too. there was one bed, a single-person bed, and nothing close to a couch or sofa or anything else to sleep on. you felt your heartbeat pick up as realization hit you.

"uhm," you brought out. "dan heng, there's only one bed."

"so i noticed," the male replied dryly.

"what do we do now?" you asked.

"simple. you take the bed, i'll sleep on the floor," dan heng shrugged. it wasn't even a suggestion; it was a solution already set in stone – for dan heng, at least. you weren't quite having it.

"i don't think sleeping on the floor is a good idea," you hesitantly brought up. "we're supposed to meet with serval tomorrow and who knows what will happen after that? we need all the rest we can get, and sleeping on the moldy floor won't result in proper rest."

"so what do you suggest, y/n?" dan heng questioned, arching a brow.

"i-i was thinking, why don't we just... share the bed?" you reluctantly spoke up, eyes trained on the wooden bed as you refused to look at him. "that way, no one has to sleep on the floor."

"a single-person bed isn't made for two people to sleep in," dan heng stated matter-of-factly. "but i see your point, i don't think sleeping on the floor would do us any good."

and with that, it was pretty much decided. you and dan heng – the mysterious guy you secretly admired from the very moment you opened your eyes and found him about to perform cpr on you – were about to sleep in the same bed. to be fair, you were struggling to keep your cool, but you didn't want to make a fool out of yourself in front of your travel companion. so you turned around, telling dan heng that you were going to change into your sleeping attire and heading into the bathroom. once there, you breathed out. it's no big deal, you kept telling yourself.

really, it wasn't.

as you deemed yourself ready, you exited the bathroom and the male went in after you. hesitantly, you made your way over to the bed and crawled under the covers. now it didn't matter what dan heng would do; you had secured your spot on the bed. maybe he would have a change of heart and decide to sleep on the floor regardless – no, that was unfair to think. it was you who came with this suggestion in the first place.

you lay in a manner that made your back face the bathroom door, nervously awaiting it to creak open. eventually, it did, and dan heng came out. you shut your eyes tightly, and your heart did multiple somersaults when you felt the mattress dip besides you as the male sat down. you heard the covers rustle as he shifted, and you shuffled as close to the edge as you could. it was uncomfortable, but imagine accidentally touching dan heng? no, you would spontaneously combust out of sheer shame and you were positive he wouldn't necessarily appreaciate it, either.

it wasn't comfortable, as you lay stiffly, afraid to move – or do so much as breathe in and out steadily. you were hyperaware of the body that lay next to you. because the bed was so small, he was close to you, regardless of how much you tried to keep your distance. your back was facing him, but you inhaled his scent nevertheless, and boy, he smelled good. fresh and comforting, like the fleeting touch of jasmin flowers. it made you want to crawl closer to him, to breathe in deeply and fall asleep against him, basking in comfort. but aeons, you would never have the guts to do so. dan heng would surely be freaked out.

or would he?

"y/n?" he muttered after a long silence.

a little surprised, you halfheartedly turned around. it had been quiet for a long time, and you were certain he would've been asleep by now. well, apparently he wasn't. you caught his gaze, illuminated by the dying oil lamp on the nightstand.

"good, you're awake," dan heng stated.

"yeah," you said, very much confirming the obvious. "what's it?"

"you know..." the male began, trailing off after barely speaking two words. he seemed to think, his eyes darting away from you momentarily. he didn't look like he would speak up anytime soon, but you didn't urge him on. dan heng was the quiet type, usually not too happy when he was forced to talk. so you let him, waiting patiently.

you followed his gaze, only to find that he was looking at nothing in particular. though the oil lamp casted a warm hue upon the furniture and walls, it was hard to make out details and dan heng was pretty much staring into a void of nothingness. that was really out of character for him; even though he was silent often, his gaze was always focused and aware. now you fully turned around to face him properly, temporarily forgetting about your previous worries.

"were it anyone else, i would've objected," he spoke up after recollecting himself. "as in, i would've slept on the floor."

"what?" you questioned dumbly, not getting it.

"i like you," dan heng bluntly said. "that's why i agreed on spending a night in the same bed as you. i thought about it and realized, were it march who asked me to, i would've refused blatantly. i don't mean any offense but –"

"hold up," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "you what?"

"i said what i said, y/n. i like you," the male repeated, finally looking straight at you. "i simply found you attractive from the start, but as we are spending time together here in belobog, i grew attracted to how you are as a person just as much. i'm sorry if this catches you off-guard, but i've been thinking it over and felt like i had to say it."

you stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. dan heng liked you? now that was something you never dared to hope for. surely, with you it also started with an infatuation, but spending time with dan heng made you realize that you also liked him. and now he was telling you he liked you back?

"you didn't inhale too many geomarrow particles, did you?" you hesitantly joked, not believing what was happening.

"i'm dead serious, y/n." dan heng shook his head. "you know me, i barely joke around, let alone in a situation like this." his hand reached out to find your cheek gently, and he looked at you solemnly. "now, i am slowly losing my facade if you don't say something back."

you instantly cracked a smile, placing your hand on top of his.

"i would've never suggested sharing a bed if it wasn't you," you told him. "i like you too. it started when i opened my eyes and found a hot guy bent over me, about to give me cpr, but as time passed –"

"you think i'm hot?" dan heng asked, and for the very first time, you caught a hint of amusement lingering on the edge of his voice.

"ah, forget i said anything," you uttered, instantly turning around so your back was facing him once more. aeons, that was stupid!

you heard dan heng chuckle, and two arms snaked around your waist from behind. he pulled you closer to him, gently hugging you against his chest.

"don't lay so close to the edge of the mattress, you might fall off."

you only nodded, inhaling his scent as you realize your previous wish had suddenly come true. who would've thought? was this real? were you dreaming? or were you the one high on geomarrow particles? you had no idea, but you decided not to care. smiling softly, you nuzzled closer to the male. you'd see tomorrow; for now you were going to enjoy this.

#dan heng #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #honkai #honkai star rail dan heng #— enyo writes

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wyn-n-tonic · 2 years

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Sacred Oasis

Word Count: 3.6k+ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader (established relationship) Warnings: Drinking and driving (not really though). Unprotected sex. Blink and you miss it knifeplay. Angsty boy Rhett Abbott Author's Note: "Heard you weren't doing anymore x reader fics, O." Yeah, but a bitch is down bad so forgive me, father, because I am SINNING.

If you want more of these two, please check here: Beautiful and Shiny.

Ao3

Music’s too loud.

Between the alcohol and the social interaction, the music became a blaring siren in your mind, beat increasing in frequency until it signaled time to go.

Walking to the bar to settle up, you stop, staring at the unmistakable back of Rhett. Last time you saw him, he was over by the jukebox. You’re half certain he was the one feeding the machine and the music, knowing exactly what gets under your skin and all.

Bar’s surface is small and he’s sitting dead in the middle, head bent over his beer or his phone. Hell, it’s late enough now that he’s probably moved onto tequila. Or whiskey. Or some deadly combination of both that’ll see him pissing on the side of the road because home’s just too far away.

And there’s nowhere to go for you but one of the empty seats on either side of him. Of course, you could come pay it all off tomorrow but it was a couple of shots and half a beer so not handing Gertie the twenty in your wallet just because you don’t want to talk to him? That’s just about as fair as him somehow occupying every blessed space you’ve stepped into tonight.

Pulling up beside him, you signal for Gertie on the other side of the room and wait, looking anywhere after but at the man to your left.

“She won’t take your money, baby.”

“Excuse me?”

He takes a swig of his beer, bottle tilting upward as he raises a finger for you to hold your thought. I’ll be with you in one second, honey.

Loosing a breath when he sets the bottle down, he wipes at his mouth and stares, bright eyes weighed down by exhaustion and inebriation.

“Said she won’t take your money,” he repeats himself, picking his drink back up, “baby.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. Why won’t she take my money?”

“Cause I settled you up when I bought this,” he tells you. “Figured you’d had your fill of Miller Lite and vodka redbull for the night and I’d take care of it so you could just go home—sleep it off so you could do some more thinking in the morning or whatever it is you do with your old soul and your big ass eyes.”

“Rhett…”

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, baby?” He gestures to your outfit and takes another drink. “Showing up here wearing that? You knew where I’d be.”

“Everybody’s here, Rhett,” you tell him. “This is the only fucking place there is, I didn’t come here to tease you—I came here because I thought you had a competition tonight and I didn’t want to sit in my dark ass room hoping this wouldn’t be the time you get gutted by a wild animal on a dirt stage.”

“So you put on the skirt I love the most and a top low enough that any asshole in this bar can and will think about when they’re fucking themselves—or their wives—later instead?”

“You’re a real son of a bitch, Rhett Abbott.”

He huffs a laugh. “You are more that woman’s child than I am at this point. She got two sons and neither of them can keep the daughters she always wanted around. What kind of god did she piss off, huh?”

“You’re drunk, Rhett,” you insist. “She didn’t piss off a god, you pissed off your girlfriend. You did this so don’t blame some deity you don’t even believe in.”

He smiles, lips half rising in that cocky smirk he wears when he thinks he’s being clever. “Who said you weren’t the god I was talking about?”

Shaking your head, you turn on your heel and head towards the door, not bothering to put on the jacket held firmly in your hands because it’s the cold you want. When you push through the doors, you’re hit with a blast of pseudo fall weather just cold enough to be considered winter back where you were born and raised before your parents left civilization to claim their inheritance of a shitty plot of land and a few sick cows in your seventh grade year.

That might as well be how long you’ve been with him, those navy blue eyes that only truly shine in the light following you around like a sad puppy the moment he caught sight of you on the other side of the fence. Rhett Abbott—the boy next door.

Of course, he’s not that anymore. He’s the boy on the other side of the bed in an above barn apartment he built out over two years. And he isn’t a boy anymore, he’s a man who makes shit decisions and thinks it’ll all be okay.

Footsteps catch up to you in the hard dirt, dust kicking up around you in warning before he falls in line to your side.

“Seriously, Rhett, what are you doing here?”

“Getting my girl back,” he responds. “I got used to sleeping next to you, come home.”

Stopping short to turn towards him, you scoff. “That’s it? You got used to me?”

“Baby, I’m really not good at all this romantic shit.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

He scrubs a hand down his face, skin pulling taught around his jaw before he scratches back against the scruff. He looks like shit.

“Perry said he saw you walking in here with your friends, I wanted to show you that you’re more important to me than riding.”

“Okay,” you laugh, “we both know that’s bullshit, baby, but okay.”

“No, it’s true.”

“That is not what you said when I begged you to quit three weeks ago as I drove your ass two hours to the nearest hospital for your broken ribs and your fucked up hand, Rhett!” You’re yelling, half in his face with eyes on you from across the poorly lit parking lot. “That’s not what you said any of the other times that I told you this was stupid and that watching you get hurt for fun wasn’t my idea of a good time.”

“But you never left!” He yells back. “You never left me over it, it was all talk until you showed up the next time and the next. It was all empty fucking threats at that point, baby, you can’t wave steak in front of a hungry dog and expect it not to bite. You were always there with your soft hands and a much needed massage”—he steps forward until your back is pressed against the wall of the building furthest from the light—“maybe you shouldn’t have sucked my dick all those times,” he whispers down at you, “or told me I’d be better soon. If you wanted me to quit so bad before this, you would’ve fucking left before this but that’s not what this is about. This is about those girls who showed up asking to take pictures and fucking with my hat before I rode, who ran to my side before you could get down from the bleachers but you’re too cool to admit that. Right?”

He stares down at you, braced hand bracing his weight against the wall as he turns to shield you from the few onlooking eyes.

“Did you drive here, baby?” He asks, wiping a tear away from your cheek.

Bunching the fabric of his shirt up at both his sides, you shake your head as you pull him closer. “I came here with Casey.”

He nods. “Well, Casey’s a really shitty friend because she left you to fend for yourself about half an hour ago so she could ride Billy Tillerson.”

You laugh. “She pegs him, actually.”

“I bet she fucking does, and good for them, but”—he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger—“I want you to come home.”

“Rhett—“

“Don’t give me that shit, you know there’s only one girl I want in my bed and it’s not any of those likely underage, bad dye job having dipshits. It’s only you, only ever been you.”

You wrap your hand around his wrist and turn your face into the palm that cups your cheek to press your lips against the rough skin. His answer is to press himself closer to you, a kiss to your forehead and then down to your nose, finally ending at your lips while his body relaxing on an exhale against yours.

“Is that a yes, baby?” He asks, planting his forehead to yours to keep his eyes level.

You nod your head. It is a yes. It’s a yes that you were jealous of those girls, putting themselves close to him, fawning over him like they could fix his broken ribs or his bad decisions or the bloody knuckles he gets from fights protecting his brother. It’s a yes that you want to come home, wrap up in his arms and not some threadbare quilt your mom’s had since before you were born.

He all but drags you to the truck, hand holding tightly to yours as if he’s afraid to lose you across the expanse of the parking lot.

“Rhett, baby,” you turn as he helps you into the passenger side, “you’ve been drinking.”

He laughs. “I had one beer, I’m fine.”

“You look like you’ve drunk ten.”

“That would be exhaustion, honey, because I haven’t slept since the night you told me you were gonna go stay with your mama and daddy.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be driving”—you reach your hand out—“give me the keys, Rhett.”

He shakes his head, “your four drinks is equivalent to my ten, we’ll be fine.”

The door slams and he jogs across the back of the truck, sliding quickly in next to me as he turns the key in the ignition and slings an arm around the back of my seat to back out of the space.

Truck’s quiet as you head down the main road towards home, windows half open with no music to fill all the space available inside and out. You feel the storm before you hear it, raindrops falling inward, sucked in by the steady speed. Then the thunder claps and it all comes down at once, sheets and sheets of icy rain soaking you through the bone in an instant before you can get the windows up.

Rhett slows to a stop and pulls off to the side of the road, cutting the engine and the lights before turning to you. “I can’t drive.”

“I'll do it.”

“The fuck you will, you’re not wearing your glasses and I already know you’re gonna be hungover in the morning, if I can’t see in this shit, you can’t see in this shit. The answer’s not just no, the answer is fuck no, sweetheart.”

You pull your legs up into the leather bench and you lean your head down, blinking up at him as your eyes adjust to the lack of light.

“You're soaked,” he says. “You look cold as hell.”

“Both very good reasons to take me home,” you tell him. “What if the storm doesn’t let up at all?”

“Then we stay out here tonight and I get chewed out by Royal in the morning when we finally do show up. The real question is, what will we do to warm you up?”

He’s got half a cocksure smile on his face, smirking like he’s made the biggest play of his life, and you can help the way it makes your stomach flip.

“Not sure, Mr. Abbott,” you tell him. “I can't think of a damn thing.”

Reaching out, he threads his fingers through your hair, grip tightening slightly as he drags you forward toward his lips. You can feel his body slide towards you, one leg crossing over the bump in the floor that separates passenger from pedals.

“Don't be shy, darling,” he whispers into your lips. “Get up on my lap.”

He’s hard already, straining against the thick denim against your core when you oblige him. Hands find purchase on your hips beneath your skirt and he groans, pressing himself up against you as he pulls you down.

“Is that what you really missed these last couple of weeks?” You ask him, fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt to expose his chest.

He squeezes your hips and rests his head back. “I’ll have you know that I missed it all, sweetheart,” he says, smile widening as another clap of thunder makes you jump. “Ass. Tits. Mouth. Tongue. Your eyes. Your pussy. Your soft, sweet little hands and the weight of you against my body. The knowledge that you’d be there when I left and you’d be there when I came back.” He licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “I don’t like who I am when you’re not there and I sure as hell don’t feel right laying in that big old bed without you.”

He looks up at you with his midnight, ocean blue eyes clouded over black in the darkness, soft and searching your face for any hint of how his words land. His hands meet you at his belt buckle, helping you undo the metal clasp and then the button. He pushes your hands out of the way for the zipper, giving out a deep sigh of relief as he pulls it down to give himself some room.

Lifting yourself when he prompts you, his hips following yours upwards as he slides the layers that keep him from you down, loosing his cock to lay up against his stomach.

Rhett’s tongue darts out again, wetting his lips as he hooks a finger into the bridge of your panties, rough knuckle grazing against your clit before running back and forth through the slick gathering in the seam of your sex.

“Fuck,” he says. Removes his finger, he leans forward and opens the glovebox behind you, searching around for something as he holds you close to him.

“If you’re looking for a condom, there’s no need,” you tease him. “I promise I didn’t fuck any other guys while we were apart.”

His chest puffs out against yours momentarily, a half hearted laugh until he’s leaning back again. “Not a condom, baby,” he says. “I need a knife.”

Before you can ask what for, the sharp sound of the blade loosing from the handle sounds and he hooks a finger into your panties again, this time pulling them away from your body as far as they’ll go.

“Rhett, what are you doi—“

The sound of fabric ripping easily permeates the space followed by another clap of thunder, this one accompanied by a lightning strike in the field off to your left. Something clatters back into the glovebox and he laughs. “Fucked up hand,” he says, raising the arm with a brace on it, “can’t tear your panties right now.”

“So you decided to put a knife near my vagina?”

“You liked it,” he laughs, lifting himself once more to press his lips to yours. “You liked it so much that I bet I can—oh”—he presses himself into your entrance and guides you to a fully seated position—“I can. Slid right in,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip.

“I think my pussy missed you just as much,” you tell him, pulling his head back by the grip you have on his hair. “Do you know how awkward it is trying to masturbate when your parents’ house is also their job?”

“Baby,” his lips drag against yours. “We had to listen to Perry and Rebecca try for a baby for years all while my hand was clamped firmly across this pretty little mouth of yours. Even with our own space now,” he shakes his head, lips pursing in thought, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you give more than a little whine.”

“Do you want me to scream more?” You ask him. “Yell? Chant your name like a god like all those people do for you when you manage to stay on the bull?”

He bucks up into you on that last question, soft groan and a heavy breath falling from him. He reaches up and grabs at the neckline of your shirt, fingers threading through the straps on either side to pull them down and off your shoulders, exposing you to him. His lips. His tongue. His teeth.

The storm rages outside, the sound of rain soundtracking the hot, heavy breathing exchanged through open mouths as he guides you, pulls you, fucks you to a thoughtless daze.

It’s animalistic, close and intimate, as he whispers praises into your ears and lips about you and the sweet warmth of your cunt until he’s nothing but a babbling mess, your name and endearments flowing out of him as easily as the movements he’s making against you.

He presses his thumb to your clit and rubs tight little circles into the bundle of nerves, one arm wrapped around your hips to keep you from shying away from him and the borderline over sensitization he’s driving you towards.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he encourages. “You take me so fucking well, you always have.”

Tightening up around him, you collapse against his chest as another wave of thunder rolls across the sky, crying out for him as he grinds your hips together at a faster and faster pace until he stills, neck straining as he throws his head back to shout expletives at the heavens.

Taking a deep breath, his hands relax on your hips, fingers flexing across the soft skin there before he wraps his arms around you again.

“Rain stopped,” he whispers into your ear. “I guess we can home now.”

You tuck your face into his neck and take a deep breath, rain and salty sweat and aftershave on his neck. “Can we stay like this for a minute?” You ask him. “Just a minute, Rhett.”

Rhett rubs your back as the clouds move across the sky, stars and moon becoming visible again with every minute that passes or soft kiss he plants.

“I am jealous of those other girls,” you tell him finally, sitting up to look into his eyes. “I’m not as pretty or done up as them, I don’t cheer you on like they do their men.”

“Baby,” he shakes his head, “they don’t have men out there. They want to have men out there. I don’t want you cheering for me like that anyway, I like that you call me fucking stupid every time you drive home. I like the desperate kisses you give me when I fall and you can’t get to me fast enough.” He clenches his jaw, grip tight on you again as he sits up. “And don’t you ever say that you’re not pretty or done up again, at least not in front of me. Don’t do that shit to me and don’t leave me again because of it, just talk to me.”

“I don’t know,” you say. "If you fuck me like that when I do, I might have to start taking more trips and picking more fights.”

He laughs and removes his shirt, throwing it over your side of the bench before gently helping you maneuver to sit on it. When you’re settled, he throws his head back again and rubs his eyes with a deep breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods, looking you over as he turns the key in the ignition to let the truck warm back up. Rhett tucks himself back into his pants, doing up the zipper but leaving the button and the buckle hanging open, before sliding back into the driver side. “Yeah, baby.”

“You look sad,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I just”—he takes a deep breath and slides the gear shift down, guiding the truck back onto the road—“you said something earlier about how I just got used to you but I really need to make it abundantly clear to you.”

He rubs at his eye before adjusting in the his seat, throwing one arm behind you again as he cuts you a quick glance, eyes darting from your face to how you’re sitting and back at the road.

“Silence is very cle—“

“I didn’t just get used to you in my bed, baby. I built you that bed, I built you that apartment. I have fuck all else to offer you except what I can do with my hands. What I build for you and how I touch you”—that muscle in his jaw ticks again—“th-that is the only way I know how to worship you. I didn’t get used to you, baby. I never will. But if I’m not doing right by you, you have got to tell me because I don’t have a lot of examples of good love.”

He pulls into the entrance to the ranch and down the long dirt driveway to the barn. He doesn’t say anything else as he cuts the engine for good this time, just quietly gets out and comes around to your side of the truck. It’s late but you can see Cece and Royal peaking out the windows—one with a big smile and the other with a stoic look you’ve learned to discern as happiness. Rhett leans across you and presses the button for the buckle.

“Hey, Rhett?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, light reflecting off the glassy shine of his eyes. “Yeah?”

Kissing him before jumping down into the mud, you press your body close to his bare chest and look up into his sad eyes. “You’re doing right by me.”

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 6 months

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Comfort After a Nightmare

Summary - Part 45 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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Back at Garth’s place you and Dean unpack the groceries and then you go upstairs to check on the girls. You watch them playing with dolls from the doorway for a while before they notice you. When Destiny looks at you, you wander in and take a seat on the end of Gertie’s bed.

“Hey girls, having fun?” you ask.

They both nod and then Destiny asks, “You get everything you need?”

“Yep. Dean and I will have plenty of human food to eat. Just let me know if you girls want lunch. I’ll let you play.” As you stand up you hear a little stomach growl. “Sounds like someone is hungry?” you ask as you look between them.

They both nod again. Your heart aches a little at how good they look as sisters and you question whether or not you will get to bring her home, even with Dean finally on board. “Yeah, I am hungry,” Destiny says quietly.

“Me too!” Gertie adds.

“Alright then. Let’s see if we can find you both something to eat. Come on.”

The girls quickly pack up the dolls and then follow you downstairs to the kitchen where you find Bess already plating up some lunch.

“Have you girls washed up? We might be wolves but we still value hygiene,” she adds looking at you. You smile as the girls run off to wash their hands in the bathroom. You stay and help Bess set the table and get lunch ready. You make sandwiches for yourself and Dean.

Once the table is set you ask the girls to get the men from the lounge for lunch and then you all sit down for another lovely meal.

Towards the end of the meal, you start to feel like an intruder in Garth and Bess’s little wolf pack. Destiny fits in so well, opening up slowly about some of her memories which they can understand and relate to. Dean notices you zoning out and squeezes your knee under the table. You give him a small, forced smile and start to stack your dishes.

He leans over and whispers in your ear, “Whatever is best for her, remember. Be strong, Sweetheart.”

You nod and pull away to take your dishes to the kitchen, trying your best not to interrupt the conversations. As you start to do the dishes, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Don’t hide in here. Just ‘cause she’s opening up, doesn’t mean her mind is made up. You need to prepare yourself for it. But don’t get too stressed or upset about it yet. Just give her a chance to adjust.”

“Thanks, Dean. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. Need a hand?”

You nod your head in the direction of the tea towels and he helps you dry up.

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Later that night, you’re snuggled up with Dean in the guest room bed. The house is quiet and peaceful. Everything feels uncharacteristically good for once as you lay on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. You eventually start to drift off, when you hear a soft knock at the door. You feel Dean’s muscles instantly stiffen beneath you. You pat his chest and get up.

On the other side of the door, you find a startled Destiny. You kneel down to her height and pull her into a hug. “What’s wrong Sweetie?”

“I-I had a nightmare.”

You see the tears and hug her tighter. “Come here. You can stay with us tonight. And we’re here if you wanna talk about it.”

She shakes her head and grips onto your arms. You lead her to the bed where Dean is now sitting up watching the scene in front of him. He reaches down beside the bed and slips his T-shirt back on feeling very self-conscious and aware of the child crawling into his bed.

Destiny seems to understand his apprehension and stops and stares at him. “Sorry,” she whispers, “I can try to go back to-”

He puts his hand on her knee making her stop. “It’s alright. We both have nightmares sometimes too.”

You mouth the words “thank you” to him as he looks up at you, he nods and holds the blanket up to let Destiny crawl under it and get comfortable. Once she’s settled you climb in beside her. Dean lays his left arm out across the pillows above her head to reach your cheek. Laying on your side to face him you mouth “I love you” and he smiles.

“Good night, sweet girls,” Dean says softly as he adjusts on his back and closes his eyes.

Destiny snuggles into your side so you drape your arm over her shoulders so she knows you’re there and she’s not alone. This warms your heart as you drift off to sleep, imagining the three of you as a happy family in a little house with a nice backyard.

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You’re sitting on a swing chair on the patio with an open book in your lap, a jug, three glasses of homemade lemonade and a plate of fresh cookies on the table beside you. You look up and watch your husband as he pushes a lawnmower methodically across the lawn in straight lines as a little girl and a fluffy dog run around the yard dodging him. You rest a hand on your sizeable stomach as you smile at the scene in front of you.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Dean glances over at you and blows a kiss. You blush. Then Destiny and the energetic dog come bounding up the stairs, stopping just short of the table. She sculls a glass of lemonade as the dog laps at a water dish on the ground.

“May I have a cookie?” Destiny asks once she finishes drinking.

“Of course. Yours are on the right, give one to Woolfie too,” you tell her.

“Alright. Thank you. Is the baby kicking?” she asks as she takes a cookie.

“Not at the moment. I’ll let you feel next time it does.”

“Okay!” She offers the dog a cookie and then puts her own in her mouth before running back into the yard.

“Be careful running with food in your mouth!” you call out to her.

Once Dean mows the final strip he shuts off the machine and wipes his hands on his jeans. He climbs up the stairs to sit beside you. He rests his hand with yours on your belly and kisses your cheek. You reach over for a glass of lemonade and hand it to him.

He takes a sip and then grumbles, “It’s not the same as a cold beer…”

“If you want beer they’re in the fridge. But don’t go expecting your pregnant wife to get it for you,” you tease.

“Course not, Sweetheart.” He finishes his glass and goes to put it on the floor but you take it and put it on the bench then you hand him a cookie.

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A squirming beside you startles you awake. You look over at the restlessly sleeping girl beside you and gently rub your hand down her arm. As you watch her start to settle you try to reminisce about the perfect life your subconscious created. It felt so real, but also so hard to believe. You look over at Dean, still surprisingly fast asleep. You smile. Maybe you don’t need that exact perfect dream life. Maybe your perfect is right here; you’re married to the love of your life, looking to adopt a little girl and try to reduce or stop hunting.

Destiny starts to stir again, but this time more peacefully. Her eyes blink open a few times before her gaze settles on you.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” you say quietly.

She frowns. “I’m sorry I disturbed you last night. I…I…”

“It’s okay. We all get nightmares sometimes. Especially when you’ve been through as much as you have and we have. I know this all must be so hard for you, but you’re not alone okay. This is all very new to us but we want to be there for you and help you in any way you need.”

She nods. “Can I-Can I stay with you?”

“You don’t want to stay here with Garth and Bess and Gertie?”

“They’re nice. I can…But I…”

“How about you give it another day before you make a decision?” You sit up and she crawls into your lap. You wrap your arms around her. “I-We just want what’s best for you. If that’s with us, great. If it’s here with a pack, that’s perfectly fine too.”

She snuggles into your embrace, curling up like a ball, making herself smaller. You feel a warm hand on your thigh so you smile over at Dean, acknowledging him.

“Morning,” he drawls, his voice raspy and full of sleep. He sits up and stretches his arms out then looks over at you noticing the pup curled up in your lap. He fights the urge to pat her on the head, opting to keep his hands to himself. He leans over and kisses the top of your head. “I’m gonna shower and then go see about breakfast,” he says as he pulls away.

You nod as you watch him get up and gather his things. As he gets to the door he glances back at you and Destiny. A small smirk teases the corner of his lips.

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aninag · 1 year

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Lonesome

Series: FGO

Merlin x gender neutral reader

Warnings: blood, angst, memory loss, references to death, reader isn't a master, Merlin is sus but when isn't he sus, wounds

Word count: 4.9k

Strange things have been happening, but you're the only one who seems to take notice. Even your dearest Merlin seems to be oblivious.

ii.

"Darling, are you alright? What are you doing sitting here in the dark?"

You blinked. The setting sun cast long shadows on the table. There was still light out, but darkness had started to creep in the corners of the room. You rubbed your temples, trying to dispel whatever it was that had distracted you earlier.

A pair of warm arms engulfed you, followed by the sweet scent of flowers. You closed your eyes and leaned against his warmth. It felt as if you'd been running nonstop at a breakneck pace. The tension in your body eased as you snuggled closer.

"Sorry," you mumbled against his chest. "I was waiting for you and I guess I just got lost in thought... I can't even remember what I was thinking about."

Merlin ran his fingers through your hair before he pulled back. Even in the dim light, his purple eyes still shone bright. A fond expression filled his face, which made you smile back.

"Ah! Did you miss me? Was that making you worry?" He waggled his eyebrows before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Silly darling. I'll always be here with you. You have nothing to fear."

He suddenly stood, carrying you out of your chair in one fell swoop. You grabbed at his shoulder to steady yourself as he lifted you out of the room.

"Now then, shall we get started on supper? I've worked up quite an appetite!"

He stepped out of the threshold, laughing at your halfhearted protests. A half-finished cup of tea sat abandoned on the table. As the light from the fading sun dimmed to red, one could hardly see the blood streaks on the teacup.

iii.

You always rose just before dawn. The farmstead was small, but you preferred to get most of the work done before high noon so you needed the early start. Most days, you'd wake before Merlin did. You'd prepare breakfast in the kitchen before the smell of coffee and food dragged him away from his slumber. He'd stagger in, yawning and grumbling all the way to the table.

On rare days however, just like this morning, you'd find yourself tangled up in his arms and pinned down by the weight of his body. His warmth, the slow rhythm of his breathing, and the softness of the bed; all of it tempted you to go back to sleep. On days like these, getting out of bed seemed an impossible task. It would have been so easy to just cave in and surrender, to just sleep in.

"Darling," you muttered against his ear, "I need to get up."

You heard him grumble before he tightened his grip around you. "You don't need to get up, you just want to."

You huffed. "Fine. I want to get up so I can get started on our breakfast. Could you let me go?"

"Don't you want to relax for once? Just sleep in with me for a bit?"

You smiled at his petulance. "Tempting. Very very tempting offer, my darling. But if I do that, Bessie, Gertie, Clover, and Dixie will go hungry in the barn. If they get grumpy they might not give us any milk or eggs."

He clicked his tongue. "The animals can survive a few hours. They'll understand if you need to get some rest. Just stay with me for a while?"

His eyes remained resolutely closed, but his brow was starting to furrow. You pressed kisses against his face until his face relaxed again.

"Thirty minutes. After that, we're both getting out of bed."

iv.

Hunting for the eggs was your favorite chore. Your two hens always made it a challenge. They kept picking small nooks and crannies to lay eggs in, and they rarely picked the same spot twice. Today however, both hens seemed to have it out for you. You'd been wandering the farmstead for an hour now and you didn't have a single egg to show for it.

The cows watched indifferently as you walked across the field. You'd checked the barn and the coop twice over. You'd even looked near the farmhouse but had only come up empty. The only place left to look was the tool shed. Hopefully the hens had just enough mercy for you that they wouldn't lay their eggs on the shed's roof.

You peered among the metal tools, looking for a splash of white or brown to clue you in. It was still early in the day, but the shed didn't have any windows to bring in the light. It was cold, dark, and musty. All you had to rely on was the stream of light from the doorway, so you clumsily felt around.

"Aha!"

You spotted a small brown egg tucked away behind a sickle. As carefully as you could, you reached out to grab it. Thankfully you didn't nick yourself with the sickle, and you carefully placed the egg inside. Before you could start looking for another egg however, a strange object caught your attention.

Your chest felt tight. Cold sweat formed on your brow. Dread pooled in your stomach. The object unnerved you yet you couldn't gaze away. It entranced you, pulling you closer and closer. With a trembling hand, you reached out to grab it. Your fingers grazed the cold metal surface, turning your dread into terror.

White robes filled your vision. Warm hands rubbed your back and stroked your hair. In your terror, you hugged him tight. Merlin brought you out into the sunlight, but the chill had settled in your skin. Your teeth chattered as he looked you over.

Worry was a strange expression on his face. It was never he that worried, it was always you. Right? He was always the one that brought sunshine and flowers to your gloomy days. He'd always be the one to console you, to tell you that everything was fine, that it was alright to just slip back to sleep-

"You're hurt!" you gasped.

Bright crimson streaks covered his white robes. His pristine face and white locks were flecked with red. Panicked, you rifled through the rest of his body, trying to figure out where he was bleeding from. His clothes didn't look torn. There were no obvious wounds on his hands or neck. But there was just so much blood! How could anyone be alright with that much blood coming out of them?

"Shh. Shh. I'm alright. I'm not hurt," he said. Gently, he guided your arm in front of you. "You must have gotten hurt inside the tool shed, darling."

Your arm was drenched in blood. A large gaping wound wrapped around your forearm, slowly dripping blood on both of you. The scent of copper hit you like a wave, overpowering the usual scent of flowers your darling always carried. Strangely enough, there was little to no pain. All you felt was an unnerving chill.

"I must have gotten nicked by the sickle..." you muttered. "I was looking for some eggs then-"

You pursed your lips. A confusing tangle of thoughts prevented you from recalling what happened. All you could remember was a dark shape, coupled with dread and terror. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. All you could do was watch as it moved closer and closer, until the cold metal pressed firmly against your chest and-

"Shh. If it's too much, don't think about it anymore darling." Merlin hugged you tight. The combined scent of blood and flowers was almost nauseating. You bit your lip to keep yourself from gagging. "Let's get you all patched up and change into some clean clothes."

You nodded and let yourself be carried back to the house. He was right. What would dwelling upon it achieve at this point? You got hurt, so the next step was fixing yourself up. What did it matter if you couldn't recall exactly how you got hurt?

As he carried you across the field, your blood dripped down on the grass. As the blood fell, the once vibrant green shoots faded and shriveled up. Patches of grass started to die and crumble, revealing the dry cracked earth.

"Penny for your thoughts, darling?"

You snapped out of your daze, but a high-pitched ringing remained in your ears. It was so persistent that you could have mistaken them for sirens in the distance. But that wouldn't have made sense. There were no busy cities or towns nearby. There was no reason for sirens to ring here in your peaceful, quiet farm.

Frustrated, you sat up and started rubbing at your ears. The sudden movement knocked off the throw wrapped around you. The air around you was warm enough given that you were curled up in front of the hearth. The cheery fire gave more than enough light to light up Merlin's features. Mischief and adoration danced in his eyes, and his mouth was upturned in a familiar smirk. He reached out to cradle your cheek.

"I hope you're not thinking of some other person while you're cuddling up to me, darling. My fragile ego can't take that hit," he teased, squeezing your cheek fondly.

You leaned into his hand and pressed a soft kiss in apology. "Sorry darling. I've just been drifting... I can't remember what I was even thinking so hard about... What were we talking about earlier?"

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he shook his head. "Nothing important. Don't worry about it darling. All that matters right now is that we're both safe here."

You grinned back. "Where else would I go?"

His smile remained, but the light in his eyes seemed to dim. His eyebrows knit together. The sounds of the fire seemed to soften and the air turned cold. Fear seized you. Your chest began to pound and your body tensed up. Your mouth ran dry and your tongue felt too heavy to move. Everything felt wrong.

You looked imploringly at him for answers, but he remained silent. His smile was colored with so much sadness that you felt like crying. You wanted to reach out, to hold him and comfort him. But you remained still, rooted to your spot by your dread fear.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before everything faded to black.

"Where else would you go?" he muttered.

vi.

You shivered in the crisp spring air as you watched Merlin work in the field. The sun was high in the sky, but the rays were still too weak to combat the cold. You wrapped your jacket tighter against you and cradled your mug.

In the field, he tended to the crops with his staff. He'd forgone his white robes, choosing instead to work in his black shirt and pants. He spun his wooden staff, sending small clouds of rain to water the rows of wheat. He waved at you when he caught you staring. You waved back.

While he rose later than you did, he would almost always finish his chores quicker than you. He made tending to the crops look so easy. With a flick of his staff, meters of farmland would get fertilized and watered. What would have taken you several hours to complete would take him mere minutes.

The only reason you finished ahead today was because your chores revolved around the cows. The chickens were gone. Merlin opined that they must have escaped through a hole in the fence. It must have been a small hole since the cows hadn't run off, but it would be best to repair it soon. Chickens were easy enough to replace but cows were expensive. Perhaps you could ask him to help you repair the fence after he finished tending to the crops. You could grab some tools from the shed first and-

You dropped your mug. Cold, deep, nauseating fear sank deep in your bones. You looked at your arms, running your fingers on the smooth unblemished skin. There was no cut, no scars, no redness, no hurt. It was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!

You had a cut here yesterday! You were sure of it! It couldn't have possibly healed that quickly. And even if it had, such a large wound would have left a scar on you. It would have left a mark to remind you that something happened.

You grasped at your sleeves, rolling them up to expose more skin. Perhaps you had been mistaken on where the cut had been? Maybe it was further up your arm! Then you'd find it and have a good old laugh about how silly you were being. Maybe you'd tell Merlin too, and he'd have a grand old time teasing and laughing at silly old you.

You'd rolled up your sleeves to your shoulders, but you could only find unmarred skin. There were no wounds, no scars, no blood, no blemishes. Just skin as smooth as it had been the day you were born.

"Darling?"

You turned to see Merlin walking towards you. Worry seemed to be present more and more often on his face. His brows were knit and his mouth pressed into a firm line. Behind him, the weather seemed to take a turn for the worse. Gray clouds rolled from the horizon, blocking out the warm rays of the sun. Both of you needed to move. You needed to run back to the house before the rain poured.

As you moved your feet, you slipped on something slick. When you fell to the ground, the familiar scent of copper hit you. You were stuck in a large puddle of blood. Blood now covered your arms, your legs, your body. You tried to push yourself up, but it was as slippery and sticky as mud. The more you struggled, the further you sank.

You screamed and reached out for Merlin. He was running towards you now, but he was still so far away. Why was he so far away? You were sinking fast. The pressure of the puddle against your chest made it difficult to breathe. You gave one last cry before you were pulled under.

You lay in an ocean of light. Scorching heat blazed against your skin. You screamed out in pain, but you heard nothing. You tried to move your body, but everything felt so heavy. Even keeping your eyes open became difficult. Your throat started to burn, but something deep inside you knew that you needed to keep screaming. That, as bad as the pain was, something worse awaited you if you stopped.

So, scream you did. You kept screaming even as your head began to pound. You screamed as your eyes fluttered shut. Even in that dreary darkness, you continued to call out.

"....! Aaaa-!?"

You stopped. How long had it been since you heard your voice? How long had you been in that silent hell? Cautiously, you opened your eyes. A bright sky strewn with hues of orange and pink greeted you. There was nothing else in the sky: no sun, no clouds, no stars, no moon. It looked beautiful, but oh so lonely. Oh so empty. All around you was a sea of flowers as far as the eye could see. Their petals danced and swayed along to a breeze you could not feel.

"Lovely, aren't they?"

You whirled around in surprise. A man with long white hair sat behind you, twirling a flower in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the blossom, and he watched it as if it was the most amusing thing in the world.

"I've always been curious to learn what they're called," he mused. "I looked them up in every book I could get my hands on but there's not one mention of them! It's like nobody else had seen them before. How strange. How sad."

His purple eyes found yours. A feeling of foreboding washed over you. You felt pinned in place as he looked you over. He seemed so familiar, so near and dear to you, but you couldn't remember his name. His bright purple eyes held a strange glint. It unnerved you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away. In the end, he was the one who broke away. As soon as he looked aside, you felt dizzy. Everything seemed to go out of focus. A distant ringing filled your ears. Your body felt like it had been sapped of all its strength.

"Now, now. Don't push yourself too hard. It must have been quite the journey to wind up here."

A gentle hand gripped your shoulder. You tensed up, but let yourself be supported until you could sit up on your own. Once your vision started to clear, you glanced up at him.

He was a strange man. He wore white robes adorned with flowers. By his side he carried a large staff decked with colorful ribbons. His long white hair swayed alongside the flowers in the field, subject to a breeze you couldn't feel.

But the strangest part about him was his face. His eyes were filled with gentle amusement and his mouth arced in a serene smile. Ordinarily, you would have called his face beautiful. It was the sort of face that anyone would have wanted to gaze at. But the perfectly sculpted lips, the high cheekbones, and those beautiful purple eyes made you want to flee. It was a face too perfect, too flawless, too... inhuman to fully trust.

And yet, there was a part of you that did trust him. He was dear to you despite being a stranger. It felt like he knew everything about you despite you knowing next to nothing about him. It felt like you'd lived a thousand lifetimes beside him, even if you were certain that this was the first time you'd met.

"Now then," he whispered against your ear. His voice was honeyed and comforting. He leaned in closer, brushing your face with his soft white hair. "Want to tell me what you've wished for?"

vii.

The first thing you noticed was thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain fell heavily on the roof and against the window. You sat in a dimly-lit room, with your hands clasped on a wooden table. Across you sat your darling a familiar stranger. His countenance was subdued, and he seemed determined not to glance at you. His gaze was fixed downward as he slowly stirred the contents of his mug.

Questions swirled about in your head. Where were you now? Where had you been before? Who was this man to you? How did you get here? But one question burst through all the others and came stumbling out of your lips.

"Am I dead?"

That familiar sad smile danced upon his lips before he shook his head. "No. You wouldn't be able to stay here if you were."

You bit your lip. "Am I dying?"

He closed his eyes. The world stood still. The sounds of the rain and thunder ceased. You held your breath.

"Yes."

All the dread, terror, and panic you'd bottled up burst out of you as nervous laughter. You laughed hard and loud. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you held them back. You laughed for as long as you had breath, ignoring the morose expression on his face.

"So what's this then?" you rasped. "One last dream before I die? I can't fucking believe this. I dreamt up a farm, a FARM right before I died! The one thing I wanted to do before I died was manage a fucking farm!?"

You slammed your fist against the table. It made a satisfying thud, but you didn't feel any pain from the impact. You dug your fingernails into your palm. Crescent-shaped depressions formed on the skin, but you registered no pain.

You glanced up at the man in front of you for answers, but he was still determined to not meet your gaze. He looked at his infuriating mug as if it held all the answers in the world. Growling under your breath, you knocked the mug aside to force him to look at you.

"Who the hell are you and why did you do this to me?" you snapped. "What made you decide that it was alright to invade a dying person's dreams and force them to adore you?"

You'd expected guilt on his face, not abject heartbreak. It was the look of a man who had his last remaining hope crushed in front of him. The rage you'd felt evaporated like foam, leaving only guilt and an overwhelming need to comfort him. Still, you grit your teeth and held your ground.

"My name is Merlin," he said. " As punishment for sins that I'll never be forgiven for, I've been exiled here in Avalon, the garden of dreams at the end of the world. I'm not allowed to leave. All I'm allowed to do is watch over humanity until the very end."

"I'd been bearing my punishment patiently for hundreds of years, mind you," he continued. "I've never questioned or tried to go against it. I've been content with watching both humanity's triumphs and failures from the comfort of my tower."

"That is, until you wound up here in Avalon." He finally glanced up at you. His mouth was pressed into a firm line, but his eyes were still so kind, still so soft, still so adoring.

"It was so strange to find someone else in Avalon, you see. It rarely ever lets souls pass through. Rarer still to let them stay long enough for me to come across them. So when I saw you, I decided to grant you a small reward for making it all the way to Avalon. I wanted to give you a good dream to carry with you as you passed on."

He let out a chuckle before draping his hand above yours. He squeezed your hand slightly before he continued.

"You were wrong, by the way. You didn't wish for a farm. The farm was a happy sort of accident that we just went along with. What you wished for was something much, much simpler."

He entwined his fingers with yours and looked directly into your eyes.

"You wished for me to hold your hand as you died. You wished for someone, even a complete stranger, to stay by your side while you lay dying... just so that you wouldn't be all alone in the end."

"So I built you a wonderful little dream. I couldn't hold your hand outside of Avalon, but I could at least keep you company inside a dream. I let you design and build everything, just so you'd be happy and safe. Everything happened and appeared according to your will. The only condition I applied was that the dream would be free of pain. Outside of that, my only purpose in the dream was to be someone who you could talk to."

Hot tears pricked at your eyes and your nose started to feel stuffy. "If that was the case, why did you do this to me? I-I hardly know anything about you but my mind is telling me that you're the person I adore the most! Why are you both familiar and unfamiliar to me?"

His free hand cradled your cheek and swiped away at an errant tear. His touch felt achingly familiar, but your memories came up blank. Still, you chased the comfort and leaned your face against his hand.

Instead of answering your question, he sent another question your way. "How long do you think we've been inside this dream?"

"...A couple of weeks? Maybe a month?" you hazarded a guess. The details were a blur but you were fairly certain it hadn't been that long.

"Ten years."

"No... No!" You drew back, shaking your head as you went. "If... If it's been that long why can't I remember?"

"I didn't think you were going to keep going for that long either," he mused. "I thought maybe a couple of months or perhaps a year if you were determined enough. But you just kept the dream going. You dreamt up new days, new adventures we could both go on without any signs of stopping."

"And I suppose...with how many years we spent by each other's side it was inevitable that we grew fond of each other." He smiled a sad little smile. "For my part, I can't say if it's love or not... I'm much too inhuman to feel emotions in that way. But I do care about you."

"So why... why can't I remember any of it then? All I remember is this farm!" you sobbed.

"Human minds were not made to sustain dreams like that for years on end. You held strong until about our fifth year in. Cracks were starting to form in the worlds you dreamt up. To help you cope with the strain in your mind, I persuaded you to scale down our adventures. We narrowed our scope from continents, to countries, to provinces, to cities."

"On our seventh year, you told me that you wanted to settle down." He gazed fondly out the window. "It was such a strange request that it made me laugh when I first heard it. Settling down and relaxing seemed uncharacteristic of you. You always seemed to keep going to new places, to keep experiencing new things."

He laughed. "Then again, perhaps a part of me recognized that it signified that the dream was coming to an end. That desperate part of me probably wanted you to keep going so I wouldn't have to say goodbye."

He leaned across the table and wiped away at your tears. His touch was cool and comforting. "So we wound up settling down here, in this farm. I think we were happier here... even more than we'd been on our adventures. Even if we did nothing but talk by the fireside, we were content."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. He took a deep, halting breath as if bracing himself.

"This year, you started to drift. You'd stare blankly in the distance for hours on end. Midway through our conversations, you'd stop responding. You started to forget about our old adventures. Your usual chores confused and frustrated you. The names you gave the animals kept changing. You'd forget what day it was." He took another deep breath. "But I only started to panic when you started bringing in things related to your death into the dream. You were starting to say goodbye without even realizing it."

"So the blood, the cuts, the gun-"

"Was your subconscious reminding you that you were dying... and that it was time to let go."

The terror, the dread, the anger left you. You collapsed back onto your chair. There was no logical reason for you to believe anything Merlin said. He could have been spinning you a tale to take advantage of your supposed memory loss.

But as you gazed up at his face, you could find no lie in his eyes. All you found was an expression of complete surrender. Gingerly, you held out your arms towards him for a hug. He held you in his arms and settled his face in the crook of your neck.

"So, is this the end of the dream?" you asked. The howling of the wind outside seemed to get stronger. Thunder and lightning crashed and boomed overhead.

"I'm afraid so," he murmured. "You can delay it for a while, but the edges of the dream have already started to collapse. I'm sorry I can't do anything to help."

You shook your head. "You gave me ten happy years. You've given me more than enough."

The window shattered. Cold air and wet rain blew into the room, putting out the lanterns. The room was plunged in darkness, punctuated only by brief flashes of lightning in the distance. You hugged Merlin tighter.

"I-I'm scared." You buried your face in his hair, taking in the scent of flowers, hoping that it would ground you. "I-I know that it's coming so I won't run... but I don't want to face it alone."

"Shh. Shh. I'm here. I'll always be here beside you."

The sounds of the rain and thunder suddenly stopped. You were plunged in impenetrable darkness. You couldn't even see your hand in front of you. You flailed around in your panic, crying and shouting and stumbling. You kept calling out Merlin's name in desperation.

A warm hand gripped your own.

"Merlin?! Are you there? I can't see you!"

You felt around and strained your eyes but all you could sense was his hand. You squeezed it tight, gasping in relief when you felt it squeeze back.

"I'm here darling, don't worry."

"Don't go! Please don't let me go."

"I won't. I'll be here for as long as you need me."

The darkness seemed to grow heavier. It pressed on your chest, making it more and more difficult to breathe.

"Merlin? Are you there?" you gasped.

"Yes my darling. I'm still here with you." His voice sounded faint. You tried to squeeze his hand again but you could barely summon any strength to move your fingers.

"Merlin? Are you there?"

You heard him chuckle. "Yes my darling. I'm here. Are you there, darling?"

"Yeah. I'm here." You could barely string words together now. "Merlin, are you there?"

"Yes my darling. Are you there, darling?"

"Yeah. Merlin-?"

"Yes my darling?"

"...Merlin."

"Darling?"

"..."

"Darling, are you there?"

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First non-explicit work on this account, and something highly experimental too!

I really adore Merlin! I enjoy reading works that center around him but most of the time he's played for laughs. (which isn't a bad thing! A huge part of his character in-game is playing around and teasing other people after all) I wanted a slightly more serious and sad story around him.

I wanted to explore the dream-generating aspect of Merlin's some more so I toyed with the idea of him granting someone a good dream before they succumbed to their death. I kinda had to push and tweak at his base personality for this story, but I hope he didn't come across as too ooc.

#merlin x reader #fgo x reader #fgo merlin x reader #aninag writes

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ahlovelightaflame · 9 months

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11:31 PM ~ *Lee Chan*

Summary: It is at one of your famous garden parties you meet your betrothed. And he’s more charming than you imagines.

Pairing: Lee Chan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 728

Warning: Talks about knives but no one is hurt

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A/N: I wrote this while on vacation while I was listening to Paul Shapera’s song “Mad Gertie”

Ever since you were little you’ve always loved garden parties. The tea, the flowers, the colorful clothes, the wonderful cakes, and delicious music; everything was always perfect. It was at these parties you had the most fun. Sometimes, you’d be asked to show off your dance skills, knife skills, or both at the same time. Each time, you were proud to show off your progress to the guests and always graciously received their praise with a bright smile.

It was at this party in particular, that you had caught the eye of a rather dashing gentleman. You had just finished showing off your latest knife dance when you noticed him. As soon as you both locked eyes, he made his way over to you with a bright yet flirty smile.

“You were amazing.” He mused. “Where did you learn such an intricate skill?”

“I learned how to use a knife from the Captain of the Royal Guard himself and I learned to dance from my mother.” You explained. “It seemed natural to me to combine the two, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, it was quite a spectacle to behold.” He admitted with a nod. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Lee Chan, Prince of Dinole. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

You nodded as you took his hand. Your breath slightly hitched when he pressed a feather soft kiss to your knuckles. Clearing your throat, you took the cup of tea a servant handed you and took a sip. “So, you’re my betrothed, Prince Chan?”

He gave an awkward chuckle as he averted his eyes. “It appears as though I am, Your Highness.”

“Now don’t get all nervous on me now. Just because I mentioned our engagement doesn’t mean I want to follow the strict and preposterous rules of courtship.” You lightly teased. “I’m glad you’re here, actually. I’ve always wanted to meet you and a garden party is the perfect place to meet.”

“I’ve wanted to meet you as well.” He nodded. “You’re much lovelier in person. Ah, I mean-”

“I know what you mean.” You nodded with a meaningful smile. “You’re quite dashing yourself. But please, regale me with tales from Dinole.”

He shrugged, turning to his own tea cup. “There’s not much to tell. It’s not as charming as your kingdom is. If anything, Dinole is much smaller.”

“Oh, well, I hope the sheer size of my kingdom isn’t too intimidating for you.”

Chan frantically shook his head. “No! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant it as a compliment! I’m so sorry if I offended you! Your kingdom really is wonderful, I promise!”

You gently took his hand in yours, stopping his rambling. “It’s fine, Chan. I know what you meant.”

“Oh. Okay, good.”

Still holding his hands, you sighed. “I’d like to visit Dinole someday. I’m afraid I haven’t been anywhere outside of my own kingdom.”

“I see…” He trailed off before squeezing your hands. “How about this: for my wedding gift to you, we go and see the world. How does that sound?”

You couldn’t believe it. Chan’s proposal sounded almost too good to be true. And yet he said it with such conviction that it just had to be true. Before your brain could catch up with your actions, you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Realizing what you did, you blushed as his mouth popped open.

“I do apologize for overstepping my boundaries.” You mumbled.

Chan shook his head before kissing your hands again, letting his lips linger longer this time. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that as soon as I laid eyes on you.”

“Your Highness!” A miffed voice trilled.

Turning around in your seat, you saw your stuffy aunt with her pointed nose in the air. She did not look too happy to be witnessing your public display of affection with your betrothed. You couldn’t help but giggle, while Chan looked positively mortified at being caught.

Standing up, you gave him a polite courtesy and said, “Forgive me, but I must attend to the other guests. Thank you for indulging me in such sparkling conversation.”

He nodded, bowing respectfully. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Quickly, when no one was looking, you grabbed his hands again and whispered in his ear, “Wait for me.”

“Always.”

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walker-bait-1973 · 9 months

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8 Years Part Two

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Part Two of the ongoing series with Daryl Dixon x Sybil Tremont (OC)

Background information: It’s assumed the reader knows the world of TWD. This Fanfic takes place after Alexandria, Hilltop, Oceanside, and the Kingdom are established and at the height of success. Carl is dead. The communities are bound by a doctrine created by Michonne. Rick is presumed dead. Daryl and Michonne never lost hope and searched for several years for Rick without luck. Daryl had a short relationship with Leah. The Saviors disbanded with Negan in a jail cell in Alexandria. The Whisperers have been defeated, and Lydia is a valued member of the Hilltop homestead.

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Warnings: Typical TWD Violence, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Chapter 10: Sybil’s Secret

Mom? Daryl watched as Sybil turned quickly and went to the boy shielded behind her.

“Yes, it’s safe.” She checked him over, “Put your knife away. It’s all clear.” She slipped her hand into his and rejoined the group. Daryl’s eyes dropped to the disheveled boy. He bit on his lower lip as he saw a pair of eyes identical to his looking up at him curiously.

Daryl and Sybil regarded one another. His lips had grown tight into a thin white line. She was unprepared for a moment like this. Her green eyes softened.

The older man that was with them said, “We can’t stay here. We should try to find somewhere safe to stay for the night. I think I remember there being an old house to the north of here.”

“Know a place, ‘bout an hour’s walk. C’mon.” Daryl slowly turned, Dog jogging up ahead of him and walking back the way he’d come from.

Sybil, completely out of sorts, hesitated at first. Her son tugged on her arm, “Are we goin’?”

“Uh, yeah…” she picked up her pack.

“How’s he know your name?”

“We used to… know each other…” She couldn’t believe she was less than ten feet from Daryl. The man she loved. The man who broke her heart. He was still alive! Still… alive.

“C’mon Mom… we’re gonna get lost behind.”

She gave him a silly look, “Have I ever gotten you lost before?”

“No,” he chuckled.

“But you’re right. We better keep up.”

The walk was in silence, everyone keeping a lookout for trouble. Once they arrived at the cabin, Daryl performed a quick sweep before anyone went inside. Sybil was grateful as she went in the door and said, “Thank you.”

Daryl sucked in a forced breath of air and closed the door behind him.

“I’m Gertie, and this is my father, Stan,” the other woman introduced herself. Daryl nodded.

“Thank you for everything,” the man said, sitting down on the floor heavily. He was winded, “I don’t know how much further I could’ve made it. We’ve been on the go for days. Dead ones everywhere we turn. We thought we’d get away from the roads. And at first, things seemed good in the forest.”

“It’s hard to tell where those things will show up,” Gertie added, “there’s no rhyme or reason to them.”

Daryl was listening, but his gaze stayed on Sybil and the young boy with her. Her son. Once Gertie got her father as comfortable as could be expected, she laid down next to him, falling quickly asleep. Daryl slowly approached Sybil. He opened his pack pulled out some venison jerky and held it out to her.

“F’ y’ an’ the boy…” She hesitated before taking it.

“Here, Ryder,” she said as he sat down on the floor near the fireplace, “thank you, Daryl.”

“Thank you,” Ryder said happily, munching away.

“You haven’t met. Ryder, this is Daryl.”

“Hi,” the boy greeted between bites.

Daryl nodded in his direction,“’ll start a fire,” he went outside to get some wood.

Outside, Daryl started breaking up sticks and gathering large pieces of wood. He didn’t know what to think… and he felt all jumbled up inside. And what of the boy? He had quickly pieced things together as soon as he saw him. Daryl had to hear it from Sybil’s lips.

He went inside and stoked a small fire, more for comfort than warmth, and left again.

“Mom, I’m tired,” Ryder yawned, “is it okay to sleep?”

She nodded, “Yes, we’re safe… for tonight.” She smoothed back his unruly hair with the stubborn cowlick on the left. She smiled lovingly at her son and kissed his forehead. He laid his head on his pack.

“Sweet dreams, Ryder…”

“Night Mom.” He rolled over to face away from the fire. She drank some of the water in the bottle she’d been carrying. She quietly walked into the adjoining room and allowed herself a moment to breathe. As she did, she felt tears well up in her eyes. She held back the sobbing, but her hands shook.

Two years after graduating college, Sybil managed to find a job as a teacher’s assistant. It wasn’t what she really wanted, but it was a stepping stone in the right direction. One night when she came home, Daryl was waiting for her with a boxed pizza and some cokes. She dropped her bag at the door and sniffed the air excitedly.

“Hey there,” he said, rubbing her shoulders slowly. She lowered her head, enjoying the warmth of his fingers as he kneaded the knots away.

“Oh, what a wonderful thing to come home to. My handsome man with magical fingers, a hot pizza, and ice-cold pop.”

“Only t’ best f’ you,” he grinned, kissing her lightly.

“Mm…” she sat and grabbed a slice while Daryl popped open his drink, “So what’s new today?”

Daryl set his drink down quickly, “Y’all will never guess what happened t’ Terry.”

“Oh, I can only imagine. What happened?”

“He knocked up Camille.”

Sybil nearly choked on her pizza, “What?”

“Yeah,” Daryl continued with a flourish, “Jus’ found out yesterday. She’s near three months.”

“Are they happy?”

“Dunno. He seemed shocked. Dunno how they’re gonna do it. I wouldn’t wanna be tied down with a kid. We got things good, you an’ me.”

She set her pizza down and picked at the pepperoni, “That’s how you really feel?”

Daryl scoffed, “I ain’t no daddy material, Syb. Ain’t even thirty yet. An’ y’ ain’t even doin’ what y’ want yet at work. We don’t need no kids tyin’ us down.”

She heard the cabin door shut and quickly swiped her eyes again before going to the doorway. Daryl sat by the fire skinning three rabbits. She squatted down next to him and took one of the rabbits away to skin. Her knife was razor sharp. And although she wasn’t as adept as him when it came to a fine clean body of meat, she did well enough. Once they’d been cleaned, Daryl had them laying in the hot coals to cook. He threw the raw liver and hearts to Dog to eat.

There was no sense in small talk, neither knew what to say. The pure shock of it all kept them silent. And Daryl’s discovery of her secret, the boy, made things even more difficult.

Once the meat was cooked, he carved the first one, giving her half to eat. She started tearing the meat apart and devouring it. It’d been so long since a real meal. Once she’d eaten half of it, she walked over to wake Ryder up and offer him some. She’d wanted him to get a little sleep. They’d been dead on their feet for god knows how long. He sat up immediately and began to shovel the meat in.

“Take your time, you don’t want to get sick from having an empty stomach.” He nodded, chewing the meat carefully, washing it down with water from his canteen. Daryl watched with great interest at the interaction between the two. Gertie and Stan woke to the delightful smells of the food and Daryl doled them each a half. He brought more food over to Sybil.

“Eat up,” he said, his voice like gravel.

“Have you eaten yet?” She asked.

“Got some. Eat.”

“Thank you,” She said, “it’s delicious.”

“Yeah, thanks!” Ryder smiled with newfound enthusiasm.

Daryl ducked his head in response and returned to the fire to pick at his half, eating tiny bits as he watched the others to make sure they’d had enough.

“What a fine meal,” Stan spoke up, “thank you again…”

“Daryl.”

“Right. Daryl,” Stan nodded, “so how do you two know each other?” He asked curiously. Daryl and Sybil exchanged looks.

“Knew each other ‘fore the Walkers,” was all he said. And that was the end of it for the night. Daryl went outside for a smoke.

“Your friend isn’t much of a talker,” Stan remarked, “but he knows how to survive.”

“He’s always been a survivor. There’s not much to talk about these days.”

With a full belly, Ryder slept heavier than he had in a long time. Sybil lay down, placing a protective arm around him, soon falling into a fitful sleep of her own.

Chapter 11: Daryl’s Offer

Daryl mulled things over while the others slept, and toward morning, he gently nudged Sybil awake. She came to with a start, but Daryl placed a finger over her lips.

“Need t’ talk.”

She looked down at Ryder’s sleeping body.

“Okay.” She followed him outside, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Before he could speak she said, “I know we have a lot to talk about.”

“We do,” he agreed, “but right now, gotta get y’ outta here. ‘S some places I know of… safe places. With walls, shelter, food, n’ people. Gotta get y’ n’ him there.”

She squinted, “Walls?”

He nodded, “Good people live there. Friends n’ family of mine.”

She smiled, relieved, “the gang made it out?”

Daryl shook his head, “naw…”

She hesitated her heart sinking, “I’m sorry. Merle?”

“Lost him… got bit.”

“I am sorry. I know how much he meant to you.”

“Was a long time ago. These are people I met ‘long the way. Been w’ some since the beginnin’. Let me take y’ there.”

She nodded, “We’ll go with you. How far?”

“’S gonna take a lil’ while.”

“Daryl, I thank you, for yesterday… and for this place you’re taking us.”

“Gotta get ‘em up n’ movin’. Now.”

They rustled up the small group. Each person had some of the last bit of rabbit that Daryl had reserved. Dog was out the door first.

“Is there really somewhere safe?” Ryder asked, tying his hoodie around his waist. He shouldered his backpack as Sybil repacked the few things she’d taken out of hers.

“If Daryl says there is, there is. It’s about time we find someplace where you can feel safe.”

Ryder stood up straight as he followed her outside.

Somewhere safe.

Dog let out a bark, and the group was on their way.

Chapter 12: Kiss Me Like You Love Me

“Syb… wake up…” Daryl brushed one fingertip along Sybil’s nose. She scrunched it up, wiggling it. Amused he chuckled, delighted. Her eyes fluttered open, and she snatched his finger, giggling.

“One of these days I’m going to catch you before you do that.”

“Doubt it.” He nuzzled her face with his nose, smacking his lips against hers. As he rose from the bed, she pulled him back, “Hey now… gotta get ready t’ go. Don’t wanna get m’ fired, do ya?”

“No…” She rubbed his back slowly as he held her, “Kiss me like you love me.” She puckered up her lips.

Daryl ran his thumb over their fullness, “Y’ know I do.”

Daryl leaned against a tree while the others slept. He couldn’t stop himself from watching Sybil and Ryder every chance he got. If they lagged, he stopped for them to catch up. He made sure they had every bit of extra food, insisting on giving up most of his. She’d try to give him back some of the rations, but he refused. Yet he kept his distance as much as possible.

Sybil couldn’t sleep. The others were well on their way to Slumberland, but not her. They’d been on the march for nearly a week. She sat up, brushed some leaves off her pants, and walked towards Daryl in the dark.

“How are you still standing? You’ve had no sleep since we started this trip. I can stand watch.”

“Naw. I got it. Get some sleep.”

“I can’t,” she confessed, “I-”

“Shh…” his ears perked up. The dog started barking. Everyone began to wake to the warning as Walkers could be seen weaving through the trees in the moonlight. Stan shouted out in fear as Gertie stood to fight.

“Get down!” Daryl yelled at Stan, but he moved as if in slow motion, lame from sleeping on the ground. Before Daryl could put an arrow between the Walker’s eyes, it latched onto Stan and tore out his throat.

“No!” Gertie cried, running to grab her father’s hand, “Dad no!”

“Gertie, let go!” Sybil commanded in desperation, stabbing a Walker in the head. Ryder was in the center and was well protected until Stan was taken down, and now Gertie was being grabbed by another Walker. They were encased by rotting bodies, eating at them, clawing into their vital organs while their screams became nothing but guttural cries.

Daryl used this moment to grab Ryder by the waist and bark, “Sybil, c’mon!” She looked from the horror in front of her to Daryl behind her. He reached for her hand and pulled her away from the ghastly scene. He kept the boy held tight as they ran into the night. Panting, their chests on fire from the exertion, they finally collapsed near a small stream. Daryl set Ryder down. The boy fell to the ground next to his mom. Dog was circling, keeping watch.

Daryl knelt; “y’ alright?” He asked them, “Didn’t get bit?”

Sybil was checking Ryder over, “No… we’re … we’re okay. You?”

“M’ fine.”

“Gertie and Stan…” Ryder croaked; his eyes cold from seeing so much death.

“They’re gone,” Sybil admitted. The harsh realities of the world she could not keep from him. He had to know the dangers, and how to stay safe.

“’S ok here. Sit for a minute… catch yer breath. Gimme y’ water bottles.”

He filled them with fresh water. Sybil ripped a corner of her shirt off and soaked it in the stream. She then smoothed the cool water over her son’s face, cooling him off in the heavy, hot summer air, but also taking off some of the baked-on dirt.

“Gertie was nice to me,” he said.

“Yes, they were both very nice people.” She smoothed back his unruly blonde hair and asked, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, trying to shake off the night’s travesty, “Uh huh. I’m ready to go.” He stood up, shaking his limbs loose. He was a little sore from Daryl lugging him, but said to the man, “Thank you.”

Daryl bobbed his head and hummed, “Mhm.”

“C’mon then,” Daryl said, leading them further east.

Chapter 13: The Shed

Walkers at every turn, Dog cut a line through, finding them an escape. Daryl yelled, “’s way!” Sybil and Ryder ran as fast as they could to keep up with him. He pointed to an old shed, “In there!” He tore the door open, took a quick look, and motioned them inside. He closed the door rapidly behind him and the three grabbed whatever they could to bar the door.

Scratching, groaning, and shaking at the door, the Walkers knew well where they’d gone. Daryl pointed at Dog to keep him quiet. Dog stood sentinel while Sybil moved Ryder back into the recesses of the shed. It was pitch black inside.

“Stay here,” she told him, “I’m just going to talk to Daryl.”

“Okay.”

“Dog, go” Daryl motioned. The dog went into the corner and sat protectively next to Ryder. Ryder felt the dog’s heart beating as he nudged close to the boy.

“We’re trapped,” she whispered. Daryl bit his thumbnail, his ears listening to her ragged breathing while a cacophony of growls emanated from outside.

“’ll getcha outta here,” he replied, “just gotta wait f’ some light.” He kept his voice down so Ryder wouldn’t worry.

“Daryl… how?”

“’ M gonna getcha outta here,” he repeated with more urgency, “‘ll figure somethin’ out.”

She held her breath reaching out into the darkness until she found his hand and squeezed it. Daryl held it for a moment longer before she let go, “whatever we need to do,” she said firmly.

They both stood guard through the long night listening to the groaning, scratching, and shaking of the door on its hinges. Ryder kept himself busy curled up next to Dog, petting and whispering to him to sidetrack his mind from the seriousness of the situation.

In the morning, light wafted through the cracks between some of the rough wood that made up the small building. The Walkers had not given up. Daryl could now see enough to look around. He carefully pressed on boards here and there, studying nails and grooves in the wood. Sybil tested the floor. It was worn in spots. She pulled up one board and looked below. A cement slab. She cursed under her breath.

Ryder moved quietly around, trying to keep himself and Dog out of the way.

“There!” Daryl hissed, pointing up at the ceiling. The beams looked strong and sturdy, but the aluminum roofing was partially lifted in one corner. Daryl shouldered his crossbow and hefted himself up onto a pile of junk. His fingers gripped one of the beams in the space between it and the roof. He pushed on the roof where it was loose. It budged easily enough at first but caught on to something. Daryl climbed back down.

“C’mon,” he offered his hands as a lift for Sybil, “see if y’ can get that bent back.”

He held her up. She worked at it, manipulating the sheet, trying to bend it back. She couldn’t get it bent but lifted it enough to get a view of the outside.

“What d’ya see?” Daryl asked.

“There’s a tree practically growing into it… from behind.” He brought her back down and went to the back wall. Pulling his largest knife from its sheath he started prying the boards with it. Sybil rushed over to help. As the two wedged their knives into the crevices, they worked until the long nails pulled free.

“Back up,” Daryl told her. She put an arm around Ryder’s shoulders as Daryl pulled the board free. Sure enough, slightly to the left was a thick tree trunk. Setting his crossbow and pack on the floor, he tried to squeeze through, but the space was too narrow.

“Help m’ get that other board off.” The two set to work, the pointed tips of their knives digging away at the board. It was a stubborn plank, but they managed to get it off. Sybil silently set it down with the other one. Daryl slid sideways through the gap. Sybil handed him his pack and crossbow. He motioned for Ryder to go to him. The boy joined Daryl just outside. The tree blocked any view from the area where the Walkers were congregated by the doors. Daryl reached out to take Sybil’s pack just as the door gave way. Walkers began to fall onto the makeshift barricade they’d built spilling into the building.

“Mom!” Ryder gasped, turning to go back inside to help his mother. Daryl yanked him back and nabbed hold of Sybil’s hand.

“C’mon,” he grunted. Her other fingers stretched to grasp her bag, but it was too late. The Walkers were nearly upon her.

“F’get it, ‘s go!” Daryl pulled harder. Her hip caught on a nail, slicing into her jeans, and cutting her. She sucked in a breath of tight air at the stinging sensation and tripped into Daryl’s grip. He caught her, setting her up on her feet, and said, “Go!” They sprinted into a close-by tree line, Dog bringing up the rear. As soon as Daryl deemed it safe, they stopped, again catching their breath.

Ryder noticed the blood forming on his mother’s pants and said, “You’re hurt!”

Sybil had tears in her eyes, “my pack.”

“Y’ don’t need it,” Daryl said, “anythin’ y’ need I got w’ me.”

“You don’t understand!” She insisted sadly, “The one picture I had of Ryder as a baby was in the bag!”

“We can’t go back,” Daryl said softly, “y’ know we can’t.”

Her lower lip quivered, but she nodded, “Yeah, I know…”

“Can’t depend on holdin’ on t’ nothin’ no more. This world ain’t like that,” he told her gently. He looked at the blood and said, “lemme see that cut.” He dropped his bag as she held the tear open. It was bleeding increasingly. Daryl dug into his pack and produced a folded-up piece of paper. Inside there were some green leaves. He put some in his mouth and started chewing them up.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Yarrow… t’ stop the bleedin’. Take them pants down.”

Sybil blushed. Although she and Daryl had once been lovers, she was still embarrassed after such a long time. But this was no time for modesty.

“Ryder, turn around,” she said. He did as he was told. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them off her hip. Daryl spit the poultice into his hand.

“’S gonna sting.”

“Go ahead,” she said. He applied the herb. It stung like a handful of bees stinging her all at once.

She groaned, “You weren’t kidding!”

He then took out some gauze and pressed it against the wound, “Ain’t got no way t’ secure it, but if y’ hold it in place, t’ bleedin’ will stop right quick.”

She nodded, carefully pulling her jeans back up and putting pressure on the cut, “thank you.” He nodded as she said, “Okay, you can look now.”

Ryder turned back around and asked, “Is it gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, just fine,” she reassuringly smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder tenderly.

“How much further?” Ryder asked, “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has,” Daryl agreed looking up into the sky, “’bout one more night.”

“Really?!” Ryder practically shook with excitement.

“Mhm.” Daryl couldn’t help the small curl of his upper lip into a slight smile as the boy’s face beamed up at him.

“Hear that, Mom? One more night!”

Sybil exhaled, “That’s great news.”

Chapter 14: One Last Time

Merle stopped by the garage just before Daryl finished work one evening.

“Baby brother, got somethin’ to ask of you.”

“Sure. What’s it?”

“Not here. Outside.”

Daryl punched out and joined his brother by their bikes, “’kay spit it out.”

Merle rubbed the back of his neck, “I got a run to do.”

Daryl frowned, “Merle, y’ know ‘m tryin’ t’ fly right.”

“Just one more, Daryl… one… more. And I’ll be getting out of it too.”

Daryl shook his head, “y’ ain’t ever gonna stop. Why y’ need m’ help?”

“It’s a big one, biggest we’ve ever had. You could put a nest egg away for you and your woman. You said she deserves a house… this could be a good chunk of change for a downpayment.”

Daryl lifted his head, “y’ ain’t shittin’ me are ya?”

“No, I swear on Mom’s grave. It’s worth it. All you gotta do is carry some of the product on your bike and stand back during the trade. That’s it… and you get money in your pocket.”

“’S all I gotta do?”

“Mhm. That’s it. Have I ever put you in harm’s way before?”

“No.”

“So what d’ya say, Daryl? One last run?”…

Sybil was livid, “you told me you were done with that crap!”

“I know, Syb… but…”

“Nothing is worth trading drugs,” she hissed, “I told you before that we can do things on our own!”

“Y’ don’t understand…”

“No, you don’t understand. Just because you never got caught before doesn’t mean you wouldn’t get caught now! It’s wrong, and you’re better than this!”

She pulled the roast from the oven, “Let’s be done with this talk and have a peaceful dinner.” She left the roast on the counter to cool while she set the table.

Early the next morning, Daryl had made his decision. He sat on the edge of the bed watching Sybil sleep. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Sighing, he rubbed his scruffy face slowly. He’d thought long and hard about what to do all night. She deserved nice things. He wanted to be able to give that to her. One last run.

He left her a note saying he’d be back in two days’ time; that he owed it to his brother and would never do it again after.

When he returned, there was a letter waiting for him.

Part Three

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dustinsnougatx · 18 days

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all my stranger things ocs!! (mainly used for wattpad fics but yk)

btw whatever age i put on these babies is what age they would start s1 with - and also its so hard to type with these nails on mb yall

gertrude - gerty, gertch, gigi, geebs (5) - here we have my VERYVERYVERY first oc! this is one of the only ocs i came up with w/o using wattpad lmfao. gertrude has it rough. her mom is an abusive drug addict and her dad tries to help but he ends up leaving around s2. he comes around but he knows he cant take her bc she has the party AND his wife will literally kill him if he tries to divorce her or call the police or help his 5 year old. gerty usually is at the wheelers as an escape. EVERYONE KNOWS about her mother. but they cant do anything about it either. gerty usually spends her time playing with holly though shes 2 years older. how she got involved with the ud is a story for another day. :) i kinda want to have a hc where steve adopts her or smth bc her mama dies lol.

penelope - nellie, nell (12) - the only girl in the party (until max and el). shes dustins bae and they are literally soulmates. this oc was based off of a fic called "What do you think? I think you're an idiot." by Maia_Jane on wattpad!! she deserves all the credit for this baby.

emory jae - ej, em, mory (5) - basically gertrude but dustins baby sister, and has a way better life :) she also isnt based off of wp lol, and she plays flag football where s4 takes place. same with gertrude. steve says shes better than dustin.

mia buckley - mi (7) started in s3 obvs - robins adopted sister (all these ocs are based off of me bc im petty), shes been in 27 different houses since she was literally born. most of them were abusive and traumatizing so shes very paranoid and has severe ptsd. every time robin leaves her side for like one second she will break down. she also has a great relationship with steve. robins familly adopted her when she was 2.

dallas - dal, dally (12) - i made her up as a female, and gen z version of dustin. she would be a character for a stranger things sequel. along with levi, milo and wyatt. the four of these are basically younger versions of the og party. except dallas is a girl. these 4 time traveled because dallas whipped up what-was-supposed to be a blutooth oven (dont ask) but it ended up as a freaking time machine.

nala - nana, nal (somewhere around steves age) - based off the wp fic "paranormal" by emma_stilinski24. she deserves all the credit for nala. its basically a steve x reader enemies to lovers type thing. go read that and maia's story before i send nukes to your exact coordinates!! /j

mercy - merce (12) - dustins daughter. what else do i have to say ?? um but like this would be in late 1990s or early 2000s or somethinf. i would say mercy is like stacy friedman from you are so not invited to my bat mitzvah :D edit: she was born in 1995 and this starts in 2007 btw

027 - sevie, sev, desiree (desiree is her real name)(12) - another lab rat. came up with her b4 season 5 started filming but she was another idea for s5.

#oc #my ocs #stranger things #im allowing u guys to use these for whatever u want #imagine them as u want too #<3

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, oc x reader warnings: nosy neighbors, mutual pining, fake dating about: request "You stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that we’re dating to show them” a/n: you have no idea how much fun it was to write this. if you want a part two… i wil one hundred thousand percent give it to you. now. a confession, i wrote this and finished it like two days after you requested but got caught up with a bunch of requests and didn’t get the chance to edit. i hope you enjoy!!

the keys in your grasp jingle and clink against each other when you move to quickly lock your door, even through your attempts to keep the noise down. you cringe when the bronze key, settled between two others on both sides, clangs loudly against the metal of your doorknob. quickly wrapping your fingers around all of the keys while your other hand is pressed against the wood of your door, you hold your breath and shut your eyes as if it mutes the noise.

when you hear nothing, you sigh softly, letting the shoulders you hadn’t even realized had tensed drop down, clicking your lock closed. you move to pick up your bag, sure you’re safe when the door across from you suddenly opens, light spilling out along with the woman living in the apartment, nestled in a deep purple robe that she tugs against her form, hair parted as if she was in the middle of doing it.

“y/n!” she exclaims, eyebrows raising in surprise as she crosses her arms over each other, “where are you sneaking off to so early in the morning?”

you give her a tight smile, grip tightening around the straps of your bag. “i-”

miss sellack gasps before you can continue, a dramatic hand coming up to her lips, “have you finally gotten a boyfriend? i told gertie upstairs you could do it. she’s always saying how lonely you are and i can’t say i disagree, but i knew you could do it. no matter what anyone says.”

you force a dry laugh from your throat, nodding stiffly at her words, clearly dipped in condescension from the little smirk playing on her lips and the other quips she’d thrown at you when she saw you around the building. annoying little sad smiles when she’d spy you alone—which was most, if not all of the time—while she was always with her partner. sad pats on the shoulder and patronizing whispers of “it’ll be okay” or “there’s someone out there for you, too.” basically a pathetically thinly-veiled “you’re alone and will probably die alone, and i will never stop reminding you of it.”

“not exactly,” you tell her, “but thanks, i guess.”

she pauses and pouts for you, solemnly shaking her head, “you’ll find him,” she says, "someday."

you hum tensely, “right. have a nice day.”

“i don’t know why you don’t just ignore her or move out. you know you have a room here at the compound, and stark is all too happy to get you a better apartment in a better neighborhood with nicer neighbors,” natasha replies in response to the recount of your morning, stirring her tea with a short green stick.

“she makes good cookies!” you defend, your words the complete truth; sellack made amazing cookies, and you’d take her deprecating actions for the large can of the cookies she gave you every few months—however, it didn’t mean you had to like it. “and bad neighbors are everywhere,” you point out. “besides, i like not depending on tony that much. i feel like he’d kick me out or something if i made him mad enough, it’s just like i’d have to pay a debt if i lived on him. it makes me feel a little more… normal, too.”

“like you’re not an ex-assassin newly reformed avenger?” natasha asks.

“like i’m not an ex-assassin newly reformed avenger,” you confirm. “just someone with no special skills and an annoying neighbor that won’t shut up about the fact that i’m single and pointing it out a little bit snobbier each time.”

"the epitome of normal if i've ever heard it," natasha grins.

you laugh. "exactly."

"besides," natasha starts, "you know she's wrong. if you were to, you already know that the minute you start to look, there'll be a line forming out your door. all the recruits are already head over heels for you, never mind barnes."

blushing, you shake your head, “you’re not still with that, are you?”

“i only speak the truth,” your friend shrugs, taking a sip of her drink. her eyes trace over your face before looking at something over your shoulder. “speak of the devil,” she smiles.

two hands, one warm and one cold but both soft, fall on each of your shoulders, fingertips beginning to gently dig into your skin in a sort of pre-massage. you can’t hold back the smile that graces your lips, tilting your chin up to meet bucky’s eyes over you, “hello.”

“hey,” he grins, “‘wanted to remind you that movie night is at yours tonight.”

you raise a brow, “is it now?”

bucky nods, “we are tired of tony being so loud, we can’t hear the movie, and steve’s already hosted, meaning we’ll be heading to your lovely neighborhood and trying to squeeze into your living room.”

you laugh, “alright. but one of you will have to watch the television from the bed in my room because you guys take up much more space than my apartment was made for.”

“‘s alright, i guess some of us will just have to squeeze in there,” bucky winks, making you chuckle.

“just try to not leave at three this time, my neighbor insisted i was in some sort of cult last time.”

“promise, doll,” bucky swears, “i will not leave your apartment at three in the morning.”

“you know, this is not what i meant by don’t be out of here at three,” you snort, making a bed on your couch as bucky helps you clean up around the apartment, the others having been gone by twelve. bucky throws away a beer with a clang in the garbage can, turning to look at you with a small smirk.

“well, you didn’t specify,” bucky shrugs, sweeping away bits of chips and candy from your table and into your trash can, getting serious once he straightens up, “but i can go home right now if you mind, really.”

you shake your head, patting a pillow you placed on the armrest, “it’s really no problem. i feel safer with you here anyway.”

bucky tilts his head at you, “you say that as if you couldn’t handle yourself.”

“never hurts to have a huge super-soldier on your couch, though, does it?” you query, eyeing the ensemble you’d put together with proud hands on your hips before looking to find bucky, groaning quietly when you see him cleaning your kitchen. “bucky,” you whine, “you don’t have to clean. i’m the regrettable hostess or whatever.”

laughing, bucky sets down your bin, “and i was raised right by my ma. i would’ve mopped by now if i knew where the mop was.”

“there is,” you begin, raising an index finger, “no need for that. you’ve already done more than enough, you should go to sleep. mop tomorrow.”

“yes ma’am,” bucky salutes, picking up and throwing away a couple more things before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

you grab some soda cans and other packages from the table in the middle of your living room to throw them away so as to make bucky’s space seem nicer, going to the couch again to pat the fluffy blanket you’ve piled atop other soft covers since you know how much bucky likes the feeling of them and fluffing a pillow.

“you know i don’t really get cold, right?” bucky asks when he comes out of your bathroom, spotting all of the blankets and furrowing his eyebrows.

rolling your eyes, you fix one of the ends of the fluffy one, “doesn’t matter.” you look up to see bucky in loose sweatpants and an old shirt, biting your lip when you turn to your couch, obviously too small for the man waiting to sleep in it. “‘you sure you don’t want the bed? i know you already said that you wouldn’t because of chivalry, but it might be more comfortable and half of your body won’t be falling off.”

bucky shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips, “nope. i’m good on the couch, i promise, doll.”

jutting your bottom lip out, you sigh before nodding begrudgingly, “alright then, but if you change your mind, just let me know, okay?”

bucky hums although he knows he’s definitely not going to do that, even if only half of him could fit on the couch. you send him a look because you know that, but the yawn that slips past your lips doesn’t let you argue much. “i’ll be fine, go.” he says kindly.

“goodnight, then,” you tell him, pecking his cheek like you usually do as a goodbye.

it’s late in the morning when he leaves. he wakes up earlier than you, trying his best to be quiet in order to slip out without you noticing, but he’s so used to being comfortable around you, making as much noise as he pleases, even with his spy training, your own experience and squeaky floorboards combined with his weight are too great even for him. you smack his arm when you realize what he’s trying to do, convincing him to eat something for breakfast before he goes back to the compound. he’s pleasantly surprised when you serve chocolate chip pancakes and two eggs, making extra just in case it isn’t enough to soothe his super-soldier hunger.

you say goodbye to him at the door, kissing his cheek again and barely noticing the creak of the boards in the apartment across from you.

“i’ll see you later!” you tell bucky when he leaves, giving you a small wave. turning to go back inside your apartment, the sound of a door opening stops you, and you squeeze your eyes shut when you realize you forgot to tell bucky to be quiet, although it wouldn’t have done much.

“y/n!” miss sellack exclaims dramatically, poking her head through the door frame in the direction through which bucky left, bringing her hand to her chest, “that man was so attractive. i imagine he’s just a friend, do you think he could be a good match for my simone?”

you’re ready for the dating accusations, but her real reply is more surprising—and offending—than you thought it would. you tilt your head at her without meaning to, choking out a laugh, “no. no, he’s actually my boyfriend,” you lie, the fact you’re doing it not processing until the words are out. fuck.

“is he?” sellack wonders, eyes wide and lips parted in a way that makes the offense sink deeper into your chest. ouch. “well then. i never thought—how surprising.”

“why?” you force out, genuine in your question because you knew how she was, but you didn’t assume she would look this taken aback when you were to get a boyfriend—not that you have one, but in the case.

“oh, just, i’ve seen him around and never really got the impression. i’d assume that with a man like him, you’d make sure everyone knew he was yours,” she shrugs, shaking her head distractedly. after a small pause, she looks back up at you, squinting, “and you’re actually together?”

feeling heat burn at the bottom of your belly, rising up into your cheeks, you nod, the guilt of lying completely erased. “yeah,” you state, “very in love with him.”

in your indignation, you don’t notice bucky coming back, eyebrows raised at your words. “very in love with who?” he asks when he comes closer, and with the risk of embarrassment in front of the neighbor that already does it on the daily, you decide the play the part, stretching your hand out to wrap around bucky’s. your fingers intertwine too easily, and it’s too effortless the way you pull him to you. his surprise shines through, only noticeable to you.

“you, of course,” you smile, his eyes narrowing in confusion as his tongue begins to soak in question, so you tug him even closer, pressing your lips against his, beginning to move with ease. he responds immediately after the initial shock, hands settling on your waist. you pull away after a few seconds, finding yourself standing much closer to bucky, his arms around your waist and a cocky look on his face.

“well, i see i was very wrong,” sellack huffs, flustered. you nod.

“yeah. it’s fine, we usually keep that behind locked doors, right honey?” you look to bucky, pleading in your eyes that he doesn’t even pick up on as he nods.

“right. can’t help it sometimes with this one, though. have you seen her?”

heat rushes to your face, the fingers on your hip tightening as bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“well then,” sellack says, “you two have a nice day.”

you and bucky repeat the words to her, watching her go inside her apartment before you bring a hand to your face, stepping inside your own with bucky trailing behind you. he shuts the door as you mutter oh my god to yourself, pressing your index and thumb to your nose.

“‘forgot my keys,” bucky starts, “‘m not complaining, just wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome back, i think that’s how you should greet from now on, actually.”

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The Soldier and His Witch (Pt. 2/8)

Between your first and second mission with the squad a friendship of sorts begins to form between you and Rick.

Word Count: 2,503

Relationship: Rick Flag X Metahuman reader (eventually)

Warnings: cursing & violence

After Midway City you honestly weren't sure if another mission would ever come or if Waller had pulled all of you out to fix her fuck up only to slam you back behind bars. The only proof you had on paper of anything ever happening was the ten year reduction your public defender had received.

Weeks turned into months. Harley ended up escaping with Joker's help but from what you'd heard from Gotham she'd finally wised up. Apparently, from rumors she'd helped take down Sionis and boosted the beginning of the "Birds of Prey as they called themselves" . That escape meant security was beefed up. Walls were reinforced, better trained guards came in. A few of them had posture that reminded you of Flag. When they treated you like a human being albeit a dangerous one you suspected maybe he or someone he knew had a hand in picking the new guards.

You were allowed out in the yard for an hour a day which was new. You'd even seen Floyd and Boomer a time or two when your outdoor times overlapped. It wasn't perfect but they both seemed to be well so that's what mattered to you. At the very least all of you had the knowledge that you'd saved the world plus Floyd was getting to see his daughter once a month. Something about someone by the name of Gertrude McCall paying a very good lawyer for him. You'd gotten a few care packages from Gertie yourself. It was a new alias for Harley or at least until she slipped enough to end up back in Belle Reve, which you hoped wouldn't happen.

You were walking back to your cell when one of the new guards Lawson approached you "Y/N. I'm here to escort you to the warden's office" you raised an eyebrow at him "And why would that be? I don't recall doing anything" he let a relaxed smile slip onto his face. He was one of the first to realize if you were treated decent you didn't even attempt to fight. "Nothing wrong. Colonel Flag is here to collect a team" "In that case lead the way good sir" you replied falling in step next to him.

The two of you chatted about his daughter and wife who'd originally been brought up in conversation because the both of them loved curling up and listening to thunderstorms. When you got to the warden's office he held open the door for you with a wink "Stay safe switch and make it back in one piece" you grinned at him "Of course Lawson. It'd get too boring around here without me"

You walked into the office alone but instead of the warden who was a middle aged white man who was barely seen around the prison Amanda Waller sat at the desk with Rick leaning against the wall nearby. "Waller, Flag" you greeted each in turn. She nodded to the chair in front of the desk. "Have a seat" you glanced at Rick before taking the offered chair. Waller didn't waste any time to dive right into why she was there. "We have another mission. From Flag's report you were a part of the success of Midway City due to how the other members of task force X seemed to listen to you"

You purposely ignored the man in question as you said " I'm not sure what he means. I talked to them and they did as I suggested because they knew I pretty much had their best interest at heart" she seemed pleased at your answer and leaned across the desk with her hands followed "Then take Flag and pick a team. Same deal, ten years off your sentence and that will leave you with only ten more years" you finally looked back at him to ask "So what? GQ gets blown up so now I'm basically your lieutenant?" "For lack of a better word, yeah" he replied so you shrugged "Ok then. Same team as Midway City save for Harley and Chato of course"

Waller who couldn't have looked more bored said "Killer Croc won't exactly fit in with this mission but you can get Captain Boomerang and Deadshot" you nodded then stood up speaking to Rick as you did "I suppose you have our gear so let's grab them and hit the sky" He walked over in front of you and held the door leading out the office open so you walked through waiting for him to shut the door before you both began walking again.

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Once you knew you were out of Waller's earshot you cut your eyes up at Rick "How's June?" The last time you spoke to him a few weeks before he was concerned about her PTSD from the whole getting possessed by an ancient entity thing. "Yeah she um she decided to move back home to North Carolina" you stopped walking with your eyes wide "Wait what? You two were like goo-goo eyes in love. What the hell happened?"

He shrugged and motioned for you to start back walking so you did. "I guess it's the fact that we don't know how much of that was us and how much was Waller shoving us together. We still care about each other I mean I don't wish her any bad but we're better as friends" "Well that's mature, kinda fucking lonely but mature I guess" you replied and this time he was the one who cut his eyes at you "Since Harley isn't here you're gonna psychoanalyze people?" You grinned "Naw just stating facts Colonel. Now let's grab our team then you can debrief us on whatever bad place we're going to and whatever it is we gotta do that's probably gonna get us killed" he rolled his eyes at you throwing his own words back at him but opened the door leading inside to Floyd's cell without a word.

The mission was simple enough. You were breaking into a military facility halfway around the world to rescue a team of seals the government didn't want to bargain for and along the line you were tasked with frying every hard drive in the place.

You were sitting next to Boomerang while Floyd and Rick went over the logistics of who would be headed where once the chopper landed. "Can you wrangle Boomerang long enough to take out any guards?" You cut your eyes up and raised your hand "Um I can always lay a storm cover before we land. Make it a little easier" Rick shook his head "We need you inside because you can destroy all the hard drives with an electrical current. Plus I don't know how some of the seals may react to being rescued by a meta. No offense Y/N"

You laughed humorlessly "So not only am I risking my life for a mission not seen fit to hand to anyone in the military but there's a possibility I'm rescuing a bunch of bigots who may prohibit me from using my powers even if it could make or break us?" "Honestly, Flag I'm with her. If they got a problem with Switch they got one with me" Floyd spoke up first followed by Boomerang saying "Nothing wrong with a Metahuman but there's something wrong with a bunch of assholes that would judge someone rescuing em"

Rick sighed, clearly defeated "Look I would be the first to back them off if they said anything to Y/N but we gotta get in and out as quickly and quietly as possible. You two just take out however many you can as quietly as you can while the two of us head inside to wipe the hard drives. We'll meet back where they hold their prisoners and hopefully all four seals are still alive. That good with everyone?" You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless so Floyd then Boomerang nodded as well.

"It's not a water drop is it?" You asked and Rick smirked "Naw. We'll get dropped in a clearing a couple klicks away" "Fun. Well you heard the colonel boys. Let's get ready to do our thing" you spoke before climbing to your feet with one hand on the support rope as you double checked your weapons noticing everyone else doing the same.

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You looked around at the three men as you conjured a wind around the four of you strong enough to lift you from the open hatch in the chopper down to the grassy field below.

Once your boots hit the dirt Rick signaled the chopper and they turned away, disappearing into the night sky. If the plan went accordingly the compound would be empty so they could land there for an evac and well if it didn't not like you would need a way out anyway.

You were between Floyd and Rick as all of you made your way towards the compound. It surprised you that even Boomerang was staying quiet. Once you got just beyond the view of the guard towers Rick motioned for the two of them to head east while the two of you headed west.

You watched their backs disappear before falling in next to Rick. He glanced at you when you pulled one of the many knives hidden on your body "Ready?" He asked in the lightest of whispers that his voice would allow. You smiled in the low light "Always"

"Fuck,fuck,fuck" you muttered sliding around a corner throwing a flurry of hale behind you while trying to avoid getting shot. You'd gotten separated from Rick due to an unforeseen dividing wall that these idiots had actually been smart enough not to add to the blueprints. You were trying to find a way back around to him but had so far just ran into more gunfire. "Switch. Status report" you growled hearing Waller's calm voice in your ear.

You fired off three shots causing the guards coming facing you to duck for cover before hitting the button to reply "Busy at the moment. I'll either get my head blown off or call you back" you tapped the button that killed the com as you ran. There was one option left. Find Floyd, rescue the seals and arm them to the teeth then rip this place apart to get Rick out.

You scrambled for the radio on your hip that was a closed frequency for only the team. "Fellas there's a change of plans. We're going after the seals. I've fried the hard drives but they got Flag I think" "What's the play switch?" Floyd asked without hesitation and you allowed yourself a small smile "Let's see how this place fairs under the wrath of a real storm"

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Floyd and Boomerang stood back while you used a small twister to rip the door off the room where the seals were being held. "Get ready to shoot!" You warned.

The moment the door was off you grabbed the gun Floyd chunked at you and started firing. With the three of you working together the guards weren't a worry. You stepped over the last one wiping a bit of blood off your face. You bent to grab the keys to the cell from his side.

When you came into view the seals inside were already on their feet. "Fellas we're the good guys believe it or not" Floyd spoke first with a shrug. You smiled at the soldiers "The remaining guards have our colonel. How do all of you feel about getting him back and burning this place to ash in the meantime?"

A taller man stepped forward and at first you thought he'd be an issue until he tilted his head slightly "Waiting on your orders ma'am"

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Wasn't the first time Rick had been tasked with fighting more than one enemy. Nor was it the first time he nearly lost said fight. It was however the first time he'd had a fight interrupted by a small tornado ripping through the room.

When he pushed himself to his feet he saw you come through the hole that was now in the wall followed by Floyd, Boomerang and the seals? "Need a hand Flag?" You hollered over the chaos and he shook his head with a laugh "Let's clear it out"

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The last of the guards were falling fast. You looked around trying to make sure your people had suffered no casualties. Maybe that's why you missed the guard calling you an evil witch or the gun in his hand. You heard Rick scream your name a half second before the blast knocked you against the wall.

You felt like your entire chest had caved in. Every breath was a struggle. The guard who shot you was quickly dispatched while your team plus the seal's medic rushed to your side. Rick was screaming for an evac chopper over the coms his worried eyes flicking back to you with every order he barked over the coms to the waiting chopper. You were leaned back against Boomerang trying not to flinch as your shirt was ripped away to show that thankfully your vest had caught the slugs.

Once you were stripped down to the tank you wore under everything your breathing was less labored. The medic was certain it was simply bruised ribs but when Rick shot him a glare that would make any less of a man piss himself he changed it to saying that you still needed an xray to make sure.

Back at Belle Reve after a stop in medical it was determined your ribs were in fact only bruised. That didn't stop Rick from walking you to your cell or calling Lawson to ensure someone would look in on you come morning.

"I'm fine. I've had a lot worse" you assured Rick, easing yourself down onto your cot. He was still standing by the door watching you as if he didn't quite believe you "I still don't like leaving you hurt in here" you laughed holding a hand to your side "Aww you do have a heart Rick" he rolled his eyes "You know what I mean. You came back for me. I owe you" You shrugged "No biggie"

He watched you for another second before saying "Promise me if it gets hard to breathe or anything you'll ask to go to medical?" You mock saluted with a grin "Of course Colonel" he rolled his eyes again but a grin slipped onto his face "One more mission and you're out" you grimaced at the reminder "Yeah no where to go, no possible career. May take Waller's offer" "and what is that?" He asked curiously "Stay on with the squad. Pay sucks but it could get me on my feet. Help clear my record. Not to mention if I sign Floyd gets out to his kid. He has someone to go home to. I don't"

"So you don't mind having me as a boss?" He asked with a slight smirk so you shrugged "Nah you're starting to grow on me. Like a fungus" "That's real nice Y/N"

Tags: @mochminnie @lacontroller1991 @xoxabs88xox

#rick flag imagine #rick flag x reader #rick flag #rick flag fanfiction

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Stray

Bunch of Momo x human!reader headcanons

This Diary Is Not Yours(Yandere!Doc x Reader)

Momo conforting reader

Guardian x Trans Male!Reader

MORE Momo x reader angst (you two broke up but got back together)

Clementine x ftm!Human! Reader headcanons

Momo x human!Reader relationship headcanons

Guardian x Companion!Reader who likes stars

Blindfolded panic(Yandere!Blazer x reader)

Blazer and Peacemaker x reader headcanons

Yandere!Outsiders x reader headcanons(200 followers special)

Momo x Flirty!Female!Reader

General and x reader headcanons with Guardian

Yandere!Outsiders in a poly relationship with human!Reader

Amen!(Yandere!Momo x Deity!Reader)

Ordem paranormal

Telopsia x leitorx headcanons

Amigo imaginário x leitorx

Estrangeiro x leitorx com a personalidade do Anfitrião

Enpap-X com um leitorx muito paciente e calmx

Um Primeiro Sabor do Céu(Anjo x leitorx)

Ocioso com um leitorx que adora contato físico

Inscryption

P03 x reader headcanons

Yandere!Archivist x reader

Pinocchio Guillermo Del Toro

Sebastian J. Cricket x reader headcanons

The Mitchells vs The Machines

PAL x reader headcanons

PAL x reader oneshot

Brawl Stars

8-bit x reader headcanons

DHMIS

Yandere!Collin x reader headcanons

Yandere!Electracey x reader headcanons

Electric Dreams

Yandere!Edgar x reader headcanons

Edgar x reader headcanons

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is a artist

Spending Valentine's Day With Your Computer Boyfriend!!1!!1[Free][No virus!!](Edgar x reader oneshot)

IHNMAIMS

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is an artist

AM cuddles with u but hes a barstard

AM x reader hcs

2001: A Space Odyssey

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/o who is an artist

Wishing your AI boyfriend a happy birthday :)

Tau

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is an artist

Will you Snail?

Squid x non-binary!Android! Reader

Testing(Squid x reader)

Illegal visit(Squid x reader)

Squid...But with a naive and extremaly calm reader

SCP foundation

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is an artist

079 x reader thoughts/drabble

Short scp-079 x reader oneshot

Scp-079 x reader headcanons

The Stanley Parable

Make a wish(Employee 432/Timekeeper x reader)

Superjail

Jailbot x reader oneshot

Moon

Gerty x reader dancing oneshot

The Brave Little Toaster

Toaster and reader on a date hcs

War Games

WOPR/Joshua x reader hcs

Awful Hospital

CRASH x reader hcs

Parasite Days

Yandere!Watchio x reader hcs

Original characters

Fuzzy, soft, fluffly jacket(O7/Female robot x reader)

Yandere!O7/Female robot x reader

Olivia/O7 x reader headcanons and some lore

O7/Female robot x reader lil angst

(Implied yandere)O7/Female robot x reader

Olivia/O7 with a reader who has a child

(Pirate)Robot oc x Hacker!Reader

Olivia/O7 catching reader crying

Deity!Olivia/O7(?) x reader

Yandere!Olivia x reader hcs

Yandere!O7 x reader hcs

O7 reacting to reader being killed by one of the humans

Olivia x reader oneshot

Reader proposing to O7

Silly O7 x reader fic

Olivia/O7 x AI!Reader hcs

Tatche4 x reader hcs

Others(not x reader related)

Squid x Wheatley first kiss :)

AI/Robot christmas party

Probally missed something but it sucks to do this in a phone

Aprill fools

I'm so mature! (Yandere!Louis x reader)

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Robin — ONE

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 5,047

A/N - this chapter was so much fun getting to write! I wanted to introduce you guys to the dynamic of our two characters before they take off into the world. they are just a super close pair which is definitely going to cause some interesting scenes throughout this movie, especially with Joel being in love Aimee at the moment and Y/N being in love with Joel. but no matter what, it’s their friendship that makes them Y/N and Joel and it’s just the cutest thing.

also, I just want to say, take note of the little letters Joel writes to Aimee. they are definitely going to show growth in Joel’s character as the story goes on :))

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⭒❃.✮:▹ ONE ◃:✮.❃⭒

Dear Aimee,

I am wide awake. I've just gotten good at not really moving or breathing.

Being stuck in a survival bunker with a bunch of people who have all found their soul mate is less than ideal.

Karen and Ray got together a few months ago, so they're still kinda in their honeymoon phase. It is super physical. Good for them, you know. They're both very attractive and apparently quite flexible.

Hey, life's short. Especially down here.

After Tim's parents were eaten by a warm of termites, he and Ava became inseparable. In every way.

So pretty much everyone's coupled up down here besides me and Y/N. We're the singles of the bunker and I don't know how I would survive by myself without her. Having your best friend stuck down here with you helps a lot.

Our first baby was born last winter. It was super emotional. Welcome to the apocalypse, kid. The food sucks. At least you'll never know what you're missing.

Kala and Connor got together after Carol died. Carol was a cow who ate a box of laundry detergent and now we only have one cow. Her name's Gertie. Gertie is great. Y/N named her actually and every time someone uses the name she gets this goofy grin on her face that's hard for anyone to not smile back at.

Gertie's not our only food source. We actually have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It was easier in the beginning, you know, before we ran out of bullets. Facing down one of those things with a hanky handmade weapon is no walk in the park. Or that's what Robin tells me. I-I don't go on the hunting parties. They need me in the kitchen. I'm kinda the, uh. . .the chef of the bunker. Everyone likes my minestrone.

Me and Y/N being the only single people in the bunker has its perks too. We get to hang out with Mav1s. Of course, she's not much for conversation anymore. Her core battery's shot, just like every other Mav1s, I'd imagine. Actually never seen a working one.

Other than that, it's become our favorite pass time to mess with the other couples. Or at least that's what Robin does. I kind of just cheer her on.

Sure wish you were here, Aimee. I'd love for you to meet everyone and become closer with Y/N. Maybe we could do a little target practice together.

It's kinda my thing.

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Y/N had been in the middle of dreaming about killing a monster when something began poking her face and pulled her from her slumber. Letting out a groan, the girl turned her head towards her pillow in an attempt to hide her face, but the person was persistent and instead began poking the back of her head instead.

"Joel," Y/N whined in annoyance earning a soft chuckle from the boy as he continued to poke her head. "Joel, I swear if you don't stop poking me right now I'm going to drag you out of this bunker and feed you to the nearest cold-blooded creature."

The poking stopped instantly and she slowly turned her face and let her eyes flutter open for a second to see Joel smiling at her in amusement. "Seven years underground and you still aren't a morning person," he mused.

Y/N groaned and fell further into her pillow as she closed her eyes once again. "I don't think I'll ever be," she muttered, her voice trailing off a bit at the end as sleep tried to take over once again.

"Hey, I just woke you up. Don't go back to sleep," Joel insisted as he reached out to poke her again. However, Y/N was quick to grab ahold of his finger and stop him without even having to open an eye.

"Don't poke me," she told him before letting go of the boy. "I'm tired, Joel. I don't have to see the sun to know it's still shining on the other side of the world. It's too early."

"Actually, it's not too far away from dawn," Joel said earning a groan from the girl because it was in fact too early. The boy frowned and gently nudged her as he rested his head on the edge of her bed. "Come on, Robin. I can't sleep and as my best friend it is your job to keep me from doing anything stupid while I'm awake. You can't exactly do that while sleeping, can you?"

"Joel," Y/N complained.

"Y/N," Joel mimicked. Y/N frowned slightly and Joel sighed before looking away as he got lost in thought. Finally he let out a small gasp and nudged the girl again, a smile appearing on his face, "I'll make you breakfast."

Y/N peeled open an eye at that, flickering her gaze over the boy's eager face before hesitantly saying, "Throw in a piggyback ride all the way to the kitchen and you've got yourself a deal.”

"Deal!" Joel exclaimed as he reached out to grab her hand and shake it. Y/N let out a soft sigh, knowing she was going to regret waking up, but pulled herself up out of bed and let out a yawn. Joel was practically bouncing from foot to foot due to his impatience and Y/N just ignored it as she sat up for a moment longer before looking to Joel.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said and the boy quickly turned around. Y/N lazily got out of bed before slowly getting onto Joel's back. He made sure she was on securely and waited until she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her head tucked into the crook of his neck before he was practically running out of the room.

"Woah! Slow down!" Y/N exclaimed as she almost went toppling off of his back from how bumpy the ride was. Joel slowed to a walk and looked back to her with an apologetic smile while she just rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're my best friend," she muttered, propping her elbow against the boy's shoulder in order to keep herself up right.

"You know you love me," Joel retorted and Y/N let out a soft sigh for she knew the boy was right. He just didn't understand the kind of love she had for him.

The two were about halfway down the hallway when they suddenly passed a door that was wide open. "Hey, Joel! Hey, Y/N!" a fellow colony member of theirs named Ava greeted.

The best friends turned their heads and instantly looked away, their faces red while Y/N hid her face against Joel's neck once again. "Oh. Hey, Ava," Joel said, coughing awkwardly as he held onto Y/N a bit tighter and tried to ignore the fact that he just saw Ava and her boyfriend Tim being intimate.

"Ava," Y/N greeted.

"Joel. Y/N. How's it going?" Tim asked.

"It's going good, Tim," Joel responded, attempting to hide his small smile as Y/N just shook her head, obviously embarrassed. "How are you. . .How are you doing?"

"Yeah, good," Tim replied.

"Good," Y/N muttered as she sat up a little more and just leaned against Joel's shoulder. "Uh, we were just. . .um. . .heading to the kitchen. Joel here couldn't sleep, so now here we are." She let out an awkward laugh and Ava and Tim returned it.

"Yeah, we know the feeling," Ava told her and both Joel and Y/N made a face.

"Yeah. Probably not for the same reasons," Joel muttered. "Y-You guys's, uh, door's open. Is that. . .did you know that?"

"Yeah," Ava admitted at the same time Tim said, "Yeah, we know."

Both Y/N and Joel didn't move before Joel muttered awkwardly, "Okay." A silence fell among the group after that and Y/N could just feel herself growing more uncomfortable by the second and it was obvious Joel was too.

"Batman, away!" Y/N exclaimed, pointing towards the direction of the kitchens in hopes that they could get away from this situation as quick as possible. Joel chuckled softly and shook his head before bolting off down the hallway making the girl yell at him.

Joel didn't slow down until they were in the kitchen, setting the girl down in a chair before moving across the room. "This better be the best breakfast you have ever created after putting me in that sort of position," Y/N told him. "This is why you sleep at night, so you don't have to see or hear what the others are doing when the lights are out."

Joel just waved her off with his hand and Y/N craned her neck in an attempt to see just what he was doing, but the boy merely moved his body each time so that she couldn't see. "Joel!" Y/N complained, but the boy was already turning around, his hands behind his back as he grinned at her.

She fell silent almost instantly, the grin making her heart skip a beat while she watched him stop on the other side of the counter. "You ready?" he asked and Y/N nodded her head eagerly, her stomach growling at the thought of food. Joel's smile widened and he quickly took his hand out from around his back and slammed an apple onto the table in front of her.

Y/N stared at the apple with a blank look on her face before scowling up at her friend. Joel just smiled and leaned his arms on the counter before he shrugged, "I never said what I was making you for breakfast."

"You didn't make anything," she pointed out, grumbling softly to herself as she grabbed the apple and took a bite out of it. "You tricked me."

"Hey, but look on the bright side," Joel told her and the girl raised an eyebrow. "Now that you're up, we can spend more time together and I don't have to be alone!"

Y/N made a face before looking to her apple and chuckling as she took another bite. "Well, joke's on you because today's planning day," she said, her words making Joel frown because he knew that planning day meant she would be with the hunting crew all day and not him.

"But planning day was last week," Joel complained.

"It was actually last month, but nice try," she replied with a smug smile on her face.

"Can't you skip it? I was wanting you to help me with my aim. I'm using the tips that you said, but it would be different if you were actually there to help," Joel said.

"I'm sorry, Joel, but I have to go. I have to pull my weight somehow," Y/N reminded him.

"Then at least let me help out. I don't do anything around here except make shitty minestrone," Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration and not noticing the way Y/N’s eyes seemed to follow the action.

Y/N set the apple down, rolling her eyes slightly when Joel picked it up and angrily took a bite out of the other side. "First of all, your minestrone is heaven, so never refer to it as shitty ever again," she told him. Joel just looked away and Y/N sighed before reaching out and setting a hand on top of the boy's arm. He hesitantly looked her way and she offered him a small smile. "I know you may think you don't do anything to help out around here, but you do, Joel. You help out in more ways than you may think."

Joel looked away and bit into the apple again. "You're just trying to make me feel better and I appreciate it, but we both know I don't do anything," he muttered. "Not anything important anyways."

"Joel," Y/N began but the sound of someone yelling her name made her fall short. She glanced in the direction of the voice, putting together who was calling for her and why. It was planning day after all and those days always started at dawn so that they could get some training out of the way before mapping out their next hunting trip.

Sighing, Y/N looked back at Joel and gave his arm one more squeeze. "That's my cue to leave," she said, pulling herself up out of her chair. The girl began to make her way towards the door before pausing and looking back at Joel who was just staring at the table with the half eaten apple in hand.

Before Joel knew what was happening, Y/N was jumping on him from behind, her arms wrapping around his frame for a quick hug as she kissed his cheek and said, "Have a great day, Joel. I'll see you later for lunch, okay? Love you." She then slyly stole the apple from him and winked in his direction before running out of the room as her name was yelled out once again.

Joel couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl leave, ignoring the way his heart seemed to skip a beat which was unusual for him.

"Love you too," he whispered.

- - -

Y/N stared at the map in front of them with a contemplating look upon her face. She was resting her head on her hand and gently tapped her finger against her cheek while her eyes flickered over the marks they had already made.

"Why don't we try over here?" Y/N suggested, pointing towards the section that they had already marked off as 'Do Not Enter.'

All eyes turned to her almost immediately and Connor shook his head. "Y/N, you know why we don't go over there," he told her, referencing the incident where half of their hunting squad got killed, but the girl was persistent.

"That was back when we were just beginning our second year down here. We're more prepared now," Y/N told them. "Every time we go hunting, we stay close enough that we can run back to the bunker if needed. We can't keep living like this. I mean, aren't you guys a little bit curious as to what it's like out there?"

There was a unanimous, "No."

Y/N frowned and looked back down at the map, her fingers now brushing across the small area she had been pointing at while the others all watched her. “Y/N," Anna Lucia sighed, walking over to the girl's side and placing a hand on her shoulder. "There are so many unknowns out there and you know that. What if we go out there and our whole hunting party gets eaten by those monsters? What would the others do?"

"Live off Joel's minestrone," Y/N suggested before sighing and looking towards her friend. "But what if we don't die? What if this opens up a whole new world for us?"

Anna Lucia squeezed the girl's shoulder before whispering, "We can't risk it."

Y/N frowned and looked away while Anna Lucia let her hand fall back down to her side. "Anna Lucia's right except for the being able to live off Joel's minestrone thing. I'm pretty sure he'd be out there trying to avenge you before even thinking about making minestrone," Tim spoke up.

"He wouldn't be stupid enough to do that," Y/N assured them.

"He'd be reckless enough," Connor retorted. Y/N gave him a look and the man sighed, "Seriously, Y/N? When are you two just going to grow a pair and tell each other how you feel?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, a light blush taking over her features as she looked around at her friends who were all smirking. "W-What?" she whispered.

"Gosh, you're insufferable sometimes," Anna Lucia muttered jokingly. "It's obvious that you like him and he is your best friend who is also the only one that's still single down here."

"Joel and I—" Y/N hesitated, the thought of actually being with Joel like that making her heart flutter. "We're just friends," she insisted before giving them all a sad smile. "We won't be getting together."

"It's only a matter of time," Anderson smirked making the girl glare in his direction. However, she didn't get a chance to say or do anything because they all were frozen in place as the lights to the bunker flickered on and off before turning on once again.

"What was—" Anna Lucia began, but Y/N could already feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and had a sneaking suspicion of what was happening.

"Breach," she muttered at the same time someone yelled out from another room, "There's been a breach!"

They all ran out of the room, a few of them scanning the perimeter before they made their way to the main room where everyone was waiting to help them get ready. They hurriedly put what armor they did have on their bodies and Y/N was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when she noticed Joel stumbling into the room with all the weapons in hand.

"Guys! Guys! I got the weapons," Joel announced before proceeding to hand them out to the hunters that walked by.

"Stay," Anderson told him as he took a crossbow.

Joel blinked in surprise, "What? What's happening? What's going on?"

"We've been breached," Y/N explained while she waited for Anna Lucia to grab her weapon so that she could finally reach Joel.

"Breached?" Joel asked. "What do you mean? Like, inside the bunker breached?"

"That's what 'breached' means, kiddo. Y/N, come on," Connor demanded causing the girl to sigh in frustration as him and all the hunters left the room. She turned to Joel who was still trying to process what was happening.

"Joel," she said and he quickly turned to her.

"Right. Right. Here," he muttered as he held out a back holster with two katanas strapped in. She had taken them off of a guy back when the apocalypse had first begun. He had been dead and it wasn't like he planned on using them anyways, so she had taken them in order to keep herself alive. They were her weapon of choice, but she was also one of the best shooters they had so she tended to use a crossbow when necessary. "And here's this," he told her before handing her a crossbow as well.

"Thanks," Y/N told him before nodding her head at him and running out of the room.

"Wait!" Joel yelled, but the girl was already gone. "Breached," he muttered to himself in shock before running after his best friend. By the time he made it to where everyone was, Y/N was already inspecting the gate to the sewers with a frown on her face and her crossbow at the ready while some others worked on getting it open.

"Anna Lucia, Y/N and I will engage," Connor directed. "Anderson and Tim, flank us."

"Flank 'em, yeah, okay. Where do you guys need me? The rear, or. . ." Joel trailed off causing them all to look his way, including Y/N.

"I thought we were past this, Joel," Tim told him as they all looked back to gate.

"Past what? You need help. I can help," Joel insisted. "In case you've forgotten, Robin and I are a duo and I know she goes on the hunting trips and I don't, but this I can help with. Let me help."

"You gonna make me say it?" Connor asked.

"Say what?" Joel questioned.

"You can't handle it, Joel," Connor told him.

"You're shook," Tim added.

"Okay, yeah. So, you guys don't get scared ever?" Joel asked them.

"We get scared."

"We all get scared, Joel, but you get really scared."

"We're not trying to make you feel bad."

"We love you, Joel."

"But you're unsafe."

"You're a liability."

"Even on supply runs."

"Guys!" Y/N exclaimed glaring at the men while Joel looked between them a bit confused.

"Okay, why did that speech feel so rehearsed?" Joel questioned.

"He's got a point," Y/N muttered, turning back around while she nervously fidgeted her hands against the crossbow. "If you're going to tell him something like that at least be sincere instead of rehearsing in your mirror beforehand."

"We did not—" Tim began, but the sound of a growl and something banging against metal made them all tense while Joel jumped back a good foot from where he originally was.

"Connor, Y/N," Karen said as she handed a device to the man. Y/N quickly stood up and hurried over, her eyes flickering over the screen where she could see a blue dot making its way through the sewers towards them.

"Shit," she muttered before standing up more and cracking her neck. She got an arrow ready in the crossbow and jumped in place for a moment to get her nerves out. "Let's do this."

"Okay, 30 meters out. Let's move," Connor directed.

The sewer door was pulled down before the hunters began making their way inside. Y/N was about to follow when someone grabbed ahold of her wrist. She looked back, her eyes locking with Joel's as he held on tightly and whispered, "I can help, Robin."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over his face while her mouth opened up to say something. However, she found herself unable to. All she could imagine was Joel getting attacked by whatever creature was in the sewers at that very moment. She couldn't let him go in there, no matter how badly he wanted to. This was the first time a breach like this had ever happened. Who knew what awaited them down there?

The girl rushed forward, hugging the boy tightly and making him stumble back a bit in surprise. She didn't give him time to react before she was pulling away. "I'm sorry," she whispered, quickly turning around and climbing into the sewers. However, she didn't disappear before she yelled out, "No one let Joel follow!"

Joel's eyes widened. "What?" he exclaimed before attempting to rush forward, but Tim was already there to stand in his way. "Tim, you got to let me go with her. I can't let her go alone. I-I can help."

"She'll be fine, Joel. Y/N’s a survivor. She won't let whatever creature this is take her down," Tim assured him before reaching out to grab the curtain. "You heard what she said. Now go with them." He then pulled the curtain between the two, effectively blocking Joel's view of the tunnel and leaving the boy standing there with a numb feeling coursing through his body.

"Robin," he muttered in frustration before turning on his heels and running to the room everyone was in. The door was locked behind him and Joel quickly shoved his way to the front so that he could watch the monitor with Karen and Kala.

They could all see five yellow dots moving through the tunnels near a bigger blue dot in the center of the screen. "They're getting close," Karen muttered, a silence falling upon them all as they noticed the five dots stop not too far away from the creature. Before anyone knew what was happening, the blue dot lunged out and grabbed ahold of one of the yellow dots.

"Shit."

"Oh, my God."

"It's got one of 'em."

"What about the others?"

The lights began to flicker while Joel felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice making everyone look his way. He was pale, his hands shakily holding onto the crossbow in his hands.

"We don't know if that's her, Joel," Karen tried to tell him. "She could be fine. She—"

"I'm going after her," he said before turning and running for the door. Everyone's eyes widened as people began to make a move towards him, by the boy was quick and already had the door open.

"Joel!" Kala yelled.

"They need help. My best friend needs help. I'm going," Joel insisted before running out the door and slamming in shut behind him.

Joel spun around quickly, crossbow in the air while he nervously looked around the bunker. It was like he was walking into a foreign place, the usual warm feeling of the bunker being replaced with nothing but an eerie feeling and a coldness that shook him to his very core.

His breathing was shaky as he began to walk forward, his eyes flickering around his surroundings while Joel tried to keep himself calm. The only thing keeping him from collapsing in fear was the knowledge that Y/N was out there possibly hurt. He had to get to her. He had to.

The lights flickered as he slowly made his way back towards the tunnels where he knew he had his best access to the others. It was a deafening silent as he walked into the room, so quiet in fact that his ears were ringing.

He nervously looked around and adjusted his hands on the crossbow. As he grew closer to the curtain Tim had pulled out earlier, a new sound filled his ears while his feet slowly stepped in the new puddles of water and blood that were on the ground. The sight made him feel sick to his stomach, so Joel did his best to keep his eyes staring straight ahead.

A lightbulb exploding behind him made the boy jump and spin around, his eyes wide in fear before he realized what had happened and turned back around. He could hear Tim and Connor's words replaying over and over in his head.

We all get scared, Joel, but you get really scared.

You're unsafe.

You're a liability.

Joel walked forward and took in a shaky breath as he attempted to push the voices from his head. His eyes continued to survey the area and he hesitated at the sight of a figure on the other side of the curtain. It almost looked like—

"Connor?" Joel questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. When there was no response, Joel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and lowered his crossbow just a bit. "Connor?"

It was at that moment that a loud hissing sound came from the other side of the curtain and Connor's body limply flew across the room before being shoved into the mouth of whatever creature was over there with him. Lights from the other side shinned their shadows against the curtain and Joel's eyes widened in fear as he slowly took a step back.

Joel's whole body was shaking, his eyes tearing up a little as he feared for not only his life, but Y/N’s as well. If the creature had done what it did to Connor with Y/N. . .well, Joel didn't even want to think about what he would do.

It seemed he wouldn't have to because at that moment the monster finished up eating Connor and turned its attention towards the curtain. It made a noise that Joel swore was able to rattle his bones. The crossbow was back up in position once again, but his hands were shaking so badly that he knew if he didn't get his fear together he was going to be the monster's dessert to the meal it just ate.

The monster began to stand up on the other side of the curtain, its shadow growing bigger and making Joel gulp. He shakily got the crossbow ready to fire before freezing at the sight of the monster appearing over the top of the curtain.

There were tears in his eyes at this point and Joel couldn't even move as he watched the monster tear the curtain down before moving towards him. A few tears slid down his face and Joel felt the fear and panic coursing through his veins.

He closed his eyes as the monster grew nearer, his face confronting in pain and fear as he felt the monster's breath fanning his face and heard the growls rattling in his head.

Then before he knew what had happened, he heard the sound of something flying through the air and then the monster cried out in agony. He felt someone rush by him and opened his eyes to find Y/N standing above the monster's dead body, one katana dripping with blood in one hand while the other protruded from the center of the monster's face.

"D-Did I kill it, or did you?" Joel whispered, her eyes flickering between Y/N who still had yet to turn around and look at him, Tim, and Anna Lucia.

"What do you think?" Anna Lucia asked.

"Robin," he muttered for he knew she had been the one to save him, his eyes flickering back over to his best friend. It was then that she turned to look at him, her whole body shaking as she breathed heavily and attempted to calm herself down. Joel inhaled sharply at the sight of her, her face covered in dirt and blood while a scratch ran down the length of her arm from where the monster had no doubt tried to grab ahold of her.

Joel began to break at that, tears rolling down his face even more while Y/N pulled the other katana out of the monster's head before shoving them both into their sheaths. She moved forward in an instant, her hands grabbing ahold of Joel's arms while she looked to him with a worried gaze.

"Joel, are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked earning a slow shake of his head in response. "What were you doing? What were you thinking? You could've gotten killed!"

Joel slowly lifted his gaze to her, his whole body still shaking as he whispered, "You-You were in trouble, Robin. I—"

Joel was unable to finish what he was saying, his words being cut off as he closed his eyes and more tears fell. It was obvious he was holding back a sob due to the fact they were in front of other people and Y/N felt herself soften almost immediately.

She was wrapping her arms around his neck without a second thought, pulling him in for a hug which Joel quickly accepted. His arms were around her waist and he held onto her tightly while he shook, his tear filled eyes flickering to the ground where the monster that had been seconds away from killing him laid dead on the ground.

- - -

Oh, and I have a pretty severe freezing problem.

But I am working on it.

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The New Assistant (A Perry Mason Imagine)

Pairing: Perry Mason x female!reader

Summary: Perry and the reader meet because she’s Paul’s new assistant, she’s very competent and he loves it. He is a perfect gentlemen to her.

Requested by: @fantastical-67impala-fangirl

Warnings: none(?) other than period typical sexism

A/N: Requests are still open. Send a message or fill out the form in my masterlist to request! :)

Word Count: 827

She’s writing away in her notebook when someone strolls right by. She can smell the cigarette being smoked, so she looks up to see her boss, Paul Drake heading for his office.

“Oh, Mr. Drake!” she calls, rising to her feet.

The man turns on his heels and approaches her desk again. “What is it, (Y/n)?”

“Mr. Mason wanted to see you about the latest case. Something about tracking down a waitress, I think. I left the note on your desk.”

He smiles brightly, taking a seat on the corner of her desk. “Thank you. Did Mr. Mason come down here himself to send this message?” He blows out a puff of smoke, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“No,” (Y/n) replies with a blush in her cheeks, “Gertie dropped it over here just after you left for lunch.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Let me know if there are any calls you need me to make or anything, Mr. Drake.”

He nods. “Of course, dear. Have you had lunch yet?”

“I was about to go and grab my lunch from the lounge, but I didn’t want to miss you.”

“Go ahead, (Y/n). I’ll make sure the stack doesn’t get too tall on your desk.”

“Thank you, Mr. Drake,” she replies with a small smile.

As she rises to her feet, Paul does the same and heads for his office. (Y/n) exits the office and goes down the hall to the entrance to Perry Mason’s office. She steps in quietly and shuts the door behind her before heading for the employee lounge.

“Good afternoon, Gertie,” (Y/n) greets as she passes her desk.

“Oh, (Y/n)!” Gertie calls, which causes (Y/n) to stop and turn to her. “Did you pass along Mr. Mason’s message?”

(Y/n) nods. “Of course, Gertie. I’m sure he’s taking care of things now.”

She settles back into her seat as (Y/n) enters the lounge.

(Y/n) pulls her lunch box out of the fridge and goes to the coffee pot, pouring Paul a cup of coffee. With the coffee and her lunch box in hand, she returns to her desk to drop off her lunch. She approaches Paul’s office door and knocks twice before poking her head in.

“Do you have a moment, Mr. Drake?” she inquires.

He nods, motioning her in.

She enters and shuts the door behind her. “I just wanted to check in with you, Mr. Drake.” She crosses the room and sets the coffee on his desk. “And I figured a cup of coffee would be necessary at this point in the day.”

He smiles at her. “You’re probably the best assistant I’ve ever hired, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) blushes again. “You’re too kind, Mr. Drake.”

“I need you to-”

The door opens across the room. Mr. Mason enters, looking right at Paul and totally missing (Y/n) standing just beside his desk as he approaches.

“Paul, have you put one of your men on that waitress yet?” Mr. Mason inquires.

“I just finished putting one of my men on it, Perry,” Paul replies. “What’s the rush? I thought it was a valet we were looking for.”

“If we find her, we’ll find the valet.”

“You mean they’re in cahoots?” (Y/n) asks, and both men turn to look at her.

Paul grins, looking at Perry with raised eyebrows.

“In a sense,” Perry answers, smirking.

“Well, we should be able to find them both fairly soon,” Paul interjects. “Frank will be calling me when he finds them.” He turns to (Y/n), tearing off a sheet of paper from a notepad on his desk. “Call him again and make sure he knows he’s looking for two people.”

“Yes, Mr. Drake,” (Y/n) replies as she takes the paper.

Without another word, she turns and returns to her desk outside Mr. Drake’s office. She dials the number on the paper handed to her and calls Frank Roberts to pass along Paul Drake’s message. Once that’s done, she opens her lunch box and pulls out a sandwich.

(Y/n) is about halfway through her lunch when someone walks into her office. She quickly sets her food aside and wipes her mouth with a napkin, chewing quickly to greet the person. She opens her mouth to speak but freezes when she sees Mr. Perry Mason approaching her desk.

“Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/L/n),” he greets, stopping just in front of her desk.

“Afternoon, Mr. Mason,” she replies. “Is there something I can do for you? I can call Mr. Drake for an update with the waitress, if you’d like.”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I had a question for you.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Of course, Mr. Mason.”

“Would you care to join me for dinner at Clay’s Grill?”

“Tonight? But, Mr. Mason, what about your case?”

He chuckles softly. “Then after the case.”

She smiles a little. “That sounds lovely. I look forward to it.”

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Comfort in the Bunker

Summary - Part 46 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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You spend a few more quiet days with Garth and Bess observing and getting tips to help keep Destiny on the right path and give her everything she needs to thrive. At Destiny’s request, you end up getting a blow-up mattress for her to sleep on the floor in the guest room with you and Dean. That had cemented in your mind that she was coming home with you. You can tell Dean’s still unsure and nervous about it all, but he’s trying his hardest for you and the more real it becomes the more he gets on board. Over the past few days, he’s tried to talk to her more and make her feel more comfortable around him. He even took her for a drive, just the two of them, so he could properly apologise for her father and start to make amends. And all of it has just made you love him even more. You couldn’t be more sure that he’s the one for you and glad that you married him amidst the chaos.

Feeling more confident and prepared to take this massive step you and Dean start packing your bags and the Impala. After a lengthy discussion and lots of back and forth between the two of you, you finally agreed that for now you would just go back to the bunker and help her settle. You will help her decorate and set up a room of her own beside yours. You also agreed that it would be best to home-school her for now until she’s settled and you settle on a place to live more permanently. Rather than risking overwhelming her or forcing her to bounce around schools like Sam and Dean did.

You fold your clean clothes back into your bags as you watch Dean struggle to deflate the mattress. Once he finally gets most of the air out and rolls it most of the way up, he sits on it to keep it in place and shut the valves. He then wrestles it back into the carry bag it came in. It’s quite the show, you can’t help but laugh at his struggle, feeling a bit guilty despite him refusing your help multiple times, causing you to roll your eyes at the strong hunter trying to show off. Once it’s finally secured in the bag he takes it and your bags down to the car.

You say your goodbyes to Garth, Bess and Gertie, thanking them for all their hospitality and guidance and promising to come back and visit soon so the girls can have another play date. You hug each of them and then pile into the car. Destiny snuggles up on the backseat for the long drive while you and Dean sit in the front listening to his classic rock. So many words have been shared between each of you over the past few days that it’s nice to just enjoy the quiet.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It’s dark by the time you finally pull into the Bunker’s garage. Sam comes out to greet you all. You help Destiny out of the back and go to introduce her to him but she hides behind your legs from the giant man.

You pick her up, place her on your hip and smile at her. “It’s alright. I know he’s big but he’s not scary. This is Dean’s brother, Sam.”

She glances at him shyly and then hides her face in your shoulder.

“It’s alright. Take your time,” he says softly while backing away.

You mouth “thank you,” at him and he nods.

He helps Dean unload the bags from the car while you take her around for a small tour, sticking to just the essential rooms: kitchen, bathroom, Dean Cave, and bedrooms. She seems very overwhelmed, understandably, so you take a seat on your bed with her in your lap.

“You can stay in here with us tonight. We’ll look at setting up your room next door tomorrow. How does that sound?”

She nods. “But I wanna stay with you.”

“You can stay with us until you feel safer. But we’ll always be right here. Just a wall away.”

“Thank you,” she says.

“Come on, you must be hungry. Let’s go see if Sam picked up any food.” You take her hand and lead her back to the kitchen. You help her up onto one of the tall stools while you go to check the fridge. Sure enough, Sam got everything you asked. You pull out a packet of cow hearts and serve one onto a plate and place it in front of Destiny. She goes to pick it up but it’s very cold. You notice her hesitation as you seal and place the packet back in the fridge. “Too cold?” you ask.

She nods, “a little. I’ll just wait.”

“Alright. Just let me whip up a sandwich and then I’ll join you.”

“Okay,” she says as she watches you move around the kitchen.

You make two PB&Js knowing that if you have one Dean will eventually find his way in here and want one too, and if not then you can just take it to him once you’re done. You join Destiny at the small metal table. She tests her meal again, the chill is ever so slightly less so she takes a small bite. The oosing of the blood from the vessel as she bites into it is something that will take a lot of getting used to. Even after days with Garth and Bess, it still puts you off. But you mask your reaction by biting into your bread. Minutes later, as expected, Dean strolls in and joins you. You slide the second sandwich across to him. He smiles before taking a massive bite. You smile back as you watch him and then Destiny. You think about how you could get used to this little family. It’s far from the nuclear family, but it’s yours, nothing’s been normal in your life so far, why would you start now.

After swallowing his mouthful of bread Dean says, “How’s your organ, kid?”

Slowly learning table manners from the frequent sit down meals we’ve shared recently, she swallows and then replies, “Good. I wanna thank Sam,” she looks down before shyly adding, “but I’m scared.”

You open your mouth to speak but Dean beats you. “Want me to come with you? He might look like a big scary moose, but really he’s just a big sap.”

“Can you?” she asks.

“Sure! Finish eating and then we can go.”

You all finish eating in relative silence and then you start to collect the plates. You hand Destiny and Dean a napkin each as they’re just as messy as each other, the only difference is that the red smeared across Dean’s face is a little sweeter and yet Destiny wears hers better. It’s much more acceptable for a child to make such a mess than it is for a man in his mid-thirties. You shake your head at them both as they clean up. After placing the dirty plates in the sink you come back and help make sure they’re both food-stain-free. Once you give them both a thumbs up Dean helps Destiny off the chair and leads her down the hall in search of Sam. You hang back to tidy up the ingredients and clean the plates.

Once the kitchen is clean you head back to your room to unpack your and Dean’s bags. His being overful from when he tried to leave. The room seems so bare without his usual decorations, although you hesitate at the though of putting all of them back. You put the framed photo of the two of you back on his bedside table and put his clothes back in their respective homes, but your opt to leave the weapons in the bag. You figure he can display them in the shooting range instead to keep your room more child-friendly. You then turn to your own bag with your new purchases, most of which still haven’t been washed. So, you take the remaining dirty clothes to the laundry. The whole process feels so domestic. Your child-self would never believe that you feel comfortable taking on this role, but now you would happily take on the role of a stay-at-home mother to keep things flowing smoothly and do right by that little girl and your husband.

You dump the clothes in the machine along with a detergent pod and then turn it on. You set a timer on your phone to remind you to come and switch them to the dryer and then go out in search of your family, Sam included, his is officially your brother-in-law now afterall.

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