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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Wait so does Omega Todo leave us alone if we keep rejecting him enough? Like we just set him off after someone who vaguely looks like us and then we won’t have to deal with him anymore????

I didn’t really know how to explain what I had in mind when I typed out this concept, so I figured I would just… write it, because that’s what I do. Hopefully you guys enjoy Shoto being a brat as much as I do. All you really need to know is that Omega!Shoto is mad about his Alpha!Darling not loving him back, and he’s not taking the rejection very well.

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Mentions of Parental Abuse, Toxic Behavior and Alcohol.

“This isn’t good for you.”

You tried to keep your voice even, to stay focused on the road and act like you couldn’t care less, but it was hard to hide your frustration, the venom lathering everything that slipped out of your mouth. Part of it was annoyance, irritation that he’d called you so late and anger that you’d already dismissed your valet for the night, but your concern was undeniable. You found yourself wondering if Shoto knew what concern sounded like, as you continued. “And you have a patrol tomorrow morning. Are you going to be drunk for that, too?”

The boy slumped in his seat, straining against his seatbelt in a vain show of rebellion. His eyes were glazed over, a flush staining pale skin, but he was leagues more sober now than when you found him. It’d been a pitiful sight, a Pro-Hero sitting outside one of the less savory bars on this side of the city, but the small group of Alphas he’d attracted had taken up most of your attention. That, and the bouncer explaining why he’d gotten kicked out in the first place.

“I’m an adult,” He complained, his voice barely a mumble. He spoke slowly, making an effort just to keep from slurring, but you doubted that would last much longer. “Fire me, if you don’t like it. No one made you pick me up.”

“You were crying.” You took a deep breath, hoping to calm yourself down, but you couldn’t stop yourself from tightening your hold on the steering-wheel. “I couldn’t just leave you there,” You explained, throwing him a quick glare. Shoto was too busy staring at the passing streetlights to notice. “You can’t defend yourself like this and you’d hurt a civilian, if you tried to. This kind of behavior isn’t safe.”

There was a disgruntled huff from your passenger seat, Shoto crossing his arms as he moved away from you. Despite the compact setting, he seemed to want to get away from you, even if that meant slotting himself against the chilled window. He was like a child just told they wouldn’t be getting ice-cream on the drive home.

The comparison fit well, actually. Too well, if you were being honest with yourself.

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you would just fuck me.” He couldn’t fight his drawl, his thoughts blurring together and lasting too long. He was barely coherent, practically shouting the final two words just to get them out. “You want to, and I know you want to. I want you to. Isn’t that enough, (Y/n)?” Again, he pushed himself into the door, fingertips prodding at the automatic lock. “You don’t have to claim me. Just…”

“Just have sex with you?” You finished, rolling your eyes. There was no response, but there wasn’t an argument either, something you’d come to expect from Shoto. You preferred it that way, sometimes. It made reading him easier. “We’ve been over this before, all of this. You only want to be with me because I remind you of Endeavo-”

“Shut up.” There was no exaggeration, not emphasis, no hint of anger or loathing or much of anything, the request as empty as his expression. It was enough for you to flinch, fighting the temptation to pull over and have a real conversation. You’d tried it before, but… the result hadn’t been good, to say the least. “Not everything I do is related to him. I’m fucked-up, I get it, but you don’t have to keep reminding me.” He shifted again, prying himself away from the door and leaning towards you, only reminding you of just how much he’d had to drink. “You’re nothing like him. You’re sweet and nice, and you actually come when I ask for your help. That’s how I know you care about me.”

You swallowed, dryly. “You… you called your father?” Shoto waited a moment, thinking before he nodded. The action was nonchalant, like he was used to this kind of thing. You tried not to think about the implication. “And he didn’t come?”

“Didn’t even answer.”

Without thinking, you glanced towards the clock on your dashboard. It was late, but it wasn’t that late, only a few hours past the time most Heroes would’ve gotten off-duty for the day. There had to be a reason Enji wouldn’t be there for his son, you were sure, but you didn’t know him well enough to say, and Shoto would only get defensive if you pressed the topic. Their relationship wasn’t good, and Enji was a busy man.

But, another glance towards Shoto was all you needed to start cursing his name.

Luckily, the drive was over by the time either of you felt like breaking the awkard, tense silence that’d taken over the small space. Shoto was getting out of the car as soon as you pulled into his apartment’s parking lot, only muttering a quick ‘thanks for the ride’ before slamming the door behind him. You didn’t pull out immediately, watching him until he was inside the lobby, only daring to look away when he was out of view.

Just to make sure he was safe, of course.

Shoto couldn’t stop himself from smiling, as he stepped inside the dimly lit elevator. The building itself was nice, too nice for him to afford on his own, something Enji’d set up as a ‘graduation gift’ when he moved out. Shoto had gotten used to his father’s gestures, by then, all those desperate attempts to win back his children’s love.

He wasn’t sure about his siblings, but Shoto’d stopped accepting them after the apartment.

He hadn’t been in contact with Enji at all, recently, another reason for Shoto to be so giddy. There hadn’t been a single conversation between the two since Shoto changed his number, but you didn’t know that. You’d been the first person he’d called, the only person he’d called, and Shoto didn’t see why it should be any other way. You were his mentor, after all. His dutiful, caring mentor.

And if your reaction to his sob-story was any indication, you’d be his Alpha pretty soon, too.

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leahxx129 · 4 years

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The Last Descendant (Sam Winchester x Reader) pt.1

The idea for this fic series was born many-many months ago and I even started writing it then, but I ran out of inspiration. Now I’m fully charged and almost done, so I’m going to start posting the chapters. If everything goes as planned, there will be five parts. I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary for pt.1: You are after a vampire but when you finally get the chance to eliminate him, a stranger unintentionally sabotages your plans, almost getting both of you killed in the process.

Warnings: decapitation, implication of sex

Word count: 1.780-ish

* picture source: Giphy

It’s almost midnight and the bar you are in is thriving. Loud piano music and raucous laughter fills the air besides the smell of cheap booze and smoke. It almost makes it hard for you to concentrate, but just almost. After all, you are you and if there is one thing you are damn good at, it’s keeping an eye on the target no matter what. And tonight, your target is a vampire. Your muscles tense up in your body as he finally signals to the chick he was hitting on to get out. You wait a couple of seconds before you start following them. The chilly air outside awakens you even more. You take a left turn to the alley where you’ve last seen the golden locks of the girl he was with and you get hit by something huge and heavy – to much of your surprise a man has been thrown at you like a rag doll.

„Oh, he’s got a partner!” the bloodsucker says in a way too loud and cheerful tone to your liking, given your head is still slightly buzzing from the impact. „Back in the days, hunters picked their partners more carefully, sweetheart!” he adds sarcastically „The idiot came at me with nothing but his bare hands.”

You can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer so you gather every ounce of strenght in your body and push the moaning man off you. Just as you get up, the vampire grabs you by your throat and lifts you up, your toes barely meet the ground.

„You know… you’re fairly pretty for a hunter.” he breathes as his teeth start descending. „You’re gonna make an exquisite corpse.”

„I’m… I’m n-not… a hunter!” you manage to spit out while clawing at his fingers for air.

He draws his eyebrows together in confusion, slightly loosening his grip, which allows you to pull the hidden machete out of your overknee boots. Before he could react, the blade glides over his neck effortlessly, but not deep enough to decapitate him. He immediately lets go and stumbles backwards, choking on the venom that’s invading his system. A small smile forms on your lips. The blade’s working. Honestly, you were quite certain it would, but in your line of work nothing brings more pleasure than getting proof up close. The blonde’s blood-curdling scream makes you realize she’s still there.

„He’s not human, girly! I ain’t gonna do anything to him he doesn’t deserve.” your reassuring speech doesn’t seem to comfort her at all, which results in you losing your patience and starting to yell „You know what, just get out of here! Move! NOW!!”

She never stops sobbing and trembling but does as you command her. With her gone, you turn back your attention to the vampire. He’s fallen to his knees, still choking. You can see the fear in his eyes - the kind you only see when they know they’re gonna die - and it gives you satisfaction.

„You know… you’re kind of not that ugly for a monster.” you give him a taste of his own medicine „You’re gonna make an exquisite headless corpse.”

A fraction of a second later his head rolls by his body and stops somewhere beside the dumpster.

Your mind is racing. Killing him on spot wasn’t exactly how you planned the whole ordeal. You wanted to follow them to the guys apartment, wait for the girl to go home, and get done with it there. The body would have been discovered days later and by then, you would’ve been at least two states farther... If you do a sloppy job and leave evidence the whole thing could be traced back to you and you definitely don’t want that. Your train of thought is disturbed by the man who landed on you. He seems to have gained conscousness and tries to get up. Boiling anger spreads through your veins as you stride to him and yank him up by his jacket, not being intimidated by the fact that in vertical he’s a lot taller than you.

„What the hell were you thinking, dude?! You almost got us both killed!” just as you finish your sentence the strong smell of alcohol hits you right in the face „Ugh, Jesus, man! Is there anything in that bar you didn’t drink??”

He shrugs, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles to ’water’ when the idea breaks through.

„Do you have a car, Abercrombie?” He nods. „Great. And do you have the keys as well?” Another nod. „Awesome. Where did you park?” He starts off but almost instantly trips in his own leg. If it’s not for you, he’d end up flat on his face. „Woah, woah… take it easy, buddy! You know what, just give me the keys and I’ll get the car. You wait here.” you extend your hand to him.

He eyes you up and down suspiciously but ends up handing you the keys anyway.

„It’s an Impala a… a block away… be careful with her. She’s my brother’s car.” he grumbled in a deep voice. The raw emotional expression on his face takes you aback and you comply, something which you rarely do.

„Okay… I will.”

You can’t help but smile at the room service guy’s awkardness as he puts down the breakfast you’ve ordered in front of you. Your satine bathrobe is a little too low cut and a little too short, which of course doesn’t escape his notice. The small pink blotches on his cheeks give him away instantly.

„Thank you, hotstuff!” you say winking when he’s finished serving. The compliment cathces him off-guard and he lets out a nervous laughter, then turns to leave, almost knocking off a vase in the process.

The door closes and you make a mental note to tipp well when you check out of the hotel. You’re definitely not a snob, but if you have a chance to choose between a run-down motel room or a hotel, it isn’t really a question. You can afford it, so why not? You pour yourself a huge cup of coffee, go over the bed and pull the curtains apart to check on Mystery Guy. Still comatose. Alright. You get back to the dining table and start to consume your meal when Mystery Guy begins to groan.

„Mornin’ Abercrombie!” you greet him as he’s scanning the environment squinting. His eyes pop wide open as soon as they land on you. Naturally, his first intinct is to search for his gun under his pillow.

„Lookin’ for this?” you swing the gun around your pointer finger. He pulls a face as he rubs his temple. „You see, I thought it would be your first move and I don’t like being pointed at with a gun, so…”

„You took it. Of cousre you did...” he tries to sit up but groans as pain shoots through his body.

„Easy, pal! You had what I’d call a rough night, I’m even surprised you’re in a condition to speak.”

He furrows his brows.

„Why? What happened last night?” a thought hits him and he checks under the covers. „Did we..did we uh… is that why I’m naked?”

You’re trying your best not to burst out laughing.

„You mean did we have wild and kinky sex and that’s why every fiber in your body is aching?” he nods shyly. „Nope. I’m not the reason for that, sorry. However, I am the reason that you are alive and kicking right now.”

„Care to ellaborate?”

„Sure. Last night you got so hammered that you went after a vampire without a single weapon. He was about to rip that pretty face of yours off, but then I stepped in and saved your bacon-”

„Speaking of… who’s that ’I’, exactly?” he interrupts.

„Very subtle... My name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. You weren’t a man of manners either, Abercrombie, so I’d appreciate a name drop as well.”

He seems to blush a little at your pet name for him.

„It’s Sam. Sam Winchester. So now you can stop calling me Abercrombie.”

You almost choke on your coffee. There is no way in hell... You saved Sam Freaking Winchester’s ass?

„You’re bluffing.” you finally manage to vocalize.

„No, I’m not. Why would I?”

You eye him for a while. He’s right. Why would he lie about something like that? From what you’ve heard, everyone around the Winchesters has a tendency of dying too soon and no sane man would want to pose as a death magnet by claiming he’s one of them if he’s actually not.

„Okay. Well then, I gotta say… you and your brother made yourselves quite a name amongst hunters. Although not everyone’s a fan…”

„Really?”

„Yeah. Rumor has it that you saved the world multiple times but only because you were the ones who almost brought an end to it multiple times.”

He swallows hard.

„Do you believe these rumors?”

„I don’t judge people based on stories I hear, Sam, I judge people based on their actions I see.”

He nods in agreement.

„Anyways, let’s get back to what happened last night. After I’d saved you, I got your car and put the corpse in the trunk – which by the way is still there – and since you couldn’t really tell me where you were staying at, I brought you here. During the ride you leaned in and started smelling my hair. Insisted it smelled like vanilla and strawberries. Then you wanted to puke out the window, but it wasn’t even rolled down, so yeah…That’s still there too.” the horrid look on his face earned a small laughter from you „Wait, this isn’t even the best part yet. When we got here it took me fifteen minutes of begging to get you in the shower and when you finally finished, you came out of the bathroom in your birthday suit.”

„You’re joking, right?!”

„Nope, I can’t say I am. But don’t worry, I’m a lady, I didn’t look.”

You can see the redness of embarrassment creeping to his face.

„God, I’m so sorry. This is humiliating.”

„Relax, it can happen to anyone.”

An awkward silence falls to the room, neither of you know what to say next. You want to ask him why he went after the vampire drunk but decide against it. It’s non of your business after all and you don’t want to get involved. The blade is working, your job is officialy done in this town. You eat the rest of your eggs and bacon in silence, then go to the bathroom and get ready to leave. Sam watches you curiously as you gather your stuff from the room and head to the door.

„There’s aspirin and water on the nightstand for your hangover and there’s some breakfast on the table. The room is going to be paid for for today so feel free to stay and rest a little.”

„Thanks, Y/N. For everything.”

„Yeah, you’re welcome... oh, and the next time you’re on a hunt, try not to get yourself killed, Winchester.”

„Okay, will do!” he shoots you a shy smile as farewell.

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