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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
99 Problems
Masterlist pt 1
Masterlist pt 2
*(y/n)'s POV*
"Drive faster, Dean." Sam shouts at him as we scream down the road. "I can’t! Are you okay?" Dean asked Sam, nodding to his wound on his shoulder. "Yeah, I’m amazing." Sam said as I lean forward from the backseat and place a rag over his shoulder, to help stop the bleeding.
"You ever seen that many?" asked Dean. "No." Sam replied. "No way, not in one place." I said. "What the hell?" Dean asked, annoyed, then we came up to a large vehicle that was on fire in the middle of the road and Dean stops the car. "Damn it!" Dean shouts and he backs up.
At that moment, Demons came out, smashed the windows of the car and try to drag the three of us out of the car. We do our best to fight them when, suddenly, water was sprayed on us and the demons let us go, screaming in pain.
"The hell?" I asked as I look out and see a group of people standing by a truck with a firehose and a man on top, holding a bullhorn to his mouth. He started to recite the exorcism and all of the demons scream and we exorcized out of their hosts' bodies.
"Well that’s something you don’t see every day." Dean said as we get out of the car and the man walks up to us. "You three alright?" He asked us as we stare around in shock. "Peachy." I said. "Be careful. It’s…dangerous around here." The guy said and he turns to walk.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." Dean said and the man turns back. "No need to thank us." He said, smiling. "No, hold up a sec! Who are you?" Dean asked him. "We’re the Sacrament Lutheran Militia." The man replied. "I’m sorry—the what?" I asked. "I hate to tell you this, but those were demons and this is the Apocalypse. So…buckle up." He said and the boys and I share a look. How the hell do these guys know about demons and the Apocalypse?
Minutes later, Dean opens the trunk of the Impala to the guy, Rob, and his partners then showed our weapons. Rob looks at this, impressed. "Looks like we’re in the same line of business." Sam said. "And among colleagues. That’s a police-issued shotgun. That truck is, uh…inspired." Dean said, gesturing at the truck and the group of men that saved us
"Where’d you guys pick up all this crap?" I asked our saviors. "You know you pick things up along the way." One of the men, Paul, said. "Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That’s all." Dean tells them. "We’re on the same team here. Just talk to us." Sam said and the guys give each other some looks before they look back at us. "Follow us." Rob tells us.
Rob and his group lead his to this small town, with a church that had guards and barriers around it. We get out and walk towards the church when I noticed the devil's trap symbol painted on the ground, in front of the entrance barrier.
We walked inside to see several people inside and a pastor at the other side of the church, with a couple standing before him. "Who would have thought the Apocalypse could be so romantic? Marriage, family—it’s a blessing. Especially in times like this. So hold on to that." The pastor said while I noticed all of the people in the pew were holding rifles.
"Wedding? Seriously?" Sam asked, scoffing. "Yeah. We’ve had eight so far this week." Paul replied and the boys and I share confused looks amongst each other.
"Congratulations! Yay!" Some of the churchgoers shouted to the newly wedded couple as they walk out of the church. We stood there outside of the church, watching the people, when the Pastor comes up to us. "So Rob tells me you three hunt demons." He said. "Uh…yes sir." I said and Dean nods. "You missed a few." The pastor teased as I noticed he had a gun holster wrapped around his right leg.
"Yeah. Tell us about it. Any idea why they’re here?" Sam asked him and the Pastor shakes his head. "They sure seem to like us, though. Follow me, gentlemen and lady." He said and he heads inside the church.
"So you’re a preacher?" Dean asked after we followed him into the church. "Not what you expected, huh?" the pastor said. "Well, dude, you’re packing." I pointed out and he shrugs. "Strange times." The pastor said and he turns to the right and opens the door, leading to a basement of people inside making weapons.
"Is that a twelve-year-old packing salt rounds?" Dean asked, stunned. "Everybody pitches in." The pastor said. "So, the whole church?" I asked. "The whole town." The pastor said. "A whole town full of hunters. I don’t know whether to run screaming or buy a condo." Dean said. "Well the demons were killing us. We had to do something." The pastor said.
"So why not call the National Guard?" Sam asked him. "We were told not to." The pastor said and I furrow my brow in confusion at this. "By who?" Sam asked but the pastor doesn’t answer. "Come on, Padre. You’re as locked and loaded as we’ve ever seen. And that exorcism was Enochian. Someone’s telling you something." Dean said. "Look, I’m sorry, I, uh, I can’t discuss it." The pastor said.
"Dad, it’s okay." A female voice said, behind us, and we turn to see a young woman with long light brown hair, a blue button up shirt, jeans and a gray cardigan. "Leah—" the pastor said but Leah continues. "It’s Sam and Dean Winchester and (y/n) (l/n). They’re safe. I know all about them." She said, which surprised me and the boys.
"You do?" I asked her. "Sure. From the angels." She said. "The angels. Awesome." Dean grumbles, annoyed. "Don’t worry. They can’t see you here. The…marks on your ribs, right?" Leah asked and we continue to stare at her.
"So you know all about us because angels told you?" Sam asked her. "Yes. Among other things." Leah replied. "Like the snappy little exorcism spell." I said. "And they show me where the demons are going to be, before it happens. How to fight back." She said.
"Never been wrong. Not once. She’s very special." The Pastor said as he walks over to Leah and places an arm around her, like a proud parent. "Dad…" Leah said, embarrassed. "And let me guess. Before you see something, you get a really bad migraine, you see flashing lights?" Dean asked her and she gives a stunned look to him.
"How’d you know?" She asked him. "‘Cause you’re not the first prophet we’ve met." I said and she looks between us, almost like she was surprised to hear this.
That night we were at a bar and I had my phone to my ear as I tried to call Cas, but he didn't answer so it went straight to voicemail. "You have reached the voicemail box of..." the automated voice said then it pauses and I hear Cas' voice. "I don’t understand why, why do you want me to say my name?" He asked and I hear him push buttons. "So that people will know who they're talking to, Cas." I hear Ariel say in the background as Castiel presses random buttons and I couldn't help but laugh alittle as the voicemail beeps.
"Cas, hey, uh, it’s me. So we are in Blue Earth, Minnesota, and um, we could use a little help. I…hope you get this." I said and I hang up. Ariel, unfortunately, doesn't have a phone as she relies on Castiel with the phone so it's a bit a pain in the ass to not get ahold of her.
"So, did you get a hold of Cas?" Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer, as I walk over to them. "Yeah, I left him a message. Don't know when or if he'll respond." I replied, taking the beer Sam handed me and sat down next to Dean. "So uh, what's your theory, guys? Why all of the demon hits?" Sam asked us. "I don't know. Gank the girl? The prophet, maybe?" Dean said and Sam shakes his head. "What?" I asked Sam. "Just these angels are sending these people to do their dirty work." Sam said.
"Yeah. And?" Dean asked. "And they could get ripped to shreds." Sam replied. "We're all gonna die, Sam. In like a month...maybe two. I mean it. This is the end of the world, but these people aren't freaking out. In fact, they're running to the exit in an orderly fashion. I don't know that that's such a bad thing." Dean said, taking another sip of his beer.
Sam and I stared at him, stunned. "Who says they're all gonna die? What ever happened to us saving them?" I asked. Dean stared back at us and before he could say anything we heard the church bells toll.
Everyone immediately got up and started leaving the bar. "Something I said?" Dean asked. "Paul. What's going on?" Sam asked him, when he started to walk past our table. "Leah's had another vision." He replied and he leaves and Sam turns to us.
"Wanna go to church?" Sam asked us. "You know me...downright pious." Dean replied, taking a swig of his beer. "You're alot of things, Dean, but pious...eh." I said and he gives me a deadpan look while I stick my tongue out at him. We left the bar and follow everyone to the church.
"Three miles off Talmadge Road." Pastor Gideon announced. Leah whispers in his ear. "Five miles. There are demons gathered. I...don't know how many, but a lot. Thank you, Leah." He said and his daughter took a seat. "So, who's going to join me?" Pastor Gideon asked, Rob raise his hand. "Wouldn't miss it." He said. "Someone's got to cover Rob's ass." Paul said, raising his hand. The two exchange smiles.
"We're in, Padre." Dean said, slightly raising his hand. "Thank you. I'd like to offer a prayer." Pastor Gideon said and everyone, but the boys and I, lower their heads. "Our Father in Heaven..."
"Yeah, not so much." Dean mumbled. As Pastor Gideon said his prayer, I notice instead of bowing his head to pray along with everyone, Paul pulls out a flask and raises it to a disapproving Rob. "Help us to fight in your name. We ask that you protect us from all servants of evil. Guide our hands in defeating them, and deliver us home, safely. Thank you, Amen." Pastor Gideon said and I lower my eyes to the ground.
We follow Pastor Gideon and his team to a house full of demon, and we, quickly, clear our varying combinations of rock salt rounds, exorcisms, holy water backpack-sprayer blasts, hand-to-hand combat and Ruby's knife. Together we were able to eliminate the demons within record time without anyone getting seriously hurt.
Sam sighs as we walk away from the house. "I guess that's what it's like, huh?" He said. "What?" I asked. "Having backup." Sam replied. "Yeah, it was really nice. And alot easier." I said as we return to our vehicles where we put our weapons away in the trunk.
"Dean. Sam. (y/n)." Dylan called, walking over to us. "Yo." Dean greeted, closing the trunk. "Hey. So, um, is-is that...is that cool that I get a ride back with you guys?" Dylan asked and Sam and I shrugged then Dean waved to Rob, letting him know it's okay. The pastor smiles and drives his trunk away with everyone else on board.
"Hey, you've saved my ass twice already. One more time, you can drive." Dean said to him. "Get a beer?" He then said to me. I open the cooler and pass two beers to Sam and Dean.
Dean waits until the trunk was further down the road before turning to Dylan. "Hey." He said and toss his beer across the car to Dylan. "You earned it. Don't tell your mom." He said. "Oh, believe me...I will not." Dylan said, turning his back to lean on the car.
I handed Dean another beer and we all open our cans. The boys and I tap our cans together and took a drink.
Suddenly, Dylan screams as he was pulled to the ground. Dean races around the car to help him while I drag a demon out from the other side and Sam kills it with the knife. "Dylan!" Dean yelled. Sam and I ran around the car to see Dean dragging Dylan out from under the Impala, I kneel down and help him. Only to realize that Dylan was already dead with his neck slit. "No." Dean muttered in regret while I gasped.
The church held a funeral for Dylan, the boys and I stood outside, watching from the door. We turn around when Rob and his grieving wife walk up. "Ma'am, we're just, um, very sorry." Dean said to her. "You know...this is your fault." Jane spat at him. Dean stares back at her with a guilty look. "Jane. Come on." Rob said, guiding her inside, and she gives us one last glare then heads inside the church. The boys and I share guilty looks and went inside, sitting in the back to avoid eyes.
"I wish I knew what to say. But I don't. I'm so sorry, Jane, Rob. There are no words. Dylan...I don't know why this happened. I don't know why any of this is happening. I got no easy answers. But what I do know is..." Pastor Gideon said, stopping when Leah falls out of her seat onto the floor.
"Leah, honey?" He said, going to her aid as it looked like Leah was having a seizure. "Leah, honey? Honey? It's okay sweetie. It's okay." Pastor Gideon assured her and helps her sit up. "Dad, it's Dylan." Leah said. "Just rest a minute, huh?" Pastor Gideon said.
"No, listen. Dylan's coming back." Leah said, causing the crowd to mutter in confusion. Leah stood up and stand before everyone. "Jane, Rob...It's going to be okay. You'll see Dylan again. When the final day comes, Judgement Day, he'll be resurrected and you'll be together again. We'll all be together. With all our loved ones. We've been chosen. The angels have chosen us. And we will be given paradise on earth. All we have to do is follow the angels' commandments." she said and I furrow my brow at this, that seemed a bit too coincidental for her to have a vision.
Later, the boys and I exit the church while Sam looks at a list that was handed out. "No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex." Sam listed off and scoffs. "Guys, they basically just outlawed ninety percent of your personalities." He said to us and I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, whatever. When in Rome." Dean replied and I turn my head to him.
"So, uh...you're cool with it?" I asked, confused. "I'm not cool. I'm not, not cool. I'm just, look, guys, I'm not a prophet. We're not locals. It's not my call. I'll catch up with you two." Dean said, walking off. "Dean..." I called out but he keeps walking and Sam and I exchange worry looks.
Sam and I went to the bar, where it was completely empty except for Paul cleaning the counter. "Hey. So what happened to, uh, the Apocalypse is good for business?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, right up until Leah's angel pals banned the good stuff. Wanna help me kill some inventory?" Paul asked, pointing at the bottles behind him.
"Sure." Sam said and we take a couple of seats on the bar stools. Paul took a bottle of the shelf and sets three glasses on the bar. "Don't get me wrong. I grew up here. I love this town, but uh, well, these holy rollers?" He said, sounding a but upset.
"Yeah, yeah, I uh, I noticed you're not the praying type." I pointed out and Paul nods, slightly. "Yeah, well, between you and me, neither are half those guys. A couple of months back, they're all in here, getting wasted, banging the nanny. Now they're all Warriors of God. Cheers." Paul said, holding up his glass.
"Cheers." Sam said and we all click our glasses together and swig them down. "Look, there's sure as hell demons. And maybe there is a God. I don't know. Fine. But I'm not a hypocrite. I never prayed before and I ain't starting now. If I go to hell, I'm going honest." Paul said, Sam and I nodded.
"How 'bout you two?" Paul asked us. "What about us?" I asked. "Not a true believer, I take it." Paul said. Sam and I share a look. "We believe, yeah. We do. We're just...Pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago." Sam said as I nod and Paul scoffs.
We drank some more alcohol until it was curfew and Sam and I were force to return to our motel room, where Dean was waiting on his bed. "Where you two been?" Dean asked us. "Drinkin'." Sam replied. "You rebels." Dean teased. "We'd have had more, um, but it was curfew." I said, a bit tired. "Right." Dean muttered. "You hear they shut down the cell towers?" I asked as Sam removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves.
"No. That's, uh, news to me." Dean said. "Yeah. No cable, internet. Total cut off from the 'corruption of the outside world.'" Sam said, using air quotes. "Huh." Dean muttered, unfazed.
"Don't you get it? They're turning this place into some kind of fundamentalist compound." I said, getting mad he was taking this seriously. "No, I get it." Dean replied, matter-of-factly. "And all you've got is a 'hmm?' What's wrong with you?" I asked Dean, worried. "I get it. I just don't care." Dean said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "What?" Sam and I asked, stunned.
"What difference does it make?" Dean asked, shrugging. "It makes a hell of a..." Sam said, then he stops and scoffs. Sam walks over to sit on the other bed in front of Dean and i next to Dean. "At what point does this become too far for you? Stoning? Poisoned Kool-Aid? The angels are toying with these people!" Sam explained.
"Angel world, angel rules, man." Dean grumbled. "And since when is that okay with you?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Since the angels' got the only lifeboats on the Titanic." Dean replied, getting up and brushing my hand off of him. "I mean, who exactly is supposed to come along and save these people? It was supposed to be us, but we can't do it." He said as he goes to pour himself a cup of coffee.
"So what? You wanna, you wanna just want to stop fighting, roll over?" Sam asked. "I don't know, maybe." Dean replied, shrugging, and took a sip of his coffee. Sam scoffs, shaking his head, while stare at him in disbelief. "Don't say that." I said, smiling painfully. "Why not?" Dean asked. "Cause you can't do this." I replied, stand up. "Actually, I can." Dean said.
"No you can't. You can't do this to me. To us" I said, gesturing between me and Sam as Sam stands up. "I got two things, two things, keeping me going. You think you're the only one white-knuckling it here, Dean? Aside for (y/n), I can't count on anyone else. I can't do this alone." Sam argued.
Dean sets his mug down and walks away, not saying anything. "Dean." I called out to him. "I got to clear my head." Dean said, grabbing his jacket. "It's past curfew." Sam said, but Dean ignores him and leaves. "It's past curfew." Sam muttered and I sigh and place my hands over my head.
"Sam, what is going on with him?" I asked. "I don't know." Sam mutters, shaking his head, and I sigh heavily and drop my arms down and let them swing on my sides for a bit. "I'm really worried about him." I said and Sam nods. "You're not the only one." Sam said and I sit down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor.
Later, I was skimming through a book but my mind couldn't focus on the words on the book. I pack the book away and take out another one. "I got your message." I heard a voice say behind me. I turn around to see Castiel looking in the fridge. "It was long, your message. And I find the sound of your voice grating." He growls as he closes the fridge. "What's wrong with you?" I asked him, confused.
Castiel wobbles for a bit as he continues to look through the fridge. "Are you...drunk?" Sam asked him. Castiel turns to look at us. "No!" He said, falling forward a bit and grabbing hold of the divider to save himself. Sam and I raise our eyebrows and Castiel leans on the divider for support. "Yes." He said.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked, Castiel sighs. "I found a liquor store." He said, resting his head on the divider. "And?" I asked. "And I drank it!" Castiel exclaimed, like it was so obvious. "Where's Ariel?" I asked him. "I don't know..." he mumbles, drunkly, as he shrugs.
"Why'd you call me?" Castiel asked as he pushes off the divider and wobbles his way over to us. "Whoa. There you go. Easy." Sam said as he and I put our hands on his chest so he wouldn't fall over. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. Castiel looks at him and motions for him to lean closer. Sam does so and Castiel leans in close to his ear. "Don't ask stupid questions." He said.
Sam makes a face and pulls away. "Tell me what you need." Castiel said as he goes to take a seat on the bed. "T-there have been these...these demon attacks. Massive, right on the edge of town. And we can't figure out why they're..." I explained.
"Any sign of angels?" Castiel asked. "Sort of. They've been speaking to this prophet." I said. "Who?" Castiel asked. "This girl, Leah Gideon." Sam said. "She's not a prophet." Castiel said. "I'm pretty sure she is. Visions, headaches...the whole package." Sam said. "The names of all the prophets, they're seared into my brain. Leah Gideon is not one of them." Castiel said and Sam and I look at him, stunned. "Then what is she?" I asked him.
The next day, Dean finally returns to the motel room and Sam and I look up at him. "We went out looking for..." Sam said as he and I stand up from the sofa. But he pauses when we see blood on Dean's hands. "Oh my God, Dean! You alright?" I asked him, worried, as I run up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, looking him over.
Dean glances down to his bloody hands. "Yeah. It's...it's not my blood. Paul's dead." He said and my eyes widen. "What?!" Sam and I asked, shocked. "Jane shot him." Dean replied.
"It's starting." Castiel said. "What's starting? Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked him, angrily. "On a bender." Castiel replied, with an attitude. "Did he...did you say on a bender?" Dean asked, looking at Sam and I, while pointing at Castiel.
"Yeah. He's still pretty smashed." Sam said, patting the angel on his shoulder. "It is not of import." Castiel said, holding up his hand. "We need to talk about what's happening here." He grumbled.
"Well, I'm all ears." Dean said as I remove my hands off of him and he walks over to the sink to wash his hands. "Well, for starters...Leah is not a real prophet." I said, as I sit back down. Dean turns off the sink then looks over his shoulder at us. "Well, what is she, exactly?" He asked, picking up a rag to dry his hands.
"The whore." Castiel said which stuns Dean a bit. "Wow. Cas, tell us what you really think." Dean said. "She rises when Lucifer walks the Earth. And she shall come, bearing false prophecy." Castiel said and he points at the book in front of him. "This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds. Book of Revelation calls her the Whore of Babylon." He explained as Dean walks over to sit on the chair next to me.
"Well, that's catchy." Dean mutters, sarcastically. "The real Leah was probably killed months ago." I said. "What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked. "They're under her control." Castiel replied. "And the Enochian exorcism?" Dean asked.
"Fake. It actually means, you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat." Castiel said, smiling amused. The boys and I exchange confused look and Castiel looks between us, waiting for our reactions. "It's funnier in Enochian." He said, disappointed.
"So the demons smoking out...that's just a con? Why? What's the endgame?" Dean asked. "What you just saw...innocent blood spilled in God's name." Castiel said. "You heard all that heaven talk. She manipulates people." Sam said. "To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns. Awesome." Dean grumbled as he gets up.
"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it's...just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit." Castiel explained. "Alright. So, then, how do we go Pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?" Dean asked him.
Later that night, Castiel puts down a wooden stake on the table in front of us and we stare at it then back at Cas. "The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon." He explained. "Great. Let's ventilate her." Dean said, picking up the stake. "It's not that easy." Castiel said, shaking his head slightly. "'Course not." Dean grumbled and Sam takes the stake from him to look at it.
"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven." Castiel said as pouring himself a cup of water from the sink. "Servant, like..." I started to say. "Not you. Or me. Or Dean. Sam, of course, is an abomination." Castiel said and Sam give him an offended look. "Cas, that's a bit uncalled for." I said to the angel. "It's okay, (y/n)." Sam muttered. "We'll have to find someone else." Castiel said then he takes a sip of his water.
We decided on Pastor Gideon and Castiel left to retrieve him. A wind blows through the room follow by the sounds of wings flapping and Castiel appears with the pastor. "What the hell was that?" Pastor Gideon asked, stunned. "Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat." Dean said To him as Gideon turns to us.
We then went on to explain everything to Pastor Gideon, who looks at the cypress stake and shakes his head. "No. She's my daughter." He said, sniffing. "I'm sorry, but she's not. She's the thing that killed your daughter." I said. "That's impossible." Pastor Gideon said, shaking his head in disbelief. "But it's true. And deep down, you know it. Look, we get it-it's too much. But if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people. And damn the rest to hell." Sam said.
"It's just..." Pastor Gideon started to say. Dean picks up the stake and holds it out to him. "Why does it have to be me?" He asked. "You're a Servant of Heaven." Castiel said, leaning on the divider. "And you're an angel." Pastor Gideon said, turning his head to look at him. "Poor example of one." Castiel replied. Pastor Gideon turns back to us, staring at the stake Dean was still holding out to him.
We went back to the church, hiding in the office and waiting for Leah. Eventually she enters the room and looks into a mirror in the wardrobe that shows her true face. She closed the wardrobe and sees Castiel there. He grabs Leah and holds her for Pastor Gideon, who went up to them stake raise. "Daddy! Don't hurt me!" Leah pleaded. "Gideon, now!" Sam yelled but Pastor Gideon was hesitating. Leah chants in Enochian, putting a spell on Castiel. "Pizin noco iad." Castiel screams, letting her go and falling to the floor.
Leah uses a form of telekinesis to push us away, sending us slamming into the wall. She runs off while we get up. Pastor Gideon picks up the stake and chases after her. "Gideon! Wait! No!" I yelled as we run after him, leaving Castiel groaning on the ground.
We enter the basement to see three guys fighting Pastor Gideon, causing him to lose the stake. We run over and attack the men, knocking them to the floor and off of Pastor Gideon. People began screaming and banging on the door of the storage room, begging to be let out. Rob goes over to the door with a lighter but Sam and I tackle him before he can light the kerosene, and then I throw the lighter across the room.
Jane runs over to attack me but Sam got in her way and began fighting her, while I fight Rob and Dean gets knock down by Leah.
Dean reaches for the cypress stake as Leah pins him down. "Please. Like you're a servant of Heaven. This is why my team's gonna win. You're the great vessel? You're pathetic, self-hating, and faithless. It's the end of the world. And you're just gonna sit back and watch it happen." She said.
Dean grabs the stake, punches Leah, and stakes her. "Don't be so sure, whore." He growled. At that moment, Rob and Jane stop fighting with Sam and I to watch what happen in shock.
Leah's body shakes and the stake catches on fire. It explodes, leaving a burning hole where it entered her body. "But...I don't understand. How are we supposed to get to paradise now?" Jane asked, stunned, after a
"I'm sorry. Pretty sure you're headed in a different direction." Dean replied to her. Pastor Gideon attempts to stand but he was struggling, so Sam and I grab him and help him up. "Gotcha." Sam said. Once on his feet, Pastor Gideon looks down at his daughter in shock. "Come on." Dean said to us.
We retrieved Castiel and exit the the church from the basement. Dean helps Castiel up the stairs while Sam and I help Pastor Gideon. "Dean, how did you do that?" I asked. "What?" Dean asked. "Kill her." I replied. "Long run of luck held out, I guess." Dean said. "Last I checked, she could only be ganked by a servant of Heaven." I said.
"Well, what do you want me to tell you? I saw a shot. I went for it." Dean said, a bit annoyed. We reach the Impala where Dean walks around to the driver's side. "Alright. Here we go." He said and the boys open the doors to the backseat and we help Castiel and Pastor Gideon get in the car. "Watch your head, now." Sam said to Pastor Gideon.
"Are you gonna do something stupid?" I asked Dean, across the top of the car. "Like what?" Dean asked me. "Like Michael stupid." I replied. "Come on, (y/n). Give me a break." Dean said, opening the driver's door and getting in. I glare at Dean then turn to Sam, worried.
Back at the motel, Castiel was laying on Sam's bed, staring at nothing. I pace the floor as Sam was wrapping bandages around Pastor Gideon's arm while he held an ice bag his his bandage forehead. "How's the head?" Dean asked him. "I'm seeing double. But that may be the painkillers." Pastor Gideon replied then chuckles. "You'll be okay." Dean said. "No." Pastor Gideon said, shaking is head.
Dean stares at him for a moment, then he looks over at me. "(Y/n), come with me." He said and I was a bit shocked about this. "I need help to go get some medical supplies since we ran out, that's all." He said and I eye him, warily. "Okay." I said and we head to the door. "We'll be back." I said to Sam and he nods as Dean and I leave the room, get into the Impala and take off.
*3rd Person POV*
"Dean, where the hell are we going?" (Y/n) asked after a few minutes of silence. She noticed that Dean left the town and drove pass a small store that would've definitely had some medical supplies and bandages.
Dean couldn't talk as he does everything to prepare for what he was gonna do, or what he was gonna say that is. It's for the best... he thought as he stays silent. I just need her to be safe and away...from me. He thought. "Dean, please, you're scaring me." (Y/n) said, worried. "I lied about getting supplies..." he said and she scoffs. "Well, that's obvious." She quips.
"I just...I just want to talk to you, alone." He said and (y/n) eyes him. "Okay..." she said, unsure, then Dean takes a turn and drives down a road til they come up to a white farm looking house and (y/n) recognize it as another one of her father's safe house.
Dean pulls up to the house, shuts the engine off then gets out of the car and goes over to the front end of the car and leans against it. (Y/n) stares at him then she gets out of the car and goes up to Dean and places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey...is everything okay?" She asked him.
He looks down as he preps himself on what he was gonna say and pushed back all the emotions he was feeling away as he gets ready for the storm that was about to happen.
“I think we should break up.” Dean said, simply, and there was silence, not even the birds or bugs made a noise. (Y/n) stares at him, confused. “Excuse me?” She asked. “It’s just not…working. It’s not you, it’s me. I just think that’s what’s best.” Dean admitted. “Are…are you being serious?” (Y/n) asked.
“We’re not right together. You’re Lil’ Miss Perfect and I’m Mr. Screw-Up. I just want to stop pretending we’re something we’re not. You don’t belong with me. It’s over.” Dean explained and (y/n) looks at him, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening right now.
“You…you can't just say that. You-you can’t just say it’s over. It’s not over. You can’t decide that, I’m in this too.” (Y/n) stammered. Dean closes his eyes tightly, inhaling and preparing himself.
When he opens his eyes, Dean masks all his true emotions behind an expressionless face as he turns to face her. “I don’t want to be with you. My feelings have changed.” He said in a rough voice, barely able to get it out.
(Y/n) stares at him, completely bewildered. She knew in her heart he was lying, or maybe she wanted to believe he was lying. It took a long moment for (y/n) to articulate her emotions and figure out what to say to such a harsh statement.
“After all we been through. Everything that you've done. Everything that I've done. It’s just been all for nothing?” She asked and Dean stares at her for a moment. “Yeah…it has.” He said in a low voice, still showing no emotion.
(Y/n) looks at him heartbroken but then she gets angry and slaps Dean across the face. “You’ve told a lot of crappy lies before but this one takes the cake.” She growled. Dean turns his head back to look at her, keeping up that expressionless face and acting unfazed even though his heart was breaking.
“You know, when we ran into each other in Jericho and I saw you after…what a few years? I saw this guy who I’ve know all my life. The guy I had a stupid little girl crush on. But those feelings never went away, they only got stronger because you were…well you were Dean. Funny, charming, handsome. You flirted around, but could take no for answer. You could be incredibly sweet in your own way. And you were strong, you’d protect me, but you also got me. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with.” (Y/n) explained.
Dean nodded and looks down as she continues, unable to hold eye-contact with her. “I don’t think I’ve ever really loved anyone until you.” (Y/n) admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. The corner of Dean’s lips twitches as he restrains himself from speaking up and taking everything back.
“You hear what I’m saying?” (Y/n) asked, getting closer but Dean doesn’t answer. (Y/n) shoves him in frustration, forcing him to look at her. “I love you, you idiot!” She shouted, tearfully.
Dean finds his footing and looks at her, his motionless face beginning to crack, showing a glimpse of regret in his eyes. “And I know you still love me. You told me so yourself that you knew your feelings for me were real! So don’t you DARE stand there and tell me it’s all been for nothing!” (Y/n) said in anguish.
Dean stares at her, taking everything she just confessed in. (Y/n) stands there, trying to fight back the tears as she waits for a response. “I’m sorry…but it does.” Dean said in a harsh whispered. (Y/n) felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest like never before.
Dean was telling himself this is what’s best. He doesn't want her to get hurt and even with her being Ariel’s vessel, he doesn't want to take that chance. She needs to go so in that way he’ll knows she'll be safe.
Seeing (y/n) about to break down in tears, Dean turns himself away, desperate to ignore it. If he sees her fall apart, he knows he will too. “Now get inside the house.” He said, harshly. (Y/n) breaths shakily, wiping her eyes and trying to maintain her composure. “You can’t get rid of me that easy, Winchester.” She said, tears in her voice.
“I don't want you near or around me.” Dean said, keeping his back towards her so she couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “Too bad, I’m staying.” (Y/n) said, glaring at him as the tears ran down her cheeks.
Dean looks over his shoulder at her and saw tears running down her face and he turns his head away. His heart shattered when seeing her like this and he closes his eyes, tightly, as he fights back the oncoming tears. Dean let's out a sigh then he gets into the driver’s seat of the Impala and shuts the door.
(Y/n) wipes away her tears then goes over to the passenger seat and goes to grab the door handle but Dean had already locked the door. "Dean, open the door." (Y/n) said in a low voice. Dean ignores her as he starts the car. "Dean, open the damn door!" (Y/n) said, louder and angrier, as she pulls on the door handle again.
Again, Dean doesn't listen and he shifts in gear. "DEAN WINCHESTER, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" (y/n) yells but then Dean takes off, leaving (y/n) behind.
She stands there, shocked, as she stares after the Impala as it takes off, dust from the dirt billowing behind it. Dean looks up at the rearview mirror to see her standing there for a moment then she places her hands over her face and falls to her knees.
Seeing this made fresh tears fall on Dean's face as he keeps going on down the road. After putting a few miles between him and (y/n), he comes up to a rest stop, which had no vehicles around, and pulls in and parks. Anger and sadness overcame him as he gets out of the Impala and walks over to the door to the men's bathroom.
He stops and stares at the door and the wooden sign that said Men. Suddenly, he punches it then continues to punch it, letting out his anger, frustration and his pain onto the sign and the door. The sign was completely destroyed and Dean grabs the remains of the sign and throws it on the ground.
"SONUVABITCH!" He cries out, in anguish, and he stops and he leans against the wall of the bathroom building and slides down it and sits down. He places his hands over his face as he catches his breath, tears running down his face.
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MY REASON | THREE
pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: angst, character death, fluff, tooth-rotting love, depression, trauma, limes, profanity, i’ll add more if i remember
a/n: so this is a rottmnt movie fic, with heavy emphasis on the time during the apocalypse. and i spell Kraang like this. i just feel like it makes sense. oh, and Leo gets sent into the portal along with Casey. this is so self-insert omg
( 6 months later )
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The sound of explosions and lasers roared echoed through the air as you and Casey supported Leo, the gash in his side making it hard for him to run.
The amount of smoke in the air was making hard to see at this height, so you turned your sights to the sky.
“Axis! I need some aerial cover!” You called to your star pupil, who was soaring overhead.
“On it!” She nodded, turning to the incoming Kraang bot and taking a deep breath. “CAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”
Her sonic caw made the entire area shake, the Kraang bots within its range shattering.
“Atta girl!” You smiled up at her, Axis shooting you a wink before flying off to help the others.
Leo began stumbling a bit, but Casey readjusted his grip, offering the turtle more support. “I got you, Sensei. Stay with me,” he assured, slightly muffled by his mask.
“You’re a life-saver, Casey Jones,” Leon smiled, thankful.
Out the corner of your eye, you saw a pack of Kraang hounds coming your way, so you pointed your fist at them, shooting a beam of blazing, orange fire.
The Kraang had laid siege to the Base and decimated everything. April stayed back to buy you some time, but who knows what had happened to her.
There was nothing but chaos everywhere, the last bit of our forces just fighting to keep themselves alive.
Hell, you did even know where the younglings were, which was why you were heading to First Cave right now.
“Come on, we’re almost there,” Casey lifted his mask with a smile as we ran up this hill, the head of Lady Liberty resting at the top.
Overhead, a Kraang Mech pointed its glowing eye at us, firing up its laser.
“Gimme a sec!” You exclaimed, quickly moving from under Leo’s arm and flying up to the robot.
“Mom!” Casey worriedly shouted.
You ignited yourself into flame and dove straight through the thing’s metal armor, its eye becoming dull as you flew out the other side, turning off your flames and getting right back up under Leo.
“Sorry for the wait,” you panted with a smile.
The turtle turned to you with a love-struck smile and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.
“Watch out!” Casey exclaimed, Kraang hounds about to attack us from behind.
You let out a startled scream and Leo tackled you and Casey to the ground, shielding the both of you with himself.
“Bad doggies!” a familiar voice exclaimed, blasting the dogs away.
‘Oh, thank God.’
“Impeccable timing, little brother. Very dramatic,” Leo smirked as we turned around, Mikey in all his mystic glory floating in front of us.
His eyes glowed as he sat criss-cross in mid-air, swirling his arms around to create his infinity chain.
You and Casey propped Leo up on a pile of rocks, Mikey hovering over to you three.
“Help him, guys. He’s hurt bad,” Casey asked, frantically looking between you and Mikey.
You sighed and gave Leo an apologetic look, him taking your hand in his as he gave you a firm nod.
“This is going to hurt,” you sighed, igniting a small fire in your hand, pressing it into his gash.
He let out a hoarse yell of pain and you winced, taking your hand away after a few more seconds.
“Tha...Thanks, (n/n),” he panted, lifting his gaze from his cauterized wound, to the fighting ensuing below the hill.
“That’s it. The resistance failed. The Kraang won.”
You looked behind you, the opening of First Cave right there, but no children in sight.
“The kids....they’re not here,” you said shakily, tearing your stare from the cave as quick as you could.
This entire situation of gone from bad to nightmarish.
“But it isn’t over. We’ve still got a ninja’s greatest weapon...hope,” Leon smiled, slowly turning to his brother.
“That and a badass mystic warrior.”
You suddenly realized what he meant and you smiled, your last sliver of hope returning.
‘This is it.’
“Mikey, we need a time gateway,” Leo asked, giving him a serious look.
Mikey’s brow bones furrowed, “It’ll take everything I have.”
“I know, but this is our last chance. It’s our only chance,” Leo sighed, clutching his side.
Mikey gave him a firm nod before floating off to the side, rolling up his cape.
“Wait, what’s going on? Where is he going?” Casey asked frantically, confused.
“Casey, listen,” Leo ordered, the boy quickly turned his attention to his teacher. “The Kraang first came to our planet through a mystic doorway.”
Leo took out a group picture of all six of you, the boys, April, and you, and flipped it over, drawing picture of the Kraang key
“The key that opened the doorway looked like this,” he continued, handing the photo to Casey.
“Why are you telling me this?” Casey asked, still very much confused.
You sighed, “Because Mikey is about to sen you back in time to the day that the key was stolen.”
His eyes went wide in shock. “Wait! He’s gonna WHAT?!”
“The people that stole the key opened the doorway for the Kraang. You have to find it before that happens. Find the key, stop the Kraang,” Leo continued, his tone firm.
“But, Sensei--.” “Say it!” Leo ordered, grabbing Casey’s shoulder.
“Find the key, stop the Kraang,” Case repeated, a slight tinge of fear in his eye.
He looked down sadly, before looking back up at the two of you.
“I don’t wanna lose you guys.”
You and Leo gave him a warm smile, one of your hands resting on each of his shoulders.
“Casey, it’s not about us--.” Suddenly, a bright red light shone on you, another Kraang Mech preparing for attack.
“They found us!” Casey exclaimed, whirring up his chainsaw-hockey stick.
You and Leo jumped up to fight as well, only for more light to shine on you from behind.
Another Kraang Mech.
“Mikey!” Leo called to his brother, the portal still not ready.
The orange clad turtle was beginning to flake away, and he gave himself a somber look before increasing the power, pulling the portal wider with painful yells.
“Master Michelangelo, no! You’re gonna--!” Mikey turned around, shooting Casey a quick wink before he gave it a final pull, the portal ready, and the mystic warrior gone.
Leo looked away sadly and you placed an assuring hand on your husband’s shoulder.
That’s when you noticed the Kraang Mech from behind the portal, its sights set on Leo.
‘NO!’
In one motion, you moved in front of your husband, the laser going through you instead.
You gasped at the sudden volcano of pain, Leo looking at you completely destroyed as your blood splattered over his plastron.
Your eyes traveled down your body to see that, luckily, you hadn’t been completely eviscerated, but a golf ball sized hole was now in the center of your chest.
“MOM!” Casey screamed as you flopped into Leo’s arms, your breathing incredibly shallow.
Leo looked down at you in disbelief, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared down at the hole.
“No, no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening,” he muttered to himself, clutching your body close to him.
“P...ortal......now,” you said hoarsely, reminding your husband of what needed to be done.
He drew a shaky breathe, nodding, and lifted his gaze to look dead at Casey. “You gotta get in that portal,” he ordered, the sound of a whirring laser from behind getting louder and louder.
“What?! No! I’m not leaving you!” Casey cried, the tears pouring down his cheeks at the sight of his mother.
“Casey, I don’t have a lot of time. I love you more than anything in the world, and right now, I need you to go. I will always be there for you, Case,” you quickly said, using up most of your energy.
He shook his head, not wanting to believe this was happening. Leo grunted, grabbed him by the shoulder, flinging him into the portal.
“See you on the other side, kid,” he smiled through tears, his son disappearing through the gate.
“Le...o. Sta...nd me up,” you asked, your head laying limply on his chest.
He quickly complied, cupping your cheek in his hand as you looked up at him.
“Guess we were right. We will be together ‘til the end,” he smiled, bitter-sweetly, the laser almost ready to fire.
You guiltily sighed, mustering up the rest of your energy.
“I’m sorry, Leon. But I gotta break our promise.”
You gave him a quick, hot kiss on the lips before breaking away, shoving him into the portal, hard.
“(N/N)!” he screamed, holding his hand out to reach you.
You smiled, falling to your knees as the darkness began creeping into your vision.
You stuck your tongue out and threw down a peace sign before the giant beam struck you, turning your body into nothing but dust.
And there went your best friend, your family, your husband, your everything.
At long last, the Kraang had won.
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"You're Not Alone"
Heres my Holiday Harbinger gift for @metallinemenace I hope you enjoy it. It was fun writing about these more minor characters from the game :)
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The familiar creak of the metal greeted him as he opened the locker.
He let out a hushed groan as he felt his body adjusting to the weight of his C-sec emblazoned armour. The dull pain of the old wound near his shoulder made itself felt as usual, but he did his best to ignore it, to forget it as he tried to do with all things that reminded him of the war. A war that, even though its guns had been silent for 3 decades, still raged within him.
He donned his gear in the silence of the empty locker room, the others were rarely on duty at this early hour.
Arriving at his outpost in the Augtaus district in the Wards, he placed his hand in the scanner and closed his eyes as the rays of light of the VI scanner fell on him.
"Welcome, officer Quinctilius Varus" the automated voice said as the doors hissed open.
Sitting in his chair, he began eyeing the security monitors as he connected his omnitool to the external extranet so that he could watch the newest chapter of the Pax Turiana, the famous series about historical battles in turian history that was made to directly compete with the version being broadcasted by the Alliance news network. Making sure everything was in order, he leaned back into the chair, letting the background noise soothe him into sleep.
"Connection lost"
The sound of the synthetized voice made him snap awake. His omnitool came alive, flashing in red the words the VI just said. He tried to connect to other channels, but the whole Palaven network had suddenly become unreachable.
Then, a message appeared.
"Citizens of the Turian Hierarchy! This is an emergency broadcast from the office of Primarch Valerian. Be ready to receive the message!"
He knew what this meant, and he remembered the last time this happened, almost 34 years ago to the day.
The pain in his old wound flared up as he felt a shiver going up and down his spine, his hands denting the metal of the chair as he tightly gripped them, one thought, one single word crossing his mind.
"War"
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Turamus, Erunerla system
The deafening horns were getting closer.
The crowds at the spaceport screamed as the cacophony of war enveloped them. The explosions, the gunfire, the fighter jets roaring overhead, the grotesque shrieking of the monstrosities the Reapers had unleashed.
And in front of the crowds, 3 Alliance ships were fueling and getting ready to depart.
The last ships that would leave the planet.
"There is no more room!" The soldier shouted into the man's face.
"Then just take our daughter. Please!" The woman beside him screamed.
The soldier remained silent for a moment seemingly lost in thought, before nodding and moving aside to let the young girl inside.
"Mom, dad, what's happening?"
"Get on the shuttle, love. We'll be on the one that leaves right after"
"But…"
"It'll be alright. We promise. We will arrive soon. Wait for us on the Citadel"
The girl's screams were silenced as the soldier dragged her inside and closed the door.
The ship trembled and fired into outer space, leaving the dying world and its people behind.
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Handling refugees was not what he had been trained for. Nonstop waves of people coming from all corners of the galaxy looking for safety and comfort, and he was part of the undermanned post making sure they were all registered and processed.
"Move on, Quintus. My turn" Lysaia, one of his few friends in the force said as she tapped his shoulder.
"Took your time"
"Yes, yes. 2 minutes late. The horror of it. The tragedy" the asari said as she took his place at the desk "Why don't you go get some sleep? Come back in a few hours. You could use the rest"
Quintus flashed her a half smile as he stood. He thought about getting some rest, but seeing the masses of people in the docks made him decide to go patrol, to make sure everything was in order.
Varus first saw the girl sitting alone near one of the checkpoints. She was one of the few humans on this portion of the docks.
Her eyes drifted back and forth from the entrance to the docks to her omnitool. It was as if she was waiting for someone to come from one of the many ships outside.
The turian paid her no further attention as he kept doing his round in the rest of the docks.
He returned a few hours later. The lights had already been dimmed to help the refugees get some sleep.
And the girl was still there. She was yawning, eyes barely open, but she still kept looking at the entrance.
Varus had gotten familiar with those desperate looks by now.
The look of waiting for someone that would not show up.
He took a deep breath, and walked towards her.
"Hello there"
The girl looked towards him quickly, clearly startled as her concentration had been broken.
"Uhm, hello, Officer"
"Are you well? You seem concerned" Varus reprimanded himself in his mind after saying that. Concern was a feeling that had become all too common in the last few days.
"I'm alright. I'm just waiting for my parents"
"Your parents? When do you think they will get here?'
"They told me they would take the shuttle after mine. I thought they'd arrive today, but no luck. Maybe they'll get here tomorrow"
Varus lowered his sight towards the floor for a moment. He didn't need to know more of the girl's story for his mind to come to the realisation about what had most likely happened to her parents.
"I'm sure they'll be here in a few days. Where did you come from?"
"Turamus, on the Erunerla system. Its a pretty big place"
Quintus frowned. The Erunerla system had gone dark in the first few days of the Reaper attack, and the Alliance had lost several ships in a foiled evacuation effort. Still, he would keep that information to himself.
"I understand. Were you given a place to stay?"
"Yes, I'm with a group of humans in the containers in section 2C. Most of them are from Earth. I've never been"
"I went once. Part of a training mission with the Alliance"
"How was it? Earth, I mean"
"We were in a region called Atacama. It was a massive desert. It's surprising how many deserts there are. The planet looks almost entirely made of water when seen from space"
"I've never seen a desert; Eramus is a garden world, lots of plants and water there."
"Those are usually the ones the Alliance goes for. It's easier for development. By the way, do you have a sleeping bag, water, food, or a change of clothes?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically "I am ready and stocked. I prepared all these things with my mom and dad. There's also a lot of dehydrated food where I'm staying. Not too tasty, but it's energising"
A ping from his omnitool caught Varus' attention. It wasn’t his shift yet, but his colleagues needed assistance.
“Look, I have to go, but if you need anything, I’ll be around, ok? Come find me if you need anything"
"Sure thing" the girl answered with a smile. Quintus smiled back and disappeared amidst the wave of crowds that filled the docks.
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The artificial daylight cycle was just starting as Varus reached his post. A familiar face greeted him with a smile as he approached.
"Good day"
"Good day, officer" the girl answered "You're here early"
"It's a habit that's ingrained into us in the military. It stays with you all your life"
"Oh. I understand"
"Waking up early gives you more time to do things. You can have a more productive day" Varus answered as he started browsing the logs from the checkpoint's Avina server. "Also, I don't think you told me your name"
"Alana Ríos. Nice to formally meet you, officer Varus"
The turian smiled back as he gave her a slight nod.
"How are things near where you're staying? Sleeping well?"
"Not really. Too many people, too much noise. Plus, I need to be awake to check if my parents have arrived, or to see if they've tried to contact me through the extranet"
"Ah, I see" Varus replied "What are your parents called?"
"Jorge and Lucy Ríos"
"How about this? I'll keep alert in case your parents arrive or I hear from them, and you get some proper sleep. Getting enough sleep is important"
"You promise to tell me as soon as you hear something?"
"I promise"
The girl's face seemed to glow as a smile showed up on her face.
"Thank you, officer"
"Please, call me Quintus. And you're welcome"
"Alright. But only if you call me Alana"
"I can do that"
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Quintus walked up to the containers which had been turned into makeshift rooms by the refugees. The waves of people had only grown as the Reapers continued their relentless advance across the galaxy, and now these containers were housing up to four people each.
"Alana!" Quintus shouted to make himself heard over all the noise in the area "It's me, Quintus"
Shortly after, he saw her jumping down from the container and walk towards him. The expression on her face made his stomach sink.
"Hello, Quintus"
"Alana, are you alright? Are you feeling sick? Has someone been bothering you?"
"No, it's fine. Everything is fine. It's just… It's been 2 months, and…"
The girl started sobbing. Quintus stretched out his arm and placed it on her shoulder.
"Alana…"
"If you're going to say what I think you are, then just don't"
He sighed "I have to. About your parents…"
"I already know they're not coming. I’m not stupid. I know that…"
Quintus placed his hand on his shoulder “Listen to me. Loss is never easy. You'll feel as if the world is emptier, as if there's no reason to keep going. Trust me, I know loss"
“I don't”
“But you have to resist. It's what your parents would have wanted. Honour your parents by not giving up. You are safe, you have food, water, shelter. They would be happy knowing that you are safe.”
The girl sobbed. Quintus stretched out his other hand, and covered her with his.
"Your parents made sure you got this chance. You can honour them by living the best life you possibly can. It's what they would have wanted"
The girl just cried in silence.
"Here" Quintus said as he reached for the back of his armour, and pulled out a medium sized metallic square.
"What is it?" Alana asked, staring at the square as she wiped the tears from her face.
"This is a blank VI. A virtual intelligence like the ones you probably had at school or at your home back on Enura"
Tapping one of the buttons in the square, two small human figures without features were projected in a white and blue light.
"If you connect your omnitool to the VI, you can ask it to find pictures and recordings of your parents, and you could set up the VI based on their personalities. Its a bit old. I had it at home gathering dust. But I thought that you would like it too… you know, with your parents and everything"
Alana smiled, her face beaming with a joy that seemed to have replaced the sadness, even if for just a moment "Thank you so much, Quinths. I'll go set it up right away"
"You're welcome. I have to return to the checkpoint now, but I will be back later. Let me know if you could get it working.
"Will do" Alana replied as she climbed back up towards her container.
Quintus smiled before turning and walking amongst the crowds to reach his post.
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”Everything will be alright, Alana. We love you”
Alana smiled as she turned off the VI. Things had gotten slightly better at the camp over the last few weeks. More… manageable.
A message appeared in her omnitool.*"I hear Commander Shepard and some crewmembers of the Normandy shall be arriving today to talk to the refugees, Alana. Would you like to go see them?"*
Alana giggled as she made her way down the container and started walking towards the checkpoint. Today was going to be a good day.
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HELP ME
Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Oc
Oc's name- Alyssa Carlyle
WARNING-VIOLENCE, BAD LANGUAGE AND CHILD ABUSE FLUFF AT THE END
SYNOPSIS- WHAT HAPPENS WHEN LUCY AND ALYSSA’S MOTHER TURNS UP AT THE AGENCY TO BRING THEM HOME TO THE SHITTY TOWN THEY CALL HOME?
ALYSSA’S POV
Our mother had turned up at the agency 20 minutes ago. She had told Luce and I to go ‘Pack up all of our shit because we were going home.’ Lucy started to argue back but I grabbed her arm and dragged her up to the attic so she could pack her stuff up. She was crying not wanting to leave Lockwood and Co because it had become our home. I told her to wait up there. I was the oldest twin so I had to stand up to my mother more. ‘Mother where the fuck are you? You bitch. Making Luce and I leave the only real home we have ever known.’ I screamed through the house. My mother rounded the counter faster than light and slapped my face. ‘Say that again, I fucking dare you!’ she screamed as she spat in my face. ‘I fucking said mother where the fuck are you? You bitch. Making Luce and I leave the only real fucking home we have ever known.’ I screamed back louder. She slapped me again. Harder this time. ‘You useless piece of shit! You know that right? You’re a piece of shit and a fucking murderer both you and that piece of shit twin you call your sister!’ Lockwood had rounded the corner almost instantly after she said this and drew his rapier to her throat. ‘Stay away from my fucking girlfriend! Get out now!’ Lockwood shouted. My mum visibly flinched. ‘Lyssa, I see you’re a slag now too!’ I flinched at her words. I looked over to Lockwood. He had visibly gotten angrier. ‘Alyssa, Baby. Why don’t you go upstairs into our room and throw on some pj’s today is a chill day. No missions. I’ll be up in a sec just gotta deal with some filth.’ He glared at my mother and kissed my forehead. I took one last glance at my mother and waltzed upstairs.
LOCKWOOD’S POV
‘RIGHT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! YOU WILL LET MY DAUGHTER’S COME HOME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE FOR A KIDNAPPING!’ I felt my blood boil at this. How dare she hit my girlfriend twice and call her a slag in front of me. ‘NO! YOU WILL LISTEN HERE MISS CARLYLE! YOU EVER FUCKING DARE TO EITHER COME TO MY AGENCY OR TALK TO EITHER OF YOUR DAUGHTER’S EVER AGAIN AND I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR CHILD ABUSE AND MORE. SO GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOW!’ I shouted back how dare she fucking insult her daughter like that she has been through so much shit. ‘I SAID GET OUT!’ She still didn’t budge. ‘YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE! 5, 4, 3…’ Their mother was out of the house by then. I apologised to George then walked upstairs towards my room. To my surprise there was sniffling and sobbing coming from inside. I opened the door and again to my surprise Lyssa was there sobbing her heart out.
LUCY’S POV
I walked down from the attic to see my sister run into her and Lockwood’s shared bedroom and start to whimper. I ran in there ignoring the screaming match drifting up the stairs from the front hallway. I grabbed a cold flannel from the bathroom and placed it on my sister's face to soothe the pain. ‘Thanks Luce’ she whimpered as I dabbed the flannel onto her face. I moved towards Lockwood’s closet and pulled out one of Lockwood's hoodies and a pair of his grey joggers. I let my sister get changed before coming back into the room and giving her a book to read. 'There you go Lyssa. I got you your favourite.'
ALYSSA'S POV
Luce was being really kind in distracting me from the chaos from outside. She had me curled up underneath Lockwood's duvet. I heard the front door open and slam shut. I flinched at that. Luce placed her hand on my shoulder as the tears began to build. The screaming had stopped. That's when I let it all out. All the sobs. All the tears. I let them all out. The tears flooded my eyes as Lockwood walked into the room. He saw that I was crying and ran up to me. He threw himself on top of me. His arms wrapped around my torso. I wrapped mine around his head. Lucy walked out of the room to give us space. He kissed my torso. He then lifted himself up on his elbows to kiss all over my face. 'It's going to be okay darling. We will get through this. You won't ever see your mother again.' I started crying even more. Lockwood picked me up bridal style and took me down to the Kitchen. 'Take as many biscuits as you want.' He mumbled to me as he made the biscuits. 'What about the….?' ' Fuck the one biscuit at a time rule!' Lockwood seems really agitated. 'Your mum's a bitch isn't she!?' Lockwood muttered as he sat beside me. I just nodded to him and he kissed my cheek.
LOCKWOOD’S POV
I hate that Alyssa and Luce had to go through all this bs with their mother. I made Lyssa my Lockwood's hot choc special. It always makes her smile. That's what she needs. She takes the hot choc with a smile and a nod. She finishes the drink in like 20 seconds. She seems happy though. 'Hey love, why don't we bake a cake for everyone?' Either one would be fine baby girl. But do you want to make cake tomorrow?' I nod eagerly like a child just asked if they want to go and get McDonald's. She just giggles. 'Thank you Anthony, you make me feel safe when I'm with you. Especially after today and the mansion incident. That wasn't your fault. I hope you know that.' Lyssa was speaking softly. Just like she did before she fell asleep. I picked her around my neck and legs around my waist. I walked upstairs and laid her down on my bed whilst I got changed into pj's. I looked at the time 00:00 am. I looked down to see Lyssa passed out on the bed. 'Happy birthday my love' I whispered to her as I pulled her close and fell asleep almost instantly as my head hit my pillow.
Flames' note- so this is so fucking cute. I'm feeling like shit mentally and physically. But I wrote this to try and finish up the series. I want to do like a couple of more chapters just focusing on Alyssa’s and Lockwood’s mental health. So hope y'all enjoyed and will blow this up <3
Flames 🔥🔥
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Romantic And Solemn.
♥︎ Claire & MC clash.
Thick Irish Accent.
"Stop and listen to me for a sec!"
"Get de foehck ooeht o' me way!"
"Who are ye to stahp me?"
"Huh!?"
"I-I'm just... just someone looking for redemption..."
"Redemption!?"
"Dahn't make me laoehgh! Do ye know what 'e ded? Do ye!?
Let ask ye dis [mester/mess] redemption seeker..."
"If i was to kell everyahne ye ever cahnsidered to be impahrtant in yooehr life, everyahne dat's ever meant anythin even sahmethin to you. Right now."
"Maybe den i'd stahp and take de time to lesten to ye."
"Because den maybe... maybe den ye wooehld 'ave sahme idea, sahme semblance as to 'ow i feel."
You look at her solemnly, with a small tired smile.
"That's an interesting proposal..... But I'm afraid your 12 millenia to late... Because... everyone I ever loved... has already been killed."
English Version with slight Irish Accent.
"Stop and listen to me for a sec!"
"Get de fuck out of my way!"
"Who are ye to stop me!?"
"Huh?"
"I-I'm just... just someone looking for redemption..."
"Redemption!? Don't make me laugh! Do ye know what he ded? Do ye!?"
"Let ask you this [mister/miss] Redemption Seeker..."
"If I was to kill everyone ye ever considered to be important in your life, everyone dat's ever meant anythin, even something to ye. Right now."
"Maybe then I'd stop and take the time to listen to ye."
"Because den maybe... maybe then ye would have some idea, some semblance as to how I feel."
You look at her solemnly, with a small tired smile.
"That's an interesting proposal..... But I'm afraid your 12 millenia to late... Because everyone I ever loved has already been killed."
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♥︎ MC & Ryan
Ryan holds you by the shoulder as he looks at you seriously and says, "Look you can wallow in self-pity and guilt..."
"Or you can stand above it."
"Strive for better, stop living in the present, stop being held back by the past, and live for the future."
"Plus... that self-pity attitude is kind of cramping my style." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
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♥︎ MC & Sophie
As she hugs you from behind and her breath runs along your back, she says just above a whisper, "You can hide it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me."
"I've seen those kind of eyes before, ...and I know what they do to people... I should know best... so whatever is eating you up on the inside..."
"DON'T LET IT WIN!!!" She shouts to the world as tears begin to prick in her voice.
".....And if you need a-... a listening ear I–I'm always up for it. After all- you can count on me, since that is what friends are for, right?"
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♥︎ MC & Evelyn
As she strokes your hair gently,... almost motherly.
"Oh, my dear bunny... here's a word of advice for you."
"There are two types of guilt. One, a type of guilt that Swallows us whole into a perpetual never-ending whirlpool misery and pain that drowns us until we are nothing more than a useless ragdoll. Floating in an endless Ocean of misery and dread of our own making."
A kind smile appears on her cold, yet gentle face, "Or two, we can use our guilt to build a fire. Even if it's only one ember at a time. As long as we keep that fire going and refuse to let the cold in when it comes knocking. We can use those embers to stoke the flames of forgiveness and change."
Suddenly a roguish grin graces her lips, as she continues to twirl your hair in her one hand.
"After all such a beautiful face definitely doesn't deserve such sad eyes, you're ruinning such a cute portrait."
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♥︎ MC & Nathan
"Guess what!"
"Just because we build up walls around our hearts we close ourselves off to the world, or to those offering a helping hand doesn't mean you should."
A genuine smile falls upon his lips, as he says in the silkest voice ever, "After all... you were there for me in my darkest hour. So I'll be there for yours, through Fire and Ice for all the good and the bad."
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♥︎ MC & Ethan
"When life hits harder than usual or when we stumble and fall in our way we're bound to pick up a few scars and heartaches."
He smiles as he stares off into the unknown and continues,
"In the Japanese art of kinsugi broken pottery pieces are repaired with gold. This unique and beautiful art highlights the cracks and scars rather than trying to hide them and this is to represent that we are beautiful because we're broken."
He looks at you with the brightest of smiles, "What an awesome perspective, don't you think? Anyways where was I? ...Oh yes! The bad days make the good days sweeter and failures are opportunities to grow. And if you've ever had the thought just because you're broken you can never be loved or beautiful..."
He then turns serious, but his voice carries none of the harshness.
"I hope you know that's a straight up lie. To be human is to broken, and to be broken is to be unique. And to be unique... well it's to be beautiful." As he looks at you deep into your eyes as his turn soft and longing...
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♥︎ MC & Kina
"We don’t recover from grief, and that’s—Okay."
A tired yet knowing smile graces her tired face.
"It's okay to cry, it's okay to say I messed up, it's okay to ask for help."
"So what I'm saying is... if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there for you. All you all have to do is ask." She smiles at you with the smile of a thousand loving angels.
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♥︎ MC & Liam
"Look here I'm gonna give your piece of advice my old pops gave me, that I should've taken before he passed."
He then looks you dead in the eyes as he holds your face between his hands.
"Guilt is created from our past actions and the longer we continue to linger in the present trying to forget our guilt, our regrets, our actions. The sooner it's delivered to us whether we like it or not."
A small sliver of sadness flickers in the corner of his eyes, as he continues with a wistful smile.
"Tragically in the form of immeasurable suffering and pain."
"But guess what!"
"As long as we have someone we can lean on whether they be friend... or something more... just know... that you're not alone."
"So in the end what I'm trying to get at is... I'm here for you... if you need me." He then looks at you lovingly.
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♥︎ MC & UNKNOWN
"Look I know the world can be cruel an unforgiving place filled with Darkness that whispers and eats away at us."
"But let me say this, no matter what you did, no matter who you were, that's in the past."
"And there's nothing you or I can do to change that. But you and I live in the now. And that's why I believe everybody deserves a happy ending. Even you. So don't let this be the end."
#Romantic moments when MC on the verge of committing suicide.#Life Is A Journey#Not A Destination!#blessed curse#Romances#mc#Scenes!!!
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Journey [English Translyrics]
Original Song by DECO*27 + Rockwell
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OH-OH-OH
JOU-JOU-JOU-JOURNEY
“We’ll figure it out,” that’s all it’s ever about
It won’t go away no matter how loudly we shout
No matter how harsh the fall, push through the aches and pains
I gotta transform, blow down the walls like a storm
I’ll clean up the world that had to face a hater’s scorn
Then we’ll take in all our strength until our joy remains
Don’t you hate being the ‘gifted kid’? Even through all they did?
Gotta push through another day!
Though I’m getting tired of the way that I was, and I’m asking you because
With everyone, I wanna stay!
God, I hate being the ‘gifted kid’! Even through all they did!
Gotta push on another day!
I’m getting so tired of the way that I was, and now I gotta find another way!
Although the hope I have will fade, and all the strength I have decays
Even if you’re the one to call, well, this SEKAI is for you all
Although the tears you have will show, and all the weakness in you grows
Even if I will take the fall, still, this SEKAI is for us all
Even if you’re unsure, you will be okay
If you can’t move on, you will be okay
And if you still want to walk down the road, I will stay by your side!
Though your tears flood your cheeks, you’re beautiful
Add your charming smile, you’re more beautiful
Now let’s go, you and me, together
Though anxiety is the flip side of hope you never want to see
What would you find if you choose to flip me?
I just can’t sleep, when overthinking it
Wait a sec! If we take all the bad parts of both our insides
And we stand back to back instead of side to side
Then this bad side we see most won’t exist!
Don’t you hate being the ‘gifted kid’? Even through all they did?
Gotta push through another day!
Though I’m getting tired of the way that I was, and I’m asking you because
With everyone, I wanna stay!
God, I hate being the ‘gifted kid’! Even through all they did!
Gotta push on another day!
I’m getting so tired of the way that I was, and now I’m sure that I will be okay!
Although I say, “There’s nothing left,” I cannot say, “everyone’s left”
You are such a blessing to me, I can’t bear to watch you leave…
So you see…
Although the hope I have will fade, and all the strength I have decays
Even if you’re the one to call, well, this SEKAI is for you all
Although the tears you have will show, and all the weakness in you grows
Even if I will take the fall, still, this SEKAI is for us all
Even if you’re unsure, you will be okay
If you can’t move on, you will be okay
And if you still want to walk down the road, I will stay by your side!
Though your tears flood your cheeks, you’re beautiful
Add your charming smile, you’re more beautiful
Now let’s go, you and me, together
I gotta transform, blow down the walls like a storm
I’ll clean up the world that had to face a hater’s scorn
Then we’ll take in all our strength until our joy remains
We’re riding with need, and jumping ahead with speed
This wonder succeeds, whether they’re vivid, sad or bad
We’ll sing out into the night, this is our JOU-JOU-JOU-JOURNEY
We’ll sing out your MELODY!
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Things that The Last of Us has changed my perspective on to the point where it evokes an emotional response out of me, the ever-growing list: bricks, aquariums, dinosaurs, deer, moths, acoustic guitars, coffee, ferns, ferris-wheels, GOLF CLUBS, giraffes, whistling, GOLF CLUBS, outer space, elephants, cassette tapes, winter, flannel shirts, the word “okay”, GOLF CLUBS, canvas sneakers, fireflies, the fucking ocean, did I mention GOLF CLUBS
#ngl right after i finished tlou2 i heard a song with an acoustic#guitar and i started crying#right then and there#WHY DOES THIS GAME MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS#feel free to add to this#lets just shout out our pain for a sec#can yall just let me be dramatic for a sec pls#the last of us#the last of us part ii
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday
Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends
Word count: 5,326
(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)
You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”
You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.
He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.
Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”
You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”
“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”
There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.
“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”
“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”
Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.
He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”
You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”
“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”
“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.
“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”
Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”
“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”
“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”
“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.
You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.
“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”
Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today.
“I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”
“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”
You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.
“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”
“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.
“Shit, sorry.”
“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”
“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”
You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”
He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”
“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”
“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.
“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”
You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.
“Yikes.”
“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”
“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”
You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.
You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.
You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.
Sammy <3
(Y/n) where the hell are you?
Adrian <3
Do you guys think she ditched us?
I knew she was ignoring us
Sammy <3
Who ignores their friends?
Annie <3
(Y/n) apparently.
She has more important things to do ig
Oh my god
Do you guys think she skipped school?
Adrian <3
I wouldn’t put it past her
Maybe she finally gave up
(Y/n)
I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today
I would never ignore you
Sammy <3
Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..
(Y/n)
I’m not ditching you!
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment
I’ll make it up to you guys
Adrian <3
How?
You’ve already skipped out on us enough already
Annie <3
Oh ik!
She can write our final research paper for us Dri!
I haven’t started it yet lmao
Adrian <3
Saaaame lmaoooo
Sammy <3
Guys, what about me???
Adrian <3
Idk, figure it out yourself
Sammy <3
Rude!
Uhhh
Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history
(Y/n)
Alright, I can do that for you guys
Sam can you pls send me the rubric?
Annie <3
Thanks love ;)
(Y/n)
No problem, I like doing things for friends
My dad’s coming, I gotta go
Talk to you guys later
Adrian <3
Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!
(Y/n)
: ) <3
You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.
“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.
“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”
“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”
“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”
“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”
“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”
“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”
“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”
“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”
“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.
“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.
“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”
He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.
Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.
“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”
“I’m alright.”
“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”
“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”
She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”
You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”
You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.
“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”
“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”
“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”
“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”
She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”
You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”
You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion.
“Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”
“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”
She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.
“So?”
“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”
He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”
“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”
“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”
“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”
“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”
“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.
In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.
Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?
Hales : )
(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school
I need to talk to you before practice starts
It’s an emergency
(Y/n)
What’s going on?
Hales : )
I’ll explain after school.
Can’t talk about it over text
(Y/n)
Alright, see ya then ig
You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-
You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.
“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”
“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”
Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.
Unknown
I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.
If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.
You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.
Cut all ties now. You have two days.
Do not try me.
“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”
She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”
“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”
“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”
“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”
She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”
“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”
She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”
You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”
She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.
You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”
The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”
“It’s none of your business, Zara.”
“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.
“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.
“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.
“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”
“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.
“You just keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m serious.”
“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”
You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”
“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.
Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”
“I am and I hate it.”
Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.
Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.
You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.
“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.
“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”
She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”
“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”
She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”
She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.
“(Y/n)-”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”
You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”
She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”
You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”
“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”
“You really wanna bet?”
You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”
She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.
You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.
You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”
She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”
“Make me~”
She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”
She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”
“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.
“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”
She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”
She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-
“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”
You sighed, “right.”
The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.
You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”
“Yeah…”
You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.
You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.
“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”
“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”
He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”
You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”
“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”
You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.
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evening shift - i | b.b
pairing : bucky barnes x reader
summary : bucky comes into the bar where y/n works
word count : 900
warnings : mentions of harassment, allusions to depression, alcohol
a/n: set around the time of fatws (no spoilers), world is beginning to recover from the blip and bucky is trying to recover from the loss of steve and is in therapy :)
part one | part two | part 3
The evening shift could go one of two ways.
One was relatively peaceful, easy. A few couples out for a date, maybe a group of three girls who work together out for drinks. Quiet, uneventful.
The other was the worse of the two. Big groups of men out for beers after work, rowdy, loud and occasionally causing trouble. Hitting on not only the poor female customers but also the poor female staff members.
Y/N hated evening shifts, ever since an incident occurred. A group of men shouting vulgar things at her across the bar, making her feel unsafe and downright afraid. She got a taxi home instead of walking that night. She told her boss, who was looking into getting a bouncer.
Usually, her boss wouldn't put her on evening shifts anymore. But tonight, there was no one else available. Although, things didn't seem too bad tonight, considering it was a Friday night.
Y/N busied herself behind the bar, refilling drinks for the couple sat at the bar, when a lone man dressed in black walked in and took a seat at the bar, a few stools down from the couple.
"What can I get for you?" Y/N asked the darkly handsome man.
He looked up at her with piercing blue eyes. "What's your strongest drink?" He asked.
"Coming right up."
Y/N mixed shots of vodka, gin, rum, triple sec and tequila, adding in a splash of cola to mask the taste. Plopping in a few ice cubes, she handed the cocktail to the man.
"What's in it?" He asked, swirling it around and taking a sniff.
"Don't ask, just drink," she replied.
He took a tentative sip, pulling a slight face as the alcohol burned his throat on the way down. "Wow," he said. "A lot of people order that?"
Y/N shook her head. "No, but the one's that do are usually the same type of person."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"Lonely."
Since working as a bartender, Y/N had developed an ability to read people. She could tell who was happy, who was sad, who was pretending to be more drunk than they were, who was in love with who and so on.
Loneliness was written on this man's face. In his eyes. "What makes you think I'm lonely?" He asked.
"You're alone on a Friday night, ordering our strongest drink."
Bucky supposed she was right. That was a pretty lonely thing to do. He didn't say anything. Two women came up to the bar to order.
"Let me know when you want a refill," Y/N said, before heading off to serve the women.
Bucky watched Y/N mixing drinks, chatting and laughing with the frequenters. He noticed she was very beautiful. Then he kicked himself, reminding himself dating was out of the question for him. Too much baggage, too many lies.
He looked over to the couple sat just down from him at the bar, lovingly gazing into each other's eyes. He longed for something like that. Someone he could be himself with. Steve was the only person who he truly felt like himself around.
Steve...
He drained the rest of his drink pretty quickly, knowing no matter how strong it was, he wouldn't get drunk.
"Didn't take you long," Y/N said, drying off some pint glasses with a tea towel, placing them on the shelf along the back wall.
"Thirsty," Bucky said. "Drinking away my sorrows."
If only. Super-soldier serum meant not being able to get drunk. He had no escape from the misery that was his existence. No release, nothing to make the pain subside, even just temporarily.
"I'd join you, but it's unprofessional to drink on the job," Y/N half-joked. "What sorrows you got?"
Where to begin. Drafted to war, taken as a prisoner of war, experimented on, fell from a train, kidnapped by HYDRA, tortured, brainwashed, frozen, made to kill, turned to dust. On top of that, Steve was gone. Forever.
Steve left him. Alone.
"Lost my job," he replied.
"No shit," Y/N said. "We're hiring. Need a bouncer. I can recommend you, if you have a resume."
A random act of kindness, Y/N told herself. She pitied this lonely man and the sadness radiating off him. Anything she could do to help make things better for him.
Bucky's brows went up. "What if I don't have a resume?"
"You need to write one."
Bucky had never written a resume before. He never really needed to. He wasn't quite sure how to. HYDRA didn't exactly hand out any qualifications.
"I don't know how to," he mumbled.
To his surprise, she didn't laugh. "I can help," she offered.
"Really?" He asked, frowning.
"Sure," she smiled. "Bring a laptop with you tomorrow afternoon and I'll help you write it."
"Thanks," he said, taking a ten-dollar bill out of his jacket pocket and placing it on the bar. "See you tomorrow then. Keep the change."
He offered the bartender a smile before leaving the bar, heading out into the cold night air.
All the way home, he thought about seeing her again tomorrow. Tomorrow couldn't come sooner, though he knew he was probably in for another sleepless night.
He had made it all the way back to his apartment when he realised he hadn't even got her name.
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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt7
The Blue Lotus petals (series)
As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.
(spoiler for lesson 1-60)
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6
Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, mention of Pain, Blood, Violence, Body horror, Graphic Transformation
Previously
All of them look at each other, with fear and worry on their faces. Trying to know who has the answer. While Lucifer look through the hold in the ceiling and into the sky, wondering where is Mammon taking you and hope that the two of you are safe.
You and Mammon are curl up in each other. You have your arms wrap around his torso, your legs wrap around one of his and you have your face in the crooks of his neck.
While he his arms wrap around you. His wings are scratch out behind him and a tail grow over night is bounces about behind him, when it hit a small statue over hitting coins making a noise. Causing him to wake up.
He yawns and use his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes, not knowing his fingers turn into talon claws he accidentally scratch his cheek.
“OW! The fuck was that?” his cursing woke you up, like somedays you sleepily smack his face with your palm. “Mammon I’m trying to sleep”
“I’m sorry, it just I felt something scratch my~” he finally focuses on his hand, his eyes widen.
“G’AAAAAH!” Mammon jumps up and scream in a panic completely waking you up. As he stares at his hand, then he felt that his wings are out so he brought them Infront of him and shock that his wings are different causing him to panicking more.
“Mammon calm down!” slowly got up and walk over to him, as he flailing his arms and wings around almost hitting. Then you quickly gave him a wake slap on his cheek, stop him from moving.
You cup his face with your hands and look at him directly in the eyes.
“Baby, calm down and change back” he nods grab your wrist and uncapping his face. As stood up straight. “Right......right okay” he took a deep and try to focus. However, nothing is happening he try shaking both hands, but still nothing.
“I-I can’t change back” he looks at you a defeated face, scare of what’s happen. Then he looks back down to his hand eh or talons clenching them and drop down on his knees as he brought his arms close to his chest.
“Mammon” you mutter under you’re breathe. You kneel down beside him hug him at his head running you through his hair. “You’re not alone, I’m here will…. Will find a way to change you back. I promise” you kiss him on the cheek and nuzzle face into his. He brough one hand on top of your arm and push it closer to his mouth kiss it. “Thank you…...I-I love you so much”
You smile and hug him even tighter “I love you too” you said it in a loving tone.
“Now…… where are we? and you have a tail!”
“I can see the outside of the cave, come on” you quicken your pace at the sight of light well moonlight, with Mammon following behind you.
Once you two are out of the cave, you notice that you are surrounded by trees.
“This is isn’t the wood near the house?” you look back at Mammon, who is confuse as you are.
You grab his hand and smile reassure him, he blinks and flash a cocky smile back to you his little way of making you feel safe with him.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll just fly up and see we’re we at” he lets go of you hand and gets ready to fly looking in the sky. Before he leaps, he looks over to you “Be back in a sec” then his off in the air, as you watch him fly up.
Once he got high enough, he looks arounds and let out an airless gasp.
Miles and miles of nothing but trees and the mountain with the cave where you two came out from. But that doesn’t shock Mammon. What shock him was remembers this forest, it’s the same one in his nightmare with the same trees and the same mountain where he saw Nightmare Satan standing a top from.
He quickly flew back down, as he decent down he can feel his heart races as everything is coming back to him, why you two are here, why he brought you to the cave, and why he needs to bring you back to his cavern.
He landed Infront of you with a worry look on his face.
“Mammon? What did you saw?” but he didn’t reply all he did was walk close to you grab your uninjured arm, and start heading back to the cave with you in tow.
“Mammon”
“He’s still out there, you’re not safe out here”
“Who’s still out there?”
“Basto! That son of a bitch got out from prison and Lucifer knew and didn’t tell me or the others. Now he’s loose in Devildom and we don’t know where he is or what is his next plan”
Your eyes widen to the revelation “What?” you mutter under your breathed.
“I’m not letting him get near ya” he quickens his pace and tighten his grab on your wrist.
“Mammon please slowly down” you call out to him, but he couldn’t hear you as he continues to talk.
“If I ever see him…...”
“Mammon!”
“I’ll kill him!” he said it a deep and threating voice.
“Mammon it hurts!?!” that snap him back from his train of thought, he quickly looks back and see your face pain, he looks down to your arm and saw your hand twitching cause of his grab. He immediately let go step away from you scare to what he almost did to you.
“I-I’m sorry” he can barely say it without chocking on his own words.
“Mammon” you call out to him with a worry tone, as you try to reach out to hold him.
He shook his head trying to snap out of his guilt daze. “J-just stay inside the cave. I-I’ll need some spaces, I be back once I get a clear head and when a have some food”
Before you can say anything, he flew off leaving you near the cave. Feeling guilty of hurting you tears start building up in his eyes as he flies over to the nearby lake.
“Fuck. fuck. fuck. FUCK!!” Mammon curse to himself, as he bangs his arm in the tree near the Lake.
“Why is it always everything I do, I screw up and the others always have to clean up”
Maybe because you get way over your head or you don’t think clear enough to the point always jump to conclusions.
Mammon tremble to hear a voice in these woods, whip his body looking around where the voice came from.
“W-who’s there, if that’s you Levi this isn’t funny…... Its not like a can get scare or something” Mammon playing his brave card. Which the voice isn’t buying it.
Are you being serious right now! This is the first time I hear you talk like you aren’t afraid, and I don’t believe you!
Mammon face turn pale, he couldn’t move because he was frozen in fear. When the voice spoke again.
Oh, for the love of ~ MOVE!!!
Mammon startle by the yelling. “Oi ya don’t have to yell…… by the way where are ya?” he looks arounds “All I see are trees and the Lake~” Mammon trails off when he saw a figure reflecting on the surface of the lake near shore.
Mammon walks slowly to the lake, as he got closer to the lake can finally make out what’s is reflected on the lake.
It was a white crow-like beast with his front legs serve as he’s wings, with gold similar marking across his torso and his horns similar to Mammon’s only bigger. And his eyes with sapphire blue iris and ink black sclera looking directly at Mammon. It was his demonic form, his beast within, Finally face to face, but Mammon start laughing like a mad man.
“Hahahahaha……. I might be going crazy, because I seeing things”
Or you finally losing control over your mind and making it easier for me to take over.
“No!! I been eating those stupid petals; I can’t be losing control”
Oh…... the same petals you been vomiting for the past two weeks.
Mammon mouth gave open to the realization, on what the beast was talking about.
He quickly shut his mouth and stomp over to the reflection and drop down to his knees and start smacking the water.
“Yer not here! Yer still lock up in mine mind!”
Face it! There nothing stopping me from taking over. Even smack the water…… will you stop that!!!
Mammon stops mid smack at the beast command, he huffs crosses his arms and turn his back at the beast. but after a moment of silence Mammon demeanor changed.
“Please…...”
Hm???
“Please do take over, not-not just yet…… at least let me take y/n back to my brothers…... I-I” Mammon start sobbing causing his voice to crack. “I don’t want to leave them here in the woods alone and scare and I want to see them one last” Mammon start crying to the idea of not see you again. But Mammon heard the beast laughing, causing he to look back to the beast.
“Oi this isn’t funny, how cruel are ya” but the beast shook his head at Mammon earning him a confuse look on Mammon’s face.
If your smart enough to realize that I’m not planning
“What are you talking about?” but only met with the beast smiling even with a beak.
Let’s just say after our talk you’ll be begging me to help you.
“Mammon!! Where are you?” You call out to your boyfriend as you wandering in the cold and unforgiving woods looking for him. At least you’re wearing his jacket.
Is been hours since you decide to look for Mammon, in hindsight this wasn’t one of your smart ideas. But you could stay in the cave and wait for Mammon.
Its Mammon you’re talking about, the same demon who runs when from his mess and try to hide from the brothers who he gets them involve with his shenanigans, and the same demon who said to you to run away with him, when he gets emotional.
No, you need to find him, and be there for him in his time of need.
“Mammon~” before you finish shouting his name, you heard him scream in agony.
“Mammon…...” mumble his name, in fear of him being in pain. You start running towards the screaming, each step you took your heart start beating faster. And the louder screaming gets you start feeling tears falling from your eyes.
You saw a clearing ahead, as you got closer you saw a lake and Mammon crouch down digging his claws into the dirt as his body violently shaking.
“MAMMON!” you scream his name in fear and sadness, causing him look at you shock that you manage to find him in this big ass woods.
“Y/n…...” his voice sound hoarse, due to the screaming or something else causing it.
You rush over to him, only stop dead in your traces when raises his hand up.
“StaY BaCK…… PLeaSE……. I-I…….. dOn’t WaNt tO hURt yA……” you cover your mouth with both hands as you start to cry, hearing his voice change in each word to his normal one and to a sinister one. Seeing Mammon in pain causing you to fall on your knees sobbing. All you can do is be here for him.
He smiles at you for comfort, while tears of pain slowly fall from his eyes through his cheek telling. And he mouthed I love you, before looking down and groan it pain.
Then his wings folds in half and start creeping through his arms, as the end of the wings made it to Mammon’s wrist the thumb part of the wings dug into skin causing him to scream in pain, and you yelp.
Then feathers start sprouting out throughout his body, his boots start to tear open revealing four toe talons, feeling his face start to change he turn his back on you not showing what his about to do.
He stood up on his legs, as his body start to grow longer. Then he grabs and dig his talons into his face draw blood, luckily his palm is over his mouth muffle his scream of agony. As the sound of clothes tearing over leaping his muffle scream. Well now for long, as he feels growing under his skin of his face, irritated he start rip off the flesh of his face revealing a beak growing where once his mouth was. As he continues to remove the remaining flesh on his face.
He’s voice start to change into something demonic and animalistic, he’s screams turns to a crow-like shriek. As his skeletal frame start arranging themselves in his demonic form with bones bending and breaking.
Once done, He let out an unnerving shriek before dropping down on all fours and shake off the remaining clothes, blood, and flesh off of him, then turn his head at your direction with his sapphire blue glowing eyes stare at you.
Terrified you took a step; he sees that you’re moving he face his entire body towards you, he shrieks as his feathers stand upright and he pounces forward, see it made you trip and fall on your back, before you can get Mammon was on top of you pinning you down on the ground as he stares into your eyes. Scare of was going to happen, the only thing you can muster in this moment of fear is.
“Mammon”
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gruvia drabble
author’s note: ok. hi. here we are again. i go on a 1948392 year hiatus and then become inspired to write something from the most RANDOM thing. but this was too good to pass up. so essentially i saw a headcannon by @incorrect-ft-ez-quotes and then @bbygirljuvi added onto it:) look at my most recent reblog for reference if u want hehehe. yeah ok maybe i did add some bs healing abilities to juvia’s powers... sue me! ok here we gooooo i hope u cuties enjoy!!!
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“Popsicle,” Natsu sighed. “What the hell are you doin’ back here?” He held his door in one hand as he stared at a recently familiar face.
“What, a guy can’t stop by and visit his best friend?” Gray nervously chuckled.
Happy and Natsu weren’t buying it, exchanging suspicious looks as Gray impatiently stood at the door frame.
“Best friend?” Natsu rose an eyebrow.
“And for the 4th day in a row?” Happy jabbed, hovering beside Natsu’s head
“Would ya’ just let me in?” Gray spat out, clearly looking jittery.
“Fine.” Natsu groaned, stepping aside so Gray could step in.
“But we’re gonna’ start charging rent!” Happy exclaimed.
“Whatever, I don’t care, just as long as I can hang out here for a little while.” Gray hustled in, plopping himself onto Natsu’s worn down couch.
“Ok, you can stay here on one condition, tell me what it is you’re freaking out about. And gimme’ the real reason you’ve been comin’ here.” Natsu folded his arms.
“Aye!” Happy mimicked Natsu, crossing his little paws.
Gray let out a groan, bowing his head between his legs before whipping his head back up. “It’s Juvia, ok!?”
“Juvia?” Happy asked.
“But, you haven’t tried avoiding her in forever. You guys have been all buddy-buddy lately.” Natsu was trying to piece this all together in his head.
Gray blushed, averting his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“So what’s the deal?” Natsu was doing his best to get straight to the point, as nuance was not his strong suit.
“W-well... we... kind of... sort of...” Gray scratched at the back of his head, searching for the gall to say it. “We got drunk the other night at the guild, and then I went to walk her home since she was pretty wasted, and...one thing lead to another and... we almost kissed.”
Natsu was as confused as ever. “So?”
“So?!”
“Well, don’t ya’ like her?”
“W-well-!” Gray stammered, and gave out a defeated sigh, bowing his head again. “Yeah.” He mumbled to the point that Natsu or Happy could barely hear him.
“So then why don’t you wanna’ smooch her?” Happy was almost as dense as Natsu.
“Gah! You guys don’t get it!” Gray sprung up. “Forget it. I’m gonna’ find a new hiding spot. Preferably, one that asks less questions.”
Just as Gray made his way to Natsu’s front door, there was a sudden knock. Gray froze in his tracks as a chill went up his spine. He had a knack for this sort of thing, knowing when Juvia’s around, and that chill only ever meant one thing.
“Shit.”
Gray needed an escape route, but his head wasn’t on straight. He frantically scoured the little house, looking from wall to wall, but there was only one door, and Gray was just feet away from it.
“Natsu, whatever you do, don’t-“
“Be there in a sec’!” Natsu shouted at the door.
“You idiot!” Gray whisper yelled.
Natsu opened the door to none other than Juvia. She was known for her expressive nature. The look on her face could tell you anything you want to know, without her having to say a word.
“Hi, Natsu-san.” Juvia said both frantically and nervously. “Juvia was just wondering if Gray-sama was here.” She held her hands together promptly, hoping that he would be there.
“Actually Gray-“ Natsu was cut off at the sound of shattering glass. He instinctively spun around to a disastrous scene, displaying a broken window, shards of glass everywhere, and no Gray to be found. “Just left.” Natsu finished the thought differently than he originally intended.
Juvia heard the shattering too, and she had her answer. Her Gray-dar never failed her. Using her Gray-dar she quickly scurried to the back of the house, crossing her fingers that Gray hadn’t gotten away yet. The first thing she heard was a hiss of pain, and as she turned the corner, there sat her Gray in the ground, holding his bloody knee.
“Son of a bitch!” Gray yelled in pain, applying more pressure to his cut knee. Sure, he was used to getting beaten to a pulp in a fight, but he wasn’t exactly expecting a busted up knee right about now.
“Gray-sama!” Juvia’s eyes widened at the blood, and she hurried to his side.
Gray finally realized her presence. He stopped writhing in pain for a moment, and tried to appear as casual as usual. “Oh...” He forced a laugh. “Hey Juvia. what are you doin’ here?”
“Juvia should be asking you the same thing.” She knelt by Gray’s side. “But first, let Juvia help.”
“I’m fine.”
“Let Juvia see it, Gray-sama.”
He sighed, giving in and releasing his hold. Juvia quickly took her hands and placed them on Gray’s knee. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly her hands became water, but it wasn’t normal water. It was soothing, and it was making the stinging in Gray’s knee go away.
“Juvia has been working on some healing techniques. It’s nothing like Wendy, but I can heal some minor, surface-level things.” She explained, using her water hands to massage the area.
“Now that Juvia has finally caught you, why have you been avoiding me?” She finally looked at Gray who blushed at the sudden eye contact.
“I haven’t.” Gray tried to sound as natural as possible.
All Juvia had to do was give him a look that practically screamed “oh, please.” before he cracked. “Ok, fine. I’ve been avoiding you.”
“Juvia knows!” She exclaimed.
“I just don’t want things to be awkward between us!” He explained.
“But you don’t think avoiding me for days would make it awkward?” Juvia finally finished his knee and reverted her hands back to normal.
Gray groaned. “You’re right.” He ran his hand through his hair, trying to hide his face.
“Is this about... the other night?” Juvia finally asked.
“Do ya’ really have to even ask?” Gray avoided eye contact.
“But Juvia thought the night went well! I had a lot of fun!”
“So did I! Until...” He cut himself off.
“Until we almost kissed?” Juvia finished it for him.
“Yeah.”
“I see.” Juvia paused. “Are Juvia’s lips chapped?”
“Huh?” He finally peaked up at her.
“Or did Juvia have something in her teeth maybe?” She was going into panic mode.
“No that’s not-“
Juvia cut him off with as gasp, and her hands slapped against her mouth. “Or does Juvia’s breath stink?! Is that it?!”
“Would you knock it off!” Gray finally stopped her. “It doesn’t have to do with any of that stuff.
“Oh.” Juvia sunk. “So Gray-sama just does not want to kiss Juvia then.”
“No!” He instantly cut off that thought, even though he was embarrassed by how eager he sounded. “Not that either.” He grumbled.
“Then..?”
“We were drunk. Yes, we were having fun and all, but, I dunno’.” Gray grumbled, looking for the right words. “We haven’t had our first kiss yet. So when we do, I want it to be... kinda’... special. I guess. In a way.” Gray finished with some filler words to try and take the heat away from his face, but it was no use.
“S-s-special?! Gray-sama wants our kiss to be special?!” Juvia lit up, almost freezing in time waiting for someone to pinch her, because she figured this had to be a dream. However, she still was a bit lost, so she put a pause on her momentary fantasy. “Wait, so then why have you been avoiding me?”
“Because I didn’t know how to tell you all that. I was trying to buy some time until I could figure out what to say.” Gray released a deep exhale. “But I guess I’ve said it all now.”
“You sure have.” Juvia said giddily right before she launched herself at Gray, tightly clutching Gray’s shoulders in her arms as her cheek was pressed up firmly against his.
“Gah!” Gray shouted in surprise, trying to keep his balance as Juvia leeched onto him. They were still sitting, but she almost knocked him flat on his back.
“But you know what, Gray-sama?” Juvia broke her clutch, making sure she was looking right at Gray.
“What?” He looked down at her curiously.
“Juvia thinks every moment with Gray-sama is special. So to Juvia, any time is perfect for a first kiss.” She smiled so sweetly is made Gray’s heart just about burst.
“Yeah?” Gray felt the corner of his mouth tug up.
“Yep.” She nodded in assurance.
“If you say so.”
And without a second thought, Gray closed the gap between them, planting a sweet and soft kiss on Juvia’s lips. As they parted, they leaned in and pressed their foreheads against each other, both wearing matching grins.
“That looked pretty special from in here!” Happy interjected from inside the house, followed by Natsu’s laughter.
Gray and Juvia jumped, startled by the sudden noise. “Happy, shut it!” Gray turned his head, looking through what used to be a window, and seeing Natsu and Happy standing in their living room.
“Maybe we wouldn’t be able to hear you two slobbering on each other if there was a window here!” Natsu yelled, referring to the gaping hole in the middle of his wall.
“We were not slobbering, you moron!” Gray blushed furiously, finally standing up and facing Natsu.
“That’s what it looked like to me!” Natsu teased back, wearing a devious smile.
“Aye!” Happy seconded.
“Mind your business, flame-for-brains!”
“Next time you need to hide out for a week, you ain’t comin’ here!” Natsu shouted.
“Fine by me.” Gray scoffed.
He then looked back at Juvia as she appeared a little on edge, wondering if she was going to have to break up a fight between Gray and Natsu.
He grinned once again, at the girl he couldn’t wait to spend more special time with, making more memories, and growing even closer
He reached for Juvia’s hand and squeezed it. “I was gettin’ tired of running away anyway.”
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Hurting - part 4
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jj maybank x reader
Previously: JJ and Y/n’s relationship is tested after the mental and physical difficulties of Y/n’s secret. She’s been an expert at hiding them, but now, he knows, and she has to face all her demons, and letting JJ think bruises are hickies is what she decided to do, to avoid the truth.
You didn’t need to get a job, because you were a ‘kook’ now. So what were you going to do with your summer? It had to be out of the house. And it couldn’t be with your best friends, the pogues.
You brushed the setting powder over your neck and jawline. Taking a deep breath before heading downstairs for breakfast.
You couldn’t face your mom, you were just going to grab some food and leave.
“Honey,” you heard a deep voice say.
You jumped and turned around, “um, yes sir,” you frowned, looking down at the ground.
“You’re mother took an early flight and I’m having a meeting here, so you need to stay in your room today,” your step father stated.
“W-wait, mom’s gone?” Your voice was shakey. You didn’t even get to explain the whole JJ situation.
“Yes.” He said impatiently, “look, doll, I don’t have time for you right now! My associate will be here any minute and if he sees you, we will have a problem,”
You didn’t understand, but you listened.
“Can-can I just get my bag? It’s in the front..um room,” you asked, meekly.
“Damnit you idiot!” He shouts, his fists clenching. You squinted your eyes on instinct, knowing he wants to punch you, knowing you were seconds away from pain.
The doorbell rang.
“Fuck. Get the hell out of my face,” he shoved you aggressively, then left your sight to get the door.
You stumbled, landing on the stairs, on your side. Cursing on impact.
You quickly got up, grabbed your bathing suit and ran out the door. Deciding to escape to the beach.
You put on your navy blue string bikini and quickly dove into the waves. It was weird because the last time you were here, you were with JJ.
He’s always been so sweet to you and you never knew why. Your first day on the island, when no one would talk to you, he came up to you. And being the established, well-liked person that he is, others followed.
You were very shy at first, and JJ didn’t know the real you until about a month in. But he didn’t give up, he was perfect.
You came up for air again. The salt not stinging your eyes.
Friendship. You’ve never had anything close to it until you met JJ.
But it’s too late. He’s gonna stop trying after what you’ve done, after what you’ve let him think you’ve done.
“You cheat on me?”
“W-why?”
“Answer me.”
“JJ...I think you should go,”
“Y/n.”
In your head it was the right decision. But in your heart? You’d die without him.
“Hey! Catch any good waves?!” Someone shouted from the shore.
You turned around from wading on your surf board. Waving to the boy at the shore.
A head of shaggy, long-ish brown haired boy seemed cheery. He threw off his button up and jumped into the waves.
You sighed, you were going to have to talk to this stranger. You almost didn’t have the energy.
“Why haven’t you been...around?” John B asks. You were surprisingly comfortable around him. He was your friend, you just didn’t notice at first.
“Just some...family stuff going on,” you shrugged.
“Ohh right. JJ told us!” He remembered.
“He-he what?” You stutter, afraid of what he might know.
“Yeah, he said your mom was coming home and she hasn’t in a while. That’s really all he said,” John B shrugged, flipping his hair after.
You felt like crying. Your mom wasn’t coming home, she was visiting for less than 12 hours.
“Hey...what happened to your leg?” He asked, swimming closer to you.
“Nothing, haha don’t uh..worry about me. How are..how are you?” You changed the subject.
“Well...oh shit! Did I tell you! I fucked uppp bro! I kissed Kie-“
“You did?!”
“Yeah! And she totally rejected me,” John B admitted.
“Did she like swerve? Or like push you?” You asked, curious about a normal thing for once.
“Nah, we kissed and then she pulled away, and said the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Fuckin JJ found a loophole with that,” he joked.
“A loophole?” You questioned.
“Yeah. Because you’re technically a kook,” John B shrugged.
“I guess,” you sighed.
“Hey, wanna get out of here? The waves are shit,” John B asked.
“Yeah.” You sighed, finally feeling calm for the first time in a while. Afterall it was a good distraction from JJ and everything else.
You and John B swam to shore and you threw a hoodie over your head.
“How good does the Wreck sound right now?” John B chuckled.
“So good,” you laughed, imagining shoving fries in ur mouth right now at the best restaurant in the Outer banks.
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When you arrived at the restaurant, John B held the door open for you. He wanted to see you smile. You did, a soft curl of the lips, but it faded suddenly.
Something was wrong.
John Bs chest collided with your back, he chuckled. Because you stopped walking and blocked his path foreward.
“What’s up Y/n/n?” John B asked.
“Shut up-“ you said abruptly, John Bs eyes widened.
“Um..sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, just...don’t say my name like that,” you mumbled.
“Why? It’s your nickname right? Are you not cool with me calling you that?” John B questioned.
“No, no. I didn’t mean..just..nevermind,” you sighed. You just didn’t like it when people said your name loud in public places, you didn’t want to be recognized by certain people.
“Okayy? Anyway, let’s do that table in the back,” John B suggested.
“Okay,” you answered, keeping your head down.
He walked you to the table, and to your surprise, Kie arrived to take your orders.
“Hey guys! Is this a date? Or...” she joked. Laughing.
“Very funny Kie. Are you trying to make me lose my appetite? Poor business tactic of you ask me-“
“Hey! You asshole,” you mutter. Dipping your fingers in your water glass and spraying it at him.
John B tried to duck, but then bumped his head on the table.
You and Kie laughed loudly as he groaned in pain.
She could barely stop laughing, “can...ah I take your orders?”
“Yeah...um I’ll get um...John B what are you getting?”
“A cheese burger with no Mayo,” he told Kie.
“Idiot,” she muttered as she wrote it down.
“You want the usual? Fries and-“
“Ooh yes I’ll just have fries and cheese please,” you smiled.
“Yup, you got it. Ok I’ll be back,” she winked before leaving.
“By the way,” John B began, “I just want you to know I’d never make a move on you as long as your with JJ. I mean-Kie was joking in all-“
“John B, don’t worry about it ok?” You interrupted.
“Yeah but...I also wanted to ask you, what’s going on between you and JJ. Eveytime I mention him you get defensive,”
“What are you talking about? No I don’t,” you responded.
“Uh huh,” he said sarcastically.
“Look, the truth is, I just don’t care anymore,” you told him. You knew in your heart it wasn’t true, but it had to be. You couldn’t take back the fact that JJ thought you cheated. So you had to go with it.
“That doesn’t sound like you,” John B said.
“Whatever,” you sighed.
“Oh shit,” John B said, staring at the door.
“W-what? Is he here? Did you invite him? I swear to God,” you said in a hushed tone. You didn’t want to turn around yourself, in case you had to look him in the eye.
“No, chill. It’s..isn’t that your step dad though?” John B asked.
Your moth dropped slightly, “John B don’t say shit like that, your-“ you were about to tell him he was scaring you, but you shouldn’t admit that.
“Look behind you,”
“No I don’t want to,”
“Just look,”
You sighed, and slowly turned.
“Oh-“ you started to respond, but you practically felt your heart stop. Instantly, your breathing picked up.
“What’s going on between you and JJ? Why wouldn’t you want him here?” John B said, trying to pull your attention back to him.
You shook your head, instead of answering. You could hardly form words. Maybe it’s the fact that if your step father sees you here, there’s going to be some contact.
“Whoa relax!” John B said, placing his hand on yours.
Immediately, you pulled your hand away.
He furrowed his brows, confused and offended.
“Sorry.” you muttered.
“You wanna...leave.. I mean ... you wanna get out of here?” You suggested, afraid he would say no.
“What? Why? We didn’t even get our food!” John B exclaimed.
“I..I know. I just..don’t feel like eating anymore.”
“That’s so weird, Y/n. C’mon we can’t leave. Just suck it up for a sec,” John B said shortly. Tapping your shoulder.
“Okay,” you responded. You thought back to JJ. He never made you do stuff you don’t want to. He was just so caring to you. Not that John B wasn’t, just that JJ knew you so well.
A few minutes later, your couldn’t shake the thought that the man you feared the most was behind you. You didn’t have eyes. You didn’t have JJ. You didn’t have anything.
“John B, I don’t feel well I think I’m gonna head out,” you told him, getting up slowly.
“You sure?” He said, analyzing your.
“I um...” for some reason, blurred vision erupted, and you started feeling like you were going to faint.
You stood up slowly. But things were getting worse, and your stance was unsteady.
You gripped the edge of the table for support.
“Y/n...what’s up with you?” John B asked. Sounding annoyed.
For some reason a tear escaped from your eye, you were sorry you were annoying him. So you muttered a quick, “I’m sorry,”
John B stood up, he was now right infront of you. And then, you collapsed. John Bs arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him as you fell.
He was shocked by this. Struggling to hold you up.
No one seemed to pay much attention, but anyone in their right mind would know that they should probobly take you to the hospital. But John B, as did many of the pogues, didn’t always trust authority.
So he took you back to the Chateau, where Sarah, who took a class in Lifeguarding was considerably the doctor instead.
“What happened?!!” Sarah exclaimed as she saw John B carry you out of the van.
“She just passed out. Hey can you help me carry her?” John B grunted.
“Uh..I’ll get JJ,” she said.
“Oh fuck. Wait! I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-“ John B began but Sarah had already called him from working on the boat.
He ran over, his eyes filled with worry. He quickly took you from John B. Carrying you without a problem bridal style.
Inside, he let you down on the couch.
You were slowly coming back to consciousness.
“Put this on her forehead,” Sarah said passing a towel to JJ.
“Hey...hey Y/n. Come back to me okay? Fuck baby. Don’t do this to me alright, wake up,” JJ muttered into your ear.
Moments later, your eyes started to flutter.
To witch JJ sighed in relief, taking your hand and holding it tight in his own.
“Let’s call her parents,” Sarah suggested, grabbing Y/n’s phone.
“Sarah no. Alright? Give me her phone,” JJ demanded.
“No! If I was her my parents would want to know! It’s not normal to just faint-“
“Sarah, give me the fucking phone,” JJ persisted.
John B frowned, “hey watch it, JJ. Don’t talk to her like that bro,”
Sarah frowned, and out of spite began typing on her phone.
JJs temper only grew, he only wanted to protect you.
He grabbed Sarah’s wrists and pulled the phone from her hand.
“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed.
“Dude!” John B interjected.
JJ returned the phone to his pocket.
“Bro, I’m gonna kill you-“ John B said.
“Wait,” you said meekly, “JJ was right, okay? It would only make it worse. Just trust me,”
“But why?” Sarah said concerned.
You shook your head, signaling you couldn’t answer the question.
Sarah sighed and wished you to feel better before leaving.
John B then stepped to JJ, “you’re lucky your girlfriend is so sweet. I would’ve kicked your ass,” John B threatened.
JJ didn’t want to cause a drive between any more of the people he cared about. So he just accepted.
JJ then sat by you, despite what had happened before.
“You really scared me, Y/n.”
“Wasn’t..my intention,” you stifled out, trying to get up.
“Whoa...whoa, can you stay to get some rest? Just stay here for me,” he insisted with a hand on your chest.
“JJ...” you sighed.
“I know it’s not true. I know what you’re doing.”
“Stop. Please.” You pleaded.
“You didn’t cheat on me. Those are bruises aren’t they. They’re not hickies. They’re from him trying to choke you.” JJ explained.
“JJ get away from me. We broke up. I don’t....I don’t-“
“You don’t what? You don’t love me?! Huh! Say it Y/n. Look me in the eyes, and I leave for good,”
“I don’t! I don’t deserve you! You can’t me with me. I’m used, JJ. You deserve a girl that isn’t so-“
“Broken? Y/n, I’m just as fucked up as you. You know my dad hits me right? He beats me. And it’s wrong. And I hate him. But I can’t hate you. Ever. Not for what that sick man has done,”
At this point, you were balling. Wiping tears as soon as they fell.
“JJ...I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying. I thought you would leave.”
“It doesn’t work like that, when I love you more than anything in my entire life,”
“I don’t understand,” you stuttered.
“Understand what?”
“Even after you know what he does. How could you look at me, and still love me?”
“That doesn’t change all I’ve known as soon as I met you. And if you need me to prove it to you, I will.”
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in another life (i would be your man)
muses. hero!yoongi / assassin!yoongi / father!yoongi / lawyer!yoongi
word. 2.5k
genre. reincarnation au
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time and time again, you find yourselves in the other’s absolute mercy.
mercy, which both of you know, the other will not grant.
“have you any last words, hero?” the grass shrivels up around yoongi all because hot air wilts the greenest of life.
a single bead of sweat trickles down the side of yoongi’s face as he looks at you without a shred of fear in the face of death.
“all the gold you’re hoarding... does it bring you happiness?” he says, as though already finding serendipity before you can even drive your talon into his chest.
“happiness!” you roar, mockery dripping off your word, “such humanly sentiments. you forgot who you’re speaking to, hero.”
“yoongi... yoongi’s my name” he sighs softly, eyelids fluttering shut, “say it.”
it is you who fall silent this time.
to say the name of the soul who’s bound to you not for love but for destruction... have you the right?
in your last life, a good few hundred years ago, he’s the one that drove the cross into your chest.
in the one before that, you burn him at the stakes for the wretched powers he held.
in this lifetime, even the armor made of the silver cannot withstand the weight of your paw, talon digging into his chest as he lays underneath you, ready to accept the heroic death.
“very well, if not in this lifetime, then perhaps the next...”
you live for three human lifetimes as the great dragon who brought the continent together. the humans, without their hero, are mere mortals. they learned better than to put their faith in one man.
in the next lifetime, you find yourself kneeling in front of a silver haired man - what a striking hair color for someone who’s supposed to be on the low.
“my hand’s gonna slip,” that gravelly voice still sends shivers down your spine.
“what-” you breathe out, eyebrows knitting together.
he takes his aim.
but there’s something wrong.
the angle he’s pointing at will graze your cheek and ear at most.
then he shoots.
when the bullet bounces against the cement somewhere a few inches away behind you, your body moves on its own. your leg sweep out to send him tumbling down onto the ground. your thighs pin his hips down so he can’t get up and you push the gun farther beyond his reach.
“why are you doing this?” you hiss, knife against his throat.
“don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to be happy?” yoongi says simply, too complacent for a man who’s about to lose yet another life to his enemy.
“that’s not how it works,” teeth gritted together, you press the dulled side of the knife harder against his snow-kissed flesh.
“then, how does it work?” he asks.
for a moment, you’re frozen in place. then you’re taken back to where it all begins.
you were a queen who poisoned her king before proceeding to ruin the kingdom until it remains but a memory to those who’ve lived through your tyrannical era. yoongi was the crown prince from a small country who enticed you into his chambers and kept you locked in a tower like a caged bird while he went to war with the neighboring kingdom with your kingdom’s army.
“i- i hated you for seducing me and locking me up in that tower,” you murmur, breath shaky, “a- and you hated me because i-i couldn’t be killed... because i was...”
“a blood sucker.” he finishes for you.
a flash of anger crosses your eyes and paint your vision red. you press the knife harder - no doubt there would be a bruise, “no matter how immortal i was... i died because of a broken heart. you killed me!”
“i was breaking my own heart for having to keep you locked in that tower but if i let you go...” he trails off, his hand coming to settle on yours.
it’s the first time you hear him choke up.
“so many died because of our love,” yoongi’s voice comes out barely above whisper.
“your sin is mistaking hate for love,” you flick your wrist, switching the side of the blade pressed against his neck to one that could cut through clean and swift.
but before you can seal yet another lifetime of your surviving, a sharp pain cuts into your arm, forcing you to release the blade, your free hand cupping the familiar circular wound that’s gushing with blood.
you push yourself off him, going over the ledge and jumping off to your safety. and yoongi’s left in the cold, night air, the coms in his ear buzzing back to life.
it’s six months later that he finds you, dressed in deep red, smiling seductively as you cling on a man twice your age. all of a sudden, he finds himself ignoring whatever his partner’s saying in the coms and approaching you and the man.
yoongi can barely remember what he said but he remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief when the man pushes you off and march out of the room, shouting russian vulgarities.
“planting a bullet hole in my arm isn’t enough, you just had to sabotage my mission, don’t you?” you’re on top of him once again but the ground isn’t cold and hard as he’s always remembered in the series of you pinning him down in differing lifetimes.
“have you thought about what i said?” he doesn’t look like he minds it anymore.
being pinned down by you, that is.
rather, yoongi quite likes the view of your cleavage when you lean down close enough to whisper into his hears, “i reflected on my past mistakes... and truly, i wish nothing more than to have you gone from my sight once and for all.”
then his index finger ghosts over the softest protrusion of the healed up scar on your arm. and you feel goosebumps on your skin.]
you leave in the morning, slipping out of the hotel room in that skin tight maroon dress, noticing the woman in the lobby, looking like what you would’ve looked like if you were waiting for your partner who went against orders and checked into a room in the very same hotel he was supposed to eliminate his target at.
sloppy. fucking sloppy.
yoongi never sees you after that. he got reprimanded and almost got eliminated by his own agency if it hadn’t been his father, the head of the extermination department who pulled some strings and buried the matter.
it’s a surprise he’s still alive at the age of of thirty-one, owning a lawfirm of his own and living the life he’s never thought he’d have.
a normal one.
then, he spots you, walking down the sidewalk holding a toddler’s hand and smiling down at him like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever hold dear to.
“stop the car,” yoongi orders.
“s-sir?” the driver, surprised by the sudden request, hesitates.
“pull over!” it’s the first time the young man has ever hear his boss raise his voice.
so he does just that, but a block away from where yoongi last saw you.
he runs as fast as his legs could carry him. but the sidewalk is empty of a woman holding a child’s hand.
it takes another year of him searching records of faces and names. for you have many and unlike yoongi, he’s sure you have no one to pull the strings and make one blunder disappear.
then he finds you, under a pseudonym, of a certain kim hana whose child is named kim youngsoo.
“it’s me,” he announces, stepping into the light that pours past the window and over not even half of the room.
“mommy, can we order pizza?” youngsoo’s lively voice rings from outside of the room.
“yeah, why don’t you decide what toppings you want and i’ll be out there in a sec, sweetie,” your voice sounds heavenly - none of the guarded strain that he usually hears. but your eyes, they look like the eyes of a woman who would give everything to protect her most precious possession.
“so it was you... one year ago,” you say, ambling to the dresser where yoongi easily finds out your motive.
“the gun’s not there anymore, you really think i’d break into the house of an ex-assassin and not think to look for weapons tacked up somewhere out of sight?” he hears the frustrated sigh you make before you stand with your feet apart.
looks like you believe his words.
looks like you’ve got no problems taking him on with bare hands.
“he’s mine, isn’t he?”
a scoff.
“you’re pretty dumb if you think one night’s all it takes to get pregnant with your bastard child.”
“who’s the father, then? why isn’t he around?” he presses on.
and his questions have always been intrusive but you notice the weight of his every inquiry. as if he’d drop dead right this instant if you don’t answer them.
“he walked away, couldn’t accept that we had to always be on the move just because he had a baby with a wanted woman.”
and it’s not the police that wants you.
“his social security number?” yoongi shoots you another question.
“i don’t know. i don’t remember,” you say simply, a shrug accompanying your answer.
“number one rule of being an assassin: never forget anything,” yoongi recites easily, even after five years, he still recalls the drilling his mentor forced him through, “so that leaves us with one possibility: he doesn’t exist, this ex of yours.”
“mooooom.” youngsoo calls out, sounding too close for comfort.
“just a minute, sweetie. why don’t you take my phone out of my bag and get ready to dial up the number to the pizza place?” there’s a lightness in your tone.
envy wraps around yoongi’s heart before he even realizes it. how he wished you’d speak to him in that delicate, loving tone as well.
“look, i’m tired, i’m done playing games, i’ve been done since that night. i know i fucked up and i know some day i’ll pay for it but not tonight... tonight... at least let me have one last night with my kid.”
it’s the way the word ‘my’ and ‘kid’ fall naturally off your mouth that makes yoongi realize that he’s the one stuck in the beginning all along. that he’s the one who couldn’t move on from the past even though he sought to change the present and threw your world upside down when he decided not to take the shot.
before he can say anything, you’re already out of the door but he senses no rush in your footsteps.
“do you have the pizza place’s number down?” there it is again, the soft, tender tilt in your voice.
it’s a little faint but he hears it clearly.
and it may very well just be a trick to make him sympathize but what is he to sympathize with when he’s only here to ask for confirmation?
why do you treat him like death who’s finally come to take back your borrowed time?
well, the answer was simple.
“i paid off the bounty,” yoongi meets you at a cafe where he knows you’ll feel safer.
no assassin will make a move in broad daylight, in public, with his face out for the cameras to record.
“how much?” you sound like you just got another loan tying you down.
“enough that they can’t resist,” he states.
and before you can even say anything, he goes on, “i want to see him.”
“no.” you say curtly.
“he’s my child too.” he slides the white envelope he pulls out of his pocket to you.
it contains the dna results from the hair on the comb youngsoo complained he lost and yoongi’s own hair.
“he’s doesn’t need a father,” you don’t even give the envelope a second glance, “if that’s all-”
“that’s not for you to decide on your own,” he cuts you off.
it’s the firmness in his tone that makes your eyebrows rise. min yoongi has always been a gentle soul. even when he was driving a cross into your heart, he’d done it with the heaviest heart.
and for him to place his foot down like this - how very unlike him.
which is why, when he pulls, you pull harder.
“if you so much as appear in front of youngsoo, we will disappear and i’ll make sure you’ll never us again.”
and with that, you take out the blank check from your purse and slip it over to him. the check and the envelop laying side by side.
money isn’t the issue, you’ve managed to wire every single penny you have to different bank accounts before the agency could even freeze the one in seoul. it took several trips to japan, hong kong and china but you eventually got enough to start a new life with your new life.
and that new life of yours is being shaken by the presence of an entity of the past.
you begin noticing the men and women dressed in plain clothing standing a few feet away from where you and youngsoo go. they’re there, acting absolutely normal which makes it unnormal. always watching, always being on guard as if their lives depend on you and youngsoo’s security.
it goes on for another three months before you finally get tired of it and approach one of them, “call your boss over.”
youngsoo’s blowing bubbles at the park when a sleek black car pulls up at the curb and a familiar face steps out.
“you can see him every week on saturdays, one no-show and you’re out. also- i decide when he finds out,” you set the rules and yoongi looks like he a little kid who’s about to perform at his school’s talent show, “do we have a deal?”
“absolutely,” he nods readily.
yoongi’s hand moves on its own and he almost hooks his index finger around your pinky finger as if asking for some kind of emotional support. but he stops himself.
he walks beside you, watching as you walk out from under the shades of the tree, your expression instantaneously brightening when the sunlight hits, “youngsoo-ah,” you wave the toddler over.
his little legs comes running towards you, curious, bright eyes staring at yoongi and right through his soul. he’s never felt so bare and defenseless.
the only thing that keeps him from running away is the fondness in your voice. and the smile on your face that he’s never seen before, “youngsoo-ah, this is uncle yoongi, he’s mommy’s friend...”
yoongi musters the best smile he can - he never needed to try. it’s the people around him that force smiles to please him. never the other way around. never him having to smile so he wouldn’t scare off his son.
he crouches in front of the child that’s partially hiding behind you, “youngsoo-ah, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#yoongi fic#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#yoongi smut#bts smut#yoongi imagines#bts imagines#bts scenarios#yoongi scenarios#bts au#yoongi au
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time, mystical time (cutting me open then healing me fine)
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The night the second Giant War ends, Percy and Annabeth sneak out together
For the first time in what felt like years, Annabeth was able to exhale.
They'd done it. Gaea was gone, the Romans were on their side, various monster armies had been defeated. Sitting on the porch of the Big House with the remaining seven after all was said and done had felt like both one of the most anti-climactic, and heaviest moments of her life. Leo was gone, and she hadn't fully processed that yet, she wondered if she would ever fully process that Leo, so full of life and energy, wasn't there anymore. But compared to the Titan War, casualties had been light.
She still felt on edge, like at any moment the dirt in front of her might rise into Gaea's familiar form, shout "surprise!" and murder them all now that they had their guard down. But the hours passed, night fell, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Which, considering how Annabeth's life had gone the past 7 years, was extraordinary in and of itself.
But it still didn't feel right. It didn't feel done . She could breathe out, but breathing in still felt like a struggle, like there was something caught there.
Maybe that was why, once her siblings seemed mostly asleep, Annabeth slipped on her yankees cap and snuck out the door. She reached Cabin 3 easily, and was not at all surprised to find Percy still awake when she tapped on his window. He opened it, letting out a waft of cool sea breeze into the night air. Annabeth pulled off her cap and Percy grinned at her.
"Thank gods, I was wondering if you were ever going to show up." he said.
"Some of us have roommates." Annabeth replied, but she was also smiling. Percy had a conspiratorial grin on his face, the kind that was contagious, and that would make any self-respecting teacher want to cry.
"Give me a sec," He said, disappearing from the window, and returning with a blanket a few moments later. Then he began to climb out.
"You know the door is like six feet away, right?" Annabeth asked, watching with amusement as he maneuvered his way out of the small window hole. Percy managed to slide out of it, his feet landing on solid ground a little harder than he probably intended.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"
"You're ridiculous." Annabeth said. She had not meant for it to come out quite so fondly, but she didn't have the heart to try and correct herself.
"You love me anyways." Percy said happily, taking her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. It felt so easy, so natural, Annabeth could almost forget the past 8 months had happened. Like they were still two kids who had only been through one war in their lifetime instead of two Which, okay, maybe a pretty pathetic ideal, but it still made her feel good.
They made their way down to the beach, careful to avoid the cleaning harpy's regular paths, though Annabeth doubted they were even on curfew duty tonight. There was still tons of debris lying around from the earlier battle that hadn't been fully squared away yet, despite everyone working around the clock to get it done. Though, with help from the Romans, Annabeth thought they could probably have camp looking back to normal in the next day or two. They were scarily efficient. Either way, the harpies were probably taking the night off.
The beach, thankfully, had remained relatively untouched from the battle. There were a few dunes she wasn't sure had been there before, and what looked like a bit of wreckage from one of the orangers. But they ignored both, opting for their favorite spot just above the tideline, in the middle of the beach. Percy set down the blanket, and they laid down on it together, still holding hands.
They were quiet, but that didn't bother Annabeth. Quiet moments with Percy were stupidly hard to come by, and just being next to him made her feel whole again. Even after the weeks they'd spent together, Annabeth hadn't fully recovered from the time she had spent with him missing. She wondered if she would ever fully recover from that, or if she was doomed to dream of him disappearing right before her eyes for the rest of her life.
And that had always been the fear, hadn't it? That he would leave like everyone else in her life had, before she had him? It was her fault they had taken so long to get together, the way she kept pulling away, expecting him to get tired and go. But he hadn't. He had stubbornly stuck around, even when she was mad at him and being mean to him and hadn't really been all that pleasant to be around.
And of course, there was the other thing. The prophecy that had ruled their lives since they were twelve, that Annabeth had read at too young an age, and that she had applied to him from the minute that trident flashed over his head. He wasn't even supposed to be here.
"What are you thinking about?"
Annabeth glanced over at Percy, who had apparently been looking at her for the past few minutes.
"You've got that scrunched up look on your face." He said. He at least had the decency to sound apologetic.
"My face doesn't get scrunched." Annabeth protested, though even as she said it she became aware of the tenseness in her forehead and between her eyes. She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"It does, when you're thinking hard. Don't worry, it's very cute."
"You're biased." Annabeth said, turning herself so she could look at him straight on.
"Maybe so." Percy said, with a soft smile and a half shrug. It was very easy to forget, sometimes, that they were half gods, but Annabeth saw it in Percy just then. Something beyond human in his touch and his eyes. Something divine. She wasn't sure how she had ever thought it would be possible for him to die. Looking at him now, she would swear up and down he was an immortal.
"I was just thinking about last summer. And the one before that. And all the time we wasted." Annabeth admitted.
"In our defence, we were kind of dumb then." Percy said, hitting her with a trademark grin. Annabeth had to smile back, even as she rolled her eyes.
"Speak for yourself, Seaweed Brain."
"Okay, okay. I was an idiot, and you were as brilliant as ever." Percy amended. Annabeth appreciated his undue faith in her, but it wasn't entirely warranted.
"I wasn't brilliant. I was pragmatic, which is just another kind of stupid if you use it wrong." Annabeth sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Like," Annabeth started, not sure how to explain what she was thinking in a totally not-morbid way, "I guess I was just thinking about the prophecy the whole time. After the labyrinth especially, I just– I don't know. I was so scared of how it would all play out. I kept pushing you away because I thought it would be easier."
"You thought I was going to die." Percy said. He had a look of careful consideration on his face, free from judgement. He didn't let go of her hand.
"Yes." Annabeth said, feeling guilty as she did, "I mean, I should've known better. Prophecies never play out the way you think they will."
"The summer before. We ended things on weird terms." Percy remembered, "Is that because you thought the time was running out?"
Annabeth shuddered inadvertently. If it was up to her, she would never think about that summer again. It had easily been the worst of her life, maybe even now, and she had some really shitty summers to compare it to.
"It was partially that." Annabeth admitted, "Partially Luke. And... it was also sort of my prophecy. When you disappeared those two weeks and we– I thought you had died, I thought... I thought it was my fault. For bringing you on the quest."
Percy was frowning, like he wasn't quite following what she was saying.
"The last line. The one I didn't tell you about until after." Annabeth prompted.
And lose a love worse than death. Annabeth had been well aware of her crush on Percy at that point, but she hadn't fully, truly realized she was in love with him until she had thought he'd died for her prophecy. It was the absolute worst moment to have that clarity. Thankfully she had gotten a do-over of sorts, but it was hard to forget that kind of pain. That probably was why she had avoided him the rest of the summer, more than anything else, because she after she knew that she loved him the thought of losing him again, which had felt desperately inevitable at the time, was absolutely excruciating.
Percy's eyes widened in understanding.
"Oh. Oh. Oh gods, I was an idiot. I didn't even realize how much of an idiot I was for that." he said, "After you kissed me and everything. I just never put it together."
Annabeth couldn't help but laugh a little at the expression on his face.
"It's okay." she said.
"Did I ever apologize for that? I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. I tortured you enough after the fact."
"You did do that. I deserved it though. Gods." Percy said, rolling onto his back, looking up at the stars.
"Rachel didn't though." Annabeth said. She still felt a little twinge of guilt at how she'd treated Rachel the first few times they'd met. Looking back on it, it really didn't have much to do with Rachel at all; she had mostly been mad at herself, and Percy. Herself for not being brave enough to make a move, Percy for having a crush on a girl who wasn't her, after all they'd been through together. Not exactly fair feelings all around, but at least they'd been equally distributed. And she'd apologized to Rachel afterwards.
"No, probably not." Percy agreed.
"I was just mad, I guess. Luke was gone for good. Thalia had left, and I knew she had to, but it still hurt. And I thought I was going to lose you to her and then you were going to die, again, sort of, and it was all just kind of unbearable."
"I'm sorry. That you had to do that alone." Percy said, squeezing her hand, "I wish I had been better about it. I just didn't really know what to do."
"It's not your fault." Annabeth said. Then, after a moment of contemplation
"Though you could have at least acknowledged the kiss."
Percy groaned, covering his face with his free hand.
"I was so dumb. I still didn't know if you liked me after that. I thought you just wanted to forget about it."
"Well, after you didn't mention it, maybe." Annabeth said, a little teasingly. It was nice to just be able to sit here and talk about things. The past few months had been pretty hellish, but one thing they had done was put things in perspective. It was easy to laugh at their awkward 15-year-old selves' interactions now, while it might've still been uncomfortable a few months ago.
Of course, if Percy hadn't disappeared out of nowhere, they probably would've reached this point in their relationship organically, without all the trauma on the side. But if she thought about that for too long she would just get angry, and she didn't want to ruin the moment. It was a nice moment. The type of moment she wanted to have with him over and over again, until they both died of old age. For the first time that actually felt like an achievable goal.
"Can I get a do-over?" Percy asked, his trouble-maker smile back on his face. Annabeth grinned back.
"You can have as many do-overs as you want."
He leaned over and kissed her, soft and sweet, and frankly much better than the hurried, frantic one in the volcano had been.
"Annabeth Chase," he said as he pulled away, "I am acknowledging that that was an amazing kiss. I hope to have many more amazing kisses with you, for the rest of our lives."
Annabeth laughed and kissed him again, because she had the time, and they finally had the world to themselves again, and now that he had kissed her again, any time not spent kissing him felt like a waste.
"You're very good at that. Have I ever told you you're very good at that?" Percy said, when they finally broke apart again.
"Well, I had lots of practice before you." Annabeth said, unable to stop the sly smile from spreading across her lips.
"Like who?" Percy asked, indignantly. He was joking, but she could tell there was a note of genuine surprise there.
"Oh, lets see." Annabeth said, rolling back onto her back, fingers still laced through Percy's, "There was Zach, from elementary school. He wasn't very good, but practice is practice. And then Jake from that boarding school–"
"You kissed guys at your boarding school?"
"Oh sure. I was sad and you weren't around, I had to make do. I made out with Connor once, that was an experience."
"Our Connor? Connor Stoll?" Percy asked, unable to mask his surprise. Annabeth bit down a giggle.
"Yeah, on a dare. He wasn't so bad, really, but he could have used a little less ton–"
"Okay, okay, I get the point," Percy said hurriedly, and Annabeth finally let herself laugh.
"Don't worry, you're better than all of them put together." Annabeth said, reaching around her own head and patting his with her spare hand.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that?" Percy asked.
"Mm. Might have to double check." Annabeth said, keeping her voice as serious as she could possibly make it.
"Oh yeah?" Percy said, and it was a dare to him now, which meant that teasing him so much had either been a bad idea, or a really really good one.
"Yeah." Annabeth said, and in a strange way she felt freer than she had before. Like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest.
Annabeth breathed in the salty sea air, revelling in the inhale. She might've started to cry if he hadn't kissed her then, but it was just as well. They had plenty of time.
#percabeth fic#percabeth oneshot#percabeth fluff#percabeth#this is probably my personal favorite one shot I've done tbh#very inspired by me re-reading BoTL and realizing how traumatizing that was for Annabeth and how they never really get to talk about it#PJO fic#missing scene#Percy Jackson#annabeth chase#hoo#hoo fic#percy x annabeth#annabeth x percy#they're just very in love what can i say#my fic
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The other night best friend and I (yes, that best friend) were riffing on trans Neil headcanons over the phone, but a realistic trans treatment of aftg gets dark real fast, so without further ado:
~The Mafia May Be Sexist (But It’s Not Transphobic!) AU ~
(tmmbsbintau, if you will)
Does this premise make sense? No, but if Nora can write about made up mafia sports, I can write a nonsense AU where transphobia doesn’t exist okay this is my party and ill be self-indulgent if i want to
We open with baby Neil, who was named after his maternal grandmother or smthg idk
Now lets say Neil is one of those “I always knew I was trans” kids
So even at a fairly young age he was like, nope this is wrong
For the most part his dad basically ignores him (what use is a girl to me???) but if he makes the mistake of getting in the way it’s the usual shit with knives and hot irons and basically Neil’s bog-standard Traumatic Childhood
His mom signs him up to play Exy to get him out of the house, and he loves it, because of course he does
Now tiny Neil may be terrified of his father
But remember transphobia isn’t real
So he when he’s about ten years old he tells his parents over dinner
His mom just puts her fork down and says that’s alright
But Nathan
Nathan
Nathan’s eyes start to glow
He has a son? Not a useless daughter?
He’s practically levitating with glee
And Neil, poor Neil, who has never had any positive reinforcement—from either parent, Mary, you’re not innocent in this—he soaks it up
Nathan puts both hands on his son’s—his son’s!—shoulders and dubs him Nathaniel
His son, his heir, his legacy
Mary takes one look at the possessive look in her husband’s eyes and thinks oh hell no
For the next few days Nathan absolutely showers Nathaniel with affection
He takes him to the hairdresser and buys him a whole new wardrobe, neglecting his mafia duties in order to dote upon his new son
It is possibly the happiest week of Nathaniel’s life
And then he wakes up in the night with his mother’s hand on his mouth and is given less than a minute to pack his things
Now he’s grown up in a criminal household; the notion of making a run for it isn’t exactly foreign to him
But it’s not until they’re in the car that Nathaniel realizes that his father is nowhere to be seen
Where’s dad? He asks
Shut up, his mother hisses, and slams the car into gear
From then on, he is never Nathaniel
His mother is 100% on board with his transition, but…not really anything beyond that
After all, people will be looking for a woman and a trans boy, which means Mary’s investment in Neil’s gender pretty much starts and ends with him passing as cis
She gets him all the medical treatments he needs (on the black market, since they’re on the run)—puberty blockers when he’s younger, testosterone when he’s older
But he’s never allowed to acknowledge being trans whatsoever
Not to his classmates, not to his teachers
He never gets the chance to have a queer community, or explore the nuances of his gender, because the only presentation they can afford for him to have is Masculine Cis Boy. The restriction is stifling. It’s suffocating.
Neil hates her for it
His life was, so briefly, perfect
He had his father’s love and approval for a day, a week, and he is both old enough to remember his father’s cruelty and young enough to believe that it could end
Nathan is incandescent
When he realizes what Mary has done he goes to the Moriyamas in a storm of fury
She stole my SON! He bellows
Now the Moriyama’s didn’t particularly care about Neil back when they thought he was a girl
Girls in the mafia are basically just for child-rearing, so he wasn’t a threat
So once they figure out what Nathan is talking about (this takes a sec, owing to Nathan having not previously gotten around to telling them about Nathaniel’s revelation), their first thought is that look, we might do the nepotism thing here in our family, but underlings don’t get to do the nepotism thing. Sorry, them’s the breaks
Obviously, Mary has to die—nobody’s disputing that, a woman who robbed her husband and stole his son? Only death will right that wrong—but Kengo tells Nathan that he’ll help find Nathaniel on the condition that he’s given to the Ravens upon capture
Nathan is utterly confident that his son—his son!—will perform admirably. He accepts the deal without a second thought
So they’re on the run for years and years, and Neil’s resentment towards his mother festers, but he never acts out too much, and he doesn’t contact his father
He almost does a couple times, but then he presses his hand to the iron scar on his shoulder and he can’t quite make himself go through with it
He’s sixteen when Nathan catches up with them in Seattle
There’s a shootout and Mary and Neil almost get away
But
Nathan arrives
Nathaniel! He shouts. My boy!
And Neil lurches to a stop
There is his father, walking towards him, his eyes still shining with the same fierce love and pride from when he was ten
Nathaniel, his father says. Hasn’t this gone on long enough?
Come home.
Mary is trying to drag Neil away, but he’s too fixated on his father
Can I? Neil asks. Can I really?
Of course, Nathan says. Everything is forgiven. I’ve even secured you a place on the Ravens. Didn’t you always love Exy? Come home with me, Nathaniel
Neil can barely believe it. His father is offering him everything he ever wanted. His mother has been keeping him from this, his whole life?
Why would they run?
And through this whole exchange Nathan has been getting closer, and Mary is pulling Neil back, and now he’s close enough to touch and the sound she makes is like something physical tears when she finally releases Neil and tries to flee
She isn’t fast enough
Nathan’s grin is as wide as the sun when his cleaver bites into Mary’s waist
Blood pours out
Neil screams
Mary clutches her side, staggering away, but it’s obvious she won’t make it far
Dad, no, Neil says. Don’t—
Shh, his father says. Don’t be afraid. She kept us apart all these years. She deserves to die.
And Neil—
Neil has hated his mother for most of his life
But he looks at the woman who has struggled so long to protect him—who has failed as often as she succeeded, but who fought anyway, everyday—and the man whose eyes are bright with glee at her pain
And he makes a choice
He only has a split second to see the betrayal in his father’s eyes before the pipe in his hand slams into his head and he pitches forward, unconscious
Neil does not wait to see if he survives
He grabs his mother and they run, her arm locked on his shoulder and her palm pressed to the wound on her side
Neil puts her in the passenger seat and jumps in, throwing the car in gear
You need a hospital, he says, frantic
No, she hisses, pinning a towel to her side. No hospitals
Guilt floods through him as he looks at her pale face
Sticky red handprints smear on everything she touches
I’m sorry, mom, he says, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—
Enough, she says. Drive
He drives
He drives, and drives, and he follows her instructions, and later he wouldn’t have been able to say if he actually thought she would survive; he believed it, because he had to, because he had never been without her; he knew better, because gut wounds are slow, but they are inexorable
He parks on the beach and there are tears pushing at his eyelids but he chokes them down
I’m sorry, he said, I never should have believed him. I’m sorry—
You never would have been enough for him, she says, and Neil flinches
Her hand finds his chin and she yanks him down to meet her eyes, her gaze fierce.
He never loved you, she says. He would have made you in his image, and when you failed he would have torn you apart. I would not—I would not watch him try to make my son a monster. Don’t—don’t waste it
Mom, what are you saying—
Promise me, she says
Promise you won’t go back to him
She is dying
Neil can’t refuse
He promises
She releases his face and her red fingerprints on his face burn like brands. He can feel them hours after the tears wash the blood away.
Her last few breaths are jagged as broken stones before she rattles to a stop, and Neil is alone
He burns her body and staggers out onto the road and he keeps moving, he keeps moving, because he knows if he stops he’ll shatter
His hesitation has cost him his mother’s life
But his action costs him his fathers love
In one blow, Neil broke the golden image Nathan had of his perfect son, and now all Nathan wants is to destroy him
He finds his way to Millport almost on instinct alone
He finds one of Mary’s contacts who can supply him with the hormones he needs to continue passing and squats in an empty house and speaks to none of his classmates
When the Exy team tryouts are announced, he goes, intending to only watch from a distance
Perhaps it is inevitable he’s sucked in
There is so little light in his life
Can he be forgiven for wanting one little spark?
The Foxes come for him in May, and Kevin doesn’t recognize him, because how would he? Even if they met as kids, Kevin never saw Neil post-transition
Wymack ends up telling him something about Kevin’s past and the truth about the Ravens, and Neil pales a little bit, remembering how his father had said he’d gotten Neil a place on their line-up and finally understanding why
And sometimes he looks at Kevin with blinding jealousy for the life Neil didn’t get to have, and sometimes he sees him nearly comatose with fear and drinking vodka like it’s water, and his stomach hurts thinking how cheerfully his father would have consigned him to the same fate
So canon proceeds and Neil still bitches Riko out on live TV, and Riko still manages to acquire Neil’s fingerprints
And would you believe that? The Foxes mouthy new rookie is [deadname], Nathan Wesninski’s brat?
Well, well, well
At the banquet Riko pokes and prods until Neil finally snaps, and as Dan drags the team away from the wreckage Jean grabs Neil’s arm and says, low and fast in French, You’ll meet with us later
Why the fuck would I do that? Neil demands
Because otherwise everyone will find out that the Butcher is your father
Neil can’t hide his flinch and Kevin’s eyes go wide
They flee the scene, but before they even reach Coach, Kevin is already rounding on Neil
Is it true? He croaks
Not now, Neil says
But Kevin reads confirmation in Neil’s deflection
I didn’t know [deadname] had a brother, he says
Now here is the thing
Names are obviously a touchy subject with a lot of trans people, and certainly with Neil in particular
But with everything that just happened, Neil is a bit preoccupied, and it’s been a long time since he’s associated himself with that name
Since before he stopped using it, truthfully
And so his response is out of his mouth before he can even think twice
“Who?”
Kevin nods seriously, because he is wise to the ways of mafia bosses, and it’s not exactly shocking that Nathan Wesninski had a mistress and a secret second child, especially considering his first child had been a girl
It’s several moments before Neil puts two and two together and realizes that he has inadvertently slipped through a perfect loophole
He’s failed his mother so many times, but at least this secret is still safe, and he clings to that
Neil’s gender doesn’t really affect his interpersonal relationships with the Foxes—he’s already changing out separately, so this isn’t even a whole other thing
It’s harder to hide his testosterone when he’s living in shared dorms, but he has everything in the safe and figures out the safest schedule to open it up when he’s sure Matt will be in class
Andrew finds out when they start hooking up
But remember transphobia isn’t real so it’s sort of more like Andrew goes to undo his pants and is like wait your dick is removeable? Okay.
And then he just gets on with it
So Binghamton and Baltimore happen as canon, and if Neil had ever harboured hopes that his father would forgive him and love him again, they’re broken for good when his father stalks in and sees him shivering and just grins
It is the smile of someone who has torn someone off a pedestal and is going to enjoy reducing them to dust
Nevermind that Nathan had been the one to put him on that pedestal in the first place
Stuart deus-ex-machinas us out of the maws of death and we end up back in that classic Baltimore scene with the Foxes, and they still claim him, and they still take him home
He tells them all about his mafia father and life on the run, and it doesn’t really click until later that he forgot to mention the trans thing
Not like he, you know, has to tell them, and being trans is hardly an issue in Exy since it’s co-ed, but it would probably be nice to see a real doctor instead of keep buying his hormones illegally
And moreover, he wants the Foxes to know him
So they hit the cabin in the mountains and everyone knows Neil doesn’t drink, but when Andrew pours him a shot, he takes it
Ooh, Nicky says, Is Neil about to start spilling his secrets?
Allison snorts. What secrets does he have left?
Uh, Neil says
Wait, Allison says. There’s more secrets????
Yeah, he says. Um, I’m trans
There’s a pause
Well, that’s no good, Allison said. We didn’t have a bet going on that
Everyone laughs, and Neil smiles, and he looks at the sunset and remembers his mother, and he remembers a life filled with hiding, and secrets, and loneliness
Bats swoop in the twilight beyond the cabin, and he turns towards the warmth and light inside, and he does not look back
#self indulgent trans au is self indulgent#my writing#aftg#andreil#trans neil#trans headcanons#this is actually a bit angsty be warned#i was so high on the transphobia doesnt exist part#that i forgot neils whole life is a goddamn tragedy for a seconde#tmmbsbintau
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Whumptober No.4 - Taken Hostage
TW: Guns, off-screen assumed character death, sexist character, smoking
Taglist: @whumpers-inc
There is a surprising (and hand-cramping) amount of paperwork that goes into working at a call center, even one as unconventional as 1-877-WHMP-NOW. An annoying, several hour, several stack amount. Bianca will never forgive whoever it was in HR or accounting (the only two departments who actually seem masochistic enough to enjoy bureaucracy) that suggested all these extra reports and encounter summaries and redundancy measures.
In the same way you tune out the world while enjoying a nature walk and only begin paying attention again when your unconscious mind notices something dangerously wrong, Bianca pauses in her muttered curses to the paperwork gods and listens.
“Why of course she’s in today,” Fran says in a tight tone. “I’ll just transfer you right to your personal whump-passionate care coordinator, Dom.”
Not Dom. Not that irritating, overly stuffed up crock of shit again. Dom had run through almost the entire call center, leaving Bianca the only person who had yet to swear to walk if they were forced to deal with the self-impressed asshole. Jerking her head up, Bianca stares Fran down, like a deer willing a semi-truck to change paths. She shakes her head, desperately miming cutting across her throat with a rushed flail.
Their gazes lock. Fran continues to dial, even as they watch Bianca’s distressed pantomime with all the impassive finality of a monarch’s sentence.
“Don’t you dare, Fran,” Bianca hisses. “I swear by all that is good and holy if you transfer him--”
Her line rings, and she answers it with a chipper grin that doesn’t touch her glare one bit. “Well hey, sugar!” If looks could kill, Bianca would be in a whole other line of work right now as she tosses an eraser at Fran’s head. “What can I do for you today, hun?”
Well, she can already tell this isn’t going to be a pleasant call, not if the sirens are any indication.
“Brianna,” Dom cries, “I’m too handsome for jail!”
Bianca mouths to Fran, “I’ll kill you,” even as they duck their head and pretend to be oh-so invested in their latest call report. She tosses another eraser and this one hits the mark, bouncing off the back of their skull.
“Hello! Brianna! I need you to put down the Covergirl or your nail file and do your job, sweetheart.”
Rolling her eyes, she returns her attention to Dom. “I’m awful sorry. What did you say your emergency was?”
“Thank you for the urgency,” he spits.
Bianca waits for him to elaborate. The sirens on his end of the line continue blaring, the voluming growing as they grow closer.
“Did the line cut out, sugar?” she prompts, carefully sterilizing her tone with a thick layer of honey.
“I tried to rob this small town little podunk town store and took this girl--” Dom lets out a short cry of pain and kicks at something. He corrects himself, ”This bitch. And someone had the nerve to call the cops on me!”
At the sound of gunfire- too close to the gun to be from any policeman, Bianca raises a single brow in silent question of his intelligence. In her humble, professional opinion wasting ammo on puerile displays and a lead tantrum is useless, but again, she’s just a professional. She only graduated at the top of her class and has years, if not decades, on Dom in terms of experience.
Of course, Bianca says none of that.
“Have you taken the girl hostage, Dom?”
“Yes! Jeez, do I have to spell everything out for you people?”
“It’s very helpful when our clients are clear and precise, Dom,” Bianca returns, an almost feral edge to the too wide portions of her smile. “Have you read our informational brochure, ‘So You Want to Take a Hostage’? Or perused our FAQs for whumpers?”
“Why should I?”
A year ago maybe Bianca might have been surprised. Now she’s just glad Dom can’t see the various mocking faces and mouthed insults she indulges in due to such a response. That doesn’t mitigate the desire she feels to bash her head against her desk until her mental faculties match Dom’s. Instead, she parrots, “No. Why should you.”
“So, what do I do?” Dom asks, impatience clear in his tone. “How do I get out of this?”
“Well, Dom, could I speak with your hostage for a hot sec?”
Completely ignoring her question, Dom muses aloud, “What if I just went out there with my guns and just started shooting. There’s only one car out there. I can take out some backwater donut cop.”
She loves her job. She loves her job. She. Loves. Her. Job. She may be a masochist.
“That course of action might not work well, sugar,” Bianca says carefully.
“Why not?”
Just as she’s about to answer, said aforementioned cop starts in with the megaphones and the offers for surrender. Quickly, she traces the call while Dom yells back about assholes and what he deserves and specifically what the cop deserves, involving his megaphone and uncomfortable places.
That ‘podunk’ little town is more of a small city, and even if there is only one cop currently there, there are bound to be more en route, and rapidly at that.
“Are you listening to me, sweetheart?” Dom demands. “There’s only one of him and I’ve got two guns. It’s fool proof.”
Oh, it’s something to do with fools alright. “So, to clarify, you’ve got a gun in each hand?”
“I just said that, honey, put your listening ears on and try to keep up.”
Over her ten plus years working with the call center, Bianca has heard plenty of stupid shit in her time but trying to go out dual wielding guns is… a new one. She quickly shoots Fran a short text reading, You SO owe me, Franny.
“What about your hostage? How are you going to keep control over her? Is she bound?” Bianca tries to reason with Dom, the apparent Blade wannabe, even if it’s futile.
“I’ll bring her with and put the gun to her head. Easy.”
Easy. Yes, so easy. Fran returns her text. ‘You’re the absolute goddess of dealing with BS I am not worthy.’
“Dom, could you be a dear and let me speak with her, please? Thank you sugar.”
“God what is it with women always needing to yap yap yap?” Dom complains as he rips the gag out of the hostage’s mouth.
“FUCK YOU!” She howls immediately. “I’ll bite your fingers off, you small dicked piece of shit!”
So, Bianca had admittedly harbored suspicions that the ‘girl’ was actually a grown woman, considering Dom’s typical behavior, but this certainly confirms that. A wistful sigh builds as Bianca listens to the hostage chew Dom out and insult his manhood and intelligence.
‘Damn straight. I expect pumpkin spice brownies and a latte on my desk tomorrow morning.’
‘It’s June.’
“It’s DOM.’
‘Pumpkin spice brownies gotcha.’
A solid, but wet crack jerks Bianca’s attention back to the matter at hand. The hostage is eerily quiet. Waiting for a response from either Dom or the hostage, she picks at the dry skin on her lips and taps her foot.
“Oh shit,” Dom whispers.
Screwing her eyes shut as if that will change what his answer is, Bianca asks, “Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you just pistol whip your hostage?”
“Yeah.”
Nope, this is officially the stupidest, most asinine, bass-ackwards call from a client she’s ever had to suffer through. Clearly having overheard, Fran twists around to get a better vantage point to watch as Bianca places her head in her hands and fights back a scream of frustration.
Collecting herself, Bianca chirps, “I’m sorry, sugar, but you really ought to have read our guide. The first rule of a hostage situation is to keep your hostage alive as leverage. Now, as it stands, you’re a murderer surrounded by... “ She counts up each little blip. “Four cop cars and another two on the way. You have to understand, honey, that it goes against policy to stay involved.”
“What? No! You can’t do this you bitch!”
Bianca grins, sharp and vicious. “Oh, Dom, I can, and I will.” With that, and Dom still shouting injustice, she hangs up.
“I’ve wanted to do that for forever,” she breezily admits to Fran.
They match her smile inch for inch, and then some. “Bee, you’re my hero. I’m throwing in maple walnut fudge pancakes just for that.”
“Of course we’ll have IT burn the connection and remote into Dom’s phone before the incident gets too close to home, blah blah blah, and we’ll look into whether that lady remembers anything after the whole gun to the head thing,” she dismisses, “but for now, I need a smoke break or twenty. Toodles!”
#whumptober2021#no.4#taken hostage#oc#fic#guns#off-screen character death#smoking#sexism#wcc series#wcc fran#wcc bianca#hostage situation#pistol whipping#food mention
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