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possum-rat · 3 years

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brb fighting ✨GOD✨

the all too familiar feeling of being teleported to a new server never fails to make (Y/n) slightly nauseous. As their feet land firmly on solid ground they look up at the sky and smile slightly. Walking deeper into the forest they crouch as to not injure their face further. Realizing they haven't actually seen the injury they stop at a small clear pool. "The hood is up. That's why Eret didn't comment. Oh." Pulling down the hood they wince at the large bandage covering most of their cheek and part of their eye along with some of their neck.

getting up from their spot on the bank they see the distant silhouette of Philza.

"DADZA." The voices begin chanting along with more thought you know the gist. Arson, Women, Women in suits, Killing men...ANYWAY. As (y/n) walks toward their house they freeze at the small box while Philza stands infront of it confused. "Crap." They whisper as they slip past Philza and look into the large wooden crate.

A small chest lies within it. (Y/n) glances toward Philza confused. Before opening the chest they turn to look at Philza. He nods in confirmation. As (Y/n) opens the chest theirs a map. The map is blank part from a messily scrawled 2 words:

Dream SMP

(Y/n) bids Philza farewell before returning to the blank room and letting the portal take them back. They see the faint broken outline of the SMP as they float down toward spawn. Eret's castle, Tommy's dirt enterprises along with his "Power tower" Purpled's UFO they begin to blur into one massive blob of color. (Y/n) eventually feels the firm solid unmoving ground under their feet.

as Y/n glances at the map again it changes. A red X over a spot. With the words "Make house here" frowning but obliging to the paper's request (Y/n) begins hiking toward the location. As they come to a large stream of water spanning as far as the eye can see (Y/n) pulls out the map again and grins as it says "Railway." With a set of numbers-Quardinints. Eventually (Y/n) finds a button leading to the railway. As they press it they wait before yelping as the ground suddenly gives way.

It's never a great feeling slamming into water from a large distance but non less (Y/n) is grateful for not you know...Dying. As they look around the old seeming to be Mineshaft they see that the Railway is still intact. There's a chest beside the railway. Bending down toward the chest and whipping the dust and grime from the top they freeze.

a harsh echoing voice demands "WHO'S HERE."

(Y/n) stands up and pulling out a potion of Night vision they uncork the bottle before drinking. Rolling up their sleeves they remain silent. "HELLO? I KNOW YOU'RE THERE." The voice roars dementedly. "Hello?" (Y/n) replies. 'man. I swear to god if this is god I will throw hands. Like on sight.' They think as a floating figure emerges from the blackness. A glowing seam of orange against the black of the mineshaft,

eventually, a figure comes into view.

Black coveralls layered with enchanted Netherite (probably heavy enchantment) instead of the normal purple glow is replaced by an orange glow. A bronze orange hood up covering their hair. A black mask covering his face with a glowing orange pair of eyes and a jagged smile painted on crudity.

in the world chat, three words appear

<Nightmare>Has joined the game.

(Y/n) frowns and lifts their hands in surrender. "Mortal. You dare venture into my land?" (Y/n) knows they can't possibly fight and win against a man who seems to be floating in all neitherite, so naturally, they decide to do something more drastic. "Nightmare. Could you possibly take off your Netherite armor? I mean if you want to fight sure, fine. I won't use my potions, you take off your armor and allow yourself to take damage. Just hand-to-hand combat. Nothing more nothing less." They murmur as they bend down to the chest placing all their supplies neatly inside. Nightmare asks in his echoing demented voice. "Fight to the death. You win you can continue on your way." (Y/n) hesitates as the other floats toward her before landing on the ground and placing his armor into the chest before standing up and stretching.

As the two back up (Y/n) crouches slightly before typing in the chat:

<Y/n> Lol fighting god rn wish me luck lol <3

Nightmare's masks expression turns to one of amusement. "Mortal. What are you doing. Stalling?" (Y/n) shrugs before pulling their hair up making it easier for them to see. As Nightmare easily jumps atop of the chest he turns toward the small beam of wood above (Y/n) jumping toward it he swings slamming the heals of his feet into the space between their rib and stomach.

(Y/n) slams toward the ground feeling out of breath already. As Nightmare stands above them and asks "losing your breath already mortal? Give up. It'll be best." (Y/n) coughs and jerks up sending their arm into Nightmares gut. Before backing up and turning sideways to limit the amount of injury to their healing burns. Hands up they step up pulling their left leg up and toward their stomach before shooting it into Nightmares gut.

Nightmare sucks in a deep breath before pulling his arm back. As his fist slams into (y/n) jaw they can't help but Yelp at the pain that flourishes from the burnt area. Their expression turns from amusement to annoyance, as they step forward quickly and raise their fist before sending it into his mask. A loud crunch echos through the tunnel before (y/n) steps back and sends another punch, then another before Nightmare grabs (Y/n's) arm and hoisting them by one arm into the air then throwing them, as if they were a rag doll to the ground.

A crack in his mask reveals a greenish eye. (Y/n) doesn't register as a gloved fist smashes into their eye and nose until their eyes begin to water. as they scoot back on their hands and feet, they feel their heart begin to slam against their chest as if it were trying to escape.

"I can hear your heart beating Mortal. You're scared." Nightmare growls. "Yeah no shit sherlock. Obvuisly am. I mean" (y/n) stands up and Wipes their cupid bow with their hand before continuing. "if you're going to do the whole "Kill me with a fight to the death" can you speed up a little? like bruh, come on. I'm literally going to die anyway."

the jagged smile turns to an expression of worry. "Mortal? are you okay?" he asks. (y/n) grins and sends their foot into his gut before He holds up a hand and snaps.

(Y/n) yelps as they begin to fall. Slamming onto the ground infront of Tommy. "WELL, YOU DONT ALLOW SHIT BITCH. Oh hey (y/n)!" Tubbo states happily. (Y/n) coughs and proceeds to sit down. From across the room, George sends a confused look toward (Y/n). To which (Y/n) grumbles "Jesus Christ can't a kid fall from the sky in peace?" They eventually drift off into a daydream about...Honestly, who knows what- but Possoms Raccoons and Ghostly Saytar's were involved.

Eventually growing bored of the arguing (Y/n) stands up and slams their hands upon the podium lectern thing beside Wilbur.

"Jesus Christ. This debate sounds like two toddlers arguing over a fucking toy. please grow up, this is a whole ass nation not some fucking toy." They growl as small dark Smokey grey particles erupt around them. Their normally (E/C) eyes now pitch black apart from a small pinpoint of (E/c).

"(Y/n)? What the- are you feeling okay?" Tommy asks from beside them. They turn toward him and nod. "I'll go get some fresh air or some shit." They mumble as they exit the courthouse pulling out their map yet again and following the directions before eventually coming to the railway. As they open the chest they notice that inside is a totem of undying a wolf egg along with a bone and a brewing stand along with an enchantment table with a few bottles of Enchantment. In addition to the stuff, they had left in beforehand. Frowning slightly they hesitate before taking the supplies.

a rail cart is already in place on the tracks.

As (y/n) boards the cart pulling a lever beside the tracks the cart shoots off shaking slightly. But in a soothing manner, like the kind that reminds you of a swing. Eventually (y/n) comes out of the mine and shoots up a hill. As they clutch the sides of the cart they gaze out in wonder at the view. Tall orange-yellow and reddish foliage growing on oak and birch trees surround the vast expanse of unmarked land. Smiling slightly (Y/n) gazes out before realizing that there happens to be a village not far from near the top of the mountain that they were on.

as the cart screeches to a halt (Y/n) grabs a spare chest from their inventory before placing the mine cart inside. As the sun begins to set (y/n) gazes out at the view before summoning a few unlit torches and placing them where needed.

As the sun finally dips out of sight (Y/n) sets to work. As they dig a hole into the side of the mountain they scan the expanse. "Should it be bigger?" They wonder aloud. A voice replies "I'm thinking maybe another two or three feet on the left wall?" Snapping their neck toward the sound.

Purpled leans against the rugged wall intensely gazing at the room. "Sorry don't mean to interrupt or anything but could I get a potion or two?" as he stands up brushing the small crumbs(is crumbs the right word?) of dust and rubble off his shoulders. Frowning slightly (Y/n) stares at him taking in his black jeans, once dark indigo now a lighter hoodie underneath enchanted netherite. As they meet his amethyst eyes they reply slowly "Depends on what kind you're asking." They reply a grin spreading across their face.

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"Purpled pass me the golden carrot." (Y/n) states as they stare at the bubbling yellow mixture. Black bandana and goggles covering their face they turn toward the boy. As he hands the carrot to (Y/n) they wheeze at the size difference. In purpled's hand, it's normal-sized, but once in (y/n's) hand, it's about a little more than 3/4 of the original size. Purpled notices and snorts "Yeah. That's because you're a giant, dumbass."

(Y/n) drops the carrot into the mixture face over the stand as a plume of smoke shoots out. "Yeah. Well, it's not my fault." They cough as they pull off the goggles leaving a ring around their eyes like a raccoon.

"Why'd you need a night vision anyway? Stargazing?" (Y/n) continues. As Purpled nods (y/n) nods and says "Here, I'll make you another just cuz. No charge or whatever." As they pour the translucent dark periwinkle liquid into 3 viles they grab another before handing the three to him and pouring more into the 4th.

As Purpled begins to head out (Y/n) says quietly "Mind keeping my house a secret? I mean...I don't want any of my shit stolen. I can give you more potions when you need?" Purpled nods waving as he leaves.

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Returning to the task at hand (Y/n) stares at the dark oak walls frowning slightly. It seemed to...empty. As (Y/n) scans the walls they smack their forehead. Running to one of the walls they rummage through the chest bringing out a painting they had painted months prior.

By the time they take a break to grab something to eat it's around 4 am. Grinning wildly they turn toward the entrance frowning. A gaping hole and no mobs? As they jog toward the entrance they see what was going on. Skeletons. Hordes of them protecting the entrance.

"MmmhBruhhhhhhhh." They groan "Y'all you don't have tooooo. But thanksss." They turn toward the door and grab Redstone and pistons.

By the time they finish the door their eyes are growing heavy. "I'll just" they yawn "I'll just take a small break here." They murmur as they curl up on the soft grass. The stars lulling them softly to sleep. “i’ll check the map...check in the morni’g” they finally finish

#mcyt x reader #(y/n)#g!n #purpled #quackity

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caysophia · 3 years

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Sam Guthrie x Reader(f)- New Girl (smut)

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(h/c)-hair color

(h/l)-hair length

(e/c)-eye color

Sam POV

I woke up to the same speaker wake up call I have heard for the past few years. I cupped my hands over the ears to muffle the sound of the speaker until it stopped. I stood up and put on a grey shirt with a fannel and jacket ontop with my boots and hat. I walked out and went to the canteen to grab something quick to have before walking to the hangout room.

I walked in and Rahne and Danielle were sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down in the chair beside and joined. That lasted for quite a while, Roberto entering and leaving the room multiple times. Illyana I guess stayed in her room for most of the morning. Only come in to grab a new crayon once in a while. I walked around the facility not wanting to be stuck in one room for too long. being in this cage was enough. I walked into the canteen and had a conversation with Roberto about random crap once in a while, and waited for the daily session. That's just pure bullshit.

Around 2 hours passed and we were called to the stupid session. It was the same as always. Why are you here and what is your mutation.

3rd pov

No one answered the questions like usual, just staying quiet. They looked around at each other to see if anyone would answer. no one did. The room stayed silent with Dr.Reyes asking more questions and trying to get them to answer. When the door opened to the room.

Sams POV

Dr.reyes asked us questions but no one budge. she tried for a few minutes before the door opened up, in walked a girl with (h/l/c) walked in, probably 5'5-5'6. She looked around waiting for someone to stay something. I forgot I was looking at her until she locked eyes with me and I looked away and slouched in a chair pulling my hair a little bit frontwards to hid my face.

Y/n POV

I walked into the room that dr.reyes told me to come to when I was ready to met everyone. I opened the door and the room got quiet. I looked around and observed the strangers in the room. 3 girls and 2 boys. two of the girls sitting very close to each other and a blonde sitting in between the 2 boys. I looked at the boy with that ruffed up hat, we locked eyes and he turned and slouched in his chair.

"This is Y/n. She's new." Dr. Reyes told the group before mentioning to the empty chair beside Hat boy. I scratched the back of my neck and sat down, he shifted his seat moving it more towards the blonde. "So, whos gonna talk. You know you won't be able to leave unless you corporate with the program." Dr.reyes stated, And the blonde laughed "this is a cage, not a program." she laughed looking at the dr "enough Illyana."

I looked at 'Illyana' and back at dr.reyes "why doesn't new girl tell us about herself." she laughed, dr.reyes glared at her.

"Why don't you introduce your self." she gestured to me, I gasped"Why don't you introduce your self." dr.reyes said, pointing her clipboard at me

"um, okay I guess." I cleared her throat and sat up " I'm Y/n L/n and u-um that's it. um, yeah." I stuttered out. Illyana laughed "what's your power?" I looked at her, Illyana started again "What is it, some little mind-reading?"

I tightened my jaw. Dr.reyed yelled at Illyana to stop.

I looked at her and smirked "I can cause things to combust in an instant." the room went silent, to the point you could hear a pin drop" And boil you alive from the inside out, so hot your flesh will melt off of your bones." I smirked. Illyana Stood up, her eyes a bright blue "That's enough!" Dr.reyes yelled and put up a force around her "To your guy's rooms, Now!" Pointing to me and Illyana. I laughed "what did I do?" dr.reyes looked at me "it's for your safety, and others."

Sams POV

Dr.Reyes walked the 2 out of the room because telling up we could leave. I stood up and fixed my hat, Roberto walked up to me " Well, then. Now we have two crazy women... fun." and he walked out. Rahne and Dani had left already following Reyes out the door.

I stood there in the room, thinking about what just happened before walking out. I walked around and went to the lounge to hang out and play fooseball with Roberto.

"You were staring at the new girl the whole time you know. You like her or something?" he laughed before moving the pole to hit the ball I hit into his court. I looked up at him "What?" I questioned. Roberto looked at me smirked "you know what I'm talking about. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. It's like you just spaced out watching her." he leaned closer towards me "someone likes crazy." he laughed, I glared at him.

"you don't know what you're talking about ." I glared "I don't like her, I haven't even talked to her." I laughed "yeah ok. Then why did you stare at her the whole time she entered the room and didn't take your eyes off of her ." he said with a teasing tone, I took a step back "I'm going." and with that, I left the room " Bye Hillbilly Starshine!" I heard Roberto laugh, I rolled my eyes and continued to walk.

'I don't like her, I don't even know her.' i thought to myself 'then again, I couldn't stop staring at her.' I walked around outside for a while before hooking my self up to the giant concert block and harness.

I looked over and say Rahne, Dani, and Y/n. Rahne started talking to her telling her about something, the last thing I saw was her looking directly at me. Smiling.

Y/n POV

I was able to be let out of my room after Rahne and Dani told Reyes they were showing me around. We walked around the facility looking around and making jokes. We walked outside and we stopped in front of a concert field.

Sam was hooking himself up with a harness and long thick chain to a faint concrete block. we locked eyes "And this is sam, he can generate energy and propel himself through the air." Rahne informed me about him. Sam finished hooking himself up and we locked eyes again, and he launched off. Spinning in circles. I jumped back." it seems like sometimes he just comes out here to hurt himself." Rahne frowned as I watched the man spin in circles not being able to say in a straight line. He hit the floor with a hard crash, I screamed and went running over to him. Rahne held me back. " I wouldn't do that." I looked at her "Why?! He just crashed into concrete!" and pulled away and ran to him.

I bent down on the ground and he opened his eyes and groaned "I need I need to learn how to land." he mumbled completely ignoring me and stood up "hey! you just crashed into the ground you should take a break." I said reaching for his hand, he stared at me and pulled his hand away " This is normal, I don't need to rest yet. Stop it." Rahne ran over and grabbed my hand "Your still human, you're just gonna hurt your self more! Your arm is already broken and your all cut up!" I yelled and he stared at me and glared "why do you care?"

At that point, I don't know why that hurt so much, I looked down at the ground and pulled my hand out of Rahne's. And looked back at him "sorry, tough guy." and walked away. Leaving Dani and Rahne with sam.

3rd POV

Y/n walked away towards the main building. Sam cracked his knuckles" what's up with her?" he questioned confused "Your what's wrong!" Dani pointed at him "why are you being so stuck up? you normally the nice one. now you just being a jerk, and that's Illyanas job." Dani said as she walked closer to him, Rahne stood between the two

"hey we don't need to fight. But she is right Sam. You got defensive when Roberto asked you why you were staring at her during the group." Rahne confronted him. " Why does everyone keep saying that!" he yelled "I don't have a crush on her! I just met the girl, yeah she pretty and nice and caring, and str- No! stop it." sam blurted out and unhooked his harness and started to walk off, face red, and slightly annoyed.

Rahne and Dani being left in the dust again. Dani and Rahne looked at each other and laughed "someones got a crush." and they laughed and walked around outside some more.

A few days pasted, Sam still being shy and Agitated around Y/n or any questions about her. Y/n still wondering why she wanted to help him, worried she might have had just ruined a chance to maybe get to know him.

Y/n Walked around the facility trying to find her way to her room so she could grab her stuff and take a shower. After taking a few missed turns she made it to her room and looked at herself in the small mirror on the concrete wall. She fixed her hair and grabbed a change of clothes and her shower bag and walked out.

She had been here for about 3 days, Sam still not talking to her. She had introduced herself to Roberto and started hanging out with Danielle and Rahne. Illyana and Y/n stayed far away from each other, Illyana called her nicknames like 'teapot' and ' explosive' which arent the worse nicknames someone could have but they were annoying.

She walked down the hallway trying to retrace the steps that Dani and Rahne took to show her where the bathroom was. She took a right and say a door with a sign "Women's Bathroom" and opened the door "Hello?" she said as she entered, no one answered. After making sure she was alone. She turned on the water and stripped down. She let the warm water run through her hair and down her body, she washed her hair and body and turned off the water and wrapped her towel around her body, and walked towards the sinks and mirrors.

She looked at herself and thought "What is his problem though? why is he annoyed at me, I didn't do anything." she shook her head and rolled her eyes. y/n got dresses and did everything else she had to do before exiting the bathroom and walking to her room. Dani and Rahne were standing outside it. They looked at her and smiled.

Y/n pov

I exited the bathroom and walked to my room, feeling a lot better to be clean. I turned down the hall towards my room, Dani and Rahne stood outside it and smiled at me, I ran to them "Hey!" I smiled and opened the door to put my stuff down "Hey, its almost time to eat dinner. And then we're gonna go to the attic. You in?" Rahne asked looking a little so happy "Uh sure, why not." I said and closed the door slightly "what's in the attic?" The 2 girls in front of me looked at each other before answering "nothing, it's just where we hang out after somedays."

I took a deep breath "ok then, come on let's go." I said as we walked to the canteen, we had some small talk and joked around with each other during the walk. Danielle and Rahne were nice, I like them.

We turned into the canteen laughing and walked to go grab a tray. We sat down and made some more little jokes here or there. I looked around the room, Roberto was sat down with Sam And Illyana was also with them around. I pushed the food on the tray around a while talking to Rahne and Dani. I pushed it away with a sigh.

"what's wrong?" Dani said turning her head towards me "Nothing, just not hungry" I said with a smile looking around "Are you still upset about the incident? its been 2 weeks, I bet you he forgot about it by now." I bit the inside of my cheek and looked over at the table with the others, Roberto and Illyana were laughing as sam sat there running his hand down his face.

"No, why would I? I bothered him, it was my fault I should have just listened to Rahne." I said with a chuckle looking back at them " Ok then, come one let's go put theses down," Dani said looking over at the others, they were getting up, I guess to go to the attic? We stood up and put are trays next to the large metal sink, Roberto Whispered something to Rahne and she nodded. "Oh god." I thought to myself, now wanting to maybe take back my invite to the attic.

3rd POV

Sam, Illyana, and Roberto were the first ones to make it to the staircase that leads to the attic. They waited in silence for the other 3 "Why do we have to wait, can't we just meet them up there?" Roberto questioned "No, We have to wait for the Wolf and her little girlfriend to bring Tea Kettle. just wait." she said sitting on the window title.

Soon after Rahne, Dani, and Y/n turned to the corner "hey." Dani said greeting the others "Finally come on." Illyana motioned her hand towards the door. Roberto opened the door and walked up the stairs, the rest of the group followed. Y/n was the last one to go up.

"Come on hotplate, It's fine." Illyana laughed as she jumped in one of the old dusty chairs. She looked around the room, A bunch of old furniture covered with sheets. she looked in the middle of the room, an old chair with a lie detector machine "wonderful." she rolled her eyes before standing behind Dani and Rahne who sat on the couch next to Roberto. Sam sat on a table on the side of the room.

"Whos going first?" Roberto asked "I ca-"Danielle started before being cut off by Illyana pointing at Y/n " New girl. You."

Y/n POV

" New girl, you," Illyana said pointing at me, I rolled my eyes. How bad could it be? I sat in the chair and Rahne hooked me up, Everyone looked at me "whos first?" Dani asked looking around, I took a deep breath "Why are you here?" Roberto asked.

"I lost control." I stated, Illyana looked at the paper "Lie. why are you here?" the room went silent. I gave a shy laugh " I lost control and might have boiled some people alive and made another explode." I looked around, Illyana was looking at the sheet with Rahne who looked a little scared. Roberto and Dani was looking at me their eyes wide the same with sam "well, maybe more than one. who knows it was a party or well a blood bath. I'm here so I'm not thrown in jail and killed by electric chair." I looked around "truth..." Rahne said quietly "ok next." I said nervously and unhooked myself.

"My turn."Illyana said hooking her self up "new girl, ask." I thought about a question but couldn't think of one "why are you here?" I asked it a simple question, also I want to know. She looked me dead in the eyes "I killed 18 men. one by one." she smiled. After everyone asked more questions and Dani and Rahne went it was sams turn.

Sam got up in the chair, Roberto hooked him up and then sat back down. I saw him fidget with a piece of coal and blurted out "what's with the coal?" Sam stopped for a second and looked up "It's all I have left of my dad." and looked around "why are you here?" I asked quickly, wanting to know the answer I have been wondering for the past 3 days.

"I got claustrophobic, I was mining with my dad and his crew. The cave collapsed, I freaked out and exploded basically. I killed them." He stated, "I'm also here so I'm not in jail." I felt bad for asking but I had to know.

"Oh, I got one!" Roberto Said with a smirk, Sam rolled his eyes and Illyana laughed "shoot." sam replied, I looked at Roberto who was looking in between me and sam. I raised a brow and looked towards Dani who shook her head. Roberto gave a slight laugh "what's up with you and y/n?" Sam clenched his fist with the piece of coal "Nothing, I don't even know her." he replied and I looked at the ground.

I heard Roberto sit up a little to look over at the board "What's going on, you're lying." I looked up and my eyes widened "I mean, you do stare at her at the sessions and have been focused on her the whole time. why do you just tell us, you're not hiding anything." I stepped forward and put my hands on the couch " He doesn't have to answer that Roberto." I stated with a glare, Illyana sat up "He does though, he's hooked up. So, I would listen." she said with a smirk "come one sam, we don't have all night." I looked down and took a deep breath, wanting to leave the room.

"If you would like to know, so bad. I think she's a nice girl." He started adjusting his hat "And that's all, nothing is going on." He said taking off the cords "but you're leaving something out." Roberto pressed on, it was starting to get annoying and the energy in the room was not nice. Sam jumped out of the chair "What else it there! What do you want me to say?! That I love her ?" he yelled, I flinched. his voice echoing through the room. "Ok, guys stop." I heard Danielle say to try and calm down Sam, and the room in general.

Roberto stood up "Well then why are you always so defensive?" he laughed and I saw sams fist start to glow "Ok guys stop!" i yelled before they could do anything else "He doesn't have to answer, he's annoyed. just stop. He doesn't have to do anything its fine." I said looking at the two boys "nothing is going on, I swear. And sam is getting defensive probably because you bothering him about it every 10 minutes! I don't understand why its such a big deal!" I yelled at the room, my fist tightening.

Rahne turned around on the couch and reached for my hand to try and calm me down "Ow!" she pulled her hand away and held it close to her "why is your hand so hot? Y/n you need to calm down, there are cameras everywhere. Reyes will and can lock you back up." she stated I looked around and at the camera in the corner of the room " I'm going." and with that, I ran down the stairs.

"y/n!" I heard someone yell as the door slammed shut behind me.

Sams POV

"I'm going" and with that, she ran out of the room, Illyana smirked, "well then, I think someone knows they can't hide things for long." I looked at her "Can you just stop for like 2 minutes?!" I yelled at her before running down the stairs to catch up to her "Y/n!" I yelled right when the door slammed.

I pushed it open and saw her turn down the hallway, I ran after her. The sound of my boots echoed down the hall, I heard her shoes skid with a loud screech and she hit the floor. I ran towards her "Hey!" I yelled but not to loud to maybe alert Reyes. She pushed her self against the wall and covered her ears. I bent down in front of her "You okay?" I said softly as I- went to go touch her hand, she flinched "Don't." she said shakily, I reached for her hand and grabbed it 'Your not hot anymore, it's fine." I chuckled and she looked up "I'm sorry about that, Illyana and Roberto have been, well you know." She laughed "Teasing you? it seems like it, but why we don't even talk to each other..." she said and seemed to be thinking about it.

I sat next to her on the wall, we stayed silent for a while before we heard footsteps. we looked at each other "Reyes, run." I jumped up and pulled her up and we ran. We ran down a few hallways before we stopped. We caught are breathes and looked at each other, still holding hands.

She ran her hand through her hair and took a long deep breath. I watched her chest rise up and down, she threw her head back and took another breath. She looked at me and winked "wanna do something? that can maybe get up both deep shit?" she laughed, I raised an eyebrow "And that would be..."

She looked down the hallway "Come on!" she laughed and pulled me "Where are we going?!" Not very sure if I should be doing this or not. She kept running forwards and ran into one of the old bedrooms. I looked around the room, only a twin bed was in it. I looked at her "why and what are we doing." I ask nervously. she walked towards the bed ad closed the door.

"Why have you been staring at me?" she asked looking at me, not breaking eye contact. I swallowed and cleared my throat "I don't know." not knowing how to answer without it being kinda creepy, she walked closer to me and pulled me by the collar of my shirt. she leaned close to my ear "You got a crush, miner? Because it seems like it. You think I haven't seen you." my face went red and pushed her up against the wall " I could say the same thing about you."

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Y/n Laughed and looked at sam right in his eyes "are we gonna do this or not?" she said with a smirk "you wanna?" sam responded with a laughed y/ns face fell " if I didn't want to I wouldn't have asked." and with that sam kissed her.

Sam pressed his body up against hers and kept kissing. Only taking a break to breathe. Y/n pushed him onto the twin-sized bed. she took off her boots and sam did the same. Y/n straddled sam and started to kiss down his neck, leaving a few bites here and there before finding a place on his collar bone to leave a hickey on.

Sam groaned and started to take off his jacket, y/n did the same. Sam flipped them, y/n landed on the bed. sam took of his flannel and hat, throwing them somewhere in the room, Y/n and sam looked at each other.

Y/n grabbed sam by his hair and pulled him back into a kiss Y/n grabbed sam by his hair and pulled him back into a kiss. the kiss slower than the beginning just want to enjoy the moment. Sam pulled away and started kissing down her neck, leaving hickeys all over. The concrete room echoed with slight moans and breathing. Y/n tugged at sams shirt "Off." she said in a breathy tone, he sat up and threw it behind him and started to take off her shirt.

"What never seen a shirtless girl before?"y/n said looking at the shirtless man above her, he glared at her " Not one as beautiful as you." and he ran his hands down her sides, y/n sighed. He started kissing her neck again, y/n tried to unhook her bra. Sam shoved his hand under her back and held her up. She threw her bra to the side " what? enjoy the view?" she said with a smirk, sams hair fell in his face. she looked up " You wanna go further?" she asked him, not wanting him to be uncomfortable as she knew what it felt like. "only if you want to." she nodded and sam unbuttoned her jeans and slide them down she kicked them off.

Sam undid his belt and throw it down "well that's quite harsh." Y/n chuckled . They laughed at each other, enjoying this time. Sam looked at her, admiring her. like it would disappear after they were done. sam put his uncasted hand on her waist using the casted one to stay up, his rough palm making her laugh at contact he rubbed small circles into her hip. He kissed down her stomach, stopping at her underwear line. He rubbed small circles through her underwear with his thumb. Y/n gasped and grabbed the metal bed frame. Sam continued to do it a few more times, her moans filling the room. sam slide them down and took them off.

He rubbed her clit his thumb before slowly entering a finger. sliding it in and out at a slow pace "Sam." she moaned as he continued"use your words" and smirked and looked up at her "More. please more." she moaned louder, sam entered a second finger going faster them before. her moans filling the room they were in, "fa-faster please sam." she moaned as he quicked the pace, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding onto the metal bed frame.

"you like that, baby girl?" he said in a deep voice, she let out a high pitch moan "I'm gonna-!" sam pulled his fingers out of her and licked them "you like that, baby girl?" he said in a deep voice, she let out a high pitch moan "I'm gonna-!" sam pulled his fingers out of her and licked them. she caught her breath "your such an ass, you know that." she wined looking at sam, he smirked and pulled down his black boxers and hovered over her.

He rubbed himself a little before lining up with her "just tell me when to stop, okay?" he said, she nodded. He slowly slipped in her, y/n hands went straight to his back "wait." she said in his ear as her nails dug into his back. they said like that for a while, letting y/n adjust "go." and sam started pumping in and out at a slow pace, sam groaned into y/n ear. y/n nails causing him to moan even harder "faster!" she moaned as she picked up his pace. Y/n digging her nails into Sams back.

The room now filled with moans and groans, "I'm gonna cum!" she came around sam with a loud moan, Sam pulled out quick finished himself off The room now filled with moans and groans, "I'm gonna cum!" she came around sam with a loud moan, Sam pulled out quick finished himself off. Y/n laid on the bed trying to catch her breath. Sam fell next to her with a deep breath. y/n looked at him, he turned his head and smiled at the girl next to him in bed. they both laughed and kissed each other "that was ... wow." y/n said with a sigh "it was, wasn't it?" he laughed and stood up to put on his boxers.

Y/n looked at him confused "where are you going?" she asked "to go grab a towel, I saw a janitor's closet down the hall. ill be right back." sam said and exited the room. a few moments later Sam came back with 2 towels and a blanket. he hander the towel so she could clean up, he did the same. Y/n put her underwear back on and her shirt. sam laid down on the bed against the concrete wall, y/n cuddled up against him.

"This wasn't a one-night stand was it ?" y/n blurted out, sam kissed the back of her shoulder " No, not if you don't want it to be." sam said softly in a sleepy tone " I don't want it to be," she said and throw the blanket sam found over the two, sam pulled her closer to his chest, keeping his casted arm on his waist. "goodnight, sweetheart." was the last thing y/n heard before she fell asleep.

Morning

The light shone through the gated window in the old bedroom, y/n, and sams clothes thrown all over the floor. Y/n yawned, waking up sam in the process. "five more minutes." he mumbled into her back, y/n laughed a little bit "come on, we have to get up. we still have to worry about the others ." Y/n sat up with a groan, her lower half was sore. sam opened his eyes "sorry." he gave a shy laugh, y/n slapped his exposed back"ow!" he yelled as her palm hit the scratches she caused on his back "those are quite big by the way." she said giving him a wink.

They got up and got dressed before exiting the room to wake to the canteen. The two walked n the room and everyone looked at them "where were you two last night?" Roberto asked Sam, he scratched the back of his neck "our rooms, why?" sam replied, Illyana laughed "the visible, and may I say dark, hickeys say different. on both of your necks." she said with a smirk.

y/n jaw dropped slightly, forgetting that the hickeys given last night were in very visible places. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist "well then, wonderful." y/n and sam looked at each other and laughed. They shared one more small kiss before going to their tables.

Extra

Y/n pov

I sat down at the table with Rahne and Danielle.they looked at each other "you guys made up I guess." I kicked Dani's shoe and gave her a glare.

Sams POV

I sat down at the table with Illyana and Roberto, when I sat down Roberto slapped my back "Ow, you bitch." and gave him a glare. Roberto gave me a smirk "Ooh, so that's what she's into huh."

I punched him hard.

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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The Placebo Effect p.1

pairing: draco x femslytherin!reader

warnings: probably gonna be some “mild” language (ok, coming back, i say fuck twice, so if you’re not down, now’s the time to nope out of here)

a/n: my first real writing post! please let me know if you have any feedback/constructive criticism. my requests are open, so pleaseeee send in stuff ;) also i’m not british so i deeply apologize if i don’t have enough british slang/if i misuse it...please tell me if i do!

summary: slytherin reader isn’t a big fan of draco and they argue allll the time. slughorn reshuffles potion partners the day they’re required to brew amortentia and... a little something happens. takes place in 6th year.

word count: 1,936

pla•ce•bo ef•fect (noun) ~ a beneficial effect produced by a placebo drug or treatment, which cannot be attributed to the properties of the placebo itself, and must therefore be due to the patient's belief in that treatment.

Y/N was growing increasingly irritated with her house: the dimly lit common room that always smelled faintly like shoe polish, the dorm rooms which always chilled her to the bone, the dark green that clashed with her favorite color (pastel blue, if you were wondering), the disgusting amount of blood purity prejudice, and of course, Draco Malfoy.

He had been tolerable enough in the beginning, focusing all his chaotic energy on Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio, but ever since 6th year had started, he’d pulled back and instead moped around like a very pale golden retriever who had just been told he wasn’t ever going to play fetch again. Well, a very pale, very rude, and very rich golden retriever. As a result, Y/N had to see much more of his ridiculously pale (but admittedly very delicately structured) face.She hadn’t known peace since.

“Watch where you’re going.”

The cold and haughty voice ripped Y/N out of her thoughts as she accidentally bumped into a silk-clad shoulder. She looked up to see none other than Malfoy scowling down at her, his silver eyes narrowed and his jaw set.

“My apologies. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to block the doorway?” Y/N’s voice was sugary sweet, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. She also told me how improper it is to get into the pants of a muggle. I’m guessing yours didn’t buy into that lesson?” A perfectly plucked blond eyebrow raised.

Y/N felt her face grew hot. How did he know her mother married a muggle? Her mouth opened and closed as the overwhelming feeling of being lost for words overtook her.

Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t let him see that he rattled you.

Y/N set her face into a smirk that rivaled his.

“No, actually.” She readied herself to go in for the kill. “Instead, she taught me the importance of rejecting an ideology that would eventually lead to me fucking my cousin.”

With that, Y/N made her exit, slipping past Malfoy and flouncing off to the Dining Hall. Sometimes it felt good to beat that prick at his own game.

“Alright, students,” Professor Slughorn began. He clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention and cleared his throat in a way only old men could. “Today, we’re going to be brewing the most powerful love potion in existence. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?”

Pansy Parkinson’s hand shot up. Y/N rolled her eyes. When Granger wasn’t here to remind everyone how smart she was, Parkinson was always available to pick up the slack.

“Yes, Miss Parkinson.”

“Amortentia. Its aroma is different to every individual, depending on what scents you find most attractive, even if you aren’t aware of it. Consuming it will make one obsessive with infatuation.”

“Thank you, Miss Parkinson.” Professor Slughorn cleared his throat once again. Y/N felt a smile form on her face. She had a special place in her heart for the professor. He was so pure and reminded her of her grandfather...even though he was a muggle.

“I’ll assign each of you to new partners.” Slughorn’s words immediately made Y/N reconsider her previous thoughts that portrayed him kindly. She turned and sent Daphne Greengrass, her (ex) potions partner, a disappointed frown and waited to hear her name. All of the other Slytherins were intolerable or at least a little prejudiced.

This is too much for a Monday morning she thought, placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic gesture.

“Greengrass you’re with Zabini. Nott, you’re with Parkinson. Y/L/N, you’re with Malfoy.”

The names afterwards morphed into a slush of noise that Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to comprehend. Daphne reached over and gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as Y/N sat, frozen with disappointment and surprise.

This couldn’t be happening. She had done so well in his class. Why was Slughorn punishing her now? He couldn’t have missed how much of a piece of work Malfoy was, and Y/N was one of Slughorn’s favorite students. How could he betray her like this?

“Does everyone know who they will be working with today?” Slughorn’s voice pulled Y/N out of her pity party.

“Yes, Professor Slughorn.” The depressed chorus of voices in the room offered Y/N some solace that, yes, she wasn’t the only one displeased with the new seating arrangements.

“Good. Find your partner and begin. Your time starts now.”

Everyone sprung up in a mad dash to find their fellow worker and get started. Potions class was much harder now that they were 6th years, and each student needed all the time they were offered.

“Fancy this.” For the second time that day, Y/N was given the treat of being surprised by Malfoy’s voice right next to her.

“You chop, I stir.” Her words were matter-of-fact and straight to the point. She’d be damned if someone as rude as him messed up her shot at getting the highest mark.

Surprisingly enough, Malfoy nodded, flipping open the potions book to the designated page and gathering ingredients while Y/N prepared the cauldron.

Y/N almost started feeling bad for him as she stirred. The bags under his eyes were large enough to be designer and his eyes, once a bright and sparkling silver, were dull and unenthused. Perhaps she had judged him too quickly.

“Uh...Malfoy,” she began awkwardly, losing confidence once he met her eyes with a convicting stare, “I’m sorry about this morning. For calling you...er...a cousin fucker, and stuff.”

His eyebrows raised again. She wondered if his eyebrows ever got tired with how much he judgmentally lifted them.

“No. You’re not.” His tone was more defeated and uninterested than vindictive, so Y/N let it slide. They continued their work.

“Your hair.”

The phrase jolted Y/N out of her flow and forced her to look up at her partner.

“My what?”

“Your hair. It’s about to get into the potion.” Malfoy glanced down at the lip of the cauldron and back up to my face with one eyebrow cocked as if to say yeah, look. Y/N obliged and saw a single strand of her hair barely about to touch the edge of the cauldron.

How had he even noticed that?

“Overdramatic much?” Y/N shot back.

“We’re almost done, can we just get through this first?” Malfoy’s tone came across as nearly pleading, something that Y/N would never expect.

She rolled her eyes and looked down at the directions. She only had to stir the potion thirteen times clockwise, and it would be done.

“No, I think we can talk about it now. It is basically done.” Y/N glared at him. If he wanted a fight, he could get one.

“Well then.” His tone was a 180 from the pleading one he had adopted just a few seconds ago, now snippity and offended. “I said that no, you weren’t sorry, because I meant what I said this morning. I know you did too.”

“How would you know what I think?”

Merlin, who did he think he was?

“Half-bloods. They’re all the same, so predictable. It’s like you all have a hive mind or something.” He paused to fiddle with his sleeve. “But it doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. We both know it’s not true.”

Y/N was fuming. How many times had she stirred? Ah, yes, 8. 5 more to go. It took all her willpower to continue stirring at a controlled pace.

“Don’t you know that your blood purity isn’t a personality trait?” Y/N hissed back.

“Sure. Still makes me superior though.” His eyes were flaming despite his measured response.

“What are you gonna do once your lot is all intermarried? What’s the plan, genius?”

2 more stirs to go.

“I don’t take questions from pathetic half breeds,” Malfoy spat.

1 stir left.

“Why, because you can’t answer it?” Y/N exclaimed. “You know you’re wrong!”

13 stirs. Y/N’s hand slowed the ladle to a stop.

“No.” Malfoy leaned in, so close she could feel his hot breath one her face. “You just know that you’ll never be welcome here.”

That was it. Y/N’s hand shot up from the cauldron, aiming to shove the Malfoy heir away from her, but she forgot to drop the ladle. Instead, the ladle was flung at the two with enough force to splatter their exposed skin with the freshly brewed amortentia.

Y/N and Malfoy both froze, staring at each other, then staring at the potion coating them.

“What have you done?” Malfoy whispered, eyes growing wide. Y/N had never noticed how kind his eyes looked--they were like two miniature stars, flickering and shimmering with the reflected light of the room.

So that’s why my favorite color is pale blue Y/N thought dreamily, letting her hand drop the ladle to the ground. It clattered as it hit the stone, but she didn’t notice. It was much more worthwhile to admire the fairness of his hair. How could it be so pale and delicate? It reminded Y/N of spun gold.

Draco--when did she start calling him Draco?--raised one quivering hand to the side of her face.

“You have an eyelash.” His voice was quiet but deep and melodic.

His thumb brushed over the skin under her eye, making her shiver from the cool touch. He had very long, elegant fingers. How had Y/N never paid any mind to them before?

The classroom had fallen silent at this point, but Y/N hadn’t even noticed. All that existed in the room was the boy gazing at her with eyes softer than anything she had ever seen before. He still hadn’t moved from his close proximity. If Y/N looked hard enough, she could count the dark grey flecks in his eyes--ooh, or each of the long eyelashes fanning them.

Draco licked his lips, a motion that pulled her attention away from his eyes.

“I didn’t mean what I said about your mother,” he whispered. Never had Y/N ever heard such a tenderly stated sentiment before.

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said either.”

Draco’s hand was resting on the side of her face, cupping her cheek and holding her in place.

When had that happened?

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing except the fact that the blond boy was leaning even closer, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. She followed suit, sending one last glance down at his lips before they touche--

“Well, isn’t this an interesting scene.”

Y/N and Draco sprung apart to see Professor Snape staring cooling at them.

“Thank you for calling me over, Professor Slughorn. I can take it from here. Parkinson looks like she might need some assistance.”

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N had difficulty tearing her eyes away from Draco, and it seemed as though he was fighting the same struggle.

“Do indulge me,” Snape drawled. “How did you both manage to accidentally consume the same potion?”

“Professor,” Y/N replied, “We didn’t drink it. It just spilled.” Her tone was giddier than she would’ve liked, but it was okay. Everything was okay, just as long as Draco kept looking at her with those jewel-like eyes.

“Well then.” Snape sighed. “I am assuming that neither of you bothered to listen to the explanation of how amortentia functions?”

“Well, sure, Professor,” Y/N responded. “It’s the most powerful love potion in the world and it makes you fall in love with--”

“You see,” Snape interjected, “If you or Mr. Malfoy decided to pay attention, you would’ve heard that amortentia is meant to be consumed. Its effects don’t occur from skin contact.”

“What are you saying?” Draco looked just as concerned as Y/N.

“I’m saying that you two have some unfinished business to work out. The potion didn’t cause,” Snape motioned to the two students, “this.”

With that, Professor Snape stalked off, leaving Draco and Y/N to gape at each other.

final a/n: if you would like me to continue this, let me know! thank you for reading and send your requests in! and in the case you’re confused by the ending: check out what the placebo effect is. it’s a very interesting topic!

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arigatouiris · 5 years

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [13]

c h a p t e r t h i r t e e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 5055

Author’s Note: So, I really appreciate the love I’m getting from readers who love reading this story. It means a lot to me, it really does. But, being demanded to update ‘as soon as possible’ makes me very sad. I mean, I update literally every single day on weekdays. This has been my pattern since my first story on tumblr, and if this isn’t fast enough, then I’m truly very sorry. Such demands are just plain offensive, really. If you want to tell me the story is good, please let me know, but when you demand me to update? That hurts. I am very hurt right now, even though I have updated on time. I am not running on any schedule, and I just do this as a hobby.

13 // οικογένεια family

❅

Her eyes met Peter’s. Peter was already looking at her, and when her eyes met his he didn’t know if he had to look away. He couldn’t, almost; she was just that breathtaking.

“C-Can you play that song?” Her voice was strangely raspy, it wasn’t a moment ago.

Peter blinked. “What song?”

“The song you told me the other day. The one that I was humming.”

Recognition hit his features a second after she mentioned the song. Peter nodded and fiddled with his suit before pulling out his phone from a secret pocket. He knew he had to be using another phone as Spiderman, but that didn’t matter right then. Clicking on YouTube, Peter typed the song’s name and pressed play. As the tune began, (y/n) eagerly waited; she wondered if this was the song, if Peter was right in his guess. She could still remember the tune her mother would sing, the songs she would hum as she waltzed through dreamily at the back of the temple.

She would pet animals and hum this tune, (y/n) not knowing what the song was. She was certain that it was a song that the mortals sang; a song famous here and not amongst the gods.

And when Cyndi Lauper’s voice started after the intro, (y/n)’s eyes widened slowly. Her eyes met Peter’s a second after, as tears filled her eyes. This is it, she thought as a hand slowly flung to her mouth, shakily. Peter had no clue what was going on, but this was her moment. The song played between them, Peter sitting by her on the bed she was lying down on.

“If you’re lost, you can look, you will find me…” (y/n) sang along, almost quietly, knowing the lines of the chorus.

She looked at Peter as the song continued, who was adorning a soft smile on his face as he watched her. His eyes were so intense, she wanted to look away; or not look away, (y/n) couldn’t decide. Why did he have such an unnerving effect on her? His overwhelming good looks, maybe? The way his eyes blazed at her? She couldn’t tell. Perhaps, it was also because it was always Peter’s face she had clung to for comfort; Peter had uncharacteristically been helping her even before he knew her.

“Is… Is this song special?” Peter asked, lowly, staring at her.

(y/n) nodded, “My mother always kept humming a song I didn’t know. I caught the tune of it, for years actually. Never knew the song.”

“This was the song?” (y/n) chuckled at Peter’s excitement.

“Yep. This was the…” (y/n) looked up at Peter staring at her and couldn’t look away from his eyes. “Peter, your eyes…”

Their faces were merely inches away from one another now. Peter could feel her breath tickle the edge of his nose, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His gaze lingered on her lips and then her eyes, dancing between them to a song that was playing in the background.

“How have I never noticed them?” He couldn’t tell if she said this without thinking or to herself.

“What about them?” He asked, not realizing his voice was a whisper.

He wanted to kiss her. He could feel every ache in his bones for this one thing; he wanted to hold her and kiss her repeatedly, hold her and kiss her and tell her to stay. He wanted her by his side, he wanted to tell her everything was going to be alright, and that she was here with him as he held her and kissed her. Peter wanted nothing more.

"The color," she breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like melted chocolate. I could paint those..." She reached toward Peter, but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”

Suddenly, the sound of a throat clearing and a foot slamming on the ground had Peter Parker pull back from how close he was to (y/n). Tony Stark stood by the door to her room, watching them like he had seen the most bizarre thing in the world, his one arm in a bandage. Tony gestured to them both and squinted.

“Is… Is this some weird declaration of love that teenagers do these days?”

With Cyndi Lauper’s song still playing in the background, it made everything all the more embarrassing for Peter. Turning his phone off, he could feel his face bleeding red, and (y/n) wished desperately to her uncle to make her disappear. Brushing whatever had happened aside, Tony approached them both and sat down on the chair to their side, facing the two. Tony fiddled with his hands, still unsure on how to talk to his daughter, who was almost caught kissing a boy he knew rather well and cared for deeply.

He looked at them and blinked, “How long has this been going on?”

“Mr. Stark, i-it’s not—”

“We’re friends.”

Peter froze before frowning and turning back to (y/n), who sat there with wide eyes and a red face. She looked at his hurt expression and her jaw dropped.

“I—I mean, we’re—”

“Alright, you guys can talk about it later. Pete here told me that your grandfather might be coming after me.”

(y/n) nodded, feeling the blush come down. She licked her lips together before building a proper narrative in her head.

“He’s always been after the people associated with me. He’s not really happy about the prophecy, and now that things are… Well, now that I’ve killed two of his henchmen, he’s pissed. He’s been pushed to a corner. So, he threatened me the only way he could.”

“It’s been four days. He… It’s only been raining.” Peter said, confused slightly as to why nothing had happened.

“That’s what’s confusing me too. He… He normally makes his move quite fast.”

“Isn’t it easy for a god to kill a man; especially a man with one arm?” Tony offered.

(y/n) frowned before shaking her head, “No. Gods aren’t allowed to kill people anymore. Because Zeus had affairs with human women, like… a lot of human women, Hera went around killing women in Greece who had slept with her husband. She did it in a blind rage. My mother then made all Gods vow to never harm a human again.”

“Then what’s to worry?”

“His henchmen. They do all of Zeus’ dirty work. He controls them because he made them using his blood and stone. I’ve taken down two but the strongest one…”

“Is the one that your uncle took away the other day.” Tony finished.

(y/n) nodded, placing her hands on her lap. Biting her lip, she contemplated telling the two of them what she had in her mind. In the end, she went for it.

“I…”

Tony looked up and blinked. Peter turned to her and faced her.

“My mother’s always protected me. She taught me how to hunt, how to use the bow… Even though as my uncle, Apollo never really got too close to me, she’d make sure that no one treated me without respect. She couldn’t obviously demand that they love me, but she loved me enough. Every time I asked her about you,” She looked at Tony, “She told me she didn’t tell me who you were because she wanted to protect you. And I believed her, even without understanding what she meant. What she needed to protect you from. I lived all my life being half of something. Half god, half a human,”

Peter could feel her heart rate increase as she spoke.

“After losing her, and getting to know of that prophecy, I finally had the chance to become a full something, you know? I wanted to find you and… and come to you and maybe you’d accept me and I’d get to live with my dad?” (y/n) used her left hand and wiped the tear that was about to fall from her eye.

Tony’s gaze hardened. He wanted to look away, but that would make it slightly easier. He wanted to see; he wanted to see how much he had missed. He wanted to know.

“But after learning that my mother did this for a reason… I… I can finish this prophecy and become a full god. Doubt filled my mind when I started to think that maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t know who you were. Maybe this was why my mother kept you away from me, to protect you from me. It was not any other threat but me. My mother was protecting you from associating with me.” (y/n) choked down her sobs, but the tears, they fell.

Peter felt his heart break at the sight of her crying. He turned to Peter with a pained expression, wondering what can be done. He knew she blamed herself, just as he had before; he could see so much of himself in her anguish, so much pain that he could somehow weirdly relate to. His heart went out for her but the distance was so great.

“Just..” Tony was not a man of few words. But that situation called for silence or a lack of words. Without even being given a chance, Tony felt like he had failed her. “Just remember what I told you and why I’m here in the first place.”

(y/n) met her father’s eyes. Tony looked at her and nodded once, strongly.

“It wasn’t you she was protecting me from. This I’m sure of.” Tony walked out of the room, quietly.

Peter’s hand instinctively went up to her face and wiped her tears away before she could. She gave him a nice smile, which he returned, but he felt uneasy. As if something terrible was going to happen and neither of them were talking about it.

“You’re not in school? What, it’s like 2 p.m., and you’re pulling a Spiderman?”

Peter chuckled dryly, “You shouldn’t be worrying about that.”

“You shouldn’t be missing school.” She said, feeling him bring his hands down, off her face.

“You shouldn’t be leaving.” His voice was sharp.

(y/n) didn’t say anything. She looked at him with a morose expression, afraid to explain to him, afraid to say anything that could make his longing worse. She could see his Adam’s apple raise and fall, indicating that he was about to talk.

“I don’t understand what being a demigod means. I don’t understand what it’s like being in your situation, but here’s what I do get,” He looked up at her and blinked, “Being half of something.”

“Peter—”

“Hear me out? Please.”

(y/n) and Peter shared a look that spoke more than words could ever communicate. She nodded once before noticing Peter come closer to her on the bed. His hand fell on hers this time, without any hesitance.

“Ever since I got my powers, things are weird. I turned into this unusually fit guy who could magically climb up walls and is sticky almost all the time. I lost my uncle and he was probably the only person I could come close to calling a father, after Mr. Stark that is, but at the time, I blamed myself. I kept my identity a secret, I pushed people away from me because associating with me meant being in danger. And I couldn’t possibly lose anyone after losing uncle Ben.”

“I’m so sorry…” Her voice was low.

Peter pressed his forehead to (y/n)’s once before pulling away and staring at her eyes. His right hand rested on her cheek as he spoke, “May knows now and I don’t have to lie to her and it makes me feel so at ease because lying to her killed me. I know for a fact that I will protect her. I can’t keep pushing people away because that’s what keeps them safe. No. It’s my responsibility to keep them safe, no matter what. I took that on when I became Spiderman,”

He kissed her on the nose and continued, “You… You might think that Mr. Stark is living the perfect life right now and doesn’t need you. But, see… Family doesn’t work that way, (y/n).”

(y/n) smiled when she felt his fingers rub against her cheek. He was being affectionate even without trying to be.

“It’s the strongest and most confusing bond out there, (y/n). You can’t run away from it.”

Pulling back, (y/n) rested her hand on his cheek and stared at him. It was as if her eyes would burn through his skin. Peter suddenly felt very conscious of himself, feeling icky and sweaty in the back of his suit, and he hoped and prayed his face didn’t look like a mess right then because she was always pretty.

“Five years ago, when I was transported to New York, I saw a vision. Four people. I saw… Tony,” She didn’t know how to address him. “Pepper, Natasha and you.”

“Me?” Peter asked, in disbelief.

“Yes, you. You looked at me in a way that made me think I shouldn’t go somewhere, but I could never figure out what your eyes meant. But, God, being looked at like that… It was everything. It showed you cared for me and wanted the best for me, all of that in one look. This was before I even met you. Five years before meeting you. And for those five years, each time I panicked or got anxious or felt lonely, I’d picture your face. I’d picture your face looking at me every single person on earth would want to be looked at. And you saved me. Each time.”

Peter couldn’t believe it. It felt as if suddenly, someone had stolen his ability to breathe.

“You have been saving me for a long, long time, Peter Parker.” She said, before pressing her lips to his.

It felt like finally. As if the word ‘finally’ had been reinvented into this scene. Her hands were cupping his face and his hands wound themselves around her delicately, knowing she was hurt and addicted to her lips on his, all at the same time. Peter had never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between them exploded. His heart kept missing beats and his hands could not bring her close enough to him. He tasted her and realized that he had been starving.

Peter had loved before, but it didn't feel like this. He had kissed before, but it didn't burn him alive. Maybe it lasted a minute, and maybe it was an hour. All Peter knew right then was that kiss, and how soft (y/n)’s skin was when it brushed against his, and that even if he did not know it until now, he had been waiting for this person forever.

Pulling away, Peter knew he was smiling. Their noses were touching and he didn’t want to let her go.

“I like you so, so much.”

This earned a giggle from her and Peter could feel his heart pound in his chest. As if there was no time to waste, Peter kissed her again, pushing himself closer. However, when she winced just a little bit, Peter jumped away and attached himself to the wall opposite to her, in a very Spider-like fashion.

“Right. You’re still injured. I’m sorry.”

She laughed at him and shook her head a bit, thinking of how easy it was for Peter to ruin her.

❅

Four more days had passed since Peter told (y/n) that he liked her. Zeus had not made any appearance, the rains had died down, and the sun was shining again. It was as if (y/n) had never been a demigod and these four days were her actual life, waking up after a longish nightmare.

If she could believe that, though, she might have been fortunate, but she wasn’t. She could move around now, her ribs had been healing up quite fast—her being a demigod and everything. However, Tony never let her out of the building or out of his sight for too long. Pepper would occasionally drop in and give her food, even if she was full, and speak to her about random things. It was Pepper who introduced her to waffles, and Pepper who introduced her to the wonderful world of Netflix.

However, at that minute, Apollo, Pepper and Tony were in her room as she sat on her bed. Her uncle had appeared out of nowhere like he normally did, spooking both Tony and Pepper, but this was something (y/n) was quite used to. Feeling quite torn, she didn’t know what she could tell her uncle. She was now having long conversations with Pepper, being told things and how to take care of her skin. Morgan would sometimes come and play games with her, with Pepper leaving the two of them to bond. Morgan was her half-sister, who was more than thrilled to have (y/n) live with them (even if (y/n) kept saying it was for the time being).

There was one dark aspect about getting this close to Pepper and Morgan. While Tony kept himself reserved, coming in only when he needed to tell her something important, checking in on her while she was asleep (while he thought she was asleep), and being slightly awkward around her, it was Pepper who made (y/n) completely comfortable. The dark aspect about getting this close to this family was that after the prophecy, she was going to lose all of this.

“What’s up, uncle?”

“Do you always travel like this?” Pepper asked, looking distressed.

“By light, yes,” Apollo said, rolling his eyes. “Well, there’s still no sign of Zeus. Olympus is literally trembling. Zeus not being there is making everyone else quite mad. Three of them have stepped down.”

“They can do that?”

(y/n) nodded, “If a god steps down from Olympus, they’re merely just not part of the council, but they can’t cease to be gods.”

“Athena, Demeter and Hestia have stepped down. Ares went through the same thing, he was banished but he’s still a god.”

“This council doesn’t make sense, then.” Tony said, looking at Apollo.

“It never has. That’s what Athena and my sister were on about even before the prophecy came to be. At one point, Athena knew not to argue, her wits told her that. Artemis, on the other hand, was hot-headed… She never listened.”

“Seems like I didn’t get the stubbornness from you after all.” (y/n) muttered, which Tony quite obviously heard.

“Rude.” He said, glaring at her.

“Right,” Apollo chose to ignore whatever happened, “The Boar is locked up but he isn’t moving. He isn’t even attempting to escape because Zeus hasn’t given him any orders. Hera doesn’t know where he’s gone either.”

(y/n) thought about Hera. Apollo had mentioned that Zeus had been abusing her; but her heart couldn’t be kind to a woman who was so mean to her. However, her mother had taught her that sometimes, kindness was not easy.

“So, you’re saying this is like… peace?” Tony asked, confused.

“I guess you could say that. Until Zeus returns, that is.”

“I don’t think it’ll last.” (y/n) said, shaking her head grimly. “Zeus will try something. Whatever this peace is won’t last. He’s definitely plotting something right now.”

Apollo presses his lips together. He didn’t want to put his finger on it, but the air around his niece had changed. His eyes turned to Pepper’s form, who was looking at (y/n) with concerned eyes. He looked at Tony, who was sitting there, trying to think of something that could help the situation. Nodding once, he left, knowing she was in safe hands.

(y/n) felt a hand fall on hers. Looking up, she saw Pepper smile at her.

“It doesn’t matter, (y/n), whether it’ll last or not. You’re our family now.” Pepper looked at Tony, who nodded a moment after.

“You know,” (y/n) smiled as she continued, “My mother always kept saying your name to the trees and the birds, asking how you were doing. In her heart, she wanted me to meet you first. Now, I know why.” The girl squeezed back Pepper’s hands, earning a soft smile from the blonde woman.

Pepper leaned forward and kissed (y/n) on the forehead for a long moment, before standing up to leave. She looked at Tony, who looked like he wasn’t going to move, and left the room. Tony stands up to sit where Pepper was, and looks at (y/n)’s hands. All he could think about, ever since he saw them, were how small her hands were. As he was looking, he noticed one of her hands move and land on his, causing him to look up at her face in slight shock.

She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were. He was so close to her, but Tony moved closer. He could smell Pepper’s shampoo off her hair, and her hand was still on his.

“Are you in any pain?” She asked him, and Tony raised his eyebrows before shaking his head.

He didn’t know what to say. (y/n) noticed he was choking back tears.

“Tony.” She said, unsure.

“I really hope you don’t call me that in the future.” He replied, chuckling dryly.

“I… I wanted to stay away from you for a reason.” (y/n) said, looking down at their hands.

Tony looked up at her, “And what’s that?”

“I didn’t want anything to do with you because once I become a god, I… I won’t have any of this. You can’t imagine how torn I am now that… Now that Pepper’s accepted me and Morgan’s being… I don’t know and you... I’ll lose all of this. I’ll... “ I’ll lose you, she wanted to say but couldn’t.

But, Tony heard it. His grip on her hand tightened and he thought it was the most foolish thing he had ever heard. He raised her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips and kissed her. (y/n) let out a sob before chuckling dryly. Years and years she had pictured her father sitting by her side, and here it was actually happening.

“Morgan has this thing. She tells me that she loves me 3000. It’s funny because that's my definition of how much love there is to give.”

“Right, I’ve heard her say that to you.” (y/n) said, smiling softly.

Tony nodded before playing with his daughter's hand, “And it’s become like something we’ve made together.”

He looked at her and suddenly, she was only 5 years old. Tony’s heart melted at the thought. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before muttering a phrase that now became something the two of them made together.

“I love you, moonchild.”

❅

(y/n) could feel herself healing. But, there was this growing anxiousness in her stomach that increased each day; she knew Zeus was plotting something and the more time he took, the more she grew worried. It had been two more days, now close to a whole week of what had happened to her. She had gotten closer to Tony, with the awkwardness dying down a bit each day. ‘Moonchild’ was his nickname for her now, he never addressed her as (y/n) anymore.

She liked it. She liked everything about her father. And although she hadn’t called him that yet, Tony never pressured her. It was strange but she could see why Pepper was the reason he had changed. Tony’s ability to love was unlocked by Pepper, and it was inherently she who had turned him around into someone who could care so much.

She wanted to call them her family, but she was torn now with the possibility of that not happening. Some part of her had already started thinking about how life would be like if she gave up on the prophecy, but she knew she could never do that.

Despite how much she loved the three of them, she knew she had to leave.

Peter suddenly came in through the window, causing her eyes to widen. It was over 12 a.m., in the night, and it was certainly not the time for a boy to visit. Tony had strangely gotten around talking about Peter to her, and had strictly said that the boy was not allowed to be with her post 9 p.m.

“Pete, you’re not supposed to be here—”

She got off the bed and embraced him, him hugging her back. His suit was sweaty, but she didn’t care. Pulling away, Peter brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed her passionately, with her kissing him with just that much vigor. She missed him by hours, and Peter could feel her rapid heartbeat whenever he came near her.

After a while of making out, which was something that the two of them did rather well, Peter noticed there was hesitance in her movements. He didn’t take long in asking her what was wrong.

“I… I love them, Pete.” (y/n) said, pressing her lips together.

“That’s great news! See, I told you—”

“When I become a god… I won’t die. I’ll stay young and everyone around me will age. Everyone will move on. Including you.”

Peter strangely hadn’t thought that far ahead, but once the thought was placed in his head, anxiety kicked his insides to a pulp. He suddenly grew afraid, and started to look for ways out.

“Is there… Is there any way you can stay mortal?”

“I can’t not complete my prophecy, Peter. And if I do… I won’t be.”

Peter remained silent.

“I don’t have a life here, Peter.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to lose her and even though this thought may be selfish, he would take the blame. But, sometimes, grief hurts us in ways we would later think was petty. Peter suddenly recalled telling her he liked her, and her not saying anything back. He turned to look at her worried face, and froze for a second.

She hadn’t said it because she had always planned on leaving.

Getting up suddenly, (y/n) knew something was wrong. Peter felt his vision go a bit blurry, but he knew he was fine. He told her he had to leave, and although that came out abrupt, he couldn’t pay attention to it at the moment. He doesn’t remember apologizing to her as he left, he jumped out the window and felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes, thoughts of her and her words and her kisses and her actions burned him.

That night, (y/n) couldn’t sleep. The anxiousness was turning things around for her, and with Peter leaving abruptly, she knew one thing. She had to leave too. She had to go to Greece herself and see things to an end. Being clueless was one thing, but being certain about being clueless was another. She was sure in her not knowing; and her indefiniteness was her strong point. Getting out of bed, she rushed to Morgan’s room to find the child fast asleep. (y/n) smiled to herself before leaning down and kissing her forehead, whispering sweet nothings to her little sister, before heading out to her parents’ room.

She had never been able to call anyone but Artemis that. Pepper had proven herself easily to be a mother to her, no judgment from her end. And Tony. Tony was her father, flesh and blood and everything. And with time, she knew she could accept him as easily as he had accepted her.

Standing by their door, she watched them sleep. Tony looked peaceful and she hoped he wouldn’t get anymore nightmares.

Zeus not approaching them proved one suspicion she had in her mind.

He was a coward. A coward not worth her anger.

Heading to her old roof top, she found her stuff there, untouched. (y/n) picked up her arrows and her bow; her dagger was still inside her pouch, which was with her from before. She felt like she was right in leaving, but she also felt like it wouldn't be a long departure.

As she turned, it was as if one of her dreams came true. Literally. She saw Spiderman jump a few feet ahead of her, come toward her as quickly as possible, take her hands in his and press his forehead to hers, his mask still on.

“You can have a life here. With me.” Peter said, and her eyes widened.

She had always wondered what his purpose was for appearing in her vision. Pepper’s was that she would become a mother to her after Artemis, and Tony was literally her father. Natasha trained her and taught her almost everything she knew. She had wondered what Peter’s purpose was.

Removing his mask, she pressed her hand to his cheek and laughed, finally understanding. Leaning forward, she captured his lips with hers, and kissed him hard. Before Peter could respond, she pulled back.

“I love you, Peter Parker. I… I think I always have.”

Peter’s eyes were saucers now. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“I love you. And I’ll be back. I promise you, I’ll be back.”

Peter looks terrified, but he nods. He didn’t have to say it back, she knew. With the way she looked at him, he knew she knew.

Peter’s purpose was simple.

He would be the reason she’d stay.

❅

When she reached the park, it was sunrise. She knew her uncle was watching her. She felt at ease, calm; she knew so much more now than she had before and all it took was acceptance.

It was strange how fate worked. It barely let her be herself when she was angry.

“What do you plan on doing to Zeus?”

(y/n) knew the last time her uncle had asked her this, she had told him what he didn’t want to hear. She had told him the wrong answer. Turning to him, she smiled warmly, a smile that didn’t resemble Artemis, but Tony instead.

“Nothing.”

When Apollo smiled, she felt the sun rise to the north. It was afternoon in Greece.

❅

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Sauropelta edwardsorum

By Jack Wood

Etymology: Reptile Shield

First Described By: Ostrom, 1970

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Ornithischia, Genasauria, Thyreophora, Eurypoda, Ankylosauria, Nodosauridae, Nodosaurinae

Status: Extinct

Time and Place: Sauropelta lived between 115 and 105 million years ago, from the Aptian to the Albian ages of the Early Cretaceous

Sauropelta is known entirely from the Cloverly Formation of Montana and Wyoming, specifically the Himes and Little Sheep Mudstone Members

Physical Description: Sauropelta is a Nodosaurid, a kind of armored dinosaur that featured extensive spikes and other ornaments on their bodies for sexual display. It’s also one of the better known ones, due to its fairly impressive shoulder spikes. While we know the basic structure of this armor due to its bone base, relatives of Sauropelta have helped to indicate that keratin - the same material as hair and nails - probably covered these spikes and made them even longer. This made Sauropelta and animals like it impressive to look at, with increasingly ridiculous spikes and ornaments.

By Dino Guy 2, CC BY-SA 3.0

Sauropelta itself was about 5. 2 meters long, making it fairly average size for a Nodosaurid. It was heavily built and squat in size, giving it the general appearance of a tent. It had a triangle shaped head, with a narrow tapering snout. It had a very flat top to its head and a thick skull covered in tightly fused plates, primarily for defense. It had leaf-shaped teeth in both the lower and upper jaws, and a ridge on the inside of its mouth that supported a small beak in the front.

It had a very long tail, half the total length of the body, with bony tendons lining along it to keep it stiff. It had a very wide body, with broad hips and ribs, giving it a very round appearance when looked at head-on. It had short front limbs compared to the hind limbs, arching its back so it was highest over the hips. It had very stout feet and limbs, as well as its shoulders and pelvis, allowing for it to support a great amount of muscle mass and weight.

Sauropelta had rows of small domes - scutes - from the top of the neck to the back of the tail. Over the back and the tail there are small nodules, which separated the larger cone-shaped scutes in parallel rows. On the hips these nodules and scutes locked together into a shield. Sauropelta had large spines on the sides of the neck, increasing to a peak over the shoulders, and decreasing dramatically before stopping at the hips. Flat plates lined the tail on both sides, pointing out and decreasing in size towards the tail. The spines on the tail and neck were fused, reducing the amount of motion possible for both ends of the body.

By Emily Willoughby, CC BY-SA 3.0

Diet: The small, pointed head of Sauropelta means it was a selective browser, eating very specific plant material while foraging rather than indiscriminately eating whatever plants it wanted. It would have been a low-level browser as well, given its short height and limited range of motion in the neck. So, it probably specialized in eating berries; leaves from ferns, conifers, and cycads; and other small bits of vegetation close to the ground or fallen on the ground.

Behavior: Sauropelta is a fairly common animal from its environment and possibly lived in somewhat social groups, either with a few members or many in mixed-species herds, as many other plant eating dinosaurs lived in the same location and may have associated together. It would have been somewhat slow given its squat limb proportions, as opposed to other Nodosaurids such as Hungarosaurus which specialized in quick movements and rapid turns. As such, Sauropelta would have primarily utilized its extensive armor across its back, hips, neck, and head for defense, and may have squatted down against the ground to protect its softer underbelly from attack from predators. This could also have been helped with counter-shading, as found in a close relative Sauropelta. Counter-shading is the use of natural lighting in conjunction with the color of an animal to help disguise it and hide it in the environment, and it is known in Borealopelta, another Nodosaurid; thus, it’s possible that the same would have been found in Sauropelta, or, at least, that Sauropelta would also have been a prey species that needed to hide from predators in its environment. Thus, since Sauropelta didn’t have extensive offensive structures, it probably would have been at least somewhat more skittish than aggressive.

By José Carlos Cortés

As an Ankylosaur, Sauropelta had a long tongue that it could use to grab food and draw in plant materia, that it would snip off with its narrow beak and jaws. They could breathe while chewing, as well, and probably had a decent sense of smell to aid in seeking out the specific sorts of food it would have preferred.

Sauropelta would probably have taken care of its young, considering that other dinosaurs tend to do so, but there is little evidence present either way for Sauropelta.

Ecosystem: Sauropelta lived in the Cloverly Formation, an Early Cretaceous Western North America ecosystem that showcases the transition from the Late Jurassic to the Late Cretaceous in this region, with many of the features of the more famous Morrison and Hell Creek formations in a weird sort of blender in terms of types of dinosaurs present. This environment lay along the Western Interior Seaway as it began to grow through North America, and extensive rivers ran through the Cloverly Formation to drain into the ocean. These rivers would flood, causing mass burials of animals and leading to the fossils of the formation. The plains were mostly forested, covered in a variety of conifers and cycads. This would lead to flooding causing extensive damage to the forest ecosystem and, as such, leading to mass die-offs of animals.

This muddy environment transitioned to a more sandy environment, still with some mud, as it aged from the Little Sheep Member of the formation to the Himes Member. This reflected the growth of the seaway and the encroachment of beach sand towards the environment of Sauropelta and others. While many creatures died off in the transition, Sauropelta is present in both layers, indicating that it was fine with the new beachfront property.

By John Conway, CC BY-SA 3.0

In the earlier Little Sheep ecosystem, Sauropelta lived alongside dinosaurs such as the medium-level Ornithopod browser Tenontosaurus, the fast-moving low browser Zephyrosaurus, the ambush raptor predator Deinonychus, the Oviraptor omnivore Microvenator, and remains of large sauropods that have not yet been named. There were also non-dinosaurs such as the lungfish Ceratodus, the sharks Polyacrodus and Egertonodus, and many other bony fish, frogs, salamanders, and turtles like Glyptops. There were also mammals such as Gobiconodon, Oklatheridium, Paracimexomys, and Atokatheridium. Crocodilians and lizards were also frequenters of the environment, along with the dinosaurs.

The Himes ecosystem was somewhat different, but in many ways still quite similar to its earlier precursor. Deinonychus, Microvenator, and Tenontosaurus were still around, but there was also the very tall sauropod Sauroposeidon, a poorly known sauropod Rugocaudia, another Nodosaurid Tatankacephalus, and the large predator Acrocanthosaurus, which would definitely have been a thorn in Sauropelta’s side. There may have even been a proto-bird, but that is unconfirmed. There were lizards, frogs, salamanders, crocodilians and more basal crocodile relatives, turtles such as Naomichelys, and an extreme variety of fish and sharks. There were also mammals such as Gobiconodon, Argaliatherium, Corviconodon, Montalestes, Pappotherium, and a wide variety of others.

Sauropelta was an critical fixture of both of these time points, and would have been a defining sight in the Cloverly environment.

Other: Sauropelta may also be known from the Cedar Mountain Formation, a similar environment to the Cloverly, but these remains are largely unconfirmed at this time.

~ By Meig Dickson

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Spells and Quirks pt. 5

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

Episkey - Heals relatively minor injuries such as broken noses and split lips.

Pepperup potion - A Pepperup Potion is designed to improve health,[1] relieve coughs and colds, though it does have one major side effect: it causes steam to dribble from the patient's ears for several hours afterward. It is also used to quickly elevate body temperature, as shown after the second task in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and mentioned in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

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As the last spell cast from your wand helped drive out the last of the dementors you collapsed from exhaustion and the earlier beating you received. As if in slow motion your three magical friends turned to look at your body as you hit the sand. “(Y/N)!” your name was called from multiple different areas, but your mind was going black. Before you blacked out you felt a strong set of arms holding you.

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Lifting up your limp body and brushing the hair out of your face Midoriya turned to walk back toward the ice. “For the love of Merlin! Where do you think you’re taking her!” Hermione ran and stopped Midoriya from walking away with by placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry and Ron watched with wands ready still tense in case something would go south. “I’m Midoriya, and I’m taking her back to the dorm to get her taken care of.” Hermione’s eyes softened upon hearing his name, “Oh... you’re him aren’t you?” Raising an eyebrow at them he nodded. “C’mon you three can come with us.” Harry bent down to pick up your wand that had fallen out of your hand.

Following behind Midoriya to the rest of the class they walked. Hermione was looking through her bag for her spell book and other things from potions that might help your condition improve.

When they grouped up with the rest Hermione, Harry and Ron were met with several eyes and interesting looking people. “Uh, hi? We are (Y/N) friend’s from her school. I’m Hermione.” the curly haired witch started and Harry and Ron introduced themselves as well. Accepting the answers, not just because of what they saw, they started heading back to the dorms.

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Midoriya sat your body on the ottoman of the couch but didn’t let go of your hand. Hermione came up next to him starting to go through her bag. Everyone in class 1-A stood behind the couch to watch and be ready to help while Ron and Harry were right behind the witch. The heros watched as Hermione pulled a cauldron out of her messenger bag along with various bottles and books.

“Holy crap...” Sero muttered, “she’s Mary Poppins.” Hermione heard that and eyed him before continuing to flip through pages. Mina smacked the black haired boy before returning to observing.

Uraraka moved around the couch and sat by your head. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she looked at Hermione who paused in her search for a specific potion recipe. Thinking for a minute she glanced over at Harry and Ron who were waiting for her instructions, “Actually, do you have a kitchen or something that produces heat? We need to be able to brew a potion, but I don’t want to leave (Y/N)’s side right now,” Hermione tucked hair behind her ear as she looked at your childhood friend.

“I think I have an idea that will allow you to brew the potion in here...” Uraraka turned and made eye contact with two quirks. The witch and wizards raised eye brows at her suggestion since she only looked at one boy in the room. Coughing Ron asked, “So... care to enlighten us so that we can start?”

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Todoroki joined Uraraka on the other side of the couch as Uraraka grabbed the cauldron that was on the ground next to Hermione. Using her quirk she concentrated enough to make it float above Todoroki’s left hand. The three students from the wizarding world were in shock at the ability to watch things float.

“She didn’t even use the spell,” Harry breathed as Todoroki created a small flame in his left hand moving it under the cauldron. “How warm do you need it?” Todoroki looked at the curly haired witch. “Just enough to get it to boil please,” she handed the book to Harry since he was better at potions. “Harry will you work on this potion?” she pointed to the Pepperup potion on the page. Looking it over he nodded. “Ron hand me the ingredients.” Ron moved to start grabbing the jars that were needed to make the potion.

As they were doing that Hermione was looking through a new book, curious as to what is was Midoriya scooted closer to see. “What are you looking for now?” his green eyes held curiosity but still worry for the girl he cared about. “I’m looking for a spell that will heal the surface wounds. (Y/N) doesn’t appear to have any broken bones which will make this easier for us,” Hermione glanced up meeting his worried eyes, “but don’t worry she will be better soon. I promise.” Midoriya nodded and went silent for a minute before asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Sitting back Hermione thought for a moment before she looked over your dirt covered body. “Will you get a wet towel please? She might appreciate not being so grubby when she comes to.” Releasing your hand Midoriya made his way to the kitchen.

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As Midoriya walked into the kitchen he rubbed his face. Who could blame him? His possible girlfriend was lying unconscious on the couch in the living room, and he couldn’t really do anything to help. Hearing quiet footsteps behind him he turned to around to Iida.

“She is going to be okay you know,” Iida tried being encouraging noticing his friend’s stress. “(Y/N) is a strong witch and she proved that to everyone, she held them off for a long time alone,” Midoriya nodded at his friends words.

“I know, but there was nothing I could do to help her. We are training to be hero’s Iida, and none of us could do anything!” Midoriya’s resolve was crumbling slowly. “I just wanted to be able to help her...”

Setting a reassuring hand on his shoulder Iida continued, “You have been more than helpful and what she needs right now is you by her side.” Nodding his head he sucked in a deep breath. Midoriya wanted nothing more than to be able to help you and be there to support of even fight by your side, but there are just somethings he can’t do. Grabbing a bowl with cool water and two rags he walked back out to the living room.

Kneeling down by your head he dipped the rag in the bowl and started wiping away the grime that was on your face and neck. Hermione and Uraraka shared a knowing look with each other before watching the timid boy tend to you with such tender care. Ron and Harry even sensed the love that was behind Midoriya’s soft touch. Once you were somewhat cleaned off Midoriya took the second rag and dipped it into the water before ringing it out and laying it across your forehead. Satisfied he sat back on his ankles with a hum before losing himself in his thoughts.

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Some of the other students left to go about their normal nightly routines, but some others stayed to see if they could help and have their questions answered as well.

“Finally it’s ready. Thank you Todoroki and Uraraka for allowing us to use your... quirks?” Hermione wasn’t really sure what these powers were but was grateful nonetheless. Todoroki nodded and the fire that licked at his hand and forearm dissipated. “Hermione where did you put the cup?” Harry asked digging through her bag. “It’s in there somewhere just keep looking,” Hermione said stirring the concoction that would start healing the more serious wounds.

“So, you are all um... magical?” Tsuyu asked watching with intent eyes at everyone work. “The both of us,” Ron gestured between him and Harry, “are wizards. Hermione and (Y/N) are both witches, and fine ones at that too.” Tsuyu nodded her head showing that she was following along.

Bakugou, who was leaning against the wall hadn’t said anything the entire time finally spoke what everyone was hesitant to ask. “What the hell were those... things?” Harry stood back up and handed Hermione the cup before locking eyes with the blonde. “Those things are from the wizarding world. They are called dementors, and they remove all happiness from anyone they ‘kiss’. They are supposed to be guarding Azkaban...” Harry trailed off looking over at Ron who was concentrating on your body. Seemingly satisfied with Harry’s answer he gave a slight nod.

Spooning some of the blue liquid into the cup Hermione moved over to you, and Midoriya moved to your side and held your hand in his. Ron moved over to lift the top part of your body up while Hermione gently grasped your jaw and poured the contents of the cup into your mouth. Gently rubbing your throat she got you to swallow. Setting the cup down Hermione sighed out, the hardest part was over and now it was just a waiting game.

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Your little group of friends made themselves comfortable waiting for you to wake up. Midoriya felt a small squeeze on his hand and glanced up with eyes brimming with tears, at least until confusion was written across his face. You had steam coming out of your ears... “I-is this normal?” Midoriya looked at the curly haired witch who had her head leaning against Ron’s shoulder. “Hm?” Hermione looked at your head, “Oh, yes that’s supposed to happen.” Relaxing slightly Midoriya squeezed your hand thanking God you were going to be okay.

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After an hour most of the little group fell asleep in various places of the living room. Groaning slightly you tried to lift yourself up only to find a hand encompassing yours and a wait on your stomach. Smiling you lie back down and run your free hand through a head of green curls.

Feeling slender fingers running over his scalp Midoriya let out a small groan before shooting straight up. Everything seemed to stop, Midoriya locked eyes with you before capturing you in a tight embrace. Startled by the suddenness you didn’t move right away. Slowly you brought your arms up to hug the taller boys waist. Feeling your shoulder getting damp you pulled away in confusion. “Midoriya what’s wrong?” Both of his hands cupped your cheeks so that you would look him in the eye, “You had me so worried (Y/N), I thought I was going to lose you.” Not giving you anytime to react to his words he kissed you quickly with a sense of desperation. Pulling away ever so slightly from your lips so he could look in your eyes he muttered quietly, “You have no idea how much you mean to me.” Smiling your own tears fell and you captured his lips again.

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Captured Pt.2

Anon requested: I would like to request a one-shot where the reader newly joins the avengers post AOU under the alias of Tigress and has the same skill sets as Natasha. Her and Steve are teamed up and they don’t get along at all. They argue all the time about how something should be done. The whole team easily likes her. She and Steve get sent on a mission where they have to be a married couple (alias of Chris Evans and Sonia Evans). In a dangerous situation they realize they love each other. (“you” POV pls)

I wasn’t sure what you meant by a “you” kind of POV so I hope I didn’t mess up or something. Also, I got so carried away with the story I thought it got to long and divided it into two parts. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re the Avengers’ newest member and you all get along splendidly. Except for a certain blonde haired Captain. Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America, seems to hate you. But does he?

Warnings: Language, torture, violence, blood and gore in general, mentions of death perhaps.

(Y/N) Your name

(Y/N/N) Your nickname

(Y/L/N) Your last name

(h/c) Hair color

(e/c) Eye color

(f/c) Favorite color

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“We’ll be landing shortly. Maybe you should change.” Steve surprised you from behind as you read the magazine in your hands. You turned around, checking him out slightly. He had already changed into a navy blue suit and a white shirt.

“I guess I should.” You replied before standing up and reaching for your suitcase. You took it with you to the - surprisingly - roomy bathroom on the plane and took a quick shower, changed into your dress and put on some makeup. You were almost done with your (h/c) hair when Steve knocked on the door, telling you that you would be landing in half an hour.

You walked out, smoothing your (f/c) dress that reached your feet. Steve froze, his jaw slacking at the sight of you. The dress was quite simple with only a bit of shimmer in strategic places, accentuating your features and hugging your body in all the right places. You sheepishly walked up to him and turned around.

“Zip me up, would ya?” You asked, not needing to put your hair to the side since it was in an intricate bun. Steve gulped and tugged the zipper of the dress with shaking hands. Once he reached the top of your neck, he gently caressed the skin with his fingers, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You turned around slow, noticing the short distance between the both of you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, your breath fanning over his lips. You walked by him before you could see his reaction and took your seat once again, preparing for the landing. Steve rubbed the back of his neck and sat down. The jet landed and you both stood up. The door opened and Steve took your suitcase and his.

“Let’s go over this one more time: I’m Chris and you’re Sonia Evans. We’ve been married for two months now, having met in London about three years ago. Remember what Nat said about the honeymoon phase, but don’t over do it. Our plan is for you to participate in the auction while I search the facility for the intel we need. Got it?” He listed off as he checked you both had everything.

“Got it. And don’t worry, I won’t make you too uncomfortable.” You winked before stepping out of the plane, descending the stairs gracefully. As expected, the host had sent a limo to take you to where the event would be taking place.

Steve handed the driver your suitcases and opened the door for you. You smiled gratefully and slipped in, careful not to step on your dress. He went in and sat next to you, giving you a curt nod before taking your hand in his. For some reason, the action made your heart flutter.

You made it to the venue in complete silence, both preparing for the act you would be putting up. Steve was the first out and he held his hand out to you. You grasped it and slipped out of the car, smiling at him.

“Thank you, darling.” You told him, using a British accent before pecking his cheek. He was not expecting it but was able to mask his surprise with a love struck smile. You were impressed. It almost looked real!

“This way, Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” A waiter motioned for you to follow him. The gala was being held in the terrain about three miles west of the facility. A sort of tent had been put up in case the weather changed, but the sky was clear of clouds and tinted orange by the setting sun. It was a beautiful view. Fairy lights littered the tables and decorations, giving a mystical glow to the environment. If the circumstances were different, you would be tempted to say it was a romantic evening.

“Ah, Mr. Evans. So nice of you to join us. I heard you were thinking of participating in the auction.” A man in an expensive looking suit walked up to you. He shook hands with Steve, who was smiling widely.

“You heard right. I was thinking of expanding my corporation to Berlin and this place has potential.” He replied, his voice steady and confident. You were slightly shocked at how easily the lie had come to him. He was usually really bad at lying.

“Well then, I wish you the best of luck.” Steve thanked the man. “And who is this beauty.” The man turned to you. You smiled as you walked closer to Steve, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Such kind words, sir.” You answered, making your voice huskier. The man licked his lips, looking you up and down. On the inside, you wanted to roll your eyes and punch him, but you had a cover to maintain.

“This, Mr. Peters, is my gorgeous wife, Sonia.” Steve said, tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You placed a hand on his chest and gave him a loving look. You hummed in content.

“I will never get used to you calling me that, love.” You winked, placing a lingering kiss to his jaw line. He pecked your nose and smirked.

“Ah, young love.” The man chuckled. “Enjoy your night, Mr. Evans. If you need me I shall be with Mr. Quinn at the front tables.” He excused himself and walked away.

“You were pretty convincing.” Steve whispered in your ear once the man had left. You pretended to laugh at something he said and threw your arms around his neck, leaning closer.

“So were you, Rogers. Not bad for someone who could barely lie when we met.” You smirked. A slow song began playing. Steve took you by the hand to the makeshift dance floor and began swaying with you to the sound of La Vie en Rose.

You kept dancing until the song ended. The plan was then put in action. You were to say your husband received a very urgent and important call and had left. You, however, had gracefully agreed to participate in the auction in his place. You took your place and the numbered sign.

Steve left the venue and walked to where the limos had been parked. He discreetly checked if the drivers were anywhere in sight. It appeared they were all at the bar, laughing and talking so he quickly made his way to the limo that had brought you two here and took out his suitcase. He changed behind a bush, all the while cursing for not thinking about something else.

Soon, he had reached the facility and was making his way inside. If on the outside it looked like an abandoned factory, on the inside it was almost the same. It appeared to be recently shut down. The machines were free of dust and some were even still warm. He continued looking around, hoping to find some sort of control room.

When he did find it, he broke the lock with a kick and lifted his shield for protection as he walked in. It was empty except for the computers and many archive cabinets. He plugged the hard drive Nat had given him before he left to the main computer and began manually searching through the files for anything related to the Winter Soldier.

While Steve was searching for the intel, you were facing bigger problems.

“Come on, sweetheart. Your husband abandoned you here. Come with me.” Mr. Peters was persistent, you’d give him that. But this unwanted attention was annoying you, to the point where you were considering jeopardizing the mission just to have a go at this bastard.

“Look here, you fucker. Leave me the fuck alone or I will break your fucking neck. I have had enough of your horrible flirting, now get away from me.” You threatened in a low voice, slowly backing away. The man frowned.

“What happened to your accent?” He asked. You felt the blood drain from your face. You had slipped. You had been caught. The man noticed your reaction and widened his eyes.

“You’re that avenger. Tigress. And Mr. Evans must be Captain America.” He concluded before grabbing your arm and forcefully dragging you with him. You pried your arm from his death-like grip and began running the opposite direction.

“Stop that woman! She’s an avenger!” You heard he man yell before something hit you and your world turned black.

What seemed like moments later, you were being woken up by a bucket of cold water being thrown at you. You gasped and spluttered, feeling pain shoot through your wrists. You were chained to the ceiling, your bare feet dangling beneath you. They had torn off your dress, leaving you in your underwear only.

Mr. Peters walked into the cell you were being held in, carrying a tray with syringes and knives.

“You won’t get any information out of me with that.” You spat, a mix of anger and fear boiling in your blood. Mr. Peters smirked.

“Oh, I know. But I can still hurt you. You bleed, don’t you?” He asked with a sinister laugh. You felt your breath hitch when he took one of the knives and pressed the blade to your collar bone. Without warning, he began carving a pattern onto your flesh, causing you to yell in pain. He chuckled and stood back to admire his work.

The bloodied knife was replaced by a syringe containing a greasy yellow substance. The man stabbed your right thigh with the needle, injecting you with the strange liquid. You felt your muscles tingle for a few seconds before everything started burning. You cried out once again, clenching your fists and squeezing your eyes shut.

Steve would come for you.

You kept repeating that thought over and over again in your head as more strange substances were injected into you and more fresh wounds appeared on your skin. Next came the beating. The henchmen took turns punching you.

“Is that- Is that all you’ve got?” You croaked out, spitting blood on the man’s face. His smirk faltered and he plunged one of his knives in your stomach. You cried out.

“We will brake you eventually, Tigress. And when we do, you will be happy to comply.” He whispered in your ear before pulling the knife out violently. You gasped at the pain and panted.

“I will never comply.” You managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll change your mind.” His sinister laugh was the last thing you heard before darkness engulfed you once again.

Meanwhile, Steve had found the intel he needed and was making his way back to the venue. That is, until your distress signal was activated. He furrowed his eyebrows. What could’ve gone wrong? He was horrified when he noticed your signal was coming from within the abandoned Hydra base.

Steve walked back to the base, not caring if he was spotted now. You were in danger and he needed to help you. He stormed the building, which was now guarded by agents of all sizes. He took them down easily, blinded by the rage pulsing through his veins.

He had to get to you. He had to save you.

Soon, he reached the basement of the facility. Your signal was only a few feet away now, just behind the steel double doors in front of him. Furious, Steve kicked them open and threw his shield at the closest guard with so much force it bounced off the body and knocked over the remaining one. Steve retrieved it and stood face to face with a man wearing a blood splattered suit.

Steve looked from the man to your lifeless body that was hanging behind him. That was when he saw red. Steve dropped his shield and charged at the man, fists flying in his direction. He pushed the man into the opposing wall and gave one single punch that was enough to crack the man’s jaw and render him unconscious.

He let go of the man and worked swiftly to free you from your chains. He held your limp body in his arms and grabbed his shield on the way out. He called the team to pick you up all the while never letting you go.

Natasha arrived with a quinjet in under two hours and helped Steve take you inside.

“Please, stay with me, (Y/N). Please. Don’t die on me, not now.” Steve repeated over and over gain, holding your hand in his as you flew back to the base. As soon as the quijet landed, Steve ran with you in his arms to the medical ward.

Thankfully, your wounds weren’t as deep as they seemed and the doctors managed to pump out whatever substances were used to torture you. Steve felt relieved that you were going to be okay, but he refused to leave your bedside.

“I have to be here when she wakes up. I owe it to her.” He had answered when Nat told him to shower, eat and get some rest.

You were unconscious for five days. And for five days you dreamt of Hydra, the tortures you went through, but above all, you dreamt about Steve. About his blue eyes. About the way he infuriated you. About the way you felt around him, the giddiness and nervousness, which you masked with anger and rude remarks.

You were slowly coming back to consciousness when you felt a familiar warmth in your left hand. It was comforting, but whoever it was, they were squeezing your hand too tightly at the moment. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open.

“Can you let go of my hand, please?” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from not being used.

Steve head shot up and he instantly let go of your hand, apologizing repeatedly. You smirked at him, your eyes still half open. He smiled softly at you, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. Then he sighed and looked down.

“It’s my fault you’re hurt. I want to apologize for putting you at risk.” He used his Captain voice, looking back up. You rolled your eyes.

“Always so dramatic.” You teased, your smirk widening. Steve narrowed his eyes playfully.

“I haven’t been honest with you. This was a personal mission, only Sam and Nat know about the true nature of this-” He started but you cut him off.

“Steve, if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine. We’re all entitled to some secrets. It’s called privacy.” You assure him, reaching your hand out for him to take. He gingerly accepts it and kisses your knuckles, making your heart melt.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N)” He apologized again. You laugh softly, trying not to hurt your ribs. He pull his hand with whatever strength you have and take hold of his collar.

“Come here, you asshole.” You smirk before crashing your lips to his. He kissed back, careful not to hurt you. You pull back at the same time and stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Steve. I’m sorry I didn’t show it before now.” You apologize, biting your still tingling lips. Steve smiled lovingly at you.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He says before kissing you once again.

A/N: AND VOILA! The end! Hope you liked it and thanks for all the support, you guys are AWESOME!

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Science Partners (Peter Parker x Reader) - Part 1

A/N: With all of the Homecoming hype, I figured I would write another little thing about our cute web-slinger. Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: cute, cute, cuTE, and the cheesiest of tropes

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

It was a new year. A new year of hell. Peter always did fairly well in his classes, especially his science classes, but he still hated the idea of being invisible as he navigated the crowds of hormonal teenagers. He also hated listening to guys and girls complain about broken phones when he had to worry about broken bones as he kept the streets safe.

He didn’t hate school quite as much, however, when he walked into chemistry and saw you. You were a new student and you sat perched on a stool, alone at a back table. Your hair shone in the sunlight that streaked through the classroom window. Peter would swear that your eyes glittered like (Y/E/C) jewels when your eyes met his. You flashed him a shy smile before looking away. It was only for a moment but Peter was undeniably head-over-heels.

“Parker,” the teacher barked. Peter snapped his head to look at the teacher. He gripped the strap of his backpack nervously. “It is nice of you to finally join us. For the rest of the year, I think it would be kind to your new science partner that you arrive on time.” The teacher gestured to you with one liver-spotted hand.

Peter’s heart leaped into his throat as he willed his feet to move towards you. He placed his bag down with a thud and nervously took the stool next to you. “I’m (Y/N),” you whispered, tapping his shoulder lightly.

“I’m Peter!” he blurted out as the teacher was going over the syllabus. His face went as red as a tomato and a few students snickered. The teacher shot him a threatening glare before continuing. You smiled and giggled lightly, pink creeping up your cheeks.

The entire hour, Peter kept stealing glances at you. Everything about you was perfect. The shape of your lips, the color of your eyes, the rise of your cheek bones, the curve of your nose. An oral pop quiz was given and Peter was impressed by your intelligence. You raised your hand for almost every question and every time you were right.

Every now and then you would catch Peter staring. Your heartbeat was rapid the entire class period. His chocolaty brown gaze made your breath hitch and your stomach flutter. When he wasn’t looking, you would also steal glances. His jaw clenched in concentration. His messy hair fluttered in his eyes. His surprisingly defined arms and chest moved gracefully under his sweater.

Towards the end of class, the teacher handed out a list of various labs you could choose from to get yourself acquainted with the lab. You looked over the purple paper and looked up at Peter who was staring directly at you. His chin was propped up on his hand and he had a dazed smile on his face. “So, um, Peter, what do you think?” you asked.

“I think you’re amazing,” he mumbled. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he said. You looked away, hoping to hide the intense blush on your cheeks. “I.. I mean no, well, yes, you are, but I, uh...” You could say that Peter was saved by the bell, for the high pitched school bell began to ring and Peter was out the door before anyone else. You stared at the empty stool and your shoulders drooped a little. This was going to be an interesting year.

Peter made his way to the lunch room, trying to block out the embarrassing image of him making a fool of himself. He somberly waited in line for his lunch and then took his usual seat with his friend, Ned. “New year, dude. New year means new girls,” Ned said, nudging Peter’s shoulder. Peter just slowly shook his head, staring down at his grease soaked pizza. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I met the new girl,” Peter mumbled.

“Dude, tell me about her! Is she that bad that so you’re like this now?”

Peter shook his head once more. “No, Ned. She’s astounding. She’s so intelligent and she made this really funny joke in class and her face... Ned, her face. She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. And she’s my science partner..” Peter went on and on with great enthusiasm about you. Ned encouraged it.

You walked into the lunch room, gripping your bagged lunch and looking around nervously. You finally found who you were looking for and made a bee-line for the table. “And Ned, her shirt fit in all of the right...”

“Um, Peter?” you interrupted nervously, standing behind him as Ned eyed you humorously. You saw his shoulders tense and his ostentatious hand gestures freeze in mid-air. He slowly turned in his seat and looked up at you. “You forgot this in chemistry,” you held up the hand not holding your lunch to show Peter’s backpack.

He gingerly took the bag from you, his fingertips brushing against your hand. You would laugh at yourself later but you could have sworn you felt sparks when his hand touched yours. “Thank you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. You could feel a heat creeping up your neck and you gripped your lunch nervously.

“Would you like to sit with us?” Ned piped up, breaking your attention away from Peter’s gold-flecked eyes.

You flashed him a smile, and nodded. “Yes, thank you,” you stammered.

“You wouldn’t mind, Pete, right?” Ned winked at him.

“Not... Not at all,” Peter said, scooting over so you could sit next to him. You made yourself comfortable as you slid in next to your cute new lab partner. Your shoulders brushed together and Peter cleared his throat.

“So, (Y/N), I’m Ned. Peter has told me a lot about you.” Peter angrily took a bite out of his pizza. You giggled shyly and began unpacking your lunch. “Peter here is very good at chemistry with other people, just so you know.” The boy in question let out a very angry sigh, his jaw clenching. You bit your lip and saw that Ned was playing wing-man.

“Is he now?” you asked, sounding intrigued. “Maybe you could show me a thing or two... In the lab, of course.” Peter perked up but continued to stare down at his food.

“So, (Y/N), have you ever studied anatomy?” Ned asked, waggling his eyebrows at you and nodding towards Peter. You suppressed a giggle as you felt Peter kick him under the table.

You made sure to flutter your eyelashes a little as you looked sideways at the very embarrassed boy and said, “The human body happens to be a.. main interest of mine.”

Peter almost choked on his milk and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Ned roared with laughter and Peter was once again bright red. “He’ll get this flirting thing down eventually,” Ned said through fits of laughter, patting your hand reassuringly. “So, where ya from?”

Ned made pleasant conversation the rest of the lunch period and Peter gradually came out of his shell. You could tell that you would become fast friends with the two boys and your feelings for Peter had already begun to take root. Peter, at one point, even attempted a pick-up line.

“What lab were you thinking of doing?” you asked Peter.

“Well,” he began, puffing out his chest and looking at you through half-lidded eyes, “I was thinking we could mix copper and tellurium because you’re CuTe.”

“Impressive, Peter,” you said with a giggle. He looked very proud of himself for the “effectiveness” of his flirting. The lunch bell rang and all three of you stood up to leave. “Well, I’ll see you in gym, Peter. See you tomorrow, Ned!” you shouted over your shoulder.

“Gym, huh? You guys can be gym partners! You can help her with her squats, spot that a... ouch, dude!” Peter punched Ned’s shoulder as he was talking. Peter watched you walk away, a soft smile on his face. You glanced once more over your shoulder and flashed a gorgeous smile at Peter. Peter was not going to hate school at all this year.

A/N: This ended up a little longer than I expected. Also, this is set up perfectly to become a series! What do you guys think? Would you want that? Let me know and send in requests!! xx

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super-not-naturall · 7 years

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It’s Been a Lonely Year

SPN Fanfic

-Late night drives just aren’t what they used to be-

SamxReader

1,627 Words

Warnings: Angst, I guess? Is that a warning?

A/N: This is for Brook and Taylor’s Angst Challenge! (AKA @wayward-oneshots and @impalaimagining ) I had the idea for late-night drives when I was on my own late night drive and then I thought, “Hey, might as well break some hearts while I’m at it.” My prompt was the song I’ve Given Up On You by Real Friends, which is one of my favorite bands and one of my favorite songs so I was super excited to write this. As always, feedback is definitely appreciated!

*I do not own any Supernatural character and/or gifs!

It’s 4am and you’re keeping me from closing these sleepy eyes

Does the thought of me keep you up at night?

Sam gripped the steering wheel tighter, watching the lights whir by as he drove deeper into the backwoods of New York. The clock on the dash claimed it was 4am, but the youngest Winchester didn’t feel tired. If anything, he felt jittery and on edge.

If this was five years ago, Sam would be out for a jog; not pushing the gas pedal down as if he could push all of his frustration and anger out along with it.

He wasn’t like Dean. He figured he was in the car enough as it is traveling across the country for different cases. Why would he want to spend any more of his time cramped in the vehicle?

But that was before Y/N.

He still remembered the first night she had silently peeked her head into his room, whispering his name to see if he was awake.

“I can’t sleep.” She had said after he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “Want to go for a drive with me?”

He could never say no to her; especially on the nights she needed him most.

And so their late-night tradition started.

Sometimes they would take turns randomly calling out directions, other times Y/N would bring along a quarter and flip it every time they came to a T in the road: heads they’d go right, tails they’d go left.

The goal, however, was always the same: drive until you have no clue where you are.

He had never told her, but Sam loved those nights when she would creep into his room and shake him awake.

He loved the way she would stick her hand out the window and lean her head back, singing along to whatever was on the radio at the time. Her fingers would dance in the wind as if performing a routine for the night air, and her lips would always be turned up in that soft, smile he loved so much.

You used to make me feel like I could walk on water

Now most nights I’m just sinking down and down

It was on one of these night drives when he first kissed her.

It was 2am and they had taken the car from the bar Dean was currently occupying, looking for a late-night fling. Y/N was always much more animated on their drives when they were in different states; she loved seeing the new landscapes and finding hidden treasures underneath the moonlight.

They had been driving for about twenty minutes when she had pointed at a sign directing them to a lookout.

“Ooh! Sam!” She looked over at him with excited eyes and a wide smile, “Let’s go to the lookout!”

He had rolled his eyes as if he was annoyed, but the smile adorning his face betrayed him.

He pulled onto the dusty road and wove his way through the trees before emerging into a clearing.

He had barely put the car in park before Y/N jumped out and ran to the edge where a wooden fence protected people from falling off the ledge.

He remembered the look of awe on her face as she gazed upon all the tiny lights in the distance, remarking on how it was as if the stars had fallen to the earth.

He wasn’t focused on the view, though; he was mesmerized by the woman standing next to him.

Without thinking, he had wrapped his hand around hers, causing a curious look to flash in her eyes.

“Sam?” She had asked, “Is everything alright?”

He couldn’t speak, not if he was going to go through with what he was planning. He couldn’t lose the nerve that he had somehow built up on the walk from the car to here.

Understanding seemed to dawn on her as he leaned forward, cupping her cheek in his palm. She lifted herself up on her toes and met him the rest of the way, her lips softly covering his own.

Later on, after they were back in the car and driving back to the bar, she had asked him what had taken him so long.

“I’ve been waiting for that kiss for the past year, Samuel.” She had joked, but Sam could only focus on how happy she looked hugging his arm with her head on his shoulder.

Right then, he thought he would have been able to walk on water and take on the world as long as she was by his side.

But that was then. This is now.

If Sam concentrated hard enough, he could still see her lounging next to him with her bare feet resting on the dash-smell the floral scent of her shampoo that her hair seemed to hold on to even after the most grueling of fights …feel her fingers softly caressing his arm.

But it never lasted long; reality would seep in and he would feel her loss deep in his bones: a cold, darkness that never seemed to disappear.

“What do you mean, I should go?” Tears were falling down her face, and he had to physically stop himself from reaching out and wiping them away.

This was his fault. He put them there.

The last hunt ended badly. Y/N had to be in the hospital for two weeks, Sam and Dean weren’t sure she was going to make it. Her heart had stopped twice and the doctors had given both boys pamphlets on loss and grieving.

Miraculously she pulled through; surprising everyone in the ICU. They had just talked to the boys about making plans for when it all went south.

Even though she survived, Sam couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened. How would he have been able to live with himself if the woman he loved was no longer on this earth?

And so he decided.

He decided that he couldn’t let her put herself in harm’s way anymore. He decided to let her go-to let her live that apple pie life she was always dreaming of.

He could lose her to a normal life as long as he knew she was still alive.

But he couldn’t tell her that. No, she would never let him give her up like that.

Sam worked his jaw, bracing himself for what he’d have to say next: the only thing that would push her away.

“I never loved you, Y/N.” He said coolly and without any emotion.

“Bullshit!” She sobbed, taking a step closer, reaching out for him.

He took a step back, knowing that if he let her touch him, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it, and he needed to go through with it.

Her eyes pleaded, begging him not to do this, “You’re telling me that the past three years meant nothing to you?”

“I liked you well enough, sure,” Sam forced the words out of his mouth, but they left a bitter aftertaste, “but I just don’t feel anything special.”

She set her jaw, anger flashing behind her eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

But her voice wavered and Sam knew this would be his only chance to successfully push her away.

“You can believe what you want,” He said, “but I don’t want you here anymore.”

Y/N quickly wiped at her eyes and shook her head. “Fuck you, Sam Winchester,” she spat before shoving past him.

He waited until he heard the bunker door clang shut before falling to his knees, letting himself fall apart at the reality of what he’d just done.

He never offered an explanation to Dean, and Dean never asked. In fact, there seemed to be an unspoken rule after that night to never mention Y/N’s name again.

It’s been a lonely year …

Sam pressed the pedal down harder, trying to outrun the memories that haunt him every night and keep him from falling asleep.

Most nights he’d just toss and turn in bed, but tonight was different. Tonight was harder than most nights.

Dean had broken that unspoken rule.

Sitting in a bar in Rochester, New York, Sam saw Y/N’s name cross his brother’s lips accompanied by wide eyes.

Turning around, he had seen her wrapped in the arms of another man.

Her hair was different; cut shorter and dyed a lighter color, but her eyes were still the same shade of Y/E/C, reminding him of the nights they would spend nose-to-nose, lying in bed, sharing their deepest fears.

She laughed, a sound Sam had almost forgotten, and stood on her toes to kiss the man the same way she used to kiss Sam.

Sam watched the exchange, feeling every range of emotion from happiness at seeing her alive, to anger she was with someone else, to sadness because she was no longer his to hold.

“Hey, man, let’s go.” Dean nodded toward the exit furthest from the happy couple.

Sam numbly nodded, following his brother across the dive-bar and to the door where he could escape his past.

He stopped, just before entering the cool, night air, and looked back in her direction.

He wanted to savor this last sight of her, even if she was with someone else, because at least she was smiling.

She turned suddenly, as if feeling his eyes on her, and let out a small gasp.

She tried calling out his name, but he was already gone, disappearing into the night and leaving just as she had done a year ago.

I’ve given up on you, but it still hurts to know you’re not alone

Don’t worry, I’ll keep out of your life and stay awake at night

With just my skin and bones

It hurts to know you’re not alone

I’ve given up on you, and my skin, and my bones

-Part 2-

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araminthe-ispwitch · 7 years

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I'm in love with a fairytale

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Rating: K+

Pairing/s: past-Georgi Popovich/Anya

Summary:

Once upon a time, there was a man named Georgi Popovich. Somehow, his story is trying to compete for the title of "Greatest Romantic Tragicomedy of All Time."

Alright, here we go, my late birthday fic for my stupid emo son! (Still can't believe they made his b-day the 26th.)

As I've mentioned in The Accursed Tale of Viktor Nikiforov, Georgi's oneshot is the literal side of the song "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak (y'all should really watch his live performance of this seriously you won't regret that handsome man). Whereas I've waxed lyrical on the life that Viktor had to choose for the career he has taken, I've... uh... pretty much just did a short play on Georgi and the disaster that was his love life during the anime.

But no worries. Remember that woman he went on a date with in Ep. 10? :D

Cross-posted in: AO3 (don’t bother with the FFNet version because FFNet rejects songfics so I had to edit out this poetic fiction of mine there—but as if that’ll make me stop writing them because of the music industries’ logic)

Important Stuff to Note: 1) This is a song fic, in which I've closely followed the lyrics to portray Georgi's life. Which means you really should watch/listen to "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak. (not just because it's the greatest song of 2009 what are talking about)

2) Envision the structure and flow of this fic as an AMV about Georgi. Makes better sense considering how short this is compared to Viktor's oneshot, right?

3) Those lines centered, bolded, and italicized all together are the lyrics... and other stuff. ;D

4) A lot of short flashbacks in here, too.

5) This is not my usual writing style, oh no. But nevertheless, hope you enjoy and appreciate this minimalist approach I did for this oneshot.

6) Did you listen to the song yet? :v

I'm in love with a fairytale

Part 2 of the Two Sides of a Fairytale series

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who dreamed of romance.

He dreamed so hard.

Like, really, so damn hard.

All his life.

Oh, god, this boy...

Years ago, when I was younger

I kinda liked a girl I knew

Georgi adjusted his collar for the fifteenth time, straightening the lapels as he stood in front of his floor-length mirror. Everything must be perfect today.

It was just another date with his beloved, most precious Anya—their 13th date, actually!—but everything must still be perfect.

Georgi Popovich wouldn’t settle for anything less when it came to his one true love.

She was mine and we were sweethearts

That was then, but then it’s true

Georgi’s jaw fell and so did the bouquet he bought on the way to his date.

His Anya—his precious, most beautiful Anya—was in the arms of an interloper!

This cannot bE—

“ANYA! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ANYA!”

He was about to hit the stranger where it really hurts, but then suddenly, his angelic Anya—

“Let go, you idiot!"

Three seconds on the leaf-covered ground later, Georgi looked up at his girlfriend with a flabbergasted look on his slapped face.

“A-Anya, my love, why are you—!”

“We’re through, Georgi.”

I’m in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts

Georgi stared at his fallen bouquet. It hadn’t been trampled in the wake of the chaos that happened in the last few minutes, but Anya might as well have trampled on them the same way she trampled on his tender heart.

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

I’m already cursed

“ANYA, NO! IT CAN’T BE TRUE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S BETTER THAN ME?!”

Every day we started fighting

Every night, we fell in love

Groaning, Georgi crossed out Procedure Number 16 on his list. He looked back at the tabs of articles open on his laptop as he repositioned the ice pack on his head.

Surely there was a way to get Anya back? She couldn’t possibly be satisfied with that oaf!

There must be a way.

No one else could make me sadder

But no one else could lift me high above

“Anya, my love, I—!”

“SECURITY!”

I don’t know what I was doing

When suddenly, we fell apart

“His theme is what?”

“Coach, don’t you think he’s getting way into this��?”

Georgi ignored the others as he repeated his routine on the rink. He knew they were all watching him and pitying him—largely because he’s been crying non-stop while practicing—but he won’t let their opinions get to him.

He’ll show that wretched woman!

Nowadays, I cannot find her

But when I do, we’ll get a brand new start

Georgi practiced with renewed vigor after hearing Yakov’s news. Viktor was gone! He was now the top skater they have and he has a shot at reaching the Grand Prix Finals!

Finally, he can show the world the fruits of his labor!

And he’ll get to rub his victory at stupid Anya’s face, too! Now she’ll regret dumping him!

I’m in love with a fairytale

The setting couldn’t be more perfect. Anya will also be competing here in China! What a marvelous way to display his intrinsically artistic program to the world!

Just she wait... He'll prove that those... those... stupid Instagram photos of her and him kissing don't mean a thing to him...!

Even though it hurts

I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth, and I’ll find you! I will cast an eternal curse on you!

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

Never mind! I’ll save you with a kiss right now, my princess!

I’m already cursed

Never mind… I will… take a break for… now…

She’s a fairytale, yeah

Georgi watched as Mickey landed another flawless jump. There was so much more emotion in his performance now that it wasn’t hard to deduce what he was skating for.

The scene tugged at his cold heartstrings and he had to smother a sob.

He promised himself that his Free Skate at the Cup of China was the last time he’d cry for her.

Even though it hurts

“And you are…?”

“Georgi! Georgi Popovich! You looked beautiful out there, Anya!”

“… Why, thank you~!”

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

“Dinner?”

“Y-Yes! My treat!”

“Hm… Why not?”

I’m already cursed

“Will… Will you be my girlfriend?!”

...

“Georgi! I’m so sorry!”

Teal-colored eyes blinked into focus as a familiar blonde woman came running towards him. “Ekaterina, are you alright?!” he asked, standing up with hands outstretched, ready to steady her if she wasn’t.

Ekaterina sat down on the park bench with an exhausted huff and flashed him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t think… it would take me so long…”

“You didn’t really have to hurry so much… I could have waited,” said Georgi with concern as he sat back down. Try as he might, he was too busy guiltily reminiscing what happened a year ago at this very same park anyway.

But Ekaterina just waved him off with a chuckle. “But I didn’t want you to wait.” When she peered up at his face with those sparkling gray eyes of hers, Georgi couldn’t find it in himself to chastise her any further—not when she looks so happy.

Why was she looking so happy?

“Here…” She then passed the small box she had brought to him.

“Hm? What’s this?”

Georgi’s eyes widened when he found a variety of sumptuous-looking cupcakes inside. “Try one,” Ekaterina urged.

He chose a cream-colored one and took a bite. “Oh, wow, these are delicious, Ekaterina! Where’d you buy them?”

“… I made them…”

Georgi had to thump his chest to avoid choking, but when he finally calmed down, he looked at Ekaterina like she had revealed herself to be an angel.

“Y-You did?! Really?!”

The blonde looked down at her lap, but she was glowing red with pride and joy. “W-Well, I… I didn’t want to not bring anything for you like last time so…”

Georgi blinked in confusion. “Oh, you didn’t have to. I mean, I’m fine without anythi—”

“But it’s our date and I wanna bake something for you!” she cut him off loudly—before turning even redder as she realized what she had just squeaked.

Georgi, on the other hand, tried to still his thundering heart and chant to himself that he ought to take this new relationship slow. Because… Because…

He glanced at the beautiful woman next to him, fiddling with her bag’s zipper as she avoided his adoring gaze. Because this time, I want her to want to stay with me.

But it seems… he won’t need to worry much about that, he thought in awe as he took another cupcake.

“Thank you, Ekaterina… They’re really good!”

“O-Oh! Y-You’re welcome!”

“I guess this means you’d make a great housewife, then!”

“…!”

“Ack! Sorry! I-I… F-Forget I said anything!”

“N-No! It’s… It’s fine…”

“…”

“… Maybe I can make you some Stroganoff next time…”

“…! E-Ekaterina…!”

“Eh?! G-Georgi?! Are you alright?!”

… Crap, I’ve been cursed again.

The End. . . ?

Perhaps not.

But at least this little boy is still dreaming with all his heart.

A/N:

Okay, so unlike the other oneshot, this doesn't need much explanation 'cause, well... it's literally the song itself.

We can say that Georgi's been in love the fairytale that is Anya herself, yes. But my preferred symbolism here is that Georgi's been in love with the idea of love and romance itself. Honestly, I actually believe that the situation with Anya with hadn't been the first one. (Perhaps he had a crush that didn't do so well back then) With this, the chorus makes so much more sense: that even though Georgi's been hurt, he just loves it and wants it so much--almost like he's cursed--that he doesn't mind trying again, even if it means he might get hurt again. In conclusion, my son is a gutsy risk-taker and I just love him so much. (which is why i sprinkled this with comedy because he just inspires my funny bone so much)

I've taken the liberty of calling that blonde woman in Ep. 10 "Ekaterina" as a placeholder name, and I've gone ahead and interpreted a possible persona for her. I already have so many headcanons for her... Crossing my fingers that she's finally The One in S2... >~<

Also, if we'll compare my two oneshots in this series, Viktor's is more about his whole life while Georgi's is just specifically about his love life. AND Disclaimer: Just because Viktor's is longer doesn't mean he's my fave between the two, okay? :v

I'm gonna go ahead and announce this: if I do oneshots about these two again, Georgi will have more because he hasn't gotten his happy-ever-after yet (while Viktor already has Yuuri in canon lol). Also, why did I try to compare them with this songfic series? When Georgi has enough trouble being in Viktor's shadow? Simple. Georgi is supposed to be Viktor's foil in their story. By exposing Viktor's flaws and "ordinariness", Georgi shines more as a likeable and relatable character. Either way, I just hope what I wrote made you guys root for him more.

Belated happy birthday, my stupid son. Easy with the romancing, alright? :v

And with that, Two Sides of a Fairytale is finished. :)

#Yuri on Ice #Yuri!!! on Ice #YOI #YOI!!!#Georgi Popovich #yuri on ice fanfic #yoi fanfic #Alexander Rybak #Ara's writings #fanfics

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