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friedwangsss · 2 years

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LET’S PLAY HOUSE. | austin!elvis presley (part 1)

notes : “elvis wants to play house with you, if you know what he means.” austin!elvis x black!reader

extra notes : i was bored at work so i started this, also i changed this around too much and i know it’s a bad ending but i think it fits cause if i kept going, it would’ve gotten worse lol.

you had known elvis since childhood, growing up in the same black neighborhood, so you and him pretty much had the same friends.

both of your moms were close, since they were the only white folk to move to the scarcely rundown neighborhood and the other black folk that lived there were too nervous to talk to them, but your mom wasn’t one to be shy about a couple of people.

you and elvis had the same interests, as many as two kids could have between them at that, and often played music and danced together on your little wooden porch. you often thought back to how good of a dancer elvis was and envied him for being able to move good for a white boy.

“i wish i could do that, elvis,” you said to him one day. “you move nicely.”

“aw, now y/n, you move just as good. maybe better.” he moved some of your curly hair out of your face, smiling at you. “but i learned how to dance like this from some people in that club over there.” his finger pointed to the wooden shop/bar area that you would sometimes hear music play out of.

your momma never allowed you to step on toe in that place, saying it was tainted by the devil. “how’d you manage to get in there? my momma doesn’t even go in there!” you turned to the golden haired boy.

“i didn’t go in, i just watched from the cracks on the side of the building. c’mon, let me show you!” he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and dragged you along with him.

being just a smidge shorter than him, you were just barely able to keep up. “slow down, elvis! the bar ain’t gon’ go nowhere!”

he slowed to a stop once you both were at the side of the building, squatting down at the cracks in the wood. the sounds of guitars strings being plucked flowed out of the side cracks and into your ears. the older darkskin man that sat on the chair strummed and sang to his hearts content. you watched him sing “that’s alright mama” in different ways.

“there they are, y/n. lookie!” elvis nudged your shoulder and pointed to a beautiful woman in a red and white dress who moved her hips in a way that would make your momma cry if she saw you watching it. the man she was dancing with grabbed her hips and pulled her closer—if that was even possible.

they swayed to the music in sync and the man pulled the woman up by the waist and bounced her up and down. your eyes widened as you took in the sight. you glanced at elvis who had his eyes glued to the scene in front of him, a smile playing faintly on his lips.

“elvis, this is so dirty! how can you like something like this?”

“how can’t you? it’s so intriguing.” he said, not even looking at you.

a million thoughts ran through your head at once before you heard someone yelling at you and elvis to get away from the building. you both bolted as quick as you could back to your little house and walked inside together. “that was crazy, el. we could’ve got in trouble.”

“but we ain’t,” he says. he then perks up, “let’s do some of the moves!”

“what? are you crazy?” you looked at him as if he had two heads on his shoulders. ��we can’t do nothin’ that dirty! the Lord would never forgive me!”

“c’mon! it’s not gon’ mean nothin’! we’re young, the Lord’ll excuse it!” he grabbed the front of your new dress your momma sewn up two days ago. “it’ll be fun, promise.”

you glanced at the front door, your momma could be home any second but the screen door and wooden door were closed so you could stop before she saw anything. “oh, a’ight. you can teach me some moves but do it quickly.”

the boy grinned and ran to the radio you had in the living room and tried to find a station with slow music. he stumbled on one station and decided that it was good enough. he danced back towards your and grabbed your waist and pulled you as close as he could.

he swayed you both back and forth to the music that flowed through the room and around you both. you were too nervous to look into the boys eyes so you just kept your eyes down. he wasn’t having it.

“y/n, you’ve gotta get into it. like me,” he says.

“well i’m no dancer like you, elvis. you’ve got more rhythm than me and i’m black.” you huff.

he giggles. “you can do it, just feel the music.”

you tried to feel the music like he said but it just wasn’t working. “it still feels wrong, we’re not supposed to be doing something like this!”

“what if we pretend?”

you tilted your head as you stepped away from him. “what do ya mean? we can’t pretend to dance.”

“i mean,” he sits crisscrossed on the carpet. “we can pretend to be a couple like them in the bar. you can be the momma and i can be the daddy. that way it won’t feel wrong because we’ll be pretending to be together.”

you thought for a moment. it didn’t sound like a bad idea to you so you decided to just go with it. “i guess that’ll be fine. but do we have to kiss?”

“not unless you wanna.” he says, slyly.

you giggled. “not in a million years would i kiss you, elvis presley!”

“oh yeah? why not!”

“boys are gross.” you told him, sticking out your tongue.

you both giggled a little before elvis stood back up and grabbed your hips again. “you ready to dance again, ‘momma’?”

“i’m ready.”

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winchesterfanatic1967 · 2 years

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Falling In Love Slowly, And Then All At Once Part 5

Pairings: Dean AU x reader

Word Count: 2,804

Warnings- A bit of angst, a bit of tears, mentions of cancer, mentions of chemotherapy, tons of fluffiness.

Eventually your lunches came and you continued to talk and laugh throughout the entire thing. Dean was such an easy person to talk to. He told you little stories about his childhood, his favorite things and you told him your favorite things, you told him little things that happened in your life and during school.

You decided to share a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. “Mmmm, I love me some pie.” He mumbled and you smiled.

“Me too.”

“After this, do you want to go to my apartment? I want to get new things, but I need a woman’s opinion.”

“Okay! I love dong decor and all things like that. I’m excited.”

He nodded with a smile and you took out your wallet but he placed his hand on top of yours. “I got it.”

“No, I can’t let you pay for everything De.”

“Please, my pleasure.”

“Alright.” You sighed and put your wallet away. Dean placed some bills on the table along with a generous tip before leading you to the car, opening up the passenger door for you. “Thank you De.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

He drove to his apartment and you couldn’t help but smile at his mannerisms. He lightly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as classic rock played on the speakers. The next song that came on the radio made excitement fill your body. “I LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled out and turned the volume up making him smile and look at you.

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants points, hardly renown. She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own sitting way up high.” You belted out.

He looked at you in adoration. He already thought you were beautiful. You had the same taste in the same things, now you liked the same music as him? He already had a little crush, it’s turning into something more on his side already.

“Way up firm and high. Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy. Out in the backseat of my 60’ chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.”

“C’mon De! Let’s go!” You gently nudged his shoulder and he let out a laugh.

“Workin’ on our night moves.” Both of you sang together with a smile. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Workin’ on our night moves.”

You continued to sing the song together and the car was filled with lots of laughter. You felt like you could be yourself around Dean. He was a lot of fun to be around. He pulled into his apartment complex, and it was a really nice one. It was definitely well taken care of.

“Welcome to my home.” He said as you both walked inside. It was neat and clean for a guy. Everything was organized and there was maybe one dish in the sink. “It’s nice Dean. Everything is clean. What do you need my help with?”

“I, uh.” He played with the ends of his hair sheepishly. “I kind of wanted to hangout with you some more. I needed an excuse.”

You giggled as he became shy, and the color rose to his freckled cheeks. “Hey, don’t make fun of me.” He chuckled shyly.

“I’m not. I just keep thinking of reasons to not be attracted to you and every time I try not to, you become more perfect.”

“Eh, I’m not perfect.” He says while plopping on his couch and patting the seat next to him.

“Are you kidding me? You’re a gentleman. You’ve held open the car door for me. You paid for lunch, you don’t judge. You’re goofy. I have a lot of fun with you. You’re sweet.”

“You don’t know me yet. Most people don’t stick around long enough.”

“Well, I’m not like most people.”

He just looked up at you and could tell you were serious. “I have many faults. You’ll see.”

“I hope so.” You said seriously and he gave you a small smile, his lip curling up.

“Well what about you, huh? You have to have a flaw.”

“What do you mean? I have plenty of them.”

“I haven’t seen any yet. You’re beautiful, smart, and you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“You’ll see.”

“I hope so.” He said seriously and it made you smile and look at your lap.

“So how long are we going to keep up this, “just friends”, facade?” He smiled at you and you felt yourself blush.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged shyly. “I mean, I’ve only been here for a couple of months. I guess my answer is…friends for right now, but we flirt?” You say and he deeply chuckles.

“As long as another guy doesn’t swoop you up, I guess I can handle that.” He says with a grin and it makes you smile.

“Okay.”

“But don’t think a day won’t go by where I don’t tell you how beautiful, stunning, and cute you are.” He says.

“Dean.” You giggled out with your cheeks turning red and you gently gave him a shove.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and Dean made you laugh more times than you could count. When it was time to go home you were devastated. But the weekend was coming up, and you were looking forward to it. Looking forward to spending more time with Dean.

After your first quote on quote date but not a date with Dean, you’ve spent a lot more time together over the course of the next two weeks. Your feelings were growing more and more every time you saw him. Every time your phone lit up with a text, you were hoping it was from him. Butterflies grew in your stomach when he appeared at Harvelle’s, and it’s been a while since that’s happened to you.

He made it no secret that he had a crush on you, and you were really starting to develop feelings for him too. He was just so sweet and charming. You were learning very quickly that he had one of the biggest hearts out of everyone you’ve met.

You were watching a movie with him while he had you lay across his lap, and his fingers were running themselves through your locks. You hummed in approval and he couldn’t help but smile as he stared down at you. You were so beautiful to him, and so sweet.

He loved getting to know you over the past couple of months. During the short time you’ve spent together he’s learned about your likes and dislikes, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he fell for you. Quickly, and it was honestly scary to him.

He had a couple of serious girlfriends in his lifetime and both of them broke his heart. Other than that he knew he had a reputation in this town but he was content with it now. All the rumors circulating around used to bother him but he let it go. He knew the truth and the closest to him did as well.

It wasn’t a lie that he’s a huge flirt, but he didn’t sleep with every girl he laid eyes on like most people claimed. He actually treated women like gold and with respect. His parents raised him right and he would never disrespect or use women and throw them away.

“De?”

“Hmm?” His train of thought was interrupted and he jumped as he realized you were looking up at him with your beautiful eyes. He felt the color rise in his cheeks. He’s been staring at you and he didn’t want you to think he was being creepy, but you seemed unfazed.

“I’m hungry, let’s order a pizza.” He chuckled.

“Let’s do it.”

The both of you were eating in silence while another movie was playing on tv.

“Tomorrow my dad finds out if the chemo is working or not.” You breathe out after a while and Dean looks at you with a hopeful face.

You haven’t really talked about your dad's sickness that much since the two of you had grown closer, and he didn’t push you to talk.

“He finished six rounds of chemotherapy, and now they want to check to see what’s going on. If it’s working, then they’re going to continue it. If not then, well I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Well, your dad is a fighter, and I’ve known that about him for years now.”

You nodded softly while playing with your hands. “Hey..he’s going to be okay.” He says softly.

“You don’t know that.” You say while shaking your head and you could feel the tears entering your eyes. You never talked about your dad with Dean because you didn’t want to cry and break down in front of him. You wanted to show that you were strong.

Before you knew it your plate was taken out of your hands and Dean’s soft hands were cupping your cheeks, wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling. “I-I, I’m sorry.” You sniffled and quickly slid away from Dean.

“Hey hey hey. C’mere, it’s okay.” He says softly and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, it’s my job to be strong and I lost control for a second.”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” He says softly while grabbing your hand. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s good if you want to show strength for your mom and dad, but it’s okay to break down sometimes. I’m never going to judge you. You never have to worry about breaking down in front of me.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “I don’t want to cry anymore right now. Let’s see what happens after my dad's appointment tomorrow and we’ll go from there. Um..my mom and dad usually go to the appointments to see the oncologist together while I wait at home. Will…um..will you come over tomorrow and wait with me? I really don’t want to be by myself.”

“I was already planning on coming over. I will never leave you alone. I’ve got you.” He says while giving your hand a gentle squeeze and you couldn’t help but smile.

September 22nd

Your knee was bouncing up and down as you were waiting for your parents to come home. You were so nervous, and you got no sleep last night. You stood up, and began to pace around your living room. You jumped out of your skin as Dean’s arms wrapped around your middle. “Sweetheart, you're making me dizzy.” He chuckled lovingly.

“I-I,” You sigh, “I just need a distraction.”

“Oh really?” You could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice and you didn’t even have time to ask him what he was doing before you were lifted over his shoulder. You let out a squeal and giggles escaped your lips as he began to spin you around. “D-Dean! Put me down!” You say in between giggles.

“Never!” He said playfully as he spun you around faster, and your laughter was getting louder and louder.

Your laughter and squeals were making his heart swell up. It was the most adorable sound he’s ever heard. He wanted to distract you, even if it was just for a little while. You deserve to have happiness in your life and all he wanted was to see you smile.

“D-Dean! I’m going to throw up! Enough!” You squeal out and he laughs as he puts you down. You held onto his shoulders as you were getting your breath back and the room was finally beginning to stop spinning. When you locked eyes with him you couldn’t help but giggle some more. “You’re a jerk.”

He chuckled, “Ready for round two?”

“What? No no no, De,-” You were cut off as he hoisted you up into his arms for a second time, this time holding you like a baby. He began to spin you around once more, and he was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting as your laughter filled the living room again.

The sound of your parents car pulling into the driveway interrupted the laughter, and Dean immediately placed you down. Your heart began to pound inside your chest, and light sweat coated your forehead.

Your parents walked inside, and it looked like they were both crying. Your heart dropped into your stomach until they both began to smile. “The chemo is working.” Your dad says. “The nodules on my stomach shrunk so much the doctors could barely see them on the scans. The liver ones are still there but the doctor is optimistic.”

Happy tears instantly filled your eyes, and you immediately let out a small sob of relief. You felt arms wrap themselves around you, and you cried into their chest. You knew it was Dean, you didn’t even have to look up. His hands rubbed up and down your back, and you pulled away after a minute.

You walked over to your dad and wrapped your arms snugly around him, and he did the same to you. Your dad was not an emotional person by any means, but he was letting out sobs of relief.

“I told you that it was worth it daddy.” You sob out and he cried harder.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before in my entire life.” He choked out.

After exchanging an emotional hug with your mother, you were surprised to see Dean wrap your father up into his arms and even more shocked to see his eyes well up with tears. They cried into each other's arms and after some time they pulled away, “We have to celebrate. Let’s all go out for dinner, my treat!” Dean says.

“Oh Dean, you don’t have to do that hun,” Your mother says but Dean kindly puts his hand up. “I insist.”

“Well, okay. Thank you Dean.”

“Hey Dean, invite your folks and that little brother of yours. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him!” Your dad says and Dean nods with a smile.

“I’ll do that. Give me a minute.” He says while stepping outside.

It was quiet for a moment before your mom spoke up. “I was wrong about him honey. I’m really sorry for my doubts. He’s a good kid.”

“Hell yeah he’s a good kid. Why is he not your boyfriend yet?” Your dad asks and it makes you giggle shyly.

“Dad,-”

“We’re friends that flirt. But I’m working on it Bobby.” Dean says while reentering the house, and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Just don’t hurt her kid. That’s all I ask.”

“I don’t plan on it sir. Despite my reputation in this town I treat women like gold.”

“I’m not going to lie to you Dean, I was worried about you and Y/n getting so close. I’m ashamed to say I believed all the rumors but I can see differently.”

“Hey, all is okay. I don’t plan to ever hurt your daughter. I really like her, and we’re taking things slow.”

Your heart swelled inside of your chest as you heard Dean say those words. You flirted shamelessly back and forth but you didn’t know he liked you the same way you like him.

“Well, what did your parents say Dean?”

“They said yes. So did Sammy. We’re all going to meet up by six, is that alright?”

“6 is perfect.”

You all sat around the table at your dad's favorite restaurant. John and Mary, Sam and his girlfriend Jessica, your parents, and Dean.

Jessica is a very sweet girl, and you found out that you had a lot in common. Maybe you found another friend besides Dean in this town. Not that you didn’t love Dean, but sometimes all a girl needed was another female to talk to for advice and it’s honestly been difficult not to have that.

“Here’s to my best friend Bobby being a fighter, and kicking cancer's ass!” John says with his glass raised, and all of you clink your glasses together.

“Since we’re all here, me and Jess have something to tell you all.” Sam says with a smile playing on his lips as he looks at Jess. “You want to tell them?”

“They’re your family.” She says shyly with a smile.

Everyone was confused, but then Jess lifted her left hand and showed off her beautiful engagement ring to everyone at the table. Mary squealed in excitement and Dean and John stood up to hug Sam.

After everyone shared hugs and congratulations, it was time to go home. “Hey sweetheart, do you want to spend the night and have a sleepover? Just to watch movies and things like that, I promise.” He reassured you and you smiled.

“I would love to.”

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Chasing a New High

Adrian stumbled through the woods ungracefully. For someone with his skill set, he was gangly and unsure of his more casual movements. He passed a small cabin in the woods, halting in his tracks. The lights were on.

“Perfect!” He thought.

Adrian was quick to hide against the back wall, surveying the building. It would be easy to get inside. Whoever lived here was dumb enough to leave their window open. Adrian could smell the scent of a fresh pie from the window sill, and he had to admit, it smelt amazing. He hasn’t eaten all day. He could surely steal a bite.

As he heard footsteps disappear further into the house. This was the moment Adrian slipped inside. This pit stop wasn't originally in the plan. But one more couldn’t hurt. It was remote enough that he wouldn’t even have to put that much effort into hiding his work. He slipped into a room, hearing your footsteps grow closer.

Your humming quickly filled his ears. He wasn’t sure if he recognised the song. His brain focused for a moment, taking the time to enjoy this, and learn fun little things about you before he made his move. He wracked his brain for the lyrics, but it seemed you would bless him with the answer. You walked over to your stereo, hitting play on the song.

The tune filled the air, gracing the vast open space with its sounds. He listened with intent as you sang along, growing closer out of pure instinct. Your voice was angelic. He almost regretted what he was soon to do. Almost. Adrian watched in awe as you effortlessly waltzed your way around the kitchen. Hips swaying to the music and feet carrying you with such Grace, he was almost certain you had to be a ballerina.

You knew your way around, and why wouldn’t you, this was your home after all. Totally unaware of the presence looming just beyond your sight. It was adorable, by his standards at least. And mesmerising. Surely he could get a closer look. What were you cooking? But Adrian was your opposite, and he quickly realised his mistake.

The crescendo of the music died down, and the loud crash of a metal bowl hitting the marble floor almost made you jump. You trained with such force, Adrian was sure you’d break something. Your eyes widened upon meeting his, the knife in your hand clattering to the ground. Adrian watched for a moment, wondering if it would sink into the delicate flesh of your foot. But he quickly gained his bearings, remembering what he was here for. He couldn't back down now, you’d already seen him.

In the moment that you were distracted, glancing after the knife to be sure it didn’t hit you, he struck. Before you could blink, his body collided with yours, bringing your spine up against the sink with a harsh crack. A hiss escaped your lips, and his hand suddenly found its way to your throat. You’d be easy enough to strangle, you were small, not much of a threat. Probably couldn’t put up much of a fight he thought. But Adrian wasn’t prepared.

He’d done this many times before, moving from town to town, picking off a number of its citizens. Spanning from the most deprived to innocent like kittens like you. He got his kicks, either way, feeling the different types of high each kill brought with it. Killing bad guys, well it made him feel good, superior. He was doing the world a favour, nobody would miss them. But killing an innocent, god, it made his nose bleed and his mouth water. The adrenaline didn’t set in as much, allowing him to take his time and just enjoy the art of it all.

He awaited a scream, a cry, a plea for your life. But it didn’t come. He almost didn’t hear your reaction, it was soft, breathy.

“Did you just moan?” He asked, bewildered.

Your face flushed, unfathomably embarrassed. Your eyes were screwed shut, and your hands braced behind you on the sink, protecting your spine from being crush further. You shook your head, scared to know how he’d react.

“Use your words Kitten.” He purred, enjoying this more than he should.

When you didn’t respond to his teasing he got annoyed, squeezing your throat tighter. He shifted his grasp to move his hands into a more proper position, and in the process his thumb lightly brushed the centre of your throat. A shiver ran down your spine and you moaned once more as he pushed down. Adrian simply grinned, looking down at you.

What was an innocent little pet like you, doing with a guy like him. Screw the lack of adrenaline, he was feeling a different type of primal urge now. He used his other hand to lift your chin to look at him.

“Open your eyes.”

You did as he asked. Adrian swore he could have gotten lost in them. Your pupils were blown wide in fear, or maybe pleasure. Was it both?

“Now when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Am I understood?”

“Ye-yes sir!” You stuttered out.

Adrian let out a gutter sound, like a mix of a growl and a laugh.

“Like a deer in the headlights, you know, you’d look good splattered on my windshield.” He said.

He excepted you to squirm, for your brain to catch up to what was really happening, to how much danger you were truly in. But you held his gaze, not an ounce of discomfort in yours. You shook your head.

“You disagree?”

“It’s too impersonal. Not your style.”

How interesting. What a confident statement to make. You didn’t even know his name, yet here you were bravely making assumptions.

“My style.”

“You’re choking me in my own kitchen. I knew you were watching me you know, you could have chosen any time to strike. But here we are.”

You were bluffing. You couldn’t have known. Of course, Adrian had fucked up, knocking over that bowl of food, but you couldn’t have to know what was in your house.

“You’re lying to me Kitten.”

A smirk stretched across your beautiful face. You brought your hands up to where his met your throat. Your mind finally catching up with you. He watched curiously as he allowed you to remove his hands from you. You calmly turned around, washing something in the sink, almost as if he weren’t there. You had a rag. He raised a brow to you.

“We’ll that mess you made isn’t going to clean itself up.” You sighed.

You were disappointed in him. He stepped back, allowing you to cross the kitchen to the spill. I mean where would you go. He was sure he was faster, stronger. You hadn’t armed yourself with a weapon. He stood over you, watching you clean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“You know, I’ve been watching you too.” You hummed.

This put his brain on high alert. He would have noticed someone watching him, especially someone like you. Even in a crowded room, he would have picked you out from the rest.

“Your kills have gotten sloppy recently, where’s your head gone?”

Genuine concern, is that what he was hearing. This had to be a dream, he must have zoned out on his walk home. That’s it, a fantasy. The only thing that would make sense of this.

“Adrian.” You warned, you tone suddenly cold.

It sent a shiver down his own spine. You knew his name.

“Now when I ask you a question, I except an answer. Am I understood.” You quoted him.

What on Earth was happening.

“I dont know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m still standing, we’ll, kneeling, proof that you’ve lost your- muchness.”

“My muchness?”

“You’re usually much more, muchier. Extravagant, calculated, unhinged. You’ve been everything under the sun, but merciful, that’s new to you, isn’t it?”

He nodded. Sticking a rouge vegetable cutting into his mouth.

“You’re different.”

“On the contrary, I’m exactly how I always am. Im just better at going unnoticed.”

Adrian needed to shift the conversation, he needed to be in charge again.

“Why were you watching me?”

You sighed, pushing yourself onto your feet and discarding of the messy towel. You brushed a few crumbs off your apron.

“It’s not often a serial killer moves to our small town. I don’t usually have competion.”

His eyes widened. He’d pegged you wrong completely. You weren’t innocent, far from it. More akin to a lioness than a house cat.

“Didn’t you used to be a hero Adri? What changed?”

You cornered him against the wall this time, pressing up on your toes to truly admire his face up close.

“Decided it wasn’t good enough to just help the government and wanted to go off killing on your own. Picking your own prey is invigorating isn’t it?”

It was his turn to silently nod, he choked back spit as his head tried to catch up with his body. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with you now. If you were competition as you stated, surely he’d be better off with you dead. But looking at you, that wasn’t an option. You were too interesting to kill now.

Your hands found there way to his throat, tracing the outlines of his viens with your delicate fingers. Your fingernails were sharp, you kept them that way on purpose. You slowly trailed one of your nails down his jugular, small bead of blood bursting forth on his warm skin. You suddenly pulled him by the shirt closer to you, Adrian felt dizzy. Not from the force, but from how close he was to you. It was intoxicating.

“I could teach you, you know? Would you like that, Puppy?”

He nodded desperately, his pants suddenly feeling way to tight for his liking.

“Use your words, Pup.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Your giggle was like music to his flushed ears.

“Good boy.” You purred, liking a stripe from his collar bone to his ear.

A stuttered breath left your mouth as his blood melted onto your tongue. He could feel your breath on his neck, and it caught his in his chest.

“They always taste better when they’re aroused.” You whispered.

They, who was they? What were you? You couldn’t possibly be human, how else could you have such a hold on him.

“But your my dear sweet boy, taste mouthwatering. Would you care to try?”

Before he could even ask what you meant, your mouth hungrily attacked his own. You bit at his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and open wide. You fought his tongue for dominance, and won. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part. Adrian was simply too stunned to function. He could taste himself on your lips, and he finally understood what you meant. His blood was sweet, like honey.

You pulled away, a satisfied smirk on your lips.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner Adrian, I’ll get to tell you all about who we’ll be having as our main course!”

An: ahhh I don’t know how to feel about this. This was fun to write, and I hope it’s just as fun for you all to read. Poor Adrian has no idea what he’s gotten himself into with this one.

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tr-ash-posts · 2 years

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Campsite

Synopsis: The traumatic part of your loved ones disappearing into a river is supposed to be the disappearance, but sometimes it's when the river gives them back.

Camping was a family tradition. We had been doing it ever since my wife and I were in college, and decided not to stop after Carly's adoption. It was on our first camping trip with her that she first called me mama, months after Mariana had gotten the title of mom. Johnny wasn't so keen on it, when he came along. He was, however, willing to compromise. Camping trips were fine, as long as we could make a trip down to the beach every once in a while.

When we moved for Mariana's new job, Carly confided in me that she was sad we wouldn't be camping anymore. From that moment onwards, looking for a campsite near our new home became one of my top priorities.

Upon telling my family the nearest campsite was a ten hour drive away from home, Johnny lightheartedly suggested we simply drop the tradition. Carly shrugged it off, but I could see it in her and Mariana's demeanor that the idea saddened them. That is why I came up the idea of making the woods just outside of town our new campsite.

–I mean, there must be a reason why no one has done that yet...—Mariana argued, a crease between her eyebrows.— Might be a protected area, Dina.

–Not officially—I retorted, looking at the scarce information available online.—It just says local authorities advise against it. Something about people disappearing into the river. All we have to do is find a nice spot away from it and we'll be fine.

Mariana's gaze oscilatted from side to side, in the maner that I knew meant she was quite literally weighing the pros and cons of the idea.

–It's worth a very careful shot...—she ended up agreeing.

A slow smile spread across my face.

–And if push comes to shove, you are a great swimmer.

A smile bloomed across Mariana's face, with a glimmer in her eyes to match. She caught the exact running gag I was pulling, originated in our honeymoon. It worked at softening her up.

By the time Mariana finally got a break, I thought I had read up on everything that there was to know about those woods. The day we were headed out for the trip, I was overcome with a desire to stop the car and go back inside. I am, however, prideful, as well as stubborn and stupid. The feeling was shaken off, left behind with the stress of work and school.

It was a good drive there. Johnny mostly slept through it, which meant he would not get restless and cranky. It was a relief for Carly, who could read the whole way there. Mariana and I softly sang along to the radio. It felt idyllic. The calm before the storm. A storm we were steadily moving towards.

Upon arrival, we didn't even walk near the river. According to the map, it was miles north to where we were going. Johnny and I were on tent duty. Carly and Mariana gathered supplies make fire. To appease my wife's concerns about wildlife, we brought canned food.

This trip was, arguably, even more fun than usual. The point of camping is feeling one with nature. This time, it felt even more like it, as we were staying in an actual forest. Even Johnny seemed to be actively enjoying the experience.

It's bittersweet to know how wonderful that weekend was. It remained that way until after we packed our bags to go.

I was certain I knew exactly where we were. After walking an hour in the direction we had come from, we began hearing water. I froze, reaching into my bad to check the map. It was nowhere to be found.

–Hey, Mar-

–I hear something!—Carly exclaimed.

–It's the river!—Johnny concluded with equal excitement.

Before my wife and I could even exchange a look, the children ran off. In a second they were out of sight.

–Careful!—Mariana advised, quickening her pace to catch up.

The words were barely out of her mouth when we heard a shrill scream, and then Carly calling out for her brother. My wife and I ran over to where they were.

The river was much closer than it sounded. Carly was by the edge of it, reaching for her brother with wide eyes, her features creased and tense with horror. Down in the water, Johnny splashed around in a panic, just out of reach.

Mariana had already dropped her backpack and her shoes, jumping into the water after our son.

Then, they were submerged. There was a moment of silence. It stretched out. I reached out into the water, fully aware I couldn't also jump in and leave my daughter alone.

–Johnny!—I called out, my voice shrill.—Mariana!

Maybe if I yelled out loud enough, the univer would know how much I loved them and give them back.

I could hear my daughter sobbing behind me. Just when I thought it was hopeless, a hand grasped mine. I pulled the boy out of the water and into my arms. He cried and shivered, but relief washed over me that he was still conscious. With my eyes, I frankly searched for signs of my wife. Carly crawled over with snot down her face, wrapping herself around us. The water continued flowing, undisturbed.

For a moment, I set aside my panic to comfort the crying children. As I pulled away to properly look at them, blue eyes greeted me, instead of my son's shade of brown. I crawled backwards. My chest actually physically hurt as I attempted to get any words out.

–I-I-You- Who are you? Where's Johnny?—I reached back into the water, fantically splashing around.—Johnny! Mariana!

No more hands came to grasp mine. Carly left her place near the boy to come pull me back.

–Mama!—she called, crying less than before.—Mama, stop, it's okay, Johnny's here! Johnny's safe! He's safe, mama.

I actually did pull back, sitting by the side of the water. My daughter hugged me, rubbing my back in comfort like I did to her after a nightmare. The speed at which everything had gone awry made my head spin.

–We're gonna find mom—Carly assured me.

All I could do was nod. The boy came to us as well. I suppressed nausea. The need to recoil. Instead, I wrapped my arms tighter around my daughter. Maybe if we remained very still, he would go away.

Whoever decided children don't lie, didn't think it through. Whether they intend on it or not, lying comes with the territory of not knowing anything about life.

After the arrival of police, I insisted on driving myself and the children home. The two hour drive was silent. Carly curled up in the seat next to me. It was her first time riding shotgun. For whatever reason, my stomach churned at the thought of leaving her in the backseat with the boy.

Although I do not hold it against her, Carly lied to me that day. We did not find Mariana. Neither did the cops. They also refused to allow me anywhere near the search site.

When they showed up at my door, a week later, I opened a little too eagerly.

–Are you here to take the boy? I'm sure his family misses him very much.

The words left my mouth before the door was entirely open. My head was spinning, exhausted from the sleepless nights. Wondering where was my son. My wife. Who was this child. I knew not to leave him alone with my daughter.

The policewoman frowned deeply.

–Do you mean your son, ma'am?

I did not. After a few breaths of staring at one another blankly, she spoke again.

–I came to tell you we're closing the investigation on your wife's disappearance... And, with all due respect, after all that had happened, I think it would benefit you to seek some help.

–...Help?—I echoed.

–Therapy, ma'am. For yourself and your children—she said, handing me a card with a phone number.

My stomach twisted differently than before. Tales of people diagnosed with mental health issues, whose kids got taken away on the wake of such, ran through my head. Mariana's parents, blaming me her disappearance, like they had blamed me for everything. Ready to take custody of Carly and... This boy. Although this time they were right, and I was to blame, I couldn't lose the family I had left. Would they realize something was off with the boy, or would they leave Carly unprotected? No one else seemed to be able to handle this but me.

–Thank you—I said dryly.—Good day.

The door was closed before she could respond. I did not call the number. On the contrary, I lived in fear of a social worker visit for months. There was also a shame there. At being viewed as animalistic. The mother bird who rejected her child because it fell from the nest. In response, I suppressed the feelings. About Mariana's death, and the boy too. The social worker never came, and the boy never left.

They are both grown up now, with kids of their own. Carly and who I learned to also call Johnny, like one does to someone who has a name that hurts to pronounce. Over time, I convinced myself I had just been in shock. That this had always been my son. His eyes even looked the same shade of brown they always had, instead of the blue I saw that day.

That has been my reality for the past twenty five years. Until today. I have been ill for a while. It's getting terminal. I need a liver transplant. Without much hope for compatibility, my doctor tested my children. Johnny's exam came out perfectly matching me. The doctor said it was strange. That most biological children don't even show such a degree of compatibility to their parents. Whatever came out of the river, I don't think it knew my son was supposed to be adopted.

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shanscript · 3 years

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who: matsukawa x hanamaki x v!reader

what: adult characters, camping in the woods, fingering, thinking of someone else, getting caught turns threesome, bisexual icon: dominant mattsun, size difference, reader called a good girl, protected sex, bro...

wc: 2700

cross posted to the ao3

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for my wonderful & sweet giveaway winner: @antique-remains 💖 aghhh, thank you so so much for always supporting my writing. this was so incredibly fun to write (if not a lil self indulgent yanno?) i adore you so hard & i hope i captured the moment you wanted!!

The soft rustling of nylon complimented stifled giggles as you crawled backwards across your sleeping bag. Feigned exhaustion from the long day of swimming and hiking presented itself as the perfect excuse to sneak back to your tent with Mattsukawa. The afterglow of the setting sun had already faded to a bleak grey, barely illuminating the intimate interior of the tent. Cicadas chattered without pause in the surrounding trees. The nearby stream sang a steady, bubbling tune. With the descent of dusk came a gentle chill, just to remind you what little summer was left.

But warmth wrapped around you in the form of corded muscle, and skin still sticky with sweat and sunscreen. Mattsun leaned over you closely, his thick thigh finding a home between yours. The simple sensation of his athletic shorts sliding across your bare skin made you shiver. You rolled your hips just enough to show appreciation for the pressure, and tensed your thighs around his. His sturdy arms caged you in, one elbow braced beside your face as the other hand trailed down to your hip. Curious fingers toyed with the hem of your tank top, making your lips part with a lusty sigh.

Mattsun pressed the full weight of his hips into yours, and ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Your chin tipped up to welcome him closer, a soft whimper thrumming in your chest. The creeping cold that clung to the air outside your tent didn’t stand a chance against the burning heat between your bodies. Each move of his fingers, hips, and tongue only made you want him more.

The little moans he breathed into your ear reached an octave so deep you felt it in your pussy. His hot tongue dragged down and up your neck, tracing broad circles in between open-mouth kisses. You hooked a knee around his hip and brought your hands up to his hair. Scratching his scalp released the intoxicating aroma of the campfire, and reminded you of all the subtle touches you both shared while sitting around it earlier.

But it also made you remember something else.

Makki… Your heart thumped a little harder. Mattsun wasn’t the only one with eyes for you tonight. A vivid memory played behind your eyelids: Hanamaki watching you keenly from across the flickering flames. The way he smirked when you made eye contact, how he nodded ever so slightly with sinful intent. Even though you were wrapped up in Mattsun’s heavy arm, Makki managed to make you feel so… exposed. Thinking about another man- his best friend nonetheless- while hopelessly whining under Mattsun’s touch made you feel a little dirty.

But it also made you really wet.

You were really losing yourself to the moment now. You moaned a little louder, and rocked your hips roughly against him. You felt Mattsun bite down on your shoulder with a stuttering gasp. You had no idea how hard you made it to contain himself. But you could feel it... throbbing against your thigh. Mattsun’s broad hand trembled as he gripped your hip. His touch dragged down and around your ass, rough fingers sliding under your shorts. He squeezed your softness as his clothed hardness rutted against your thigh. Your head fell back as his long fingers found their way to the damp crotch of your underwear. Your ready walls pulsed as he ran the back of his knuckles along your concealed slit.

Mattsun hummed as his lips wrapped around your throat. “Been daydreamin’ all damn day,” he grunted quietly, “about this.” He punctuated his sentence with a possessive grip over your pussy. He soiled your undies further with a few circles palmed into the fabric. Your cheeks radiated a rosey heat as your breathing fell short.

“You…” you sighed, “You want it?”

“Mmmmm,” Mattsun loved hearing you, “yeah.” His cheek brushed over yours as he brought his teeth to your ear. Unkempt, scruffy facial hair made his sharp jawline that much more dangerous.

You scratched his roots again, and arched your back into him. “Then take it.”

He bellowed a growl, carried on a deep exhale. His teeth tightened around your earlobe as his hot breath fanned your skin. He yanked your panties aside before plunging two, long fingers inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as your heel bumped against his lower back. Mattsun kissed, sucked, and bit your jaw, chin, and lips, all while burying his knuckles between your plush walls. Your eyes darted around beneath your eyelids as he searched roughly for your g-spot.

Once you were breathless, barely able to make a sound, he really got to work. He stretched your swollen walls just like he did your shorts and panties. His fingers prodded your tingling nerves with a swift passion. Every crash of Mattsun’s knuckles into your labia sent a pulse of heat down your thighs and up your spine. Your whole body rocked slightly as he played your pussy like a divine instrument. He chased each and every one of your desperate sounds with increasing vigor.

But it wouldn’t be hooking up with Mattsun unless he had you on top. Keeping his now three fingers deep inside you, his body began to shift. He hooked his free arm under the sweet arch of your back. You held on tight with both arms wrapped around his neck as he rolled you both over. He never allowed you to catch a full breath. His lips locked onto yours with a gasping moan as his tongue savored your spit.

The crotch of your bottoms was a soaked mess, barely resisting the push and pull of his wrist. The way you straddled Mattsun’s hips left you spread wide open, all for him. Your head drooped, damp forehead pressed into his shoulder. You felt his fingers find your g-spot again, only to exploit it without mercy. Even as you shivered, your skin glowed with an unquenchable warmth. Mattsun’s hand gripped your hip tightly as he started pulling you down over his fingers. You exhaled in broken moans, all self-awareness dissolving from your mind.

“Shh shh shhhhh,” Mattsun cooed smugly, as if your debauched demeanor was anything but his fault. He couldn’t help but grin drunkenly into your tousled hair.

Your puffy walls strained around his fingers as they fucked you faster. His bruising grip on your hip only made you clench harder. Your hips moved all on their own, blissfully taking his lead. A familiar and steady pressure coiled deep in your core. Mattsun was bringing you closer unimaginably fast, in a way you could never resist. And your body was making him lose control just as fast. You stifled your cries with your lips on his throat as his hips rose to meet yours on every thrust of his hand. His cock pitched a firm tent in his shorts, the head of it prodded against the crease of your thigh. Your gooey honey dripped down his hand to stain the fabric separating you from your unspoken reward.

“Issseeii,” you whimpered, “I’mmm gonna--”

Brrrrrrrrp!

“Hey y’all wanna come smoke or...?” a voice was already asking.

The zipper of your tent’s flap shot open faster than your eyes could. Your mouth went dry, and your pussy was sure to follow. Your body froze, and your heart leaped up your throat. All you could do was stare blankly at Mattsun’s shocked expression. He raised the hand that wasn’t still buried in your folds to block the unwanted flashlight beam that was now shining over your disheveled forms.

“Bro!” Mattsun spat.

“Buh,” Makki’s voice cracked, “Bro…”

The silence now was deafening. You hid your face in Mattsun’s neck. This couldn’t be happening. A burning blush spread up your neck, around your ears, and across your cheeks. You felt like you died of embarrassment over and over, every second Makki saw you like this. Yet somehow all you could focus on were the three fingers still gently massaging your insides.

“Kinda in the middle of something,” Mattsun quipped sharply.

“Uh yeah…” Makki muttered. He sounded hypnotized. That painful silence settled back in for a few more seconds.

“Either come in or get out,” Mattsun’s voice cut back in, “Just shut the damn door.”

“What?!” you finally joined the discussion.

“You serious…?” Makki marveled.

“What, you think I don’t know?” Mattsun asked you softly with a chuckle. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he called back to Makki over your shoulder, spanking you roughly for emphasis.

“Well fuck,” Makki mumbled. He finally clicked off his flashlight, carelessly discarding it somewhere in the grass. Without a lick of shame or hesitation, he ducked down to climb through the tent’s opening, already fumbling with the pull string of his sweatpants. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t dreamt of this. But you trembled nervously nonetheless. You craned your neck around to peek at Makki disrobing. The dim light of dusk outlined his hunched figure. You watched him shrug his shoulders repeatedly while running one hand through his hair.

Is he psyching himself up? Your stiff expression cracked into a subtle smile. Something about his simple charm was starting to ease your body’s tension.

Mattsun tilted your face back towards him with a firm, gentle grip on your jaw. You were reminded just how big his hands were, not to mention his fingers still idly playing with your pussy. You exhaled a long, shaky sigh.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He pulled you close for a tender kiss. One that told you just how much you deserved to be taken care of. He tasted faintly of fire-roasted confectionery. Your walls twitched around his fingers.

“C-can I… uhm…” ‘Makki managed to squeak out. He was already fully naked, one fist squeezing the base of his freed cock.

“Here put this on,” Mattsun spoke evenly. He fished a little square foil out of his pillowcase before tossing it in Makki’s direction. “And don’t forget who let you have her.”

“Yeah, sure,” Makki answered flatly, with just a hint of sarcasm, as he obediently rolled the condom down his eager length.

“Focus on me, okay?” Mattsun’s voice deepened when addressing you. The growing darkness descending upon your tent only made you that much more aware of the subtleties. His chest rumbled under you as he spoke again. “Don’t worry about him. Don’t even think about him.”

“Mm..mhmm,” you hummed, tipping your head in a slight nod.

With that his fingers began to move again, while yours found purchase in his tangled hair. You warmed back up to his touch so easily, stuttering a sigh. Your fingernails scratched softly against his scalp as his curled gently inside your heat. Your awareness dissolved fast, enough for you to disregard Makki’s knees inching closer to you on the sleeping bag. Mattsun’s fingers brought you back to where you left off.

Before Makki could even think about fucking you though, Mattsun had to put him in his place. His fingers pumped into you a little faster as his free hand slid down his stomach. With a simple push against his waistband, Mattsun freed his fat cock. You felt his hot flesh slap against your ass. It slid easily between your cheeks. The very feeling of his sheer size had your pussy drooling. But he didn’t do this for you.

“Damn dude,” Makki’s voice sounded hollow.

Mattsun chuckled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. He swirled his fingers languidly, stirring up your sweet juices just a bit longer. A little fuzzy around the edges, you focused as best you could on the way he stretched you out. Your body melted into him as he finger fucked your inhibitions away.

Mattsun deemed you ready for something more, and withdrew his filthy fingers. Before Makki could take what he only assumed was his queue, Mattsun guided the thick head of dick into your messy hole. The arch in your back deepened as you welcomed the surprise. Mattsun only gave you an inch, just enough to wet the tip, and then he was shoving it up into your clit. You choked out a moan as his hot head stroked and stimulated your buzzing nerves.

“Think she’s ready for ya,” Mattsun purred. He cradled your jaw in his palm, paying slow and teasing attention to your swollen lips. His hard length throbbed against your clit as Makki sidled up behind you.

You heard Makki draw a steadying breath. Your shoulders and walls tightened with anticipation. Disbelief that this was actually happening faintly tickled the back of your brain. Mattsun kept his lips locked on yours as you felt something hot and heavy prod your entrance.

“Atta girl,” Mattsun whispered into your moaning mouth, “You can take it.”

Makki gasped as he pushed inside. Every inch he claimed of your pussy drained more control from his body. What started as a slow progression quickly ended with him slamming his groin into your ass with a satisfying slap. You cried out with a clipped whine, cut off by Mattsun drinking down the remains. You felt Makki’s fingers slide into the creases of your thighs, holding you steady as he grinded into you a little deeper.

“Fuck,” Makki praised. He’s been dying to fuck you for so long, and you were well worth the wait. Your walls squeezed him tight with a quivering pulse. He didn’t need any other sign to start moving. The sleeping bag bunched around his knees as he started snapping his hips against you. Makki was long, slender, and reached a spot deep inside you that Mattsun’s girth couldn’t. You tried to imagine how pretty it looked, sliding in and out of your sloppy sweet entrance. Mattsun groaned his approval, still planting sultry kisses all across your lips and jaw.

All this excitement and pressure made you so receptive. You were pressed between the two men of your dreams, getting your ass clapped and pussy pampered. Not to mention all of the short, dirty praises Mattsun slipped you while you rocked against him. You were light-headed and panting, taking every inch of Makki like your pussy was made for him. After a shaky start, he found his groove. His eyes trained on the source of every filthy, wet sound produced by his pounding. He thrusted in fast, hard bursts, just to see how loud you could get.

“Wanna kiss her?” Mattsun interrupted, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Wh.. y-yeah,” Makki gasped out. He sounded more surprised now than when he was invited in to fuck you. His rhythm mellowed out as he leaned over you. You narrowed your eyes at Mattsun and puffed out some labored whimpers. What’s he up to?

Suddenly Makki was so close you could feel the heat of his breath. Your puffy walls clenched as you were reduced to simply warming his cock. Your eyes darted between the vague outlines of both their faces.

“Too bad,” Mattsun smirked in the darkness. He leaned up to crash his lips against Makki’s. The latter made the cutest little muffled yelp… but didn’t pull back. You could hear them testing the waters, slipping a bit of tongue into each other’s mouths before getting lost in the moment. You felt Makki’s cock twitch inside you. For once you didn’t mind being ignored like this. You watched and listened patiently, adding a few enthusiastic moans to theirs.

Makki didn’t stop kissing Mattsun when he finally picked up fucking you again. Your lips and teeth found Mattsun’s neck as Makki drove you close to the edge. Their rough and determined gasps for breath, the sultry smacking of lips, the hungry growls, and Makki’s full length slamming into your abused walls… all swirled into a torrent of pleasure that came to a head deep inside your core.

You cried out in finality before biting down hard on Mattsun’s shoulder. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, milking Makki dry as he stuffed the latex full of his seed. Mattsun let him gasp for breath, all while licking slowly across his sweaty jaw. Mattsun was more than pleased, but nowhere near finished.

“Beat it… ya had your fill,” Mattsun grumbled in a husky slur, “‘Bout time I get mine.”

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delimeful · 3 years

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how easy you are to need (redux) (1)

the first chapter of my HEYATN rewrite! find the original here!

warnings: panic attacks, fear, hypervigilance, paranoia, mentions of freezing/starving

The first sign of the humans had been the smoke.

The scent had caught Virgil’s attention from the moment he woke, the light grey plumes curling over the tips of the trees in the distance. There’d been no recent storm to strike a flame, which meant that human hands had crafted it.

It wasn’t the first time. His forest was wide and sprawling, and it was near enough to a few well-worn traveling paths that humans thought it a fair place to set up camp for a night or two. The otherworldly aura of the forest itself tended to dissuade any longer stays.

(Eerie howling in the night also tended to do the trick.)

Virgil still had to check it out, of course, both as his home’s protector and to soothe his own agitation at the sight. It didn’t matter that they were almost always peaceful travelers, the presence of humans put him on edge every time.

And if the sensation of being watched drove the intruders away quicker? All the better.

He headed down the hillside, winding his way through the edges of his normal patrol route as he went. Nothing was amiss there, the wildlife scampering away at the sight of him, the natural magic of the area still abundant and thriving.

The source of the smoke was closer than he’d anticipated, though. It was rare that any were bold enough to camp any further than the edges of his territory, and yet here he was in the middle of the forest, the smell rapidly growing stronger.

He slowed, close enough now that the smoketrail was hidden by the long branches overhead. This was a familiar spot, there was a clearing up ahead, and—

Virgil stopped dead at the edge of the trees, staring at the abandoned cabin that had sat quietly in this clearing since he’d first stumbled into his forest.

There was smoke rising from the chimney.

He could smell the humans now, tracks and scent trails to and from the apparently formerly abandoned cabin. They must have trekked through a good quarter of his territory to get here, and he’d slept through the intrusion like an idiot. He paced back and forth agitatedly, circling around the clearing and remaining carefully out of sight as he did.

He’d been in that cabin before. How could he not have? Alone in these woods, there wasn’t much to do for fun except explore. Once he’d gotten past his initial skittishness, he’d been determined to investigate every inch of the dusty old place.

And then he’d realized it was a former den for hunters. He’d spent weeks on the other side of the woods, slowly working his way through the panic that had risen up in him at the simple thought: what if they return?

Even so, as time passed, he’d only grown more sure that the place was well and truly harmless. Nobody had been in there for years prior to Virgil’s arrival in the woods. Whatever use its hunters might have had for it, it had clearly been long abandoned and left to rot.

Of course, now there was smoke in the chimney, and the windows had been carefully pushed open, and there was a horse, grazing mildly.

Virgil took a deep breath, pausing his pacing to try and calm his racing heart. He couldn’t jump to conclusions.

Just because it was an old hunters’ den didn’t mean the new occupants were hunters. It might have been a simple act of opportunity, like a vole taking up an abandoned burrow.

The back door swung open, and Virgil went still, watching as a human donned in red strode over to the horse, patting its snout and murmuring softly to it. He offered it a handful of some sort of grain, which it seemed to enjoy, and then made his way to the center of the clearing and drew a sword from the sheathe at his hip.

Even from here, Virgil felt his skin prickle at the way the blade sang, radiating protective magics as the human moved through blocks and attacks against an invisible enemy. It had to be pure silver, and likely warded as thoroughly as possible against creatures like him. One didn’t simply obtain a weapon like that without knowing what it was, what it was meant for.

He backed away slowly, fading into the underbrush, until he was absolutely certain that he was free from the human— the hunter’s range of sight.

Then, mind full of white noise, he turned and bolted.

—-

He lost a day and a half to the blinding panic, cycling between fear-anger-exhaustion-terror until he’d finally burnt all the emotions out and collapsed.

It was an awful decision. He’d kept as far as possible from the cabin, even in his haze, and now he had no idea what the humans had done in his absence. If they knew he was there— if they’d set up traps— it would only take one slip and everything would be over.

No, if he was going to get rid of them, he needed to be as prepared as they no doubt were.

He spent sleepless nights scouring the forest, searching for any traces of them-- searching for their patrol routes, their traps, the damage to the forest they left in their wake.

But there was none. Not even a faded scent trail to suggest they’d ever been through at all. It seemed they were sticking close to the cabin.

For the first time, Virgil wondered if they’d really come for him. He hadn’t been seen by humans in years, often sticking to the shadows to scare off travelers that had overextended their stays. It was possible that they didn’t even know a shifter lived in the forest, let alone a werewolf. He couldn’t bet on it, but it was possible.

Whether he wanted to find out what they were doing here or just know what human tricks he’d be facing, he had to return to the cabin. He spent less time sleeping so that he could continue patrolling through his woods and also keep a wary eye on the humans when they roused.

The hunter was the easiest to spy on. He spent most of his time outdoors, running through a series of daily tasks that ranged from caring for the horse to gathering firewood to hauling water from the well. He practiced drills with that sword less frequently than Virgil would have expected, but when he did, he moved with the well-balanced motions and sure strikes of someone who knew their way around a weapon.

The other two were more difficult to get a read on. They didn’t seem like hunters in physique or manner, and they spent significantly more time indoors.

One had hands that carried the sharp, chemical smell of ink, and only made regular excursions from the house to mess with a plot of upturned land he’d had the hunter help him fence in. It was a garden, Virgil was fairly sure, though it looked nothing like the ones he’d planted, all careful rows and even spacing.

The other spent most of his time indoors, though he was anything but stagnant. Where the hunter focused on heavy labor and maintaining the exterior of the home, this one seemed to focus his attention on the interior care. Virgil often caught glimpses of him opening windows to air out dusty old linen or set sweet-smelling baked items along the sill.

Most interesting of all were the ways the three of them intersected.

The baker would bring simple food and drink to the scholar when he spent longer than usual wrist-deep in the dirt, and sneak the horse treats while the hunter wasn’t looking, completely unrepentant whenever he was caught.

The scholar would sit and watch the hunter run through drills, occasionally calling out an imaginary attack for him to counter, or share quiet conversation with the baker as dusk fell and the lantern bugs began to emerge.

Even the hunter was gentle, presenting freshly-plucked berries to the baker with a dramatic bow and excited smile, or crouching in the garden to listen as the scholar excitedly explained how well the new sprouts were doing.

It wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen from humans before.

He eventually decided they couldn’t know he was there; any hunter worth their salt would know that encroaching on a pack’s territory was tantamount to declaring war. The other two didn’t even seem to be combatants. If Virgil was anything other than an undersized, scrappy outlier, he could have killed all three of them at any point.

He probably still could, now that he knew when they slept and was well familiar with the ins and outs of that cabin. Unless they’d set up new defenses, or sealed off the secret passages, or randomly deviated from their normal sleeping schedule. Unless, unless, unless.

The forest had been as uneasy as him at first, but surprisingly enough, these new residents worked hard to avoid wreaking the casual destruction humans were known for. They didn’t clear swaths of land of all life or hunt the new season’s young.

As the days passed, they continued to just… exist there, long enough that deer passed through the clearing with barely the flick of an ear at the voices from inside the house.

Over time, the forest’s reluctance turned to ambivalence, and then to amusement at Virgil’s expense. He was the only one who seemed to be taking the threat seriously anymore, much to his annoyance. Sure, they hadn’t done anything yet, but the key word there was ‘yet’.

It was well into the moon’s cycle that his patience in watching the human’s was rewarded with witnessing a change in their routine. As dusk fell, the three of them left the clearing entirely, trekking into the woods with careful steps. Virgil followed at a safe distance, feeling suspicious about their uncharacteristic silence.

The hunter led the way with a glowing lantern, wary but with no sword at his hip. The baker walked behind him, carrying a wrapped, slightly bulky package in his arms, and the scholar brought up the rear with a lantern of his own. Every so often, the scholar would pause and then murmur directions.

It took Virgil an embarrassingly long time to realize they were following a leyline, and sure enough, once they reached an intersection point, they stopped and set up a brightly colored cloth, a few wooden dishes, and bound, dried herbs from the garden.

An offering, the forest seemed to croon around him, pleased with the cuts of meat and burnt herbs. Virgil couldn’t hear what the scholar said, the words quiet and slow, but with the forest present in the back of his mind, he got the general idea.

Reciprocity. Giving for what they had taken, a declaration of their intent.

The forest accepted the claim as it had accepted his offer years ago, the sound of it in the buzzing of the insects and the breeze rustling the leaves. The humans returned home, as much residents of these woods as Virgil was, now.

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Between the forest’s new fondness and their own persistent harmlessness, Virgil couldn’t justify getting rid of the humans.

So instead, he stayed well away from them, only venturing out of his corner of the forest to supervise the offering trips they made into the heart of the woods on every half-moon, both waxing and waning. If the humans noticed either the forest's fond touch in the brush of its greenery against them or the weight of his narrow-eyed gaze upon them, they didn't show it.

The season shifted slowly, and then all at once. The forest grew quiet again, its greenery fading away as it and many of its inhabitants dropped into snowsleep. Virgil wished his own winter could pass so simply.

The humans’ arrival had dragged his attention away from his usual preparations, and he had enough difficulties hunting alone without adding new complications to the mix. As it stood, he had barely any body fat to speak of, and even his winter coat felt pitiful against the cutting winds and heavy snow.

Whenever he wasn’t hunting, he was curled up in his cave, wishing for the warmth of a pack to surround him. He usually ran warm, enough that even the night’s chill didn’t bother him, but it was a different story in this weather. Shifting wasn’t an option either— His human form could barely withstand minutes in the cold, let alone hours.

Looking back, he wasn’t sure whether he’d drifted towards the cabin on purpose or simply subconsciously followed the smell of smoke. The result had been the same either way.

The house had looked unbearably warm against the bleak landscape, and Virgil had spent ages arguing with himself before slinking towards the abode, unable to bear another sleepless night having any scrap of heat leached away. Honestly, he’d been half-surprised to wake up this morning.

He slunk around the edges of the building, his heart pounding at the muffled voices inside. They had no reason to believe a werewolf resided here. He was small enough to resemble a normal wolf if they caught him. He might simply be earning himself a quicker death, put down like a simple wild animal, but he felt too numb to care.

The cabin’s foundation was solid, but Virgil had spent a fair amount of time exploring the human den as a pup, telling himself he was conquering his fear. It was certainly a hunter’s hideout; he’d found a staggering number of secret passages and hidey-holes built into it for easy escape. With a little prying, they could also be used for easy entrance.

The boarded up entrance to the crawl space was just where he remembered it, faded defensive runes carved into the wood. The enchantments were long defunct, the boards old and rotted, and he’d wriggled through the crawl space enough as a kid to know that there were no lingering traps in wait.

He braced himself, and then shifted with low cracks of bone and flesh. This close to the full moon, it ached like sore muscles, but not as bad as the cold stung at his now-human body. Gritting his teeth, he quickly dug his nails into the wood, able to pry the planks free even with half-frozen fingers. Task done, he shifted back as quick as he could and waited for an agonizing moment, listening for any signs that he’d been heard.

Nothing. The distant voices carried on without a pause.

He hesitated again, but in mere seconds, meager warmth began trickling out from the opening, baiting him more effectively than any supernatural lure. He ducked his head and crawled into the passage, which was more cramped than he’d recalled but still manageable. Step by silent step, he crept through the crawl space, letting the growing heat sink into him until the biting cold was barely more than a memory.

He hadn’t realized just how far under the cabin he’d ventured until a voice rang out directly above him, the actual words lost in the rush of panic he felt, crouched and vulnerable with a human was only meters away.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent like that, tremors vibrating through him as old memories came rushing back. It was small things that brought him back; the smell of ink, the crackling of a hearth, shared laughter. He’d had none of those, back then, but they were here now. He was here now.

The humans continued to chatter casually, none of them aware that there was a beast lying in wait just under the floorboards. They didn’t know he was there. He was safely hidden away.

Slowly, inch by inch, Virgil relaxed, head tucked against his paws, adjusting bit by bit until even the creaks of the humans moving about over his head didn’t register as a threat.

Finally warm, he dropped into sleep between one exhale and the next.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #werewolf au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #heyatnr #heyatn rewrite #how easy you are to need redux #my writing #writing #im sorry this is so late i got caught up with work #this part is pretty close to the original so im sure its familiar #but i hope you all enjoy anyhow!

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Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

warnings: quick mentions of minor character deaths, A/B/O dynamics

Chapter 1: No longer children

The nights in the outskirts were loud, filled with crickets, and nature! The smell of the woods is all she'd ever known, her mom was exiled from the pack when she was pregnant with her, but only a select few knew of her existence. Those who did, protected her mom out of respect. She was kind and strong, she brought her daughter up on her own in a harsh, and desolate part of the woods. Still within pack territory, but at least an hour journey on car. Following the waterfall all the way to the bottom creek where the water came to a halt, and the cascade fell into a peaceful flow, That’s where she called home. There was only just an abandoned hunting cabin back then, but her mom rebuilt it with bloodshed, and tears. For a long time she managed on her own!

Winnifred Barnes was a kind woman, the only other person she'd ever known, Winnifred was a beta from the same village her mother came from. Every so often she would sneak out of the village, and travel down unto the creek with supplies, and fresh bread to deliver to them. She barely saw her, but her favorite memories involved her. She had a son, his name Was James, but he hated being called James. He went by Bucky.

~15 years ago~

“Here fishy fishy, I’m a friend” she'd had taken out a fish trap to the creek and spent the entirety of the morning watching fish just swim by her feet as they neatly avoided the trap she'd set up “ fishy, fishy please come “ she'd sighed in frustration! Whenever her mom came to the river, she made it look so effortless. She would just sing, and it was like animals wanted to be surrounded by her presence! It never took long for them to catch dinner and return home. “ Maybe it's because you're scaring the fish away with all the talking and paddling your making!” Bucky said with a smirk!

~flashback end~

Looking back, that was her first memory of Bucky. He was older than her. Maybe 12 at the time. He didn't let that stop him from being her friend. He taught her to fish that day! She went home with three small trouts and some catfish. she was stoked to show her mom the progress she'd made! She knew her mother often worried about her. She was alone, but Bucky brought a spark of life and joy into her life, she couldn't quite comprehend.

Years went by like that! She saw Bucky almost every week! He taught her everything she knew now!

They hunted together! Fished! Started fires!

They could spend hours around the woods within their own imaginations. She'd pretend that the king of the forest had kidnapped her, and hide! Bucky would use his tracking skills to find her! He was always the knight in shining armor, and they'd be gone for hours within our own world. As she grew older, she knew his interests would one day shift!

They stopped playing like kids, his body began to change, and her body did too. She no longer imagined the trees were magical , and she was a princess! Bucky no longer was the knight to the rescue! The world started to become more real, and her childlike imagination faded! Along with her favorite memories of Bucky.

It was the day of her tenth birthday! Winnifred showed up with a delicious tart, she was so exited when she heard her voice from across the cabin, her little heart nearly burst with excitement as she raced to meet her. Her happiness faced as she noticed Bucky was not with her! He hadn't come!

He had presented an alpha! He had officially grown up and had a different mindset now, he'd have duties and would soon start his own life. His days without responsibilities were over, He had a new life and had to to help take care of a pack now!

She had cried all day that day, her mom could tell she was inconsolable! Once again she was alone! Her only friend was gone, and it was just the two of them once again! She knew Bucky wasn't dead, but as the years went on without him it was like she was dead to him!

They saw Winnifred one a month at least, sometimes Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister was with her. As Rebecca grew she too presented! She was a beautiful beta, it didn't take long for her to find a role and love within the pack.

Two years after Bucky stopped visiting had passed, and she was once again alone! She didn't know much about the people from the village, but Rebecca painted beautiful stories with her words about her friends and the guy she wanted to be mated to.

She used to fall asleep to her stories, and would imagine what they were all like! How Bucky was doing? what if she was there? What did being in love feel like?

Secluded from the world she loved books! They were her escape into any world she could wanna be in. As she grew older hunting became less fun, and more of a necessity! Her mother was growing older and weaker, she could see the strain that household tasks did to her body. She no longer sang when she cooked, the piano she used to play sat in the corner untouched, only collecting small specks of dust. Her life, just seemed monotone to her. Wake up, live, repeat! it was like she gave up living, while still being very alive! Losing a mate would often take a physical toll on the body, as well as an emotional one. She had noticed that when her mom lost her Pa, she lost half of herself along with him! She tried to be strong, but without a bond your body starts to become frail! Winnifred said her mother used to light the whole pack with her smile and kindness! She was so beautiful there wasn't a day she didn't have fresh flowers from prospects at her door, and that was long before she presented a as a beta.

She began to take responsibility for housework, gardening, and making sure there was protein on the table. In our household nothing went to waste! We used furs for shoes and clothing, Winnifred had been kind enough to donate us her old sewing machine once she was able to afford a new one.

Coming home from the lake after a long day of fishing, she tucked her old leather boots near the door. They were a couple of seasons old and needed to be reinforced with a new leather, but they were the best she could do with the nearly approaching winter season. Tossing the bucket full of freshly caught trout on the kitchen sink. She took the scales and bones out before neatly placing the fish on the freezer. It wasn't much, but it was enough to last through the harshest part of winter season. They still had a few months to prepare, but she didn't want to be caught off guard. Hunting big game was next on the list, they'd have enough to get them safely though.

After dinner they sat down near the fire! Her mom reminisced about her friends when she was young, and her father. Specially how much she loved him! You knew he was a good man, but it was no secret he had a temper, and a hard time taking orders. It was because of him you guys were banished! Her mom never wanted to talk about what happened, or how he died! She knew it must've been something bad. Despite everything they were lucky to be allowed within pack territory. Being outside a marked territory was very dangerous, and not many could survive the cruel nomad packs that would kill, steal, and rape any wondering females outside of a protected territory.

That night as she laid in her small bed. She looked to my side to see a hoodie. It was so small now! It used to belong to Bucky. She vividly remembered him giving it to her! One day, it got too dark, too soon! The walk back to the small cabin became straining to her small body. Bucky offered his hoodie to provide an extra layer of warmth. It still smelled like him! He smelled of pine and firewood with hints of fresh morning rain, his scent was comforting! Still to this day she couldn't let go of the thought of him.

Little did she know that would be the last time she saw Bucky!

That flashback brought her comfort, and soon sleep overcame her. Waking up the next morning felt as if she'd hunted an entire season, and hadn’t rested a second. Her hips were screamed for her to stay in bed longer, head spinning, and fluttering stomach, she pushed it all aside! She rose up to get herself some water, the thought of a nice warm tea with some fruits and maybe some nuts already alleviated her body, and caused her to salivate at the thought of relief.

As she walked into the kitchen to see her mothers usually tender eyes, She saw the opposite! Her mothers tender smile and eyes had fallen! Her eyes became filled with tears as she dropped her mug. Ignoring her aching body, she ran to comfort her in a hug! She hadn't seen her mother cry often, but at this very moment she sobbed, and looked at her in disbelief! It wasn’t tears of pride, it was pain that filled her words. She knew it was coming! They had hoped when the day came, she'd present as a beta, just like her mother! Her mother was apologizing with her soft sobs and tears. She had brought an omega into the world, the implications of being an omega without status or protection meant that a bad heat could kill her! Or a wandering cruel alpha could hurt her and claim her if I wasn’t careful.

This changed everything! She was an omega!

Bucky Barnes POV:

Bucky stepped out of his pickup truck. His hair was getting too long to handle, but he hadn’t had the time to get it cut. He had been away from the pack for what felt too long. He missed his mother’s cooking and the mead that Natasha's pub brewed fresh every morning. He couldn’t wait to shower, and become one with his bed.

Steve had entrusted him with a supply run for winter. Blankets, medicine, extra food and anything that could be used to fix an electric grid in case the power went out like the last few times. The village was nowhere near desolate or old, but the decline in births and the battles against other packs had left their village vulnerable.

Steve was his best friend! he had inherited the title of the pack leader from his father. He was caring, and would do anything in his power to keep his pack safe and prevailing! Bucky was only a year older than Steve! Growing up with him was the best childhood he could ever imagine. Steve’s father wasn’t as kind as forgiving as Steve was! Steve would often fall victim to his fathers outburst. His father needed a strong healthy Alpha heir, and Steve was small and often sickly.

His dad often reminded him he would never be a leader, and he probably wouldn’t make it past his fist designation season. When his father died ten years ago, little did he know that in only one summer that boy would tower over the pack at 6’5 and had the strongest and most intimidating glare a leader could have! What made him a leader was he had the heart, he was still that scrawny little kid on the inside, but with a giant heart.

Steve had fallen into his role as an alpha so naturally. He made sure everyone was taken care of! He took care of the widows! He made sure that the sacrifices their husbands made to protect the pack wouldn’t be in vain! He’d deliver wood and food from those supply runs Bucky would often make before every winter season. Steve and him were also 2 of the 4 teachers in the village. Wanda and Sam would take turns with the students as they tended to their own families as well. But Bucky knew that Steve was in a hard position, omegas were becoming rarer and rarer. The few omegas in the pack were already mated long before Steve presented. And the few unmated betas had difficulty getting pregnant. Less than 20 kids had been worn in the last 15 years, and that worried Steve! Their pack was declining in numbers and was soon gonna become vulnerable to invasion.

Bucky was grateful that his role as Steve’s right hand man was less straining than Steve’s. He was more of a warrior than a leader. He patrolled, and defended the pack from intrusions. He was the best hunter the pack had. Steve teased him about never crossing his way when he was on a mood, but he just loved the woods. He liked the calm! It reminded him of a simpler time, a time with her! He often wondered, how she was doing?

After he presented he had to leave behind all those childhood memories, it often hurt him to think of her. She was special, and kind. She must’ve been so hurt when he stopped coming over. When his mom first made him come with her to the outskirts to visit a friend, he had been so angry at his mom for not letting him stay over at Steve’s.

Seeing her near that creek trying to lure fish in by talking to them, he knew he’d never be the same! He assumed the role of a mentor in her life. He's spent years teaching her how to hunt and fish, and the best ways to start a fire, they even competed on who could hunt the biggest game. She was a little less than half his age, but she had a fire to her. They were equal in the woods and you couldn’t tell her otherwise.

Then one night they hunted for too long! Night came, the sky opened up to rain, the temperatures dropped; he could tell she was starting to grow tired. The hair around her face became wet, and her lips were quivering. She smelled different than she usually did, It was delicious and intriguing to him! She smelled of coconut and honey, but with small delicious hints of lavender.

He couldn’t pinpoint why he was able to smell her that night, but after driving home he was met with waves of pain and rage. Like he needed to run away, and stay locked in at the same time! That night he presented as an alpha! He realized the world smelled different now and everyone had a distinct smell. But nothing or no one has yet to ever smell as good as she did that night. He was scared of himself; he was an adult alpha now.

Looking back on the memories of her, he thought she’d probably be a lot older now. She probably wouldn’t even remember him. He was not a 16 year old boy anymore he had the battle scars and beard to prove it.

After delivering the supplies around the village and finishing his patrol, he drove home! His house wasn’t fancy or big, it was enough for him to just lay down, and occasionally read or watch some tv.As he pulled up into his muddy driveway, he saw his mom's car, it wasn’t weird for him that his mom was in his house. She often came around to do some cleaning, and drop off some warm food for him when she knew he’d be back from a long day.

When he entered his home there were two scents, his moms, and a scent he hadn’t smelled in ten years. It was her mom, but what was she doing here in his house with a look of pain on her face? Winnifred motioned him to sit down! Her mother looked older, she’d grown weaker since he last saw her. She also smelled different, but it wasn’t her smell! He could scent her, her smell was mixed with her mother’s, but still ever so lovely and potent. There was something scaring him about your smell though.

As to confirm his suspicions his mom met his confused gaze, and confirmed what he already suspected from that hint of her lingering smell. Bucky could barely breath, he felt like he'd received a punch to his gut.

She’d presented!

She was an omega!

He had to let Steve know! It was his duty to let Steve know of this omega, she could save the pack. She was the first unmated and fertile omega in the pack in the last 25 years. To keep her hidden would be a crime against the pack. Steve needed her, he deserved to have this happiness.

Then why did it hurt Bucky so much to give up this Omega?

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halo-jpeg · 3 years

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hi new bestie! can you please write some stanley or bill x reader fluff :)

Bestie indeed I got you 😚😌✨ So this is a strange amalgamation of stuff from the book and stuff from the movie because I couldn't pick one and uh- I hope it isn't too confusing. If you have any questions at all just leave them as a reply and ill answer in no time at all :) Also, in AUs where Stan doesn't die I like to headcanon him as like,,,, some reincarnation of the Turtle or something. It's totally unrealistic but it's a lot of fun to think he keeps all his memories and is just a little bit omnipotent. Yay.

Stanley Uris x Reader Fluff

You sat bolt upright and uttered a sharp gasp, your eyes blown wide. Goosebumps rippled back and forth along your arms, pricking eerily as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end- you were certain you would be screaming right now if you weren't painfully out of breath, your lungs clamped tightly together as if trapped in the unrelenting jaws of some beast. With your heart thrumming too quick inside of your chest you felt as if you were dying, as if you'd run a thousand miles just like you had seemed to be moments earlier in the midst of your nightmare. The menace, the fear, it played back in your head like some sick home movie, terrifying you to your very core and drawing out something akin to a wail, like the sound of a wounded animal, quiet and choked and desperate.

The space around you was vast, eternal, stretching left and right and up forever yet being lit by a yellowish, alien glow. People were with you, seven people but you didn't know their names. Someone had your hand on one side, someone else on the other and your stomach was roiling with horror. Before you was a demon, something that could only have come from hell and even that seemed to be a stretch. Through the endlessness you could only see eyes, glowing and red and promising death, and muscle rippling under fur-covered spider legs.

Your arms clamped around you in a death grip, your eyes slamming shut and begging for the images to be out out out out out. These images, why the hell did you keep seeing these images? This scene from beyond was forced upon you night after night after restless, sleepless night and you didn't understand why. The reasoning was there, you knew it was, you knew that the cause of these dreams lie somewhere in your brain but you just couldn't grasp onto it and right now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to. You pull your knees to your stomach, tears brimming in your eyes, your hitching breaths becoming desperate sobs and no further helping the hurting in your chest. You wanted to scream, to get up and run towards anyone and anything that would keep you safe but everything was too much, too sudden, too frightening and it your chest hurt and your head was spinning and the images, oh god the memories-

The beast roared, deafening, your hair pressing backwards and blowing wildly in the wake of it. The smell overwhelmed your senses and dug up stray memories of the Canal Days Festival, of petting zoos and goats and pigs and the stench of an animal carcass. You felt as if you were going to throw up but the grip on your either hand grew tighter and you swallowed down the bile. The phrase, Turn Light Into Dark, it washed you with a sense of power that only made your head throb more. Blinding lights spun down, down, closer, and though you knew your eyes were shut you could still see Its true form even though you didn't know what It was.

A hand pressed over your mouth to stop another wail from escaping, louder this time now that you had spare breath in your lungs. Tears spilled over and swam down your cheeks like small rivers guided by a canal cut through stone, the Kenduskeag, Derry- You forced the thoughts of Derry away and swept them under a mental rug. When you thought of Derry you grew afraid that you would find out why you were having these nightmares. You couldn't stand that. You were shaking, oh how you were shaking, tremors rocking you back and forth as if a dog- no, a werewolf had sunk its teeth into your spine and was regarding you as nothing but a chew toy. You needed something, someone, you needed to get this to stop-

These lights, the Deadlights, they doused you back into that cold sea of terror that the still-new power had almost saved you from. Seeing them now, here, descending, physical, you did not think that you could kill them. These candle flames would not be snuffed, you thought, and yet you screamed your throat raw nonetheless. A chorus of voices you felt rather than heard chanted over and over Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark and then the lights were gone, swallowed up by something magical, something that killed monsters if you believed it did until the circle broke as one of you went to lock It up in Its new cage. As the circle broke so did the flowing power and a red glow overtook the alien yellow as the lid was pushed up and away and the sleek scarlet surface of a blood-coloured balloon emerged from the magic prison. You felt your stomach sink, your blood run cold, the power drain from your veins for the briefest moment as your belief waned completely and oh no oh God this was it you thought you would have killed It would have extinguished Its flame but It was eternal It was the Eater of Worlds and it wouldn't-

The door whipped open and you let out a startled cry halfway through a choking sob, not having noticed that you had begun to cry aloud. At once you slapped a hand over your mouth yet again, scrubbing at your cheeks with the heel of your palm and slapping on a shaky little smile that entirely contradicted the wild look in your eyes. Your heart was thrumming again both from the memories and the jump as the door flung open. You had to tell yourself again and again and again that you knew this man, that he was familiar and his name was right there at the tip of your tongue, curly hair and brown doe eyes and a kind, concerned crease in his brows that only deepened at the sight of you- Stanley, it was just Stan and suddenly you felt safe enough to cry. Your arms both going to pull your knees into your chest you let the terror grip you and the sobs rip free from your throat.

"(Y/N) what- what happened? Are you okay?" For a moment Stan hesitated, looking instinctively down at the palm of his hand for a reason you did not know and then he went surging forwards and to your side, gathering you up in his arms. He didn't speak just yet, simply holding you close, quiet, something about him dripping with a sense of calm. Laced underneath that pressing security was the power you had felt ripped from you in your dream, the power you did not know the meaning of but were certain was important, had been important, in some vital way. You cried and cried in Stanley's arms as your group of eight, a lucky number, crazy eights, was split instead into twos and ones.

One with glasses, one with a patch on his cheek, one with hair lit aflame like January Embers, one in love and one who was too smart for his own good and one who would lead them to safety no matter what and no matter when- and then there was him, he who let out this forcefield of strength, the one thought to be the weakest now doused in some strength greater than It, than love, than the Turtle whoever that was and he had your hand in his and you were running and trying to get away. Trials, terror, doors and bathroom stalls and clubhouses and (how do you know this?) little brothers and the macroverse. The Deadlights and blood and broken hearts and fear and pain.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was soft, safe, and his hands rest on either side of your face to guide your eyes to his own. They were dark like melted chocolate, solid, calm, steady and unmoving and nothing like the ruby red ones belonging to It, to the creature you didn't think possible to imagine. You didn't have to answer for Stan to know you would decline. He didn't scold, he didn't chastise- he would never do that. Instead, he leaned forwards and placed a kiss on the space between your eyebrows, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. He did nothing more than hold you, silent, waiting for the fear to run it's course.

Belief grew strong all over again, the Leader fanning the flame of hope and driving forth the metaphorical wooden stake at last. You had felt something like hellfire roar through you, a driving agony that nearly drove you into madness but then it faded to the back of your mind and It was flaking away. There was crying alongside the groaning of the earth, a lurching sound like wood moments from snapping in two. Urgency, warm and throttling, tied each of you eight together and forced you onwards despite the exhaustion tethered like weights to your limbs. A hand in yours, you raced into darkness, leaving behind webs to collapse and bodies to fall and be buried. The gargantuan remainders of what was Its nest would lie dormant in the ground for millennia to follow, undiscovered. Eight of you, one two three four five six seven eight, retraced steps with the help of a dying man and grew closer and closer to light and life and safety. You climbed rough rock, something or someone (Turtle? Other?) lending you all the collective determination to move quick and careful and leave no man behind. The earth sang a song of despair as it clung to itself with all of it's force, urging you forwards, cheering you on, hoping you would all make it out before it could cling on no longer and collapsed atop your sorry heads.

"Focus on your breathing, my dear. You're all right. I have you," Stanley let his hand rest on your hair, stroking, smoothing, calming, "You're going to be alright." For a moment the floodgates in your head flung open and you knew everything but then they slammed shut once more and you were left hopelessly, blissfully clueless. You curled tightly into yourself, coiling like a frightened snake, letting the golden power coming off of Stanley in waves lay over you like soft, light silk. Something about this strength, glowing brighter than the sun in a manner much more pleasant than the Deadlights(?) felt ancient as well as young and fresh. You are certain Stanley has had this aura forever, and yet you have never ever felt it this strongly. It was almost as if you could see him lit from the inside out.

More darkness, sewers, the dead things smell fading slowly yet steadily. You passed places that were achingly familiar and yet felt worlds away, not having even the chance to stop and say farewell (did you say farewell to nightmare places?) since the roof was dropping flakes of grit and the rumbling had grown near a roar. Another well, a rope, heaving and pulling, up up up out of the dark and into the light, the homestretch. The feelings you felt were smothering, a sickening concoction of relief and one last choking bout of terror. It was not over yet. Eight of you, all eight, running through the house on (Nelson? Neibolt.) street towards safety, towards the end, towards-

You had never seen this far before. Your nightmares always cut off abruptly before you could even start to flee. They always cut off right before you defeat It, whatever It was, right before you snuffed Its light from this realm. Now, however, as if coaxed forth or caught on the end of a fishing line, you were seeing the ending, the ending of everything. Stan was still petting your hair, rocking gently back and forth as your trembling began to ease and your crying, ever-slowly, began to subside. The memories were still frightening, coming to you in rapid flashes, reminding you of an old black and white film spinning on a reel.

Towards the door. Floorboards creaked and groaned and split, sinking down, breaking underneath your feet. Glass shattered as walls sank towards collapse, as the dirt began to part, opening into a grave. Somewhere behind you the roof collapsed and spilt old dust-soaked furniture, a coffin, a collection of porcelain clowns down towards their resting place. With one final shriek of snapping wood all eight burst out into the Summer sun and the house gave in behind them. They didn't stop; the cement path was cracking, the weeds being reclaimed by the soil. The Earth opened up at last, providing just enough time- maybe held together by some greater strength- for the eight to reach safety. You all spun, watching, awestruck and horrified and solemn as the Earth opened up it's unrelenting jaws and swallowed whole the home of death that It had claimed as it's own.

Your shaking had stopped. Your sobbing had halted. Your heart had slowed to a regulated beat like that of a drum. Slowly, Stan's grip around you had begun to ease and you wrapped your own arms around him in turn. Your eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut, fluttered open and then fell closed once more, soft, not afraid.

"There you are, baby-love," Stan whispered the words into the top of your head and bumped his nose gently against it, "All better, right? You're going to be okay." With a swell of love that almost made you want to cry once more, you believed it. He was going to keep you safe just as he has done forever. With a concrete certainty you knew that Stanley would fight of Heaven and Hell if it meant saving you. With a concrete certainty you knew that, at some point, he basically had. You shift, slow, leaning away from him to gaze into those dark caramel eyes yet again. That's where the power came from, you were certain; from those eyes of his. They were so calm, so collected, so firm and confident and adoring. They shone with nothing but utter love.

"Stan..." Your voice was weak and shaky but Stan nodded his head, patient, waiting for you to find your words again, "Do... do you ever get nightmares?" At this, Stan cracked a radiant smile that was brighter than starshine and glowed in a way entirely different from the burning of the Deadlights. This smile was otherworldly, like the beams of the sun in the form of man. He nodded.

"Of course, dear," he hummed, and let his head fall forwards, forehead against your own, "We're only human." The last sob shook your body, and then you grew still as Stanley bumped his nose gently against yours. Your goosebumps sank away. The tightness of your lungs eased. A honey-toned warmth seeped from a newfound crack in your memory floodgates, letting through scraps of your childhood you had long since forgotten. The Summer of '88 had been pushed from your brain; as far as you had been concerned it had never even happened, it had just been Spring and then Autumn but now, with the door cracked open just a sliver, the memories spilled through and they were brilliant. You remembered the Barrens, playing guns and tag and Parcheesi and jungle hunters, winding through bamboo and splashing in the river and building a dam and an underground clubhouse. You remembered buying ice cream and movie tickets and picking through the dump with the seven greatest friends you had ever known. You remembered Stan the first time you'd seen him, haloed by the setting sun as you fell upon him and his friends on the cliff above the quarry. You remember Beverly's kind smile, Bill's welcoming eyes, Mike's handshake, Ben's timid wave. You remembered Richie's ill-timed joke and the way Eddie had so lovingly punched him so hard in the shoulder he had almost tumbled right off the rock he was seated on. You remember feel- hearing a click like pieces of a puzzle slotting together and you remember thinking these are my people.

Underneath these warm memories were dark ones begging to push through, to smother the good things, but for some odd reason you could imagine Stan fending them off, keeping them at bay for your sake. You can imagine him keeping the door held shut enough that the big ugly thoughts about hurt and fear on the other side of the gates. And you were grateful.

"You know," Stan said, and placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb skimming lightly over your cheekbone, "Those things in your nightmares can't hurt you. Monsters can always be killed," And, as if he had spoken directly to your brain, you feel-heard him saying if you believe they can. You met his sunbeam smile with your own, smaller but just as listlessly beautiful. Yet again you felt the aura around him, around your man, your husband, the only person you ever needed in your life.

"I know," You replied, and kissed him soft, "and I believe they can so long as you’re here with me.”

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Okay i actually,,,,, adore this I think? Stan doesn’t get enough love and I would die for him. So, just to kind of explain this in case I failed to do that through the text itself, Stan was gifted a few nifty little powers by either The Turtle or The Other depending on what makes more sense to you. He can (with a little struggling- that’s why the ‘floodgates’ opened and shut suddenly before finally only letting the good stuff through) staunch and release the memories of It and Derry in all of his friends heads, meaning he can choose what they do and don’t remember. He can also, just a little bit, project his thoughts onto other people. I’m not exactly sure why I went with this idea but I thought it was nice and fun and after playing a lovely It based game called ‘Use You Outside Voice Richie Tozier’ I fell in love with God-Stan. Thanks for reading :)

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atths--twice · 3 years

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Quiet, Soft

Needing a break from living life on the run in motel rooms, Mulder and Scully venture out to a different living environment.

A few weeks ago, I was driving home and decided to listen to a 90s playlist on Amazon and heard the song in this story. I was instantly back to nights of parties and having fun with friends. When being in my twenties was the best and life was easier.

THEN, it made me think of MSR, out in the world enjoying places from my own memories.

Hope you enjoy.

August 2003

The air around them was warm, stars filling the sky. There was word of a meteor shower happening later and they were sitting out waiting for it. Well, he was anyway. He was not sure Scully was even thinking about it anymore. Currently, she was swaying to the music echoing from across the river.

Two weeks ago they had been leaving a motel room, after an exceptionally long stay, and she had sighed as they put their bags into the car. Looking at her, she had shaken her head and sighed again.

"What is it?" he had asked.

"I don't know," she had answered. "I feel like we were here for too long or something. It’s a small town and thankfully people left us alone, but something feels… off. I know I wasn't always overly excited about our past trips to the forest, but I feel the time in the motel here has left me wishing for some fresh air." She shrugged and he nodded in understanding.

"Well, we do have the tent with us. We could head to the forest if that’s what you want." He had raised his eyebrows and smiled, knowing that was not exactly what she had been implying.

"I wouldn't go that far," she had said with a laugh, as they got into the car and shut the doors. "Something different would be nice, though I’ll never admit that I want to camp out in the woods." She had smiled at him and he nodded, his mind already thinking of what they could do.

After some discussion, they rented a cabin cruiser boat from a jovial, red cheeked man on a large river, despite Mulder’s tendency toward seasickness. They had stayed both on the boat and also camped out in their tent on little sandbars or grassy picnic areas with public bathrooms and showers.

About halfway down the river, there was a small dock. A path led up to a small convenience store where Scully stocked up on supplies, bringing them back to the boat with a happy smile.

Food and other necessities procured, they had driven around the river, the wind blowing through their hair as Scully laughed happily, her arm around his waist. Other times they had floated lazily, the boat rocking as Scully lay on the bow of the boat on a towel in a bikini, the sun warming her skin, as he had walked over to join her on silent bare feet with a bottle of sunscreen in his hand.

They made love in the early morning, the sun just beginning to brighten the sky, or late at night, the stars above them twinkling down through the mesh of the tent.

They went skinny dipping, day or night, shivering in the chilly water, laughing as they dunked under and swam around.

Simple meals had been cooked over a campfire or in the small kitchen of the boat, touching and smiling as they worked together.

Sitting on the boat at night, with her between his legs and leaning back against his chest, as her fingers ran gently up and down his thighs, they had listened to others who were camping around the river, music and laughter sounding in the still air.

Needless to say, she had the fresh air she had been seeking.

Tonight, there were people on the other side of the river having a party around a large fire, their music playing loudly. If they had not been there, Mulder was certain that he and Scully could have been the last two people on earth, and that would have been just fine with him.

"Mmm…” Scully hummed as she swayed, her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face, and he smiled as he watched her.

They were drinking tonight, not something they usually did, but when she had suggested margaritas by the fire, he’d had no argument. Margaritas had then turned into drinking tequila straight from the bottle, her cheeks becoming more flushed with every sip. But she was happy and he loved seeing her that way.

"Mulder, come dance with me," she sighed and he poked at the fire before getting up and coming to stand beside her. She smiled at him, her eyes half closed and head tilting back. He took the bottle of tequila from her and capped it, tossing it onto the sand.

Smiling at her, he reached out and grabbed handfuls of the new sun dress she had bought before they came onto the boat, and pulled her close. It was an interesting dress that simply wrapped around her and tied in specific spots. A wrap dress, she had called it.

“Or an unwrapped one,” he had said, tugging at the tie and kissing her neck, her laughter in his ear as his hand had slid into the dress. Finding her wearing nothing underneath, his kiss had become a nip as he growled and she shivered.

It had quickly become one of his favorite clothing items she owned.

“Hmm,” she hummed, leaning heavily against him, and he smiled.

They were not exactly dancing, but standing in the sand holding one another. She smelled of tequila, sunscreen, and sunshine; having spent the day swimming and lying lazily in the sun.

"So have you had all the fresh air you were craving?" he asked and she hummed again in response. He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair as a yell went up across the take and he glanced in that direction.

"What do you suppose they’re doing over there? Excited for the meaty shower?"

"Do you mean meteor shower?" he asked with a soft laugh and he felt her shrug. “Are you excited, tequila drinker?"

"I've seen many me-teor showers, Mulder,” she slurred, her hands locking around his waist, her thumbs stroking his back. "But, I know you like them, so..."

"Yes, how odd of me to enjoy something as romantic as gazing up at the stars,” he said dryly as he rolled his eyes and she laughed. Tipping her head back, she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"I like that you're a romantic person," she said softly. "Have I ever told you that before, Mulder?" He smiled, stroking her cheek, and brushing her hair back.

"I don't know if you've ever said as such, but l know you do."

"Good, because I really do. I always have you know." Her eyes closed and he smiled, stroking her cheek again.

"What was it that you liked most about my romantic side, Miss Scully?" he asked teasingly, but knowing her answer would be more forthcoming, the alcohol in her bloodstream loosening her tongue.

"Most? Hmm...” She licked her lips and ran her teeth slowly across the bottom one. He swallowed as he watched her, wanting to taste her lips. She smiled and opened her eyes, the moonlight shining in them. "You’re a quiet romantic, Mulder. I think that's what I’ve always liked most. It's not something… overstated or really known unless someone was paying attention."

"And you were of course.”

"Damn straight I was," she replied, her nails pressing into his back. “I always pay attention.” She stumbled slightly and he chuckled as he held her tighter.

“Mmhmm,” he murmured and she stared at him, her eyes having a hard time focusing.

“Do you… doubt me?” she slurred again and he shook his head.

“I would never,” he whispered with a shake of his head, a smile on his lips.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

“Oh… Mulder…” she said, her eyes widening as she pulled away from him unsteadily, before she closed them and began to sway and hum, the people across the way cheering and singing along loudly to the song now playing.

Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

“I really like this song. Hmm…” She raised her arms over her head as she danced, and he grinned as he watched her, the people still cheering and chanting hey, hey, hey as the song began past the chorus, Scully humming and singing along.

I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him and listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

Loud singing continued, Scully joining in a quieter tone, and he shook his head, closing his eyes as he smiled, listening and swaying slightly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time) Singing my life with his words (two times, two times) Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

Her hands on his chest caused his eyes to fly open. Staring down into her eyes, she sang quietly, the words slightly slurred, her body pressed close to his own, his hands falling to her hips.

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on

From across the river, the singing grew louder, men and women joining in and Scully stepped away from him, her eyes closed and arms over her head again, singing along loudly in their direction.

Woah Woah-oah-ah-ah-ah uh, uh La-la-la, la, la, la Woah, la Woah, la La-ah-ah-ah-ah

It seemed everyone was now singing and he smiled as he nodded along, not knowing all the words, but enjoying the beat, and the sway of Scully’s hips.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing my life) Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

She hummed as the words died down and the people laughed and the occasional chorus continued to ring out before the next song began to play.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers,” she sang softly as she turned around and stepped over to him. He pulled her close as she stumbled slightly, her feet touching his in the sand and her arms wrapping loosely around him. “Killing me softly with his song… hmm.”

He smiled as they stood, only slightly moving, the warm air blowing. Moving his head down, he kissed just below her ear as he breathed in deeply. Better than any alcohol he would ever drink, her scent intoxicated him, leaving him with a hangover from which he never wanted to recover.

“I think I should sit down,” she whispered and he laughed, kissing her neck again as she leaned further into him.

Walking to the large quilt spread out before the fire, he helped her down and then sat beside her as she laid on her back.

“The earth is spinning,” she mumbled.

“Every second of every day,” he retorted as he looked at her, a slight smile on her lips as she closed her eyes.

“Even more so right now, for me anyway. I don’t know if I’ll make it for the meteor shower.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is it?” she asked, reaching for his hand, her eyes opening with only a slight struggle. Appearing sober for a moment, he saw sadness within them and he wanted her to remain happy, the thoughts that haunted her lingering and causing pain.

“Of course I’m sure,” he said with a smile, taking her hand and kissing her fingers. “There are many meteor showers every year. You can catch the next one.”

He laid down beside her and she turned onto her side, releasing his hand and snuggling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, looking up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly.

“Your understanding. Your touch. Your eyes on me. The way you lean in and it becomes only the two of us, even if there are hundreds of others around. How you care for others, for children especially. It’s quiet, soft…” She fell silent and he was sure she had fallen asleep, her breathing deep and even. He smiled, kissing the top of her head as his fingers massaged it softly, and he looked back at the sky.

“It’s quiet and soft,” she repeated in a whisper, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re a good looking man, anyone can see that, but that’s not what attracts them to you.”

“No? You don’t find me attractive?” he teased and she breathed out a laugh.

“Fuck yes I do.” He laughed and she shifted, finding a more comfortable position. “But it’s not the physical, not completely. It’s you, your intensity and caring. It’s so damn attractive and sexy.” He laughed again as she ran her hand slowly up and down his chest with a low hum.

A flash flew across the sky and he tapped her head, tugging her hair a little to raise her head back and look up.

“It’s starting, Scully. Look.”

She shifted again and they watched the sky flashing with meteors passing quickly, some brighter and longer than others. Once again he stroked her hair, her breathing deep, her fingers nearly still.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers,” she sang in a whisper and he smiled.

“One time, one time,” he sang back, and she exhaled a chuckle.

“Killing me softly with his song…” she whispered, shifting again and kissing his neck, breathing out her love for him before she fell asleep, her fingers gripping his shirt.

The party across the way continued, seemingly unaware of the wonder of nature happening above them.

He stayed awake as long as he could, but the warmth of the fire, the woman beside him, and the summer evening, soon pulled him to sleep.

He dreamed of her. She was dancing in the sand, her hands beckoning to him, a beautiful smile on her face as music echoed all around them.

Strumming my pain with his fingers…

#The X-Files #XF Fanfic #Post The Truth #On the Run #Drinking and Dancing #Camping #Boating #Meteor Shower #Cuddling and Snuggling #Happy and Content #Love

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capt-spooki3 · 3 years

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By The Witch's Grace

Route Unlocked: Phil

Chapter Four: First Lesson

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

Click here for story description

Warnings: cursing, fainting

4.4k words

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Y/n stepped down the stairs on the porch, they decided on going to go find Phil because they were eager to ask him all about magic. As they walked down the last step, Wilbur hopped up with the guitar in hand and a big smile when he saw them.

“Hey! Uh Y/n, good morning, I was going to ask if you could help teach me guitar?” He held the instrument up in his hands, gently like he was afraid to break it. “You seem like you’d be a good teacher.”

“Oh, yeah, I can teach you sometime. I’m going to go find where Phil went off to, but there are music books on the shelf if you want to get started!” They smiled at him, his face falling a little and shoulders lowering before a small smile returned and he stood, looking a little too tense.

“Of course! Of course… have fun Y/n.”

They waved to him as they walked away, feeling a little guilty to leave him like that, but brushed it off as they approached the tree line and heard soft humming from within the trees.

“Why in the world does he have to be all the way in the woods- hey, Phil?” They stopped before the grass was taller and waited to see if they would get a response, but they got nothing. Right as they stepped forward to walk into the taller brush, a flicker of blue light illuminated from farther in the trees. “Using magic instead of words… of course.” They couldn’t help but smile and scoffed but continued forward into the forest.

A few paces in and they spotted him sitting in a clearing they were sure wasn’t there before, just watching a floating blue light right above the palm of his hand. There was a thin line of blue light that shone dimly around the area of the clearing. He almost seemed to be actively ignoring their presence until they took a step into the circle and he turned to them just before they tripped on seemingly nothing. Losing all sense of balance in an instant, they fell forward flat on the ground. They slowly opened their eyes up, groaning softly, but quickly realizing they weren’t in the forest anymore. The circle he had been sitting in had turned into a pasture on a small hill that overlooked an overgrown piece of land and instead of being morning, it was night now. Crickets sang softly and lightning bugs glittered the area and even the air smelt of dew and coldness of the night.

“What the hell…” They got to their feet slowly, looking around in awe while Phil watched in silence. They walked forward but stopped at the softly glowing, blue circle that seemed to be the same area of the clearing they saw before stepping in. “What is this… Phil?” Turning to him, they watched his hand enclose around the blue light he was holding, and it burst into little blue embers before disappearing before he stood up to join them at the edge of the circle.

“Peaceful isn’t it?” He spoke softly so as not to disturb the quietness around them both. “It’s magic in case you couldn’t tell, I’m surprised you couldn’t feel it before you stepped in.” He said with a little laugh, quietly surveying the area with a smile.

“What do you mean?

“Hm?”

They gestured aimlessly with their hands.”What you just said- the.. ‘couldn’t feel it’ bit. What does that mean?”

“Oh! Right, my bad mate” He laughed at himself, taking a moment to sit down again though beside them this time before he explained. “Let’s see, how can I explain this in a way that would make sense… so magic has a feeling when your soul is in tune to it, you’ll have a sixth sense in a way once you work on being able to feel it. When you get close to a magical area or even a person that uses magic, your soul will react.” Y/n looked at him like he was crazy when he said that but his smile just grew wider. “It feels warm like you’re standing near a fire on a cool summer night. I’m sure you’ll get a hang of the feeling quickly though so don’t worry. You know what! Let’s start on that now.”

He turned himself to face them and crossed his legs, patting the area in front of himself as he looked up at them to urge them to sit. They took another look out at the millions of fireflies that simply mesmerized them before sitting in front of him with their legs crossed as well. He reached over and took both of their hands in his and held them gently. Y/n just watched, confused but incredibly interested. They didn’t say a word and just watched him.

Phil closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and blowing it out. Slowly, his hands began to emit a gentle yellow that glowed the brightest in his veins nearest to his hands. The color started to crawl onto their hands around where he held onto them like it was a tiny fire spreading from his hands onto theirs. As his light grew slightly brighter, they felt a comforting warmth begin to bloom in their chest. Just like Phil described, it was like a fire was surrounding their chest but it didn’t burn it just protected and warmed.

“Do you feel it yet?” He opened one eye at them while they stared back, eyes wide and gleaming from the dim magic.

“You feel this all the time?”

“Not all the time, just sometimes. Like when we first met you, you were very warm, I could sense the magic from your home before you even opened the door. I swore you’d be able to feel my magic too, but I guess it makes more sense now that you couldn’t.” He slowly let their hands go, the glow falling away from their hands as well as his shortly after. “Is the warmth gone yet?”

They put a hand on their chest, watching it while they focused on their chest for the feeling, but it was long gone. It saddened them a little, but they looked back up to Phil and nodded. “Yeah, it went away as soon as you let go. How did you do that? What did you do?”

“I condensed a lot of magic into my hands and boosted your aura with it. That’s the little thing surrounding your soul that lets you sense that magic, we’ll have to train yours if you want to sense magic on your own. Though…” He trailed off, holding their gaze a moment before he looked over at the star-littered sky. “That may take a while. As much as I want to encourage you to have time to spend with my sons and bond with them, this is an important part of learning. I’d have to ask you to spend most of your days with me until we’ve mastered this.”

“That’s fine!” They replied immediately, startling him as they leaned forward in excitement. “I want to learn! I’ll gladly give you all my time, I want to learn as much as I can. Like… like how to do this.” They said, gesturing to the projected area around them. “And… I don’t know, how to turn people into pigs or something.”

Phil burst out laughing which carried over to Y/n, making them giggle along with him. “Who are you? Circe?” He joked but they just ended up looking at him with confusion. “She’s a goddess who is well known for turning men to swine. Though… in all honesty, you do kind of remind me of her now that I’ve connected the dots. At least from what I have read of her.”

He left the topic on that note, not giving any indication of explaining his thoughts either. He taught them, quietly, in ways to feel natural magic. He explained to them the ways this earth held its own magic and if you were in tune with your soul, you could feel it in strong magical areas. There was even a promise to show them what he meant once they could feel his magic without aid.

Time passed while they sat together within the realm he made. It could have been hours and Y/n could have never been able to tell as the moment they were living in under the moonlight never seemed to end. The peace was everlasting and they couldn’t complain, this was the first time they have felt so at peace and safe with another person in years. Phil was patient with them in their confusion with this magic he was clearly well versed in, he calmly eased their mind when they grew frustrated and offered a new way to try and learn their soul.

When they finally began to feel dim warmth in their chest again, he seemed much more excited over it than they were even when he was just teaching them. He questioned them on how it felt and if they could enhance the feeling along with other questions that made no sense to them as he used words that held no meaning in their mind.

“You made a lot of progress today, I’m proud of you. I think you need a well-deserved break though, we’ve been at this for quite a while.” He said to them while getting up slowly to stretch his legs and even his wings as he unfurled them, stretching them out for a moment before pulling them in to offer Y/n his hand to help them up.

They took his hand, standing up slowly as their legs ache from sitting in the same position for so long. “It feels like we’ve been here for hours.” They complained, looking up at him. “ How long… have we been in here?”

“I’d say it’s been all day.”

“Wha- hold on, all day!? Oh no, I told Wilbur I’d teach him guitar!" Y/n ripped their hand away from Phil’s when they ran to run out of the magic domain and apologize to Wilbur. They had no intention of stopping until Phil yelled out in a panic.

“No, wait- Circe!” It was too late by the time they heard him as they were already halfway out of the illusion, but as soon as they felt the chilled air on the other side, their vision darkened. The last thing they could feel was their fall being stopped by hands grabbing their arms and holding them most steadily by the waist. It didn’t seem to take too long for them to regain consciousness as their eyes settled on the treetops around them, hardly outlined against the night sky.

“Hey there, are you with me?” They turned their vision to beside them, being met with Phil’s face. He smiled at them despite the worry that was prevalent in his expression. The pounding in their head hit shortly after, holding their forehead with one hand as they groaned softly as they were pushed up into a sitting position though Phil kept his arm on their shoulders for support.

“What just happened?” Y/n mumbled out, tears were starting to prick their eyes from the pain. Phil ran a hand over their head to smooth out their hair, tending to them in a caring manner. “I assume… I shouldn’t have tried to leave that fast huh.” The realization had come slowly and he laughed softly at them, now holding their gaze.

“It was a bit too strong for you, that would be my fault. I should have warned you much earlier about that, the drastic change in magic around all around you to nothing but small traces of natural magic is enough to take anyone down especially after being surrounded by it for so long like we were.” He got his feet under him and stood up but kept a slight lean as he held both hands out to help them up. It took quite the effort to pull them up since their body still felt weak and their legs were jello, but they were standing at least with the help of holding onto Phil for dear life. “Wanna head back to the house? I’m sure Will has already started cooking and we can get you some medicine.”

They sighed, dropping their head onto his chest. “Yeah… that’s fine. I need a minute though.” Each time they moved so they could adjust their position, their legs nearly gave out so they didn’t want to risk collapsing on the way.

“Do you need me to carry you?” He offered, leaning his head to the side to see their face but they just laughed.

“No, no I’m fine.”

A couple of moments passed by and he started to push them off of him but consoled them quickly when they started to panic. “You’re fine, just let me pick you up okay?” He waited until they nodded that it was okay and slowly scooped them up into his arms since it was the easiest way to carry them other than on his back as his wings made that a bit difficult. They kept an arm around his neck to feel more secure and leaned into him a little, head resting on their arm over his shoulder. He didn’t prompt them to talk since they were visibly tired so that gave them time to just think while he made his way through the brush and trees.

They hummed softly before muttering. “Phil?”

“Yeah mate?”

“Why did you call me Circe?”

“Oh, yeah I guess I did huh?” He chuckled at his carelessness and glanced down at them though they only matched his gaze last second before he looked away to watch where he was going. “I’m sorry about that, I’ve been thinking about you and your resemblance to her since I mentioned it. I guess it fits you better than expected so I felt compelled to call you it.” He trailed off, the silence being filled with the crunching of sticks and leaves still on the ground from autumn that hasn’t had time to decompose since that year’s winter had come on too fast. They had begun to space out but snapped back when hearing him whisper to them. “I won’t make the mistake again, don’t worry.”

“Actually… it’s okay.” They moved their head a bit to watch the scenery pass as Phil walked, finally getting past the treeline “It’s endearing.”

Phil looked down at them and laughed softly. “You like it?” They nodded their head, not being able to help a smile. “Hm… I might just continue to use it then how’s that sound-” Right as he finished his sentence they both were startled by the door of the house being slammed open. They looked toward the sound to see Technoblade standing there with a hand on the wide-open door, looking slightly disheveled and worried.

“Phil! There you are!” Techno ran down the stairs and to the two, grasping Phil’s shoulders and checking him over feverishly while Phil watched amusingly. He looked Y/n over once he was sure Phil was okay. “I didn’t know where you two were, I was worried and- why do you both reek of magic? Did something happen? Are you okay? Why are you carryi-”

Phil cut him off “Hey hey, mate we’re fine! We are both okay, calm down.” He tenses up his wings and gives them a little shake before relaxing them again. “I was just teaching them and they left my realm illusion a little too fast and they aren’t used to strong magic changes like that.” He adjusted them in his arms and glanced at them. “They are just a little weak. If you want to help though, can you carry them into their room for me? I might be strong enough to carry them, but not for a long time.”

Techno took Y/n from Phil quickly and without a word, letting them get comfortable in his arms like they were with Phil. He waited to head toward the house until Phil started walking and made sure to keep to his side, he was acting just like a dog who hasn’t seen his owner for a little too long. He asked little questions on what the two were practicing and listening intently to Phil as he explained, though Y/n had to close their eyes at this point as a wave of drowsiness washed over them as they listened to the two talking. The deep rumble in Techno’s chest every time he spoke was oddly comforting, almost equivalent to that of a cat purring.

It seemed they dozed off because they were being gently laid on their bed the next thing they knew. The pillows had already been propped up so they could sit up easier. They sat back and looked at Techno once he had set them down. He gave them a light smile, patting them on the head to mess their hair up a little.

“Phil’s gonna be back soon, he’s getting you something to eat.” He said before turning away to talk out the door.

“Uh- Technoblade? Could you tell Wilbur to come here for me?” They sat up straight, waiting for a reply as he looked back at them. With a little laugh, he gave them a thumbs up and left the room with a small wave to them.

A few moments passed by while they waited, in that time Poppy raced into their room to offer nuzzles and lay on them to make everything better. They had become so focused on the cat and giving her attention that they didn’t notice Wilbur in the doorway until he knocked. Looking up at him in surprise, he waved with a smile and slowly walked over to their side with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey, I heard from dad what happened. How are you feeling?”

“Tired?” They laughed, watching as he sat on the side of the bed while they spoke. “I’m doing okay, I’m sure I’ll be fine by morning. Speaking of, Will I’m so sorry. I meant to come and help you learn guitar today but Phil kept me so busy that by the time he said to stop, it was night.” They leaned forward to emphasize their seriousness. “Tomorrow, bright and early, We’ll go down in the basement and I’ll help teach you okay?”

“Only if you’re feeling up to it alright?” He reached over, petting Poppy and making the cat lean into his hand and roll over to get more pets. “I don’t think anyone here wants you overdoing it.”

“I will and I promise, we can spend the whole day if you want.” They told him, glancing up when they noticed movement by the doorway again and seeing Phil with a bowl and a piece of bread.

He walked over and set it on the night table which was on the opposite side of the bed that Wilbur was on. “All day?” He asked, looking at Y/n who turned to him.

“Is that alright?”

“Hm..” Phil put his hands on his hips, dramatically taking his time to think. “I guess so, you probably want to have a day to recover from this huh.” With a small laugh, he rubbed their back lightly before heading out of the room. “Eat up and both of you sleep soon, it’s late.”

“Goodnight Phil!”

“Goodnight!” Wilbur echoed, watching him go before he looked back to Y/n. He looked like he had something he wanted to say but took a deep breath and smiled at them, getting up off the bed. “Hey you better enjoy the soup, I made it. And if I do say so myself, I did a great job on it.” They giggled a bit at him and he sighed with a little shake of his head. “You’re a really great person… I’m glad we met you. Ahem! Good night dearest Y/n and I’ll reconvene with you in the morning!” Making a show of bowing to them and standing up tall with his hands behind his back, he saluted before sharply turning and walking out the door.

They called after him with a laugh. “Sleep well, Wilbur!” Watching him go, they smiled to themself and with a few pets for Poppy they focused on eating so they could sleep and be ready for the day tomorrow.

“Now Y/n remember, I’m sure you won’t be using any magic but be wary alright?” Phil stood in front of them, holding intense eye contact before looking down at the eye of ender around their neck. He brought a hand up to hold it and examine it while they watched him. “I’ve been worried about this and I don’t know exactly how it’s going to affect you once we start playing with magic more. I could feel it sapping my magic from me yesterday…” He shook his head and let go of it, holding their arms. “Just… come to me if you feel off, okay? I’ll be right in my room with Techno.”

He sent them off with that, heading to his room where they assumed Techno was waiting for him. Wilbur was outside with Tommy since he demanded Wilbur come to see the sheep he has made friends with since everyone but him had seen. Y/n had Tommy tag along that morning when they went to feed the animals and he excitedly showed them how close he had gotten with some of the sheep and even a couple of the chickens. It warmed their heart to know he had something to fill the childish part of him that he wasn’t able to express when training to be in the guard.

They headed down into the basement to wait for Wilbur and decided to catch up on some reading. All of the talk of magic with Phil brought back their interest in it big time. They searched through the shelves, trying to find one that seemed like it had a lot of useful information that could help when Phil was teaching them. Standing against the bookshelf, they flipped through a book, stopping to read a page or two every once in a while until the front door closed and there were hurried steps down the stairs.

“Sorry for being so late, Tommy was telling me the names of all the sheep he named- I hope you didn’t already have names for them because he is all about this one being named Karen,” Wilbur said with a laugh as he got down the basement and looked up at Y/n who had the book in their hand, watching him. “Heh, uh hope I didn’t disturb your reading.”

They snickered, closing the book with a thump and sliding it back into its place on the shelf. “Oh, not at all.” Walking up behind one of the two plush chairs they had, crossed their arms on the back and looked up at Wilbur. “So, what all did you learn yesterday?”

“Oh! Well uh…” He grabbed the guitar up from beside the bookshelves opposite of Y/n where they kept the music books and sat over on the bottom step of the stairs. It took him a few moments of remembering out how to hold the instrument again, but once he had that down he strummed a few chords out of place before playing the standard ‘hot cross buns’ and after getting praise from Y/n he played ‘mary had a little lamb’ and ‘good king wenceslas’ which was a favorite of Y/n’s when it came to easier tunes to play.

“How did I do? That’s all I got to teach myself yesterday.”

Y/n walked over to him and knelt down where they adjusted how he held his fingers on the strings. “It’s easier to play and better on your hands this way. I think you did really well, better than I was and I learned just by listening to someone play and watching how they did it.”

He perked up at that, seeming to forget they knew how to play despite wanting them to teach him so desperately. “Do you want to play something? I’d love to see you play.” He offered the guitar to them to which they looked at it, seeming hesitant.

“Oh I don’t know, at this point, I think you’re better than me. It’s been a long time since I’ve played.” They touched the wood of the guitar, thinking back on when they last played. “I stopped making time for it when the hunters got bad. I guess I just fell out of it after that.”

“Well… maybe you can try again?” He met their eyes and pushed the guitar towards them again. “I know you’re learning new magic things, so maybe you can do something cool with that.” They took a moment to think about what he said and looked back at the instrument. Finally, they reached to take it from his hands and he seemed eager to give it up, pushing it onto them as soon as they had it.

They couldn’t help but laugh and sat back on the ground and crossed their legs as they situated the guitar, strumming a few chords and getting comfortable with the feel of it again. “Hm.. let’s see what I can remember here.” They strummed a few chords until something finally came to them. “Oh! I’ve got one, okay… I’m not sure how good this will be but…”

Humming softly as they started, they bounced their foot a little to keep time. They had to restart once with a small grumble but seemed to get the hang of it better with the second start. “Alright, so I think it goes a little bit like… I can feel it on my tongue. Brick and mortar, as thick as scripture. Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders, as tall as towers. I babble on until my voice is gone.” They sang, getting a feel for the music more as they went through as soon as they were singing the next verses they felt eyes on them. Other than Wilbur’s of course. They glanced up past him to see Phil, leaning against the doorway on the top floor of the house just listening. When realizing they were looking at him, he just smiled and waved a little before giving a gesture to tell them to continue playing. They smiled a little and gave a glance back at Wilbur then to their hands as they focused on playing.

“‘Cause like constellations a million years away, every good intention…”

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 11

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Each day that you spend with the boys, you learn a lot more about them and slowly find yourself falling for each of their charms, no matter how different they are from you.

“I’m bored.” Jungkook groaned, rolling over Jin’s back.

“Yah! Get off me!” Jin exclaimed with a frown and lifted his back to push the youngest off him. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as humans, Jungkook would always find a way to disturb Jin.

“Jungkook, we’re all trying to study here. Exams are coming up soon.” Namjoon lectured. Jungkook pouted, scrunching his nose at the leader before he scooted up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your back.

“Stop it. You’re not a pup anymore.” Taehyung pulled the end Jungkook’s hoodie in an attempt to separate him from you.

“I-It’s okay.” Your cheeks heated up slightly at Jungkook’s close contact with yours.

“See? My mate likes it when I do this.” Jungkook sang in a teasing way, making you choke. The others all sent him disapproving looks. This was how it was, the boys would come to your cabin study with you or you would go to their’s.

“I can’t get this...” You frowned slightly.

“Come here, let me see. I’ll check your workings.” Namjoon leaned in and you showed him your book. Your answers for the math questions just couldn’t match the answer sheet and it was really annoying you. You knew Namjoon was smart. He had a high IQ and always scored full marks for all his tests. Namjoon scanned through all your workings.

“There’s an error in your method. Do it this way.” He wrote it out for you.

“I see.” You put the numbers in and he watched over you, guiding you when you got stuck or confused.

“You’re a genius!” Grabbing his face, you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. But of course, as usual, you realised what you did and pulled away in embarrassment. Namjoon just blinked in shock while the others stared.

“I’m a genius too. Do I get a kiss?” Jimin smiled up at you.

“Uh... I need to go...” You lied and tried to stand up but forgot that Jungkook’s arms were around your waist. The boys knew for a fact that you were working lesser shifts at the cafe because of your exams.

“Come on, you can’t be showing favouritism this early in our relationship.” Hoseok teased and you blushed.

“R-Relationship? You guys didn’t even ask me out properly!” You blurted in an attempt to defend yourself but you were soon caged between Taehyung and Jungkook. They were staring at you with such a different look and Taehyung held his cheek out to you.

“You’re already our mate. It’s fated.” Yoongi snorted, crossing his arms. He was secretly hoping for a little peck from you later too.

“Do I have too?” You squeaked.

“Unless you’re saying you like Namjoon hyung more than all of us.” Jimin pouted and you sighed, giving Taehyung a kiss, followed by Jimin and Jungkook then Hoseok.

“Come on, you two.” You held your arms out. Jin smiled and decided to give you a peck instead while Yoongi kissed your temple. But even after he pulled away, he kept his arm around you. The younger ones have been hogging you that he wanted to have you close to him now. They pouted when they saw that Yoongi wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

“Actually, (y/n). We have something to ask you.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head.

“You’re curious about all our necklaces. They all represent us and each have their own colour. Only those in the royal bloodline have it.” Jin explained and everyone pulled their necklaces out.

“They’re pretty.” You held Yoongi’s black charm in your hand.

“Well, you have one too.” Yoongi whispered and you stopped. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke.

“You’re joking.”

“No, you really have one. We have been keeping yours, waiting for the time that you came into our lives. When you found out about us and everything, we were going to give it to you. ” Namjoon took out a white, rectangular box.

“Open it.” Hoseok encouraged. You received it with two hands, being extra careful not to drop it or anything.

“It’s... beautiful. It’s really mine?” You stared at the iridescent white crystal charm hanging from the black loop and looked up at them.

“Yes, it’s really yours. It’s a sign that you’re the mate of the royal princes.” Taehyung leaned back on his hands. Yoongi, being the closest, took the necklace out and you lifted your hair for him to put it around your neck, clasping it safely. You looked down at the charm.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at them.

With that, you all continued studying. Jungkook constantly got up to go and get more snacks and drinks, not wanting to study anymore.

“I’m going to game.” Jungkook kissed your cheek casually and saluted before going upstairs to his room. You blushed while the others shook their heads. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to study or get good grades.

“Can I ask you guys something?” You spoke. They nodded their heads.

“I was researching online, which I know you guys don’t really want me to since there are just a lot of false information there. But I read something about heats and/or ruts. What’s that? Do you guys have it?” You asked. They choked.

“W-Well... We do. The alphas and betas go through ruts. The omegas go through heats.” Namjoon said. All the boys were slightly red.

“Ruts and heats lasts for a week and it’s basically our wolf side having the need to breed.” Jin explained.

“Oh...” Now you were also red, realising what you asked them.

“We were going to talk to you about that when you got more comfortable since we didn’t want to overload you with too much information. It wouldn’t really be safe for you to be around the house when any of us are going through ruts or heats now that we have you as our mate. But don’t be scared or anything, we all react to our heats differently.” Jimin continued.

“I understand. So when are your ruts or heats?”

“In two weeks. We’ll just have to refrain from getting too close to one another in that week of it. It gets a little more intense around the middle of the week with the full moon.” Yoongi informed.

“So on that night, stay away from us.” Taehyung chuckled in a serious and joking way. You nodded your head again, making a mental note.

“When is this going to be over?” Jimin whined. Truthfully, everyone was getting tired of spending their days studying. You just accepted them as mates, you should all be playing and having fun together as mates but the exams just had to suck all the fun out of it.

“Let’s continue then break for dinner.” Hoseok suggested and everyone agreed to that. Jungkook came back down, rubbing his eyes. He laid dow on the couch to wait for dinner.

“Shall we make ramen tonight?” Jungkook lifted his head.

“I don’t mind. Yoongi and Jin are tired. They shouldn’t cook.” You smiled. The two older ones gave you grateful smiles.

“She’s always so understanding.” Yoongi softened.

“I’ll cook!” Jungkook stood up and shuffled into the kitchen to start cooking ramen. Jin decided to go get some pork belly out to pan fry as well to accompany the noodles.

“Sure you don’t want boiled chicken instead of the pork belly, Chim?” You nudged him while chuckling. He shot you such a dirty look, letting out a playful growl. The whole thing with the bland, boiled chicken has become an inside joke between you and Jimin now. You and him constantly teased each other about it.

“But that’s how I knew it was you in my dream. The first thing you told me was no more bland chicken.” You giggled.

“That’s right.” He pulled you back so you leaned against his chest as he hugged you. They all had a higher body temperature than humans that you were not afraid of the cold anymore.

“Dinner!” Jungkook and Jin called. Everyone went to the dining table to help. You set the table with Taehyung and Jimin while the others got drinks and the two who cooked brought the food out. There were 2 pots of ramen at each side of the table and 3 plates of meat.

“Can I get you some?” Jin smiled and you nodded, handing your empty bowl to him. He scooped some ramen in for you.

“Thank you.” You took the bowl back and dug in. When Jungkook tells you he is the ramen master, best believe him because it was good noodles. Jungkook placed a piece of meat into your bowl.

“Eat up.” He smiled and you nodded, putting the piece of meat into your mouth. The boys looked at you fondly. They couldn’t believe you were at their table.

“It feels so right to have her here.” Hoseok gushed.

“She fits right in.” Taehyung smiled.

“Hey, are you guys leaving me out on one of your mental conversations again?” You scrunched your nose at them. You learnt to look out for when they were having a mind link conversation without you. They would suddenly grow quiet and they would sort of look distant when they were mind linking. Namjoon chuckled and patted your head.

“Don’t worry. No bad things are being said. Trust me.” He smiled, his dimple popping up.

“Alright, I trust you.” You giggled.

“I’m so full. The dinner was satisfying.” You said when you swallowed your remaining mouthful of noodles. Jungkook and Jin smiled at each other, happy to know you appreciated their efforts.

“You didn’t eat much though.” Jimin frowned slightly.

“I eat little compared to you guys because I’m not a wolf. You guys have such big appetites. I would know from experience.” You chuckled and everyone laughed along.

“Let’s clean up and get back to studying.” Namjoon clapped his hands. Everyone helped with cleaning up. With the study period, you would stay at the boys’ house quite late but you have never stayed over before. You would know when you’re sleepy and leave to go home.

“Let’s get it!” You sat in front of your chemistry book again.

“Hey, (y/n)-”

“Shh.” Jin shushed Hoseok, pointing over to you. Your head was slowly bobbing up and down as your body swayed gently. Yoongi caught you before you could fall back and hurt yourself.

“I’ll bring her to my room.” Yoongi carried you up before the others could protest and brought you to his room.

“I just came to say goodnight to her.” Taehyung came in and leaned down to kiss your forehead. The others came in too, doing the same as Taehyung, while Yoongi went to wash up.

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jimin smiled at the older. Yoongi gave an acknowledging nod as Jimin exited the room. Unlike the others who slept without clothes, Yoongi liked sleeping in soft pyjama sets. He pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed a set from his drawer. Looking over at your sleeping form, he was glad you were already dressed in sweats and a tee.

He climbed into bed and slid his arm under your neck so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and you would be tucked under his arm. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you.

You were so beautiful to him.

“Goodnight, my love.” Yoongi leaned in to kiss your cheek as you snuggled closer to him.

Letting out a yawn, you slowly opened your eyes to see a chest in front of you. The peek of pale skin gave away who it was. You looked up and indeed, you saw Yoongi’s sleeping face before yours.

*He’s so cute.* He reminded you of a child, letting out little huffs and clearing his throat occasionally as he slept. You were lying on his arm, your body pressed to his, while his other was lazily draped over your waist. The intimacy made your cheeks heat up but at the same time, you never wanted to leave.

“SLEEPYHEADS!” Jin burst into the room. Yoongi groaned, leaning down to bury his head in your neck.

“Go away.” He said to the older.

“I’m surprised they sent you in, Jin.” You chuckled, stroking the back of Yoongi’s head. Another thing you came to learn was no one dares to wake Yoongi up from his sleep. It’s as good as suicide.

“Well, the younger ones decided to make me the sacrificial lamb this time.” Jin snorted, making you laugh.

“Give us 5 minutes and we’ll get up. Thanks for coming to wake us up. Your bravery is appreciated.” You said and Jin chuckled before he came over to kiss your temple before leaving. When the door closed, you tried to pull away from the intimate distance but Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly to hold you in place, making you squirm.

“Yoongi! We need to get up.” You argued.

“No. All we’re going to do is spend the day studying.” Yoongi yawned, already bored with the thought of studying the whole day.

“Well, I want to go home. I need to shower and change.” You giggled, shoving his chest lightly.

“Why can’t you shower here? You already slept here, in the same bed as one of us?” He raised an eyebrow and you choked. He was always so straightforward that it constantly caught you off guard.

“Y-You! Me staying over last night wasn’t intentional. I fell asleep!” You stuttered nervously. Yoongi chuckled at how flustered he could make you.

“Right...” He teased. Your cheeks just turned redder.

“Let’s wash up. I put a spare toothbrush inside for you.” Yoongi pulled you up and you nodded, keeping your head down. The both of you brushed your teeth together and Yoongi changed out of his sleepwear. He handed you a black shirt you could wear.

“Are we just going to spend the day studying inside again?” Taehyung whined as he sat down at the breakfast table.

“Let’s go out. Get some fresh air.” Namjoon said.

“Where’s Kookie?” You asked when you noticed one empty chair. They all snorted. If Yoongi was scary to wake up, Jungkook was notorious for sleeping through anything. He was the hardest to wake up.

“I tried to wake him up but failed.” Jimin shook his head with a sigh. Taehyung patted his shoulder.

“I’ll go.” You stood up and went to Jungkook’s room. You knocked before entering. Instead of being on the bed, he was on the ground, a sign that maybe he tried to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up but fell asleep on the way there. You chuckled and sat down in front of him, rubbing his back to coax him to wake up.

“Kookie. It’s time to wake up.” You cooed. He let out a whine.

“Come on. The others are waiting to have breakfast. You won’t have food left if your hyungs finish everything.” You said and his eyes opened slightly. You both knew that the others would leave food for you but not him.

“Good morning.” He said huskily and hugged you, pulling you down on top of his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise.

“Morning.” You blushed.

“If you give me a morning kiss, I’ll wake up.” Jungkook winked.

“No!” You squealed, trying to get out of his grip. Jungkook laughed, amused by you. He relaxed his hold on you and you scrambled to your feet, opening the door to run out but crashed into a chest. You stumbled back but arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you.

“Are you bullying our mate, Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook sat up, scoffing and ruffling his hair.

“Wash up, Kookie!” You managed to shout before Namjoon pulled you out of the room and back to the dining table. You sat down and Yoongi set an iced coffee in front of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a sip. Jungkook came down minutes after, his hair still messy as he buttoned his shirt.

“Aigo.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to help manage it a little. Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like he would when he is a wolf. Once you were done, you pulled away and Jungkook let out a whine of displeasure. You patted his head and began eating. You poured your stew into your rice and mixed it.

“You always do that.” Hoseok pointed out.

“It’s my lazy way of eating in the morning. Might as well mix it together since I’m eating it together.” You explained sheepishly.

“She’s so cute.” They all thought.

After breakfast, the boys all shifted and you carried some snacks in a backpack. They threaded beside you carefully as you made your way out to your usual spot in the empty field.

“Kookie.” You chuckled as he used his muzzle to nudge the back of your leg gently to get you to play with him.

“I’ll sit here.” You laid a mat out, sitting down and putting the bag of snacks beside you. The wolves whined at your decision to not play with them. Yoongi laid on your lap and you stroked his head, watching your fingers run through his pure white fur.

“Why don’t you want to run with them?” You asked.

“Why should I go when I can stay and lie down with you?” He scoffed, leaning into your touch.

“How do you all keep your fur so soft?” You wondered out loud as you buried your face into his face, feeling the hairs tickle your skin softly. Yoongi snorted, your questions were so random that it amused him to no end.

“I brought fruit.” You took the apple slices out, taking a bite then offering it to Yoongi, who gobbled it from your hand. When the boys were wolves, they always liked to steal your food, even if you gave them your own. They would demand that you share with them and they also know that you cannot resist their puppy wolf face.

“Berries?” You asked and Yoongi shook his head.

“There’s watermelon too.” You took the container out and he nodded his head, moving closer to you.

“Hold on.” You pushed his nose away slightly as you removed the container lid. Putting a piece in your palm, you held it out to him and he gently ate it, careful not to use his teeth to hurt you.

“The juice is going to stain your mouth.” You took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Yoongi looked at you with adoration. You cared about his fur so much.

“Yoon- Yoongi.” He stepped into the space between your crossed legs and tucked his head under your chin, letting out low growls of satisfaction. You just blinked in confusion, not sure what to do as he suddenly came so close to you. You laughed and opened your mouth to eat a piece of fruit.

“You’re so close.” You stated.

“That’s the point.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Boys, watermelon!” You called and the 6 came over. They stopped when they saw the position you and Yoongi were in. Yoongi looked away, resting his head on your shoulder. You held the fruit out to them and they ate it.

“Why are you guys coming so near? Hold on! Wait!” Soon, 6 other wolf bodies were pressed against you from all sides.

“You guys aren’t exactly pups! If you didn’t notice!” You put an arm around Namjoon to hold yourself up. Taehyung constantly sniffed you while Jimin playfully nipped your fingers.

“Chim, stop that.” You giggled.

“You guys have no idea what personal space is, don’t you?” You scoffed.

“Nope!” They barked and you rolled your eyes.

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Dreams, Chapter 4

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

If you have been reading this series....things are going to start happening....

Title: Dreams, Chapter 4

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3773

Summary: For Sam and the reader, a winter night working together leads to an uncomfortable confrontation and a confusing dream.

Warnings: angst, fluff?, alcohol, swearing, slow burn, I think that’s it!

The tree was still up a few days later when you were throwing together sandwiches. It was a gloomy afternoon, stealing from the already meager offering of sunlight you got each day, but at least you could see the Christmas lights as you worked in the little kitchen and listened to Me Talk Pretty One Day. Brushing crumbs off your hands, you ducked your head into the bedroom to tell Sam lunch was ready.

He was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed under him, looking surprisingly young with his long limbs folded. He glanced over at you briefly with a noncommittal nod before turning his gaze back to the wall. You walked into the room when you understood; following his eyes to the photos where you’d taped them up. Toeing off each of your boots, you climbed onto the mattress with him and gently put your arm around his broad shoulders. “He would’ve loved this,” Sam murmured, and it was almost too low for you to hear.

“Which part?” you asked, trying to match his tone.

“This cabin, the bar, Christmas.”

“I think you’re right.”

You looked over at the pictures, a tight row intentionally placed a little too low so you could see them as you fell asleep. Sam tilted his head to rest on yours.

“We had a lot of fun though, didn’t we?”

You considered the memories and the heat coming off of him under your cold fingers. “Yeah, we did.” After a beat you opened your mouth again. “Getting that tree was fun.”

Sam pulled back and you looked up at him. A sad smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You curved your head back into him. “Dean would’ve liked that too.” He was silent for a moment.

“There’s no way he would’ve worked at the bar and not made every night a party.”

He was right. Even just passing through, bars like the one you worked at were Dean’s favorite—no frills, honest people, décor not so nice it couldn’t tolerate some spills in the name of a good time. In the right mood Dean would’ve been everyone’s best friend in an hour, taking shots with the owners and playing pool with anyone who had a spare minute.

You sat upright and tucked your hair behind your ears. “Okay, then tonight’ll be a party.”

Sam looked at you in surprise. “Uh, what?”

“You heard me. Tonight, we’re doing tequila shots and dancing on tables and talking to people longer than to take their orders.”

“It’s a Monday.”

“Wouldn’t have stopped Dean. Now come eat this sandwich I slaved over, you’re a lightweight on an empty stomach.”

Sam’s smile was tired, but he obediently untangled his legs and got off the bed to head to the kitchen. You padded after him, letting a deep breath out through your nose. Dean would be so pissed if he saw you weren’t being strong for Sammy, just a little tougher, come on. By the time Sam sat down at the tiny breakfast bar to eat, you’d screwed your face back together.

In some ways, it was better that you’d had this sudden change of heart on a Monday, when there weren’t so many customers to watch you crumble if it came to that. You had a propensity for being a sad drunk even in the best circumstances, and this first time truly drinking around people since losing Dean was about the worst circumstance as you could imagine.

A few shots in Sam’s cheeks were flushed and you could feel the heat in yours as you sucked hard on a lime wedge. He was pretending to know about some football controversy with the over-shoulder towel that was ever present when he worked, his legs crossed and accentuating the long, relaxed line of his body. It was an especially cold night and condensation clouded the windows of the bar where hot air met the freezing glass. You watched as a woman about your age—you were pretty sure her name was Megan but had only served her a handful of times—traced lazy shapes in it before replacing the moisture with a hot breath and starting over. It was almost hypnotic and you didn’t know how long it was until you snapped back to reality when Sam’s warm hands wrapped over your shoulders.

“You okay?” he asked, low and private, straight into your ear.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just tired,” you lied.

Sam gently and half-consciously kneaded the muscles in your shoulders. Before you realized what you were doing, muscle memory bobbed your head to the side, kissed his rough knuckles, and pressed your cheek to his hand. You both froze.

“Aw, so cute,” Steve sang out from across the bar top.

You took your chance to step forward out of Sam’s grip. “Yeah, yeah. Refill?” Steve nodded, and you snatched another Miller High Life out of a mini fridge under the bar and popped the cap with a fluid practiced motion. About a week ago you’d realized that the twist-bottle callus you had just below the first joint of your index finger had come back, a recurrent souvenir that had lasted years after you’d quit bartending last time. You were thankful for it as much as the distraction from your bizarre reflexive step over the unspoken boundary between you and Sam. It wasn’t that the contact was unprecedented, obviously, you could only catch even chunks of sleep tightly wound around Sam and kept your fingers wrapped around his forearm as he drove, but Dean was the last person whose skin your lips had touched. Until now, you corrected yourself. It was a very specific kind of closeness in a relationship already stretching the limits of what appropriate intimacy could possibly be.

You jammed a cold metal scoop into the ice machine to break up chunks and buy some time. The same grief-hungry part of your brain that searched Sam for facial tics and habits that Dean had couldn’t stop repeating how much those hands felt the same, dry and warm and firm under your lips, under your cheek, and you wanted to clutch at them, a phantom of Dean’s that first stitched you up in Bobby’s kitchen all those years ago when life was easy and bloody, so nervous to touch you his hands shook and the scar still remained to this day. You crashed through those thoughts with a solid thump of This Is Sam Not Dean Sam Your Friend Sam The Only Thing You Have In This World, and how cruel it was to triple distill him down to only the parts that were reminiscent of someone else. Sam, who chopped wood to keep you warm, who restocked beer in the little life you’d created here. Sam, who in his own unfathomable sadness let you latch onto him as a steady point in a storm and kept you afloat just as you had him.

“Hello?” Joe repeated, a touch of concern peeking through his annoyance.

“Yeah, sorry! What’s up?” you asked, hearing the shrillness of your voice as you tried to overcompensate.

“I’m trying to buy you a drink, hon. 5 shots, dealer’s choice.”

“You, me, Jake, Steve and who?” you asked, racking up 5 sturdy shot glasses.

“Your Paul Bunyan over there, unless you’re trying to take his too. I’ve never seen you guys really drink before, gotta jump on my chance,” he winked.

“Oh, okay. Uh, Sam—” you called out across the bar. He was wiping up a spill you knew didn’t exist from the way he focused too hard on the bar top, trying to look busy. He looked up at his name and walked over with his hands jammed in his pockets. His unease was palpable, and your heart sank as you let go of any possibility that he wouldn’t have registered the fleeting kiss and the shift was only in your head. “—Joe’s trying to get you drunk.”

“Careful, Joe, you think you can carry me home?” Sam joked, and you thought you would be the only one who’d be able to detect the tightness in his throat underneath it. He rubbed a lime wedge on the web of his thumb and poured salt over it before handing you the shaker. You almost dropped it when your fingertips grazed his.

“To the only people dumb enough to move up here in the winter,” Steve proclaimed, touching his glass to the counter before shooting it. You all followed suit, politely chuckling at the teasing. When you took the lime wedge out of your mouth, Sam had his palm open in front of you. You dropped the rind in his hand and let him take the stack of glasses to the sink.

It didn’t get as crazy as Dean likely would’ve gotten which was probably good for the bar’s bottom line and your drive back to the cabin, but Sam did end up somewhat accidentally hustling Jake for $100 over a game of pool and singing along to Shania Twain when you put it on. You were careful not to touch him or stare too long the rest of the evening, and by the time you were flipping chairs up for the night you had almost convinced yourself that nothing was different save for a little softness around the edges of the ever-present bolus of sadness in your stomach.

Sam had two cases of Miller Lite from the basement in his grip, the veins on his forearms popping out as he set them on the ground in front of the beer cooler and crouched to replace the ones that had been drunk that night. You double checked that the cash drawer of the register was even and hopped up to sit on a spare spot of counter.

“That’s the last one?”

“Yeah, I already did the Coors and Bud.”

“Are you good to drive or do you want me to?” You wiggled your toes in your shoes, feeling the ache of standing for hours in the balls of your feet.

“No, I’m good to drive,” Sam said, shaking hair out of his face. He looked up at you, hazel eyes hard to read with fatigue or fear or pity or some murky combination thereof. You drew tight spirals over orders you’d taken that night, feeling the pen press impressions into the small notepad. The absence of words spread out to close the distance between you, feeling cloying and claustrophobic even as the Nate Bargatze standup you’d cued up piped out through the bar’s speakers.

“Hey, I—”

“Are you—” Sam started at the same time. You held out a palm to signal for him to continue, not truly wanting to speak yourself. “Uh, sorry. I just…I—I’m not Dean. I can’t be Dean.”

The words and deflation in his shoulders made you wish you’d been set ablaze. Stunned, you felt your mouth open and close around words that weren’t materializing, just collecting in your throat and hardening there, the backup starting to choke you.

“I, uh—I know,” you finally managed to squeak past the lump.

And part of you wondered if he was right in thinking you were using him as a stand-in. As atypical as the whole situation was, you couldn’t imagine that it was normal to sleep in the same bed and spend virtually every minute together. You began to feel sick at the thought that Sam would be out living up to his potential somewhere if it weren’t for you, back to law school or righting the wrongs of the world rather than in a Northwoods dive bar restocking domestic beers at 2:30 on a Tuesday morning. The selflessness of it seemed unfathomable and yet so entirely something Sam would do. Suddenly it felt like the walls were collapsing around you.

The moment stretched out and Sam stood up, leaning on the counter across the bar from you. His jaw was set hard and he tilted his head the way he did when he was trying to stop himself from teetering over the edge of tears. “Sam, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He cleared his throat but looked down at the nonstick mats on the floor. “No, ah, you don’t need to apologize. I just need you to know I can’t be him for you.”

You didn’t dare look up in case you met Sam’s eyes as you nodded, so eviscerated and humiliated you were having a hard time taking a deep breath. After a long minute you heard the clink of bottles as Sam finished restocking, grabbed your coat to mumble something about warming up the car, and went to the small parking lot. You managed to make it into the Impala before your vision started swimming and the potential enormity of the situation crashed against you; was this the end of your carved out hideaway, full of grief and memories and comfort and little moments of affection and joy you had just barely started to accept? All for some stupid thought that Dean would be happier if you were out getting wasted, an idea that reduced him to a drifter barfly instead of the complex man who’d been more loyal and loved more deeply than anyone you’d ever met. The tears dried up quickly as self-disgust rolled over you and started ringing in your ears. You didn’t hear Sam coming and jolted when he opened the door, recoiling against the passenger side to give him as much space as possible. He glanced over at you with eyes so pitying that you couldn’t bear to look at them, staring out the window at the abject darkness the rest of the drive home.

Sam didn’t turn on the stereo.

Back in the cabin, you quickly shucked off your coat and snatched what you needed out of the bedroom before barricading yourself in for a shower. You didn’t bother taking your makeup off first, allowing the sting of mascara to get washed away in the water. It was too hot and you didn’t care; you only came out when you realized you were going to leave Sam in a cold shower in the last week in December.

You brushed your teeth in the mirror and took a few deep breaths before sliding out, heading past the open bedroom door straight to the kitchen in order to gulp down a panicked glass of water. Mercifully, you heard the bathroom door lock when Sam entered it quietly. You took the opportunity to grab your pillow out of the bedroom, tossing it on the couch and pulling the throw off the sofa’s back to cover yourself. Your eyes were closed tight and ramming up against your racing mind when Sam came out.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” he said softly from behind you.

You opened your eyes but didn’t move your head to seek him out. “It’s okay.”

Sam appeared in front of you, legs bending severely to perch on the short coffee table. His bare chest still glistened a little from the shower and you knew the green flannel pants he was wearing were soft and thick to the touch. Earnest hazel eyes meeting yours, Sam braced his elbows on his knees.

“Sam, I’m really sorry. It was a weird reflex and it was unfair for me to—”

“No, I, it—it wasn’t that. It’s just like, sometimes when you look at me, you look like you’re seeing a ghost. I’m just—I need to know you’re not staying here because I’m the closest you can get.”

If your heart hadn’t been shattered and re-shattered over the last almost- two-years and today, the fear and resignation in his eyes would’ve sent you to pieces. You pushed up to sitting in order to give Sam the respect he deserved.

“I can’t—I won’t lie and say you don’t remind me of him, but you’re my best friend—been my best friend since I first met you guys—and I am so, so, sorry I made you feel…I could never try to replace him, Sam.” You were barely making sense, having a hard time stringing together how you felt. “The only place I want to be is with you. You’re all I’ve got.”

It felt desperate and needy but it was true and Sam deserved the truth. You didn’t shy away from him, stayed there holding his gaze until he seemed content having searched your eyes for anything hiding from the light. After a moment he nodded tightly against lips pressed in a firm line. “Okay.”

Sam stood up, the broad planes of him catching the glitter of the Christmas tree lights. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and tentative. “Can you, uh, can you come back?”

It took a moment to process before you nodded, standing up and snagging your pillow before following Sam into the bedroom. You climbed into your side of the mattress, close to the wall and your tiny precious gallery, and Sam folded around you, his warm skin seeping through your t-shirt onto your back. You felt tense and comfortable all at once, safe and uneasy. The two of you sat there for a long time, the relatively light weight of Sam’s arm over you betraying that he wasn’t asleep either. When drowsiness finally began to tug your eyelids closed, he pressed his lips to a spot on your shoulder exposed from the looseness of its sleeve. The last thing you remembered was his arm going heavy like an anchor across yours.

The sun is hot and delicious on your cheeks, baking the cotton of your jeans and t-shirt into you and turning the roof tiles under you into a frying pan. Wispy clouds move with no urgency across the sky above you and you can’t think of anything better than this, glancing down to worn laces on Dean’s boots undone to give his feet some air as his t-shirt clings half-humid to him. You know his freckles are going to be darker by dinner and it makes you smile to think about it but you’ll never tell him—it makes him shy to be reminded of the spray of pigment that makes him feel alternatively feminine or juvenile but never stunning the way you think it should. You press up to your elbows, barely registering the sting of heat and grit of the roof underneath you and kiss the spot on Dean’s arm where his shoulder slopes into his bicep. He smiles down at you, a lazy half-open smirk perfectly framed by the blue sky behind him like a painting.

“You’re so weird,” he chuckles. “Who kisses someone’s arm?”

“Then come down here,” you toss back, exaggerated pout ready for him. He ducks down to you, the warmth of his lips on yours like a cookie fresh out of the oven, like sliding down the hallway on new fuzzy socks, like the summer’s first plunge into water.

Sam’s head peeks out from under the gutter. “Bobby’s putting brats on the grill, do you want any?”

“Hell yeah, extra onions,” Dean yells down, grinning smugly when you make a face.

“Me too!” you call out, watching Sam squint up at the roof.

“No onions though, right?”

“You’re the best, Sam.”

Sam beams up at you, dimples almost high enough to reach the squint-crinkled skin around his eyes. He nods and ducks back out of sight.

“Come on, I’m thirsty,” Dean says, standing up. He reaches a hand down to you and takes a half step back to brace himself, stepping on the lace of his other boot. He stumbles and it’s a quick shuffle and you realize he’s too close to the edge his next step is into thin air like Wil E. Coyote and you’re grabbing at that same thin air and you can see his face change when he realizes and some part of your subconscious that’s even deeper than this can feel it’s happening again and the sound is so final, such a wet crack but you scrabble to the edge anyway because you have to see and Dean’s lying there.

He’s clutching his left leg bent against his chest like a stretch. “Son of a bitch, what the fuck!” he mutter-yells, and you hear the thump of Sam and Bobby running through the old house and skittering to a stop in front of him as you carefully shimmy down the porch post with your hands tearing on the gutter’s rusty edge, jumping down when you feel the railing beneath you.

“Dean! Are you okay?” Sam yells over Bobby who’s cursing out the goddamn idjit told you not to climb up there it’s like having a bunch of teenagers in this goddamned house and Dean winces and nods angrily.

You’re lifting up the hem of his jeans and gingerly taking off his boot and Dean hisses when you peel off his sock, but nothing is poking through the skin and that’s better than you expected. “Can you stand up?”

He nods again and you can practically taste him biting back the string of expletives when you and Sam each take an arm and lift him to standing. You snake a hand into his pocket and grab the keys to the Impala, leaning behind Dean to say to his brother, “I’ll take him to the ER.”

Dean doesn’t argue and it’s yet more evidence that it’s pretty bad, but you feel fine, elated almost, that he’s still warm under your palm and against your side, that he still smells like fresh laundry and domestic beer and a little bit of salt and engine grease. Sam’s long arm opens the door when you get there and slides Dean in and you promise to text when you know how bad it is as you round the car and get to the driver’s side. You turn the key in the ignition and throw your arm around Dean’s seat to reverse out of the driveway. Dean’s looking at you as you throw the car back into drive, staring almost, and his face is soft even around the broken ankle.

“I’m always going to love you,” he says, smooth and sure of himself. You tug your eyes away from the road with half a question on your face but Dean doesn’t explain why he’s saying this now. “I’ll be okay and I’m always going to love you, no matter what.”

It doesn’t make any sense and you open your mouth to tease this unexpected sappiness, remind him the ankle is just one more in a long string of injuries he’ll owe you for, and then Dean’s gone, the car’s gone, and the heat is coming from Sam’s chest in front of you.

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One Night🌙7

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series), Angry Andy, kissing.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

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Felicia waited for you on the patio of the restaurant. She already had a bright blue drink and waved to you as you approached the low barrier around the dining area. You sat across from her and cradled your purse between your leg and the arm of the chair. She handed you the drink menu and you sheepishly set it aside.

The waitress approached and asked for your drink order. You asked for a water and plated nervously with the corner of the menu.

“Water?” Felicia commented. “What are you, on a cleanse?”

You bit into your lip and glanced around. You couldn’t hide it forever. It was inevitable. But that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. You rubbed your cheek and leaned an elbow on the chair.

“I can’t…” You took a breath. “Why don’t you tell me how you’ve been before I get into it.”

“Wha-- uh, things are fine,” She gave you a suspicious look. “Benny and me are just fine. I’m sorry you couldn’t crash but… you back at your mom’s?”

The waitress returned with your water and you paused to give her your order. She took your menus and left you with a smile. You had a brief nostalgic moment for the diner thought it hadn’t been that long since you’d tendered your resignation.

“Yeah… it’s a long story.” You said. “Promise you won’t judge me.”

“When have I ever? Don’t you remember when I got us kicked out of that country bar?” She laughed.

“Ha, um, yeah, but…” You sighed and pressed your hands to your neck. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” She chocked on her electric blue cocktail as she tried to sip. “Are you serious?”

“Kinda the reason my mom wanted me… out.” You sniffed.

“Well, where are you staying now?” She set her glass down. “Better yet, who the fucked knocked you up?”

You looked around, hoping no one was listening. Felicia didn’t make it hard to eavesdrop.

“You remember when we went to the bar after my hours got cut? I got pretty drunk and…”

“You cabbed home with me,” She argued.

“Uh huh, well it wasn’t-- It was at the bar. In the… restroom. We just, you know.” You lowered your voice and touched your hot cheek.

“Oh my god, I never would imagine-- you!” She trilled. “Oh, I’m sorry, I know it’s serious but… wow.”

“Yeah, it is serious. Mom kicked me to the curb because the asshole who knocked me up insisted on telling her. And he wants to keep the damn kid,” You huffed. “On top of that, he’s…” Married. You couldn’t say it. “Well, I’m staying at his place right now. Not really ideal but it’s a nice place. I guess.”

She blinked and sat back. She scoffed in disbelief.

“Wow. Wow. I… I’m sorry I’ve been awol. I didn’t--”

“You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you.” You said. “Not exactly a shining moment.”

“I can’t believe your mom kicked you out.”

“Can’t you?” You rolled your eyes. “And I quit the diner.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, uh, got more house at the cafe.” You didn’t want to explain to her it wasn’t exactly your choice. “Look, I didn’t come here to talk about it all night. It’s all I can think of and it’s all so… overwhelming.”

“Then we won’t,” Felicia chimed. “Do you remember a few years ago when Liza met that guy online and he took her to the Chuck E Cheeze.”

“Oh my god, yeah.” You laughed. “And they got food poisoning.”

“She ran into him again. She said they’re giving it a second try.”

“You’re not serious?”

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You checked your phone as you finished paying the bill. You had a single message. From Andy, of course.

‘ETA?’ Simple, short. The usual tone.

‘Should be home shortly. Probably around 9.’ You answered, hating that you had to check in with him like a teenager. Yet, if it could appease him and keep him off your ass, a few placid words were worth it.

“So, what now?” Felicia asked as she stood.

“I should probably head home,” You fumbled with the strap of your purse as you hooked it across your body.

“It’s not even nine. Jeez, I know you’ve got a baby on board but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.” She sang. “Come on, save that for when the kid’s actually here.”

“I don’t know,” You hesitated.

Andy expected you at nine, and even if he understood you being a bit late, you really didn’t have the energy for a fight. But you weren’t a kid. You had every right to stay out past nine. Regardless of his house rules. Fuck him.

“Alright, fine, but… what are you thinking?”

“Drinks are a no and I don’t know if dancing is really a great idea but you should come back to mine,” She looped her arm through yours. “Benny’s out for the night but he left his Switch. When’s the last time I kicked your ass in Mario Kart?”

“Kicked my ass?” You scoffed. “That’s not how I remember it.”

“Must be pregnancy brain already,” She giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you, mama.”

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It was past eleven when you got in. You caught the last bus and hoped against hope that Andy was asleep when you got in. The sheer amount of messages that bubbled up on your screen assured you that he was not happy. You were reassured that the lights were all out, only the porch light remained on in expectation of you.

You unlocked the door quietly and eased inside. You closed it, muffling the click with your hand cupped around the handle. You turned the lock into place and dug out your phone, holding up the screen as a light as you faced the dark house. The lamp beside the couch bloomed with a yank of the chain as Andy sat up.

“You’re late.” He said tersely.

You cringed and lowered your phone.

“You didn’t have to wait--”

“I was worried sick. You said nine. It’s almost midnight.” He stood. “I couldn’t sleep. I drove all around looking for you. You couldn’t send me one text?”

“Sorry, I was… distracted.” You unlooped your purse and set it down on the round table beside the armchair, placing your phone beside it. “Next time, I’ll--”

“Next time? I gave you the rules. I was lenient with you and you do this.” His hands went to his hips the way they always did when he was angry. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“What do you-- you can’t-- you’re not my father. I wish you would stop acting like it.” You snarled. “Christ, you said you’d take your foot off the pedal, I wasn’t aware that meant it would land on my neck.”

“I have to work tomorrow! I have to make money so that I can pay for the baby! Not just a crib, or stroller, or car seat, but your hospital room and-- and-- clothes and--” He threw his hand up.

“I had two jobs. You made me quit one.” You hissed. “You can’t throw this in my face.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be living with your damned parents. If it wasn’t for me--”

“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be knocked up.”

“Takes two to tango, sweetie.” He spat. “You weren’t helpless. If you’re such a big girl, you can’t act the victim.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s what got us into this mess,” He snapped.

Your nostrils flared as you swallowed down your anger. You grabbed your purse and phone, and shoved the latter in the former. You stormed past him before he could catch you and swept up the staircase. You went to the guest room as you heard him behind you and slammed your door. You flicked the lock into place and went through to the bathroom to lock that door. You returned to the bed room and started shoving clothes into a tote. You didn’t need him. You could find a way.

He pounded on your door. “Hey, what are you doing? Let me in.”

“Go away, Andy.” You hollered. “I’m leaving.”

“And where are you going to go?” He sneered through the door. “Huh? Not gonna look good for you living on the street with the baby.”

You ignored him and kept cramming your stuff into the bag. You winced as the door thumped. You turned as it jolted in the frame again and the third bang saw the latch broken and the wood slamming against the wall. Andy rubbed his shoulder as he stood in the doorway.

“You’re not going anywhere,” He charged towards you.

“Stop!” You stumbled back and the bag slipped to the floor along with your purse. “Andy!”

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you so that you fell onto the bed. You gasped as climbed atop you, holding himself over you as his nose almost touched yours.

“You’re scaring me,” You whimpered. “Please. Don’t hurt…” You touched his chest shakily. “The baby…”

“You think I’d hurt the baby,” He shook his head. “What the fuck have I been doing here?”

“I don’t-- Andy, please, get off.” You begged.

“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?” He got closer until his nose pressed to yours, until you could feel his breath on your lips. “I thought-- I thought something had happened to you.”

“Please, please, Andy, I’m--” The tears welled in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t feel--”

His lips smushed against yours and your hands were crushed between your chests as he kissed you fervently. You were stunned and light-headed. Your eyes rolled back as the room spun and you curled your fingers against him. You groaned as you tried to shove him away.

Finally, he parted but you still felt dizzy. Even laying down. Your head lolled as another wave rolled over you. Your eyes fluttered and your hands fell limp between your bodies.

“Help,” You murmured as you felt suddenly fatigued. “Andy--” Your breath went out of you and it felt impossible to get enough air. “Something’s wrong.”

“Fuck,” He pushed himself off of you and the bed bounced beneath you. “Fuck!”

He lifted you to your feet but you barely had the strength to stand. He wrapped his arm around you and led you to the door. You clung to him without thinking, afraid you would fall as your legs threatened to collapse. He scooped you up as you staggered and angled you through the door.

He carried you sideways down the stairs and bent awkwardly with you in his arms as he gathered up his keys and wallet.

“I’m sorry,” He uttered as he fumbled blindly with the door knob. “I’m sorry.”

Your head spun as it rested against his shoulder. You were inexorably tired. He got you outside and hurried to the car. He managed to get the door open and you slumped into the seat as he set your down. He buckled you up before he ran to close the front door and returned to the car.

The engine rumbled and he backed up sharply out of the driveway. The street lights blurred in your vision and you closed your eyes. Your heart was racing and yet you still couldn’t breath. You listened to the empty streets and the whir of the engine as you felt the car’s motion speeding ahead.

Flashes of reality tinged the haze which fell over you. The sound of the car door, ‘EMERGENCY’ printed in large red letters, voices, panicked and calm, a flurry of activity all around. And then it all just faded away and you were no longer so tired.

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You awoke to the sterile smell of the hospital room. The bright lights painted your vision in white and you looked over to the chair against the wall. The window was a dull grey as another Boston morning approached. Andy sat in the thinly cushioned chair, arms crossed, his chin lowered, breath steady.

You groaned as you brought your hand to your forehead. You felt heavy and your head throbbed but the dizziness had faded. Andy grunted as he sat up and stood quickly at the sight of your awakening. He neared and hit the button attached to the rail of your bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he touched your hand.

You pulled back and scowled at him. All you remembered was him on top of you, smothering you. And that night before, creeping in the dark, touching you.

The door opened and a nurse appeared. She smiled as she approached.

“You’re awake,” She said. “How are we feeling?”

“Tired,” You grumbled.

“Would you like some water?” She asked. “We do have to check your blood pressure quickly but we can get you something before the doctor comes to talk with you.”

“I’m fine,” You breathed. Your lungs no longer felt so thick. “What happened?”

“The doctor will go over everything,” She pulled the cuff free from the machine and wrapped it around your arm. “You’re okay. The baby’s okay.”

You nodded and let her scribble down the numbers. She left you after adjusting your bed to a sitting position. Andy hovered around you and you felt like smacking him and yet you were too weak for that. You let your head fall back and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too--”

“Save it.” You croaked. “What did you expect, Andy? You know how fucking horrid it is? Having to tiptoe around you? Don’t you think it’s bad enough knowing I have this goddamn child inside of me? Sucking every ounce of energy out of me? I--”

You gulped as you suddenly felt like crying. You kept quiet and blinked away the droplets that threatened to fall. It was almost twenty minutes before the door opened again. The entire time, Andy kept pacing around your bed. His impatience made you restless.

“Hello, I am Doctor Ari-Hass,” The man in the white coat greeted as he took your chart from the plastic pocket. “You feeling alright, ma’am?”

“Better than I did,” You shrugged. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Nothing serious.” He assured you. “It is normal for many women to experience anemia during pregnancy. It seems you are one of them. An easy fix. Iron and folic acid should help.”

You nodded and shifted on the bed.

“However, you display an elevated blood pressure,” He peeked at the folder again. “It is early on but it would suggest a high risk of preeclampsia later on in your pregnancy. This is not to say that the baby is in danger as yet but it does put in a higher category of risk.” He explained. “That means we need to decrease stressors and you will be expected to monitor your blood pressure at home.”

“Okay,” You sighed.

“Do you work?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m a… a barista,” You said.

“Ah, yes, customers will be stressful, if possible, take an early leave from work, if not try to reduce your hours,” He suggested. “No heavy lifting. Avoid lifting at all, if possible. No running. Try to calm yourself when you feel anxious, meditation and breathing exercises as well.”

He smiled and glanced at Andy who listened intently, as if taking mental note of every word.

“And at the risk of being forward, I might add that… there are ways as a couple of relaxing,” He chuckled. “Orgasms reduce tension. Forgive my crudeness.”

Andy’s brow twitched and he cleared his throat. “Sure, we understand.”

“Good. Now you are all clear to leave. Your blood pressure is still higher than normal but it has shown improvement. I suggest rest. Lots of it.” The doctor closed your file. “And you can call and ask for me should you feel another episode coming on.”

“Alright, thank you,” You said.

He left you and you crossed your arms as you glared at Andy. You were both entirely deflated and inflamed by the news. Your job would be as good as kaput. You knew he wouldn’t let you go back and that meant more time with him. You sat up and rubbed your forehead.

“Let’s go,” You huffed.

“We should talk--”

“Not now,” You pushed down the rail and threw your legs over the side of the bed. “The doctor said to avoid stress.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #fic #series #one night #dark fic #dark!fic #defending jacob

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kimikokuro22 · 2 years

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RUSTICA WALPURGIS 2021 SR CARD TRANSLATION

[Sounds Heard from The Birdcage]

CARD STORY [Follow Your Heart]

Chapter 1

Rustica: Today is so warm and it feels nice. This atmosphere makes you want to sing out loud.

Rustica: It seems that song found its way to my heart along with the warm sunlight. If i have to give it a name…

*rustling sfx*

Snow: As i thought, 'tis you who sang just now, Rustica.

Rustica: Lord Snow? It's unusual for us to meet in this place.

Snow: I saw butterflies and birds heading in the same direction. I found it quite odd.

Snow: It turns out they were attracted by your beautiful voice.

Rustica: Fufu, that makes me overjoyed. Are you currently taking a stroll, Lord Snow?

Snow: I want to give flowers to White as a surprise present. I'm currently searching for one, you see.

Rustica: How pleasant. I'm sure Lord White will also be very pleased.

Rustica: Hearing that, i would also wish to give flowers for Chloe. May i join you on your flower-searching quest?

Snow: Why of course!

Rustica: Thank you very much. Shall we begin right away?

Rustica: Hm? I don't think i saw this spiral shaped branch before.

Snow: ….

Rustica: And i'm pretty sure we haven't walked through this path, and yet i can see footprints similar to ours. Perhaps our doppelgangers are also taking a stroll in this very forest?

Snow: Hohoho, if that's true, it'll be very creepy.

Rustica: Look at that, Lord Snow. There's something on that tunnel shaped wood…

Snow: You're right! Let's look at it right away!

Chapter 2

Snow: Goodness! This is…

Rustica: What an amazing view! To think there's these vivid colored flower field on full bloom, as if someone just spread a mysterious rainbow.

Rustica: These orange flowers will be perfect for the energetic and ever-caring Chloe.

Snow: And these pure and gentle white flowers are perfect for my lovely White!

Snow: I've decided to give this flower as my surprise gift for White.

Snow: For me to find this lovely present, 'tis all thanks to you, Rustica. I offer you my gratitude.

Rustica: No no, i just followed my heart as i walk. It's nothing worth your praise.

Snow: Even so, the fact that you're the one who found this place doesn't change.

Snow: 'Tis not bad to sometimes walk on different routes.

Rustica: That's right. We might find another mysterious thing if we walk on another different path.

Rustica: It'll be troubling if we can't find our way home…. But, i'm sure Chloe would find me.

Snow: White wouldn't lose on that. Our souls are connected after all!

Rustica: Fufu, as expected of Lord Snow and Lord White. Now, let's collect these flowers and go back to our loved ones.

CARD EPISODE [If we took a stroll together]

Rustica: Good afternoon, Master Sage.

Akira: Good afternoon, Rustica. Are you in the middle of a stroll?

Rustica: That's right. If you don't mind, would you like to take a stroll together?

Rustica: It'll be such a waste if i walk alone in this lovely weather you see.

Akira: Gladly! I too just finished my work and looking for a change of pace.

Akira: With this nice weather, there might be others who are also taking a walk.

Akira: Who else would you like to invite for a stroll, Rustica?

Rustica: Hmm… There are many who i always want to invite to have a walk and chat.

Rustica: How about we invite everyone in the magic manor to take a walk with us?

Akira: Everyone…?!

Rustica: You can always find new facts about someone, even if it's your closest friend. I wish to talk and know more about Master Sage and everyone.

Akira: I see…. What a wonderful idea. Then, instead of just walking, let's talk a lot as well!

Rustica: Fufu, of course. Let's have some tea in my room right away.

Rustica: Please tell me more about yourself, Master Sage.

Akira: Huh? What about our stroll…?

Rustica: Master Sage?

Akira: It's nothing! I look forward for our tea party!

HOMESCREEN VOICE

"If you're looking for a place to rest, i recommend choosing my broom. It'll definitely be fun if we drank tea in the air, as tall as the 4th floor of magic manor. Maybe we could also greet someone from the 4th floor window"

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mahoyaku translation #rustica #rustica ferucci #snow #akira

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wonkasmissstarshine · 3 years

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Office Fun {Willy Wonka x OC} *SMUT*

Summary: Rose stops by Willy’s office to check up on him. The two of them end up having sex on his desk.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers

Willy’s work for the day put him in his office. That left Rose to take care of other business around the factory, with some help from Charlie, of course. She was done for the day and decided to stop by Willy’s office to check up on him.

She knew he went crazy without seeing her for the whole day. But, it did lead to fun times in the bedroom.

Rose stopped in front of Willy’s office door. She knocked on the door. A voice could be heard calling from the other side. “Who is it?”

“It’s your wife!” Rose called back.

She could hear footsteps and the door in front of her opened, revealing her gorgeous, smiling husband. “Starshine! I was expecting you!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the room. “I was afraid you weren’t going to stop by and see me today”

“I’ll always come by to see you!” She said, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest.

Willy wrapped his arms around her in return. He kissed the top of her head. “Oh, I love you so much, starshine! And it always makes me sad when our work separates us for the day”

“Mmm, well I’m here now” She tilted her head up at him, her chin acting as a fulcrum. “Kiss me, cocoa bean?”

Willy giggled lovingly as he leaned down and pressed a sweet and soft kiss to Rose’s lips. “I’ve been working on some new ideas. Do you want to see them?”

“Of course I do”

Willy grabbed her by the hand again and they walked over to his chair and desk. Willy sat down and then took Rose by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Comfortable?” He asked.

“Very!” Rose said. She reached over and grabbed his notebook off of the desk. She flipped through the pages, revealing the work of her husbands brilliant mind. She listened intently as Willy explained everything with such passion and excitement. “Oh, cocoa bean, everything you think of is so amazing!”

“Not as amazing as you, starshine” Willy cooed to her, his hand rubbing her back. Rose closed her eyes and hummed in content at the comforting feeling. “No candy I make could ever compete in sweetness with you”

“Cocoa bean, you know what it does to me when you talk like that”

“Does it make you giddy?” He asked, breath hot against the nape of her neck. “I like when you get all giddy for me” He giggled as he started kissing the back of her neck.

“W-Willy!” She gasped. His lips were so soft against her hot skin. They couldn’t go at it right now. Not when the door was wide open. Not when Charlie could possibly walk in. “Wait until we’re home, cocoa bean”

“I can’t wait, truffle” Willy’s hand came around and cupped at her breast. “It’s been such a long day without you. Please, just let me have you. Right over my desk”

And that’s when Rose lost it. She turned her head and captured Willy’s lips in a wet and hot kiss. His grip around her waist tightened and Rose’s hand found its way to his hair. She gave his hair a pull. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough to make him let out a groan.

“Do that again, truffle” Rose pulled on his soft bob again. Willy let out another pleased sound. His hands slithered down her body until they planted on her knees. He gave them a light tap. “Open those legs for me”

Rose spread her legs open. Willy’s caressed her inner thigh. His fingers felt like feathers dancing on her skin. Willy was always so gentle with her. He’d never do anything to hurt her, unless she asked him to. Even then, he wouldn’t get too rough with her. Rose was like his beautiful and delicate porcelain doll that had to be treated with the utmost care.

“Ah, truffle” Willy gasped when he touched her cunt. She was dripping and he could feel it through his gloves. “Your honeypot is dripping for me”

“It’s all for you, cocoa bean” Rose said, kissing below his ear. Willy wasted no time in pushing his fingers inside her. Rose moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder.

“Pretty little truffle” Willy cooed to her. His other hand moved up, stopping to squeeze at her tit again before dragging along her throat and gripping at her jaw. “I go crazy without you sometimes. It’s hard to get any work done when I know you’re way on the other side of the factory, and not with me”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard” Rose quipped, grinding her ass against his crotch.

Willy groaned. “Are you going to take care of it for me? Are you going to let me bend you over this desk so I can bury myself inside your warm and tight honeypot?”

“Yes” Rose said, almost breathlessly.

Willy pulled his fingers out of her and brought them up to his mouth to lick them clean. “As sweet as always” He said. “Now, be a good little girl and bend over the desk for me”

There it was. Willy’s dominant side. It only came out during sex and Rose loved every minute of it. She got up off of Willy’s lap and situated herself at his desk. She pushed some things aside so she would have some room.

As soon as she bent over, she could hear Willy’s belt unbuckling and his pants unzipping. Rose licked her lips with anticipation as she felt her dress being pushed past her hips. “Truffle!” Willy gasped. “You’re not wearing any underwear”

“You’re always taking it off of me” Rose answered with an innocent tone. “What’s the point of wearing it anymore?”

Willy started kneading the flesh of her ass. He let out a growl. “The Oompa-Loompas could see. I don’t want them seeing what’s mine”

Rose huffed. “It’s not like you wear any! I can practically see the outline of your cock through your pants”

She couldn’t see it, but she could hear him smiling. “I know you like it though, truffle”

“I’d like it even more if you’d fuck me with it” Rose was desperately gripping the desk, her pussy clenching around nothing. She could feel the heat of his cock against her.

“My, my, isn’t someone needy today” Willy teased her. He pressed the tip of his cock against Rose’s opening. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to ask me nicely”

“Please, please, Willy” Rose whined with desperation. “I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me until I cum”

“That’s my good little girl” Willy praised Rose as he pushed into her. He let out a guttural moan as he did so. “Ah. I’ve been needing this all day”

He started fucking her. Rose was losing it. She was moaning and clawing at the desk. She left a few notches in the wood but she didn’t care. All she cares about right now was that her husband’s cock was hitting the right spot.

“Mhm. Talk to me, Willy” Rose told him. It really got her off when he talked to her when they fucked like this. It helped to make her cum faster. “Please, I love it when you talk dirty. You’ve gotten so good at it, baby”

“Yeah?” Willy grunted. “You like being bent over this desk, don’t you? I can tell just by how wet your honeypot is”

“Ah!” Rose squealed when he gave a rough thrust into her. “Oh fuck, Willy. More. Give me more!”

He continued to spew filthy words to her. Rose moaned and whined at every one. She could feel it bubbling in the pit of her stomach and she knew that she was about to peak.

“Willy... I—I—“ She could barely get the word out.

“Are you gonna cum?” Willy asked. He was getting close too. He leaned over, pressing himself against her back. He pushed her hair to the side, and buried his face into her shoulder.

“Come on, my pretty truffle. You can do it. Cum for me. Cover me in that special honey I love so much”

That encouragement from Willy was the final push she needed before her pussy was clenching around his cock and she was gushing all over him.

Willy gave a few more hard thrusts into her. He sang out Rose’s name like a prayer upon his lips as he let his release over take him. Rose could feel his warm cum coating her walls. She turned her head so she could capture Willy’s lips in a heated kiss.

Willy pulled out of her and tucked himself back into his pants. Rose stood up straight and smoothed out the wrinkles that formed on her dress. They had managed to clean themselves up just in time, as Charlie appeared in the doorway soon after.

“Hello Rose, hello Willy” He greeted his sister and brother-in-law. The boy was absolutely clueless as to what had just transpired before he arrived. “Mum wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready if you’re joining”

Rose flashed her dear younger brother a smile. “We’ll be right there, Charlie” Once the boy was out of sight, Rose turned and faced her husband. “Next time, we’re closing the door. We were lucky this time, but Charlie could have walked in at anytime, and we would have left him traumatized”

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #rose and willy #🍫chocolate flowers💐#ns//fw

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