#Smith: I helped you once so you gotta like me now :))))

[sstar-ggirl]

The Charming Man| Neil Lewis x gn!Reader

Mars rants about things: LITERALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH and he’s literally The Smiths coded idc what you mfs gotta say. And his favorite Smiths song is ‘Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now’ because yeah i said so. But in this fic he shades Y/N so much for listening to The Smiths bc he’s a little asshole and I love him.

Warnings: Cursing, Neil being a hater but its playful banter bc him and Y/N are childhood friends, they are in an established relationship of course, eww holding hands, EWWWW KISSING, y/n threatens Neil once but its playful banter and they are joking, pet names both cute and cringey to annoy Neil, they dance in the end bc why not :D! Neil loves the smiths but doesn’t want to admit it.

Word count:798 words

An average boring day in Gumshoe Video and there you stood organizing the tapes and sorting out what needed to be specifically on display for inviting customers, and also because there was an upcoming event for specifically dark detective movies, and he wanted to be prepared beforehand. Your head bobbed along to the song playing in the speakers, slightly swaying your hips to the song. “What she asked of me at the end of the day, Caligula would have blushed.” You were singing along to the song and then low and behold your boyfriend Neil walks in from his office “ Y’know babe I don’t know why you listen to this boring crap; studies show that music will slowly rot your brain as time goes by.” You chuckle in response to this “Neil my love, Shut up. And what study even says that? And so be honest with me Neil, you like The Smiths, and may I add, I caught you nodding along to the song literally 3 days ago.” He looked so shocked and offended at that statement, it was like you told him his movies and store suck. “I do not?? You listen to them so much it gets irritating sometimes and it’s completely normal for a human being to nod along to the sound of music even if they hate it.”  You couldn’t contain yourself now. His face was red as an apple as you continued “Also this is why you love me! I’m not going to ruin your chances of the universe punishing you with eternity because you like a music group that started in England way back in the 80’s.” You jabbed him in the arm playfully. “And this is why I love you Neil, your stupid ass always seems to have a smart-ass opinion on everything I do because Mr. Neil Lewis has to be the king of the world and cinema!” And you both cracked up at the fact that you're actually right about that.

“Can I join you?” He was teasing you now and was walking towards you and placed a hand on the shelf you were organizing. You hand him a tape and continue. Then he says out of nowhere, playing with the tape in his hands instead of helping. "I love it when you’re this opinionated and you think there's nothing bad about you because you're always the leader of everything and you have to get the red crayon.” “Yeah, yeah whatever Neil, continue talking about kindergarten Neil and watch when I clock you again in your fucking nose. On the same spot too!” After that was said, he walked away to sit at the counter and his gaze stood on you. You were humming along to the song and then once you finished you dusted your hands off and walked towards Neil and held his hands swinging them side to side sort of dancing. “What are you even doing Y/N…” “Shh shut up and dance with me.” He tried to pull away, but you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. “No, I don’t-” You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek “Come on please Neil for me, please cupcake” “No Y/N. I refuse.” “Please sweet cheeks.” You had to contain yourself from laughing as he cringed at the name you gave him “What is wrong with you Y/N?” “Come on princess, I’ll cook dinner tonight and we can watch any movie you want even the most unfathomable movies to exist.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine because that offer sounds too irresistible.” You clapped and dragged him away from the counter for more space, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, He rested his arms around your hips and laid his head on top of yours swaying both of you, Neil softly started humming the song ‘The Charming Man’ by The Smiths and your jaw dropped, “So you DO like The Smiths after all!” you looked up at him and he shushed you and put your head back to its previous position, “Shh sweetheart, I was joking with you the whole time, I like some of their songs.” Your eyes rolled at that, but you couldn’t help but blush and feel content with how you two were right now.

Moving your arms to his waist and hugging him tighter you sighed “I love you, Neil Lewis. I love you so much baby.” He moved his head and gave you a kiss and you melted into and eventually pulled away for air. “I love you too Y/N L/N, you're all I need to keep me alive.” And then the moment of passion and cuteness was ruined by a customer walking in. ‘Always at the wrong moments huh?'

[cultofdixon]

No longer the man I once knew

Negan Smith • She/her Pronouns • It’s been years since you’ve seen each other. The last time you talked, he was seeking advice on how to handle scary news like cancer. Now you were face to face with the leader of the Saviors • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Scars / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks • Canon re-written • Fuckton of flashbacks

Requested by: @ravenrose18

“Wow…uhm. Are you okay?”

“I honestly don’t know what to fuckin’ feel in this moment” Negan frowns gripping the bottle in hand a bit too tight. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose her”

“Now don’t think that. Yeah brain cancer is one of the harder ones but you’ve gotta have some hope”

“What hope is there if I’m gonna fucking lose her, Y/N?”

Y/N sighs taking the bottle out of Negan’s hand and chucking it into the bushes. Which didn’t bring out the man’s good side and before he could even think about snapping. She suddenly smacked him in the face and before he could react to that. Y/N grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her.

“Treatment will help. She is doing everything she can to stay alive and all she needs is you in her corner” Y/N states and before he even got another word in she tighten her grasp slightly. “Forget about the slut on the side. Forget about every wrong thing you did up until you found out your wife has cancer. And be there for her”

Negan couldn’t think another thought when Y/N said all of that. All he thought was what he needed to do for Lucille.

~

And he did everything he could. Even in the end of the world.

“Y/N!” Rick yells off the top of his lungs to gain the woman’s attention as her eyes glued onto the few carrying Maggie into the RV. “We need to get to the hilltop now” the worry spilled in his voice as Y/N picked up the pace grabbing her bow along the way before piling into the RV.

Y/N quickly went to Maggie’s side, her best friend in this hellish world, taking her hand into both of hers. Letting her squeeze as hard as she could because of the pain she was currently enduring.

“I’ve gotcha Mags. I’ve gotcha”

“Y/N…” Maggie started to sob even harder than before. “What if I lose the baby…and Glenn isn’t there for me?”

“I’m here. I’m here for you” She reassures as she squeezed her hand. “And you’re not losing this baby. We are going to get to Carson and everything is going to be fine”

“You promise?”

Promises are hard…harder now when every day has more unpredictable possibilities…but hell, she’s going to go back on her own values.

“I promise, Mags. I fucking promise”

And it seemed to all go down hill from there.

Messing with that outpost by killing everyone inside the building. Lead to the “rest” of them surrounding each possible route to the Hilltop. Meaning the group inside the RV eventually had to pack up, get Maggie on a board, and carry her to the Hilltop through the woods.

The plan went smoothly at first…

Then they came crashing down again.

Y/N was leading the way to the hilltop while the others carried Maggie. And when she suddenly stopped, so did the rest of them.

“Y/N what’s—-“

“Well…well…well…” the unnamed man laughs to the small group as his(?) men started to surround the group. “Look at what we’ve got here”

Suddenly the outdoors felt like the surroundings was slowly caving in on themselves. Bringing out the anxiety buried in claustrophobic individuals. Y/N tried reaching for the handgun on her hip when a similar weapon was pressed directly into her head.

“Uh uh little lady. We are gonna take those weapons from yea and get y’all in line” another unnamed man states as he presses the gun harsher until his words got to all of them to surrender their weapons.

Once the weapons were handed over, at least the guns and the bow on Y/N’s back, they were forced to be put in line and on their knees. Even Maggie in her state which didn’t settle well with anybody but it showed on Y/N’s face with the rage she felt in the moment.

When the rest of their group was brought out and joining them in this line up, Y/N did her best to contain herself instead of taking care of the issue by herself. Like she’s get any far without a weapon.

“Let’s meet the man shall we?” Clearly, the one who this…well…

________

“What’s your name?” Rick asks the man the group had detained from meeting his end like the rest of his colleagues did in the outpost.

“Negan”

Negan?

Glenn took notice of how the color left Y/N’s complexion entirely when this stranger they never met before said an old familiar name. Clear to her, this man wasn’t the Negan she knows, and most likely this leader wasn’t either. But she still felt like she was going to faint from the deceleration.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Glenn asks, growing worried for his friend who immediately turned away from everyone throwing up.

“What the fuck just happened?” Daryl scoffs watching Rosita hold Y/N’s hair back to avoid getting vomit in it. “Y/N. What does that name mean to you?”

“Just…” She coughs a bit before straightening up. “Somebody I used to know” she groans slightly, taking the handgun out of her holster and pressing it against the guy’s temple. “Tell us your actual name”

“I ain’t saying SHIT” He hissed and that’s when his radio started to go off.

________

As the man that bears the name every single one of the unknown carries on themselves, the original if you may. He makes his presence known as the new villain in their stories…and boy did it unlock a lot of the past that the group was going to learn about you.

“Pissing our pants yet?” He laughs, god his infectious laugh, caught everyone off guard as the tension grew.

Y/N hasn’t drawn her eyes away from him waiting for the second he looks at her. In hopes something will flip to have this become “an honest mistake” and let them go. Let them take care of her best friend. Her new family.

But he had a completely different feeling when locking eyes with her.

I thought she was dead

She just. Left before the outbreak.

She had a part of this?

I wonder…if she…no

No. I can’t. “One of y’all has to pay for what happened at the outpost” Negan frowns drawing his attention away from Y/N as her whole body tensed when he started pout I h his bat to her family. “One of y’all…has to be the example”

Please…Please don’t Y/N felt her anxiety get the best of her when watching this man she once knew…her best friend from the old world…someone that always had a piece of her heart in the grasp of their hand…was about to kill one them for what they did. But what has he done since they’ve last seen each other?

As eenie, meanie, bullshit seems to be his shtick. Y/N noticed immediately that he would completely ignore her giving her a sense of immunity. But that’s always temporary.

Negan gave one last glance to Y/N, studying her features and watching her a split second before raising his bat about to knock right into Abraham’s skull. The man himself already prepared to meet his end.

But it happened so suddenly. Abraham opened his eyes to find himself on his back and Y/N planted in front of him holding the bat in Negan’s hands letting the blood pour from the barbed wire that embedded itself into her palms.

“Cmon Smith…this ain’t like you”

Suddenly the big bad villain froze as he pulled the bat away hearing the tearing of skin from Y/N’s palms which broke him. But there wasn’t much time to think on how he just hurt someone close to him.

When the gun shot rang through

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“Hey”

Y/N flinches slightly not expecting anybody else at the bus stop at this hour. She immediately looked away in hopes that Negan would walk away if she pretended she didn’t know him.

But the man has always been stubborn. Patient for the most part, but stubborn.

Negan sat beside Y/N looking at their surrounding and no cars anywhere at this time. He wondered himself what time it was but granted, when he got the call, he half expected Y/N to be gone by now.

“Your ma called me. Thinkin’ you were with Lucille and I”

Nothing

“Why didn’t yea tell me yer dad was hitting yea again?”

Y/N didn’t say a single word to Negan, all he heard was the sniffles coming from her when he asked that. She didn’t want to say “yes” out loud or anything in response because it made it real. The bruises were already a reminder of what happened hours before this moment.

“Well…I ain’t letting yea get on a bus and run away from this shit. But I’m also not letting you go home. Your ma ain’t helpin’. Your dad is a fucking bitch. So you’ll stay with Lucille and I.”

“…really?”

“Yeah. I ain’t lettin’ another soul hurt yea”

“Thanks Smith…”

________

Negan dropped his bat to catch Y/N as one of his own decided to shoot her down for stepping out of line. Thankful the shot was in her left side, but given how much blood she already lost to his hand—-he wasn’t going to let this slide.

The way this man threatened their lives was now being gentle with one of their own. He set her down on the floor listening to her hyperventilate and without a word he snapped at his right hand Simon pointing to her. Which meant to take care of her and get the bleeding to stop. He and another he instructed to help took care of Y/N in the moment which lead to confused looks from her group.

“Who did it” Negan frowns slowly reaching for his bat and once he picked it up. His anger spilled. “WHO THE FUCK DID IT”

It didn’t take long for the man who fired the shot to step forward and follow Negan’s gestures for him to step in front of the line up.

“On your knees”

“B—“

“ON YOUR KNEES” He snaps gripping his bat as if he could break it in half with the force. Once the man did and the group continued to have a tense feeling for what he’s about to do, but also if Y/N would make it that night.

“What’s your name?”

“N—“

“No. Your fucking birth name”

“I—Uh. Kyle”

“Well Kyle. Meet your fucking maker” and everyone witnessed what would happened to Abraham if Y/N didn’t step in.

Once the guy was…splattered on the dirt road, Negan knew he had to show them more of that he means business. But the way the color was fading in Y/N’s complexion, his mind went all over the place.

Why the fuck did she have to be a part of this group Negan groans heading toward the RV and tossing his bat inside before approaching the leader, Rick. “You’re comin’ with me. Y’all watch the rest. Make sure they don’t do nothin’. And Simon” he turned back to the situation seeing him apply pressure to the bullet wound. “Take her back to the Sanctuary.”

“No!” Maggie yells watching her best friend get taken by his men as she tried to get up but immediately fell down given her situation. “Please. Please don’t take her”

The leader of the Saviors quietly approached the sobbing brunette crouching to her level.

“If it weren’t for her…I wouldn’t hesitate to kill every single one of you fuckers for what y’all did” as Maggie continued to sob into the dirt, Negan rose to his feet approaching Rick and grabbing the retired sheriff by the hair dragging him to the RV and show their leader he means business in a different way.

Negan shoved Rick into the seat, slamming his hatchet into table before him. He brought himself to the driver’s seat gripping the steering wheel watching the car they loaded Y/N up in, drive away.

You came back

When I’m no longer me

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Negan quietly approaches Y/N’s door about to knock when he realizes the door was open. So with a bit of hesitation he pushes it open and finds most of Y/N’s belongings were gone. His anxiety started to get the best of him as he rummages through the entire room for any sign of where she could’ve went.

But then it was obvious. Negan picked up the letter with his name on it from her desk and slowly sat down on her bed.

You don’t need any distractions when caring for the woman you love. I’ll come back someday…but I have to find myself, by myself.

I love you Smith. Don’t get into any trouble when I’m gone.

Y/L/N

Negan felt the tears come on as he wished she never left. Wished he saw the signs that she was going to.

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Now he wasn’t going to let her go

The pain…wasn’t..unbearable. This felt weird. Nothing like the injuries from running from the prison…or the cannibals.

Y/N slowly wakes in an unfamiliar place and once the confusion settled in. She shot up in the bed seeing her injures were taken care of and that she was attached to an IV. An IV? In this hell? But that didn’t matter anymore. She took it out a bit roughly that would obviously cause blood as she grabs some of the loose gauze from the tray beside her bed to apply pressure.

She didn’t account for how long she has been in the bed or out cold for that matter, that she immediately fell to the ground after getting up.

“Fuck…” Y/N groans as the thud didn’t go unnoticed by the man supposedly guarding her room.

“Shit. You’re awake. Alright. I gotta get the big man but first let me help—-“

“Fuck off” Y/N sighs smacking the hands away when he tried to help her. “Don’t touch me”

“Y-Yes ma’am”

Weird. Y/N frowns helping herself get up and realizing she’s practically naked. “Get the fuck out. I’ll be out in a minute”

After getting the clothes provided to her on, Y/N was lead through the entire place called the Sanctuary. It was creepy even if some parts of the place were “homey”.

“Here we are” the man opens the door to another room letting Y/N in as she tensed even more.

It doesn’t matter if..I know him. I need to leave. Need to see Maggie. Check on my family Y/N frowns examining the place. Even if they’ll never believe my words she sighs knowing this will be difficult to go back to normal.

Y/N quickly turned around when the door opened once more and Negan appeared.

“Hey…”

“Start talking Smith”

“Now come on. I haven’t seen yea in years and—-“

“You’ve murdered a fuckton of people and for what exactly?”

“May I remind you, that your little group ended up in my line up because they murdered a shitton of my people? If y’all didn’t—-“

“Negan Smith fucking explain why you are a goddamn dictator” Y/N snaps not listening to anything more except the obvious elephant in the room. “How could you do this? The stories I’ve heard…the people you’ve killed…the child you killed…what happened to you that lead you to become this monster?”

“I lost Lucille. Lost my home. Lost you. It does a lot to a man”

“Losing me…made you a terrible person?” The hurt in her voice made him regret saying that, but even then he can’t find a way to make what he said even better. “Negan. I don’t know how Lucille died…I have some idea…but I don’t believe she would’ve liked how you turned out for whatever was the turning moment for you”

The way Negan was looking at her made both their anxiety grow. Negan wanted to tell her what happened, what lead to his total change. While Y/N was simply afraid of what he could do or what he did.

“How long was I out?!”

“A few days why—“ Negan was suddenly forced against the door startling the few that thought eavesdropping on the two would be interesting. “Y/N what the—-“

“Did you kill anyone from my family? Did you do something un-fucking-thinkable to the people I care about?!”

“No! Well. One of them was taken here. But the guy I’ve got watching him was instructed not to do anything. For—-“

“If you say for me, I’ll snap you in half. Now tell me. How the fuck you got here” Y/N snaps shoving him back and going to sit on the bed when she felt a pain in her side. “Fuck”

“You—“

“No! Answer my question”

“But you’re bleeding—-“

“Just. Fucking answer. I’ve been through fucking worse” Y/N frowns rising to her feet and approaching the small kitchenette while Negan kept his distance even if every part of him wanted to help.

I understand…Grief brings out of a lot of emotions. Rick was definitely scary when Lori died the way that she did. Hell he went through his own darkness. But he never killed in the way Negan did.

“You need to let my friend go…” Y/N frowns lifting her shirt slightly to press the towel against her bleeding bandage. “And let me go.”

“I can’t do that”

“Smith…”

“Please.” Negan begged. He never did that. He cautiously stepped closer watching her not resent his advance. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve got you back”

“Then change”

If only it was that simple.

Negan had told their group he would visit in a week to collect half of their belongings. But since having Y/N, he didn’t care per se. He still had his men do check ins to make sure they were still collecting enough to provide for the Saviors…but he never went himself to collect. Which lead to an uncomfortable conversation.

“No. You can’t just let that happen”

“Ever since she left with them, he’s never threatened us. With himself at least” Rick states crossing his arms. “We’ll need to get Daryl back and then—-“

“Then get Y/N back” Maggie snaps almost immediately given the conversation was simply leaving Y/N with Negan who has a short fuse and anything could happen to the girl. She wasn’t about to lose her best friend to a mad man.

Even if Y/N was conflicted with her own decision.

“What are you doing here?” Dwight questions Y/N’s presence by the cells. He immediately noticed the black dress she was given after being there for a few weeks. “You’re one of the main guy’s wives. You have to stay in your designated—-“

Y/N socked Dwight in the face as he stumbled back holding his nose from the bullseye shot she landed.

“Leave.”

“I’ll tell—-“

“I don’t give a fuck” Y/N snaps taking the keys off his person watching him leave and she knew this felt rather easy. Is Negan doing what she wants…except for what she actually wants.

When the door opened and Y/N saw the state w that Daryl was in. Her heart shattered.

“He’s a lair” Referring to the fact that when he said he won’t hurt anyone she cares about. “Let’s go D”

“That easy? Seriously?” Daryl scoffs. “What are you to this guy?” He winces when he rose to his feet and Y/N kept a look out before leading the way to an exit.

“He…” He still is. “used to be someone very important to me”

“What like an ex-lover?” Daryl quickly pulled Y/N back into a corridor when he heard footsteps approaching. “Was he always an egotistical bastard?”

“He had his moments” She whispers looking at the floor as Daryl felt tense for a moment, knowing the second they are out of there he would ask her to come with him. Go back to their group…their family…but this is the first time he could actually read her. He’s known her for years and she’s kept a good front, even when moments she would want to fall apart.

“Merle was a bastard his whole life”

“As you’ve said” Y/N went to check for their window and once they had it, Daryl took her wrist before she lead the way.

“But he still did some good. Now I don’t want yea to stay here. I really don’t want you to give your life up just to keep a bastard from hurting your family.” Daryl frowns letting go of her as she brought herself close once more giving the archer a sad look on her face. “Do what you need to do”

Of course Y/N got and took the blame for Daryl escaping. But she wasn’t punished and wasn’t given a public punishment like Negan usual does. Which lead to an uprising finally happening. The residence had enough of Negan’s rules and were thankful to Y/N that they even suggested a change in leadership.

“You’ve changed me”

“Just from existing? Never thought that would be possible” Y/N frowns watching the people pack up their belongings that were rightfully theirs and some of her own group split everything between the communities that the Saviors took from, at least the ones still standing.

“When you lived with me in the old world, you made me a better person. Made me a better partner” Negan frowns knowing that his demise will be met very soon given the window people are given. “I just never thought I’d be losing you again even when I—-“

“Who says you’re losing me? I just got you back. The you I once knew.” Y/N states watching Negan’s features relax. “Yeah we are gonna be running for the rest of our lives because you’ll be hunted…but at least I know my family is safe”

“But aren’t I just causing problems by keeping you from your family? The family…you’ve always wanted?”

“I had the family I’ve always wanted. I lost Lucille and I saved you.” Y/N sighs gripping the string of her bow as it wraps around her front. “You’ll have to repay me with time, Smith”

“I can do that…”

[florawsworld]

Halloween tradition

Per-apocalypse! Negan x reader

Summary: watching a scary movie with your boyfriend turns into something else.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+,jerking off.

The doorbell rang and you opened the door, there were children dressed up in front of the door. "Trick or treat" the children shouted in unison "You look all so cute dressed up" you gave every child a handful of candy

The children walked away happy with the candy they had received.

You closed the door behind you and walked into the kitchen where Negan was preparing snacks for movie night.

You didn't do much together on Halloween, just one tradition and that was watching a horror movie.

"How are the snacks going?" you ask as you stand next to him at the kitchen island."I'm almost done, I just have to put the popcorn in the microwave" Negan answers when he has some drinks ready.

"I'll take this to the living room." You grab two glasses of drinks and just as you turn around to go to the living room, Negan slaps you on the ass. You jump up a bit and smile and walk to the living room.

Negan walks over with a bowl of popcorn and sets it on the coffee table. He sits down on the couch. The living room is lit with candles and Halloween decorations.

He looks at your ass as you stand over looking for a movie "can you find it"

"Yes! I have one" you are holding a DVD of scream.

"Honey, we watch that every year" he grabs some popcorn and puts some in his mouth.

"Yes, I know, but that's exactly why we have to watch it because it's tradition." You put the DVD in the DVD player and sit next to Negan.

“You and your traditions” he grins and puts an arm around you.

When the movie is all in progress. You get scared at a scene.negan pulls you into his chest to protect you."just try to relax baby just focus on me" you press your head in his chest.

"Is the scene over?" He glance at you rubbing your back as the scene finishes."oh yeah it is over god dam that was scary, i almost jumped meself". He says this with a chuckle,trying to clam you.

You keep your head to his chest and wath the movie agian. As you keep watching you get scared again." Jesus christ baby do they really keep scary you like this?" He say this laughing to get your mind off the scene.

"Dont laugh at me" you say in a playfull tone." I cant help it you scare so goddame easy. You have scine this movie so many times. it hard to not make fun off you" he says while pocking you a little in your arm.

You push him playfully he chuckles as you push him back.

"Oh so now your a little toughie huh?he says this with a laugh pushing you back aswell.

" You know what means y/n now we gotta werstle! I'II show you show whose boss around here.

You laugh and dare him "show me "

"Oh i most certainly will baby!"he gets of the couch and grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "Just so you know baby it's about to get rough.

He starts to run around the room with you over his shoulder and start play wrestling tosling you back on the couch stoftly and laying next to you laughing.

You laugh as well "now it is my turn"You climb on top of him and press your lips against his. You kiss him aggressively. His arms wrapping around you kiss more aggressively

"I see it all, you want to show me how rough you can be" you nod and pull your t-shirt over your head and throw it aside. He wants to take off your bra but you push him back "not yet, you have to be patient" he also takes off his t-shirt and you undo his belt "it's my turn first"

You pull his pants down to his ankles you see his length hard in his boxers you lean forward and pull off his boxers with your teeth. Negan looks at you in admiration no matter how long you have been together he has never seen you like this

Once his boxers are off, you take his length in your hand and stroking him. He groaned with every movement of his hand. After a moment you stop and take off your bra, crawling over him. Negan takes your breast in his mouth licking your hard nipple.

He rolls you under him and pulls your pants and panties out of your waist in one go. He moves his hands over your body and licks every part of you.

You feel the tip of his length touching your entrance you whisper in his ear "i need you inside of me" he smirks and brings his big cock inch by inch onside you until he fills you completely.

You moan digging your nails in his back "your so big negan" you moan out. " i know baby" he thrust inside you hard and rough. Kissing you jawling. You wrap your legs around his waist meeting him in place the tip of cock hitting your g spot.

You move your fingers to your clit rubbing to get you closer ro your orgasm. Negan moves your fingers away. " i want to make you cum" he touch your clit.

"negan im gonna a cum"you moan loud" yes baby cum over my cock.

Negan! You moan his name as your orgasm feels your body. He buries his face in your neck. He groans in your ear and cums deep inside you. You feel his cum feel your walks.

He pulls out of you and laysdown pulling you over to him putting your head on his chest.

"We should make this a Halloween tradtion" he says out of breath.

[mellylari]

I promised myself I’d do this so here it is. The Ninja ranked by how well I would think of them if was an employee working at a ninjago city supermarket:

Cole - the kindest customer. The favorite customer. Caught me purchasing a cake for myself and now we’ve started sharing recipes/bakeries we like every time he comes in. Once caught the boss yelling at one of the teens and started throwing hands. Motm convinced me Cole would absolutely be pro-unions and workers rights, okay? I can’t explain it but you gotta trust me. 10/10 would help me unionize.

Lloyd - The only reason he’s in second place instead of Zane is that I feel like he’d have the vibe of a kid whose not used to shopping on their own and wants to make a good impression. Like he’d put his items on the conveyor belt, all of which being candy, and when I tell him his total he would spend like a minute or two thumbing through his wallet because he wanted to give exact change. And if he takes longer than like 10 seconds he starts apologizing profusely and the only reason it isn’t annoying is because you can feel the 12-year-old-energy coming off him in waves.

Zane - Yes, he would be the most well behaved ninja to check out. But I think he’d be too well behaved. A completely average customer ignoring the nindroid part. I’d recognize him as a regular, but our interactions would be so minuscule that I’d never think any more of him than just ‘customer’. I probably don’t even realize who he is sometimes, until one of the other ninja show up with him and I go ‘oh shit it’s the white ninja.’

Nya - I think 9 times out of 10 when we interact, it’s just a very normal transaction tbh. Like maybe sometimes she’ll mention being a ninja, or she’ll come in fresh from a fight, but most of the time it’s just eh. She’s okay. BUT. but. There’s going to be one time she comes in, one time she goes shopping, where she just goes ape shit. Maybe one of other customers said something, or maybe it was a bad day, I couldn’t tell you. But there’s going to be a time where she gets so pissed off that she knocks over an entire shelf, and she gets suspended from the store for a month.

Jay - I couldn’t tell you what it is, but jay feels like The Annoying Customer. Like the kind of guy who keeps telling you about his political opinions despite you not asking for them, and since you’re not legally allowed to get into politics on the clock you just have to sit and fume whenever he says some bullshit. He also seems like the kind of guy to hold up the line because he noticed you had Prime Empire merch and really wants to let you know he was Super Star Rocking Jay, and saved everyone from the game that one time.

Kai - Kai Jiang-Smith is my favorite ninjago character, I swear he is, but I would hunt him for sport if I ever had to deal with him in a work setting. As far as I’m aware he’s the only character we’ve ever seen in a convenience store, and the one I can say for certain I would have a violent hatred for. I cannot express to you how much cashiers do not, in fact, like being flirted with on the clock. It does not change when a celebrity does it. We are tired and hungry and immune to your advances. If Kai fucking Smith, with his verified blue checkmark looking ass, came into my store during my 9-5, and started hitting on me, I would become the next seasons villain. Not to mention he’d do the same thing Jay would, where he’d want to make you very aware that he is the red ninja and he’s saved the city so so so many times. Not to get like a discount, he just loves to gloat.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Heyy you already know who it Is

Give me a winged reader in toh rn😡😡😡 (either black bat wings or angle like black wings bc I'm emo)

-lavender

Omfg the fact your on call with me while asking this is so emo of you. But since you my wife I gotta give these hcs🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄.

Toh+winged reader

They them prounouns.

Warnings: small swearing, small attack and mention of blood.

First off holy hell your wings are breathtaking.

Your long black angel like wings are always the sight of attention when you walk in the room.

The way the feathers shine and the way they look fluffy has always made people wonder.

But with the owl house fam they absolutely love them.

King will get to hot and all you have to do is flutter your wings just a small amount and he gets cooled down.

Who knew the titan would be falling asleep behind you as you cooled his small body down.

Once someone tried to go after Luz and she didn’t see it till it was about to hit her, but then your wings shadowed her figure and you grabbed the weapon.

She was forever grateful you came right in time.

You and eda bond over both of you having wings.

However after your attack the person who went after Luz you didn’t see the person standing behind you and you felt a sharp pain in your wing.

You had been stabbed, you ran off into the owl house.

Everyone saw the blood dripping off of your wing, Lilith ran to you urging you to sit down while she cleaned it up.

After getting bandaged you were told your wing was gonna need a couple of days for it to heal but other wise you’ll be fine.

After the days were over you felt alive again.

Lilith will help you with the preening sometimes.

“Luz get a trash bag for their feathers please”. She ordered the girl.

“Here you go, does it hurt when you gotta get your wings preened”?

Luz asked sitting on the table.

“Not to much it’s actually very relaxing”. You respond to her question.

You fly Hooty around sometimes.

King also likes when he gets to fly with you.

Eda and Lilith fly beside you sometimes and you have a race to see who flys the fastest.

You and eda win most times.

When someone threatens Luz or king your wings puff up and hold them behind you.

“Leave them alone or else I will take you down right here right now”. You say your eyes glaring.

The person steps down most times.

And when they don’t you pick them up and fly off and return to king and Luz.

“Where did they go”? King asked and you smirked.

“The knee”.

You spy on smith and luz when they go on a date sometimes.

You haven’t got caught yet.

[mysweetgirl2-love]

You Exude “Commanding” - Erwin Smith x Reader (softtober prompt #2)

wOOOOW, LOOK WHO FINISHED TWO ONESHOTS IN A DAY LMAOOO!!!

I'm honestly shocked I got this done in a couple of hours, so I apologize if it makes no sense. Regardless, I really had a fun time writing the Section Commander for my fellow readers hehe.

Here is Prompt #2: Possessive

I will say, this was less possessive and more him cherishing you? Very soft, and silly. Especially for a universe like Attack on Titan.

Please enjoy!!

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You Exude “Commanding” - (Possessive) Erwin Smith x Reader 

(Everyone is of age in this oneshot, since it’s before the timeskip. Just a heads up!) 

Of all days, of course the Commander chose today to eat with his soldiers. Of all days, of course spunky Jean Kirstein had to choose today to be annoying about where you were going to sit, and with who. Of all days, maybe today was the day you should’ve opted for resting in bed all day.

Irritated with a sigh, you slouched over to hide your face from the leaders entering the dining hall—one in particular scanning over the cadets looking for a certain soldier. You knew who, and you wished you could disappear.

“Chill, dude,” ah, yes, the forever helpful words from horse-face, “I don’t know why you get so worked up when the Captain’s invite the Commander to dinner.”

You wanted to shut him up, but shutting him up would cause a scene—and there was nothing worse than risking attention at this moment. 

“For once would you just can-it, asshole?” You whisper in a sneer, Jean finding your reaction enticing. You could see the overbearing smirk from the corner of your eye, you almost wished it blinded you.

“Uh-oh, poking a nerve?” He chided back, and suddenly the stakes didn’t seem as drastic. 

“Quit it, Jean.” Eren spoke up from behind you, taking his usual spot at your side. “You know better than to antagonize them right now.”

“And, what’s it to you, Yeager? Gotta thing for em’, or something?”

“Why do you always go straight to assuming people have crushes on each other?! It’s weird, horse-face!” 

You groaned and slouched even further so that the front of your face pressed into the table. No longer needing to worry if your presence would bring the unwanted attention you so desperately wanted to avoid—these two idiots would bring it right to you! 

“Guys, stop…!” You heard Armin whine from across the you three, “You’re being too loud—“

“I told you, quit calling me horse-face, dickwad!” Jean shouted over Armin, and the barricade of keeping your head low and eyes down, at last, crumbled.

“Is there a problem?” The sterner voice of one of the captain’s tutted from directly behind you. Chills ran down your spine, regardless if the correcting tone was directed at you or not. Him being here was what caused you the most dread.

“No! Not at all, sir!” Armin’s voice squeaked as both idiots beside you remained silent. You could only imagine the dazed look on their faces, noting it served them right.

“Yeah, you sure about that?—“ 

“Leave them be, Levi.” 

Your heart jumped at the sudden interruption of your captain, your worst fears officially sparked to life. 

There was no denying it, and even if it wasn’t you so clearly standing out to him, he would always eventually end up somewhere around you. 

Commander Erwin stood towering over you and your friends, observing each with a stern and unreadable expression. He met each and every nervous stare in his presence until he finally tilted his head down and laid eyes on you. Head still on the table, face still out of sight. 

He gave a light chuckle, and as Levi’s irritation caused chills, Erwin’s laughter made it feel like your stomach bottomed out into your feet, and lay there unattainable.

Before you could react, finally cower upwards and greet the man in question, a large hand gently laid on your shoulder, warm fingers pressing into your jacket that you could feel their heat through the thicker material. You shivered, Erwin’s smile gently grew.

He spoke your name in a softer tone, noticeably lighter than how he’d greeted the others. “Are you alright?”

You shot up, no longer letting your fear convince you that you could escape this by hiding. Little late for that now. Over your shoulder, you timidly grin in the direction of the Commander.

“A-Afternoon, sir,” You politely hum, hoping it was just a hello and nothing more. He merely nodded in response, the silence hanging too long for your liking. “…Nice weather we’re having, yeah?”

Erwin let another rumble of laughter resonate in his chest, Levi scoffing out beside him. You met the Captain with a soft frown, his eye’s reading “pathetic”. You didn’t need him to mentally relay that message to you. You knew.

“Yes, I’d say so.” Erwin finally replied, your attention ultimately brought back to him. “Does that mean you were thinking of going for a walk this afternoon?”

The whole table—no. The room had to be focusing on you both at this point, and you wished you could just disappear from in front of them. Erwin always made a show about visiting the cadets in the afternoons, almost every other day felt similar to this. All at your expense, you’d argue. 

“…” You frowned awkwardly, your mouth bunching up into a tight frown, “Can’t… say I was… why?”

“Ah,” Erwin tilted his head gently on its side, “Do you mind joining mine, then?”

Oh, great. Of course.

Knowing you didn’t really have the option of forgoing the offer, you reluctantly hoisted yourself back onto your two legs, “Would you be wanting to go now?”

“I mean, if you insist,” he hummed, stepping aside to let you step out from your seat on the bench.

You were a little stunned to see him so easily flip the situation like you were the eager one wanting to be with him. But, not wanting to read as dumbfounded as you were, you quickly stepped away from Jean and Eren to quickly head for the hall’s exit. Not looking back to wait for your head of the Survey Corps, ready to give him a piece of your mind once outside in the confines of privacy.

People definitely got the idea now if they hadn’t already assumed in the past. 

You, joining the Scouts with a handful of your comrades from the Cadet Corps, caught Erwin off guard. He wasn’t expecting someone like you to come waltzing so easily into a dangerous situation like this, someone so kind and determined. He liked your nature, your tenacity, and the fact you were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes.

So, he approached you, not entirely with the intent of wooing you over—but who were you to not be falling head over heels for the massive, 6’3 Commander of the Scouting Regiment? You were only as strong as your will, and when it came to attractive men? Please. 

What started as an endearing friendship, to no one’s surprise, turned to more. You would spend free time’s together, make him tea late into the night when he’d need a pick-me-up with paperwork, him providing secretive hugs and invitations to his quarters where you’d be able to lay and tell him everything about your day. You always made it feel like a story to him, and though he were a man damned to hell with the choices he forced upon others, he was forever grateful to find some reconciliation with you. If he could help it, he would never let a thing happen to you. 

As long as the thing happening to you wasn’t just him. 

You threw the doors open to the outside of the base, walking out into the dry grass and turning on your heel to face the building. Arms over your chest, you impatiently tapped your foot as you started your fit. Erwin eventually emerged from the doorway, the same light and warm smile pulled up on his face. You grumbled in its presence, rolling your eyes away.

“You couldn’t have been, I don’t know, less dramatic in there?”

“Whatever do you mean, sweetheart?” He sighed, taking long steps to eventually stand at your side in the field, “Asking you for an evening’s walk? I’d hardly call that dramatic.”

“Making a scene in the dining hall, in front of all my peers?” You glare bitterly in his direction, your hand flashing up and poking angrily at his arm, “That is arguably a dramatic circumstance, with what you were trying to pull!”

“So… you’re not wanting to go on this walk, is that?”

“Unbelievable!” 

Erwin didn’t stop the free laughter that erupted from his chest at how silly he found your behavior. Your glower only intensified, and he gave you a wide grin.

“I only want to spend time with my partner…” he spoke softer now, his arm reaching around and pulling you closer into his side, “Is that such a punishable crime?”

Wanting to so desperately cling to your irritation, his softened tone and wishing nature broke through your channeling of Captain Levi, and you exasperatingly sighed in defeat.

“…You’re impossible.”

“No. I’d like to call myself ‘in love,’.” He corrected, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your forehead.

You leaned lightly into his lips, surrendering to him and all he stood for, now, in your life. 

“You’re a sap.”

He only hummed in response, kissing again at your head before leaning back and rubbing at where his hand still held against your arm.

For such a life that you both had, living in bleak times where the fate of humanity more likely was clinging to its last thread, having one another was proving its blessing. You didn’t believe in a god when monsters like the Titans roamed Earth… but your Commander had to have been sent by some outer being. He was incredible in how he conducted himself, and though he never loved speaking on his behalf, you knew him to be an extraordinary thinker. Most definitely a romantic.

“The sun looks lovely on the horizon…” You followed his words towards the skyline, demeanor further softening.

“You make a good point,” you turn into him and place your weight against him, “I’m glad we’re still able to see it like this behind the walls…”

It went quiet after that, and you found it to be comfortable this time around. The wind rustling at leaves in the trees around you both, birds quietly chirping somewhere off in the distance, the world was letting you live in its beauty. A rare moment in the Scout Regiment.

“Are your friends really that intimidated by me?” Erwin suddenly asked, you perking at how insecure he sounded and turning up further with a humored snort.

“What?”

“The scouts—when I walked over earlier. They seemed so…” he gave you an uncertain frown, shrugging against your side, “reserved.”

“Pft, sure.” You begin to giggle in response, “That’s a way to put it.”

“Oh? Which means…?”

“Of course they’re intimidated by you, dum-dum.” His eyes widened at the nickname, you couldn’t believe you had called him it either. But, not letting yourself get held up, you innocently leaned your head towards his shoulder, marveling in his direction, “You are their Commander.”

“Well—Yes. But, I don’t want them to feel that way.” He frowned, insecurity written across his features, “Not all the time.”

You gave him an uncertain, sheepish smile, not knowing if your answer was what he was wanting to hear.

“I don’t know if it can entirely be helped.”

He turned back, a smile again pulling at his lips that held a sadder element than anything you’d seen today. You couldn’t feel bad, though, you too followed in line with how to feel about the Commander—regardless of this found relationship which had blossomed between you both over time. 

“Ah, you really think so?”

“Well…” you pondered for a moment,  “you do exude ‘commanding’…” 

Erwin’s face paused, staring a little in disbelief down at you, before he broke out into another warming and hearty fit of laughter. You grinned too, giggling along with his laughter as you both found your labeling of him incredible ironic. Not wrong, but it was funny to put his title as an adjective to describe him. At the very least, he definitely seemed to appreciate it.

“Haha! Oh, please, sweetheart,” he chortled, leaning closer in your direction, “you flatter me.”

Letting your laughter eventually fold into light snickering, you sighed before gently reaching a hand up to his face. Your thumb ghosting over his accentuated cheekbones, further tracing to the overly-defined bridge of his nose. His sculpted figure under your touch always made your heart leap, and you could see his lids had lowered while he undoubtedly admired you tracing against him.

“Please, what else am I good for?”

“Oh, well, we can stand out here for the rest of the night if you’d like to hear my answer.” He pushed his face closer, your hand forced to move towards the back of his head where your fingers mindlessly played with the ends of his hair. It drove him wild. “The list goes on, my love.”

“Mmm, well maybe we should save it for another time…” You suggested in a tease, grins pulling at both your cheeks as you mirrored the other. “One of these days, maybe you can then do the talking instead of I in the dead of night?”

“If that’s what you would like to hear,” He was almost purring, and your chest was tight with anticipation, “who am I to say no?”

“I wish you’d offer yourself as a topic instead…” You suggested softly, hushed tones intertwining you two.

Erwin only hummed in response, his head dipping down while the tip of his nose pressed against the base of your throat, breathing you in. “Mmm… maybe another time.”

“Darn,” You shivered in the wake of his touch and breath dancing across his skin, “…I always hope for a yes.”

“Someday, soon…” he prompted, soft kisses dancing up the front of your throat, going to the base of your jaw, “but, you’re much more intriguing, I have to remind you.”

“You need to drop that…” you whined, pressing your hands into his triceps in holding yourself up, “it’s not even true—“

“It most definitely is.” He gave one more lasting kiss at your jaw, leaning back and letting your head fall forward. You pouted up to him and he shortly exhaled through his nose, bending closer again and pressing the lightest of kisses to your actual lips. “You just have to trust me.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself into his chest and holding yourself delicately in place, “I usually do…”

Erwin brought his arms around your waist, pulling you in and tucking you further against him. Protective, he wanted to always keep you close. Hence the scene in the dining hall, because he entirely knew what he was doing, but beyond that would use any and all excuses to keep you near. In or out of battle, even if keeping you way might put you out of harm—he would prefer you close. You were important, too important at this rate. And holding your trust? Nothing sounded more perfect in his mind.

“Good.” He whispered, “I’m glad.”

The wind rustled the leaves again, Erwin reflecting out towards the sun. All was right with you in his arms, nothing would change that to him. He found purpose in you, and he would be as “commanding” as he needed to in order to preserve this purpose at his side. No matter what it took.

[sevi007]

So I’ve been working my new job – an IT-support hotline, well, okay, a very limited category of IT-support, only for the products our company offers – for three months now and just realized I never rambled about it on here, so.

Have some funny outtakes from hours and hours of phone calls (and one kind of sad one):

   Customer: “Fair warning, miss – I’m an old man, so explaining all this computer stuff to me will take a while!”

Me: “Alright then, fair warning back – I’ve only been working this job for three months now, so might be that we have to figure out some stuff as we go.”

Customer: “HAH, what a pair we make!”

   Waiting to see if the problem is now fixed

Customer: “We should do a prayer circle or something. You got any candles?”

Me: “A prayer circle with only two people is kind of pathetic, no?”

Customer: “Well, yeah, with that attitude for sure!”

Me: “So sorry to ruin the moment!”

 Same Customer, half an hour later, problem fixed: “Thank GOD – is there some kind of feedback chart I can fill out for you? You’re getting gold stars all over.”

Me: “Even though I didn’t do a prayer circle with you?”

Customer: “I will let it slide this once. Gold stars all around.”

   Customer: “Welp, since we gotta wait until that software does its job – might have to flirt with each other to pass the time.”

Me, as ace as they freaking come: “Wrong address for that, sir. I can ask a colleague to take over for me though?”

   Customer: “Has anybody ever told you that you have such a nice, calming voice? I mean. I feel like I’m drinking a sleeping draught, here.”

Me: “That makes me sound like I’m boring you to sleep.”

Customer: “If I start snoring, don’t be offended, that’s a compliment.”

   Customer: “I’ve been kicked out of the call for no reason for the fourth time today!”

Me: “Oh. Want to see how far we get in trouble shooting before it kicks you again?”

Customer starts laughing so loudly I have to take the phone away from my ear. “Miss, I like the attitude!”

(He did get kicked out three more times, but we fixed his problem)

   Angry Customer, as soon as I pick up the phone: “Oh, no, no!”

Me: “Sir? What is the-…”

Customer: “No, I want a man on the phone. Get me one of your colleagues on the phone!”

At that point I had already been warned that computers and stuff are still considered a “man’s job” for some people, so sometimes, there’s the rare customer who does not a woman helping him. I had been advised to just hand the call over. Me, perplexed dork that I am, just blurt out: “Would it help you if I talked with a deeper voice, or…?”

Let’s say HE was not happy, but my colleague nearby burst out laughing so hard he had to skip the next phone call.

   Customer: “… and so I told your colleague he has to pass me over to you, Miss Sevi, because you already know I’m a hopeless case!”

Me: “Mister Smith, we talked about this – no badmouthing my favourite customer, please.”

Customer: “I’m literally calling you every two days with another problem.”

Me: “Yea, and it makes my day. So hush. Let’s fix your problem now.”

   Customer, super nice elderly lady: “I like talking to you, you know. You’re so kind and patient.”

Me: “Aw, thank you. You’re also a very nice customer.”

Customer: “You know. You remind me a lot of my granddaughter.... I miss her every day.”

Me, after an “aw fudge” moment: “Ma’am? Do you maybe want to call again?”

Customer: “Can I? Not too often, I know you’re busy of course-…”

Me: “I will find the time. Just ask for me, okay?”

(We have been talking once a week now. Like, ten minutes, just talking about her day, or some funny moments I had in the office, but she seems to love it. I haven’t told my boss, so shhhh)

[callsign-joyride]

Don't Fear The Reaper - Chapter Three

Description: Weird things start happening around the camp. You start putting the pieces together.

Content warnings: For the fic; violence with a knife, blood, death, gore, sexual themes, drug use. For this chapter; blood, animal death, gore, descriptions of a dead animal, fear.

Pairing: Daisy Jones & The Six x OC Donna Smith

Series Masterlist Playlist Taglist Previous Chapter

June 13, 1978 All of the kids huddled in the mess hall as The Phantom Tollbooth played on the projector. You were originally going to go swimming at night but rain was in the forecast and none of you wanted to risk it. You had made it about twenty-five minutes into the movie before Astrid walked up to Daisy and asked if she could take her to the bathroom. Karen and Graham were in the kitchen, pouring M&M’s into disposable bowls when you all heard a loud bang from somewhere outside.

“What was that?” Camila asked.

“I don’t know. Probably fireworks,” Billy said.

“Dude, we’re in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. I don’t think that was a firework,” Warren said.

“Let’s just stop talking about it, okay? You’re gonna scare the kids,” you said. Warren nodded his head and put his arm over your chair. You didn’t pay any attention to the fact that he nestled his face into your neck. Daisy and Astrid came back in and Daisy looked freaked out.

“You guys heard that, too, right?”

She felt relieved when you all nodded your heads, but Karen said that you weren’t going to talk about it in front of the kids. Once the movie was over, you and Camila stayed to clean up as rumbles of thunder could be heard. You were standing on the deck of the mess hall and talking, but Camila kept on looking at something behind me.

“Someone’s about to come and scare me, right? That’s why you keep on looking over my shoulder?”

“No… I think there’s something in front of the art cabin.”

You swiftly turned around and you could see the faint outline of something under the dim porchlight by the door of the cabin. You started to run over to your cabin to check it out, and Camila was trying to keep up with you. She came to a screeching halt right as you did, nearly crashing into you in the process. The sight made you feel overcome with nausea as you shined your flashlight on it.

“Stay here. I’m gonna go get Warren and Billy,” you said, with your voice barely above a whisper. 

You frantically knocked on the door and Warren stood there in a Star Wars shirt and basketball shorts.

“Woah, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. The roof of your mouth was beginning to feel dry.

“There’s… There’s something at my cabin. I need your help.”

“Okay. Alright, kids. I’ve gotta go help Miss Donna with something but I’ll be back. I’m turning off the lights now and I want you all asleep by the time I get back.”

“Is she okay?” One of the little boys asked. Warren didn’t say anything as he turned off the light and walked out into the warm night air. You grabbed Bily from his cabin and anxiously walked to Camila. As soon as Warren saw what it was, he pulled you behind him.

“What is it?” Billy asked.

“I think it’s a dead deer. It looks like it was shot first but the head is obviously gone,” Camila said. Billy stepped forward and crouched down to swipe his fingers on the blood-soaked wood.

“This is fresh. I’ll go get Graham and Eddie. We’re moving it now so that the kids don’t see.”

“But the-,”

“We’ll scrub off the porch. Maybe put a rug over it for now. Donna, it’s okay. Warren, can you take them back? I don’t know how long this’ll take.”

Warren nodded his head and took your hand. Camila followed shortly behind, but none of you said anything. Billy, Graham, and Eddie dragged the deer behind the cabin and threw a tarp over it. It was too dark to be able to see the blood on the porch so Billy went inside of the cabin in search for a rug that was big enough to cover the stain for now. In between the floor boards, there was what looked like a folded up piece of paper. Graham bent down to pick it up, and his heart sank at what the message said. When Billy came back outside with a large rug, Graham passed him the note with shaky hands.

“Probably just some stupid prank. Everyone knows what happened back in 48.”

Warren walked you into your room and closed the door as you sat on the bed to take your shoes off. You put a tank top on and sat next to him with your head on his shoulder. The anxiety from what you had seen was finally starting to pass. Warren had his hand on your thigh as Because The Night by Patti Smith started to play on the clock radio. This time, your heart wasn’t beating from fear or anxiety, it was beating from excitement as Warren put a hand on your cheek and slowly moved closer to you. 

You were interrupted when Camila knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response.

“Sorry! I didn’t know you two were… Nevermind. I was gonna ask if I could eat some of your ice cream.”

“Yeah, go ahead. But you really didn’t need to open my door like that.”

Camila nodded her head and closed the door. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you turned to Warren.

“Uh, I should probably go. We both need to sleep and someone’s gonna need to clean out the pool in the morning. Just try and get some sleep, okay?”

You nodded and watched Warren leave before closing your window and turning the fan on. You could barely sleep. When you were able to keep your eyes closed long enough to welcome sleep, nightmares about the dead deer and the slasher from thirty years ago haunted you. Deciding that you’d just have to deal with being tired, you gave up on the idea of sleeping at around four in the morning. It was noticeable at breakfast when you almost fell asleep over your bowl of cereal.

“Donna, you good? You seem exhausted,” Daisy said.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t really sleep last night, is all.”

“You know you can go and take a nap, right? We’re gonna take the kids to play kickball so you won’t be bothered,” Warren said.

“I’ll be fine, I just need another cup of coffee.”

Everyone took your word for it and you all walked out to the scout cabins after cleaning up from breakfast. Camila had to stay in the nurse’s cabin in case one of the kids got hurt but she gave you her camera to take pictures of everyone having fun. The game went well, and Billy showed all of the kids how to do archery before sitting with you and Eddie. None of you were paying attention to the blocked off trail, but you didn’t think that you needed to. That was until you heard a shriek and saw Astrid running out of there with tears rolling down her face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as she ran up to you.

“There was a man back there and I followed him and then he scared me! Miss Donna, I wanna go home!” You immediately gave her a hug and stood up.

“I’ll take you to Miss Camila and she’ll check you out, okay? I’ll call your parents later and we’ll see if we can get you home. I think we’re having s’mores again tonight.”

“Will you be at the s’mores?”

“I don’t know, sweetie. I’ve gotta call your parents and see if anyone else wants to go home, but we’ll see.”

“I’m not allowed to be there when you call my parents?”

“I don’t think so. This is a pretty serious situation so it’s going to be a grown-ups only conversation. But I’ll let you know what they say. Let’s walk back to the camp, okay? Eddie, do me a favor and see if there’s someone back there who shouldn’t be.”

You ended up having to carry Astrid back to the camp. She genuinely seemed frightened, but you wouldn’t have minded if she felt too tired to walk. When you walked into the infirmary, Camila stood up and walked over to Astrid to ask her what was going on. As she told her story a second time, Camila glanced up at you and sighed.

“Come sit over here. Miss Donna is gonna get you a popsicle and bag of chips, okay?”

Eddie walked over to the trail and stepped over the neon orange “DO NOT CROSS” tape. He walked about 100 yards into the trail and stopped to look around for a moment. Billy and Karen kept an eye on the area until he came back a few minutes later.

“I didn’t see anyone. What if she’s lying?” He asked. Warren got up and walked over to him.

“I don’t think she is.”

“Come on, man. She’s a kid. Kids lie. I didn’t see anyone or anything that seemed out of place. She probably just needed an excuse to go home.”

“She looked terrified, so either she’s really good at believing her own lie or she actually saw someone back there. He could’ve run away or something, y’know. It’s not impossible.”

Astrid finally calmed down after she ate her popsicle. Camila said that physically, she was fine. She was obviously pretty freaked out, but before you left, she tugged on your arm and looked at you and Camila.

“Am I gonna be in trouble? I know I wasn’t supposed to go back there and I’m sorry,” she said.

“Oh, no, you won’t be in trouble. We’ll make sure of it and I’ll make sure this never happens again. Do you wanna go back to kickball or do you wanna go and color a picture in my cabin?”

“Color a picture.”

The other kids kept on asking if Astrid wass okay on the walk back to the camp. No one really knew what to say. Astrid seemed to want to stay with you for the rest of the day, eating lunch and dinner at the same table as you and the other counselors. A few other kids walked up to you during clean up saying that they also wanted to go home. Everyone was freaked out after what happened with Astrid. 

While they were eating s’mores and singing songs by the campfire, you and Camila pulled forms and started making phone calls. Teddy had said to call him in an emergency, and when you did that, the line gave you the busy tone. You tried to call three more times with the same tone playing.

“What’s going on?” Camila asked. She wasn’t going to start calling parents until someone talked to Teddy. It was part of protocol.

“It’s not ringing,” you said.

“Move over. Either he disconnected his phone for whatever reason or we have a problem.”

You watched as she pressed 9-1-1 and you both anxiously waited for someone to pick up. She looked like she was about to cry as she put the phone back on the hook.

“We have a problem.”

The wait for everyone to put the kids to bed and get to the infirmary was painfully long. Camila sat on one of the beds and you paced around the room as they all finally walked in. Warren walked over to you and gave you a hug before anyone asked what was going on. As Camila explained the situation, Eddie walked over to the phone and started to dial random numbers.

“So we’re trapped here,” he said.

“We have our cars and the bus that the kids were on to get here. We’re not trapped.”

“But we can’t call anyone for help. Parents don’t know that we’re trying to get kids home, and we can’t all leave at once because there are some kids who want to stay. I think she might’ve been lying about seeing someone in the woods because I didn’t see anything, but something is definitely going on. Smeone cut the phone lines, for fucks sake. It doesn’t seem like a prank anymore.”

“So what are we gonna do tonight?” Karen asked.

“Go back to our cabins, act like everything is normal. We’ll get this figured out in the morning,” you said.

“You want us to lie to the kids,” Daisy said.

“Not lie, but you shouldn’t tell them the truth, either. I don’t wanna scare them any more than they probably already are. Just say that we’re staying away from the scout cabins. Don’t mention the phones, though.”

“I think there’s something that you all need to know,” Graham said.

“And that is?”

“Last night, with the deer, there was a note. We shrugged it off as a stupid prank because pretty much everyone knows what happened here but now… I don’t know.”

“What did it say?” Eddie asked.

“That he was gonna kill all of us.”

The room went silent as you clapped a hand over your mouth and started to cry. Warren wrapped his arms around you and leaned over you as a way to hug you. You started to sob into his chest and Karen joined in on the hug. Camila had a death grip on Billy’s hand and Daisy was pacing around the room. Eddie started to argue with Graham and Billy about what the new plan was.

“We’re not gonna die! None of us are gonna die! So, everyone, let’s just quiet down and find something to agree on,” Daisy yelled.

“We need to get this to the police, like yesterday. We also need to get all of the kids out of here. I say that if he’s coming for us, let him. But he’s not touching the kids. If he was the man that Astrid saw, he already messed with them. That’s where I draw the line,” Karen said.

“Okay, Graham and I will go to the police first thing in the morning. We need to get the bus running, too. Protecting those kids is our top priority,” Eddie said.

At the entrance of the camp, the man parked his truck to block it off and broke off the top of the ignition key. The parking lot was somewhat out of sight from the camp and everyone was distracted, so it was easy for him to pop the hood of Eddie’s red ‘75 Pontiac and take the battery out. With the battery under one arm and his tools under the other, he walked back to the truck and slashed all of the tires with his pocket knife before making the trek back to the cottage.

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[nanlanmoarchived]

through your window

Whoever decided to put letters in math? Better be enjoying their time in hell for the punishment they put on every high school senior. And for what? The last thing Jessica was ever going to do was trigonometry in her adult life. Even if she didn't exactly know what she wanted to do, she knew trigonometry wasn't going to be a part of it. Yet, here she was, parked at her desk with her headphones on working through the slog of extra credit she'd been stupid enough to ask for to try and bring her grade up. Pencil abandoned in her textbook, Jessica pressed at her eyes. She'd been staring at numbers for hours at this point and everything was starting to blend together with the melodies of Robert Smith.

It was those melodies that'd covered for Eddie as he came climbing through her window and those fingers that'd kept her from seeing him as he neared. The feeling of her headphones being moved from her ears startled the girl and she couldn't keep from screaming. Her palms clamped over her mouth as wide eyes registered who'd snuck up on her and she couldn't help but laugh. "Eddie!" She partially whispered, partially shrieked.

But, there wasn't any time for happy reunion as the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the hallway had Jess clamoring out of her seat and pushing Eddie into her closet, stealing a quick kiss before meeting Duncan at the door. "Y'alright, Jess?" The older man's voice was laced with concern, even as Jessica laughed, "Sorry! A moth flew in through my window and scared the shit outta me. Got caught in my hair and everythin'." "I gotta get that screen put back up--" "It's no big deal! I'll just keep the window shut if I've got my headphones on so nothin' can come sneakin' up on me."

The answer seemed to settle Duncan's concern and once he was back in the living room, Jessica latched the door and quietly locked it. She's back to Eddie in a heartbeat, giggling as she whispered, "You're not supposed to be in here!" She chastised. Now that they were official that came with official rules, like no boys allowed in her room, let alone with the door shut and locked. "What are you doin' here?! I was gonna call you when I was done with my homework!" // @edhellfire

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 127

Mannequin 3: The Reckoning/Victory of the Daleks

“Mannequin 3: The Reckoning”

Plot Description: when Ben calls Dean and tells him that Lisa is in trouble, Dean leaves Sam to investigate a case alone and rushed to the rescue

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I saw this in a doctor who once. Though those mannequins didn’t have faces so weren’t nearly as creepy. It was also aliens, not ghosts…I’d probably be dead

Also, Sam’s not dead, so that’s good!! 2-3 minutes in hell feels like a week

Dean no. There’s gotta be a middle ground between fully kicking down the wall in Sam’s mind and suppressing everything til it boils up in violence and alcoholism

Oh. So he doesn’t IMMEDIATELY run off to help her

Ah, bruh, I don’t think it’s Johnny. Why ARE these mannequins attacking people??

Dean, you know your past year and Sam’s past year are not comparable.

Ohhhhhh, Ben doesn’t want Lisa dating anyone but Dean. It’s kind of cute. He got so attached.

Ok…so…it’s not exactly fair to pin THIS on Dean. Ben called and said you were in trouble. Dean wants to help, Dean wants to protect, to make up for the danger he brought into your lives. Yes, he’s being a little bit of an ass about it right now.

You assholes, you don’t play with a girl’s feelings like that. She seems like she was really sweet, and you turned her into a vengeful spirit because you wanted to pretend she had a secret admirer and then LAUGHED AT HER FOR BELIEVING IT.

OH! THAT’S what the cut on all their foreheads is all about. Kinda hope this guy dies too, honestly.

Watching Dean say goodbye to the life he had with Lisa and Ben is a little bit of a gut punch. Ben admired him so much, but Dean doesn’t think he’s someone to be admired at all for anything

Uhhhhhhhh. So, the last dude from the terrible prank turned accidental manslaughter just got killed by his sex doll that he was treating like his partner. I am not disappointed

Well, that’s not comforting. Rose is possessing the impala. Trying to go all Christine on Dean. Why Dean though??

…she did it to kill her sister to get to the kidney she donated so she could be at rest. Fuck.

Just accept the thank you, Dean.

“Been On My Mind…”: Nope. 5

"Victory of the Daleks"

Plot Description: From the terrifying future of the United Kingdom to one of the darkest chapters of its past - World War Two, The Doctor and Amy find themselves in a top-secret cabinet war room deep beneath the London streets

So...here's one of the things about the Moffat era. I think a lot of his plots rely on the shock of the mystery, but if you remember that the scientist is a sort of Dalek hybrid or is a Dalek or has been brainwashed by the Daleks, much of the plot becomes kinda boring

Goddddd Matt looks so young. I mean...it's because he is and this was like 13 years ago (a true gut punch of a sentence to write).

I think it's hilarious that they slapped the Union Flag on a Dalek. How extremely like them. See something from another land? another planet even? Just put the Union Flag on it...it's property of Britain now.

Oh that "To Victory!" poster was so popular back then

I am interested in remembering the explanation for why Amy doesn't remember the events of Journey's End

Watching the Matt Smith era makes me crave Jammy Dodgers really bad

It's interesting to watch everyone watch Eleven beat up the Dalek to to avail. WE know so much of what they've gone through against each other, but with each newcomer comes a new horrified expression

Right....it was that the Daleks created that scientist to think that he had created them

Times like these make me miss Donna. Donna would have been making some sarcastic remark about how his plan (didn't) work

AW YEAH the giant colorful Daleks!! Like picking out the color iPod you wanted

Hey Doc, pack of Jammie Dodgers says this ISN'T the end of the Daleks.

The Doctor's going to make the scientist A REAL BOY...or not.

For all the time the Doctor has spent around humans and how many human companions he's had, he really still needs them to step in to make the REAL human connection

[ziracona]

There is nothing I don’t like about Maureen Robinson

[pagesfromthevoid]

Nope I’m gonna tempt you.

Waller calls on superhero!reader to help with the butterflies (probably has dirt on them. Maybe threatens their family?) so they join the team. Shenanigans ensure

Anon I stg

You join the team —very reluctantly because you know what Waller does. But she’s threatening to tell the whole of Gotham your identity and you can’t risk that. You’ve never actually worked with any of these people before, and you were actively trying to get Peacemaker back in prison. The name Vigilante didn’t mean shit to you anyway. Some low level criminal from a small town you didn’t know existed until today? Yeah. No.

You show up at the video store, bag over your shoulder, mask covering the bottom half of your face. It’s Adebayo who greets you first, explaining she’s a huge fan. Harcourt doesn’t seem to give a shit (which is right up your alley). Economos is fucking gaping at you because you’re you and Murn doesn’t give to fucks that you exist, other than you’re there to help. That’s what he cares about.

You unload your shit, sit on the desk, and ask for a debrief. Half of them talk all at once while the other half calls the others stupid or wrong. It’s almost as bad as working with the Bat family, honestly.

“Guys! We caught a fucking butterfly!”

Your head turns, ears perking up at the very familiar sound of Chris Smith, and you’re so very ready to throw the knife in your thigh holster at him. But you can’t. You have a fucking job to do. With him.

“Yeah! But we don’t know what his favorite color is. I thought it might be teal —“

“Bro shut the fuck up, it’s not teal. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You fully spin on the desk, legs now dangling off the side as another man saunters in. You recognize the suit from the papers, but he’s not wearing his mask, and he sort of stops and stares? No, stares would be polite. He’s ogling you like you’re some half naked stripper in his two cent town. But he’s at least kind of cute; in the nerdy sort of way. Better than the rest of the people in the room with you.

“Gotta problem?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Y-you’re…you’re…”

“Yes, I’m the Hex. Congratulations.”

Peacemaker cackles. “Oh fuck bro, you have a shrine to this chick on your wall!”

“No I don’t! Why would you say that? No, I don’t. I really don’t. It’s just like a couple magazine pictures —“

“Of her fucking ass!”

He turns red and sputters some more. You can’t help but laugh. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in someone’s house they have of me.”

“I can show you sometime —“

There were collective “what the fucks” and “nooos” as you cackle.

[fireemblems24]

Cindered Shadows Ch 4 & 5

Alright! Spoilers below for Cindered Shadows C4

BATTLE

For those of you wondering, yes, I'm still playing Warriors too, I just wanted to switch it up for the night.

Man, feels good playing some classic Fire Emblem.

So they're basically telling me, don't fight the thing. Which makes me want to fight the thing. But I only have 10 turns, so no messing around this time.

Not gonna lie, that was pretty fun. I feel like this was a pretty well-designed map. There was enough pressure to force me to get moving and enough enemy obstacles to make it challenging, but without making it impossible. Same with the turn count.

Dimitri MVP. Deserved. Him or Ashe or Yuri honestly. Though special mentions to Hapi and Constance for making short work of all the armored knights.

I just lost 30 smithing stones because my storehouse was full. I'm literally crying. Not really but ahhhhh. why.

STORY

More love for how goofy Byleth's answers can be here. I'm picking "I was pretty sure we were going to die." It's just hysterical picturing this "Ashen Demon," but in reality he's just constantly sure they're all about to die.

And no matter how many times I pick that no one believes me 😭

Aelfric's been kidnapped. That's the guy with the longish brown hair, right?

I like Yuri insisting they tell the church about it. Seems more sensible.

This letter lying around conveniently is a bit sus. Feels like a trap.

It would be super funny if Edelgard was the rat and she wanted the chalice for her conquest. I know that's not the case, but imagine.

CAMP

I'm still not used to Yuri's voice. It's so much deeper than he looks like it would be.

Ohhhhh, wait, wait, wait. Hapi says she was abducted once for someone's "twisted" experiments. Gotta be TWSITD, right? And she specifically says "her," so Cornelia likely over Kyrona. Because in Hopes she was nervous being in the Kingdom, worried she'd run into a "her." Must be Cornelia.

Mysterious Woman acting pretty sus.

Honestly, all this "Aelfric's sooooo perfect!" makes me a bit suspicious of him. The game is just pushing him as this totally pure dude a bit too hard, and there's got to be more to him then "saint."

Oh, hey, look, Claude and Dimitri hanging out again.

STORY

Alois is here now?? Finally someone found out what's going on? Because I'm sure by now Dedue and Hubert are getting ulcers.

Yuri we don't disrespect Alois in this house. You take that back.

Byleth can pick, "I don't know this man." 🤣😂

Overall, I feel like this game is doing a good job making Hilda and Linhardt feel relevant to the story, but everyone else feels tacked on.

So if we're visiting Rhea now, does that mean everyone came back up? I'm gonna call BS if Hubert and Dedue just let Edelgard and Dimitri go to this dangerous area without them.

Byleth is so uber special he unlocked the Chalice by himself! It's this kinda stuff that I don't like about Byleth.

Rhea be like, "Here, take some experienced knights to help unkidnap your beloved Aelfric and protect all the heirs to the existing kingdoms in Fodlan, who will for some reason participate in this too." Everyone, "Nah, let's do this ourselves! Who needs experienced knights and extra manpower to save someone we care about! Let's put all of Fodlan's future leaders at risk too while we're at it!" Rhea "Sounds good!" Like I know this is DLC, but there's only so much disbelief I'm willing to suspend.

And now Balthus is like, "Oh, you may be our great friend and trusted leader and we're in the middle of a crisis, but btw, how did you end up here?" Like, I know they want to explain Yuri's backstory . . . but, like, why didn't a Deer, Eagle, or Lion ask that? The writers could've tried a bit harder.

See, this is what I mean. Linhardt cuts in because his crest knowledge is important to the storyline, and the three lords also trail in because . . . they're the lords. Like, don't get me wrong, I love some more Dimitri content, but I feel there's a ton of missed opportunity here with Dimitri having a chalice around that could bring back the dead, new lore for Claude to learn, and new dirt that could get dug up on the church for Edelgard, but like, there's nothing.

So all 4 of the crests needed to unlock the chalice are in the wolves, hummm, this isn't suspicious - at all. Nope.

Constance being like, "oh, mine's a secret even from the Empire." . . . right in front of Edelgard. Not a secret anymore. See, this scene makes more sense WITHOUT Edelgard, who added nothing of substance and makes it more awkward being there.

Yuri is like, "no, this isn't suspicious at all." Actually, yes, yes it is. Dimitri's spot on saying they could've just stolen the chalice if that's all they wanted. There's more going on and Yuri's either unintelligent (or writing forced unintelligence) or deflecting because he doesn't want them to guess.

MAP

I have to run around and talk to everyone again 😭😭 I thought I'd get a level to play 😭😭 But it makes sense because we had back-to-back levels, and honestly, not mad about it because that's more tiny dialogue bits for characters I mostly like.

OMG, all the Ashen Wolves are standing around together and Hilda's just chillin there because, lamo.

Ohhhhh, Constance, asking if he's an ally or enemy??? She's the smart one, y'all, realizing how sus this all is.

WTF Linhardt 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 "It's like casting a line and thinking you've landed the Big One . . . but then you reel it in, and it's Seteth." 🤣😂🤣😂 Confirmed he gets the best lines. Has someone drawn fanart of Linhardt fishing Seteth out of the water?

Ashe asking good questions too, proud of my boy.

This rouge's like, "why hasn't the church done more to help?" Like, bitch, Rhea offered. Go ask the Ashen Wolves why they said no.

Both Claude and Dimitri are like, "there's something weird going on." Props to them. Don't blame Edelgard for being more hung up on Constance's reveals.

STORY

There's a connection between Byleth and Yuri? Did I totally miss that or did it come out of nowhere?

LAMO, I love Byleth's answers for this. Getting flustered about the "date," telling Yuri his smile doesn't reach his eyes (poor Claude isn't unique anymore), or just "not now." IDK which to pick, I think "not now" is funniest and lines up the most with what I've picked so far for Byleth.

Yuri's like, "meet me at midnight, alone." Either dude is thirsty or he should've added "unarmed and possibly drunk or drugged." I wouldn't trust Yuri father than I could throw him. And Yuri's not big, but I'm not even 5 foot so . . .

Rhea's letting it all play out in case Sothis wakes up?

Ashe's too precious, worried about Constance wanting to turn herself in to save Aelfric.

Edelgard, "you make Hubert look like a spring chicken." She just killed Balthus and Hubert in one sentence. I disagree, though, that whole "I've never even seen sunlight" look makes Hubert look older.

OMG METODY!!! Long time no see. I wonder what Edelgard thinks. Not gonna lie, he's not unattractive if you're into unhinged people.

Aelfric is so sus, "just flee! my flock!" Like, it's too much.

The sigh thing is so weird. Like, who wrote that?

The bird flew off with Balthus, but they're like, whateves, we got Aelfric 🤣😂 🤣😂

I'm going to lie, I think I just have to turn my brain off regarding the writing around some of this.

MAP

AELFRIC IS PLAYABLE??? That's a surprise.

GOD, I want to kill Yuri. Why the hell is he asking for more demonic beasts. Like, he literally spawned them in the middle of my units and nowhere near the enemy in some areas.

Man, I wish Edelgard was closer to Metodey and see if she had unique dialogue with him. But she's all the way over in the other corner.

Balthus MVP. Honestly, deserved. Dude was dropped in a corner by himself and never broke a sweat. I was worried at first, but he never even really got hit.

STORY

Wait, what just happened?

I knew it. I knew Yuri was sus. I'm sure he'll either redeem himself or is some kind of double-agent or something because he's playable, but yeah between diverting everyone from talking about everything and never telling his friends jack shit. . . like I said, wouldn't trust him for a second.

Which is funny, because they tried that with Claude, and I'd trust Claude a fair amount at least, but with Yuri they got that "smile doesn't reach his eyes" way more convincing.

And Aelfric was always suspicious as hell.

Byleth has this "I expected nothing and I'm still disappointed" face lamo.

Dimitri's worried about Byleth 😭😭, like y'all, Dimileth is a good ship and anyone who says otherwise can eat shit.

Edelgard is like, you must be wounded. Byleth's like, no. What was the point of that dialogue?

Oh, so Edelgard actually got a line. Dimitri had the worried line, Claude had the figuring out line, so Edelgard needed . . . something.

RHEA! She figured it out. #Girlboss

I still need a fanfic where Dimitri struggles with using the chalice to bring back all his dead . . . everything. Ohhh, make it post-TS too when he thinks Dedue is dead for max pain.

Dimitri's so pissed off that the wolves are in danger.

So what does Rhea mean it can "breathe a spirit into a body" but can't bring back the departed? Like a body swap sort of thing? I get how that works for her plans for Sothis to come back, but how would it work elsewhere? And no, not at all wanting to know because fanfic. /s

So who is Aelfric trying to bring back to life? Not Sothis.

Rhea's like, "it's a serene, peaceful area," and Byleth can be like "the kitchen" channeling his inner Raphael or Ingrid, I see. I'm soooo picking that one.

LAMO, Dimitri calling me out "I'd hardly call the dining hall peaceful. Are you sure you're not just hungry?" 🤣😂 🤣😂

Right so the knights have to attack the bandits so that way theres an actual excuse for why they're not around for the next battle other than the Ashen Wolves being like "leave it to us!"

Dimitri's like "I'm sure Yuri has his reasons." Boy knows he's a playable character in the main game and spinoffs so he must be a good guy.

XXX

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 41: Discussions

In Stiles' free period, he still dreaded the thought of Scott ever finding out about his fight with Donovan.

It helped that he had Sam on his side, but he wanted both of his best friends to believe that he was in the right.

Suddenly, the lighting in the hallways got darker and the hallway lights began to glow brighter, causing immediate and unanimous confusion among the student body.

It was night already? But it was only 12:47pm. Noon.

Stiles' eyes widened as he realized what the hell was happening. Before he could make any moves, his phone rang.

He pulled out his phone to reveal his father's caller id and answered. "Dad."

"You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?", the sheriff asked his son in disbelief. Stiles nodded. "Yeah. I think I know what's going on.", he replied.

"Okay, just making sure.", his dad said. Stiles hesitated to hang up. "Is that all you called me for? You don't usually call me unless something's really wrong."

Noah sighed. "He's gone, Stiles."

Stiles frowned in confusion. "He? He who, dad? There's a lot of he's that I know."

"Carl Smith."

The name made Stiles freeze. "He broke out. Dunno how but I got a call earlier saying that he broke out of his cell. Like a monster busted through the cells.", the sheriff said. "Could he be a Kanima?"

Stiles didn't say anything. Hell, he had questions of his own. How could he, of all people, be a Kanima? When? Where was he?? Who turned him??

If he was out, could he be going after Sam…?

"Stiles.", the sheriff called. Stiles rubbed his forehead. "Yeah—yeah, I got it.", the younger Stilinski responded. "We'll keep an eye out.", his dad said.

"Yeah, I gotta go get Sam.", Stiles rushed and hung up, quickly finding one of his supernatural friends after texting Sam.

Worried, since he hadn't gotten a quick text back from her, he found Lydia amongst the confused students who crowded the hallways.

"Hey, you know where Sam is?", he asked, confusing her. The girl shook her head. "I only saw her in math today, so she is here. Do you have any idea where she could be?"

Stiles thought for a moment before nodding. Lydia nodded. "Lead the way."

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Back in the library, Sam's heart picked up in pace as she saw a familiar face she hoped to never see again.

His creepy grin, towering height and drowning smell made her feel like she had shrunk. De-aged, even.

She felt small, weak, and pitiful. As he stepped closer, Sam took a step back. She wanted so badly for Derek to snap her out of it, to save her, to tell her it was all a dream and that it wasn't real.

She knew it couldn't have been. The house was proof of that, but he… he felt real.

Practically cornering her on the wall of the Hale porch, Sam shut her eyes, trying to take in deep breaths and calm her racing heart as he closed in on her face like he had done before.

It didn't do her any good if she felt like she was gonna pass out.

"Sam!"

Her eyes popped open and she was now back in the library once more. In front of her, she saw Stiles and Lydia crouched next to her, looking at her worriedly.

"You saw something, didn't you?", Stiles asked. Sam's eyes bubbled with tears as she nodded and Stiles instantly pulled her into a hug.

Moments after Sam had calmed down, she realized the confusion of what was happening and sighed as they left the school altogether.

She didn't feel like inverting the atmospheric setting. She was already drained from the hallucination she had gotten.

Stiles didn't question her any longer. He didn't leave her side either. He couldn't. Not after the news he had gotten. He wasn't even sure if he should tell her.

Was the hallucination a trap…? Was she almost taken from them so soon?

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The teens all met at the hospital. All, but Kira and Liam. Sam frowned worriedly. “Where’s Liam?”, she asked. “Waiting with Hayden…she was a chimera.”, Scott responded. “And Kira?”, Sam asked.

Scott frowned. “She’s leaving Beacon Hills.”, he replied, shocking Sam. She couldn’t blame Kira. Hell, if she had a chance — if she didn’t care about her friends so much, she’d take her mom and leave.

“You’re not gonna see her off?”, Sam asked. Scott looked down. “The pack comes first.”, Scott responded. “Scott, Kira is a part of the pack. Go see her off.”, Sam scolded, making him smile. Scott nodded and ran out of the hospital.

In the same night, Stiles had his own hallucination, imagining his mother and her hatred for him. For killing her. For scaring her.

It killed him to see her so distraught and broken, but he snapped out of it enough to see that it wasn't his mom that attacked him, but a chimera.

Before the chimera could land any fatal blows, Theo came and pulled him away from Stiles.

Theo charged, swinging his hand but the boy ducked, gripping onto him, throwing him into the electric generator's gate that surrounded the now spark throwing machine.

He got up, going to swing again but the Chimera knocked out Theo's leg, having his crash to the floor, and he stepped on his hand, crushing it, having Theo let out a roar mixed with a grunt.

The Chimera grinned and Theo roared louder, hitting him, knocking him off of his hand and spun up onto his feet. The boy ran for him but was pushed back by Stiles.

Theo then jumped down as the boy went to punch his face but he caught it, cranking it back with a crack, punching his stomach repeatedly, while gripping his throat.

The boy hissed and Theo's eyes brightened into a golden yellow, his fangs snarling. Sparks lit and scattered by Theo as he snarled and yanked back his arm, ripping out the boy's throat, his blood pouring onto the floor. The boy fell back, coughing, choking on his own blood.

"Stiles," Theo spoke up as the boy looked up at him. "You can't say anything. Please, don't say anything.", Theo begged, shaking his head.

"Why not?", Stiles asked. 

"Because I never said anything about Donovan.", Theo said, making Stiles' expression falter into panic.

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At the Wilson residence, Sam sat on her carpet floor, testing herself on making links to her friends in case something happened.

She had a bad feeling about the dread doctors and who else they were gonna go after. Of course her first thought was to make links for Scott and Stiles.

It would let her know what was going on with them, whether they were hurt, stressed or sick. 

Using Scott's jacket she had gotten after almost drowning in the school's pool and one of Stiles' he had left over, she made links to them, her forehead immediately beaming from the crescent moon that brightened in the middle of her eyebrows.

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"I know what happened to Donovan.", Theo told Stiles as he changed back to normal, sparks still bursting and pelting out of the electric generator.

Stiles looked at him with a distant look in his eyes.

"I know everything.", Theo said. Stiles charged at Theo, grabbing him by the collar, pushing him back into the chained fencing of the generator.

Theo let out a grunt, looking at him. "You don't know anything.", Stiles growled out. Stiles paused, glancing down at the boy next to them, then back up at Theo. "Let's take him. Someone's stealing the bodies anyway, right? Here's our chance to find out who.", Stiles said.

Theo grabs Stiles, spinning him around, and thrushes Stiles up against the fence, causing him to groan.

"I was there, I was at the library.", Theo said. "Malia found the book. She was texting us to see where you were. She said she left you at the library. I told her I was close. When I got there, I heard the scaffolding come down."

"You saw him?", Stiles asked.

"Just the body.", Theo replied.

Stiles didn't like that answer. It made him sound so horrible. The boys let go of each other. "I watched you come out. I was gonna say something but then I saw the cop car.", Theo said, fixing his shirt. "And the body was gone. I don't know who took him. Only saw what you saw and I didn't say anything because you didn't."

Stiles frowned. Out of all people, Theo knows. Theo turned and listened, looking back at Stiles. "That's not an ambulance, is it?"

Stiles shook his head. "We should get out of here."

He glanced back down at the boy. "You killed him," Stiles whispered.

"In self-defense."

Stiles tilted his head at him. "He was going to kill you and me. Who knows who else he could've gone after?", Theo defended.

Stiles gaped at him. "If we stay, we're either going to have to tell the truth or we're going to need a pretty convincing story. It's your choice. I'm not going to ask you to lie to your dad.", Theo says.

Their attention focused on Stiles' wrist that illuminated a white small crescent moon on the corner of Stiles' wrist.

Theo frowned in confusion. He thought Stiles was human. And if he was, then what the hell was that?

Stiles sighed, instantly feeling a familiar sort of relief. "Don't worry. I've had plenty of practice."

Stiles took Theo back to the animal clinic after calling Scott.

At the Animal Clinic, Scott showed up and Stiles and Theo stood on the side as Scott was looking down at the dead Chimera while Stiles gave a fake explanation.

Theo sighed, looking at Scott. "Do you know him?"

Scott gave a slight nod. "His name's Josh. He was a junior." He looked at the boys before pacing back and forth. Stiles looked down at Josh's body, covering his face with the black cover. "Which one did it? The one with the cane?", Scott asks.

Theo glanced at Stiles before looking back at Scott. "Yeah."

"What are we going to do with him? We can't just set the alarm and leave. That's how Tracy disappeared.", Stiles said. Scott just stared at him. "All night, someone's got to stay here with him.

"I'll do it." Theo lets out a sigh. "It's not like I had a big Saturday night planned."

Scott's phone cut him off as he picked up to answer it.

"What is it?", Stiles asks.

"Another one." Scott looked up. "Another Chimera."

"Then Stiles, you go." Theo said. "I'll stay here and watch over Josh's body."

Stiles left with Scott, closing the doors.

The next day was the same. In the morning. Theo missed school, staying at the Animal Clinic after nothing happened.

Theo frowned at the sound of a glitchy noise. He turned, heading out of the room and saw the one of the Dread Doctors, the Surgeon. He stared at him for a second, "Checking up on me?"

The surgeon stayed quiet and Theo's eyes fell on Josh who laid on the table. "You can't tell me you don't want to know who's taking the bodies.", he said.

Surgeon spoke. "Inconsequential."

"Why?", Theo asked. "You don't care that someone's running off with your little failed science experiments?", he sneered.

The Surgeon started breathing heavily, looking at him. "You already know who's taking them.", Theo said.

He nodded, getting angry. "Did you forget that you were supposed to be keeping me in the loop on everything?", Theo asked.

"Inconsequential."

"Not to me!", Theo shouted.

The Surgeon glared at Theo.

Theo nodded. "I know I'm trying here, but you have to let me know things that I need to know!"

Theo paused as he heard a car parking in the back. He glanced back to see that the Surgeon was gone.

He huffed walking back as he heard the door rattling. Theo headed back into the room to see Stiles walking in. "What's going on?"

Stiles frowned. He could've sworn Theo was talking to someone. "Is something wrong?", Theo asked.

"Whoever's stealing the bodies probably isn't going to do it while we are standing guard over one of them.", Stiles stated. 

"So you've got a better idea?", Theo asked. Stiles eyed the shelf and took out his phone, putting it on camera and sat it up to watch Josh's body.

They then headed out locking the doors, getting into the Jeep, shutting the doors. Stiles got out his watch, putting his camera feed from his phone on the watch's casting screen, looping it up on the rear view mirror watching "What happens now?", Theo asked.

"We wait.", Stiles replied.

"You want to take shifts watching?", Theo questioned.

"No, no." Stiles shook his head. "I want to spend some quality time with you.", Stiles replied sarcastically.

Theo nodded at him as he went back to watching the camera on the watch. "Sounds good to me."

Minutes had passed with Theo and Stiles in the Jeep, waiting for something to happen and yet, nothing did. 

Theo let out a light sigh. "You still wondering why I haven't said anything to Scott?"

"Maybe." Stiles took a glance at him then back at the watch.

Theo huffed a bit. "You think I've got some kind of ulterior motive."

Stiles nodded. "More than likely, Theo."

"Would you believe me if I said all I want," Theo shifted his eyes over at him. "All I ever wanted is for you guys to trust me?"

"Nope.", Stiles said.

"So you're here because you're never going to trust me."

"Yep. Glad we had this talk.", Stiles immediately shuts him down.

"You know who you remind me of?"

"Theo, I really don't care." Stiles shook his head.

"My sister.", Theo mumbled and Stiles stayed quiet, biting back a sigh. "She was smarter than everyone too. And a pain in the ass like you. But she always looked out for me. The same way you look out for Scott and Sam."

Stiles looked at Theo. "When you helped her out of the library, I knew something was up. Couldn't tell what. Still can't. Is she still the same as before? Like in elementary?", Theo asked. 

Stiles frowned. "But the same, I'm assuming you mean she still nice, then yes, she's the same. But she's also different now. We all are." Stiles didn't want Theo to get his hopes up.

"I envied you two, you know. You guys have someone like Sam to take care of you two… and I haven't had anyone in… forever. You're lucky."

Stiles shook his head, shrugging. "Why are you telling me this?", he asked, confused.

"I'm telling you because even if you don't trust me and even if you don't like me, I'm still going to be looking out for you."

Theo stared at Stiles and Stiles stared back at him. Silence filled the Jeep once again. Stiles looked at the watch, still watching Josh's body on the table.

"You know, I saw his teeth." Stiles nodded at Theo. "Donovan." He clarified. "He was a Wendigo, wasn't he?", Theo asked.

Stiles sighed, nodding, "Yeah."

"That's the cannibal one, right?"

"Native American.", Stiles stated. "The myth says that if you ate human flesh, your punishment was to turn into a creature that constantly craved it."

Theo folded his arms, sitting back in his seat. "That's a pretty judgmental myth."

"Well, I didn't make it up.", Stiles said, becoming irritated.

"What if it was the only way to survive? I mean, you ever heard of the Donner Party?", Theo said "I'm pretty sure they didn't turn into Wendigos."

"Well, they didn't live in Beacon Hills.", Stiles countered, looking at him.

"Good point." He nodded, "So what's the punishment for killing a Chimera?"

"You spend five hours in the car with Theo Raeken."

Theo chuckled a bit, a light smile peppered his face as Stiles kept a frown, staying quiet, gripping the wheel.

"Now, I know what my punishment is. I'm gonna lose my best friend." He paused for a few seconds as his eyes got glossy. "I'm gonna lose Scott."

Theo looked at him. "If you had to choose, would you rather lose Scott or Sam?" Stiles frowned at the boy. The absurdity of the question – it made no sense.

Theo smiled, realizing the difficulty of the question. "If you really had to choose in the heat of the moment, which one would you rather save than lose?"

"Sam.", Stiles whispered almost instantly. "Scott… Scott would never forgive me if he knew what I did.", Stiles looked down. "Sam… Even though, she hasn't been having an easy time with her issues as far as changes go, she still finds a way to forgive me for my mistakes. She holds me accountable, but doesn't make me feel like shit. Scott would."

"I also heard something about Donovan threatening Lydia but it was too mumbled, I couldn't quite catch the words, but I know that if Scott really gave up on you for some piece of crap like Donovan, then he wouldn't be a True Alpha, would he?", Theo asked.

"Or maybe that's the definition of one, someone who doesn't put up with murder.", Stiles stated. 

"It sounds like you guys need to look up justifiable homicide.", Theo said.

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Theo is disbelief. "Did you seriously just say that to the son of a cop?"

"A werewolf's eyes are supposed to change color when you take an innocent life." Theo's eyes brightened but they were still golden yellow. "Do these look blue to you?

Stiles frowned as he stared into them. "It was self-defense. For me, and for you.", Theo said. 

"Or maybe you just don't feel all that bad about it.", Stiles said. "You can't say one life is objectively less innocent than another one. What if they turn blue cause you feel guilty?"

"So it's up to interpretation?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Okay." Theo nodded. "Then here's my interpretation of what happened with you and Donovan. Not guilty." He paused, sighing. "Did you feel bad about it?"

Stiles turned to him, with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes as Theo shook his head. "Not now. I mean right then. Right when it happened. What were you thinking the moment you knew he was dead and there was no saving him? That there was no way that he could hurt your dad, no way of hurting Lydia–"

"One word. Good.", Stiles replied, looking straight ahead. Theo smugly smirked before leaning back into his seat.

Before either of them could say anything, Theo sniffed around, frowning in confusion. "What?", Stiles asked, watching him.

"A scent." He sniffed again. "Like smoke. Like something burning."

A sound caught their attention as a fiery, orange fist came through his open window, punching Theo in the face, causing him to whip his head in Stiles' direction and sprayed a mist of blood onto Stiles's face.

The person then tugged Theo out of the Jeep as Stiles watched in shock, backing up against his door.

Theo's door closed and the person moved towards the back, lifting up the Jeep as Stiles panicked, bracing himself as the person flipped the Jeep upside down. The windows cracked and peppered glass as Stiles fell down, passed out cold. 

The flame engulfed figure slowly started walking by with smoke rising from his body, and this entire time, he was the one taking the bodies.

The figure went into the clinic, took Josh's body, and started walking away with him, leaving a bruised Theo and an unconscious Stiles in his Jeep and disappeared into the night.

A car drove up to the animal clinic and out came Sam who rushed over to the burning jeep. "Stiles!"

She blocked her face from the smoke as she looked for her best friend. "Stiles!" 

Before she could make any moves, a person ran out of the clinic with a fire extinguisher, running over to the jeep, and extinguishing the flames.

Sam could see Theo's burnt face and frowned. "Theo?" He didn't say anything as he grabbed Stiles, pulling him out of the Jeep, laying him down. Sam kneeled down by him, cradling him in her arms.

"Stiles! Stiles, wake up!", Sam called, shaking him. She didn't get a response but bent down to hear his heart beating.

He was alive, but… "Stiles, wake up!!", she yelled. 

Stiles' eyes widened as he took in a giant gulp of air and coughed. When he caught his breath, he looked at Sam. "You're here…"

Sam smiled in relief. "I'm here. You're okay.", she reassured. He gave her a half smile. "You were supposed to be on bed rest."

Sam chuckled. "C'mon, you.", she helped him up and looked at Theo with a smile. "Thank you, Theo."

He smiled and nodded. "What happened?", she asked.

"The body… The body's gone."

Sam helped Stiles up while Theo got the Jeep back up on its wheels, and sighed, looking over at Stiles. "We should get you to the hospital. You took in a lot of smoke."

He shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Stiles, you were out cold. The moment I felt something was wrong, I rushed over as fast as I could. We gotta get you help.", Sam said.

"Sam, I'm fine.", Stiles reassures. "Promise."

The Dispatch radio went off, and Deputy Clark was talking. "Suspect in 1-8-7 is in custody and en route to the station. Suspect's name is Yukimura, Kira."

"Kira!?", Sam's eyes widened.

"What's a 1-8-7?", Theo asks, looking at Stiles.

"Homicide.", Stiles answered with a frown.

In the morning, Stiles, Theo, and Sam ended up finding Mason and Corey who told them a few things and they arrived back at Scott's house, calling Lydia and Malia to come over to discuss what happened to Liam and Hayden, who were taken by the Dread Doctors which made Sam's stomach sink in fear.

Malia, Stiles, Theo, and Sam discussed in the living room, talking since Lydia, Mason, and Corey were upstairs in Scott's room having a discussion about reading The Dread Doctors book.

Stiles and Sam jumped as Scott just busted into the door, walking past them. Stiles eyed him. "Hey, is Kira okay?"

Scott ignored Stiles and rushed up the stairs. "Scott?", Theo called. 

Sam's eyebrows furrowed before she went to follow Scott. 

"Sorry, I didn't get to read all of it.", Corey apologized.

"Oh, that's okay, Corey." Mason nodded.

Scott walked up to him. "He's right. We don't have time for that anyway."

"No, Scott, don't!", Lydia yelled as he flicked out his claws, and stuck them into the back of Corey's neck, making him gasp. Scott's eyes turned red, immediately, his body twitched as he looked into Corey's memories.

"Don't get too close.", Lydia said, stopping Malia and Stiles.

Theo looks at them confused. "What is he doing?"

"Tapping into Corey's memories. It's usually something only Alphas do.", Sam said.

Theo walks closer to Sam, inspecting Scott's work. "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"

"They could die if interrupted.", Sam says, making Stiles gape at her.

"Does anyone know if it's working?", Mason asked, glancing at Corey. 

"Oh, its working.", Sam said, looking at Corey and his twitching face. "I watched Peter do this to Isaac. And considering Peter was an alpha, he had more experience so it worked."

Sam's eyes scanned over Scott. Usually the process didn't take this long. What the hell was happening…?

"Scott." She watched the boy's body twitch. "Scott… Scott!", Sam yelled, snapping him out.

His eyes flew open as he let Corey go, tumbling backwards, but Stiles and Theo catch him and Lydia and Sam go for Corey, helping him up with standing and stabilizing him. "Is he okay?" Scott questions as he gasps. 

"What the hell did you do to me?", Corey asks, touching the back of his neck.

"You'll be alright.", Scott dismissed.

Corey placed his hand in front of him, looking at the bodily fluid with wide eyes. "There's blood."

"You'll heal.", Scott said.

"Scott…", Stiles starts.

"He'll be fine!", Scott shouts, making the rest of his friends' eyes widen at his outburst. Scott grabbed a notepad, flipping it open and grabbed a pencil and began to draw. "Listen. I think it worked. I saw something. There were tunnels. Pipes along the walls. There were these huge blue pipes at the entrance. Two on both sides…"

Stiles stepped behind him and looked at the drawing. "Wait a second, I know this."  Lydia walked up, joining their side. "I've seen this before. That's one of the tunnels I used to skateboard in. Remember my dad caught me one time and told me to never go back?", Stiles asked. 

Lydia nodded. "It's the water treatment plant." She looked up at him.

Scott huffed. "That's where they are. That's where we'll find Liam and Hayden."

Everyone followed after Scott. Stiles stopped him, "Scott. Scott, slow down. Just think for a second, okay? Mason shouldn't be going–"

Mason walked up to him. "Liam's my best friend. I'm going."

"Oh, did you suddenly get super wolf powers? I wasn't aware of that development.", Stiles said.

Sam looked at Mason. "If you're going, you're not running off by yourself when you think it's okay to get Liam." Mason nodded.

"Well, if you're not going, I could use the help.", Scott told Stiles.

"No, I'm coming just as soon as I talk to my dad. They're moving the body and he wants to make sure that this time no one steals it.", Stiles said.

"How's he gonna do that?", Mason shrugged.

"I don't know.", Stiles shook his head. "But whoever took the last one was strong enough to flip my Jeep."

"We can bring Theo!", Malia pointed at him.

Everyone looked at him as he tensed up. "Maybe I better stay here. You know, in case the Doctors decide to make a house call for Corey."

Corey frowned and Lydia shook her head. "Scott, Stiles is right. We need to slow down and think."

"I am thinking… about how Liam and Hayden could already be dead.", Scott determined.

"You could've hurt him, Scott. Really hurt him.", Lydia countered, nodding.

Sam shook her head. "Scott, you gotta slow down. You're rushing without a plan."

"I have to find Liam.", he combatted, turning and walking away from them, making Sam frown. 

She sighed once Scott left and looked at Stiles. "Something's really wrong with him."

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Growth Spurt

Jedediah Smith x Reader

Fandom: Night at the Museum

Summary: When a battle breaks out at the Smithsonian, you need all the help you can get. Your magic, however, has a mind of its own.

Note: Takes place during NATM 2. I’m a little out of my comfort zone on this one, so let me know what you think lol. I might be willing to write a part 2...?

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader is: Female

This was bad. Very, very bad. At the moment, you were in Washington D.C. Ahk’s brother was crazy, apparently, and he was recruiting all of the powerful villains he could possibly assemble, and he wanted to, basically, use the tablet to rule the world. Add to this the fact that he had captured Jed and stuck him in an hourglass.

Add to THAT the fact that he had snatched your family amulet from around your neck…you figured the man must have a death wish. If only he knew what he was messing with.

And yet, the forces he had assembled were too great for you to comfortably overpower without the rest of your friends present, so you figured it was best to keep your powers a secret, even if only to preserve the element of surprise.

“You got this, partner. I know you do.” Jed put his little hands against the glass, his eyes sad, but hopeful. “I’ll be fine. Go.”

“But—”

“Go!”

“Come on,” Larry gave your arm a tug, and though your eyes lingered on poor little Jed, trapped there in the glass, you followed after Larry.

It was an odd friendship you shared with Jed. He flirted with you, you laughed. It was impossible. He was about an inch and a half tall. And yet, the flirting never stopped and he never hesitated to remind you of your beauty, especially when you doubted yourself the most. You were powerful and he admired you for that, but he also loved your laugh, your smile…he knew it was silly and that there was no chance of something serious between the two of you, but that didn’t seem to prevent him from trying…

Amelia caught up with the two of you easily and you caught her up on the situation at hand.

You checked in with a Theodore Roosevelt without a body, but he didn’t have much to contribute to the situation. Neither did the Thinker. And so, the three of you headed out across the campus in search for answers. If not, Jed’s hour in that hourglass would be his last.

“So, this cowboy friend of yours, are the two of you…?” Amelia asked.

“Are we what? Dating?”

“Yes, that. You care about him, that much is clear.”

“I mean, yeah, but it just wouldn’t work out.”

“And why not?”

“He’s a miniature.” Larry explained. “He’s about two inches tall.”

“Oh!” She laughed. “Well, that would complicate things, now wouldn’t it?”

“You can say that again.” You thought for a moment. “Hey, weren’t there some Einsteins in the Air and Space Museum? I bet they’d be able to help.”

Larry snapped. “Good thinking.”

So, after a brief chat with the Einsteins, the three of you took the Wright Brothers’ plane and crashed it through the window of the building Kahmunrah had set up base in. Amelia ran to get help and you hopped off of the plane and took refuge behind a pillar, watching as Larry argued with Kahmunrah, wracking your brain for something, anything, some spell that would work to get Jed out of that hour glass.

And then it clicked.

It was a longshot, and you knew that, but if it worked…

As soon as Larry got the hourglass, you called out, “Over here!”

“Sparkle Fingers!” Jed lit up.

Larry threw the hourglass to you and you caught it, flipping it so the side Jed was trapped in was on top.

“Seize her!” Kahmunrah shouted.

You booked it as fast as you could down the hall and around a corner, listening as Kah’s guards passed, and once they were a safe distance away, you exhaled a long breath.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me in there.” Jed smiled softly up at you. “Alright, what’s the plan?”

“Well, there’s something my grandmother used to say. She said magic is really very simple; you just have to want something and then let yourself have it.”

“So…?”

“Hold still.” You told him, your power festering around your fingertips. You flicked it down and the purple rays shined through the glass, straight onto Jed.

“Hey, what is that?” Jed asked, somewhat fearful. “What did you do? I feel…weird.”

You bent down and set the hourglass on the floor, taking a few steps back and bracing.

Jed groaned, and then, all at once, the hourglass around him exploded as he grew to human size. He looked down at himself, holding his hands in front of his face as he moved his fingers. He kicked the pieces of the hourglass aside with his foot and looked up at you, his face awash in awe. “Holy smokes, Sparkle Fingers! I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You stared up at him, your eyes wide. You gulped. “Neither did I.”

“Well, I hope you’ve got some more in you. I have a feeling this night is far from over.”

You chuckled, “Me too.”

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Once the battle was over and the dust had settled, Jed walked straight up to you, a nervous look on his face, his usual confidence dwindled now that he was standing face to face with you after all of this time.

“I…don’t know how much longer your spell is gonna last, so I’ve gotta do this now.” He said, taking off his hat and handing it to Larry, who was, understandably, shocked at the scene unfolding before him. Jed grabbed you by the hips and tugged you into a kiss, his lips exploring yours without hesitation. You kissed him back, your arms winding around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

The rest of the museum exhibits, who had seen your relationship with Jed grow over the years cheered alongside your new friends, and when the kiss ended, Jed leaned his forehead against yours, smiling softly. His warm breath fanned across your cheeks.

He chuckled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”

“Oh!” He said, suddenly remembering something. He reached into his pocket and held up your amulet. “I believe this is yours.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at it. You were sure it had been lost when Kahmunrah had been pushed into the portal, but here it was, in perfect shape.

“You…how did you get it back?” You asked as Jed fastened the chain around your neck.

“Let’s just say Octavius and I have a few tricks up our sleeves.” He shrugged. “Speaking of…”

Octavius popped over the top of Jedidiah’s chest pocket. “Hello!”

“Hi, Oct.” You chuckled.

“At some point, I hope you feel so inclined to try that spell out on me.” Octavius said, causing you to smile. “If only to broaden my horizons.”

“When we get back to New York? Absolutely.” You promised.

Larry looked to Amelia. “Speaking of, Amelia, can you fly us home?”

“Certainly, Mr. Daley. It would be my honor.” Amelia nodded, grinning at the sight of you standing next to Jed.

He took your hand and pulled it to his lips, his fingers intertwining with yours. The whole flight back to New York, his arm wouldn’t leave your waist, and once you were finally back and inside the museum, Teddy had to do a double-take.

“Jedediah, my boy, is that you?”

“Had a growth spurt.” Jed shrugged, helping Octavius out of his pocket so he could get downstairs with the others. “And I feel like it’s gonna wear off soon…”

“Yeah…” You felt it, too. Your power slowly leaving him and you couldn’t do anything but watch as he shrank about an inch. And then another.

“Think I could get one more kiss for the road?” Jed asked.

You leaned forward and captured his lips with yours, kissing him one last time before the magic wore off, and when you pulled away, he shrank the rest of the way, back down to his normal size.

“Thanks for the adventure, Sparkle Fingers.” He saluted up at you from his spot on the floor.

“See you tomorrow?”

He winked. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[theglitterypages]

Title: Potty Mouth

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: (Just Guess how this would go LOL)

Warnings: 18+ language

Word Count: 1000+

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“Woah Levi! I can smell you from where I stood! You're risking it all now, are you?” Hanji teased as she saw Levi came out of his room all dressed up, he's not wearing his uniform but he's all fancy.

“Where is she?” Levi asked as he fixed his collar anxiously, Hanji laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder lightly, “With her brother, Erwin is probably telling her to pass some papers to Pixis, she'll be leaving soon. Better take your chances, Levi." After that, Hanji left Levi alone, she knew she had to give him time to prepare himself today.

Levi's chest was pounding as he made his way to Erwin's office, he's silently praying that she's still in Erwin's office because if she's already gone then everything that he prepared for a week would all be wasted.

When he knocked at Erwin's office he straightened his posture and he stood so stiff to the point that he looked awkward as he stare at the wooden door.

“Oh, it's just Captain Levi. Come on in, Cap.” You smiled as you saw the Captain outside but your mouth gaped open when your eyes settled in the clothes that he's wearing, he's not wearing his usual casual clothes, did he buy these new clothes or this is just the first time you've seen him wear these?

When you realized that you've been staring at him for so long you blinked twice and opened the door wide enough to let him in, “Do you have something to say to Erwin?” you whispered as you glanced at your brother whose back was facing you and Levi.

After closing the door you gestured Levi to sit across from you, “Erwin, Captain Levi is here.” you spoke, trying to get your brothers attention, Erwin has been spacing out a lot these days it may be because of what's happening but you gotta help your brother keep his sanity.

“Oh Levi, what brought you here?”

“About this...mission.” Levi meaningfully looked at Erwin as he licked his lower lip, his commander is the first one to know of his feelings for you, at first Levi was scared of what Erwin would think but Erwin was not surprise at all when Levi admitted that he has feelings for you, Erwin even laughed and told him that he already knew and ever since that day Erwin was generous enough to purposely let you and Levi work together.

“You gave him a mission?” you asked your brother and Erwin grinned at you as he hummed while tapping he fingers in his table, “Captain Levi started this mission by himself, I'm just helping out because he's having a hard time.” there was something off with his tone yet you chose to ignore it, instead you stood up and looked at Levi.

“Seems like the two of you are gonna have a long talk, I must go to Mr. Pixis now.”

“You don't have to lady Smith, your brother himself summoned me. Oh Captain Levi, you're looking good, finally going for it?” Pixis suddenly entered the room with a grin as he looked at Levi.

Levi shifted on his seat uncomfortably, hating how everyone's teasing him right now, this made the whole situation much worse, he's embarrassed and his mind is blank! “Can I take your seat lady Smith? Just seat beside the Captain, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind.” Pixis told you, his cheeks are crimson red, the old man is drunk again.

You sat down beside Levi and you felt yourself shiver when your knees met.

“We're actually fixing schedules for trainings again, do you have any suggestions?” your brother asked.

“I'd have to take your sister with me Erwin. Her skills would be useful in teaching new recruits.”

Erwin tried his best not to laugh at Levi, his ears are getting red while you are oblivious of everything happening. Pixis crossed his arms over his chest as he observes the two of you, he thinks that you and Levi are an interesting pair, he's wondering how the two of you would work as a couple.

“Would you mind that?”

“Not really, I'd be glad to be in Captain's service.”

“I'm glad too.” Levi said as he tried acting cool, Erwin internally shook his head, this whole thing is ridiculous. Levi is so bad at flirting, he couldn't even say anything and that was when an idea popped into his mind.

“Sunny.” Erwin calls you using your nickname, and your eyes immediately shot up, your brother has a devious smirk when he looked at you and you'd be glad to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He knew about you having crush on the Captain, he was at first professional all about it but lately He's been teasing you a lot and you hated him for that.

“Captain Levi looks good today right? I wonder what's gotten into him, he's all dressed up, he even showered his new perfume.” you narrowed your eyes at Erwin as you cross your legs, your gaze landed at Levi then, you looked at his whole before looking back at your brother with a smirk, if this is how your brother would plan to humiliate you in front of your crush you better turn the tables.

“He always look good but heck yeah, he looks better today but—”

“But what?” Levi immediately questioned, curious of what's going on in your head. Did he mess up? Did he did his haircut badly? No that's impossible he already perfected the art of cutting his own hair what went wrong with his get up today?

“I prefer your old perfume, Captain.”

Levi frowned while his adams apple bobbed up and down as he look at your eyes, he could hear his own heart go beat crazy fast while you look at him. “I wear no perfume, this is my first time to use one.” you almost choke in your own saliva while your eyes widened.

Goddamn all this time that scent you've been searching for doesn't exist because it was Levi's natural scent?!

You loved his scent so much that you spent some of your days looking for perfumes that would smell like him, creepy yes but can anyone blame you?

“Oh my bad, I gotta go Captain, Sir Pixis and brother mine. I have stuffs to do.”

You stood up as you flipped your hair over your shoulder but Pixis called you before you could even leave the room.

“How good looking Captain Levi is?”

You eyed the old man with suspicion, Pixis has been teasing you too about the Captain but you highly doubt that Erwin told him about you crushing on Levi but if he did, then Erwin is the shittiest brother ever.

“Do you guys want me to be honest or...”

“BE HONEST.” the three men answered.

You pursed your lips together and playfully looked at Levi, you're gonna make sure your brother would be the one who's embarassed and not you. He might scold you later but seeing his face once you do it would be fucking beautiful. “Can you stand up for me, Captain?” Levi immediately complied but his hands were secretly shaking that's why he stuffed them inside his pockets.

You walked towards Levi and let your fingers played with his collar as you tilt your head side by side as if inspecting his face, those gray eyes would be the death of you and that jawline could cut your fingers once you run them on it but you won't mind.

“Captain Levi looks so good, Id let him tie me up on his bed, he looks so damn good I'd drop on my knees and I'd gladly let him ruin any other man for me. Is that enough for you guys to hear?”

Erwin's jaw literally dropped on the floor when you suddenly grabbed Levi by his collar just to press your lips on his.

“Yummy.” you whispered teasingly.

When you let Levi go, he immediately felt his knees weakened while you made your way towards the door.

“SUNNY! OUR MOTHER DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!” Erwin yelled.