#and usually he'll like. kneel close to where i'm sitting ??

[nebucat]

head in hands,

[bby-deerling]

zoro + being there for you

cw: established relationship, hurt/comfort, ptsd (reader)

tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @zorolux @indydonuts

you hadn't meant to snap at him—truly, you hadn't.

when you joined zoro in the observation tower, there was no reason for him to think you wouldn't want to train with him as per usual; however, coming straight from an uncomfortable appointment with chopper where you ended up having to divulge some things about your past that were painfully difficult to even think about, let alone speak about, you weren't in a state of mind to spar, not even close. comfort was what you were seeking, not a brutal clashing of fists and wooden practice swords, but when you sit to meditate, he won't stop making little digs at you, trying to needle you into joining him.

and eventually, you lose it, bouncing back and forth between yelling angrily at him for being so dense and completely shutting down, burying your head in your hands as you shake, feeling so foolish for letting someone else see you like this.

you expect him to storm out and leave, or to fight fire with fire and sling an equal amount of anger back towards you; instead, zoro surprises you, kneeling down in front of you with a bewildered expression on his face as he nudges your head upward to look at him.

"what's going on with you?" he asks, voice laced with concern as his hand reaches for yours. silence hangs between you for a moment, or two, or three as you gather the words, gather the courage to open the wound once more.

and then you spill your guts.

whenever you talk about it, the thing that plagues you like a shadow, you always regret speaking; it either elicits pity, or drives a wedge between you and your confidant. chopper had bawled his eyes out, which was neither helpful, nor soothing, and you truthfully had no idea how zoro was going to react.

once again, the swordsman shocks you.

"what can i do to help." he asks, determination in his eyes as he gets up and sits next to you on the bench; leaning into his touch, he throws an arm around you as you start to shake and whisper that you just need him to keep you safe. he holds you close, mumbling that he loves you as he presses a kiss to the top of you head, waiting for your breathing to calm before allowing himself to make a suggestion.

"i know you said you didn't want to train, but i think it'd help you to hit something right now." zoro says, gesturing towards the punching back sitting in the corner of the room. with a shaky nod, you agree and stand to your feet, your whole body trembling as you approach the sack, taking a deep breath before allowing a tight focus to wash over your mind and spirit.

by the time all is said and done you've busted the fabric, leaving the stuffing spilled all over the floor along with bits of spittle that had escaped your mouth when letting out strangled cries of frustration. but all in all, you're better off than you were before, nearly stable as you finally start to lose steam. "you were right. i feel better." you say as you catch your breath, running a hand through your sweat-soaked hair. "i'm sorry for losing it, i shouldn't have—" you start, but zoro cuts you off firmly.

"don't worry about it." he says, ruffling your tresses as he passes you a water bottle; you take a few gulps, but he gives you a warning glare when you try to give it back to him, a silent order for you to hydrate properly. "i'm here for you no matter what. all of us are." he adds, giving you a smile when you nod back to him in acknowledgement and attempt to return the water to him once more.

"drink more." he says as he shoves the bottle back in your face, making you giggle softly as he leaves no room for protests. the sound makes a small flash of relief wash across his face; he'll do anything to make sure you feel normalcy and safety, and is willing to lay his life on the line to make sure you're aware of that.

but if giving you a few hugs and letting you knock around his punching bag is enough, he's willing to do that too.

[riniworld]

bloody night for our love

YANDERE!knight oc x PRINCESS!f!reader

summary//senor just wanted to keep you,after all aren't you two meant to be?

warnings//obsession,yandere behavior,death,killing,blood

reference//you,she/her,my lady,y/n

a/n: Here you had already developed your relationship with Senor because I'm too lazy to write a whole fic about that (and lacking from ideas)

like after two or three weeks?

it was supposed to be a 'family dinner' but everything has destroyed.

you weren't at wrong,you won't apologize.

"i'm not that little child anymore! she can't control me! "

you walked angrily to your room, sinking in your thoughts.

you entered your room and threw yourself on your bed,buried your face in the pillow.

you don't want to cry but who are you fooling?..you don't stand a chance in front of the queen, if she said something it will be done.

you understand how she hate you and why but you too didn't show her your face alot,you either at your garden or in the village.

she don't have the right aftet all what she did, to tell you she can't stand you anymore and what? you should get married!

it's not your fault, you're just a victim in this forbidden relationship.

finally you let the pressure inside your chest get out in a little sobs

waking up at the sunshine and the birds singing would be a good feeling, if you weren't in this state.

getting yourself up with a groan,you don't want to argue with the queen and ruin your day.

So you asked to have breakfast in your room today.

senor has wondered all around the palace to see you

usually at this time you'll be having a breakfast with your sister so he'll get the chance to get lost looking at you, but where were you today?

he have to start his day with your smiling face.

did you went to the village already? didn't he told you to not go without him?

his head filled with ideas from all sorts.

he decided to ask the servants even if it will cause some suspension.

he felt relieved when he knew that you're in your room but then it hit him that something might have happened to you.

knock knock

senor opened the door in a rush when he heard the permission to enter.

you were sitting at a small table drinking tea.

"m'lady are you okay?" he closed the door behind him.

"eh senor? what the matter why are you so worried?"

"you didn't come out so i thought something happened, are you okay?"

you laughed nervously "i just got lazy to get out".

"Are you lying?" he said as he got closer to you.

"pardon?"

"i know when you lie y/n, so what happened?"

you sighed..In the short time you have known Senor, you have learned that he has an anger issues,so you avoided making him angry at all costs. but he always knew if you hide something from him.

"well...

"WHAT!"

"shh please senor someone will hear you"

"i don't f care if someone hear what do you mean she want to marry you to someone?!"

"senor..."

"i won't allow that"

"what are you gonna do??"

"you'll see" and with that he left the room.

you gasp for air as you see the scene in front of you.

this most be a nightmare,it has to be.

Senor's back facing you and under him...the queen and your sister dead body

drip drip

the blood dripping from his sword,this isn't the senor you know.

he turn to you

"run away,run away,run away, RUN AWAY. "

your mind keeps telling you to run away but you can't move anymore.

as senor get close enough he kneeled to your level

"shh,don't cry m'lady...that was necessary they wanted to do us apart!"

he reached his hand to wipe your tears away

"From the day I met your father, our fate was sealed to be together, they have no right to ruin that,right? i did that for our love."

your tears replaced with blood from his hand.

that was his promise to keep you with him forever.

a blood-stained promise

there's alot of red text here...and other red thing☺️(YES i SAID IT)

have a good day/night♡

masterlist

[animekpopsimp]

A Bit Overprotective (Cyno x younger sister reader)

Cyno really cares about you, you're his younger sister, the only family he had. He always kept a close eye on you, making sure you were safe. However, he could be a bit protective.

"Where are you going?" You heard your older brother's voice. You turned around and spotted Cyno standing there, his arms crossed. His lips were drawn into a thin line as he stared at you, an intense look in his eyes. You let out a sigh, hoping you wouldn't have to go through your brother's intense questioning like you usually did.

"I'm just going out" you stated, but your answer wasn't good enough for Cyno.

"Going where?" he continued to question you,

"to the forest, I'll be right back." You stated, your older brother was silent for a moment before he nodded.

"Stay safe" he stated, and then, he was gone. Another sigh escaped his lips as you shook your head, you loved your brother, but sometimes he worried about you too much.

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You had always felt calm when you were in the forest, many times you found yourself sitting there, admiring the nature around you. You were doing this, picking a flower that had caught your eye in the distance. As you admire it, you weren't paying close attention to your surroundings. A small, yet dangerous creature approached you from behind. Suddenly, you were knocked off your balance, grazing your arm on a nearby tree branch as you fell to the ground. You tried to reach for your weapon as fast as you could but before you could retaliate against your attacker, someone had already beaten you to it.

An arrow flew through the air, killing the creature as soon as it hit its mark. You turned around, eyes wide with surprise. Tighnari was standing there, looking as calm as ever. He made his way over to you, kneeling down next to you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, noticing the scratch on your arm.

"I'm fine" you shook your head, Tighnari held his hand out for you, helping you to your feet.

"Thanks," you told him, a grateful smile on your face.

Tighnari silently pulled out a bandage, wrapping it around your arm.

"You should get back to your brother, he'll start to get worried" you knew he was right, but you were afraid to see his reaction when he noticed you were injured. However, you also knew that you couldn't stay away from him for long.

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"What happened?" Cyno immediately noticed the bandage on your arm, you stopped, looking up at him. Once again, his arms were crossed as he looked at you with an intense expression on his face. Though there was a small hint of worry in his eyes. He may not show it often, but he really does love you.

"It's just a small scratch, I'm fine" you tried to ease his worries, but your older brother still looked tense. He walked up to you, eying the injury as he inspected you for any others. After a moment, he nodded. He then pulled you into a hug, keeping you close to his chest. It was rare that Cyno acted like this, but it made you smile, even if he could be overprotective at times.

[hilkaro]

Christmas One-Shoot-Silly-Special You & Fox Edition

🎄🎄🎄

You kneel with your hands on your knees next to the chair where your master sits. Fox reads a book, wearing reading glasses on his nose, legs crossed, his hand playing absently with your hair.

You savor this moment of peace and relaxation, glancing around the room. Outside, snow continues to fall steadily, enough to likely build a snowman. The fire crackles happily in the fireplace. Your eyes fall on a calendar hanging nearby. As Fox's pet, the concept of time or passing days no longer holds significance for you, but you notice a marked date. Today is December 23rd.

"Oh..." you let out a quiet sound of surprise. It's almost Christmas already.

You realize that the hand, which was playing with your hair moments ago, has frozen in place.

Damn!

You look up and meet his golden eyes. Bravo. You managed to capture his attention. That's the end of enjoying a moment of blissful peace.

"Something wrong?" he asks in his usual hoarse voice, a faint hint of curiosity lurking in it.

"Nothing, just... Christmas is almost here," you reply softly and shyly.

His gaze shifts to the calendar. "Hmm... true. So what?"

You squirm within yourself as he closes the book and sets it aside. Damn! Damn!

"Don't you care about the Christmas?"

You're taking a big risk with this question, but you have to say something; he expects it. Fox straightens up, placing both legs on the floor.

I'm not the Christmas kind of person, however…, he pauses his voice for a moment, his eyes sweep over your form and you immediately feel a cold sweat, "I could celebrate a little this year."

He stands up from the chair, wraps a leather leash around his hand, and pulls it, forcing you to stand.

"Come."

You both descend to the basement, a place you despise for the amount of humiliation and pain it witnesses, but also for the pleasure it brings. Fox nudges you towards the restraints, where he secures you in his favorite position — on your knees, hands bound above your head. This time, you receive knee guards with a spreader bar in between, preventing you from closing your thighs, no matter how much you may want to.

"Wait here."

As if you could go anywhere. You can't do anything about it. Your breath quickens, and your heart starts pounding in your chest. You know that in a moment, he'll return, and the play will begin. His play.

Indeed, after a while, Fox comes back, carrying a large box labeled "fucking christmas" in his hands. He's wearing a Santa hat, and his ears poke out from the white fluff. You recognize that he's humming the Christmas song "Let it Snow" under his breath.

He places the box on the chair, the only piece of furniture in the room, and rolls up the sleeves of his black turtleneck.

"What do we have here..." he mutters to himself, examining the contents and pulling out a red ribbon wound on a spool. "This will do!"

You swallow hard as he approaches you, having no idea what he's planning.

"Oh, I forgot about your clothes, what a oversight! You won't need them anymore."

He puts aside what he has in his hands and effortlessly tears off your meager clothing. You hiss through clenched teeth as the torn fabric irritates your skin.

"Well, that's better," he says with satisfaction, tossing the rags to the floor. He takes the ribbon in his hands and stands very close to you. His crotch is near your face and his already slightly engorged cock rubs against your cheek through his jeans. You try hard to look elsewhere.

Fox starts wrapping the ribbon around your wrist, then descends lower, winding it around your entire arm, then your torso, creating careful knots at several places, forming a pattern resembling a turtle shell. Then, diagonally, he wraps the ribbon around your thigh, accidentally-on-purpose brushing against your sensitive flesh multiple times, eliciting a gasp from you each time.

You see a smirk on his face, and you bite your lip.

When your leg is wrapped with the ribbon, Fox bites off a piece and returns to the box. You wonder about this peculiar bondage; the soft material embeds itself into your supple skin, but not unpleasantly.

He comes back with red bows, placing them on the knots on your torso. He takes a few steps back and looks at you appraisingly, puts a hand to his face and tilts his head as if he's thinking about something.

You glance down at your body; you feel like a wrapped present. The thought raises your temperature, and you feel a flush spreading across your cheeks.

Meanwhile, he approaches you again, this time with Christmas lights in his hands, and starts wrapping them around you from the opposite side of the red ribbon. He also wraps them around your chest, avoiding the bows previously placed there. When you are fully adorned with lights, Fox disappears from your field of vision humming to this "Last Christmas I gave you my heart", and after a moment, the colorful bulbs illuminate. You didn't expect this, and now your eyes are teary. You try to blink away the tears intensely.

"You look really adorable," he says in a low and hoarse voice, approaching you. "Like a real Christmas tree..."

He walks over to a box and humming the tune Jingle Bells, he pulls out two golden bells attached to clips. You nervously shake your head as Fox approaches you. You know exactly where he's going to place them, and you brace yourself for the pain.

"Relax..." he advises, fastening the clips onto your nipples.

You hiss in pain, and a few tears roll down your flushed cheeks, but fortunately, the uncomfortable feeling is easy to ignore after a while. Your nipples have been through so much that these clips are no challenge for them.

"See, it's not so bad," he says in a soothing tone.

With each deep breath you take, the bells lightly jingle, which would be amusing if it weren't for the fear of what will happen next.

"Do you know what else a real tree needs?" he asks in a light tone, and you shake your head in response, causing the bells to ring louder.

"You're missing a star on top," he answers, pressing a golden glass star into your stiff fingers. "Just be careful, pet; you wouldn't want to drop it, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't," you confirm weakly, wondering what harm dropping such a glass star on your head might cause.

"Hmmm... something else..." he murmurs, returning to the box. He pulls out a small bauble.

You look at him with wide eyes, wondering where this small decoration will end up.

"Open wide~" he says cheerfully, placing the bauble right by your mouth.

With hesitation, you open your mouth, feeling the delicate glass ornament being slowly and carefully inserted. Eventually, the bauble wedges between your teeth.

"I'd be very careful if I were you. You wouldn't want to cut your lips and tongue, would you?" he asks, sounding caring, as if it were your idea and not his.

You immediately start salivating. Fox looks at you with satisfaction, using his thumb to wipe the drool from your chin.

You can do nothing but breathe through your nose and watch his every move with wide, terrified eyes. Meanwhile, he disappears from your sight again, only to return with a massaging wand in his hands.

"Are you ready?" he asks in a low voice, his tail twitching with excitement. "This year, you've ended up on the naughty list, and Santa isn't all that saintly..."

[antiromantic-astronaut]

choi san x gender neutral reader

summary: San's partner suffers a severe panic attack. This is how they get through it together.

content warnings: panic disorder (forgetting how to breathe and swallow), going non-verbal, forgetting words, guilt.

San checks his phone for the umpteenth time, and bites the inside of his cheek with worry. It's unlike you to not respond to a text for so long. He texted you this morning, wishing you well and telling you he loves you, and he hasn't heard back from you at all.

He tried calling you around 2 in the afternoon, and you didn't pick up. He looks at the time. It's half past 5 now. He'll be here recording for a few more hours. He decides to try calling you again when you respond to his text.

I'm sorry. Persimmon.

His heart aches. Persimmon is the word you use to let him know that you're not well. You've struggled with a panic disorder since you were a kid, and medication and therapy help to manage it most days. But some days, it gets bad. Often, those days render you nonverbal, so San designated a word for you to text him and let him know what's happening.

He's frustrated. Not because you're struggling, but because you didn't let him know sooner. He knows that it's because you don't want to burden him, but he's told you again and again that he wants to be there with you and for you, no matter what. It breaks his heart that when you're hurting so much that you can't speak, you don't expect anyone to help you.

He texts you back, I'm coming home. I love you.

He goes to Hongjoong and explains the situation to him, and together they talk with management. San gets the okay to leave early. He tells his members that he's sorry, and they reassure him that it's okay. They love him, they love you.

San changes out of his stage clothes and into something incognito so he can slip away without much notice.

I'm on my way. I'll be home in about 20 minutes.

When he gets to your apartment, he takes his shoes off and walks purposefully through the kitchen, the living room, and to the bedroom. But you're not in bed where he expects you to be.

The bathroom door is closed, so he calls your name and listens. He hears a soft reply and opens the door. You're sitting between the toilet and the wall with your forehead on your knees, and an ice pack on the back of your neck. He kneels next to you and takes a deep breath.

He holds out his hand and waits for you to take it.

"Can I hold you?" He asks. You squeeze his hand once for no. "That's okay. Can I get you some water?"

Two squeezes for yes. He assures you he'll be right back. He looks for your water bottle in its usual spot, but it's not there. He doesn't want to leave you alone for too long, so he settles for a mug.

When he gets back to you, you've started to cry. You're trembling and your breath is stilted, like each intake is only half completed.

He sits next to you on the cold bathroom floor and offers you water. You look up at him, but he can tell you're not seeing him. He takes your hand in both of his.

"Hey, you're safe," he says. "You're safe. I love you. You're safe."

You blink sluggishly, and pooled tears spill down your cheeks.

"San?" His name is a whispered question, like you're unsure of where you are.

"Yes, baby, it's me. You're at home with me, and you're safe."

He offers you water and you take a small gulp, but you forget how to swallow and choke. The panic in your eyes is terrifying. Now you can't remember how to breathe at all.

"Hey, hey, look at me," San brings your hand up to his chest and lays it flat so you can feel him breathing. "In," he takes a deep breath in. "Out. In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4."

You breathe together for a few minutes, and then you try to take another sip of water.

"There you go," he praises you. "You're doing so well."

By the time your breathing has regulated, the ice pack on your neck is room temperature. San takes it from you and sets it next to the now empty mug.

"Is it okay if we go to bed?" He asks.

You take his hand and squeeze it twice. He slowly stands up and helps you do the same. He notices now that you're still in your pajamas. You never made it to work today. He sits you on the bed and says he'll be right back.

He refills your mug and places the ice pack in the freezer. He turns on the essential oil diffuser and lays down next to you.

"Can I...?" You ask, unable to remember the words for what you want, so you pat his chest.

"Of course. Come here," he says, opening his arms.

You lay on top of him and take a deep breath. He smells like vetiver and cedarwood. It's so soothing. He holds you tight enough to let you know he's got you, but loose enough that you don't feel restrained. Your eyes feel like they've been treated with sandpaper. You close them and they sting, but you will them to stay shut.

You fall asleep to the steadiness of San's heartbeat. He stays awake, fighting his own regrets. There are a lot of maybes that go through his mind, even though he knows that he couldn't have done more than he did.

In all honesty, he was surprised by this panic attack. It had been almost six months since the last time you'd had one. He took for granted that healing isn't a straight path to the finish line. That's something he remembers reading when he'd researched panic disorders after you first confided in him about your experiences. Healing could be chaotic and painful. He doesn't know what triggered this attack, and that scares him. How can he protect you from something he can't recognize as a threat?

You shift in his arms with a whimper. He's scared that you're having a nightmare, and he doesn't want you to wake up in a panic, so he gently calls your name until you wake.

"San?" You sit up and survey the room. He left a nightlight on for you. You look at the digital clock. It's just after 2 am.

"I'm here," he assures you, hand on your knee.

You're quiet for a minute, and then in a very small voice, you apologize. Your breath hitches, and tears begin to well. You're so sorry.

San immediately sits up and wraps his arms around you.

"Hey, you haven't done anything wrong. I love you. I'm here because I want to be here. I love you so much."

"I can't," you can't remember words. Your brain is static between your ears. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. Let's breathe." He guides you through a breathing exercise. He asks you to describe something you hear. You tell him the ceiling fan is humming. He asks you what you smell. You describe the lavender essential oil and him. He taps on each of your finger tips, counting them out to you.

"I have ten fingers," you say.

"Ten perfect fingers," he kisses the back of your hand.

You hug him around his neck, calmer now than you've been in the last 24 hours. You know you'll have to do hard work in the morning. You'll have to reschedule with your therapist to an earlier date, you'll have to try to eat and keep it down, you'll have to attempt to identify what triggered this attack, you'll have to work through the guilt of pulling San into your mess. But gods, are you so grateful he's here.

"San," you pull away from him just a little bit. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you."

"Please," his voice cracked. "You haven't done anything wrong. I love you too. So much."

You cuddle up together and sleep for a while. You're both exhausted, but being together is like a promise that tomorrow will be better.

[author's note: i want you to know that if you suffer from an anxiety/panic disorder, i see you and i'm proud of you for surviving. not everyone has access to the help they need. i love you. you're not alone.]

[2dboisloyal-devotee]

Might I request platonic yandere Garry (ib) with a g/n reader? Maybe reader fills a similar role as Ib, possibly Garry's snapping point is after the doll room? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Sure, anon, hope you enjoy!

Thorns in The Flesh

>)~ Headcanons/imagines

TW: yandere, obsessive and overprotective behaviors, paranoia bordering delusional, guilt trip, yadda yadda the usual

Proceed with caution, I don't take responsibility for any younger ages reading.

Where to begin with this guy... there's nothing wrong with him, he's barely slipping by though I feel, it won't take much for him to just snap even before the doll room scene. It would just take a turn for the worse from already bad situation if you're his friend who accompany him to the art gallery.

How you act towards him will have a big influence for sure, but you still could able to stop him do some things (like kicking the mannequin head if you manage to convince him that it might get him cursed and it's unwise to harm the art gallery's alive properties. From there, he'll have the conscience to not kick the blue doll later on.)

For him to be more overprotective, you might have to be clumsy/get hurt too much even if you're by his side. Do you think he could just stand back and let you get hurt again while in his watch?

He can get really annoyingly fussy over your being and justifying what you deem as too much is only for your own good. The art gallery isn't just the one making him crazy, it is just really that crazy.

“I'm sorry, but if it were safe from the beginning, I wouldn't have to do this...”

The art gallery may notice this and is going to have a field day from this, being more aggressive in their games.

Cue making him look like a maniac from how much he has to be by your side whenever and whereever, it's suffocating on how he always have a hand to get hold of you whether it be on your should or holding tightly your hand that you can feel his palm is cold or sweating most of the time.

If there comes a time to do a puzzle which only requires one person, he will only waste time by just fretting over the ways he could do it together and make it possible with his efforts no matter how (maybe you could make him stop...)

When you decide to discuss about it as gentle as you could to him in the safe room, you can only hope to make him less worried (can you?)

You're currently sitting while leaning on the side of a book shelf, his coat draping over your back before you decide to speak up.

“Hey, Gary... Aren't you tired? ...you should rest for a moment and save your energy.” You frown, brows creasing with worry.

In the middle of his pacing back and forth, he stops suddenly, kneeling to see you at your eye level and holding your shoulder. “Listen, (name). Please hear me closely, do you know why we're here only to suffer at these things' mercy? We're here as the victims, and don't get me wrong, while this room looks safe... I don't trust it a bit.”

“But, Gary, we're two people. I'm not going to just let you do all—everything you know? In turn, I could keep watch while you re—”

Gary stares with widening eyes like he just heard you said the worst offense ever in the whole world, he shakes his head slowly despite words streaming out his mouth. “Nonononono you-don't-know-how-things-could-get-bad-here-anytime! I wouldn't be able to rest knowing you might possibly be in danger even in this room I wouldn't be able to live with myself what if you get injured or worse ... ”

Things will be awkward between the two of you and while he may get more quiet and cold the more time passes, you can't miss his still-overbearing acts like a watchful guard dog. He wants you to only listen to him as he's the only one who knows the best for you. The solace to be away from him is beginning to sound tempting even in this place...

Especially after someone's arrival who just run into you, he's... not so subtly emanating a thick yet sharp silent hostility.

The yellow haired girl looks stunned for a moment to find another another person despite how she just get knocked over herself.

“Are—are you okay, (name)??” There he starts again... Gary checks you everywhere he thinks you could get injured or something worrying.

“I'm fine, Gary... More importantly—” You're about to glance at the girl when Gary stands in front of you, looking at her as if she's the villain that she starts to get scared of him and backs off with the intent to run away but you soon call out to her.

“I'm sorry, are you okay? You must be another visitor like us, we were also looking for a way to get out.” You smile as if trying to reassure her and slowly approach her, avoiding how Gary tries to stop you in place. “You can call me (Name) and... This person beside me is Gary, what about you?”

“(Name)...” The girl gapes with awe at you as if you're the knight in shining armor and she quickly speak up in a giddy voice while offering her hand which you accept. “My name is Mary! It's so nice to meet you...! I, I was really scared... and alone... I was looking to see if there was anyone else too...”

“Don't worry, now that there's more people, we can work together and find the way out! Isn't that relieving to hear, Gary?” You muster up a smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere between the two of them.

He has no time to care about some random suspicious passerby, be it a kid or old people—he has to restrain himself not ripping her hand off you right then and there when you return her handshake.

While he stands between you and her whose talkativeness only applies to you as you reply her with equal excitement (+ relief to have someone else beside him), his thoughts are wrecking havoc; what if she's working together with the people behind all of this? She may seem innocent but that could be a trick to lure you. She might wait for the perfect moment to strike. Don't trust her, donttrustheedonttrustherdont—

Every what ifs are passing through his mind and he's all the more deluded to believe she's out to harm you once you got separated from him by the thick vines coming out of a painting in the middle of hallway.

“(Name)! Are you okay!?” At this rate he sounds almost like hypervilanting, all the three of you are terrified for different yet similar reasons.

“I'm fine, Gary... Ho..how about you?” you ask.

“...I'm okay, everything will be alright, everything will be alright ... ” he keeps muttering as if possessed rather than saying it to soothe you.

Mary clutch your hand, whispering to you with trembling voice. “..I'm scared of him, (Name)... Can we just leave him? Maybe he needs to be left alone for a bit to calm down...”

You nod stiffly before telling Gary to not worry about you, since you won't be alone and have Mary.

An eerie silence falls down, then Mary decides to pull you, asking to go with her and trust him. Finally, you two leave him, who is now all alone.

He may be scared of being alone, but the fear he has over your safety is indescribable, he goes in the room on his left side hastily, searching for clues while at times staring the dolls that sit around the room with loathe before he finally exit through a hole behind the bookshelf.

On to the way to the doll room, we may see him succeed getting out from there and continuing the explore with Ib after the truth about Mary. He's right for once again, even scolding you a bit when you got too friendly with her.

Because Mary is mostly out of the picture now, Gary has calmed down quite a bit, realizing he may actually be too much after all and apologizing.

If we put the best end; Promise of Reunion, here after you escape with him from the fake art gallery out into the real one together and manage to restore the memories, everything should end there at a satisfying yet hopeful note.

It should have. So why is there a feeling of lingering dread and being watched again even now when you're alone after departing from Gary?

“I'm sorry...”

[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 18: Shot Again

Sam squeezed her eyes shut as he walked past them and for a moment, everything was silent. She heard running footsteps and panicked as she saw someone running toward her. It was Deaton. 

"Sam, are you okay?", he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down to her.

"I-", Sam looked around and her eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken almost like someone had planted an explosive. It didn't look like someone had emerged out of the hole.

Peter's alive. She touched her side where the bite was and lifted her shirt to see the scar had faded. It wasn't completely gone which reassured her, but still. 

She looked at Derek's fallen body and teared up. "What did I do?", she whimpered, crawling over to him and shaking him. Deaton walked over to her. "I'm not quite sure.", he placed his fingers on Derek's pulse.

"He's alive.", he said and pulled out a small metal whistle. Sam let out a small sigh of relief. "What's that for?", Sam asked.

Once he put it to his mouth, a quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open as he gasped, covering his ears.

"That—that sound. What was it?", Derek weakly asked as Sam helped him sit up. Deaton held up the dog whistle with a smile on his face.

Derek, unamused, immediately stood, almost falling over. Deaton and Sam had to catch and steady him.

"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you.", Deaton warned. He let go of Derek's shoulders and Derek looked down at his arm that was slowly healing.

"It actually happened.", he spoke in realization.

"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one.", Deaton said.

Derek turned to Sam, angry. "What did you do?" Sam backed away. "I don't know." She looked away, trying to remember.

She was at Lydia's party, she remembered seeing Scott for half a second but after that was it. "The last thing I remember was talking to Scott and I found his phone. I heard your voicemail, and I was gonna go and find him and then that was it. Now I'm here."

"Where is he?", Derek asked. Sam shrugged, looking at him. "I can't – I can't hear him or feel him. I always felt this pressure when he was about to do something or whenever he was around in general. Now I don't feel it."

Derek huffed before turning to Deaton, stepping to him to scare the older man. "Then how about you tell me what you're doing here. And why you're helping me?"

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life.", Deaton said with a straight face. "Helping you, was a promise I made to your mother." He turned to Sam. "Even your mother."

Sam's eyes widened. "What…?" Mom knows about stuff like this…? 

Derek's eyes widened in recollection. "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're, uh, some kind of advisor."

"She was right. And I have some advice that you both need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, he's cunning. He's going to come at you. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, praying on your insecurities—"

"I wouldn't be surprised.", Sam muttered. 

"He'll tell you he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"I don't trust anyone.", Derek retorted with a smile. Sam rolled her eyes. 

"I know. And if you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one of the people you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"And the other person you should trust, you don't right now.", Deaton said, glancing at Sam. Derek looked at her, but she stared at the hole in shame. She couldn't meet his eyes.

"You need to find Scott. You need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me it's going exactly the way he wants it to.", Deaton says, leaving.

Sam sighed, turning away from Derek and digging into her pocket for her phone. Her eyes widened at the multiple notifications. One stuck out more than the others as she looked at the text Scott sent her.

'ITS MATT'

"Holy shit.", she muttered. Derek walked up to her. "What?"

"Matt. Matt's the master.", Sam says, and saw a text from Stiles. 'You gotta come to the station. Need to testify against Matt'

Sam frowned, putting away her phone and running out of the house. Derek followed behind, getting her in his car.

After being dressed in better clothes, they walked inside the station. It was eerily quiet, and it bothered her so much.

She looked over at Derek, as he was just as on edge.

"Scott? Stiles?" Sam called loudly to get someone's attention. The station was usually bombarded with the smell of coffee and as much as she hated it, she preferred it over the metallic smell that entered her nose.

She walked over to the front desk and saw the receptionist slumped on the wall, bloody and lifeless.

"Shit…", she covered her mouth.

Sam backed away and heard a grunt behind her. Spinning around, she saw Jackson holding Derek with a clawed finger over his mouth to tell her to be quiet.

Derek was paralyzed and Sam definitely could've been next.

He grabbed Derek, dragging him while Jackson dragged Sam along by the arm towards the back and to a closed door. 

After letting go of her, Jackson placed Derek in front as if he was standing up on his own. The door swung open, revealing Scott, Stiles, and Matt waiting on the other side.

"Oh, thank God.", Scott let out a breath of relief when he saw Derek beside Sam. Jackson let go of his hold on the older male and Derek fell on his back, much to the werewolf's shock.

Jackson pushed Sam forward into the room. She frowned, seeing Matt pointing a gun at her. "Well, well.", Matt maniacally smirked. She looked at the pile of phones on the desk.

"You sent the text.", Sam said, looking at him.

"Smart girl." Matt moved over so he was crouching over a paralyzed Derek.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?", Derek grumbled, paralyzed and irritated. 

"Well Derek, not everyone is lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh yeah! That's—that's right! I've learned a few things lately.", Matt said standing up. "Werewolves, hunters, unturned psychotic Alphas, kanimas, it's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"An abominable snowman, but it's more of like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal.", Stiles sarcastically replies.

Matt, unamused, motioned his head over to Jackson. Jackson raised a hand, slicing his claws through the back of Stiles' neck. Sam and Scott rushed to get him, but Jackson quickly stopped his friends. 

"Bitch.", Stiles mumbled out as his body crumbled and landed him on top of Derek. Sam sighed, stepping away.

"Get him off of me.", Derek demanded through his teeth.

"Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair.", Matt said, tauntingly. "It must kinda suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

Derek glared at him. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch!", Stiles mumbled in Derek's shirt. Matt glanced over at Sam. Sam glared at him. She knew he knew something. All it took was for one of them to confirm it for him.

"Relax, Sam.", Matt pointed his gun towards her.

"I don't know why you think pointing your gun at me is gonna intimidate me.", Sam says, shrugging. "You won't.", she challenged.

His eyebrows rose. "I won't?", he chuckled. "Y'know, I thought it was weird. I figured you weren't at the party to be at the party but to help these fools."

"Technically, I was kidnapped!", Sam corrected.

"I thought you were so sweet. Such a good friend to these idiots. Even for Allison. I liked that.", he continued.

"Yeah, and I still am. But not if you're gonna keep pointing a gun in my face. How can I be nice to someone threatening me without a good purpose?", Sam asked. His face almost softened, almost like he was considering it until his face contorted in anger.

A loud blast rang out in the room and before Sam could react, Jackson grabbed her.

Her vision blurred and she heard ringing before her eyes focused. She could hear Scott yelling, Stiles' loud mumbling, and Derek's loud growling. Her hand flew to her right side as she felt a burning pain and warm liquid seeping through her fingers.

Matt shot at her, only having the bullet graze her side. 

It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but it did. And it was annoying.

"Next time, I won't miss.", Matt threatened. She huffed through her nose, her eyes fluttering from blood loss.

"Matt, what the hell?", Scott screamed.

"Shut up, McCall!", Matt pointed the gun at Scott next. Before he could say anything, a pair of headlights hitting the window cut him off.

"Ah…" He smiled. "Is that her?", Matt asked Scott in a taunting voice. He flashed him a smirk. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Who was her? Who else was called here??

"Scott, don't trust him!", Stiles screamed. Matt reached down and grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt and yanked him off of Derek. Matt presses his foot down onto Stiles' throat suffocating their friend.

Sam went to help Stiles, but Jackson pulled her back, flashing a clawed hand in her face for good measure.

"Is this better for you?", Matt asked as Stiles' face turned red and he began choking.

"Matt, stop!", Sam screamed.

"Stop! Just stop!", Scott yelled.

"Then do what I tell you.", Matt ordered. "Okay!", Scott blurted out. "Alright." Matt didn't move to get off Stiles' throat.

"Matt, stop it!", Sam screamed, watching Stiles almost turn purple. Matt turned his attention to me and finally took his shoe off. Stiles hacked and coughed, trying to catch his breath.

"You," Matt looked to Jackson, "take them in there. You," Matt looked at Scott, "with me."

Matt looked at Sam. "You too." He yanked her from Jackson's grip and dragged her out of the room, trailing after Scott.

They went down the hallway Jackson earlier had dragged Sam and Derek through and stopped at its entrance. Matt pushed Sam in as she stood next to Scott.

"Mom?", Scott called, and Sam eyes widened. He brought her here?

"Oh, you scared me. Where is every—", Ms. McCall's voice trailed off when her eyes met her son and his best friend held at gunpoint.

Tears and fear immediately filled her eyes. Her eyes trailed to the bloody wound on Sam's side, making her cover her mouth.

"Mom," Scott tried to say calmly, "just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right," Matt agreed, coming up from behind them. Scott and Sam both turned around. Matt pulled back the trigger and shot Scott in the abdomen.

Melissa and Sam screamed in shock as Scott went down.

Sheriff Stilinski began screaming for Scott and Stiles. He's here too?

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you.", Matt took a few steps forward and looked down to a bleeding Scott. "Next one goes through you." Matt latched onto Sam's arm, twisting it behind her back.

"Wai—" Melissa took a few steps forward. Sam's eyes widened at her. "No-!" 

"Back! Back!", Matt yelled, pointing the gun at her.

"Mom! Mom! Stop! Mom!" Scott put pressure on his wound. Sam knew he could heal, but how was he gonna explain that to his mom…

"I said, get back.", Matt slowly warned, his crazed eyes watering.

"Scott," she whimpered.

"Melissa, please.", Sam whimpered, pleading with her. She nodded, tears dripping down her face as she retreated backwards.

"Get up, McCall.", Matt demanded.

"Matt, Matt, listen to me!" Sheriff Stilinski's voice echoed throughout the station. Where was he??

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt roared. "Everybody shut the hell up!" The gun clutched in Matt's hand was being waved around. Matt was hyperventilating, turning his head from Scott to Melissa, then back to Scott again.

"Now get up or I shoot both of them next!", he ordered Scott, pointing to the gun from Sam's temple to Melissa. Scott hurried and listened. The armed psycho dragged them into the cell room where they found Sheriff Stilinski handcuffed to a pipe on the wall.

"Sam...", Mr. Stilinski's eyes widened as he saw Sam. Fear and anger washed over his face as he glared at the boy behind her. 

Matt pushed Sam into the room and finally let her go to Melissa.

"Please, he needs to see a doctor.", Melissa pleaded as Matt locked her in a holding cell.

"You think so?", Matt asked, amused.

"Hey, hey you listen to me!", Sheriff Stilinski yelled from his position.

"It's alright! I'm okay!", Scott reassured.

"No honey, you're not okay.", Melissa whimpered to her son.

"Melissa, trust me, he's okay.", Sam tried to reassure.

"It doesn't hurt mom.", Scott said.

"Cause that's the adrenaline. Please just– please let me take a look at him, okay? I mean I can help stop the bleeding."

"They have no idea, do they?", Matt taunted Scott.

"Matt, stop it.", Sam growled. Melissa cried as Matt kicked Sam in her side. Sam dropped to a knee, cupping a hand over her wound and shakily stood.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!", Matt screamed. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet through his head. Then her head."

"Okay, okay.", Melissa whimpered.

"Back to the front, McCall. You too, Sam." Scott and Sam looked at each other and began walking, Matt following behind them with his gun. 

They walked back to the room where Stiles and Derek were still on the floor. Matt jabbed the gun into Sam's back, making her growl. "We don't have what you want. Why are you here?" 

"No, no, I want the book!", Matt snapped.

"Wha—what book?", Scott stuttered in confusion.

"The bestiary!"

Sam's eyes widened. Gerard's book??? Why does he know about that?

"Not just the few pages, I want the entire thing.", Matt demanded. 

"Matt, we don't have it. Gerard does.", Sam says. "What do you want it for anyways?", Scott asked.

"I need answers.", Matt said. 

"Answers to what?", Scott yelled.

"To this!" Matt pulled up his shirt to reveal his side, covered in Kanima skin. Scott, Stiles, and Sam's eyes widened at the blue scales.

Matt was turning into the Kanima? Or a Kanima??? How?

"Matt.", Sam called.

"I want the book!", he yelled. "Okay!", Sam yelled. "We can help you without the book."

Derek, Stiles and Scott looked at her with wide eyes. What is she talking about? They didn't have it or any other solutions. "How?", Matt asked, suspicious. 

"It's hard to explain. But if you let us go, we can take you to Deaton's. He can help you.", Sam says, cautiously. "He helped me, and he can definitely do the same for you."

It wasn't exactly a lie. She wasn't sure what Deaton had but they did say they were gonna save Jackson.

Matt's connected to Jackson. "You have a link with Jackson. If we can save you, we'll also save Jackson.", Sam says.

He stared at her for a moment, his lip quirked a bit. "That blood loss must really be messing with your head.", he says before lifting his gun and shooting her in her leg. Sam fell with a shout of pain. All the boys but Jackson and Matt yelled. 

Sam groaned, turning on her unwounded side, trying to elevate her leg as she laid on her back. Matt turned to Scott. "Now, McCall.", Matt ordered, pointing the gun at Scott.

"He shot you.", Derek gruffed, his chest going up and down.

Sam huffed through her nose as she tried to keep her shaky leg up as the boys left.

Matt left Sam, Stiles and Derek under the surveillance of robotic like Jackson. He was guarding the exit to the door, his back to them. Derek, Stiles, and Sam sat in silence until Derek spoke up once more.

"I'm fine, I'm fine.", Sam rushed, trying to ignore the pain. 

"No Sam, you just got shot!", Stiles exclaimed.

She didn't say anything. If she said anything anymore, it wouldn't make a difference. Matt shot her. Twice.

"Hey, you know what's happening to Matt?", Stiles whispered to Derek.

"Yeah, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules. Not like this.", Derek explained. 

"What do you mean?", Stiles asked.

"He's saying there's a price for each action for the Kanima.", Sam says.

"The universe balances things out. It always does."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people that don't deserve it?"

"Killing people himself."

"So…" Stiles starts. "Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima.", Sam whispered.

"Balance.", Derek said.

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?", Stiles asked. 

"Not likely.", Derek answered.

"Okay he's going to kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?", Stiles realized.

"Yup." Derek and Sam sighed. Stiles joined in on the sigh.

"So, what the hell do we do?", Sam asked, sweating. Losing blood was starting to give her a headache.

"Kill him before he kills you.", Derek simply said. Sam looked at him crazy. What?

"Well, that isn't exactly going to work with you two paralyzed, Jackson standing outside the door waiting to rip his claws through us, and Scott, his mom and the sheriff being held at gunpoint.", Sam listed.

"I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.", Derek thought aloud.

Stiles and Sam looked at Derek as they heard a scratching noise. Derek's claws were out and poked into his jean covered thigh.

Sam quickly looked away, not wanting to see his blood. "Gross.", Stiles whined weakly. Matt stormed in, rushing over to Sam. "You. With me. Now."

Sam struggled to get up. "I can't walk!", she exclaimed. "Now!", he yelled, pushing her. She limped, following him out. Scott followed them and Matt made them walk in front of him as he brought them into the large office room. Scott and Sam turned around to face Matt.

"I feel sorry for you, McCall, because now you're thinking 'how am I going to explain this when it heals'? Sad part is that you don't realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.", Matt began pacing.

Sam frowned at him sadly. "You drowned, didn't you?", she asked. If Jackson couldn't move in the water as the Kanima, that'd have to reflect as to how Matt felt or experienced. That was the only solution she could think of. Anything traumatic with a pool? Drowning.

"He shouldn't have let them drink.", Matt leaned against one of the deputy's desks.

"Who?", Sam asked.

"Lahey!", he yelled. "He shouldn't have let them drink." 

"Who was drinking?", Scott asked.

"The swim team, you idiots! I didn't know what was happening! I didn't know they had just won states. And Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?", he sneered.

"You were at Isaac's?", Sam asked, confused.

"He had this first edition spider-man novel—or was it…batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there, and I hear music, and everyone's having a good time. And I see Shawn, he—he throws Jesscia in the pool. And then Bennett goes in…"

"Bennett? The hunter?", Scott asked. 

"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother. He grabs me. He thinks it's funny."

"They threw you in.", Scott realized. "You couldn't swim.", Sam chimed in.

"I-I yelled 'I can't swim', but nobody listened. I go under, and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Shawn's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Cara, and I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're fucking laughing! All of the sudden I'm- I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me and he says," Matt walked over to Scott and began jabbing finger at Scott's chest, "'you tell no one. This - this is your fault! Don't know how to swim? What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!'"

He huffed and his blue eyes filled with tears. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I would wake up in the middle of the night, I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was asthmatic! They- they- they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes I…I was drowning."

Matt took a shaky breath. "You know that little white light they talk about? You see when you die? I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark."

"So, you killed all of them that killed you.", Sam says, sympathetic.

"But then, then came the Argent's funeral. And everything changed." Matt's face contorted to a glare, and he pointed at her.

"I saw you there, Sam, and Allison of course. I was taking some photos, I got one of you, by accident, then Lahey got in one of the photos! I looked down at the screen at my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me! And I just– I look at him, and I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like the furies coming down to punish Ortheses…"

Scott looked confused as ever. Matt scoffed, "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?", Scott innocently stuttered.

"Ugh, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!", Matt scolded Scott for his ignorance, waving the gun in his face.

"Ortheses is a deity of vengeance.", Sam informs, and Matt's face almost lightened up. "I knew you were smarter than your idiot friends. The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair."

"If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.", Sam says.

"Jackson is my fury.", Matt nodded his head to his lizard friend standing in the hallway. "And when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me. And I knew he would do it again. So, I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change," he smiles. "And guess what? He didn't even recognize me! So, when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So, I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. Jackson would take their life."

Matt leaned against the desk from before after he stopped pacing. The room was silent for a moment until the power suddenly went out.

"What is this?", Matt asked. The two could hear him shuffling to stand up. The emergency lighting flashed on and all the sudden, the piercing sound of a siren started to wail. Sam covered her ears to shorten the loud noise. 

"What is this? What's happening? What's going on?", Matt shouted, pointing the gun at Scott and Sam.

"I don't know!", Scott stuttered.

Matt was ready to shoot them because he thought they were taking him down when in actuality, none of them knew what was going on. A pair of headlights swept over the outside of the building and illuminated the dark room.

Scott and Sam's eyes widened in fear as they could see a few figures standing out there with guns in their hands.

Shit. 

Scott pulled her down before the windows shattered from the impact of the bullets.

Who the hell else was trying to kill them??? Who knew they were here??

"Matt, get down! Now!", Sam yelled. She couldn't see him due to the smoke and Scott pulled at her.

"He can't see us. Get out.", Scott whispered to her.

"Matt may not be able to see but Jackson sure can.", Sam gruffed. 

"Don't worry about Jackson, I've got him covered.", Scott said and got up from their hiding spot under the desk and began running. 

Sam watched Scott run out of the room and throw Jackson down. She ran out of the room and ran with Scott to go get Stiles and Derek. Scott kneeled down next to Stiles, and Sam crouched to Derek.

"Take him.", Derek ordered, moving the upper half of his body. "Go!" He yelled. Scott struggled at first but picked up a paralyzed Stiles and ran off with him to go leave him in a safe place.

"Can you move?", Sam hurriedly asked Derek.

"Kind of, it's wearing off.", he said as he dug his claws into his thigh some more and finally got to move.

Sam helped him up, wincing at her leg. "You're still bleeding.", Derek says, frowning at her wounds. She shook her head. "I'll live. You need to be careful. Jackson's about to go full Kanima on us, Matt's still got a gun, and there's other people here trying to shoot us."

She turned her head around to make sure no one was behind them, but when she looked back, Derek had already run off, ordering her to hide.

She ran out of the room and stalked around as quietly as possible. Matt was still roaming around with a gun, pissed.

This was too much.

Sam turned a corner and gasped at Allison standing in the smoke in front of her, a glare visible on her face.

She was holding a crossbow in her hand and aimed at Sam.

"Allison.", Sam warned. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Derek?", she asked, threateningly.

"What?" Sam's eyes widened. If she's here… the other Argents are here.

Shit.

"You guys did that? You guys shot at us? We already have Matt to worry about we don't need you and your stupid little hunter problems to deal with right now!", Sam yelled at Allison.

"Where is he?", she grounded through her teeth.

"Allison, you might wanna rethink your choices. You're looking a lot like Kate right now."

Her gaze hardened. "Stay out of my way, Sam." 

She shoulder checked Sam and she ran down the hall she came from.

Derek didn't know they were here for him. She had to tell him.

She looked around for the holding cell and heard a shrill cry from Melissa.

Reaching the room, Sam hides on the wall outside. Peaking her head out a little, she looked into the room to see Stiles' dad passed out on the floor and Melissa right up against the bars of her cell. Matt was standing over the unconscious Sheriff. 

"Matt. Matt, listen to me! My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire and I don't know what's happening, but will you please just let me see my son.", Melissa pleaded, tears in her eyes. 

"How totally clueless are you people?", Matt asked a terrified Melissa.

Sam glared at Matt as he walked over to Melissa. Sam crawled into the room while he was distracted and rammed him in the wall. 

"And how stupid can you be?", Sam yelled. He got up and Sam kicked him down. She stepped on the arm that held the gun.

"I couldn't give a damn if you shot me. But you threatened and hurt my friends because you were hurting. What sense does that make?", Sam asked, looking down at him.

Sam heard a snarl behind her and saw Derek's red eyes. Matt pushed her out of the way, trying to reach for his gun. 

Melissa yelped, backing up in her cell. Matt and Derek stared each other down until Jackson came with a reptilian screech.

Derek roared so loud, Sam had to cover her ears as he and the Kanima began fighting, throwing each other all over the room. Sam got up, backing out of the way and Matt charged at her, pushing her against a wall.

She grunted, falling against the wall and frowned, seeing him look panicked. He was just reacting on his feelings other than anger now. He just wanted to get out.

Sam tried to get up, but her leg started bleeding more and he ran off. Fuck.

Derek ran towards the lizard and the Kanima grabbed the cell bars and lifted his feet up to kick Derek back. The Kanima hissed at Melissa just as Scott came in and threw the Kanima out the room.

The Kanima hissed and Sam stood to follow it, but Derek pulled her away, hiding her behind the wall in the shadows.

Before she could ask, he lifted his finger to his lips, shaking his head like he did when Kate came to his house.

"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this.", they hear Scott say.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that.", they heard Gerard's voice and Sam's eyes widened. What the hell was going on… 

"I've done everything you asked me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information you want, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson.", Scott told him. 

"Then, leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go.", Gerard ordered. 

"You dropped this."

"Go.", he repeated, and Scott came back in the room. They stayed in the room until all the Argents left.

Derek kept Sam in the shadows as Scott got his mom out.

Sam frowned, disappointed with Scott. Why the hell was he working with the same people who wanted to kill him…?

Derek's wolfed face was scrunched in anger. "You need to get out of here. The Argents are looking for you.", Sam warned.

"I've got the Argents covered.", he growled. Sam's eyes trailed down to see Matt's gun. Sam ran over to get the gun and looked at Derek. "I've got Matt."

Derek looked at the gun then at Sam and nodded.

She ran out of the room and saw a figure run out the back door. She ran out of the door to see Matt run out of the metal gate of the police car parking lot.

Matt was pretty fast. Probably in better shape than she was, but she still pushed herself to get him, and found him running to a lake. She stopped and hid as she watched Matt meet up with Gerard Argent.

If Gerard saw her, he'd kill her for what happened to Victoria. It was one thing for Chris to get her, but he had somewhat of a heart. Gerard on the other hand, he didn't give a damn. She knew that. Gerard taught Chris and his family everything they know.

Sam slid down on the grass and hid herself underneath the bridge, pressing her body up onto one of the damp, wooden pillars. She was hidden in the shadows, but Matt wasn't.

The headlights of Gerard's car flicked on, and Matt was illuminated in blindingly bright light. She could hear Gerard grab Matt and pushed him down a hill, dragging him into the lake. Matt's body squirmed and tried to fight the old man but failed.

If Sam had intervened, Gerard would kill her without a problem. He was barely breaking a sweat, holding Matt underwater.

Matt managed to come up for air, but Gerard dunked him once more. The more Matt tried coming up for air, the more he slowed down and then completely stopped.

He had to be faking. It was smart. Make him think he killed you. But Matt didn't resurface. Gerard stood up, looking at Matt's body floating still in the water.

Sam stayed quiet as Gerard got out of the lake quietly and stepped onto the bank. He looked at Matt once more, "No longer afraid of the water? Well, you don't have to be afraid of anything my friend.", she heard him say and saw that he had brought the Kanima over. 

Gerard held his hand out as the Kanima slowly came over and touched hands with Gerard. The two parted their separate ways, both leaving the lake.

Sam rushed over to the lake, trudging through the murky water as she brought Matt out of the water. She tried to perform CPR on him, but he wouldn't open his eyes.

"Matt." Sam shook him. "Matt, they're gone. You don't have to pretend anymore!", Sam exclaimed. He wouldn't move. She lowered her head on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. Nothing. She pulled away and saw his color slowly turn blue from the lack of oxygen.

Her eyes sparkled with tears. This isn't how it was supposed to go. He was a victim. She couldn't blame him too much, despite his actions, she felt distraught. She didn't want him to die. She looked up at the moon as it shone on them. "Please," she begged to no one specific. "Please…", she begged, lowering her head.

She felt Matt's body become heavier. Dead weight. He was dead.

"I can send his spirit to pass on…", she heard.

She didn't even bother lifting her head. She felt her hand hover over Matt's body, illuminating in a purple light and plant itself on Matt's chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered to him. 

His body was dimly illuminated in the same light before dispersing. She stopped and laid Matt's body in the water before getting up to leave.

Matt was also a victim in all of this. They had to settle this. Now.

[noirineverysense]

Recovery arc masterlist/Last part

They sat quietly for a moment, it was a comfortable silence now. Letting things knit together, letting them recover with every moment.

She takes a deep breath and glances over at Isaac and Arthur who were leaned into each other. They seemed comfortable for the moment, which is more than any of them could have hoped a day ago.

She looks down at her hands to realise they're still shaking. They close into fists.

Arthur suddenly gets up, "I'm gonna go check on Max."

"Let me do it." she asks, she needs something to do. Someone to help.

She can tell Arthur was about to turn down the offer, but he holds her gaze for a moment longer before he sighs.

"Sure." he pulls his lips into a half-smile, sitting back next to Isaac, "Go ahead."

Isaac nods encouragingly and she heads up the stairs. She knocks on Max's door then when there's no reply, she pushes the door open.

She looks around the room, at the familiar blue walls, the posters and paintings in a neat row. The toys and games that had started to gather dust from not being used.

She frowns when she can't see the boy who the room belonged to, until she noticed legs curled into a body that was rocking under the bed.

"Max?" she calls.

He freezes and doesn't make a sound.

She walks toward the bed and kneels down. She looks into the crevice and sees how Max's chest is rising and falling quickly. He's still silent, like he had to be.

"Max. Do me a favour?"

He looks up and his eyes are filled with tears.

"Take a deep breath then let it out. Then do that two more times."

While he does as he's told, she finds on a shelf a wolf plush that he's insisted he was too old for a couple years ago, she passes it to him and he takes it, holding it tight.

"Nasira?"

She winces at the name. Max hadn't heard then. She can't bring herself to tell him to call her Layla. She's nameless for now.

"Max, I'm not going to ask if you're alright, because I know you're not. But can you come out so we can talk?"

"I-I don't want to."

She sighs quietly, before crawling toward him. She sits next to him, in the shadows, neck bent awkwardly to fit under the bed frame. She rests on his hands, her palms pressing against blue carpet. She understood why Max was here, in the dark, where it's safe.

"Your dad's okay now. You can go see him if you want."

He holds the plush tighter but he doesn't answer so she continues.

"It's hard right now, I know. But it won't last forever."

"Nasira?"

"Yeah?"

She watches the wolf's eyes bulge as Max's finger grip it tighter and tighter. He takes another deep breath before he talks.

"What if, um, if they could make people?"

"The scientists? They said they made you?"

He nods as tears leak out of his eyes. "Do you think they can?"

She doesn't need to think about it, "No."

Then she adds, "And even if they could, I doubt they could make anyone as wonderful as you are."

He turns to her, his grip loosening and smiles. She smiles back and ruffles his hair.

"Should we get out of here?"

He nods, "Yeah."

They both crawl out from under the bed and she gets up then notices Max looking back at the toy he's left behind.

"Can I take him with me?"

"The wolf? Sure."

"Dad doesn't like him though."

She shrugs as they leave the room. "You like him, that's all that matters."

She stops halfway down the steps to look down into the living room. Arthur was staring at his hand, his nails had sharpened to claws. But instead of the usual fear or anger, there was a curiosity in his eyes. Isaac notices them and looks up with a smile that she returns.

"And besides, I think he'll like him a little more now."

[misscrazyfangirl321]

ok also this is 100% ok to reject, but since you're open to a bunch of stuff, I'm once again yeeting CleoJohn at u uwu. 'Come, now, I'm not scared of knives. You should know this by now." (OR Cleo caretaking John :3)

"Come, now, I'm not scared of knives. You should know this by now," she says lightly, as if the wild rage in his eyes and the danger radiating from him is completely for show. He wants to beg her to run, but the creature's hold on him is too powerful, and he cannot choke the words out.

"You should be," he says instead, and it is both a threat and a plea.

Only the slightest waver of her expression, there and gone in a heartbeat, betrays the fearless and flirty facade she's donned. "Please. Strong handsome man with a knife?" She grins. "That sounds like a party."

Not her. He'll let the world burn, but he cannot hurt her (and once it was only Helen that was off limits, but now there's her, as different from Helen as she is similar to her, and as devoted as he's ever seen).

"Don't you understand? I'm going to kill you."

"Well, I might die if you don't come hold me right now," she concedes, "but-"

The creature snaps, and against his will, John lunges, knife raised... Only to collapse on the ground a few inches away from her, mind racing as he tries to track back what happened.

There's a field in front of her-invisible, but powerful-and though he made it through, the creature did not. It's trapped inside (he can hear its desperate growls), and he is... Free?

He looks up, only to see Cleo looking down on him with clear concern, kneeling beside him without an ounce of distrust.

"Are you hurt?" She asks, reaching out and cupping his cheek. "Tesla said it might hurt, just a little, but he said-he said it would work."

"It did." His voice is weak, but he manages a smile just for her. "I'm me again. And you... You made yourself bait."

A ghost of her former mask rises on her face. "Well, we both know you can't stay away from me," she says with a wink, and he huffs.

"And now, I don't have to try."

It takes a few seconds for the words to register, but when they do, her expression melts into startled pleasure. And oh, this is going to be wonderful, he realizes, forcing himself to sit up. She's quick to steady him (in more ways than she knows), and he takes a few seconds to get his bearings before continuing.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely stunning?"

Her cheeks flush, and her mouth opens and closes a few times before she manages a reply. "No one as handsome as you."

"A pity. You should be told how lovely you are every single day."

"Are you volunteering?"

"Well-"

"As absolutely adorable as this all is," a voice cuts in dryly, and though John's rage may be gone, it would seem his urge to strangle Tesla isn't, "maybe Helen should take a look at Johnny here and make sure he's none the worse for wear. Not that I care, but you'd hate it if your new boyfriend just shorted out randomly."

A flicker of fear rises in Cleo's eyes, and John's not sure whether it comes from concern about him or wariness at Helen seeing him like this (free of the creature, the man she once knew), but either way, he thinks he might do anything to keep her from ever being afraid again.

Slipping his hand into hers and squeezing once, he nods. "Very well. We'll go." Eyeing the corner where Tesla's voice came from, he adds, "Alone."

"As if I want to watch you two making heart eyes at each other." Tesla scoffs. "My work here is done. Thankless work, as usual, but-"

"Nikola?" It's an impulsive decision, but he knows in a heartbeat it's the right one.

"What?"

"Thank you."

And he is grateful-truly-but the stunned silence he gets in reply is gratifying in its own right. Hand still entwined with Cleo's, John rises to his feet, and together, they make their way through the halls of the Sanctuary.

[shugojima]

Poly Meian x Iwaizumi (fem)

(˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.

Meian was usually the first one coming home to you, due to Iwaizumi still having some stuff to do at his training center he just freshly opened.

You were prepping dinner for the three of you when Meian's keychain climpered against the front door before he opened it and stepped inside the warm living room. You heated up the fireplace every day when it's become cold outside.

Making his way to the kitchen he put his sports bag on the floor, took in the delicious smell before walking up to you and wrapping his strong arms around you, his head resting on yours.

You shrieked a little since you didn't hear him coming home and quickly turned around jumping at him, your lags wrapped around his hips.

"SHUUU!! I missed you!!" You whined as you buried your head into his broad chest.

He chuckled, holding you up on your ass.

"You did?"

"Mhm.. So much!"

"I missed you too, princess. Daddy said he'll be here soon as well." He assured as he put you down on your feet again so the dinner doesn't get burned.

"Daddy's earlier today??!"

"Yes, he his." Meian smiled as he patted your head cutely.

You proceeded making dinner and Meian helped you carrying it to the dining table. As soon as everything was set, he hoisted you up and carried you to the couch, where he sat the both of you down.

When Meian's phone vibrated in his pocket, he looked at it, typed something real quick and put it back again.

"Daddy said 5 minutes. You wanna spend those to make me happy?"

"Yes! I'd love to, Shu!"

"I'm seriously questioning the way you adress me, princess."

"'M sorry, captain! Sorry!"

He smiled as he made himself comfortable and pointed to the floor, his legs spread for you to sit in between.

"If I do well, can you tell Daddy?"

Meian raised a brow looking at you kneeling down on him.

"You want him to reward you, hm? Let me decide when you've finished, ok?"

You nodded as you leaned in and slowly opened his belt, using your teeth to unzip his blue jeans. Eyeing you closely he felt himself already getting hard. He loved to see you down on him.

"Princess gonna help me relief some stress, yea?"

"Mhm!" You pulled down his boxers, his thick heavy cock slapping against his shirt when you wrapped your hands around it and started pumping a little, your eyes on his hazel ones.

"Just like that.. Now take it inside your pretty mouth for me, will you? We don't have much time left." He said as he caressed your (h/c) locks.

"Yes, captain. I'll make you feel so good, promise!"

"That's my girl."

You kitten licked his tip a little before taking him as far as you could reach. Your jaw will hurt soon but that didn't stop you from making him happy. Swirling your tongue around his fat head you bopped yours up and down, sucking and playing with his full and heavy balls.

He moaned in pelasure, a few deep growls ripping from his throat as he threw his head back, his arms now spread on the back of the couch.

"Mmm you think you can take-" Meian was interrupted by Iwaizumi opening the door to the sight of you two.

You looked up, Meian turning his head in his direction, then back to you.

"Huh, looks like Daddy can see for himself." He said as you jumped up and ran towards Iwa.

"Daddy's home!!" You yelled as you jumped on him the way you did earlier with Meian, making him stumble a little.

"Yeah, I'm home babe but you don't just stop sucking on Shu. That's pretty rude, you know?" He laughed as he carried you to Meian again, sitting you down between his legs.

"Now show me if I teached you right."

Iwaizumi watched your every move as you again wrapped your lips around the 6'5 men's length.

When he noticed your hair got in the way, he kneeled behind you and held it back for you to be able to work your mouth on Meian without distractions.

"Look at you doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you. Now.... " he pushed your head completely down onto Meian's length, leaving you choking hard on him. "...Let me see if you finally manage to take all of him."

Tearing up you tried to control your gagging reflex but how?? Meian was a good 11 inches and you practices on Iwa's still more than enough 10 inches, which you just hardly managed to take.

"Hajime, I don't- nghhh I don't want her to throw up." Meian said as he threw his head back into the white leather.

"She has to learn someday, Shu. Just like you did." He smirked at the man you were sucking on.

"Expand your throat a little babe, come on I know you can do it. Yeah just like that! You see? It's not that hard."

Pffff it sure is.

"Enough for today, you've done well, I'm very proud of you, very proud. He kissed you intensely. "Now finish him off, babe. I'll go take a shower and take care of you after."

[unwilling-souls-if]

I offer you this angst:

what if MC lost their wings to save the ROs? <3

ANGST STRIKES AGAIN. Really love the focus on the wings though, kinda cute how both fluffy and angsty asks like them <3

CW: blood, severed limb

Xander: No. It was supposed to be him. If anyone deserved to go through this, it was him. Not you— never you.

He's devastated, but he tries to appear strong for you. He wants to be there and shoulder you when you go through one of the greatest losses of your lives, because of him.

It's his fault if you're crying and bleeding in his arms. It's his fault if you claw at your back, where the few remaining feathers drip crimson all over your skin. He feels sick to the stomach when the warm liquid stains his hands.

"I'm sorry," Xander says softly. "So, so sorry."

He really has to ruin it all, doesn't he?

Charlotte is horrified, reaching out for you with a trembling hand. You saved her. But the price you paid...

"You shouldn't have," she whispers with a heavy voice. "I don't deserve this."

You smile sadly, an easy shrug moving your shoulders.

"Of course you do. You're everything."

Charlotte's face falls, because why are you comforting her when you're the one hurt? A silence passes as she grabs your arm to guide you onto the nearest surface to sit on.

"I'll patch you up."

"As usual," you laugh, and it turns into a cough.

"It's not funny," Charlotte whines, tears in her voice threatening to spill. You know it's not funny, but she looks like she's about to break down and you have to distract her. She's too freaked out to notice.

"For Heaven's sake, Name, I love you! I can't bear to see you hurt because--" her voice breaks. "...because of me."

Dione: Her brain goes overdrive. Her body shuts down. Dione can not comprehend what you did. Truth is, she could have been fine. She could have avoided that blow, could have saved her own skin.

But you took it instead. She runs to you, slaying whichever enemy is in her way. Nothing, no one will ever harm you again. She swears it as she cradles you, her wings shielding you from the battlefield. Her sword lies, abandoned, on the ground.

She does not want to fight anymore. She wants to cry, to hurl insults at the world for being so cruel.

"I'm fine," you rasp.

"You filthy fucking liar," she answers right back, glaring tearfully at you.

You snort weakly, tucking back a strand of her hair. She clenches her jaw. She will be cruel, too. She'll find whoever threw the attack first. And she will make their body and soul suffer until every atom of theirs begs and cries for mercy. But they didn't show mercy to you, did they? She won't show it to them either.

Perceval: Once again, xe're too late. They hit the ground with force, catching your falling body before you crash. Their strong arms close around you to protect you from the flying debris.

Xe know xe're too late. Xe can feel it in the way your body tenses. Feathers float around the two of you and fall slowly to the ground. Your eyes meet xyrs and tears form in both of your eyes.

Perceval's chest heaves and xe bring you closer.

"I can heal you, we can bring you to Majid, he'll know how to..."

"Pierce," you plead. "It's done."

Perceval doesn't answer and rests xyr forehead against yours. Each breath one of you takes is felt by the other. You stay silent for a bit, mourning the loss of your wings. But Perceval is alive. Xe're alive.

Xe never break off eyes contact, and you can see all xyr emotions swirling around their golden eyes. Shame, fear, sadness. Gratitude, love.

"Let's get you safe," xe finally say.

They hit their foot on the ground to propel xemself in the air, their wings spreading wide open. Yours will never do that again.

Crescent: "NO!" the scream tears itself from their throat and they taste blood. In the next moment, they're next to you, kneeling next to your shaking form.

The blow should have hit them, not you, but you had to go and save them. Why did you have to save them?

Crescent's mouth is dry and they pant with bubbling panic. There is too much blood on you, but they can see the severed nerves and bones and their heart sinks. Your wings can't be healed.

They breathe through their nose, trying to keep their emotions under wrap. They pick you up gently from the ground, careful not to apply pressure on your back, and carry you away from the mess. Their jaw is clenched, eyes burning with fury.

Crescent's wings didn't matter to them— they were useless and they would have gladly traded them for your life. But someone took yours away from you, tore your body down, stole the pride of every Soul Trapper.

Crescent will raise Hell in your name. But for now, they'll stay by your side, taking care of the one person who risked their all for them.

---

Thank you so much for the (deliciously angsty) ask <3

[jamiewintons]

Mat Baynton Characters + How They Kiss You

Characters: Thomas Thorne, Christopher Payne, Jamie Winton, Ariel Conroy, Bill Shakespeare, William Agar.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff. Kissing. A Few Mild S*xual References.

A/N: I got two requests for this, one from an anon and one from @psychninaaa2! Just letting it be known that I'd happily smooch any of these boys 💕. I hope you enjoy, and as always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

*

Thomas Thorne

Thomas kisses you a lot, as often as he can, but he tries to convey how much he loves you each and every time, regardless of how long it lasts. He tends to hold your face gently, gazing into your eyes before leaning in to kiss you. You always know that in those moments, you're the only thing on his mind.

Other than your lips, he doesn't really have a favourite place to kiss you, he's just so overjoyed that he gets the chance to kiss you at all.

Christopher Payne

Christopher actually gets quite flustered when it comes to kissing you, even after you've been together for a long time. He tries to act so suave and confident but it's impossible for you to miss how red his cheeks get.

He likes it when you come and sit on his lap to kiss him, he'll happily wrap his arm around your waist to keep you close, and stay there like that for as long as you'd like.

Jamie Winton

Jamie is very sweet and gentle when he kisses you, oftentimes holding your hand or softly stroking your cheek as he does. Though he's a little bit awkward in the beginning due to being out of practice, he's just so adorable that it really doesn't bother you whatsoever.

He also tends to kiss you on the forehead a lot - often as you're about to drift to sleep, or when you're still in bed and he has to get up to start getting ready for work - always followed by a quiet "I love you".

Ariel Conroy

Ariel usually kisses you pretty roughly, often pushing you up against a wall if the opportunity arises. If there's not a suitable surface available, he tends to place his hand firmly on the back of your neck or tangle his fingers in your hair as he kisses you, determined to not let you get away from him. He does sometimes have his softer moments where he's a little more gentle with you, but they're fleeting.

In your more... intimate moments, he really likes to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down your throat.

Bill Shakespeare

Bill loves to make you flustered, often pulling you towards him and kissing you when you least expect it. Other times he'll gently hold your chin, tilting your head upwards so you're looking into his eyes, playing up the anticipation before he finally kisses you.

Another thing he likes to do is kneel down before you and take your hand in his, pressing a lingering kiss to it as he keeps eye contact with you, enjoying how much he can make you blush.

William Agar

William essentially has two modes when it comes to kissing you - really gentle as if he's afraid he might break you, or intensely frantic, like "I need to kiss you right now or I'm going to die". If he becomes too enthusiastic about kissing you he'll be embarrassed, his face flushed as he stumbles over an apology, because he just doesn't know what came over him. You'll have to assure him that it's okay, you like it when he's passionate, and that will make him feel better, but he'll probably still get worried next time it happens.

He'll also want to kiss pretty much every bit of your skin that's left exposed, you're just so beautiful to him that he can't help getting worked up.

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Lucas, Dustin and I take our seats once we get to class.

"Oh, that can't be good." I sigh, gesturing to Mike's empty seat.

"Yeah, he's never this late," Dustin added.

"I'm telling you, his stupid plan failed," Lucas stated.

"I thought you liked his plan?"

"Yeah, but obviously it's stupid, or he'd be here."

"If his mom found out a girl spent the night—" Dustin began.

"He's in deep shit right about now."

Dustin shifted in his seat, and leaned forward, whispering loud enough for us to hear. "Hey, what if she slept naked?"

"Ugh!" My face screws into a sour, disgusted look aimed at my brother, unintentionally speaking at the same time as Lucas. "Why would she do that, Dustin?"

"Oh, my God, she didn't."

"Oh, if Mrs. Wheeler tells our parents..."

The thought of Mom finding out was enough to elicit an anxious groan from me, and I let my forehead fall against desk where I buried my face.

"No way. Mike would never rat us out."

I hesitantly looked up, making eye contact with Lucas. He gave me a reassuring smile, knowing I worry easily.

"I don't know." Dustin said warily.

"All that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters, finding Will." I frown at his specific choice of words for El, thinking back on how scared she seemed last night. I desperately want to say something, but decided against it, not wanting to get in a fight. Fighting won't get us any closer to finding Will.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Mike Wheeler rides his bike down the small slope of grass towards his front yard. When El refused to let Mike's mom know she was there, Mike had no choice but to resort to plan b. He had led his mom to believe that he had ridden to school when in reality he had stopped around the corner until both his parents were gone.

When he got to the driveway, he dismounted his bike and led it into the garage, however something caught his eye. He stared in awe as the once withered and frankly the most miserable looking plant he had ever seen in his life, was now a beautiful lush green and stood as tall his knees. 'How had Y/n done it?'

It took a solid moment for Mike to gather his thoughts and focus on the task at hand. He parked his bike and made his way inside.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"You want anything to drink?" Mike decided to take advantage of the empty house so that he could show El around. "We have OJ, skim milk... What else? Um, we have..."

Mike trailed off when he saw that El was more fascinated with the things in his living room, mostly his TV set.

"Oh, this is my living room. It's mostly just for watching TV."

El lightly traced her fingers around the frame of the TV as she examined it.

"Nice, right? It's a 22-inch.

That's, like, ten times bigger than Dustin's."

El turned her head and said quietly.

"Y/n."

"Well, yeah of course. Y/n too."

"Y/n. Brother?" She asked, making sure she remembered correctly.

"Yeah!" Mike smiled, then lightly shrugged. "Well, technically adopted. But yeah, they're still brothers."

El's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Ad-adopted?"

"Yeah, um, it means that he came from different parents. Mrs. Henderson adopted him because his parents were unable to take care of him. It's funny actually, Y/n is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they found him. They didn't used to live in Hawkins; I don't know much about it cause Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found him, I think? I'm pretty sure that's why they moved here, or something."

El seemed to understand as she thought about it. She then turned to look at the all the pictures on top of the fireplace. She slowly walks to the fireplace and steps up onto the brick platform. She gazes at all the family photos. Particularly, the photo beside the one of Mike; of a smiling girl, a little older than herself, with long brown hair and a pink sweater.

She smiles longingly and speaks in a soft voice. "Pretty."

"I guess." Mike's face is contorted in confusion and a little in disgust.

"That's my sister Nancy. And that's baby Holly." He said as she moved to the slightly larger photo of a young baby. She then moved along to a photo with Mike, Nancy, and Holly, along with two other people she didn't recognize.

"And those are my parents. What are your parents like?" As usual, El says nothing and she steps down from the fireplace and walks up to a large green chair.

"Do they live close?" Mike continued. He notices El run her hand along the top of the plush green chair. "That's our La-Z-Boy. It's where my dad sleeps. You can try it if you want." He offers. El looked up at him, intrigued. "Yeah." He assured her, with a warm smile on his face. She cautiously sits down as Mike kneels down beside the chair. "It's fun!"

She looked to Mike, wondering what he is up to.

"Just trust me, okay?" She gives a quick nod, and braces herself, not knowing what to expect. She is taken aback by the sudden collapse of the chair, she is now laying down and the chair is rocking back and forth. She lets out a gasp, and then a nervous chuckle.

"See? Fun, right?"

With one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the front, he brings the chair back into its default position. "Now you try."

With a small smile on her face, and feeling more confident she leans over the side and pulls the handle, letting her entire body go flying backward into a slow rock. Mike and El both look at each other and laugh gleefully.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Some random rock song on the radio that Jonathan barely recognized came to an end as Jonathan Byers drove to his dad's house. His eyes darted to the radio unit in his car for a moment as his heart fell when the familiar sound of "Should I Stay or Should I Go" rang throughout the car.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Darlin', you got to let me know"

Jonathan is sat on the edge of the bed next to his younger brother Will. The two of them are in Will's room, bobbing their heads along to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' by The Clash.

"Should I stay or should I go?"

"You like it?" Jonathan had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the loud song. Will looks to his older brother and grins.

"Yeah, it's cool!"

"All right, you can keep the mix if you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. All the best stuff's on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smith's... It'll totally change your life."

"Yeah, totally," Will says with a smile. However, the smile is quick to leave when the two boys hear their mother yelling on the phone.

"Where the hell are you, Lonnie?"

Will slowly turns his head to the door, listening to his mother yell at his absent father.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan mimics his brother's actions and looks to the door. Finally, he gets up and walks towards the door.

"This is ridiculous! I'm so sick of your excuses.

"One day is fine and next is black"

Before Jonathan sits down, he lowers the volume on the stereo.

"He's not coming, is he?"

"Do you even like baseball?" Jonathan asks softly.

"No, but... I don't know." He shrugs sadly. "It's fun to go with him sometimes."

"Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like? You know, like the arcade or something?"

Will shrugs his shoulders weakly. "I don't know."

"No, all right? He hasn't. He's trying to force you to like normal things. And you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to. Okay?"

Will only looks down at his feet sadly.

"Especially not him."

Will silently nods his head in understanding.

Jonathan decided to change the subject.

"But you like The Clash? For real?"

Will nods his head eagerly with a smile. "For real. Definitely."

"So... is Y/n a fan of The Clash?" Jonathan asks, genuinely curious.

A faint blush dusts Will's cheeks as he looks down at his hands. "Um, yeah, I think so."

"Maybe you should show this to him. I bet he'll like it."

"Maybe. You think?"

"Yeah, from what I know, he has great taste. He's pretty cool."

A loving smile spreads across Will's face. "Yeah, he is pretty cool."

There's a small pause filled only with the now dulled melody of drums and guitar drifting through the air. They had talked about it before, but only vaguely, never fully addressing it and it dawned on Jonathan that there was probably still loads of fear for Will because of it. He looks down at his brother who he loved more than anything and sent him an encouraging, honest smile.

"Will, you guys are best friends. You two are just too close to ruin the friendship. Why don't you think about asking him to the arcade or something? Just the two of you, maybe come back here for some mac and cheese or something if that'd make you feel safer, and you could " he shrugs. "let him know how you feel?"

Will looked up at his brother, shocked. But his body was flushed with relief, he could feel the air in the room hitting his sweaty and clammey skin giving him chills. Not quite knowing how to handle his brothers reaction, his eyes simply fall to his hands where they fidgeting in his lap.

"But what if that does ruin the friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way, and decides to stop hanging out with me. Or if someone finds out- I just- I just can't. I'm not ready."

"That's okay. All I'm saying is, he is way too nice to be the kind of person who would do that. And you are way too important to him. And hey, if you ever do feel ready, or you guys do go out in the future..." Jonathan trails off, sensing the awkwardness creep up. He chuckles and looks back to his brother.

"All I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you. Always."

Will smiles gratefully and Jonathan leans forward to the volume back up.

"Should I stay or should I go? So you gotta let me know, should I stay or should I go?"

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

[laurensxox]

Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Julian Devorak x Reader (Not Apprentice)

Requested? :: no

Warning/s :: Julian's Route (Upright) and New Tale Spoilers, Named Apprentice, Female Reader, Chronic Illness, Swearing, Author is projecting their longing

Genre :: Angst

Summary :: Julian spends the night reminiscing over childhood memories and longing to go back to the past where he was in Nevivon again, playing as carefree as one can be with the one person he truly cared about other than his younger sister

Author's Note :: Stark, if you're reading this, I'm fighting you for this dramatic, self-sacrificing dumbdumb-

Song Inspiration :: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Portia's Cottage :: Just After Sundown

A chuckle left the auburn haired man as he watches Pasha relay stories of their childhood to their friends, informing them of how they were raised by a group of grandmothers and how their parents actually perished from a shipwreck caused by a rather strong storm. Mazelinka quickly add in how much of a troublemaker the two of them has become as the years pass by, didn't even waste the chance to tell them about the tooth fairy situation which caused Julian to go beet red in mild embarassment. Their friends were in no need to know that story!

Shaking his head, he let a more genuine smile form on his face. As embarrassed as he is right now, he was happy to see everyone laughing jovially without the fear of Lucio's plans with the Devil weighing on their shoulders. A warm sensation forms in his chest as he tries to hold in his laughter as Pasha nearly slips on her feet with her excitement to share their history. It was nice to be able to just laugh and and thrive in the positive energy inside the cottage! Even Muriel, their very introverted friend, seems to be relaxed as he lets Allen (Apprentice) braid his hair using flower stems while Asra leans on his side.

Looking at the trio and sensing the strong forming bond between Pasha and the Countess, Julian couldn't help the small pang of longing swell somewhere within himself. He couldn't stop his mind from pushing forward memories he tried to bury and lock away.

"Ilya, help! I'm slipping!"

"Don't worry, I'll catch you!"

The longing pang quickly turned to pain as the memories rushes back to the surface. He could feel his hand start to tremble as the formerly locked away memories barrels it's way to the front of his mind. Jumbled memories of playing tag and tending to scraped knees should have made him feel fond but it makes feel nothing but longing. Longing for a time and companionship he knows he'll never be able to have again.

Taking a deep breath, he hadn't noticed that he had closed his eyes until he opened them. With him being occupied with trying to stir himself away from the path of self-loathing once again, he hadn't noticed how quiet the cottage had gotten, its other residents looking at him with concerned eyes. Not even the Familiars scattered in the room made a noise.

He forced a laugh to ease the sudden change of atmosphere in the cottage, hoping it sounded convincing enough to clear the concern away from his family and friends' eyes. While he has come to terms that it's okay to ask and receive help instead of keeping things to himself, he still struggles with it. And it was obvious with the way he tries to act like he was okay, that he wasn't just bombarded with memories he doesn't want to remember.

"What is with that look, my dear friends? I am perfectly well, no worries!" he exclaimed, giving them his usual smirk and raised eyebrow, internally hoping it'll be enough to convince them that there was nothing to be concerned about. "There is nothing in this world that this handsome and smart devil can't handle!" His little comment about himself seems to be the right thing to say as his friends immediately rolled their eyes in fond exasperation. Although, by the look of his sister and honorary grandmother, he guessed that they have seen right through him and he can already see his funeral-

He gave a small sigh and let a small weary look replace his earlier expression, "I'll just head outside to take in a quick breath of fresh air," he said as he quickly exited the cottage before his two family member could say anything. Knowing that they'll probably just follow right after him, he quickly made his way away from the cottage and into the hedge maze by the palace gardens. It took him a while to get to the center but he was relieved to see it empty. Consul Valerius has taken to drinking his usual wine there in this time so he was quite happy to see that for once, the Consul broke his routine. He needed to be alone right now.

Taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding a rounded table, he crossed his arms on the table and used it to rest his head upon. Taking another deep breath to calm his racing heart, he closed his eyes.

Maybe he needs to stop locking away these memories, he has only done so before due to his need to focus on finding the cure for the plague and then having to focus to not get caught by the patrolling palace guards when he was still a wanted convict. The memories and the longing for his childhood best friend used to be a big distraction for him while he was still working under Valdemar.

He didn't need to do any of those anymore... So maybe...

The soft rapid footsteps echoed in the small forest near the town of Nevivon, followed by the childish giggling of two children. Both children wore a tattered white sheet of cloth, the corners wrapped around their necks in a way that resembles that of a cape. Whilst in their heads rests crudely made paper crowns.

Young Julian and his best friend, (Y/N), were already considered too old for these kind of games by some of the grandmas and fellow children but the two gave them no mind, choosing to continue living in their fantasy world until they were truly too old for it.

The two children stopped once they have reached the center of the forest where a small meadow hides in. It was decorated by dozens of wild flowers and the breeze were always refreshing. The two has deemed this as their spot when they had first found it years ago, back when they were much younger.

They call the meadow as their kingdom, where they are the rulers, side by side as King and Queen. The wild flowers are their loyal subjects and sometimes, when Pasha joins them, she acts as their ambassador.

Young Julian kneeled as they reach the very center that they always keep clean, it was their designated throne room. The young boy carefully plucked a blue hued flower from the ground, he didn't know what kind of flower it was but it was pretty, a perfect gift for his 'Queen'

As if mocking the reminiscing man, right across from him and innocently clinging to the hedge wall was the very same flower that he had picked back then. He didn't know if he wants to sneer at it or be fond of it. He wished he has a glass of Salty Bitters right now, maybe he should have headed to Rowdy Raven instead of here.

"Would you have approved of the man that I have become, (Y/N)?" he whispered as he stares at the flower, as if it would miraculously turn into his childhood friend and answer him. Maybe that was possible? Allen did transform him into Asra back then, would the illusion work on a plant as well? But then again, that will be all it'll ever be. Just an illusion.

The grandmas all exchanged fond gazes as they watch their resident troublemakers sing songs with all their heart, their love for the dramatic was very much obvious at that moment.

Little Portia was banging on pots like drums by the sidelines, sometimes singing some lines as well when prompted by either her older brother or the girl she was starting to see as her older sister.

He stood up from his place and started to make his way out of maze. He wasn't going to go back in the cottage nor was he in any hurry, he just felt too restless to stay sitted in one place. He has gotten used to always moving around with all his running from guards and fighting a Major Arcana. But before he went back to trying to find his way in the maze, he stopped in front of the flower that he has been staring at.

It was a small flower with 6 petals that looks blue and violet at the same time, the bud in the middle was light green in color and it was the only flower growing in the hedge. From what Julian remembers, these flowers grow in bundles. So to see one so alone, well, it didn't help the growing hole inside him.

Gently plucking the flower like he did so in his childhood, he observed the flower a little more before making his way back into maze, taking the small flower with him. Surely, the Countess would not mind him plucking such a small wild flower, now would she?

Julian looked up from his book as he felt something soft being places om his hair, looking up, he saw (Y/N) placing what looks to be a bunch of flowers weaved together in a circlet manner on top of his head. Something similar on her own head as well.

"What are you doing, peanut?" he asked the girl, gently closing his book and waiting for the other to finish adjusting the flowers. He had taken to calling her 'Peanut' after he had caught her trying to sneakily take the peanuts in the communal pantry. He didn't snitch to the grandmas, of course.

"Just adjusting your flower crown, bum-bum" she answered, making small more adjustments before appearing satisfied that the flower crown both looks good and will surely stay on her friend's head when they begin to trek their way home later.

The Doctor surprisingly got out pretty easy, definitely faster than when he was first trying to get to the heart of the maze. Looking down at the flower, he let a sad smile adorn his face.

"I suppose even after all these years, you're still my lucky charm, huh, (Y/N)?" he mumbled under his breath, giving the one of the petals a small kiss before continuing to walk.

He didn't really have a destination, the palace grounds was vast and there are still some areas of it that he hasn't been to. Maybe a little exploring wouldn't hurt? He hopes Pasha wouldn't get too worried if he takes too long to get back to her cottage, he does often find himself in troubling situations.

"You know what? I wouldn't even ask how you manage to be in this situation." (Y/N) said, crossing her arms as she narrows her eyes at the boy dangling before her.

Julian had, at that moment, managed to get himself tangled in the vines surrounding the branches of the tree. Truth be told, he was trying to climb the tree in order to get fresh fruits for his sister and best friend. But when he finally managed to get on a branch, a crow suddenly flew out of its nest and caused him to go off balance, fortunately being caught by the vines, no matter how tangled up he got.

He wouldn't tell her that though, lord knows she wouldn't let him live it down.

"Why, my dear peanut, I was just trying to see how strong these vines are and if they would make a good rope!" It was honestly a good excuse for him, but apprently not good enough for (Y/N) as she just raised her eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him.

After a good bit of exploring, he manages to find himself near the fountains where he saw the trio couple making their way back to the palace. Were they on their way home already? How long has he been outside? Shaking his head, he called for their attention and made his way to them.

"Going home already?" he asked, raising a brow as he observes the many colorful flowers adoring Muriel's hair. It was quite a new look on the tall man but it surprisingly suits him. Seeing his friend give him a narrowed look, he moved his gaze to the two magicians.

"Yeah, I'm feeling quite a bit tired already and Asra wanted to do a quick inventory of the stocks we have left in the shop" Allen explained, moving to lightly keep their wild green hair out of their sight. It was getting a little long, they might need a cut soon. "Though, we don't plan to stay there for the whole night, just a quick inventory and dinner then straight to Muri's where we'll sleep for tonight" the apprentice added, giving the taller doctor a smile.

"I see, I see! Well, don't let me hold you back for any longer, have a safe walk home!" he exclaimed, moving to walk further before he was stopped by a gentle grip on his wrist. Turning back, he saw that it was Allen who held him back. He could see the concern swirling in their green eyes but the smile never faltered away from their face. "Yes, dear?" he asked.

"You know you can talk to us if there's something bothering you, right? You don't have to if you're not comfortable but just remember that we're here, okay?" Moved by their words, Julian pulled them into a sideway hug and let out a genuine laugh. He was so lucky to have his friends. Sometimes he still thinks he doesn't deserve them but he knew to keep it to himself for now. He didn't fancy sitting through another lecture session about his self worth by his sister again.

"Aw, Allen, don't you worry about lil 'ol me! I'm quite alright now!" That was a lie, he was far from alright, but his friend doesn't need to know that. "I may talk to Pasha and Mazelinka about it so no need to worry that cute little head of yours" That seemed to settle the Apprentice as they pulled away from the hug and gave his arm one last pat before moving to stand between their partners.

"You should do that now before Portia wears a hole in her carpet with how much she's pacing when we left" Asra said before he and the other two gave the auburn haired man one last wave and left.

Deciding to do as his magician friend said, he started his way back to his sister's cottage. Earlier was such a good day, it wouldn't do to plague his sister with worries and sour up the light mood. He already did that earlier before he walked out, best not make it worse.

Looking up at the dark sky, he smiled as he admires the scattered stars. It was a beautiful night, the full moon was giving the world such a soft look and it made things seem so peaceful. It made him feel like he was back to laying in the meadow near Nevivon. Like he was laying next to... Next to...

He wasn't able to wipe away his tears before they begun to fall down his cheeks. A sob fought its way out of his throat as he falls to a crouch.

Fuck, he wants to go back. He really really wants to go back-

Julian observed the wide sky and the many stars on them, it was a beautiful night and the night breeze was cold and as he lays on the equally cool grass of the meadow, it soothes his heated skin. It made him sigh in contentment, what more could he want?

Looking at his left, he smiled as he sees his sleeping sister. The little girl had decided to join them that night in their nightly star gazing but it didn't take long before she fell asleep, not used to staying up later than her bedtime. He'll have to carry her home later on.

The sight on his right took his breath away. Blush rushed to his face as he seems to see his best friend in a completely different light.

There, laying beside him, was (Y/N). The moonlight was softly hitting her face, and it made her (eye color) so much more brighter like gems, like the stars that littered the dark sky above them. Her laugh as she continues to talk about the astrology that she learned from Mazelinka, sounds like soothing bells to his ears.

Since when has his peanut became this... pretty?

He longs to be in her arms again, he longs to hear her voice again. No doubt it would still sound like music to his ears. He wants to make flower crowns again, he wants to play king and queen again, he wants to stargaze with her again, he wants to sneakily steal cookies, hangout by the hot springs, pick flowers for the grandmas, share lessons with Lilinka, he wants to...

He really wants to see her again.

Julian sat on her bed by her side, his hand gently holding her weaker and much fragile one, her illness eating away her strength. Her ring finger still holds the flower ring he had made earlier that week, it was already wilting but the girl refuses to take it off.

"I made up my mind." he said, breaking the solemn silence in the room. It made the other look at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I'll take the offer to study medicine in Prakra" he explained, finally looking at his best friend and secretly, the girl who has his heart in her gentle grip for he doesn't think his bestfriend could ever be harsh, other than when she's twisting his ear for getting in trouble without her

But he can't, he knew he can't. She probably hates him, gotten word of his 'crimes' and no longer sees him as her best friend. But as a murderer, a plague doctor who assisted his superior on experimenting to dying plague victims in search of the cure.

She probably already has a family of her own now, has 3 children like she once said she wanted. Probably has a nice spouse that always makes her laugh and will never hurt her. A spouse that doesn't have their sins still haunting them in every step and breath they take.

"You're leaving me?" the pain in her voice was clear, she was hurt at the thought. They had planned to wait for her to be cured before they decide to go out of their hometown to travel, to study medicine like they always dreamed of.

"Not for long, I know we planned to study together but..." He took a deep breath, "I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), I want to study now for you"

Silence filled the room once again.

Julian clutched up at his coat, the place right over his heart where it hurts the most. He had completely fallen to his knees, tears continues to drip down to the ground from his eyes, his other hand gripping the ground.

Whispered apologies leaving his mouth over and over again.

"Promise me you'll come back? That you won't forget about me?"

Julian stared at his love's dull but hopeful (eye color) orbs, hisbhand momentarily leaving hers to gently caress her cheek.

"I'm so sorry... (Y/N), I'm so sorry..."

"I promise"

"I broke our promise... I'm so sorry, my love..."

[...]

Meanwhile, in the same meadow of Julian's memories, sits a much grown up version of the girl in his memories. Body trembling as sobs come right after one another, clutching a bundle of those same blue wildflowers to her chest. Her eyes tightly shut as tears falls to the ground of her childhood. The girl looked up, staring at the same moon that Julian was previously admiring.

"Where are you, Ilya? I thought you'll come back... You promised... You promised..."

Anyone interested in a reunion sequel? 👀

My apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I just woke up when I finished this lol

Anyways, I hope you all liked this! Let me know what you think, don't be shy! 💙

[the-fiction-witch]

Playing with your hair

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SMUT

I sat on the sofa flicking though the channels on the tv, the blanket around me tightly, our cat cosmos sat on the other half of the sofa, I picked up my big polar bear mug having the last few sweet drops of my cup of tea. The warm log burner flickering at my feet, the sky darkening outside. I wanted another cup but I glanced to the clock on the wall above the dinning table, Thomas will be home soon so I won't bother to make another cup Thomas will want a coffee or a tea when he gets home and he'll likely be home soon he was only going on a photoshoot today. 

I heard the sounds of his motorbike revving down the street, Cosmos jumped off the sofa and headed towards his usual perk on the windowsill looking out to the driveway watching for then Thomas' bike would return to the drive way, I heard the noise much longer and it suddenly stopped I smiled holding my mug closer as I heard the door open and cosmos started meowing "Y/n?" He called 

"Hi Thomas" I called back "Coffee?" 

"Ohh you are an angel" He smiled "Yes please"

"Coming right up" I smiled getting up and going to the kitchen while he got all his gear off in the hall "How was the shoot?" I asked 

"Alright, got some nice shots and such." he shrugs "How was your day angel?"

"I watched a whole game of thrones season"

"Awww, we both had a good day" 

"Yeah we did, Cosmos is still pissed at you by the way"

"You where the one that made me take him"

"Yes because I'm here all day and you go places, so if he's mad at you it's easier to deal with then him being mad at me"

"I know, I'm sorry cosmos. Mummy made me take you to the vet. I didn't want to mummy made me do it"

"Nope he's still pissed at you" I giggled 

"Just mad I'm the one who took him"

"And because you have what he doesn't"

"That's a good point" He says leaning on the kitchen door and I had a little bit of a heart attack "what?"

"What... what has happened to your hair?"

"Ohh they curled it for the shoot"

"Hu...."

"Is it okay? or do you want me to go wash my hair and put it back to normal?"

"No, I like it. You look cute" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss and handing him his coffee 

"Aww thank you angel" He smiled giving my lips a little kiss "what do i look like?"

"Like a pixie"

".... thanks?"

"I like pixies" 

"You are so mean to me sometimes" he sighed heading back to the living room with his coffee

"What! I like pixies!" I smiled 

"That doesn't mean you should call your boyfriend one" He sighed

"Would you rather I called you sexy?" I giggled following him and cuddling him from behind 

"I would" he smirked "Id rather you call me sexy all the time?"

"You are sexy all the time"

"Aww thank you angel, so do you like my hair?"

"Very much," I smiled tugging them along to the staircase and up to our bedroom, he smirked excitedly as I pushed him in our bed and then went around to my side and climbed in "movie time" I giggled

"Ooh... I thought we where gonna, have fun?"

"Maybe later' I smiled

"Alright angel, movie time" he smiled tucking the covers around us both and getting cosy cuddled up together as we picked a movie out on netflix, I smiled nuzzling into Thomas' chest as usual he smiled holding me close to him often giving my head kisses. I moved my hand up to his neck which didn't even attract his attention and as I did I moved my hand to gently play with the little locks on the edge of his hair, playing with the spring of his curls giggling all the while, "what are you up to?" He laughs noticing my giggles

"Playing with your hair"

He shot me a questionable look before he sighed and moved to lay on his back but still see the tv, with his head in my lap "go nuts"

"Yay! Thank you Thomas" I giggled sitting and winding my fingers around his curls, gently playing with his hair as we watched the movie cosmos wondered in and sat on the window sill a while later, until Thomas spoke up

"Oww" he complained as I had clearly moved to hard or something

"Sorry Thomas"

"Am I to take it you like my hair like this?"

"It's fun, and new"

"Is it now? Maybe... It's my turn for a little fun" he smirked giving my thighs some kisses

"Oh? What sort of fun?"

"You'll find out angel" he smirked moving to kneel infront of me giving my lips a gentle kiss, I happily kissed back my hands instantly migrating back to playing with his hair as we passionately kissed, he pulled back and bit his lip a little before moving the covers away from me, he knelt down and yanked me down the bed so my head was on the pillow making me giggle like crazy as he now sat between my legs he smirked at me as he began pressing kisses up my legs I giggled Innocently the higher he got till he moved my dress and began kissing my panties "this sort of fun what you want?" He asked

"Yes please"

"Alright angel" he winked pulling my panties off my legs with his teeth he pushed my thighs apart and moved close he attacked my clit with kisses and licks, making sure to kiss every inch that he could of me, he focused his attention in my clit, licking, kissing and sucking, as he pushed his two long fingers inside me gently and slowly finger fucking me in time with his kisses I gasped and groaned feeling the bubbles of pleasure it caused me, holding his hair and twisting my fingers around the curls like a 80's movie girl would around a phone cord playing with his hair all the time he kissed me, often tugging on it when I wanted him to go faster or slower, I knew I was getting close and so did he so he became more mercilous I tugged his hair often to make him slow but he ignored me, I tightened my thighs around his head and pulled his hair hard as I hit my orgasum, he smirked against me and let me ride it out before he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand "happy angel?"

"Very happy" I smirked grabbing his shirt and flipping us over so he laid on the bed he smirked immediately picking up in what I was doing to him, I undid his jeans and Agressively pulled them off his legs along with his boxers revealing his hard six inch cock, his hand went to the draw but I stopped him "not tonight" I smiled making him look very excited, as I moved over him and slowly slipped down till he was as deep inside me as possible

"Ughh fuck angel!" He groans twitching and grinding as he got settled "you hardly ever let me go raw, somebody must really like my hair" he smirked trying to kiss me but I pushed him back resting my hand on his stomach and bouncing moving my hips so he moved from just the very tip to his base over and over he held my neck pulling my head to rest on his, the other on my butt. I went quickly already feeling how close he was "fuck angel! I love when you ride me y/n!" He groans lost in his own world a little I smirked and pulled his head to nuzzle with my breasts which me was very happy to do so, and it let me play around with his hair some more until he moved up hard and grabbed my hips finishing as deep inside me as possible slightly leaving a hiki in my breasts where he didn't wanna moan "... I love you angel"

"Love you too Thomas" I giggled letting him pull out and we both collapsed on our own sides of the bed just as we did I heard a pop up on the tv netflix was asking if we where still watching

"Ohh fuck off netflix we were busy" he smirked turning the tv off "so? I take it you like when I curl my hair then?"

"Very much" i giggled nuzzling into his chest

"Good, because it takes an hour and a curling iron"

"..... Well that can fuck off." I said back