#bobby reyes x y/n

[thebiggerbear]

Moving Forward Little By Little

Summary: You knew you shouldn't have let him in that first night he showed up with alcohol in hand to talk about Jamie. But you had and now your partner never fails to show up at your door. The bad thing is, you don't really want him to stop though you know you should.

Pairing: Bobby Reyes x Female!Reader; Bobby Reyes x Female!Detective!Reader; background Bensler if you squint

A/N: I saw 4x01 and I had so many feels that this just came out of nowhere. (Spoilers for 4x01 under the cut)

A/N continued (spoilers ahead): So I was sad when they killed Jamie off in the season 3 finale but the kiss from 4x01 just had me feeling all kinds of conflicting emotions. I've loved Rick since I saw him in Arrow and I was excited when he joined OC. I've loved his character as much as I loved Jamie's and Jet's (I was a little bit of a Jamie/Jet hopeful for a few minutes there). But then this kiss happened and well...this was dominating my mind and I just had to get it out so I could get back to my other open projects I've been working on. This is my first time writing for any of these characters or any Law and Order showverse. Hope it doesn't suck - I honestly just had a lot of feelings to get out.

I based a lot of things off of this interview with Ainsley and I saw a couple of theories floated around about a separation or divorce that the audience doesn't know about yet (while I'm still hopeful with these people, from what Ainsley says, I think she's very gently confirming that there may be infidelity going on). Personally, I love Reyes and I hope cheating is not the case when it comes to him (and I also don't want that to be Jet either) but I am also fascinated to see where the writers take this, especially after hearing Ainsley's interview, and see why they made this decision.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in any future Reyes or Law & Order: OC works.

Just a little disclaimer: I don't condone infidelity in any form. This is purely fictional and I'm just using this piece to explore how I was feeling after watching 4x01.

Warnings: implied sex; implied cheating/infidelity; mentions of character death; allusions to Fentanyl exposure & possible overdose; angst

Word Count: 5720

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Please don't do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You dig your teeth into your bottom lip as you feel him begin to kiss that spot on your neck.

“I thought we weren’t going to do this anymore,” you murmur.

“We weren’t,” he agrees in a whisper before lifting his head to kiss you.

You know this is wrong — it’s been wrong since he first showed up a few weeks back with single malt whiskey in hand and a hopeful expression. You both had talked about Jamie, fully for the first time since Jet left to go international, and you both drank way too much. Because when he leaned over to kiss you, you hadn’t stopped him and instead, you kissed him back. You also hadn’t stopped him from laying you down on the couch or stopped yourself from pulling at his shirt to get it off. The amount of guilt you felt the next day had prompted you to tell Reyes the next time you two had a moment alone at work that it would never happen again. He had quietly agreed, his brown eyes as haunted as you felt by what you both had done, and yet here you both are, tangled up in the sheets on your bed and with one another, you pretending that the strip of metal on his left hand doesn’t burn your skin as it passes over you or dig into your fingers as he tightens his grip on you in a passionate frenzy.

This is so beyond wrong and you’re not this person, but you’re finding it difficult to stop. Especially when he kisses you like you’re the last thing in the world still holding him together. 

At work, you both continue to do your jobs. There is an unspoken agreement between you never to discuss any of this while you’re on the clock, especially where someone might overhear you.

When you’re off the clock, that’s a whole other story. The couple of times Bell or Stabler has taken the unit out for drinks after a tough day or to celebrate the successful completion of a case, you can feel Reyes’ eyes on you and you can only hope no one becomes the wiser. Especially when you say your goodbyes and head out and not even half an hour later, Reyes is at your door again.

There’s no more preamble between you now. No more protestations of ‘this is wrong’ or ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’. You simply grab him by his jacket and pull him inside, holding onto him as if he were the last thing in the world keeping you from falling apart.

You hate that you collapsed in front of your unit like you did, worrying them all. Now, here you are, being driven by Reyes to the ER on Stabler’s orders.

You know you should have protested but the throbbing pain in your head dictated otherwise at the time. Even now, you feel as if a fully-formed Greek goddess is about to spring forth from your right temple.

“Hold on, Y/L/N. We’re almost there.” 

You try to respond but you find that you can’t. You can’t even say anything when you feel him rubbing your upper arm. 

“You’re going to be okay,” he assures you, though he also sounds like he might need some reassurance himself. 

You sure hope he’s right. You’ve never felt anything quite like this and you never want to again. Reyes keeps talking to you and it’s his voice that you hold onto like a lifeline until he gets you to the hospital.

“Alright if I swing by later?”

You turn to look at Reyes, surprised, but you also arch a brow over at him in question. He doesn’t normally ask and he’s breaking the unspoken work rule considering you’re one hour into what is guaranteed to be a long ass shift.

He shrugs. “Just to check on you.” After a moment, he moves to stand next to you. “See how you’re doing.” His eyes are boring into you again. The haunted look is back.

“I’m right here in front of you, Reyes. You see exactly how I’m doing.” You might be fine and back at work, but that didn’t mean you felt up to whatever he was thinking for later on.

“I know that, but I also know that while you’re telling Bell and Stabler that you’re good to go, you’re still not a hundred percent.” He gives you a look heavy with meaning that you willfully ignore.

You frown at him. “I’m fine,” you insist, grabbing yourself a water bottle from the mini fridge. “I was medically cleared. You know that. You were there.”

“Maybe so.” He moves closer though you refuse to look up at him. “I’d still like to check on you, make sure you’re okay,” he murmurs. “That’s all. I can pick up some takeout and we can check out that new Godzilla show if you want.”

That prompts you to glance up at him, wondering how serious he is. The answer is clear in his eyes: he is. You nearly drop your bottle, especially when you notice just how close he is and just how he’s looking at you at this moment. 

“What are you two doing?”

Your heads both snap in Stabler’s direction. He’s glancing back and forth between you, assessing what he’s just walked up on.

“She said her head’s still a little fuzzy,” Reyes smoothly lies and moves a few inches back. So smoothly if Stabler hadn’t been standing there, you may have flinched. Since when had your life become so complicated? Since when did lies and indiscretions make up who you are as a person? Other than the usual sting operations and UC work? Since you let him into your apartment that first night. You suppose lying has become second nature to both of you; it’s what makes you both so good at your jobs.

Stabler’s focus is now on you alone. “Y/L/N, is that true?”

You can swear you detect a double meaning that Stabler tacked onto the end of his question but perhaps it’s just your paranoia peeking through. Perhaps it’s your own self-recrimination tightening the figurative noose around your neck a little more.

Instead, you put your best front on and hope like hell that you can somehow fool Elliot Stabler. “Yeah. I just got a little dizzy there for a second but I’m good now.”

Stabler stares at you for a moment and then gives you a nod. He’s accepting the explanation…for now. “I’ll let Bell know. Odds are she’ll want you to go get checked out to be safe. Reyes, why don’t you get her back to the ER?”

Reyes moves to do just that when you firmly protest, “No. There’s no need for that. I’m fine. The doctor cleared me yesterday. He warned me that I would have a wicked hangover. That’s all this is.”

Stabler’s eyes narrow, studying you intently. You don’t look away or back down. Reyes’ quick thinking lie is not going to sideline you from the operation currently in play nor is it going to affect your job. After a moment, Stabler relents. “Alright. But if it gets any worse, you tell me or Sergeant Bell immediately. Don’t be a hero. You got me?” You give him a nod in agreement, relieved that you’re not being sent back to the hospital. He gives you one last look and turns on his heel, making his way to Bell’s office. Knowing him, he’s going to tell her anyway and you would be watched like a hawk for the rest of your shift by your superior.

You glare over at Reyes. “I had to say something,” he defends.

You don’t reply; instead, you turn and walk away. He still shows up that night, Chinese takeout in hand, and he stays true to his word. He holds you to him as you both watch Monarch on your television. In the back of your mind, you start to realize that while this has always been wrong, you both are beginning to cross a line into something that’s somehow even more wrong than what you were doing before. You refuse to look at the clock to see how late it’s getting or to think about how while he’s sitting here with you, his family is at home and his wife is sitting up and most likely wondering where he is. A part of you wants to ask him about it, tell him that this needs to end before anyone gets more hurt than they already will be, but the other part of you urges you to stay silent. Especially when you hear him laugh at a meme one of his friends texts him that he opens right in front of you. Somewhere around the end of episode 2, you aren’t able to keep your eyes open anymore and you relax against his shoulder.

You wake up the next morning on your bed with a blanket laid over you. You tiredly make your way into the living room to find the TV off and the takeout containers cleaned up but no Reyes. The only evidence he was here at all is in the hastily scribbled note left on your kitchen table: “Told Bell you were coming in late. Take the time. Rest. Call me when you’re up. - B” You don’t know why but something about it makes you smile as you turn the coffee pot on and head to your bathroom to take a shower so you can start your day.

You rush over with Bell to the EMT for the Naloxone, watching in horror as Reyes struggles to breathe after running into the lab to save Stabler. You snatch the first tube out of the EMT’s hand and run to him, thinking the entire time, Don’t you dare do this. You have a family, you son of a bitch. Don’t you dare do this to them. …don’t you do this to me.

You inject him and within moments, you notice he starts to breathe a little easier. You lay a hand on his shoulder, staring down at him with worry as you hear Bell helping Stabler nearby. You don’t pull away when Reyes discreetly covers your hand with his, giving you a nod of thanks as he comes back down.

You aren’t surprised when he shows up at your door late that night or that you let him in when he does. You both grab at each other desperately. It’s quick, frantic, and over before you know it. This time, as you gasp for air, you ask him if he can stay…just a little longer than he usually does on nights like these.

He gently runs his thumb along your jawline, his dark eyes staring into yours as he tries to catch his breath, and he nods. You pull him closer to you, shutting your eyes as he pants against your neck, and you thank whoever is listening that he’s okay. Your hands roam everywhere, subconsciously checking for hidden injuries but all they come back with is warmth from his skin, movements of his chest moving in and out as he breathes, alive. A small part of you acknowledges that you’re selfishly taking this moment from his family, his wife, who he most likely hasn’t seen yet since Bell insisted he let the ambulance take him straight to the ER to get checked out alongside Stabler. You can’t be too careful with Fentanyl, after all. 

You let him stay another twenty minutes, holding each other as you breathe together, before you gently kick him out, insisting he needs to get home. He’s not happy that you give voice to the one thing neither of you have talked about since this whole thing started between you but he still leaves all the same. You feel torn as you see the door close behind him. While you wanted him to go, you still hate to watch him leave you. 

Captain Benson is here to talk about something with Sergeant Bell and Stabler. You don’t know her too well, only having met her twice before, but she’s quickly become the equivalent of a legendary crusader in the NYPD. Dr. Vargas’ eyes have not gone back to their original size since she arrived and you wouldn’t be surprised if he asks her for an autograph before she leaves.

You were making your way back from the bathroom when you noticed Benson and Stabler having a quiet conversation in the hallway to your right. You have no idea what they’re discussing and you’re not caught off guard by their close proximity. They’re former partners and good friends. It’s only when you see Stabler reach out to take her hand in his, holding it in a way that makes your heart ache and her smile, that you realize that this is something more than their former partnership, more than close friendship, and it’s a very private moment you’re accidentally intruding upon. You and everyone else in the building are not meant to witness this. 

Respecting their privacy and wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, you quickly avert your eyes and head back to your desk. Stabler emerges from the hallway about five minutes later, cool as a cucumber, but you do notice the faint hint of a smile that quickly disappears as he turns to climb the steps to Bell’s office.

You think back to that moment you just observed and your heart hurts even more. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Reyes typing away on his computer, and you try not to allow the guilt you feel to completely consume you.

“We can’t do this anymore,” you tell him the next time he shows up at your door, wearing a smile and carrying a pizza and a six-pack.

You watch as his smile fades and his brows furrow. “Why?”

“You know why,” you state. “You’re married and have a family, we work together…” You were going to list another reason or two, but you can’t. Which doesn’t really matter given that the first two you listed should be the ones with the most validity.

His jaw hardens as you knew it would. “We should talk.”

You shake your head, knowing where letting him in to talk will inevitably lead. “There’s nothing more to talk about, Reyes.” You say it firmly but gently right before you shut the door.

Before falling asleep that night, recalling what you had seen earlier this week, you wonder if Stabler had shown up at Benson’s door while his wife was still alive, would she have been able to say no and turn him away or would she have let him in knowing what would happen? Guessing what the answer is, the guilt inside you triples and continues to gnaw away at you as you drift off into sleep.  

When Dr. Vargas gets up to use the bathroom and Bell is at 1PP, Reyes makes his move. Within seconds, he’s sitting on the edge of your desk, facing you.

“Reyes,” you warn. It’s been about a week since you finally had worked up the courage to put an end to whatever it was the two of you had been doing. Things had been awkward the first few days afterwards, but you both are professionals if nothing else. 

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

You give him a look. “No misunderstanding. I made myself pretty clear actually.”

“No, I mean I feel like I gotta clear something up here.”

You sigh and toss the folder you had been perusing onto your desk. “And what’s that?”

You watch as his jaw tightens but he looks right at you. “Tammy and I are separated.”

You feel horror wash you like a tidal wave and ice water run through your veins. No, he did not just say that. Oh God.

Reyes, seeing your reaction, holds out a placating hand. “We’ve been separated for a while. Well before…” He doesn’t finish his sentence but he doesn’t need to; he gestures between the two of you. 

Relief radiates throughout your body only to be replaced with sudden anger. “What? Why did you never tell me that?” You ask through gritted teeth. This entire time he’s let you go on thinking that you were allowing a married man into your bed.

Shame laces his expression as well as pain. He should be ashamed, though it in no way rivals the amount of shame and guilt you feel. While you’re thankful that his wife hadn’t been sitting up at night wondering where her husband was when he’d been with you, you realize that you had let him walk through your door several times thinking she had. Oh God, what did that say about you?

“It happened, right after Jamie…” He swallows and lifts those haunted eyes up to meet yours. “It was hard, still is. I get my kids every other weekend. It’s not something I like to talk about or even think about. I kept my nose to the grindstone and just buried myself in work.”

“Yeah, you can say that again,” you hissed, getting to your feet, ready to leave. You don’t know if you’re more angry that he hadn’t told you before making a move on you, that you hadn’t asked when he did, or that he just made it clear that he’s been basically using you as a distraction for the pain or as a temporary cure for loneliness. Which makes you start to wonder… And you don’t like where that thought track is going.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, stopping you with the calling of your first name. You’re always referred to by your last name by everyone in this unit, even by him, even during this whole thing that you had going on, brief as it was. “That’s never what it was about.” As usual, he can read you like an open book. You really hate that sometimes. “I should’ve told you.”

“Yes, you should’ve. And what kills me is that when I said we shouldn’t let it happen again, you agreed with me. If you were already separated, then why? What would be the need to come up with a lie for Stabler on the fly?”

He doesn’t look away. “Like you said, work. You know just as well as I do that if Bell got wind of anything, if Stabler suspected, one of us would probably be immediately transferred out of here. And I know neither of us want that. We’ve both worked too hard to get here.”

You press your lips into a thin line but you realize he’s right. You don’t want to lose this job anymore than he does. You like the work you do and you’re good at it.

Reyes is suddenly next to you, a hand taking discreet purchase on your hip, and you feel an all too familiar burning sensation on your skin through your clothes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I should’ve told you.”    

Your jaw tightens. “You never stopped wearing your ring.”

That appears to catch him off guard and he releases you to glance down at the mentioned article. He studies it for a moment before lowering his hand and his eyes unapologetically meet yours. That tells you all you need to know. He may be separated from his wife but he still hopes for reconciliation. And while you can understand that, it still stings, possibly even more than the revelation that he’s let you go on thinking he was married this whole time and you never bothered to clarify whether he was or not.

You give him a curt nod. “Right.” 

Dr. Vargas has come back from his bathroom break and you snatch your keys from your desk and grab at an excuse to get out of there, offering to make a coffee run despite a fresh pot having been made ten minutes prior. You don’t look in Reyes’ direction once the rest of the shift and he doesn’t try to talk to you again.

Two days later, Reyes walks into the squad room, no longer sporting his wedding ring. Bell and Stabler hardly seem surprised by it. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a quick glimpse of the light strip of skin on his left hand when he places your breakfast order on your desk. 

When you both are the only ones in the room while Bell meets with Vargas in her office, you don’t mention the missing wedding band and neither does he.

Stabler notices that you two aren’t as talkative these days. Of course Stabler notices. Nothing gets past him and you know that.

“Something going on that I should know about?” He asks you from the driver seat of the SUV he’s driving. Stabler had taken one look at you back at the office and told you to take a drive with him downtown to follow up on a case. You had a feeling he wanted to talk to you more than he wanted your company or assistance, but you went anyway.

You shake your head, keeping your gaze on the road ahead. “Nope. I’m good.”

He slowly nods. “And Reyes?”

You tamp down any surprise at his direct question. Stabler didn’t pull any punches; he always got right to the heart of the matter. You shouldn’t be surprised. You do wonder, though, if you’ll be transferred out of the unit soon. There’s no way he’s keeping this from Bell.

You shrug. “Wouldn’t know.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Stabler side-eye you back as the vehicle comes to a stop at a red light. You keep your gaze dead ahead, unwilling to give away more than you obviously already have.

It’s a tense silence between you but you’re not willing to break it.  

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give to have Kathy back,” he murmurs.

You carefully turn to face him, seeing him reliving a memory for a moment.

“But she’s gone.” He then looks over at you. “I’ll always love her but she’s never coming back. And I know that I need to move on.”

You give him a nod, your brows furrowing slightly. You’re not exactly sure why he’s telling you this though you have a small inkling.

Sure enough, “There’s nothing wrong with trying to move on, Y/L/N. Jamie would have wanted that for you.” 

It hits you like a square punch to your gut. You clench your jaw and you turn away from him, willing the tears that are building to go away. Memories start to pop up in your mind and you quickly push them away, all except one. 

You and Jamie hadn’t had long; you weren’t exactly sure where he and Jet had stood the entire time you’d been in the unit until Jamie made it very clear to you a few weeks before he got shot. And then it hadn’t been too long after that that he…passed. Sure, everyone found out about you two the day he got shot and in the days that followed in the hospital, but it wasn’t something you talked about. At the funeral, you accepted Bell’s hug, Stabler’s steady hand on your shoulder, and Jet’s standing next to you in silent support as the other person who’d loved Jamie as much as she did. It was only Reyes who got to see your tears though. 

You had stayed by the graveside long after they’d lowered his casket into the ground, long after everyone cleared out including his father and the priest, long after it started to rain, almost as if God was crying along with you. Arms came around you and you looked up to see Reyes, soaked through just like you were, and his eyes as wet as yours. He held onto you as you broke down and sobbed against his coat, never letting you go even after you’d cried yourself out. And you held onto him, afraid that once you let go, you’d shatter into a thousand pieces right there on the ground, next to the grave of the man who’d taken your heart with him. 

You bite into the side of your cheek to keep the tears at bay and you stare out the windshield. You know Stabler’s right but that doesn’t make it any easier, and you’re pretty sure he knows that better than anyone, too. You remember back to that private moment between him and Benson in the hall of your building, the obvious closeness between them that flirts with the line of something more than partners, something more than friends. You know that and how it goes better than anyone. 

From your peripherals, you notice Stabler still watching you. You mutter “Yeah” just to give him something to work with and he takes it, nodding and turning back to the road. 

You think back to that moment by Jamie’s graveside with Reyes holding you together while you fell apart. The light turns green then and Stabler moves the car forward and you can’t help but think to yourself that if God really does send people signs, then the message the man next to you had delivered couldn’t have been clearer. 

You visit Jamie on the weekend. It’s been a little bit since you’ve been here but thankfully, someone has been keeping up around the headstone.

You lay the flowers you brought down under his name and step back, sticking your hands into the pockets of your coat. It’s a nice day, the sun is out, but it’s still a bit chilly. You take a deep breath in preparation for what you’re about to say.

“I don’t know if the priest is right and you’re up there watching over us, but if you are, then you know I haven’t really been making the most sound decisions lately.” A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. “Stabler says it’s okay to move on, that you would want that for me. I know he’s right, but Jamie, I don’t...” You press your lips together and shake your head, feeling the all-too familiar stinging in your eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” you admit. “I’m lost. The only time I don’t feel so lost is when…” You don’t dare finish that sentence, not to him, not to yourself. “I just don’t know,” you whisper, swallowing down the lump forming in your throat. “I do know that I miss you and I will miss you every day for the rest of my life.”

You’re not sure how long you stand there, staring down at the grave marker of the man you’d loved, but it didn’t rain, the only tears you shed were silent ones, and you were alone the entire time, holding yourself up. Perhaps, in some weird way, someone might consider that progress.

A cup of coffee is placed on your desk, one that you didn’t order, prompting you to glance up to see Reyes giving you a small smile. He nods when you thank him and heads over to his station. It’s the first time he’s given you that familiar smile since you ended things between you. Everything had been strictly professional with you two since then.

As you stare at the cup, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Jamie had always been good about coming up with solutions on the fly to any issues you might be having. When you and Bell weren’t seeing eye to eye one day, the next morning he’d handed you a cup of coffee he’d picked up and urged you up the stairs to her office so you could give it to her and try to resolve things. He’d been good like that. 

You surreptitiously glance over in Reyes’ direction and note his friendly grin as he speaks with Bell. You remove the lid from your coffee and take a sip, your smile staying intact. Thank you, Jamie. 

A week and a half later, you hear a familiar knock on your door and you hesitate before you get up to open it. By now, you’ve had plenty of time to process and compartmentalize everything that happened between you. It was a tough pill to swallow to realize that yes, while he should’ve told you, you also should’ve asked. It had been even harder to accept that you hadn’t asked because a part of you — the selfish part — simply hadn’t wanted to. While technically you and Reyes hadn’t done anything wrong, you knew you had on some level and that caused some serious inner reflection on your part. You had even taken Bell’s advice from long ago and started seeing a grief counselor. 

You confirm it’s Reyes through the peephole and swing the door open, seeing him standing there, nothing in hand, no hopeful expression, no smile, no puppy dog eyes — none of it. He’s there, as is, as he’d always been since before things got…complicated. The sight actually makes you relax a little. 

“Hey,” he greets.

“Hey.”

An awkward moment of silence passes between you before he breaks it. “Can we talk?”

You cross your arms, biting your lip. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” His expression falls slightly and you add quickly, “At least not here.”

You grab your keys from near the door and slip your jacket on, seeing the glimmer of hope in his dark eyes. You lock up and turn back to him. “Let’s go.”

He nods and walks with you towards the elevator.

Your server arrives and places your food in between you. You give the guy a smile of thanks and you both begin to dig in. You had been starving so you dragged Reyes to your favorite Italian place a few blocks over for dinner and the talk he wanted to have.

“So…” You start in between mouthfuls of chicken.

It takes him a minute but he eventually answers with, “I should’ve told you.” You feel like he’s repeated that so often it should become his own personal mantra.

You shrug and take a sip of your wine, immediately responding with “I should’ve asked.” And that should become your own personal mantra. But it’s the truth and it’s an acknowledgement all in the same breath — an acknowledgement of what you both could have done better. 

That’s the only time either of you refer to what had transpired between you. Instead, you ask him about his kids and he updates you on each one. You discuss work a little and how Dr. Vargas makes you both miss the hell out of Jet. You dance around the subject of Jamie, not because you don’t want to talk about him, but because that’s how things kicked off in the first place. And tonight is not about that.

Something that is made clear when he walks you back to your apartment. “Thanks for dinner,” you offer. “It was nice.”

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees. “I’m glad we went.” You notice he seems unsure about something but he covers it with a kind smile. “I’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest.”

He begins to walk back to the elevator when you call out, “Where the hell are you going, Reyes?”

He stops, his brows drawing together. “I thought you didn’t—”

“Yeah? Well, you thought wrong,” you tease. “We still have a season of monster television to watch and I am not watching it alone. So get your ass in here.” You unlock your door and step inside. When he doesn’t immediately follow, you stick your head back out, seeing him looking torn and it hits you why. “Unless you have plans to watch it elsewhere.”

Reyes gives you a smirk and steps towards you. “You know I would never sign up for an AppleTV account.”

“Uh huh.” You roll your eyes and let him follow you inside. “And I suppose the huge TV and epic sound system is the icing on the cake, too, right?” Something he and Jamie had helped you to install when you moved into this place. Quite a few movie nights had happened afterwards when Jamie insisted you had the better entertainment system out of the four of you. Jet’s was great for gaming, but yours was fantastic for movies and TV. And sporting events, you had added, smirking over at Jamie, knowing what he and Reyes were really after. They both tried to act like the thought hadn’t crossed their minds before you mentioned it but considering a big fight was taking place two weeks later, and you all were detectives, you knew they’d been planning game nights and fight nights at your place since they���d seen what you purchased. 

“Doesn’t hurt,” Reyes teases back, not denying it, and it makes you snicker.

You both settle down to start Episode 3 of Monarch, sodas in hand and a bag of candy from your secret stash between you. This time, you both add commentary, make each other laugh, and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. When he carefully winds an arm around your shoulders, you smile to yourself and lay your head on his chest. You don’t even mind it when he caresses your shoulder with his thumb or he presses a soft kiss to your head. 

You don’t know exactly where this is going to lead or if it will even lead anywhere at all. You do know that for right now, you’re going to enjoy this sci-fi show you’re watching with the guy whose embrace seems capable of keeping you from falling apart most days. Not everything is magically solved between you and Reyes, and everything is still up in the air for him, but right now you’re not going to think about any of that. Right now you’re only going to think about the four hundred feet tall monster on your screen, the comforting weight of Reyes’ arm around you, and how soothing the sound of his heartbeat underneath your ear is. This might not be what Stabler had in mind when he said what he said to you, but for you right now, it’s pretty damn close.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Fatility’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Multifandomed & OC Menu Updated Pt. Two 5•10•24 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ A Multifandom blog, that caters to less represented. Mainly black women but other poc and minorities as well. 

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 Welcome To The Bakery 𓆰♥︎𓆪

series (☀︎︎) oneshots (☦︎︎) smut (✞)

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 9-1-1 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Athena Grant.

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↳ Henrietta Wilson.

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↳ May Grant.

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↳ Maddie Buckley.

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↳ Karen Wilson.

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↳ Bobby Nash.

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↳ Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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↳ Howie “Chimney” Han.

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↳ Evan Buckley.

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↳ Ravi Panikkar.

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↳ Albert Han.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 9-1-1: Lonestar 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Tyler “T.K” Kennedy Strand.

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↳ Carlos Reyes.

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↳ Judson “Judd” Ryder.

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↳ Paul Strickland.

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↳ Mateo Chavez.

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↳ Wyatt Harris.

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↳ Owen Strand.

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↳ Gabriel Reyes.

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↳ Tommy Vega.

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↳ Grace Ryder.

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↳ Marjan Marwani.

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↳ Nancy Gillian.

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↳ Kendra Harrington.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Miscellaneous (Artist ++) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Solange Knowles.

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↳ Kelly Rowland.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Last Of Us 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Ellie Williams.

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↳ Riley Abel.

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↳ Dina.

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↳ Abby Anderson.

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↳ ((Ships)) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Riley x Ellie

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↳ Dina x Ellie

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Scream 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Hayley Marshall

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Marcel Gerard.

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↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

[missmitchieg]

Julie And The Phantoms: A (Unhelpful) Guide For The Newbies

Julie Molina:

- Played by: Superstar Madison Reyes, funniest human alive

- Nicknames: Underachiever, Jules, Star

- The Star

- Co-lead singer and pianist/keyboardist of Julie And The Phantoms

- Would stan Sunset Curve

- Fashion icon

- Wants to learn the fiddle

- Bisexual icon

- Stans Selena Quintanilla

- Lowkey stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Her type is white guitar boys and all girls

- An angel

- Needs a hug

- Human Wrecking Ball™

- Crescent moons

- TALENT

- A little bit in love with her bestie tbh

- Queen of setting and enforcing boundaries

- Great judge of character

- Accidentally fell in love with a handsome ghost, whoops!

- Always nice to literally everyone, even when she's beefing with them

- Loves purple, butterflies, flowers and glitter

- Daydreamer

- Saturn

- Songwriter & Poet

- Can. Not. Lie.

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- Good at apologizing

- TALENT

- Doodles

- Space

- GIRL CAN DANCE

- Awkward but in a cute way

- Literally Magical

- Pretty sure she's a Siren/Witch Hybrid, I have Evidence

- TALENT

- Good lungs

- Loud voice

- CAN R U N

Rose Molina:

- Played by: Danube Hermosillo

- Julie's mom

- SIREN QUEEN

- Sunshine

- Fashion icon

- Loves music

- Loves dahlias

- Songwriter

- Stans Sunset Curve

- Has been in a couple bands, one of which was called Rose And The Petal Pushers

- Plays piano, probably also guitar

- Super nice

Ray Molina:

- Played by: Carlos Ponce

- Julie's dad

- One cool dude

- The Best Dad Ever

- A King and a Witch (trust me)

- Probably also bi tbh

- Photographer

- Supportive and loving

- Knows the words to Julie's songs

- Good at apologizing

- Films Julie And The Phantoms performances for their youtube channel

Carlos Molina:

- Played by: Sonny Bustamante

- Julie's little brother

- BEST LITTLE BROTHER

- Went into Protect Mode when Julie was scared of the ghost in the garage

- Helped a ghost chef cross over

- The Ghost Toaster

- Youtuber

- Plays baseball

- Likes rap music

- Stans Julie And The Phantoms

- Also films their performances

Flynn Taylor:

- Played by: Jadah Marie

- Nickname: Disappointment

- Julie's bestie, marketing team, manager and roadie

- Will not tolerate lying and secret keeping

- Crazy glue of best friends

- Also stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Is in love with her 'bully' and is Big Mad about it

- DEFINITELY a lesbian

- The coolest person ever

- Cat person

- Eat The Rich

- She/they

- Literally The Most Supportive Friend

- Also a fashion icon

- Made a promise with Julie they would form a band called Double Trouble when they were 6, made t shirts for said band, wasn't mad when Julie formed her own ghost band

- Came up with the name Julie And The Phantoms

- Rap Queen

- Gives me Destiny's Child stan vibes

- Knows who Julie likes before Julie knows

- A Very Literal Person

- Sass™

- Also films performances

Victoria:

- Played by: Alison Araya

- Julie's maternal aunt

- Also a fashion icon tbh

- Probably has a succulent named Pablo

- Terrified of demons

- Has seen enough horror movies to know that when shit's going down in a house, you leave the damn house

- Knows how to relieve you of demons

- Drops in with food so they don't eat leftovers every night

- Occasionally babysits Julie and Carlos

- Is on Julie's school mailing list

Luke Patterson:

- Played by: Charlie Gillespie

- Handsome Ghost Boy #1

- Julie's best friend, boyfriend and Soulmate

- Flirted with Julie's mom once, oops!

- Former lead singer of Sunset Curve

- Current co-lead singer and guitarist of Julie And The Phantoms

- HOO BOY DOES HE NEED A HUG

- His type is dark curly haired latinas and all boys

- Really, really, really likes roses

- No one knows how to describe his eye color

- BAD handwriting

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- The Most Supportive Boyfriend

- If Julie doesn't like a thing, he doesn't like it, either

- Tied with Flynn for #1 Julie Molina Stan

- Would do anything for Julie Molina

- ANYTHING. FOR. JULIE.

- Ships Willex & Boggie

- Music is in. his. soul.

- Literally died for music

- D E T E R M I N A T I O N

- Kinda bad at apologizing at first but he gets better

- Does not give a damn about school

- Just really loves his parents

- Guitar Boy

- Preeeetty sure pretty boy is pan/ace

- Has chemistry with everyone he sings with

- Probably has ADHD

- Loves food

- Appreciates a good show

- Sleeves? Don't know him

- Cries a lot

Alex Mercer-Molina:

- Played by: Owen Joyner

- Handsome Ghost Boy #2

- Gay Little Drummer Boy

- Allergic to girls

- Formerly Sunset Curve drummer

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms drummer

- Julie's other bestie/older brother tbh

- Pink

- Garbage parents

- Needs a hug so bad

- Also literally died for music

- Ships Jukebox sooooo hard

- Fashion icon

- A N X I E T Y

- Thinks he's the smart one

- Whitney Houston and David Bowie stan

- Boy can SING

- Dancer

- Does not subscribe to Luke's 'if Julie doesn't like it, I don't like it' thing

- Sass™

Reggie Peters-Molina:

- Played by: Jeremy Shada

- Handsome Ghost Boy #3

- Julie's other other bestie/older brother

- Bisexual

- Also flirted with Julie's mom

- Formerly Sunset Curve bassist

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms bassist

- Parents hate each other, no one knows where they are now

- Doesn't handle yelling well

- In desperate need of a hug

- Protect Him

- Golden Retriever Puppy

- Red, black and white

- LOVE HIS VOICE

- Country Boy

- Shreds on a banjo

- Also literally died for music

- BEST BOY

- Jukebox & Willex Stan #2

- The Actual Smart One

- Is also The Cute One

- FUNNY

- His religion is leather jackets and flannels

- SWEETEST ANGEL BOY

- Loves Julie's dad

- Hypes up his friends a lot

- Just wants his friends to be happy

- BABIE

- Star Wars stan

- Hates Jar Jar Binks

- Gives me Disney fan vibes

- Had a massive crush on Trevor Wilson, known as Bobby at the time

[the-spindly-lady-faith]

I posted 99 times in 2021

37 posts created (37%)

62 posts reblogged (63%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.7 posts.

I added 49 tags in 2021

#eddie diaz - 5 posts

#raven reyes - 5 posts

#evan buckley - 5 posts

#octavia blake - 5 posts

#bellamy blake - 5 posts

#bobby nash - 5 posts

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#the 100 - 5 posts

#bellamy blake fanfiction - 5 posts

#bucky barnes - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 45 characters

#i learned in third grade how to write cursive

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

My Marvel HC's [When You Tell Them You're Pregnant/You Adopted] Pt 2

Gender Neutral Reader

PT 1, PT 2, PT 3

[YELENA BELOVA]

Considering both of your work lives, children was the thing least thought and talked about. The few times you talked about children, adoption and surrogacy was brought up. You had gone in to the doctors a few weeks ago to see if the surrogacy had successfully gone through and it did! You were a big mix of excited and scared to tell Yelena.

Never once, had you loved anyone the way you loved Yelena. Your relationship with her was definitely a seriously rocky one to start, especially on her part. You drove home after getting her favorite ice cream and water, the result papers in the passenger seat beside you. To your lucky surprise, she was home when you got there so some nerves, were calmed down some.

"Yelena. I have news for you"

It was silent for a moment until you heard her bound down the stairs and approach you with a small smile that made your heart warm. You sat together on the couch, handing her the ice cream before you went dead silent, your eyes locked on the coffee table. You didn't want this feeling to eat you any longer. Yelena noticed the look on your face, setting her hands free as she sat on the ground in-front of you, her hands on your knees.

"I went in to the doctors a bit ago and the surrogacy results came positive. Yelena... I-I'm pregnant. We're pregnant"

Her eyes blew wide as she toyed with her hands. "I-I know this isn't what you want probably but I know its a small-" Her lips crashed onto yours in a sweet, feverish embrace as you slowly eased into the kiss, her hands holding your waist as your hands held her cheeks,

"I want everything with you [Y/N]"

[BRUCE BANNER]

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#4

To My Dearest, Rosemary

My most beloved Rosemary, I will probably be gone by the time you are to read this letter. Worry not, I've just gone on a business trip but I'm not known to the full knowledge of it. I will write and call to you and the children when my time is free.

How do you do though my love? I still forever remember our first time meeting and I was so nervous for your beauty was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Maybe it was then I knew I wanted to marry you. But in terms of my trip, I should be back after a week to two weeks so worry not that I'll be gone long. I'll try returning earlier should there be circumstances of such.

I hope the children don't tire you out too much and that Sophie is of help. Before I am to finish this letter, know that you will always be my only. You are the most beautiful woman that my eyes have landed on and I've never once regretted any decision made with & for you. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect then you, then this family we've made.

I wish you and the children well once again and I will call at least every other night for you. becarefulbecarefulbecareful

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Your Beloved, Jack Walten

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[A/N: The Walten Files is amazing and worth the watch ya'll.]

25 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 15:51:40 GMT

#3

Well, Hello Again Major [Jasper Cullen]

Word Count: 2k

Pairings: Jasper x F!Reader

Post Darte: 6/17/21

Warnings: Slight strong [?] language

A/N: A year of quarantine got me going back to my old phases. Reader is also a vampire already but she not know that

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[TEXAS, 1863]

As any summer day in Texas, it was blazing hot as we had every window & door open hoping it would help in which barely did. The childish giggles of my younger siblings sounded through-out the entire grounds of our giant farm as I pulled down clothes off the line, clopping hooves stopped me. "He's here! Big sister (Y/N)! The major is here!" I smiled at Marie's excited calls as I picked up the laundry basket and made my way to the metal gate, meeting the soft smiling major.

"Well, what's the major doing here of all places & days?" My accent drawled out as I shielded my face from the sun, the man smiling at me as I opened the gate, his horse walking through. "Can't a man visit his favorite special lady?" I smiled, leading him towards the horse stables, the small children running all around us and clinging to Jasper and his horse. "I think these little ladies have taken a liking to me"

I shook my head as I helped un-saddled his horse before he followed me inside. "Special visitor everyone~!" I called out in a sing song voice, the heat from cooking sticking to my skin again, my petticoat unbearable once more. I slipped upstairs, staring to section off, fold and put away laundry. Gentle hands pulled me back, soft kissing on my fabric covered shoulder "Always find a way to distract me don't you, Major?" He smiled, resting his chin on my shoulder as I layed my head back on his, the moment was peaceful, quiet & calm as we both gently swayed side-to-side.

"It's time to come eat, ma'am" I smiled, turning and placing a soft little kiss on his cheek "Help me finish the laundry then real quick" He sighed and did as such then the two of us, hand-in-hand bounced down the steps and into the kitchen as I glided over to a counter, grabbing up the bowl of my specially made mashed potato's and setting down onto the table, just all around smiles and happiness.

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#2

Doing Good [Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz]

Based off: S2 E8 ‘Buck Actually’

A/N: ✨bonk✨

Warnings: gun violence, blood, gun assault, hospitals

Post Date: 8/30/21

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairing[s]: Buck x Reader x Eddie

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87 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 20:41:57 GMT

#1

Birthday [Evan Buckley]

story info: reader is bobby's daughter (from before the fire in Minnesota) authors note: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be shit ngl warnings: cursing word count: 1021

The sun that streamed through my curtains casted a hazy yellow glow on my skin, spreading warmth through my body as my morning bed-head hair tickled the skin of my shoulders & face gently as I sat up slowly, enjoying the last few moments in the comfort of my bed before finally getting up & skulking into the shower.

The drive to work was nothing unusual for L.A, just the morning traffic, ignorant people barely look at the road from their phones. On the way to the 118, I had already seen on accident with the 133 already taking care of it.

When I walked into the station, it was as normal as it could get at the 118 but what put me off slightly is the lack of immediate birthday wishes. Most people wouldn't care but when a birthday came up in the 118, it was taken rather seriously with wishes, spontaneous gifts, & a party at the end of the day usually.

I jogged lightly up the stairs to find the lounge area as usual, Buck & Eddie fighting over a game, Bobby making breakfast while Hen & Chim sneak behind him continuously as I took a seat at a smaller, two person table. "What's today's date?" I asked, hoping they hadn't forgotten my birthday but I was let down, by each of them, my dad included "I think it's the 17th" Buck casually said through his gaming rage.

"No, it's the 19th, look at a calendar today Buck?" Chim replied with his usual sass towards Buck as I lightly sighed tapping away at my computer, rubbing my hands lightly on my face until the loud buzzing alarm disturbed me and I shot up, going down the pole & readying up for whatever this job would be.

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[starlightsoulwriting]

Constellations Against Skin

n.t. “You hold him in your arms, a thousand stars in the bones of a man, and nobody could have thought you’d come so close to holding constellations against your skin.”

Dean Winchester X Reader; Castiel X Reader

Soulmate AU

[AO3] [Chapter List]

Two: Awake

You faded in and out of awareness for a day. Nurses moved around your room, taking your vital signs and redressing your wounds. Everything was fuzzy and floaty, like there was fog between you and the rest of the world. You heard voices, fading in and out. People you knew. There was a warm presence next to you - it felt like cherry pie and cedar-smoke. Like home. You reached out for it.

There were so many thoughts and feelings where you were. The energy was so jumbled and sad and sinking. Hope and despair and relief and worry and pain in a horrible emotion soup forced down your throat and into your lungs. It was too much.

At some point you thought you dreamt of an empty, echoing church and a boy with green eyes.

Your soulmark felt horrible on your ribs, the burning threatening to pull sobs from your throat even in your sleep. So much of you hurt.

It was that pain that woke you up.

You groaned, opening your eyes and blinking against the lone, dim light buzzing above a sink. The small room smelled strongly of disinfectant and linen. Shuffling noises echoed in the hall and a soccer game played lowly on TV. Voices on an intercom would occasionally interrupt the quiet, unobtrusive sound around you with loud beeps and cracking microphones.

Your head was cloudy, but you were aware enough to be yourself - even if your brain felt like it was stuffed full of cotton instead of thoughts. You had no idea how you got in this hospital room - and it was clearly a hospital room. You... didn’t remember anything after you took out the werewolf. Were you still in Wyoming? How much time had passed? Had you been in a car accident?

Wires and tubes stuck onto and into your body made it hard to move. You recognized the IV, EKG, and Oxygen mask but the rest of it was foreign to you. You wanted to get up and walk around, but were afraid you would wind yourself into knots. Besides, sharp pain shot through your whole body whenever you moved. You didn’t think you were going anywhere. It was worse than you were used to, and you were used to pain.

You reached out for the ‘call nurse’ button, but one of your hands wasn’t moving the way it should’ve. You looked down - your non-dominant hand was in a cast, your pinky, ring, and middle finger wrapped in gauze, leaving you with a lobster claw instead of a hand. The blue wrapping had a warding sigil written on it in sharpie - one that you had as a tattoo. Why had someone put that there? You didn’t need it twice. Your right leg was wrapped all the way up your thigh with fiberglass, and you couldn’t move it for the life of you. A frustrated sigh left you before you could help yourself. Just your luck.

You felt like you came down with a very bad cold and then ran into a wall face-first.

Every part of you that you could see was covered in bandages. A mask covered your mouth and nose; you could feel the faint tickle of oxygen coming through and brushing against your nostrils. There was even a fucking tube in your throat. You could feel it chafe every time you moved - it came out your nose and you had to stop yourself from gagging around it every other second. It gave you the worst sore throat you’d ever had on steroids.

The nurse better haul ass, you wanted this thing gone.

And your ribs, holy shit. Was that extremely painful or completely numb? Hell if you knew.

You stretched uncomfortably, choking back a grunt of pain as you reached for the remote that was just a little bit out of your reach.

A sharp intake of breath came from the door and something light hit the floor.

You turned to see none other than Dean Winchester - a man you’d been wanting to meet since you were fourteen, when you met John the second time. He’d been all too happy to shut that idea down quick, though. He hadn’t even wanted you around himself at the time, let alone his kids - a fact that never changed even after you started hunting in earnest around the same time Dean had. Didn’t need his sons meeting the freak, right?

John’s rejections had always hurt more than you were willing to admit.

You recognized Dean from the photos, though - more recent ones, and from the familiar soul thrumming through him. Different than his father’s gunsmoke and whiskey, yes, but the threads were there - you knew a Winchester when you felt one. Dean felt like campfires and old cars. A pine forest on a summer night.

You flushed scarlet. Of course when you finally met your dead friend’s hot son you looked like a drowned cat that got hit by a bus. (You felt like that too). You were injured to hell, but you had eyes - and you were in a hospital bed. There was no way you could flirt with him like this. Who the hell flirted while they were in the hospital?

This fucking sucked.

You made a pointed effort to avoid looking in his head. You didn’t need to hear his thoughts, they were probably just filled with the general hunter concern tinged with curiosity that you felt yourself when working a case. You didn’t have your necklace, which you’d enchanted and blessed yourself, so you were getting a metric shit-ton of the disjointed brain chatter and stray emotions it would normally keep away. The drugs dulled your senses somewhat, so it was more like cafeteria noise than legible thoughts, thank god. You would just have to not focus on him too much. Easy.

It wasn’t easy, he was very attention-grabbing.

Wait.

Were you a case?

Dean just looked at you in shock and then at the cheap coffee he’d spilled on the floor.

“Hey,” He gave an uneven smile before crossing the room to the sink and grabbing a few paper towels. “Bobby’ll be glad you’re awake.”

“Bobby’s here?” . You lowered your face mask to speak. That hurt more than it should’ve. Your throat was dry as hell, and your voice came out in a harsh, cracking whisper around the feeding tube.

You felt like crying. Had he been worried about you? How did he even know where you were? Had the hospital gone through your things?

You’d really missed him.

Dean coughed and looked away from you. Of course he would - he probably didn’t know how to deal with a random crying chick more than any other hunter. Which is to say, not at all. You blinked away your tears for the sake of both your pride.

“Yeah, he’s asleep back at the motel. Stayed here all night.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “He only agreed to go back if someone stayed here with you.”

You sighed, settling back into the lumpy hospital pillow. “Can you get the thingy?” You pointed at the Call Nurse button. You were not stretching like that again, your whole body felt like it was on fire and underwater.

What drugs had they given you?

He nodded again, handing you the remote. “I’m Dean, by the way.”

“I know,” You rasped, with a wink that hurt way too much to make. Very sexy of you. “Nice to finally meet you.”

That caught him off guard, apparently. He gave you a skeptical look, one eyebrow raised comically higher than the other. You would think this man had never been flirted with by a grievously injured monster hunter before.

His deer-in-a-headlights look was cute, though.

You figured you should explain yourself. “John never let me anywhere near you and Sam, even when he kept telling me how great y'all are. Always figured it would be cool meeting a hunter my own age, though.” You gave the best, genuine smile you could muster and held out your good hand. “I’m (Y/n).”

He shook your hand, and you had to stop yourself pulling away in shock. Your energy had leapt out at his and latched on, sending a blush straight to your face and a warm, tingly feeling to your soulmark.

It’d never done that before.

You both yanked your hands away, looking away from each other.

Had he felt that too? He must’ve, right? If his flustered expression and red ears were anything to go by, then yes, he had.

Great, as if you weren't already a freak.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll go call Bobby. He’ll want to know you’re up.” He started, walking backwards toward the door. You nodded, hugging yourself as best you could and kept your eyes firmly planted on the wall. “I, um - I got your message, by the way.”

“What?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, confused You didn’t have his phone number. Was he talking about the polaroid of John you mailed Bobby to give the boys?

“Oh,” He waved you off, still walking backwards. He tripped on the trash can. “Nothing. You know what? Forget I said that.” And he left, pulling out his cell phone.

But you saw the sigil scratched on his hand - the same one that was on your cast. The same one that hid you from demons. One from your personal collection of Enochian seals. The one you hadn’t seen any other hunter ever use ever.

That’s sure interesting. You wondered idly if that’s what he thought your message was. But, as far as you knew, you couldn’t do something like that.

The nurse rushed in only a minute or two later, interrupting your thoughts, and looking absolutely beside herself. She didn't let Dean back in for a while, because right after her came the bedraggled Dr. Reyes, whose hair was threatening to escape her bun and run away. Apparently you were the biggest case in the hospital and she had just been… waiting for you to wake up.

The tests she ran were annoying, but you slogged through them all the same.

You could follow the pen with your eyes fine, your pupils were dilating fine, you knew it was 2006, and you didn’t seem to have any memory problems.

And nobody was answering any of your questions. Dr. Reyes just vaguely said there was an accident but refused going into detail, asking how much pain you were in when you pressed further. A different nurse than earlier brought in a new IV stand, hooking it up and handing you a button. Pain drip, she’d said - press when you needed more meds.

You pressed it as often as the damn thing let you.

Dr. Reyes agreed to take out the feeding tube shoved down your throat, but only after you proved you could hold down meals. And that meant you had to wait at least until after lunch, if not dinner. Boo.

You resisted the temptation to look at their thoughts to figure out what was going on. You hated, hated, hated doing it on purpose. It felt intrusive and gross to reach into somebody’s head like that and pull out what you wanted. Like prying a snail out of its shell.

And it reminded you too much of your time in New York.

When she was done looking you over, Dr. Reyes sat down on her rolling stool and leveled you with a serious look, face sad and empathetic but no-nonsense. “You don’t remember what happened?” She sighed when you shook your head, but continued. “Would you like me to tell you what happened, or would you like your family to come talk to you? I can come back later and explain everything medically if you’d prefer it that way.”

You swallowed, fear spiking in your chest at her tone. Bobby had brought at least Dean with him, and you had no reason to believe Sam hadn't followed. Why would he do that if it wasn’t something bad? This was serious, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t have brought back up if it wasn’t. If it was a normal case he would’ve come alone.

Did you want Bobby to tell you?

Yes, yes you did.

He’d been there after your parents died, and for most of your teenage years; he’d already seen you at your worst.

So you waited a few minutes for the nurse - Callie, her tag said - to get him from the waiting room. He’d apparently gotten there just a few minutes after Dean called him. Dr. Reyes left with the promise of coming back in an hour or so to go over your chart and explain all your injuries, wires, and treatment options.

Bobby looked like he hadn't slept in a week. You weren’t the only one who looked like a drowned cat, apparently. He squeezed your good hand for a second and pulled up what you were sure was a horribly uncomfortable plastic chair. He gave you a sad smile - which made you feel worse, nerves rising in your chest even more. He was never this soft-looking. “How you doing, kid?”

You just shrug weakly, making sure not to move too much, and acting more nonchalant than you felt. “Confused.” You murmur, before looking away and biting your lip, wanting to curl in on yourself but unable to, pain singing in your muscles at your attempt. You hit the pain button again and huffed when it made a beep that meant you’d already gotten your next dose. “I don’t remember how I got here.”

He sighed and sounded centuries old. You felt bad for asking him to come in, for making him so tired. You wanted to make him turn around and get some sleep. To stop worrying about you so much. But he would give you a better idea of what happened than the doctor could, if this was related to a hunt. And you had a sinking feeling it was.

“I think that’s a good thing, champ.”

You furrowed your brows and looked up at him, searching his face for answers. He just looked exhausted. And you felt just how drained he was. How frustrated, how angry. Heavy.

You felt like a little kid again, waiting for him to tell you why your house had been set on fire. Small, and confused, and clueless. “What happened to me, Bobby?” You breathed, voice small.

You were suddenly afraid to hear the answer.

“Alioth found you. Hurt you real bad,” He started, and you took in a sharp breath that stung your ribs like a bitch.

That stupid demon had been after you for years. But you’d exorcised him last year. He’d never been able to crawl out of hell so fast. You normally had two years of freedom from him at least. Bile rose in your throat and you wanted to run anywhere but where you were. He could be anywhere now.

Had he been exorcised? Were you still in danger? How had he found you?

Who had saved you if it wasn’t Bobby? Because it sure as hell hadn’t been Bobby, you could feel as much. Did you save yourself? You doubted that, as much as you wanted to believe you’d been able to kick his ass all by yourself.

You needed to leave now.

Bobby put his hand lightly on your arm and you jumped, eyes going wide. “You're safe now. Me, Sam and Dean are gonna find the son of a bitch and send him back to hell if he so much as breathes in this direction.”

You just nod stiffly, staring at the wall, frozen in the sitting position you had bolted into in your panic. “How bad is it?”

“Well, I think you should ask your doctor that-”

“Bobby.” You didn’t have time for this.

Would you be able get discharge papers or would you have to sneak out yourself? Could you even sneak out like this?

“Your insides are fine, besides the fact that your heart’s real stressed out.” He sighed again, clearly either oblivious of your impending panic or hoping it would go away by itself. “You’re going to have a lot of scars, though, kid. I’m sorry.”

You forced yourself to breathe. To think, to let that sink in. You looked straight ahead and tried not to imagine what you looked like under your bandages. You would listen to the doctor first, figure out how to handle your wounds, and then get discharged against medical advice. For sure. You could do that. That was a plan.

You didn’t cry.

You refused to cry. Not for your vanity, and not out of fear. It was part of the life, nothing you haven't dealt with before. It’s not like you had anyone to impress, anyway. You were tough, you told yourself, it didn’t matter. And you had three hunters with you. If a demon so much as sneezed there would be a lightning storm, and they would help you get out of here before he found you again.

Not like you would be hard to find, given how much everybody seemed to be talking about you.

"What day is it?" You changed the subject, stubborn to avoid your freak-out. You could drive three states away and follow up with someone there by the time anyone realized you were gone. No need to hyperventilate. It was just the thing that killed your parents. No big deal.

"July tenth. Monday. A bartender walking home heard fighting and called 911 the night before last." He looked at you hesitantly, like he’s afraid of what he could hear. "So what… Do you remember?"

You had to shut your eyes to think past the blank spots in your mind. It was hard - you felt all floaty from the meds, thoughts slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Everytime you thought you latched onto something you hit empty, gaping holes where the memory should be.

So you found the very last solid memory, and focused.

A gunshot.

Yellow eyes going dark. A body falling to the floor. Cleaning up a scratch on your shoulder. Putting weapons away in your Mustang.

"Finishing a wolf hunt." You croak, wishing you could get yourself some water. "After that there's nothing." You shook your head, frustrated, and run your hand through your hair.

"Do you know where you might've been heading?” Bobby pressed. “A motel, a store, a bar?"

"A bar." The memory flashes. You'd wanted a drink. "The country-themed one by the book store. It was crowded."

--

"Dude, I wanna ride the bull."

"Dean, you're not riding the bull."

"Not now, obviously," Dean said on their way past the machine and toward the back of the bar. It was empty, a little past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the place had just opened. The mechanical bull was mocking him, artificial red eyes glowing under the tin-can lights. "When we finish the case." He heard Sam's annoyed huff and chose to ignore it. He was obviously just too intimidated to try and didn’t want Dean to upstage him. Duh.

Dean flashed his FBI badge at the bartender, and his brother did the same before speaking. "I'm Agent Wright with the FBI; this is my partner Agent Mason. We're here about the attack Saturday night. We have reason to believe the victim was here earlier in the night."

That was Dean's cue to pull out an polaroid Bobby had given them, sliding it onto the counter. It was from last year. A headshot. You were smiling and covered in grey mud, just after you’d wiped off your face with your sleeve, your arm still pressed against your cheek. Your hair and shirt were trashed. There'd been some spell ingredient you were digging up and it rained the night before, but you hadn’t been letting that stop you. You sent pictures to Bobby pretty often, apparently, though Dean had never noticed. Maybe he had them all hidden in a box somewhere?

Oh, he was so snooping when they got back.

The man behind the counter - his name tag labeled him as David - shrugged after eyeing the photo for a moment. "I wasn't in on Saturday," He nodded to the back. "Duncan was though, I'll go get him."

Sam nodded. "Please do."

"David and Duncan, huh?" Dean muttered when the man was out of earshot. "As if this place needed any more D-bags."

Sam made a choked noise, leaving Dean with a wry grin. The worse his brother reacted to a joke the better he'd done, in Deans humble opinion. Half the fun of road trips was torturing him. Captive audience.

Duncan came out and crossed his arms, apparently swapping places with David. He was standing maybe a little too tall, puffing his chest a bit too much. He didn’t look happy to see them. "You think that girl who got attacked was here?"

"Considering she said so, yeah," Dean said, nodding at the polaroid. "So?"

Duncan took a moment, squinting. "Maybe." He shrugged. "She might've been the rum and coke I had around nine-thirty, but I can't be sure." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "The place was packed, dude. I could barely keep up with orders, let alone remember every single face. "

What a beacon of empathy.

Sam and Dean just looked at each other. "Do you have security cameras?" Sam asked.

"You’ll have to ask the boss." He waved them off, making to leave.

Sam cleared his throat, stopping him. “Then go get them, please.”

Back at the motel, Sam worked his laptop open and Dean studied a map of the small highway town - seeing if there were other cameras they could track your path with. He was circling businesses and intersections along the shortest route between the bar and the paper mill where you'd been found.

He'd been careful to hide his hand from view while they'd been out - he didn't need randos thinking he was satanic.

It had been a shock, waking up with the sigil scratched into his hand. But Bobby reasoned that it was a message, somehow. It was the same tattoo you got on your leg - the one the demon burned through. As far as Bobby knew it was a kind of ward - made it hard for demons to track anyone wearing it.

It freaked Dean out, personally. You'd been unconscious and ten blocks away from him and you left him with that? It gave him the heebs and the jeebs. He was really looking forward to eavesdropping on Sam's inevitable conversation about psychic powers with you.

But Dean drew it on your cast nonetheless. Your protection had been stripped away, and he didn’t see a reason not to give it back to you.

And that wasn’t even mentioning whatever the hell happened when you shook hands. It felt embarrassing, somehow. Vulnerable, like whatever that energy was had shot through all his walls and shone a light on his insides. You’d seemed just as surprised as him and he didn’t like that one bit.

"Got him," Sam said suddenly from across the table, flipping the laptop around so Dean could see the feed - the camera at the back exit of the bar. A guy in a suit - the dead guy they had yet to get an autopsy report for - held you by one arm and shoved you into the alley, making you almost fall on your face. You weren’t reacting at all, just letting him push you around. He could see the shakes in your legs, though. Why weren’t you doing anything?

Then Dean saw the gun in his hand. Great.

"The place was packed, right?" Sam started, and Dean knew where he was going with this. "He must've gotten the drop in her."

Dean sighed, running a hand down his face. He should’ve gotten a drink when he could’ve. "Everybody in there was a hostage and the dumb bastards didn't even notice."

Sam just nodded. "I mean, it's smart. If she starts something, he can either play the victim or start shooting people."

He kicked Sam’s shin under the table. "Don't compliment the demon, Sam!"

"I'm not complimenting the demon!” He kicked back. “I'm just wondering how we would handle it. With all those people in danger."

Dean held his arms out in a ‘duh’ gesture. "Wait until you’re in a dark alley and then fuck him up when there’s no one he can hurt."

Sam hummed judgmentally at him.

"What?"

"This is from the bookstore’s footage." Sam turned the laptop around again to a different alley.

It started the same as before - the demon pushing you along. But after a second you elbowed the guy in the face, grabbing the gun from his belt in the same move. Before you could do more, he fisted a hand into your hair and shoved you against the brick wall. He made to punch you, but you ducked and kneed him in the balls, making the demon let go of you and double over. You grabbed his head and kneed him again, this time in the face. Three times, actually - Dean could see dark blood spatter onto the concrete below you.

And then you punched him in the stomach and ran, legs wobbling dangerously.

You made it all the way to the end of the alley. But the demon reached its hand out and you froze, entire body going stiff. You stood stock-still for a breath. Then your body jerked backward, flying through the air and landing you bodily against the demon's chest. He didn't look happy.

He dragged you out of frame.

"Looks like she thought so, too, Dean." Sam was wearing his bitchface.

What was his problem? Had he not slept again?

"What do you want me to say?" Dean aggressively opened a beer. "Oh, boo hoo, we're fucked if some bastard tries that? We fight, dude, even when the odds are shit. (Y/n) obviously thought so too."

Sam shrugged. "I was thinking more along the lines of ideas."

Dean groaned at his brother.

This fucking case.

--

It was later - much later, after you’d had bland hospital food and proved you could hold down meals. Callie had already pulled the tube from your throat, thank god. You’d gagged around it and thrown up on the floor, but she told you it was normal, to not worry about it, but you were embarrassed anyway, pulling the scratchy blankets over yourself and curling up as much as you could. You were able to keep the rest of the food down after that, though. You hid in your blanket cocoon as long as you could manage.

Screw the tube.

You were leaving in less than an hour, and would be in the back of your Mustang on your way to Bobby’s. Dr. Reyes was understandably concerned for your wounds, but you would rather leave now than risk Alioth finding you. If you needed to, you could check in to a new place in South Dakota. As long as it was away from here it didn’t matter.

Callie started changing your bandages one last time before you left, making sure you knew which wounds needed what kind of wrapping, that it would all be in the follow-up file they would send with you and on and on. You had to try stupidly hard to remember it all, but it was better than staying in this place, so you endured, partially comforted by the fact that it would all be written down.

Dr. Reyes had made it clear that ‘Someone’ (Alioth) had taken a torch to your soulmark. You’d been trying not to think about it while you waited for discharge, mindlessly playing the sudoku book Sam, who you liked almost instantly, brought by after lunch. He was smart and kind - and he offered to help you when you were out of the hospital, that he could stay in Bobby’s other spare room. Although, he did seem relieved when you let him know you wouldn’t need it. You had enough money to hire a nurse to come around once a day to help you change your bandages. Being psychic made you a very good poker player.

The worry about your soulmark was there all afternoon, though, despite the idle distractions you made for yourself.

You asked to look at it when Callie was changing the wrapping.

You know, like an idiot.

You could still feel it under the pain and numbness. It wasn’t so shallow a connection that it was dependent on the skin above it. It was in your soul, after all, and the mark was just the spiritual made physical. It wouldn’ matter if it was damaged. You would be fine.

You repeated that to yourself as the Callie brought you a hand mirror, and held it so you could see the left side of your ribcage.

You almost screamed.

Your entire soulmark was gone.

Completely. Gone.

All of it, replaced with a swath of discolored, grafted skin. The only bit left were thin, decorative wisps that barely brushed beyond the edges of your graft. But the important part - the name - the strange name written in a dead language that kept you waiting for miracles when there were none to be found - it was gone.

You fought against any tears that were forming and stubbornly tried to avoid your feelings. This was stupid. It was just a pretty word on your side, you shouldn’t be so upset. You could still feel the warm glow of your connection, you would be fine. But there was still a gaping sinkhole in your chest.

It was thirty seconds before a tidal wave of grief hit you.

You crumpled in on yourself with a shriek, whole body wracked with painful, painful sobs that shook your frame and made all the hurting ten times worse. It felt like a part of you had been ripped out and thrown in the trash. Like a part of your soul was torn out with a rusty ice cream scoop, leaving raw, torn edges. An empty, burning, ache rose in your chest and pushed out everything else, hollowing out your lungs and filling them up with a burning saltwater nebula.

There was a reason only serial killers went after soulmarks.

“It’s okay, honey, don’t you worry, okay? Marks are stubborn. Everything will be just fine in a few months, just you wait,” Callie shushed you through your snotty sobs and brought you tissues, trying her best to be reassuring as she hastily re-bandaged your side. “I’ve seen them regrow over scars, or somewhere else altogether, it’ll just take some time.”

But that hadn’t been the point.

Alioth wanted to hurt you and it had worked. It was violating and ruthless and it just felt so wrong to the core of your being.

You wanted to scream.

Instead, you did nothing at all, opting to stare at the ceiling and let yourself grow numb as Callie changed the rest of your bandages. The roaring sea subsided eventually, leaving nothing but fog in its wake. You were empty.

You didn’t ask to look at the rest of your grafts and cuts. The room was quiet against the background shuffle of the hospital. You didn’t say goodbye to Callie when she left.

You shut your eyes as tight as you could and returned to the cocoon of your blankets, eyes still burning with fresh tears.

I’m so sorry, Castiel.

Wherever you are.

A/N: I’m actually pretty proud of this story for once. I’m so excited to get to the good bits, we just have to get through the setup! So, let me know what you think so far! I’d love to hear some feedback. Anyone else out there a hoe for Dean Winchester? Cause I am! Who boy, and just wait until Cas shows up!

Until next time, thanks for reading!

[seashellrosekitty]

Crestfallen | Part Three

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female Reader (eventually), Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic)

Wordcount: 2k 

Plot: You’re new to Beacon Hills, grieving your parents’ death. Scott befriends you in Biology class.

Chapter Characters: Natalie Martin, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Coach Bobby Finstock, and Noah Stilinski; mentions of Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, and Vernon Boyd

Warning: Deep Angst. The reader’s character might come off as depressing to you. Real world AU - our beloved Alpha and Banshee are merely humans in this story.

A/N: First GIF isn’t mine. Got it from Google.

Part Two

It was almost November, roughly two months since I moved in with the Martins. Each day was getting colder. Gloomier. Lots of times I had thought about home. I thought about my friends Erica, Isaac, and Boyd. We weren’t the cool kids. And we certainly didn’t dream of being the cool kids. We were what you would consider invisible and happy with it. There weren’t defining cliques in our school. The four of us had our own world. And the one thing we all loved was Coldplay. 

Isaac and Boyd worked at the local mechanic shop after school. Their thing was cars and motorcycles, but just like Stiles and Scott, they also had lacrosse to fill their afternoons and weekends. Erica loved going Star Trek conventions and more often than she should, to the hair salon. I, on the other hand, loved the movies. From the classics like Casablanca to pop culture ones like Pitch Perfect, I watched them all. I adore them all. 

Sure, we had a common denominator. But we talked about lots of things. You know that kind of friendship that doesn’t need a reason to be together? That’s how we were. How we used to be. I missed them so much. But at this point in my life, I was not ready to face them. Is that weird? I missed them, but I didn’t wanna see them?

***

On the first week of the month, I didn’t know much about what was going on with me, but it sure got me to trouble. It was a dreading week in gym class and Coach Finstock was being a lot more annoying than usual. Such a loudmouth. He kept calling whoever was not as peppy as he was.

Unfortunately, I was one of those kids. Sometimes I mentally told him off, asking him what kind of teacher he is when he clearly lacks empathy or anything remotely close it. I mean, if a kid is less than energetic than other kids, what does that tell you?

I was getting annoyed by the way he kept snapping at me with his loud, phlegm-induced voice whenever he caught me just standing or sitting in a corner. No matter how loud he yelled me, he didn’t intimidate me at all. We had rock climbing and I didn’t want to participate. I was afraid of being up that wall, no matter how strong the harness was. There was no way I was going up.

“Y/L/N, everybody climbs! Now! Up you go!” He demanded. His voice was rough and loud, as always. I kept a straight face and didn’t move a foot. I already told him I didn’t want to go. I even explained how terrified I was of being up there. For some reason, his hostile temperament kept me calm no matter how I tried to explain and be firm with him.

I guess there was no way to reason with this guy. He turned his back on me when I thought I was still thinking, still trying to brace myself for that impossible climb, when I heard myself utter in my most sarcastic voice, “Up you go my ass.”

He turned around. He heard it. He heard me. Fuck.

“What was that young lady?” he threatened. My lips were sealed. But my eyes were screaming murder. “What? You’re mute all of a sudden?” He was chuckling now, enjoying this very moment of my embarrassment. Everybody was looking at us now. At me. I glared at everyone around us, looking at me. “Look, Y/L/N, I haven’t got all day. Detention. NOW.” I inhaled deeply and turned around. I could still feel my eyes murdering him. But somehow I was relieved for not having to climb that wall, but also just a tad bit worried about what Natalie would say. For sure, it was gonna be something I don’t wanna listen to.

I spent an hour in detention scribbling all sorts of profanity that I was screaming in my head. I drew trees. Lots of it. And they were all terrible ones. I’m no artist, that’s for sure. That whole hour, I realized how good Lydia and her friends were as students. They always had things coming and going. I think they were never in detention. I thought of them as my hand drew lines in my notebook.

Scott was getting mostly A’s in AP Biology. Two weeks ago, he started using big words like “ephemeral” in normal conversations. Everyday, he had a new word. I found it pretty funny, actually.

Meanwhile, Lydia got busy with her Math and Science clubs. There was an inter-school math olympiad competition coming up, and a science fair for middle schoolers that the high school Science club had organized. Stiles wasn’t academically competitive compared to the other two, but he devoted some of his free time helping out his dad at the police station. He’s so smart about detective stuff, I think he might join the police force in the future.

They’re such good kids. Sometimes I felt ashamed hanging out with them. Especially that Lydia is family. There’s always that thing. The chance to be compared to her. Anyway, I enjoyed detention. I was away from everybody. But as soon as the bell rang, my fun ended as well.

When Lydia and I got home, I rushed up to my room and buried my face to the bed. I felt like time was passing so fast that I could already picture Natalie’s face frowning at me. Judging me. The next thing I knew, Lydia was waking me up for dinner. I basically slept for two hours trying to escape this shithole I seem to have dug myself into.

I wasn’t wrong. I was bound to be confronted about my recent behaviors in school.

“I heard you were giving Coach Finstock a hard time today, Y/N,” Natalie began. I knew it. They pick up on trouble like fucking hound dogs. She didn’t even just call me to her office and waited ‘til all of us got home before she decided to do this talk. In front of the food. In front of my perfect cousin. I just looked at her as I picked on my food with my fork.

“He’s the one who gave me a hard time. I didn’t wanna climb.”

“How do you expect to be graded if you don’t participate in class? And speaking of which, Principal Thomas told me you’ve been skipping classes, too.” I didn’t say anything back. I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed when she herself was in school every day as well.

I also didn’t look at her. But I could already feel my face heating up. Lydia’s wide eyes were on me too, of course. She didn’t know I was in detention. If people’s bodies appeared literally the way they felt, then my head must be burning now.

“You better fix that attitude, Y/N,” Natalie commanded.

“OR WHAT? What are you gonna do, huh? Tell my parents?!” I don’t know why I said that but it just came out. My heartbeat was picking up and I wanted to scream at her. Instead, I stood up quickly before she could say anything back and rushed to my room and locked myself in there.

I badly wanted to run away. No. I wanted to disappear.

That night, Natalie tried to talk to me. She knocked a few times but my lights were already off and of course, I pretended to be asleep. The next morning on the ride to school, Lydia and I were silent as dead people in a graveyard. I was still cranky from the night before. I probably looked like I could kill someone with just a look in the eye.

***

Stiles and I agreed to meet after school for another History project. I asked him if we could go to his house this time. I didn’t want to come home early. I told Lydia I would be with Stiles. I guess she hated my guts so much that she didn’t even bother hanging out with her boyfriend for a while.

Our History project involved a lot of research and analysis for a thorough report and debate due the following week. Talk about making things complicated. Our discussion started at 5 PM and ended at around 8:30, when his dad had just arrived from the station, bringing us dinner. We were so into our discussion that we totally forgot about dinner.

An hour later, Sheriff Stilinski was already drowsy from drinking half a bottle of Jack while he studied cases from the station. He was talking to himself, trying to understand them. I watched Stiles get stressed over his dad. They would bicker just about anything, especially about food. At times, they forget I was around that they would exchange roles of being the parent and son in the room. Sometimes I found them amusing and sometimes I found things between them sad. A better term would be ‘bittersweet’. I never got to know this side of Stiles. I thought he was all sarcasm and jokes and the daily avoidance to face life’s shit. But here he was. Facing life’s shit daily.

He and his dad take care of each other. His mom passed away when he was young. Stiles had always made sure his dad ate well. Even though he allowed him to drink at night sometimes - just to soften a hard day’s work. Anticipating the day to come for another hardball to play was another thing, I guess. A drink, indeed, was necessary.

That night, Stiles caught his dad finishing a whole bag of fries from the takeouts. Of course, it was too late for anything except him scolding his dad about hypertension. After putting him to bed, he went downstairs mumbling, “People say it’s difficult to raise kids. But did they ever think of kids who try to raise their parents?” It was almost 9 PM and we just wanted to patch up a few details before calling it a night.

He offered to drive me home in exchange for finishing later than agreed. If I were to decide, I would say he needed the drive too. We were mostly quiet during the ride home. But I was comfortable with it. I wasn’t pressured to talk about anything. Stiles became someone so easy to be with. Perhaps that’s why, when he pulled over at the Martins’, I blurted out something that’s been in my head for a while.

“You’re lucky you still have your dad, Stiles,” I quietly said. He looked at me with the expression he’s never showed me before. I believe the word for it is ‘concern’. If not pity.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N,” he muttered. I guess it was ‘pity’ then. “I shouldn’t have complained. It just...gets really difficult sometimes.” It turns out, I judged him for pitying me. When did I become so snobby and judgmental?

“No. I’m sorry,” I insisted. “I didn’t mean for you to compare your life to mine. I’m just...I know I’d do the same if I were in your shoes. It’s not like we have a choice, right?”

He looked at me in the eyes almost without blinking. I could tell he was thinking of what he wanted to say to me. But instead, he gave me that sad smile I’ve been seeing everywhere - from almost everyone I spoke to. I didn’t resent him for that. His mom died too. I can’t imagine growing up without my mom. And he did. And he became this really strong person he probably doesn’t even know he is. Since then, I never looked at Stiles the same way. He was a responsible kid, no matter how strongly he wore that clown facade. He has earned my respect that night.

If one of my parents were still alive, I would do what Stiles does. I’ll make sure they live longer than they expect themselves to.

Part Four

@bojabee @jurrasicpork @thejourneyofabrokenheart @sav625 @kim-hunter5 @seninjakitey

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Character List and Rules

RULES: 

I don’t write smut, abuse, self-harm, or suicide. I do NOT write yandere. I do not write gore or major character death.

Nor do I write cheating. 

Also, MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THE LIST BEFORE REQUESTING. If you request a fic for someone who is not on the list, I’m not writing a fic for you. Sorry. Follow the rules or request from someone else.

I ONLY write Reader-Insert fics and Headcanons. I do NOT write ships!!!

I do NOT write the reader with a specific body type specified. Ex: Skinny reader, chubby reader, etc.

I do not write in the first person, only second or third person. I do not write from any character’s POV. 

TIPS:

I DO write poly fics: [character] x reader x [character]

Be sure to specify what gender you’d like reader to be in your fic. Gender neutral is an option! This is also an LGBTQ+ safe space, so feel free to ask for m/m or w/w.

When requesting, it helps me if you give a basic premise, but not TOO much detail. If you just ask for a character without a scenario, sometimes I can think of something, but sometimes I can’t. 

I don’t ever give Y/N a name other than Y/N unless it’s a nickname or a title of some kind. 

Note: List has been sorted alphabetically by first name (because some characters don’t have a last name).

The List

Most Recently Updated: 12/9/2023

New Characters:

 Nebula (Guardians of the Galaxy)**

Adam Warlock (Guardians of the Galaxy)*

Barbie (Barbie)*

Ken (Barbie)

Simon (Dungeons and Dragons)*

Edgin ( Dungeons and Dragons)

Doric (Dungeons and Dragons)

Xenk (Dungeons and Dragons)

Holga (Dungeons and Dragons)**

Oliver (Love at First Sight)***

Chad Meeks-Martin (Scream)**

Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream)*

Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle)*

Sanji (Live-Action One Piece)***

Zoro (Live-Action One Piece)***

Nami (Live-Action One Piece)

Usopp (Live-Action One Piece)*

Luffy (Live-Action One Piece)

Laszlo Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows)*

Nadja Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows)**

 **Baldur’s Gate 3 Characters Coming Soon**

  Key:

Characters that are marked with a * are characters I’m especially interested in writing for. More * denote more interest.

 Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man (Suicide Squad)**

Agatha Harkness (WandaVision)**

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)*

Aidan (Barbie: Magic of the Pegasus)*

Aladdin (Aladdin)

A-Lan (Zombies)**

Alex (Jumanji)*

Alex Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Alex Summers/Havok (X-Men)*

Aquaman (Justice League)**

Archer Reynolds (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)

Archie Hopper (Once Upon a Time)**

Argyle (Stranger Things)*

Arya Miller (Recensere)

A-Spen (Zombies)

August (Once Upon a Time)

Axel (Kingdom Hearts)***

Beast Boy (Teen Titans)***

Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Ben Grimm (Fantastic Four)**

Ben Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)***

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)

Benjamin Kim (O Positive)***

Benny (Ella Enchanted)

Benny Weir (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)**

Bernard the Elf (The Santa Clause)***

Bethany (Jumanji)

Bill Weasley (Harry Potter)

Bobby Drake (X-Men)

Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)**

Brian Martin (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Bruce Banner (The Avengers) 

Brynjolf (Skyrim)*

Bucky Barnes (The Avengers)

Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians)*

Caleb Vatore (The Sims 4)**

Carlos (Disney Descendants)

Carlos Garcia (Big Time Rush)

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries)

Champ (Goosebumps)**

Charles Xavier (X-Men)

Cisco Ramon (The Flash)**

Clark Kent (DCEU)*

Clawd Wolf (Monster High)*

Cleo Sertori (H2O)

Clint Barton (The Avengers)

Colossus (Deadpool)

Connor Kent (Young Justice)*

Cyborg (Justice League)**

Cyborg (Teen Titans)***

Daisy Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)***

Daphne (Scooby-Doo)*

Dave Lizewski (Kick-Ass)**

David Bowen (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Dexter (Fusionfall)

Diana Prince (Justice League)**

Diaval (Maleficent)*

Dick Grayson (Young Justice)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Digger Harkness (Suicide Squad)**

Doug (Disney Descendants)***

Drake (Star-Crossed)***

Drax the Destroyer (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Druig (MCU)***

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)***

Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)**

Elizabeth Bloodmere (O Positive)***

Ella (Ella Enchanted)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)**

Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time)

Emmet Cullen (Twilight)*

Erica (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men)

Ethan Morgan (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Evelyn Jackson-Alexander (The Invitation)**

Evie (Disney Descendants)*

Faiya (Recensere)***

Farkas (Skyrim)*

Felix (Once Upon a Time)***

Finn (Star Wars)***

Finnigan O’Floinn (Recensere)***

Fiyero (Wicked)

Flower (Ghosts US)

Fred (Big Hero 6)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)*

Fridge (Jumanji)

Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

Gally (The Maze Runner)*

Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Genie (Aladdin)

George Weasley (Harry Potter)***

Gil (Disney Descendants)**

Gilgamesh (MCU)*

Ginger Williams (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse)

Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)*

Haku (Spirited Away)**

Hank McCoy/Beast (X-Men)***

Harley Quinn (DCEU)*

Harry Hook (Disney Descendants) 

Hellboy (Hellboy)

Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)* 

Henry Smith (Recensere)***

Hetty Woodstone (Ghosts US)*

Holt Hyde (Monster High)**

Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6)*

Humphrey Bone (Ghosts UK)*

Jack Ellis (O Positive)***

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)* 

James Diamond (Big Time Rush)***

James Proudstar/Warpath (X-Men: Days of Future Past)**

Jasmine (Aladdin)

Jay (Disney Descendants)**

Jean Grey (X-Men)

Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)**

Jefferson Jackson (Legends of Tomorrow)

Jemma Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

John Allerdyce (X-Men)

John Proudstar/Thunderbird (The Gifted) ***

Johnathan Byers (Stranger Things)

Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

Jubilee (X-Men)

Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)

Katherine Pierce ( The Vampire Diaries)

Kendall Knight (Big Time Rush)**

Kevin Levin (Ben 10 Alien Force)***

Kili (The Hobbit)***

Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Once Upon a Time)**

Kingo (MCU)*

Kitty Pryde (X-Men)

Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)*

Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)***

Lagoona Blue (Monster High)

Legolas (Lord of the Rings)

Leopold Fitz (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Linden (Barbie Fairytopia: Magic of the Rainbow)

Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush)*

Loki (MCU)

Lorna Dane/Polaris (The Gifted)*

Lucy Billington ( The Invitation)**

Lucy Stone (Big Time Rush)

Luke (Halloweentown)***

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)*

Luther Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Makkari (MCU)**

Mal (Disney Descendants)

Mantis (MCU)

Marc Spector (Moon Knight)*

Marcurio (Skyrim)

Marnie Cromwell (Halloweentown)**

Martha (Jumanji)

Marty McFly (Back to the Future)***

Mason Greyback (Wizards of Waverly Place)***

Melinda May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Mia Crane (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Minho (The Maze Runner)

MJ (MCU) 

Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)*

Moss (Recensere)***

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)*

Natalia Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Natasha Romanov (The Avengers)

Ned (MCU)*

Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Deadpool)*

Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter)

Newt (The Maze Runner)

Nod (Epic)***

Octavius (Night at the Museum)

Oliver Wood (Harry Potter)

Onmund (Skyrim)**

Ororo Munroe (X-Men)

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson; Logan Lerman only)

Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Peter Pan (Once Upon a Time)**

Peter Parker (MCU; Andrew and Tom)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia)

Phastos (MCU)*

Phil Coulson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers: Age of Ultron)***

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)**

Pre-Serum Steve Rogers (Captain America: The First Avenger)* 

Prince Adam/Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Prince Nalu (Barbie Mermaidia)

Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)***

R (Warm Bodies)

Raven (Teen Titans)***

Reed Richards (Fantastic Four)

Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time)***

Rey (Star Wars)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)*

Riku (Kingdom Hearts)***

Robin (Stranger Things)

Robin (Teen Titans)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) 

Rogue (X-Men)

Roman (Star-Crossed)***

Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)*

Sam Wilson (MCU)

Sarah (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Sasappis (Ghosts US)**

Scott Lang (The Avengers)

Scott Summers/Cyclops (X-Men)*

Serana (Skyrim)***

Sersi (MCU)

Seth Clearwater (Twilight)***

Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)***

Shang-Chi/Shaun (MCU)***

Shuri (Black Panther)

Slannen the Elf (Ella Enchanted)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts)*

Spark (Pokemon Go)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)*** Steve Rogers (MCU)**

Steven Grant (Moon Knight)***

Summer Laurence (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

T’Challa (MCU)

Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6)*

Tanya (Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again)

Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus)* 

The Nutcracker/Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)*

Thena (MCU)*

Thomas Thorne (Ghosts UK)**

Thor (MCU)

Thorfinn (Ghosts US)***

Trevor Lefkowitz (Ghosts US)*

Tumnus (Narnia)

TVA!Loki (Loki)**

Tyson (Percy Jackson Movieverse)* 

Uma (Disney Descendants)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Velma (Scooby-Doo)*

Viktor Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Viktor Krum (Harry Potter)**

Viktoria Clopstock (The Invitation)**

Vilkas (Skyrim)

Vision (MCU)**

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Deadpool)

Walter De Ville (The Invitation)***

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)***

Warren Peace (Sky High) *

Warren Worthington III/Angel (X-Men)***

Wasabi (Big Hero 6)**

Willa Lykensen (Zombies)*

Wyatt Lykensen (Zombies)***

Xialing (MCU)*

Xion (Kingdom Hearts)

Yelena Belova (Black Widow)**

Zack (Goosebumps)*

Zed Necrodopolis (Zombies)**

[feelvngsarchive-blog]

this is a reference list of character info just while the directory is under construction && so i can have it to reference just incase something like this ever happens again (i’m praying that it doesn’t because fuck me this is a lot lol.)

a

angel mok - 22. grifter. 5′9. seoul. reaper. male. (fc: kim yukwon - ukwon) antony no - 28. hs art teacher. 6′0″. california. male. (fc: lee dongwook) astrid gyeon - 18. idol. 5′6″. barcelona. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: moon gayoung) atlas johnson - 24. student. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: shin hyunsoo) august monday - 28. producer & manager. 5′11″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim minjun - jun k)

b

basil reyes - 21. actor && rapper. 5′9″. california. dezmond. male. (kim jiwon - bobby) beckett seo - 24. hs teacher. 5′10″. arcadia. male. (fc: kang daesung) beluga kahn - 19. lyricist & solo artist. 5′8″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim byungjoo - bjoo) benjamin monroe - 32. car mechanic. 6′1″. reaper. keene. male. (fc: charlie hunnam) blume ahn - 27. model & choreographer. 5′7″. california. graylynn. female. (fc: lee gukjoo) boaz woodward - 18. retail. 5′8″. arcadia. male. (fc: booboo stewart) brees seomun - 23. idol. 5′9″. seoul. male. (fc: kim sangbae - moos) bryn feng - 22. director producer. 5′6″. hong kong. dezmond. production. (fc: amber liu) bunnie kahn - 21. hair stylist. 5′6″ seoul. production. female. (fc: lee hyeri)

c

calliope nae - 19. idol. 5′6″. hong kong. midnight peach. dezmond. (fc: chae soobin) carson moreno - 23. athlete. 5′5″. salem. dezmond. lunatic mafia. female. (fc: lindsey morgan) carter janggok - 22. grad student. 5′11″. vortex. quebec. male. (fc: kim himchan) carver yong - 24. bouncer. 5′11. keene. male. (fc: son hyunwoo - shownu) caspar manchester - 19. student. 6′1″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim mingyu) caspian tokko - 24. idol. 6′0″. tokyo. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: bang yongguk) charlie weasley - 24. zoologist (dragons lol). 5′10″. romania. male. (fc: richard madden) cierra reyes - 18. drummer. 5′3″. california. female. (fc: melanie martinez) cinder moore - 19. student. 5′6″. vortex. canada. chuchoter. female. (fc: kiana lede brown) cloud janggok - 23. photographer. 6′11″. georgia. male. (fc: park chanyeol) colby hu - 22. youtuber. 5′9″. seoul. dcvine. male. (fc: jackson wang) comet gyeon - 19. waiter. 5′10″. barcelona. male. (fc: kim juhyeon - buffy) cosima minh - 19. personal assistant. 5′4″. california. dezmond. female. (fc: jennie kim) crane myo - 25. baker. 5′9″. salem. male. (fc: lee hongki) “Crash” nash - 21. mechanic. 5′10. reaper. keene. male. (fc: landon liboiron) cynthia brandon - 19 (106). pickpocket. 5′1″. salem. female. (fc: emily browning)

d

delaney kron - 22. student. 5′8″. salem. female. (fc: adele exarchopoulos) delilah minh - 23. wedding planner. 5′4″. barcelona. female. (fc: park sunyoung - luna) diesel connelly - 24. landscaping. 5′7″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: lee kikwang) domino dongbang - 19. barista. 5′8″. salem. male. (cc: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul - ten) draven beom - 22. student. 5′10″. new york. lunatic. reaper. male. (fc: nam taehyun)

e

elie dongbang - 23. librarian. 5′7″. new york. lunatic mafia. male. (fc: henry lau) elise dongbang - 23. housekeeping. 5′7″. new york. female. (fc: pyo hyemi) emma sabina - 20. hostess. 5′7″. new york. female. (fc: kelsey chow) enzo beom - 23. special effects tech. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: woo jiho - zico) eric yorkie - 20. student. 5′8″. new york. male. (fc: kim jumyeon - suho)

f

fleur denali - 19. model. 5′2″. quebec. chuchoter. female. (fc: carlson young) “frankie” namgung - 17. youtuber. 53″. charleston. dcvine. female. (fc: choi yewon - arin) “fox” weasley - 18. athlete / it girl (the roxxies). 5′7″. britain. female. (fc: kiersey clemons) frost gye - 18. student. 5′10″. charleston. male. (fc: yoon jeonghan)

g

ghost park - 23. bookstore manager. 5′11″. new york. male. (fc: yook sungjae) gossip myo - 27. grifter. 5′9″. salem. male. (fc: kwon jiyong - gdragon) grant mcneil - 20. athlete. 6′0″. britain. male. (fc: lim sejun) griff moore - 24. security/bodyguard. 6′1″. salem. graylynn. male. (fc: don benjamin) gun baek - 20. childcare worker. 5′10″. keene. male. (fc: kim taehyung - v)

h

hikaru hattori - 19. student. 5′9″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: yuta namamoto) hippo park - 19. student. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: seo kangjoon) hudson manchester - 33. police. 6′2″. new york. male. (fc: shin sungrok) hyeja mae - 16. idol. 5′3″. barcelona. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: kim yoojung) hyeonsoo chu - 26. model & actor. 6′2″. california. dezmond. male. (fc: kim woobin)

i

indigo gyeon - 18. student. 5′10″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim minhyuk)

j

jack pahlavi - 22. journalist. 6′0″. australia. male. (fc: samuel larsen) jaesung lee - 26. photographer. 6′0″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: choi seunghyun - TOP) james namgung - 21. trainee. 5′10″. salem. graylynn. male. ( fc: park jinyoung) jett pyeong - 19. student. 5′10″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: choi seungcheol - s. coups) joel flint - 24. choreographer (coach). 5′11″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: choi minho) jolene augustine - 20. student. 5′2″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: jessica parker kennedy) jungsu ji - 21. idol. 5′10″. california. midnight galacy. graylynn. male. (fc: kim seokjin - jin)

k

kieran nae - 24. prep cool. 5′11″. hong kong. male. (fc: lee jaehwan - ken) kiki kobayashi - 18. delivery girl (bakery). 5′6″. salem. female. (fc: nana komatsu) king mae - 25. photographer. 5′10″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: jo wonjun - onejunn) kokoro ishikawa - 22. idol. 5′4″. tokyo. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: hayley kiyoko) kyoya arakawa - 21. student. 5′8″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: adachi yuto)

l

lark yong - 25. bank teller. 6′0″. georgia. lunatic mafia. male. (fc: kang haneul) laura hale - 27. night club waitress. 5′5″. california. female. (fc: emeraude toubia.) leilani monday - 18. student. 5′2″. california. dezmond. female. (fc: kim dahyun) lilac janggok - 19. student. 5′6″. california. female. (fc: yoo jeongyeon) lucy abascia - 21. actress & reality star. 5′4″. new york. production. female. (fc: kim jisoo) lyle namgung - 19. idol. 5′10″. charleston. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: lee minhyuk)

m

mauro garcia - 24.  fùtbol player. 6′1″. barcelona. male. (fc: santiago segura) mercy ji - 22. waitress. 5′5″. keene. reaper. female. (fc: kim yerim - lim kim) minho lee (jr.) - 28. detective. 5′10″. new york. male. (fc: lee joongki) minjae tak - 20. student. 5′10″. california. male. (fc: kim hanbin - B.I) minnie kahn - 22. nail technician. 5′6″. seoul. female. production. (fc: na haeryung) mitchie reyes - 19. actress & model. 5′1″. seoul. graylynn. female. (fc: cierra ramirez) “mori” kobayashi - 22. student. 6′0″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: fukushi sota)

n

nari lee - 24. research assistant. 5′5″. new york. female. (fc: jin seyeon) “naughty” ahn - 22. ulzzang. 5′4″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: kim eunmi - grace)

o

olivia jegal - 21. model (cam girl). 5′7″. california. graylynn. female. otto maeng - 20. mechanic. student. 5′10″. california. male. (fc: jung hoseok - jhope)

p

paine sagong - 25. model. 5′11″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim kibum - key) persephone ahn - 24. guitarist. 5′0″. california. female. (park hye min - pony) pike tak - 34. history teacher. 5′11″. california. male. (fc: kim jisuk) piper seomun - 23. youtuber. 5′4″. seoul. female. (kim yongsun - solar) pluto solar - 18. student. 6′1″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim jisoo) priscilla song - 24. bartender. 5′5″. keene. reaper. female. (fc: kim hyuna)

q

quinn jegal - 18. student. 5′9″. charleston. male. (fc: im changkyun - I.M)

r

raelyn ji - 17. student. 5′3″. keene. female. (fc : son chaeyoung) remi gil - 17. student. 5′1″. quebec. chuchoter. female. (fc: lee hayi - lee hi) rocket woodward - 18. waiter. 5′8″. arcadia. male. (fc: booboo stewart) “ronnie” lim - 24. model (Escort). 5′6″. new york. reaper. female. (fc: kiko mizuhara) roux miller - 19. student. 5′3″. georgia. lunatic mafia. female. (fc: bex taylor klaus) rowen gil - 23. model. 5′5″.quebec. vortex. female. (fc: park bom) roxanne augustine - 18. rapper / it girl (the roxxies). 5′4″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: karla crome) royal jeon - 24. journalist. 5′8″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: park sungjoon - sunjun)

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sadie mae ji - 25. porn actress. 5′7″. california. female. (fc: yang dasom - som) sage pyeong - 19. indie music artist. 5′5″. california. male. (Fc: kim jinhwan) samuel leekpai - 19. youtuber. 5′9″. quebec. vortex. dcvine. (fc: kunpimook bhuwakul - bambam) sarang park - 17. student. 5′5″. new york. female. (fc: hur/heo youngji) sawyer miller - 25. composer. 5′11″. georgia. graylynn. male. (fc: cha hakyeon - N) shea abascia - 19. student. 5′6″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: ham saebyeol) skip jegal - 27. tattoo artist. 5′7″. california. male. (fc: park jaebeom - jay park) soloman lim - 26. model (ulzzang). 5′7″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: lee jinki - onew) spade bing - 22. model. 5′9″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: lee suwoong) steele connelly - 23. mechanic. 6′0″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: huang zitao - tao) sungjoon lee - 28. manager (gunman). 6′0″. arcadia. reaper. male. (fc: choi seungyun - TOP) sweeney ji - 17. student & singer. 5′3″. georgia. male. (fc: lee chanhyuk) sydney clery - 25. bartender & store clerk. 5′4″. new york. female. (fc: emmy rossum)

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tad sah - 18. idol. 5′9″. australia. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: park minhyuk - rocky) tahj song - 21. cashier. 5′10″. charleston. male. (fc: park hyun ho - seogoong - I’M) “teddy” ji - 19. barista. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: park jaehyung - jae) tesla yong - 22. waitress, 5′6″. keene. female. (fc: kim heejung)

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vincent sip - 23. bar owner. 5′11″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: song minho - mino)

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yeni no - 22. bank teller. 5′5″. georgia. female. (fc: park so dam) yeti tokko - 28. tattoo artist. 5′10″. seoul. male. (fc: jung kiseok - simon dominic)

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ziggy reyes - 24. exotic dancer. 5′2″. australia. female. (fc: zoe kravitz)