#pov: i woke up to my mom cleaning & drinking

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My sick little baby (a mini read)

Finally finished this, been sitting in my draft for about a year and a half tbh:( When reader gets sick and and anddd she’s super subby and eren is soo daddy (fave eren) and just wanna baby her :) Sweet 🧁 (not proof read mb lol I’ll edit later)

When y/n got home from school she didn’t feel the best but she still pushed herself to clean up a little and make dinner for her husband Eren before he gets home from work, but when she woke up the next morning her head was pounding and her stomach was dropped when she sat up and the next thing she knew she was up and running to the bathroom and leaning into the toilet letting the rest of last nights dinner out. When she was done her eyes were watering and she was dizzy as she walked back to her bed.

She pouted when she realized her husband had already left for work and laid on his side of the bed. It was not long before tears was streaming down her face because she hated being sick especially when her daddy wasn’t there with her. She grabbed her phone from the other side of the bed and called him. She was in no shape to take care of herself and she knew it. It rang twice before his smooth voice hit her ears. “Wassup baby?”

“Papa…I don’t feel good.” Her lip quivered and her voice cracked feeling her stomach cramp up. “baby what’s the matter?” He cooed stopping his hand movement from writing on his paper now feeling worried for his little princess.

“Can you come home? I think I have the flu.” She whined, wishing he was home already to make her feel better. “You did feel hot when I was in bed with you this morning…you need daddy to come home to take care of you?”

“Yes please I need you, I already throw up and I feel so weak..” she whispered. That was all she needed to say before he was packing his suitcase up and headed to his car to get to his beloved wife.

When he got home he found her curled on the couch wrapped in her pink and white fluffy blanket watching finding Nemo. When he sat his keys down her head popped up he could tell what kind of mood she was in with the pout on her lips, his subby whiny baby.

“Oh my poor babyy.” Eren cooed picking her up bridle style sitting her on his lap. Her bottom lip wobbled and she grabbed on to him tightly. “My princess doesn’t feel good?” She shook her head cuddling his neck. “Have you eaten yet?” She let out a quiet no in the sweetest voice and it melted Erens heart. He sat her back down and headed to the kitchen looking around for something to give her to eat then his mom’s chicken noodle soup recipe popped up in his head. Whenever eren was sick as a kid she would make him chicken noodle soup and crackers and it alway made him feel better..So he got to it, it was a easy and quick recipe and it took no longer than 15 minutes, He also made a her a cup of liquid iv in her pink and white teddy bear water bottle.

Erens pov—

“Here drink this princess…” I shook her awake and gave her the cup, her shaky hands reached out to grab it. My baby was so weak it broke my heart, she was mostly dehydrated from barely drinking or eating for the whole morning. I put my hand on her forehead and she was burning up, i cringed a fever was a good sign because I knew that her body was fighting off whatever it was but I definitely needed to check her temperature.

I went and got the thermometer and her medicine, soon as she saw me coming with the bubblegum pink bottle of liquid she whined loudly, being very overly dramatic. She hated taking medicine with a passion but of course I wasn’t going to just let her sit there with a runny nose and a headache and not do anything.

I poured her a big tablespoon of the medication and lifted it to her mouth, her lips sat in a pout.

I sighed, “baby please open up, it’s gonna make you feel better, promise.” She shook her head no, she was in no way ever a bad girl but as soon as she got sick she was very testy with me.

I hated to get stern with her at a time like this, her eyes glossy and lips pouted so prettily on her face.

“Open, now I’m not going to say it again.” I tilted her head up with my two fingers.

“But pap—“ soon as she opened her mouth I shoved the spoon in her mouth, her little dramatic ass gagged as she swallowed it down, scrunched up face like she just teated the most foul thing in the world. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

“This will make you feel better promise, now let’s get some food in you.” She whined and rubbed her stomach.

“My tummy hurts I don’t wanna’ papa” she whimpered but of course she still ate, because no way was I about to let her go all day without eating or drinking. She drank half her cup of water and was all ready feeling a little better.

I grabbed her and carried her up stairs to our bathroom to run her a hot bath.

My bath was a jet tub so when I poured some of her favorite bubble bath there was more bubbles than water at this point, I made the water hot because she normally liked to be boiled alive every time she takes a bath or shower.

“I just wanna lay down..” I turned around to see her standing in the bathroom door way, her teddy bear in hand.

“I know but you’re sweaty baby, C’mere.” When her head touched my chest her whole body went limp and supported its-self against me.

“Let’s get you outta these clothes” I mumble, tossing her shirt to the other side of the bathroom, into her hamper. I lifted her up and placed her in the tub. I smile, Her aching body begins to loosen up from the warm water, her chunky little cheeks squashed from pressing them against the cold edge of the tub finally feeling like she’s able to relax she lies her head down on the edge of the tub, whimpering every time I gently message her scalp. Her once fresh braids now a bit frizzed for tossing and turning on my cotton pillow case without her silk hello kitty bonnet.

“You feel good baby?” I smile, she nods her head only before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I grabbed her bath rag and wiped her runny nose gently trying to not irritate it more than it already was, red and raw from blowing it all day. I wash her body, starting from face to chest, to her bottom half to her feet, trying not wake her.

I grabbed her towel and carry her, her legs dangling at my side secured with my hands interlocking under her butt. She let a huffed breath, coddling her face into my neck.

I putt lotion on her whole body, head to toe. I placed my shirt that looked like a dress, stopping mid thigh to her.

“Papa?” I heard softly, looking up from sliding her panties on. Her big brown eyes filling with tears. Worried, I moved up to her face and wiped them with my thumb stroking her face. Her skin so soft and clean

“What’s the matter pumpkin?”

“I..I love you so much, you’re the best husband I could have ever asked for, you take such good care of me.” She cried her lip wobbling, my poor baby was always so emotional whenever she was sick.

“I know baby, I know, I love you and I’ll always take care of you. Through sickness and health till death do us part baby I mean it.” I grin seeing a giggle creep through her pouty face.

“You’re so corny.” She smiled, for the first time today.

“I know as long as I get to see that beautiful I’ll say whatever.” I mumble kissing her lips softly.

“You feel better?” She nodded closing her eyes briefly before answering me with a quiet yes. “M’ sleepy ..”

“Yeah? Alright let’s go to sleep.” I pulled her to the top of the bed and wrapped my arms around her, her arms tucked between us both, while her head rests in my chest.

My sick little baby .. I thought before kissing her on the forehead and drifting off to sleep myself

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Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader

~A Blinkless Gaze~

Part three

(Song: Take it away by The Used)

This time I woke up to mom tapping me. "Okok im up I'm up" I said forcing myself to sit up and stretch. I sighed and got ready, doing the normal stuff. Eventually it was time to go again. We got there, mom talked to Jan, and we went to a different room this time. "Mom where are we?" I asked. "We're early so Hal has to wake our patient." Oh. I leaned against the wall as we waited. Suddenly the door opened. "Cmon now" I heard Hal say. "Shut the hell up." I heard Jeff reply sounding angry. I moved to stand next to mom. "I don't know why the hell-" Jeff's eyes met mine again. He cocked his head to the side. I held back a giggle and just smiled. He smiled back. Well ok, he was already smiling, but he smiled with his mouth. My eyes nervously flickered to mom to see if she saw what happened. I couldn't tell. All four of us made our way to the rec room, and we sat down. Mom was talking Hal's leg off. I looked at Jeff. He was already staring at me. Now we just stared at each other. I made a stupid face as a joke. He made one back. I giggled silently. So did he. We were just smiling at each other. Mom walked off somewhere. I didn't mind though. I took it as an opportunity to speak to Jeff. "Hi." I said. "How're you" he responded. "I'm good, and you?" He bobbed his head side to side rolling his eyes. "I could be doing funner things.. I'd love to stick my knife into his head he's so dumb." I just stared, not knowing how to respond. Well he is a serial killer. He started laughing. "What's funny?" I asked. "Your face." I smiled. Mom and Hal walked over. "What're y'all laughing about." Mom asked looking at me specifically, none too amused. "Jeff said a funny joke." I said looking to Jeff. He was still smiling. "Well what was it?" Hal asked. "Wanna hear a dirty joke? A boy fell in a mud puddle." Jeff said. I just giggled. The day dragged on, except I talked to Jeff a little more often throughout the day, even with mom near. I could kinda feel this pull in my chest at Jeff and I liked it. We made small talk all day. At lunch we talked about our favorite foods, music, and hobbies. (Besides killing). Then it was time to go home. "Bye Jeff." I said. "Peace" he said. Me and mom made our way to the car. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's dangerous and you need to stop." Mom said sounding urgent. "What're you talking about?" She gave me the mom glare. I dropped the subject. We got home and, I ate my favorite food and went to sleep. The next day I slept in, as it was mom's day off. I woke up and went to go get some food. "Y/n get dressed there's someone I'd like you to meet." "Who?" I asked, mouthful of food. "You'll see." She said smiling. I went and got presentable. There was I knock at the door. "I'll get it" mom said. She opened the door for a man, about her age. He looked a little dodgy to me. But what do I know. "This is my boyfriend John, he'll be living with us." What the hell i just met him. Whatever. "Hi." I said forcing a smile. "Hello." He said.

3rd person

In a matter of weeks his true colors showed, drinking yelling, cussing etc.

Y/N's pov

I knew something was up with that loser, I should've said something. I thought bitterly as I cleaned the kitchen. Mom got back from the store. John was asleep on the couch. "Hi y/n" "hi" I said frowning. Suddenly mom whispered close to my ear. "It's only to help with the bills." I looked confused. She pointed to john's drunk ass. "Oh" I said. The next day it was finally time to go to the hospital again. I was excited to see Jeff again. Then I came to a horrifying realization. I like him. Mom can't figure it out. We made our way to the rec room again I looked for Jeff and found him. Mom chatted it up with another nurse. Nobody was looking so I went over to Jeff. "Hi" I said eagerly. "Where've you been?" He asked. "Mom was off yesterday." He cocked his head to the side. "You look tired. What happened." I didn't have anyone to tell so why not tell Jeff. I told Jeff everything about john and how terrible he was. "That can be fixed." He said. "What?" "Nothing" uhm ok. "So how're you?" I asked . "Same basic shit." He said. we stared at each other. That's what we do when we don't know what to talk about. We did that a lot today. Time to go rolled around. I don't wanna go home. "Bye, Jeff." I said. He reached his arms up like he was gonna hug me, but the chains stopped him. Hal and mom looked at him crazy. "Bye." I hugged him. It felt amazing. I didn't wanna let go. But I had to. I went home and the usual happened. John had his dickhead friends over. And mom served them. I was thinking about Jeff. I wanted him close to me forever. I fell asleep thinking about how I hugged him.

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Otis’s POV:

I woke up today already in a shit mood. There was so much to get done and not nearly enough time to do it all. And of course, Baby was no help. She had Mama wrapped around her little finger and never had to lift said fingers to help. I grumbled under my breath as I greeted them in the kitchen.

“Somebodies grumpy” she commented.

I glared at her, taking the cap off the milk and taking a sip. She scrunched her nose.

“You know other people use that.” Mama commented.

“I bought the damn milk Mama, I’m gonna drink it!” I snapped.

She raised a brow at me, rolling up the frilly sleeve of her frufru dress robe. It looked so out of place in our run down piece of shit house. But that’s just how she was, extravagant beyond our means. And who was I to crush mothers happiness. I sighed.

“You look nice today Mama.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere boy, use a glass next time.”

“Yes Ma.”

“Good. Spaulding needs some help down at the store today, Baby and I will handle the house.”

I gave her a curt nod, pulling a glass from the cabinet and pouring the milk. I grabbed a banana from the counter and made my way out of the kitchen. I new better than to think they’d actually get anything done here. I could clean up later. I used my keys to unlock the back door of the store and make my way inside.

“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Spaulding commented. “You look worse than roadkill Otis.”

I growled.

“Says the clown.” I spat back.

He just grinned that stupid grin he always had.

“The house is a nightmare.” I explained.

“Baby getting into her arts and crafts projects again?” He asked.

“If by arts and crafts you mean leaving half ass projects on every surface in the house, then yes.”

He cackled.

“I swear that girl needs something to channel her energy, she’s like an over active chihuahua.”

I chuckled.

“Damn ankle biters. You think we’ll get any guest today?”

He shrugged. Absentmindedly adjusting things in our little gas station, gift shop combo. It was a studious business venture really, but the little trinkets made Mama happy, so we sold em anyway.

“I hope so, this town is dryer then your moms vagina.”

I rolled my eyes. He talked a lot of shit for a man that slept in her bed every night.

“Yet you stay.” I commented.

“That I do Boy, that I do…”

The first few hours of the day were entirely uneventful. Ain’t shit ever happen in this desolate town. But as luck would happen, some van finally pulled into the gas station.

“Look alive boy, we got us some tourist.” He smirked.

I watched as he walked outside, greeting the driver. In our state it’s illegal for customers to pump their own gas. Dumb as shit law of you ask me. But I guess it makes sense, these shit for brains hippies couldn’t work their way through a corn maze with a map. Probably didn’t even know how to use the damn pump. I laughed to myself.

The guy looked pretty average, some sort of jock type. Wearing tight shirts to show off his muscles, and I couldn’t decide if it was a scare tactic, or a way to get the ladies. Either way I wasn’t impressed. Next hopped out a cute little thing, her blond hair in a messy ponytail and her shorts entirely too short. I watched as she ran her hands along his bicep as he spoke with Spaulding. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, and honestly I didn’t much care. It wouldn’t matter by the end of the day, they wouldn’t be getting back in that van anyways.

I pretended to busy myself with random things, until I heard the bell from the front door chime. Seems Spaulding sent them in for some snacks. There was a shorter boy who looked like a damned greaser from one of those 50’s movies Baby liked to watch. He had enough gel in his hair to drown a baby in. He had his arm wrapped around a brunette, who unlike her other friend, had barely any skin showing. Damn city kids.

And lastly there was some kid with them. Their appearance struck me as odd right away. There hair was wild and unruly, almost as if it had never been brushed. I could see the knots from here. Their clothes were I’ll fitted too, shirt devouring their entire form, and shoes so warn you could see their socks through the little holes. I frowned, but quickly rid myself of the emotion.

I kept quiet behind the desk as they looked around, not really wanting to offer my “help”. Baby was much better at pretending to be friendly. I looked up when something was slammed on the counter in front of me. A six pack of beer and some chips. I looked down at it before meeting his eyes.

“Anything else?” I gritted in disgust.

“Gotta any good smokes?” He asked.

“Yeah… we stock Marlboro or Maverick.”

“I’ll take a pack of the Marlboros.”

I reached under the counter and slapped them down with the same force he had.

“That’ll be $18.50.” I dead panned.

His focus was drawn away from me as his girlfriend placed an ice tea on the counter.

“And the lady’s drink.” He said.

“$20 even.”

He reached into his wallet, and I looked past him through the window to see how things were going with Spaulding.

“We’re you folks headed?” I attempted to make casual conversation.

It was the girl who answered.

“It’s spring break, we’re headed further south to the beaches.” She explained.

I hummed, not really interested.

“It’s getting quite late, you don’t want to be caught on the roads out here this late. Some sketchy people hanging around.” I freihned a warning.

“Suppose we could rest for the night, what do you think babe? I think Mikey’s getting tired of driving anyway, we’ve been cramped in that stupid van all day.”

The man shrugged.

“Any motels near by?” She asked.

“Just down the road. Cheap rate too.”

“Perfect.” She smiled at me. “Thanks for your help.”

At least she was polite. Couldn’t say the same about her boyfriend. I lazily hummed again. He was about to hand me the $20 but was untrusted once more, this time by the kid. They were gripping tightly to a pack of gummy worms.

“That’ll make it $21.50” I sighed, annoyed that I had to talk to them for longer than I wanted to.

He proceeded to hand me just the $20 and I looked confused. Maybe he didn’t hear me.

“I’m not buying you some damn gummy worms, you got your own money.” He snapped at the kid.

They flinched slightly, shuffling awkwardly on their feet but nodded. I finished out the transaction. He forcefully grabbed the beer off the counter and shoved passed them. His girlfriend more delicately her tea and followed after him. I was surprised she didn’t even seem off-put by his outburst, her bubbly personality not faltering for a second.

“City folk.” I grumbled under my breath.

The kid just kinda stood there for second. Their grip tightened on the plastic and I could hear it crinkle in protest. Their small shoulders were shaking slightly. The wordlessly reached into their pocket and pulled out a few coins. They looked between the bag and their money and sighed, going to put them back. They seemed to notice my staring as they mumbled out a soft,

“Don’t have enough.”

I don’t know why I took pity on them, they looked like a damned drowned rat who just got kicked by their owner. I held out my hand and they looked confused.

“Take the candy.” I said.

They looked shocked, honestly I was a little shocked myself.

“But I don’t have the money to pay you-“

I didn’t budge and they awkwardly shuffled over and dropped the money in my hand.

“It’s only 85 cents, but I guess we’re staying, I think there’s a few coins in the dash if you let me go get them.” They offered.

It was honestly sad.

“Would ya look at that, says her the gummy worms only cost 85 cents now. Guess it’s your lucky day kid.”

That was a fucking lie and I knew it. Probably kill them first so they won’t have to witness the carnage. Poor thing looked miserable.

“Why are you being nice to me?” They asked.

“Guess I’m in a charitable mood today.”

I don’t know why they wouldn’t just take the damn things and go. I watched as they fiddle with their necklace before taking it off and putting it on the counter. I starred down at it.

“It’s not worth much, you could probably get like $5 for it. I don’t want to short you, that’s not right. Thank you for your kindness mister.” They said.

Before I could protest they were already running back outside as the boy from earlier yelled out there name from the door.

“Stop bothering the man and get your ass in the van!” He demanded.

I watched as they drove off, not even giving the kid enough time to sit and close the door first. Spaulding came back in.

“Sent em to the motel.” I explained.

He laughed.

“Stole their tired cap when they weren’t looking, they ain’t getting far anyways.” He said smuggly.

I just shrugged it response.

“What’s got your panties in a twist boy, you’re usually happy about this shit.”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” I lied.

I should be fine, so then, why wasn’t I? I’d killed kids before, younger than them even. So what the fuck was my problem.

“You got your thinking Face on Otis, you know you’re a shit liar right?”

I groaned.

“You should have seen the way they were treating that kid, Spaulding. Something don’t feel right about that.”

“What, gonna give em a lecture while you’re ripping out their spleens?” He joked.

“Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that, dumb fuck was a prick, treating me like gutter trash. Baby’s gonna have her fun with them, specially that sports boy.”

“Your sister does have a type.” He mused.

After a few minutes of working in silence, he spoke up again.

“Look if it’s really bothering you all that much, why don’t you go talk to your mama?” He sighed.

I shook my head. “We should just put the poor thing out of its misery. They damn near cried cause I gave them some gummy worms. I don’t think they’re feeding that thing.”

Of course he noticed my attempt to dehumanise them. Not like I needed to. Humans were disgusting by nature. Watching them beg for their worthless lives was always funny. People did desperate shit when they felt out of control.

“Whatever you say.”

“Imma go warn Mama about our new guests.” I grumbled.

Baby was the first to greet me back at the house. She was practically jumping up and down.

“Is it true? We got new friends to play with?” She asked.

I cracked a smile.

“Yeah, nasty little shits too. You wanna show em some southern hospitality?”

Mama came from around the corner, sipping some wine still in her robe. As expected, nothing got done while I was at the gas station.

“Been pretty quiet around here. Baby why don’t you head on down to the motel and offer them a home cook meal? Nothing open at this hour.”

She adjusted her top, showing off more cleavage and I cringed. I mean hey, it worked to lure in those dumb fucks, but she was still my sister. Can’t blame me for hating it. The men who ogled her were disgusting low lives. I rolled my eyes at her.

“You seem down, what’s wrong child?” Mama asked.

“I’m not a fan of our new guests.”

“You never are.” She laughed, “want to help your mama in the kitchen?” She offered.

And of course I could never say no to her. We slipped a special ingredient in the stew. They’d be out like a light before they new it, idiots wouldn’t even know what hit them. I wasn’t shocked when Baby came back half an hour later with the tourists trailing her. They never could resist her charms, if there’s one thing about Baby, she’s persistent. She could actually get shit done when she put her mind to it. Even if she did get a little distracted sometimes.

“Your home is… lovely.” The nicer girl from earlier complimented.

“Thank you sugar, where you folks from?” Mama attempted conversion.

“Way up in Michigan.” The jock spoke.

His voice wasn’t nearly as grating as his I’ll mannered friends.

“Couch told me they had good beaches down south, figured we’d have one final hurrah before collage.” He explained.

“Bet you’re pretty good at surfing” Baby attempted to flirt, and I had to hold back a chuckle when the blonde girl glared at her.

“Actually I’m awful at it, foot ball players aren’t really known for our good balance. One to many concussions I guess.”

Baby giggled at his joke.

“Sorry there ain’t much to do in this town, round her thinks close down at about five. But don’t worry, Mama makes the best food this side of Texas.”

“Great, I’m starving.” The greaser said.

The kid from earlier stayed behind them, not really joining in on the conversation. Spaulding was probably breaking into their motel room as we spoke, stealing their fancy shit so we could pawn it off. Not like a corpse would be needing it anyway. We all sat down for dinner, but the kid stayed near the door.

“We’ll come on in and sit sugar cube, we don’t bite.” Mama said.

It was odd how they waited for permission, the context was already there. They sat down next to Baby who smiled wildly at them. Obviously we didn’t put the sedative in our bowls, but I was hesitant when Mama placed the stew in front of them.

“This is amazing! You made this yourself?” The bubbly girl asked.

“My Son helped, he’s good to his Mama.” Mom praised.

The thing about Mama is she loved to brag about us. And I couldn’t lie it made me feel proud. Not that I wanted to look good to these worthless shits anyways, but the recognition of my hard work was still nice.

“My Nan used to make stuff like this all the time, she’s from down in New Orleans. She used to tell me food was the way to a man’s heart. Guess she was right.” She smiled at her boyfriend, looking at him expectedly.

“Your cookings decent.” He said flatly.

What kind of dick couldn’t even be nice to his own damn girl? Baby could have the jock, but he was all mine. She frowned for a moment, but shook it off.

“Maybe I could bother you for a recipe.” She hummed.

“Sure thing sugar.”

I was more than glad when the medicine started taking effect and the conversions slowed down. The jock was the first to fall, his face slamming into the stew. The blondes eyes widened as she starred at her boyfriend in horror. Everyone’s eyes were on him.

“What the fuck did you do?” The greaser spat.

Mama didn’t take to kindly to his tone, and frankly, neither did I. He and his girlfriend attempted to get up from the table, but I placed my hand firmly on his shoulder and shoved him back down.

“You sit your ass down.” I growled.

His girlfriend was the next to pass out, almost falling out of her chair. The blonde was in total panic mode, just saying “what the fuck?!” On repeat. Baby clamped a napkin over her mouth, cutting off her oxygen until she passed out.

“Get your hands off me!” He glared. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

You people… I hated when people called us that.

“Your mama ain’t teach you now respect boy.” I commented.

I looked across the table to see the kid still struggling to stay awake. They made eye contact with me, and for a moment I felt my heart stop. They didn’t look scared, or nervous, or even upset like I expected. They had a look of acceptance in their eyes, like they were ready to die. It made me sick.

“This is your fault you little shit!” He growled at them.

Their eyes widened slightly. How could he possibly blame this on them? They had nothing to do with this.

“You probably pissed off this freak back at the gas station. You can’t do anything right!”

They were shaking now. And I had enough. I hit him over the back of his head with my beer, knocking him out cold. I guess Baby and I were on the same Page, cause she quickly turned her attention to them. She placed a gentle hand on their shoulder.

“It’s ok pretty thing, you can stop fightin’ your medicine.” She cooed.

She brushed a lock of mangled hair out of their eyes. They looked up at her.

“But I don’t want to go to bed.”

Their words were slow as the sedative took hold of their brain.

“I’m not tired.” They lied.

“Oh, aren’t you just the most precious thing.” Mama said.

They leaned into Baby’s touch, their head collapsing into her hands as their eyes finally closed. I let out a loud sigh.

“So that’s what’s been botherin’ ya.” Mama said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I can see it in your eyes Otis. You’re not happy about killing this one.”

I hated that I couldn’t hide from her. But I’d never lie to my Mama, that shit just ain’t right.

“This piece of shit has been treating them like that all day.” I growled, shoving the man off the chair and watching as his body crumpled in a heap on the floor. “Wouldn’t even buy them some damn Candy.”

Mama frowned.

“Is that so?”

I nodded. Mama stood up from her chair, making her way to Baby’s side of the table.

“Give em here.” She said.

Mama knelt down beside their chair, leaning them back on it so they wouldn’t loose balance and fall. I knew what she was doing, inspecting them.

“They’re hairs more matted then a rats nest.” She sighed. “Suppose we could fatten them up a bit too. Poor things frailer than a porcelain doll.”

“They ain’t scared of us.” I stated.

“Seems they aren’t, guess we’re no scarier than that low life.”

“Can we keep em Mama? Can we?!?” Baby asked excitedly.

“It’s another mouth to feed. We’ll have to ask your father.”

“I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it.” I chimed in.

“Otis, be a dear and take them up to Baby’s room. They’re gonna need the rest. I don’t care what you do with the others, just get that ‘thing’” she glared at the man on the floor “out of my Damn house.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Baby looked giddy, well more than usual I guess. Suppose it would be nice to have someone to keep her company so she didn’t bother me so Damn much. Always with her constant questions. I made my way around the table and gave Mama a kiss on the cheek. I turned to Baby.

“You can have the rest, but he’s mine.” I said.

She smiled up at me.

“Oh I can’t wait to see what you do with him Otis! Gonna make him beg for his Mama?” She asked.

“Think I’ve heard enough from him, not like he’ll be needing his tongue when I’m done with him.”

She grinned, that familiar glint of insanity in her eyes.

“Just don’t kill him until I’m done ok, I wanna watch him suffer.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Ahh, nothing like a little torture to bring the family together.” Mama smiled happily. “Just clean up after yourselves ok Kids? And stay off the new rug, Spaulding won’t be happy if we have to replace it again.”

That warning was mostly aimed at Baby. She was Certainly messy with her toys. I turned back to the kid, they didn’t even have a name, and yet here I was feeling protective over them already. Damn thing should be grateful, we don’t take pity on many folk around here. I scooped them up into my arms and was surprised at how light they were. Mama’s assessment was right, they were tiny. Weighed nearly half as much as someone their age should.

I carried them upstairs to Baby’s room and set them down on the bed. I draped a blanket over them before sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Don’t worry kid, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. No one’s gonna treat you like that again.”

I knew they couldn’t hear me, but it was the sentiment that counts. I heaved myself off the bed and locked the door as I left. Couldn’t risk them waking up and trying to run before I was done with me ‘chores’ for the day. Maybe I’d finally have someone who will help out around the house.

An: Kid is more so used as a term of endearment here. Blinky is about 17 when they first met everyone, Doe eyes comes along about a year later.

[deniigi]

To carry on the MCU Peter anon: would you ever write a multiverse / blend where your Peter meets a more MCU Peter (actual MCU Peter not the fanon created one)? And/or initimable Peter meeting another version you’ve created?

Also, would you ever write a MJ (my beloved) POV fic?

Hey boo

So Question 1: I did a little piece with a MCU/Inimitable crossover here

It’s not quite the same, since it’s from the pov of MCU Peter.

The idea of young Inimitable Peter meeting someone who he could have so easily been if he’d not gotten involved with Team Red and had instead stuck closer to Stark would be an interesting thought, I must say. Not so interesting that I’d write it, but I’d def have half a drink and then a muse on the idea and how it would unfold.

For MJ, I have written some stuff from her POV! ( See just roll with it from the Dumpster Fires Verse)

I also wrote a terrifying piece a long ass time about about some non-NYC vigilantes trying to step in and overthrow the vigilante/Superpeople order of things by trying to goad Peter, Matt, Wade, etc into a fight. MJ narrates it and it’s sort of dark so I’m putting it under the cut here.

trigger warnings for violence (like Netflix DD and Punisher levels), violence against minors at school, and some pretty heavy injuries.

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“Michelle?” a voice she’d never heard in her life rasped into the classroom door. The smell of iron and smoke and god, blood—that was blood she was smelling—it was all suffocating.

“Michelle, honey, c’mon, sweetheart. We ain’t got time for being scared right now,” the voice said.

She’d never thought that she’d have to consider the fact that those were boots coming towards her, not sneakers, not shoes.

The butt of a rifle swung down into her view. Joined the boots right in front of her. Bones popped as the Punisher knelt down.

She knew him by the skull on his vest.

She knew him as a monster. Not a hero.

He held out a hand to her.

“I got you, baby girl,” he promised, “Ain’t no one gonna touch you.”

His hands were smeared in some kind of grease. Gun oil? Soot? It didn’t matter. He stayed crouching low. He didn’t wear a mask.

His nose was kind of crooked. And his eyes were deep set.

They were brown.

He said nothing, just held out his big, greasy hand.

She took it.

 --

 The Punisher’s grip was calloused and firm and he kept her behind him at all times. He was even bigger than she’d ever imagined; bigger than Mr. Murdock. Bigger than her dad. Maybe the around the same size and build as Wade.

He didn’t explain things; he used his hands to talk.

Stay behind me, said the press of his rough palm. Don’t let go, stay behind me.

Out front, the fingers said later, now curled over the tops of her own. Walk, walk fast. Out front.

Stay behind.

Out font.

Down.

He made her kneel with him and peeled off his vest. He didn’t give her a choice.

It was heavy. So heavy. He strapped it onto her as tight as it would go.

“Home stretch, darlin’,” he finally said with words, the noise of bullets and panic around them seemed quieter with him talking. She found that she didn’t want to leave him. “You go when I say, alright? You go when I say and you don’t look back, alright?”

No.

No, he would die if she left. He needed to wear the vest.

“Look at me, Michelle.” She did, through the tears. “You don’t look back.”

She nodded.

 --

 He said go.

She didn’t look back.

Not until Mr. Murdock was pulling her away, shouting at the top of his voice for an ambulance. She’d never heard that gravel in his tone before.

“Michelle, look at me,” Mr. Murdock told her, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her gaze away from the classroom where the Punisher was dying.

“Look at me, honey, look.”

There wasn’t much to look at, she couldn’t see his eyes through his mask.

“Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Show me where you’re hurt.”

It didn’t matter, she couldn’t feel it anymore. The Punisher was dying in there, he needed his vest.

“Frank’s fine,” Mr. Murdock told her. He pulled her head back to face him, but he wasn’t looking at her at all. It was like he was looking down at the space between them. One of her hands felt warm on top, cold at the fingers. It didn’t want to cooperate as she pulled at the vest. “He’s fine, he’s gonna be fine. Fuck. Fuck. Put your arms around my neck, honey, c’mon. There you go, good girl. Alright, up you go. No, one more time. There you go, I got you. It’s okay, I got you.”

Mr. Murdock was stronger than he looked and he didn’t seem to mind that the vest was digging into his chest. His voice didn’t seem as loud, even though her head was right next to his throat.

She couldn’t tell if he was talking to her anymore.

 --

 She woke up.

There was white and blue and gray everywhere.

Her mom was burgundy. Her sweater was. Then she was tears, tears pouring out of her eyes, down over her lips. Her eyes weren’t burgundy, they were neon. Neon pink.

 --

 Her mom held her hand while the doctors explained to her that she’d have a lot of scarring, but she would be okay. She’d need some physical therapy to make the wrist do what it was supposed to again, but the bullet hadn’t caused irreparable damage.

The same for the wound in her ankle.

She’d be okay.

So why did she want to cry so bad?

 --

 She remembered why.

 --

 Peter was okay. He was in the room one over, attached to a lot of machines, but he was okay. His face wasn’t as clean as hers, the doctors and nurses hadn’t had the same kind of time to wash him down, they’d been busy trying to save his life.

His aunt had stepped out to go get things to wash his face for him. She was still wearing her scrubs. She worked in the ICU upstairs.

 --

 Ned was okay, he had a row of stitches from the bump in his wrist to his elbow. He told her tiredly that once he turned eighteen, he’d get a tattoo to cover the mark. Maybe laces, like sneaker, he told her.

Maybe stitches again, to remind himself what he’d almost lost.

 --

 Flash was okay. Abe was okay. Melanie and Gabriella were okay.

They were all okay.

Including the Punisher.

 --

 He came to see her in the hospital, he’d swiped a staff ID to do it. She thought that that was maybe overkill, but this was the man who’d offered his life for hers.

He was startled and went wide-eyed and stiff when she threw her arms around his broad chest and started crying. But he loosened up and told her that she shouldn’t be putting weight on her ankle. He let her hug him sitting on the bed instead.

He didn’t say things were okay like the others did. He grabbed her chin and shook it a little and said, “You’re fucking brave, girl. You’re so fucking brave.”

She didn’t believe him.

She’d just gone and hadn’t looked back.

“Sweetheart, there are times when you think, and times when you move. And both of them are different kinds of bravery,” he told her.

Different kinds of bravery.

“Do you mean courage?” she asked him.

He cocked his head. He had stitches of his own at the top of his cheekbone. Bruises from his temple to his chin.

“No, courage, that’s something else,” he said, “I’m talking about bravery.”

She didn’t understand. He said that he didn’t have a better way of explaining it. He smoothed her hair back and said that he was glad that she was alive and that she was going to get better.

He’d been the one who’d carried Peter out. He’d had to send her out first because he couldn’t carry both of them.

Mr. Murdock’s voice was raw and hoarse because he’d come running from the fire in the classroom next door and he’d been trying to find Peter. He was the only one who could hear Frank Castle through the fire and the bullets and the creak of the burning building. And Mr. Castle had told him that he couldn’t take both Peter and Michelle.

She remembered now.

Mr. Castle had been talking to himself the whole time they’d been running and hiding through that building. He’d been talking to himself, but he’d really been talking to Mr. Murdock who was trying to find a way in and a way out that wouldn’t get him killed.

There hadn’t been one, there were too many guns. The second she’d started running, Frank Castle had whistled, hard and loud and piercing and all the guns had turned on him.

She didn’t look back.

She thought that he hadn’t either.

“Thank you for saving us,” she told him.

He shook his head.

“Red’s your man, he called me screaming. Man never calls nobody in that tone of voice. You’d have thought y’all were his babies dying in there.”

Okay.

Okay, so was Mr. Murdock okay?

“Nah, girl. I don’t think he is. But I think he’ll get there.”

 --

 Mr. Murdock pretended like he was okay, but the way he wrapped his arms around both Michelle and Peter when they came to his office said that he was very much not. It wasn’t an awkward hug, even though there were two of them.

It was firm.

It was tight.

And Peter started crying and it was hard, really really hard not to join him.

Mr. Murdock let them go and pressed his forehead to Peter’s and said nothing. He just held Peter’s shoulder with one hand and smoothed a hand through his hair with the other. Peter wasn’t making words so much as he was making distressed sounds, but Matt understood him.

“He’s alright, Pete,” he said. “He’s alright.”

Who?

 --

 Wade was fine, somehow. There wasn’t a bullet hole in him. There wasn’t a scratch on him, he claimed, trying to smile and make Peter stop sobbing his heart out.

Matt told him that he wasn’t fucking helping and to just be fucking honest for once in his goddamn life.

Matt’s hands shook a little at his sides. His cuticles were still stained gray from the soot.

Wade looked from him to Peter a little helplessly and then at Michelle and he sobered. He held out an arm for her to come closer.

He was big, too. His ribs felt different from Mr. Castle’s.

“Where’s Ned?” he asked, pressing a hand on the back of Peter’s head to encourage him to direct his upset into his chest.

Ned was at home. Ned’s mom and dad were too upset to let him out of their sight for now.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Wade said. He didn’t hug her as tight as Matt had, he more laid a heavy arm across her shoulders and pulled a bit.

 --

 They weren’t allowed to go back to school. The whole campus was closed, there’d been significant damage to the south side and there were too many photos and crime scenes that needed to be documented.

Peter’s wounds were already mostly healed, while hers ached and burned with every movement.

He apologized for not getting to the room she’d been in faster.

That was some dumbass shit, that was.

“Who did it?” she asked him.

Peter set his jaw.

“We don’t know. Wade and Mr. Castle said they’re finding out. They aren’t letting me or Matt in on it.”

What did that mean?

“I think it means that it’s something bigger than us.”

And what did that mean?

“Uh, maybe bigger isn’t the right word. Lower.”

Lower. Like?

“Someone underground. Deeper in than me and Double D. We’re—we’re mostly surface level. Wade and Mr. Castle, they’re deep under there.”

“Were they trying to kill you, Peter?” she asked him.

He took a long shaky breath.

“I really hope not.”

 ---

 They weren’t trying to kill Peter, Mr. Murdock eventually told them, having had them come to his home for this news. He had them sit on his faux leather couch as he said this.

He was trying to say something without words, Michelle thought.

She thought she was reading it right.

It was personal. This was personal.

“Were they trying to kill you, Matt?” she asked. He shook his head.

No.

They weren’t trying to kill anyone, they’d been trying to draw them out. As many of them as possible.

“They’re taking stock of us,” Matt said to his fists. His knuckles never seemed to heal. “Making lists. They knew a school would bring everyone out and we fell for it like fucking chumps.”

What did that mean?

“Means there’s something big brewing, and I want nothing to do with it.”

That’s not what his knuckles said.

“Peter,” Matt said, “Whoever they are, they’re going to target you. You’re young, that makes you an easy mark. Do not engage, do you understand?”

Peter understood.

 ---

 Peter was hurt. He was hurt every day over the next few weeks. He had bullet wounds and knife wounds and it got to the point where, even after school reopened, he didn’t come back. It wasn’t suspicious, a lot of kids didn’t. Their parents were still terrified, maybe looking into other academies.

Peter was just sleeping. He had to sleep to heal and he had to heal because the second he set foot out the door there was someone there waiting for him and he couldn’t engage. He just had to take it. Suit or no suit.

MJ would have hit back by now, she was amazed that he hadn’t.

“The second I hit back, they’ll take that as permission,” Peter told her quietly at his desk in his room. May had bandaged his arm for him. She wasn’t concerned about school, she didn’t want Peter to even leave the house.

“Permission to do what?” she asked.

“To engage,” Peter said.

What did that mean, though?

“They’ll kill me.”

He couldn’t know that. He couldn’t—

“They don’t care who I am. It’ll be a message. As soon as I hit back, that makes whatever happens next fair game, so I can’t do anything.”

“Can’t Stark help you?” she asked. He sighed and looked at his bandaged wrist.

“If it gets any worse, he and May said I’ll stay with him for a while. But they’ll just move onto the next guy, and then the next guy, until someone engages. We can’t avoid them forever.”

‘We,’ Peter said. That meant that this was beyond him. This was everyone on that list those guys had shot her, stabbed Ned, scared everyone to make. The list that had set their school on fire.

 ---

It got worse.

Peter didn’t come to school.

He couldn’t breathe very well. He slept even more, but not at home. He slept at Stark Tower, where Tony Stark could guard him, because no one else could at the minute.

 ---

 It got worse because they started picking on Matt.

Matt as Mr. Murdock most certainly would not have engaged, but Matt as Matt was struggling. He was very obviously struggling.

Just sit back and take it, was what he had to do. Unlike Peter, who slept and had somewhere to go when things got too bad, Matt didn’t heal and Matt didn’t have anyone to lean on.

He stopped showing up to work.

Neither Foggy or Karen said anything about it. They carried on with the cases and the work and the filing as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing happened. As if they weren’t both suffocating, trying to carry their friend’s pain with their own.

Michelle went to see him and Foggy told her to be as quiet as she could be.

He slept with a broken arm laid up on his chest. He shivered in his sleep. His knuckles weren’t bruised, but his neck was and he didn’t acknowledge anyone who spoke to him.

There was a woman there with him, she was his sister, MJ remembered her. Elektra was watching him with silent, stoic fury in her eyes. It showed nowhere else on her.

“She’s protecting him,” Foggy explained as he made them all tea. “Well, maybe not protecting, but guarding him so he feels like he can sleep.”

There wasn’t anything to say to that, not when Spiderman and Daredevil could only rest in unconsciousness.

“Why are they doing this?” she asked him. Foggy sighed and set the kettle down.

“Because they’re cruel and they’re jealous and they think that this will get them respect,” he said.

Respect.

Psh.

All it did was make her mad.

“If you show them that you’re angry, Michelle, that’s as good as engaging. We can’t let them know that they’re getting to any of us.”

This was bullshit.

 ---

 Bullshit because Matt went to get groceries and didn’t come home and Wade had to go find him. They wouldn’t let Michelle see him, but she heard his sister screaming. She screamed at anyone who touched him, swore that she’d put the lights out of the next person who tried.

Foggy didn’t stop her.

Matt didn’t say anything.

He didn’t come to work and Foggy kept his office door closed.

Karen told Michelle that Elektra had taken Matt somewhere with her, where he would be safe. He wasn’t in Hell’s Kitchen. Elektra wouldn’t say where they’d gone, but she’d sent Foggy pictures so that he knew Matt was safe.

 ---

 It was bullshit because they were too scared to fuck with Wade or Castle, so instead they attacked Hawkeye the younger and Michelle heard through Wade that Hawkguy had nearly exploded in his anger. He couldn’t do anything, of course he couldn’t, that was how this game worked.

But he’d swapped his easy-going persona for the one he used when he worked with the Black Widow.

Wade said it was eerie to see him so quiet and focused. Locked onto his target.

The people trying to pick a fight, well, they were scared of Hawkeye.

 ---

 Not for long. They went in on both of Hawkeyes at the same time and soon Hawkeye the elder reached breaking point and called in the Widow so that he and his partner could get two minutes of peace. Just two.

 ---

 It was interesting how the second the Widow got involved, everything went topsy turvy.

Michelle had passed by the place where Wade had told her the Widow was standing guard and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Then she realized that whoever these guys were, they were really, really scared of the Widow.

Not so high and mighty now, huh, boys?

They abandoned the Hawkeyes and went after Jessica Jones.

 ---

 It went on and on like this for two, three, maybe even four weeks. People took as much as they could. They picked themselves up. Some limped into the offices of Nelson, Murdock and Page. Some limped, watched carefully by people, in the street.

They were stopped at all hours by guys in plain clothes who struck out without warning. Threw fists. Feet. Spat on people. And instead of fighting back, local bodies threw them off and ran away. Avoided confrontation. Put walls and doors and fences between themselves and the others as much as they could.

It was, in a way, amazing.

The level of restraint was super human.

 ---

 Then the new kids got cocky and shoved the Winter Soldier.

They were in for a lesson.

Michelle saw the conflict on the news. Five guys throwing themselves at Bucky Barnes, who was trying to buy a bottle of whiskey in peace.

He ignored them, counted out exact change.

He walked right through their group on the way out the door and they parted around him, then followed him out of the convenience store.

Camera phone footage showed him walking home, being heckled by these creeps. A few blocks, presumably, from his home he stopped walking and the gang of people drew in close around him.

And then they all leapt back.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t taking their shit, he’d apparently decided. Loud enough to be heard from the cameraman’s place across the street, he shouted, “Y’all have one more chance to get the fuck out of my way.”

Let no one say he didn’t warn them.

They went down hard and they went down fast and they all went down within a minute of each other.

Bucky Barnes held a guy by his throat and told them to call their motherfucking leader, he wanted to have a chat.

It was the beginning of the end.

 ---

 Do not engage went right out the window and MJ woke up to her phone sending her six thousand alerts not to take such-and-such road or to approach such-and-such area.

The news showed her Peter slamming his fist into a man’s face like he was born to do it.

The Man in the Mask was out in broad daylight, stalking towards those people who were suddenly trying to escape him. He picked them up and dropped them without so much as breaking the rhythm of his pace.

Ironman beat the shit out of twelve people in the company courtyard.

Hawkeye had switched his bow for a rifle.

The general advice from all city personnel was to stay the fuck inside.

This was war.

 ---

 And then it was over.

And everything was cleaned up and bodies were carted off if they were found.

Peter arrived to school.

Matt reappeared in his office.

They carried on like nothing had happened. But there was something about the aftermath of silence that made the day of brutality so much more violent.

Neither of them were smiling. They were cold, thawing slowly.

Michelle thought of all the things they weren’t saying.

She thought she heard their combined bodies whisper, this is my city. This is our city. Get with it or go the fuck home.

She didn’t know if it made her feel better, but it certainly made her feel safe.

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[whiskery-louis]

Priorities *part 2*

I am so sorry for the delay but I was on vacation and just had a very few busy days! Here is part 2 of Priorities, I am planning a part 3 for sure possibly a part 4! Please please let me know what you think!

part 1

“We came backstage and you were just gone. One text saying you needed a break? That’s all we were worth to you? Is that all I was worth to you Y/N? I thought we could be something, but you never gave me a chance. You just bailed. And now we show up after all this time and you have a kid? I can’t believe it. I just-I just need to know. Am I the dad?”

“Wait what?” I stared at him in disbelief, trying to stifle a laugh because of how serious he was.

“Don’t laugh at me Y/N I’m serious. Unless you were fucking other guys it’s obvious why you left. You got pregnant, and you got scared so you ran. I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me. It's not just your life that was affected.”

I took a step towards him and he didn’t pull back. I reached out and pulled his hands into mine.

“Luke, I’m not laughing at you. I can see how serious you are, but the baby isn’t mine.”

“It’s not?” I turned to see Calum, Mikey and Ashton standing between the kitchen and the front room.

“We didn’t mean to listen, but you guys were right there and there is no door…” Ash trailed off.

I sighed knowing it was finally time to tell them the truth. I gestured for them all to sit around the dining table as I grabbed the glasses Luke left by the sink. I left the boys, chose what they wanted to drink and grabbed a few snacks out of the pantry in case anyone was hungry. Just as I was about to sit down the baby started crying. I sighed looking at the boys.

“Give me a few minutes to get him up and then I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

Luke

I couldn’t believe that after all this time I was here sitting in her house. It was a nice house, but it was still weird to think of Y/N spending all her time here raising a baby. There were baby toys all over the place, a pile of clothes overflowing from the laundry room around the corner and baby bottles stacked next to the sink. As I looked around though, there were still little pieces that showed she lived here too. Her worn out vans lay just inside the door, half empty water bottles gathered on the island, blankets covering every inch of the couch. They were all things that unmistakingly said Y/N.

I never believed her excuse of needing a break from touring, she loved everything about being on the road. And selfishly I thought she enjoyed spending time with me. I don’t know when things changed between us, but one night we were drinking with the rest of the boys and I was walking her back to her room and the next morning I woke up next to her. We promised to keep it casual but after a few weeks of hooking up she started spending the nights in my room; we talked about everything during those early morning hours and it was then that I realized she was someone special. I knew that I wanted us to be more and I was planning on taking her out on the town after our New York show, but we stepped off the stage and she was gone.

I was devastated, and the boys did what they could to cheer me up but they had all sensed a change in me the months prior. So when Calum suggested we pay Y/N a visit with our week off I jumped at the chance to figure out why she really left. We were all curious as to her reason for leaving, she used to talk about nothing but being on the road and all the things she planned to do when the tour ended. And not once did she mention settling down. It was bizarre when we found out she had bought a house in a small neighborhood outside the city. During our late night talks she always said that she couldn't fall asleep without the sounds of the city right outside her window.

“So if it’s not her kid, what is going on here?” Michael broke the silence, looking around the table before settling his eyes on me. I looked up and realized all three of them were staring at me.

“What?” I mumbled, slightly uncomfortable under their gaze.

“You knew her best Luke, did she ever mention anything?” Cal asked.

“You think I wouldn’t have told you guys? I’m as shocked as all of you.”

It was silent again as we all sat with our thoughts waiting for Y/N to come back out. When she opened that door yelling about waking up a baby my heart stopped. Out of all the scenarios that ran through my head the last six months I never thought Y/N had a baby. My heart dropped to my stomach and I couldn’t believe that she would leave and not tell me about something as big as a baby. But now she’s saying it’s not hers? I’ve never been more confused and craving answers. My anxiety was through the roof, I couldn't stop bouncing my knee and chewing at my already chipped red nail polish.

“Luke you can relax,” Ashton broke the silence. “She said the baby’s not her, which means it's not yours.”

“I know,” I sighed, “It all just made sense when I thought she left because she had a baby. I just need to know the truth.”

Reader POV

“Okay it’s gonna be okay buddy.” I sighed as I was changing him. “There are some friends downstairs waiting to meet you. And I know you don’t understand what I’m saying but I feel like I am going to lose my mind if I don’t get this off my chest. I’ve run over this scenario so many times little buddy but I did not expect this when we woke up this morning. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you get to finally meet your super cool uncles.” He laughed up at me as I tickled his stomach before I pulled his clean shirt over his head. “And ya know Luke is still just as handsome as I remember.”

I quietly made my way down the hallway to see if I could overhear the boys talking. I was curious as to what they thought the explanation was going to be. I could hear mumbling but nothing concrete. I took a deep breath as I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I pulled the high chair up to the table and put the baby in it with some cut up bananas to eat. I sat down next to him and turned to the boys.

There was an awkward silence as they all stared at me waiting for an explanation. I took a second to take this all in, not believing that they were all sitting in my kitchen.

“Well boys...this is my nephew Wesley.” I ruffled my hand through his hair. “My sister gave birth to him about a year ago and then she just up and left six months ago. He had no one else to raise him so I had to come back for him. I’m the only family he has.”

All four of the boys looked from Wes back to me. I could see the surprise on their faces, Ashtons’ jaw was even hanging open. Luke was the one who spoke first.

“You never told us about your sister.”

A small frown formed on my face, “We were never close. Heather is a few years older than me and was never around when I was younger. She always fought with my mom and when she turned 16 she left home. She didn’t even come back for my mom's funeral. I never really forgave her for that, but when she reached out to me about a year ago telling me she had just given birth I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Mostly because I missed having a family and I had always wanted to be an auntie.”

“Weren’t we family enough?” Luke interrupted me.

I glanced from him to the rest of the boys and saw the hurt etched across their faces, making my regret my choice of words.

“I didn’t mean it like that, you guys were the family I always wished for when I was younger. And even though she abandoned me just like our dad abandoned us, she was still my sister. I was so excited when I found out I was an aunt as well, Heather and I were talking again and how could I not want to be in this guy's life? I mean just look at him.” I smiled as I looked over at Wes who was still enjoying his bananas.

“Where is your sister now?” Cal asked.

I sighed, “I don’t know. Six months after she gave birth she left, just like our dad did to us and I just, I just couldn’t let him fall into the system. I’m all he has. I never wanted to leave you,” my eyes met Luke’s, “...guys or the tour, let alone without telling anyone but I knew if you guys knew about Wes you would try and convince me to bring him on the road, and I would’ve stayed because that’s all I wanted to do. But it’s not about me anymore, I have to do what is best for Wesley and he deserves to have a normal childhood. Well as normal as I can give him seeing as I’m not his mother. I’m sorry for how I left, but I’m not sorry that I left.”

It was silent when I stopped talking, I looked around the table to see all the boys processing what I had told them. I knew it was a shock finding me here raising a baby that wasn’t mine but I was glad that I finally told them the reason behind me leaving.

Wes started fussing now that he finished his snack, I turned to pick him up but Michael was already jumping out of his seat.

“Let his cool Uncles play with him Y/N,” he picked Wes up out of his highchair, tickling his stomach and making him giggle. Michael laughed too as he carried him into the living room. Calum and Ashton stood up to follow him.

“I’m gonna be his favorite ya know,” Cal winked at me as they left.

“We’re just glad you’re okay Y/N, anything we can do to help we will. For now the three of us will keep him busy while you two take some necessary time to talk.” Ashton gave a small smile to me and Luke who were left sitting at the table.

I turned to Luke who was sitting with his head in his hands. I placed my hand on his forearm causing him to look up at me. “Let’s go outside okay?”

He nodded his head, a slight smile on his lips as he took my outstretched hand and followed me as I led him out to the small patio off the kitchen. He made sure to close the door tight knowing the boys would eavesdrop if possible. I pulled him down on the small couch next to me. I had so many things I wanted to say to him but I owed him enough to start the conversation. His hand remained in mine as we sat in silence, I lightly traced the tattoos on his wrists. He hummed slightly causing me to look up and see him smiling at me.

“I miss that feeling, your fingers tracing patterns all over me. It’s like you leave a trail of fire every time you touch me.” I felt my face flush, I looked back down and began drawing circles on the back of his hands. “I’ve missed you so fucking much Y/N, I thought you left because of something I did. I know we always said we would keep it casual but fuck I haven’t been the same since you left.”

“Fuck Luke I didn’t know you felt that way. You did nothing wrong. I just couldn’t bear to say goodbye to you in person. I felt the same way about you when I left, I didn’t want to keep being casual I wanted to be yours-”

Luke pressed his lips to mine, cutting me off mid sentence. I melted into him like no time had passed. I forgot how it felt to kiss him, it was a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I moved my hands to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. His hands went to my waist and the next thing I knew I was sitting on his lap. I pulled back and rested my forehead against his.

“I missed you Y/N, so fucking much.”

“I missed you too Luke, a lot. But you need to know we can’t just go back to how things were. I need to put Wes first and you have the band.”

“But you just said you wanted to be mine,” he looked at me with a mixture of hope and sadness in his eyes. This was exactly why I couldn’t say goodbye in person.

“Key word being wanted. My whole life is different now Luke, I’m not the same person that I was six months ago.”

“So what are we supposed to do?”

I climbed off Luke and reached out my hand, “We go hang out with Wes so he can get to know his Uncle Luke. And then you go back on tour, I stay here and raise Wes and you visit every once in a while with the boys. It's not ideal but at least we’ll still see each other every so often. I’m sorry Luke, but it’s just how it has to be.”

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Another Winchester?

AN: Hello Everyone! So lately I’ve been wanting to write a winchester x sister!reader and I got this idea. Just know that this is my first ever story that I have shared with anyone else so please let me know of any mistakes or any of your thoughts. Thank you!

Summary: You are the little sister of The infamous Winchester brothers and this is how you meet them. This is set in season six after Sam gets his soul back.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and drugs,language, mentions of sex, some violence, mention of abusive mother, suicide by overdose, some blood and I think that’s it.

!TRIGGER WARNING! If you are easily triggered by mentions of abuse, suicide or drugs please DO NOT read this.

 Your name is (YN) Anderson. You’re 14 and a hunter. Your mother is Melinda Anderson who is a alcoholic and a drug addict. She was always either high or drunk and no matter what day or time it was. She was unemployed and brought home sketchy men almost every night.  She had an awful temper and the tiniest things would set her off and when she got angry, you didn’t want to be with her.  She would take it out on you and if she was too tired or drunk she would let her one night stands beat you until you were unconscious.  

Let’s just say you weren’t a big fan of her. You’ve tried to run away multiple times but since your mom has many drug dealers and one night stands pretty much everywhere in town you would always get caught.

Your father was John Winchester the infamous hunter. You didn’t know much about him. All that you knew was that he was in the Marines and that his wife, Mary Winchester, died in 1983. From time to time you would daydream about him, wondering what your life would be like if you lived with him instead of your mom.  

John worked a case in that town and after he finished the job he went to a bar got drunk and found your mom. Nine months later you were born.

You met your father when you were seven and there was a pack of werewolves in town that your father was hunting. He found out about you a couple years earlier and was surprised to find out that he had another child. Since he had been close to finding Yellow Eyes he didn’t have time to visit you and since him and Dean were hunting together for most of the time he didn’t want Dean to grow suspicious.

John shot a bullet in the heart of what he thought was the last werewolf he decided to finally go meet you.  He was nervous because he didn’t want anything happening to you considering his job.

He finally pulled up to your house. It was small and a little rundown but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

You were watching cartoons on the old TV in the living room when you heard the doorbell ring. Your little head perked up and the sudden noise.  You hopped off of the couch and walked over to the door and opened it only to reveal a man who was tall and muscular.  He looked down at you and started to take in your features.  

You were a spitting image of him except you had your mother’s chin and pale skin. You looked at each other in wonder for a good minute.

“H-hi” you squeaked. You were scared of the man standing at your door, especially since he was so big.

“Hey” John said while he was kneeling down to your height. God she is so small he thought.

“Who are you?” You said with more confidence.

John hesitated before he spoke. “My name is John.”

“What are you doing here?” You spoke while crossing your arms.

“I came to meet you.” He said

“Why?”

“Because...” he said while trying to think of the right words “I’m your father.”

You were surprised and a little confused.

You had a lot of questions. Your father? What was he doing here? Where had he been all your short and terrible life? You squinted your eyes and tilted your head a little.

John knew that you were confused “I know that this is a lot of information to take in and maybe if you get your mother then maybe she can explain things easier then I can.”

You didn’t want to bring you mother into this because then she would get furious at you about opening the door and talking to this man. You were tempted to let him in and talk to him and not caring about what her thoughts were. You knew what the punishment would be if you did that. But you were curious to learn more about this man.

“Mom isn’t home right now but you can come in if you want.”

John looked at you in shock. The way you trusted him to come into your house since you just met him made him worried. He saw how sketchy this town was and he saw some of the people, most importantly the men, on the streets and was nervous about how trusting you were.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah”

“Don’t you think that I might hurt you or something?” He asked.

“No”

“Why is that?”

“Because you have a different look in your eyes then the other guys in this town.” You stated.

She’s smart thought John.

“So do you want to come in or...” you asked.

John hesitated “Uh yeah”

You opened the door for him and John walked in. He observed the place. It was dirty and needed cleaning, badly. You seemed to notice his eyes lingering on a certain spot on the wall.

“Sorry” you said shyly

“For what?”

“Our house is dirty” you said while tears started to form in your eyes.

John noticed this and kneeled down once again and hugged you. “It’s alright” he said. You sniffled and pulled back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah”

You two moved over to the couch and sat down. Y’all stared to talk and before you knew it, it was dark outside.  

You yawned.

“You tired?” John asked

“Yeah” you said while yawning agian

“Why don’t we put you to bed? Huh?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” You asked

John sighed “I don’t think I can stay.”

“Why not?” You said sadly

“Because-“ but before he could say anything else the front door crashed opened and 3 men with yellow eyes, long nails and pointed teeth ran in.

You screamed while John hid you behind his back. The wolves surrounded the both of you.

“Well well what do we have here?” The biggest of the three said “The mighty John Winchester with a little girl. How cute.”

John pulled out his gun “How did you find us?”

“It wasn’t too hard. We just followed your scent and it led us to you.” Said another wolf.

“I’m going to enjoy ripping you apart for killing my family” said the biggest wolf.

“And the little girl will just be a bonus” snickered the smallest.

“Ok listen, you can have me just let her go” John said while you were clinging to his legs, shaking like a leaf.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen” said the second wolf.

Then all of a sudden you screamed as you were ripped from Johns legs by a wolf that came in through the back door.

“No!” Yelled John

You were now crying hysterically. You didn’t know what was happening or who these people were. “Dad!” You screamed holding your arms out to him while struggling to get away from the werewolf holding you.

“Dad?” Said the one holding you “You have another kid?” The werewolf asked as he bent down and smelled you which was startling and made you whimper. Then the wolf stood up to his full height and said “Yep the little rugrat is yours. I can smell your blood in her veins.”

“Please just let her go” John pleaded “I’ll give you anything!”

“Now this doesn’t sound like the big, bad John Winchester that I’ve heard about.” Said the smallest one.

“How about you let her go and then I’ll show you how big and bad I am” John said with a sneer.

“Hmmm that does sound tempting but I have a better idea.” Said the fourth werewolf.

He kneeled and looked at you in the eyes while putting one hand on each shoulder. “This isn’t going to hurt for long” he said while showing you his teeth. You whimpered, still trying to get away from the monster from your nightmares.

Then a gunshot went off behind you which made you scream once again.

John was tackled to the ground by the other two werewolves and his gun slid across the floor hitting the wall to your left.

You were trying to get to him when the wolf that was holding you grabbed you tight and dug is long, sharp nails into your shoulders. You screamed in pain.

John brought out a silver knife and killed the other two wolves. He then tackled the wolf holding you and was on top of him in seconds.

They were fighting and you ran to the nearest corner watching as best that you could with the tears that were in your eyes.

The wolf then punched your dad in the face and flipped them so now he had the upper hand while your dad was struggling underneath him.

You were scared but you wanted to help so you looked over at the gun and picked it up.

You didn’t know how to use a gun but you did know that when you pulled the trigger the bullet would come out. So you pointed it at the monster that was hurting your father and you pulled the trigger.

A load shot rang off the walls and startled you. John then pushed the dead wolf off of him and ran over to you.

“Are you ok?”

You were shaking and confused “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

John sighed and debated on telling you what that really was.

“DAD WERE THOSE THINGS?” You Said sobbing.

He pulled you into a hug and picked you up. He then sat on the couch with you in his lap.

No way I’m getting out of this one John thought. He sighed. The told you everything.

You were terrified and confused.

After a while you fell asleep in Johns lap. He put you to bed, cleaned up the mess and left.

You woke up the next morning looking for your father but he was nowhere to be found.

About a week later a package came in the mail you opened it and it was a journal from him telling you everything you needed to know about how to kill monsters. That was the last time you ever saw your father.

Seven years later

(YN)’s POV

Dammit! 

You just got off of your shift from the towns diner and you were running late to get home.

Mom is going to be so pissed.

Since your Mom didn’t work you had to find a job which was the dishwasher at the local diner. You were surprised that they would hire you considering that you were only 14 but life is full of surprises.

You ran down the street at full speed and took two right turns and one left and there was your house.

You were hoping that your mother wasn’t home but your luck seems to be running out lately because her car was in the driveway.

Crap

You took some deep breaths and walked through the front door.

Something was off. You could feel it. The TV wasn’t on like it normally is or the fresh smell of weed wasn’t was strong as it usually was. But mom could be upstairs with another guy like Ace or James but there was this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you different.

You pulled out your gun loaded with silver bullets and started to go though the house. Downstairs was clean. You slowly start to walk up the stairs to the second floor. She wasn’t in the bathroom or your bedroom. You took the risk of checking her room.  

You opened the door and you found her on the floor. Unmoving.

You walk over see a empty pill bottle in one hand and half a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.

She still hasn’t moved.

You bent down slowly and checked her pulse.

Nothing.

Your mother was dead.

Dean’s POV

“I don’t know man. There isn’t any activity out there.” Said Sam

“Well I guess that we got lucky then.” Dean said as he looked over at his brother.

Sam scoffed “Dean I’m fine. I don’t remember anything about being soulless or anything about hell. So you can stop worrying about me.”

“I’m sorry have you met me?” Dean said “ I just want you to be careful and not having any activity is good because people are safe and you have less of a chance of your wall breaking and leaving you a drooling mess on the floor.”

Sam rolled his eyes “Yeah, whatever”

Dean returned is concentration to the road. He was actually glad that he could have a day off and hopefully he could stop thinking about the world ending crap that was hanging over their heads.

Another hour passed then there was a vibration coming from the glove department.

“What’s that?” Asked Dean

“I think its one of dad’s old phones.” Said Sam while he was opening the glove department. He searched through the clutter until he found the phone.

He answered it.

“Hello?” Sam Said

“Hello is this John Winchester?” Said a woman on the other end with an annoying high pitched voice.

Sam look over at Dean.

What? Dean mouthed

They’re asking for Dad. Sam mouthed back.

What do they want? 

I don’t know 

“Sir are you still there?” Said the annoying woman on the phone.

“Yeah I’m still here.”

“Is this John Winchester?” She asked again.

“Umm... no this isn’t him.” Said Sam. Dean then took the phone out of his brothers hand and started to talk.

“Why do you need him?” Asked Dean

“Sorry sir I cannot tell you unless you are John Winchester or a relative” said the woman.

“I’m his son. Now who are you and why do you need my father?” Dean said angrily.

“Apologies. My name is Cindy with Bay Area Adoption Services in Mountain View, California.  I am calling regarding John Winchester’s daughter.”

Daughter?

“Umm last time I checked my father doesn’t have another kid.” Said Dean.

“Well he does. His name is on her birth certificate and there was a DNA test done when she was born and this was the only number listed to get in contact with him.”

Dean was confused. Dad had a daughter? He had a little sister? Why didn’t he tell me about her?

“Why do you need him? Did something happen?” Dean asked.

“Yes something happened but I cannot discuss that over the phone since I have no identification on who you are. If you want to talk about the situation then we are going to have to meet up.”

“Umm ok. Where do you want to meet up at?”

“Bay Area Adoption Services in Mountain View, California” Said Cindy

They were in Nevada which was about 11 hours until Mountain View.

“What time?”

...

“I can’t believe we are doing this.” Said Dean. He was starting to have second thoughts.

“Hey it’s our sister. It doesn’t hurt to be curious.” Said Sam

“Yeah but what if she is like Adam? Huh? What then?”

“What if she’s not?” Argued Sam

“Well-“ Dean was interrupted by Cindy walking through the door.

“Hello! You much be the Winchester brothers! It’s so nice to meet you!” Cindy Said.

God her voice is worse in person. Thought Dean.

“Yup that’s us.” Sam Said

“So I’ve gone over your identifications and you seem to fit the profiles.” Cindy Said too enthusiastically.

“Good” Said Dean

“So I’m thinking that you would like to know some things about your sister.”

“Yeah” Dean said

“Well (YN) is 14 and a straight A student in all honors classes. She is actually in a grade higher than she should be. She is a little shy but who can blame her for everything she’s been through.”

“Wait. Everything she’s been through?” Asked Dean

“Well she didn’t have a father figure in life and her mother was a alcoholic and a drug addict who was also abusive.  Since her mother was unemployed, (YN) had to work two jobs after school and on the weekends. So her life hasn’t been easy.”

“She was abused? Why didn’t you do anything about it?” Asked Sam

“Believe me we tried.” Said Cindy “But every time we went to inspect, her mother would hide things, so we had nothing to report. But we could tell after the incident that (YN) was a little relieved that she wasn’t around her anymore.”

“The incident?” Asked Dean

“(YN) came home from working at the local diner to find her mother dead on the floor.”

Sam and Dean shared a look.

“How exactly did her mother die?” Asked Sam

“Overdose on sleeping pills and alcohol.” Cindy stated. “Why?”

“Just curious” Said Dean

Poor kid 

“Okay... well would you like to meet (YN)?”

Cindy Asked.

“Why not” Dean Said with a slightly fake smile.

“Let me go get her.” Said Cindy happily.

(YN)’s POV

They pulled you out of breakfast to talk to someone who might be willing to adopt you. You’ve been here for three days now and all you wanted was to get the hell out of there. Lately you’ve been planning to get out and your pretty close to a almost foul proof plan.

Cindy took you into a room with 4 chairs and a table in the middle. It looked like an interrogation room. There were also two men. One was really tall with long, shaggy hair with puppy dog eyes. The other was slightly shorter with short, spiky hair and apple green eyes. Both were muscled and intimidating to you, considering that you were only 5’1.

“I’ll leave you three to talk to each other.” Cindy Said in her annoyingly high pitched voice.

She closed the door and there was an awkward silence that followed.

You walked over to the table and sat down in front of the two of them.  You stared at each other for a little while when the taller one that reminds you of a moose decided to break the ice.

“Hi. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” He Said as he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Umm hi. I’m (YN)” you said quietly, taking Sam’s hand.

You looked over at Dean to see if his hand was out to shake but it wasn’t so you just put your hand in your lap.

An awkward silence followed. “So...” you said trying release the tension in the room.

“So...” Said Dean

“Umm So where did you guys come from?” You Asked

“Northern Nevada” Sam said

“Huh. Isn’t that like 11 hours away or something?” You asked

“Yup” Dean said flatly. He looked bored. Like he didn’t want to be here but honestly neither did you.

A moment of silence followed. You kept looking around the room while wringing your hands, trying to think of a way to either break the silence or get out of there.

While you were looking around your necklace fell out of the collar of your shirt which had an anti possession symbol on it.

“What’s that?” Dean said pointing to your necklace.

You looked down and saw the necklace. “Oh umm it’s a charm that prevents possession.” You Said. Wow real smooth (YN). Now they might think that you worship Satan or something.

“Possession? Like demonic or...?” Dean questioned.

“Well yeah.” You Said.

“Huh. You believe that stuff?” Dean asked skeptically.

You looked at him in the eye. “Call me superstitious.”

Sam and Dean looked at you curiously.

These two know a lot more than they were letting on. The way that they looked at you and the way that Dean asked questions, they probably knew a thing or two about the supernatural world. You were going to ask them if they believed in the supernatural but the door suddenly opened and in walked Cindy “Well now that you’ve learned a little bit about each other I hope that the brothers have come to a conclusion.” She said hopefully while looking between you and the brothers.

“Umm...well... could we talk to you in private please:” Sam Said

“Of course! (YN) could you please come with me?”

“Yeah, sure” you said. You wanted to get out of there more than anything. You gave one last look over to the mysterious brothers who are supposedly from Nevada and you walked out.

Cindy took you to your temporary room and closed the door behind you.

Something was off about those two. I can feel it. I don’t want to stick around and find out. You decided to put your plan into action. You grabbed your backpack with your clothes, money and hunting supplies then opened your window. You were on the third floor so jumping wasn’t an option. You looked on both sides of the building noticing a fire escape a couple of feet away. The only way to get to that was to walk on the tiny ledge on the side of the building that couldn’t have been more than a foot wide. So your options were you could either go with those mysterious men who were demons or god knows what or walk down this ledge and more than likely fall and break a couple of bones. 

No competition.

You carefully put your foot on the ledge and grabbed onto the side of the building as best as you could. You started to shuffle over to carefully.  There was a large gust of wind that nearly made you topple over the edge but you quickly grabbed onto the edge of the fire escape. Breathing in a sigh of relief, you put one leg over the rail of the escape, then the other. You started to climb down the ladder until you reached the ground.

You ran down the alley and never looked back at the adoption center.

Deans POV

Cindy came back 3 minutes later.

“So have you boys come to a decision?” Cindy asked.

“Well...(YN) seems like a good kid but-” Sam tried to say but Dean interrupted him “Is there a way that we can wait on the adoption? So that we can have some time to think about this?” Sam gave is brother a look saying what are you doing?

“Of course. I can give you 24 hours to think this over. I understand your hesitation considering that adoption is a huge step in both yours and (YN)’s life.”

“Great. See you in 24 hours.” Dean said while walking out of the room.

Once the brothers were outside and in Baby, Sam had a million questions for his brother.

“What the hell Dean?”

“What?”

“You’re not seriously considering this, are you?” 

“Why not?” Dean asked

“Dean you know that this life isn’t for a kid, especially one who has barley lived their life.” Sam argued.

“Don’t you think that I know that? I’m not stupid Sam, I know how dangerous this life is, but you saw her necklace and she knew exactly what it represented. Maybe she already hunts.”

“Are you nuts Dean? She’s only 14. How could she hunt? With a fake badge? We both know that no one would buy that and not to mention that she didn’t have that look to her.”

“What look?”

“The look that every hunter has, the look of not having hope and the look of lose and pain.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. I think that she already knows about whats really in the dark and she more than likely knows how to kill almost every evil son of bitch that’s out there.” Dean said.

“We need proof Dean.” Sam said with a hint of annoyance.

“I know that. I’m still not even 100% about this yet but how about this, if we can’t find any proof in the next 24 hours then we drop it and let (YN) have a normal life and get adopted by a soccer mom or something, but if we do find any proof then we can take her and help her.  After all she is Dad’s kid, so if any monsters find out about that then we have to protect her. Deal?” Dean offered.

Sam sighed and looked out the window for a good minute before answering. “Deal”

(YN)’s  POV

You walked to the bus station and opened the door.  There weren’t that many people in there. There was a married couple arguing with the ticket agent about a refund, there was a frazzled mother and her crying child at the vending machines and there was a homeless man who was very dirty and sitting at one of the many benches.

You walked over to one of the counters to a ticket agent who looked bored and annoyed.  “Can I help you?” He said flatly. 

“Umm yeah I was hoping to buy a bus ticket.” You said

“Doesn’t everyone.” Said the man “And aren’t you a little young to be buying a bus ticket by yourself?”

You pulled out your wallet and handed the man a 20. “I don’t have to be.” You said.

The agent perked up and immediately took the money with a little too much force.  “Where to?”

“Whats your furthest route?” You asked.

“Hmm lemme see.” The man said while looking at his computer.  After about half a minute of listening to the man type he answered “Aspen, Colorado.”

“Perfect. How much?” 

“About $400.” 

Your mouth dropped open but you gotta do what you gotta do “Okay” You said while handing him the money. He counted the money out loud and when he was satisfied he pushed a button on the keyboard and a ticket printed out. He handed you the ticket. “The bus leaves here in about 5 hours.”

“Okay, thank you.” You stared to walk out but something crossed your mind. You need to cover your tracks because CPS will be looking for you and they would more than likely come here. So you turned around and walked back to the counter and pulled out a 50 and handed it to the man. “If anybody comes in here asking for me, tell them that I went to Southern California.”

The man gave you a look but took the money. “You betcha.”

You walked out of the building and you put the ticket into your left jacket pocket. You had time to kill and on your way here you saw a small diner. So you started to make your way to the diner.

...

You took a seat  at the back of the diner and sat in a chair facing away from the door. You ordered a bacon cheeseburger with extra fries and extra bacon with a cherry coke. While you were waiting for your food you heard a rumble of a car. You turned around and saw a beautiful black ‘67 Chevy Impala pulling into a parking spot.

Damn what I would kill to have that car

While you were admiring the car you didn’t see who was driving it.  When both of the front doors swung open the two men from the adoption center walked out and shut the doors.

Crap. What are they doing here?

You turned around and put on your hood on to cover your face.

I can’t leave now, they would notice me.

You tried to think of any escape routes other than the front door. The back door from the kitchen might work if you didn’t get caught which is a pretty big if. There might be a window in the bathroom but if there wasn’t then you would have to walk out and risk them seeing your face. You were trapped.

The bell above the door rung and Sam and Dean walked in and sat down at one of the tables in the middle. You moved your hair to try to cover your face more.

“What are you two fellas gonna get?” The waitress, Kacey, asked.

“I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and extra fries while my brother here will have a salad with extra tomatoes.”

“Ok. I’ll get that right out.” Kacey said in a cheery voice.

After a couple of minutes of listening to Sam and Dean argue about who was better, Jet Li or Chuck Norris, Kacey brought out your order.

“Would you like to have any condiments with that?΅

“Umm, some ketchup please.” You said quietly trying not to be heard by the brothers.

“Okay! Be out in a shake!” Kacey said while walking back to the kitchen.

Deans phone rang and he answered it. After another minute of waiting, Kacey walked out with the ketchup. She placed the bottle on the table and walked away. You put some by your fries and on your burger. When you were done you screwed the lid back on it and placed it on the edge of the table. Dean hung up the call and started to talk quietly with Sam. You reached for your drink and your arm bumped into the bottle which made it topple over the edge of the table. It broke with a crash.

Of course it had to be a glass bottle.

Everyone in the tiny diner looked at where the noise came from and looked straight at you. You looked up and saw the brothers staring at you. 

Uh oh

They shared a look, stood up and walked over to your table.

Crap what do I do?

They stood at the end of your table and stared down at you.

“Well hello (YN). Fancy meeting you here.” Dean said.

You tried to play it off cool. “I know. Isn’t it a small world?” You said with a nervous chuckle.

Dean crossed his arms while Sam arched is eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked while taking a seat across from you. Dean followed suit.

“Umm...eating?”

“Cute. He means why are you here instead of the adoption center?” Dean said

“Well... I went on a walk and got hungry and then I came here.” You said while scratching the back of your neck.

“Huh” Sam said, not buying a word you were saying,“Some walk. Considering that the adoption center just called us saying that you were missing.” Sam said.

You didn’t know what do say so you just looked down at your hands in your lap.

“Are you running away?” Dean asked

You looked back up at them. “If you want to call it that.”

“Why?” Dean asked while looking in your eyes.

“Because I don’t want to stick around here and I don’t want to get adopted.”

“Why not?” Sam asked while looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“Because I have very bad luck that follows me wherever I go. Believe me I’m saving you the trouble.” You said while popping a fry in your mouth.

“Bad luck like...” Sam pried

“Bad luck like getting people hurt or worse.” You said a little agitated.

“Is this about your mom?” Dean asked

You tensed when he said the word mom.

“No”

The brothers noticed you tense. “Are you sure?” Sam asked.

You let out an angry sigh “This has nothing to do with my mom. I hated her and I know what you are gonna say ‘Oh your just overreacting’ or some crap like that but I did and I still do.  She was a selfish bitch who only cared about drinking, drugs and sex. So could you please drop it.” You now had tears spilling down your face and you avoided eye contact with Sam and Dean.

Silence followed for about a minute then you wiped your face and got your self situated. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to blow up like that.”

“Hey its okay. Its understandable.” Sam said

You sniffled.

More awkward silence followed. You wanted to break the silence so you asked them a question. “So I’m just wondering, why did you guys come from Nevada for me?”

“Well we got a phone call from the agency telling us about you.” Dean said

“Why? Were you guys looking for someone to adopt or what?” You asked

Sam and Dean looked at each other then Dean spoke. “No but they were looking for our dad.”

“Why would they be looking for your dad?”

The brothers were quiet for a little bit, trying to find the right words.

“Who are you people?” You asked

“We told you.” Dean said

“Yeah you told me your first names and that’s it.”

Dean sighed “My name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam.”

“Winchester? Like John Winchester?” You asked

“You know him?” Dean asked

“Well yeah. He’s my dad.” You said it like it was obvious.

“Well... he’s our dad too.” Sam said

“What?!” You said. Dad had other kids? I had brothers?

“Hold on. Have you even met dad before?” Dean asked

“Once. About seven years ago.”

“What happened?”

You went quiet. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try us” Sam said

You sighed. “I was seven and it was a normal day. Mom was out and I was home alone when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and there stood Dad. We talked and hung out all day and when it was night I was ready to go to bed when...” you stopped yourself. If you told them what really happened then they would think that you are crazy.

“When what?” Dean asked

“When the door was kicked in and some... werewolves broke in.” You looked up at your brothers and they were staring at you.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”

“We never said we didn’t” Sam said calmly “What happened after that?”

You took a deep breath “Then they surrounded us while Dad got a gun out. The wolves were talking about how he didn’t seem to live up to his reputation. One snuck in and grabbed me from Dad.  It nearly bit me when dad killed the others and tackled the one who was holding me.  I saw his gun on the floor. picked it up and killed it. Then Dad told me about everything.”

Sam and Dean were quiet. 

“Then what happened?” Sam asked

“I woke up the next morning and he was gone. A week later he sent this in the mail.” You dug around in your bag when you finally found the old, leather bound journal that he sent to you all those years ago.

“This has taught me everything I know about hunting.” You said as you handed your brothers the journal.

Dean took it and flipped through the pages. “It’s in his handwriting.” He said to Sam.

Sam then took it from his brother and did the same as Dean. He handed it back to you.

Sam spoke “We have one like it.” He signaled Dean to get it out. Dean gave you a wary look but got it out and handed it to you. 

It looked just like yours but thicker and more worn.

“May I?” You asked

Dean and Sam nodded.

You flipped it open. You were hit with the smell of whiskey and ink. You flipped through the pages when a picture fell out. You picked it up and observed it. It was of a woman with a bright smile and blond hair hugging a little boy whose face was full of freckles and had bright green eyes.

You looked up at Dean and asked him “Is this you and your mom?”

“Yeah” He said with a hint of sadness

“She’s pretty.” You said as you handed him the photo and the journal.

“Thanks” He said.

“So, you hunt?” Sam said

“Yeah I do. Mostly ghosts and demons but there’s been a pack of werewolves or vamps here and there. I killed a ghoul and a witch once. That wasn’t very fun.” You told them.

They looked at you like you just grew two heads.

“By yourself?” Dean asked in shock.

“Yeah”

“But your only 14.” Sam said with the same amount of shock as his brother.

“And? Age is just a number. I know how to work a gun and I know how to kick some ass.” You said in a proud voice.

“When did you actually start to hunt?” Dean asked in a big brother voice.

“When I was 10. When I was younger I found cases and sent them to local hunters and now I hunt with cases that are near me.” You told them.

Dean shook his head while Sam’s mouth hung open.

“And another thing. How do I know if you are legit? You could be a ghoul or a shifter for all I know.”

Sam and Dean gave you a look but held out their arms for you to test. You looked around to make sure that no one was watching when you pulled out a small pocket knife made of silver and cut them both with it. When their skin didn’t sizzle you got out a flask that had a cross on the outside of it and poured it onto their skin. 

“Okay. Your turn.” Dean said.

You held out your arm and he did the same to you. When you were all satisfied you spoke. “Sorry I meant to do that earlier but I didn’t want you to think that I was trying to kill you or something.”

“We understand. It doesn’t hurt to be too careful.” Sam said with a smile.

Some time passed with silence.

“So what now?” You asked your brothers.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked

“Well I have two options. Option one is to take this bus ticket-” you pulled out the bus ticket you bought earlier “- or I could go with you guys.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other and had a silent conversation. 

“Look, I know that is a lot to ask of you guys. I mean your the infamous Winchester brothers who saved the world. You always have a world ending crisis on your plates and I get if this is too much. I can go on my way and if you like, we don’t have to talk to each other again. It’s your choice.”

They both looked at you like you were crazy.

“Would you quit hunting if you went on your own?” Dean asked

“No” You said

“Why not?” Sam asked

“Because you can’t just leave the hunting life. You can run and hide all you want but it will catch up to you. So I might as well embrace my future rather than fight it and get hurt.”

You had a point. Both Sam and Dean have tried to live normal lives but it didn’t work out and they didn’t want you to go through that pain that they went through. Although they didn’t want you to go through the pain of the hunting life, you had them to protect you. That much they knew.

After a while of thinking Dean stood up and Sam followed suit. They started to walk to the front of the diner. Dean turned around and said “You coming or not kid?”

A smile grew on your face. You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder while you threw some cash on the table and you walked towards your brothers.

Sam opened the back door of the impala for you and you slid in. Both brothers got in the front seat and Dean turned the key in the ignition which made the engine roar a beautiful sound. 

You pulled onto the highway that lead you down your new life and destiny.

The End

(Sorry if this sucked. It was my first story)

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | Drabble 3

Okay so...this is set the day after the MC meets Hoseok’s parents and is from Hoseok’s POV! So...it’s 2.3k so a bit of a long drabble (especially given how short the chapters of Flower are) but I suppose you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog if you liked it and leave me comments about what you thought about another venture into our leading man’s head!

You get to find out a bit more about Hoseok, his mindset, his past and his relationship with his mom here :D

This isn’t proof read at all btw lol

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Hoseok watches his mom carefully as she makes her way round the kitchen, the ingredients for her banana nutella pancakes laid out before her as she prepares to make him breakfast. It’s the day after he’d introduced you to them for the first time and you’re still upstairs, fast asleep in the double bed that had been his since he was sixteen.

Unsurprisingly, he’d gotten up long before you had. Over the course of your relationship so far, Hoseok had discovered that you could sleep forever if allowed whereas he quite liked to be up and about in the morning. Which was why he was up at only 8am on this fine Sunday morning.

Neither of you had intended to stay the night but by the time the movie you’d all been watching had finished, you’d been fast asleep against him and he’d been loath to make you wake up to travel all the way back to yours. So instead, with the permission of his parents, he’d taken you upstairs and carefully tucked you into bed before curling up beside you.

At the moment though, it was only him and his mom awake which was why she was indulging him with his childhood favourite. Licking at his lips, he takes a sip of the sweet, fresh apple juice and sighs softly to himself. There’s a lot of times he wishes he could go back and fix things with his parents when he’d been an ass to them.

He’d said a lot of things he hadn’t really meant, things that had been hurtful for the sole purpose of being hurtful because he was angry. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience raising him as a teenager and he was aware of that now, aware that he couldn’t change anything but it still made him feel guilty for what he’d put them through.

His parents had loved him despite whatever he’d thrown at them and he was just thankful now that they hadn’t thrown the towel in. That they’d persevered and given him chance after chance. It had taken him a while, but he’d finally opened up and taken that chance after years and now he was determined to not ruin things for them again.

They’d lost one child already, he didn’t want them to lose a second.

“Do you want me to cut them into Power Rangers?” She says suddenly and he realises he’s let his thoughts get away with him. Blinking rapidly, he processes what his mom says before laughing and shaking his head, remembering how she used to cut them for him back then. She’d gotten a special pancake...tin or whatever they were called to make him Power Ranger pancakes.

“I think I’m okay to just eat normal ones now mom. But thanks. Next time I feel like defeating Rita Repulsa, I’ll let you know.” It makes her laugh and he smiles at the sound, realising that you were completely right when you’d teasingly called him a mommy’s boy when you’d found out he called her every other day and talked for hours. You’d meant it in a positive way but it was true all the same.

There wasn’t a lot he wouldn’t do to make his mom happy. Not when he’d spent so long making her sad.

“Well, I’m just checking. You’ve not asked for banatella pancakes in a long time.” She turns round and hands him a plate piled high with pancakes, more cut bananas carefully placed atop the pile of extra Nutella that he loved so much. Banatella had been what he’d nicknamed them when he’d been like...six or something.

Hoseok shrugged, placing the plate down in front of him and picking up his fork. A careful bite has his mouth filly with fluffy, perfectly made pancakes that fill his mouth with sweetness. Humming happily, he tucks in and eats contentedly while his mom cleans up. He wants to protest her making this without making herself anything but she brings a bowl of muesli with fresh strawberries to the table and sits opposite him.

“I wasn’t expecting you both to stay the night.” She says, beginning the conversation as she takes a sip of her coffee. It’s black, like she always has it, and he’s always amazed that she can drink it like that.

“We weren’t gonna, obviously. But she gets tired very easily and gets a teeny bit grumpy if I wake her up. Didn’t think it was worth it.” Shrugging, he eats another mouthful and looks down at his plate.

“I peeked in at you both this morning, I’ll be honest. It was cute though. She was almost sprawled over the top of you.” His mom laughs lightly, her smile bright as she remembers and Hoseok can’t help but laugh in response.

“Yeah...she does that. There’s like zero concept of how to sleep next to someone ‘cos she’s never had to before. I don’t really mind, doesn’t wake me up. Except that time she accidentally punched me in the face in her sleep. Didn’t mean to, but I woke up to a sore jaw and her hand right there.” He snorts at the memory, fingers rubbing at his jaw as he gets a phantom pain.

“I think I’ve done that to your dad a few times so I guess you might expect it a little more.” The conversation dies down a little after that and the two of them just eat, the silence comfortable. But Hoseok has a question burning within him that he’s a little surprised about, a need to check that his mom likes you. That she approves.

He doesn’t want to say it though because he feels a bit stupid acting like that. At almost twenty-nine years old, he doesn’t need his parents approval anymore. But he’s spent a large portion of his life being an asshole to them and never doing anything right. So he has a need to make sure that he’s doing this right.

“You like her, right?” Mentally, he facepalms as he realises that he’s asked the question in the most childish and attention seeking way possible. There was even a little hint of whining in his voice, which he doesn’t even understand because why the hell would be whining about this? Maybe it’s because it’s his mom or something.

She pauses in her eating, looking at him intently and he resists the urge to fidget under her stare. That was a mom stare for sure and he feels like he’s done something bad. Like whenever she caught him smoking weed in his bedroom in high school or that time he’d had to hide a girl in his closet. 

He’d been a wild teenager, he admits this.

“Yes. I like her. And so does your dad. She’s very sweet and kind. A little shy and a little awkward like you said, but...she’s nice. I’ll admit, she’s not what I expected when you announced that you had a girlfriend you’ve been dating for longer than three weeks,” He pulls a face at that. “But I’m glad of that actually. You had some...dubious choices back then.”

“I think you mean that I was chronically allergic to the concept of a relationship and therefore only ever ‘dated’ girls had the same opinion as me.” That was a nice and polite way to put it, he thinks to himself proudly. Better than saying ‘I liked to stick my dick in women who had no expectations of a future’. 

Thinking back, he really was an asshole for years.

“You mean that you slept with women, you didn’t date them?” His mom says dryly, a brow raised in amusement at him as he sputters at her bluntness. Literally, there’s bits of pancakes everywhere now and he’d be embarrassed about that if he wasn’t mortified over the fact his own mother had just openly pointed out that she was highly aware of his previous sex life.

“Mom!” He whines, rubbing at his mouth to make sure there’s no residue and cleaning his lip ring. “Yes. That. we don’t talk about that anymore. That was a different Hoseok. He had...low standards. For everything apparently.”

“Well, I’m glad that you raised them with Y/N. She’s honestly lovely and if you were acting like how you used to act, then I’d say you don’t deserve her. But you’ve changed a lot and it’s very clear that you love her and want to try hard. And she obviously loves you too.” Playing with a piece of banana, he pokes his tongue into his cheek as he considers her words.

He knows you love him. You haven’t told him yet, but he knows. The level of trust and faith you’ve put into him to not hurt you was a little humbling and only part of why he was trying so hard with you. Hoseok’s past was filled with many women, sure, but he honestly believed it was because he’d just never found anyone he’d clicked with and wanted to be in a relationship with.

“This is going to sound incredibly sappy and I kind of want to sink into the floor just thinking the words. But it’s like I met her by pure chance when I wasn’t looking and she’s everything I wanted. I have to work a little, be incredibly understanding and slow with her but...I’ve never found someone that I want to try so hard with before. Even that first date, when I was just going along to give it a try and realised this girl is nothing like any other girl I’ve been with before, I knew that I’d found something worth keeping. She’s just...she’s not perfect. And she’d be the first to tell you that. But it’s like...I’ve never been so fascinated with someone, her mind goes a million miles a minute and I can barely keep up but she comes out with the most random shit and I love it. I don’t know what it is about her but...I found her by accident and I never wanted to let go once I did. God that was really lame, wasn’t it?” He cringes.

His mom is smiling so happily though and he realises that her eyes are glassy, causing him to whine once more as he realises he’s made her cry. Which is ridiculous, why is she crying?

“Why are you crying!” Hoseok protests, a little outraged that his incredibly soft words had made her cry but more worried about the fact he’d made her cry. What had he said to cause this?

“It’s nothing sweetheart,” She says, her voice strained as she reaches forward and grasps his hand. “It’s just...hearing you talk about her. I don’t think you realise just how much you love her really. Your face lights up and you get this smile. I spent a long time thinking that I’d never get to see you this happy, that you’d never settle but you didn’t just find someone to love. Hobi, my baby boy, I know you’ll roll your eyes at me but I really do think you’ve found your soulmate.”

Okay, she’s right. He does want to roll his eyes at her when she says that but he doesn’t. Because he can see how happy she is and how emotional she is to hear that he’s finally found the happiness and stability that he’d obviously been searching for for so long. He’s not an idiot. He recalls his therapy very well and he’s pretty convinced that he never settled for anyone before because he didn’t believe that he should just settle for someone he liked.

His sister never got the chance, so he should make sure that he found the one. Oh god, he’s being just as sappy and romantic as his mom now. She’s putting these thoughts into his head, that has to be it, he thinks to himself. But he doesn’t say it because she looks happy, and that’s all he wants.

“I’m not gonna say that’s cheesy. Okay no, it was definitely cheesy mom. But...I’m not gonna say no either. And I would like it if we could both just forget this conversation ever happened please. I feel very embarrassed right now and I know it’s fine for men to talk about their feelings but there’s talking about their feelings and then there’s talking about their feelings to their mom. I just...as long as you like her.” And now he’s gone awkward, causing his mom to laugh as she picks up his empty plate and places her equally empty bowl on top.

“Hey, hey, I can clean it! You made it, I’ll clean it.” He says insistently, standing to take them from her. But she simply shakes her head and gestures to him.

“Nope. You should go back up and wake her up for breakfast too. It’s fine, I’ve got it. You want to forget the conversation happened? Go bring her down for breakfast. Otherwise she’s going to hear all about how her big, tattooed and pierced boyfriend melted into ice cream talking about her.” He recognises that tone in her voice, the teasing one that’s edged with more than a little sarcasm.

Hoseok recognises it because he does it himself and he locks his jaw at realising he’s been outmaneuvered by his own mother. Not surprising really. She did give birth to him and all. So he does what any dutiful son would do in this moment and backs down at the threat. Before leaving though, he pauses in the kitchen doorway and points to her, eyes narrowed.

“For the record, I’m only going because we’re going somewhere today and she needs to get up. It has nothing to do with me telling you things. If you think it’d embarrass me, you’re totally wrong. I don’t know what woman wouldn’t like to hear that her ‘big, tattooed and pierced boyfriend’ was getting all mushy over them. So ner.” And with that, he does that very adult and mature thing of sticking his tongue out at her before leaving.

His moms laughter is sweet music to his ears as he climbs back up the stairs and he smiles in response.

[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 25A: Please Don't Give Up On Me

Billy's POV

Living without Cat was hard. It left an aching hole in my life that I tried desperately to fill. I studied constantly and got a job at a mechanic shop downtown to fill out my days and keep my hands busy. I'd flop down onto my bed after scarfing down dinner and pass out before I could start to dwell on the should of's, the could of's. But this weekend was important, it had been cleared in advance and was looming over me now.

Christmas.

I started to wish I had filled the time.

Saturday morning came and I groaned in protest of the sunlight suddenly streaming through the window. A thick layer of frost had covered everything, magnifying the sun as it shined through the window. Max beamed down at me, happy with herself after blinding me first thing in the morning.

"Wake up! Today's the day! Get out of bed, let's go!" She called, patting my cheek before running out of my room.

I stretched across the bed, a knot of anxiousness forming in my gut.

Today's the day.

As I got ready I remembered the day Steve and I had found her, bleeding out alone and I knew Steve would be drowning in the same anxiety I was. He probably hadn't slept at all.

Steve and I ran into the hospital frantically. We were stopped at a desk by a nurse.

"Please," I begged, "my girlfriend just came in. She slit her wrists, where is she?"

She typed on her computer for a moment and shook her head, "she's in surgery. Take a seat, I'll let you know when she's assigned a room. I just need your relation to her."

"Boyfriend," I repeated.

She eyed Steve, waiting.

"I was taking care of her."

"Are you family?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered for him, "he's her brother."

She raised an eyebrow but accepted the answer. Typed on her computer again and asked us to sit in the waiting area.

Minutes ticked into hours as we sat there. Cat's blood dried, flaking off our skin and stiffening our clothes.

We were eventually directed to a room by a different nurse, her kind eyes taking in our red, puffy ones and our stained clothes and gave us a sad smile before stepping out of our way. We walked into the room to see Cat lying in the middle of a stark white bed, her arms outstretched beside her and padded with thick white gauze. The bandages stretched from her wrist all the way up to her elbow.

Holding her together.

There were wires attached to machines that beeped quietly and tubes running into her arm and nose. Steve choked out a curse beside me and turned his face away from her. I felt like time stopped looking at her, my world narrowed down to her small frame and the steady beeping.

The nurse laid a slender hand on each of our shoulders, squeezing gently, "she's doing okay now, boys. You called us just in time."

"What's going to happen to her?" I murmured.

"Well, sweetie, she lost a lot of blood so she might not wake up just quite yet. We'll be admitting her to the psychiatric unit for a few days."

Steve cleared his throat, "she's staying here?"

"Yes. Involuntary for the first couple days and then we'll see."

Steve caught my eye and I shook my head, just slightly, knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't listen, just blurted out, "she doesn't eat...and this isn't the first time that, that she's...she's really sick."

I shot Steve a glare as the nurse gave his shoulder a squeeze, "it's okay hun, we know. The doctors put in a feeding tube after she stabilized. We'll be recommending she stay and enter a rehab program."

"Can you make her do that?" Steve asked at the same time as I asked "how long would that be?"

The nurse gave us a smile and took her hands off our shoulders, "we can't force her, we can just recommend it and see what her mother says and it would take as long as she needs. Some people need a month, some people need more time before they can go back home."

Shortly after, the nurse left us to sit with Cat, one of us on either side of her bed holding her hands. We sat there, silent tears running down our cheeks until Cat finally woke up, her eyes slowly sliding open to find us staring at her.

"Hmm? B..? Stevie..?"

My voice hitched in my throat as I clutched at her hand, "hey..hey, Baby."

Steve was tense on the other side of her, his eyes glazed with angry tears and his chin wobbling despite him clenching.

She looked at both of us and our stained hands and clothes and knotted her eyebrows together, "where..? What..?"

"You're in the hospital, Baby," I explained, "your mom's on her way home, should be here tomorrow."

" But.." she started, looking tired and confused.

" I called when we found you," Steve ground out, "they're admitting you. I'll tell your mom to admit you."

And I couldn't blame Steve for being angry. I was just as angry.

Cat regarded him with a tight smile, her chin wavering as her eyes darkened, "it's okay, Steve."

I knew it wasn't okay, knew Cat well enough to know that she was throwing up walls, feeling betrayed by her best friend. I also knew it was for the best, even if she was mad at Steve right now. He was the stronger of the two of us, sacrificing their friendship to keep her alive. I wouldn't have been able to do that and I'd forever be grateful to him for having the resolve to stand firm, to say enough is enough. I could tell with the way that Steve's shoulders tightened at the lack of her using his nickname that he also knew she wasn't happy.

He squeezed her hand gently before clearing his throat and standing up. "I just...I'll be back."

He left us alone there, the beeping of machines seeming to echo louder. I laid my forehead on Cat's hip and let out a shuddering sigh. It felt like there was a large fissure where my heart was supposed to be, an aching gap in my chest that left me breathless.

"I thought you were dead, I thought...don't leave me.." I pleaded, twisting my fist in her blankets as I started sobbing, "please, please don't, don't leave me.."

Cat laid a gentle hand on the top of my head, softly shushing me as she ran her hand through my hair.

"I...I can't, please, please you can't, can't leave me too," I choked.

Something broke in me as I sobbed, something that I had been hiding for a long time and suddenly I was crying out my whole life as I begged Cat not to leave. I cried for my mom, running away in the middle of the night to escape Neil. I cried for the boy who was left behind to be beaten and broken, for the boy who didn't get saved, who lost his childhood, his innocence. And I cried for Cat, the only good part of my life. The girl who was so broken in a different way, who was beaten down by her own mind, who had everything stolen from her. The girl who had set her own problems aside to lift me up until she couldn't hold herself up anymore. Cat held onto me as much as she could, letting me cry until there was nothing left, her hands never leaving me.

"We could leave," I mumbled.

"What?"

I looked up at her, sniffing and wiping my face, "we could leave. Pack a bag and drive away. We can drive away and never look back, I have a little bit of money from the pool. We can get a shitty apartment somewhere, I'll work and take care of you," I rambled, my heart pounding, "put all our problems behind us and just leave..please? What do you think? Would you be happy?"

Cat's face softened, a wistful sadness taking over, "B..." she reached out a hand to cup the side of my face and gentled my head into her shoulder, wrapping her arms around my back, "I..."

I wiped my face quickly when I heard Steve clear his throat from the doorway, his eyes red and puffy with Hopper standing tall behind his shoulder. "Hopper needs to talk to you, Billy."

Max interrupted my thoughts, barreling into my room, "you ready yet? We gotta go! We still need to pick up Steve!"

I regarded my sister with a warm smile, her excitement leaking out and calming my nerves a little bit, "yeah, Max, I'm ready. Grab your coat."

We'd gotten closer since Cat had been gone, Max tried hard to diffuse situations between Neil and I. It didn't always work, but having my sister on my side helped my spirits at least. Sometimes after a fight, her and I would hop in the Camaro and drive around. We'd stop at the gas station for a couple snacks, listen to music way too loud or just talk. I kept helping Max with her homework and she was doing really well in her classes now.

And Steve and I had become closer too. Sometimes if I didn't drive off with Max I'd pull up to his house and we'd spend the night drinking together. All of us even started having movie nights with the rest of the twerps. Steve loved taking care of those kids and even though they could be annoying, they weren't so bad.

After picking up Steve, I started to think about my conversation with Hopper while driving down the road.

"Son," Hop's voice was deep and soothing, "I just need your side of the story. Then I'll sit here and watch her so you boys can go get cleaned up and rest."

I told Hop everything, ground my teeth when I started to get emotional and eventually laid Cat's story out to him. By the end of it, I was quaking, just barely holding myself together.

Hop laid a large hand on my shoulder, "she'll be okay, son. I'll make sure of it."

That was the final straw for me, my face crumpled and I fell forward into his warm shoulder, clenching my teeth as I wept. He made a shocked noise and took a moment before awkwardly wrapping an arm around my back and patting it. He was warm and gentle, like a father should be. He didn't take a crack at me for being a pussy, a faggot, he just let me cry and told me it would be okay. I wished that I could have had a father like him instead and that broke me more.

After a while of letting me cry, Hop grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to stand on my own, looking down at me with understanding, "it's okay, son. Go on home now, get yourselves cleaned up, you hear me?"

I nodded and let out a puff of air, getting myself back together. "Oh, and Billy," Hop started, "she can't run away from this. She's gunna get the help she needs, but not if she runs away."

My stomach twisted, I knew he was right, I had just hoped for something better, "yes sir."

Steve and I went home and didn't talk for a couple of days. I came back with Max to see Cat the next day when her mom got back to town but after that she was under lock down, no visitors. At the end of the hold we were allowed back for a visit, at the end of which we were told Cat was going into the rehab program and would be transferred to the city a couple hours away. Better program they said. It didn't make it any easier, saying goodbye to her.

Those final few minutes with her were the worst few minutes of my life. I didn't want to let her go, even though I knew this was her only chance.

"Can I drive with her?"

The doctor shook her head, "I'm sorry. We'll be transporting her by ambulance."

I clutched Cat tighter, buried my nose in her hair. She had cried herself out, gone completely numb against my chest. I finally pulled away from her with a heavy sigh.

Her eyes looked hollow when they led her away.

Cat called a couple days later, after getting settled.

"Baby," I sighed, "when can we come see you?"

"B, they said I can't have any visitors for at least the first month."

My stomach lurched, "fuck. Are you fucking serious? I can't see you for a month?"

Cat's voice wavered, "I'm sorry, B. I'll phone whenever I can though."

I grit my teeth and growled, "it's okay, Cat. Just tell me when I can come see you. Get better, okay?"

"I will."

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The next phone call from her was a week later. We spent a while talking about how we were doing and how Max and I were dying to go see her. Cat told me a little about her program but didn't go into much detail, just said it was difficult but she was trying. There was something on Cat's mind, I could tell by her silences, the way she seemed preoccupied while talking to me.

"Hey," I murmured, "what's going on? You seem spacey."

She paused and sighed before answering, "is Steve okay?"

Steve, it was always Steve now. He was no longer Stevie.

"Yeah," I soothed, "yeah, he's good. I just saw him yesterday, we've been together a lot. Took everything pretty hard but he's okay."

"Good, that's good," she breathed, "hey, my time's up, I gotta go. Tell him I'm not mad at him, will you? Love you, B."

"I will, love you, Cat."

I looked at Steve, chewing on his lip in the passenger seat of my car, he was getting more nervous the closer to the city we got.

"Harrington. You're gunna chew your fucking lip off," I joked, trying to ease his nerves.

"Hmm?" He looked at me and released his lip from between his teeth, it was bright red where he had ripped skin open, "shit. Nervous."

Cat didn't know Steve was coming with me, they still hadn't spoke since the hospital. I wanted to surprise her by convincing Steve to come see her. Steve had confessed to me one drunken night how guilty he felt, how heavily everything was weighing on his chest. That he blames himself for not noticing something was wrong when he saw Cat at that party and for not being enough to help her get better. I'd shared my guilt with him, told him that I shouldn't have taken so long to get there. That I should have known, should have been able to help her more. But we couldn't go back, couldn't change what happened and I tried my best to tell Steve it wasn't his fault.

I don't think I was very convincing.

"Why?" Max asked from the back seat.

Steve sighed, "I just..don't think she wants me around."

"Of course she does, she's excited to see you," I lied, not looking away from the road.

In reality, I didn't know. Maybe Steve would be right and she'd curse him out for not letting her die on the bathroom floor. Or Steve might scream at her for trying to leave us. Maybe that was something a friendship couldn't come back from.

That seemed to settle him a little, at least enough that he stopped trying to chew his lip off as we entered the city.

@charmed-asylum

[starlithan]

I Promise

Part 2

Siren Jisung/ Reader (ft. Choi San ATEEZ)

Word Count:3628 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Han gets in a lot of trouble by being found out with a human, the punishment for a price devastates him but he has to do anything to know who he was 

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Part 2:

Y/n’s POV;

Han  really left in a hurry didn't he, he looked scared for a minute, nah maybe I'm just jumping ahead of things, “Darong-ah come here” i said but the cat smoothly ignored me “Daron-ahah come on I'm bored” i pouted but got the same reaction, she's done with me, I sighed and got off my bed, and scanned my room for something fun I could do, but nope .

“Fine your not gonna play with me then imma go find someone else” I said and made my way to the door, but she just meowed on my face, as soon as I got out of the door the cold air hit my face, I glanced up at the sky to see black clouds “I guess it's probably gonna rain” I sighed.

“Chicken I wanna eat chicken” I said, mouth drooling, stomach grumbling 

“CHECK OUT THIS JEWELRY, FRESHLY FROM SEOUL” the old woman said, a stall in front of her, I glanced around but saw no one “yes you young lady I'm talking to you” she said pointing at me, i went to her, “look at these” she said pointing at all the jewelry, but my heart was begging for chicken not jewelry I pout looking at all the beautiful rings, one caught my eye, I bent a little down to examine it “what's this?” i asked picking it up “its couple mismatch items, the ring is for the men and the necklace is for the female” she said, the ring was a beautiful blue with a fish painted on it in white it suddenly reminded me of Han , the necklace had a silver chain with a water droplet “I'll take these”

“Welcome” said the voice cleaning the counter “hey” I simply said, the voice looked at me and smiled “Y/n What brings you here?” San said coming my way and leading me to the table “well I was craving for some chicken so I thought id stop by” he smiled “well you came to the right place what can I get you” he said taking out his notebook “I don't know something spicy” I said to which he nodded “be right back” and then he left.

“Oh the girl from the beach” the old lady said and sat down, I got up and bowed to her, she smiled but then she had a serious face on “where did you get that?” she asked pointing at my hand, but I didn't see anything “I'm sorry?” I said, she gestured me to sit down, I did as she said “Give me your hand child” she said and I gave her my  hand. She carefully examined it and said, “I can see a siren mark on your hand… you saw a siren, didn't you?” she asked, I nodded, “my child there's something I have to tell you” she said “ kay its here I hope you enjoy…. GranGran when did you come” San said setting the plate of chicken in front of me, San’s Grandmother got up “well I just got here I'm gonna go now” she said patting San’s shoulder, “wait but..” before I could say anything she brought her finger to her lips motioning me to stay quiet, and then she left, “What were you and granny talking about?” San said looking like a lost puppy, i just shook my head

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Han ’s POV:

I sat in the cave, thinking of all the possible ways he's gonna punish me lets go through the options

He’s gonna leave me with the sharks

He’s gonna make me kill a siren 

Last but not least, kill all the sirens and lay their bodies in front of me

“Get up.. Were going somewhere ”my uncle came in not looking at me, leave me to the sharks it is then, I got up and followed him to my doom, we kept swimming and swimming

“I mean the sea is beautiful, and you must have other sirens who love you right?” 

Y/n’s words came to my mind, if she would have seen all the things I saw, and been through all the things I've been through, I'm sure the words sea and beauty would never cross paths, the way we were still going on, I felt like it's definitely not the first option,

We finally came to a halt in front of a cave, two merman's were guarding it , my uncle whispered something in their ear and they stepped aside letting us through, I just stood there, What is he planning to do?, “what are you waiting for?... we don't have all day” he said, i followed him in, the cave was filled with a lot of bottles, two eels were sitting in a cage, glaring at me, i shivered a little.

“Well well” said the voice, it was coming from a dark place. I couldn't quite make it out who it was. “Welcome, welcome to my humble home” the voice said when it came into the light I realized who it was.

The sea witch

She gave me a smile, “You came on the right time, I just finished the potion” she said going near a bottle “Potion?” I looked at my uncle, asking for some explanation, he nodded 

‘Well after the disaster you did I made a plan to keep our existence hidden from the humans … this potion” he said taking the potion from the sea witches hands “well give you legs for 20 days” he said putting a hand on my shoulder “and you have to make her fall for you, bring her to the sea and then dispose of her” he said, hearing that my heartbeat stopped “WHAT! NO NEVER, I WON'T DO IT” i said moving back a little.

The sea witch laughed “I can read the deepest desires of a siren my child you long to know what happened to you, the life you can't remember, and of course your legs” she said coming near me “this could give you everything, you can get your legs for 20  days and the time you kill her the water will return your memories ”she said then she placed her hand on my arm “and this is a small explanation of what I'm talking about”

“Han, dinners ready?” 

“I'll be there in a minute mom”

Voices, I heard voices of my past 

“Surely that girl doesn't mean as much as this” said my uncle 

“Tell me you'll do it..SAY IT” he said and I nodded, this is what I've been looking for since forever, who I was, what I was, I nodded again

“I'll do it” I said the sea witch came near me “good now drink this” she said giving me the small bottle i drank it, i felt this weird pain in my chest, my vision started to blur, “YES YESSS” 

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Y/n’s POV:

It's late shit I overslept

I jolted up, and out of the bed looking at the time it's half past midnight, Han  might be waiting, but then again he made me wait last night too.

I quickly got up and ran to the beach, but he wasn't there “great I'm the one whos always early” I said sighing in frustration “ahhh” I heard a voice “is someone there” I said walking towards the voice, I saw a man seminude on the beach he was covered with a shawl a blue one “Y/N FOR ONCE FOCUS” I said and head towards him “sir are you okay” when I got near him I didn't expect to see what I just saw,

“Han !?”

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“He's not dead is he?” I say looking at my cat for answers but she just stares at Han , “probably not?” I look at him, he still looks amazing even as a human, but how did he become a human? I look at his legs, how long was he there, Y/n ask him when he gets up don't overreact i told myself.

I slowly touched his hands and they were freezing, “Darong I'm gonna go make him some soup, make sure you don't eat him up okay, he's not fish okay?” I say laughing, she glares at me and I go make some soup.

Flashback:

“I'm scared” I whisper to myself, I was terrified of lightning, when I was little, I squeeze my plushie hard against my chest, and get of my bed and head out, our house was very big like a mansion, I walk through the halls, jumping at every single sound of lightning that got to my ears

*knock knock*

“Who is it?” The door opened revealing Minho as he glanced down to see me face wet with tears, his eyes shot open and he bends down to my level. I wasn't that smaller than him by age but by height yes I was at that time.

He looked around and heard the thunder roaring “is it the thunder?...I'm so sorry I didn't hear it” he said, wiping my tears away.'' Come in” he said and I followed him in, every time lightning struck I used to go to Minho.

He tucked me in “do you want me to sing for you, or a story” I sniff a few times and clear my throat “a story, you sing for me every time” I said, he laughs and nods “hmmm let me think” he said going deep in thought.

“Oh I know the forest prince and the flower”, with that he told me the story of how much friendship the flower girl had with the prince but then one day, he has to leave, after he left the flower has to go through many hardships, hardships that the seasons put on her and finally when winter came it took her away, when the prince came back he was devastated to see the flower gone, but in the end he got to know that she was there, even through the hardships, waiting 

“So do you get what I wanna tell you?” he asked, waking me up “no” I say as I shake my head “I wanted to tell you that story, so that you know, through any hardship I'll be there waiting for you to lean on me on your bad days” he pinches my nose, smiling “and I'll be there for you too”

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Han ’s Pov;

 I wake up to see a weird creature glaring at me as if I'm food 

Ahhh my old enemy 

Cats.

Where the heck am I?, look at my tail-, feet I have feet, I smile and move them a little, so this is what it feels like. I glance up to see a girl in- I don't know what that place is or where I am but she's.. Her heart glows a mixture of yellow and blue.

Its Y/n 

So she found me huh?

What's making her so sad, yet so happy at the same time 

I tilt my head a little.. How am I gonna make her fall for me? I guess- bite someone just bite me “AHH” I screamed in pain

“Han, you okay?, Darong bad, bad kitty” she says as she gets that thing off of me, she puts the cat away and sits back down “Hey” she says, worried, but i just stare at her, she looks completely different in the moonlight and this light, beautiful.

I shake my head Han  focus, focus “How did you..? No how are you feeling?” she asks looking at me and then at my legs and then back at me “I'm fine and i have no idea how I became like this, I just woke up and hear I am” I said looking at my legs, I perfectly knew why I was here, I was here to kill her, when i said that I saw my heart glow … blue

“I'll bring you soup” she said and got up, but I was too shocked seeing my heart, sirens aren't supposed to have hearts, the spell was to just give me legs not a heart “here” she said bringing a bowl of that thing called ‘soup’, I took a sip it was warm and it had a good taste “so this is soup” I said examining the bowl in front of me, she smiled “yess now that your here, well do many human activities, just like you wanted to” she said, and I just looked at her “hmm” i said, how the hell am i gonna make her fall for me, I thought 

“what is this place?” I asked “its a house, you haven't seen a house?” she tilts her head confused “I'm sorry but there aren't a lot of houses under water”

“Oh yeah sorry I - you should sleep” she said getting up, “wait-”

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Y/n’s POV:

“Wait-” I feel a pull and then suddenly my face is inches from Han , my heart starts to race, and I feel my face burning up “w-what?” I ask he takes a minute to look at every single coroner of my face “some clothes” he said and then lets me go, I blink a few times and pick up the clothes I placed on the sofa earlier “umm this is my brothers old shorts I don't know how it got here but in the meantime you can wear this I'll go get some clothes” and then I get up to get some clothes.

“Our lips were this close” i say face burning up, Y/n clothes focus on the clothes, where in the world am i gonna get him clothes his size all my clothes are short, i had Minho’s clothes with me but they're probably too short now.

*ding dong*

Who the hell is it this late.

“I got to find clothes first” I say as I look all around ,fight, was someone fighting, i got out my room to see two men on the ground, trying to strangle each other,

“San!! Han, stop it” I say they both look at me and then look at each other “Y/n? You're okay? Right?” asked San, ''I found this man in your house did he hurt you?”

“No he-” I stop and look at Han  “he's my cousin, Han , he was robbed and has nowhere to go” I say, Y/n you could have done better than that, San looks down at Han , then back up at me “okay” he says as he gets off of him “I'm sorry” he helps Han  get up “No problem” Han  says as he gives me a ‘well done’ look.

“He probably doesn't have clothes, to make it up I'll bring some from my place, he's probably my size” he said, I nod “he doesn't umm, what are you doing here thou” I ask 

“Oh you left your wallet at our restaurant, I found it just now, I'm sorry I came this late” he said bowing down and giving me my wallet “you can check if the money is still there” he says “why should I your my friend, I know you, don't be silly” hearing that he smiles and leaves to get clothes.

“He's smitten,” Han  says as soon as the door closes, I look at him “What?” I ask turning around to see he was eating an apple, which he took from the fridge, he was sitting on the counter  “he likes you” he said, not looking very happy about it “no he does not” I say, l laugh it off “he does trust me” he says as he gets off the counter, he comes near me, close, close again “better be cautious sweetheart” he said as he smiled and took a bite.

San’s POV:

I tip toe into my house, not to wake up halmonie or shell, kick me out at this point, I slowly walk to my room and turn on the lights “okay I might have extra clothes here” I said and walked to my wardrobe, I skim through all the clothes “why are all these blacks” I said sighing a little, “whelp then I don't have much choice”  I take a bag out from the top shelf when a box falls down.

“What's that?” I bend down to pick the box up, I sit on my bed and open it up, picture, it was a box filled with pictures, of me and my mom and dad, I miss dad, we were such a perfect family before he died, I smiled looking at my little self smiling, so carefree, I pick up the next pic in which I stand next to mom as she hugs me, a tear slips down my face, at the memory of how I begged her to not leave. “Choi San, it's all in the past, put them away” I told myself. 

I put all the things in the bag and got up, before heading out I checked on halmonie, I smiled looking at her sleep, she's always been there, with that I went out to deliver these clothes to Y/n, I was really gonna kill him if he was not her cousin, is he, come on Y/n wont lie to me, right?.

San snap out of it, it's been a few days since she became a part of this town but I feel like, she's been here since forever, she’s the first person after halmonie that I opened up too, the first person that feel at home with, I smile at the thought of how someone can make you feel so happy yet so sad at the same time

I knock on the door and Y/n opens the door “San” she says as she smiles, I like the way she says my name with such happiness, I smile “here you go, clothes for your cousin” I say as I hand her the clothes, she takes them slowly “and if you need anything you know where to find me” she nods, with the biggest smile, before my heart just melts “i-i'll go then” I say slowly walking away “wait” she says 

“Thank you so much for the clothes San”

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“Thank you so much for the clothes San” I said as, we both said our goodbyes and I closed the door “here you go the clothes” I handed Han  the clothes “you can sleep here on the sofa, get some rest, and if you need me I'll be in that room over there” I point at my room which was at the end of the hall

“Good night!” I say as I head toward my room, to get some shut eye

Han’s POV:

“Good night” she said as she went into her room, “Good night” I whisper more to myself, I look at the bag of clothes that guy...San gave me I unzipped it and saw that all of them were black, every single one of them, I'm not complaining i like it, I put on those clothes and then sat on what they called a sofa, “hmm comfy” i jump a little then hear a little sound, I glance to see that creature in front of me sitting and staring, I put my legs on the sofa, and try to shoo it away, can't believe she left this predator hear with me “shoo shoo go away you” I say but it just stays there, well fine then stay there, I look at the necklace in my neck, it was a small veil with water in it, salt water.

Before becoming a human:

“Wear this,” the sea witch said, giving me a necklace, “what's this?” I say as I take the veil in my hand and turn it around “think of it as an hourglass, when the water in that veil finishes up your times up, you'll become a siren again, until that is if you compete your mission” I look at it, “it also has incredible healing powers” she said and I put it on

Recent Time:

Up till now the veil was full, I got to complete my mission swiftly, but it already feels hard, what if i fail, what if she finds out, what if time runs out quickly

I take a deep breath inn 

Han  for now let's just rest, and don't get too attached, you're a siren deep down, I'm doing this all for my past. Remember that.

With that I don't know when I slept 

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The smell of something delicious wakes me up, I open my eyes to see Y/n setting something on the table, I think that's what it's called meow, I look down to see the cat in my feet, hmm that means you didn’t eat me, even though that’s impossible.

“Good morning” she said smiling at me “breakfast is made you can go wash up and change, have breakfast” she said and I nodded , i got up to get changed.

Y/n POV:

“What's this? It tastes….nice” Han  said looking at the scrambled eggs in front of them “scrambled eggs” I said looking at him then back at my plate, “indeed you were right, human seasoning are amazing” he said and i laughed.

 “this is my favorite human food” he said finishing his 5th plate of scrambled eggs, “yeah right wait till you taste other exquisite foods, they'll blow your siren mind away” I said laughing, I put the plates in the washer and Han smirks “what's that face for?” I ask as I wash the dishes “well..” he starts, getting up from the chair and standing next to me, back against the counter “I was thinking if you could take me outside to … you know see the town, maybe, please” he said, pouting a little cute, I put the plates down “fine” I said putting the plates down

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[supernatural7543]

loki x reader pt 4

warnings. there is blood and abuse in this as well as suicidal tendencies such as cutting. please read at your own risk. also sorry for the super late update i have been kinda busy. i hope you like it :) Loki’s POV

He heard a small knock, barely audible but still there. He stood and opened the door to see Y/N. something was wrong. “C-can I c-come in?” she asked. Y/N sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Loki nodded and she came in. She went to sit on a chair but loki stopped her and gestured to the bed. Y/N went and sat down and loki crouched in front of her.   “Y/N what's wrong?” she shuddered and loki realized that she was crying. He stood and closed the door before returning to crouching in front of her. “ I looked up my brothers today.” she said quietly. Loki’s face turned from concerned to slightly surprised for a split second. He didn’t even know she had brothers.  “The internet said that they ar- were fugitives and… they… died.” Loki moved to sit next to her. She continued “ so I called an old friend… and he said that they weren’t dead… they were just under the radar. I think they might be looking for me.” Y/N looked at loki and he nearly started to cry after seeing her tear streaked face.  He hugged her and, to his surprise, she hugged him back. She fell asleep holding him and he moved her to her own room.Your POV You woke up in your room and looked around. You didn’t remember how you got to your room but you pieced it together easily. You got dressed and went to get some breakfast. You saw Loki, Tony, Steve, Nat, Clint, Banner, and thor. You had a question and figured tony would be the best one to answer that. “Hey Tony?” you called as you made your way over to the fridge. He looked at you in surprise “are you still getting those phone calls? The ones asking about me?” you asked, turning to him. He sat speechless before answering “Yeah why?” you grabbed a soda from the fridge and looked to him “next time they call give the phone to me.” everyone’s face but Loki's had a mixture of surprise, fear, and concern. “ why do you want to do that?!” tony exclaimed. You sat down across from him and opened your drink. “I just want to talk to them.'' Tony tried to take a step towards you but you whipped out a gun and pointed it at him, not even looking up from the book you had opened. “ just cause I’m talking to you does NOT mean we are best buddies now m’kay? Now sit that ass back down before I blow it off.” you said finally looking up bored. Tony slowly sat down and you put the gun away. “ why do you want to talk to them Y/N?” Tony asked. “I am just curious what they want from me.” you responded “if they call just patch them through to the phone in my room.” with that you walked off. About an hour later you heard a knock at the door you walked over and opened it to see Loki. “May I come in?” he asked politely. You nodded and he walked in. Just then your phone rang and you raced over and picked it up “ please don't hang up!” the voice on the other side said urgently. You put the phone on speaker while Loki closed and locked the door. “Please we need to speak to Y/N!” the voice said again. You knew the voice, it was Sam. Loki took the phone and asked, “ What do you want with her?” you quickly snatched the phone from him and glared at him. “Sir please we just want to talk to her” Sam said “Please don’t hang up” loki piped up “how did you get this number?” you looked at him. Man he was good at asking questions. “Her mom gave it to us, please let us talk to her.” Sam said you could hear dean on the other side asking questions “what are they saying sammy?” you grinned and whispered into loki’s ear he nodded and said “turn on your speaker please.” he looked at you and you nodded. “OK you are on speaker on our side” Sam said. You took the phone and said “ don’t worry samsquach I’m not going anywhere.” you heard a sigh of relief on the other side and then Dean's voice. “ where are you? We called Lily but she said you had been taken by some strangers and that she tried everything she could but they refused to let you go.” you scowled at the mention of the woman who abused you most of your life. liar you thought she didn’t do jack shit. “Who is with you?” you thought for a moment before responding “A god.”  you heard whispers and then sam “WHAT?!?” you sighed “ you heard me. Don’t worry I’m safe” you turned to loki and said “ can you go grab me a soda or something?” he nodded then grinned “As you wish” he winked and left and you laughed. “What the HELL was that?!” dean yelled “ did he just quote princess bride?!” you laughed “yeah. He’s nice” loki came back and gave you a cup of water. “We are out of the soda you like.” he said sadly “thanks '' you said he nodded and then looked at your arm. You had completely forgotten about all the cuts. “ go grab the first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.” you said. He came back and said“ Take off your shirt.” you went to take off the jacket “NO!” you heard your brothers yell “Y/N DON’T YOU DARE DO THAT!” you sighed “ it's fine he's just helping me with some cuts.” you took off your shirt and Loki started to apply some cleaning alcohol. “ Where did you get cuts?” Sam asked quietly. You were quick to respond “Mostly Lily.”  Loki looked at you in surprise and you could hear Dean getting his gun “ dean NO”  sam said causing you to chuckle slightly. “Listen    Y/N can you tell us where you are?” you looked at Loki but his face was like stone and showed no emotions. You thought for a moment, if they came they would kill loki. You couldn’t let that happen. “ Sam, I don’t think that is such a good Idea.” “why not?” “it's just not safe I-I’ll send a friend to get you or something okay its just… yeah. B-bye sammy.” with that you hung up tears were streaming down your face and you hugged Loki, clutching on to him for dear life. He stood with you and led you down stairs. The avengers saw you, arms folded. You were still wearing a tank top from when loki cleaned your cuts, which were now fully visible, some still bleeding. They saw the cuts, the tears, and the blood. Nat was the first one to you and Tony was the first to loki. They pulled you both away from each other. Nat rushed you off to the infirmary. You pulled off your tank top revealing many more cuts littering your body. Nat started to talk to you but you weren’t listening. “Hey...hey..hey...hey!” you looked up “did he do this to you?” Nat asked “who?” you asked nat looked at you like you were crazy “ who else? Loki! Did he do this to you?” your eyes widened “N-No no h-he didn’t i-it was…” you paused you didn’t know what to tell her, that you did it? That it was lily? Or that it was both? “N-no one. No one did this okay?” you looked at her. Nat could see the fear in your eyes. She could see the pain. She nodded and gave you your tank top “ okay I am going to go get your hoodie I’ll be back in a minute.” with that she left the room. You sat there with your tank top on. You stood and walked over to the window. You looked out at the bustling city you leaned against the window and slid down into a sitting position. You pulled your knees up against your chest and put your head on them. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. You felt a hand on your shoulder and glanced up, Nat handed you the hoodie and you slipped it on “ I'm going to get you some water okay?” she left again. You waited a moment to make sure that she was gone then stood and quickly left. You climbed to the top of the building and sat. you found a perfect spot that went into the building like a small cave. It shielded you from rain and could hide you if you wanted but also gave you a great view of the city. There was even enough room for two people. You closed your eyes. It had started to rain. You breathed in the scent of the rain on concrete. What the hell? Why not.  you thought. You took a deep breath oh the amazing archangel gabriel…......fuck this. Gabe? I-I really need you. I’m hurting and- I need you right now… just get your feathery ass down here! You broke down, now that you were alone you let the tears fall freely. Your sobs were covered up by the noise of the city down below. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there crying when a hand landed on your shoulder and the smell of candy filled your nose. You turned into gabe and held his shirt. “What's wrong sugar?” he asked. You shook your head. He hugged you “it's okay you don’t have to tell me.” you sat there for hours just you crying and gabriel holding you and giving you chocolate. It was nice to have an archangel as a best friend.

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 2: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛

A/N: Before you read this one, please go read part 1, or this part may seem a bit confusing. :)

Your POV:

I woke up in somebody's arms, but who? I remember somebody telling me their name, then burrowing into something stiff... but kind of comforting? The hell?

You looked up to see a purple eyed man staring back down at you.

"You're, awake. You, probably forgot, my name is, Feitan." The crying stopped a while ago, so you were able to speak clearly.

"I'm Y/N, were you following me?"

"Well, you see-"

"Oh, *cough cough* you got a boyfriend or some shit? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU YOU COULDNT- oww, ah- ah oww.." The large slit through B/N's stomach was taking quite the tole on him and his stamina, but you didn't care. You got out of the man called Feitan's warm grasp and slapped B/N across the face.

"You don't know how much I wanna kill you right now, but I have to make you pay for everything you've done to us." You then summoned one of your nen weapons, choosing the heat pocket extender. The way this weapon worked was almost like a pocket knife, key word almost. You activated it like a pocket knife, and closed it like a pocket knife, but that was about all of the similarities. This blade could extend and retract from being all the way hidden to being out about 8 inches. the whole thing was pitch black except for some red lines that ran through in different directions, and this is how you could tell it was yours. Every single one of your nen weapons had this feature, being all black except for some red lines, which resembled your blood that ran through them to connect them to you in the first place.

With one swift movement, you cut off his right hand, not giving a shit of the fact that you were letting it bleed out.

"WHAT THE FUCKKKK!!!! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF MANIAC?! WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCCKKKKK!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Ignoring his off pitch shrieks, you used the extender and shoved it through his chin and into his mouth, which you pulled back to you, cutting his lower mouth-to-chin region straight in half. At this rate, you didn't feel anything, Feitan was fascinated, and B/N.. he couldn't even scream. There was too much pain. He was starting to go numb, when you finally pulled out your favorite weapon, Your Jet Black Shadow Katana.

Hearing B/N's wails and screams was now getting annoying, so you caused him one last bit of pain, stabbing him through his heart.

"Die, bitch."

And with that, you sliced off his head, hearing it thump and roll as it hit the ground.

"You, have, some nice, skill-" Tears started streaming down your face faster than any ocean wave. You bursted out crying again, as your mind wandered to all the negative things you said earlier, but worse.

What the hell did I just do..

I just killed a guy...

I could have changed him if I really tried..

You worthless piece of shit, you're going to hell for sure!..

You just took somebody's life.. SOMEBODY'S GOSH DAMN LIFE!!

What the fuck... Did I really do this?..

"Help me.."You snapped out of those thoughts again, as you felt the warm embrace from what you assumed to be Feitan.

"Ill, help you, clean, up. I, torture people, for a living. Hehe.." You turned around and gave him a smile then hugged him tightly. You had no idea why you were hugging a stranger, but his presence was comforting. He sighed and helped you up, and pulled out a trash bag from his pocket. You let out a small giggle.

"You carry that around?"

"No, just a, coincidence." You both heaved B/N's body into the bag, and started to cover up all tracks of people being here.

"So, what did, he do, to you, your mother?" You paused for a moment, feeling slightly uneasy telling him, but you decided to let it go and spill everything. After about 10 - 15 minutes of listing each and everything he did, including showing him a couple of the biggest scars, he spoke words he never imagined saying, let alone to a stranger that was apparently his soulmate.

"I'm, sorry."

"Hah, it's okay. He's dead now. But, I'm kind of scared of my mom resenting me.."

"It, will be, fine." He gave you a couple light pats on the head, and he was gone. Everything was cleaned up, all you had to do was deactivate your nen. Just as you were about to leave though, you noticed a little paper on the ground. You picked it up and saw his number on there. Baring a light smile on your face, you put the number back into your pocket, and decided to head home.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

Time: 2:13 PM

Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT! I NEED TO TEXT B/N'S COWORKERS!!! You quickly pulled out his phone and texted them what you had planned, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Jesus, that was a close one." You thought you were in the clear, but you weren't.

You heard your stomach growl.

"Fuck." You started speed walking to the nearest café, ordering a simple sand which with your favorite drink. (CHROLLO STANS DONT YOU DARE)

After about 5 minutes, your order was brought out and you dug in. You didn't even realize you completely forgot about every single one of your snacks! Man, I don't know if its because I'm starving, but I think this is the best damn sand which I've ever tasted! You left the money on the table, and some extra for a tip. You decided you wanted to practice and hone your fighting skills so you wandered to some more abandoned buildings. Pulling out your phone to listen to some music, you decided to text Feitan.

Tumblr is stupid so uh your the letters in italics and Fei is the regular one 

Hey, it's Y/N.

This is Feitan right?

Yeah. Hey Y/N.

Can I ask you something

Sure, what is it?

You heard about that string and soulmate thing

Yes?

Well

I was following you because my string is connected to you

WHAT

YOU'RE KIDDING

Nope

that why I was following you

I wanted to see if my soulmate was pathetic or not

You know that's kind of rude Feitan.

I didnt say yo were pathetic

I dont think you are

I said I was just makng sure whoevr it was wasent pathetic

Oh

Well then,

Howcome I can't see it?

Read 2:17 PM

Ugh, damn it. He could have at least replied with a "Talk later" or, "Be right back-"

"Because the news said its one sided." He spoke in one swift sentence. You felt his presence right in front of you, and you also felt his arms snake their way to your lower back. He then pulled you in and kissed you, soft and passionate.

"W-wha..-"

"See you later, soulmate."

Word count (Including author notes, etc) : 1149

-Wrote February 4, 2021-

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Mystic Sisters- Ch.3 Deja Vu

Hikari’s pov

I kept running through the dark and cold woods. “Why do we have to keep running?” I call out. There were heavy footsteps getting closer. “No matter what happens keep running.” Is what the familiar voice in my head kept saying. Why do I know that voice?

I woke up breathing heavily and confused. This was the 3rd time I had this nightmare. The nightmare was always the same. There was always a voice telling me to run away but what was I running from? I sat up running my hands through my hair. Yua has also been having nightmares but she never told me what they were about. She was always secretive when it came to things like that. We were usually in sync feeling each other's emotions but this is something new. I laid back down staring at the ceiling. Did these nightmares mean something?

I woke up the following morning to the sound of my alarm blasting Bad boy by Red Velvet. I hit snooze a few more times before finally getting out of bed before my mom came and woke me up. I worked some weekends at the local cafe Mystic cafe and today I had an early shift. As I headed downstairs I could hear Yua snoring from her room. Why does she always have to snore like that?

“Hikari I made you breakfast. It’s sitting on the dining table!” my mom yelled peeking her head out of her office door.

“Thank you. I have to close so I’ll be back late. But don’t worry Yua said she’ll meet me after work.”

“Okay sweetie have a good day. And don't stop at the park to pet random dogs.” I laughed remembering the last time I was late to work because I saw a puppy on the way and got distracted causing myself to be 15 minutes late.

“Hikari, there's a huge cake order being picked up later and I need you to ice them.” my boss Mrs. Hino said as soon as I walked into the stop. She was a middle aged woman with long black hair with bangs swept across her face. She had the warmest brown eyes that always made me feel warm inside. Mystic Cafe was owned by Mrs. Hino and her husband. The shop was passed down to her and has been in her family for 5 generations. When Yua and I were little we would always stop by on Fridays after school and get boba with our allowance before going home. Mrs. Hino would always give us extra treats with our order. “Anything for my favorite customers.” is what she always said.

She wasn't kidding about it being a big order. Walking in the back room there were 3, 4 layered cakes waiting to be frosted. Luckily the decorations were simple so it wouldn't take me too long.

I was so focused on finishing the cakes I didn't even hear Mrs. Hino tell me it was time for my lunch.

“Hikari, I said you can take your lunch. And change your apron when you get back.” Mrs. Hino said, laughing at my appearance and wiping the flour in my hair.

I nodded before looking down at my apron seeing I had different colored frosting over it. I grabbed my phone and headed out the back door. I stood there for a minute soaking up the sun. It had been sunny the past few days in Tokyo despite it being early Fall. I walked to the nearby convenience store and bought ramen along with a side of kimchi for lunch. Yua always made fun of how much I liked kimchi. She told me when I was little that I would turn into kimchi because I ate it so much. As I ate I kept thinking about my nightmare. I couldn't remember when or why I started having these dreams. I forgot about my food getting lost in my thoughts. Suddenly the air felt cold just like it did in my dream and I had the same uneasiness. Instead of being chased I felt like I was being watched. Is this how Yua felt a few days ago walking home? I could feel someone’s gaze on me but there was no one in the store besides me and the cashier. Before I could leave, someone was standing next to me.

“Boo!” said the girl jumping out in front of me.

“Hisako-chan you scared me.” I jumped clinging on to my phone that I almost dropped. . “I thought someone was after me.” I said letting out a shaky laugh.

“Hino-senpai told me you were here so I stopped on my way back from delivering my order but I didn't think I would scare you.” she laughed. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my things. On the way back to the cafe Hisako unlinked our arms and stopped walking.

“You look tired. Are you okay?” she questioned my face.

“Mh im fine. I didn't get much sleep last night.” she reached out now holding my hand.

“Are you having nightmares again?” I nodded letting out a yawn.

“You can always stay over if you want to.” she smiled. “My mom loves when you come over.”

“Thanks Hisako.” she smiled brightly not letting go of my hand as we walked back to the cafe.

The rest of the day went by fast. The weekends were always busy but especially now that we brought out our fall drinks. Hisako and I worked a cookie order together while we caught up. I had always admired Hisako. We met last winter outside the cafe. The first thing I noticed about her was her long silky white hair and her tough exterior. She had green eyes that you could get lost in. She gave me a warm smile.

“You must be Hikari. Hino-senpai told me to look out for you. Aww you're just as cute as senpai said” she squealed running over to pinch my cheeks.The cafe was busier than normal and we were two people working that day. Between running the cafe and baking desserts we somehow boned. The following week I saw her at school sitting under the apple tree with her eyes glued to the book in front of her.Hisako was known for the “mysterious” girl. She kept to herself and didnt have many friends.

“Kimoto-chan?” I called out to the older girl. She looked up and smiled brightly. She motioned for me to sit next to her.

“People usually avoid me because of my white hair.” She said drinking from her water bottle. I looked back at her confused.

“They don't talk to you because of your hair?” She nodded.

“They think it’s weird.” I had to admit Hisako did have a cold exterior but she wasn't like that on the inside. We talked the rest of lunch and ate together everyday after that. I really look up to Hisako. She’s like another other sister to me

“Thank you so much for locking up tonight.” Mrs.Hino said, grabbing her things.

“No problem, have a good night.” Replied wiping down the table. There were only a few more customers that came in before closing time.

Finally. I sigh resting my head on the counter. It was a long day working 10 hours. I wrapped up the pastries that didn’t sell and put them in my backpack. I texted Yua telling her that I'm on way before cleaning up the last few tables and locking up. I shut the back door behind me double checking to make sure it was locked. The cold air blew across my face sending chills down my spine. I started to walk down the alley when I felt something. It was that same feeling I had at the convenience store earlier. I held onto my phone tighter and walked faster. I could hear the footsteps behind me now. I'm definitely being followed. I picked up my pace and the footsteps got louder. I ran down the rest of the alley with the person on my tail. I just needed to get to Yua. “Keep running.” This was just like my nightmare. Where was this voice coming from? I kept running as fast as my feet would.

“Ow I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention.” I said after running into the larger man in front of me.

“Hikari-san?”

“Sensei?” I questioned looking back at my homeroom teacher. He reached out to help me off the ground.

“Are you okay? You seem like you were being chased.”

“I was. I left work and someone was following me.” I explained out of breath brushing the dirt off my pants. Before I could say anything else Yua came running over.

“Hikari what happened? You were taking forever so I came to get you.” I hugged my sister and sighed in relief.

“Im fine. Let’s go home.” I whispered.

“Would you girls like a ride home?” Mr. Hara said.

“No we're fine. Thank you. I’ll see you on Monday.” I interjected pulling Yua towards the train.

“How did you know where I was?” I asked unlocking the front door. No one's home. Mom and dad must be working late.

“Your location is turned on.” Yua answered, following me to my room. She shut the door and sat on my bed next to me.

“So are you gonna tell me what happened? You wouldn't talk to me on the way home. And you we were suppose to meet me at the tr-”

“I was being followed.” I interjected.

“Why did you call me during lunch? I could have stayed with you for the rest of your shift.” Yua asked a little while later from behind me as she braided my hair. I shrugged, pulling my knees to my chest. We stayed silent as she finished my hair.

“There’s obviously something you're not telling me so spill.” I sighed resting my head on my knees.

“I think it might have been the person who was following us last time. I don't know but I just get that feeling. I’ve been having nightmares again and now someone is following us.” I said but it came out more as a mumble. Yua tied the elastic around my hair and sat in front of me on the floor.

“Hey.” she cooed, “whatever this is we’ll be okay. Okay?” I nodded finally meeting her gaze.

“Cmon lets go downstairs and watch anime.”

“Only if we make popcorn.” I smiled following her out the room.

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Happy Birthday, Michael [a FNaF 4 STORY]

THIS STORY HAS GORE. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT, DON’T READ.

This story is in Second Person POV! Just a heads up.

I’m aware the room you play FNaF 4 in is Michael’s room canonically, but for this story its Chris’s room.

I also know the name of the crying child isn’t official, but for this story I’m calling him Chris because I like that fan name the most.

If you have any questions, ask me!

This is my first time writing a story sense fourth grade, so I hope it came out well.

Accepting criticism.

Enjoy the story!

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off; hearing the device on the nightstand next to your bed blasting that very annoying beeping noise over and over again until it felt like you had no choice but to reach out from your warm covers and slam the palm of your hand down on the alarm, shutting it off. You tried to remember the dream you just had, but you couldn’t seem to recall it. With an exaggerated groan, you slowly opened your eyes to stare up at the blank ceiling of your bedroom. You eyed the fan that hung from it, watching as it swayed with each movement-- Looking like it was attached to its last wire and was about to fall on your head and crush you, but... It's been like that for the last few years now. Your dad said he'd fix it, but that was also a few years ago. He never did. Probably because he was barely home anymore...

"Chris, are you awake??"

Your mother's voice called to you, and despite being in a completely different room you nodded your head in response as if she could see you. You raised your hands and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before sitting up and stretching your arms out with a heavy yawn; realizing your forehead was aching upon doing so.

"Yeah, mom. I'm awake!"

You had to force yourself to yell back to your mom, finding it hard to muster up the energy to actually speak properly. Tossing the bed sheets off of you, you slowly turned your body and allowed your legs to fall off the edge of your bed before hopping down with a faint 'thud', feeling the thin carpet chill the bottom of your feet as if it had been soaking up the cold air all night long.

You shook your head and took a few steps forward. They were slow at first, because you had to find your balance; But once the basic function of walking returned back into your brain you started heading towards the door right of your room. You never understood why there was a door on either side of your room, but you also never bothered enough to question it too much. Reaching out, you grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it to the right, opening the door to walk out of your room and step out into the hallway. However, you soon came to realize that it was a mistake. In an instant, there was loud screaming and all you could see was a flash of bright red before you found yourself stumbling backward, falling on the ground and landing on your backside.

"Mornin', dork! Mom told me to come and get you for breakfast, so hurry up."

It was your older brother, Michael, laughing at the sight of you falling down. With shaky vision, you slowly looked up to meet the familiar red Foxy mask staring down at you. Your brother always used that thing to scare you, and you hated it more than anything. After a certain amount of times you'd think you'd become immune to the same trick over and over again, but... You didn't. Struggling to fight back the small year that was forming in the corner of your eye, you managed to nod your head in response to your elder brother's demand-- Slowly getting back up to your feet which was responded with a 'tsk' coming from your brother before he walked off. You followed behind him but made sure to keep your distance.

Upon entering the kitchen, your nose was met with the smell of pancakes and bacon. You saw your mom standing by the stove, spatula in hand. She glanced over her shoulder at you, smiling when you looked back up at her.

"Well there you are, Sleepyhead. I was wondering when you'd wake up! Have you told your brother happy birthday yet?"

Oh, right... It was your jerk-of-a brother’s birthday today. You slowly turned your head to look to the left, freezing up when you saw that bully staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. He had taken the mask off, but you'd almost prefer it if he kept the thing on. At least then you wouldn't have to see his narrow-eyed expression, scolding you internally.

"H-Happy birthday, Mi--"

"Thanks."

Michael cut you off mid-sentence, turning his attention away from you and over to your mother. He spoke in a blunt, cold tone: The kind of tone someone would speak in when they really didn’t want to hear your voice. The tone you’ve become unwillingly unaccustomed to because of him. You loved him, but at the same time you despised him. Why was he always so mean to you? You didn't do anything to him. Once again, you found yourself trying to fight off the tears that were forming in your eyes.

"So, mom-- We're going to Fredbears today, right? Like you said?"

"Yes, you've been asking me that every day this week. Of course we're going, it's where you wanted to have your party at."

You listened to your mother and brother talk about his birthday from behind you as you walked over to the clean dish rack and grabbed an empty cup. You and Michael both always had your birthdays at that restaurant; it was your favorite place to go. Just as you turned around to pour yourself a drink, your mother had finished plating yours and Michael’s breakfast. They were identical plates, both with two pancakes and two pieces of bacon-- but you had your eyes set on the one on the right. Your brother of course noticed that and quickly stepped in front of you to grab the right plate and walk into the dining room.

"Thanks for breakfast, ma!"

Whatever, it wasn't a big deal. It's just food. He can have the right one if he wanted. After all, it was his birthday. With another yawn, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice and grabbed the only plate left before following Michael into the dining room.

"Thanks for breakfast.."

You echoed the words of your brother as you sat at the seat opposite of him, making sure to keep your head down and stare at your food. It wasn't like he wanted to have a conversation with you, anyway. Your mom came into the room shortly after, pulling out the chair in the middle of you and your brother. "Your father's already at the diner. He said he had some business to take care of before he opened, so after you two are finished go get dressed and we'll leave shortly after. Okay?"

Your mom glanced at the both of you, which you noticed and quickly nodded your head in response. Your brother simply gave her a " 'kay", before going back to eating.

When breakfast was over, your mother took both yours and Michael's plates back to the kitchen. You went back to your room after cleaning up your area at the table, closing the door behind you. By now the tired feeling that once tried to overcome you was virtually gone, and you wiped the rest of it out of your eyes as you walked over to your closet. A part of you was always nervous to open your closet because your brother would sometimes hide inside of it just to jump out and scare you. Obviously he wasn't in there now, but the feeling still stayed with you. You grabbed the small knobs that stuck out of your closet doors and pulled them away from each other, looking away for a second before looking back at the small dark area in your room. No foxy mask-- that was good. Reaching inside, you pulled out what you basically always wore: A simple black t-shirt with two gray stripes running across your chest as well as a pair of jeans. You removed the clothes you had worn to bed, tossing them behind you on the flood before redressing in your new clothes. You didn't exactly want to go out today, but you didn't have a choice... It was Michael’s birthday, how could you say that you didn’t want to go to his party?

When you were finished getting dressed for the day, you sighed softly to yourself as you turned around to walk back over to your bedside. You picked up the annoying black alarm that woke you up this morning, hitting the two buttons on the back of the alarm to reset it for tomorrow. After setting the alarm back down, you turned around and soon walked back outside of your room, closing the door behind you.

“Chris! Are you ready?”

Your mother once again called out to you; the door probably told her you were done getting dressed. You called back out to her in a much better voice than you originally had when you first woke up.

“Yeah, I’m ready!”

You walked down the hallway away from your room, turning into the living room where your mother and brother were both waiting by the front door. Michael was wearing the foxy mask again, so all you could see upon looking at him was those hate-filled eyes staring back at you from the eyeholes of the mask. It made your heart skip a beat; you hated that thing.

“Hurry and put your shoes on, I’m sure your dad’s waiting on us.”

You followed your mom’s instructions, quickly walking over to the front door so you could grab your shoes and slip them on your feet. They were the kind of shoes that didn’t have laces, so you got them on pretty quickly. Once your mom noticed your shoes were on, she turned and opened the front door; walking out of the voice along with Michael. You followed behind him, then shut the door behind you and followed Michael to the car while your mom stayed behind and locked the door to the house; following you both to the car afterward. You got into the backseat of the car while Michael and your mom got into the driver and passenger seat. You listened as your mom put the car into the ignition and twisted the key, feeling the vehicle rumble faintly from beneath you. You propped your elbow up on the side of the door, resting your head in your hand. You watched from the window as the car slowly pulled out of the driveway and turned down your street, hearing the radio static for a moment from the front seat as your mom tried finding the right music station.

The car ride was quiet. You were, at least. Or maybe you just got too caught up in your own thoughts to realize if Michael or your mom was talking to each other or not. Which did seem to be the case, because you suddenly flinched at the sound of your mother’s voice proclaiming that you arrived at the diner. 

“We’re here!”

She called out, maybe a little too excited. Or maybe that was just an act she put on; you couldn’t tell the difference. Your mom and Michael both opened the doors to their sides of the car, getting out of their seats to hop out. You waited a second longer but eventually following them to the front doors. “Fredbear’s Family Diner”. That was what the big sign that was attached to the front of the restaurant said, along with a cutout of the two golden-colored animal mascots; Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. Your mom opened the front doors for you and your brother to walk inside, following shortly behind you as she let go of the metal door. Once you were inside the restaurant, your ears were immediately greeted with the sound of music and singing coming from the stage at the far end of the building. You stared at the two robots on stage, feeling a small smile curl on your lips upon seeing them. Fredbear was always your favorite; your dad even brought home a stuffed Fredbear for you one day, but you loved Spring Bonnie too.

Your brother ran over to his group of friends that-- just like him-- were all wearing masks. You however decided to stay back with your mom; it wasn’t like you had any friends to run to anyway. After your mom was done checking into the restaurant with the lady at the front desk, she grabbed your hand and lead you into the main party room. She let go of it shortly after, mumbling for you to go and play while she quickly walked off, heading over to a man in a spring bonnie costume. That was your dad. You wanted to run over to him and give him a big hug, but the last time you tried that he told you not to do it again after he got home; so you decided against it. Instead, you chose to walk over to the front of the stage and watch the show that Fredbear was putting on. The small smile that was on your face grew as you watched the big yellow bear. The way he moved was so human-like, it was so real. Though, you could still see some of the metal parts showing from under his fur so you knew that wasn’t the case. Sadly though, you didn’t get a chance to enjoy the show for too long before a hand came in contact with the side of your hear, pushing you to the side and forcing you to the ground.

“Move, dweeb!”

You fell to the ground with a thud, looking up at your brother who was now taking your spot at the front of the stage, and who was quickly joined by the rest of his friends. Tears soon began to form in your eyes, and ones you couldn’t fight back. They soon began rolling down your cheeks and falling onto your shirt as you started sobbing quietly to yourself. One of his friends noticed that you had started crying-- the one in the yellow chicken mask, and soon tapped your brother’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, you know he’s crying now right?”

Those words caught the attention of Michael and his other friends, which caused them all to begin snickering at you. Michael rolled his eyes from under the mask and took a step closer to you, glancing back at his three friends.

“This little guy will cry at anything. Watch this!”

You opened your eyes just in time-- just in time to see your brother’s fist hurtling towards your face. It stopped just before it made contact, but it made you flinch and quickly scramble backward; causing more tears to come spilling from your eyes and harder laughter to come from Michael and his friends. You quickly rolled over and fumbled to get to your feet before, running in the opposite direction so the group wouldn’t see you crying anymore. You knew your mom would help to calm down, but you couldn’t see her in the big crowd of people and because of the mass amount of tears falling from your tears. You knew your dad didn’t want you going to him while he was working, but right now he’d be much easier to find than your mom so that’s who you began looking for. You were too caught up in your own emotions to realize your brother and friends were following you. 

You didn’t exactly know where you were going, but you did notice somebody in a yellow bunny suit turn a corner at the far end of the restaurant, which you only guessed to be your dad. You ran in that direction, calling out to your father-- But as you turned the corner you realized it was a dead-end, and the only thing you could see now was two big red doors which you could only guess where your dad was. Despite your better judgment, you ran up to the door and slammed your fists against it just a few times; but nobody answered. You fell to your knees, beginning to sob to yourself even harder than before. You closed your eyes as tight as you could, trying to block out the sounds of everybody else in the restaurant having a good time while you hating everything.

“Hey, guys! Over here.”

You heard a voice call out from behind you, but you didn’t know who it belonged to. Definitely not Michael, but it maybe sounded like one of his friends. You opened your eyes to see who it was, but once you did you saw your brother and all his friends crowding around you, snickering to themselves.

“Wow, your brother is kind of a baby isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he is. It’s hilarious.”

Hearing those words just caused you to begin crying harder. It was so embarrassing, you didn’t want people to see you like this but you couldn’t help but cry. You closed your eyes again, trying to block out the voices Michael and his friends.

“Hey, he wanted to watch Fredbear right? Why don’t we help him get a closer look! He’ll love it!”

You quickly opened your eyes upon hearing that, looking up at Michael with a terrified expression. You shook your head, knowing that whatever he meant couldn’t be anything good.

“No, please!”

“Come on guys, lets give this little man a lift. He wanted to get up close and personal!”

You tried to protest, but to prevail. You flinched as you suddenly felt the arms of your brother and one of his friends grab you, hoisting you up with what felt like ease. You continued shaking your arms and began to try and flail your body, doing whatever you could to try and get out of their tight grasps. You were terrified, what were they going to do with you? 

“No! I don’t want to go!”

“You heard the little man! He wants to get up close and personal!”

Michael and his friends laughed as they watched you try and get away from them, obviously finding this whole thing quite amusing. They brought you through the party room and all the way up to the stage, stopping right in front of the two golden-colored mascots. Why was nobody stopping them? Why was nobody helping you?

“Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!”

“No, please!”

“On THREE! One… Two…”

You closed your eyes one last time in fear of what was about to happen. The last thing you heard was one of the staff yell in question of what your brother was doing before Michael and his friend tossed you headfirst into the mouth of Fredbear.

“Hey, kid! What are you doi-- Oh my god…”

You were confused at first, not sure what was happening. All you knew is that your head suddenly started to hurt like somebody was stepping on it. You opened your eyes only to see a row of blunt teeth in front of your face; You knew where you were. Your head was inside of Fredbear’s mouth. At first, you heard the sound of gears grinding against each other-- Like they were struggling to work properly, then you heard a crunch; then a splat before your vision went dark and all the feeling you once had disappeared.

Blood began filling Fredbears mouth, so much so that streaks of red liquid began running down the bear’s jaw and landing at his feet. Screams started filling the diner as Michael and his friends stared in shock, seeing your lifeless body hanging from Fredbear’s mouth. Blood covered your face and continued to run down Fredbear’s jaw. He got a few chews in before your body fell out of his mouth and landed on the ground with a heavy thud; a piece of you handing from the robot’s mouth, blood quickly covering the floor. Even more people began to scream once they witnessed what had happened to you; Your skull had been bitten through by the animatronic bear’s jaw and a large chunk of what only could be assumed was your brain was missing. Your body stared lifelessly up at the ceiling, your blood mixing with the tears that were left on your face.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off; hearing the device on the nightstand next to your bed blasting that very annoying beeping noise over and over again until it felt like you had no choice but to reach out from your warm covers and slam the palm of your hand down on the alarm, shutting it off.

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The anchor #13

Its been a few weeks since Hayley has died. Hope gets Y/n to let her see her every so often. Hope has asked Y/n  to take her to Mystic Falls to meet Y/n Brother. Y/n and Klaus are officially together. Y/n is kinda like a mom to Hope but Y/n doesn't push for her to be a mother for hope. Because she knows how it feels to grow up with out a mother.

( Hopes POV ) ~~~

 "Hey Y/n." 

Hope called as she walked down the stairs and to the kitchen to where Y/n was making breakfast for the two of them.

 "Hey Hope, what's up?" Y/n asked as she Flipped the pancake.

 "I want to go to Mystic falls. I want to meet your brother." Hope says with a please look. She was practically begging. She's been doing that since Y/n went back to get her car and she went with. "I don't know, If I can just get your dad to agree on letting you come I would be fine with it but its dangerous." Y/n said as she looked at hope with a sad smile. 

"Well where is my dad so I can ask him?" Hope asked as she sat down on the counter. "I think he went to the church with Marcel, and I don't want you going there so just wait tell he comes back please." Y/n told hope as she put the pancakes on Hopes plate and handed her the syrup. "So if my dad says yes then I'm good to go to leave with you to Mystic Falls, right?" Hope asked Y/n with a smile. "Yes, but only if your dad allows it, and if he doesn't let you I don't want to hear any whining okay. Its only because he is protecting you." Y/n said then gave hope a kiss to her forehead then started to eat her Pancakes. ~ ~ "Hey Dad." Hope greeted Klaus as he walked into the Mansion. "Hello little wolf, how was your day?" Klaus asked as he kissed the top of her head that was now just bellow his Shoulder. "Good but I wanted to ask you something." Hope said making the hybrid turn and look at her as if she had done something wrong. "Oh god, what did you do?" Klaus asked in a picking tone. "Nothing I just wanted to ask you if I could go to Mystic falls with Y/n this week end since she was going?" Hope asked Klaus giving him her best puppy dog look.

 "I don't know, what did Y/n say?" Klaus asked hope about his (Your eye color) eyed girlfriend. "She said as long as you told me yes then she was fine with it." Hope said honestly. "Ok well as long as your telling the truth I see no harm to it as long as you promise to stick with her and don't run off, then you have my permission to go." Klaus said making his Daughter smile. "Thanks dad your the best." Hope said as she hugged Klaus then ran up the stairs to pack for the week end she was going to have with Y/n. 

~ The week end ~ 

"So are you ready?" Y/n asked hope as she put the last bag into the car. ( she got the car fixed) "Yes I am." Hope said as she gave Y/n the last bag. "How many outfits do you need for only the week end?" Y/n asked Hope with a smile. " I don't know I thought maybe we could stay there longer then a weekend." Hope practically begged. "We will see, now is your dad ready he was going with us?" Y/n asked hope as she looked around for the hybrid. "Right here love." Klaus said as he walked up to the car with a small black duffel bag. "Alright that's it, lets go." Y/n said as she shut the trunk, walking to the drivers seat while Klaus sat in the passengers and hope on the drivers back seat. 

~ A few hours later~ 

"So this is Mystic falls?" Hope asked as they passed the Mystic grill. "Yep this is where I grew up, this place is almost as bad as New Orleans." Y/n said with a smile at hope. "Yes that is why you are only staying for a little bit of time." Klaus said with a straight face at hope, making her frown. 

"Hey Matty." Y/n said as Hope and her  walked into the house. "Hey Blue, whos this?" He asked as he looked at hope with a smile. "This is Hope Mikealson, Hope this is my brother Matt." Y/n introduced them to one another. "Wait. . . you had a kid with Klaus!!" Matt exclaimed at Y/n. "No she is my aunt my mom died while she was helping you and your friends because she was loyal." Hope said with a frown. "Its okay hope, I will handle him. Why don't you go look at your room, its the down the hall second on the left." Y/n said making Hope smile. Hope ran down the hall way and into her room. 

"So, you and Klaus?" Matt asked as he looked at his younger sister. "Yeah, Me and Klaus." She said not really confirming but silently say they were together. "So I'm guessing you don't know he went to see Caroline since her and Tyler broke up." Matt said as he took a sip of his drink. Y/n looked up at her older brother, she was kinda scared that maybe Klaus would leave her for Caroline, they would be better together, she keeps him in line. "No, I didn't know that." Y/n said staring at her cup but looked up when Hope came into the room.

"What's up?" Y/n asked as she turned around to hope. "I'm hungry." Hope said getting straight to the point. "Well how about I take you and Y/n to the grill to get some food. How does that sound?" Matt asked Hope with a smile. "Yes lets go!" Hope Exclaimed making both Y/n and Matt smile. 

~ At the Grill~ 

"Hi I'm going to be your server today can I start you with something to drink?" The server asked us all. "I'll take a dr. Pepper." Hope told the bus boy. "I'll take a (Favorite drink)." Y/n said with a smile. "I'll take a coffee." Matt said to the Bus boy. "Do you guys need time for the menu?" He asked looking at the three. "Yes, please." Matt said looking at hope who was just staring at the menu. "Okay, I'll be back with your drinks." He said and walked off. 

"Do you know what you want?" I asked hope while looking at her menu. "I think I want the BLT and fries." Hope told Y/n. " I think I'll get the same." Y/n said as she looked at hope with a smile. 

" Okay here you are. a Dr. pepper, (Your favorite drink), and a coffee. Are you guys ready to order?" The bus boy asked looking at matt first. "I'll take a Number 3 with fries." Matt said then handed him the menu. "Well, want a BLT with fries, Please." Y/n said then handed him the menu. "Alright I'll bring them when they're done." The Bus boy said then walked off writing it down still. 

Everything was going fine until they heard a certain laugh. Y/n looked up and Saw Caroline and Klaus talking and laughing. It made her heart go in her stomach. But she didn't make a scene, not in front of Hope. " Y/n, isn't that Dad?" Hope asked Y/n as she tapped her Arm.

"Yes that is your dad he's just meeting a friend." She reassures hope and herself. "Do you kiss your friends like that?" She asked as she pointed to Klaus practically making out with Caroline. "Not all the time,  but lets not let that ruin our night here's our food." 

Y/n said as the bus boy brought out the food. "I'm surprised you take that." Matt said as he took a bite out of his food. "Not around her, I would do anything for her and making a scene about her dad is not a good idea." Y/n said as she at two of her fries. 

~ Few minutes later~

"I'm full." Hope said as she looked at all her fries gone and a half a burger left. "Alright we will get a to go box." Matt said as he looked at Hope with a smile. "Are you guys good?" The bus boy asked as he looked at everyone. "Yes, can we get two boxes?" Y/n asked with a polite smile. "Yes you can." He said as he walked off and grabbed two boxes. 

He came back and sat them in front of Y/n and put the check on the table and walked off to clean other tables. Y/n looked at the check and put the money for the food and a 20 dollar tips. Y/n put her food in the box while Matt helped Hope. Y/n got up and payed for their food and walked back to the table and sat down. The bus boy came back and Y/n gave him the money and they went back to Matts house. 

~ at the house~ 

Y/n picked up Hope since she fell asleep in the car. She carried her into the house  and put her in the bed after she changed her into some PJ's. Y/n walked into the living room joining her brother. "So are you going to break up with him?" He asked as he looked at his younger sister. "Yup" Y/n said popping the 'p'. "I cant believe he would cheat on you." Matt said shaking his head. "Well I really don't care, it doesn't surprise me. I mean Caroline and him are better together than Klaus and I any day so I really don't care." Y/n said as she grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Well at least now you don't have to deal with him." Matt said with a shrug. "Yeah well when he comes over I'll tell him to come pick up hope tomorrow and leave. I don't want anything to do with him. I'll take care of hope but that's it." Y/n said as she took a swig of beer. 

~ The next morning~

Y/n woke up to the sound of Matt talking to someone. She got out of her bed and threw her hair up into a messy bun. She walked out to where the sound was which was in the living room and saw Matt and Klaus arguing. "Y/n." Klaus said as he saw his girlfriend. "What are you doing here?" Y/n asked as she crossed her arms in front of her.  "I'm here to see you my girlfriend and my child." Klaus said as he started to walk to her.

"Well we're over and when Hope gets up you both can leave, and if she doesn't want to leave she can stay as long as it is okay with matt." Y/n said with a straight face. "Fine." Klaus said then looked at the hallway to see Hope. "You aren't together anymore?" Hope asked looking at Y/n and Klaus then to A silent Matt. Y/n looked at the floor with a tears in her eyes.. "No we aren't, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." Y/n said as she hugged hope and kissed the top of her head. 

"Do I have to leave now?" Hope asked as tear started to go down her face. "You don't have to go nowhere as long as your dad doesn't mind." Y/n said looking at Hope then to Klaus. "I'm sorry to say it but Hope we have to go back home. Freya wants to speak to us." Klaus said as he walked to hope. "I'll call you everyday." Hope said as she gave Y/n a big hug. 

"Don't worry I will call and text you and try to visit every now and then." Y/n said as tears started to go down her face. "I Love you, Always and forever."  Y/n said as she looked at hope. "I love you." Hope said then went to Matt. "Bye Matty blue." Hope said as she have him a hug. "Bye little one." Matt said as he gave her a hug back. "Bye guys." Hope finally waved as they both walked out of the house and left. 

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A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 1. How It Began.

Hello children!! It is I. Your Tumblr mom. Goddess of this hell hole of a blog I like to call home. Seventh-grade straight girl sitting on her couch. It has arrived. (It was supposed to be earlier but stolen to go clean the bathroom and organize my mom’s jewelry because that’s entertaining to me.) This shall be the KEY element in making this a TRUE hell hole. God, what have I done? In seventh grade and has already lost it. Moving on.

Because this is like a prolog and a first chapter I kinda want to explain how this mess, that will try to claim it’s fanfic several times, will work. AFTER this chapter it will switch from Virgil’s POV to the other’s (Ro, Pat, and Lo’s)  POV. This chapter will be in third person. So will the epilogue. I must note that, other than a few angsty plot points that my amazing friend came up with, nothing in this story is planned. I’m going with the flow. Oh. Before I forget. This is all happening in Thomas’ head. Make of that what you will.

Pairings: Familial Moxiety, and what could be interpreted as Analogical dissing.

Tw: Not caring for yourself properly and cursing. (I think that’s it)

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Virgil woke up tired. Not that surprising. He thought to himself. 

It really wasn’t surprising at all actually. He hadn’t properly slept in days. Or was it weeks? Months maybe? 

Fuck it. He was already too preoccupied with getting coffee without passing out on the way down the stairs to be worrying about this stupid shit.

This whole sleepless thing started when Virgil had seen all the things on the schedule that Logan had made. Of course, the schedules helped, at first. This last one though. Oof. Just major oof.

Virgil had successfully made it to the kitchen without passing out. Now. If he could just last long enough to make coffee.

“Kiddo? You ok? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Patton. Shit.

He loved Patton to death, (Platonically) but this was the absolute worst moment for him to show up. 

Why? Because Virgil had been hiding out in his room for the past however long, to avoid Patton. Pat would make him sleep. And make him calm down. He didn’t want to do either of those things. If he slept then Thomas could do things without his approval. Without fully weighing the consequences of his actions. Or as Logan would put it. “Illogically weighing the consequences of his actions”.

Logan was great but sometimes he just needed to shut the fuck up.

Virgil hadn’t responded. Patton walked over and put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “You ok Virge?” Then he got a close look at Virgil's face. He gasped and covered his mouth with both hands. “Virgil,” he started with a cold and worried tone that Virgil had never heard before, “When was the last time you slept?”

Shit. I’m too tired to talk. And too tired to write. Maybe after coffee?  

The coffee had finished. Virgil grabbed a mug and poured himself some of the black liquid that was going to keep him from passing out. 

Patton was going to grab the cup away from him. Then he saw the anxious trait’s tired eyes, and let him drink the coffee.

When Virgil finally had the energy to speak he answered Patton’s question. “I slept for like 2-3 hours last night.”

“And before that? Kiddo, you sound as awful as you look.”

Virgil was on his fourth cup of coffee. The only reason Patton was letting him have coffee in the first place was that he needed answers.

“I don’t even know. I have no clue what day it is. It’s felt like a Monday for I don't even know how long. I hardly made it down the stairs without passing out.”

Patton looked like his heart had broken into a billion pieces. “Kiddo, why? Why are you pushing yourself like this? It’s not healthy!” His voice cracked several times during that statement.

Virgil couldn’t look at Patton anymore. It broke his heart to see, the person who was essentially his dad, look at him like this. 

He averted his eyes to the counter. Wait. Am I hallucinating or is there a third person sitting on the counter? He was confused. It was only him and Patton in the kitchen. He didn’t recognize them. But whoever they were, they were cute as hell.

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So here it is. Chapter 1 of “A Slice Of My Love”! I think this turned out ok! Yes, angst right off the bat. You can’t get too mad at me. Roman didn’t fuck something up for once!! Logan did this time. Well not really, but still.

I’m still really sorry for building hype/giving people anxiety/pissing people of in the tags on that one post. (People who read the tags know which one I’m talking about) It’s here now tho. Don’t hate me.

 Next chapter will be first-person Virgil. Then the one after will be Patton’s I think. So it will go angst, stupidity, angst, stupidity, angst, stupidity. You get it. Hope you enjoyed!!

                               -Em

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