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H.JH x F!reader

Rating: smut, slight fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: friends to lovers arc, college au, tipsy sex, unprotected sex, creampie, (slight) hair pulling, choking, fingering, riding

Requested: no

“Hey! Hey! Y/n!”

You, whos just trying to walk back to your dorm peacefully, hear your friend, hyungjun running towards you yelling your name.

He catches up to you and stops, panting

“hey…y/n”

you laugh lightly

“hey jun, whats up?”

hyungjun has been your friend since you got to college, he sat across from you in the library, so many nights of silent studying together before he finally decided to talk to you

“i…got…a new…game”

he says inbetween deep breaths

“ran…across…campus..for this”

you laugh

“will be agreeing to play them with you make you feel better?”

His face lights up

“really?!”

You nod

“really”

he smiles

“yay! Lets go!”

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts walking to his dorm.

Hyungjun opens his front door and holds it open for you, you smile

“okay then, gentleman”

you walk in and take your coat off and hang it up, he runs to his gaming console and picks up a few game discs, you smile and watch him rush to push the first game in, you dont remember the last time he was this excited.

you plop on the beanbag chair next to him. He smiles at you

“you ready to play the best game ever?”

He says, finger on the start button

“lets do this”

you two play the game for the next couple of hours, it wasnt until cans of beer get involved that you guys completely forgot about the game all together.

You guys are laying on your beanbags across from each other, beers in hand. Both of you are tipsy now, jun maybe alittle bit more than you, he sighs after another swig of his drink

“i havent gotten laid in so long”

he looks at you

“what about you”

you sigh

“well….too be honest”

he leans up out of curiosity

“i havent even kissed anyone since i got here”

his jaw drops

“no one?!”

You laugh lightly

“i dont have time!”

“Oh time shmime, sometimes you gotta make time for it”

he sits up

“like now!”

“Huh?”

“Right now you have time, im sure we can find a party or something”

you laugh

“junnie! I dont wanna just fuck the first person i see!”

"Why not? Thats the fun of college!”

You smile

“no, i wanna spend time with you”

he smiles

“awww shucks, dont make me blush y/n”

you giggle and take another swig of your drink

“hey…and totally tell me if this is a bad idea, junnie, but…can i kiss you?”

hyungjun looks at you, cheeks already rosy red

“huh?”

“I know, its a stupid idea, but i havent kissed someone in so long, i dont even remember what its like”

he thinks for a second then nods

“sure, for you”

you smile and sit up, he does too, he pulls himself closer to you, you can smell the alcohol on his breath

“you ready?”

He asks, you nod, he sits his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into a kiss, his lips smashing against yours, you hold onto his waist.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling of kissing someone again, he rests his hand against the side of your face and tilts his head.

Hes the one to pull away first, his face rosy and his lips swollen, hes never looked so pretty, he smiles at you

“that was nice”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently carresses the side of your face

“wanna do it again?”

you nod vigorously, he chuckles and pulls you in again, lips moving against yours in tandem.

he wraps his hands around your waist and yours go to his hair, he crawls closer to you, body slotted in between your legs, he pulls away and kisses at your jaw

“you have no clue how much ive wanted to do this”

he says in between kisses, he sucks on your collar bones

“when you walk around campus with your short skirts and tight shirts”

he bites lightly on your neck

“i dont know how i control myself, your such a tease”

you moan lightly and accidently tug on his hair, he groans

“fuck”

he pulls away and stares at you, he pulls his shirt off, you do the same.

He pulls you on his lap, you grind down on him, he sends his hands in your pants and past your panties, he strokes your clit and pushes two fingers past your entrance.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, stretching you out, he stares at you, eyes glossed over.

He fingers you until hes positive your stretched out enough and pulls his hand out, he looks at your juices on his fingers and shoves them in your mouth, you moan as you taste yourself on his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and kisses you again, hungrily, he bites your lip lightly and pulls away

“you ready?”

He asks, voice dark with lust, you nod.

He pulls your pants down, your hands work on his belt, he lifts himself up and pulls his own pants down, you look at his cock straining against his boxers, your mouth waters in excitement, he chuckles

“like what you see, sweetheart?”

He pulls his cock out his boxers, you sit back on his lap and he moves your panties out of the way, you sink down on his cock, he groans

“fuck, y/n”

his head hits the back of the wall.

You moan as you bounce up and down, he moans

“y/n…so tight”

he takes your hand and places it on his neck, signalling for you to squeeze it, he puts his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock.

He plants his feet flat on the ground and thrusts up into you, you moan loud, borderline screaming, he thrusts up hard and fast, each time hitting that sweet spot that melts your brain, you squeeze on his neck harder and his thrusts become much sloppier, you can tell hes close, his moans become more high pitched and and his face contorts with pleasure.

He pushes your body down and wraps your legs around his waist, he pounds into you faster than ever and suddenly your high is fast approaching

“sh-shit..y/n..cumming”

he mutters out before thrusting deep within you, filling your womb with his seed, this tips you over the edge too, cumming right after him.

He collapses on top of you, panting

“shit…”

He holds your body close to his and pulls out, still laying ontop of you

“junnie, get off me”

“oh fuck, right”

he rolls over next to you and stares at the ceiling

“is…what you said before true?”

You say as you look at him

“what?”

“About, how you always wanted to do this before”

he looks at you

“well yeah, i thought you were the most beautiful girl when i first saw you”

you smile

“and you are abit of tease”

you laugh

“shut up!”

He giggles and rolls over, placing a peck to your lips

“you dont have to worry about getting laid anymore, kay? You got me”

you smile and nod

“okay, junnie”

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Omg can u pls make another nipple sucking fic but w jeno 🥺

You sat on the floor of Jenos dorm room in a fit of soft giggles as the two of you passed your third bottle of soju between each other.

The moonlight bore through the only open window in the little room and you tried your hardest to stifle your laughter since you had already gotten noise complaints from the other dreamies after returning from the barbecue place that you and Jeno had gone to for dinner.

Jeno loved moments like this more than anything in the world. Lately it seemed as though he was happiest around you and it wasn’t until his group members pointed it out that he realized that he may have possibly found what the rest of the boys often joked about and called — the “girl” best friend.

Basically it was a running jokes among idols that at some point during their career they’d stumble across a girl. A perfect girl who seemed to lift your spirits despite the hectic routine of your career. Jaemin had found and then lost his girl best friend all within the span of a couple of months as their friendship progressed into a whirlwind romance that was doomed from the start; another trait of the dreaded “girl” best friend.

The legend stated that the idol and the girl would always teeter between a platonic and romantic relationship, eventually causing conflict between the two and thus dooming the perfect relationship. The only way things seemed to work with these relationships was if the idol was to give up their career and dream to lead a normal life with their partner.

You and Jeno started hanging out quite frequently about 5 months prior to this very night on the bedroom floor. Usually when you hung out it was late at night, after practice or on his days off when you’d take walks by the Han river at 6am to stay discrete and watch the sun rise. Of course these could be seen as dates but the energy between you two wasn’t that heavy. It felt easy — for you.

Jeno was a bit of a nervous wreck. He didn’t think it would be so easy. He really did see you as a friend at first but he messed up. He started seeing you way too often and it was only inevitable that his feelings for you would develop just as quickly. It didn’t fully register until he found himself doing things boyfriends did, like taking you out on frequent dinner dates, or the ease of roping his hands in yours whenever you guys took your morning walks. It all seemed quite normal and natural for him until the rest of his members had grilled him about your situationship after the night of Chenles birthday party.

The two of you had lots to drink (as usual) and were carrying on like your normal selves — which apparently wasn’t very normal at all. Jeno leaned back in his seat with his hand stretched across your bare thigh. You sat next to him with your legs crossed as you sat silently, nursing at the drink in your hand while the boys engaged in an animated conversation about some drama they were binge watching back at the dorm.

Jeno rubbed circles against your leg with his thumb as the rest of his fingers gripped at your thighs. The other members certainly took notice of their friends hand placement but ignored it as they continued speaking. It wasn’t until you leaned over to rest your head against Jeno’s shoulder and he turned his head to plant a quick kiss on your forehead that the conversation at the table went quiet, momentarily.

Needless to say, Jeno was bombarded with questions that night after the boys had come to the conclusion that he was being far too reckless in public, and above all else — he had fallen for you.

Ever since then he struggled to keep from crossing the line drawn between the two of you but that line always became far too blurry when he was drunk. And boy was he drunk tonight.

The boys had warned him against it but he couldn’t resist inviting you over to spend the night. He wanted to hang out longer than you usually got to, and wanted to be able to let loose somewhere where he knew you’d be away from prying eyes.

Now here you were, a drunk and giggly mess on Jenos floor. The other members were hanging out with the two of you before but they had retreated to their rooms for the night to get rest — which apparently you were stopping them from doing with your laughing over the last hour. For you and Jeno the party was only just starting.

“Hide and seek?” Jeno suggested.

You shook your head vigorously before shutting him down, “too drunk and definitely too loud!”

Jeno covered his hand with his mouth as he muffled a laugh at your shaking head and rosy cheeks.

“Truth or dare!” said Jeno after uncovering his mouth and not even attempting to keep his voice down. Your hand flew over his lips as you shushed him, tumbling forward a bit as his arm flew out to your waist as he steadied you infront of him on the floor again. You felt his warm breath tickle your skin as he giggled against your palm.

“Fine but we have to be quiet!” you whispered, your faces inches from his as you carefully removed your hand from over his mouth.

“Okay, y/n... you first. Truth or dare?” asked Jeno. You hesitated before speaking. “Dare... no truth!” you squeaked. This time it was Jenos turn to cover your mouth is he pressed forward into you, sending the two of you slipping onto the floor.

His body was directly on top of yours as you felt the cool wood of the floor against your back. He winced as he waited for the inevitable to happen.

A soft ping filled the room and you and Jeno both turned your heads to peer at the phone that was on the ground next to you. The first ping was followed by 4 more as messages from the NCT Dream group chat spilled in — complaining again.

Jeno texted the group back to apologize, with only one hand because he still needed to muffle your laugh with his other. When he was finished he turned back to you with a stern expression on his drunken face.

“Truth— what are you thinking of right now?” he whispered, still above you.

“You’re not as heavy as I thought you’d be,” you answered without missing a beat.

“Truth or dare?” you asked Jeno.

“Truth,” he responded.

“What’s your biggest secret?” you asked.

“Honestly, you. You’re my biggest secret,” he said. He was right. If fans knew about the two of you spending so much time together he really could be in trouble.

“Truth or dare?” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Truth again,” you answered.

“How many people have you slept with?” Jeno asked carefully... his eyes narrowed and his lips pouty.

“Jeno!” you gasped quietly. He raised his eyebrows, challenging you and letting you know that he was expecting an honest reply.

“Fine,” you said before confessing, “just one!”

Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted your gaze away from him but you could see a small smile dance on his lips before it disappeared. “Wait, do I know them?” he asked suddenly.

“You only get one question each turn,” you teased, “now truth or dare!”

“Truth again!” he said.

“Uh... okay,” you pondered for a while, “what’s your biggest kink?”

Jeno’s eyes went wide as you watched the heat rush to his face. You were almost certain that you felt him begin to harden before he shifted above you in a position that allowed him to be a bit more discrete about his excitement.

“Ah, y/n... don’t be so shameless,” he scolded. Your mouth dropped open as the shock set in. How dare he make up such and excuse to avoid your question when he had asked you a personal one first.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t answer that! Give me a dare instead” he said as he flashed a smile down at you before finally moving and drawing you up into a sitting position as he poured the final shots of soju for the night.

You cheersed and downed them quickly before you stacked the shot glasses and pushed them aside. The alcohol was flowing through your system and you were beginning to feel a little mischievous so you decided to challenge your friend once more.

You watched as Jeno ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked at you expectantly, thinking he was off the hook. Inside, he was feeling a little overwhelmed. He had just narrowly escaped popping a boner with you right under him and the alcohol was starting to cause words to slip from his mouth carelessly. And you. You looked so beautiful that he could barely keep away from you.

“I dare you to show me,” you said. Jeno could have sworn your lips had began moving in slow motion as his own fell open.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he stammered.

“If you won’t tell me then show me. What’s your biggest kink?” you asked as you moved closer to sit directly in front of him. Your voices had dropped to a whisper lower than any volume you had been in speaking all night.

“Y/n... you dont know what you’re saying,” he warned.

“Truth,” you said randomly.

“What?”Jeno said, confused by your sudden interruption.

“Truth,” you repeated before continuing, “you look really handsome tonight.”

Jeno opened his mouth to respond as a smile spread across his lips but you cut him off before he could get a word out.

“Another truth,” you began, “I’m not sure if it’s just the alcohol but having you on top of me like that made me... feel things.”

“So,” you continued, “I’m just a little curious. I want to know what your biggest kink is. What turns you on?”

Jenos eyes were locked with yours. Even in the dark room, he held your gaze before letting out a deep breath. “So I guess this is it then,” he said under his breath.

You cocked your head to one side, waiting for him to elaborate on that random thought, but he never did. Jeno thought to himself, this was the moment where he’d have to choose wether or not to cross the line. He was nervous. Nervous about what you’d think of him but the more his eyes trailed across your body, the harder it was for him to hold back.

He watched as your chest rose and fell in anticipation for his next words — hoping to learn a dirty little secret about your best friend. He watched as your nipples pressed against the cotton fabric of your white shirt, as he caught sight of the faint outline of your areoles.

“Y/n... I don’t know,” he said as he tore his eyes away from your skin and shut them.

“I-it won’t change anything. I promise,” you said. “I know. I know all about that stupid story about having girls as friends that you all keep spreading around the company!”

Jeno froze as he opened his eyes again. You had reached out and landed your hand on his crossed legs. He reached out, slowly wrapping his hand around your wrist before jerking your arm forward, and pulling you closer to him so your faces nearly touched.

“Promise me. Promise me that you’ll still be my best friend no matter what,” he said as the words spilled quickly from his mouth.

You nodded your head and before you could register what was happening, your best friends lips were pressed firmly against yours.

“Truth,” he said as he broke the kiss. “I’m in love with you.”

You froze in front of him as he drew your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it and planting a peck on your lips. You roped your hands around his neck as you climbed into his lap, deepening the kiss.

Jenos hands rubbed along your sides, down to your waist and across your butt until he squeezed at your ass through the fabric of your shorts. You could feel him grow hard under you as you let soft moans escape from your lips.

Jeno brushed a finger across your lips.

“Shhh..” he whispered under hooded eyes. You nodded silently as you pressed your lips back together.

“So what is it then? Your kink,” you whispered.

Jeno scratched at the nape of his neck, still feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Come on, you can’t go back on your dares!” you warned.

He sighed before signalling for you to get on the bed as he followed. He ran his thumb across your cheek before lifting at the hem of you shirt and leaning you back onto the bed so you were laying flat against the pillows, topless.

Jeno snuggled into your side before looking up to meet your gaze — not saying anything. You watched as he opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to dart across his lips, wetting them, before planting kisses across your chest and drawing a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh —“ you said as the sensitive bud met the warmth of his tongue while he suckled away. You could hear Jeno’s breathing increase slightly as he grew hard against your leg. This time he pulled his pants down and jerked at his length softly, whining against your skin.

You wrapped an arm around him, supporting his neck as continued to work at your flesh as you ran your fingers through his hair — soothing him as he pumped at his length.

You could feel the pre-crum that had gathered at the head of his penis drip against your leg. Your arousal became too much for you to ignore but you couldn’t interrupt Jeno.

This was it, clearly. He had shown you his vulnerable side and now the pretty boy was fucking himself right infront of your eyes while he nursed at your nipple. You watched as the pretty pink head of his member disappeared between the fist he had formed with his slender and pale fingers.

You couldn’t take it anymore as you allowed your free hand to trail down your body and settle between your legs. You circled at your clit, groaning at the contact that you had been yearning for.

You whimpered as your fingers massaged at your center, causing wetness to pool against your fingers. Jeno suckled harder against your skin as you slipped your fingers inside of yourself. He jerked at himself faster this time, aroused at the sight of you playing with yourself while he was occupied with your soft nipples.

Your orgasm ripped through you as your insides throbbed against your fingers. You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying out as Jeno gazed up at you, loving every second of the show you were putting on. He loved the sight of your face as you finally reached your climax. He himself was close but it wasn’t until you slipped your fingers out of yourself and into his mouth in place of your nipple, that he was able to finally cum. His lips circled your fingers as he sucked at the juices that coated them while warm spurts of cum splattered across your thighs.

Jeno collapsed at your side, lifting his fingers up to your lips where you drew them into your mouth to have a taste of him. When you were done licking his fingers clean, he planted a soft kiss on your lips before snuggling back into your chest and licking at your nipples in silence.

“You really like doing that, don’t you baby?” you whispered against his hair as you combed your fingers through.

Jeno hummed against your skin. “It’s my favourite thing in the world,” he whispered as he lulled off to sleep, shortly followed by you.

The next morning, the two of you woke up tangled together beneath the sheets. Jeno was the first one up, and drew circles softly along your back as your eyes began to flutter open.

He paused his movements before nervously speaking. “G-good morning,” he said. “I didn’t mean to sit here and watch you or anything I just didn’t want to leave you alone on your first morning here,” he stammered.

You groaned as you snuggled up closer to him, feeling his body relax at the contact. “How are you feeling,” he asked you.

“Frustrated,” you responded before dropping your voice to a whisper, “someone spent hours sucking on my nipples and I’m almost certain it’s the reason why I’ve been dripping wet all night long!”

Jeno giggled while he planted kisses down your neck as you rubbed softly at your eyes, trying your best to fully wake up.

“I’m sorry,” said Jeno as he flipped you over onto you side to spoon you. He drew your body close against his before slipping his hands back down to your hips and pulling them against his front so you could feel the erection that had grown in his pants.

“Let me make it up to you,” he cooed in your ear as he touched at your body. And he did. He made it up to you all morning long.

thank you to the anon that came up with the truth or dare concept for this mini blurb! ❤️ I haven’t written in so long so forgive me if it takes a while to get into the swing of things again. I feel a bit rusty haha.

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Ships and Shells (Pt.1)

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There were a great many things that Virgil didnt know, how to solve complex math equations, how to balance a book on his head, how the ocean could be so close to him yet so obscenely far. Really that was what confused him, a title of 'Prince of the Seas' and yet he hadnt set foot near one once in his life.

For a kingdom based so heavily around aquaculture, it was rather odd that his parents seemed to fear water more than they feared the idea of poison in their goblets.

Of course, that didnt mean they'd halted the economy all together, oh no, it was perfectly alright for other people to do the dirty work of the oceans, so long as the nobility stayed away from it.

But that's the thing about keeping an eighteen year old boy trapped in an expansive palace with windows pointing out to a place he wasnt allowed to go. It never worked.

In the case of this particular rebellion, Virgil had strayed off nearly every day at night to watch the tides, to feel the water on his feet, to call out to the distant shore that seemed oh so welcoming when he wasnt allowed to accept its invitations.

And if he couldnt sneak out, he watched ships dock and leave from the harbor as often as he could, his mind swimming with ideas of what it might be like.

"But mother I dont want to go to my classes! The instructor is all boring and- creepy-" Virgil complained, dragging his nails along the table and pouting slightly.

"Well if you didnt want extra classes than maybe you shouldve paid more attention the first time," the queen responded coldly.

"Well how can I! You've placed the classroom right next to the ocean! If you wanted me to pay attention so badly why would you give me a view like that!" Virgil responded, throwing his arms up.

"Well I'd expect you to have a little more self control than that!" And that settled it, if Virgil's mother was mad, there would be no further questions. Virgil mumbled a bit before he stormed off to his classes, fidgeting with his hoodie strings as he walked.

Of course, he still didnt pay a single lick of attention, simply stared out of the window and cringed at his professor's comments until it was over.

And then it happened, he'd walked out of the study, and heard a loud crash from outside. He raced to a farther window, pressing his face against the glass.

A large black ship was docked in the harbor, and the harbor itself, was on fire.

Virgil had to duck as something hit the window, a quick look allowed him to recognize it as a grappling hook. So Virgil began to run as fast as he could, watching pirates was one thing, getting taken by them was another.

Unfortunately for Virgil, he was fast, but pirates with ropes were much faster. Virgil froze as he heard boots land on the floor in front of him, and attempted to turn back in the other direction, only to run into another pirate.

"Aaawwweee, poor thing, he thinks we're gonna hurt him doesnt he!" Said one of the pirates, cackling. Virgil looked up and spat in his face. The man blinked, pouting slightly.

"Well fine, since you want to be so rude about it, Janus? Roman?" The man looked over Virgil's shoulder, Virgil attempted to break into a run again, only for his arm to get caught by someone else. He swilling around and attempted to bite his captor, only to feel someone else press against his neck, his vision went spotty, and then faded entirely.

He woke up in a cell, the smell of salt water filled his nostrils, he had cloth wrapped around his mouth, wrists, and ankles.

"Terribly sorry for the lackluster greeting, we're not used to skittering mice," Virgil glared at the man standing outside of his cell.

"Gee, you could kill a man with those eyes," the man cackled. Virgil let out a low snarl.

"Oooohhh, I'm shaking in my boots!" The man leaned against the cell, lifting on leg up and propping it on a barrel behind him.

"Tell me, what exactly do you think you'll be able to do to me when you're stuck in there, and even if you were out, pompous prince like you couldnt even throw a proper punch," the pirate said with a grin, Virgil noticed silver fangs glinting at the front of his mouth. Virgil lunged at him slightly, only to end up falling on his face. The silver-fanged man let out another sickening cackle.

"And dont get any ideas about escaping, you're on Captain Remus Duke-Prince Kingsley's ship now, and you'll abide by my rules, or you'll find yourself hanging from a fish hook off the hull," the Captain's voice took on a sudden threatening tone that sent chills down Virgil's spine. Virgil watched as Remus turned on his heel and strode out of the room, wishing ever so intensely that he couldve broken his bonds and strangled the man before he even set foot outside the door.

It felt as though Virgil had been alone in that cell for hours before someone showed up, he was short, with messy auburn hair and bright green eyes. He looked guilty, sad even.

"Here's your food, I'll uh- get that cloth off now-" he stammered, slipping the tray through a slot in the cell, Virgil turned his back to the man, waiting patiently as he felt the man's fingers working through the cloth bindings. Almost as soon as he felt the last piece of cloth fall from his body he bolted upright and tried to push his way through the cage bars. The man who'd delivered his food gave him a pitying look, but didnt stop him. It wasnt until Virgil had managed to tire himself put and collapse onto the floor that he spoke.

"Well, I suppose if you're quite finished, youd like to ask questions, then?" He said, raising an eyebrow. His face was soft, even the mildly annoyed look spread across it now didnt take away from the rosy flush of his cheeks, nor the faint glimmer of his irises.

"Yeah, question one, what the hell do you think you're playing at," Virgil said, slamming his arm against the cage bars again, ignoring the vibration it sent through his body.

"Ok, dont get mad, which is probably a redundant statement since you already look like you're going to explode, but, I cant answer that particular question yet," he said, the guilty expression quickly resurfacing.

"Ok, sure, fine, can you at least tell me what you need me for? Because it clearly isnt a ransom or I'd already be dead," Virgil grumbled, smirking slightly at the worry this seemed to cause the man.

"Well uh, I dont have all of the details, but uh- well- Remus says- I think- we need your help with something? Like- finding something, he says we cant do it unless you're with us," the man stuttered, shifting his feet on the ground.

"Oh really? So if I were to- say, remove myself from the equation, you'd be at a loss hm?" Virgil said, the man let out a terrified squeak. Virgil gave a merciless laugh, for a pirate, whoever this man was, he was nowhere near as threatening as his captain.

"Well uh- yes- that's, how I assume it would work- but uh- I dont think it would be very beneficial to you either-" the man continued, his boots now tapping more frequently on the ground.

"You and I have very different ideas of beneficial," Virgil replied.

"Roman? Is everything alright my darling?" Virgil paused as he heard another voice, this one deeper, almost silky in tone.

"I'm alright Janus-" Roman replied, Virgil heard shuffling.

"Are you going to eat? I dont think it wise to starve yourself, after all, a prince of the seas die in the middle of the ocean? There are far less ironic alternatives, and with much more bravado than that," Janus said, Virgil muttered a bit before he turned to the tray, which was, by some odd miracle, still hot. He glanced in the direction of his co-captors to get a better look at the second figure. Janus was tall, with wavy brown hair that was parted to the right, the left side was shaved, there was a very prominent yellow snake skull drawn on the right side of his face as well, and he, to, had metallic fangs, though his were gold, and were visible even with his mouth closed, Roman, it seemed, had no such additions. Virgil eyed them both carefully before he started eating, and he hadnt realized how hungry he was till that exact second.

"And dont worry about excercise, you'll only be trapped here until we're in the next town, of course you wont be getting off the ship, so dont get any ideas," Janus said calmly.

"And what makes you think you can stop me?" Virgil said, glaring up at him.

"Who exactly do you think incapacitated you upon our arrival at the castle?" Janus said plainly, flexing his hands, upon which were gold accents that seemed to trace it like a skeleton.

"Well, enjoy your meal, and dont sit still for to long, it gets dreadfully uncomfortable for your joints to get that stiff," and with that, the pair were gone, Janus fixing his hat, and Roman clinging to Janus' arm like a lovestruck puppy.

And there was Virgil, alone, and very much unhappy.

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[princessjungeun]

7:30 Rosé x Reader

Request: May I also ask for a rose x reader where its war/ futuristic AU? After a battle, rose is looking for y/n since she strayed off from the squad, but when they find her at the medical bay, she lost a limb (arm or leg your choice!) and rose can't help as she watches in sadness as she see's y/n waking up with a whole new limb. BUT! rose comforts her and later on y/n learns to get used to the arm and when the war is over, they settle down and have a family. Angst at first but fluffy at the end?

It had been about ten years since the war started. At first it started in Washington DC, attacks on the White House from foreign enemies. Slowly, every major city in the world was being showered with bombs and fire. Within years most of the population was wiped out, almost all of your family and friends included.

Now all you had was Roseanne and your four other friends. You and Roseanne met before the war started, the two of you were childhood neighbors.

Roseanne was quick on her feet and she could climb almost anything with ease. This making it easy for her to hide from enemies and signal for the squad to attack.

You were skilled with throwing knives and axes. In addition to this your impressive swordsman skills saved the two of you in many situations.

Then the two of you met Henry, being strong and multilingual, he was an asset. He joined to see if he could find his (now dead) lover’s little sister, Hyejoo. Henry promised that he’d find and protect her if he could.

Ryujin tagged along after she helped you three out of an enemy attack. She might be young but she can shoot any gun like a professional, her favorite being a sniper. Ryujin never misses.

Soojin mixed in a little while after, using her looks to get what she needed before slipping poison into foods or drinks, killing her victims.

Hyejoo was the last to join your squad. She was an expert with bombs and gassing in battle. Her strong arm made it easy to throw grenades and tear gas at enemies. Hyejoo lost her sense of sight a year into the war. She was gassed so severely she went blind. However this heightened her other senses, making it easy for her to sense danger through vibrations and sound.

The six of you, stuck together and almost never separated. There was the unsaid rule that you’d protect each other, but you also wouldn’t hesitate to kill each other if need be.

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Half asleep you held a sleeping Roseanne in your arms, her breath ghosting your chest. “Guys get up I feel something” Hyejoo walked around the tent you all slept in, kicking your backs. Ryujin sat up “how many and how big are they?” Hyejoo shuffled her bare feet on the ground, running her hands along the hard Earth as well. “I can’t tell...there’s a few. Like ten men.”

You felt a pit in your stomach knowing who they were, and that they were looking for you. The six of you all stood up and quickly packed up camp before starting to get moving. Roseanne led the squad, Ryujin in the back ready to shoot anyone she found a threat.

The six of you walked for hours, stopping occasionally to refill your water canteens from nearby streams. Finally you all settled on a place to camp, an empty cave, with two entrances. A hidden one in the back and the one in the front.

“Ok lets get some sleep guys. Hyejoo if you feel anything wake us up ok?” Roseanne spoke as she unfolded a blanket. Hyejoo told her “I can’t see anything, the floor is sand, it’s too loose to pick up vibrations.” The six of you looked around debating if staying here overnight was a good idea.

However Soojin spoke up making the decision for you all. “Guys we’re kilometers away from any danger. Nobody will find us, let’s just get sleep and move out at dawn ok?” Ryujin chimed in, “yeah plus there’s a hidden entrance, if we need a quick escape we can go that way.” They all agreed while you could tell by the look on Hyejoo’s face she wasn’t sure.

You turned to Roseanne and said “I don’t think this is a good idea. The only one who can tell us if we’ll be in danger told us it’s not a good idea, and you still wanna stay? This is literally a death wish. I know they’re following us, and I’m trying not to die.” The lavender haired girl looked at you and said “we have no other options Y/N.”

Knowing this would probably work you stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her waist you said “Rosie...this isn’t a good idea.” Before she could respond Soojin cut in “absolutely not. This isn’t fair, whenever Y/N wants something she just gets all touchy with Roseanne and goes ‘Rosie’. And then Roseanne just does it. She’s using you Roseanne, open your eyes.”

The lavender haired girl looked at you and realized Soojin made a point. Whenever you wanted anything from her you did the exact same thing. The two of you both confessed long ago, but due to the state of the world you didn’t want to start a relationship. Especially if your lives were on the line every second you were in open space. Roseanne spoke to you harshly for the first time “if you dont want to stay. Then go. I’m done with you and your games.”

You told her “I’m not- Roseanne I love you. I love you so much and I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Her features softened but she looked at Soojin who shook her head. “Just go Y/N” was the last thing she said to you.

Looking around you realized staying probably wasn’t a good idea. “Whatever. I’ll see you all around then.”

You slung your swords and bag over your shoulder. As you passed Ryujin you told her “protect Rosie. If I find Jisu and Yuna I’ll do the same.” She smiled at the mention of her little sister and her lover’s names. You both linked pinkies and kissed them, the way you two always sealed promises.

Henry side hugged you and ruffled your hair, he truly was like an older brother. Hyejoo threw herself into your arms. Usually she wasn’t affectionate so this took you by surprise. You told the young girl “i’ll miss you pretty girl, if I find Chaewon i’ll keep her around ok?” She held your face in her hands before nodding and pulling away.

You walked away without looking back at Roseanne. Your heart clenched knowing you might not see her again, but the enemy only wanted you, if you left she might be safe.

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Weeks passed and you were captured by one of your own enemies. A boy named Felix and his nine other friends, the ones who Hyejoo sensed that night you left.

Felix held you captive, he’d beat you then care for your injuries. He tried to defend himself by saying he hated that he had to do this, but you needed to learn your lesson not to run from him. The boy tried to justify his actions by saying he loved you but you knew just had a strange obsession with you. The never ending cycle of this took a toll on you as well. Until you were rescued by some passerbyers, they snatched you up quickly. However, not quick enough because your right leg was severed by one of Felix’s men.

The strangers carried you to the nearest Medical Bay where a doctor completely amputated from just above the knee. You were there for months learning how to adapt to the metal prosthetic that you were given.

Over time you met people who came in and out, some you’ve known in the past and others not so much.

You saw Hyejoo’s girlfriend Chaewon, when she came in with a severed hand. She recognized you and decided to stay with you in the safety of the bay, hoping Hyejoo might come looking for you.

Ryujin’s little sister Yuna came in carrying a limp and bloodied girl one night. You realized it was Jisu, Ryujin’s lover. She’d suffered major blood loss but she was slowly coming back around.

You met a little girl Ivy, no more than five who had a striking resemblance to a woman you’ve seen in a locket Soojin wore. With time you learned she was the daughter of a woman named Shuhua. The child told you she was looking for a Seo Soojin, that her mother told her to find her and stay with her. You watched out for the child in hopes that one day Soojin would come along to collect her deceased girlfriend’s daughter.

More and more people came and went, the three younger girls however staying by your side in hopes that your squad would arrive. You simply didn’t have the heart to tell them that you’d left them months before.

Until one day you saw a familiar boy carrying a sleeping barefooted girl in his arms, Henry and Hyejoo. Behind them you saw the rest of your old squad walking towards the medical bay.

“HENRY!” You shouted and he locked eyes with you. He woke Hyejoo up and placed her on the ground as the two walked closer to you. The boy engulfed you in a hug and you two watched Hyejoo and Chaewon reunite for the first time in at least a year.

When the rest of your squad came they realized many of those they loved were in fact here.

Your eyes fell on Roseanne, she looked more beautiful than you remembered. Her eyes scanned the medical bay before her eyes locked with yours. You left go of Henry and limped over to her before falling into her arms.

Laughing softly you said “Sorry I’m still getting the hang of this thing...” She looked down at the metal prosthetic leg that was supporting you before looking back into your eyes.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she held you close in her embrace. You asked “Wha- I thought you hated me?” She sobbed into your shoulder and told you “I made a mistake. I’m sorry I love you so much. I thought you were dead or- I’m so sorry Y/N.”

Holding your weight on her you wiped away her tears and kissed her softly. “It’s ok Rosie, I love you too. Everything is okay now.”

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FIVE YEARS LATER

The war was slowly coming to an end and you and Roseanne moved to the countryside. Although there were still bombs being dropped and bullets flying, the countryside was safer than the city.

Your squad moved here with you however you all were very spaced out.

Ryujin moved with her now fiancé, Jisu not too far from you and Roseanne. Ryujin’s little sister Yuna stayed with them as Ryujin insisted she was still too young to live alone.

Soojin was now a mother to Ivy, the young child now around ten years old. The two of them lived on the coast side of the country, furthest away from you and the rest of your friends.

Henry still refuses to leave Hyejoo’s sode, never breaking the promise to his gone boyfriend. He lives with Hyejoo and her girlfriend Chaewon. The three of them only a few minutes walk from your and Roseanne’s place.

You watched from your kitchen window as Roseanne and your two daughters picked flowers in the field behind your house. Holding your sleeping son in your arms you kissed his forehead, looking at how closely he resembled you.

After all this time you were finally married to the love of your life, with three beautiful children.

[oh-theatre]

Consistent

A/n: HI HEY I WROTE FOR THE INTRUALITY BFFS AU I HOPE YOU ENJOY! Uh basically just a few things from across the au, its probs confusing so ask me questions :DD and ill answer. But ye! Let me know if you want more okay BYE IM SORRY ITS BAD ENJOY

Words: 1860

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, therapy mention

Pairings: Logicality, Demus, possible prinxiety

Summary: Just some moments from across the Intruality bffs au!

“Elevate a little higher!” Remus sings, Patton chuckles but nudges him to quiet as weird looks glance their way. Apologizing with his eyes he continues working away, Remus whispers next to him, bobbing his head to the music. “Throw a party in the-” 

“Could you not?” A voice from across the room begs, a smirk hidden by a bite from Remus. Pattons blush quickly appears as he pops his head out from behind his friend. “Oh! Patton” Logan notices, both sharing a rosy tint to their cheeks.

“Just get married” Remus mumbles, pretending to focus on his math. Patton coughs, turning back to his computer, Logan scratches the back of his neck, patting away the sweat with his handkerchief. Roman bites back his own laugh but says nothing. “Play ‘Frozen two’, I wanna listen!” Remus pleads, a sweet affection as his eyes push forward.

“Its your phone and airpods?” Patton hands him the device, a giddy shuffle as Remus starts the playlist. Both instantly feel more triumphant as they continue their work. “Show yourself!” They sing together, fits of laughter as they dance. Logan once more goes to shush the pair but finds himself endeared with the boy. They had come to expect these antics, when all six had been put into the same study hall they knew chaos would ensue. Dee looked on, watching Remus butcher every last note as his own music blasted in his ears. 

“Hey, broadway!” Virgil lashes, Remus turns, an innocent perk to his ears. “Maybe shut up so Dee and I can focus?” He spits, Remus obliges but only after he sticks out his tongue. Winking slyly at Dee, the more quiet. “God, hes worse than his brother” Virgil mutters, erasing roughly at the problem he had failed to do. 

“Its fun V” Dee admits, his own foot matching the rhythm of his music. “Plus lets be honest, its Friday, no one is actually working” He continues his silly doodles across his homework, knowing he can finish it in two minutes. Virgil huffs but keeps quiet, the distraction too much. 

“Be right back” Patton whispers, taking his laptop towards where Logan and Roman sit discussing their psychology classwork. “Can i?” He wonders, Logan hiding his excitement nods. “I had a quick question about our recipe?” Patton sits, Logan listens. “I was wondering if you wanted to tak-” He pauses as the music in his ear shifts. 

‘I just had sex!’ Rings out loud, Patton's eyes grow wide quickly turning to Remus. His idle face as he conceals his giggles looking at his work. Logan tilts his head but Patton simply removes the device, recovering from his fright.

“Your question?” Logan repeats, Roman mimics his brother with his own dancing. 

“I was thinking we could maybe take it a step further?” Patton proposes, knowing how anxious Logan was about his culinary abilities. “A pastry tree, we start with bigger ones on the bottom and slowly work our way up! So we can experiment and give the judges different options” He finishes, the sweetest of smiles.  Logan wants to argue, find a problem but his plan worked and worked well for their grades. 

“We can try” He decides, a quick grin and Patton leaves once more. Silent punishment to Remus when he returns to his seat. The class continues and ends fast, they all part to lunch, gathering in their separate areas.  

~~~

“You good lego?” Roman asks as he unpacks their chairs from the locker, Logan snaps back from his distant stares into the bleak plaster. He nods taking his seat, his eyes setting upon a very hyper Remus and Patton as they prepare for their meal. “Hey Virge” Roman greets, Virgil and Dee join them, a quadrant of four chairs forms. As usual…

“What's up with nerd central?” Virgil asks, snapping in front Logans face. He shakes his head returning once more. Virgil follows his gaze however, biting back a knowing smile, Patton already sunk into his book as Remus lays his feet across the boys lap. “Ya know, I heard that they were dating” He puts out, Logan snaps his eyes, fear ridden.

“Hah! Please, Remus and Pat?” Roman laughs, sitting down with a shake. “Thats hilarious, Remus and Patton are best friends and anyway Remus has a huge crush on Dee” He adds, munching into his sandwich. Dee rolls his eyes, a soft kick to Romans knee. 

“I know, just wanted to see what glasses over here would say” Virgil teases

“I assure you, I could care less about Pattons romantic status” Logan adjusts his glasses, sitting neatly eating his food. Virgil and Dee share a glance but leave it be. “We should invite them to sit with us, they are our friends” He offers, no qualms could be made. They did consider the pair friends...so what was the problem? 

“Sup losers” Ethan kicks his chair into the circle, forcing his way between Roman and Dee. 

Ah right…

Ethan

~~~

“Easy Remus!” Patton urges watching his friend balance atop the table trying to hang the valentines decorations. The door opens, Logan accompanied by Roman, Dee and Virgil strut in. “Remus get down” Patton asks, Roman chuckles, a sweet squeeze to Patton as the group passes them. “Tell your brother hes being an unsafe” 

“Just say idiot” Roman corrects, Pattons expression changes as does Remus’s. He removes himself from the table, returning to his spot behind the desk in the library. Roman sighs, dragged away by Virgil. Patton sits next to his friend, softly kicking his friends chair.

“You're not an idiot” He assures, Remus nods, burying his head in his arms. “Ro’s your brother, its his job to make fun of you” Patton comments, Remus huffs wishing the insults wouldn't go so far. “Come on rum-rum” He hums, Remus giggles, frustrated with his resilience. “Come help me please and then we can go home, watch a movie, make snacks, build a fort” He says, laying his arms and head on Remus’s back. The idea sounds wonderful, but hes not sure hes up to it...just yet. “Oh and dont forget we have therapy today” Patton reminds, Remus groans. He knows its helpful and he gets to do it with his best friend but the idea terrifies him. “I know you dont want to...but its going to help” Patton encourages

“Fine, on one condition” Remus decides, annoyed with his friends walking eggshells around each other. Patton faces him, furrowing his brows in question. “You have to go up to Logan right now, kiss him and then ask him to be your valentine” Remus dares, Patton squeaks almost knocking over the books behind him. 

“What!” Patton exclaims “You cant be serious! Youre not actually leveraging therapy over my valentines right now” 

“Do it or you'll be flying solo” Remus leans forward, Pattons breath seizes as he swallows looking towards the said target. “Hmm” He sighs, wistfully looking away. Patton shuts his eyes tight but snaps.

“Fine” He barely whispers, Remus cheers pinning delighted in his chair. 

“Have fun!” Remus grins watching Patton walk away, so much hesitance to him. Patton wrings his hands as he approaches the group, Logan spots him a formal smile to the boy. He stands to meet Patton halfway, Patton takes a deep breath. 

“Pat-” No time, he takes Logans tie, only tugging softly as he pulls the boy into a kiss. The absolute silence that falls over the room save for Remus’s disbelief, is frozen. Pattons heart pounds until suddenly Logans melting right into the kiss. 

And its perfect, its absolutely everything Patton had dreamed of

He pulls away in a frantic panic, forgetting what he was doing. Logan clears his throat, dusting himself off. Neither dared to move or speak, they simply stared in delighted confusion.

“Will you be my valentines?” Patton remembers the deal, Remus pounds hard on the desk through his exasperated laughter. “Im so sorry” He rushes, ready to turn away in his shame, feeling a soft hand take his. “Im sorry im not thinking straight” Pattons fear drips out of him, feeling the world grow silent with the simple pound of his breath.

“Ever! He's not straight!” Remus calls out, shushed by Dee. 

“I would love to be your valentine” Logan replies, a soft tone just for them. Roman and Dee erupt into cheers, Virgil nods satisfied as Remus waste no time running into his friend. Embracing the petrified boy, Patton still believes he's dreaming as Remus hugs him. “And you don't have to make a deal, I would have done it regardless” Logan adds, Remus falls to the floor much to happy.

“You told him!” Patton cries, Remus can barely nod. 

“He just texted me” Logan shows, Patton's face surely matched that of a tomato. “I'm glad however, it was taking too long” Logans coy expression only set Patton's heart a flutter.

“Motherfucker!” Remus stands, taking Patton from behind, the teens feeling safe in one anothers hold. 

“Yes good point” Patton murmurs, Logan chuckles. One more quick peck to Pattons cheek before he returns to his friends. “I'm gonna faint”

“Do it coward, you wont” Remus dares, still nuzzling into Patton's shoulder. Patton locks eyes with Dee, tuning out the silly teases from Remus. 

“Dee would you like to be Remus’s valentine?” Patton inquires, Remus falls silent. “Sucks to suck” He jokes, patting Remus as he returns to his position. Dee stands, ignoring the eyes that now watch him. Remus stutters failing to connect a coherent sentence. A hushed conversation and the pair meet in the hallway. Returning moments later, now words spoken but their interlaced fingers said enough. 

Suffice to say, Patton and Remus had a very good first session.

~~~

“One cold brew for you” Remus presents as Patton approaches the locker, Logan accompanying him in the early morning. He takes it, the most grateful look upon his face, Logan yawns. “Goodest of the morns Logan” Remus smiles, Logan nods through his exhaustion

“Coffee starlight?” Patton offers, Logan moans in happiness taking the caffeinated drink. Remus laughs sitting comfortably in his chair, kicking Patton in a rhythm. The boy doesnt mind, hes used to the fidgets and it didnt hurt. 

“Pickles did you do the homework?” Remus questions scrolling through his computer, Patton sets up his chair, taking his coffee from Logan. He gestures towards his own locker, Patton nods a quick kiss goodbye.

“Gonna have to be specific” Patton says, allowing Remus to lay his feet across him. Remus shows his computer screen, Patton checks the work and nods. “You got it” He assures, Remus fist pumps, shutting it happily.  “Wheres Dee?” Patton wonders, going over his schedule for the day. 

“He had an early test so I dropped him off, but we’re having dinner later for valentines” He smiles, Patton smirks. “Happy one year by the way” Remus celebrates

“You too” They cheer their drinks, falling casually into their conversation. The pair joke and laugh through excitement for the day, cheer and the musical. Everything felt right...for now. I mean it was senior year who knows what might happen.

At Least this, was solid and consistent.

Them

Their friendship

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Part 14

"Look all I'm saying is that people have been in and out of here all day. Maybe he just got in with one of the other guests" Bucky said i pulled out my bags and started throwing my clothes inside.

"Im not willing to take that chance Bucky!" I snapped "as long as I'm here I'm putting you and the girls in danger! You dont know what his capable of!" 

"You think I'm gonna let him close enough to hurt you and the girls??"

"He already got close enough! he took photo's of me in the shower!!! Christ he could've done more if he wanted to but his playing with us! Its all a game to him"

"One his not gonna win"

"His already winning dont you see that?" I cried covering my face with my hands.

"Baby i cant loose you!" Bucky said clearly panicking as he pulled me into his arms "dont let him win I'm begging you, you belong here with us"

"Your not gonna loose me Bucky" i mumbled into his chest as i wrapped my arms around him "I just think it'd be better if i go back to my place. Until Jack is caught, its safer for the girls if I'm not here"

"No!" He snapped leaning back to look at me.

"No?"

"Im not letting you go back there alone thats crazy! we'll be fine here....the girls will be fine. I'll check the house with Steve and Sam make sure his not here still.... i'll change the alarm codes.... the safest place for you and the girls is here with me"

"But...."

"No buts, your mine, he can't have you" he said pressing his lips to mine "I'll even get Steve to stay while we sort this out".

"Bucky if anything were to happen to those girls id never forgive myself"

"They will be fine babe"

"You really believe that?"

"I do. Id never put them at risk"

"Okay...."

Sleep was hard to come by that night, once i knew Bucky was asleep i carefully slipped out of bed and grabbed his sweater off the back of the chair before heading downstairs. I made a cup of coffee and went to sit on the sofa, my face turned towards my shoulder so i could inhale Bucky's calming scent off his sweater. My phone that was on the table next to my steaming mug of coffee started to vibrate.

"Unknown Number Calling" flashed on the front, i knew it was Jack.... who else would be calling me at 3am? I reached for the phone and hit the green button connecting the call.

"What?" I mumbled trying to keep the nerves i was feeling in check.

"Hey baby" he replied sounding smug as fuck, if i could guess id say he was smiling "you look tired.... you not sleeping properly?"

"What do you want Jack?" I sighed shaking my head, there was no way he could see me... all the curtains were closed so i knew he couldn't be lurking outside watching me.

"I told you already. I. Want. You."

"Too bad. You can't have me"

"Oh sweetheart you know thats not true"

"Jack your fucking delusional! There is no version of this that ends with us back together! Go find someone else, your good at that! In fact why dont you give Lucy a call? I'm sure she'd welcome your attention" i said referring to my ex best friend that he had cheated with.

"I told you i made a mistake with her. I was stupid i know that now.... but if you just give me another chance you'll see we're meant to be together"

"No! Jack i dont want anything to do with you!! if i never saw you again...that would be too soon!! please just leave me alone!"

"Never" he growled down the phone "if i can't have you no one can" he added before the line disconnected. Once i knew the call had ended i broke down, finally letting the tears fall.

"Y/N?..... sweetheart you okay?"

I looked up to see Steve standing in the doorway in black sweat pants, his hair a mess. As soon as he realised i was crying his rushed to my side gathering me in his arms and holding me tight.

"Whats wrong?"

"Jack.... hh...he just called me" i said holding onto Steve like my life depended on it.

"He what?! what did he say?"

"The same old shit his been saying, that he wants me back.....it was, it was what he said before he hung up" i looked up at Steve and took a deep breath "he said if he cant have me no one can. Steve, what if he goes after Bucky??"

"Bucky can handle himself darlin'..... im more concerned that he'll try and hurt you. If he knows you won't go back to him....."

"Oh my god......" i started to panic as i thought about Jack coming after me and that he might actually kill me...."that way no one gets me" i whispered.

"Hey, we wont let anything happen to you okay?"

"Im so tired Steve" i cried burying my face against his bare chest.

"Try and get some sleep sweetheart"

"I cant, what if his watching....."

"We checked the house, his not here"

"I know that but i can't switch off! I need to be awake incase.... i need to make sure the girls are safe"

"The girls are safe.... YOU are safe i promise" he said kissing the top of my head as his hand stroked up and down my back soothingly.

"Doll?" I heard Bucky's sleep ridden voice say as he walked into the living room "Steve?.... whats going on?"

"I came down for some water found her crying on the sofa, Jack called her" Steve told Bucky as he closed the gap between us, Steve instantly passing me into Bucky's arms.

"Take her back to bed Buck she needs to sleep"

"I cant....." i started to say with wide eyes.

"You can, i'll stay awake"

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart. Now go get some sleep"

"His right, come on" Bucky took my hand and started to lead the way back upstairs "we'll talk in the morning?" He turned to his friend with a concerned look on his face.

"Sure" Steve nodded at his best friend.

"Thank you Steve" i called over my shoulder, he was already switching on the TV to find something to watch while he kept watch for the night.

"No trouble at all sweetheart, goodnight"

"Goodnight" i smiled back.

I was laying in bed tangled in Bucky, his arms wrapped around me and our legs tangled together, my fingers gently stroking up and down his arm as my eyes wandered around the room, all sorts of things running through my mind. I felt his arms tighten around me and his face snuggle against my neck as he started to wake up.

"Morning beautiful" he said quietly pressing kisses behind my ear.

"Morning"

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Some" i nodded and shrugged a shoulder before turning to look at him. Bucky was so beautiful, i could look at him forever and never get tired of the sight. "I love you" i said trailing my fingers over his beard, a smile spread across his face instantly.

"I love you more"

"Sure you do" i rolled my eyes before giggling as he started to tickle my sides.

After finally dragging ourselves out of bed we went down for breakfast, Steve was already sat down with the girls, Rosie sitting in his lap.

"Morning" he looked up smiling as we walked in.

"Hey pal"

"Morning Stevie" i smiled before walking over to the coffee pot.

"You feeling better? Get some sleep?"

"Mmhmmm" i nodded before taking a seat next to Brooke.

"Really?"

"She got a couple of hours" Bucky added sitting across from me next to Allie.

"Good, Becca called earlier by the way, wanted to take the girls out for the day. She said you were okay with it, she asked at the party?"

"Oh yeah she did"

"I told her i'd drop them off on my way home, i need to go grab a change of clothes"

"That'd be great actually"

"Thats settled then. I was thinking, you should call Sam and report Jacks call last night.... they should have record of it"

"Yeah i thought so to" Bucky nodded taking a mouthful of his coffee.

Steve and the girls had left half hour ago and the house was eerily quiet without them around. Bucky had called Sam and told him all about the phone call i had received from Jack, Sam was going to look into it ASAP.

We had settled on the sofa to watch a movie and make the most of some alone time with no interruptions from the girls. It quickly led to a heated make out session and some good old fucking on the sofa.

"Your sofa is better for this by the way" Bucky chuckled as his naked ass squeaked on the leather making me cackle loudly.

"My sofa is definitely better for this" i agreed "We should probably get dressed before Steve comes back, i dont think he'd appreciate walking in to our naked asses on the sofa" i laughed against Bucky's chest.

"Yeah i guess so".

We reluctantly started to gather our clothes and get dressed, a cell phone ringing got our attention. We both started lifting various items of clothing looking for the phone.

"Its yours" i said handing Bucky his phone before pulling my sweater over my head.

"Barnes" he answered in his 'work voice' "your fucking kidding me..... no! Chloe that should have been done last week and filed already!" He moaned running a hand through his hair "he wont accept it until i sign it? Fuck sake!"

"Bucky if you need to go in i'll be okay" i said quietly so Chloe wouldn't hear me.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes" he snapped before hanging up the phone "I cant believe that girl sometimes! i told her to file this case a week ago! Now they need my signature...."

"Its fine Buck, Steve will be back soon anyway i wont be alone for long. I'll lock the door once you leave and set the alarm"

"You sure? You could come with me...."

"Id rather just stay here, i'll go have a bath and maybe try and get some more sleep now you've worn me out" i chuckled.

"Oh but now i wanna stay and join you!" He moaned leaning in to kiss me.

"I'll wait for you to get back for the bath then"

"I'll be quick!" he laughed jumping up getting his keys and heading out. I couldn't help but laugh at what a dork he could be at times. I watched him drive away waving through his open window then locked the door behind him once he was gone and set the alarm before heading back into the living room, i straightened up the sofa and made sure it was clean and tidying before making my way into the kitchen.

I was wiping the table over clearing up bits of cereal that the girls had spilt when my phone started ringing. I thought about ignoring it at first, i wasn't in the mood for another call from Jack! But then i thought it might be Bucky or Steve checking in so went back to the living room to get my phone.

I was a little surprised to see it was Sam calling me.

"Hey Sam, you looking for Buck cause his just had to go into work real quick"

"No, no I'm not looking for Buck, wait are you at home on your own right now?"

"Yeah, he'll be back within the hour, im fine the doors are locked and the alarm is set"

"Y/N i need you to stay calm and listen to me...... i need you to leave, just get out of that house" he said sounding panicked.

"What?.... why?" I felt my heart start to race.

"I traced that call, it came from within the house!!"

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Nightmares

Two

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none

Request: Anon “If u want a continuation to the Erik fic, maybe something with the kid reader still having nightmares, but not wanting to bother Erik, so they try to deal with it themselves. Maybe Uncle Charles notices and has a word, and then fluffy convo between kid and Erik, ending with more fluff and parent/kid cuteness? Just a suggestion”

A/N: Keep sending in request, loving them! Translations below.

Guten Morgen - good morning

Wie gehts? - how are you?

Nicht wirklich - not really

Liebling- darling

Mein süßes mädchen - my sweet girl

Ich liebe dich mehr als die Welt. - I love you more than the world

Ich liebe dich auch - I love you too

More often than not, you found yourself in the kitchens at ungodly hours in the morning, cheeks rosy and eyes swollen from previously shed tears from another night terror. They seemed relentless, plaguing your once peaceful slumber into something far more twisted, far more petrifying.

Luckily, your father hadn’t witnessed another one of your 4am-cry-and-drink-tea sessions, and you’d just prefer to keep it that way. Sitting down and having the hour and a half long chat about anything that came to mind certainly helped you take your mind off it, but you didn’t want to bother him, you knew he was busy and needed his sleep, it worried you when he looked like he was about to drop on the floor during your training later that day.

Pulling your dressing gown tighter around your waist, you flicked the kettle on and leaned against the counter, sighing as you put your head in your hands to let our another sob. Images from the twisted dream still haunted your thoughts, however desperately you tried to rid of them.

From the sound of your sniffling and the loud kettle boiling, you didn’t notice someone enter the room. You jumped as soon as you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders, your hands dropping from your face as you looked up to see who it was, panic turning into relief once you realised it was only Charles, relaxing into his side once you’d caught your breath back.

“Only me, love.” Charles said softly, guiding you over to the table and sitting you down, taking the chair beside you for himself. Erik had told him what had happened a couple of weeks ago, and only just now did Charles realise the extent of it. “Do you want me to get your dad?”

“No!” You said a little too quickly with wide eyes, making Charles raise his eyebrows at you in question. “Don’t tell him Uncle Charles, please.” You said quietly, averting your gaze from the man beside you to your lap, fidgeting with the hem of your dressing gown.

“And why’s that?” Charles sighed, taking one of your hands and squeezing gently. “If this is becoming a nightly thing love, which by the looks of it it is, you need to tell him.”

Looking back up at Charles, you felt the all-too familiar feeling of your eyes watering and you reached up for your free hand to wipe at your cheeks as you answered. “I don’t want to bother him, he has too much on his plate as it is. I felt awful for keeping him up a couple of weeks ago.”

Charles gave you a soft smile, shaking his head. “You know that’s not true love, he’d do anything to make you feel better or help you. Even though you are almost an adult now, you’re his little girl, he’d go to the ends of end Earth to make sure you felt better.”

You let out another shaky sob and Charles pulled you into a hug, hand rubbing your back soothingly. “I don’t want him to think I’m weak, I don’t want him to think I’m not capable of controlling my mutation.” You sobbed, swearing quietly to yourself in German as you reached up a hand to wipe your eyes. “I want him to be proud of me.”

Charles gently pulled you off him, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face. “He’ll always be fiercely proud of you, whatever you do. Never in a million years would he think you’re weak, darling.” He gave you a comforting smile, though on the inside he knew he had to tell Erik, he couldn’t let you go on like this. He saw how utterly helpless his closest friend looked the other week when he was explaining what had happened, and Charles wants nothing more than to help.

Charles’ mind wondered back to when you were just a tiny tot, no older than four, when Erik had brought you round to visit one afternoon. At that point, you barely spoke any English at all, Erik wanting you to speak German as your mother tongue. Charles had been sitting with you, reading a book to you in English, not expecting you to pick up any of it, yet he remembers the look of pure pride on your father’s face like it was yesterday when you began to repeat after him in English.

“Must I tell him?” You asked quietly, sniffling. The last thing you wanted to do was put more stress on your father, hence why you’d tried so hard to keep this from him.

Charles sighed, nodding his head. “You really must, darling. He’d do anything in his power to help you, and you know that.” He said softly, glancing at the clock on the wall. 5am. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed, and you can talk to him when he’s up.”

Charles walked you back to your room, giving you a gentle hug before closing the door behind you, making his way back to his own room, praying that you did indeed tell your father in the morning.

You didn’t manage to get back to sleep, in fact, you didn’t even try. Your mind was run ragged with how you were going to tell your father, and fears on how he’d react. Before you knew it, the sun was shining through the blinds in your bedroom window and you hauled yourself out of bed begrudgingly.

Tying up your hair and pulling on some clean clothes, you made your way back to the kitchen, a lot more busier upon your second visit this morning, and you immediately spotted Erik making some pancakes by the stove. “Guten Morgen, Papa.”

Erik turned towards you with a smile as you stood beside him, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Guten Morgen, Liebling. Wie gehts?”

Hesitating at his question, you turned to see if anyone would be listening into your conversation, yet everyone seemed to be pre occupied with their own breakfast, including Charles, who’s voice you could hear in your head saying “Remember to tell him.” Turning back to Erik, you thought carefully before answering. “Can I talk to you later, Papa?”

Erik furrowed his eyebrows in concern, frowning as he flipped the pancakes in the pan. “Of course. Is everything alright?” He asked quietly, quickly getting two plates out from the cabinet above and putting yours onto the plate in front of you.

Grabbing the syrup, you drizzled it onto your breakfast before passing it to Hank, who was sitting at the table with Raven and Charles. “Nicht wirklich.” You said quietly, before sitting in the spot next to Charles, Erik sitting on the other side of you.

While you ate your breakfast, there was plenty of small talk to be had, Hank making you all laugh more than enough times, giving the vibes of the room a well needed boost.

“Shall we go for a walk, Liebling?” Erik asked when you’d finished washing up your plate.

You dried your hands on the towel hanging from the oven handle and nodded, silently following your father to the outside gardens, ignoring the pointed look Charles gave you ask you passed him.

“Now. What’s troubling you?” Erik asked as you walked beside him, eyes trained on the opulent gardens filled with vibrant and beautiful flowers.

It’d broke his heart to see you how you were the other week, having felt like he’d failed as a parent, your only parent, for not taking action sooner. He’d gone straight to Charles to seek advice, and didn’t come out much wiser.

You were silent while you chose your words, crossing your arms over your chest as you pondered. The more you thought, the more tearful you felt, and before you knew it your eyes were watering again. “I don’t know what to do, Papa,” you cried, not noticing that he’d stopped walking until he gently stopped you with his hand.

“Don’t know what to do about what?” Erik led you over to a wooden bench by a water feature, one you were always fascinated with when you were small.

“These-These nightmares, night terrors, whatever they are. I can’t sleep, I’m up almost every night, I don’t know what to do.” You said, looking up at your father with a look that broke his heart to see.

“Why don’t you wake me, Liebling? You know I’d never mind.” He said softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his chest.

“I don’t want to bother you, you looked really tired last time when you stayed with me and I felt awful-“

“You know you could never bother me, ever. It doesn’t matter about me, as long as you’re safe and happy, I’m happy, ja?” Erik replied, kissing the top of your head as he whispered words of comfort into your hair between your sobs.

“I don’t-dont want you to think I’m weak, I try so hard to make you proud of me Papa, and I don’t want you to think I’m not capable of-“

“Mein süßes Mädchen, you make me the proudest Papa alive every single day, and nothing could ever change that. Not once have I ever thought that you’re not capable, you’re not weak for having these nightmares, Liebling.” He said softly, pulling you back slightly so he could look at you as he spoke. “I’m going to help you, in any way I can. Don’t feel bad for waking me if you want to talk to me, about anything, alright?”

“Danke, Papa.” You said tearfully, giving him a small smile as he wiped your tears with his thumb. It felt like a gigantic weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you made a mental note to visit Charles later and admit to him he was right.

“I’ll never not be proud of you.” Erik gave you a soft smile, pulling you in for another hug, which you were grateful for. “Ich liebe dich mehr als die Welt.”

“Ich liebe dich auch, Papa.”

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: I was on vacay for a while and I had a hard time thinking the plot through but this could work. If you want to be tagged, just ask me uwu

Summary (for the entire series Ofc) : You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Word count: 2148

Tags: None

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. And some angst, yet again *sigh*

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Parallel to the nature of the grimace present on your face shrouded by the umbra of the umbrella, the thunderclouds become bleaker and unwelcoming, complimenting the harsh pour of the rain on the city. In your mind, it could just get worse.

You tighten your grasp on the stem of your umbrella, the pressure of your grip making the veins in your wrist visible. To think you were enthused to spill the news to him, only to end up feigning the real one because you couldn't bring yourself to accept what must be.

You know he loves you, he loves you so much. He tells you 24/7. But that love is purely limited to hugs, small arguments, spontaneous fits of laughter, gentle pats on the back and forehead kisses. Compared to the almost spiritual connection he has with his fiancee. You've known and been around him longer than you could remember and yet, you're always several steps behind.

Well how else does platonic love compare to something romantic and sexual?

You stop in your tracks just half way through the wet sidewalk and stare at your reflection on a puddle beneath you. The tears dripping from your cheeks making bigger ripples on the puddle in contrast to the ones made by the rain. You sniffle, wiping your eyes quickly with your sleeve.

You hear a faint ring from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing Lucy's name flash on the screen. You swipe the answer button and go on walking along the moist pavements.

"Hey Luce!" You blurt to hide the cracks in your voice.

"Y/N! Where are you right now? I just got back from a photoshoot and I want to hang out with you!" She giggles through the line and you keep your eyes ahead.

"Well I'm walking back home-"

"In the rain? You could get sick!"

"Lucy, relax. I'm covered up."

She sighs in relief, chuckling at her little mistake. "Sorry there. But mind if I stop by at your place?"

You don't think twice before answering, feeling the need to have some company. "Of course. Hurry up, I'm almost home." You aren't though, you're a dozen blocks away from your destination but you kind of want her to be there just in time for you to...vent.

You hear an audible slam echo from the line, almost coming off as a car door slammed close. "I'm on the road, I'll see you, Y/N!" You hum in response, your mouth curving slightly to the side. "You too, Lucy. Drive safely."

She bids you adieu for the meantime and you pick up your pace along the streets, careful not to glide recklessly over moist surfaces. The rain is not going to lighten very soon, you're sure of it.

As soon as you step foot into your living room after drying off, you are welcomed by a laid-back version of Lucy seated on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew in hand. You chuckle softly at how mellow she's positioned during such a weather, even more so at her choice of beverage.

"You're late." She shakes her head at you, pretending to be upset.

You shrug out of your coat and drape it over your shoulder, trudging to her and crouching down to hug her. "I am so sorry I left almost too quickly last night though."

She pats your back, letting a 'tsk' slip past her lips. "You are lucky Gwilym was there to accompany me."

"Hmm, he's not mad at Joe and me, is he? " Pulling away, you joke a little to cheer yourself up.

"No," she takes a sip of her can and puts it on the table, "in fact he's furious." This could be a little enlightening, a chat with Lucy to shed a beam of light on your mood. You take a seat next to her and begin your conversation. It's not much except that it's full of what happened at her photoshoot, the promotions she is required to attend, a few people she's had a little beef with and apparently her planned getaway with Rami to France. The topic is almost unilateral but you always take genuine interest in everything she says. Notwithstanding the fact that she constantly groans at the mention of the situations she underwent, you both still take a laugh out of it.

It's Lucy, she's a fascinating person with a fascinating life. You sometimes even wish you had her glam and eye for fashion.

She moves a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead and looks at you curiosly. "Okay enough about me, what went on with you this week?"

You shrug, in an attempt to recall anything at all. "Not much. New Year's was a blast and last night's party was another thing," you turn your glance to your shoes, a frail smirk ghosting on your lips, eventually turning into a hopeful beam as your acceptance into the medical school flashes in your mind, "and... I got accepted into the medical school I applied for."

Lucy's eyes snap wide open at the news. "Shut up," she grabs you by the shoulders and gapes at you with eyes sparkling like they just found a heap of treasure, "you applied for medical school?" The slight disbelief and utter amazement can never be any clearer in her voice.

You nod happily and without warning, Lucy pulls you in for a tight hug, squealing at your success. "Oh my god, that's amazing! When did you get the letter? Have you told anyone?"

"I was sent an email from the institution this morning and told my parents and Joe about it soon after."

Lucy shifts on the couch, sliding her hands over her lap. "Which medical school though?"

"It's outside the country."

"Have you told Ben? "

With her question still hanging in thin air, you pause for a while before turning your head to her, shaking it slowly.

"Why?"

You stand up and head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your action confusing Lucy. "Y/N, are you okay?" She asks and you return on cue with your glass in hand. You let out a soft exhale and descend onto the couch. "I just...dont want to make him worry."

"Worry and Ben aren't exactly two words that mingle well. Solely in the context of a great news such as your acceptance."

"Of course, but I don't know how long I'll be gone." You notice your voice dwindle down to a whisper with the cast of your gaze to the side. The look on your face is deciphered by Lucy who's somehow adept at reading expressions, the blank that is your face making it easier for her.

And she suddenly knows what those furrowed brows mean. "There's something you're not telling me, Y/N. Just say it. I mean...even if you don't say it, I already hinted at it." She slides a hand over yours and you slowly turn to her, your expression becoming mildly stark. Of course she'd have a guess and it's only fair that she knows, she could help you get over it.

Your lips part but quiver as you try to find the right words. "I love him."

Lucy's gentle hold turns into a light squeeze, an indication of her comforting you. Her lips curve into a tender yet sad smile as she draws you in close again.

No matter how hard you're trying to let the tears fall, it just doesn't. It hurts but your tears aren't present to highlight that churning burn. Against all the odds to have them resurface in your eyes, you dip your head onto her shoulder and just squeeze your eyes shut. You mumble languidly on how it was an impulse to lie about your acceptance to Ben after he had broken the news about his engagement to you and soon after you had the thought that he would slowly forget about you once he and Rosy marry, and that your friendship wouldn't matter in the long run. As the decision that it'd be best if you go without him knowing, thinking it would make it easier for you to move on.

Lucy clears your face of your hair strands, staring at this once hidden,broken side of you. "I'm so sorry. I know this might not change a thing but you must tell him. He would never forget you, you're like the first person on his mind when he needs someone to talk to."

"Rosy's his life-"

"Y/N, don't demote yourself to a third party. You're more than what she is in his life," a brief pause from Lucy followed by a heartwarming emphasis, "you're his soulmate."

That word always meant something different to you. It involved a deep,romantic relationship but with how Lucy uttered it, it now means something entirely new. But you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's not a concept that can suture the gaping cut left in you.

With the little emotional strength left in you, you smile, launching at her with another hug as a requital to her presence during a time as this.

"I know it hurts...but- bloody, that's what love does to everyone."

--- (Apparent time skip 👀)

Amidst the hectic schedule your job has burdened you with throughout another week, never once have you faltered in between. You've gotten tons of invites to get-togethers during your weekend from friends yet out of the fear of losing all concentration on your duties, you turned them down politely. The second week of a new year means a new batch of spine-cracking, workload for everyone with jobs.

You're doing all this to save up for med school and it's something you tend to prioritize first and foremost. And regarding med school, you are to leave a month before enrollment to ensure your documents are in tacked and get served first. Since a few days before first semester arrives, enrollees would be lining up from different backgrounds and classes would be heavily filled. You have weeks left before your departure...and still, you haven't told Ben the truth...or talked to him in days, at least. For all you know, he could be on a tour, at a conference, an awards ceremony that you don't know of- certainly not the Oscars since you've been told that it's scheduled on February. He's probably busy enough to have other things in mind.

You discard the distraction and go about your business in your work area, with the intention of letting it purposefully distract you.

Minutes close to your dismissal, one of your co-workers strut in to invite you to have a drink with them. You could do no more than turn her down politely but with regards to the strain you've put yourself in with work, she insists and demands that you don't hesitate.

"But-" You try to protest, only to fail as she cuts you off. "I beg of you. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

You lightly clap your hands on the desk, springing from your chair with your head lightly tilted to one side. You turn your head to the wall clock on your far left and bob your head. "Do we leave now?"

"Most certainly. Come on!"

You haven't sped out of the building that fast with your colleagues before, not that it's not the first time but it certainly feels like it with how relieved you feel to go out. You needed a distraction from your personal ordeal and you got it, in the form of a night out for a drink.

You hit the pub that's just right across the street for the sake of convenience, half expecting your night to turn out eventful. A light buzz from your pocket stops you halfway into the entrance and slightly indisposed, you fish your phone out from your pocket, holding up your index finger at one of your colleagues to take the message you've received. They stride in ahead of you as you read the message, a little surprised to know Joe's back in London in the favor of Lucy who had asked him to come back. He's asked you out for a dinner with his friend but you tell him you're out for a drink with your colleagues, to which he replies with, "Mind if we join you then?"

And of course, you invite him over. Traipsing through the near rayless place to find your friends, hilariously realizing you're walking to the beat of the music coming from the speakers, you do a double-take at the table to your near left, quickly covering your face and speeding away to continue your search as the sight of Ben with his mates and Rosy ruins the first half of your evening.

What a distraction from a distraction.

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Marlon x reader - trouled youth madness

A/n- im going to make a different plot in which everyone is friends. And this is life before walkers. Mitch is your big brother, and bolth you and marlon have a crush on eachother will mitch find out or not. What will happen? Srry if its not good im not used to writing yet.😂

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There was no boubt in mind that your brother loved you. He really did, but his ways of showing it wasnt the best.

You were at one of his and marlons football games. Now yes its cliche but just know they sucked.

You were sitting on the uncomfortable benches just waiting for the game to be over, it was 10 - 1 of course ericson being the 1. Mitch had gotten really pissed before the game because his teammates wouldent listen.

You had heard arguing, and it sounded almost like mitch and the team captain, you run down seeing what the commotion was, of course. It was mitch. You step into the gym, stepping between them trying to split them up with marlon's help. "Whats all this about." You asked sternly narrowing your eyes.

They looked at you with shock, they were suprised to see mitches little sister. Theyve never met you. " this bumbass is telling me how to play" mitch says, you can see the anger in his eyes. "Just calm down mitch" you say looking at him, then you turn to the captian. " just follow his lead dude" you say turning to the other guy. He looks at you, you automatically know what hes gonna say.. "get out of here princess, you dont know shit" he says, that angerd you. Your face turned red with so much anger , your eyes were full of fury. he would of died just looking into them. Marlon saw you and so did mitch, they looked afraid, afraid of what you might do. You had a bad temper, and this made you flip. " i got somthin to say to you..." marlon and mitch try to grab you but fail. "Hey y/n calm down dont listen to him" marlon says trying to grab your arm . "1 dont ever shout at me!" You step closer, he had gave up on grabbing your arm and procided to grab your waist trying to pull you back. "2 dont fucking yell at my brother!". The arms get tighter, but dont stop you. You see the boy fill with fear as you come closer..." and 3 dont ever and i mean ever call me a damn princess" you try to punch him, but you get held back only to see marlon pulling you by your waist.

You look at mitch, seeing him relax a little. The guy looks at you laughing. He made a mistake. You run out of marlons grasp, punching him and breaking his nose. Mitch looks at you is shock, the whole football team joins in and looks at you. "Really y/n you couldent just not do it" he says, your eyes well up with tears and anger, frustration filling you. Mitch trys to grab you, to hug you because he knew he had hurt you in some way, but You ran out of the gym into the cool night sky, heading to the dormitories , knowing they were gonna be pissed at you.

You shut the door entering your room. You sat in the corner of your bed thinking about what you did. 'Was it good, was it bad, was it right, was it wrong' you diddent know but neither did you care about what you did, all you cared about. Was your brother.

You hear a knock, expecting only mitch and marlon..but luckily it was all of your friends. You welcome them in closing the door, and sitting back in your spot, "i guess they told you" you say breaking the silence. They look at you, "no, we saw him with a broken nose and automatically knew it was you" louis said making you crack a smile. " so what made you so angry" ruby said, making everyones head turn. "Well....he called me a princess and yelled at me." You say rubbing the back of your neck in embarassment. Broady chuckled. "Wow imagine if it was something more serious, we woulda had to dig a grave" she says. You look at the floor, feeling eyes on you. "Hey y/n whats wrong" louis says with worry rubbing your back. Yoou pop up your head, eyes getting glossy. "They are pissed at me, arent they, mitch had yelled at me. I bet you hes not going to talk to me." You say looking back down. Louis looks at the group, nodding saying he should tell. "Mitch is...but marlon isnt, you know y/n he understands. You guys have the same temper...but he knows how to control it better than you."

You shoot your head up, only to hear the knob turn, seeing the 2 figures. Mitch and marlon. You turn your head looking away, so they wouldent see your tears. But the worst part was mitch and marlon had alreadys saw them. "Y/n, i....." you cut him off. "Dont apologize for something thats not your fault" you walk out the room. Leaving all of your friends speechless.

Mitches pov

"What did he/she say?" I ask. Everyone looks at me, louis turns his head twards me and Marlon. "Well she/he does not like you mad. She/he says its his/her fault, and you BOLTH don’t want to talk to him/her". I look at him. I turn to Marlon seeing him with a sad expression, "but im not mad, I understand him/her...he’s/she’s frustrated, and mitch not to pin this on you...but you havin’t been paying much attention" Marlon says looking at me I look at him seeing a hint of something in his eyes, something I don’t like. But I ignore it. I turn to everyone “I got to talk to her don't I” I say seeing everyone’s head nod in agreement.

“ill talk to him/her first” marlon said, I looked at him, grabbing the back of his shirt first. “I have to talk to you first” I say, he looked scared, but he came along either way. we walked out of the door standing near the wall next to it.

“do you like my sister/brother” I say with a low voice, marlon looks at me, his cheeks turn rosy red. “I..I do” he says, I pause in my spot, somewhat angry but I don't know why.

“j..just go talk to her” I say turning away from him ; arms crossed from my chest, anger rising up in me;. ‘why am I feeling like this’ I think. I turn around to see everyone smirking.

“what I don't have the right to be protective over my baby sister/brother” I say looking at them. brody chuckled, “its not that, its just that it is very cute. your so protective over her”. everyone smiles at me, I uncross my arms glaring at them. “if I were you id run” I say looking at everyone, with a death stare. They looked at him smirking, not being phased by what he said.

Y/n pov

you walk down the dark halls of Ericsons, hearing footsteps trail behind you. "Marlon?" You ask questionable, even if you knew it was him. You turn seeing beautiful blue eyes. Damn did you love those eyes. He looked at you coming closer, opining his mouth to speak to you. "Y/n Im not mad.....I just wanted to say I understand.. I understand what is wrong" he says touching your arm.

“Marlon how can you understand? my own brother doesn't understand, no one does” you say scoffing the last part in a rude way. he looks at you with sympathy. “ I care about you Y/n, everyone does. mitch may not understand but that doesn't mean everyone wont either” you look at him somewhat unserstanding what hes saying. “ t-thanks marlon, ya know for being here” you say feeling a hand on yours. “anytime” he smiles as you tighten your grip laceing your hand’s together. "hello" you hear somkne say. Bolth marlon and your heads shoot up, looking at a fusturated mitch. "Can i talk to her....alone" he says giving marlon the death glare. Marlon looks at him, pure fear scatterd along his face. "Y-yea" marlon runs out, keaving you two alone.

Mitch takes a seat next to you, crossing his legs to let you know hes here to apoligize. "Im sorry for yelling at you...i know you hate when people call you princess and you have a right to be mad" he looks down with sorrow. You hug him, looking at him. "No.. im sorry i should of controlled my anger" he looks at you and smiles, "glad you learned your lesson" you smack his arm lightly as he ruffels your hair in a big brother way. Since hes your big brother. You guys stand up and walk out of the room, into the dark hallways of the school.

"Is marlon awake?" You ask seeing mitch turn to a slightly angry expression. He turns to you, "uh yea im sure" he says with a slight scoff. You smile knowing he doesnt like the idea of you and marlon 'hanging out'. "Awwww is my big brother maddd" you say making fun of him. He glares at you with a slight smirk. "Maby" he says looking at you, he heads to his dorm saying goodnight and leaving. You walk away heading to marlons dorm seeing if you can hang with him. You knock on the door only to be accompined by a sleepy marlon. "Hey marlon sorry i wanted to hang b-but you can go back to bed" he looks at you and grabs your wrist before tou turn to leave, "stay" he says pulling you into the room. Ypu walk to his bed cuddling with him. "Y/n you know if mitch finds out there will be no marlon anymore" he says chuckling. You look at him laughing "i know, but i will make sure he doesnt hurt you" you say slightly falling asleep, letting the daek room take you in.

[lorrainekindawrites]

I look at the mirror and see nothing but a failure.

I wont even forgive myself after that look on his face. I snapped. I failed. I did it, and have, again and again.

That look... I know hes trying not to be scared. My love, my Isak, has always been so strong. But not right now.

"Get out of here, please," I told him while he pleaded to stay.

"Even, listen to me---"

"Isak," I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and then I remembered stop. Dont. Let go of him. You're hurting him.

Like a lighting bolt struck me, I pushed him to the door and went straight to the bathroom.

I'm sorry, Is. I'm really sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry.

I look at myself at the mirror. He probably hates me. Hes been through this many times now, he always stayed, but this was different.

A dark cloud consumes me, bringing me farther away from every minute I try to build for us, for today. It's his birthday. It was supposed to be special.

I have always hated my reflection, especially times like these. I wanted to run. I grab a fistful of my hair and tried to shout without a noise; it hurt. I pace back and forth and my reflection keeps on mocking me. I looked at it, it seems like its smiling at me.

I punch the mirror.

I dont feel anything. I see red, blood, knuckles cracked open. I cradled my hand and sat on the floor.

Have I woke up? Should I call isak? I dont want him to worry. I turned on the shower, I didnt want the hot water to touch my skin, so I turned it to icy cold. It felt good.

I sat there. I can feel a shiver coming right out of me, but I ignore it.

I've hurt him. I ruined the bathroom. I smashed the mirror with my first. I'm hurt.

I'm hurt.

"Even?!" Isak came through the door and picked me up from where I was. I felt light headed and maybe the darkness consumed me whole, or maybe I just fell asleep.

There goes my Isak. I feel his arms wrap around me, his shirt soaked from mine. His smell... he smells like home. Hes here. I'm safe. He stayed.

You hurt him. No I didnt.

Hes going to leave you. No he won't. Hes here. Hes the only one that can see me.

"We're going to the hospital, okay?" He kissed my forehead. "Its okay, Even. I'm here."

Yes. Dont leave me, I wanted to say. But my mind, my mouth, my will wont let me. So I just fall into his arms and let him hold me here. Soaked and hurt. But here he is, solid and strong, like always.

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I feel so tired.

We are now in a hospital room, an occurence that is all too familiar for me. I never wanted to come back here, but I could feel a warm palm on my arm that somehow felt the only real thing in this room.

"Even? Are you awake?" Isak said, stirring from his sleep. I wish he stayed quiet, stayed sleeping for a while. I didnt want him to see how much of a failure I am. Here I am, the "love of his life", flawed and imperfect. He deserved so much better. So much for the man of his dreams.

"Go back to sleep, Isak," I said.

"Even, please. What you're feeling now, it's okay. I can handle it."

I laughed. After all this time, Isak is still such a bad liar. He never was a good one. He couldn't even hide the look on his face when last year, I nearly jumped from our window. The look on his face, the thought of scaring him like that again, the pain in his eyes...

Suddenly, I feel warm, soft hands on the frame of my face and two, big green eyes that belonged to the love of my life. "Even. Ev, stay with me, please. I'm here. Theres nothing to be afraid of. Stay with me, I'm not going to leave you. You're not alone. You havent been for so long now, please remember that, at least."

You're not alone. I remember the first time he said the same three words that sheltered me from the sun, the same three words that brought me back to my feet, the same two eyes, same nose, same rosy cheeks, same lips that reminded me of the Even before this.

It hurt so much.

"Baby, please dont cry," Isak said, a thumb running across my cheek. It feels wet. Have I been crying? I can only feel my heart tearing from the inside.

Isak pressed his forehead on mine as something warm brushed my cheek. Is Isak crying? "Stay with me, beautiful. Please? It's okay. Everything will be okay."

All I can remember is the darkness eating me alive and soft warm lips on my forehead.

I'm sorry I'm like this.

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It has been a month since then and it was the hardest he had to go through. He has never felt that low before, like a big anchor was holding him down underwater, preventing him from surfacing the waters to breathe. To feel warmth. To be alive again.

But then there's Isak, the one who never left. He was with me day in, day out. I may have lashed out on him before because he pushed me to eat my dinner.

"Even, you need to eat. Even just a bite," he pleaded, a spoonful of soup at his face.

"What the fuck, Isak. Cant you understand? I. Dont. Want. To. Eat. Should I repeat it again so you can stop annoying me for a second?"

"Its just that you havent eaten since yesterday---"

"Get out! I dont want to see you! I dont want to eat! I dont want to drink! Just leave me alone!"

That night, Isak slept on the couch, went oh by his day and went to work at the research centre. When I asked him about it, he keeps on telling me that it was okay, that he was just giving me space. But I know deep down I hurt him so much.

Isak has been with me for seven years, and to imagine the pain and frustration he had to face whenever this happens... how could he ever love an abomination like me? A failed experiment? A sorry ass of an excuse to be with, to stay, because he feels sorry for me.

And as if he could read my mind, I feel Isak kiss my cheek. "Someones in his head again, huh," he said, a grin plastered on his face.

Now that I see him with different eyes again and with a steady mind, I can see my life through his. I see a man brave enough to stand tall for anything, to fight for the man that he loves even if it meant having to battle my own demons with me; I see a man ready to drop everything and bring me to the hospital if I do something foolish again; and a man who will keep on reminding me that I am loved, that i am not trivial, I am not a monster--- that everything will be okay.

"Are you alright?" Isak asked.

God, I love him so much. I nod in response.

He then wrapped his arms around my neck and mine on his waist. He feels so solid, so strong, so steady. Enough for me to lean in and not worry about falling. I feel warm lips on my forehead and the tip of my nose on cold ones. I see a smile forming on his face and at mines. Hes so beautiful. I could never do what he can.

"That's good to know," Isak kisses me on the lips. I pulled a bit longer because I wanted to tell him everything through it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

You're my everything.

When he pulled away, I can see pink coming from his cheeks. At least I can still make him smile despite the dark clouds hanging above our heads. "I love you, too," he said. As if reading my mind again, and kissed me again, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and my forehead.

He feels like home. I feel safe. Everything will be okay.

So this is entitled "Forehead Kisses" and I dont know, I just wanted to write it, I guess? I'm sorry if I made any mistakes! I guess I had to wallow in my own sadness?

[thefallenarbiter]

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>>>>>>> NOTE!!! DRAWING WITH EVERYONE's CHARACTER WHO WAS NOTIFIED TO THIS POST IS TOWARDS THE MIDDLE!!<<<<<<<<

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Midnight Trick and Treat

“This is the perfect chance to take all those snacks,” Olive said with such glee that I had to glance over to make sure they didn't hear her. Evia hushed her before she could let out another booming cry of desire. Olives ears quickly perked down, a pout was on her face from being hushed. I watched as Evia rolled her eyes but gave a quick lick to her ears. The fur on Olive's cheeks somehow turned a rosy red from blushing. But her ears perked back up, a wolfy grin was on her face again.

I held in a groan. This was was not a good plan. We were hidden between the grass, its long blades kept both me and Olive hidden but Evias horns poked through when she shifted her weight. Looking back at the ground I watched as they chatted between one another. I noticed a pattern as one would move their mouths and the others would laugh not long after. Olive followed my gaze but her eyes were stuck on the unguarded bags of treats.

A devilish grin formed on Olives face, ”We gotta get those treats. Ill split all the bags with you two.” she said.

“I dunno Olive, It doesn't sound like a very good-” I stopped when I looked back over at Olive. A grin was placed on her mouth while her eyes tarted between me and the treats. I nearly shivered when I looked at Evia. Half her face was hidden behind Olives but I could see her eyes narrowed dangerously at me with a scowl. When our eyes met she started to mouth something to me. I stared at her mouth, what is she trying to say to me-..Oh. Her claws began to tap the ground impatiently.

I laughed softly, ”Oh god Olive, I knew leaving all the ideas to you was just a fantastic idea! Nothing will go wrong!” I said with the biggest, fakest smile I could muster. You couldn't blame me for lying. You really couldn't when you were stuck between pleasing a giant warrior and a tiny dog who could make you regret anything if you upset her.

“S-so what's our plan?” I asked, the tapping stopped. I held back a sigh of relief at least one of them is pleased with my answer.

“Oh it's pretty simple, we're gonna sneak up right up to them and they won't even notice a thing! It's gonna be great!”

Oh my god, we're going to die. Were so dead. Dead,dead,dead. She's going to get us killed! I laughed nervously. Maybe I can eat a few candies before they catch us. Yeah, that sounds less bad than dying on an empty stomach I thought. The panic I was feeling felt less bad when I thought of this.

“Well, we better get this over and done with! I'm just DYING to get all that candy.”

Olive must have agreed with me because her face lit up but quickly disappeared in the mass of grass as she crawled away.

Evia smirked at me, ”If all hell breaks loose and I have to choose one of you, I'm choosing Olive.” her smirk widened when my eyes grew in size with my mouth agape. She quickly slithered after Olive. I stayed where I was for a moment before following suit. The grassed softly brushed my sides as I crawled through slowly. When I lost sight of Evia I peeked my head out to see a large white wolf sitting on a bench. I tilted my head as a bag of candy was right under them. They were distracted by the messages on their phone. I peered at the candy and nearly sighed in relief. The wire was under their leg to keep it from falling which meant one less person after us during the run.

I quickly hid back into the safety of the grass and proceeded to follow the scent of both Evia and Olive. My ears tilted towards the left at the sound of rushing water. I suddenly felt thirsty but pushed on. I spent a few seconds crawling before stopping. Evia was facing me and when she saw me she pushed me past her. When I was right next to Olive she stopped, I glanced around than stared at Olive puzzled.

Her eyes moved to the area ahead of us, I followed her gaze than wished I had made them both upset. The group was right in front of us, each one chatting away as their bags laid helplessly on the bench closest to them. I looked back at Olive who looked at me expectantly. I quickly looked away so she wouldn't see my panicked expression.

I slowly began to crawl forward and paused when one of them shifted more than 60 degrees. When I made it to the bench safely, I observed the bags, each had different animals which held the candies inside. I slowly moved my head forward, grabbing of the largest bag which Evia helped me put down. Once it was released she had a firm hold on the end. I then grabbed ahold of two sets of strings, I pulled softly until the bags were softly nestled on the ground. Olive reached forward, bit onto the wires and held them in her mouth like Evia.

I glanced at the last bag, it's pumpkin eyes staring intently at me. I gulped nervously. I

slowly took a step forward with my head outward to bite the string. With a snap, the twig underneath my claws broke in half. Any conversation that the group had halted, they all turned towards me all at once to see the source of the noise.

I smiled nervously, ”Hello! My name is Sona. It's nice to meet all of you-” I paused when Olive and Evia made a run for it. The group let out shocked cries looking between me and the runaways. I bit into the wire and made a dash for it. The sounds of feet stomping and yelling were right behind me. This is all Olives fault.

Birthday gift for @Spoopy-snek

Don't kill me pls

So For your bday, I decided to draw a group picture that involves your friends. Side note I'm sorry if I forgot anyone. I tried finding everyone and drawing them but again I'm sorry if I forgot anyone.;n; But If I did miss any close friend go ahead and comment saying that you were forgotten so when I do something big like this again I can add all her friends.

Happy Birthday old lady!!!! I hope you have a fantastic bday and get to celebrate it, friends and family. DONT DO DRUGS. Drugs are restricted on your bday and I will steal all dem drugs for myself >: ) BUt ANyway… Happy birthday to my closest buddy! <33333 You mean so much to me and always got to use your bday as a way to spoil you with love and art cuz you deserve it!!! Even tho you're a major butthead but two can play with fire!!! I really hope you have a fantastic day!! you so much. I'm so thankful to have met you and I can't believe we've been friends for 6 years???!!! Wow, time really flies I can't believe we're so old now. You meet me when I was basically a smol gorl. Like much wow were both getting so freaking old. (as my lollipop decides that falling is a better idea than living,,,) But again I'm so freaking thankful we're friends, you've been there for me for so long and I can't thank you enough for sticking with my ugly butt. You helped me through much whether it be mentally or with anything. You've been there for me and when I get money I'm gonna try to repay you for everything that you've helped me through with gifts. You're my closest friend Olivia and without you, I would be in a different place. I doubt I would be the same if it weren't for you. You always had my back no matter once. Every time I lost someone close to me whether it be family or relationship wise you've helped me stay strong and keep going. Honestly ilu so much you big softy and I'm so sorry we don't hang out enough. I really want to return the favor and help you in any way I can because you're my best friend Olivia. Were both total nerds and goofballs who love videos games way to much and basically kill our characters lmao. I can't wait to spend the rest of our life as besties. We need to seriously meet in person tho. We have been friends for so long but I only ever see you through your photos. We have to meet eventually because your my best friend and we've been through thick and thin together. If we don't meet I'm sending the squirrel after you!!!! I'm so glad we have each other even if we lost all our other friends through time even tho I miss them, I can't wait to spend our time together through hell and heaven. We're gonna kick life's butt and get through everything together. Hopefully, we both can hang out more often because we're both busy bees and never get the chance ;n; I still can't believe we both happened to join DA around the same time and managed to start talking right after. If it weren't for you I would have been dead on that website a year after I joined. Anyway, ilu and I wish you the biggest Happy Birthday you spoopy butt. I would attempt to give you the biggest hug I can muster but my arms are too short :,,,D

Explanation of each drawing

Golden Skull Zayn with Olive ----- When I did the three doodles in the speedpaint I was planning a creepy vibe with each one. So for this one I wanted to show off the fact that parts of Zayn are indeed made of gold. It was meant to go with his design just to fit the color combo but I decided that any character that has future sight have gold parts to them. It would be very rare for a kaian to have all gold bones but I figured it would fit the prophet when they start to loose their mind to the visions. There's always a price to pay when you can see into the future. Poor Olive just happened to be around when he ripped the skin off during one of his major visions. But don't worry she lives and he gets his face back.

Sona and Loch ------- I wanted to have Sona soothing one of Lochs sessions of pain. Not much to say here other than I wanted to have her kind of grumpy looking and comfort him since in our story for them she kinda uses him for bad to get what she wants so she gets a body.

Olive's Secret Protector ---------- Again not much to say other than Evia is using her dark powers to blend into the shadows to keep an eye on olive.

Run Run from the Scary Mob ------ The main drawing that I spent the most time on that comes with a speedpaint. For this one I wanted to show off our main characters plus a side character that she loves. When I made this I realized I wanted to make it big just for Olivia so I decided to include all her friends that I could think of or find. Each character is dressed in something to show off the fact that each one is trick and treating for Halloween. I'm pretty proud of how everyone turned out and how most the background turned out.

Experiment Brewing ------ A little sketch where I had an idea that maybe Olive wasn't a real Kaian and was actually a experiment made by the banished shadow go. I like the idea that maybe he made her so he could put himself into a form onto the home planet of the Kaians than seek the other gods out for revenge. This was before he used Evia as a host even if she's in control. He hoped that when Olive was ready he could take her body over. Sadly the scientist who made her on the home planet did not complete the project and Olive had gone missing when the lab was destroyed. Funny thing is that not long after Olive was found by Evia when in a field of flowers. The god believes Olive is dead but I like to think that he takes over Olive during the final battle to use her to summon him when the other banished god is summoned by Calla. If he did succeed in taking her body over than she would look like her portals. I like the idea of the gods portals and powers looking like this but his are purple. The crystals on her help power the portals and powers she uses which are basically just like the gods expect weaker since she couldn't handle all his power in her body.

Selfie ----- A head doodle to show off Olives looks frontview. First concept sketch of how she would look. Also based on one of Olivia's doodles of Olive with crystals imbedded in her body. I decided to expand on that.

Design ---- A design for Olivia to repay the design she made for me >:0

Thirsty as heckles ---- Olive ready for some Evia but decided on the way to bed that she also likes Zayn a lot. Evia stops what they planned to go find Zayn.

Official Design for Olive as a experiment ---------. I wanted to show off the fact that she would be constantly dripping from the gods powers that she barely holds in her body.

This is War ------- Zayn has a vision in a different timeline where Olive chooses Evia over him and betrays him by killing him. He mistakes it for it being in this timeline and plans to repay the debt by killing them first. Looks like everyone has to fight with the person they love eventually.

Left to right are the corresponding characters belonging to their creators

Big brown and green wolf, Evia dressed as Dracula belongs to me

Tiny yellow doge, Olive wearing snake onesie belongs tp @spoopy-snek

smol purple and blackbird, Sona dressed as a messed up Egyptian belongs to me

spooky dog on a broom, Ney dressed as a witch belongs to @neyzilla

Purple dragon in sleeping wear, Hobbes dressed in a dragon onesie belongs to @hobbledragon

Tall skelelly boi being attacked by hungry doggy, Calabaza dressed as a skelly belongs to @anxietywithaspook

The white dog that shakes, Milk belongs to @milkfake

Mummy that is so done with you, Wilhelm dressed a mummy belongs to @wilhelm-the-undead-man

A woman who wants her candy back, Shaman dressed as a literal Shaman belongs to @missmcgregor

[katymacsupernatural]

A New Life Chapter 1: Your Story

Dean Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Story Summary:You're a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you've done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

You hadn't always been a bad person, a Demon. Once upon a time, or a long time ago, depending on how you wanted to start your story, you had been a very kind person. The type of person everyone looked up to and admired.

When you said a long time ago, you had meant it. You had been born in 1880, to a wealthy railroad tycoon and his trophy wife. Raised with the best things money could buy, you should have been a spoiled brat. Instead,  your parents raised you with manners, showing you kindness is more important than greed.

Straight out of boarding school, you had fallen in love with an up and coming stage actor. He was handsome and suave, and made your knees buckle with his beautiful blue eyes, and dashing personality.  Your parents had been disappointed, and in the end, eventually cut you off from your inheritance.

You didn't cared too much, a lovestruck fool. At first it was hard, going from a life style of ease, to living in a tiny flat with barely enough food to survive on. Steven wouldn't let you work, he wanted you to dress the best, looking pretty hanging off his arm. Steven, the love of your life, tried hard to find good work, but for an actor it wasn't always easy to find.

Then came the news, Steven was sick with the consumption. You worked hard to make him comfortable, but he wasn't the easiest patient. In one of his bouts of anger, he turned on you, telling you that it should be you dying, not him, he was too important to die this soon. That he still had roles he had to portray. For the first time in your short relationship, Steven raised his hand to you.

Upset and hurt, you ran, through the muddy streets, towards the end of town, where tents stood instead of houses, and men with missing teeth smiled at you lustfully. Ignoring the crude looks, you fled to the last road, falling on your knees in the middle, not caring that your favorite dress was ruined from the mud and the muck. Tears poured down your cheeks, your heart shattered.

It took you a moment to notice you were at a crossroads, four ways to chose where to go. Straight led into the dense, uninhabited forest full of danger. Behind you led back to town. Back to Steven who had grown cold and cruel while being sick. On each side of you, the unknown, which was no place for a gentle raised lady.  Sobbing, you begged, for anyone listening, to help. You were so lost and broken. So different from the girl  who had grown up so sheltered and loved just a mere two years ago.

You were shocked when someone answered your plea, and accented voice coming from above you, dark brown eyes staring down at you with what you had thought was compassion at the time. He was dressed in a dark black suit, fancier than anything you had seen in years. Pulling you to your feet, he offered you a deal, knowing facts that a simple stranger shouldn't know.  Stevens life for your soul. At first you had laughed, knowing there was no way this was plausible. However, when the man flashed his eyes your way, the black sending shivers to your soul, you found out that Demon's were real. And this Demon was willing to barter with you. At first you were scared, ready to turn and run, but he gently held your hand, assuring  you he wasn't there to hurt you. That he was there to help you, to give you the thing you craved the most.

Not knowing what else to do, you agreed, giving your soul up for Stevens health. You had already given up your life, and your wealth for Steven, how big of a deal was your soul?

The Demon promised that Steven would be okay, that his illness had completely vanished. Reminding you that someday, someone would be collecting your soul. Nodding your head you agreed, stiffening in his embrace when his lips were sealed to yours. Confused, you had asked how long you had before collection, but the Demon just laughed before vanishing. In the wind, like he had never been there in the first place. His voice echoing in the wind, calling out soon as shivers raced upon your arms, your heart heavy with your decision.

Still reeling from everything that had just happened, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions, you trudged back to your flat, ignoring all the intrigued stares of people you passed. You were curious and scared, wondering what you would see when you returned. Would Steven be as you had left him, angry and sick? Or was the Demon real and Steven would be healthy and happy once again?

Leaning against the splintered wooden door, you took a deep breath before stepping inside. Your flat was miniscule, big enough for a table and a bed, along with a stove to heat and cook upon.  At once the smell of stale whiskey, and sickness wafted towards you, but the sight in front of you brought tears to your eyes. Steven was back to himself, standing up straight, his blonde hair once again silky. His once sunken cheeks were now rosy and plump, and he was no longer coughing. He was back to the vigourous, dashing man you had first fallen in love with.

Jumping into his arms,  ecstatic that he was healed, but he shoved you away. In shock, you tried again, wondering if he had been confused. This time, instead of pushing you away, his hand came up, hitting you square in the jaw, knocking you to the ground. Staring up at him in horror, you curled into a ball as his foot continued to connect with your middle, and you screamed out in agony. Crying, you kept asking why, but it was as if he couldn't hear you. Kicking again and again, before finally stopping, you had no strength to stop him as he took all of your valuable possessions before striding to the door.

Before leaving, he laughed in your face, saying the only reason he had been with you was because of your connections but they hadn't worked out, and now he was tired of you. Tired of being held down by you.

Watching as he left, you curled in even farther, your entire body aching. Wondering what was to become of you now. The last of your money had left with Steven, you couldn't afford to stay in this flat on your own. Your parents had moved to the country side for a year, so you couldn't ask them to take you back, and you feared they would never forgive you.

As you sat there contemplating the lack of your future, you heard a familiar voice. The Demon was sitting at your table, smoking a cigar. Clicking his tongue, he stubbed the cigar out before crouching down next to you. "It had to be this way," he muttered in that accent of his, explaing that he was being kind, collecting your sould so soon. Saying that it was much better than become a prostitute.  Heartbroken, you agreed, knowing you had no choice.

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Shaking your head, you cleared the thoughts of your past from your mind. There was no use remembering what had happened, wondering what you could have changed. It had happened so long ago, over a hundred years, and even though you weren't happy with the way things happened, you knew things could have been worse.

The Demon, whose named turned out to be Crowley, was a crossroads demon, one higher up in ranking. He had taken a liking to you straight away, which had been a blessing in disguise. With his tutoring and support, you had been able to skip most of the torture and torment that new souls had to endure. Instead he offered you the task of being his intern, following in his footsteps. As the years passed, the evilness of hell had managed to sneak slightly into your soul, turning the once kind and compassionate girl into one of the best crossroads demons in hell. Even though you still wished for the days before Steven, and the kind of life you could have had.

When Crowley became the King of Hell, he had begged you to follow him to court. Promising you everything you could want.  Instead, you stayed where you were, content on making deals and taking souls. And that's where you met the Winchesters, who would change your world.

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[mongniel]

comfort zone

member: ong seongwu genre: fluff summary: you were fine with how everything was but seongwu was pushing your limits.  a/n: can’t believe im out here writing this long ass fic. that isn’t angst or daniel...

you’re not the type to go for it or seize the moment while it was there. no, there had to be a proper thought process before you made a ‘serious’ decision like your next meal, accepting someone in your friend circle, or relationships. you put a lot more thought into things than people believe you do. your friends think you make easy choices because you’re so nonchalant or find no difficulty in saying no.

but in truth? saying no was easier than saying yes.

saying yes was like taking a step out of your comfort zone. it was too risky and too different for you to handle. saying yes meant accepting and change. saying yes meant something new. although you didn’t like how things are at the moment, you were comfortable and definitely aren’t ready for anything out of your range.

comfort was a cup of taro green milk tea from gongcha with 30% percent sugar and coconut topping. comfort was earbuds in your ears and your music on 11+ volume. comfort was laying in a warm bed and cold pillow on your right side while your phone was playing your night playlist.

you say you like change, but you weren’t welcoming to changes that made a difference in your life.

like him.

he was a 180cm male (or so he claims, you still believe he’s lying about 2cm or so) that sweeps his hair to the side and makes jokes so he can see your “rare starlight smile”. yes, you cringe every time you hear him say that, but no matter how much you deject him, his smile doesn’t knock off his face around you.

he was ong seongwu.

now, ong seongwu was your natural smooth talker that you wouldn’t trust on a normal day. unfortunately, no day was ever really normal when he was around. you see, seongwu likes you. well, you don’t really believe him, but he likes to reminds you that he does by holding flower and waiting for you outside your classroom or taking your bag and walking you to class. no matter how many times you’ve told him you’d report him (he’d fire back with the typical ‘report our marriage’ line).

you couldn’t win with seongwu because he was witty. anything you’d say to him would backfire and cause a series of stuttering and a red flustered face. all of which he completely enjoys watching.

sparking ong’s interest isn’t an easy task. he’s easily bored and you’re not exactly categorized as “fun mania”. most people don’t see what seongwu sees in you, but he saw everything in you.

you were first introduced through a mutual friend, minhyun. he told you his group of friends were entertaining. you expected a group of people like him, reserved and enjoyable during silence. nope, instead, you got ong seongwu, kang daniel, and kim jaehwan.

‘til to this day, you’re unsure if they’re fun or a headache, but you stuck around (not like you had much of a choice when ong was sticking onto your shoulder).

“are you guys going to the movies tonight?” you asked the boys during lunch.

“can’t. i got an orgo exam tomorrow,” minhyun sighed. 

“fuck, that’s tonight? i got a date,” jaehwan cursed, “i really wanted to see the last maze runner.”

“uh, if i drop out of this too, would you hate me?” daniel sheepishly smiled at you.

you glared at him and he rubbed his hands together apologetically.

“if you don’t go, it’d only be me and––”

“hey guys,” seongwu greeted the table and squeezed himself in between you and daniel despite there being room next to daniel on the other side.

speaking of the devil.

“really?” you rolled your eyes and picked up your trash, hopefully making your exit.

“hey, sunshine,” he gave you his special smile, specifically reserved for you.

“do you always have to look like that?” you asked.

“like what?” he smirked and you could tell he was anticipating for your answer.

you turned your head towards minhyun’s direction and ignored seongwu’s attempt to get you flustered, “looks like no movie tonight.”

“you can go with seongwu,” daniel suggested.

“yeah, you can always go with me,” seongwu squished closer to you.

“daniel, please come along too,” you looked pass seongwu and onto daniel.

“hey, why can’t two friends go to the movies together?” seongwu got in daniel’s way and asked you, “unless you don’t see me as a friend then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“i don’t see you as a friend––wait, i mean i do. i––we––listen, we’re nothing.”

you sure sounded firm.

seongwu’s smile grew and that only meant he was completely indulged at this moment. the little stuttering you were doing? he was living for that.

“then there wouldn’t be a problem going together,” he shrugged.

“just date already,” daniel muttered only making your cheeks rosy and seongwu’s entertainment heightened.

“this is not a date,” you assured.

“so, we’re going?” seongwu’s eyes gleamed.

“yes,” you then thought for a moment and realized what you answer, “no! wait, no, unless daniel comes w––”

“i’ll pick you up at 8pm,” he didn’t give you a chance to answer him and pitched your cheeks real quick before running off, “8pm!”

“what? wait, hey! ong!” you shouted and got up from your seat, tripping over your own feet going after him.

minhyun and jaehwan looked at you two, shaking their heads.

“i never thought i’d see the day where y/n would be running after him,” jaehwan chuckled.

like it was clockwork, seongwu was outside your apartment building, leaning against his car with a single flower in hand. he was oddly punctual. from what you’ve heard, he was always late for class, club meetings, and even a hang out with the guys. but with you? he’s always right on time or five minutes early.

“i told you that you didn’t need to give me flowers,” you said as you stuffed your hands inside your jacket pockets to keep warm.

“i know,” he said as he pushed himself off his car and towards you, “so i got you one.”

seongwu always stared at you like you’re the only person he knew.

“don’t look at me like that, seongwu,” you pressed your lips together and glanced down at your shoes before looking back up at him.

“i can look at you a billion times and not get sick of you,” he said as if it wasn’t the cheesiest line you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

“i dont understand why you even like me,” you took the flower out of his hand and walked around to get into the front seat.

getting inside himself, seongwu answered you, “because you’re you and you make me feel different.”

“stop spitting lines you’ve heard from romantic movies.”

your heart was thumping and you didn’t know why. maybe your head was actually processing that it was just the two of you for once. you were in his car and he was playing tunes from his phone. from time to time, he’d look over at you to check if you’re still on earth.

he liked the look you have on your face when you’re in your own little world. you’d stare at one thing, so focused that your brows are kind of scrunched up.

“they’re not just lines,” he said after ten minutes from your last line.

“what?” you gave him your attention, waking yourself from your thoughts.

“the lines i tell you, they’re not just lines,” he started off, “and the flowers... i catch you drawing daisies and sunflowers when you don’t want to finish an assignment. they’re perfect flowers that suit you.”

“seongwu––”

“i do like you, you know,” he continued and you let him, “i like... everything about you. i like when i tease you and you kind of trip on your own words. i like that you say no to me yet you still always show up. i like that you don’t smile to just anyone. so when i do make you smile, i feel so lucky. i just like you but i kind of fear you don’t take my feelings seriously.”

for the first time, you stare at seongwu. you take in every detail of him. his small lips, smooth skin, pierced ears, straight lashes, soft eyes, strong hands... then he smiled and you realized that it was nice too.

“i know,” you said softly as if you were scared he’d hear you, “but...”

you’re scared. it was too far from what you knew. too new. too raw.

“did your last boyfriend scar you?” he asked you sincerely. no humor in his voice which made you feel more humiliated.

“no,” you simply answered and did not go further into details, but he was smart and caught on.

“have you been in a relationship before?”

the question had your eyes widened and your ears perked. how did he know? you thought. 

“i... no,” your voice softened even more.

“are you scared?” he asked as he reached out for your hand. making sure he doesn’t go too fast, he only played with your fingers as he drove.

you kind of liked it.

“probably,” you were unsure yourself.

“do you... like me?” he asked you cautiously. he feared an answer he’d hate to hear.

“i like this... right now... kind of.”

as you answered, he intertwined your fingers with his. they were warm, you noted.

“you know, whenever you talk, my heart rate quickens,” he tried to laugh it off then led your hand to his chest, “feel that? it’s super fast because it’s exciting to hear you talk and for me to actually know how you’re feeling.”

“ong, you’re making me nervous,” you frowned and took your hand away from his chest.

“sorry,” he sheepishly laughed, “but can i still hold your hand?”

why was he asking such embarrassing questions? 

you don’t answer and seongwu was disappointed... for a whole two seconds before you slipped your own fingers into his.

seongwu was just by your side and he felt lucky.

“how was the movie last night?” minhyun asked you.

“it was good,” you kept your answer to a minimal.

“and seongwu?” he raised his brow.

you stopped your busy hands and looked over a minhyun. “what about seongwu?” you asked.

“how was seongwu?”

“seongwu was... seongwu,” you pursed your lips and went back to your book to distract yourself from the thought of last night.

not even twenty minutes later, you gathered your things and excused yourself from the table. the moment you turned to leave, you saw ong seongwu walking in and talking to the librarian, probably asking her if she’s seen you.

she pointed right at you and you only quickly smiled at her before charging yourself towards the exit. you didn’t want to talk to seongwu right now. not after last night.

not much even happened, other that small talk and hand holding in the car. you guys watched the movie and he took you home and watched you walk into your apartment building. seongwu didn’t kiss you or force to do anything you didn’t like. so basically, nothing happened after the car ride.

you were just overthinking the events of last night. for example, before the kiss scene, you were comfortably resting your head on your palm towards seongwu’s side. but as soon as that scene started, you curled back into the center of your seat, thinking about whether seongwu was going to kiss you that night. series of imaginations of what ifs had you spinning in circles and probably screwing yourself over.

simply, you were confusing yourself. you didn’t know what you wanted (or rather you were scared of what you wanted), which lead to a string of lies to yourself.

you were lying to yourself.

“y/n,” he called your name as if he was breathless like you made him breathless.

you stopped your trail and you were debating with yourself again. do you just say ‘bye’ and try to dip like how you always did before yesterday or do you simple, greet him, and walk out the door?

your lips curled shyly at him. unknowingly, you chose option two. he, of course, followed along with you.

“did you sleep well?” he asked.

why is he asking that?

“sort of,” you mumbled and from the corner of your eye, you can see him smiling to himself.

“i hardly slept. i’m running on caffeine right now,” he said as he raised his (nasty) cup of americano.

“i genuinely don’t know how you drink those,” you frowned, thinking back at the time you tasted the horrid drink, “why couldn’t you sleep anyway?”

“it’s not for the taste,” he chuckled, “and i couldn’t sleep because reality is actually getting better than dreams.”

that had your head turning.

“i think you like me,” he blatantly admitted, “you just don’t know it.”

you kind of did know. you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. but now that he was pinning at the fact, you had to face it. you shifted uncomfortably as your hands clenched to help the contractions that was coming from your pulse.

he was getting better at this whole heart flipping thing.

because you didn’t say anything and just had a deep look in your eyes, he went on, “i think you like me, but you don’t know if you want to. so, i just thought i’d try and ask...”

you blinked. he was holding back. he was nervous. he was scared (too).

“will you go on a date with me? like one where we can talk a lot and not just sit and watch a movie, worrying about what the other is thinking?” he finally spatted out, “i mean––it can be anything you want, if you want it to be another movie date, i’m okay with that. i just want to spend time with you.”

the constraints in your chest were getting worse.

“i––” you started but quickly cancelled because you were distracted by him staring at you intensely for an answer, “okay.”

god, you’re nervous and clammy. you hated this feeling, but you don’t. at least, right there and then.

“w––wait,” he stuttered (for what you think was the first time), “for real? yes?”

seongwu’s eyes never sparkled as they did then. he wasn’t sure what to expect from asking you out. maybe a little push-and-pull, but you just said ‘okay’.

you nodded, confirming that you were being ‘for real’.

he dove in for hug so tight that he carried and spun you around out of pure excitement. when he placed you down, he cupped your warm cheeks and grinned so widely down at you before going in for a kiss.

you felt the fireworks throughout your entire body. you weren’t even sure if you could stand so your fingers gripped on his sleeves tightly.

his thumb caressed your jawline throughout the kiss. his lips were surprisingly nice against yours and his nose brushing at the apples of your cheeks.

you were far from your comfort zone.

when he lets go, he remembered a small important detail: you probably never kissed anyone before.

his ear to ear smile disappeared as he looked at how out of breath you were.

“shit––i fucked up, didn’t i? was i going too fast? i won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. y/n... are you okay? i’m so sorry,” he brushed out all the hair out of your face and searched for any signs of regret, “you can cancel that date and i’ll understand completely... even if i don’t really want that to happen.”

“no,” you simply replied, with your fingers still wrapped into his sleeves, “i liked it.”

you were red from the small confession, looking down as if you were a kid about to be punished. seongwu pulled you into his chest, letting you bury your embarrassment there.

“i feel like the more i get to know you, the deeper the hole i’m digging for myself,” he chuckled and you felt the vibrations against your face, “i’m so fucking whipped and we haven’t been on our first date yet.”

although you’re still uncertain about a lot of things that were going on right now, you were uncomfortably comfortable.

[caiotlyn]

Home for the Holidays

Title: Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1462

Warnings: mentions of parental death, slight angst

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovely readers! Here’s a fluffy little Christmas fic for y’all. Hope you’re all having a wonderful holiday, and if not, feel free to message me or send me an ask and we can hang out! :D

This fic takes place pre-season one, so Sam‘s just left for college, and Dean’s on his own.

Also, this is my first time using a tag list, so I’m sorry if I tagged you on something you didn’t want to read or if you just didn’t want to be tagged in general. Just send a me a message and let me know you want off!

Feel free to check out the rest of my masterlist!!

~~~

The dingy bar smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol, but Dean needed a drink, and that was all he could focus on.

He huffed as he sat on the barstool and gruffly asked for a beer. The bartender  gave Dean his drink and hurried off to help the next customer. Dean took a swig from the bottle, not really caring that the drink tasted funny.

He had been somewhat emotionless these past few days; for once he’d be spending Christmas alone. Sure, he never celebrated much when Sam and their dad were around, but at least he wasn’t holed up in some random flyover state getting drunk off bottom shelf liquor.

“Is that Dean Winchester I see sitting alone on Christmas Eve?”

Dean spun quickly, recognizing the person’s voice almost immediately.

“Y/N?” The girl jokingly curtsied, and the two laughed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Dean hopped off the barstool to pick the girl up and spin her around. “How long has it been? Three years?”

“I think we’re coming up on four now, but who’s counting?” Goodness, that smile on her still seemed to melt Dean’s heart, even after all these years. “What’ve you been up to? Where’s your old man?”

“He’s, ah, occupied at the moment. I actually don’t know where he is right now. I split off from ‘im a while ago.”

“Oh… well that’s too bad. Last time I saw John he got so drunk that he started telling me stories about your toddler days,” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Dean jabbed a finger at her chest playfully. “I’ll have you know that I was an adorable child.”

“You keep sayin’ it, and I just might believe it.”

“So,” Y/N started as she took a seat at the bar, Dean joining her. “What’re you doing in a crappy bar on Christmas Eve, anyway?

"Sam’s in California, Dad’s who knows where, and I’m here–not much to it.”

"Well, if you’re up for it, I’m getting some friends together, and we’re gonna be celebrating the holidays up at our cabin. Why don’t you join us?” Y/N smiled warmly. “It’d be a great time to catch up. From what I’ve heard, you and your dad have been all over the place.”

Dean didn’t have to think twice about his answer. “I’d love to.”

~~~

Y/N’s cabin wasn’t anything special. It was a typical log cabin in the woods. Snow covered the entire property, and white string lights trimmed the roof. Frost covered the windows, but Dean could see the warm glow of light and the numerous silhouettes of the people inside.

Immediately entering the cabin, the smell of apple pie and honey-glazed ham hit Dean’s nose. His eyes drifted to the living room where a group of people were talking over beer, and a fireplace crackled in the corner.

Dean felt a bit out of place–like he was intruding on an exclusive family event.

Y/N seemed to notice Dean’s uneasiness and took his elbow and led him to the kitchen.

There, a woman with long, braided hair and a puffer vest was taking a pie out of the oven while a bald man with a lumberjack-esque beard was chopping carrots.

“Rebecca, Quentin!” Y/N called, holding her arms out for a hug.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you, doll,” Rebecca said as she returned Y/N’s embrace.

“How’s it going, Y/N/N?” Quentin asked.

“I mean, you haven’t managed to burn down the cabin yet, so I’d say pretty good.”

Quentin threw a piece of carrot in her direction and mumbled a “shut up.”

“Guys, this is my friend, Dean.”

Rebecca and Quentin both said a cheery “hi,” and Dean was put a bit at ease. Y/N excused herself and Dean from the kitchen, eager to show him around.

“Come with me for a second,” Y/N said.

She led Dean down the hall past the living room and into a bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. Dean looked around the room, taking in all of the details with interest. He assumed this was Y/N’s room based on the photo garland above the bed. One specific photo caught Dean’s eye. It was a polaroid photo that Y/N had taken of the two of them the last Christmas they saw each other.

Dean gifted Y/N an instant camera that Christmas, and she couldn’t stop taking photos all day; Dean had to stop her so she wouldn’t run out of film too quickly.

This photo in particular was taken by Sam. It was the Christmas before he left for college. Y/N and Dean were both sat on the floor in front of their puny little tree. They were wearing matching Christmas sweaters that Sam had gotten them and had their arms around each other, laughing with wide grins and rosy cheeks.

Dean remembered loathing the holidays, but as soon as Y/N showed up, everything was instantly better.

Dean’s mind then drifted to the years when Y/N first came into his life. They were both tweens who were cooped up at Bobby’s at the same, and they’d been almost inseparable. John finally picked Dean and Sam up after a few months on his own, but by then Y/N was already long gone, out on the road with her own father.

They ran into each other a few years later, both seventeen and getting ready to start their adult lives. They were both at Bobby’s again, this time for completely different reasons. Y/N’s father had died while hunting a djinn, and Dean was just stopping by for supplies. He saw her huddled in the corner of one of the guest bedrooms, and his heart nearly broke. She wasn’t crying or anything–her face wasn’t even red.

She just looked numb. Empty. Broken.

Dean knew because she looked the exact same way he did when Mary died.

He slowly entered the room, and as soon as he sat on the bed, Y/N wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. They spent the night in each other’s arms, and Bobby didn’t seem to mind one bit.

After that night, Dean promised himself that he would never see Y/N like that ever again.

The Christmas that was captured in the photo was the first one where Y/N was actually herself.

Now here they were: celebrating the holidays together in a cozy cabin and finally catching up after so many years.

Y/N laid down on one side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Don’t be shy, Winchester. We’ve done this before.”

Dean slowly climbed in next to her, and she snuggled into his side. They laid there for a few minutes without talking, simply enjoying the other’s closeness.

“Uh, not that I really mind, but why’d you bring me in here?” Dean asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Just wanted to be near you is all.”

“You’ve still got feelings for me, don’t ya, Y/N/N,” Dean teased.

“Shut up,” Y/N replied, shoving his shoulder.

“So what if I did,” Y/N said after a few minutes.

Dean leaned his head back to look at her face and found that she was completely serious. His heart did a flip, and a wide smile broke out of his face. “Well I’d say that I still have feelings for you, too.”

Y/N peered up at him and smiled. Without thinking, Dean leaned in and kissed her, cupping her face with one hand. For a moment she didn’t respond, and Dean was getting ready to pull away when she winded her fingers in his hair. The beer on his tongue mingled with her peppermint chapstick. A feeling of warmth bubbled up in Dean’s chest, his sense of longing now fulfilled. He and Y/N fit together seamlessly, like the kiss was meant to be.

A soft knock at the door abruptly ended the moment.

“Food’s ready!” the voice on the other side called.

“Be there in a second!” Y/N replied.

She turned back to Dean and groaned into his chest, and he chuckled at her annoyance.

“C'mon,” he said. “Let’s go get some of that delicious pie.”

“You and your freaking pie.”

The atmosphere in the main part of the cabin was one of comfort and happiness. The food was great, and the people were more than eager to welcome Dean into their little family.

Although he barely knew anyone, he had Y/N by his side, and that was good enough.

Dean might not be seeing his family for quite some time, but with Y/N, it was like he was already home.

~~~

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[gryffvndors]

oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You're so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

When you were twelve, your grandfather died.

(Sometimes you still hear his voice, late at night, when your window is open a crack and the wind is whistling against the glass, making the tree branches outside of your room shake. You sit up straight, eyes wide, clutching your duvet in your fists. You usually come to the conclusion you were dreaming in your half-asleep state of mind and drift back off, only to recall nothing the following morning.)

You don’t remember much; while you weren’t exactly too young, you moreso blocked the memories from your mind. You do remember holding your mother as she wept into your shirt, face blank, eyes cast to the ground. You remember sneaking around your house in the middle of the night, creeping upon the pinprick of light that casted out from behind the door of your father’s study. Putting your eye against the crack between the floor and the wood, you only saw pacing feet. You remember your grandmother frequenting your house many times, usually around dinner, when she would join you. Just you - your mother would not leave her bed, your father would not leave his office. She smiled at you with glassy eyes and tearstained cheeks, slipping you a piece of candy after you were refused a bowl of ice cream. Not so much refused, actually - just ignored, for your mother would not leave the pile of blankets she called home and your father would not answer the door.

It was a rough time. The rough period lasted for a good few months, until your father threw a few cardboard boxes in your room and grunted, “Pack up your things. We’re leaving.”

Days later, you stood in front of one of the largest houses you’d ever seen. Your father, holding hands with your mother for the first time in years, smiled and laid a hand on your shoulder.

“This is our new home,” he’d announced. “When your grandfather died-”

You coughed, scowling at the brick driveway.

“-your mother inherited the house from him. He handed me the business. We’re rich now. Go, choose your bedroom.”

You chose the bedroom with the most windows. The house was dark inside, curtains drawn and candles lit. You traveled down the many hallways and didn’t stop until you found at least two windows.

That summer, as you explored the neighborhood (mostly just trees and a long, winding paved road that no cars ever drove down), lonely, you finally came upon another mansion, this one even bigger than your own. There was a boy outside, staring at the ground with a frown. You approached him tentatively. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, frown twisting into an even deeper scowl.

“Who are you?” He called, voice laced with authority and scorn. When you said your name, he scoffed. “You aren’t one of us. Go away. We don’t want your kind here.”

You planted your hands on your hips, brows raises. “My… kind?”

“Yes. Go away.”

“What if I don’t want to? I’m not on your property. Therefore, I have a right to be here,” you smirked triumphantly, chin raised. The boy muttered something under his breath.

“Your kind is so annoying. Just get out of here.” He looked behind him, towards the door. When he looked back, his expression was one of concern. “My parents don’t like me talking to you people. If they catch me, we’ll both be in trouble. Save both of our arses and go back home. Where do you live, anyway?”

You pointed behind you. “Some mansion back there.”

He smiled then. Well, more of a smirk than a smile, but you were just glad he wasn’t upset anymore. It had been weeks since you talked to people your own age. Even if he was rude, he was still your age.

“So you’re rich, then?”

You shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t really care about money.”

“Don’t care about money? How could you not care about money?”

“I just don’t. There are more important things in the world. Like… chocolate,” you grinned, leaning against the nearest tree. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your shorts. “I have loads at my house. Would you like some?” He seemed vaguely intrigued, but unsure. You added, “I know you’re not supposed to talk with… my ‘kind’,” you made air quotes, “but I will keep my lips sealed if you keep yours sealed.”

The boy finally muttered, “Fine. But I am only coming because I want chocolate.” He climbed over the fence and followed you back to your mansion. Halfway there, you asked him his name. Grumbling, he said, “I’m Draco Malfoy.”

He disappeared during the school year but, without fail, he always showed up over the summer. When you asked him about his school, all he said was that he went to some boarding school in Scotland. You didn’t “bond” over summers, really, but before you knew it, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. You didn’t kiss him until you were fifteen, cheeks rosy from running around in the woods. It was a spur of the moment thing - you weren’t surprised when he left immediately, not showing up for a week. When he saw you, though, he pushed you up against a tree and pressed his lips against your neck, muttering something about how disappointed his parents would be. You only grinned and said, “Well, I find it very entertaining to disappoint my parents, don’t you?” He pulled away and rolled his eyes, but kissed you again anyway.

The summer of the year you were sixteen, you snuck him inside your bedroom for the night. He snuck back out before dawn, pressing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling a goodbye. You faked being asleep.

When he was seventeen, he told you he could do magic. He told you about his world, why his parents would be so disappointed, who he was. Instead of yelling at him for being crazy, like he thought you would, you kissed him hard and tangled your hands in his hair, laughing at the word “muggle”. He changed a simple wildflower to a bird with a wave of his wand, then changed the bird to a bouquet of roses. You teased him for being so sappy. When you got home, you stuck the roses in a vase of water and left them on your nightstand.

The thing with falling in love is that it’s like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, holding onto invisible railings. All of a sudden, the railing is gone, and you’re lurching over the side, falling, falling, twisting in midair - until you finally hit the ground, a broken body in the broken world you live in. It’s opening your mouth to take a breath, but your lungs suddenly fail, the only thing you inhale being smoke and ash and the smog that hangs in the horizon. It’s opening your heart, your most vulnerable place, your secrets, and leaving it out in the open, the only security blanket your hopes and words asking for nobody to harm it. It’s crazy. It’s wild. It’s when you can’t sleep at night, can’t eat in the morning, can’t think ever.

The night Draco tells you about his magic, you sneak him into your room again. This isn’t the second time, this isn’t the last time - but something is different. Something is… more intimate, really. It’s like you’ve opened the floodgates and a whole wave of emotions come, not caring about the destruction it leaves in its wake.

Falling in love is being completely and utterly at the disposal of the soul before you.

And you can’t do anything about it.

“So you’re leaving in a week?” You ask, mouth dry. Draco nods, his fingers laced in his lap. His hair is messy, shirt untucked, which is rare for him, the proper git he is. Your hand itches at your side to smooth out the blond. “Oh. Well, you’ll be back soon.”

“A year,” he laughs humorlessly, looking anywhere but your face. You sigh, dropping onto the ground. The dry leaves crack and snap under the weight of your body. You rest a hand on his shoulder. He still refuses to look at you.

You wish this is easier. This… isn’t easy. This is harder than anything you’ve done before. Deep in your mind, deep, deep down, you know this is the right thing to do. He has a right to know. He… has a say in this. But that doesn’t tell the nerves eating at your stomach to stop chewing, or your frantically beating heart to slow down a bit, it’s okay. It will be okay. It has to be okay. He… is nice.

He’s actually kind of a prick, but he means well.

You clear your throat. A second later, you hear yourself saying, “I have to talk to you about something.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“This is… important,” you take a deep breath. “Very, very important. This is the most important thing we have ever talked about.”

Draco looks at you then, an amused expression on his face. “Most important? What, do I not exist? What about the fact that I’m a bloody wizard?”

You swallow. It feels like there’s something in your throat. You realize it’s the words you’re about to say - you have to force them down, keep calm, keep the situation under control. This is not the time for word vomit. This is the time for collected speaking. This is the time for-

“I’m pregnant,” you blurt.

Fuck.

Draco whips around. His slate eyes are wide, lips parted. You hear him say, “You’re what?!”

“You’re the only person I shag. So.” Out of the corner of your eye (you’re staring at the ground so hard, your vision is blurring), Draco is tugging at his blond hair. You think you might want to do that, too. Instead, you keep your hands balled at your side. “So,” you repeat. “So. It’s. It’s yours.”

“Oh my - fuck, Merlin, fuck,” he drops off the log he was previously sitting on to your side. His hands find yours, fingers fitting into the crevices you feel that, well, they were meant to. It’s like a puzzle, really, and in your mind, it works. This jigsaw the two of you make, anyway. Like, you’re kind of a bitch and he’s kind of a dick, so it works. And you’re pretty emotionally numb and. Well. His family situation is so bad he might as well be.

“Yeah,” you laugh shakily. This isn’t funny. You don’t know why you’re laughing, so you do it again. “Yeah. I. Um. I am. For, like, two months. I thought I was just gaining weight. And my. Uh. Period has always been kinda irregular, so. I took a test.”

“And you’re…”

“Yeah,” you nod. You can’t look into his eyes. You can’t look at his face, or you might burst into tears. “Yeah, yeah. There’s a fucking baby is my stomach. Well. Uterus, really, but, uh. Somewhere down there.”

Draco is deadly silent for a good few minutes. You are, too. You don’t speak. You wait for him to say something, anything. Finally, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulls you into his side.

“Fuck.”

That’s all he says. You think you agree.

You nod, “Yeah. Um, I,” you wipe at your eyes, sniffing. “I don’t want to have a baby. I’m only seventeen.”

“Then don’t. Isn’t there a… procedure? A muggle procedure?”

“I don’t wanna do that either. I’m gonna have the baby, but. I’m scared,” you’re whispering now, and despite your wishes, tears are falling down your cheeks, landing on your lap. “And you can’t even be with me, so.” Draco ducks his head. The ends of his hair tickles your cheek. You lean your head against his. “Please say something.”

“Did you tell your parents?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m more worried about yours.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll try.”

The next day, you meet outside. His face is expressionless. You know him too well - his eyes speak wonders. They’re broken, like shattered glass, a longing deep inside of them. It’s like looking into a well and seeing something shiny at the bottom, something you want, but can never get without falling in and never being able to get out.

“I can’t speak to you anymore.”

You freeze. In your mind, gears whirl, ice freezes over, your stomach drops. You choke out a, “Wh-what?”

Draco swallows, “I told my parents. If you cannot get rid of… it,” he snaps, “then fine. But you cannot talk to me. Ever again. I am going to my last year of school, then I am becoming an Auror.”

“Draco-”

“I must leave now. Goodbye.”

Your knees shake as you force yourself to stand, to watch him walk away. You wait until he’s gone to cry, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. When you get back to your house, eyes bloodshot, lips red, you tell your parents. It takes you an hour to convince your dad not to go to his house and tell off his father.

“It won’t work,” you cry, holding onto his shirt. “They’re… different. I made a mistake, talking to him. Now I’m paying for it.”

Your mother whispers, “Do you love him? Did you love him?”

When you nod, she wraps you in her arms and lets you weep into her shirt. You get a mysterious sense of deja vu. Your father locks himself in his office for only a day. When he comes out, he hugs you, whispering how everything will be okay.

For your last year of school, you go to a special school with pregnant teens. Your grandmother moves into a spare room once she learns of the news, unjudging and supportive. You grow bigger and bigger, stomach inflating, until you have to get new clothes. As soon as you can, you find out that the child inside of you is a girl.

(You were hoping for a girl. You love girls.)

You’re due in late February. When December rolls around, you’re already sick of everything. It’s hard to sleep on your stomach and you can’t wear your favorite sweater and you’re so irritable, it makes your grandmother laugh.

“When I was pregnant with your mother, I craved salty pretzels and I dipped them in Earl Grey,” she says, handing you a mug and a bag of crisps. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she craved salty chips and ate them with green tea.”

“I want chocolate.”

She produces a bag of chocolate, as well. “Anything for my beautiful granddaughter.”

A week to Christmas, you’re sitting on the sofa in the den, remote in one hand, chocolate in the other. Somebody knocks on the door. Your grandmother is in the kitchen with your father, mother out in the garden; you roll yourself to your feet (it’s the only way you can get up now) and lug your body to the front door.

When you open it, you hate yourself for feeling excited at the image of Draco Malfoy.

You open and close your mouth a few times, much like a fish. When you finally get your bearings, you try to say, “What are you doing here?!” It comes out a whisper.

Draco frowns, looking at your stomach. His gaze is hopeful, awestruck, amazed. “I…” he takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. “I had to see you again.”

You scowl, clutching the chocolate and doorknob tightly. “I thought you couldn’t talk to me for the rest of your life,” you pause. “Wait, why aren’t you in school?”

“I came home for the holidays. So I could see you,” he sighs, casting his eyes to the ground. “And that’s what they told me to say. They… made me tell you that.”

You cross your arms. “I thought as much.”

“I really care about you,” says Draco. “And… the baby. It’s-”

“She,” you interject.

“Sh-she?” He murmurs. “I’m going to have a daughter?”

You nod. When you find your voice, you whisper, “If you’ll take her.”

“Of - of course,” he bites his lip. “And… you. I will take you. Please. I… frankly, I don’t give a damn about what my parents say. They’ve always looked down on muggles, and that’s the way I was taught to be, but… obviously, that didn’t go down well.”

“Obviously.”

“And… I am about to finish school. I am taking my N.E.W.T.s and then becoming a potion’s master, or an Auror, or something. I’ll decide that… later. You already know about magic. We could… move in together. If you’d like,” he says hurriedly. “Look, I know I said terrible things. I am kind of a prat. I-”

“I love you,” you dig your nails into your palms. “And I have for a. A while. So. I do want to be with you. Because I love you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love you, too. So much.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Please. Take me back.”

You shrug. “Okay. Sure. But I’m naming her, because you ditched me for, like, five months.”

Draco snorts. “Deal.”

“Okay. Cool. I love you, I guess. My show is on, are you coming inside and meeting my family and watching it with me, or are you going back home?”

He turns to look behind him. When he faces you again, he’s smiling. “I’ll come inside.”

“Good answer. It’s a bloody amazing show.”

You lace your fingers together and lead Draco through the house. “Just a warning,” you add, “my parents will probably dislike you at first. You kinda left me, your baby mum, in the dust. But my grandmum will love you to death. You’re hot.”

“She’ll love me… because I’m hot?”

“Also you’re a dick. For some reason, she loves mean, attractive people,” you turn to beam at him. “I mean, she loves me the most, after all.”