#time to finally clear out my ask box holy shit

[number1mingyustan]

She's Kinda Hot Tho ☾

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 30 and chan is 20) mommy kink, switch!dino, switch!reader, nipple play, tittyfucking, mentions of oral (f. + m.), multiple orgasms, mentions of porn, reader is described to have big boobs, he's so pussy drunk

Summary: The woman of his dreams is right across the way and he's got to have a taste

Word Count: 2.7k

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Chan had lost interest in girls his age a long time ago. Look through his search history of hours and hours of 'MILF porn' and anyone could see that he loved his older women.

He himself can't really explain his infatuation, he just knows he loves them. He's gotten lucky a few times too, successfully catching the eye of an older woman and scoring a chance to spend the night.

But oh, his life grew 10x better when he moved right across from you.

It was his sophomore year of college and he was now able to live off campus. He and three of his friends found an apartment near campus and they happened to move in across the hall from you.

The first time he ever laid eyes on you, you were standing outside your door. You were looking down, mail in hand and dripping in sweat. You were in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of leggings. Must've just finished one of those soul cycle or pilates classes.

Safe to say he popped a boner almost instantly and had to rush into his apartment unnoticed. Holy shit you were the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. The leggings hugged your body perfectly and that sports bra was doing a poor job of covering your tits.

It was an image that would surely remain etched in his mind forever.

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After that day it felt like he saw more of you, and it was extremely hard to ignore your presence. It seemed like every time he was outside of his apartment, you were too.

He finally met you formally in the elevator one day. You were both going up from the lobby. He'd gotten in first, and you burst through the doors yelling 'wait!' just as they were closing.

He reached his hand out, preventing the door from closing so you could come in.

Safe to say there were all kinds of 'stuck in the elevator' fantasies he was playing out in his head with you that left him caged in the corner of the box trying to cover up the way his pants started to grow tighter. He kept his distance, but his mind and his eyes seemed to be doing the opposite.

It was a short ride up, but to him it felt like forever. It was awkwardly silent until you decided to speak up.

"You live across the way right?" You asked.

"Huh?" Your sudden conversation takes him out of his little daze.

"I'm in 408 and I've seen you around, right across from me, right?" You asked, turning and looking at him.

"Oh yeah... think I've seen you around too. I'm still kind of new to the building. Couple friends and I are living here because it's close to campus," he replied.

"Hmm... guess that makes us neighbors." You grinned. "Y/n." You stated. "And you are?"

"Oh um uh... Chan. My friends call me Dino," he introduced himself.

You smiled. "Well what do you want me to call you?"

Oh fuck. It's such an innocent question, but he's so dirty minded and turned on that it leaves his mind racing.

"Oh um.. Dino-Dino's good," he cleared his throat.

The door finally opened and he felt like he's not suffocating anymore. You didn't even get to say a proper 'goodbye' before he rushed out of the elevator and darted toward his apartment.

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About a week later, you showed up at his door. To say the least, he wasn't expecting company when he showed up at the door shirtless with grey sweats hanging low off his hips. His blonde hair is messy on his head as he leans against the door frame.

"Oh um... hi," he clears his throat.

"I'm so glad you're here," you smile. "I didn't know if I was going to catch you or one of your roommates, but I need help with something."

"I can help," he offers. "What do you need me for?"

You give him a shy smile, looking him up and down. "Um, we'll have to go outside so...."

He looks down at himself, remembering that he's not wearing a shirt. "Oh my bad," he apologizes nervously. He closes the door to his apartment, leaving you alone momentarily. The door opens again and he stands there, properly dressed.

You lead him into your apartment. He enters your living space with a million thoughts running through his mind. He's actually here in your apartment and damn, it's nice.

The way you've decorated your home is extremely different from the hellhole he lives in. In all fairness, he's a guy living with 3 other twenty year olds.

"Excuse the mess," you say.

His eyes scan the apartment. Mess? Clearly you haven't seen a real mess. Just about everything seems to be in order. He fears how you would react if you stepped foot in his home. The only thing he can see out of place is a few boxes and.... oh.

Your underwear is lying on the middle of the living room floor. Granted, the laundry basket is right next to it, but he can clearly see the lacy black material from where he stands. There's no way you did that on purpose... right? Your apartment is far too clean for you to carelessly leave a pair of panties in the middle of the living room.

He's mentally cursing and yelling at himself not the let his mind wander. But he can't help himself. He's already picturing it, you in the thing and revealing fabric.

"Yeah so I'm moving some stuff into storage... but the boxes are kind of heavy so I was hoping you could help me carry them to my car," you snap him out of his little daze.

"S-Sure no problem," he says.

He's quick to pick up one of the boxes, attempting to cover his semi hard-on. Although the box he lifts is surprisingly light. Nonetheless, he follows behind you as you lead him to your car outside.

It takes three trips to transport all the boxes. All of the boxes ended up being a much easier carry than he expected. He loads the last one into the trunk of your car before closing it.

"All done," he smiles at you.

"Thank you," you brush your hand against his shoulder. It's an innocent touch really, but it makes his heart rate skyrocket.

"N-No problem really," he stutters out.

The two of you make your way back inside the apartment building. The entire time you actually have pleasant conversation with one another. He finds out that you moved here about a year and a half ago after a nasty divorce.

You didn't have any kids of your own, but when you were with your ex husband, he already had a kid that you basically raised as your own. You keep talking about other things, but he somewhat tunes it out, only really thinking about the fact that you are very attractive and now confirmed to also be very single.

You ride the elevator up to the third floor together once again. He walks you back to your apartment and you think him again.

"You want something to drink? It's the least I can do for your help...."

He hesitates. Are you.... flirting with him? Those boxes weren't that heavy, and he's not just thinking that to fuel his own ego. You could've done it on your own, easily and now you're inviting him back into your apartment.

He can't tell if he's being crazy and overthinking.

"Sure."

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"Oh fuck," he moans as you sink down onto his cock.

He wasn't being crazy, not at all. The moment he stepped back into your apartment, you pinned him against the wall and kissed him. You pushed him down to his knees so he could eat you out... twice. And now he's on your bed naked and you're about to ride him.

You tilt your head back, letting out a breathy moan as he fills you up. He stretch of his cock feels so good inside of you. You're already starting to feel the effects of overstimulation from him the two orgasms he gave you in his tongue earlier.

"Shit-oh shit," he moans once he's buried fully inside of you. His body falls limp against the bed and he allows you to completely take over.

You start moving your hips, tits bouncing in his face. He can't take his attention off of them, feeling himself grow more and more turned on with each passing moment.

Each roll of your hips feels so good and you're relentless with your pace. Your pussy squeezes around him incredibly. It feels so good, too good. He can already feel himself losing it.

And he does. He lifts you up off his cock, stroking his length until he cums on your inner thigh. He lets out a long groan as he covers your skin with his cum.

"Did you just...?" you start to ask.

He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't already getting hard again. He simply nods before lifting you back up and aligning his cock with your entrance.

"Yeah... just keep going..." he groans.

You're stunned, but nonetheless you sink back down onto his cock. He meets you halfway this time, thrusting his hips in sync with yours. His cock drills deeper inside of you, tip pushing against that one spot inside of you that drives you crazy.

Neither of you are quiet, moaning and groaning with pleasure nonstop.

You push him down on the bed, riding him like a toy. You treat him like your personal dildo, riding his cock like you own it. Your tits continue to bounce in his face, making him nearly go cross-eyed.

He reaches his hands up to touch, but you swat them away,. "No touching."

He lets out a frustrated groan, sinking his head deeper into the pillow. He wants you so bad, all of you. He needs to touch you. He can't help himself. He just wants to feel your tits, maybe slip one of them into his mouth and suck on one of them.

He tries again, reaching his arms up to grab your soft tits. But again, you grab his hands. "I said no touching."

"Fuck... please. Just let me feel 'em," he moans.

You ignore him, tightening your grip on his hands. His eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a shaky breath.

"M-Mommy please..." he moans.

The sudden name shocks you and you let out a gasp. Hearing it sends a wave through your body. You weren't expecting it in the slightest, but it's absolutely turning you on. However, he's too caught up in pleasure to fully process what he just said. He just lies there, basically whimpering with his eyes trained on your tits.

You start moving your hips faster. "Fuck, say it again."

"W-What?"

"Say it again and I'll let you touch me," you pant.

"Fuck... let me touch you mommy. So fucking hot..." he moans. "Please mommy,"

You're already getting close again. You move his hands, placing them on your tits and upholding your promise. His eyes roll back into his head once he finally cops a feel. He sits up, pushing his face closer to your tits.

"G-Gonna cum soon," you warn him.

He latches his mouth onto one of your tits, tongue circling your nipple as he sucks on your soft flesh. You don't stop the rocking of your hips, even when your orgasm approaches.

You moan loudly, calling his name like a chant as you experience your high. He follows not long after, lifting you off his lap again and allowing his cum to spill on the outside of your pussy.

He licks his lips as he watches your swollen folds get painted white. You both sit there breathlessly, dripping in sweat and cum. You need a moment to catch your breath and fully come down. Your folds are already swollen and sensitive and you're ready to lie down.

But it's not over.

He moves quickly, lifting off his lap and pinning you on the bed beneath him. He spits on his cock before pushing it back into you.

You're not sure how he still has the energy and stamina for this. Surely his cock is overly sensitive now. You're already overstimulated from your third orgasm, and you were sure he was done for.

He pins your hands above your head as he ruts his hips inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, but his cock is drilling into you perfectly. He's rough and needy, oozing desperation with every thrust of his hips.

Your tits continue to bounce as he fucks you, once again capturing his attention.

He can feel himself getting close again, dangerously close. If he doesn't stop now, he'll cum inside of you. But fuck, it feels so good he doesn't know if he can stop.

"S-Shit," he moans. "Gotta fuck those tits."

He finds it in himself to pull out. You both hiss at the sudden loss of contact, but he acts quickly.

He pushes his cock between the swell of your breasts. His cock slips between your tits easily considering your arousal is still coating his length.

You push your tits together, making the crevice tighter and it sends him into overdrive. He's fucking your tits recklessly, hips stuttering and moving like a bitch in heat.

"Cumming- ah fuck! Mommy I'm cumming!" he cries out.

He keeps moving his hips, thrusting his cock along the sweaty softness of your skin. He finally loses it altogether, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he shoots his cum onto your tits. Some of it goes onto your face, most of it dripping down along your nipples.

He feels dizzy, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"What the fuck," he breathes out.

What the hell have you done to him? He's never experienced something like that before. Yeah he's been with older women before, but calling them mommy? He's not even sure where it came from, you just sort of brought it out of him.

He's never had sex as intense as that, but all he knows is that he wants to do it again. One time and he already knows you've ruined him.

You simply giggle breathlessly, raking your fingers through his damp hair. Once you both fully come down, you shower together and he ends up spending the night.

You watch movies together until you both fall asleep. The next morning he wakes up hard and after a blowjob and three more rounds, he finally goes back to his apartment.

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"He did it," Soonyoung suddenly announces.

"Seriously?" Minghao's head appears over the couch as he turns around.

"No way," Jun echoes.

"I'm so serious, he actually did it," Soonyoung deadpans.

"How do you know?" Jun asks.

"I saw him go into her apartment yesterday when I was leaving and he hasn't been back yet... he definitely did it," Soonyoung explains and plops down on the couch.

"Oh shit... he's still over there?" Minghao asks.

"Pretty sure... he'll probably walk back over here any minute with that stupid grin," Soonyoung says.

Almost on cue, the doorknob twists and Dino walks into his shared apartment. He's trying so hard not to smile and make it obvious that he just had the best night (and morning) of his life, but he can't help but let a small grin escape from his pursed lips. All three of his roommates are staring at him from behind the couch.

He stands there like a deer in headlights as his roommates all stare him down.

"So where have you been?" Minghao asks with a smirk.

"Out," Dino says shortly, trying to avoid conversation.

"All night? It's nearly noon, that's a long time," Soonyoung asks.

"I wasn't gone that long... I left this morning when you guys were all asleep," Dino lies.

"That's so odd because... I saw you leave yesterday. It was still evening then," Soonyoung raises an eyebrow.

"That's weird because... you weren't home yesterday evening. I was the only one here," Dino states.

"I forgot my wallet when I left to go to work, and when I was on my way back I'm pretty sure I saw you leaving the apartment... wearing those exact sweatpants too," Soonyoung grins. "Jun he was wearing those sweatpants when you left too... right?"

"Oh yeah... now that I think about it, he was," Jun grins.

Knowing he's been caught, Dino simply gives up on defending himself. "Screw all of you!"

"Dude you fucked the hot neighbor, and older woman might I remind you? Did you think we weren't going to find out eventually," Soonyoung points out.

"Whatever," Dino says with a grin.

"You're really not gonna tell us how it went?" Minghao teases.

"Nope," Dino says and starts walking toward his room. "All you need to know is that she made me breakfast this morning and said she wants to see me again"

"Damn dude," Jun breathes out.

"See you fuckers later," he says as he makes his exit.

He enters his room, closing his door behind him and pulling out his phone. The first thing he does is text you.

'so when can i see u again?'

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[amariemelody]

So I finally got the courage to get my hearing aids today and...

Holy shit, I cannot overstate how much I cried and cried and cried and in sheer awe in my audiologist's office.

(Long story short, I've had mild-to-quite-moderate hearing issues since...as long as I can remember. It took me a metric shit ton of courage (and a steady job for the money, once again Fuck U.S Healthcare) to admit I needed and deserved help. I could still feel the stigma, but didn't need to give in to it. My audiologist has been endlessly patient with me as I mulled this big, big decision these past few months.)

(Con't.: To confirm my bravery, I asked my audiologist if there were pink hearing aids available, and if so could she order them for me. She squealed with enthusiasm and promised me she would do so. So I got the pink hearing aids. They are a beautiful soft rose-colored pink and my audiologist ooh'd and aww'd for me as she fitted them over my ears.)

So...yeah.

It was...kinda-sorta uncomfortable when my audiologist (I'll call her Em) turned them on because there was initially static and then everything Sounded Fucking Different And Too Loud And Is That The Air Conditioner, Why.

The first thing I heard with my new hearing aids was Em's voice asking me how I was hearing things and how I felt.

She smiled big because I know my eyes popped wide. Em's and everything else in her office sounded so crisp and clear and amazing. For the very first time in my life, I could make out consonants.

She turned down the volume for me when I asked and reassured me this would be a huge adjustment for my life and we'd be making follow-up visits to continue to monitor and titrate the hearing aids as needed.

But during the appointment today my hearing aids have felt overwhelmingly new but perfect.

So I only had to ask her to repeat something about 1x instead of my usual average of 2-3x, sometimes up to 4x.

I almost immediately started crying and Em automatically put the tissue box near me. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose and...

I found that I hate the sound of blowing my nose. So, so loud and unpleasant.

But tissue...makes a sound when you crinkle it/rub it together.

Tissue makes the most amazing crhh-shh-crhh-cruhh sound when you rub it together.

I kept rubbing it and rubbing it and crinkling it and crinkling it and Em just smiled, smiled, smiled in delight for me.

Some things...I found I didn't like with my new hearing aids. I don't like the elevator. I don't like doors because they may creak. I don't like the sound of driving and the traffic outside (it's like...a roar present in the background?).

But I love, love, love the sound of my blinker (I didn't know it had a sound!!!). I love the sound of people's voices that I've been listening to for a long time sounding crisp and clear. I love the sound of my purse when I rub the side. I love the sound of birds chirping. I love the sound of the elevator button when I press it.

Just...guys.

Tissue makes a sound when you rub it together. And birds chirp and squeak all day.

It's like...hearing color for the first time. You get to have the world's color in your ears for the first time, like most everybody else.

It's all loud and clear as thunder, but oh what a beautiful thunder.

[allsassnoclass]

Imagine walking through the front door of your home and saying “Honey, I’m home!” as a joke because you live alone and then suddenly hearing “What took you so long??” from the living room.

The ghost that’s been haunting your house missed you and is demanding answers.

It’s your first time seeing them.

They’re cute.

"Honey, I'm home!" Luke calls, kicking the door shut behind him and almost dropping the shoebox full of old cassette tapes he's holding. He adjusts his grip at the last second, clumsily kicking off his shoes and trying to take off his coat as he does.

"What took you so long?"

Luke drops the box, overbalances while flinging his foot around in an attempt to dislodge his left sneaker, and ends up on the floor.

"Who are--don't--stay where--" he sputters, trying to push himself to his feet but his legs are all tangled and there are cassette tapes everywhere and what the fuck he lives alone why is there someone answering him and--

"Holy shit, are you okay?" someone asks, sounding far too concerned for a murderer. "You're the clumsiest human I've ever had here, but even you aren't usually this bad."

Luke makes a sound akin to a paper shredder and finally frees his arm from his coat enough to look up and see the prettiest man he's ever laid eyes on.

The man has light brown hair that curls gently around his ears and over his forehead, tattoos dotting his arms, and a strong jaw with tantalizing hints of scruff. His eyes are clear and light, and Luke's self-preservation leaves him in a desperate urge to get closer so he can see what color they actually are.

"Huh?" he says gracelessly.

The man blinks at him, turns around to look behind him, then turns back to Luke and points at his chest.

"You can see me?"

Luke nods dumbly. A voice that sounds uncannily like Michael yells at him to get it together, and suddenly reality sets back in.

"Who are you?" he yells, scrambling to stand and grab something he can brandish as a weapon. He finds one of the other shoes staying in a pile by his door and launches it at the stranger, who doesn't even flinch as it sails right past him. "Why are you in my house?"

"It was my house first, asshole!" the beautiful man scowls. "I'm your ghost! I've been here for three decades!"

Luke lobs another shoe at him and watches it sail right through the man's chest. He freezes with the sparkly boot he wore out last night in his hand, arm raised to throw but muscles locking instead.

The shoe went right through him. Because he's a ghost who has been creeping in Luke's house.

"Holy shit," Luke says, arm dropping.

"Yeah," the ghost agrees, still scowling. "You want to tell me why you were so late? I've been waiting here for over an hour."

"Did you miss me?" Luke asks, self-preservation gone again. The man crosses his arms and sighs, tension seeming to drain out of him incrementally.

"Maybe I did," the man says. Luke's heart starts beating in double time. "You've been living here for months. Maybe I've liked having you around."

Holy shit. This beautiful man has seen Luke being ridiculous and clumsy for months and missed him. He likes having Luke around.

Luke is totally, 100% fucked.

[hgranger93493]

Content: Part 1.

Summary: You are getting ready to be married in a week. Everything will go smoothly, right?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, language.

Pairings: OC x reader; Sam x Jess; Dean x reader(eventually)

Wordcount: 5470

A/N: This will be a mini-series set in AU. Hopefully you'll like it.

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You slide the door open to your balcony and stepped outside to get some fresh air. After today, you needed a couple of drinks with the fresh air. You sighed deeply and looked towards the dark sky as the clouds moved around the full moon. You kept playing with the pack of cigarettes in your hand and flicking the lighter off and on. You haven’t smoked since college. The last semester was stressful to you and picked up this habit for a few months. Not that it helped much, but you were on the verge of needing some relief today. You were startled when you heard a deep voice to your left.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Holy shit! You scared me.” You squeaked with your hand on your chest.

A deep chuckle left this person’s throat and the moonlight shined on their face at the same time.

“Dean? What are you doing here?”

Dean slowly got up from the patio chair and walked towards you. Dean visits his brother Sam once every month. You met him a few times since Sam moved next door a year ago. You, Sam, and Jess were friends from college. Although you all weren’t thick as thieves, you enjoyed their company from time to time. Having your both balconies side by side was fun. You hang out with them and have cookouts during summer and exchange dishes whenever possible. The main reason you didn’t hang out much with them was because of Matthew. Your fiancé. You met Matt during your freshman year and you both have been dating since sophomore year. Matt never liked Sam and Jess as they weren’t up to his “standards”, whatever that meant. So, all of you never ran in the same circles, but you hung out with Jess whenever possible.

Dean leaned on the short wall separating the balconies and smiled up at you.

“Just visiting Sam. Missed my little brother”

“Pssh! He ain’t little Dean.”

Dean laughed a little and eyed the cigarettes box in your hand as if asking the same question again.

“Yeah, I don’t smoke. Just needed something to relieve the stress.”

“Are you okay?”

It has been a while since someone asked that question. You really didn’t want to talk, but you didn’t want to be rude to Dean. He was always sweet and kind.

You sighed a little and replied “Just the stress of planning the wedding is getting to me.”

Dean cleared his throat and asked “Wanna talk about it?”

“Thanks Dean, but I don’t want to bother ya.”

“You are not a bother, sweetheart. I’m hear to listen if you need to vent.”

You put the cigarettes and the lighter aside and took a step towards him.

“Not sure where to start, but the ‘small’ wedding we were supposed to have turned out into a full-blown production.”

“Yessh, that does sound stressful. Anybody helping you with it?”

“Well, my fiancé was supposed to help me, but his mother took over the reigns for him and she wants nothing and everything in the wedding. Today we were at the cake tasting and she insisted on having a 5-tier cake and her favorite flavor. Who needs five tiers of cake? We went back and forth and she finally got her way like she always does.” You sighed a little after your vent. “Maybe it is something small, maybe I am over reacting”

“No, you are not, it is your wedding and you and your fiancé should have a final say. Not the monster-in-law to be.”

You chuckled a little at his jab at Matt’s mom. You never said it out loud, but she was indeed a monster. She sat you down after the engagement and brought you up to speed on how women in their family must keep their husbands first and told you the literal “rules” about having some traditions at the wedding. Since Matt was their only son, she wanted an extravagant wedding. You told her that you didn’t believe in spending all your life savings on one party. You wanted to save money as much as you can so you can use it for down payment on your future home. But she put her foot down and told you as a bride, your family and you need to do everything to make the wedding the best day of her son’s life. She knows your parents passed away when you were sixteen and she tries to make me feel like an orphan when an opportunity strikes. I mean who does that?

You were lost in thoughts when you heard Dean call you again.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm”

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry I have a lot on my mind. With the wedding planning and budgeting”

“You don’t have to apologize Y/N. Just wanted to make sure you are ok.”

“Thanks Dean. Maybe I need a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, you should get some rest.”

“Alright, thanks for talking me out of smoking. I really was debating.” You laughed a little.

“Well, I’m glad to be of help. Good night sweetheart.”

You smiled a little and waved Dean good night and walked back inside your apartment.

Dean took a deep breath and went back in to Sam’s apartment.

Sam was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. He looked up when he heard the door to his patio open and close.

“Were you talking to someone?”

“Yeah, Y/N.”

“Oh, how is she doing? I barely see her here since she got engaged to that douche.”

“Douche?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, not sure what Y/N sees in Matt, but Jess and I never liked him. He was a total d-bag in college. He once asked what our dad was ‘worth’ to determine if we could be friends.”

“What? That is weird.”

“Yeah, he only wanted to be friends with guys who were loaded and could spend daddy’s money.”

“Oh boy, what is Y/N doing with an ass like that?”

“I don’t know Dean. She always kept to herself in freshman year. Jess and I met her in calculus class and never had many classes together since we were all in different majors. She is pretty smart, I tell you.”

Dean smiled and replied “Yeah, that she seems to be.” He kept thinking how beautiful she is too. She had a pretty smile.

Sam sensed something and said “She is engaged Dean. Don’t even think about it.”

“Seriously Sam? You think that low of me that I would hit on an engaged woman?”

“Just warning ya.”

“Yeah, whatever bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Jess walked in the front door at caught the end of their conversation.

“Don’t start you too. I want to have a nice and pleasant dinner.”

“He started it!” both said and the same time pointing to each other.

Jess rolled her eyes and walked over to Dean to give him a hug and went over to Sam and pecked his cheek as a greeting.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Y/N” Sam replied.

“Oh, what about her? Is she ok?”

“Oh yeah. Just caught her on one of her bad days, I guess. She is stressed about the wedding planning.” Dean replied.

“Oh” Jess replied a little lost in thought.

“Everything okay babe?”

Jess jerked back from her thoughts and replied “Yeah…yeah” and she smiled at her boyfriend. Sam knew she was hiding something, but didn’t bring it up.

“So, are you guys invited to the wedding?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, Y/N sent us both the invite and unfortunately, we had to decline since the wedding falls during mom and dad’s anniversary weekend. With the planning and everything, it would be a tight squeeze to attend the wedding and drive to Lawrence.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me. We need to finalize the seating tomorrow so I can let Ellen know.” Dean reminded Sam.

“We can take a look at it tomorrow morning after breakfast?” Sam asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

The three finished their dinner ended the night with some light laughs and heavy liquor.

That night Sam and Jess were getting ready for bed and Sam decided to bring up what Jess was thinking about when they were talking about Y/N.

“Hey babe, what were you thinking when we were talking about Y/N’s wedding”

“Oh, it is nothing. Maybe I didn’t see it correctly and imagining things.”

“You didn’t see what correctly?” Sam asked curiously.

Jess sighed a little and replied “The other day I think I saw Matt with someone else when I was hanging out with Melissa and getting drinks at the club.”

“What?” Sam asked bewildered.

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t him.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, because this person was heavily making out with the woman who he was with.”

“It could have been Y/N.”

“I thought so too, but that night when I returned to the apartment I ran into Y/N while she was taking out trash and she was telling how she was stuck at home all day working on a deadline.”

“Oh” Sam said. “Maybe it wasn’t Matt. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but for Y/N’s sake let’s hope it was someone else.”

“Yeah, me too babe. It was a dark club and loud. Maybe I am wrong. But in all honesty, she deserves someone else. I never liked Matt.” Jess said scrunching up her nose.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“See that is why I like you.” Jess replied with a grin.

“Geez, I thought you like me for other things too” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and pounced on Jess making her giggle loudly.

Sam and Jess were interrupted when they heard three bangs from the adjacent room.

“Hey! The walls are pretty thin around here. You are scarring me for life” Dean yelled.

Sam and Jess giggle quietly and yelled “Sorry” at the same time.

Dean huffed a little and closed his eyes to try and sleep. For whatever reason his mind kept going back to Y/N and how he wanted to hug her and take her worries away after seeing her today. He cannot get the image of her face that was lit up with the soft moonlight earlier.

“Stop it, Dean. Stop it. She is getting married.” He murmured to himself and started counting backwards to fall asleep. Some how he fell asleep and let the darkness consume him soon.

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Next morning you woke up well rested. You are lucky you worked from home. You had a few things to take care at work and then work on wedding stuff. Your manager was very understanding that you needed cut back a few hours everyday to go meet vendors and stuff during weekdays to finalize the stuff for the wedding.

You took a quick shower and made a small breakfast for yourself and texted Matt reminding him again about meeting the florist today at 11:30 and to come pick you up at 11:00. He didn’t reply, but you assumed he saw the message. After working for a few hours, you were about to take an early lunch. You put on some jeans and a simple t-shirt to get ready to go to the florist. It was 11:00 and your phone rang. It was Matt.

“Hey babe. You downstairs?”

He groggily replied “Hey. I just woke up and saw your message. I don’t think I can make it to the appointment. Can you go by yourself? I mean it is flowers, what would I do there anyways?”

To you say you were furious was an understatement. Who even wakes up at 11AM on a weekday? Especially when you are planning your wedding?

“Seriously Matt? We both were supposed to go to the florist and finalize the flowers and center pieces. It is not just my wedding it is our wedding.”

“You are making mountains out of mole hills Y/N. It is just stupid flowers, who cares?”

“Who cares? Are you kidding Matt? Don’t you care about this wedding? I mean I wanted a small wedding, but your mom insisted on making extravagant.”

“Don’t bring my mom into this Y/N.” He replied with a tone that was almost scary.

“Well, she chose the cake yesterday. Maybe she should just choose the flowers as well.” You replied snidely.

“You are lucky you have my mom helping you. You have no friends and no family. Be grateful”

That hurt. You were on the verge of tears and you cleared your throat.

“I didn’t mean to be ungrateful; I just would like you to participate in this wedding planning. This is how we make memories. We only have a week left.”

“Well now I am not in the mood to come anyways, I’ll ask mom to join you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to bother her.”

“She’ll come. Drive yourself there.” Matt replied and cut the call.

Those tears finally spilled. You were always alone after you lost your mom and dad. They were the biggest support system in your life and loosing that was horrible. You always thought meeting Matt was a blessing. He kept you active socially basically dragging you to every party and event around college. Over the years his friends became your friends, his life became your life and now his family was going to be yours. You were skeptical towards him and his motives, but didn’t want to question too much about it. You were getting a family again, so you bent anyway Matt molded you.

You picked yourself up and drove to the florist. Matt’s mom Martha was already there and she had a sour face. You sighed deeply and walked towards her.

“Matt told me about the conversation you both had earlier.” No hi or hello.

“Umm, what do you mean?”

“You shouldn’t force Matt to do things he doesn’t like. That is not OK” she hissed.

“Martha, I didn’t say anything. I just wanted him to join us to choose flowers since this is our wedding.”

“Well, you got me. So, let’s get to it.” She replied and got to work.

Peonies. She picked peonies. I mean they are beautiful flowers, but you wanted to have sunflowers in your bouquet. They were your mom’s favorite. You wanted her to be with you in some way on your special day. It is not traditional, but you thought you could at least win this fight. But you had no strength left in you to argue, so you let Martha pick everything.

After the appointment you drove back to your apartment. Glad that you and Matt don’t share a place. Otherwise, you would have seen his mom all the time. You need a break this evening. Get your mind off the planning so you decided to call you maid of honor, Lisa. Matt introduced you to Lisa in college. Matt and her dated the freshman year, but they both didn’t “click”. They remained friends and hung out all the time. Lisa became your impromptu best friend.

You rang Lisa. After a few rings she picked up the phone. She almost sounded as if she ran half a mile.

“Hey Lisa. How is it going?”

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this evening. Maybe grab a few drinks and get a bite?”

“Um no, I can’t. My sister is visiting. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is upset and she needs me.”

“I am so sorry to hear that. How is doing now?”

“Huh...yeah yeah..she is fine.” Lisa replied hastily.

“Okay, hope she feels better. Maybe we can get together later this week. Go over some details about the bridesmaid dresses and set an appointment for a final fitting?”

“Yeah..yeah that sounds fine. Listen Y/N, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She cut the call even before you could say bye.

You looked at the phone puzzled and got back to your work.

At 4, you promptly shut off the laptop to cook something. You didn’t eat lunch since you lost your appetite after meeting you mother-in-law to be. You decided to cook something and were in the kitchen ready to start your prep when you heard a knock at your door.

You were hoping Matt cooled down and stopped by. When you opened the door, you were met with Jess’s big smile. You always loved hanging out with Jess. She had such an infectious smile and attitude. She was a caring person in general.

“Hey Y/N! Is this a bad time?”

“No, no not at all. Come in.” You invited her in.

She gave you a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around here and squeezed her. You needed this after the whole florist fiasco. She broke the hug, and you both walked to your couch to sit down and have a chat. A few niceties were exchanged.

“Sam and I were wondering if you are free this evening?”

“Oh? Why?”

“We feel bad for not being able to attend your wedding and we were wondering if we can take you out for dinner and drinks this evening. Maybe your fiancé can join us too?”

What a relief. You need some company this evening and Jess is a literal angel at this point.

“Sure! Let me call Matt and check with him.”

“Okay, let’s say 7? We can get an early start on the drinks.” Jess laughed.

“You read my mind sister. 7 sounds good.”

Jess got up to leave the apartment and turned around. “Oh! Dean is also going to join us. Is that okay?”

You smiled a little wider hearing Dean’s name. Jess didn’t miss that.

“Of course! The more the merrier, right?”

“Yup! Alright, see you then.”

“See ya.” Your spirits were lifted. You called Matt to tell him about the plan. Praying that his mood is set after the call you had earlier today.

“Yeah?” He answered his call.

“Hey Matt, are you busy?”

“Not really, what’s up?”

“Um, you remember Sam and Jess, right? My neighbors. We went to college with them.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“They wanted to hangout this evening. Get some drinks together. They feel bad that they can’t attend the wedding. They invited us both. They want to leave at 7. Want to come over to my place?”

Matt sighed “Listen Y/N. I never really liked that Sam guy. He is thinks he is above everyone because of his brains. I don’t want to hang out with them. You shouldn’t either.”

You were taken back a little. Sam was the most down to earth guy you ever met. Even in college. Not sure why Matt thinks that way.

“But Matt, they want to take us both out for drinks and dinner. They are nice people. You should give them a chance.”

“Y/N, I said what I said. I don’t want to go. Also, I made plans with my ma. I will let you hang out with them. Just this one time.”

Seriously? You never asked his permission.

“I don’t need your permission to hang out with them Matt. They are kind enough to invite us for dinner and this is how you talk?”

“Do I need to remind you of our talk from this morning?” He asked gruffly.

“Whatever.” You said and cut the call. You weren’t going to apologize when you have done nothing wrong. You were looking forward to this evening with Jess and Sam. And you were not going to lie that you were looking forward to spending some time with Dean as well. He always seemed nice and caring.

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General POV:

Jess walked into their apartment and found Sam and Dean on the couch going over some details about their parent’s anniversary party.

“Y/N is free this evening. She will join us for drinks and dinner. I told her we will leave at 7.”

Dean perked up hearing this. And Jess didn’t miss that. She smirked a little walking to the fridge to get a drink.

“Matt is also going to join us.”

Sam groaned. “I hate that guy.” He muttered.

“Tough luck, you better behave this evening, Samuel.” Jess scolded him.

“Yeah yeah. I will if he will.”

“Sam, we invited them, so play nice. It is just one evening.”

“Yes ma’am” Sam replied.

Around 6:45, Y/N heard a knock at her door. She was expecting Jess, but when she opened the door, she saw Dean. He was wearing a simple flannel and jeans and boy, did he look good. She wiped those thoughts away and smiled at Dean.

“Hey Dean! I am almost ready. Need a few more minutes. Come in.”

“Hey. No rush. Just wanted to talk to you before we left.”

Y/N looked a little puzzled.

“Oh? What do you want to talk about?” Y/N was putting on her ear ring using the mirror in the foyer. Her back to Dean.

“Um, wanted to see if it was okay with you and Matt for me to join. I can drop if you guys feel uncomfortable.”

Y/N turned back to face him. She didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Dean, that is totally fine. Thanks for checking with me. It will be fun. Also, Matt is not joining us this evening. He is otherwise occupied” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes and turned around to put on her other ear ring.

Dean was relived to know that Matt wouldn’t join. After what Sam told him, he didn’t really care much about that douchebag either. He didn’t ask her more about why Matt couldn’t join them.

“Ok, I am ready. Ready to head out?”

Dean took a few seconds to admire her. She dressed simple, but she made her outfit look amazing.

“Yeah, let’s go see if Sam and Jess and ready too.”

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The evening started out great. All four of them hit a few bars and drank and danced their worries away. Especially Y/N. She let loose. Jess challenged Y/N to drink to every drink she had. And that turned into a friendly competition and both women were very tipsy by the time they hit their third or fourth bar. Sam and Dean soon realized that it was time to get some food to soak up the alcohol.

Jess and Y/N were giggling all night and just having fun. Dean was amused every time he looked at Y/N. He wished he met Y/N sooner because he would have asked her out. No doubt. But we can’t always get what we want, right?

They wanted to make their way to a restaurant to end their night and eat something. Y/N and Jess wanted to drink a little more and dance and kept calling the men party poopers.

“Ladies, you both need to eat. We had been drinking for 3 hours now.” Sam scolded.

“Booo!” Jess yelled.

Y/N parroted her and yelled “Yeah, Booooo!” towards Dean and broke into a fit of giggles.

Sam and Dean both sighed and somehow convinced them. Y/N understood and reasoned with Jess.

“Girl, we need food. I am hungry. I am sure they serve wine there.” She winked.

“Aww, I don’t want the night to end. I never get to hangout with you. Which is weird. We were friends in college and now we are neighbors and we never did this before.”

Y/n felt bad. Matt always made plans for her and never let her hangout with Sam and Jess. Sensing this Jess straightened up.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Jess replied groggily.

“No no, don’t apologize. We will do this again. I promise” Y/N told Jess and gave her a hug.

This conversation warmed Sam and Dean. Dean especially. He knew it was Matt that held her back, but he was glad Y/N was letting some steam out and spending time with Jess. It looked like she needed this.

At the restaurant, they got a booth. Sam and Jess sat on one side and Y/N and Dean on the other. Y/N felt the warmth coming off Dean. They reminisced over the night’s events and were having fun. During the conversation Dean rested his arm behind Y/N. She could smell the cologne coming off Dean. Not thinking she turned a little to face Dean and smiled.

“You smell so good Dean.” She said almost giddily.

Dean had a smug look on his face and with a grin replied “Thank you, darling.”

Sam cleared his throat as if warning Dean again.

Dean immediately realized the closeness and took his arm off the seat and moved a little away from her.

Jess got up to go use the restroom while you three were finishing your food. She got back to the table a few minutes later very sober and a little flustered.

“We need to go home. Now” she said to the table.

“Babe, what is the hurry? We still haven’t gotten dessert” Sam replied confused. You and Dean were confused as well. Jess looked at Sam and subtly pointed at something behind her with her eyes. Sam followed her eyesight to where it was pointed. Sam tightened his jaw.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Sam replied.

Dean and Y/N were confused, but obliged. Sam and Dean went to the front desk to settle the check. Y/N felt the need to use the bathroom.

“Guys, I will be right back. I need to use the restroom.”

“No Y/N wait..” Jess stopped her, but it was too late.

Y/N turned around and immediately got a glimpse of Matt at one of the booths. Y/N was not sure, but she squinted her eyes and he wasn’t alone. He was with Lisa. Your maid of honor. They both were cozied up in the booth facing her and even before she could realize what was happening, they started making out heavily.

The air got knocked out of Y/N. The blood drained from her face. Jess immediately came to her side to hold her. Sam and Dean saw what was happening and walked over to the girls. Dean was worried to see Y/N in such state. He looked at what she was looking. He saw two people playing tonsil tennis with each other. He looked at Sam for an explanation.

“That’s Matt.” That was all he needed to hear. He went to Y/N’s side and tried to get her to talk. She was honestly scaring him. She was in shock.

“Sweetheart, hey! Look at me. Let’s get out of here. Okay?” He was trying to get to her.

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Y/N’s POV:

Your blood was boiling. Internally you were screaming and you wanted to pounce on Matt and Lisa. But you were unable to move. You weren’t blinking, trying to make sure you were seeing things right. Dean’s voice broke you out of your trance. You looked at Dean.

“You…you guys got my back?” She asked shakingly.

Sam and Jess looked at each other not understanding what you were asking. But Dean immediately understood.

“Absolutely” replied Dean. That is all you needed to hear.

You straightened your stance pulled the engagement ring from your left hand and marched over to their table like a woman on a mission. Dean, Jess and Sam followed you. You made eye contact with Matt and Lisa.

“You two. Outside. Now!” You said in a calm voice and slammed the ring on the table and turned to walk away.

Dean was right beside you and opened the door for you. You didn’t want to make a scene inside the restaurant. A lot of people were having a good time and it wasn’t fair to them.

Once the cool air hit your face, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Sam and Jess immediately came to your side and Dean never leaving your side.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Jess asked. Honestly your calmness was scaring her.

You smiled at her and shook your head yes.

Matt and Lisa showed up a few minutes later walking towards you. Lisa cowering behind Matt. When they were close enough. You looked at Matt.

“How long?” was all you asked calmly.

“Y/N…” Matt started to say.

“HOW LONG?!” you yelled at this point.

Matt flinched at your tone. Honestly everyone around you flinched, but you didn’t care.

Matt put his head down and mumbled something.

“What?” you asked as you couldn’t hear.

“Over a year” Matt said a little louder. You felt like someone slapped you. You were mad at him for doing this, but you were even more mad at him for how he manipulated you and gaslighted you even after he started the affair. The nerve on this guy. He was fucking someone else behind your back. Your maid of honor no less.

“Then why did you propose to me?” You yelled.

Matt put his head down unable to answer. And that answered your question.

“Oh god, it was proposal out of guilt isn’t it?” you questioned. When he didn’t answer you yelled “Isn’t it?”

Matt shook his head and lifted his head to look at you.

You took a deep breath and pointed at him.

“I want you to come get your shit from my apartment tomorrow. They might be in the hallway, or near the dumpster. I don’t know yet.” You told him. Spitting venom.

“And you” you pointed to Lisa. “I trusted you. You could have done the right thing and told me. But you didn’t. And you even lied to me. You volunteered to be my maid of honor. I never want to see your face ever again. Understood?”

Lisa nodded her head and cowered even further behind Matt.

“Heh, I should have realized what a manipulative bastard you are Matt. But I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. Ignored all the red flags. But that one is on me, isn’t it?” Your voice waivered at the end.

Dean got beside you and placed a hand on your lower back. Telling you silently he got you. Jess placed he hand on your shoulder and Sam was right behind you and Dean. They got your back and you didn’t want to spill any more tears for this son of a bitch! Literally.

You turned to Dean.

“I want to go home Dean.” You said quietly.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Dean gave Matt a dirty look and guided you out of there. Jess and Sam silently followed.

You were walking slowly and started to shiver a little. Dean put his arm around your shoulder. You were glad he was there. You slowly brought your hand around Dean’s torso from the behind and snuggled into him. For warmth, for comfort, for support. And it felt good. Dean did not complain one bit.

“I got you Y/N. I got you.” Dean reassured and kissed your temple.

How you got home was a mystery. You got into your apartment and sat on the couch silently. Dean sat beside you holding you. Sam went to get some water for you. Jess crouched to your eye level. A sad smile on her face.

“How are you feeling?” Jess asked you.

“I want to be alone.” You replied. Jess looked at Dean and then Sam. Sam shook his head a no, not comfortable leaving you alone in this mental state.

“Y/N I don’t think it is good for you to be alone at this time.” Jess tried to assure you.

You shook your head no and said “Please I just want to be alone. With my thoughts. Please” you pleaded with her.

“But…” she was about to put her foot down when Dean stepped in.

“How about I stay with you Y/N?”

You turned your head to him “You don’t have to Dean. It’s ok. I won’t do anything irrational, if that is what you all are worried about.”

Dean felt bad. “We don’t want you to be alone in case Matt comes back. Doesn’t he have a key?”

You nodded your head yes. “See, just for your safety I’ll stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

For some reason you felt better knowing someone will be close by. “Okay” you replied silently.

Jess smiled and said “Good.” She squeezed your knee as an assurance. “That’s settled. When you wake up tomorrow come straight to our place for breakfast.” That was an order. You nodded your head yes.

“Heads up, this guy snores like a bear.” Jess said pointing her thumb at Dean.

“Hey! I don’t snore.” Dean defended.

You chuckled a little. Thankful for them trying to cheer you up. You took Dean’s hand in your hand and looked up and Jess and Sam. “Thanks for having my back today. That wasn’t a pleasant situation to be around.”

“We always got your back Y/N.” Sam assured you with a smile. Dean squeezed your hand and said “I got you. Always.” Silently.

[loving-barnes]

Medical Hearts - Part 5

A/N: And another one! Wee, I am still writing...

Pairing: Doctor Bucky Barnes x Doctor Female reader or Doctor Steve Rogers x Doctor Female reader

Warning: language, some angst, blood, death of a child

Words: 2000+

Part 4 | Medical Hearts Masterlist

Part 5

“Home sweet home,” Y/N said when she opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside with one of the boxes Wanda owned. 

The brunette kept standing there as a statue with wide eyes as she kept looking inside the apartment. It was a nice place, modern and expensive. She wasn’t lying when she said her parents were wealthy. “Shit,” she whispered. “I mean, we noticed that you lived in a fancy building, but I was not expecting this.” 

“Put the boxes here and let’s get you other stuff. Then, I will show you your new room,” Y/N suggested. 

Together, it took them over half an hour to get every box and suitcase into the apartment. Y/N had to run to the nearest store to buy some boxes for her as they were packing her belongings. To be honest, her ex-roommates were three mean bitches. It was good they kicked Wanda out. She didn’t belong there. 

“One was a bartender, the other worked as an assistant and the third one… well, I have no idea what her job was,” Wanda admitted as they brought the last boxes and finally closed to door to the apartment. “I have no idea how I ended up with them and lived there for over two years.” 

“The timing is perfect,” Y/N grunted when she drooped the last box that was filled with clothes. “I was too alone and with you here, I won’t be anymore.” 

“This place is sick,” Wanda turned around, enjoying the view. “This place must have cost a fortune. Holy shit, girl, how much money do you have?” 

Y/N didn’t want to answer that. “How about I show you your room and you can start unpacking and get some rest. Now,” she started to walk and Wanda immediately followed her. “There is a queen-size bed, wardrobes, table and also your own bathroom.” 

“I have my own bathroom?” Wanda gasped. “Can I ask you how is it possible you have a spare room with furniture?” 

Y/N didn’t answer that. She stopped in front of the door and opened it, not daring to walk in. “Welcome to your new room.” She let Wanda step inside. It was kind of nice watching her walk into the room, turning around while gasping and taking it all in. 

“Thank you,” Wanda smiled at her. “How much rent do I need to pay?” 

“We can talk about it later. Unpack and go rest. If you need something to eat, there is food in the fridge or you can check the pantry.” 

With that, she left her alone and walked through the apartment and inside her room. She closed the door and leant against them. For the first time in over a year, someone was living with her, again. She was ready for it. It was time to move on from everything. Any company would only do her good. 

Y/N went into the living room and sat down on the couch, relaxing a little. She tilted her head backwards, put both arms on top of the backrest and sighed loudly. That’s when she heard the door to Wanda’s room open. 

She walked to Y/N, carefully and cleared her throat. “I have wine,” she waved with the bottle. “You wanna drink?” she asked. 

Y/N looked at her with a grin. “I can’t say no to wine,” she laughed.

She used the opportunity and showed Wanda where can she find the glasses and other utensils. When they finally sat back on the couch, they could talk - mostly about work. That was a topic Y/N was able to talk about. It was too early for personal stuff. Luckily, Wanda could only talk about work… and the cute guy who worked in the bar near the hospital. 

. . .

Y/N put her hair into a low messy bun, so her hair wouldn’t fall into her eyes. She was already in her scrubs and wore her white doctor’s coat with her name on it. Her hospital ID was buckled on the edge of the breast pocket. It’s been two days since Wanda moved in and so far, she was a wonderful roommate. 

She walked out of the locker room and walked down the hall, trying to find something to do. She didn’t know who wanted her to be in their service. 

“My favourite resident,” Stark’s voice was echoing through the hallway and suddenly, he caught up with Y/N. “I want you on my service today which means you will be scrubbing in.” 

“I’m not your favourite resident,” she rolled her eyes with a tiny smile. “But I would like to scrub in with you, Dr Stark. It’s been a while since the last brain surgery.” 

“First, I need to check on a patient,” he informed her and took her into the ICU where a 40-year-old man was lying in his bed, tired after surgery. 

Stark was talking to him, explaining how the surgery went, which also meant he was bragging about how awesome his surgical skills were. Y/N was standing one step behind him, holding a tablet in her hands, checking out the charts. 

That’s when her pager beeped and it showed 911 ER. She sighed and handed the tablet to Stark. “I’m sorry. There is a massive incoming trauma and they need all hands on deck.” 

“Go,” he nodded. “I’ll be there in a few minutes if they need me.” 

Y/N ran down with the rest of the doctors that were called there. The elevator was already filled with people, thus she had to take the stairs. It was faster and she could get some extra exercise. 

When she came into the ER, she was horrified - it was filled with wounded children. They were covered in blood; some had head injuries or broken bones, and other were in trauma rooms, helping them breathe. And more children were coming. The first child that was unattended, she ran to. “Hi,” she smiled at him, checking the wound on his forehead. The boy’s face was without colour and he was silent, just looking around. 

“Can you tell me your name?” she asked him when she started to listen to his heart. 

“Jack,” he replied tiredly. 

“Hi, Jack, can you tell me how you feel and what does hurt?” 

He closed his eyes and slowly opened them again - as if it was the most difficult thing to do. “My head and my stomach,” he replied. “I’m tired.” 

Y/N called for the nearest intern. “Hey, hi,” she smiled at the young man, “I need you to take him to CT immediately and page Stark and Barton to have a look at his scans.” 

He approached the bed and nodded. “Right away,” he said and took called for more nurses to help him with the bed. 

It was chaotic in there. More children were coming inside. She huffed and ran outside to another ambulance that brought a new patient. This time, it was a tiny little girl that was unconscious and they helped her breathe through the tube. “She flatlined on our way here, but we were able to bring her back,” said the paramedic. 

Y/N took out her stethoscope and listened to her heart. “Shit, she has no pulse again,” she said loudly and before they could move, she hopped on top of the girl and started CPR. Before she could register, Wanda and Natasha were by the stretcher, taking them inside. 

“Do not die on me,” Y/N sounded angry as she kept resuscitating the little girl. She was tiny, innocent and on the verge of death. 

They brought them inside trauma room three where a team of nurses were waiting, as well as Dr Barnes. “Talk to me,” he commanded. 

“Eleven-year-old female found unconscious in the bus. She has a firm stomach and she flat-lined on our way here. Dr Y/L/N started CPR as we arrived,” Wanda said as she put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. 

“We pushed one round of epi and we were able to bring her back,” the paramedic added. 

“Alright, Y/N, let someone else take your place. You are getting tired,” said Barnes with a much gentler voice. Immediately, Natasha put her hands on the patient's chest and started compressions. 

It took a second for Y/N to realise that Barnes said her name. It never happened before. Once she had her feet on the ground, she took a syringe and pushed it into the IV. “I’m giving her another round of epi,” she informed everyone. 

They waited a few moments if it would work, but it didn’t. “Still no pulse, push the crash-cart closer and charge to 150,” said Barnes and took the paddles. “Clear,” he yelled and everyone took their hands off the girl. He charged her once and waited a few seconds - nothing. 

“Push one more round of epi and charge to 200,” he ordered as Natasha started compressions again. Once the medication was in, Natasha stepped aside and let Barnes charge the girl again. 

“Clear,” he said loudly. Again, this attempt failed. 

They tried to bring her back for another twenty minutes, but unfortunately, the little girl lost the battle. Y/N’s hands started to shake a little and she had to take a step back. Wanda noticed it. 

“Call it,” Barnes looked at Y/N. “Call it, Dr Y/L/N,” he kept staring into her panicked eyes. 

It was too much. It all came back to her - everything that happened in the past. All those painful memories were in front of her eyes and she felt as if she suddenly was back when it all happened. 

Without a word, she run away from the trauma room and ran somewhere where she could be alone. There was a place inside the hospital where she could hide. She walked by it a few times and never saw anyone there. There were some old beds and chairs. Maybe someone would use those beds to sleep there when they had the chance. 

It was on the other side of the hospital, that’s why she knew she would be able to stay there, alone and hidden. When she arrived there, she sat on the closest bed, hiding her face in the palm of her hands. That’s when she started to cry. 

And she cried - for how long? She didn’t know. Her body was shaking as the images kept coming to her. It’s been a while and yet, she couldn’t close that chapter of her life. 

“Are you alright?” 

Y/N’s head hastily lifted up and noticed Dr Bucky Barnes standing five steps away from her, watching her like a hawk. His eyes kept locked on her face, trying to capture every single tear on her distressed face. She didn’t say a word, just kept staring at him. 

“I know losing a child is hard,” he took a step closer. “But we have to move on and try to save another one.” 

He thought she would say something to him, give him some kind of reply when she started to breathe heavily as if it was hard to catch her breath. She was having an anxiety attack. 

Barnes kneeled in front of her and grabbed both of her hands into his. “Come on, Y/N, look at me. Look at me and breathe with me, alright? Inhale,” he took a slow deep breath, “and exhale,” and he released everything from his lungs slowly. “Breathe with me.” 

She listened and started to breathe exactly the same way as him. Y/N had her eyes locked with his as they kept breathing together, slowly. 

“That’s good,” he praised her. “You are doing good. Take your time.” 

When it subsided and her body relaxed, one of his hands stroked her cheek. It was unexpected but not unwelcome. “You’ve never had a kid die on you?” he had to ask. 

“I-it’s not that,” she whispered and lowered her gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“That’s alright,” he nodded. “We are not friends. I am an attending and you are a senior resident. We are colleagues.” That’s when he hurriedly stood up and left her there all alone. 

It only made her confused. He hated her guts so why did he come to her, helped her calm down and try to be her friend? That man was a mystery. In the end, she was glad he helped her bring her back to reality.

[teecupangel]

From the other fics I read where Desmond ends up in the past he doesn't have modern things anymore and living like that is hard so I propose an au where Desmond ends up in the past but he can get anything from the modern era but he has to pay for it, kinda like the anime Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill

Sooooo… Desmond gets pay-to-win mechanics when he gets transferred into the past?

You know what would be funny, nonny, in a ‘let’s-mess-with-desmond-tehe-(･ω<)☆’ kind of way? He can get anything from the modern era, NAY, he can get anything from aannnnyy era BUT the caveat is…

He has to get them thru gacha mechanics/loot boxes!

There is never a guarantee that Desmond would get what he wants! There is no “okay, you already rolled 300 times so just pick one from this list because, holy shit, your RNG fucks ass, what the fuck” or even a ‘pity rolls’ mechanic where SSR(s) get higher % when you roll 90 times already.

No, no.

Desmond needs to face the gacha system head-on. The only pity mechanic it has is that it does sorta listen to Desmond whenever he wants something.

For example:

Desmond: I could really use a cellphone right now with internet access.

Gacha Mechanics: Understood. Setting up banner for cellular phones. Banner setup complete. Would you like to roll?

Desmond: Sure.

70 rolls later and no more Isu shards left, Desmond finally gets a goddamn cellphone (SSR!) after 47 toy cellphones, 12 fucking DynaTAC (what the fuck), and 10 goddamn old Nokia phones which have snake but no way to connect to the internet…

Then he finds out this phone doesn’t have a sim so it doesn’t have any ‘data’ to connect to a magical internet in the first place.

So the Gacha Mechanics go, “Would you like to set up a wi-fi Banner?”

And Desmond almost crushes the cell phone in his hand before turning to shout at his ancestor, “We’re going Shard grinding!”

“Again?”

“Yes, again!”

Wanna make it more annoying? The way to gain Isu shards is the same setup to gain DNA cubes from Assassin’s Creed Rebellion. And those ads you can play to get free stuff? Yeaaahhh, that one will only show ads of Abstergo products just to fuck with Desmond.

At this point, it’s probably easier (and better for Desmond’s mental health) if he just ignores the gacha mechanics and do whatever he wants in the past using what he can find in the past XD

If it’s not yet clear that I do not like gacha mechanics/loot boxes, here’s an ask where Desmond gets screwed up by gacha mechanics.

[sebsxphia]

can you do something about regressing in front of rhett for the first time?? you mentioned something about it in the bambi fic and i wondered how he handled it!

bambi. | prologue.

rhett abbott x little!reader.

￫ description: you regress in front of rhett for the first time and decide to pick a film to watch.

￫ c/w: age regression, crying, swearing. other than that, it’s all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: this was such a sweet idea, dear anon, i couldn’t resist! also, for the second anon, i hope this is okay my dear anon 🥺 <3 the original fic can be found here! | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

“This is lovely, sweetheart.” Rhett squeezed your hand from across the table and gave you a reassuring smile before taking another bite of the meal you’d lovingly prepared for the both of you.

You squeezed his large hand back and returned the same smile, taking another bite of the food yourself. You sat in the peaceful and domestic silence for a while. You occasionally exchanged loving glances with one another.

Now or never.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Have you ever heard of, age regression?”

Rhett paused at your question and frowned ever so slightly. He took another bite of his food whilst still pondering your question. You could see him trying to run through the phrase in his head. He took a fleeting sip of his beer and leant back on his chair, looking defeated.

“Nope, don’t think so. Why? Is it like a sex thing or…”

You interjected as soon as you could to make it clear to Rhett.

“No! No, absolutely not.”

You continued to explain to Rhett what it was, why you did it and what you wanted from him. You watched his expression to try and get a read on how he felt about the prospect, but the whole time he held a neutral gaze and listened intently. He was still holding onto your hand and gently brushing his thumb over your flesh whilst eating.

“And, you wan’ do this? With me?”

“Please. More than ever. I’ve been holding off for a while now and I just…” You trailed off for a split second and gave Rhett’s hand another squeeze. “I need you.”

You tried not to sound desperate, but the reality was you were. You hadn’t been able to regresss since beginning your relationship with Rhett and it was becoming like a burning itch. One you just couldn’t scratch right.

“Alright.” Rhett smiled that lopsided grin you’d come to love so much and you knew you were safe. You didn’t have to ask if he thought it was weird or strange, you knew he understood.

“Sweetheart, whatever makes you happy, makes me happy, alright? I’ll look into it a bit, s’ I know more to help you.”

A week later you were nudging yourself under Rhett’s arm as he sat up against the headboard, both of you clearly exhausted and ready for bed.

“Hey, darlin’. Look ‘ere, I found some rompers and pacifiers you might like. You said you wanted them, didn’t you?”

You rested your head on Rhett’s shoulder and watched him scroll through his phone at all the options. You pointed out one romper that was patterned in cartoon illustrations of cowboys with a pacifer clip to match. The pacifier itself that you chose was decorated in more little cartoon animals.

Two weeks on and you and Rhett trudged up to your front porch from working outside in the harsh Wyoming winter all day. The low illuminating porch light shined a spotlight on a perfect parcel sitting on your doorstep.

“Holy shit! Rhett, it came!”

In a flurry of desperation and excitement to finally regress, finally feel at ease, you hurried inside and started to unpackage the box. Layers upon layers of paper came out and when you reached the bottom your heart sank all the way through to the kitchen floor.

“No, no, no.” You grumbled to yourself. You reached in and received the romper to confirm your heart shattering suspicions.

“It’s the wrong one.” You held the incorrect romper in your hand and turned around to face Rhett who was coming through the hallway after hanging up his jacket.

You could feel your bottom lip starting to tremble and your waterline stinging. There were tears threatening to brim over. The winter had been cruel on you both. Long and tiresome days of work on the ranch. Getting up in the dark and going home in the dark. You couldn’t remember the last time you regressed and finally, the one time you were close to feeling that warmth, that comfort, it was wrong.

“I- I know it’s not their fault,” you started babbling now and the tears slipped over your cold cheeks freely. Rhett wore a sympathetic look on his face. He could truly see how much this meant to you and how much this hurt. “But I just really wanted this, Rhett, I really-”

Rhett closed the space between you both and you crashed against his torso, wrapping your arms around his neck and still clutching onto the romper.

You were fully sobbing now and Rhett could feel his heart snap in two at your frustrated cries. He understood it was more than the romper. From what he read up, he knew your emotions and headspace was probably like a million wires short circuiting right now.

Rhett’s hands were running along your back and you could hear him shush you in your ear. He was trying his best to soothe you, but the devastation you felt was too overpowering and the tears kept coming.

“C’ ere, darlin’.” Rhett pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down, bringing you with him to sit on his lap. Your body was still wracked with sobs and before Rhett could register what he was saying, he spoke up.

“Daddy will fix this, okay?”

Something inside you clicked into place at Rhett’s words. It was like the final piece to the puzzle.

You pulled your face up from the crook of Rhett’s tear stained neck and blinked away the tears, looking at him. Rhett watched as he saw your teary eyes trail over his face with your bottom lip still trembling. He could see the cogs turning and switching behind your eyes that were becoming more glazed over with each passing second.

And then you spoke in return, and Rhett knew.

“P-please, Daddy.” You mumbled out in between hiccups.

Prior to receiving the package, you and Rhett had discussed and agreed boundaries for your regression. Up until now, he hadn’t had to put any of these into practice. But now, you were sat on his lap in a different headspace with a tearful look on your face, and Rhett wanted to do everything in his power to make it right.

“Yes, my little one. I’ll contact the company, get it all sorted. But look,” Rhett reached over for the box and pulled it closer to you both. He fished out the one thing you had missed. The pacifer and pacifier clip. Rhett noticed the way your eyes creased up in the corner and you sucked in an ecstatic breath. He un-packaged the two items and clipped them together before clipping them to your shirt.

“Oh, sweetheart. Look at that, they’re gorgeous!” Rhett cooed at you, wiping the pad of his thumb over the remainder of your stray tears.

Your face shifted from anguish to a beaming smile. Rhett picked up the pacifier and you instinctively parted your lips. You took it eagerly and Rhett could still see your smile on the corner of your lips behind it. Rhett was ninety nine percent sure seeing you like this would cure any heartache he ever had.

“Now, I know you don’t have the romper, but how ‘bout I get you into one of Daddy’s shirts, get you somethin’ to eat and you can pick out a film?”

Rhett explained it step by step as to help guide you through the emotions and thoughts that were most likely swirling around in your mind. You nodded keenly in response with the pacifer knocking against itself.

An hour on you were nestled into Rhett’s side, a warm bowl of food in your laps with Rhett flicking through the streaming services.

“What do you wan’ watch, little one?”

“Bambi, Bambi, Bambi!”

It was a giddy squeal and Rhett chuckled to himself when you were bouncing a little, but not before running his hand over your hair and soothing you down.

“Shh, little one. Daddy’s got to feed you and I can’t have you bouncin’.”

Rhett would alternate between feeding himself and then you. When you found something particularly engaging you would let out a little giggle or another softer squeal.

Unfortunately your body’s movements couldn’t be helped when Bambi was also helpless with their movements. Your knee knocked against Rhett’s elbow and the spoon accidentally hit your nose, getting a splash of pasta sauce on there.

You sucked in a panicked breath when you realized what had happened. You reached out to clasp onto Rhett’s hand and your eyes went wide with your constant apologies spilling from your mouth.

“Sorry, Dada. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Hey, hey.” Rhett reached out to take your hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. It was something Rhett did when you weren’t regressed, but you still recognized it as a motion to calm yourself.

“Shh, it’s ok, sweetheart. It’s only pasta sauce.” Rhett smiled softly at you to double reassure you that it was okay. He reached for a tissue and wiped the sauce off in one clean swipe.

“Maybe I should call you, Bambi, with your little legs moving like that.”

Your face practically lit up at the notion with your cheeks going a rosy pink and your sweet smile ten miles wide. Rhett knew that was something you liked the sound of very much.

“Yeah? Bambi?” You hummed in response and nodded your head vigorously. “Alright, Bambi. I love you.”

Rhett leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and then to the tip of your nose.

“Love yo’ too, Daddy.”

Finally, a week later you opened the new package as arranged by Rhett. Inside sat the original romper with the cowboys, but there was something else underneath.

Another surprise romper Rhett had ordered without you knowing. One that was patterned in delicate and detailed drawings of woodland creatures and amongst them all, your favorite. Tiny, little baby fawns.

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[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter One(?) Pt. 2|| The Isekai’d Oracle

I know I haven't posted anything for a while. Got super busy, did a ton of research, and had slight writer's block. Yesterday I finally was able to write something only to have a... cooking accident. I'm fine just burn my hand from some boiling water and a slight cut on the other. Doesn't hurt and the red mark from the burn went away.

Anyways I don't know if I want to keep this in. Feels like it's too out of place since it's should be all from the reader's perspective but I do like how we see from the other’s point of view. It feels refreshing to not have all of it in the reader's. It also keeps you guys wanting to read more. Since few of the other characters know more than the reader, yet are somewhat clueless about the oracle's plans for this so-called good ending. So it kind of balances each other out, hopefully.

Also, I watched S4 and holy shit. Mei’s a thousand-time grandfather is hot. I want him.

It was a rainy day. Dark clouds consumed the skies, thunder shaking the world. People continued on with their day, not letting the rain stop them from their tasks. Mk and Mei playing around at the restaurant, messing with Tang. Pigsy tries to scold them for it but was too busy making noodles. Sandy watches from afar drinking tea since the storm had made the waves too out of control for him to stay on the boat.

The demon bull family stayed back home and kept their distance away from the city and heroes. After their embarrassing defeat. Macaque hides in the shadows waiting for the storm to pass. While Wukong relaxes at the temple, hoping that the storm won't cancel today's training.

It was a normal day so far.

Yes, nothing new or life-changing. Everything was peaceful. Then there was the blast.

In an empty street, sparks of a dull peach color form in the middle of the road. Until slowly turning into a small golden ball of energy. Catching the attention of the passerby.

Getting brighter and hotter, the ball of energy exploded. Blinding the street in golden light. As the shockwave shot through the city, shaking the ground and clearing the skies.

Buildings shook, people and objects fell, and cars swerved or came to a sudden stop. The once busy and loud city was silent for a moment. Not knowing what that blast was, especially for the gang.

“What was that?” Mei asks, clinging to a chair to steady herself.

“Maybe it was an earthquake?” Tang said questioningly. Not even believing it was that simple.

“No, it's not.” Mk states, staring at the entrance. Any joyous expression pushed off his face. That amount of energy shouldn't have shaken his soul like that.

It made him anxious.

“Then what was that?” Pigsy shouts annoyed. Picking up the noodles from the floor.

Mk stayed silent. That energy was familiar, yet he couldn't wrap his head around where he felt it before.

“I don't know…” Those words didn't feel right coming from his mouth. He sighs before pushing those feelings to the side.

“-BUT, I'll just ask Monkey King. He knows everything.” Mk said with a smile. He shouldn't worry too much about this after all. He can't lose his cool in front of his friends.

“You look stressed bud, here, have some tea.” Sandy gently pats Mk's back, giving him a cup.

“I'm fine honestly, that earthquake startled me.”

“Aww, don't worry Mk.” Mei wraps her arms around him. Giving the young man a rather tight hug.

“It was pretty scary, and out of nowhere. At least no one got hurt, right?” Mei smiles trying to cheer up Mk.

“Yeah, at least no one is hurt.”

However, he wasn't the only one shaken. Far from it. How could they? When their last encounter with the oracle was less than pleasant. No, they rather forget about the incident.

Iron Fan pulls out a small withered box. Time had worn down, and the fragile container.

“Are you sure about this? Was that blast from that spirit?” The Bull King asks.

“Yes, my love, no matter how many years pass. I will always remember that energy, even though it's a lot duller.” She takes off the cover, finally seeing the contents.

Few pieces of paper, with dates and instructions. Neatly stacked and tied together with a red ribbon. She pulls out the small paper that sits on top of the stack.

“Sorry for not making it interesting, especially when I made you wait so long to open it. There isn't anything impressive in the bag I gave you as well. Just some clothing and a few accessories. Hope you two are doing well. Remember, follow the instructions precisely, if not, I'll get very upset!” Iron Fan reads out loud the note.

“She’s vague as usual.” The Bull King mumbles outs.

“Aren't all seers and oracles? For being able to see the future, they like to be mysterious, it's their whole gimmick.” She takes out the stack of papers, ready to follow the oracle's Instructions.

“How do you feel about this? I haven't forgotten that reaction from earlier.”

There was a slight pause in her actions.

“I'm fine, it's all in the past, but best if we follow the instructions she gave us. We don't want to have another outburst.”

“Seers are truly unfortunate beings.”

Iron Fan stayed silent, sadly agreeing with her husband's statement. Luckily, from the notes that have been written. It seems there wouldn't be an outburst. Relief washes over her, letting out a sigh. The Bull King stood close and placed a hand on her shoulders.

Then it left the two mystic monkeys, who didn't know how to react. Yet concluding on the same action. Staying far away from the oracle, but for different reasons.

Macaque sees the poor woman as a bad omen and rather ignores it.

Wukong, on the other hand, thought he was the bad omen. Convinced that if he shows up, it will end badly for her. This time he won't help her. It was for the best. Wukong truly believes that she is strong enough to survive and complete the task she needs to do.

“Good luck little oracle, may your journey be painless and uncomplicated, this time around.” He said softly, before closing the door behind him.

Not daring to look back at the city or her.

[beezleberry-breakie]

Holy shit I made another one ║ ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ ║. I'm either very depressed or very bored...probably both.

Disclaimer: I do not own Friend, Keagan, or STNAF, they belong to @stnaf-vn

You enter through the door, the soft hum of the overhead lights reflecting off the large meeting room table that stood between you and this young woman. God you weren't getting paid enough for this. Without even glancing from your clipboard you sat down in the chair across from her, fingers pressing the buttons to start the tape recording. Your temples were already throbbing due to the stress induced headache.

"Hello, Aofie", you gave your name, "I'm Keagan's lawyer and I'm just here to ask you some questions about the night of his accident. First question is, Who are you?"

The woman was taken aback.

"What do you mean 'wHo aRe yOU', you literally just said my name gobshite"

You grinded your teeth, this bitch, she was just as sarcastic as the other one. Why was your client messing with these types of people?

You sighed, "I'm sorry, I should've clarified, for legality reasons I need to know who you are and what your occupation is".

That seemed to calm her down.

"Oh well then. My name is Aofie Kelly, or Mango, and I work in the business office down the road as a junior accountant".

You stopped listening after hearing her nickname.

"Mango?"

"Yea!" her eyes seemed to sparkle at mention, "I got the nickname after Friend and I had a Mango eating contest", she crossed her arms triumphantly, "Guess who ended up being the winner", she haughtily chuckled making you concerned if she could even be a valid witness as Keagan said.

"Though, five tubs of mangos does seem excessive".

Oh dear God you were dealing with an idiot.

You sighed, rereading the sheet on your clipboard. You needed to wind her down before asking about her relationship with Keagan.

"What are you hobbies, interests, relationship with family?

Aofie squinted her eyes at you.

"What is this, are you trying to reunite Kellogg's and I?", she gave an exasperated gasp, "I'll have you know I am now in a committed relationship with the Lort, and he frowns upon those who try to steer his sheep away!".

You had never in your life wanted to clock out and go home to cry. This child was on another level.

"No, Aofie. It's just protocol to ask these questions before we hit the big stuff. I'm trying to be your pal here".

She nodded, looks like things finally clicked in her brain for once. Thank whatever deity was on your side today.

"Well" She started ticking things off her fingers, "Hobbies really center around baking. Got a gift for it somehow, Friend and dah said my cooking could even make the slumbering Gods wake".

...You didn't think was anyway a good thing.

"Naming a few my interests are baking obvs, watching trashy reality tv, metal core, dance, and tending to me cows when I go back home to Ireland".

"Ireland?"

"Yup my mum and dah are both from there, though we think mum may have originated from Nigeria".

"So you're close with your parents?"

She nodded furiously, a sugar coated smile sketched her face.

"Of course and they love to come down to visit Friend and I. Said he's the sweetest thing next to butter pudding".

That checked out. You scanned the sheet for the next question.

"It says here you know both Friend and Keagan at the time of the incident? Can you tell me what happaned"

Aofie seemed to have lost any happiness that she was radiating earlier.

"Uh, aye. See," she cleared her throat, "I guess he thought it would be a funny joke to drive out to the middle of no where, and push me out at midnight no less".

"He, you mean Keagan? Your ex-boyfriend"

"Yes, that's what I said, Kendrick"

Oh my God.

"He and his friends just pushed me out and then drove away laughing", she was sniffing now, tears threatening to fall. You pushed a tissue box towards her, having some wane of sympathy for the young woman.

You knew Keagan had a past but it wasn't fair to bring someone innocent into his chaos. Your interview with Friend earlier in the week, you could understand his anger towards Keagan.

"What happened next, Ms. Aofie?"

She took a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Well, I was just so scared. We'd been drinking and I was just so lost and cold. I wasn't sure what to do, so I called the only person who I knew that was always there for me".

"Friend?"

Her radiant smile returned to her face. "Yup, he came to get me hauling ass on their motorcycle in the rain!", A few tears seemed to have slipped out, but they seemed more to be from happiness than anger, "I've never had anyone outside family care for me so much. Friend even stayed over for the night after rescuing me so I wouldn't feel alone".

You smiled softly, jotting down extra notes that you deemed the tape recorder wouldn't capture. "That's good to hear, it seems you have someone well into your corner".

"Aye! I couldn't ask for someone better".

"Last question". Seriousness grafted back into your words as you sat up in your chair. Eyes boring into Aofie's curios emerald eyes. "My client indicated that the reason he crashed, wasn't because he was drunk-".

She snorted, you raised a brow at the sound, but continued.

"-but because Friend threw his helmet at the driver's side window as he went to pick you up. Did Friend ever tell you this?".

A look of shock planted on Aofie's face, it almost seemed like she was confused at the idea that her friend could even do something as awful as that and ruin someone else's life.

"N-no. They're not like that at all", she gave a look of frustration, "As long as I've known Friend they've been nothing but the best to me even when I deserted them. I've never known them as anything but caring".

You tilted your head. "How do you know that their anger is a side that you've never seen? What if it's all a ploy to keep you closer?".

Aofie slammed her hands on the table before she stood up. "Look here gobshite, I've already taken more than enough abuse from Keagan when it came to Friend. All the wasted years I stayed with that useless drunk, are days I wish I could've spent with Friend and", her fingers ran through her auburn brown curls, seems you hit a nerve, "and I look back and see that Friend has been loving me from beginning to end and I've closed the door on my life with Keagan for good".

Before you could even stop her, Aofie had picked up her purse and left the meeting room, door slammed behind her departure.

You flinched, this wasn't going to end well for your client and his future. Turning back around, you flicked off the tape recorder then picked your cell phone. Fingers swiping the screen to tap on a certain contact.

A few rings then a pick up, "Yea, what? Is she going to have my back?"

Zeus help you in these trying times, you rubbed your eyes before sighing loudly.

"No. Aofie Kelly will not testify to your good character".

You moved the phone away from your ear as Keagan screamed on the other side. Serves this brat right.

[sattlersquarry]

Worse Than Ghosts [Finale] (Steve Harrington x Reader BFU AU)

READ THE PROLOGUE HERE. READ PART ONE HERE. READ PART TWO HERE. READ PART THREE HERE.

Summary: Y/N and the Spirit Search team head to the Creel House to try and stop the demon. They get an assist from a strange girl with superpowers. Y/N faces her biggest fear.

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: Language, talks of death, drowning, and deep water, Vecna's typical bullshit.

HAPPY GHOST FILES WEEK!!!! Thanks for everyone who read along and enjoyed/reblogged/commented on this series. Let me know what you thought and if I should do another AU sometime!

Y/N, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle stood in the Creel House’s front yard for the second time that day. This time, they were prepped for war.

Robin handed out the water pistols filled with Holy Water. Jonathan and Argyle passed around the more traditional weapons—baseball bats studded with nails for Steve and Robin, an ax for Jonathan, a slingshot for Argyle, and a makeshift spear for Y/N. 

“We all clear on the plan?” Steve said, glancing around the group.

“We head up to the attic,” Jonathan said, “where Y/N had her first real vision.”

“Robin uses her weird-ass radio thing to talk to the demon,” Argyle said. 

“It’s a spirit box, not a radio!” Robin corrected with a huff. “It will allow us to hear and hopefully understand the demon, if it tries to communicate with us. Maybe we can learn why it’s doing this.”

“Once we get it talking,” Y/N continued, “I’ll start reading the Bible passage to weaken it, or whatever. If it shows itself in any way—”

“Give that bastard hell,” Steve said, gripping the handle of his bat a bit tighter. “We’re not letting this thing win. Got it?” 

“We got it, dude,” Argyle said. “Y/N, you’re coming home with us safe and sound.”

Waves of anxiety washed over Y/N. Sure, in theory, this was the perfect plan. But what was that saying about “best laid plans”? They always…fall to shit, or something like that. 

“You’re going to be okay,” Steve said, sensing her nerves. He pulled her in for a hug and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

Jonathan and Robin shared a knowing smile. Argyle’s features pulled into a confused squint.

“Huh?” he said. “How long have you two been schmacking booties?”

“I’m going to pretend I don’t know what that means,” Y/N said with narrowed eyes, “and that you didn’t just ask us that when we’re about to fight a demon. Does everyone have their cameras?” 

“Are you sure you want us to wear these?” Robin said. She gestured to the night-vision cameras strapped to their jackets. “This is really personal.”

“This is the proof you’ve been looking for!” Y/N said, incredulous. “Don’t you absolutely want to film it?” 

“Proof doesn’t matter when you’re in danger,” Robin said.  

“That’s insanely kind,” Y/N said, “but we’re called Spirit Search for a reason. We search for spirits, and if we find them, we record them! Even if they’re trying to kill me. If it does kill me, though, don’t let Argyle edit my ‘In Memoriam’ segment.”

“You aren’t going to get killed!” Steve said sharply. Y/N recoiled. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell. I’m just kind of maybe…massively freaking out.”

“We all need to stay calm,” Jonathan said. “We can do this. We study spirits, ghosts, and demons for a living. How hard will it be to kill one?”

Famous last words, Y/N thought. Before any of them could chicken out, she headed up the porch steps and into the demon’s homebase, her friends following close behind. 

Back in the attic, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. 

“It’s here,” she murmured. “I can tell.” 

Jonathan and Steve raised their water pistols. Robin switched on her spirit box and white noise crackled throughout the attic.

“Is anyone there?” Robin called, voice wavering slightly. 

The box started skipping through radio stations. Snippets of popular songs and DJs yammering about radio contests reverberated out of the device. 

“Yo!” Argyle hissed. “Is the demon dude trying to talk to us?!”

“Shhh!” Robin hissed. “I think so!”

The group listened carefully. The only thing Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart pounding.

“Is this the entity targeting Y/N?” Robin said. 

They couldn’t pick out anything over the static. Robin let out a groan of frustration. 

The sound of Steve’s bat clattering to the attic floor startled them. 

Y/N whipped around and let out a frightened shout.

“No!” she shouted. “Steve!” 

Steve stood stock-still, eyes closed and moving back and forth under his eyelids. Blood trickled out of both nostrils and down his chin.  

“The demon jumped into Steve!” Robin cried out.  

“Wake up, Harrington!” Jonathan said, shoving the boy’s shoulder. 

“Brochacho, open your eyes!” Argyle yelled into Steve’s ear. “You’re being possessed, yo!” 

Y/N snatched the spirit box out of Robin’s hands and yelled into it, “Why are you doing this?! Huh?! Answer me!!!”

And then, silence. 

Y/N looked up. She stood alone in the attic, holding a now-defunct spirit box.

“I know this is another one of your goddamn tricks,” Y/N snapped. “Show yourself, you fucking coward!”

“Coward? I am the coward?! Do not make me laugh, Y/N.”

Before her very eyes, the dreaded grandfather clock zapped into existence. The clock face shattered into pieces, and the door to the pendulum swung open. 

This time, water didn’t pour out. A man stepped out of the clock and onto the dusty attic floor.

“Man” wasn’t the right word to describe him. He was a monster. He was tall, with desiccated gray skin. Tentacles grew out of his neck and back. One hand was much larger than the other, with sharp, ugly claws. Every step he took squished. Y/N felt nauseated just looking at him. 

She reached for the Bible and flipped through it with shaking hands, starting to recite the first verse she saw. It was from “Song of Solomon.” Y/N grumbled and flipped ahead for something more intimidating and less lovey-dovey. 

“Do you really think those words will stop me?” the monster said with a dark laugh. “Despite what people say about me, I am not a demon. If anything, I am more like a god myself. A god of my own creation.” 

“Good to know you’re humble,” Y/N spat. She raised her water pistol and leveled it at his chest. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“Do not take it personally,” the monster said. “I needed two weak-willed victims that I could easily manipulate and destroy. It just so happens you and your darling Steven have the right amount of trauma.”

Y/N’s throat constricted. She remembered Steve mentioning having nightmares last night too. She worried about him, stuck in his own head, reliving his own terrible memories. 

“But why?!” she said. “What, do you get some twisted pleasure from killing, or something?”

“Every time I kill,” the monster said, “I gain strength. Soon, I will have enough strength to open The Gate, permanently.” 

The Gate?! Y/N didn’t know what the hell that meant. She just knew she had to stop him before he could kill her or Steve, or any of her other friends.  

She shot him in the eye with the water gun. The water pressure was immensely strong for a child’s toy, causing the monster to stumble back. She then let out a battle cry and charged, her spear pointed at his fleshy, disgusting abdomen. 

Before she could make contact, he threw out a hand. The spear flew out of Y/N’s hands and embedded itself into the wall nearby. She skidded to a stop and scrambled back as he stepped closer. 

“It is over, Y/N,” the monster said. “I will kill Steven. Then, I will kill you. And there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“No!” Y/N screamed. She charged once more, but with a wave of the monster’s hand, Y/N was somewhere else entirely. 

She was back in the ocean, tossed around by the dreaded riptide. 

She screamed for help until her throat was raw. She fought back, but the churning waves offered no respite. They pulled her below, into the depths. 

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“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Argyle yelled. He smacked the unconscious Steve across the face. The latter didn’t react. “WAKE UP BITCHES!”

Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle tried everything to snap Y/N and Steve out of their respective trances, with no luck.

“Why isn’t the Holy Water doing anything?!” Jonathan yelled, splashing it on Y/N’s face.

“I don’t know!” Robin cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks. “They’re going to die!” 

“FUCK!” Argyle screamed. “SHIT! FUUUUUUCK!”

To their relief, Steve gasped and woke up. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. 

“Steve!” Robin said, throwing herself to the ground next to him and wrapping her arms around him for a tight hug. “Holy shit! What happened? What did you see?” 

“My dad,” Steve croaked out. He haphazardly wiped the blood off his lip and chin with his sleeve. “He was screaming at me. Calling me useless, as usual.”

“How did you get out of it?” Jonathan said urgently, eyes flicking back to the still-frozen Y/N.

Steve noticed her still-possessed state and let out a cry of anguish. 

“No!” he yelled. With Robin’s help, he stood on his unsteady feet.

“Steve! How did you wake up?!” Jonathan repeated.

“I don’t know!” Steve said. “This girl showed up!” 

“A girl?!” Argyle said. “Victor Creel’s angel chick?” 

“No,” Steve said. “She was too young for that. A teenager. She snapped me out of Henry’s vision, gave him hell, and sent me back here. I have no fucking clue how.”  

“Henry?” Robin said. Recognition flashed across her features. “You don’t mean—”

“Henry Creel is the killer,” Steve said, eyes wild with fear. “Always has been, even when he was just a little kid. But we don’t have time to talk about this right now!” 

The four of them screamed and shouted for Y/N to wake up. They shot Y/N with the Holy Water (despite its apparent futility). Robin even started speaking in Latin, although the only phrase she knew was “Carpe diem.” 

“Maybe that teen angel will save her?” Argyle said hopefully. 

To their utter horror, Y/N’s feet lifted off the floor until she was levitating in the middle of the attic.

All hell broke loose as the Spirit Search crew lost their shit.

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Back in Y/N’s mind, she tried her hardest to tread water and keep her head above the waves, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Storm clouds rolled overhead, and red lightning cracked in the dark sky. 

“Give up, Y/N,” the monster said, his voice seemingly coming from all sides. “Give in to the waves and let me take your suffering away, once and for all.” 

Y/N let out a cry of frustration. She didn’t want to give up. She couldn’t! But she was getting so, so tired…

Just before she could be fully submerged by the waves, a memory popped into her head: the day she met Robin for the first time, and her ghost-hunting career began. 

Her junior year of college, Y/N transferred to a new school. At the transfer involvement fair, she found a booth for the Paranormal Investigation Society. Robin was the face of the club—and, at that time, the only member.

“Join PIS!” Robin said, handing out flyers to disinterested students. “Yes, I’m aware that we need a new acronym.” 

“I don’t really believe in ghosts,” Y/N admitted, approaching the table. “But I love ghost-hunting shows. Do you watch My Ghost Grandma?” 

“Are you kidding?!” Robin said, face split into a beam. “I love MGG! Last week’s episode had me pissing my pants. Do you really not believe in ghosts after seeing the freaky apparition they captured on video?” 

“I think that was just a lens flare,” Y/N said. 

“Pfft! No way. You’ve got to come on an investigation with me, and I’ll prove to you that ghosts are totally real.”

Y/N took her up on that offer, and the duo spent a chilly night at an abandoned dorm building on their campus. Robin convinced her best friend Steve to come along on another investigation—“For safety,” Robin said, “because although we’re two badass ladies, this is a college town and I don’t trust the frat guys.”

Y/N remembered being a bit smitten with Steve the moment they met—he had kind eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a laugh that seemed to make all her problems melt away. 

Overnight investigations of local haunted spaces became a regular thing for the trio. Robin came up with the idea to make a YouTube show about ghost hunting, inspired by her and Y/N’s love of My Ghost Grandma. Thus, Spirit Search was born, and fellow students Jonathan and Argyle joined the team as crew members. 

Y/N saw flashes of all her favorite moments with her friends: eating pineapple pizza at 4 a.m. after they all got kicked off a haunted battleship. Watching Argyle yodel to catch a ghost’s attention. Late nights editing episodes with Jonathan and listening to him babble about his favorite new song. Giggling as Steve and Robin sang an off-key rendition of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” to distract her after she tripped and sprained her ankle on an investigation. 

She didn’t want to leave her friends behind. She wanted more memories, more time with them. 

When stuck in a riptide, you aren’t supposed to swim against the current or try to swim to shore. You’re supposed to swim along with the current until you can get away from it. 

Y/N didn’t know that as a kid, but she knew now. And that’s what she did: she threw all her energy into swimming parallel to the shore. 

Eventually, she was free of the current and could swim to safety. The storm subsided, and the clouds above her parted, revealing a brilliant blue sky. 

When she arrived on the beach, sopping wet, she was afraid she’d see the monster again. Instead, a teenage girl with a buzzcut waited for her.

“Are you that demon in a different form?” Y/N said cautiously.

The girl scrunched up her nose.

“Demon?” she said. “You mean One?”

“His name is One? Like the number?”

“Or Henry Creel,” the girl said. “He won’t be bothering you anymore. I took care of him.”

“You killed him?” Y/N said, eyes bugging out to the size of saucers. “By yourself? How?! He’s got telepathic powers!” 

“So do I,” the girl said, like it was obvious. “And I didn’t kill him. I sent him to a place where he can’t hurt anyone. For now. My friends and I can handle him if he shows his face again.” 

“Your friends?”

The girl nodded. She held out a hand. Y/N hesitated before shaking it. 

“I’m El. My friends Max, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin are big fans of your show, by the way. Max has a huge crush on Steve the skeptic.”

“I do too,” Y/N admitted with a small smile. “Thank you, El. I still don’t totally understand what happened here, but I think I owe you my life.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” El said. Her eyes twinkled. “But…you could do me a small favor…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity overtaking her.

“What did you have in mind?”

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After she and El made their deal, Y/N woke up in the Creel House attic.

More precisely, she woke up three feet off the ground, and shot to the floor like a bullet, landing on her back. Her friends cried out and crowded around her, Steve rushing to wrap his arms around her and hold her steady. Y/N felt a rush of relief that he was awake again, seemingly unharmed. 

“Are you okay?” Robin asked. 

“Did the teen angel save you?” Argyle said. 

“‘Teen angel’?” Y/N said. “You mean El?”

“She has a name?” Steve said. 

“You saw her too?” Y/N said. She cupped his face in her hands, scanning him for injuries. “Did the Henry guy hurt you—”

“I’m fine,” Steve said with a shaky smile. He ran his hands up and down her arms, a comforting, grounding touch. “I’m so glad you’re okay too. So, so glad.”

“I still don’t understand,” Jonathan said. “So, some kid showed up and defeated Henry Creel? And she woke you up?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said. “She’s got powers. Same as Henry’s, but she’s not evil, I guess? First, I saw the monster, and then I was back in the ocean. I was drowning, and I almost just gave up.” 

Steve held her a little tighter.

“But then I remembered all the great times we’ve had together,” Y/N continued. “I didn’t want to give up. I wanted to fight back. I guess that coupled with El’s powers is what saved me.” 

“Holy shit,” Robin said, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is nuts. Absolutely bonkers! You do realize you were floating in the air, right? For like, five full minutes!” 

“Did you get it on video?” Y/N asked urgently.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” Jonathan said with a laugh of disbelief. “Y/N, I think you think about work too much.” 

“We all deserve a vacation, yo,” Argyle said. “Let’s get the fuck out of Hawkins.”

Jonathan, Robin, and Argyle stood, brushing dust off their clothes and gathering their supplies. Steve helped Y/N to her feet, and she cleared her throat.

“Actually,” she said, “we have one more stop…”

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The next morning, Max Mayfield—leader of the Spirit Search Fan Club at Hawkins High School—paced in front of the arcade. Her fellow club members Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, and El Hopper sat on the curb behind her.  

“They aren’t coming,” Max said bitterly, crossing her arms over her “Rock And Roll, Buckaroo!” novelty t-shirt. 

“They’ll be here,” Mike said. “The producer Y/N said they would. Right, El?”

“Right,” El said. “Y/N promised. And friends don’t lie.”

“She’s technically not our friend,” Lucas pointed out. Max glared at him. “But don’t worry, Max! They’re probably just running late.” 

“They probably overslept,” Dustin added. “After facing off with One, they need all the rest they can get.” 

“If they don’t come,” Max said, “I’m never watching the show again.” 

“Oh, come on,” Dustin said. “I know you can’t tear your eyes away from Steve and his ‘dreamy eyes.’” 

He, Mike, and El snickered. Max blushed. Lucas rolled his eyes.

“You know my eyes are dreamier,” Lucas said, batting his eyelashes at his girlfriend. “Way dreamier.”

“That’s presumptuous of you,” Max said. But she couldn’t resist smiling back at him. “And maybe, possibly true.” 

A yellow van peeled into the parking lot.

“That’s them!” El said, hopping to her feet. The boys followed suit.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” Max said. Her eyes sparkled. “They actually came!” 

The van doors slid open. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Argyle, and Y/N clamored out.

“Who’s ready to search for spirits?!” Robin said, using her well-known catchphrase.  

The teens cheered.

“Who’s ready to buy some merchandise?!” Argyle said, holding up his backpack of t-shirts.

Y/N grabbed the bag and corrected: “Who’s ready for some free merchandise, since you saved our lives?” 

The teens cheered again, crowding around the group. 

“I’m Max Mayfield,” Max said, aggressively shaking hands with each of the team members. “President of our school’s Spirit Search fan club. It’s an honor to meet you!” 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Steve said, with a kind smile. Max, suddenly bashful, looked at her shoes. 

“I’m Mike,” Mike cut in. “Vice-President of the club. You interviewed my annoying sister Nancy for the show. This is Lucas and this is Dustin. And you know El, at least partially.” 

“It’s great to see you in the real world, El,” Y/N said. 

“Thank you for coming,” El said. 

“Are you kidding?” Robin said. She slung her arms around Steve and Y/N. “It’s the least we could do after you saved these dinguses!”

“So,” Jonathan said, “is fighting interdimensional demons a common thing for you guys, or…”

“Unfortunately,” Lucas said, “yes. It’s become an annual thing.”  

“Technically,” Mike corrected, “he’s not a demon, or a ghost.” 

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max said solemnly. Y/N and Steve shared an uneasy look. 

“But El’s a total badass,” Dustin said, lifting the spirits of the group. “One will think twice before he tries anything again.” 

The Spirit Search team handed out t-shirts with the show’s logo on them and signed some of Max’s ghost-hunting equipment. Dustin procured a selfie stick he’d fashioned out of an old curtain rod and they took a group photo. 

They spent another forty-five minutes talking about their show and listening to the teens’ own experiences with the supernatural. 

“This has been fun,” Y/N said, “but we’ve got to head to the airport. Thank you, again, for stopping Henry and saving us.” 

“If you ever find yourselves back in Hawkins,” Lucas said, “come find us!” 

The Spirit Search gang bid the teens goodbye and headed off, back to sunny Southern California.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure, Steve.” 

A week later, Y/N stood on a sandy beach in Santa Monica, watching the choppy blue waves. After their experience with Henry, she knew the only way to get over her fear was to face it—in real life, not just in her head. 

Steve stood by her side, in a pair of ridiculous neon-green swim trunks. After a few more minutes of Y/N intensely staring at the ocean, he cleared his throat.

“If you’re not up for it,” he said gently, “we can just hang on the pier instead—”

“No! I’m swimming!”

Before fear could hold her back any longer, Y/N kicked off her sandals and ran full speed at the water.

“Whoa, whoa!” Steve called, racing after her. “Wait up!” 

“Woohoo!” Robin shouted, from a little up the beach where she built a sandcastle with Argyle, Jonathan, and Jonathan's brother Will. “Go, Y/N!” 

Y/N didn’t hesitate, not even when sharp seashells poked the bottoms of her feet. Not even when cold waves smacked her, hitting her up to her chest.

She took a deep breath and dove under. 

She felt the same weightlessness she’d felt the day she almost drowned. This time, though, she didn’t feel powerless. There was a sense of peace as she swam under the water, feeling lighter than air. 

She resurfaced just as Steve swam out next to her. 

“You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand out to rest on the small of her back.

“I feel…amazing!” Y/N said. She squealed and threw her arms around Steve’s neck. He laughed and hugged her back.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Hell, you’re fast. Like, Katie Ledecky fast. Maybe it’s not too late for you to become an Olympic—”

Before he could finish, Y/N pressed her lips against his. He tasted like salt water and coconut sunscreen and hope. 

“That’s the second time you’ve kissed me to shut me up,” Steve murmured, his nose lightly brushing hers. “Are you trying to tell me that I talk too much?”

“Yes,” Y/N said. And she kissed him again, and again, and again as the water lapped around their shoulders.

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Tags (I’m also tagging some mutuals & others that have expressed interest in this series! Thank you so much for your comments and reblogs!): @thehauntingof-nancywheeler @mxltifxnd0m @lilysnotes @writtenfromhawkins @stevebabey @spideystevie @musicmoviestv @wutheringplights

A/N: And that's it, the end of this series! I had a lot of fun with it. STREAM GHOST FILES ON 9/23/22!!!

[wandasobsession]

It ends with me

summary: 838 wanda but make it apocalyptic.

pairings: 838!(SW)!wanda x reader

Natasha x reader (platonic)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI angst, gore, very descriptive violence, a lottttt of angst.

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side note this is my very first fic im posting on here, i hope you enjoy and would love some feedback

happy reading!

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“hey what’d you find?” I asked Kate as she walked through the gates of our camp.

she gave me a sideways smirk and dropped her bag on the ground and pulled out a hefty looking box.

“take a look for yourself sling shot,” I scowled at the nickname but grabbed the opened box to look at the contents inside.

I gasped at her findings from the short run she went on, i really didn’t think she had it in her. Somehow in the midst of an apocalyptic world she was able to find gun powder, bullet shavings, a book, a snickers bar, and the prized possession i thought she’d never find an unused sketch book with a pencil and a blue ball point pen.

“holy shit,” i looked up at Kate in disbelief, “you actually did it,” I took the sketchbook and the snickers bar to myself before handing back the box.

“i guess this means i owe you now huh?”

Kate gave me a superstitious grin and i knew that i was screwed.

———

“You’re joking right?” I asked in disbelief, no way she was making me do this.

“Nope, a bet is a bet sling shot.” Gosh she really does know how to get under my skin. I hate it.

“Dude seriously, please retire that nickname.” I grumbled as I watched Wanda pack up for a supply run. She makes everything look so good.

“Well y/n, you know what you gotta do,” Kate looked so smug as she said that, we both took a moment and focused on Wanda as she kept going back and forth from inside her tent. Kate saw my hesitation and placed an awkward hand on my shoulder,

“Think of it like a favor,” she started, “me, your awesome and only best friend emphasis on the only; helping you a hopeless romantic get close to the love of your life,” she sighed dramatically, as if we were in some fairytale.

I shrugged off her hand in distaste as my eyes landed back on Wanda’s oh-so-perfect form.

“Yes, maybe like a conversation or something… not steal something from her back pocket!” I looked back at Kate in despair, “that’s like groping her ass!”

Kate only laughed and pushed me forward, causing me to quite literally stumble on my ass. Fuck me.

I felt heat rise up to my cheeks as I stumbled up and dusted the dirt off my jeans. I nodded to myself and walked towards Wanda who had her back to me. I felt like a pervert staring at her ass but, she had what I needed there and I’m not just talking about the knife.

I slowly went to reach forward for the knife in the forbidden place, as I was getting closer and closer my hands started to itch uncomfortably and I know for a fact I had sweat stains, how embarrassing.

“I wouldn’t do that y/n.” Came her stern voice, i choked on my spit as she turned around and I quickly recoiled my hands to the inside of my pockets.

“I wasn’t doing anything?” I cursed at the nervousness in my voice, I cleared my throat and placed my hand on the back of my neck,“ I actually came here because I-I was wondering how you get your hair to look so soft?” I panicked okay, you would too if she was looking at you straight into your soul.

“Mhm,” Wanda gave me a weird look, shaking her head as she walked away. Great, my first interaction with her and it went so awkward. Curse you Kate.

—

“Nat I’m pretty sure she hates me,” you protested as you followed Natasha around the camp, “Cant you just place me with Yelena or Peter… even Kate?”

“Absolutely not,” Natasha turned around and gave you a cold stare,“ especially after last time, you’re going with Wanda and that’s final.”

You went to fight her back on it but one eyebrow lift had you submitting under her gaze in no time. You sighed as you went back inside your tent and collecting your supply run bag. This supply run was routine by now, go out beyond the camp gates and find supplies. Right now, ammo was low on inventory so that would be your main priority as well as food.

“So how’d it go?” Yelena asked as she walked alongside you towards the gates.

“She said no,” you sighed,“ and then she mentioned something about last time?” you pursed your lips and looked at yelena.

“your sister is being a bit dramatic Belova,” Yelena only rolled her eyes and walked towards the other group of runners, their main task was to scope out gasoline and working cars for camp.

everyday more and more of the infected were waltzing into our camp, it’s been going on for more than a few months now and usually we wouldn’t mind, there’s always someone on watch who’s stealth with their weapon to get rid of them; it’s just the fact that the infected rolling in all had one thing in common, a signature of an “T” marked on their forehead. We don’t know what it means or who could be purposely guiding them to us, but we’re getting ready if anything does occur.

“Everyone know what they’re supposed to do,” Nat stated as she looked around the groups, something was off…she seemed more on edge than ever, what does she know that we don’t?

“48 hours, not an hour less or an hour more.” With a final nod nat grabbed her two hand guns and started the walk outside of the gates.

-

There was an awkward silence between you and Wanda, every time you tried to start a conversation with her she shut you down. It went on like that for the first two hours of the journey towards the city.

“Soo, what did you used to do before ya know,” you made a fake explosion with your hand gestures demonstrating the end of the world.

“I was an international business lawyer,” she stated, you had more questions, the silence was killing you but Wanda seemed disinterested in starting any sort of conversation with you. With a big sigh you walked behind her counting the cracks in the street.

This could’ve been much more entertaining if you’d gone with your usual crew, for some reason Nat assigned you to be with Wanda. You could tell that Wanda doesn’t really play well with others. She’s always so reserved and usually never talks unless she’s spoken to. Despite never having an established conversation with the older woman, something always drew you to her.

“Shit,” You heard, you weren’t paying attention to how close you were to Wanda so when she abruptly stopped in her tracks you smacked right onto her back, causing her to lose her balance and stumble a bit forward attracting the small herd of the infected. embarrassed you muttered a small apology and drew out your gun.

Wanda’s delicate hands pushed your hands down and shook her head,“that’ll only attract more,” she reached behind you causing your breath to hitch at the close proximity of her.

“Use this instead,” she continued and handed you the stick with a makeshift blade tied to the end of it.

You flinched as she drew the word behind you, at first you were confused but upon hearing the squelching sounds of brain matter coming into contact the sword and feeling the blood splatter over the right side of your body you understood, there was no time to react as another one of the infected tried to pounce on Wanda next. With all your might you drove the stick through it’s eye socket and pulling out bits of brain matter out with your stick.

You and Wanda managed to kill about 7 of the infected creatures giving you guys the advantage of escaping while another herd this time 10x bigger was making way across to you guys.

As you guys were running you didn’t see the empty can i’m the ground causing you to fall full force into the ground, smacking your face on the cement in the process. The adrenaline coursing through you didn’t allow you to process the extent of the injury and you kept pace with Wanda.

By the time you guys made it to another empty town it was getting to be night fall and the pain of your injury came back causing you to get dizzy and lose your balance a bit.

“You okay y/n?” You could hear the concern in Wanda’s voice, had it been any other situation you would’ve been touched, you were too blinded by the pain to notice how she looked at you.

“Y-Yeah, i’ll uh…” you trailed off as you sat on the ground with a huff, “Im fine, I just need to sleep it off for a bit,” your eyes were almost closing and you felt your body start to relax until a loud slap was heard in the empty building you were in.

You looked up at Wanda startled,“Cant have you falling asleep, you’re on first watch.” Despite her cold tone, you could tell she was concerned for you and didn’t want you to succumb to your injuries.

“Yeah sure.” you weakly stated.

You watched Wanda go and scope out the building to make sure you guys were in fact alone, this would be where you’d camp out for the night. With struggling hands you removed the bag off your shoulders and placed it in front of you. Rummaging through your bag you found a cloth and held it up to your nose to stop the bleeding.

Tilting your head back you felt light headed as all the blood rushed to the back to your brain.

“You okay over there y/n?” You sat up a little bit and looked towards Wanda,“ I think we may have found the jackpot for tonight”

“do you mind?” You couldn’t think, currently wanda positioned herself in between your legs, you were confused at first until you noticed she’d manage to find a first aid kit. You didn’t let the disappointment get to you and shook your head, with delicate cold hands Wanda began to patch up your wound.

“The good news is that your nose isn’t broken, good news you’re gonna have a sick scar once it fully heals up,” chuckled Wanda, that was the first time you’d seen her smile in the time that she’s joined your crew.

“You have a beautiful smile,” You didn’t realize what you had said until Wanda’s face changed back to the stoic look she carries all the time. You wondered what her story was, why was she the way that she was? And you really wanted to kiss her as she was still close to you; maybe closer than before she was patching up your wound. From the close proximity you could feel the heat radiating off her body, you were grateful because you were shivering. You swore you guys were inching closer to each other like a pair of magnets.

You felt the ghost of her lips, you were so close…

“How’s your head?” She asked, you blinked dumbly.. we’re you reading too much into things? Is it all in your head? You swore that..no you’re sure that you almost kissed.

“Yeah it’s fine,” You replied after a brief pause.

———

You groaned as you felt someone shaking you awake,“….hurry…..y/n!…..wak—” you were hearing a distorted sound and your eyes were too heavy. A few long blinks later and you seen Wanda hold a panicked look in her face.

“W-What’s going on?” your voice was hoarse which confused you even more.

“We’re being ambushed,” Wanda stated and you watched as she quickly reloaded her shotgun,“how much ammo do you have?”

“What?” you dumbly stated, your head was pounding, you felt the pain as soon as you stood up.

“God damn it y/n!” she whispered in frustration,“how much ammo do you have?!”

You didn’t have time to answer her as someone rushed up behind Wanda and struck her on the back, you watched as she fell with a hard thud on the ground, you noticed the attacker was a scavenger. How had they found you guys?

You barley dodged the bullet as he began shooting rounds freely, he looked ridiculous in your eyes. In one swift moment Wanda swung the butcher knife into the chubby neck of the attacker. Blood splattered all over Wanda, drenching her in their enemies blood.

-

You don’t remember where it all went wrong, you were side by side with Wanda fighting to defeat the enemies and the next you were on the ground gasping for air.

-

Wanda was on the other side of the building fighting off the remaining scavengers that kept coming in, you guys had decided that it’d be best to split up to cover more ground as you were surrounded around this abandoned warehouse. Wanda looked across the room to look out for you and was confused when she could no longer spot you.

The scavenger took advantage now that Wanda was distracted and got ready to try and take her down. I’m the last second Wands turned back around and stopped the strike mid air, she managed to fling the weapon away from the enemy and then proceeded to decapitate him; she watched in satisfaction as his head rolled to the side of a canister spurting blood as it went.

After Wanda finished off the remaining of the scavengers she decided to look out for you. She would never admit this out loud but she’s enjoyed her time with you, it has been a long time since anyone got her to smile.

Her heart started beating faster and faster as she neared the spot that she left you last, breath catching in her throat as the spot you once stood in left bloodied and abandoned. She drew that gun in front of her and looking on guard for you, surely you couldn’t have gone too far.

Wanda felt chills down her spine as she felt the tip of the cold gun in the nape of her neck.

“Put your gun down… slowly,” the rough voice stated, Wanda obliged and carefully placed the gun down, before she was even fully standing the guy pushed her forward forcing her to walk.

“Boss! I found the other one,” exclaimed the man roughly guiding Wanda outside the warehouse. Wanda’s breath hitched as she noticed you on your knees in front of the tall impious man.

“What do you want from us?” Asserted Wanda, she was in no mood for games.

“Wanda? Darling don’t you remember me?” At the menacing tone Wanda tilted her head in a glare.

“Ooo I’m so scared,” mocked the nefarious man,“ I told you I would be back, did I not?”

“I already gave you everything, we agreed to just leave one another alone.” stated wanda as she dryly swallowed,“ We owe nothing to each other,”

“While that may be true, someone has got to pay for what Pietro did,” exclaimed the mysterious man,“ and since Pietro is no where to be found, I had to come get the next Maximoff.”

While this whole exchange was occurring around you; you noticed two guards posted to the left of the “boss” and one hiding out at a convenience store with a sniper ready to go. You knew one of you wasn’t gonna get out of here alive, like hell were you gonna let Wanda die.

“I don’t speak for my brother anymore,” Muttered Wanda,“ He’s made his decision so I no longer speak for his actions, if you come here for revenge to what he did you’ve gotta strike harder than getting at me,”

You and Wanda made a brief eye contact and it was like you were both speaking the same language, while Wanda was going back and forth with the man you slowly rubbed your tied up hands together to loosen the rope around your wrists. Once you were able to successfully free your hands of the makeshift restraint you reached to the back of your pocket and pulled out a switch blade, here goes nothing.

You nodded towards Wanda and stealthily made your way towards one of the guards and attacked from behind, stabbing the switchblade into his jugular and watching as blood immediately started to splurge out, the guard made ugly noises as he hit the ground. Everything around you erupted into chaos, you were running to make you way next to Wanda but you felt a force pushing you back causing you to crash hard against a vehicle. Immediately all the wind was knocked out of your lungs and you were making raspy inhaling noises trying to get more oxygen into your lungs. With shaky hands you raised them up to your eye sight and noticed thick red blood round your thumb and pointer finger.

Once all the enemies were no longer a problem Wanda ran towards you, her heart shattered at what she saw…

There you were leaning against a car in a pool of your own blood and your body barley showing any sign of life.

You felt warm hands caress your cheeks causing you to look up with hooded eyes coming into contact with the prettiest color of green you’ve ever seen.

“I-I tried wanda..” you weakly muttered,“I’m sorry, I was going to help you and now you’re hurt because of me.” Gulf washed over you as you took in all of wanda’s open wounds.

“Shh don’t worry about me okay?” Wanda sat down and pulled you closer to her, you were grateful for the close prospect because you began to shiver,“We’re gonna get you out here okay? I just need you to stay awake for me.”

You knew you didn’t have much time left, you could no longer hear Wanda ramble for you to be okay, you only focused on her beauty and smiled. If it was your time to go, you were glad you were spending your last moments with the woman that you love, even if it may not be reciprocated. Just being with her was enough for you.

With your last breath left you gave her a request. Your last dying wish.

“Kiss me,”

[blackjackkent]

So the battle against Anders is off to a good start.

Holy shit. Paladins, man. O.O

But we got them in the end. A pitched battle, full of blood and rage - and at the head of it, Karlach, maul swinging, full of the desperate fury of a trapped animal.

As the last of them falls, she comes to a halt over Anders' body and stares down at him, shoulders heaving, the maul fallen to her side, loosely gripped in one hand.

Cautiously, Hector approaches - the heat that always exudes from her is intense now, pulling the skin on his cheeks and forehead.

And he realizes she is crying, her breath turning into shuddering, shaky sobs, the tears sizzling on her cheeks and evaporating into the shimmering air.

"Fuck them," she gasps out. "Fuck Zariel. I won't go back. I'm *never* going back!" She rounds towards Hector, eyes wide and frantic. "And if any of mummy's little friends want to pick up where the others left off...they'll find nothing but a pile of ash!"

Her voice rises to a yelp of fury and fear. The heat grows even more intense. He raises a hand, reaches out cautiously towards her, feeling rather as he did trying to calm the owlbear, maddened with pain, in that cave out on the roads. "Zariel won't get near you again," he says softly, trying to soothe her agitation, to bring her out of the bloodrage that the battle drove her into. "We'll make sure of that."

She nods vaguely; it's clear she's only half-listening, caught up in her own whirl of thoughts. A slightly crazed smile touches her lips.

"That's right," she answers, her breath coming in shaky hiccups now, the bright glow in her chest pulsing erratically. "She won't. She can't. She couldn't even lay a finger...ahahaha...ahahahahAHAHA!"

The laughter is touched with hysteria, and he can hear under it all the grief from the wounds Anders' words opened in her before she killed him.

She whirls away, slams her maul into a nearby crate, smashing it into pieces, and fire bursts around her lighting into the shattered wood. Gale yelps as a bit of the flame catches the edge of his robes and surges over his arms.

Karlach hardly notices. She is in a frenzy now, all the bottled up tension finding a release valve in destroying every crate, barrel, and box in the place. With every step, she leaves a trail of ash and flame. The heat in the place is tremendous; Hector squeezes his eyes shut against it.

And then...as quick as the storm came, it's over. Karlach comes to a halt, and the flames and heat around her begin to fade, and she sags as all the rage goes out of her, leaving only the grief and the exhaustion.

She sinks down to her knees on the stone floor, staring down at the maul in her hands. "That ought to do it..." she mutters shakily.

Cautiously Hector approaches her again, kneels at her side. The heat is down to a manageable level, like sitting close to the fire at camp. Flame dances along her skin, but the rhythm of the glow in her chest has steadied.

"Felt good letting off a little steam after facing off with this ignots," she mutters. A pause, then she looks around, noticing the patches of still-burning ash, and Gale looking somewhat miffed as he pats out the singed edges of his robes. "Granted," she adds somewhat sheepishly. "The fire lasted a little longer than it should."

He has a thousand questions he wants to ask, but none of them seem appropriate for this moment. "How could you withstand the heat?" he finally asks softly. Even now it seems as if she should be falling to ash before him...

She thumps a hand against her chest, and the sound has a slightly metallic ring under her skin.

"Hear that?" she says matter-of-factly. "Infernal engine for a heart. Lets me burn as hot as the Hells." She frowns, glancing down at the glow still pulsing, silhouetting her ribcage. "Seems to be running in overdrive since I left Avernus." Then, indomitable, another grin peeks through, and she shakes her head. "Won't be seeing my mechanic any time soon, so I'll just make the most of the extra heat. Just..." She hesitates, and her eyes flick to the burned place on his arm where she grabbed him briefly during Wyll's torture. "Don't get too close, 'til I've found a way to calm it down."

Hector stares at her. This...certainly answers some questions he had, but it does so by opening up a whole new set. "How...the hells did you get an infernal engine for a heart?" he asks, somewhat faintly.

She closes her eyes and puffs out a heavy breath. "High pain tolerance," she says bitterly. "And a dynamic duo of truly shitty bosses. But..." She trails off, smiles at him again, but he can see the effort behind the switch this time. "It's a bit early in the game to be getting into tragic backstories. Let's save the scar-show for later, after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy."

To be honest, it seems pretty salient to Hector right now, but he doesn't push her. After the show she just put on, giving her some space seems like the right call.

"Meanwhile, I'll need to find someone who can tune up my engine sooner rather than later. Believe me when I say this thing is *hot*."

Hector can't believe how matter-of-factly she speaks of it. If it is even a tenth as hot within her chest as it feels in the open air around her, how is she not constantly howling with agony? He can't help a wave of admiration - and sympathy - for the level of self-control and stoicism that must be going into her every waking moment. He isn't at all sure how to articulate it to her, but perhaps the respect shows in his eyes.

"The first time I faced down those paladins," she goes on thoughtfully, "they let slip there was an infernal mechanic in the area. A tiefling. He might be able to stabilize things - if I can find him."

Hector glances at Gale and Shadowheart, sees them both key in on this as well. They too have registered the misery the thing must be causing her - and this seems like a possible lead to helping her with it. It is, perhaps, indicative of how much Karlach's good humor has already impressed itself upon them that the idea of not devoting time to this doesn't even seem to occur.

"There are some tieflings holed up in a druid's grove nearby," Hector points out. "We might look there."

The flash of gratitude and eagerness that leaps onto Karlach's face at this news feels like repayment for all the trials of the past hour. "Sounds like a good lead. Hopefully, our guy will be among them. A tune-up would do this old tub a world of good."

[mirika]

A bit late, but in November 2023 I went to Dutch Comic Con's winter edition and holy shit what a trip.

I will just summarize the whole weekend... I fucking met Elijah Wood. Holy fucking shit. Just writing this already brings me to tears.

On the first day I was dressed with mostly hobbity vibes, no real cosplay... and then on the second day as Mimi from Digimon again.

I never actually got to properly talk to anyone about my Comic Con experience, because my computer broke a little while after and it destroyed me emotionally and financially. Does not take away how special this weekend was for me though.

All weekend the Starbucks wrote my name wrong, except for one time when I went to a different one. I've been Min, Milou, Niemke...

Day one. CHAOS ENSUED. I left super early to make sure I was on-time. The schedule was clear: visit the Q&A, go straight to the hella expensive photobooth, and then finally go shopping.

And so I did! I could do a little bit of shipping in the artist alley in advance, his Q&A started at 11 am and I entered at 10 am (opening time). It was actually weird to be at opening time as I never am. The Q&A was very fun, but sadly I forgot a lot of details since my memory is awfully poor and I did not take notes, and on top of that I had to leave midway to go to the photo booth because Comic Con loves putting photo sessions right after Q&As.

Literally missed half of it to queue in advance. I did meet a very lovely lady in the queue though, dressed as Arwen, she was a teacher in science or something like that. We chatted a lot and we are mutuals on Instagram now. Absolutely adored her. The photo turned out HELLA awkward and I never have the courage to ask for a re-shot despite paying BIG money to get a photo taken, I really hate myself for this, but if I imagine my arm away it's okay.

I also hate how I insisted on wearing this flower crown when I should have known the background was going to be blue. Do I look nervous?I was!

After that I went on with my shopping. And look... THE RETURN OF THE ONIGIRI STAND! Fucking love these rice balls.

Glorious rice balls filled with tuna, with a small wrapping of dried seaweed... yum yum!

I also will showcase of course the merchandise I purchased.

A Digimon TCG gift box with a special Angewomon token, another bottle of mead like this time... again, they did not have cherry cinnamon, so this time my copium was pear cinnamon. A mini Kazuha bodypillow cuz I thought it was funny and they used his NORMAL art, not some weird spicy stuff... a bunch of buttons (the bottom left is a gift for a friend, the others are my new favourite Genshin Impact character, Lyney), a bag that has Lyney's constellation on it WHICH GLOWS IN THE DARK, two key chains also related to Lyney.

And because I still felt a little frustrated about my photo with Elijah, I could not resist buying a selfie with him as well. Also super expensive, and a bit awkward as he stayed on his side of the table, but... I love the photo so much.

I told him... gosh I am sOBBING. I told him I wanted to come as Wilfred (which btw, on day 2 I actually found a Wilfred cosplay, IT WAS SO COOL and he told me I was the ONLY one who recognized him).

So I told Elijah I wanted to go as Wilfred instead, but alas... and you know what he told me????

"Well, you look beautiful."

I'm..................... in tears. I can't believe how someone who is technically a stranger can impact me so much. I am actually proper crying just writing about this now. Elijah fucking Wood said I look beautiful. Let's... let's move to day two.

Day two. So on this day I was again making my way to Elijah Wood's Q&A again at 11 am, and this time I took notes! Which is great as someone with potential aphantasia.

Some notes are...

We touched upon the subject of Daniel Radcliffe and him being a bit of a meme, so he told another story on it. He was in an elevator with someone and he could see this person was building up the courage to say something. He was thinking really hard, and when the elevator opened, he yelled "Harry Potter!" to which Elijah Wood REALLY comedically replied "NO!" and it was SO funny the way he landed his story.

He also mentioned that usually when he is misunderstood for another actor, he kinda lets it slip. He does not want to break their dream. He will only say it if they specifically ask him "are you [name]?" but otherwise he goes with the flow. This has also caused him trouble though, lol.

He ended up deep in conversation with an older woman, I think in a shop. She would be like "hey I saw you on a talk show yesterday" and Elijah was basically thinking: "I was not on one yesterday, but reruns happen all the time, it must've been that" so he went on with it. However, the more she continued, the more he realized it was not actually about him, as the woman went on about how she could relate about his feelings on thanksgiving as a vegan. That is when Elijah realized that it was not about him, it was about Tobey Maguire. He was already in so deep though, he just kind-of laughed it off and hoped the conversation would just end as soon as possible. He did not want to ruin this woman's day of course, but luckily she did end the conversation soon after that, he was so relieved. He just thought it was unique he was mistaken for Tobey Maguire in this instance.

Also very important, he said STROOPwafel correctly, he said the double o in the Dutch way instead of the butchered English way. Bless him.

He also talked so much about his experience with Jim Carrey, loved hearing him talk about him. Basically confirmed Jim is a cool and funny dude.

AND OF COURSE! A fan in the audience: "I have a question. It is very important and can be career changing. [pause]. Will you wear wigs?" - EVERYONE fucking died at the spot. The way it was landed. Fucking fantastic. Bless than fan for bringing it up. It led to Elijah telling about that his wife had not seen this "interview" until recently. He went like "...babe..." in such a tone, it was fantastic.

Brainpower was his Q&A interviewer, he is really talented, love that he also brings up less popular roles. He brought many GOOD questions and notes, a lot about his acting career, but I did not take many notes on it, but we did get a fun fact about what could have been in Dirk Gently season 3. There was going to be an invisible entity that would've basically been there the whole time and there would have been interesting quarrels between Todd and his sister. Man...

Overall... Elijah Wood was a very pleasant man to listen to. He is very calm, he has a sincere kindness to him that I cannot explain. You can tell he has been in the acting business for so long, been doing Comic Con gigs for so long, he was radiating. His eyes just expressed so much friendliness. Comfort. It is odd to describe, and actually kind-of funny considering how much of a horror fan he is, that he is suck a kind and comforting person.

[breathes]

Alright. That was the Q&A. What I noticed during the Q&A was that he had a different look about him though; he had shaved. This triggered my FOMO and purchased ANOTHER expensive photo with the man.

In this photo I am about to post... you may not see it... is a very happy woman. In the queue I was building up an incredible amount of courage; I would regret it if I did not try it... I... I went in to ask for a hug.

"Can I ask a question?" ("yeah") "You can say no, but can I have a hobbit hug?" (not exact quotes, a rough memory of how it went)

And... I actually got to hug Elijah Wood. ;_; I got to receive the realest of hobbit hugs. I was too nervous to properly live in the moment, but it was a blessing. I am proud that I asked, that I had the courage, I would have really regretted it if I did not, and I'm just - ;_;

The photo was after the hug though.

And gosh look at his face, he looks so precious and happy. I did take off my hat from the cosplay to take the photo as you can see. I'm so happy I took the opportunity and took another photo, that I dared ask him for that hug, and I am grateful for his kindness.

That is enough about him... I have more merch to show.

This is a BEAUTIFUL postcard I bought for my bestie Jamaine. It is an astral-looking cat, and I thought it was perfect for her.

I also took a photo of merch I really wanted, but could not afford anymore.

The image does not do it justice though, it was printed on metal and the shimmer made it GORGEOUS. There was also one with Mew and Mewtwo where it looked gorgeous because of the moon shimmering.

But lastly merch that I DID buy, including another gift for friends.

On the left a bath bomb shaped like a d20 with an actual dice set inside. Next to that three buttons, one of Lyney, two D&D buttons (bard/warlock) and a gift button in the glowing bag that made me laugh. The plush on the right was a gift for my bestie Jamaine because it reminded me of her cat, they both look like actual void. The nerds candy string was actually a gift from an old friend from college, she worked at an American & Japanese candy stand.

I also took a bath today with this bath bomb, so it was destiny I would make my Comic Con post today. These were the dice inside:

I love them! I was so excited when I saw them haha. These are now my cleanest dice ever, HAHA!

I also wanted to quickly post this last pic of me meeting my internet-friend June. We had never met IRL yet and I have no idea who she is cosplaying, but still!

I was not entirely prepared for the photo haha, I am still wearing my bag, holding my phone etc... but it is what it is hahaha.

I also had onigiri again, and they finally wrote my name right in the other Starbucks than the last three times I went (I spent a lot of money on these toffee nut lattes).

I went for Mimi because of my cosplay instead of Miri, and besides spelling it right, THEY EVEN ADDED A SMILEY. Bless 'em.

So yeah, that is a summary of possibly the best weekend of my life.

Elijah Wood... thank you SO much... for just being you. Being awesome. Reliving this by writing about it is bringing me so much joy.

— WDCC - 2023 - hobbit vibes / Mimi cosplay DCC - 2023 - no real cosplay WDCC - 2022 - scuffed Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC - 2022 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / scuffed Ellie (The Last of Us) RCC 2020 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) WDCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2019 - no report, little happened

DCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) ACC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) RCC 2018 - Mimi (Digimon) WDCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) RCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2016 - Hook (Once Upon A Time) DCC 2016 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2015 - Sunday - Hobbit (Lord of the Rings) DCC 2015 - Saturday - Ellie (The Last of Us)

[kissmejusttokissme]

hello it is late and I don’t have my laptop handy so here is the my notes app (read very much not edited) opening for a potential Steddie JATP au:

“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Steve asks as Dustin puts yet another heavy cardboard box onto the pile that is quickly growing in his hands. It’s been a while since he’s been to the gym, what with life being a total fucking nightmare, and if Dustin doesn’t start being more reasonable in his expectations, then they’re going to have more to do than move a few boxes. 

Dustin glares at Steve from over the top of another two boxes. “Mom said if we clear this place out, we can use for whatever we want. So, I’m going to turn it into the perfect D&D lair.” He points to a pile of boxes by the door. “Those boxes can go in the goodwill pile.”

Steve puts his pile of boxes down by the door, surveying every other box that he’s no doubt expected to load into his car and drive to goodwill at some point this afternoon, before turning back to Dustin. “OK, better question, why am I doing this.”

“Because you told my mom that you didn’t mind helping out around the house.” Dustin says, matter of fact. “And since I live in the house, helping me out is basically the same thing.”

“Right,” Steve puts his hands on his hips and hopes that he looks, at the very least, disappointed. “And your friends aren’t here helping because?”

Steve is sure that if Dustin’s friends were around, it would only make things worse. They might not have the perfect system going on, but they’re getting the work done. Adding the other kids into the mix is like asking for everyone to start goofing around. But Steve is nothing if he isn’t a stickler for a point. Plus, he needs a break before Dustin starts loading his arms with boxes again. 

“Like I told you before,” Dustin huffs. “Mike and Will are at the movies and Lucas is at practice. They’re coming over later.” He opens another box and his face lights up. “Finally!” He says. “Something cool.”

A couple of summers ago, Ms Henderson had gone through a storage locker auction phase. She spent hours in the different storage places around Hawkins bidding on the stuff people had either forgotten about or actively wanted to get rid of. Nothing exciting ever came out of it, and at the end of the summer she just ended up loading all the boxes into their empty garage and left them. Dustin’s -and Steve’s, apparently- job is to sort through those boxes and decide what is worth keeping and what needs to be thrown out.

Steve hasn’t looked through any of the boxes, except for the few times Dustin has beckoned him over to explain why it’s a cool thing that they’ve found first edition D&D manuals or the true value of a video game from over a decade ago. 

He reasons with himself that it’s not like he has anything better to do. Robin has the late shift and, as sad as it is to say, Dustin is his only other friend. Like it or not, moving dusty old boxes is his best option.

“Holy shit,” Dustin laughs. “This is like someone’s whole life.” 

He pulls out some vinyls with names that Steve vaguely recognises, and a vest covered in pins and patches. There are notebooks too, cheap and battered, and across the room Steve can see chicken scrawl across the pages in every conceivable direction. A photo album full of Polaroids, an old metal lunch box, a black and white handkerchief. Dustin flips through the photo album, and It all feels a bit much for Steve. Surely someone wants all this stuff. Like, this isn’t Tupperware or ceramic ducks. This is a snapshot of someone’s life. It feels like it should be private’s like he’s snooping on someone just by seeing it all.

“Wait a minute,” Dustin jumps up, still holding the photo album as he runs past Steve through the door and towards the house. He shouts a quick explanation over his shoulder, but Steve doesn’t catch the bulk of it. Something about recognising something. But why he has to go to the house for it instead of just looking it up on his phone, Steve has no idea.

He pushes down the more prominent feeling of intrusion and makes his way over to the box. Dustin has left most of the stuff scattered and Steve just knows that it’s going to get wrecked if it’s left on the floor, so he starts packing it away. The vinyls first, nestled safely underneath the denim jacket, and then the notebooks that Steve doesn’t dare open. He’s never been a journal guy, but he knows that he’s said enough stupid shit that he wouldn’t want people to remember, and isn’t that the same thing? He finds a pin in the fabric of the bandana, homemade where the others have been official, and on it is the name corroded coffin. Another band that Steve hasn’t heard of.

The contents of the box safely packed away, Steve moves it aside to see what else there is. He catches the glimpse of a guitar case slotted between two tours of boxes and pulls it gently towards him. 

Inside is a black and red electric guitar. The stickers along the case suggest that it belonged to the same person as everything else, but the guitar is untouched by time. It’s clean and perfect and Steve feels pressured to protect it as he lifts it out and holds it.

He knows guitar. Has known it since begging his dad to let him learn an instrument that wasn’t totally lame. (Yes, piano is totally lame in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old kid.) He’s alright at it, actually. Enough that no one has ever laughed at him while he’s played.

Steve sits there for a minute with the guitar in his hands and feels a shiver across the skin of his shoulder. Finally, a breeze in this damn summer heat. He takes a breath and strums. The sound is sweet and perfect and he’s pretty sure that’s not how this is supposed to work after years of sitting in storage. 

The shiver moves down his right shoulder to his hand as he plucks at the strings and he’s surprised that the breeze is even getting around the boxes. The stuff he knows how to play is entirely stereotypical. Wonderwall, stuff from the charts, Seven Nation Army and every other song with a riff that sounds cool before you know how much work it actually takes.

What he’s playing now isn’t any of that stuff. His fingers move stiffly against the strings and it’s only when he starts really thinking about it does he realise that he’s never heard the song he’s playing before in his life. He strikes a note that breaks the tune and hears a quiet huff from behind him as his fingers move to correct it. No, that’s not right, a hand on top of his moves his fingers to correct it.

“There,” a voice says, and Steve is frozen in place as he follows the lines of the hand up past the black sleeved arm until he’s finally looking at a pale, tired face. Steve’s fingers have stopped moving and the hand on top of his has stopped too. Big brown eyes meet his own and the boy kneeling behind him jumps back. “What the fuck.”

What the fuck.

Steve scrambles up, still holding the guitar, and doesn’t stop moving till there’s at least a foot between the two of them. His brain is still catching up to the situation, and that’s the only reason he’s letting himself be as scared as he is. Because it hasn’t come up with another logical explanation other than the fact that this guy has appeared out of thin air. That he has been facing the only door the entire time. 

The logical explanation is that this guy is a squatter. That he climbed out of one of the boxes and moved so silently that Steve didn’t hear him. That he’s a dream. Steve has hit his head or soaked up something from one of the boxes and is seeing things.

The boy blinks up at him through long eyelashes, still on the floor, and Steve wants to laugh. How is it that this stranger gets to look scared? He’s the one trespassing.

“What are you doing here?” Steve demands. “And who are you? And why-” he’s not sure where to start with that one, so, he just leaves it.

The boy is around Steve’s age with long brown hair that tangles around his shoulders, a strong nose, and dark circles under eyes that are a fraction too big for his face. He’s wearing a club shirt, something that Steve would see around school back before he graduated, but there’s something dark and red across the fabric. Steve’s eyes flash back at the boy's face, searching for signs of damage, and lands on the ring of deep purple around his neck. Half hidden by his hair but not enough to make it disappear.

“I fucking knew it,” Dustin is back with his laptop in hand. Underneath it is a thick black book that he throws at Steve, a bookmark sticking out of the middle. “I knew I’d seen that guy before.”

He doesn’t acknowledge the guy who has stood up now and has moved to edge away from the two of them. 

“What are you talking about?” Steve doesn’t take his eyes off of the guy. Has Dustin been hiding someone in here? He wouldn’t put it past him. The kid once kept a coyote in his shed for a whole week. “Stop.” He says, point at the guy, and Dustin raises his eyebrows.

“Stop what?” He asks.

“Not you,” Steve starts, readying to lose his mind, when he sees the photo on Dustin’s laptop. There he is in black and white. The guy standing across the room. In the exact same T-shirt with a crooked grin on his face. The headline next to it reads: Teenage Satanist Found Dead In Ritual Gone Wrong.

The boy looks at Steve and what’s left of Steve’s sanity drops out from underneath him. 

[aledethanlast]

i keep reading your url as 'aled and the last' idk why

Lmao new band name

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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