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chubbyreaderchan · 3 years

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How it Should Have Been | Sesshomaru x Reader

tw: chlldbirth, female reader, anti-sessrin, pregnancy complications, OG Sesshomaru, human reader from modern times so everyone can be included

-- The Reveal --

She was acting strange.

Something was off with his human mate.

They were tired a lot more often than usual.

Then when they had dinner with Rin in Kaede’s hut she ran from the room and was ill. It did not add up for the demon lord. Not until Kaede asked.

“Dog demon.” the crone’s voice came out. “How far along is she?”

His golden eyes widened and he instantly regretted not noticing from the beginning. He stood up from the social meal, young Rin chattering excitedly over the prospect of a baby had been muffled as he went to find her. It wasn’t difficult combined with knowing her scent better than his own and the scent of sick. He found her knelt over, and he joined her on the ground despite the smell. Pulling back any clothing or hair that may get in the way.

“How long have you known you were with child, (Y/n)?”

She looked up at him, a bit of shyness in her face but then she knew that look. To the average person it would be the usual cold stare. The indifferent demeanor he always held. But their connection was different.

She knew him.

“I only realised a couple weeks ago... if I had to guess... maybe since the last full moon?” His golden eyes pierced her soul.

They always did in the most liberating and exciting way.

His slender fingers reached forward and he gently wiped her face. For one moment, Sesshomaru held an expression of care in his stony features.

In that moment he was truly beautiful.

-- Things Get Complicated --

Her body was beautiful in Sesshomaru’s mind.

Everytime they were alone his hands were on the growing bump, on her body in every way possible. It was a source of pride for the dog demon. However, one evening while she was taking care of the laundry she collapsed. He only found her because she took an unusual amount of time hanging her kimonos.

Her body sprawled out in the dirt, face paled from the normal lively color. Instantly, she was in his arms and off to Kaede’s hut.

"Old crone.” Sesshomaru’s voice was dark and demanding. “She collapsed.” If one didn’t know him he may seem unconcerned but there was a light waver to his voice. He was terrified.

But if given the choice... he’d save her first.

Kagome was also in the hut, thankfully.

“Lay her down!” Kagome insisted, not caring one bit about yelling at the demon lord.

He didn’t either. She was more important than a tone of voice at this moment.

Sesshomaru laid her down, letting her head rest against his lap.

“Her heart beat is low” Kagome noted. The young priestess placed a cool rag on her forehead and she slowly came through.

“Kagome?” she was confused. Where was she? How did--?

Oh! She remembered being light headed and then blank.

Sesshomaru made a sigh of relief.

“Your blood pressure is the issue,” Kagome explained. “She needs to rest. Stay off her feet. Probably until the baby is here, at least. Just to be safe. Only walking around a bit to help blood flow.”

"Aye, she needs rest,"

His eyes turned instantly serious. "I'll be fine--"

"(Y/n)..." His tone was dark. Dangerous. A tone he'd never use on her. Ever.

This was serious.

He was scared of losing her.

In a moment he lifted her into his back to bring her home.

This fear caused Sesshomaru to become more protective.

He cooked. He cleaned. He did things he would never had done before.

Laundry. Hair brushing. Whatever was needed he did. He didn't even trust someone to do it for him. How could they do it correctly?

-- Birth --

It all happened so quickly.

Pain.

All she felt was pain.

Her water definitely broke.

It was time but something felt off.

It was her first child. How would she know? Instinct? Maybe. He was instantly at her side as she screamed in pain.

She survived worse than this, hadn't she?

The tears on her face made Sesshomaru angry. So very angry. Or was he scared? It was hard to tell the difference in that moment.

Towels. Blood.

Screaming.

All for the sake of a tiny silver haired baby to be placed in her waiting arms.

There was something wrong even still. She was paling again.

So much blood.

She could die.

Kagome rushed him out force that no one knew she had as she, Kaede and Sango worked to care for her and baby.

Luck.

That's all it was.

Luck that the bleeding stopped. That they were able to keep baby warm.

Then he was brought back in, seeing his baby on the breast of his woman was like seeing heaven.

The dog lord knelt down to her, touching her face then the baby's head. "It's a boy" she said in a horses voice.

"My son." He responded gently.

-- Toddling --

"Naoki!"

Tree of truth.

Named with the three that connected them all in mind.

She was pregnant again, despite Sesshomaru's hesitancy but she wanted one more.

Just one more.

He'd give her the world if she asked him.

The small silver haired boy was bothering his father whom didn't seem to interested in the boy who decided the single most scariest demon would be a great thing to climb on.

Sesshomaru looked up at his swollen wife. This pregnancy had no scares this time.

"Your papa isn't a tree,"

"Papa!" He still wasn't fully speaking but small babbling was expected. It was especially amusing since Sesshomaru would speak to him as if he knew exactly what was being said.

As if he respected the hanyou as an equal.

Perhaps he did.

The baby went to move towards his mother however he was on his father's shoulder and the movement started him towards the dirt. With grace, Sesshomaru grabbed the boy as if it were nothing before passing the son on to his mate.

"Ada!" Baby Naoki shouted in a high pitch squeak.

"I don't think that was fun. You would have ended up crying." He spoke, as always as if he knew exactly what the baby said.

Sesshomaru seemed to have a natural intuition with his children. It often left his mate jealous but the jealousy was squashed out by a pride of having someone care so much for them.

The demon lord had truly grown since she first met him all those years ago under that great tree.

It seemed he learned that caring wasn't weakness but strength.

That was why he didn't travel as often, though he still desired power, his family became his main priority.

That's how it should be.

#reader insert #sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru #inuyasha imagines #anti sessrin

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multi-fxndom446 · 3 years

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Secret love

Diavolo X Reader

I’m weak for Diavolo this man just wants to be included and loved😭

Also this story made sense in my head so I really fucking hope it still makes sense written down and I hope you enjoy it!!

(Lmao also I had to add a lil Mammon angst to hurt myself thank you)

Warning: angst a lil

When you were first summoned to Devildom as an exchange student, you never expected a demon to fall in love with you. Let alone seven.

What’s more, you didn’t expect to fall in love with the one demon you couldn’t have. The soon to be king himself.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtains fall

It’ll never be enough

When you first came to devildom your first priority wasn’t exactly love. More of trying to stay alive amidst the rage the seven brothers had as they all at one point or another tried to kill you. Hell one succeeded.

But now as you got more into the year, you found yourself being the center of attention to all of the brothers. It wasn’t as if you tried to make them fall for you, it just kind of happened.

Though now it’s not playing well in your favor. Many times you’d find yourself in the middle of a sibling fight over who you loved more and each and everytime they got the same answer. “I love all of you equally.”

Which wasn’t a lie. You did love all of them, but you weren’t in love with any of them. Not like you were with him. Diavolo.

The one demon you couldn’t have out of the whole devildom was the one you fell for. And he fell for you as well. Which is why this hurt the most.

You, along with the brothers, were at Diavolos castle, per his request. He said he wanted to have dinner with all of them so he could discuss with them the plans of a party he would be holding.

As always the dinner was chaotic, Levi accidentally exposing Mammon for stealing, Lucifer getting mad at Mammon, Beel eating almost everything on the table and so on.

You watched from your place beside Diavolo as you didn’t even try to simmer down the fight. That had only gotten you in trouble on more occasions then one.

When you were about to say something, you were stopped short. Your head snapped to Diavolo who smiled softly at you, his hand entangling with yours under the table and out of site from prying eyes.

Your surprise died down immediately and was replaced with a certain sadness that such a gesture had to be hidden. Sensing your mood change he squeezed your hand gently and you both went back to eating.

As you drive me to my house

I can’t stop these silent tears from rolling down

You and I both have to hide on the outside

Where I can’t be yours and you can’t be mine

But I know this

We got a love that is hopeless

On many occasions after a dinner or a party, Diavolo would request you stay behind to discuss how you were managing in the Devildom. And yet those conversations always last a few hours and none of the brothers questioned it.

He would always escort you back on the nights he held you back and your silence always gave away how you were feeling, he could read you like a book and you sometimes wondered when you became so transparent to him.

Tonight he insisted on walking so he could have more time with you, a decision that he was regretting now. He felt your fingers brush against his and you did as well because the next moment you pulled your hand away and it about broke his heart.

He knew you were doing it for him and he hated it with his very being. Why couldn’t you be the one he married one day? Why did the rules for a future king have to be so strict?

Finally you started up the path leading to the house of Lamentation but instead of a quick goodbye, you both stood just outside the front door. You were facing him now but your gaze was at the ground, you didn’t want to make him feel bad about the way your eyes glossed over.

He watched you for a moment before he reached his hand out to softly take a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Beautiful.” He whispered, causing you to finally look him in eyes.

“Why can’t I hold you in the street?” He seemed to be talking to himself, almost like he was saying his thoughts out loud. “Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that.”

You eagerly took his hand into yours, letting your hair slip through his fingers. “Why can’t it be like that? Cause I’m yours. Please Diavolo.” He could feel his resolve breaking.

Why can’t I say that I’m in love?

I wanna shout it from the roof tops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that?

He was so close to you now, only about a step away. He was reaching out to you again when suddenly he remembered where he was.

He pulled back just as the front door opened and Mammon came into view. “Oi! Y/n we thought you would’ve been back by now!” He pouted and you laughed to ease his nerves but Diavolo could see the disappointment as soon as your laughing stopped.

“I was just leaving.” Mammon almost jumped at the sound of Diavolos voice, having not noticed him until he spoke up.

“L-lord Diavolo, sorry I didn’t see you.” Mammon sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, scared he was gonna get chewed out again but was once again shocked when all he did was kiss your hand and leave.

You held your hand close to you as you watched him go. You knew kissing your hand was just a formality to others around you but to the both of you it held a much more sincere meaning.

As Mammon ushered you inside you finally turned away from Diavolo but now he was the one looking back at you, clenching his fists in jealousy when he saw Mammon’s arm wrap protectively around your waist. And then the front door closed and you were out of reach.

It’s obvious you’re meant for me

Every piece of you just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought I’m in so deep

But I’ll never show it on my face

Diavolo watched you from across the room as you talked away with the brothers. Some demon next to him trying to converse with him about a problem that Diavolo already was in the process of fixing.

He felt his chest warm at your smile and his heart flutter when he heard you laugh. Even from across a massive room filled with guests, he would always be able to hear your laugh.

From the corner of his eye he could see Solomon on his way towards you, he assumed to ask you for a dance like he had done many times. But the fluttering in his chest suddenly turned into a squeezing feeling and he felt his heart ache when he saw the slight blush on your face from whatever the wizard had said to you.

So before Solomon could steal you away for the night, Diavolo politely excused himself to go to you, letting Barbatos pick up the conversation where it left off.

You were just about to take Solomons hand when you both heard someone else approaching and you turned to see the prince with a smile that had a threatening undertone to it.

“Sorry to barge in but could I steal Y/n for a dance first?” Solomon didn’t get a chance to answer because Diavolo took your hand and led you to the dance floor before he could even get a word out.

You could’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the sudden nerves you were feeling being so close to him. It wasn’t like you haven’t been this close before but he always stopped himself before he could finally cross that boundary.

He felt chills go up his spine when you positioned your arm to rest on his shoulders and his around your waist while he still held your other hand in his free one. Oh how perfect your hand felt in his.

But we know this

We got a love that is hopeless

The dance was silent between you two. He didn’t know what to say, only now realizing this was probably a rash decision on his part.

You seemed to notice the new found lack of uncertainty as you looked up at him. “Do you regret this?” You asked him and something told him you weren’t asking about the dance.

“Regret what?” He still needed to hear you say it.

Your voice cracked a little as you responded, “falling in love.” Tears lined your eyelid and his hold on you tightened a little, “meeting me?”

“My darling I could never regret meeting you.” He was quick to say and he so badly wanted to pull you closer but he stopped himself. You could feel the way his muscles tensed in his shoulders as he held back. “Please don’t cry.” He Almost whispered out.

You nodded and looked up at the ceiling to try and stop them because you seemed to think he was more worried about others seeing the human exchange student cry while dancing with the prince when in reality it was tearing him up to see those tears.

“Y/n?” He called to you softly and you looked back to him. The tears you had been trying to get rid of only came back as you stared at his soft eyes, the way they looked at you with so much concern and love had you wanting to kiss him.

“Why can’t you hold me in the street?” You asked the question he had asked himself the day before, “why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?”

Wish we could be like that

Why can’t we be like that?

Cause I’m yours

His words died out on his tongue and in the next moment the song finally ended and you pulled away from him. “Y/n wait-“

But your hand slipped from his and he suddenly felt like the world was caving in on him. He watched you walk away from him, trying to discreetly wipe away your tears as you approached Mammon who immediately dropped what he was doing to turn to you.

Why can’t I say that I’m in love

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

“Y/n?” His voice was laced with concern upon seeing your tears. “What happened? Are you okay?”

His questions only made you want to cry more and you did. You walked up to him and buried your face in his chest as you let out as quiet sobs as you could. Mammon wrapped his arms around your shoulders, looking around the room for the reason you could be crying and he seemed to find it when his eyes connected to Diavolo who in the next minute turned away.

“You wanna go get some food? Come on let’s get out of here.” He lead you out of the castle and towards all the restaurants but didn’t actually go in any of them.

When he was far enough from the castle he turned to you. You were still trying to calm yourself down and he didn’t know if he should bring up what he thought was wrong. “Y/n please explain it to me, I’ll understand.”

“No no you won’t!” You cried before he said your name again, this time stern enough to get you to look at him and calm enough to calm you down. Your whole body went still at the understanding in his eyes. “I-I love him Mammon.”

Even when he could feel his own heart break at the confession he could feel it break even more knowing your heart was in complete shambles. “And he loves you?” You could only nod, “and you can’t be together because he’s a future king?” You nodded again. “Well screw those rules. If you love each other what’s the difference?”

“It’s not my choice to decide, it’s-“

“-his” he finished for you and you nodded. When he could see the tears start to come back he wrapped his arms around you and brought you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that

Cause I’m yours

Back at the Castle Diavolo was making his way towards Barbatos, who held a knowing look in his eyes. “I need to get air I’ll be back.”

“Shall I send Lucifer for you?”

“No” Diavolo was frustrated but he knew he couldn’t take it out on anyone else but himself. “Just let me be for a moment. I just-I just need to think for a moment.”

Instead of waiting for a reply he left. He made his way through the long hallways of his castle before ending up at a balcony. Not just any balcony. It was the balcony he realized he was in love with you.

You were leaned against the railing, admiring Devildom and he could see the sparkle in your eyes before you turned to him. He expected the sparkle to die out when your focus was on him but instead it only intensified.

He took in a deep breathe trying to gather all his thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching. He should have known Barbatos would still send Lucifer anyways. “I told Barbatos I want to be alone.”

“Barbatos didn’t send me.” Diavolo only glanced at him, “I saw you storm away after y/n left.”

I don’t wanna live love this way

I don’t want to hide us away

“So,” Lucifer went to stand next to him. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“With all due respect Lucifer, I really don’t. Not this time.” Never in his life had Lucifer heard Diavolo sound so disappointed, so..sad.

“It’s about y/n isn’t it?” If Diavolo wasn’t going to tell him, he would pry it out of him. “Did you upset her?”

Diavolo stayed silent for a moment, “yes.”

“Why?”

“Are you my therapist now Lucifer?” Diavolo snapped which allowed Lucifer to know he was hitting a sore subject.

“No. I’m your friend.” It was silent as Diavolo took in his words. He knew he was right and he knew he had to tell someone.

“I’ve upset her because I love her.” Lucifers gaze softened, “and it’s breaking her heart that we can’t be together the why we want.”

“Why because you’re the prince?”

“And because it would be frowned upon for the Demon king to have a human as a queen.” Diavolos sentence trailed off as he looked over the city lights.

“Who would care?”

“Lucifer-“

“No I’m serious. Who would care? The lower ranking demons? Diavolo you’re one of the most powerful demons I know, they wouldn’t even be in the question.” Lucifer stared at his friend who seemed to find solace with staring at his fingers. “If you wished for a simple human to be your Queen then you could have it. So what’s your real reason?”

He was silent. “The elders wouldn’t like it.”

“Screw the elders!”

“Lucifer!” Diavolo turned to him with shock written all over his face. He had never heard Lucifer be so disrespectful.

“Excuse my language but since when have you cared about what the elders think? You certainly didn’t when you made this whole exchange thing happen to begin with!” Diavolo turned away from him again. “If this is about my love for her as well as my brothers love for her, I assure you we only wish for her happiness. In this life and in the next that is all we will continue to wish for. So if her happiness is with you then we will bare it.”

Diavolos eyes widened in shock. It was almost like a weight was lifted off his shoulders hearing Lucifers words. As if to tell him it’s okay he fell in love with you and that they’d be okay if you loved him back. “Now it seems ive gotten through to you. Don’t you have someone you need to find?”

Diavolo turned to him, intending to tell him thank you but as he looked at him the words suddenly didn’t seem like enough. “It’s okay Diavolo. I know.” Lucifer finally said after seeing his friend struggle. “Now go.”

I wonder if it ever will change

I’m living for that day

Some day

You were still in Mammon’s embrace when Diavolo found you. Mammon was the first to see him and he gave him a pointed look.

“Y/n.” Your eyes snapped open when you heard his voice. You slowly pulled away from Mammon who was reluctant to let you go. You seemed to sense his uncertainty so you turned to him, to see if he’d be okay.

When he saw the hope in your eyes, the same hope he had when he looked at you, he knew he had to let you go. And so he did. He watched you walk to the prince and he turned and walked away so he wouldn’t have to hear what was about to be said.

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that we could be like that

Why can’t we be like that?

Cause I’m yours.

“I dont want to hide us.” He said to you, his body tingling with nerves as he watched you. You stood still unsure if what you were hearing was real so he took a step closer. “I fell for you.” He took another step, “I fell for your smile,” another, “your laugh” he was a few more steps from being right in front of you “your personality, everything about you.” He took those final steps to be right in front of you.

You seemed to hold your breathe. “Is this real?” You asked him, terrified he’d disappear.

He chuckled before grabbing your face in his hands, his thumb running across your bottom lip as he leaned down just a breathe away and before his lips touched yours he whispered a small yes.

Im yours

You completely melted into him, clutching onto his arms as your legs became weak from nerves. Without missing a beat one of his arms came to wrap around your waist to hold you up and to pull you impossibly closer to him.

His lips were as soft as you thought they’d be and mixed with the sharp canines he had in his demon form you were ready to succumb to him then and there.

When you finally pulled away from each other you were smiling. Neither of you wanted to step away from the other so instead you brought him back to you for another kiss. He’d die happy if your kisses are what killed him.

“Please can we not hide this anymore? I don’t care what anyone says I just want you. It’s always been you.” He whispered softly after you pulled away for a second time.

Your smile was the brightest he had seen in a long time, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Light Of My Life Pt.2 Jason Todd x Reader

Words: 2.5k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely returning anon!

“I’m the anon who requested the avenger reader and ......... *chefs kiss* *chefs kiss* *chefs kiss* It’s so good! i love the readers powers and how they get sparky when they’re happy! I always thought that captain America and tony stark and Natasha and everyone else would be protective of the reader so I wonder what would happen if she introduced Jason to the avengers? Do you think they’d find out that he was red hood? (And they’d keep it a secret but maybe then they’d be REALLY protective)”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

HI AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK LOVE!!! We been knew I love me a good protective family and Jason sooooo my beautiful anon you did it again! Chef’s kisses right back at you angel <333 Because you liked the happy sparks let me show you what happens when all the emotions come out to play.... mwahahahaha CHECK OUT PT 1 HERE!

“Fuck no.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he pouted. “Hey I met your family you have to meet mine!” you chided, Jason had been reluctant to meet the other Avengers. The last time he’d ever met one besides you was as Robin pre-death when Stark came to visit Bruce Wayne and Iron Man visited Batman. The two never really got along and since Jason idolized Bruce he hadn’t been the kindest to Stark.

You’d only recently learned this when you told the other Avengers why you always wanted to be in Gotham. Cap was happy you’d found a friend, he understood the necessity of having a person you can talk to and rely on, and he missed his person so he wished you the best. To say Stark was pissed was an understatement. Not only was he secretly rooting for you and Spidey to get together but he always got a bad taste in his mouth thinking about the Wayne family. “No” was his only reply and you had to give him the “even though you’re my father figure and my boss you don’t control my personal life” speech which ended in a hug and some cursing under his breath. To your surprise Peter was equally upset and said next time you went to Gotham he needed to meet this elusive, powerless, gun wielding, Jason.

And just like that here you were in Gotham, wrapping in your boyfriend’s arms, trying to convince him to come meet the “A-list” as he called them. “You’re going Jay. Maybe you can bring Tim he loves the Avengers he’d die to meet them!” you cooed, knowing Jason would agree because he never wanted to tell you no. Jason knew how excited you were, he could feel the light shocks that danced on your skin as he held you. Begrudgingly he agreed. You had decided it would be better to meet as your human personas rather than stir up the media with an Avengers visit to Gotham.

“Hey gorgeous” Jason grinned as you gave him a spin in one of your favorite outfits, beyond excited to introduce him to the people who were your family you rushed over to him. As you toyed with his t-shirt collar you admired his appearance, Jason was fashionable in the lowkey, vibey kind of fashion, it was perfect, and undeniably attractive. You could tell he was trying to hide his nerves, he gripped your hand tighter than normal and fidgeted slightly, he knew these people were your home and you could tell he wanted to make a good impression even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You’d invited them to your now shared apartment with Jason. The two of you had spent a while cleaning and prepping for guests and the apartment was spotless. Getting the text from Stark that him, Peter, and Natasha were headed up and you saw the three of them cloaked in jackets and hats entering the main lobby. Giving Jason’s hand a squeeze you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a reassuring looking. Jason leaning into your embrace whispered “it’ll go fine” and you couldn’t tell if he was saying it to himself or you. Almost on cue there was a loud knock and before you could get to the door Tony burst in with Natasha and Peter following. “WHERE IS HE!” Tony yelled and you rushed over grinning. “Shut up Stark behave yourself!” he brought you into a quick hug before looking at Jason. “Hello Todd” he said, Jason looked a little shocked that Tony had either remembered from those years ago or had done his research. Jason stuck out a hand feigning confidence and Tony took it strongly.

Inviting everyone in you all sat cooly around the living room. As you talked with Natasha about recent events and living in Gotham you noticed that Jason looked afraid to touch you, sitting rigid next to you. Glancing over you saw him getting death stares from Peter and Tony anytime he moved a muscle. “The two of you stop it!” you chided, grabbing Jason’s hand and realizing it was slightly shaking. “I expect it from Mr. Father Figure but really Parker?” you quipped as he shrugged in agreement.

You could feel your aura radiate with annoyance and Peter and Tony looked taken aback. “Hey Sparky- Y/N it’s fine” Jason looked embarrassed at his use of one of his many nicknames. “Dude you use electric puns too!” Peter looked excited as he told Jason about some of his favorites. As the two bonded you groaned when Peter said “DUDE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN IS SUCH A GOOD ONE!” and went in for a high five over your embarrassment. Tony broke the bro-moment, “So Jason Todd, second Robin, heard you died. Haven’t seen you in a bit do you prefer Todd or Hood?” Jason gulped, straightening up as he squeezed your hand. “Um, Todd is fine, yeah I did and it was really hard but I have Y/N and she’s really been amazing and also yes I was Robin when I saw you a long time ago and you totally already know that but yeah” he took in a deep breath as Tony processed his answers. Turning to you he asked “and he’s nice to you? Good friend? Good lover? No ring yet right? I learned the hard way waiting too long isn’t great but you better not rush this kid” you rolled your eyes hearing the same line of questioning as always. “Tony shut the hell up” Natasha interrupted. “Look, Jason’s whole body is angled to Y/N, he’s holding her hand through the sparks and probably shocks, he hasn’t gotten angry at your dumb overprotective dad moments, and everytime one of them looks at the other they calm down a little more. They’re in love Tony leave them be.” Tony starred in silence before standing up, drawing in a breath you could feel Jason tense. “Alright then I approve. Let’s get this party started! You guys got booze?”

A couple drinks in an everyone was best friends with everyone. You and Peter weren’t of age yet so you both skipped but Tony was definitely nicer a couple drinks in, and Jason was a lot less tense even though he wasn’t drinking, determined to stay sober to answer any questions he was asked. Peter still looked like he didn’t trust Jason but you couldn’t help but grin as you watched the only father figure you’d ever had bond with your boyfriend. You finally felt like you had a family, it was perfect.

Perfect until Peter Parker got attacked.

As you frantically zapped through light posts you heard Jason on his bike behind you. Tony and Natasha didn’t want to alert the press with two of the most prominent Avengers being seen in Gotham and after a couple drinks they decided to let you and Jason take the lead. So as Red Hood and Y/H/N took to the Gotham streets after Clayface who had engulfed a terrified Peter Parker, Black Widow and Iron Man watched from above.

You zapped in front of Clayface, your skin practically sizzling. “you!” ZAP “are!” ZAP “interrupting!” ZAP “my!” ZAP “DAY!!!” you screeched, letting out all the anger and stress pent up from the day. Unfortunately, your electricity didn’t have much effect on a giant piece of dirt, so you went for keeping it’s attention while Jason fiddled with some explosives.

You zapped around the scene, being careful not to let Clayface get a hand on you for fear of him trying to engulf you too. You could barely hear Jason, cursing yourself for leaving you comm somewhere in the apartment but you could make out “Y/H/N it’s ready but Peter’s in there!” from Jason. “Shit alright I’m going in I guess!” you called, unsure if your powers would even work inside of Clayface. With a deep breath you ran straight ahead, preparing for whatever came next when a figure shoved you out of the way. Instinctively you shot into a lamp post for safety when you saw Red Hood press the button for the explosives and dive into Clayface. Once you realized he just sacrificed his life for yours appeared on the pavement screaming for Jason. Lightning cracked above you as you cried out amid the explosion. At the peak of the explosion everything you felt was too much, needing to know if Jason was okay and it Peter was still alive you felt stuck to the ground. Letting out a guttural scream you gave up trying to hold everything in. The lightning dissipated as you felt your energy connect to every current in Gotham. As the smoke cleared you saw a pile of Clay and no Red Hood and your heart snapped in half. Sinking to your knees you felt the power of every light in Gotham and it was too much. As your tears poured you needed the pain to stop, it had to stop, you’d lost everything.

And then it did. No more sparks, no more current, no more emotion, no more pain.

Your eyes fell out of focus as you stared ahead. You didn’t see two figures emerged from behind the corner of a building. Your eyes were blurry and you felt numb, unable to recognize the voice of Jason as he called out for you. Everything was quiet and muted, no buzzing from the streetlights or vibrations from cell towers, you felt disconnected, lost. Slowly blinking, thoughts of your past boyfriend jolted through you so quickly you couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was right in front of you. His voice sounded like a faint whisper calling for you. A different reality almost. You felt yourself get lifted into the air, off the ground and into someone’s embrace.

This embrace carried you home. Home. That was your apartment. With Jason. But he was gone and someone had brought you home, setting you softly on the couch.

“What the fuck happened to Y/N” Jason pleaded Tony who looked just as confused. “I think she’s in shock, maybe she didn’t have her comm in and didn’t hear the plan for rescuing Peter then dealing with Clayface?” Tony whispered as he looked at you as you stared at a wall, tears slowly cascading down your cheeks. Natasha squatted next to you, waving a hand in front of your face. “She’s in shock but we need to shock her out of it, anyone got a spark?” Tony quickly reprogrammed part of his suit to deliver a fair amount of voltage into your body. Taking a deep breath Jason just wanted to hold your hand but he knew that was not going to be safe until you woke up. As everyone stood back Tony counted down “One, Two - ”

Suddenly you felt the connection again, it jolted through you and danced on your skin, you felt the humming of the fan in your apartment. Your apartment, you were home. Home. Home is with Jason, and you could feel him next to you. Jason, was, home. Safe.

“JASON YOU IDIOT WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU FUCKING DIED AGAIN!” you bolted up and began wailing on his chest, shocking everyone around you at your burst of, well, energy. Without thinking Jason just pulled you into his chest, swaying slightly back and forth you melted into his grip. “Y/N baby Stark thought your comm was on like mine and we thought you knew the plan, you were making a good diversion and everything” Jason explained. “Then Parker and I come out after the big boom and you’re like completely zoned out. Like even the sky was clear, and your eyes didn’t have the little sparkle they always have, we thought you’d lost it or something” he rambled as you finally put the pieces together. Glancing up at him you whispered “so you’re okay?” and he nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. “You can’t get rid of me that easily Sparky” you found comfort in the nickname that was slowly growing on you.

After a cup of tea and some relaxation you were feeling a lot better. Peter was impressed at how quickly Jason thought on his feet and that he’d put himself in danger to save him and was a lot happier with your relationship. You’d told him about Tim and how well the two nerds would get along so he tagged along with Stark who was out meeting Bruce and trying to explain why there had been an explosion and Avenger sighting in his city, and Natasha used her expertise to know it was time for you and Jason to have some alone time, so she headed out as well.

Now you were resting in Jason’s arms as he toyed with your hair. Breaking the silence you admitted “I think I severed my powers when I thought you died” and Jason looked up, his face asking you for more. Delving into some of your own truths you admitted “I always knew my powers were emotion driven. Like our kiss that one night. And I knew there was a reason that I have to keep some energy inside and reign it in, but now I know that releasing it all doesn’t explode, it makes me implode on myself. Like the energy I use is raw emotion and when I thought you were gone it hurt too much and I cut it off” you sighed, enjoying the feeling of letting it off your chest. You could’ve sworn Jason slyly wiped a tear away before pulling you in close as he too sighed. “I think you’re right Y/N but that means your powers are more interesting than we ever knew. And I know what it feels like to lose everything, and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing for ever being the reason you felt the loss. It kills me to think of you in such pain you couldn’t feel it anymore. Because you are the strongest person I know and I know how painful it must’ve been. I’m so sorry. And I love you”

The big eight letters. They felt right. Raising your head to his you took his lips in yours, trying to convey the same words right back at him. In the moment of pure love you felt warmth envelop your entire body, unable to contain the joy. Mid-kiss you let a grin slip onto your face and you pulled away. “Jason Todd I love YOU!” you moved to throw your arms around him and as you outstretched your fingers you released some of your love into the air and suddenly everything in the room when black.

“Y/N you just shorted out the apartment building. But I love you too” You were kind of glad the lights were now off because Jason couldn’t see the furious blush that developed on your cheeks. Flopping down on to him you mused “Too many emotions for one day, I feel pretty shorted out too” and Jason hummed in agreement. As the two of your drifted off into sleep you heard him mumble:

“You better get control of these emotions I can’t be telling you I love you then having you break my toaster. I need my waffles you know” and you groaned.

“I’ll put that on the list of things to worry about. Right beneath the end of the world so pretty high up there”

“Thanks I appreciate it. Good night my lovely bolt of lightning”

“Goodnight you sappy fuck”

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stereksecretsanta · 3 years

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Merry Christmas, nephilimeq!

For @nephilimeq :)

When Stiles can’t decide what to get for Derek’s Secret Santa present, he decides to give Derek himself. It doesn’t go quite like he thought it would.

Or, the one where Stiles expected sex, but got to help Derek with his computer virus instead (but still somehow ended up with a boyfriend for Christmas).

*****

A Gift to Unwrap

“I’m so glad we’re doing Secret Santa this year, I can’t afford to buy you all shit again,” Stiles said, lounging on Derek’s couch with his head off the side and his feet in the hair.

Lydia smacked his ankle when it got too close to her. “It’s not like you gave us all great gifts last year. You gave me pens.”

“What was wrong with pens? You like pens.”

“They were from the dollar store, Stiles.”

“Whatever,” Stiles flipped over, sitting properly. “I hope I get Derek, he appreciates my gifts.”

“Derek?” Allison looked over at him from her armchair, “he’s the worst to buy for, he isn’t happy with anything.”

“Hey, Derek loved the birthday present I got him!”

Allison and Lydia shared a confused look. It was just the three of them here, planning out secret santa as everyone else on the pack went for midnight wolf patrol. Stiles didn’t mind, he liked when team humans got to hang.

“Derek doesn’t celebrate his birthday…” Lydia finally said, turning back to him.

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles shrugged, “I just got him a photo album and filled it with all the family pictures of the Hales I could find. I dropped it off in the morning, we had some coffee, and I left. Derek didn’t have to celebrate, and I only had to spend like 5 bucks.”

They were both frowning now though. “How long did that take you?” Allison asked.

“Uh…” Stiles scratched his head, “a month or so?”

“A month or so?” Allison shook her head. “This year you gave me gum for my birthday!”

“Hey, you like gum!’

Lydia smirked, “don’t take it personally, Ally, Stiles only buys good presents for people he loves.”

“Woah- what? Who said - I don’t love anyone!”

Lydia laughed, “Stiles, you once bought me a TV! This year I got more dollar store pens. But Derek gets a whole photo album that you spent a month on? You’ve moved on from me and right on to him,” she grinned, “did you add little notes in it too?”

Stiles blushed, “no!… not that many! Shut up!”

“Relax, Derek likes you too,” she said. All nonchalant, like this wasn’t brand new information.

“What- what do you mean? Not that it - I don’t love him, or anything, but like what do you mean by that.”

“Okay,” Allison said, leaning back, “I can see it now.”

“Um, no? There’s nothing to see?”

“I guess we’ll find out next week,” Lydia said with a wink, “when you both get each other for Secret Santa.”

“You can’t just… cheat like that. Can you? Oh my God, what do you think he’ll get me?” They both laughed. Stiles was starting to see their point. “… not that it matters, what he gets me.”

“He’ll get you something sweet, I’m sure,” Lydia said. “You’ve kind of already outdone yourself with the photo album, but I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Aw, this is so sweet!” Allison said, smiling at Stiles blush. “Aw at New Years you two can kiss!”

Stiles didn’t even try to deny he liked that idea. And now that he was thinking about it, it was definitely not the first time he liked the idea of Derek kissing him.

Shit.

“Guys, I might like Derek…”

They looked at each other and laughed.

–

That weekend, when they pulled their Secret Santa names out of the hat, Stiles wasn’t surprised he pulled Derek’s name out. Lydia was a witch, she could do anything.

He watched carefully as Derek read his. He made no reaction, but Stiles noticed him glance towards him a minute later. Did you get Stiles’ name too? Was Lydia really doing this?

Was it normal to be this excited for Secret Santa?

Stiles wasn’t sure - but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait for Christmas.

–

He realized as soon as he stepped into the mall, Lydia was right. He should have fucking waited to do the photo album for Christmas.

No one cared about their 26th birthday. It was a stupid age. Why did he go so big? Stiles had turned 22 this year, and Derek had just taken him out for dinner. He should have done that.

What the hell was he going to do now?

He had $20 he could spend and that was it. He walked past the dollar store but shook his head. Looked into H&M and scoffed. Derek would hate everything in this mall. Stiles wasn’t sure where he bought his ridiculously soft shirts, but it wasn’t here.

And they were probably more than $20s.

Cursing, Stiles back tracked. What could he do? He did the sentimental thing already, but maybe he could.. Add to that? Get… What, video recordings of his family?

No, that would just be creepy. He wasn’t fucking stalking the dead.

He could… draw him a picture? He was shit at art. He could… take him on a trip? At some point.. When neither of them were working.. And it was super cheap?

God he was doomed.

Stiles walked past La Senza and paused. The mannequin was dressed in a skimpy bra, but that wasn’t what he was looking at. It was also covered in bows, like the mannequin itself was the present.

Could… Stiles… be the present?

No, that was ridiculous.

Unless…?

No. Derek deserved a real present.

But maybe..?

Stiles bit his lip in thought. It would be better than dollar store pens at least.

He turned and made his way to the craft store. Time to spend his $20 on high end ribbon.

–

Stiles had on his tightest skinny jeans, the ones that Jackson said made his ass pop. He wore the shirt Lydia had given him, the one he thought had been a size too small but she insisted fit him better than anything else he owned.

Now, for the important layer. He pulled out the red ribbon.

He tied a loop around his chest, making a bow on his front. He tied another around his leg and made a bow on his thigh. He looped a ribbon down his left arm, starting from his shoulder and ending with a bow on his wrist.

He looked at himself in the mirror, a bit worried he had over done it.

“Well, my dad didn’t believe I was gay before, he should see me now.”

Although he and his dad had already had that talk. More than once, actually, after he caught Danny in his room in senior year. That had been awkward.

But they were good now. And Derek wouldn’t be such a surprise to him, he didn’t think…

You know, if Derek… actually liked him back. And wanted to date him. And be introduced to Stiles father as his boyfriend-

He was getting ahead of himself.

He took a deep breath. “Even if he doesn’t like me, the present is he has me for a full day. He can make me clean his windows if he wants.”

WIth that, Stiles pulled on his dad’s trench coat.

It was show time.

–

Stiles usually barged into Derek’s loft like he owned the place, but it felt weird to do that now, so he knocked.

It took a minute before Derek opened the door. He already looked confused, and his eyebrow rose up at the sight of him.

“Stiles.”

“Evening, Derek.”

“Why did you knock…. Why are you dressed like you’re going to flash me?”

Stiles felt his cheeks warm, “it’s, uh, for Secret Santa!”

“You’re going to flash me for Secret Santa?”

“No! I am,” he gestured at himself, “fully clothed underhere, I will have you know. But it is part of the present.”

Derek raised a brow, “the gift exchange is tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but… mine starts today.”

Derek shrugged, then stepped back to wave Stiles inside.

Palms sweating, Stiles stepped in and only hesitated a moment before he opened his coat. “Ta da!” He said, dropping the coat dramatically to the floor, “I am your present!”

Derek looked him up and down, eyes lingering on the bows, “okay.”

Stiles swallowed. He shouldn’t have worn his tightest clothes, could Derek see his sweat through his shirt already?

Fuck, could he smell it?

“And, uh, you can do whatever you want with me. For the next 24 hours.” Derek nodded, his eyes still on the bow on Stiles chest. Shit, maybe this was stupid. “Sorry, I thought… I’m kind of broke, and I - this was dumb-”

“No, it’s good,” Derek stepped toward him. Stiles’ heart started to race, he clenched his fists so they wouldn’t shake. This was the plan, right? This was the fucking point of the gift - make a big decleration and give himself to Derek, for a whole day, to do whatever.

But fuck, what if Derek was into weird shit? Stiles wasn’t a virgin, but he’d only been with two people before, and did that guy from college really count if all they did was handjobs? Stiles didn’t even remember his name. And fuck, what if this made Derek think all he wanted was sex? What if he was ruining a potentially amazing relationship because of one stupid -

All Derek did was reach behind him and close the door.

Of course.

Stiles cleared his throat.

“So, uh…”

“Come with me.”

Stiles obeyed, following Derek to the couch. Was Derek going to throw him on it? Ravish him?

He passed Stiles a laptop.

“You’re good at this stuff, right? I think I have a virus or something.”

“… what?”

“I have you for 24 hours, tonight you can help me with my laptop.”

“Oh, oh, okay, sure.” Stiles sat down, glancing down at the screen. He felt stupid for being relieved.

“After you figure out the virus thing, you can also help me get a netflix. And figure out how to get it on the TV? Lydia is refusing to set up pack movie nights anymore if we’re all going to complain about watching The Notebook everytime.”

“Alright,” Stiles leaned back on the couch, diving right in. By the state of Derek’s desktop, he had a feeling this might actually take him 24 hours.

–

Stiles slept over at Derek’s house that night, though it went very differently than he had imagined. He borrowed Derek’s sweats and a baggy T. He slept on the couch. He worked on his laptop until 2 am, and woke up to Derek making breakfast. Stiles joined him in the kitchen, making coffee beside him as he cracked eggs into a pan.

It was nice. Domestic.

Derek smiled at him as he passed over a mug of coffee, and Stiles smiled back.

This was way better than his original plan.

“So, your computer’s up and running, and can connect to the TV. What else do you need help with?”

“Cleaning.”

“… cleaning what?”

“The loft. The pack is coming over tonight for the Secret Santa exchange. Clean up, and when you’re done, help me make the Christmas cookies.”

Stiles shrugged, “okay.”

–

Cleaning wasn’t hard. Derek kept his place pretty impeccable anyway, so all Stiles had to do was some dusting and sweeping. Then he joined Derek in the kitchen, where he had already started baking.

The rest of the day went by so fast, Stiles ran out of time to go home. He changed back into the clothes he was wearing last night, minus the bows, and came back to find the pack already arriving.

He smiled at Derek as they passed out the food together. He imagined what it would be like if he really did live here, really did help Derek with every pack night. He thought they would make a good pair.

And when their shoulders brushed when they sat down together, Stiles didn’t feel nervous. In fact, he leaned into the touch a bit. And he didn’t miss the soft smile Derek sent his way when he did.

Yeah… he thought they would be great together.

The night went by in a blur, Stiles too focused on Derek’s warmth beside him to really pay attention to any of the presents everyone was opening.

He didn’t even notice people had started leaving until it was only him, Lydia and Allison left.

And Lydia and Allison were getting ready to go.

“Oh. I guess I should get ready to go too.”

“Aw, but you two look so cozy,” Allison said with a smirk.

Stiles flushed. Derek, thankfully, either didn’t notice her comment or ignored it. “I haven’t given you your gift yet,” he said. “You can’t leave.”

“Have fun getting your gift, Stiles,” Lydia said, winking, before she shut the door.

Stiles felt his face grow even hotter, but Derek still didn’t comment on it as he got up to get his present. Bless this man. Bless him and his new social tact.

Derek came back out with a present so big, Stiles felt a pang of regret for going with his stupid idea. He could have at least given him… socks, or something.

“Derek, you didn’t have to-”

“I did. After the photo album, I did.” He cleared his throat, “it’s not that big of a deal, I just didn’t know how to wrap it.”

Stiles didn’t believe him. The way Derek was carefully holding it, he didn’t think Derek fully believed it either.

When he ripped open the wrapping paper, he gasped, “Derek…”

It was a painting. A painting of him in his grad cap and gown, from his university graduation last summer. Beside him was his dad, in his suit, just like in their pictures, and on the other side…

“I tried to make her look a bit older, without changing her too much… your dad gave me a picture.”

“She’s beautiful,” Stiles whispered. His mother looked just like he remembered, he even knew the dress, but… there were wrinkles that he never got to see her have. A few gray hairs she never got to grow. His eyes started to burn, so he put the picture down on the table, taking a deep breath. “Derek, you really didn’t have to…”

“You didn’t have to give me the photo album.”

Stiles licked his lips. Derek leaned forward.

“I knew what you were doing. With your gift, I mean, I knew what you were trying to do.”

“You don’t - I shouldn’t have, I don’t want to force anything. It was stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid, it was cute. I was just surprised. And you smelled really nervous, sweaty,” Stiles cursed himself, he knew Derek had smelled the sweat. “I didn’t want our first anything together to be with you under pressure. I want us to both want it.”

Stiles looked at Derek, how beautiful and sincere he was. He thought maybe he was already in love with this man.

“Do I smell nervous now?”

“No.”

They leaned forward at the same time, the kiss was soft. Perfect. Derek’s beard was smooth under his fingers.

When they pulled back, Derek grinned. “Can I unwrap my present now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The End <3

#nephilimeq #stereksanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Always by your side|| Luke Patterson

Chapter seven~ 25 years?!

people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.

After years will everything keep the same?

Luke patterson x oc

2020

The siblings were next to each other, it became a routine that everytime Luke and Reggie fell asleep the girl would sneak behind the tall blonde.

Tonight was different. Sabrina woke up to a loud scream and when her fingers fished for Alex there was no one.

Did he.. she couldn't finish the heart broken thought.

Alex and his friends found themselves in the middle of the old garage they'd rehearsal a thousand times before they passed.

"How did we get back here" Luke was the first to speak.

The girl who faced them screamed from the top of her lungs and the boys joined it, taken aback that they weren't the only ones in there.

The boy group jumped about, mostly Luke did so. Alex and Reggie hold fast onto Luke who calmed a bit. The raven haired girl ran out of the room leaving them questioning.

"What the actual hell was that? Alex broke the silence.

"Well she seemed nice" Reggie insists.

"What?" Luke and Alex said in sync turning to his friend.

"I mean she.." he got interrupted by her walking through him, she was walking right through him. The boys looked closed by this. They watched her carefully as she moved further into the room with a cross in her hand,

Okay well that's silly Alex points over to her and Luke just shrugged his shoulder.

The girl mutters under her breath and the boys decided to make them visible again.

"Well, we're all a little crazy." Luke raises his arms as he states.

She began to scream, again.

"Oh my God! Please stop screaming!" Alex pressed his palms onto his ears.

She stops and in the far a dog began to howl.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my mom's studio?" She shouted.

"Your mom's studio? This is our studio. Trust me, my.." he approached the girl who almost ram her cross into his body.

"The grand piano is new, and.. and.. and.." by the time he let the sentence out he slid over the named piano.

He starts to giggle when he saw the couch was still there. He sighs when his hand meets the fabric of the pillow.

"But that's definitely not my six-string," he points over to the guitar on the wall. His graze rose to the ceiling where chairs hung down.

Where's her board.

When Sabrina died they hung her board on there so they would feel her near.

"Can you just give us a second?" he asks as he reached his friends again.

"Just.. give me a second. Thank you."

They turned around and he began to whisper, "guys, what is going on? How did she get her stuff in here so fast?"

"Maybe.. maybe she's a witch. There's chairs floating on the ceiling," Reggie suggests.

"Okay, there is no such thing as witches." Alex argues.

"You're sure? I used to think there was no such thing as ghosts," he retorted.

But Alex knew better but he couldn't bring that up.

"That's fair"

"Okay, so we're going with witch?" Luke questions.

"No! We are not going with witch"

"She's not a witch. Okay, look. She's just scared. Okay let someone with a softer touch handle this" Alex has his hand now resting on his chest as he remarks.

He walks back to her. "Why are you in our studio?" He began. After a moment of silence the girl pushes her cross through his body.

"Oh my gosh! How did you do that?" Her voice loud.

"Clearly, you're not understanding. She doesn't get it.." he says into the direction of his friends.

"Okay, look. We're ghosts, all right? We're just three ghosts, and we're really happy to be home. So thank you for the flowers. They really brighten up the room," he explains.

"We're in a band called Sunset Curve," Luke adds.

"Tell your friends," Reggie didn't say those words in a while and he was relieved could.

"Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us."

Sabrina never spoke to Alex about the time that had passed since their death.

"It was gonna change our lives."

"I'm, uh.. I'm pretty sure it did," Alex whispers to his friend.

"This is freaking me out," the girl demands, she inhales sharply as she grabs her phone.

"What is that? What are you doing?" Luke points towards the electronic device.

"It's my phone"

"No stop talking to them. The aren't real," she snapped.

"There's no such thing as cute ghosts." her voice becoming squeaky.

"Oh you think we're cute?" Reggie requests.

"Who you calling?" Alex bend forward

"I'm googling sunset swerve"

"Sunset curve" they all corrected her.

"Whoa. There's a sunset curve. You did die. But not last night. Twenty-five years ago?"

"What? No. No, no, no. Th-Th-That's impossible," Reggie stutters.

"After we floated out of the ambulance, all we did was go to that weird dark room where Alex cried" he continues.

"Well.. I don't think.. I think we were all pretty upset okay." He said in a high pinched voice.

"But that was just for like an hour. We just showed up here" Luke acknowledges.

"Look. I'm just telling you what my phone says," she held her screen toward the group so they could read for themselves.

"See? you died in 1995. When you were 17. It's now 2020"

"So, this is the future?" Reggie connects.

"Wait. So.. so, it has been 25 years. I have been crying for 25 years? How is that possible?" He shouts the last part.

"We'll, you're a very emotional person." Reggie states.

"I am not!" The blonde retorted.

Suddenly there was another voice coming from behind them.

"Thought you were afraid to come out here," a young biy walked through the door.

"You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?"

"He can see you," Alex shoot in Reggies direction.

"No he can't," told the girl. His graze wanders around looking for the guys.

"What?"

"Uh.. what do you want," she tried to change the subject.

"A normal sister, for starters," he exclaims.

"Me too" Alex exhales.

"Stop being weird and come eat," he tells and left.

"He couldn't see you" she began.

"Yeah, I mean, that's.. usually how ghosts work." Alex explains. Reggie hummed in agreement.

The girl walked over to the doorframe and came to hold.

"Look, I'm very sorry for what happened to you guys, but this isn't your studio anymore. You have to leave," the girl with the glasses bosses.

"But wait. We.. we didn't get your name," Luke asks carefully.

"It's Julie."

"Cool" he chuckles slightly

"I'm Luke, by.. by the way" as he was near her she rose the cross again.

"And this is.." he stutters

"I'm Reggie," he waved to her

"And.." he pushed the blonde boy further.

"Alex. How's it going?"

"Ba-da," he insecurity exhales.

"Okay?" With that she left.

"Julie seems nice," Reggie smiles.

Alex just groans. "Did you miss the part where she kicked us out, or.. yes okay," he gave in.

The blonde had to find his sister, she has to explain a lot if thing to him, now.

"I need to go.." he points out

"But you can't leave us here" Luke insists.

"But this is really important. I need to think,"

"Okay, let us do one thing and you can go"

Luke decided to go inside her house even if that means to break boundaries. When Julie saw the three she let out a yell and the boys froze in tracks.

"That's me. Ripping off the band-aid."

The shaggy haired boy makes his way over to her. "Hey Julie, I really like what you guys did with the place."

"You shouldn't be here"she earned a gasp from the older woman standing next to her, she explained her appearance.

"I think that's our cue to leave" the two women having a conversation on their own.

"We should've called first" Reggie steps next to the other two boys. They left the house and where now outside.

"I'm going, now."

"Where to?" Luke questions as Alex walks down the driveway

"I'm back in a matter of time," he poofs out and was nowhere to found.

Alex was on the beach, where else could she be.

He saw the shillouette from his sister on a board in the ocean. He never really went surfing with her and when he did Alex just sat on the board floating on the water.

Her eyes laid on him and in the next moment she was besides him.

"You didn't told me" his face turned to her, his graze blurry.

"If I'd told you, you would've freaked and cried in your sleep."

"Oh well, doesn't matter if I'd cried there too, I mean twenty-five years and you didn't told me," his feet began to set off, he was too heated to poof himself out of here.

"A, please I'm sorry.. I.. I just didn't know how to tell you, without you telling the others. I couldn't face Luke again," her hand's grabbing his upper arm to stop him but he got rid of her grip.

"That's none of my problems" Alex raised his voice. He never did at her before. Tears start to stream down her cheeks as she stood opposite of him, his eyes were cold, emotionless. She had never seen him like this before.

"Alex" she exhales but he wasn't there anymore.

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whitewolfandthefox · 4 years

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Call of the Wild: Part 7

Summary: Astarion continues his research as the pack searches for you.

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Warnings: violence, major injury, unconsciousness, torture, violence, angst

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The Connection

You could hear the men getting closer as you ran, slowing from the pain of your wounds and the exhaustion from shifting so many times in such a short period. You tripped over a root as you looked back, chest hitting the ground and your body rolling through the underbrush. You scrambled to your feet, heart hammering from fear as you resumed fleeing.

You could hear the shouts getting louder behind you, the baying of a dog as it closed in. You desperately searched for shelter, spotting a low hanging tree branch off to the left. You darted towards it, before pain flared as you were dragged backwards, the dog’s jaws closed on your back leg. Turning, you slashed at the dog’s face, opening wounds across its muzzle. It yelped and dropped you before rushing once more. You dodged to the side, snapping at its shoulder as you moved, opening another laceration with your teeth.

Whimpering, the dog backed off allowing you to rush up the tree, digging your claws into the bark as you cowered against the trunk. The men filled the space behind the dog, carrying weapons and torches, all staring up at you. One of the men called the dog off with a sharp gesture, allowing it to slink to the back of the group. They stared up at you, faces full of malice. One stepped forward, a sword in his hand.

“Come on down, demon. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” You hissed at him in response, pulling your body further into itself, tail wrapped around your small body, ears flat against your head. At your actions, he grinned, baring his teeth. Turning to the man next to him, he gestured at you, “Light it up.”

He stepped forward, laying the torch against the base of the tree. Too late, you realized that the tree you had chosen was long dead, brittle and dry. As the flames caught and climbed its way up the tree, you frantically searched for a way out. None of the trees were close enough for you to jump to, you were trapped.

As the flames grew higher, you could feel the heat licking at your paws. You scrambled to one of the branches, creeping along it, silently praying that it would hold your weight. The men jeered at you from below as you gathered yourself to jump, hoping you could make it.

CRACK

You felt yourself falling as the branch broke beneath you, tumbling to the ground far below. You yelped as you hit, feeling your leg snap beneath you, wound in your side pouring hot blood as it reopened. You lay there stunned, shaken by the fall. All of a sudden, you felt hands on you, gripping your fur and legs. Your vision went white as they touched your broken limb, leaping to your feet, lashing out with your teeth in defence. You felt something tear, warm, coppery liquid filling your mouth as you clamped down on the arm near your injured leg, wrenching your head to the side as you tore a chunk of flesh, hearing the howl of pain from the man at your actions.

Something struck you in the side of the head and you went limp, pain suffusing every inch of your being. As you lay on the ground, you felt your body being manhandled, turned to your side. “Shit, it's bleeding. The boss said it wasn’t to be harmed.”

Rough hands shoved cloth against your side, a yelp drawn from you as you were jostled, thrown over a shoulder. Your vision faded in and out, time passing in a blur as you tried to manage the pain. You felt the air change, a shiver running through your small form as you entered the stone structure, air cooling off as the guards around headed deeper. You were dropped to the ground, whimper passing your lips as your wounds were jostled. A bitter smell filled the air, mixed with the scent of old blood. Your heart sunk, you were back in your original cell.

“Ah! Such a lovely specimen, such a magnificent colour.” You closed your eyes at the sound of Astarion’s voice. “I haven’t seen your kind before, such a rare subspecies of fox. This is so exciting!”

Curling into yourself, you took a deep breath before rolling to your feet, keeping your injured front leg off the ground, lips pulling back at the sight of the sorcerer. He looked delighted, hands clasped in front of him, excitement on his face. “This will be so informative, I will be able to do so much research with you.” His face turned vicious. “Especially now that I know how to make you change.”

Your ears pulled back at that, teeth bared as a low growl rumbled out of your chest. Your tail stood straight out behind you, knees bent as you were prepared to defend yourself. He studied you, eyes sweeping your side as he observed your lifted leg, a thoughtful look on his face. “We won’t start today, sweet, I’ll let you heal first. It will give me a better baseline of how exactly your healing works. You’ve had an exciting night, get some rest and we will get started tomorrow.”

With that, he turned and swept out of your cell, door clanging shut behind you. Limping into the corner, you curled up with your back to the stone wall, eyes closing as you let the darkness of unconsciousness wash over you.

**~*~*~*~**

Geralt looked at Yennefer, heartbreak clear on his face. She laid a hand on his arm, face full of sympathy. She knew what it felt like, losing someone you cared about. Her mate had been taken from her too soon, killed during a raid on a shape shifter village. It still felt like yesterday, holding the empty shell that used to be the love of her life. The agony, the loss, the pain that came with knowing she would never see them again. She knew the agony of losing a mate and she never wanted Geralt to have to experience that.

“We’ll find her,” her grip tightened on his arm, forcing the man to look at her. “I swear to you, Geralt, I won’t stop until she’s back with us.”

Ciri and Jaskier approached the pair, the former latching on to Geralt’s waist. Jaskier spoke quietly, “You have our teeth and our claws as well. We are with you no matter what.”

Geralt was silent for a moment, before his posture sagged. “Thank you,” his voice was soft, full of pain. “I will be forever in your debt.”

“Never,” Yennefer spoke, “This is what family does. Now, let’s go find a shapeshifter.”

**~*~*~*~**

Astarion had returned the next day to find you in your human form. You had stood to meet him, defiance clear in your face. He had scowled at you, clearly displeased that you were no longer a fox. He didn’t say anything as he approached you, driving a fist into your stomach as he grabbed your broken arm, pressing on the bone. A scream tore from your lips as the heat that came with your shift washed over you, leaving you curled on the floor, tail tucked in close. He had laughed, delighted to finally have access to his research. He had taken samples of almost everything, fur, skin, muscle, blood.

He would leave you on the ground after he was done, telling you to rest up and he would be back tomorrow. Each time you shifted back, but it was getting harder to do so. Everytime you shifted to your animal form, it took longer for you to find the power inside you, almost as if it was hiding from you. When he came back the next morning he would just send a guard in, telling them to beat you until you shifted. You tried to hold out, you really did, but it just became instinctual to curl in on yourself in order to avoid the hurt. Other times he would use spells and knives, would have you writhing and screaming before you finally gave in, shifting to your animal form.

It had been days, you think. You weren’t really sure, time passed oddly in this place. You drifted, almost as if you were having an out of body experience. You started counting the numbers of visits you received from Astarion in an attempt to pass the time. It broke up the haze of pain that you lived in, listening to him ramble. He would tell you about his research, how he was looking for a spell or a potion that was easily dispensed so that no one would die needlessly. He knew the key was hidden in your abilities, shapeshifters healed the fastest and could survive more grievous wounds than humans, and he was determined to find it.

You don’t know what caused it, but one day you woke up in an even worse state than you normally did. You had accepted the pain at this point, almost expecting it as part of your daily routine, but today you had had enough.

When Astarion came for his normal visit, he again sent a guard in. This time though, you were ready. You had found a sharp rock in the wall last night, and had spent hours honing it to an edge against the stone. As he approached you, you could feel the heavy weight in your hand, hidden behind your back. You stood firm, not shying away as the man approached you.

He saw this, saw the defiance in your eyes. He smirked, asking “You want to play today, eh?”

You didn’t respond, only gripping your weapon tighter. As he stepped into your reach, you lunged forwards, burying the stone in his neck before pulling it back, allowing his blood to spill forth. He staggered backwards, one arm reaching for the wall to support himself before collapsing to his knees as his other hand came up to press on the wound, blood bubbling from his lips. You turned to face the rest of the guards as they rushed in, stabbing at the hands that reached for you. Another guard drew back with a howl, a man stepping forward to take his place. You could feel the blows landing on your body, but you didn’t care. Your rage overwhelmed everything, removing the pain that had been your constant companion. You lashed out with disregard for your injured limb, arm protesting the movement. You had healed, yes, but it was not completely back to normal.

The guards began to overwhelm you, stunning you as they threw you to the floor, head bouncing against the stone. You curled into a ball, arms over your head to protect it, flashbacks of your village flying through your mind. The pain, the fear was back, overwhelming your every sense.

In your desperation, you reached for that string that seemed to lead to Geralt, taking it and wrapping it around your soul in an attempt to hide, to heal, to do what you weren’t sure. All you knew was that it had helped protect you before, had helped to take the pain away. You could almost feel his presence, it was almost as if he was standing next to you, protecting you, soothing the pain that ravaged your body. You could sense him, could sense his frustration, which quickly turned to shock and surprise. Help, you pushed at him, sending your desperation and hurt, your fear towards him.

You could feel a touch against your skin, almost as if he was embracing you, protecting you from the men who continued to rain down blows on you. You could feel your skin split under the impact, but it was quickly taken away, soothed as if a gentle cloth was washing over your skin, the pain melting away like soap washed away after bathing. You cried out as you felt your ribs snap from a kick, reaching with your mind, reaching for that thread that connected you to the Witcher. You felt him reach back, entwining your souls together as he sheltered you from the pain.

A warm feeling washed over you, filling every part of your being with a sense of belonging. It whispered to you in a low voice, let me in, I can help. You instinctively relaxed, you knew this presence. It had helped you before, and would again. As you let yourself fall into the feeling, you could feel Geralt falling with you, wrapping around each other as you went. As you fell into darkness, you could feel power surging through you. You looked for somewhere to send it, finding a shadowed figure filled with pain, hurt, blood, someone was hurt, you needed to help them. You were a healer, it was second nature for you to push the power towards it, telling it to soothe, to heal as you finally succumbed to the tug.

**~*~*~*~**

The pack had been travelling for days, having to stop everytime Geralt would falter, pain blooming across his face. The Witcher was frustrated, he was used to pain, but what he was feeling was increased tenfold. He knew why, and the thought filled him with terror. He had to push on, to find her, to protect her, there was nothing else for him to do. He needed to stop the hurt that she was experiencing, the terror that leaked through as she went through what, Geralt didn’t know.

Jaskier and Ciri had begged Yennefer to do something to help the man, to take away the pain she was feeling, but every time they asked she just shook her head, a sad look on her face before moving towards Geralt, herbs to soothe the pain in her hands. As soon as he was ready they would leave again, the Witcher determined to not let anything delay him from reaching you. On the fourth day since they had reached your house, a week and a half since he had left you initially, something changed.

Geralt felt a burst of warmth surge through him, stopping him in his tracks. “Geralt?” he distantly heard Yennefer calling his name but he was unable to respond. He was suddenly overwhelmed with fear, pain, desperation, forcing any other thought out of his head. He could feel you, could feel your presence. You were calling to him, pleading with him to save you. Blindly, he reached back, wrapping you in his presence, pulling the pain out of your body and into his.

A grunt left his mouth as his knees gave out, fingers curling into the dirt as another surge of pain came through. He could feel a hand on his arm but he couldn’t tell whose it was. He had no idea who was in front of him, where he was, what was happening, all he knew was that you were in pain and he needed to help you. Gently, he pulled your soul against his, putting his mind between yours and the pain he could feel rippling through you. You nestled against his heart; the warmth he had felt earlier was coming from you.

Do you trust me?

Of course.

He took the string that connected the two of you and wrapped it around his heart, his mind, and his soul, gently nudging at your own as he did.

Let me in, I can help.

Immediately your mind opened to him, sharing everything you were with him. Geralt paused, astounded at the trust you had immediately given to him, astounded that you had bared yourself to him so willingly. As he tied the string around you, he gently pushed at your mind, guiding you to the darkness that waited patiently below, welcoming you into its soft embrace, a space free of pain and fear. As its arms reached out to envelope you, a wave of power burst out of you, pushing Geralt back to awareness.

His eyes opened to see his pack on their knees in front of him, Jaskier holding Ciri against him as tears silently ran down her face, Yennefer with her hand on the Witcher’s arm. Slowly, he raised his head, seeing the terror in Yennefer’s eyes as he met her gaze.

“I know where she is.”

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Alien Girl P2

MOVIE: ORBIT EVER AFTER COUPLE: NIGEL X READER RATING: SEXYISH

I closed my eyes as I walked to the bay 2 window, putting my hand on the cold plastic I opened my eyes to the glimmering white room, and there on a bed sat a girl, she looked human almost,her hair was purple so it was all s long slow gradient, her skin pale as a ghost she has marks on her face like freckles, her eyes as green as emeralds and big almost too big, her lips red and broken from the sand outside, her body covered by a little dress made of what looked like cotton her large breasts obvious even with the dress on her body seemed chubby, health I would say her nails a dark purple as she moved I noticed had marks on her neck like lines or something they where on her arms too, her face confused as she looked around the room.

I didn't even need to think about it, my heart beating out of my chest unable to move my eyes from her.

I'm in love.

I smiled and tapped on the window to get her attention she turned in shock I had made her jump she saw me and looked puzzled turning her head like a cat

"Lapian? Lapian teskita" she asks her voice so sweet and soft even if I didn't understand a word of what she said "lapian! Teskita mundila" she asks worried

"Uhh it's okay, knowones going to hurt you, your safe" I said and she looked more confused

"Lapian, mundilla youki wenila" she asks as she got up coming close to me she put her hand on the window stareing at my eyes I moved so my hand was with her's the plastic window separating us she shut her eyes opening them quickly they had turned a bright purple so I moved my hand away stepping back and she looked confused moving away

"Me...help" she says confused and Lost

"What did you say?" I ask in shock how did she learn that...

"Me..help? You here help?" She asks

"Yes, I'm here to help" I nod and she smiles "how- how did you do that?" I ask she just looked puzzled I looked to my hand...maybe she learnt somehow? "Did you learn that when we?" I ask putting my hand on the window again she nodded moving to do it again her eyes again turning purple "can you hear me?" I ask

"Can you hear me?" She repeated the exact way I did

"Listen, we found you, we have to figure out what you are" I tell her

"Listen" it began repeating it exactly how I had said it her voice changing "we found you, we have to figure out what you are" she said but the voice that came out of her... Was mine.

I moved away making her puzzled her eyes going back to green

"what the fuck are you?" I ask her my back hitting the door as I moved away from her window she turned her heard watching me

"What the fuck are you?" She asks still in my voice

"Stop it!" I yell

"Stop it!" She returns

"Enough enough just stop it!" I yell

"Enough enough just stop it!" She answers still with my voice

"I'm losing my mind" I sigh

"I am losing my mind" she says

"But... That's not what I said?" I ask very confused a little scared of her

"But, that is not what I have said" she repeats

"What are you doing?" I ask her going closer curious about this girl

"What am I doing?" She asks

"Why are-" I began

"Why are you changing my words?" She interupted still in my voice

"Are we-" I began

"Are we still connected?" She says putting her hand on the window so I did I too over her hand her eyes going purple then turning back to green and she moved away

"Everytime I broke it... So you where still copying me? But why? Are you trying to learn?" I ask she didn't answer "what are you? What do you want?" I ask she tapped the window slowly

Tap tap tap

"I don't understand" I tell her she looked at the door to her isolated room then back to me and tapped her three little Taps again like a knock... "You want me to let you out?" I ask

"Not" she says

"You... want me to come in?" I ask And she nods "I can't, your in isolation I'm sorry, I know it's probably pretty scary in there, don't worry as soon as it's safe I'll let you out" I smile "I uhh have to go back now, I'll see you tomorrow miss uhh alien girl" I laugh rushing off

I yawned quickly getting up and getting in the shower making kitty jump off my bed confused today is the day I have been trying to teach the girl we found for ages but she isn't doing to good, but today we finally get to go in with her I o course was going as we spend the most time together and she never talks with my dad or my grandfather she only ever speaks to me as soon as I was nice and clean making sure I smelt nice I got dressed and ran down to isolation where my dad stood looking in her window "what is it?" I ask

"She's reading" he says

"Reading? Are you sure? She can't even talk how can she read?" I ask

"No idea... But she's been at is since I got here" he says

"How long ago was that?" I ask

"An hour or so" he shrugs "you ready?" He asks

"Course I am let me go" I laugh

"4861" he says as he went to leave

"What?" I ask

"The code for the door" he laughs climbing the stairs

"Ohhhh...thanks" I laugh, I will change that later something easier to remember, and something my grandfather won't know...not to say I don't trust him but, I don't, he's hologram screwed every other girl I've ever shown interest in I tapped her window making her look up a moment running to the window when she saw it was me I waved and she giggled

"Hilow" she smiles

"Hello" I laugh she still can't get this

"Hilow" she smiles again So I sighed going to her door and typing in the code it open and I froze... Scared of her a little.

But I opened the door and went in shutting it behind me she looked puzzled a moment

"Here?" She asks

"Here with you" I laugh going over to her she smiled poking my stomach "ow! Yeah I'm really here" I laugh she smiles holding her hand like she does on the window so I nervously connected our hands her skin was soft very soft actually her eyes went purple and I was a little frightened till she moved away, as she did I noticed her skin the lines where gone and her hair got s little shorter

"H-how did you do that?" I ask her fascinated by it

"Learn" she smiled "I is a happy, see you" she smiles

"Awe well I'm happy to see you too" I laugh sitting beside her on her little bed "so uhh... I guess I should ask what your name is" I laugh

"Name?" She asks

"Like uhh what do I call you?" I ask her

"What I call you?" She asks

"Yeah" I nod

"Pretty blondie" she giggled fiddling with my hair

"Ohhh no, not like that- I mean what do you call yourself?" I ask

"Myself?" She asked a little puzzled "Y/n" she smiled

"Y/n?" I ask and she nods "Y/n... That's very pretty" I tell her "do you really call me pretty blondie?" I ask and she nods "guess that's what happens when I don't introduce myself properly" I blush "uhh well my name's Nigel" I explain

"Nigel?" She asks and I nod "Nigel" she smiles hugging me tight resting her head on my shoulder as she held my body tightly

"Uhhhhh okay" I laugh very happy to have her snuggled with me but a little confused

"Ummm Nigel" she smirked rubbing her face against my body I moved her away much to my own annoyance

"Now Y/n, would you like to come out? See the Hovel?" I offer and she smiles hopping off the bed and running to her door very excited bouncing a little as she waited for me like s puppy almost

"Y/n? Do you have any idea what you where doing on that planet?" I ask as we sat on the kitchen table looking out the window at the vast stars and moons we both had a nutrio bar each as o know food in isolation isn't great but she wouldn't eat one unless I did too,

"Father drop" she answers

"Drop? Like he left you there?" I ask and she nods chewing her food "why?" I ask her

"Reasons" she shrugs

"What reasons?" I ask

"Grown ups, go drop alone" she says

"so... When your an adult you get dropped somewhere alone?" I ask and she nods "why?" I ask and she shrugs

"Not know" she giggled "ummm Nigel" she smiles nuzzling on my shoulder again

"Why do you like cuddling me so much? I'm not complaining! Just wondered why you do I so much?" I ask her

"Learn" she says

"Y/n?" I ask moving her away "you learn though physical contact don't you?" I ask and she nods "that's why you cuddle me so much your trying to learn?" I ask and she nods "why didn't you just say- ohh right" I laugh I blushed a little offering her my hand she smiled taking it gently her eyes going purple we sat for couple minutes just with her doing this till her eyes returned to green and she moved away "so? What did you learn?" I ask her

"I learn a words from your brain," she giggled "I learn to talk" she smiles

"You are amazing" I laugh "how did you do that?" I ask

"Uhh scan brain, copy information" she says "put in own brain" she smiles

"You are fascinating Y/n," I smile "come on I should probably get you out those old clothes," I suggest and she smiled happily following me down to my room, I'm happy I cleaned last night she giggled sitting on my bed and moving to lay down nuzzled up in my bed covers "okay, so we don't really have any girl clothes since last girl on this thing was my mum and her clothes have no hope of fitting you, so jumpsuit till we dock in port which is going to be about three weeks maybe" I explain "so here you should fit one of mine I hope" I tell her getting one of my jumpsuit and sitting it on my bed I looked around for some other clothes, I mean she can't just have a jumpsuit on she has to have something under it I turned back to check on her and she was naked just having slipped off her little dress fixing her hair as stood there her body was perfect and beautiful exactly what I imagined when I First saw her big boobs, a big butt and a cute little chubby tummy, and the thick thighs that go with having a chubby tummy a huge arse "y-your fucking beautiful" I tell her

"Language Nigel" my dad complains though the intercom

"Can you stop easdropping me and Y/n!" I complain

"It's not easdropping, it's for safety" he says

"Safety, you just wanna see if I'm having sex with her" I sigh

"Are you?" He asked

"No!" I complain turning it off so knowone can talk to me "uhhh Y/n..." I began making her stop and turn to me still naked "look you can't just wear a jumpsuit uhhh here these on under it" I tell her handing her a pair of my boxer shorts that I knew where one hundred percent clean she giggled and took them slipping them on first on me there normally pretty roomy on her they where uhh well tight half her butt fell out the back and tugged them to her waist rather then hips whefe they are meant to go they cradled her softly and she smiled wiggling in them a little where she was happy it was adorable too see her so happy I dug around trying to find her a shirt "Y/n, here you pick" I tell her and she came over to look as all my shirts are pretty much the same but the designs on them she dug around for a while till she pulled out a short I had almost forgot about it was a light yellow with a classic style bombshell girl day riding a little rocket ship

"Can I have?" She asks

"Yeah you can have that one" I smile

"For forever?" She asks

"For as long as you like Y/n" I tell her

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years

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Metallic (A Nebula Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1700

Pairing: Nebula X Reader, Platonic Rocket X Reader

Request: Loved your Nebula oneshot, I hope you'll do my request where the reader and Nebula are close friends (mostly because they're not different from each other. For example, they both had sibling issues, the only difference is that Y/N sibling died, soon after they made amends) and when she and Tony go to Earth after The Snap, and these two have tearful reunion, and the reader does it's best to cheer her up about Gamora's death, which leads to Nebula telling the reader about her feelings towards Y/N.

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a/n: Choo Choo...all aboard the angst Train! With a final destination of Fluff!

Feeling sorrow and guilt was not new to you.

You practically lived in a constant state of sorrow due to your siblings death and the guilt of fighting with them for so long before making amends right before their murder.

“[Y/n]? How are you holding up?”

You looked up from where you had been staring off into space in the bare avenger’s conference room, to see Steve looking down at you worried.

You mustered up a smile, aware that it looked forced, “Just...thinking. It’s all so… dark.” You gestured to the ash filled skyline of New York.

Steve sighed and slid into the chair next to you, looking out through the windows with you. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Since joining up with the Avengers to stop Thanos, along with your crew, the so self-proclaimed Guardians of the Galaxy, it had been a constant state of noise.

Whether it had been laughing with Rocket about stealing Bucky’s arm when he wasn’t looking, or talking to Wanda and giving her advice about her crush on Vision, there had never been silence.

Not even during the battle, when you had been stationed in Wakanda by commands from both Steve, the Captain America, and Peter, the Captain of your space crew.

You thought you knew about loss, because of your siblings death at the hands of the Skrull, but this was a new level.

You barely knew these people, and despite being Human yourself, you had never lived on Earth and had no connection to the people who lived on it, and yet...you couldn’t stop the tears and the hole in your heart at the thought of so many lives gone. Ash and dust from one simple snap of Thanos’s fingers.

“Any news?” You asked, hesitant to break the calm.

Steve knew what you were asking. Was there any news about Tony and Nebula?

You had been friends with Nebula. A secret hidden from her tyrant father. Sharing the pain of a long forgotten family and a sibling that was hard to love and harder to hate. And then becoming a member of the same space crew that her sister, Gamora, was a part of after the events on Ego.

“Thor said he got a transmission from someone named Carol last week, saying that she found them...we’re hoping she’s a friend. They should arrive sometime within the next couple days based off their coordinates.”

You tensed. A new name. An unknown variable. Nothing was the same since the Snap. You were tenser. Easier to anger and quicker to jump to conclusions.

“You think she is? You think they’re…” You couldn't put your thoughts to words. Did Steve think that Tony...that Nebula...was still alive? That this strange Carol person kept them Alive?

“I have to believe they are. I have to.” Was the muttered, gruff answer you got.

Standing up, you walked out of the conference room, leaving Steve to stare out over the grey air that had become the new normal.

“[Y/n]...” Your name, a whisper.

Turning, you saw Rocket sitting on the back of the couch in the common area...a pot in his hands, holding a small wooden branch.

You walked to stand in front of the couch, looking down at him, his tired, dead looking eyes. His hope that one day, one of the branches would begin to move, begin to speak, say the three words that would prove that he wasn’t gone for good.

It broke your heart.

“Rocket...he’s not…”

Rocket snapped at you, hands clenching tighter at the small pot, “I know that! I know...I know he’s gone...okay..”

And your tears fell in a violent storm.

Sagging onto the couch, you pushed your head into the comfort of Rocket’s chest.

His shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his own cries as quiet as possible. The pot dropping onto the cushion next to you, but you didn’t care about the dirt that went on you.

“Incoming Unknown Ariel Craft landing in Gamma Zone.”

The monotonous tone of the once lively AI FRIDAY, interrupted your cry fest with your teammate.

Sharing a look with the red eyed, weary looking Racoon. You stood and walked outside, encountering Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Steve once again, on the way.

“What is it? It can’t be...them. Can it?” You asked, barely able to hope.

Steve shook his head, incredulous, “Thor said it would take a while. If it is…”

And then you couldn’t speak anymore, because the craft landed and the bay doors opened and you were running across the field, mindless of the calls to stop coming from behind you.

“Nebula!” You screamed her name, and as the blue head whipped up to look at you, you crashed into her and brought the both of you to the ground.

“You’re okay! You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re here.” You were unaware of what you were saying as you wrapped your arms around the blue alien girl, tears once again falling as you pulled her into a tight hug, head hanging over her shoulder, not wanting this to be a dream.

“I won’t be okay if you suffocate me, [Y/n].”

Her soft voice, hidden with an emotion you couldn’t understand at the moment, broke through your haze.

Jumping apart from her, you stared in shock and fear, “I didn’t hurt you did I!?”

Nebula laughed, it was a tired, dry sound. But it was her laugh.

You sagged in relief.

“Meet Tony.” Nebula nodded over to wear Tony was receiving similar treatment from his Avenger team.

Rocket walked up to the pair of you, a wry grin on his face, “It’s nice to see a familiar face, Blueberry.”

Nebula scowled, but you could tell it held no heat behind it.

You stepped beside her and threw her arm over your shoulder, “Here, let me help you inside. You must be exhausted.”

Once inside the compound, the Avengers, plus Tony and Rocket, went to discuss what had happened on their respective ends of the fight.

You, meanwhile, kept Nebula in your room, making sure that she was okay.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable? I know being on Earth is new and all.”

Nebula waved you off, “It’s okay [Y/n]. How…” Her eyes shone with concern and uncertainty, “How are you doing? After...everything?”

Settling down and sitting beside Nebula on your bed, you sighed and dragged a hand through your hair, “It’s..a lot...It’s like losing...you know..them...all over again.” You looked into Nebula’s eyes and saw the same emotions you saw in your own everytime you looked into a mirror, sorrow and guilt. You moved closer and grabbed her hand, “I’m sorry...about Gamora…”

Nebula swallowed, hard. Her eyes never leaving yours, “I will kill my father and I won’t rest until I’m dead to reverse the horror that he has done. It’s what….It’s what Gamora would do...and even if,” You could see her struggling to get the words out, a lone tear falling from her eyes, trailing over the metal plate on her cheek, “Even if she can’t be brought back...I would rest easy knowing that I brought justice to her killer. To the man who dared call himself our father.”

The fire, the confidence, the power in Nebula filled you with a new emotion. One you couldn’t put a name to.

But you knew you liked it.

Smiling softly, you leaned against her, your hands still clasped together.

You felt her tense under you for a minute before relaxing. Her other, free hand, coming up to run through your hair. The motion soothing and calm. A parallel to the reality around you.

“[Y/n].” You hummed to show you heard her, your eyes sliding close as she continued her ministrations, “When I was up in space. Trapped in a spaceship that was running out of food and oxygen,” You gasped, eyes flying open at that bit of information. Nebula’s hand stopped for a moment before continuing and her voice along with, “When I thought I was nothing except another casualty of Thanos’s mad plan...I only thought of one thing.”

She pulled you up at that, so that you sat on her lap.

Confused, you flushed slightly at the look in her eyes.

“I thought about you. About how stupid I was for letting you go with those idiots and follow them into this goddamn mess. About your smile, your laugh, your eyes. You. And I realized I would never get the chance to tell you how I feel.”

You could barely hear her over the sudden pounding of your heart.

“This isn’t...You can’t…”

Nebula tilted her head, the light shining off the metallic parts of her, the parts that you had fought with her about so often, so long ago, claiming they were just as beautiful as the rest of her.

“I can’t? I can’t love you? I know you think of yourself as broken, [Y/n].”

Your breath caught, hitched, hiccuped. Eyes growing wet. You vaguely wondered how you hadn’t run out of tears yet.

“I think I’m broken as well. So why don’t we be broken together? And maybe...we can become a whole.”

Nebula stared deep within you, as if seeing your heart, your soul. “I love you, [Y/n].”

And you crashed against her once again.

Falling backwards onto the soft bed, your lips capturing hers. The metallic and subtle taste of oranges filling your senses.

Pulling up for air, you looked down to see the wonder and awe in her eyes, “I love you too Nebula. And I promise. I will do everything in my power to help you fix this mess. Because I want forever with you in a universe filled with laughter and happiness instead of fear and sorrow. I’m done living in the past. From now on, I live for the future, and I want you to be a part of it.”

And from the tiny smirk you got from Nebula before she pulled you back down for a kiss, you knew she understood what you were saying.

You wouldn’t leave her side.

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kellyxo1 · 5 years

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The best thing - Rami Malek Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Fluff and cute Rami!

Word Count: 2172

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''There's is your baby'' The doctor said as she pointed to the tiny human on the screen. I smiled and I felt Rami squeeze my hand. We've been ogether for 3 years now, but a baby wasn't exactly planned. I was 29 and Rami is 37, but still we haven't planned it. Still, we couldn't be more happier. I looked at Rami, and I swear I saw tears glinstering in his eyes.

''Would you like to know the gender?'' She smiled and we nodded. She moved again, and stopped, turning to look at us.

''You two are having a beautiful baby girl, congratulations!'' She beamed and wiped my 22 weeks old belly off. A girl! Rami and I always wanted a girl, but a boy is also welcome The most important thing is that the baby is healthy.

''A girl'' Rami whispered. I looked at him, and saw he had his eyes glued to the screen. I smiled and cupped his cheek, stroking it. He looked at me, and bend down to press a kiss on my lips. He pulled away, and pressed his forehead on mine.

''I love you'' He whispered. I smiled and pecked his lips.

''I love you too'' I said and he kissed my bump, before sitting back down. The doctor came back, and she handed me the ultrasound. I looked at it, as Rami got a text, probaly from one of the boys. Rami had to go shoot a couple of scenes today at Bohemian Rhapsody, and I decided to tag along, to tell the great news. The boys and lucy didn't know we were pregnant. Everytime I went to visit, I managed to cover my growing bump with an oversized sweater, or loose shirt. Rami and I also had an idea for the gender reveal party for our friends and family, so they would find out the gender.

''Love, we have to get going'' Rami snapped me out of my daze. I nodded, and he helped me get up. I put my jacket on, and we headed off to the studio.

When we arrived, everyone was probaly on a break, the perfect moment to announce it.

''Hey guys'' we said as we stood infront of them. they looked up, and saw us, but they also saw that Rami held the ultrasound picture infront of my belly. They all gasped, and Ben was the first who wrapped me in a hug. Ben and I have known eachother since pre school, and sticked together. Both went to acting school, did a couple of movies together, and now we are here.

''Congratulations you guys'' He said and went over to hug Rami. Joe, Gwilym and Lucy pulled us all in a group hug.

''Thanks guys'' I said and Rami wrapped his arms around my waist.

''What's the gender?'' Lucy asked, with a big smile on her face. She also became a very good best friend of mine, as well as the other members. Rami and I smirked at eachother, and turned back to them.

''We know, but we are throwing a gender reveal party tomorrow for you and our family, then you will know the gender'' Rami explained and they all smiled. The producer called them, and Rami was called in for make up and hair.

''I have to go babe, I'll see you tonight'' Rami said and I nodded. He kissed my lips, and stroked my belly, before heading off.

It was the next day, and everything was set in the garden for the gender reveal party. And ou family, friends, and the guys and Lucy were here. Rami and I decided to reveal the gender by popping balloons, and behind the balloons there was the gender reveal on. Ben, Gwilym, Joe and Sami, my dad, and my brother were in a line, and Lucy, my mother, Rami's mother and sister stood in line, to pop the balloons.

''Everyone ready?'' Rami shouted as everyone cheered. I held my brother's son, as I watched Sami throw the first arrow, the first one popped, but there was nothing to be seen yet. Then Rami's mother threw the second, but she missed. Third, was Joe, who also missed. Fourth was Lucy, who popped the middel one. It showed an A. We cheered and next was Gwilym, who also shot good. Then was Jasmine, who got it good again. Then Ben popped one, and it. Now we all saw a G, a S, and an L. and I think they started to guess it. For the next few arrows, the sign of IRl, was shown, and Ben threw the last one, to reveal the G.

''It's a girl!'' He shouted and everyone cheered as my mom hugged me. I felt hands creep around me, and I turned aroundto see Ben. He hugged me, and twirled me around as I giggled. After receving alot of hugs and kisses, we all went for a groups photo. Afer a couple of hours, everyone left and I was laying in bed with Rami. I had my back against the headboard, as Rami stroked my belly.

''I love her already'' He said as I smiled again, stroking my hand through his hair. ''I know we didn't plan her for now, but I do not regret it. There is no one else I would have kids with then you. I love you'' He finished. I felt the tears in my eyes, and kissed his lips.

''I love you too''

These past few months flew by. Rami finished Bohemian Rhapsody, and we were now watching it. We were not further then the beginning, until I felt a really bad cramp going through my belly. I didn't think much of it, until I heard a gasp from beside me.

''Baby. Yo-you-re water broke!'' Rami stuttered. With a confused look, I looked down to my legs, and saw indeed that my water broke! I gasped and clutched my 9 month belly as I felt a heavier cramp go through my belly again.

''Can you stand up?'' Rami asked in a panicked voice, which I think he didn't want to show. I nodded, and he helped me get up. I breathed in and out as he instructed me, before helping me to the car, and dropping the bag in the backseat. He put my seatbelt on for me, and kissed me quickly, before sitting in the driver's seat.

''Ready to have this baby?'' He asked and I nodded, giggling through the pain.

After being in labour for 3 hours, and having to push for only 5 minutes, our beautiful baby girl Shani, Grace, Jones, Said Malek was born. She was the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. She looked so much like Rami. She only had my eyes and nose.

''She's beautiful'' Rami whispered as he layed down beside me in the hospital bed, stroking her head of curls. She moved her tiny head, to the feeling of Rami's hand. I smiled and felt my heart swell with love. I watched as Rai interracted with his daughter, and the smile never fanished from his face.

''You wanna hold her babe?'' I asked as he nodded. He carefully grabbed her from my arms, and he adjusted himself to the cushions of the hospital bed. He held his finger out, and she immidiatly grabbed on it.

''I love you so much'' He whispered to her, and kissed her forehead. I felt tears in my eyes, and I layed my head on his shoulder. He looked at me, with the same smile on his face he had minutes ago.

''And I love you too. So so much'' I kissed his lips, whispered the words back and watched as he interract with our daughter.

There was a knock on the door, and a nurse came in.

''There are some friends for you'' She smiled and we nodded. The door opened, and Lucy, Ben, Joe and Gwilym came in.

''Oh my god she's beautiful'' Lucy said as she kissed my cheek, hugging Rami, and looking at Shani. All the other's congratulated us, and everyone had their turn holding her, and now it was Ben's turn. Lucy handed her to him, and he carefully cradled her to his chest. Rami tightened his grip on my shoulder, and I saw him smile, as he saw his friends connect with his baby girl.

''Her middle name is Jones. Shani, Grace, Jones, Said Malek'' Rami said as Ben perked up, smiling like a maniac. I saw tears form in his eyes, and he slowly walked over to us. He handed her over to me, and carefully pulled me in a hug. He kissed my cheek, before hugging Rami as well.

Shani is now 1 week old, and Rami and I had an interview for our movie we shot months ago, before I got pregnant, but we decided to wait until the baby was born, to start interviews. Rami suggested to bring Shani with us, to finally show her to the world. Rami was strapping her in her little cute pink elephant carseat, which he got from his mother. I rubbed our dog Bailey goodbye, and headed to the car. When I approached the car, I saw Rami lightly stroking Shani's little head, and I smiled. He was so happy to be the father of this beautiful child, and so was I as a mother.

''Are you ready?'' I asked, resting a hand in his shoulder, he turned around, and put a finger to his lips. I giggled and smiled at Shani, as she twitched, before settling down, and continueing sleeping. She looked so cute in her Daddy's Princes outfit. Rami looked a me, and smiled, kissing my lips.

''I love you'' He whispered. I smiled and said it back, before we climbed in the car, and headed to the Graham Norton Show.

''It's wonderful to see you two, after almost 9 months'' Graham began as Rami, me, James Mcavoy sat on the bright red couch.

''Yeah, it's been too long, but we've had these past 9 months something really great happened in our lives'' I said as Rami squeezed my hand, knowing he felt the same.

''I saw that you just had a baby. I must say she's absoultely beautiful'' Graham noted as a picture of Shani, me and Rami was put onthe big screen, an half hour after she was born. The audiance awwed, and James congratulated me. I know him for years, and we've worked on a couple of movies together.

''Thank you so much'' Rami said with the same smile on his face when Shani was born.

''We actually took her with us, she's backstage'' I said as one of the producer's carried the pink carseat to us. I thanked her, and I took the car seat, setting it with the back to the audience. Rami carefully took her out of her carseat, and cuddled her close to his chest. The audience once again awwed, and I smiled as Shani opened her little beautiful blue eyes.

''She looks so much like Rami it's quite unbelievable'' Graham smiled as he cooed the baby. Shani smiled and I giggled as she tried to grab his hands.

''You can hold her if you like'' Rami suggested. He handed her to Graham, and he sat back down on his stool with Shani on his lap.

''How did you actually tell Rami you were pregnant, (Y/N)?'' Graham asked.

''Well I found out when I was almost 2 months pregnant, because I felt sick and I thought I was getting a fever, so I suggested to also buy a pregnancy test, which I thought it would be false alarm, so when I got home I took 3 tests and they came out positive. I was completely over the moon, and I couldn't wait to tell him until he came home earlier that everning so I decided to visit him on the set. I quickly bought a cute little box where the tests could fit in, so I hurried to the set, and saw he was shooting Live Aid. So the first thing when he was on a break, I decided to hand him the box and he panicked cause he thought he forgot our anniversary'' I giggled, and so did everyone else. He playfully nudged me, and we laughed. Graham first handed Shani to us, but I gave her to James as he happily took her. ''But I assured him it was not that so he opened the box and found the tests and he was shocked. I thought oh my god. He dropped the box and I saw tears appear in his eyes, and he shot up and pulled me in a tight hug. He kissed me and ran to the set, and I heard him scream that he was gonna be a dad'' I finished and the audience clapped. He kissed me cheek, and James handed Shani to me.

''That is something definitly would do'' Graham joked as I laughed.

Sorry for the crappy ending, but it came to mind

Requests are open!

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mithrilnen · 5 years

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1. the moment you realized they are your bias Namjoon: not today als er ins Bild gegangen ist mit der roten Hose und dann bei den Parts (denial phase) dann als ich mir bts crack und baepsae angesehen habe wusste ich dass er mein Spirit Animal ist. Yongguk: als ich damals das erste Mal going crazy & i remeber gehört habe. Seine Stimme hat mich so tief berührt & ich war legit instant hooked. loveatfirstsight

2. are they your ultimate bias? Namjoon: no Yongguk: yes, forever

3. have there been others before them? other biases in their bands? No. Other Ultimate? Lee Joon for 2 months lmaoo

4. who threatens their title? who is your bias wrecker? no one. Not Namjoon and ofc not Yongguk.

5. first impression of them DASISTNICHTRAPMONSTER whothefisthisandwhydoesithurt

6. the sweetest thing they have done everything they do is the cutest thing

7. a moment that made you cry when he talked abt how bts got together and how they nearly broke up. when i saw the hate he gets. It breaks my heart. When he first talked about his mental illness. When he released 4:44. When he went to army. When i read the letter to his fans. When he said his grandpa died. When he talked about how tshit treated him and the band. When he talked about his past

8. something they did that made you laugh namjoon is a clown fiesta and i love it everytime he cracks a dumb joke or when he dropped that egg and was like “oh:(“

9. favorite appearance on a show i dont watch shows. for music shows probs everyone

10. favorite performance EVERY SINGLE ONE

11. pick 3 favorite looks they wore not today mv look, 2018 w that brown hair and suit, all his looks after that afro thing he is the most gorgeous human on earth (despite rieke) - but longer hair is best.

12. pick 3 things you like the most about them smile, character, talent SMILE, character, talent i like everything about them

13. something you have in common with them mentalillnesslmaooo character traits, ansichten, interessen, hobbies, mental connection? Dunno. Thinking? goddessofdestruction, interests, traits, thinking

14. something that reminds you of them specific songs. jokes. videos. Idk.

15. who do you like to see them interactive with the most? their fans, family, friends and band members

16. if you had the opportunity to tell them something what would it be? i wont write that down here.

17. what gift would you give them? i dont like materialistische gifts. I like gifts with a meaning - maybe a letter or a mixtape. something that reminds me of them. a book? My eternal love Lol

18. have you ever seen them perform live before? no

19. a concept you would like to see them do (again) i love their current concepts

20. do you have a mutual who shares the same bias? n o

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stevesharrlngtons · 6 years

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hey.

steve harrington x reader

summary: he was such a staple piece in your life, that as a child and young teen, you never saw your life without him. late night promises and pinky swears were made in blanket forts that you two would be friends until the day the sun burned out in the sky. it was just a given that’d he be there, that you never worried about the two of you drifting apart or being separated. he promised he’d always be there, and you had believed him. you now corrected yourself, foolishly believed him.

word count: 5.4k

a/n: holy shit? chapter nine! 38,000 words later and it’s done!!! this is such a sentimental piece for me. i started working on this in november, right after st2 was released, and was just writing it for myself to read. but as time went on, i was four chapters in and decided i wanted to share it with other people. posting your writing online is terrifying, even if you do it all the time. so posting this, which i consider my baby in a way, was super scary. but i’m really happy i did. i’m glad that the few people i reached with story, really really enjoyed it. everytime i get a message saying that someone loves this story it always brightens my mood. for those of you who have been there from the beginning or just found this story, thank you for all your love and support! i love you all. i know i mainly write for billy now, but thank you for sticking around anyway! hopefully i can get some inspo for more steve in the future. my love for him and joe is not gone, so here’s hoping! and if you are still here, thank you for your patience while i took the time to write this, i hope it is enjoyable and worth the wait.

here is chapter nine, please let me know what you think! and thank you for letting me share this story with you!

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chapter xi

The next morning you woke to your pillowcase cemented to your cheek from died spit, and a splitting headache. Remnants of last night were coming to you in bits and pieces but nothing too concrete.

Shit. Concrete.

The pain from your skinned knees started to become prominent, and your eyes felt red and puffy. Fragments of conversations came and went in your head. You vaguely remembered a fight with Derek, then Jonathan tucking you in, but everything else was a blur. You glanced towards your alarm clock, the red numbers brighter than usual, reading 11:46 AM. You sighed and placed your head back on your pillow in a huff. As you did, you started to feel all the old makeup, sweat and blood that caked your skin. As much as you just wanted to lay in bed all day waiting for the screwdriver in your head to dislodge itself, a shower was definitely needed.

Peeling yourself up from your sheets, you trudged your fatigued legs towards the bathroom, and once you were inside, the mirror above the sink was anything but forgiving. Black smudges painted your face, forgotten tear tracks in their wake. Your hair was knotted and matted, and your eyes were bloodshot to hell.

Rolling your eyes and shrugging, you discarded your wrinkled clothes, got into the shower and turned the water on to a blistering heat. Standing under the stream, you ran your hands slowly over your face, breathing in the already accumulating steam. The water soothed your tense muscles and eased your headache, and you were starting to feel human again. But as you calmed, more memories came up. Derek’s harsh words, calling Jonathan, making up with Jonathan, telling him you were in love with Steve, weeping after Jonathan left your room. You tried to push the thoughts to the side, they were causing your stomach to ache and your head spin. Right now, you needed to focus on shedding the layer of grime you had accumulated over the past twenty-four hours.

When you were sufficiently clean, you turned off the faucet and climbed from the bathtub, taking the two towels from under the sink and wrapped one around your hair and the other around your torso. At your vanity, you wiped away some steam that clung to the mirror with your hand, revealing a window of your broken, tired self.

Your head was still throbbing and your skin felt like sandpaper, so in the fruitless effort to make yourself feel better, you put on a face mask. Wiping the green goopy substance on your face, you were officially turning into the Hulk for the next fifteen to twenty minutes.

With nothing but your mask and towels, you went downstairs to get a cup of much needed coffee and possibly a slice of toast if your mother had been to the store. Thankfully she had. So, with two pieces of bread in the toaster and coffee brewing, you debated calling Jonathan. Not to harass him to pick you up in the middle of nowhere, but to thank him for the night before. You could be a fun drunk or emotional one, there was no in between. And last night you had definitely been emotional. If anyone was best equipped to take care of you in that state, it was Jonathan. But you would always call the next day with a load of apologies and appreciations and promises of a donut and David Lynch at a later date.

As you buttered your toast, you wondered if donuts and Lynch were enough to mend this wound? Not only yours but Jonathan’s as well. You both had been sucked under the Harrington and Wheeler ray of false feelings, but you always had a thicker skin than him. Maybe not when it came to Steve, but you would still put on your best face when you would inevitably console Jonathan about this situation.

Just as you were crafting the words you were going to say to your best friend, the phone started to ring. Thinking that it was Jonathan with some newly achieved ESP, you paused eating your toast and went to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“How’s it hanging?” The unexpected voice asked.

“Perry?” You furrowed your brows, surprised he was calling.

“Yeah, you expecting someone else or something?” He chuckled.

“Well, kind of. But this is a happy interference.” He laughed again.

“Dad ran out for the afternoon, so I thought I’d see how things have been.”

You laughed humorlessly under your breath, “Things have been things. How about you?”

“Things have been things?” Perry repeated with skepticism.

“Yeah, things have been things.” You sighed and shook your head.

“Fuck that cryptic shit, how have you really been?” His tone grew serious.

“Just drop it, okay? How are you?” You tried to push past his question.

“I asked for first. Now tell me, (Y/N/N).”

You leaned your head on the wall next to the phone and shut your eyes to have a brief moment of clarity before you told Perry what was happening. You couldn’t lie to him. You had that weird sibling connection that could always detect a lie.

“Remember Steve? Steve Harrington?” You said slowly.

“Yeah, last I heard he was dead to you.”

“Well a lot has happened since then.”

“Like?” Perry asked.

“Like, I sorta, kinda, maybe fell in love with him? And I thought he loved me, which he didn’t and it broke my heart. I don’t know…A lot can happen in a month…” You crinkled your forehead. You hated how naïve and young you sounded.

“How the hell did this happen?” Perry was trying to keep his anger at bay, but it was still peaking through.

“We ran into each other at a party, he had just broken up with his girlfriend and I guess I felt guilt or pity, I’m still not sure... He was sad and even though I hated him, I still cared about him, y’know? So, we ended up spending more time together after that and one thing led to another and I dumbly fell for him. He made it seem like he felt the same way. Trust me on that, he was very forward with saying how much he liked me. But I was scared. Scared because all the asshole men in my life, present company included, have screwed me over.” It was a low blow to Perry, but he knew how much his leaving hurt you. This wasn’t anything new. “So, I told him I needed the weekend to think about if I was really ready to be in a relationship, he was totally against it. Wanting me to stay and telling me all this shit, but I knew I needed some time. I thought about it a lot and talked with mom and realized that I really did want to be with him. When I went to tell him, I caught him with his ex, so…”

Perry was silent on the other end for a long moment.

“Steve Harrington did this? Are you sure?” He asked.

“Why the hell would I lie, Per?” You rolled your eyes.

“That just, I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like him.”

“A lot has changed around here. We aren’t playing superheroes in the backyard and drinking Yoohoo, anymore. It’s been years since you saw him.” You toyed with the telephone chord as you spoke.

“Yeah but he was so into you when we were kids. I always thought something would happen with you guys. I always told him he had my blessing. He seemed really thankful for that.” Perry said nonchalantly.

“This is new fucking news to me.” You said straightening your posture.

“What? He was a nice kid and you two were attached at the hip! I told him when you were like ten that if he ever wanted to be with you, I was okay with it.”

“So, even through all the shit talking I’ve done for the past few years, you always thought that we would end up together?” You scoffed.

“Yeah, I always figured it was just hormones or something.” You could practically hear him shrugging on the other end.

“Hormones? Are you fucking kidding me?” You roared.

“See! Right there! Fucking hormones!” Perry said.

“I’m going to kick your ass, I swear.” You mumbled.

“Try me!” Perry laughed, but stopped when you didn’t join in.

And when you stayed silent on the other end, he knew he needed to step up his big brother duties.

“Whether it sounds like him or not, he’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve you. If I was there I’d beat the shit out of him and revoke my blessing! I would!” This earned a laugh from you and Perry knew he’d done his job.

“If you were here, I might have to take you up on that.” You sadly smiled.

“But I’m not. So what are you going to do, kid?”

“Mope, get over it. Move on.” You sighed.

“Fuck that!” Perry scoffed, “You need to tell that asshole off! Who does he think he is?”

He always knew how to work you up.

“He made you love him twice! Not once, but twice! Fool you once, shame on you, but fool you twice…”

“Shame on him.” You said tightly.

“Exactly. You need to make him feel like shit. You need some good old fashioned revenge.” Perry cursed.

“You know what? You are so right!” You nodded dramatically.

“Steve fucking Harrington doesn’t get to march into people’s lives just to destroy them! I need to tear him a new one!” Perry was putting you over an open flame, and the more he spoke, the more you bubbled over with anger.

“Now there’s the (Y/L/N) in you! Go tell that fucker off!” He cheered.

“I’m gonna!” You raged. “I’m going to go now before all this anger and hype wears off.”

“Yes! Call me when you’re home and describe his tears, okay?”

“Deal.”

Hastily, you had ran up the stairs, wiped off your mask and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. Your hair was still mostly damp and you looked an absolute hungover mess, but you had just enough momentum and energy to drive over to the Harrington residence. Thank God your mother had left her car this time she had gone out of town, because walking in the freezing weather would have no doubt made you turn back and sulk in your bedroom.

You had a lead foot on the gas pedal as you vibrated with anger. Your music loud enough to cover your insane rambles as you whipped around corners and California breaked at stop sighs. Soon, Steve’s house was coming into view, and your adrenaline was spiking.

The car lurched as you came to a quick stop. You yanked on your emergency break and took the keys from the ignition, the music cutting out and leaving you in a tizzy of silence. Upon exiting the car, your nerves began to set in. The cold attacked your damp hair and sent a chill through your bones. The cloudy Indiana sky was creating a grey mood that made you think that the universe was trying to warn you.

Turn back.

It isn’t worth it!

You don’t want to hurt him, you love him!

And yet, your legs did not stop as you stomped your way through the morning dew on the Harrington’s grass and approached his front steps. The large double doors seemed taunting and terrifying, but you paid no mind to this as you slammed your fist hard on the wood, your other hand relentlessly ringing the doorbell.

The surface for your fist to hit was ripped away so fast, you almost pounded Steve in the chest, but your arm stiffened when you saw him standing in front of you.

You did the best to ignore the flutter of your heart at the sight of his bed head and astonished gaze. This wasn’t the time to falter, this wasn’t the time for weakness.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? I was just about to come over and see you.” Steve said in a gentle voice.

This was half true. He had woken up at nine, gotten dressed, driven to your house, had a panic attack when he arrived, then came home and decided he needed more sleep before he confronted you. Even with being up all night trying to craft what he was going to say to you, nothing seemed good enough. Steve had wronged you before, and with you thinking he had again, that was how he was going to have to approach you. And it terrified him. It wasn’t going to be easy.

“I have some things to say to you, Steve Harrington!” You boomed, moving you arms down to your sides stiffly.

“I, um, me too.” Steve said, nodding.

“I want you to know that you are a two timing, pig! Who I hate by the way! You manipulative, piece of shit!” You screamed in his face, pointing an accusatory finger in his face.

Steve just stared at you and said nothing. These words were all expected. He was surprised you hadn’t called him anything much worse.

“You come back into my life and make yourself seem like I’m your savior! You make me let you in, you made forget all the rules I had set up- that you fucking made me set up in the first place! You make me fall in love with you and you fucking make me believe you loved me too! Just to see you feeling up Nancy Wheeler in the school parking lot? You are a Class A asshole, Harrington! I hope you rot!” Steve was sure by the decidable of your voice, that you had drawn attention from all of his neighbors by now.

After your speech, you stood on his doorstep, heaving with an enraged look on your face, your body slightly tilted forward. It must have happened sometime during your heated words and violent hand gestures.

“Can I speak now?” Steve asked calmly.

“No! I don’t- no! You can’t. I’m leaving. I have nothing left to say.” You said, going to turn around.

But ever the rule breaker, Steve spoke, “Nancy and I aren’t together. She saw us the night you left when she was coming to get some of her things. Monday we were just talking… mostly about how much I love you. I told her that we are soulmates and she agreed. We lost track of time and when I realized it, I freaked. She told me to wait for you, but you never showed.”

As Steve explained, he stepped closer to you. You were still fuming, but Steve could see the subtle changes in your face as he spoke. But he knew you wouldn’t let your guard down just yet, and he didn’t expect you too.

“I called your house and your mom cursed me to hell and back. I waited the rest of the day in the parking lot, hoping you would show but you never did. I thought, I don’t know… that you decided you didn’t love me after all. That’s why I stayed away. I thought you were avoiding me because you couldn’t face me after realizing that feelings were only on my end. It wasn’t until Jonathan showed up here last night to scream at me, that I connected all the dots.” He was in front of you now.

The information he was telling you was making your resolve of anger and revenge dissolve. Your mind felt like a static television screen, you couldn’t think or act- just listen.

“But that’s why I didn’t call or come to your window or bang on your door and fight off your mother. Because I couldn’t bear the idea of you telling me to my face you didn’t love me. It happened with Nancy and it broke my heart, but with you,” Steve placed a hand on your frozen cheek, “I would die. The pain would consume me, and I knew I would never be the same again. Because I love you, (Y/N). And you’ve got to believe me when I say that, and that I always have.”

Your jaw was tense as tears brimmed your eyes. You were hesitant and apprehensive to believe the sweet words he was crooning to you. It all seemed a little too good to be true. And you didn’t know what to think in this moment. Expect about how much you wanted everything Steve said to be the honest to God truth.

“How can I know? Because you have to understand my side of this too, Steve. You have to put yourself in my shoes.” You said sadly, a giant contrast from your tone just minutes earlier.

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” Steve’s other hand now made its home on your other cheek, “Trust me when I say that you are the only one for me. From now until forever. We will be the testament that movie love exists, our kids will know true love because we will be the example! And you will be my best friend from now until the end of time, because I will never let you go again, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I love you. And I know its going to take time for us to rebuild, but it’ll be worth the wait.”

If you thought his words weren’t completely truthful, you knew by his eyes that he was. It was clique, but the eyes were the window to the soul, and Steve’s was screaming at you that this was real.

But that didn’t mean it scared you any less.

“Steve, I,” Your breath hitched.

Both of your eyes were glassy, Steve’s nose was inches from yours as he begged you silently to say everything he had been wanting to hear since childhood. He had just cut himself open to you, bleeding in front of you in the vain of forgiveness. He was in a vulnerable state and he needed your kiss for comfort and reassurance.

“I need a minute��” You gasped quietly, stepping out of Steve’s grip.

Before his hands felt like weights, keeping him grounded to the only thing that mattered to him, but when you stepped back, they fell from your skin like feathers. He felt like he could hear his heart breaking.

“But, I��” Steve choked out.

“So much has changed in just the past ten minutes, let alone the past month! I feel like I have whiplash.” You breathed heavily.

All of this was hard to digest. You had just been on the phone with your brother, plotting the best way to cut off Steve’s balls; but then this happened? Steve’s sincere words and heartfelt glances. It felt like you were spinning.

“I feel like I’m in a Twilight Zone episode or something…” You heaved, placing your hands in your hair, trying to find a way to ground yourself.

“Like, I came over here to tell you to never speak to me again and you just threw a huge wrench into that!” You rambled, Steve’s face was sullen as you did.

“This has to be more than a crazy misunderstanding, right? This has to be a sign or something?” You felt like your air way was going to close off as you spoke manically. You had never been this flustered in your life.

“Why can’t this be the sign? Why can’t Jonathan coming to me last night and you showing up here this morning be the sign? Or who cares if it is or if it isn’t! Because at this point, frankly, I don’t.” Steve said back to you.

“We have been in this round about for years, (Y/N). Getting close to our happily ever after, but always missing the exit. This,” He motioned between you two, “This is the exit. This is the moment where we decided to go out separate ways, or finally just be happy. To be in love with each other.”

You let a shaking breath and stared at the broken boy in front of you. He was right, this was the exit. This was one of the pivotal moments in your life that would set the course for everything. Drive off into the sunset or let your fears and haunted memories send you for the hills.

Steve was offering you a grand gesture, he was saying life is a fact, that people do fall in love. And you knew that was true, but you were still scared. A stupid feeling you were sick of always coming up.

“Steve, I’m such a mess… look at me today! And this past week. I just spiral and I just…” You shook your head as your throat choked up.

You wanted to give him one last out.

“I don’t care, I don’t care! When has it ever seemed like I did? I want you, all of you. I know you, every part, every chapter, every subsection and footnote. I have the PhD in you! I love you, nothing else matters. I know I hurt you. I know Jonathan and Perry and your dad have too. I know they fucked up. I know I did, too. But I am going to work every day for the rest of our lives showing you that I will never hurt you again. I can’t lose you, and I’ll do everything I can to prove that. You just have to let me.”

Steve’s words made your knees weak and your stomach flip. He really did love you. With tears peeking from your eyes and gracing your cheeks so said sweetly, “Really?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a small smile, “Really.”

And you believed him. You believed every word he was saying because your heart wouldn’t let you not. You loved him, and he loved you. You were ready to exit.

You took a stride towards him and slotted your lips with his. It took Steve no time at all to fall into your kiss, his hands flying to your waist as you gripped his neck. He was ready to stop wasting time and to make up for every kiss he was too afraid to give and every chance he had missed. The kiss made you feel electric, the cold fall air no longer affecting you. Steve was enough to keep you warm in this instant, and you guessed, for many times after this one. His lips felt like they were made for yours as you kissed him with passion and meaning. Steve pulled you as close as he could, wanting every section of his body to know you were there, that you were finally his. His heart had mended itself in no time and was working overtime beating out of his chest as he licked your lips and your nails grazed the nape of his neck.

Breaking apart briefly to catch your breath, you laid your forehead against Steve’s. His eyes were still shut as he stroked your sides and grinned wider than you had ever seen. You thought he looked so classically beautiful in this moment and smiled too.

“Steve,” You whispered, unable to hold back you words any longer.

He opened his eyes and separated just enough from you, so he could look you in the eyes.

“I love you, too.” You spoke softly.

You finally had said it. Not to Jonathan, your mother, or your mind. Finally, to the person who desperately needed to hear it. The second you said it, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder. One that had settled itself there over years of repression and grief.

“Good.” Steve said, laughing lightly and you joined in.

You rested your forehead to his collarbone and he pulled you flush to his body. Steve couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, and he knew you couldn’t either. He was about to speak, when he felt something hit his head.

You pulled away and you both looked up and saw rain start to sprinkle down and hit your skin.

“This couldn’t get more cliché.” You shook your head playfully, looking back at Steve who was looking up at the sky with a happy expression.

“I told you,” He said, looking back down at you now as well, “Just like Holly and Paul.”

And as he kissed you again, rain falling all around you, you swore you could hear Moon River ringing in your ears.

It was cliché, perfect, and somehow, just like the movies.

It was all thanks to Steve Harrington.

Six Months Later

You stood outside the banquet hall, cigarette between your fingers as you watched the ash fall to your feet. You were leaning against a brink wall and listening distantly to the muffled pop music that was playing inside.

It was Dustin Henderson’s Bar Mitzvah, and you and Steve had been asked to be in attendance.

You had been his babysitter throughout your high school years, and always had a fondness for the curly headed kid. And when you were both roped into the police station on behalf of a giant monster and an evil lab, it caused you two to grow closer. You cultivated a protective nature over him, and even after his mom decided he was too old to be babysat, you would still drive him anywhere he needed if he called and asked. During some of these drives over the past six months, Steve had tagged along, and Dustin had grown to enjoy his company. Which earned you both not only an invite, but seats at the birthday boy’s table.

The night was a good time. Steve was in a great mood, chatting with Dustin and his friends, and even Nancy and Jonathan a bit- The four of you have reconciled nicely after you and Steve got together. Throughout the night, Steve’s hand was either around the back of your chair, fingers brushing over your bare arm, or planted on your thigh. You loved his soft lovely touches and how he always insisted on giving them to you in public.

After the kiss, that was now known as infamous to you, your mother, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and anyone else who desired to hear your story, you and Steve had started dating. Confessions of undying love and eternal happiness weren’t swept under the rug or forgotten after that night. Yet, they were choice reminders of how devoted you were to each other. You couldn’t imagine not being together after something like that.

And things were great, and every possible synonym of the word. It was strange at first, to be so happy with the person you had always wanted, but now it felt like second nature. It didn’t feel weird to plan your future to together or look into housing options for you two when you went off to college. It was an agreed upon thing, both verbally and nonverbally, that neither of you planned on losing the other anytime soon- if ever.

You had found the love of your life, your soulmate. Some people never had a great love, let alone found the person they were supposed to end up with. And you had gotten lucky on both fronts. For some, this all would seem far too soon, the two of you were only eighteen. But the road to you two still felt like an eternity. You both had had enough waiting in that regard, so no moment was gone unappreciated or taken for granted. You were both just excited to have a lifetime of memories to make with each other.

“I wondered where you slinked off, too.” A voice said a little ways away.

“Just needed a minute.” You said holding up the hand with your cigarette in it, turning to watch Steve approach you.

“I would have snuck out here with you, y’know?” He smiled, leaning his shoulder against the brick when he reached you.

“You were chatting, I didn’t want to pull you away.” You replied.

“I missed you,” You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes at his remark, “I did! When you’re not next to me, I feel like half a person.”

“You are so cheesy.” You shook your head, your grin widening.

“Yeah, but you love it.” Steve smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You sighed dreamily, turning to your adorable boyfriend.

You went to drop your cigarette, but Steve caught your wrist, taking the small smoke from your fingers and inhaling deeply before stomping it out himself. He blew the smoke over your shoulder before stepping closer.

You placed your hands on his chest and migrated one of them of his thin tie to smooth it.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Steve said under his breath as he watched you.

In gentle moments like this, Steve could only stop and stare at you. And thank the universe and every God in existence that you were his. In these moments, sometimes his overloading thoughts of adoration would slip out.

You looked up at his through your lashes and blushed, moving forward to bury your face in his chest. Something you often did when Steve would swoon over you.

“Wait,” Steve said, catching your cheeks before you could nuzzle into him.

“What?” You asked.

Steve looked down at you, pink cheeks and small dainty smile. It felt like he needed to take a beat and memorize this quiet moment, music humming in the background and your happy, tranquil expression. He was a giant sap when it came to you and he made no effort to hide it, but sometimes, when your beauty astounded him in such a way that made his knees weak, he kept to himself. He didn’t let these thoughts slip out, he just wanted silent reminders for himself about how wonderful you really were.

“I love you.” He said, moving slowly to your lips.

“Mm, I love you, too.” You said, smiling growing as Steve placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Ready to go back in?” Steve whispered to your lips after he pulled away.

He silently hoped you would opt for a French exit so you two could fool around in the backseat of his car, but then you would both miss the little trick up his sleeve.

“For a bit longer, we haven’t seen the chair dance yet, and I know Dustin would kill me if he was up there and didn’t see us singing along and smiling.” You said, moving your hand up to your cheek to take Steve’s and hold it down by your side.

“Okay, let’s go back in.” Steve nodded.

He shifted your hands so he could lace his fingers between yours and you both headed back to the entrance. As you rounded the corner and got closer to the double doors, the music became clearer, and you noticed the song change to a familiar one.

“Oh my god! You are so cheesy.” You stopped in your tracks, laughing.

“What? This wasn’t me. Dustin loves this song.” Steve feigned innocence.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure he loves the Carpenters.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Well, this sure is a coincidence. We better head in so we can appreciate it.” Steve said as you watched try to hide his knowing smile.

“Fine.” You said dramatically, and Steve began to pull you inside.

“Actually,” You stopped him, changing your mind, “Let’s appreciate it from here.”

You closed the small gap between you, setting your hands on Steve’s shoulders as his instinctively were placed on your waist.

He smirked, “Who’s cheesy now?”

“Still you, but I have my moments.”

“I guess I’m rubbing off on you.” Steve puffed out his chest as you two slowly swayed and you laughed.

“Yeah, I would say so.”

A comfortable silence fell after that, as you were pulled closer to Steve as you danced, swaying to the soft beat of Close To You. Steve knew that it may not been playing at your wedding, but for now, he knew it was enough.

Because obviously, he would make it up to you later. He was going to make sure that this song was the song you first danced after you both said I Do’s.

And like the silent language lovers have, you knew this too.

And you were looking forward to it.

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