#n it didn't work. But now I have a solution that has been saving my ass

[bellflower-goat]

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#man I was worried for the new semester cause in last one I was very close to failing #and I always forgot abt important assignments n he n I didn't know what to do I had a list I had reminders #n it didn't work. But now I have a solution that has been saving my ass #so I got a phonec.ase that's trasparent and I not all important shit in clourful post-its #n arrange em in the back of my phone n just pop the case back in n #and now if I leave my pho.ne in a counter or something it's a colorful little reminder n it's lovely #just. I'm happy that I did find a solution for it c: #Oh and also! I found a way to avoid getting overwhelmed in class n it's working wonders as well n I'm just :] #I'm very happy cause I really like learning shit n writing stuff for hours but the noise was always what made it hell #n now if shit starts getting too noisy I'll just pop my headfones in n play that cosm.o sheldr.ake album w a #fuckton of bird songs n it'll help calm me dow n just. :]

[keerysfreckles]

omg i just rewatched mamma mia. what about luke as sam and the reader (child of apollo) as donna. like luke doesn’t turn to kronos but him and the reader break up so she disappears off the face of the earth (aka she runs off to greece). thalia’s tree somehow gets poisoned and the oracle sends luke, percy, and annabeth to go look for the camp’s former best healer. they reach a remote greek island and find the reader there, working as the local nurse/healer (and if you want, they also find out she has a little baby girl, sophia aka sophie 🤭 lmao luke and reader as teen parents). so much angst lol

the name of the game — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, HEAVILY based on mamma mia (my fav movie ever), angst angst angst!!!!!!

a/n: i literally watched mamma mia here we go again today i love both movies with all my heart ALSO THE PJO SZN FINALE???????? HELLO?????????????

masterlist !

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y/n l/n didn't plan on leaving camp half-blood.

she didn't plan on leaving her siblings and close friends, and her boyfriend. well, now ex boyfriend.

that was too complicated for her to even understand. one moment luke wanted everything to do with her. he wanted to be around her 24/7, and show how much he appreciated her. but recently he got distant, and wouldn't explain why.

y/n hated confrontation, so she decided to just ditch camp all together after the couple officially split less than 24 hours ago. she doubted anyone would go looking for her.

oh how wrong she was.

annabeth chase and percy jackson were on a hunt for luke castellan.

they were given direct orders from chiron to find the child of hermes. neither of them dared to question the centaur, making them search for luke as quick as they could.

annabeth's shoudlers dropped in relief once they came across luke. he was practicing his sword work against a dummy made out of hay and old fabric.

"do you have any idea why chiron would send us looking for you?" annabeth was straight to the point. percy was standing beside her, just as determined to get answers.

luke shrugs, "is there another new camper?"

percy shakes his head, "he seemed pretty urgent about it. you might want to follow us back to the big house."

the trio walked in silence back through the woods and through the cabins until they got to the big house. chiron was waiting for them anxiously at the end of the steps.

"thank you percy, annabeth," chiron thanks them for finding luke. "i'm not sure if you three are aware, the camp may be in danger. thalia's tree has been poisened. we aren't sure how or why, but all we need is the solution. a healer."

chiron looked towards luke when he finished his statement.

"again, i'm not sure if you're aware that y/n of apollo cabin has been missing since late last night."

all three have different expressions of shock on their face. luke however is mostly hurt. he couldn't believe y/n would just run off like that. he wondered if it was from the argument they had.

"i'm sending you three to go find her, and bring her back safely in order for her to save the tree and the camp," chiron instructs.

"we don't even know where she went," luke points out.

"yeah, she could be anywhere in the world," percy adds.

annabeth looks between the two boys, "wasn't she saying how if she could get away for the weekend she'd go to greece?" she ends her observation while looking at luke.

the boy quickly nods, "yes. she always loved the idea of," he pauses and his voice gets quieter, "running away to greece together."

after a moment, chiron speaks again. "so it's settled. you three will go search for y/n, daughter of apollo, and bring her back to camp to heal thalia's tree and save the camp. good luck to you all."

—

"we've been in this boat for hours," percy groans.

annabeth stops steering the large boat as luke stops tying a rope. they both turn to him.

"we've been on the water for maybe twenty minutes seaweed brain," annabeth teases.

"wait," luke walks closer to the younger campers, "if your dad's poseidon, why can't you just push us all under water through like an air bubble?"

"it would look a little suspicious if three teenagers showed up to an island with no boat and dry clothes," annabeth mentions, making luke's idea sink to the bottom of the ocean.

luke speaks up again, "what if y/n doesn't come back to camp with us?"

annabeth and percy don't have an exact answer for luke. that only makes him worried this quest won't work out in their favor.

"we'll cross that bridge when we get there," annabeth responds. "right now we just have to get to greece."

—

after docking their own boat at the port of athens, the trio was quick to buy three tickets for the local ferry. annabeth grabbed a map as luke and percy were trying to figure out the best method for finding y/n.

they agreed to search all the islands as quick as humanly possible. they'd ask locals if they knew of a strong healer, and if any of them were given an answer that resembled the idea of y/n living there, they'd know to check that island.

after searching through three and a half different islands, getting on and off multiple ferries, and still with no luck of finding the apollo girl, the trio was debating on giving up. until annabeth looked at the map again. she mentioned to luke and percy about one more island where y/n might be. it was much smaller so they could search more thoroughly.

it was almost sunset once they reach the island, meaning they had maybe an hour or two to find y/n in the daylight.

the trio split up as soon as they stepped foot onto the dock. percy searched the perimeter near the edges of the water. annabeth searched through the bundles of shops and hotels. while luke searched through abandoned looking buildings.

as all hope was feeling lost, luke noticed a building of to the side of the commotion. there was a dirt path leading up to it, with no shops or houses surrounding it.

he could only hope and pray that y/n would be inside.

the inside of the building did not match its exterior. the outside looked as if it was going to fall apart at any gust of wind. however the inside was much more lively than luke expected it to be. there were people inside rushing to get past one another. it seemed as if they were all rushing to get to the same person.

luke pushed through the small crowd, and all the air left his lungs when he saw y/n. she was helping someone from the island, who seemed to have a deep cut on his leg. luke could finally guess this was the hospital on the island.

"y/n," luke spoke up, making the commotion in the room subside.

y/n and luke's eyes locked. neither of them were sure what to do.

y/n excuses herself and drags luke outside by his wrist.

"what on earth do you think you're doing here?"

"i had to come and find you," luke tried to explain but y/n only cut him off.

"so you just followed me? i seriously don't want to be around you luke. i thought running away from you and camp would've gotten that through your head."

"y/n i didn't chase after you to try and fix this," he gestures between the two of them, "there's a serious problem at camp."

y/n chuckles, "what? did peter fall off the climbing wall and scrape his elbow again? or did sophie run into a tree for the fifth time this week?"

"y/n this is serious," luke tries to tell her.

"you can't be serious. you dragged annabeth and percy with you?" y/n gestures to the pair walking towards them with urge in their steps.

"i didn't drag them here, please you have to come back to camp," luke tries again.

"is he telling the truth?" she asks percy.

he nods, "thalia's tree is in danger, and so is the camp."

"why didn't you start with that idiot," y/n hits luke's arm before running back inside. she was quick to grab her things. she kind of threw everything into one bag that she might need at camp. most of her healing equipment and a change of clothes.

—

the boat ride back to long island was awkward, to say the least. percy and annabeth were both asleep in the downstairs area of the boat, while luke and y/n were dealing with directing the boat back to camp.

luke was steering, while y/n was sitting beside him. an awkward silence filled the air.

"what made you go to greece?" luke asks, not expecting the girl to answer.

"i just needed to get away," she busies herself with her rings on her fingers.

"from me?"

"from all of it. i just needed a break."

silence falls upon the two again. y/n only moves over to lean her head against luke's shoulder, instantly catching him off gaurd.

"i'm sorry i left," y/n admits, her voice as quiet as a mouse.

"you had your reasons. it just caught us off gaurd, that's all."

another beat of silence passes.

"that night, of our argument, i found something out. about us," y/n turns to face luke. he does the same to her, not caring about steering the boat at this very moment.

"i don't even know how to tell you," y/n rubs her hands over her face. luke simply takes her shaking hands into his, and runs his thumbs over her knuckles.

"i'm pregnant."

luke's world stopped. maybe he thought he was just hearing things. the waves probably distorted y/n's words.

after luke still didn't respond, y/n started explaining herself.

"i was worried you wouldn't react too well to it. so i figured not telling you would be the easiest thing to do. and coming here, to greece, was the best bet."

y/n's heart broke as she watched luke stand. he silently put the steering wheel in it's locked position, before going down the stairs where the four twin beds were.

y/n knew she fucked up. she didn't know how to fix it. or if it could even be fixed.

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x fem reader #luke castellan x fem!reader #percy jackson #pjo #pjo show #pjo tv show #pjo tv #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians

[sv5hive]

in every universe? | cl16

pairing(s): charles leclerc x fem!reader

content warning(s): use of y/n, pretending the university of monaco has an architecture course shhhh, inaccurate architecture course information bcos i am lazy, ma**ia bin**to mention IM SORRY

word count: 2,580

note: this is my longesttt fic yet and i had so much fun writing it!! i hope you like it just as much 🫶🏻

masterlist!

"so in summary, i want to see how you will finance your project while keeping your budget in mind, any issues you may come across and their solutions, the influence behind it, how it might impact the environment and the population as well as visual aids to guide the audience. these presentations are due next month and remember! it is your responsibility to arrange times to work on the presentation together. i won't be accepting any excuses whatsoever!"

you chewed on the end of your pen at your professor's reminder as you watched everyone filter out the doors from your seat right at the back.

group projects always meant you would have to do all the work yourself just to share equal credit with everyone else in the group who didn't even attempt to contribute. this project was unlikely to be any different. it didn't help that you hadn't yet managed to make any genuine friendships with your classmates. it was understandable though, considering the expected workload at such a renowned university like monaco.

"hi, are you y/n l/n?"

too deep in your own thoughts about the assignment, you didn't realise the room had emptied completely. you also didn't realise other people apart from your professor knew your name. moving your gaze up to the source of the sound, you found a man almost too good looking to be true.

"oh, uh, yeah. yes, i am. sorry, who are you?"

with each word that escaped your mouth, you felt your face heating up. you didn't mean to be rude but you truly had no idea who you were talking to. how had you never noticed this greek god of a man in your class until now?

"i'm charles leclerc. we're in a group together for the assignment and i thought it would be a good idea to get your number so we can talk set up a time to talk about our ideas."

he held out his unlocked phone to you, inviting you to type in your number. if he was offended by your failure to recognise him it certainly didn't show which helped calm your frazzled nerves.

"oh, of course! sorry, i'm not used to someone else taking responsibility in a group project. usually i'm stuck doing everyone's work on top of my own. here you go." you replied while saving your number into his contacts.

he smiled at your admission and reassured you he wouldn't dare leave you to handle the entire project alone.

"i already have everyone else's numbers so i'll make a groupchat too. when are you free?"

as much as you would like to lie and say you had a life outside of studying, you didn't. but you would gladly say yes to any get together if it meant charles would be there too.

"honestly, i'm always free so any time works for me." you explained while packing your bag and standing up from your seat.

he grinned and walked with you towards the exit and out the building.

"yeah? how about now? there's this café i've heard is really good and i've been meaning to try it, i just haven't had the time recently."

you stopped in your tracks.

was he asking you on a date? this was definitely new. obviously you had been in a few relationships before but they had never quite managed to get you flustered like this on the first meeting.

truth be told, he had gone to that café a million times over as it was the closest one to campus that served the best croissants for cheap but you didn't need to know that.

"are you asking me on a date?" you asked, not hesitating to get straight to the point.

his grin flickered for a split second, almost in surprise at your bluntness, before growing impossibly wider.

"uh, yeah, i'm asking you on a date right now. so? what do you say?"

"hmmm, and what do i get out of it if i say yes?"

you didn't think twice about taking him up on his offer but it was fun to watch him scramble for reasons you should have a coffee with him. you watched him come up with several nonsensical arguments before you decided to put him out of his misery.

"relax, i'll go on a date with you! you should've seen your face!"

he blushed at your antics before joining in your giggles at his own expense. he had a feeling your laughter would become his favourite sound.

"what are you waiting for then? lead the way."

unsurprisingly, you two were the only ones who took part in the group project but you couldn't complain when you had such good company to help you.

"this is charles leclerc, he will be your race engineer starting from next season." your team principal fred vasseur gently pushed you away from your teammate to the new hire fresh out of internship at haas.

after the quick decline of your 2022 season, ferrari had wasted no time in sacking binotto and your less than competent engineer for much more suitably equipped individuals.

"pleasure to meet you, charles. i'm y/n l/n. are you sure you're ready for this?" you outstretch your hand to shake his.

"thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, you are an inspiration to so many. i'm extremely grateful to be given this opportunity to work with such a talented driver like yourself. and yes i'm one hundred percent ready to give my everything so you can bring home some wins and maybe even the championship." he spoke with a conviction almost as if he had been practicing it in the mirror for weeks.

his hand wrapped around yours and you couldn't help but notice how warm they were even in the frigid winter. you grinned at his confidence and faith in not only himself but also the team and you as a driver. it was certainly the energy you needed after the less than impressive season that you had just wrapped up.

"i like him already! so much more positive than my last engineer. where have you been all this time?" you declared patting him on the back while looking at your team principal in approval.

he was so sure you could notice the pink tinge on his cheeks as he nervously smiled at your praise and suddenly found the carpeted floor the most interesting thing in the room to observe.

"i'm glad you two are getting along! now let's get on with this meeting. i would like to get home at a reasonable time today."

as the meeting dragged on, you found yourself staring at charles opposite you out of nothing but pure curiosity and maybe a little bit of humour. it was clear he harboured some feelings towards you that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. that much was evident in the way he refused to even glance in your direction at the risk of making eye contact.

"we don't quite know how the others will perform yet but we definitely expect to be more on pace with red bull next year. this season wasn't our best but it gives us a good foundation to improve on which is better than nothing. any questions?"

even if there were any questions left unanswered everyone was much too tired to articulate them and so the meeting room fell into silence before you all said your goodbyes to each other wishing everyone a restful winter break.

you were headed out the door when you heard your name being called. you turned to see charles jogging to catch up to you and so you decided to wait for him at the exit.

"you excited for the winter break?" you strike up a conversation with him as you dawdled towards the car park together.

"yes, but i'm more excited for the season to start. i've been preparing for this my whole life. what about you? surely you're tired of being in the car?" he questioned with genuine interest.

"no, not really. i mean i've been preparing for this my whole life too. the travelling is a lot to handle but there's nothing more i enjoy than being in the car. don't get me wrong, i do like being at home too. i just love racing so much i wish i could do it all the time."

"really? you don't ever get tired of racing?" he looked over at you in wonder and you smiled at his disbelief.

"really. ever since i was a kid i've always wanted to be racing constantly. what about you? i mean pretty much all of us drivers got into the sport through karting. what made you want to be a race engineer?"

"well actually i did get into karting too. my father took me and my brothers to a local track and it all started there. i liked karting but i was always more interested in the technical side. my younger brother arthur liked it a lot though and he decided to pursue a career. he's actually stepping up to formula 2 next year."

"yeah? he must be pretty good then." you didn't recognise his brother's name because you were too busy with your own preparation every race weekend to watch the support series but you took his word for it.

"yeah, i'm really glad he's made it this far. we didn't have much money for karting when he was just starting out but we managed to make it work."

you were all too familiar with the struggles of funding and putting together enough sponsors just to make it through the season. there were already very few people getting into motorsport and the high costs didn't help. you had seen too many young talents drop out because they just couldn't afford it anymore. you were one of the lucky ones to secure a place in the ferrari driver academy and have their money to fall back on.

realising you were getting closer and closer to your car, you slowed down in hopes you could keep talking to charles for longer.

"so, why ferrari? it's a team with lots of history but we haven't won a championship since 2008." you asked with no ill intentions.

you really were just interested seeing as the team was currently the laughing stock amongst the grid and the fans - which you didn't blame them for. they had thrown away several chances of a championship with some of the most talented drivers, purely due to their own inability to perform when it was needed most.

"that doesn't matter to me. i've supported ferrari since i was little so it wasn't even a question which team i wanted to join. i remember i used to always follow the red car when they raced at monaco even before i knew it was a ferrari. anyone who has the chance to be a part of ferrari, would take that chance, no? i've barely started here but there's something special about being a part of ferrari." he explained with a look in his eyes that you could only imagine was the same wonder that appeared when watching the red ferrari of kimi räikkönen speed around his home track.

"what about you? you're the one who actually drives for ferrari so what made you sign with them?"

you stopped upon reaching your car neatly tucked inside the white lines.

"ah, i would love to tell you but i do have to get home."

charles' smile fell before he agreed, making his own excuses about his neighbours complaining of his late night ruckus he caused. both of you were disappointed at the fact you couldn't just keep talking for hours but you had another idea up your sleeve.

"but i would be happy to have dinner with you tomorrow to continue this conversation if you're free? if you want to join me that is! you don't have to."

"no, no i want to! that would be great! here's my number. i'll pick you up at 7?"

his initial plans of acting casual around you had been thrown out the window and he was already wishing for time to go faster. you couldn't help but smile at his eagerness - it was a change from your usually soulless dates who treated you like arm candy.

"great! thank you, charles, really. i haven't been this optimistic about an upcoming season in a while but you've already made me excited for the future, even though we just met. i have a feeling we're going to enjoy a lot of victories together." you admitted honestly.

you hadn't been completely happy with any of your seasons with the scuderia so far, always hungry for more despite exceeding the expectations of many.

"thank you, that's the biggest compliment i could receive. i have no doubt we can bring the team many wins."

the 2023 season went on to be one of your best performances in a time where red bull dominance was ever growing. although the championship was not quite in your firm grasp just yet, you had come closer than ever with the help of new management and, more importantly, charles. this was simply the beginning for you two.

"hey charles?" you called out looking up from your phone screen to find him pulling on his race suit.

"yes, mon ange?" he replied turning to face you sitting on the tiny bed.

even though you two had been dating for years, him and his pet names never failed to fluster you.

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" you asked after seeing the tik tok trend appear on your phone.

you weren't really expecting a serious answer from charles. you knew it was a silly theory but you decided to entertain the thought. however it seemed that charles had a different idea.

"maybe, maybe not. i'd like to think we are but even if we're not, that doesn't matter. what matters is that we're together in this one, no? besides, even if we weren't destined to be together, i'd still find you and choose you in every universe." he voiced casually, placing a soft kiss on your forehead while looking around the room for his racing boots.

his confessions of undying love to you had become a daily occurrence and it was always certain his words would make your heart melt.

"you've seen the trend, haven't you?" you questioned him. there was no way he had just come up with that answer on the spot.

"what trend? mon amour, you know i am not on social media as much as you are."

"the tik tok trend! are you sure you haven't seen it?"

"yes, i am very sure, mon ange. come on, i don't need to see a tik tok to tell you that i will always choose you."

you didn't fully believe him but you also knew that he was a terrible liar, his facial expressions giving him away no matter what with each attempt made.

"come here. one last good luck kiss for me?" he asked with a pleading look you could never deny and pulled you from the bed by your arms.

"of course, my love. i want you back safe in one piece, ok?" you held his face in your hands and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead, nose, each cheek and finally, his lips.

"anything for you."

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc x female reader

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for helping my daughter bond with her dog?

Ever since my (50M) wife passed away a few years ago, it's just been me, my daughter (5F, lets call her N) and the family dog. She's a well behaved child, although unfortunately I haven't been able to spend much time playing with her due to my demanding government job. As a result of this, N has grown very attached to the dog.

For some context, I'm known in my field for having done something no one else could years ago. My job's been putting more and more pressure on me to recreate that success ever since but I've never been able to again, and recently I've been told I'd lose my job if I could not recreate the results. As you can tell, this has been weighing down on me but thankfully my job sent over some teens (lets call them E and A) who needed my help and didn't mind looking after my daughter so I was able to focus more on work. They were getting along really well and got rather close even.

It all came to a head when I found the solution to my problem. My little girl's always wanted to help out her papa and has been begging to recently so I decided, why not? And with her help, I was finally, finally able to recreate the results that would save my job. She and the dog has been invaluable to my 'research' and now they're closer then ever. E and A did not react well to this, even though they should understand the importance of our work more than anyone, and E nearly beat me to death. So tell me, am I really the asshole in this situation for trying to keep my job?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #THIS IS SO EVIL? #okay now for the other tags since /i/ know whats going on #child endangerment #child abuse #< just in case

[girls-alias]

Mental - Dean Winchester

Title: Mental - Dean Winchester

Words: 1,169

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Mental health, mental breakdown, SH.

Prompt:

Saw a TikTok edit of Dean and it inspired me.

I excused myself from the table as I hurried to stand. I didn't look at Sam and Dean before I left the room. I was slightly hyperventilating but once I rushed to my room I couldn't breathe. I practically threw myself into the back of the door. Needing it closed and need privacy. I slid down the door trying to control my breathing, to bring air into my lungs but the panic attack didn't end.

How could Dean like me? I'm a mess, I'm crazy.

Nothing has even gone wrong and I'm still miserable. I should be happy, it's a day off, and I should be enjoying quiet time with Sam and Dean.

Dean doesn't like me. He just confessed it to find a way to let me down slowly.

I shouldn't have told him about my crush, I should have just hidden it like I have done all year.

He is so out of your league. He'd never like you. Remember when he would check out other girls, he doesn't like you,

Oh, my God. I'm an idiot.

My mouth was dry from breathing so heavily, I wanted to gulp to try and gain some control over my own body but it wasn't working. My vision seemed to be clouded by dark spots. I knew there was only one way to gain some control but I cried as I thought about it.

I feel like my only solution right now is to self-harm, I need to get control of myself. I'm acting manic. I have been clean for 78 days. I'm doing so well. I can't break that now. It took me years to get that far.

I cried as I crawled to my display knife that sat on my desk. It was a real knife, sharp enough to cut paper easily but it was only ever decorative. I pulled it from the stand. Resting my back against the drawers I brought my knees up close to my chest. I put my arm facing me in the divet between my legs. The tears evacuated my eyes as if an alarm was ringing.

"Y/N," Dean's voice called through the shut door, worry lacing his tone. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry more evident. I slowly put the knife down not wanting him to hear it. I cleared my throat softly.

"Yeah, why?" I asked but instantly winced as I knew I would never normally say that and Dean might recognise that.

"You just ran off," He explained not seeming to hear my error.

"Yeah, I just needed the bathroom," I lied. I waited anxiously in those few seconds it took Dean to reply. The door isn't locked, I hadn't thought of that. I gulped watching the handle afraid in case he came in and saw me. I don't want to think of how upset Dean might be.

"Oh, are you sure you're okay? You sound a little weird," He explained, his voice a little cheerier but suspicious.

"Gee, thanks Dean," I played it off. Smiling as Dean chuckled seemingly happy with my response.

"Okay, well come back when you're done," Dean explained, I listened to his steps as he walked away. I sighed with relief and sorrow. My tears quickly resuming. A part of me wanted him to come in, to save me but I was too scared to say anything.

I buried my hand into my sleeve, bringing it to my mouth to quietly sob into it. I screamed as the door swung open forcefully. I looked up to see Dean had burst into my door, eyes on me instantly. He looked completely startled, maybe even scared. I didn't have time to compose myself before Dean was crouching beside me. He held my hand, sneaking a glance at my wrist before his eyes dived deep into mine.

"What's going on?" He asked softly. I sighed, not caring to try and compose myself. I look like a mess anyway.

"You shouldn't have lied to me. You should have just turned me down," I sobbed as he moved closer, His hand on the back of my head bringing me closer to him so I could cry onto his chest, comforting me as he stroked my hair.

"I didn't lie to you, baby," He's never used a pet name for me before. He's just feeling sorry for me. "I do like you, I've always liked you. From the second you walked out the room when we first met I told Sam, I wanted you," He explained but I shook my head as I sobbed.

"You're just saying that because I did this," I stated as I lifted my arm.

"No, baby. No, I've liked you from the second I met you. I was too scared to say anything because I didn't think you'd like me," He explained as he hugged me a little tighter. "I want to be yours," He added. I sobbed, sitting up as I shook my head to look at him.

"You're too hot for me," I exclaimed but Dean shook his head. I could almost see hearts in his eyes as he looked at me.

"I want to be yours," He repeated. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him.

"I'm emotionally unstable," I argued but he smiled softly.

"I want to be yours," He repeated once again. I shook my head.

"Dean, -"

"I want to be yours," He interrupted. He placed his hand on my cheek, his eyes peering into my soul. Like earlier, all the air seemed to leave my lungs but this time I knew it was coming back. "I want to be yours," Dean commented before leaning in to connect our lips. My brain frazzled as I realised Dean was kissing me, we'd never kissed before. This is a bit far if he was lying. He has to be telling the truth. I should believe him.

I kissed him back, my hand coming up to the back of his neck as our lips moved in sync. His tongue graced my bottom lip. I allowed his access as our tongues met in the middle, dancing around each other. I could taste his morning coffee. He smiled against my lips as he continued to kiss me. I melted into his arms.

He slowly pulled away. I couldn't stop the smile on my face from spreading as I saw the joy on his face.

"Come on, we'll get you cleaned up and I'll take you on the date I've been planning all day," He explained cheerfully. I chuckled softly as he stood up. I tried my tears, looking up to see Dean offering to help me up. I smiled as I accepted his hand, and he pulled me to my feet. He took the opportunity to kiss me again. A shorter but passionate kiss. "I want you to wear something cute," He explained playfully as he led me to the bathroom. I smiled knowing now that Dean likes me and I am enough for him.

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LOOK, I don't know if this is gonna make sense, but it's cute to me, so here ya go just in case u like it

Glitchy Red x a Reader who's now trapped in the game after releasing him. Like, once they both were finally besties and Reader managed to help him... Now the tables have turned

So now it's time for our baby boy to help his friend >:3

I mean, he already has the knowledge, and now he also has the power since he's free, so I doubt it would be too difficult for him to save his friend (and possible love interest but that's another story-)

Btw this isn't supposed to be connected to my other Glitchy request, just saying in, just in case uwu

Finally, I don't have a pokemon quote but... Puns about Cubone are usually humerus (ba dum tsss)

- Fairy Anon 🧚🏻‍♀️

I am living for these requests, thank you. Also I hope this is okay/makes some sense

"Alright, Glitchy Red, are you ready to give this a try?"

"I'm ready when you are, Y/n." You nodded as you set your gameboy to the side. Ever since you received Glitchy Red's cartridge from a nearby game store which sold older games, and finding out about him and his past, you were determined to help him. Glitchy Red was unsure about this at first, considering he did not exactly trust you and had initially thought you were going to throw his cartridge away or give it up to someone else. However, when you did not do any of those things, he was actually quite relieved, and hopeful that you were going to help him like you had promised.

After two years of searching for answers, you two were pretty close to giving up, until you ended up finding a possible solution. You didn't want to get your hopes up too quickly, but you had written it down in a journal in your room, as well as saving the site you had gotten the information from, as a just in case it did actually work and you needed it again for whatever reason. How this person had an idea of what you were attempting, not even you knew. Hey, you can't be too careful. Now you two were going to give it a try, hoping that it would work.

"I hope this works..." You mumbled as you attempted a sequence of button presses and a few other things as you read the words you had written down on your journal. Once you were done, you looked back down at the screen of the gameboy to see if anything had changed.

"Anything?" You asked. Glitchy Red looked around, seeing no changes.

"No, nothing yet. Maybe we need to wait?"

"Oh, sure, let's give it a moment." You waited for a few moments to a few minutes, but still nothing.

"Damn, I really thought we were onto something there." You sighed softly, crossing your arms.

"I guess it's back to the drawing board- wait what is that?" You noticed the screen of the gameboy was glowing more so than usual, which was odd since this required the use of a flashlight to actually see the screen.

"I have no idea what you're seeing, but I feel... different, I can't explain it." Before you could say anything else, the whole room was filled with the same white light, causing you to shield your eyes. When you uncovered your eyes, however, you found yourself... not in your bedroom.

"Where the hell am I?" You rubbed your eyes, looking around the area, which looked rather familiar to you. It then hit you: where was Glitchy Red? "Glitchy Red?!" You suddenly called out, looking for your friend in a bit of a panic.

"Y/n?" You heard him, but you couldn't see him. That is, until you looked up towards the "sky" only to find that your little experiment worked!... sort of.

"Hey, you're finally out of the game!"

"That may be true, but now you're trapped inside." Glitchy Red sounded rather worried about this, not wanting you to be trapped inside the game like he had been.

"I... don't want you to be trapped in there because of me." He was thinking of the worst case scenarios, that you wouldn't be able to leave the game, that he would end up back in there with you, that-

"Red." He looked down at the screen. You only called him that when you were being serious or when you wanted to get his attention.

"Yes..?"

"Stop thinking like that. I'll get out of here, and I'm going to show you everything that I had promised to show you, and spend all the time with you that I possibly can! I got you out, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah, but now you're in the game."

"So? Now that we've figured out how to get you out, if we just do it again, then I should get out too!"

"and if we end up in this situation again? But I'm back in the game and we're back in our original situation?"

"Then we'll keep searching! We will keep looking until we're both out out there, together." Glitchy Red chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

"Alright, I trust you."

"Great! Now let me out of here! Look for my journal, I have it written in there." He nodded and looked around your room, which he had seen parts of here and there from when you carried your gameboy around to show him around. He looks around and finds your journal on the floor and picks it up.

"Alright, let's give this another try." You waited patiently as Glitchy Red input the button combination and other things you had done to get him out. Once he finished, he set the journal and gameboy down, waiting. After a few minutes of waiting, the bright white light filled the room once more, causing both of you to cover your eyes. After the light faded, you uncovered your eyes to find yourself back in your room, with Glitchy Red beside you.

"Y/n?" You heard him say before uncovering his eyes, which you couldn't really see from the shadow of his hat. You smiled and pulled him into a hug, which caused him to flinch in response as you had caught him off guard.

"I... I can't believe it worked." Glitchy Red hugged you back, a faint smile on his face.

"I'm glad it worked." You nodded in agreement, the two of you not letting go from the hug. You knew you would be like this for a while, but you didn't mind. You were happy that Glitchy Red was now out of the game and here with you, and vice versa.

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serum: peter hayes x reader

notes: this takes place at the end of insurgent but if instead of trying to open the box, tris, four, and peter just go back to the factionless

summary: after saving tris, peter is forced to take the truth serum to reveal his motives. but he ends up revealing more about his schoolboy crush on y/n than intended.

word count: basically 1k

REQUESTS OPEN FOR FOUR AND PETER FROM DIVERGENT

Everyone was wary of Peter, especially Tris. How could she not be? He’d screwed her over more times than she could count. And although his stunt to save her in Erudite did earn him a safe trip back to the Factionless with them, it did not earn him an ounce of trust. 

Luckily, Tori had a solution for that. She had contacted Jack Kang since the three got back and was able to get ahold of enough truth serum for one person (they couldn't risk letting it fall into the hands of Evelyn; she was still not to be trusted). 

So here you are now. They’d decided it was best not to have Peter spill his soul to all the Dauntless and Factionless and instead are in a closed off room filled with Peter, you (per his request), Tris, Four, Tori, and - to everyone’s dismay but her own - Evelyn. 

“Okay so once we inject the serum you’ll start to feel lightheaded,” Tori explains to him, at which he rolls his eyes, “We’ll ask you questions and the more you try to resist telling us the truth-” 

“The more it'll hurt,” Peter cuts her off. “I know the drill. Former-Candor here, remember?”

Tori ignores him and says, “Alright, are you ready?” 

Peter grabs your hand and grips it tightly. Everyone has fears, no matter how brave they may act, and one of Peter’s, ironically, is needles. You squeeze his hand reassuringly as the metal goes into his neck and injects the serum. 

“You okay?” you ask him softly, looking into those soft brown eyes of his. You know that the serum has worked when he shakes his head a bit. Peter would never willingly admit to you that he isn't feeling well because of something so simple.

“It’ll be over soon, Pete, promise.” You pull him into a short hug and step aside, giving him space for the questioning. 

“Peter,” Four says, gaining his attention, “Whose side are you on? Ours or Jeanine’s?”

“I’m on my own side,” he says, “Whichever benefits me most at the moment is the one I will help.”

“Can we trust you?” Tris asks. The question is not a very clear one, and you aren't sure how he’ll answer. 

“That depends.”

“On what?” Everlyn demands impatiently.

“On a lot of things,” Peter shrugs. He should not be able to conceal information so well, but being past-Candor has taught him many things, and how to keep his mouth shut is one of them. 

“Like what?” Four’s mother repeats. 

“Well for starters, who's winning. And then what's in it for me. Because honestly I don't give a shit about this war. All I care about is how it affects me… and those I care about.”

That answer seems to satisfy the group because they move onto their next question. “Why did you save Tris?” Four questions. 

“Because I owed her. And I don't like owing people. Being in debt to someone is allowing them to have power over you. The sooner I can eliminate that power the better,” he answers. But he winces, just slightly, at the end of his sentence and Tris catches it. 

“No, there's more than that,” she insists. “There's got to be more to that answer.”

A pause. And Peter is visibly fighting the serum. He groans in pain, before giving in. “I did it because it’s what Y/n would've wanted me to do.”

Your expression turns to one of shock. “What? Peter, what are you talking about?” 

His eyes clench closed in pain and you take it back. “Wait, don't answer that. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to force you.”

“No, answer it,” Tris says, simply out of curiosity.

“Tris!” you exclaim. “Don't, Peter.”

“Why not? Aren't you curious?” she shoots back. And of course you are. You’ve been in love with this man ever since you met when you were kids, but for that exact reason you don't want to push his boundaries.

“Because he’s my friend!” you exclaim, “I’m not going to force him to tell me something if he's not comfortable!”

“Do it Peter! Why’d you do what Y/n wanted you to?” Tori jumps in, teaming up with Tris, and Four watches the scene in amusement.

“Because I’m in love with her,” he blurts out, deep crescent marks dug into his palms from how tightly he was clenching his fists. He slaps his hand over his mouth and he watches your reaction nervously. 

“Alright and we’ll leave you to it,” Tris says, pulling Four out the room with her with a smirk on her face. Tori and Evelyn soon follow them. 

“Y/n-” he starts, but you cut him off. 

“Pete, if you don't want to talk about it now, we don't have to. It's not fair that you have a truth serum in you and I don't.” You turn to leave. 

“Stay,” he calls out. “I want to talk about it now.” 

“You sure?” He nods, and so you take a seat on the floor across from him and he slips off the chair he was sitting on to join you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says sadly.

“For what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“For throwing all this onto you. I know you don't feel the same, but please can we just pretend this never happened and-”

“Peter!” you cut him off seriously. “I’m in love with you too.”

He’s shocked. “You what?”

You smile shyly. “I’m in love with you, Peter Hayes.”

“So it's okay if I kiss you?” he clarifies.

You lean forward and your hand cups his cheek as you press your lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, and tangles a hand into your hair as he deepens it. 

When you pull away, his eyes meet yours lovingly and you get to admire him for all of three seconds until Tori pops her head back into the room and childishly says “You’re welcome!”

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Can you do a ror loki and child reader hel needing help taking care of her rotten skin, so they do like skincare? Thank you!!

A/N: Gladly Anon, I absolutely adore these ideas with reader Hel and Loki. Thought I didn't expect RoR! Loki, how interesting~

This is going to be to write about~ <3

A fathers healing touch! 💜💚

➩ In the halls of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief, found himself facing an unexpected challenge. His youngest daughter, Y/N, had been suffering from a mysterious ailment that caused her skin to rot.

Desperate to help her, Loki was desperate to find a solution, despite his usual penchant for chaos and mischief.

➩ Reader type: Reader!Child Hel and RoR!Loki

⚠: Struggling with skin conditions, rotten skin, single father Loki trying his best! 😭

“Y/N, my dear daughter, fear not. We shall find a remedy for your skin.."

Loki tries his best to reassure Y/N who found herself sobbing uncontrollably. She was panicked, distraught over her condition.

The constant pain, the oils and creams that never seemed to heal her, helping her in the slightest. It was tiring and she had almost lost all hope!

"But father! We tried everything, and nothing seems to work. I fear this rot will consume me.."

Y/N sobbed, about to throw away what the two had been brought to possibly heal her rotten skin. She hated this and herself for being born this way!

But right when she was about to, Loki grabs her wrist gently, never harsh towards her but understanding of her struggles.

She lowers her hand carefully while the girl sobbed, calming down from her fit of blind rage. Loki takes the ointments out of her grasp and makes Y/N face him.

"Nonsense, my child! There is always a solution. I'll travel out to find something, you stay home alright?"

Loki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, wiping away her tears and snot from her round little face, like he had done ever since she was a baby.

His precious little baby.

“Alright.. Please be careful.”

Now filled with the same goal as the previous one. Loki, concerned for his daughter's well-being, decided find help.

He knew he couldn't rely on the traditional remedies the gods used for this issue.

Instead, he had no choice but to venture into Midgard, the realm of humans, in search of a solution.

He hated that it had come to this, that he needed to seek out the humans' remedies instead of the gods.

He almost felt a little ashamed since It was supposed to be the opposite! But he would do anything to help and insure his daughters happiness and health.

Arriving at a bustling marketplace, Loki in disguise stumbled upon a small stall adorned with an array of skincare products.

Intrigued, he approached the vendor, met with an elderly woman who gave him a gentle smile.

"Excuse me, my lady," Loki began, not even trying to sound nice but just to get this over with. He needed to save his daughter!

"My daughter is in dire need of assistance. Her skin has taken a turn for the worse, and I seek a remedy to heal her."

The vendor studied Loki for a moment, the god suddenly feeling anxiety wash over him, he was worried she would see through his disguise for a moment before she just nodded knowingly.

Much to Loki's relief who thought he had been caught!

"Ah, the skin is a delicate canvas, especially in harsh conditions. Fear not, for I have just the solution for your daughter."

She handed Loki an assortment of creams, oils, and serums, explaining their benefits and how to use them.

Loki, grateful for her guidance, paid for the products and hurried back to Y/N in their divine realm.

Upon his return, Y/N greeted her father with a mix of curiosity and scepticism.

"What is all this, Father?" she inquired, eyeing the skincare products in his hands.

"These, my dear child, are the tools to restore your skin to its former glory,"

Loki declared with a confident grin.

"We shall test these out on you, it will be like us doing some skincare together~"

Y/N hesitant at first, trusted her father's judgement and agreed to give it a try.

With Loki's guidance, they began their skincare routine, applying the creams and oils with care and precision on the parts of Y/N's body where her skin had rotted.

Loki always made sure to stop if it brought Y/N any discomfort or was starting to hurt.

After all, the rotten skin was almost like burn marks, they were sensitive and could easily hurt by the slightest touch.

As they worked together, Y/N couldn't help but notice a change. Her skin, once dull and lifeless, started to regain its vitality.

The cracks began to heal slightly, and a healthy glow returned to her complexion but the scars were still there.

"This is remarkable, Father!" Y/N exclaimed, marvelling at her reflection.

"I never imagined this was possible to heal, thank you so much father!"

Loki beamed with pride, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter.

"Nothing is beyond our reach when we work together, darling~"

Loki spoke softly, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug before kissing the top of her head with love and compassion.

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bury it | kirin o'connor

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summary: kirin has a no-side-effects solution to dealing with trauma: he buries it. but as time goes on while he’s trapped on the island, he realizes slowly that this “no-side-effects” solution does, indeed, have side effects—and they might just be eating him alive.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of ab*se and r*pe

a/n: i know we never got kirin’s full backstory in the wilds before it was cancelled; only a tiny part of it, so i decided to use what little information we had, kirin’s obviously trained responses with josh’s situation, and fan theories to create my own backstory for him. this is a super dark one shot, guys, and it’s not romance or anything. it’s just a backstory for kirin, but i do indeed plan on making more kirin one shots that will most likely use this backstory as a foundation, so keep an eye on that! this is like my own little the wilds world-building, ig you could say. also... @mirchoff here it is! probably not at all what you thought the "kirin one shot" would be but i have a dark side ig. don't worry we'll get less dark kirin content soon.

𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗦 no stranger to this shitty feeling. This shitty feeling of not mattering to the people he's supposed to matter to. It hit him early, and it fucked with his soul. He had a choice: let it fuck him up, or bury it.

He buried it, and he's been burying it ever since.

On the outside, he's always been the golden boy, the star athlete, the happy, popular jock who has everything he could ever want. He's always been a stereotype; a cliche…an easy-to-read, hard-to-get-with jock.

On the inside, he figures he's still a cliche, just a different one. He's an eccedentesiast. Someone who hides pain behind a smile. The golden boy, sure, but the golden boy with a dark past.

Maybe that's all he is: a remix of all the other broken, blond white boys. After all, what piece of Kirin O’ Connor isn't borrowed? He acts like his mom—she's a good woman, but she’s emotionally unavailable to him, much like his emotional withdrawal from the people around him. He looks just like his dad—fucking piece of shit. He got his jock attitude from the popular boys he used to idolize on television—now he realizes it was easier for them, because they had a script, and he didn't even get a plot summary. His talk comes from his coach—who saved his life, for which he'll always be grateful, but then ended up being a shitty, racist person just like the rest of them, and he hates him for it.

If he thinks about it, Kirin O’Connor doesn't truly like being this convoluted chemical reaction of different people. He wants to be something of his own. But he isn't sure how. And when he's honest with himself, he acknowledges that he's scared he's too fucked up to be anything on his own.

It started when he was a young, young boy, and his mother's father—he will never call him his grandfather—kicked them out of his house. He's not sure when he realized that relatives aren't supposed to be jerks, but he knows without a doubt that the only thing he and that man have in common is blood. He swears he will never be like his mother’s father; he will never sentence someone to cold nights in a car with the backseat for a bed.

Kirin still remembers clearly the days before he was popular. When he was still living in his mom’s car, abandoned by his father and now his grandfather, he watched his mom slowly slip away from him. And when he voiced his concerns to his teacher, explaining as best as an eight-year-old can that his mom needed help, he was mocked by the other children.

He was bullied by the other children for being forced into the role of caregiver too early.

Kirin shoved that pain down and decided that he was above it all. He spent so much time above it all that eventually, everyone else worked their way up, pulling themselves to his level like they envied his life. Gosh, if only they knew what his life was like.

He’s had two stepdads, and neither lasted. The first was named Grant, the second was Harvey. They were both artists, like maybe his mom had a type or something, and they were both sick. Not disease sick, but fucked up in the head, gross sick. Grant would always come home drunk, the classic stepdad with a beer belly and a loud, “Honey, I’m home!” He’d force Kirin’s mom to make his gross, alcoholic friends bean dip and casseroles. They’d trash the living room and then complain when Kirin didn’t clean up after them. 

Kirin didn’t understand why his mom put up with it for as long as she did. It was only after Harvey was gone, too, that his mom showed Kirin the scar from the fireplace poker that Grant had stabbed her with when he was too drunk to think straight, whispering out the nasty threats Grant had made towards Kirin if she didn’t keep quiet. Kirin remembered that trip to the ER, but his mom told everyone she’d tripped and bumped the poker. And everyone had believed it, Kirin included.

But if Grant was awful, Harvey was a demon from hell. Actually, Kirin had contemplated this theory totally seriously at one point, so confused as to how someone could be so cruel. What his mom had seen in this guy was beyond him, but once the new couple got back from their honeymoon, Harvey turned nasty, and Kirin had to sit and watch. Harvey didn’t even try to hide the fact that he abused Kirin’s mom from the boy, who was fourteen at the time. He’d almost boast about it, as if he expected Kirin to take his side, too. Instead, Kirin learned the hard way that Harvey was harder to expose than he thought.

Sometimes, if Kirin is feeling especially masochistic, he’ll pull up his shirt and brush his hands along the dull, dark lumps of scar tissue all over his stomach from the countless times Harvey put out his cigarette on the boy’s pale skin. Maybe that’s one of the reasons that Kirin stays tan—it doesn’t hide the scars all the way, but it makes them seem less suspicious. Like they’re birthmarks or freckles.

But the cigarette burns were the least cruel abuse that Harvey subjected him to, and he doesn’t really want to even think about the other shit Harvey put him through. Kirin hasn’t told anyone about the darkest parts of that time in his life. They’ve heard about all the physical abuse; the violence, but he’s never told anyone about the worst of it. Not his therapist, not his CPS officer. Definitely not his mom, even though she’d endured the same, or even worse. If he talks about the hazy memories from those nights, he has to confront the fact that they were real, and so he leaves those memories be. Tells himself they’re just nightmares.

It could be true. Harvey is a consistent visitor in Kirin’s dreams. Even if the real man is locked away in a prison somewhere, he still haunts Kirin’s sleep like a specter. 

He haunts Kirin now, even on this godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere. Kirin knows in his head that even if Harvey escaped prison and found Kirin’s old high school, he’d have no way to get to Kirin, because nobody fucking knows where he is.

Even Kirin doesn’t know where he is.

Maybe his memories that he swears are nightmares are the reason he could tell something was wrong with Josh. Kirin can’t explain what exactly tipped him off, but something inside his chest got super fucking tight, like it was constricting all of his blood and was going to rip his heart apart, and so he jumped in and told Josh to come with him. He was convinced he was being paranoid.

But now, staring at the welts on Josh’s chest, Kirin feels his blood chill, his fingertips finding the small pebbled cigarette scars on his torso as goosebumps rise on his body. Josh spews some excuse about gluten when Kirin confronts him about it, and Kirin isn’t having it.

He isn’t proud of what he does next, but he’s desperate to get this boy to tell him what’s wrong—or what isn’t wrong. What might just be in Kirin’s head, like all the nightmares. 

So he brings up Seth, uses him as a weapon, as a match that he waves under Josh’s nose, trying to light the fuse in this meek boy, trying to get him to snap and admit something, anything. And just like Kirin knew it would, it works. Josh is yelling at him, talking about how Seth is the problem, and the way his voice quivers as he trails off and his fists tighten up in a defensive stance makes Kirin want to crumple to the ground.

Because he knows that look. That terrified, angry look. He knows that look, because he’s seen it in the mirror on himself. Josh isn’t Josh right now as Kirin stares down at him. Josh is fourteen-year-old Kirin trying to explain away the odd wounds on his stomach to his coach, who isn’t buying it. Josh is fourteen-year-old Kirin breaking down in the lacrosse team’s locker room, finally admitting what Harvey’s been doing. 

And in that instant, even before he asks Josh to elaborate, Kirin knows what Josh did. He knows without a doubt what a sick, demented fuck Seth is, and all he can see when he blinks is Harvey, leering and spitting and screaming at Kirin, hurting him in more ways than just physical.

Kirin sees red, and he knows at that moment that he’s going to make Seth pay for what he’s done to Josh, because no one ever made Harvey pay for his worst crimes against Kirin, and Kirin can’t stand to see another r*pist get away with it. 

Kirin freezes as the thought flashes through his mind, a hand flying up to his torso again, numbly pinching at one of the scars. He’s never been willing to even think it before. To ever truly face the reality of Harvey’s twisted abuse. But he just did, and the full force of it is crashing down on Kirin, bringing tears to his eyes. He blinks them away, rage almost bubbling out of his throat as he growls,

“I’m going to kill him.”

And he isn’t truly thinking about Seth at that moment, not really, but since he can’t get his hands on Harvey to tear him limb from limb, he’ll have to settle. 

Even after he’s pulled away from Seth, the sick asshole sadly still alive and breathing, Kirin knows that he won’t stop protecting Josh. He won’t let Josh do what he did. Because when Harvey hurt Kirin, Kirin buried it. That’s what he did with the hard shit. He buried it. And slowly, it’s killing him from the inside out. Kirin doesn’t want Josh to fall prey to that. Kirin doesn’t want Josh to bury it.

And Kirin thinks to himself that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to pull out a shovel and start digging. Not a grave for Seth or Harvey, (oh, how he wishes), but a hole into the deep abysses in his heart, so he can finally start to unbury all of the shit rotting away from inside him.

Kirin is done burying it.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥

#fanfiction #one shot #angst #the wilds #kirin o'connor #kirin the wilds #the wilds kirin #the boys the wilds #kirin #charles alexander #the wilds angst #the wilds one shot #the wilds season 2 #kirin the wilds backstory #kirin backstory the wilds #kirin character study

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But I'm Flying Like a Bird to You Now - Joanna Constantine Imagine [The Sandman]

Title: But I'm Flying Like a Bird to You Now

Pairing: Johanna Constantine X Reader

Based On: Shrike

Word Count: 929 words

Warning(s): presence of a drunk character, mention of break up

Summary: Johanna and (Y/n)'s relationship crumbled because of Johanna's obsession with work and issues with trust. The realization of her mistakes causes Johanna to show up on (Y/n)'s doorstep out of the blue.

Author's Note: I know that it has been far too long since I wrote for this challenge. I'm sorry.

WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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After Johanna and I broke up, I had expected her to simply leave me alone.

She had more important things to worry about. Her practice, research, saving people, stopping demons. She made it clear to me that I didn't fall very high on her list of priorities.

I had no reason to suspect that she would ever find her way back into my life.

And then, she showed up on my doorstep. Drunk.

I pulled the door open to find her leaning against the doorframe with a lazy smile on her face.

"Johanna?"

"Hi," she grinned at me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I... I was working and I got... I got bored," she explained. "Wanted to see you."

I almost rolled my eyes at the idea of being the solution to boredom. I knew that she didn't mean anything bad by it, but I had put too much work into accepting that I was worth so much more than that. It was hard to hear the person who I had spent so much time with say that I was something that was meant to be some... activity.

"You look so pretty."

I sighed.

I couldn't close the door on her. If I did, I would be constantly worried about her. I would be scared that she got hurt somehow. I couldn't have that idea on my conscience.

I stepped to the side, waving her in.

Johanna smiled, wrapping her arms around me as she walked in.

I closed the door before shoving her arms off of me. I locked the door.

"I wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt if I left you to wander around in this state," I muttered. "I'll get you a blanket. You can sleep on the couch."

She plopped onto the cushion as I walked over to my closet.

I dropped the blanket onto the couch. I was going to grab a glass of water and some pain medicine for the next morning.

I didn't very far before Johanna grabbed my hand. She pulled me over to stand in front of her.

"I love you," she said. "I... I never said it enough... I can say it more. I can say it every day if you want. I love you."

I yanked my hands from hers, my eyes snapping shut. "Go to sleep."

"(Y/n)..."

"Stop it," I snapped. "Go to bed."

I walked away before she could speak up again. After placing some ibuprofen on the end table, I went to my room and curled up under my covers.

I didn't sleep well that night. I barely slept at all.

My mind was racing. I was just thinking about everything that had happened in the past with Johanna. Good moments, bad moments, everything in between. It was all just rushing back. It played on my eyelids every time I tried to fall asleep.

I relented at about five. I finally dragged myself out of bed and accept that I wouldn't get any rest that night.

I walked into the kitchen, starting some coffee.

It was maybe an hour later that Johanna finally pushed herself off of my couch. She looked over at me.

"There's some Ibuprofen on the end table," I said, nodding over at it.

"Thanks," she grumbled.

She walked over to the small island in the kitchen.

We stood there for a few moments. It was an awful silence. One that crept under my skin and buried itself in my bones. I didn't know what to do other than shift my weight on my feet while sipping at my coffee.

I would have given her a cup, but I honestly didn't want her to stay. I just wanted peace.

"I meant what I said last night," she finally mumbled.

"Johanna, please don't," I begged.

"No, we need to talk about this-"

"I tried! That's how we ended up here. I have nothing more to say to you. There's nothing to talk about."

It went silent again.

I was about to tell her to leave before she spoke up again, "I love you-"

"Stop saying that," I muttered, closing my eyes and looking down.

"No," she replied. "I'm not going to stop saying it until you believe me."

"I don't want to believe you!"

That seemed to stun her into silence. For once, she was listening.

"It's too late, Johanna," I explained. "I... I wanted this to work so much. I wanted to love you, but you couldn't love me back. And that hurts. God, it hurts. And listening to you try to make up for it doesn't help. You didn't truly love me until I walked away. I... I can't go back to that life."

"So what? You just want to leave me behind completely? You're the one that promised to never give up."

"Effort goes two ways," I replied. "It's not giving up if the other person was never trying in the first place."

"I get no chance to prove myself?"

"You had over a year to prove yourself," I shrugged. "I'd like you to go now. Please."

Johanna stayed quiet as she finally relented and walked toward the door. I took a deep breath as I watched her.

She stopped in the doorway, looking back at me. "I know you don't want to hear it. But I want you to know that I do love you."

I didn't reply.

"Maybe in another life, I'll do a better job showing it."

As the door closed, I let one more thought about Johanna cross my mind with no fight.

Maybe...

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[stela20]

I'm sorry if my English is not good, I use Google Translate

This is my story from the Quotev website, so I wanted to write it and publish it here, but enjoy ❤

Y/n's pov

I went to Paul to have lunch with him. Now we are on lunch break in the Red Army, and I am now waiting for Paul to eat with me.

Paul: Hi y/n, sorry for the delay

y/n: It's okay, and you didn't even delay me ❤

Paul: Okay, but before I have lunch with you, I want to get myself something to drink with lunch. Do you have anything to offer?

y/n: Get some juice, please

Paul: Okay, 5 minutes and I'll be back

y/n: Okay, take it easy ❤

After Paul left, I remembered how he and I kissed for the first time ❤

flash back

In the beginning, 2 years ago, I was walking alone, and I did not have any fears, and I did not have a job. I was looking for any work for me, but there was no solution. I decided to give up and comfort myself. I found a small garden and it was very beautiful. I sat on the grass, and now I feel… Comfortably ❤

y/n: Oh, I'm so tired. Why is there no work anywhere here? How will I live? Well, I will rest for only 10 minutes and I will search again. I will not give up.

After only 5 minutes I heard strange noises

y/n: What, what is this sound…. Mmm, hello, is there anyone here….. This is very strange. There is no one but me. I am in this garden. What are these sounds?

I followed the sound and found a group of zombies eating people. I was terrified by the situation and the zombies noticed me and began to devour me. I was trying to escape from them, but there was no way out. I was terrified and thought this was the end of me, but a person with brown hair and one eye came. He has a gun, smokes, and wears a red army uniform. He kills all the zombies before they devour me in time.

y/n: …. ah thank you ….

Paul: Paul, my name is Paul, are you okay?

y/n: Yes, thank you for saving my life. This means a lot to me ❤

Paul: Okay, any service, and now goodbye

y/n: Wait

Paul: What's up?

y/n: I have been looking for a job for 3 months and I cannot find it. Do you have any work for me? I will do anything.

Paul: ….. Mmmm, well the head of the Red Army is looking for new people to join the army, but the first thing is that they must train you to fight and handle weapons and things like that, and also the head of the Red Army has no objection if anyone joins me. His own army….well what do you think?

y/n to herself: I don't want to kill people and cause chaos everywhere. I know the Red Army well, but I have no other choice. I will join, but I will not hurt anyone or kill people. I will be a good girl to everyone ❤

Paul: Oh girl, what are you going to say?

y/n: …I agree

Paul: Good, now, come with me, and welcome to the Red Army…. What is your name?

y/n: y/n

And since that time, I have been fighting and fighting with the Red Army, and Paul and I have become many friends, and I want to admit that I have loved Paul since that day because he saved my life and helped me with many things, and throughout this time, I do not see Paul as my friend. No, I see him as my lover and my future husband ❤

End of flashback

Wow, time has flown by and I still love Paul ever since that day ❤

Paul: Hey y/n, I brought you juice

y/n: Really thank you

We are now eating lunch, but while we were eating, I noticed that Paul was very worried

y/n: Paul, are you okay? Why aren’t you eating?

Paul: Well, ummm….how about you and I talk for a little bit at the end of the day? I want to confess to you something very important.

y/n: Well, it's okay, but now eat before it gets cold ❤

Paul: Well…

Paul's pov

I will confess everything to her. Yes, she should know everything. Finally, the night has come and me and y/n are alone now ❤

y/n: Ok Paul, what's the matter? We're alone now. What do you want to tell me?

Paul: When I was getting the juice, I saw a man talking about you and saying beautiful things about you and how attractive you are and things like that.

y/n: …that's all❔

Paul angrily: No, there are very many things every day since you joined the Red Army, and all the men admire you and talk to you and talk about you in a beautiful way and things like this.

y/n: Why are you angry about this?

Paul angrily: I love you, y/n, and I want you to be mine alone ❤

y/n: …how long have you liked me?

Paul: For a long time…. You have never harmed anyone before, and you have not wanted to kill anyone since that day, and this is very good, and you are the person who cares about me the most. You always take care of me, and we eat with each other and talk about things that we love and have. Same interests…. y/n Do you love me ❤

❤ After a few seconds, I saw Y/n kissing me passionately and in a very nice way ❤ and I exchanged kisses with her, and after that I took her in a big, warm hug and she confessed everything to me, and since when has she loved me, she confessed everything to me ❤

y/n: I love you too, Paul ❤

Paul: I'm happy that you and I share the same feelings for each other ❤

y/n: Paul, I want to leave the Red Army and start a new life, just you and me, and stay out of trouble. What do you think?

Paul: I agree and this has to happen too ❤ …. I can't wait for you and me to get out of here and start a new life for each other, my love ❤

Seconds later, I took Y/n in a deep kiss that lasted for a minute ❤

Y/n's pov

One day later, Paul and I asked the head of the Red Army to resign, and he agreed, but he told us that if you asked for resignation, you would never return to the Red Army again. In fact, Paul and I did not care as long as we were with each other. After a week, we resigned and left the Red Army. Forever, Paul and I bought a new small house, and he and I work in the cat café. Frankly, Paul and I are very comfortable, and I am happy that Paul appeared in my life. Every day before we sleep together, he takes me for a warm hug, and after that, he gives her a warm kiss and we sleep. And now we live our lives happily ❤

❤ The end ❤

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[alpona]

Geats episode 13 liveblog:

- Has Ace reeeally not suspected Giroli being the game master yet, I wonder.

- 'just the concierge', yah right.

- 'Why save the world for so long, and still be hated?'

Yeah Ace-kun, why?

Why do we turn out as the bad one even after everything? Why are some people just meant to be the antihero protagonist? 🙂

(I'm sorry, having way too relatable existential dread right at the start of the episode... Excuse me. No wonder I get Ace.)

- obviously scared that Ace is trying to unravel DGP's secret. You've got a lot more to worry about game master-san, pretty soon many more riders will figure out how suspicious DGP is.

- hmm but eliminating and erasing Ace's memories should'nt be the solution, Ace made a wish to participate in every game, so unless DGP just ignores the wishgranting rule or whatever, their only option is murder.

- Tsumuri's saga of not being fully on board continues. So, let's guess which episode is she gonna go against game master? When is she gonna henshin?

- Keiwa back in the opening lineup, and his demeanor changed a lot from the first arc, more matured. Ah, sweet character development!

- his uniform's shirt also changed to cyan instead of the previous green.

- Ooo finally game master talky talky to the mad botanist! And sure, strong monsters do create interesting action, episodes, he's talking like a viewer 🤣

- Neon's father answering just like a typical father.... Or at least what I've known. Man, too much relatability this episode!

- congrats to Keiwa's temporary job, and his love for tanuki soba! If this is a food commercial, I'm sold!

- mystery about this red hat girl, interesting.

- punkjack directly attacking geats now. So they removed no fighting each other rule for him? Sure, that's what they'd totally do!

- This is probably the most vulnerable we've seen Ace.

- Even punkjack isn't spared from driver hijack, haha

-how do you keep doing this 'teleport stealing', kid? But thanks to this, we get to see rare n awesome unmorphed fights!

- Neon using her fanbase for info, of course, very useful, Misora says hi. Good thing she didn't get lost with misinformation.

- lol, using zombie so much made you do zombie gestures normally too, Michinaga?

- I like how the tables have turned here, the weaker players, Neon and Keiwa are in a stronger position than the stronger ones, huhu!

- And Keiwa's return re-establishes the status quo (Michinaga not acting so heroic again, hehe)

- teamwork? Overconfidence? Your keiwa-fied dialogue makes me cry, Ace-kun!

- but you're gonna trick Keiwa and take his driver now, right? No? Ok....

- More unmorphed fight yayy! Ace getting more beaten up yayy... Err I mean oo nooo...

-the world's against you Ace-kun....

- now Tycoon protecting unmorphed Ace, thats a nice parallel.

- New DGP staff, interesting. Are they the board/council kinda member, Game master's senior?

- Wait, they're NOT against Ace?? Ehhh?! Woah!

- aha, so you're gonna nicely ask for Keiwa's driver now, such improvement.

- Keiwa-kun and I both: just the face? Well well, this is what you'd call minimalist design lol

- And the full command twin buckle debut. I personally found the sword action much cooler.

- Ace-kun too nice these days, returning the driver exactly within few minutes, plus giving away the new buckle too.... At least secure the driver before being nice!

Am I the only one left being the antihero protagonist of my own story.... Er... Umm.. ignore the last line. Sorry.

- new DGP guy seems like another interesting character. And he does seem to have more authority than game master, once again, I'm eager to know how they work. And it's very interesting how even they're not on the same page, wow.

I miss the sly fox, not-so-nice Ace! And next week, game master henshins and possibly reveals his identity?

Well, I've been waiting for Ace to 'die' at least once pretty soon, (wow I say that so casually) and Christmas episode isn't too far, with how things are going, so....? Hm? Can we assume that?

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Protection, Laziness, and Love by Dbztron2

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Romance, [Boruto U., Shikadai N.], Words: 1k+, Favs: 71, Follows: 27, Published: May 25, 2016

10

"How long has this been going on?"

Boruto whimpers as Shikadai runs a damp cloth over his wounds to clean them.

"'Bout a month. It started about a week after I presented." The blond mutters.

Shikadai growls, "And you never told anyone?"

"No."

It's quiet for a second before Boruto asks, "Are you mad at me?"

Shikadai starts wrapping bandages around the open wounds.

"You? No. Them for doing this? Yes. Alphas that gang up on and attack an Omega like that for no reason aren't real Alphas. If I was mad at you it would be for not getting help when this started, but I know how you can be, so I'm not mad at you for it at all."

Boruto lets the Alpha finish cleaning and wrapping his wounds quietly. Then as Shikadai starts to put things away, "Thanks for saving me… And for patching me up."

"You're welcome. It was the right thing to do."

Boruto purses his lips.

"I'm going to go tell my dad what's been going on tonight. He's Hokage, so maybe he can make sure I don't need to be saved again, at least in the village… Will you come with me?"

Shikadai looks at the Omega, and sighs.

"Sure, there's something I need to tell my dad too, anyway."

"You think you're tough? Cause you're the Hokage's son?" One Alpha laughs, he's older by a year or two and a lot bigger.

"What a joke. Sevenths son turns out to be a weak little Omega!"

"Maybe we could have some fun!"

"Don't touch me!" Boruto shouts, punching one of them when they get to close.

"You brat! Omegas shouldn't be ninja! You're all to emotional! Lord Seventh is just to soft to say no to you though."

"Grab him!"

"No, stop!"

They punch and kick and hold him down with jutsu he doesn't know…

"Hey! Hey, Boruto!" Shikadai's waving a hand in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"They're calling for us to go into your father's office now… You alright?"

"Hn… Yeah. Just thinking."

"Let him go, you bastards!"

Suddenly there's shouting and the Alphas are all off him. He looks up, and there's Shikadai and his shadow jutsu, saving him.

"Thanks."

Shikadai glances at him and holds out his hand.

"Come on, let's get you fixed up."

"...I had just happened to be passing by when I saw them. And I got him out of there and fixed him up, but I think those Alphas might try again later…" Shikadai finishes the story, or at least what he knows of it.

Naruto sighs.

"I see…" He says looking between his son and his advisors son. He knew there would be a bit of trouble with Alphas when his son presented his second gender as Omega, but he didn't think it would be quite this bad or this soon. It raised a few red flags in his head about several points in his village he still needed to work on.

"I can get a list of ANBU that would make good shadows until a better solution comes around." Shikamaru says, already making his way toward the door.

Naruto nods at the man and looks to his son.

"For the moment, as Shikamaru just said, all I can do is have you shadowed by a trusted ANBU member while you're in the village. I would use a shadow clone, but there's always the chance it could run out of power and disappear. If we come up with something better, I'll let you know. And Shikadai," Naruto turns to the young Alpha with a smile, "Thank you for protecting my son."

"Of course sir." Shikadai says with a slight nod of the head.

Naruto has to bite his cheek to keep from grinning in a very unHokage like manner. He and Shikamaru, had they been Alpha and Omega, would have ended up together and both of the men knew it. But they turned out to be Betas, which was fine, they were both very happy with their families, but Naruto could see what was happening between his Omegan son and Shikamaru's Alpha son.

He could already visualize the wedding.

Thirty minutes later, the boys are introduced to the young Beta man with the codename of Takeru who will be Boruto's shadow. Shikadai seems to have doubts about this, but goes along with it, and they leave the office.

"You see it to, right?" Naruto asks his advisor, friend, and old love interest.

Shikamaru smiles and nods.

"I see a wedding in the future." Shikamaru sighs.

"Think we should hide it from our wives?"

"And act surprised when they figure it out?"

Both men nod with a silent chuckle.

Two months later, Shikadai comes into the office to request the shadow be dismissed from Boruto, and to let him shadow the blond in plain sight instead. The request is granted, and a week after that the two announce their relationship to their families during a get together at dinner.

"And it's all because he saved me that day!" Botuto exclaims, doing everything to make his Alpha look like a hero.

"No, it's because I met you. Then we presented as Alpha and Omega, and that just made up my mind further."

"Then why did it take so long for you to ask me out?"

"Because I'm lazy. But as it turns out, my feelings for you were strong enough to beat out my laziness."

"Cut it out! You two are so sickeningly sweet I think I might barf." Shikadai's uncle Kankuro groans, much to everyone else's amusement.

"Is it too soon to start wedding plans?" Temari asks over her brothers complaining, as her husband and Naruto roll their eyes.

"Mom!" Shikadai shouts, looking horrified.

Boruto's face reddens and he looks away as his mother and Temari start talking wedding plans.

Shikadai and Boruto finish their dinner quickly and slip out the back door using, not their ninja skills, but the skills of a five year old slipping past the talking adults to play some more.

They walked down the streets of Konoha, basking in the light of the sunset. Shikadai glared at any Alpha who dared look at Boruto the wrong way, and Boruto walked beside him blissfully unaware.

Shikadai took the blond's hand, a silent promise to stay by his side, and Boruto leads into the Nara's side as if to say 'ditto'.

Their second gender didn't matter, they were both still powerful ninja. And they loved each other in a way that nothing could ever change.

They would stay with each other.

Comfort each other.

Protect each other.

Love each other until the very end.

And they told each other these things in their wedding vows two years later...

This was something I wrote mostly out of boredom, but also because I felt there aren't enough Omegaverses out there, there aren't enough stories with these two characters, and there aren't any stories (until now) with Shikadai and Boruto as a pairing.

I tried to make this short and sweet, and I kind of like how it turned out. I hope you all liked it too.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

#boruto fanfiction

[writteninkat]

Opened Curtains | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You forget to close your curtains, allowing Katsuki to see right through your glass balcony doors; your LED lights on color red and the silhouette of you knuckles deep inside your cunt as you spread your legs farther apart.

f!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: ass slapping, choking

a/n: all i want is college student katsuki who's 6'2 and can and will abuse my kitty the way i want it abused is that so difficult to be given >:(

College is tiring. Very fucking tiring. You're buried in books all day and if you aren't, you're running all over the campus to try to get to your next class as quickly as possible without spilling the contents inside your outdated starbucks coffee cup.

With this much stress, you need some way to vent out all your frustrations to. And no, it can't be any of your friends because they're busy dealing with their own problems. So you turn to the next most logical solution you can think of.

You turn your LED lights red as your back touches the soft mattress of your bed. You push your shirt up, exposing your breasts as you squeeze one with your hand as your other palm snakes down your cunt, pressing two fingers against your underwear.

You push your underwear down, spreading your legs apart as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your thoughts flying back to Katsuki Bakugou.

The third year in the hero course in your psychology class that always sits at the very back right corner of the lecture hall. He always has a frown pulled and if you didn't know him at all, you wouldn't be touching yourself to the thought of him right now.

You two had been paired to multiple project for this class ever since the year started and he's saved your ass multiple times from being ran into by other empty-minded hero course students who are too proud to get off their high horse.

You recall the feeling of his beefy arms around your body, calloused hands on your waist as he pulls you towards him, saving you from the crash.

"Watch where you're going, dumbass." He'd say everytime, his voice deep and rough, as the scent of sweetly burnt caramel wafts through the air.

A soft mewl leaves your lips as your fingers press harder against your clit, your circles going rougher as you imagine how he'd have his way with you.

He'd press a finger inside you- so you do so yourself, furrowing your brows. Your finger is too slender, too thin compared to his. You add in another finger, letting out a breath of satisfaction as you imagine him on top of you, a smug smirk across his lips as he watches you unravel underneath him.

You squeeze your breasts, flicking a finger at your nipple, pretending it's his hand around your boob. You tug and pull at the bud, your legs pulling apart from each other on their own as you fuck yourself with your fingers, completely unaware of the open curtains you forgot to close before your nightly affair.

Katsuki sighs in irritation, holding his head with both of his hands as he closed his eyes. He's been typing away in his laptop ever since he woke up. He's only had one meal, he had to skip training and to top it all off, he didn't get to see that cute girl from his psychology class today since it was a saturday.

He gets up, deciding to walk out to his balcony in hope of seeing you. After saving you from one of his classmates roughhousing, he's been noticing you wherever he went.

When his friends came over one night, Mina pointed out that his dorm was right across her friends'- Y/n L/n.

It became part of Katsuki's morning routine to watch you water your small plants at your balcony before getting ready for the day. Katsuki walks out with a cup of coffee, hoping to keep himself awake. He looks into your balcony in hopes of seeing you stressed out as well, working on your own paper for finals.

Instead, his eyes see the dark red light illuminating inside your bedroom. As he furrows his brows and squints his eyes, he sees your silhouette laying on the bed with your legs propped upwards.

Katsuki smiles softly, pulling out his phone to remind you to stop lazying around and continue your paper. He watches as white light mixes in with the red light, listening as your phone rings.

Your toes curl and your legs open even more as you reach over to check who's calling. The sight of Katsuki's name across your phone has you nearing your orgasm faster than ever.

What did he need? Was my part incomplete? Was I wrong with my information? Were my sources too vague?

Too many thoughts ran through your head in anxiety and along with the anticipation of your orgasm, your mind clouds as you answer the call, bringing the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" You ask, out of breath as you move your hips, your orgasm closer than ever.

"Hey idiot- you don't sound so well. Are you sick?/" Katsuki asks, his deep voice causing a whine to slip through your lips.

"I'm f-fine. I'm fine." You hiss, maneuvering your fingers to reach your g-spot, huffing in irritation when you don't reach it.

"You don't sound 'fine'. Honestly you need to take better care of yourself."

Your mouth forms an O as you close your mouth, focusing on his voice, imagining him right on top of you as he thrusts his length inside.

"You're clamping down on me, slut. You like my cock that much?" Katsuki growls, pounding into you as random bables leave your mouth. The way his hips moved in such fluid motions, the way his length entered your soaking cavern- it all felt too much of a daze for you.

"Fuck you're close, aren't ya?" He quickens his pace as your thighs begin to tremble. "Cum for me, slut. Wanna hear you say my name as you cum all over my cum, Y/n."

You nod, biting on your lip, arching your back as your orgasm washes over you, your thighs trembling. "Say my name!" Katsuki yells.

"Oh fuck- fuck, Katsuki!" You whine, feeling him continue snapping his hips, your orgasm going on much longer than usual. "Y/n!" He yells back.

"Fuck Suki, you feel so good." You moan loudly, allowing your body to grow limp under him. "I do, don't I, Y/n?"

You nod. "Y/n? Y/n."

"Y/n." You're brought back to reality with your hand covered in your juices and your phone still pressed against your ear. Your eyes widen, pulling your phone away to check whatever was happening.

Your call with Katsuki has been going on for about seven minutes. He's already silent on the other end, causing you to end the call immediately and throw your phone across your room.

You hear your heart pounding tremendously against your chest as you look at your phone as if it had just insulted both your parents.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You basically just told Katsuki you were getting off to the thought of him, you fucking dumbass! You yell at yourself mentally, grabbing at your head as you buried yourself in between your two pillows.

Well at least the year will end soon. I won't be seeing him anymore. Right? You sigh to yourself, jumping when you hear a knock on your door. You quickly push yourself off the bed, dashing for your bathrobe. You tie it around your waist, washing off the slippery slick your fingers are coated with before heading for the door.

You think of washing off the uncomfortable slippery sensation in between your thighs after blowing off whoever friend or classmate you have behind the door, probably about to invite you to some lame group study.

You pull the door open, feeling the pressure and stress you just vented out come dropping themselves on your shoulders yet again. There stans Katsuki Bakugou in all his glory.

Black tank top that hugged his torso quite well, showing off his built chest, broad shoulders and greek god-sculpted arms. You chew on the inside of your lip, blinking away any kind of sexual fantasy your mind is creating at this moment.

"Need anything, Bakugou?" You ask, hoping he'll buy the lie that everything he had heard was all in his head. He steps into your apartment, chest all over your face as he looks down at you with glowing red eyes. His caramel scent has you feeling as though you had just puffed ten times and are now on cloud 9.

He isn't mad, is he? Well he probably is. He most definitely is.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that, Y/n. Do you need anything from me?" He tilts his head to the side, taking another step forward causing you to take a step back, the door accidentally slipping from your fingers, closing behind the blond.

You swallow thickly, "Look, Bakugou," You look to the side, crossing your arms together. "I'm sorry with what you heard, I won't come near you again I swear-"

He pushes you against the wall, trapping you between his body and the wall. He leans down at you, your face inches apart as he keeps his eyes trained on your lips.

"You fucking yourself definitely is the last fucking straw for me." He smirks, his lips ghosting over yours. You clench your fists, the tension heavy in the air. "Throwing yourself at those dumbass extras and having to force me to save you- how much do you want me, Y/n?"

"I didn't throw myself at those-"

"Answer my question." He looks up at your eyes, his lids dropping halfway down into a lazy gaze.

There's just no point of hiding it now.

"So much. So fucking much Baku-" He cuts you off, pressing his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. Your arms immediately fly up on his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer as you feel his arms snake around your waist.

"Seeing your fingers knuckle deep inside you and hearing you moan my name- fuck you're a vixen." He growls, untying the knot of your robe, causing it to go undone. His hands begin assaulting your breasts, knead and massaging them and his thumbs flick on your nipples. You moan into the kiss, tongue finally tasting him for the first time.

He runs his hands down your waist, pulling you up causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you to your bed, carefully setting you on the soft mattress, making sure he doesn't break the kiss.

He pulls away, one hand wrapped loosely around your throat as the other teasingly presses against your lips. Without a word, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you licked at his fingers.

He pushes two of them inside your wet hole, watching as you suck on them ever so religiously. He squeezes your neck, earning a soft mewl from you. You grins mischievously, taking out his saliva covered fingers.

"Got myself a little freak, do I?" He chuckles, pressing two fingers inside your wet cunt. The sudden action has you gasping, your eyes blowing wide as well as your back arched.

He begins thrusting his fingers in and out before scissoring your hole open, his tongue assaulting yours messily, allowing saliva to drip down the corners of his mouth as he sucks on your tongue.

You moan against his lips, eyes rolled back as you feel a sudden wave of orgasm hit you. You open your eyes widely, looking at Katsuki who merely chuckles deeply. He shoves his used hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, ripping the packet of foil open with his teeth before slipping the condom on himself.

He aligns himself to your gaping hole, looking down at you, as if asking for consent. You nod your head, taking one of his hand to return it back to its rightful place; your throat.

He lets out a breathy laugh, pushing himself inside you slowly, allowing you to get used to his size. You moan loudly at every inch he pushes in, the burn of him stretching you wide open despite being prepped has your insides tingling.

"Move- fuck Katsuki, just move already." You hiss, moaning loudly when you feel his hand squeeze around your waist. "Don't fucking give me that attitude, slut. You're calling me master tonight. Got it?"

When you don't answer, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself completely balls deep inside you. "I said," He grits his teeth, leaning over at you. "Got it?"

"Yes," You nod, "Master."

He begins moving his hips, his thrusts fluid-like and smooth. If it weren't for your cunt squeezing around him, you'd think you were too loose. Your mouth falls open as he squeezes the sides of your neck, the tips of his thumb and middle finger digging onto your neck. You moan loudly at the thought of his handprint around your neck by tomorrow.

His other hand grips on your waist roughly, pulling you towards him everytime he thrusts inside you. His eyes stay set on the way your tits bounced everytime he thrusted inside you, flaring something inside him.

He switches the two of you around, now both of his hands and gripping either sides of your waist. "Fuck that's it. Ride your master respectfully." He snarls, watching as you hump yourself on his cock, your expression pushing him into his own high.

You feel sudden warmth inside the condom, looking down at Katsuki whose face is flushed. "Did you just-"

"Shut the fuck up."

He flips the two of you once more, pulling out to take off the condom. He ties it closed, looking around for the trash can before throwing it at the bin, easily scoring. He takes another packet of foil from the pockets of his sweats, looking down at you the whole time he put the condom on.

"I'll make you cum just as quick." He manhandles your body, flipping you around, your face pressed against the pillows as he pulls your hips up in the air. He enters your wet hole, easily slipping in with how slick you are inside.

He thrusts in you, immediately snappy and deep causing you to moan loudly. You try to get up only for Katsuki to push you back down as he takes your wrists, pinning them on your back.

He continues to use your tight cunt as his own, using one hand to slap your ass, watching as it jiggles. "Use- oh fuck, use your quirk on me, master!" You moan loudly. Your words snap something inside Katsuki.

He brings his hand up, slapping your ass harshly as he lets his quirk go off a little, burning your soft skin a pretty pink hand mark. He feels you tighten around him at this, allowing him to continue. He slaps your other cheek the same way, pushing you into a babling, tearing mess.

"I'm close! So fucking close!" You moan, feeling Katsuki's thrusts become sloppier, much faster than before. This has you reaching your orgasm much faster. You clamp fown on him as he continues to thrust inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Your body lays limp on the mattress, the action earning a snickering chuckle from Katsuki. "We're not done yet, princess. Unless until I cum, we don't stop." He growls into your ear, moving once more inside you.

Feeling him fucking into you again right after you came has you seeing stars. He flips you around, his cock still inside you as he grabs fistfuls of your breasts. He kneads and massages them as he pounds into your cunt roughly, your legs opening even wider on their own.

"God you're such a cockslut." He pants, pressing his lips onto yours. He trails kisses and soft sucks down your neck, sinking his teeth on your shoulder before lapping his tongue over it.

"Aaaaahhhh- fuck I'm gonna cum again!" You whine, feeling your legs tremble the same way they did before your first orgasm that night. Katsuki runs his hand past your tummy and down your cunt, thumb massaging your clit, stimulating you even more.

"Fuck, master- I'm cumming!" He pinches your clit at the very last moment. You dig your nails down the skin of his back as your orgasm reaches much more intense heights as your legs shake uncontrollably at Katsuki's sides. The blond drowns your noisy babbling, massaging circles on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.

He lets out a groan before you feel warmth once more inside your hole. All the stress and tension that's built-up this week all go down the drain. You barely even feel Katsuki pull out before your lids are growing heavier every second until you're letting darkness lull you to sleep.

You wake up, your body aching all over but you don't feel any type of uncomfortable stickiness in between your thighs or inside you.

You turn to your right, eyes widening at the sleeping Katsuki beside you, the blanket covering only up to his lower back, giving you outcomes of your activities last night. Although the scratch marks on his skin looked bad, you remember just how tight he gripped your hips and neck as well as the bite he give you last night and immediately know you looked way worse.

You move to get over the bed, only for a hand to snake around your waist, pulling you towards his sleepy body. "Five minutes." He mutters, breath fanning against your nape as you feel his chest press up against your back.

"Bakugou-"

"Katsuki." He mutters, "Call me Katsuki."

You push down the butterflies going insane in your stomach, "Okay, Katsuki. I have to make breakfast before I begin digesting myself."

You hear him sigh, letting your waist go making you chuckle. You stand up, quickly grabbing a large shirt to completely cover your barely clothed state before walking towards the door.

"Really? No good morning kisses? Damn if I knew dating you wouldn't give me the privilege of those cheesy couple shit I would have sat you down to talk first." He grumbles, catching you off guard. "You wanna- you wanna date?"

Katsuki looks at you with a raised brow, cheeks flushing lightly. "What, you don't? So what you just wanna be fuck buddies-" You cut off his grumbling with a kiss on his lips. It isn't anything sexual or rough- just a really wamr and soft good morning kiss.

You pull away softly, looking right at him with a smile. "Good morning boyfriend." The way his ears and cheeks flush don't go unnoticed as he looks away, "Mornin'."

You giggle at him, giving him one last kiss on his forehead before walking away to your kitchen. "How do you like your eggs?" You yell, grabbing a pancake mix and a tray of eggs. "Fertilized." You hear him yell back, making you roll your eyes.

He walks into the kitchen in all his half-naked glory, his torso definitely sculpted by gods as sunlight causes him to glow- like, literally he looks like he's glowing.

"Leave the cooking to me." He whispers, hands loose on your waist as he kisses your ear. With no complaints, you walk over to the refrigerator to grab a bowl of strawberries. You sit on the kitchen counter, biting on the fruit as you watch him mix the pancake batter.

"By the way- you mentioned it last night but how did you know I was umm... Touching myself?" You ask. Katsuki turns around, biting on your strawberry.

"You should really consider closing your curtains before doing that." He motions at your glass balcony doors whose curtains are still wide open.

You flush in embarrassment, thankful Katsuki- no wait, your boyfriend has turned his back at you so he couldn't see how bad your blush was.

As much as you wanted to say God I wish I closed those curtains, you really can't bring yourself to.

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[winvterstan]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐝? || 𝐛.𝐛.

pairing: bucky barnes x single mom!reader

summary: You and Bucky have been dating for eight months. One day your four years old daughter has an interesting request for Bucky.

A/n: soooo this is my first one shot. I basically had to rewrite half of it cause tumblr deleted it. Soon i’ll start to write for the requests you made. I hope you like it 💓

warnings: an asshole ex boyfriend leaving during a pregnancy (?), mention of pregnancy, pure fluff, bucky being a sweetheart.

word count: 1.7K

Please don’t repost, copy or translate any of my works on other platforms. Likes, comments and reblog are really appreciated<3

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You and Bucky had been dating for more than eight months now. You two had met while you were working in your little bookstore almost a year ago.

It had been a couple of months since half the population had returned after the blip. A couple of months since the great Tony Stark sacrificed himself to save everyone. A couple of months since Steve was back in the 40s to live the life he deserved with Peggy leaving Bucky alone.

A week before the snap, you found out you were pregnant. You told your boyfriend, who was out of town on the phone. He said nothing, hung up and never showed up again, making his intentions about the baby clear.

A week later the snap happened. You lost your parents and some of your friends. You were alone. It was just you and this baby. You were just a twenty-three years old girl, but you knew this was the beginning of your new life.

Fortunately, you still had your best friend, Leila, she was there when you threw up in the morning from nausea, she was there when you found out you were having a little girl, she was there when you went into labor, she was there when you decided to call your daughter by her middle name, Allison, to thank her for everything she had done for you.

She was also the one who convinced you to follow your dream of opening your own bookstore, guaranteeing that she would help you with Allison.

After the blip, and therefore your parents’ return they helped a lot too, wanting to spend most of the time with their granddaughter and giving you time to focus on the bookstore.

Opening it was the best decision of your life. It was there that you met James Buchanan Barnes.

That day you had to take Allison to work with you since none could keep her.

Yours was not a bookstore with many customers, but that day you would have had a restock and you didn't know where to leave your daughter. Unfortunately for you your colleague, Sophie, just called you and told you she got the flu so she couldn't come and stay in the shop watching Allison.

Your only solution was to take her with you to the restock. So you called the publishing house to let them know you were going to be late since you had to take your daughter with you.

After you finished serving a customer, you turned to Allison who was playing peacefully on her carpet with some bricks you gave her for her last birthday.

"Ally, honey, mommy has to go get some more books and since Sophie isn't around you will have to come with me okay?” you said softly to your daughter

“But mommy I’m playing with my toys!” she replied complaining

“I know baby, but-“ you were answering when you heard the doorbell ring, a sign that someone had just entered the shop.

Looking up you noticed a really good-looking guy. He was probably in his thirties. He had short dark hair, a light beard and cerulean eyes that immediately enchanted you.

When he smiled at you your heart flustered. You haven’t dated anyone since Allison’s father. Well, you have tried to date but apparently, the guys you’ve gone on dates to didn’t want to date a twenty-eight years old single mum of a little girl.

He began to approach the counter as he looked around the bookstore. You decorated it very simply to make every customer feel comfortable.

“Hi, can I help you with something?” you said smiling as he started rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey doll, I know it's a weird request but by any chance do you have the first version of The Hobbit?” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“You mean the 1937’s version?” you asked giggling. God, he could have listened to you laughing all day.

“Yeah...never mind doll it was stupid. I just wanted to read it again.” he said ready to turn around and leave when you noticed his metal arm and immediately somethings snapped in your head.

“Again?...wait you are James Barnes, right?” you asked hoping to thank who brought your parents back.

You noticed a bit of fear and sadness in his eyes. You knew about his past as the winter soldier but you also knew that he was not himself but under the control of Hydra.

“Yes, that’s me but please call me Bucky.” he said and you could see a bit of saddens in his eyes. He was afraid that you recognize him for his past and not for what he was trying to become.

“Oh, ok then Bucky, I'm Y/n and I wanted to thank you, you and the Avengers brought back my parents. Without them I probably would never have been able to keep the bookstore open and take care of my daughter at the same time." you said looking at your daughter who meanwhile got up and was approaching Bucky.

"Can I make a drawing on your chalk? Maybe it'll heal faster." the little girl said referring to Bucky's metal arm.

"It's not a chalk honey, but of course you can. What's your name baby?" he said, lowering himself to the child's height to look her in the eye.

"My name is Allison, it is the middle name of my aunt Leila, she is the only one who helped my mommy while I was in her belly." she said starting to draw on the man's arm.

Bucky looked at you as confirmation of what he thought was true. Allison's father hadn't been there for you during your pregnancy. You showed him a small smile and he immediately wondered with what courage a person would be able to leave you while you were carrying his baby. He has known you for a few minutes and he already knew that you would do anything for Allison and the people you love. He found himself thinking about what it would be like to be among them and have the possibility to spend most of his time with you and your daughter.

As Ally finished her drawing you picked her up breaking eye contact with Bucky.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you find what you were looking for." you said going to take the keys of the shop with Allison in your arms.

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll help me next time. Do you think it'll be okay if I come next week so you can suggest to me some books from this century?" he said with a hopeful smile and a little chuckle.

"Yeah, I would like to be able to help you and spend some time with you to know you better. You intrigue me, James. Until next time." you said and you went to your car leaving him dazed there looking at you with a beaming smile. That was the truth he intrigued you, you wanted to know more about him and his history and who knows what it would lead to.

As he had promised he returned the following weeks for some book recommendations. You began to talk more than about books, you talked about your life, your passions and your dreams. It didn't take long to turn these meetings into real dates. That's how you and Bucky started dating.

Eight months later there had been the unexpected proposal. You were getting married next May and couldn't be happier than now.

Here's how you found yourself on a warm September evening coming home after a long day at work to find Bucky putting Allison to bed. They didn't hear you come in, too caught up in the story Bucky was reading to your daughter. You stood on the door jamb to keep out of sight and to wait for Bucky to finish his story.

" ... and they lived happily ever after. The end." Bucky finished reading the story and then put the book back on the small pink nightstand next to the bed.

"Bucky can I ask you something?" Ally said with her little voice.

"Anything baby doll." he said as he tucked the blanket on her bed.

"Even if you are not, can I call you dad?" she said with a big smile.

"Don't tell mommy, but I just need her signature to officially become your dad." he said and your eyes widened. He wanted to adopt Ally. Well of course you talked about that, but you confirmed that that was a long process and you needed to be married first.

"Really? So you'll be my daddy?" she said and you could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Yes, I'll be your daddy baby doll. Now go to sleep or dad will sell all of your toys. Love you." he said starting to walking out of the room.

"Are you adopting Ally?" you said as he walked out the door to the kitchen.

"Oh my god doll you scared me!” he said turning to face you “I uhm I wanted to ask it to you on our anniversary, you know to make it special, but yeah I want Ally to be officially my daughter.” he said with the biggest smile on his face. You could hear the agitation in his voice. You more than anyone knew that start a family and live a normal life was his biggest dream.

So you kissed him. You didn't say anything, you didn’t have to. You just kissed him showing him all of your love, all your gratitude for him to be in your life.

“I love you so much." you said while he took you in his arms tying your legs around his waist and resumed kissing you.

"I love you too doll. From now on it'll be me, you and Ally. Always and forever." he said sitting on the sofa with you on his lap and giving you one last kiss on the forehead.

"Well actually babe I think you'll have to add another small bean in nine months"

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[7-wonders]

Enemies With Benefits (vampire!Michael Langdon)

The blood bond that you now share with your vampire boss rears its ugly head.

a/n: this follows The Thrill of the Chase, which I would suggest reading to understand what the heck is going on here. also check out my vampire michael tag for all of my works about...well, vampire michael.

It had been approximately three days since Michael Langdon had saved you from dying of internal bleeding by having you drink his vampiric blood. Three of the longest days of your life, to be exact. Kineros was closed until cleaning and hazard crews could properly clear the wreckage that used to be the first floor lab, with Jeff and Mutt being more than happy to pay their staff during this unexpected time off (a decision you suspect Michael had a hand in). Unfortunately, this worked to your disadvantage.

Burying yourself in research was a comfort, a distraction. When life got too crazy or unexplainable, numbers and diagrams and formulas were dependable. There was always a solution, which is why you like the work that you do so much. Now that this is taken away from you, at least for the time being, you're left with only your thoughts, which is far more terrifying than any lab explosion.

You've been trying to keep busy as best as you can, only to encounter...unexpected side effects. Reading a book that had been on your 'to be read' list for a while now? The words were shockingly clear, like you were looking through glasses that magnified your vision times 1000. Instead of reading, you spent an hour getting lost in how you could see the individual fibers of the page.

No big deal, maybe your eyes are just changing. Baking is next on your list, only for the smell of vanilla to overwhelm you so strongly that you had to sit down from dizziness. Nose sensitivity, you assume. But then you can't listen to the new Billie Eilish album because the sound is piercing through your eardrums.

After three days of being able to do nothing but sit in a darkened room in silence, you crack. The business card that Michael had laughingly left behind on that first night sits abandoned on your dresser. You knew enough of vampire lore to know that you shouldn't call until night fell, hence why you waited. Typing the number into your phone (which has the brightness turned down all the way), you put the phone on speaker and set it away from you to reduce how loud it is.

Michael picks up after two rings. "Here I thought I would never hear from you, Y/N."

"What the fuck did you do to me?" you ask.

"What?"

"I don't know if you poisoned me with your blood or something, but something's wrong. Everything's too loud, too overwhelming." You're sure you're whining right now, but you can't help it.

"You're at your apartment?"

You roll your eyes. "Where the hell else would I be, Michael?"

"I'm on my way."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," you mumble, roughly pressing the screen until the call ends.

It's only a matter of minutes before Michael arrives. He doesn't knock on the door, no. Rather, you can sense that he's here. You don't know how you can sense it, considering you didn't believe in anything close to the supernatural a month ago. Somehow, though, you just know. Sure enough, he softly knocks on your bedroom door moments after you know he's here. If you were in a right state of mind, you would berate him for breaking into your apartment (you're 90% sure your front door was locked). But you're not, and so you just make a muffled noise of acknowledgement that you hope he'll decipher as permission to enter.

Michael tuts when he sees you, slipping his shoes off before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I should have seen this as a possibility."

"You should have seen poisoning me as a possibility?"

When you look up at him in disbelief, something strange happens. Your symptoms almost completely disappear. The bewilderment you feel must be showing on your face, because Michael immediately puts a hand on top of yours to calm you down.

And calm you down it does. You fucking melt under his touch, in a way that you've never experienced before. Your entire body yearns for him, and you feel yourself lean into him against your will. It should scare you. Instead, though, it feels right.

"I didn't poison you. You remember what I told you might happen after drinking my blood?"

You nod. "Heightened senses, vivid dreams, you can...feel my emotions, or some shit."

"Correct. There's a symptom that I didn't mention, simply because of how rare it is. I've only known this to happen a couple of times. Sometimes, the bond that is formed when a human drinks a vampire's blood can extend far deeper beyond what is normal. The human craves being with the vampire, and it's near agony for them to not be together."

"What makes the bond so rare?"

Michael's silent for a moment. "Nobody really knows. Some humans and vampires have a blood match, others need a lot of blood to heal and thus feel a stronger connection. Sometimes there's a...soulmate-type bond, but I personally find that ridiculous."

"Probably took too much blood," you surmise, mainly because the other options are far too terrifying to think about.

"Probably," Michael agrees.

"So, how do I make it go away?"

"Physical touch and closeness is the only way that I'm aware of."

You groan, letting your head fall. "Of course it's the only way."

"It should only be for a day or two, pet."

"Call me 'pet' again and I'll bite your hand off."

Michael ignores your threat. "It's either that or the agony that you were facing before I arrived. The choice is yours."

Michael stands up, removing his hand from yours and walking towards the door. The symptoms return, growing stronger with each step he takes, and you realize that you really cannot continue to deal with this.

"Fine!" you stop Michael in his tracks. "Just...come back here, please? I need..." You don't want to say that you need him, because you would rather swallow lava than do that, but the sentiment is clear.

He nods. "Alright."

Slowly, as if he's going to scare you off, he sits next to you on the bed. Ever the proper gentleman, he allows you to determine how this is going to go. At first, you're determined to only sit next to him. For a couple of minutes, that works. But almost like a drug, your body, his blood that now mixes with yours, craves him. Reluctantly, you snuggle into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you.

"Thank you," Michael says after a while. You're nearly asleep in his arms, and you blearily look up at him.

"For what?"

"For putting aside your stubbornness. I could feel your emotions, you know. Feel how much you were hurting."

"And you let me hurt? Even when you were hurting too?"

He smiles. "You needed to come to me. You wouldn't listen to me if it was the other way around."

You chuckle, starting to actually fall asleep this time. "Fuck you, Michael Langdon."

If it were anybody else that would say that to him, Michael would kill them and drain their blood. But the way you said it, as if it were an endearment, stirs something in him. As he sits there on your bed, holding you in his arms and stroking your hair, he thinks. He wishes that he did have all of the answers, like you think he does. Like everybody thinks he does. Even being the first vampire does not make him privy to all of the secrets of vampirism.

He wants to know why this bond between you and he is so strong. He wants to know why he couldn't kill you that first night, and why he felt the need to save you when the lab exploded. There are a lot of things that Michael Langdon does not know that he wishes he does. What he does know, however, is that this moment feels right. And for now, that's all that matters.

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