#now time to go to bed and probably write more fanfic tomorrow

[cupids-chamber]

— " 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 " | Listen to this on loop for full experience.... ★. Content tags/warnings , 1.1k+ words, gender neutral reader, technically everyone x reader (including staff/not so much RSA), can be seen as both platonic and romantic, angst, mentions of food/eating less (reader no longer has an appetite), reader is tired, reader is having a really bad day, reminder: I haven't written in awhile.

Today was a difficult day, many days have challenged you in so many different ways, yet a keen feeling of gloominess had washed over you this particular morning. Your alarm rang blankly into the silent room, you let out a groan of displeasure as you sat up on your bed, staring blankly at the wall feeling a churn in your gut. The curtains were closed, a small ray of light shone through the empty space between your window and the fabric of the curtain; you took a moment to sit and stretch. 

Mentally you cursed yourself, reaching a hand to shut off your phone alarm. Perhaps it was a bad idea staying up late after all, yet how could you resist the urge to finish that new Twisted Wonderland fanfic you found on AO3 recently; The reader resonated deeply with you, and the author's writing was just what you needed. Your eyes stung, you felt like banging your head into your headboard just to stop it from ringing and aching, not to mention you could practically feel the weight of your eyebags.—had you known your body would behave in such a way, you'd have slept at least a bit earlier—Well that's what you're saying now at least, you knew you'd probably repeat the same mistake tonight if another storyline enraptured you just as much as the previous did. 

You began standing up, your whole body woozy from the lack of sleep, you found yourself stumbling over something you left on the floor. You recall how tired you were, too done with the day to be bothered to pick it back up. You walked right past it, 'today was going to end badly' you thought to yourself, since your morning had been a dead giveaway. 

You pocketed some random snack, as breakfast; Running a bit later as per usual. You'd lie to yourself, saying that you'd get up a bit earlier tomorrow but you knew for a fact that unless a miracle happened, you wouldn't. 

The rest of the day was but the same routine, you felt tired all throughout your morning classes, on edge. You would've fallen asleep but you tried to keep your eyes open, as your professor was going over some important project intel that you really didn't want to miss—though you were only half understanding what they were saying—their words felt like gibberish for your only half-functioning brain.

Lunch felt like a chore, despite it usually feeling like a break. You felt like something bad was definitely going to happen, which made you feel anxious; The churn in your gut made it difficult to eat, chew, or drink. Your lunches weren't all that gigantic, as you disliked the feeling of being bloated, yet you barely could find it in yourself to eat. You took a deep breath, you logged into tumblr, perhaps one of your favorite fanfic writers uploaded something new? Anything to distract this heavy mind of yours. 

You checked @kalims page first, they hadn't uploaded in a while—It's been a couple days since they've posted; you figured they'd be busy with school… You pondered on the following page for a while, checking @spadecentral‘s blog, they were far more active then most other blogs you’ve been following and their soft and sweet writings was perhaps just what you needed in this tim—They haven’t uploaded in a while as well? You looked at your screen, maybe everyone was just busy with their finals and/or finishing up midterms at this time. 

You hummed, scrolling frantically through your follows, you sighed softly, maybe today wasn't the day to read fluff, you started checking yandere blogs; ‘nothing like obsessive men to calm you down’ you thought as you clicked on @writingforatwistedworld‘s blog, you scrolled down.. 

‘Weird, nothing new..’, it was as if the whole world had conspired against you today, you took a sigh, perhaps @honey-milk-depresso had uploaded something new on her art blog, after all their wholesome tsundere ship art was just the perfect source of serotonin—And if you were just a bit lucky, perhaps she’s uploaded writing onto her main blog an—Oh.. She hasn’t uploaded either?..  

Your brows furrowed letting out a tired sigh, maybe you should just listen to some music. ‘How bad could this day possibly go?’—you consoled yourself with those words, as you tried finishing up at least a small portion of your meal. 

You forced yourself to clean up and change, crashing onto your bed afterwards. It always felt softer on these sorts of days. Like a welcoming warm embrace, that you didn't want to leave. You took a few moments to vent your stress onto one of your poor pillows, before getting nice and cozy with your warm blankets. 

You laid down on your bed, burying yourself in the blankets, as you grabbed your device from near you, turning the brightness to the lowest possible setting, perhaps you should finish your general tasks on Twst before you take a nap.. 

10 minutes passed and you let out a groan, where did the app go? You never heard of an app disappearing randomly; perhaps you miss-clicked and hid it by accident? A few minutes passed, and you still couldn't find the Twisted Wonderland app, you desperately opened up your computer.. Typing in panic, and yet the official website was gone as well—perhaps it’s just going through some weird update?—Maybe this was only happening to certain servers. You logged into tumblr once again, checking your mutuals profiles and.. some of them were gone? Most of the blogs had nothing from Twisted Wonderland left, the tumblr tags for Twst were completely empty. 

Two hours had only passed and your panic grew, it was odd. You scrolled through your mutual’s blogs for minutes on end hoping to find one post about the game which put a smile on your face on the daily... Yet none... You went on AO3 and even checked other websites which you'd only go to out of sheer desperation for content... Yet nothing...  

You took deep breaths, your breathing pacing as you scrolled till your fingers began to sting from pressure and stress.. Your back arched, as you stared at the screen with an intense expression, desperately tapping away…  finally you entered the app store hoping this was a weird dream or update, like those movies and manga’s and yet.. the app was gone. No mention of it.

You couldn’t even trace a single picture of the game down, not even on Pinterest where everything deleted was still sometimes somehow available. 

'Were you crying? You couldn't quite tell, you felt tired, perhaps this fictional world was just something you created as an escape, yet you didn't think you'd get this attached to some characters on a screen, and now that's it's all gone you feel... kind of.. empty.' 

‘Maybe it was all just a fragment of your imagination…’

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[glorianamultistan]

Requested by @haocovr :- Ok so hiii. I would like to request a top Lee Jongsuk x bottom male reader. The reader is also a famous actor and they act as a psycho couple in the film "v.i.p". And in one scene in the early beginning things start to get kinda hot in the bts and they hook up frequently after that and are in a relationship. They are a super hot couple.

A Jongsuk request! Yas! I am sorry it took so much time; I hope this is up to the mark. I had never really watched that movie before but I watched it to write this.

I do not own the pic.

Y/n was the glamorous villain of the industry, often his role won over the leads of the project he was involved in. There were times his character, no matter how evil, bigoted, and irredeemable, was not killed off in the drama/movie or given a merciless ending because the whole viewership was mesmerised by the charms with which he played that character.

He never had many fighting scenes, being petite he was always given the role of the strategist of the crime.

For Jongsuk this role was a new experience altogether. He had to practice a lot to get the facial expressions and tone of his voice right. Y/n, his partner in the film was doing great, so much so that often during the filming process Jongsuk had to reel back and remember that this is the same guy who brought homemade cupcakes and tea for the crew.

There was something so beguiling about those lips, eyes, and slithery hand movements that y/n's character did as his partner that Jongsuk was going insane with all the phantom touches that he felt running through his body late after the end of the shootings.

One day during the shooting of a brutal torture scene, Jongsuk was having trouble getting into the expressions as y/n, who came to support his fellow actors as he was not in the scene being shot, was wearing a satin shirt which was a bit too deep cut and all the glory of his body was on display for Jongsuk to have obsessive thoughts over.

After the shoot ended Jongsuk slipped away to meet y/n and found him sitting in his van with the gate open, sipping on what was most probably a milkshake.

'Ah! Hyung, what are you doing here!?' 'The shoot is over so I thought we could go out and have dinner somewhere nice.' Jongsuk's lowered gaze, trying to not look too deep into y/n's shirt made the younger blush. There has been a bit of tension between them since they did a makeout scene, it was shot too perfectly on the first try and since then, the other person has been craving more.

It is hard to forget the arms y/n felt around his waist under the sheets during the shoot, Jongsuk did not have to do it but he dipped them lower as if on instincts, and y/n arranged his legs around elder's waistband hands around his neck as easily as if wearing a familiar jacket.

Jongsuk, on the other hand, would have lost a bit of control if there weren't cameras around them.

'Let me inform my manager; he left just now to buy water.' 'You can wait here, I will bring my car; just give me a minute.'

While waiting for Jongsuk to come by y/n's manager returned with the water bottle and the actor informed him about leaving with Jongsuk.

'Should we prepare ourselves for dating articles?' 'Hyung! Why are you doing this!?' Y/n tried not to blush. 'Well, our pretty little guy has been hanging out with his partner from the movie, and anyone with eyes can not look at the scene you both shot in bed and say it was acting.' 'You have been reading too many fanfics again hyung. I asked you to start reading classics right?' 'Please y/n, I will continue later; here comes your date.'

Jongsuk got out of his car and opened the gate for y/n. 'Hi there, Jongsuk, I will be leaving him in your care tonight; please take him to his house before midnight; he has a shoot tomorrow.' 'Do not worry hyung, I will take good care of him.' 'Hello!? I am sitting right here, I have my own mind and voice? I WILL GO BACK WHEN I WANT!' 'Hyung, let's go, I am hungry.'

Jongsuk drove them to his house, and y/n was hot; he was not ready to step into the elder's house like this. Yet, here he was, sitting at the dining table having dinner with Jongsuk, in his house.

After dinner, both the actors were standing on the balcony and enjoying the view of the city. There was a comfortable silence between them.

'I should drive you back. You have a shoot tomorrow.' 'Let it be, I will get a cab; you should rest; you worked the whole day hyung.' 'I am completely fine to drive you back, really, let's go.' In the hall, as Jongsuk was putting on his jacket y/n blurted out without thinking 'What if I do not want to go back?' 'Oh... Then you can very well stay y/n; you should have just said that, I will show you the guest room, come.'

'No, I mean.' Y/n went closer to Jongsuk and held his jacket while looking down, 'I mean, I want to be with you, here.' 'I won't go away anywhere, y/n.' 'Hyung!' Y/n while stomping his foot and looking up to lock his lips with Jongsuk.

Jongsuk dropped the keys he was holding and put his arm around y/n's waist and a hand behind his head. The kiss deepened, Jongsuk easily entered the younger's mouth, and their tongues slid upon each other, then he started sucking so hard on the younger's tongue and lower lip that y/n moaned and lost his balance.

They were on the floor, y/n's legs spread, Jongsuk's breath and taste lingering in his mouth. 'That... was intense hah!' 'Fuck! Baby! I am not ready to let you go yet, can we please continue?' 'Yes, please yes hyung!'

They shifted to Jongsuk's bedroom, and through the night, y/n was pushed to his limits. He never knew how big the elder was and his rough, intense thrusts and bites all over the body, and the grips, literal kneading of skin, Jongsuk left no pleasure untouched.

The shoot the next day was canceled on the accords of y/n not feeling well. In reality, he was still in bed around 2pm, with Jongsuk all over him, playing with the marks he left.

When he reached his home his manager was already there. 'So?' 'Don't worry, we won't let it slip.' Y/n said as he flopped himself on the sofa. 'Yes! Finally! It was so bland to be your manager from the start. I was too free. I wanted you to have a life but you just never listened to me. Wow, I should treat Jongsuk.' 'What do you mean it was bland being my manager!? I gave you no drama to worry about hyung.' 'But hun, I NEEDED DRAMA!' 'Honestly hyung, I am tired, let me sleep then we will order something nice; you should rest too.'

After that night y/n and Jongsuk had been going to each other's house regularly to spend time together after shoots and they even went on a vacation after the shooting was wrapped up.

Soon, through the grapevine, many industry insiders got to know about two of the hottest actors being in a relationship and they were attending parties and events together. As the news broke out, it was supported by the agencies and that was the first time y/n had to face the hate train of antis.

Well, it did not bother him as so many of them got a legal notice from his and Jongsuk's company that they became famous as the 'no-nonsense couple' of the industry.

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[yuristarz]

Hello! Welcome to the first real chapter of Krampuslauf. I know i just posted the prolouge a bit ago, but I'm so excited about this concept right now that I just had to continue writing. I hope you guys like this one!

Prolouge

(English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes)

🌲Krampuslauf(2/?)🌲

Summary:

A nice Christmas getaway, this is what this should've been. An out from your regular stressful life, but things quickly turn from sweet to sour after a certain someone or something invites himself into your life.

A König x fem!reader fanfic inspired by the folktales of Krampus

Disclaimer: he talks about hurting reader but not in detail!!!

This is an 18+ story, so minors please dni!

The bathwater is luke warm when you get out, the wine glass is empty and you're well relaxed. After taking one of the fluffy towels you wrap it tightly around yourself and go towards the sink it's time to get ready for bed. Your luggage can wait, you'll have time for that tomorrow.

Reaching the master bedroom after quickly pulling your pajamas out of your suitcase you smile to yourself. This bedroom is a massive upgrade from yours back home. A king-sized bed a great view and even a fireplace. Yeah you can definitely manage with this place.

Falling into the bed felt like falling on a cloud, soft, warm, and fuzzy. The amounts of blankets and pillows comforting to the touch. Immediately the exhaustion sets in, the jetlag and the long drive finally catching up. After getting comfortable you quickly fall into a dream-less sleep.

You made it almost pitifully easy for him to stalk you. Leaving your curtains open like this, like you want someone to watch you be so vulnerable. His masked head tilts as he focuses on you. Leaning against the windowsill, his eyes glowed an ominous redish blue through the two holes at the front.

After a while of watching you a thought made its way to his head, he could just break in right now...do horrible things to you, unspeakable even. Make sure after he's done with you, people will fear him again. No, not tonight it's too early he tels himself. he'll let you live a bit longer.. let you settle in.

And when the time is right, he'll make you wish you had stayed wherever you came from...

The morning sun makes you squint your eyes as you slowly rise from the bed and stretch. You look around the room again, and your gaze stops by the window. Weird... yesterday an even coat of snow covered the windowsill. You were sure of it, maybe it was a bird or squirrel or it was always like that. Probably nothing to worry about.

After getting up and making your way downstairs you rummage through the cupboards and fridge. There isn't much to eat, mostly dry stuff and a few cans of fruit and onw with stew. You'd definitely have to drive to the small village at the bottom of the mountain to get some more things to eat.

After a quick meal consisting of crackers and some marmalade, you take your suitcases and drag them up the stairs to your bedroom. Opening the big doors to the wardrobe you start to stuff your clothes in it, making sure to put together an outfit together on the way. Now done with stuffing the wardrobe, you push your empty luggage under the bed and get changed.

You walk down the stairs once more and put your winter boots on by the door. As much as you'd love to just stay holed up here in the mountains for the next 14 days you still need food, so that meant driving down the snowie roads and getting enough food as to not make another trip down.

He watches silently as you walk out of the cabin and get in your car and start the motor. Good. That would give him some time to think about the best way to go about this.

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Hi! Thanks for reading chapter 1 of Krampuslauf! It's a bit short but I think as the story continues they'll get longer. I hope you guys liked it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated <3

Since you wanted to get tagged :) @kneelingshadowsalome

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[rei64bit]

Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 6]

Night 6  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.5k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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After that night, you two are getting a little close to each other, at least that is what it seems like. Perhaps its after what you two did, to finally be one intimately, and now every night when your husband back to the bed chamber, he always find a chance to start getting touchy and get intimate, even when you sit on chair doing work, he will just stand behind you and start teasing, in anyway you can think of.. “Isn’t that your wifey duty to take care of your husband needs?” As he said, which one time you trying to reject him as you too busy doing preparation for your work next day.

Today you have been way too busy than usual working on the new mission assigned by All-father, checking on the dwarves’ progress on the new mining site, a dwarf leader named Durlin has been making a scene and on this. You still remember Durlin was the rebel lead of the Dwarves, you may not be part of the war but you did know some of the story from the Asgardians gossiping in the mead hall. Durlin has certain demand before they will start working on the new mining fields and you been trying to negotiate with them which now still with one more demand left – “to grant the dwarves the right to trade in other realms with other species. ” which you will need to get permission from All-father and All-father been away the whole day, your work come to a halt.

Since there is nothing much you can do at this point, the only thing on your mind is to go back and rest, perhaps tomorrow morning All-father will be back to discuss the dwarves matters. “haahhh--” You sighed loudly in a long breath, this is so much work you think to yourself. “Welcome back, wife” You already heard your husband voice even before you open the door.. He really has this weird habit.

“It’s quite rare to see you back so late hm, did you get lecture by the Svartalfheim’s sow hm?” Heimdall sat on the chair, reading his diary. “It was the mission in Svartalfheim, their leader demand something and now left the last one, I need All-father agreement on that.” Rubbing your eye, you said.

“Durlin huh” Heimdall responded. “How you know his name is Durlin?” You questioned. “Well, he is one of my dear old friend I knew from the battlefield, and I gave him a little special treatment” Heimdall been sarcastic again, you know what he mean little special treatment and you remember the scar on Durlin’s head, perhaps that’s his so called special treatment he gave to him. “Yes, to remind that traitor to never bite the hand that feed them.” Heimdall replied to your thought.

You want to avoid talking about war, it’s not really your favorite topic. Putting your equipment on top of another table, you try to catch your breath from the long working hours going back and forth multiple time both Asgard and Svartalfheim the whole day.

“How was your day?” It’s just one of your habits asking such questions, Heimdall found it annoying the first few times but now he just get used to it. “haa- it was fine. Next question.” Turning to the next page he said. You smiled at the way he talks, it’s funny for some reason.

But now you do have something in mind that you have been curious about the whole time since the first day of your marriage, the diary. “Why do you keep reading your diary? It’s the thing you always do when you get back. Seems like you’ve been reading the same few pages over and over.” You probably now regret asking it to cause the way he looks at you is not what you call friendly.

“Sorry..if I crossed the line...” Not wanting to meet his eye, you turn your head continue to clean yourself and change your clothes to your night wear. It is quiet the whole time after you asked that question. You really regret it now, it was dumb.

Getting the book you bought from the Svartalfheim market about wood carving, you lay on the bed to face the window and start reading it. Not sure after how long, you heard Heimdall preparing himself to sleep too. You tense up a bit when he joins you on the bed, hoping he is not mad at you, it will be hard for you to fall asleep when you know someone hate you just next to you.

You felt his hand on your waist, slowly feeling your skin and starting to move up. “hm!” You squeaked at his hand motion, it’s tickle. You grab his hand but not because you want him to stop. “It was my mother’s diary.” Heimdall finally told you what it was and quite a surprise as you don’t expect him to told you especially something belong to his mother, he never actually talk about his mother at all. The suspension after his answer, you gently squeak his hand to get him some comfort.

“That few pages were the page she wrote about me.” Heimdall snuggles his head on your neck and continues. It’s really a very rare sight to see Heimdall to be so vulnerable, even more vulnerable than the time you two get intimate. Heimdall is always a prick to everyone even to you when you both are still not married to each other yet. You still remember the Asgardians complain about the god of foresight how he purposely spills his mead on the floor so the lady not able to have her midday rest. He also a jerk to you too way before you two put in this arranged marriage, he purposely throw your notebook that you accidentally left in the mead hall as you getting too busy into the nearby pond and he told you he thought it was just some garbage and doing you a favor to clean your mess, what a prick. You still remember it took you a week to fully dry your notebook, the content is too valuable to throw away. “I see..” Cut off your own thoughts and you replied back to Heimdall, not sure what to say. You can feel his breath on your neck and his hand trying to turn your body to face him and you comply.

“…” Still silent and you decided to break it. “Do you know where she is now?” You really want to test the water to see if the dreki monster will come out and bite you. “..not sure, her last few pages doesn’t sound happy about Asgard, so she definitely not here..” Heimdall closed his eyes and spoke. That’s kinda make you sad to think that his mother left Asgard, things must be hard for him even he never say any--. “Don’t you dare feel pity for me.” That’s sound like an order to you. “I’m not pity you, I feel sad about it.”  You answered genuinely. Heimdall opens his eyes look into your eyes, you know he is searching something, a falsehood of the statement you make just now. Heimdall is very prideful, he can’t stand people feeling pity for him, this applies to his wife too. You cradle his face with your one hand, kissed on his forehead. And yes, that’s how he started to get in the mood and demanding more from you and things start to get messy..again.

After some time the wave of pleasure finally cooled down, both of you cuddle for sometime before felling asleep.

“Hey, can I ask you another question?” You want to make sure he will answer you or you can drop it if he is not happy about it. “haa--- I knew this going to happen..go on..” Heimdall sighed and put his head on top of your head, and one hand feeling your belly. “I saw the scar on your back, what happened?” You go on. “Is this your hobby to poke on people weak spot?” Heimdall looked at you and said it in a sarcastic way, this is a good sign that means he is not angry.

“..it was when Baldur still a brat, even he still is now. I was not paying attention to him as I thought he won’t be too physical and hurt me in anyway. He threw a spear at me just for fun as he thought I definitely will dodge it.” Baldur, his younger brother was very active when he was a kid and hardly see he sit at one place, he always running around the whole city causing trouble although he didn’t mean it. You put on hand on the scar to feel it. It did give Heimdall a weird but pleasurable sensation as he trembles when you move your hand across the scars. That’s cute you think.

Heimdall has been feeling your belly the whole time whenyou two talk. You looked at him and he just stared at you silently. “..?” Raising your eyebrows signal him to tell you if anything wrong, but he just imitates your face expression and continue feeling your belly but changed to use his finger drawing circle on your belly. “oh.” Realized what he means, that’s the only word came out of your mouth.

“I think it’s a boy.” He looked at you.

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[juneaulime]

Hospital

John Price x Reader

Summary: You go visit your husband in the hospital after his latest mission.

Tags: Wholesome, Fem!Reader (but could be read as Non-Binary!Reader), They/Them pronouns, Not Beta Read.

Notes: Y/N = Your Name, C/N = Child's name.

Authors Note: First of many COD man related fanfics. I'm going to do my best. Have a nice reading.

John got injured quite badly in his last mission. Nothing that bad, just a few broken bones, mainly his left arm and right leg. Y/N decided to visit him on their free afternoon. 'C/N gets out of school at 16:00.' They thought. 'Now it's 14:56.' They thought in the waiting room. A couple more minutes and the front of the desk calls their name. They get up with their basket full of fresh fruits, sandwiches, drawing and letters from C/N. "Greetings, I'm here to visit Jonathan Price." "Alright, wait a minute." The lady looks through her computer and looks back Y/N "Mr. Price room is the number 14. May I know your relationship with him?" "We're married." She types that down. "Very well. Have a nice visit." Y/N thanks her and precedes to his room. There it was. They knock and go into the room. There he was. He lay in his bed watching the tv 'Probably soccer she thought.' He noticed them coming in and smiled at the sight of them. "You came!" 'Goddamn it!' They thought, his smile always made their knees weak. "Yes. I came." They said and put down the basket on the shelf nearby. They proceed to pull a chair and plot it down near his bed. "How's C/N?" "They're fine. Well, missing you, but, fine. I brought their letters and drawings." "Ah, sweet!" He says with a big smile. Y/N takes some letters and gives it to him. John looks through them smiling and giggling. Y/N observes his face. It was bruised and swollen, they looked down, his left arm wrapped in a cast and on his shoulder a new knife wound. They looked down his right leg also wrapped in a cast and also with new scars and scrapes. "What's wrong?" They look at his face "Huh?" "You look... In thoughts." 'Oh' They put on their "I'm fine" voice. "Nothing." "Don't lie to me love, I can see from a mile away you're in thoughts. What are they?" Y/N sighs. "I'm just... Relieved. No, I- I don't know... This time, you came back worse." He laughs "Oh? These? I'm fine! They don't hurt! Don't worr-" Y/N glares at John. "No. Don't tell me not to worry about you. Never. I will always worry about you. That's the least I can do. Other than praying for you to come back to me alive and not just your clothes and dog tag." John sits up and with his right hand he brings her closer to him. "I'm sorry my love. I know it pains you to see me injured like this, but, trust me. I'll always come back to you and C/N." They look at him feeling their eyes tearing up. "John..." John pulls Y/N closer and kisses them. It was a gentle and tender kiss, but full of passion and assurance. They both pull away and rest their forehead against each other. They stay there for a while just taking in each other's presence. Time passed and they both spent it talking about C/N and the 141. But, the time for them to leave came. John was probably sleepy from the meds, so they kissed his forehead. "I have to go and pick up C/N. I'll come back tomorrow with them, ok?" He nods. They pick up their stuff and bids John goodbye. They can't wait to come tomorrow with C/N.

Fin.

Authors Ending Notes: I hope you guys liked it! I actually wrote it down fisically and changed it a bit while transcribing it. Please do give me criticism on where I can improve. See you next time I decide to write, lol.

#John Price x Reader #COD x Reader #John Price #COD #Call of Duty x Reader #Call of Duty

[stillstuckin2000spunkrock]

Smitten Kitten (Lev Haiba x female!reader)

I think I’m going to post some of my old stories from a year or 2 ago. This one always stuck out to me because it was one of my more detailed stories. I believe I write this in about 4 days maybe? Anyway I know there’s not a lot of Lev Haiba fanfic out there so I thought I’d post it! Sorry if it’s terrible in advance lmao <3

The final bell rang, signaling that class was done for the day. You scooped up your books and started to pack them away in your backpack, when you felt a small tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see a guy with spiky black hair, who looked like he just rolled out of bed. You stifled a giggle at how ridiculous he looked, “Can I help you?” You calmly asked him. “You’re a second year, right?” He asked. You sighed, you got this all the time. “Yes I’m a second year, and I’m in more advanced classes for my age.” You rolled your eyes and started to leave. “Wait! I was just wondering because we have a new member on the volleyball team who’s a second year and he needs a tutor.” You turned to face him “Why are you telling ME this?” The man sighed and rubbed the back of his head “Well, if he can’t get his grades up then he’s kicked off the team, and he’s part of Nekoma’s starting lineup so....I was wondering if you could tutor him?” You thought to yourself. You could use the extra cash to save up for that cosplay you wanted...”How much will I get paid?” You asked. “He’s loaded, so probably a decent amount.” The guy shrugged. “His name?” “Lev Haiba.” He replied. “Meet me in the gymnasium after school. You can meet him then. If they question you tell them Kuroo sent you. I’m the captain of the team so that should earn you entryway into the gym.” You nodded. With that the man (now known as Kuroo) gave you a wave and walked out of the classroom.

Later that day after all your classes were finished you headed over to the gym. You felt out of place walking through the building when school was out. The closer you got to the gymnasium the louder the squeaking of the shoes became. You slowly peaked around the door. Inside was a bunch of boys playing volleyball. They must be the school’s volleyball team. You never really paid attention to the sports world at school. I mean occasionally you would hear how someone got injured, but that was about it. “Oi! Katey! We’re over hear!” You glanced over to see Kuroo yelling across the gym to you. Does he have to be so loud? You walked over to him. You could feel peoples eyes all over you. “Woah! Who’s this babe?!” Some guy with a buzz cut yelled. You ignored him and pressed on towards Kuroo. “Hey, you came! I thought you weren’t gonna show.” Kuroo said. “Well I’m here. Where’s Lev?” “LEV GET OVER HERE!” Kuroo yelled. You winced at how loud his voice projected throughout the gym. You noticed a very tall, lanky boy make his way over to you two. “Y/n, this is Lev.” Kuroo said, introducing you to each other. “Oh! You must be my tutor!” Lev said. “Umm yeah.” You replied. You were a little shaken with his height. He was practically a giant! “Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Lev Haiba!” He blushed, extending his hand out for you to shake. You took his hand and shook it “I’m Y/n Y/L/n.” “It’s nice to meet you! So, do you think you can help me?” He seemed nice enough..a little goofy though. “Of course.” You replied, nodding your head. “Great!” Lev cheered. “Do wanna meet at my place tomorrow night?” Lev asked. “I’d have to discuss it with my parents, but I’m sure it’s alright.” “Great! Can I put my number in your phone? That way you have my address?” “Oh sure!” You said, giving him your phone. You both swapped each other’s numbers. “Well, I should let you resume practice. Bye!” You said, Turing around and waving. “Thanks again!” Kuroo replied. “Byeee Y/n!” Lev yelled. You smiled to yourself, Lev seemed sweet..

The next day after you had finished eating dinner with your family, you headed over to Lev’s house. His house was close enough that you could ride your bike and get there in 10 minutes. When you rode up to the house you thought there had been some mistake. This house was GIGANTIC! You then recalled that Monday Kuroo had said that Lev’s family was rich. “If only I had worn nicer clothes..” you mumbled to yourself, looking down at your favorite sweater with disdain. Realizing it was too late to change now, you made your way through the wrought iron gates and up the smooth cobblestone driveway. You felt a little intimidated by the large mansion looming infront of you. With a deep breath you rung the doorbell. A few moments later you could hear footsteps approaching the door. The door opened and there stood a girl who looked around 20, and was very dressed up. “Oh Lev! Your girlfriends here!” She yelled, while beckoning you inside the doorway. You blushed at her choice of words “I’m..uh..not his girlfriend.” You chuckled nervously. Before she could reply you saw Lev bounding down a set of stairs. “Oh, hey Y/n!”Lev said. He then turned to who you assumed was his sister “And she’s not my girlfriend, Y/n’s just here to help me study.” You didn’t know why but you felt your heart drop when he said that you weren’t his girlfriend, like it was merely a question of the weather. It’s not like you cared, obviously you had just met the man. But the way he almost seemed disgusted by that idea kind of stung. His sister rolled her eyes, and walked away. “Sorry about my sister..” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh no, it’s fine.” You said. “So uhh nice place.” You said, surveying your surroundings. “Heh, thanks.” He blushed. “So uhh.. wanna go get started?” You asked. “Oh! Yeah right. Duh!” Lev said, playfully hitting himself on the head. “Follow me!” He said, leading you to the staircase. Wait! Were you gonna go IN his room!? He continued leading you up the rather large flight of stairs, and down a corridor till you stopped at a door at the end of the hall. “This is my room.” He said opening the door for you.

When you stepped inside Lev’s room, you noticed a lot of sports posters, books, trinkets, and a cat tower. “Do you have a cat?” You asked, nodding towards the tower. “Oh yeah! We have 4 actually, but the house is really big so they can be hard to spot sometimes.” You giggled. Lev smiled at you “You can have a seat on my bed.” He said walking over to sit on his bed. His BED!? Oooo boy... Every cliche Wattpad story you ever read racing through your mind. You cautiously took a seat at the edge of his bed, and opened up your backpack unloading your stuff on the bed. “Can you get out your last math assignment please?” You asked. Lev nodded and reached for a very crinkled sheet of paper. Oh boy. This was gonna be IMPOSSIBLE. You took the paper from him, and uncrumpled it the best you could. “Really?” You laughed, as you attempted to smooth it out on your textbook. Lev laughed and said “I know I’m not the neatest. You can probably see why I need a tutor!” Once you had finally made the paper readable again you started helping Lev. Turns out he was really bad at math. His score was horrible, he was a doodler, his notes were just chicken scratch, and he had a hard time concentrating. Somehow, you managed to get through the study session without losing your patience. When it was about 8:00 you and Lev had finished. “Do you understand it now?” You asked. “Kind of. But not really..” He awkwardly chuckled. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah well keep practicing.” You gathered up your things, and Lev led you back downstairs to the front door. “I actually kind of enjoyed math tonight.” Lev said, smiling his goofy grin. You laughed “Well I’m glad you did!” “Hey, I have volleyball practice tomorrow, but do you think you could come over on Thursday to help me prep for the test?” You actually enjoyed yourself tonight, and you liked spending time with Lev. “Sure!” You said. “Great thanks! Bye Y/n!” He said, as you walked down the front porch steps. You turned and waved. As you made it back home safe, you saw your phone light up. It was a text message from Lev:

LEV: Goodnight, Y/n ;)

You blushed and giggled to yourself.

ME: Goodnight Lev :)

You didn’t see Lev throughout the week, so by Thursday you were excited to see him again. When you rang the doorbell Lev answered it this time. “Hi Y/n! Come on in!” You smiled and squeezed past him into the house. “How was practice yesterday?” You asked, placing your shoes on the rack. “It was alright, Kuroo wouldn’t let up on my serves though.” He said, frustratedly. You gave him a sympathetic smile “Sorry about that.” He cheered right up “It’s fine! Let’s go to my room.” You once again followed Lev up the stairway, and to his bedroom. “Oh! I have a surprise for you!” Lev said, stopping right in front of his door. “What is it..?” You asked cautiously. Lev grinned “Don’t worry it’s a good surprise!” “If you say so..” You teased. When Lev let you inside his room you didn’t notice anything peculiar or out of order. “What is it?” You asked. “Over here!” Lev said. You turned to see Lev in the corner of his room kneeling over a basket of...KITTENS!? You rushed over “Awww! Their adorable!” You gushed. “Yeah, one of my cats gave birth a week ago.” Lev explained. He then scooped a little white kitten with brown spots, and set it in your arms. “Awww!” You whispered, cradling the kitty in your arms. Lev chuckled, and rubbed the kittie’s head. “Y’know we can’t keep ‘em all..do you want one?” Lev asked nervously. “Really!?” You asked, excitement flowing throughout your body. “Yeah! If your parents say it’s cool you can pick one out now and take it home in 2 weeks!” He explained. “I’ve always wanted a cat!” You said, snuggling the little kitten closer. “I can take a picture on your phone so you can show your parents?” Lev said. “That’s a great idea! Here.” You said, handing him your phone. Lev took the picture, and you sent it to your parents, who agreed if you paid for it with your own money. “They said yes!” You cheered. Lev laughed “Alright, how about we play with them for a bit, and you can pick out which one you would like?” Lev suggested. “That’s a great idea!” 

You and Lev were having a fun time playing with the kittens. You were about to pick up a feisty orange tabby cat, when a sharp pain jolted through your leg. “Owww!” You exclaimed. “What’s wrong?!” Lev asked, all panicky. “Calm down. It’s just a scratch.” You said, setting the cat down so you could inspect your wound. Sure enough, there on your calf was a deep scratch. “Do you have any bandaids?” You asked, covering the scratch so it wouldn’t bleed all over. “Oh yeah! Follow me.” Lev said, getting up and walking towards a door on the far side of his room. He opened the door and inside was a small bathroom. All of a sudden Lev picked you up by your waist and set you on the counter, then went back to digging for bandages. He did it so casually, while your heart beat quickened a bit at his actions. “We only have actually bandage wraps..so can I..?” He trailed off. You realized that he meant that he had to wrap the bandages on for you. “Oh! Yeah, of course.” You blushed a little. Lev slowly took your leg and carefully pressed a cotton ball on the wound to weaken the blood flow. Your skin grew hot where he touched it. You let out a little hiss when he pressed a little to firmly. “Sorry, I know this stings.” He said, removing the cotton ball and picking up the bandage wrap. He cautiously started to wrap your leg up. You were surprised at how gentle he was being, after all Lev could be a little clumsy at times. When he finished wrapping the bandages around your leg, he leaned down and planted a quick kiss on your knee. Then, as if realizing what he just did, he quickly blushed and chuckled nervously saying “Sorry! Our mom did that to me and my sister when we were kids!” You cold feel your face flush about 20 different shades of red and pink. “No.. it’s okay. It was really sweet actually..” You whispered the last part. You looked up and locked eyes with Lev’s emerald ones. You both stared into each other’s eyes before you cleared your throat and said “Well, uh we should probably get some studying in!” Lev cleared his throat to “Oh yeah! Right. I wanted to show you my score on the homework today.” Lev awkwardly helped you off the countertop, and you both headed back to his bed to work.

You deadpanned when Lev showed you his “good” score on the math homework. “I wouldn’t call this good, but it’s an improvement I guess.” You laughed. Unlike yesterday, this study session was filled with awkward silences. Was it because of the almost kiss? “Hey Y/n?” Lev asked, breaking your train of thought. “Huh? Yeah?” You blushed at your awkwardness. “What do you think is a good goal for me to get on this test tomorrow?” He asked. “Hmmm...” you pondered that for a moment. “I would say at least an 85%.” Lev nodded his head in agreement. “So if I get an 85% or higher, can you come to my game Friday afternoon?” He wanted YOU to watch him play?! “I think that’s a good plan!” You smiled warmly. Lev grinned back that goofy smile that you loved. “It’s 9:30, I should be heading home.” You said, loading up your book bag. Lev helped you gather your things, and walked you downstairs. Just as you had finished saying goodbye, and were walking out the door, you turned around “Oh, and I thought about what kitten I wanted.” You smiled. Lev grinned “Which one?” “That feisty orange tabby.” You laughed. Lev chuckled “It’s a deal!” He said. Then you rode into the night, back home to your own house.

The next day you couldn’t help but hope that Lev passed his test. After lunch when you were exiting the cafeteria, you heard someone yelling your name. You turned to see a tall guy with silver hair, approaching you. It was Lev! You could tell because he was 2 feet taller then the crowd. “Hey! I passed!” Lev yelled, excitedly. “What?! No way! Let me see the paper.” You said, holding your hand out. Lev reached into his book bag and pulled out a piece of paper. You looked at it. Sure enough, there on his paper in red ink was a 89%. “Great job Lev!” You squealed, giving him a high five. He grinned from ear to ear. “So I guess that means your coming to my game, right?” Lev said, rather smugly. You snorted “Don’t get a big head.” You joked, flicking him on the forehead. “Ouch.. Y/n!” He whined. “Speaking of pain, how is your leg?” You instantly blushed remembering the kiss. “O-oh it’s better! How’s my kitty?” You asked. “That’s good news! And your kittens doing great. You should pick out a name!” Lev replied. You thought about it for a moment “Hmm.. what about Tigger!” Lev chuckled “Haha, that’s cute!” “So you like it..?” “It’s perfect.” He smiled. The bell rang. “Oh I’ve gotta get to class! My game is at 3:00 in the gym!” Lev said, rushing off. “Got it!” You called after him. You giggled to yourself at how scatter brained he could be.

At around 2:45 you entered the gymnasium. The bleachers were filled with people. Most of them wearing your school’s team colors, red and black. As you walked across the gym to an open seat, you saw Lev setting up the net. “What a great view..” you sighed contentedly, staring at his thighs. Just then he turned and caught your eye. He smiled and waved. You face grew hot, and you nervously waved back. You felt like the entire gym was staring at you as you made your way to a seat. 

The game was tied. If Nekoma could make this final score they could win! The whistle blew, Nekoma was switching a player in. But who? You peered over the person in front of you to see. It was..LEV!? You knew Lev didn’t do great under pressure, so why would they send him in? It was up to Lev to win the game for Nekoma. You found yourself cheering “I BELIEVE IN YOU LEV!” You blushed when the people sitting next to you gave you some dirty looks. Oops! You held your breath as Lev was getting ready to set. It was too much pressure even for you! You squeezed your eyes shut, and crossed your fingers. A moment later the whistle blew, and you could hear the announcer saying “The game goes to Nekoma!” You opened your eyes to see the crowd going wild, and the team high-fiving one another. Joy rushed through your veins, as you jumped off the bleachers and ran to Lev. Before you could even stop running, Lev scooped you up in his arms and spun you around. “You did it!” You squealed. “I know! I can’t believe it!” He replied. Just then Kuroo came by informing Lev that they had to get their stuff from the locker room. “Oh, sorry Y/n! I have to go. Can you maybe meet me outside in 10 minutes?” Lev asked, getting ready to run. “Yeah, of course.” You said. “Thanks!” He replied, bolting off. You wondered what he wanted to speak with you about...Honestly you were a little surprised that he had won. Lev could be clumsy and a little headstrong at times, but I guess when it matters he really pulls through. 

You were leaning against the cobblestone wall, waiting for Lev. It had been 15 minutes and he still wasn’t ready yet. Just then you heard the sounds of someone’s feet slapping on the concrete. “Hey!” Lev said, a little out of breath. “Did you run a marathon in those 15 minutes?” You asked, laughing. Lev smiled “Ha.Ha. Very funny. So uhh wanna go for a walk?” He asked nervously. What was going on? Why was he so nervous? “Sure.” You replied. You guys started walking. “So...you were amazing out there!” You said, smiling up at him. “Heh, thanks!” Lev said, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/n..I uhh..it was because of you.” “Because of me?” You questioned, very confused. “Yeah. I was worried but when you said you believed in me..I wasn’t anymore...Y/n I like you! And I was wondering if you wanted to maybe...go to the dance with me tomorrow?!” Lev blurted out nervously. You froze. Did he just say...? “Lev..I.. I like you too. I have since I met you actually..” You blushed, looking away. “And about that dance? I would love to go.” You said, smiling back at him. “Oh great! I was scared there..” Lev ranted. You giggled, and leaned into Lev as he put his arm around your shoulders. He walked you home that night. Just when you were climbing into bed, your phone chimed. It was a message from your now BOYFRIEND Lev:

LEV❤️: Hey, thanks again. I’ll meet you outside the school tomorrow. Goodnight! Sleep well!😘

ME: Can’t wait! I love you too!💖

The next night when your parents dropped you off at the school dance, you were nervous. What if Lev had changed his mind? What if he thought your dress was ugly? Just then you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You spun around to see Lev. “Wow..you look really beautiful!” He said. “I..uhh..thanks!” You giggled. “I like your tie.” You said, nodding towards his satin tie. “Oh! Thanks!” He said. “Are you ready?” He asked, taking your hand and kissing it. Your face flushed, and you nodded. Slowly Lev led you into the gymnasium, which was now turned into a ballroom. You had a fun time talking to his friends, and doing goofy dances to silly songs. The night was almost over when a slow song started playing. Lev looked at you, and grinned. You blushed. “Y/n? Can I ask you to dance with me?” Lev asked all dramatically, getting down on one knee. You smiled “Yes you may.” With that Lev wrapped his arms around your waist, as you attempted to reach

his shoulders the best you could. “Can you reach?” Lev chuckled, mocking your height. “In all honesty, not really!” You laughed. “Guess I’ll just have to do this..” Lev said, slowly leaning down towards you. You froze. Was he gonna KISS you?! You felt his lips meet yours, and your tongues collided. They danced around, exploring each cavern to behold.  And you and Lev spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing. That night was one of the best nights of your life. Why? Because it was the first time you kissed your husband.

#lev x reader #lev haiba #haikyuu #lev haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #nekoma x reader

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Rafael/Coral Island fanfic p5 (?)

It is almost 1am and I’ve not slept properly for a week. I have to teach 4 of 5 lessons tomorrow. I have lost all confidence in my writing. I’m not even sure I exist rn. This one is kind of boring but it’s setup for the next one which involves me deciding Rafael is a boob guy. Just let me have this my dudes because I have lost my mind. (Also I kind of love the brotherly love/resentment … definitely doing something with that later on.)

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Rafael was leaning against the wall of the forge staring at his phone, unblinking. He had composed the message a hundred times in his head, but couldn’t get the words right. How could he say “I miss you” without sounding pathetic? He felt stupid; he talked to Rose a couple of times a week as she swung by with geodes to crack or tools to repair and a million other things that were starting to feel a little too frequent to be completely coincidental... She always came by in the afternoon, too, usually when Pablo had taken the morning shift and already left. Rafael hoped that wasn’t a coincidence, but he knew a farmer’s work did usually get done in the morning, so didn’t dare hope too hard. He had continued toying with the idea of turning the emerald she had found into something beautiful for her, but every time he sat down to work on it he convinced himself it was a bad idea, and he was being stupid, before locking it back in the chest at the foot of his bed. Now, he hadn’t seen her for a week, and he was longing to hear the bell over the door jingle and her calling “Hey, hero!”

He had been busy getting lights and decorations ready for the Cherry Blossom Potluck, and so hadn’t been in the shop as much as usual. He imagined her walking in and seeing Pablo instead, and wondered if she had a nickname for his brother, too. The thought hurt, and he substituted it with a mental image of her looking disappointed at not seeing Rafael there instead. He knew it was entirely imaginary, and probably she couldn’t care less about which of them was there when she turned up… but… he sighed, and slipped the phone back in his pocket, dejectedly. He was being an idiot. She was beautiful and friendly and kind, and honestly maybe a little crazy at times, and he was… nothing. He wasn’t Rafael the hero, he was Rafael the dumb little brother that nobody seemed to remember. He went back to work, with a furious pace that had nothing to do with being busy.

On the other side of town, Rose smiled to herself as she collected her first jar of honey from her very own beehive. She had always, always wanted bees, ever since she was little; her grandma had kept bees on the farm, and taught Rose how to care for them. She didn’t even like honey that much, there was just something about bees that had always made her smile. The first thing she’d done when she’d arrived had been to install a beehive and get her own swarm, and it had finally paid off; honestly, if they had never made any honey at all she would have kept them just for the hum, but this tiny jar felt like a very tangible victory. It hadn’t been an easy first couple of months… She had considered giving up once or twice, but the thought of going back to the city where she had been so deeply depressed was worse than the hard work and constant fear of failure here. And still, there were more victories; she had found a talent for fishing which was mildly ironic given her own distaste for fish, and they sold well here on the island. She’d caught a particularly good salmon that day which she kept on ice ready for the Cherry Blossom Potluck tomorrow. She wasn’t so sure about a big soup made of random ingredients donated by everyone, but Alice had been adamant it was “vital to the culture of the island,” and Rose needed to fit in - so the salmon would be her contribution. Alice had given her a rundown of what the festival entailed, and Rose had laughed at Alice’s description of herself as Rafael’s “personal crowd-shield” during the festival. Rose hadn’t seen him all week, and was trying hard not to give in to the urge to message him… He clearly got nervous at too much attention, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was bugging him. On the other hand… He did seem to enjoy talking to her, and maybe just one, casual, chill message would be okay?

She couldn’t resist. Pulling her phone from the pocket of her jeans she opened a new message and began typing, stopping to think in between every few words.

<Hey hero :)>

She sat in thought for a moment… what was her excuse? Maybe something about the festival? But Alice and Rafael were family, and she could bet that anything she had said to Alice about the festival already could get back to him… If she asked something she had already spoken to Alice about, it might end up looking obvious that she was just finding excuses. On the other hand, it could also corroborate that she did actually want to know the answer, maybe something Alice had mentioned, but not elaborated on? She was overthinking this, she knew.

<Dumb question; do people dress up for the potluck tomorrow? Asked Alice, but you know how she feels about clothes - beige and comfy! Don’t want to look out of place, nervous enough already… x>

She pressed send before she could think too hard about what an idiotic message it was. As if she was asking Rafael for fashion advice… she rolled her eyes at herself. Why didn’t she say something about the food? That would have made way more sense, Rafael loved food! She flushed with shame at her own stupidity, rammed her phone back into her pocket, and tried desperately to lose herself in her work.

Rafael didn’t feel his phone buzz in his pocket, or hear it ping; he was still crashing away at the anvil, looking like a thundercloud filled his head. Pablo had noticed, and wondered what his problem was… He had a suspicion, but didn’t dare voice it, in case he set his brother off even more. It had been a while since he had seen Rafael and Rose together though, and it was painfully obvious how into each other they were, even if they were completely incapable of admitting it.

“Was that your phone, Raf?” Pablo had already looked at his, and anyway, his made a much cooler noise when he got messages, much more frequently than Rafael ever did.

Rafael had grunted, clearly not listening to what Pablo said, and looked up questioningly.

“Your phone, Rafaelito? I thought I heard it… Maybe it’s that cute farmer girl you’re always messaging in the evenings when you think I’m not looking,” he grinned, unable to help poking the bear a little bit. And anyway, it was true! Rafael hardly ever used his phone, but since Rose had arrived it always sat on the arm of the couch of an evening when they were watching TV, and sometimes even distracted Rafael from the horror movies he loved so much. Pablo hadn’t commented on it until now; knowing how painfully shy Raf was, he was glad to see he’d found someone to talk to. He was, he admitted to himself, slightly annoyed that he had managed to bag such a hottie, which was usually Pablo’s territory, but he figured his brother was probably owed some good luck with ladies.

By the time Pablo had finished the thought, Rafael had pulled off his gloves and read the message, a smile finally displacing the thunderous look he’d had all morning. Pablo was impressed; Raf hadn’t even taken the bait and replied to the teasing comment… So it must have been her. She was the only one who could make him do that goofy, pathetic smile. Pablo rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to grab a drink, and to give the boy some privacy to work on a reply.

<Not a dumb question, I get what you mean about being nervous, I hate crowds. I just wear whatever’s clean, don’t think people really dress up - hard to do a sack race in nice clothes!> He wrote the message, but didn’t send it, and followed Pablo to the kitchen.

“Pab… Help.” Rafael’s face was burning red, and he hated himself for asking Pablo for help, but he hadn’t spoken to Rose in a week, and really didn’t want to screw it up. He held the phone out towards his brother, then sank his face into his arms on the kitchen counter, ready for whatever mocking, teasing, and bullying Pablo would have for him.

Pablo read the message, and the unsent reply. He sighed. They both really sucked at this.

“I’m going to leave the hero thing alone for now, because you are clearly not in the mood for it… But I will be returning to it when you’re least expecting it.” Pablo smiled, and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Little bro, what I would reply to that message is not what you should reply. I, obviously, being a man who knows his way around a woman’s heart… well, maybe not her heart, but y’know…” he grinned a little, then remembered he wasn’t here to remind Raf of what a proficient ladies’ man his big brother was. “If it were me, I’d tell her she’d look amazing in whatever she wore… And even more amazing if she wore nothing at all.” Rafael hadn’t responded in words, but groaned, his face still pressed into his folded arms on the counter. Pablo continued quickly, “but it’s not me, little bro, it’s you, and I think if you typed that you would probably explode into a million fiery little pieces. So, I think you should send what you’ve written.” Rafael looked up, his face redder than the forge.

“Seriously?” He looked desperately at Pablo.

“Seriously, Rafaelito. Just be yourself; she obviously likes you, have you seen the way she blushes at you? But you have to put a kiss at the end. That’s the rules. If a girl puts a kiss, and you like her at all, you put one back. Bet you a beer that her next one has two kisses, because that’s how women work.” He slapped his brother on the back, and handed back the phone. “Add a kiss, press send. And for the love of the goddess, ‘hero’ hurry up and actually kiss her, so I don’t have to deal with this awkwardness much longer!” Pablo laughed at the look on Rafael’s face, and went back into the other room.

Rafael agonised for a few seconds, wondering if he could bring himself to add the first part of what Pablo had suggested… She would look great in anything… He knew there was no way he could say the bit about wearing nothing at all, although it was true. If his face could have been any deeper crimson, it would have been, and he quickly turned back to the message in the hope of getting the image of Rose’s clothes slipping off out of his mind, only for it to be replaced by the thought of him kissing her, his arms wrapped around her unclothed body. He slammed the “x” into the end of the message and forcefully pressed send, before dropping the phone on the counter like it was red hot and going back to the anvil.

Rose read the message the instant it came through… She was trying not to be too keen, but she couldn’t help herself. She had gotten so used to talking to Rafael, and admittedly, thinking about him quite a lot too when she had a chance… There was a kiss at the end! Her heart raced. They had only sent a couple of messages to each other, he wasn’t really one for being on a phone, and she always ended hers to him with a little “x,” but he had never replied with one… until now. She desperately wanted to keep the conversation going, but what to say? He had answered her question, and hadn’t added anything she could really follow up… Maybe blatant sarcasm was the way, that always helped, right? Make a joke, keep things light?

<Thanks! You’ve saved the day once again, hero. So, six-inch heels and a mini-dress, right? Looking forward to seeing you there… xx>

A while later, when Rafael read the message, he laughed and, beaming, went to get Pablo a beer. That evening, after Pablo had gone out, he retrieved the emerald from the chest at the foot of his bed once more.

#coral island rafael #fanfic #rafael coral island #coral island #fluff #send help

[pascaloverx]

As It Was (S2)

Chapter Ten

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Summary: Lots of news in this new season, which will be full of several twists and discussions. And of course, lots of James Buchanan Barnes.

Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

Waking up in a hospital bed is much more uncomfortable than it seems. In fact, at first I thought I was dead. But it was when I tried to move and felt a pang in my stomach that I realized I was alive. I don't know how happy or sad this makes me. Someone I believed was good cheated on me, someone I loved died and I have no idea where the hell my ex husband is.

"Thank God you finally woke up, I'm going to call the doctor but try to stay conscious for the next few minutes at least." Dave speaks happily as if he's been yearning for me to wake up.

A few moments later I was so confused that I didn't even notice a team of doctors and nurses entering my room, it was almost as if I were a rare specimen. They are analyzing my every mole, asking standard questions like do I see this or that, do I remember my name, and checking my moles as soon as they enter what appears to be my hospital room.

"Doctor, what happened to me?" I ask, fearing that they are analyzing me because something terrible is about to happen.

"You may be a little confused in the next few days, the shot you took hit your spleen, which resulted in complications in his surgery. You got on induced coma for a while so that we could guarantee a recovery. The exact time you were in a coma was six months. The good news is that your body has fully recovered, without any apparent signs of trauma. For any additional information, you can ask the doctor on duty or the nurse who will be responsible for the care of this ward." The doctor speak so seriously, I feel a little confused with so much information.

"Will I be released soon or will I have to stay here for a long time?" It's the only question I long for the answer.

"We have to keep you here for at least another day for further observations but probably tomorrow, you will be released and you can go home." He speaks subtly with precision. It's a relief knowing that I will soon be able to leave here if everything is okay with me.

Dave enters the hospital room a few seconds after the doctors leave, looking extremely relieved. I really want to hug him but you're afraid to make sudden movements.

"You look like you got hit by a truck but I'm so glad you woke up. Sam and the girls were just as worried as I was, wondering when you would wake up." Dave says sitting in the companion's chair next to my hospital bed.

"How is Bucky?" It's all you can think about, wondering how my ex-husband was, who risked his life because of me.

"You won’t like to know. I think for your recovery, it’s better if you know this later.” Dave says while holding my hand softly.

"I need to know how he's doing Dave. If you consider yourself my best friend, start talking." My authoritative tone must be more powerful now because Dave seems to want to obey me.

"Barnes is working..." Dave sounds so uncertain saying this like he's afraid of my reaction.

"What do you mean, working?" Something inside me says I'm going to get stressed in the next few minutes.

"His father figured that Killian and Rogers would betray him and made a dossier and secretly handed it in before he died. The FBI and national security had no doubts about Barnes' innocence so as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he returned to work. I think he even got promoted." Because this information doesn't surprise you, it reminds you why I ended up ending my relationship with Barnes.

"What a son of a bitch, how can he come back after everything we've been through...what about Rogers and Killian?" This I really hope that one of them is at least arrested.

"Both are on the run from the police, but they disappeared. Which is kind of good news." Dave talks trying to sound optimistic.

"They both have reasons to kill me. Which makes it even worse." Stress slowly eats away at me as I imagine how unbearable my life will be.

"We will be with you and Barnes will also take care of you. Rumor has it that you're going to have cops watching." Dave tries to calm me down, which somehow works.

"I think I'm going to need some time to adapt to this information but I'm glad I'm back." I say, holding Dave's hand tightly as I lie to his face. I'm not happy, I'm desperate. My father died, my ex husband is still the same idiot and there are two cruel men wanting my head. I couldn't be more fucked up.

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Smaug’s Daughter

Thranduil X OC/READER

Spicy, fix-it, dragon-shifter fanfic!

A daydream turns into reality for reader who finds herself mated to Thranduil in Middle Earth. Fic follows reader through the events that transpire in the Hobbit while she struggles to manage a relationship to a stubborn king while trying to save those who shouldn't have died in the hobbit! Plenty of NSFW and happy endings always!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36555799/chapters/91167853

Chapter 1:

I was trying to fall asleep and I’d tried all of the tricks without success. I’d opened the window so the room was cold even though I’d probably wake up with a cold. I’d tried breathing exercises: Breathing in for 5 seconds, then holding it for 5 and then breathing out for 5. I’d even counted backwards from 200 in spanish. And I was no closer to falling asleep than my dog, who was sleeping in my bed with me of course, was close to sitting up and talking to me. 

Aaaa. I really ought to fall asleep soon so I would be able to get up early tomorrow and get started on my essay. It was due at midnight.

Well, there was that last thing I could do, although I shouldn’t… Considering I had recently been diagnosed with not only ADHD, but also maladaptive daydreaming disorder, my therapist had advised me to ease down on the daydreaming before sleep. But my phone revealed the time was nearing 2AM and I was getting desperate. Besides, my therapist had said to ease down, not immediately stop? Right? Right.

Okay: Snuggling into my multiple duvets I closed my eyes again to plan the daydream that I could fall asleep to. Since I had watched the first and second Hobbit movies before going to bed, that was where my mind went. More specifically, towards Thranduil. I had been obsessed with him for years now. I’d probably scrounged through all the fanfictions on AO3 involving him. But no fic ever managed to scratch that specific itch of what I needed from him. Not that the fics were poorly written, not at all - most authors on AO3 wrote better than published books I’d read, but what I wanted always felt like the missing piece in a puzzle, many other pieces were good, great even and I tried them all but I could never quite find the one who fit. And you know what they say: If you can’t find it, write it. Well, I couldn’t pull up my computer now, then I’d never fall asleep. Second best to writing was just imagining it in your head.

So to that, I couldn’t just barge into the Woodland Realm, couldn’t just go knocking on the door expecting to bang Thranduil without further ado. No, that wouldn’t be realistic. I had to have a reason. I had to create a persona. A backstory for myself in Middle-Earth. I had to be someone that he would fuck.

So who would I be? Elf had always been the obvious choice, but for this particular daydream I found it too mundane. I wanted to be something else. Someone more interesting.

I had recently gotten into reading a particularly smutty series about dragons-shifting-men. Dragons who had one true mate. Hmmm. Of course, Thranduil couldn’t be the dragon. I had to be the dragon. Me being a dragon would make for extremely intriguing drama considering Thranduil hated them so.

But I couldn’t just be any dragon, it had to make sense for the story. My mind immediately jumped to Smaug, but he wouldn’t exactly make the best fatherly figure. Hmm. Maybe he went mad when my mother died dramatically because they were mates? Speaking of which: maybe my mother was elven? Yes. I could be half dragon and half elven. Perfect. I could be raised by Beorn since he also was a skin-changer and that is also where I would meet Thorin & company. The fact that I was Smaug’s daughter would be problematic, but I’d get to that later. Obviously I’d go with Thorin & company into the forest. We would be taken by the elves and then I would get to meet Thranduil who would be my mate and so the moment he laid eyes on me he would be affected because I would go into heat. My pheromones would drive him crazy until he had to have me. And considering I was half dragon he would probably hate-fuck me into oblivion because he hates dragons. Yes. It was all coming together now… Through my intensive daydreaming planning I found myself increasingly more sleepy and horny by the second.

ZZZzzzZZZZZzz….zzzZZZZZzzz

I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke myself up the next morning by a loud snore - one that probably came from me - I huffed at no one in particular and snuggled deeper into my bed. Somehow, it didn’t feel as soft as the day before, but I was too drowsy to notice much.

There was a big bang, ripping me out of my slumber, making me fall out of my bed in shock. My butt hit the stone cold floor. Someone was trying to break in! Jumping to my feet I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I did not recognize anything. This was not my bedroom. Where the hell was I? The banging on the door continued. It sounded as if no small army was trying to break into the house I was currently in. My heart beat frantically as I tried to prepare for… I don’t even know what. Looking around the house gave little clue to where the fuck I was at. The house looked as if built for a giant. A giant in the 1500s or something: There was no electric light anywhere, no fridge, no radio, no nothing that came from the 21st century that I lived in. There were two cows with horns and a horse just chilling in the living room, but they didn’t seem to care much about the intruders. Was I in a barn? But then why was there a bed here and why had I been sleeping in it? I only managed to grab a broom before a set of tall doors opened, letting in a myriad of short people with long hair. They were all screaming and yelling as if the devil himself was chasing them.

I quickly understood why they were acting in such a way when a giant bear-wolf-like creature stuck its head through the doors and roared. I retreated until my back hit the wall, clutching the broom as if my life depended on it. There should be laws against this happening to someone who’d just woken up. It wasn’t until they managed to close the doors that I realized the short people were accompanied by a tall one. One that I would recognize anywhere. It was Gandalf. What the fuck?

They all drew a breath of relief when the doors were sufficiently closed and I hid demonstratively behind a bookshelf.

“What was that?” One of the little people yelled out. Dwarves I realized, not just any little people. And not just any Dwarves. Thorin Oakenshield’s dwarves. I was in the plot of the Hobbit.  I was dreaming. I must be. Lucid dreaming! How exciting!

“That is our host-” Gandalf declared. His gruffy voice was just like in the movies. The dwarves looked stunned. Beorn, I remembered. So if this dream was going according to how I’d planned, then I was his adoptive daughter. I was half dragon, half elf. I lifted my hand to my ear. Pointy. Nice. Shit, I hoped my alarm wouldn’t ring until I’d get to meet Thranduil. “His name is Beorn.” Gandalf continued before pausing dramatically. “He is a skin-changer.” Skin-changer. Just like me. I wondered how I would change into a dragon. I looked down at my hands. They looked the same. My nails were a bit dirtier than I would like and I had some cuts and bruises, but both my hands had the right amount of fingers. I was wearing practical clothes, reminiscent of what Aragorn wore and my hair was flowing down my shoulders, big red and messy. Wait, red? I wasn’t exactly a redhead back in real life, and I couldn’t remember scripting it either… Alas, I had bigger worries.

“Sometimes, he is a huge black bear. Sometimes, he is a great, strong man.” Gandalf explained as he walked further into the house. When should I make my presence known? Some of the dwarves walked into the kitchen area, but Gandalf was approaching my hiding spot past the cows. “The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves.”

Outside the house, Beorn growled menacingly. “He’s leaving.” One of the dwarves with orange hair and beard said. Ori, if I were to guess. “Come away from there.” A dwarf with nicely braided gray hair hissed, pulling Ori away from the door. Probably Dori, one of his brothers. “It’s not natural. None of it! It’s obvious. He’s under some dark spell!’” He added. I swallowed. How the hell would I convince Thorin & Company to bring me along if they thought skin-changing was messed up? Not to mention that I didn’t know anything about fighting. I didn’t even know how to change.

“Don’t be a fool.” Gandalf scoffed. “He’s under no enchantment but his own.” I took a deep breath. Okay, maybe I could talk sense with Gandalf. The tall wizard took off his pointy hat. “All right, now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” He said, then he sighed. “I hope.” Only I could hear the last part. But they still hadn’t found me.

Knowing Beorn was staying guard out there so that the Orcs wouldn’t kill the dwarves in the middle of the night was at least a little comforting. I had no wish to meet Azog and his fugly offspring whose name I couldn’t remember.

The dwarves did what they do best. Eat and sleep. I stayed put, still debating how to handle the situation. Many hours of snoring passed, the sun was about to come up, and still I couldn’t make my mind up. But I should act soon, lest my phone wake me from my favorite universe. I’d already wasted enough time. As I took a careful step from behind the shelf I caught a glimpse of Bilbo who sat up and casually pulled out a ring, the ring. He beheld it as if it wasn’t the one fucking ring. I nearly gasped, but put a hand over my mouth just in time. I could hear it calling for me. Could feel the pull of it. Shit, that meant it would be able to brainwash me, right? Gods, I wanted no part in that. I turned so that I could sneak out through the window in order to put distance between the ring and myself. On the way there I promptly stumbled over one of the dwarves who lay sleeping. Bilbo hurriedly put the ring away as I tried to stay on my feet by grabbing anything and everything within reach. This of course only created a ruckus as I and all the things I’d tried to grab crashed to the floor onto the dwarf who was sleeping there. I’d only made contact with the dwarf’s body before he awoke with a start and turned us around quickly as lightning, putting an ax to my throat as if he’d been sleeping with it under his pillow. All the dwarves were waking up now, shouting and yelling, ready for a fight.

I couldn’t blame them. It would be impressive to not wake up due to all the commotion I’d stupidly created. I laid there, breathless as I stared into the shiny gray eyes of the one and only Thorin Oakenshield, while he had the ax to my throat, basically straddling me. And at the same time that I was silently freaking out about him, He was looking at me as if he’d seen a unicorn.

“An intruder!” A dwarf exclaimed before another shouted: “Who is it?” I couldn’t take my eyes away from Thorin, couldn’t even blink. He, in turn, didn’t take his eyes off of me either. Was it wrong of me to find the situation slightly arousing? The look Thorin was sending me was making heat pool in my lower stomach and I quite liked the whole ax to my throat thing. It was hot. I probably couldn’t throw him off if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to. Though I was taller, he was heavier. But not uncomfortably heavy. Just the right amount of heavy.

“An elf.” Thorin said. His baritone voice reverberated delightfully through my body. There was outrage among the dwarves, but they didn’t sound as if they wanted to kill me. Maybe they just thought I was a spy of some sort? The doors opened once again then and the tallest man I had ever seen walked in, breathing heavily. Beorn presumably. In real life he was played by an incredibly hot actor. But in Middle Earth he looked more like a caveman. The dwarves scattered, understandably.

“Get off my daughter.” Beorn said. His voice was calm, but his whole aura gave off a no-nonsense type of vibe. There were several gasps among the dwarves. Thorin looked puzzled, but moved the ax away from my neck and got to his feet. He stretched out a hand towards me and I took it. He basically pulled my whole body off of the ground as if I weighed nothing. When I came to stand it was as if his body shrinked. No, it was just me who was taller. In real life I stood about 5’6 feet off the ground, but I had to be taller in this dream as his head was about the same height as my boobs. Realizing I was still holding onto his hand, I felt my cheeks grow warm and quickly let go. “Sorry.”

“It is I who should apologize.” Thorin said. He wasn’t as out of it as I, but he was definitely affected by me in some way.

“That’s alright.” I gave him a small smile before I turned to Beorn. “Breakfast? I bet everyone is super hungry and has lots to tell us.” I hoped it didn’t sound as conspicuous to their ears as it did to mine. I knew exactly what the dwarves were here for after all. Had seen it a million times.

“Very well.” Beorn replied. Confidently, as if I knew exactly where everything was in this house, I walked over to the dining area and started making the table as if this was all natural and I had lived here for 24 years. Beorn went to milk the cows and the dwarves started helping me plate, while the others packed up their stuff. When all the food was on the table and Beorn was done milking, everyone sat down. I found myself seated between Fili and Kili who looked at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. It was endearing. They were also extremely handsome up close. My fingers itched to touch their hair for some reason. Obviously I knew that would be considered strange and rude and held my hands to myself.

“So you are the one they call Oakenshield.” Beorn started, pouring milk from a giant container, that was probably half the size of Thorin, into huge wooden cups. I had found a couple cups, plates and cutlery that were smaller - indicating that someone smaller lived here: Me. “Tell me,” Beorn's eyes found me before he turned back to Thorin who was sitting with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Why is Azog the Definer hunting you?”

“You know of Azog?” Thorin was visibly shook, as I would say. Everyone was eating quietly, watching the conversation between my adoptive father and their king. But many looks were thrown my way, as if they could not avoid looking at me. I really ought to find a mirror to assess what I looked like. I hoped I wasn’t as hairy as Beorn. That would be difficult for Thranduil to swallow, I imagined.

“My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family.” Again, most of the dwarves looked at me. I lifted my cup of milk, though I did not much like milk, just to have something to do with my hands. “But some he enslaved.” Beorn added. Poor Beorn. I, and everyone else, noticed the cuff still on his hands. Gods, had we never attempted to take it off? What an awful reminder it must be. “Not for work, you understand, but for sport.” The mouthful of milk I’d just drunk tasted sour in my mouth at what he said. What an awful motherfucker Azog was. I couldn’t wait for him to die. “Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.” I visibly vinced. Was that how he and I had met? I hoped not.

“There are others like you?” Someone asked.

“Once there were many.” Beorn said. I could sense how sad that sentence made him.

“And now?” It was Bilbo who asked.

Beorn looked at me. I swallowed and managed the tiniest shake of my head. I didn’t want him to just blurt it out like this. There had to be a better way to explain it. I would never get to Mirkwood if they knew I was a dragon. And not just any dragon. The daughter of Smaug. That would not bode well.

Thankfully, Beorn was a good actor. “Now there is only one.” He replied sadly. I hoped no one had seen our little interaction. If they had, they didn’t mention it.

“You need to reach the mountain before the last day of autumn.” Beorn went on.

“Before Durin’s Day falls, yes.” Gandalf agreed. I couldn’t remember him saying that, but I knew what it meant. “You are running out of time.” I said, my voice steady.

“Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.” Gandalf said.

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Foul things creep beneath those trees.” Beorn replied. Shit, did that mean he would not let me go? “There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need.” My adoptive father added. I held my tongue. How would I convince them to let me join them? Any of them?

The dwarves bore crestfallen expressions on their bearded faces. “We will take the elven road. That path is still safe.” Gandalf seemed the only one with hope intact.

“Safe?” Beorn scoffed. “The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise. And more dangerous.” He gave me a pointed look. I hadn’t fully planned out what kind of elf my mother was. But I’m guessing she was not from Mirkwood then. Or maybe she was? I ought to have a good long conversation with Beorn before leaving so I could get my story straight.

“But it matters not...” Beorn continued, moving his scrutinizing gaze from me to Thorin who’d gotten up from his seat. “These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive.” Beorn got up from his seat. He hadn’t blinked in ages. I wondered what I was supposed to call him. Not by his first name surely? Surely I called him dad? If this was my dream that I controlled I would call him dad. He’d raised me. It was what he was.

“I don’t like Dwarves.” Beorn said, getting up from his seat. Rising to his probably like 9 feet. I gasped. Not at his height but at what he was saying. “They’re greedy. And blind. Blind to the lives of those that they deem lesser than their own.” That was. That was really rude!

“Dad. You can’t just-” I interjected. Beorn was nearing Thorin, but stopped to pick up a mouse from the table as if to underline his point. He sighed and turned to me. “But Orcs I hate more.”

“What do you need?” He asked Thorin then and I visibly relaxed even though I knew he would help them.

While the dwarves started cleaning up after the meal I followed Beorn, my dad, out to ready the horses.

“You wish to join them.” He stated when we had made it to the stables, out of hearing reach. Could he read my mind? I opened my mouth to protest, but he was right. I did want to join them. I closed my mouth and nodded instead.

“What do you think they will say if they find out you are not only a Dragon, but Smaug’s daughter?” He asked. His voice was calm, but I could see the tension in his hands as he was sadling the ponies.

“I am your daughter.” I said.

A brief smile danced upon his lips. “That you are.” He put the saddle on another pony before he turned towards me again, lifting a hand to gently caress my cheek. “Arien, my beautiful daughter. Have you thought this through?” He asked. My heart skipped a beat. In real life I wasn’t particularly close with either of my parents, and the way Beorn was looking at me was making me want to cry and be held by him. If I did that, however, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever stop crying. I realized he’d called me Arien. In my planning, I hadn’t gotten as far as to pick a name, but Arien was a nice name. I hadn’t heard of it before, but it sounded elven. I generally had a pretty awful memory though, so she could be an important figure. How I was remembering the plot of the Hobbit so vividly detailed was baffling.

I swallowed and then cleared my voice so that it would not falter. “I wish to help.” I said, realizing just how true that was. It was more than just wanting to fuck Thranduil already. How could it not be? In this dream I might have the chance to prevent some deaths, hopefully many. I could do some good. For some reason I also had a feeling that if I showed up in my Dragon form, then Smaug would leave. I did not think he would harm his daughter. If I was able to stay asleep for that long. But time surely had to pass differently here than in real life. I’d had many dreams that had lasted for what seemed like long periods of time, but none of those had been like this; lucid.

Beorn nodded. He looked so forlorn that I couldn’t help but give him a hug. He was much taller than me, so when I put my arms around him he lifted me many feet up off the ground and hugged me tightly back. “I’ll be fine, dad. I’m a dragon! They couldn’t hurt me if they wanted to.” I told him assuringly as he put me back down.

“They might want to hurt you when they find out.”

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[austinstyles]

Friends

Niall Horan fanfic

Info: In this fanfic the reader and Niall are good friends. And share a friendship were people have suspected that they are dating.

Warning: spelling mistakes and let me know if I forget anything.

Y/n pov

Me and Niall have been friends ever since we were kids, and our friendship is still going strong. Even with him being the famous Niall Horan, to me he is till the same guy I have know since we were kids. So we both grew up in Mullingar. And our friendship has just been blossoming more and more since we met.

Even with both of us in a relationship with different people, we are still the best of friends. And my own boyfriend has gotten used to me also hanging out with Niall alone as friends. But we have had the experience we’re people think that me and Niall are dating. Then we start to explain that we are not dating. But I do understand that for some people it can look like it.

And Niall’s girlfriend is totally fine with our friendship. There are sometimes we all go on double dates together. Tonight me and my boyfriend were on a double date with Niall and his girlfriend. On this double dates we just sit and have friendly conversation’s all around.

This friendship was still strong while he was touring and being all over the world, and he still does go on tours and meets so many amazing fans. I have also been to his shows, being in the area and just being so excited to see his joy of preforming.

As the night goes on we soon decided it was time to go home. Well my boyfriend had to go since he had a work thing in the morning. And I also remember I have to finish something for my work tonight. So me and my boyfriend said goodbye to Niall and Amy. (Amy is Niall girlfriend) After saying bye, I walked in the direction of were I parked my car. And my boyfriend Derek had also parked his car close to were my car was parked. I said goodbye to Derek and got in my car. And then started the 20 minute drive.

When I got back to my apartment, my phone vibrate and I looked to see how has text me. The message was from Niall.

Text conversation:

Ni: Hey, I just wanted to know if you got home safe?

Y/n: Yes I did thanks for asking. I am just now inside my apartment.

Ni: Good that you are home safe. How was tonight? I had a great time. It is so nice to able hanging out together and with our partners as well.

Y/n: Yeah I had a great time tonight. And I agree that it is nice to hang out with each other as a group. Have a great rest of your night Niall. We can talk more tomorrow.

Ni: Yea, have a great rest of your night y/n and we can definitely talk more tomorrow.

Text conversation over.

After putting my phone away and charging it for tomorrow, I remember that I had to finish up some stuff for work, I sit down I front of my computer and started to finish my work. You might be wondering what my job is, well my job is as a writer. I specifically write articles for The Post. My dream was always to be a writer so I follow my childhood dream into adulthood. After finishing my work I get ready for bed and set my alarm before falling asleep.

Niall pov

Me and y/n have just known each other since way before I was the famous Niall Horan. I am happy that we still have the friendship we have today. We actually meet in 1th grade and that started the friendship we have shared, and continue to share.

We are both the same age. But out birthdays are not on the same day. I have my birthday in September and y/n has hers in February. So we are a few months apart.

We have always supported each others dream o DC what we wanted to do in life. She supporters me with my music career and I support her writing career.

As you can understand we’re the best of friends. And I don’t think it will end anytime soon.

Actually we don’t live in the same area. I am between London and LA, but y/n she lives in LA. So we see each other when ever we can.

So as you can probably understand, we have a really strong friendship bond. I am thankful for having y/n in my life.

I suddenly heard my phone ring, and look to see y/n calling me.

“ Hey, y/n how are you doing today?” I asked her over the phone.

“I am doing good Niall, how are you doing today?” She asked me over the phone.

“ I am doing good. Do you have any plans later on today?” I asked hoping we could hang out with each other later today. Just the two of us as friends.

“I am available later today, want to meet up and hang out together?” She asked me. And I felt like she was reading my mind.

“Yes let’s meet later today and hang out together. It does sound nice.” I told her.

“Great should we meet at 4pm?” She asked me.

“ Yes 4pm works for me. Should we meet at that cafe we got to some times?” I said, and was wondering if we should meet at the specific cafe we go to when it is open.

“Yes let’s meet their at 4pm. See you later Niall. I have to get back to my writing. Can’t wait to hang out with you. Bye.” She said.

“Okay y/n see you later. And I also have to get back to my song writing. Can’t wait to hang out with you ether. Bye.” I said, and we both hung up the phone.

Y/n pov

Late that day.

I am sitting at a table in the cafe waiting for Niall. It is nice to have moments of just us hanging out together. Then after a few minutes I see Niall walking  towards me. I got up and went to give him a hug.

After we hugged we both sat down and ordered what we wanted. Our conversation started and was about how life is going at the moment.

I just enjoy every minute I can spend with this amazing human being. I feel so lucky to have him as a friend.

Sometimes it can be hard to find time, we’re we just hand out. Since I live in London and he is between London and LA. But we always try when he is in London to make time.

Our friendship has a really strong bond. And our bond can’t be broken.

He is one of my best friends. And I can’t imagine my life without him in it as a great friend.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy this fanfic. And hope you enjoy the friendship in this. Sorry if it took some time. Just took some breaks form writing. And also had some other ideas I wanted to write. And I tried my best. And I try to write long fanfics but sometimes just short ones feel easier. I might have longer ones in the future. And just please be patient with my writing. My next fanfic after this I don’t know when I will post it. Just have a eye out for my fanfics. Take care.

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Grace

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is my take inspired by the conversations over the last couple of days. Hope you all enjoy.

He frowns into his book as he sneaks another glance at her staring at herself in the full length mirror they have propped up in the corner of their bedroom. He has noticed she’s been doing that a lot more frequently lately, when he is in bed already and she thinks he can’t see her, checking herself out in what clearly has become a self-recriminating way. He hates that something has caused her to doubt herself so deeply that nothing he’s done so far has worked to restore whatever faith, whatever confidence was lacking.

When he hears her sigh, for the fourth time tonight, as she takes in yet another view of her side profile, he decides he is not going to remain quiet any longer. They were going to fix this, whatever this was, now.

“Brigitte?” He asked gently.

“Mhmm?” She replied, not drawing her attention away from the reflection in the mirror.

“What’s wrong, chérie? Why on earth are you torturing yourself like this?”

“What do you mean?” She asked, feigning innocence.

“I mean for three weeks now, every night before bed, I’ve seen you glare at yourself in that mirror and nothing I’ve done or said, indirectly trying to address the problem, has fixed it. So. I need you to tell me, directly, what’s wrong so we can fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix -“

“So there is something bothering you. Out with it.”

“I’m getting old,” she said simply, her head dropping to hang at that.

“What?” He laughed, stopping abruptly when he saw the tears collecting in her eyes. “Oh, chérie, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at the absurdity -“

“It’s not absurd, Emmanuel! You’re married to an old woman, who has started to sag and wrinkle and -“

“I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world -“

“Oh stop, love’s not that blind.”

“I’m serious, Brigitte. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see the most beautiful smile, so wide, warm, and welcoming that it warms me up on the inside, gives me those little butterflies, you know the ones, makes me want to duck my head and break whatever spell your eyes cast when they scrunch up on the sides so full of joy and love.

“And yes, I see the laugh lines when you smile, but when I do, I think of your laugh, that beautiful pure sound that I can’t ever get enough of, and I think of all the moments we’ve had, you and me and our children and our grandchildren, laughing, and I can’t think of a more beautiful thing. Except then you do something else, or say something else, and then that’s the new most beautiful thing until you do it again and again and again.”

He paused for a moment, weighing up what exactly he was going to say next, knowing he needed to get this point across to her, but unsure exactly how to reassure her just how much he was always going to love her.

“Listen to me very, very carefully, Brigitte Macron,” he said emphasizing her last name possessively, trying to underscore his point. “I love you because you are my soulmate. You are beautiful, that is true, and sexy, and yes - we all age and that’s totally okay! But I fell in love with your brain first, you know. It was talking to you about everything and anything while we were writing that play together all those years ago when I knew you were The One, when it became clear that I had always known you, that I was always made for you.

“And then I saw your heart - your kindness, what it means to be loved by you, and I fell in love all over again. And for over 25 years now, you have been the thing that has brought me the most in this life. You know how you always say I gave you this life, your life? That feeling is very much mutual.

“This relationship has never been, and will never be, just about the physical. I’m not going to lie, I love having sex with you, in fact, if I’m honest, it’s probably my favorite thing to do. But if that were to stop tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter to me, I wouldn't be going anywhere. I am never going anywhere. Because as long as you are here, with me, holding me, choosing me, loving me, I have all that I will ever need.

“Now, come here, and let me show you just how attractive you are.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Emmanuel’s words... it even gave me a bit of butterflies. Damn, so powerful, so deep, so beautiful...

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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[ladylilithprime]

20 Fanfic Questions

I was tagged by @jazzforthecaptain for this right when I'm supposed to be going to bed. -_-U

How many works do you have on AO3?

172 currently posted, more to be imported and uploaded shortly....

What’s your total AO3 words count?

716,745 as of right now....

What fandoms do you write for?

Whew..... uh, lessee, Supernatural, Marvel Comics/MCU, Harry Potter, Animorphs, Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Little Mermaid, Gundam Wing, Smallville/DC Comics, Highlander, Star Trek, The Sentinel, Stargate SG1, Star Wars, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sailor Moon, Tomorrow People (New/90s Series), Fullmetal Alchemist, Gravitation, Yami no Matsuei, Weiss Kreuz, Ranma ½, Pirates of the Caribbean, Good Omens, Firefly, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings et al, Daria, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Phineas and Ferb, Danny Phantom, ElfQuest, Rise of the Guardians, How To Train Your Dragon, El Goonish Shive (don't tell Dan!), Transformers, YURI!!! On Ice, Speed Racer..... uh, yeah, I think I'm forgetting some... or not mentioning them for Reasons.......

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

More Worthy Than Believed (MCU, Gen, Tony-centric, vague IronHawk)

Only Different In The Details (MCU, IronHawk plus Avengers ensemble)

Hel Hath Nick Fury (MCU, Nick Fury/Hela aka Darcy Lewis)

The Shadow You Cast Over Me (MCU, Gen, Tony-centric, unrequited Steve/Tony)

Broken Hallelujah (Supernatural, Sastiel)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Short answer is that I try to? I want to respond to comments, but sometimes I'm out of spoons and it takes me a while to work up the spoons to answer, and sometimes the comment is a demand for an update on a fic I just posted a new chapter for and I lose the motivation to write anything at all for a couple days because gods, I'm thrilled y'all enjoy my stuff but damned if I've usually got the time and energy to write fanfic around Real Life!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably a toss up between The Shadow You Cast Over Me and A Wish Your Heart Makes. (If you didn't guess one of those, uh, well... ~offers tissues~)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, hell, good luck trying to pin that one down! Seriously, I can't pick, go look for yourself.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not...exactly? I mean, I once got some dumbass complaining in the comments of my clearly tagged WinterIron soulmate AU that he wanted to read WinterWindow and "not this gay shit", which, dude, we're on AO3, not FanFiction.Net, the fic was very clearly tagged and you still clicked on it, so you reading "that gay shit" is all on you, buddy. Also, same fic, someone decided that because I talk about Natasha and Yasha being familiar with borscht that I was a Russian Imperialist? I dunno, people are weird.

Do you write smut. If so what kind?

.....Yes, hello, any kind of smut I write that's actually explicit rather than kept vague or Fade To Black has a separate psued. Click at your own risk, not that I have much posted there yet.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hmmmm.... Do I have to stick with fics that I've posted and can provide links to? I've got a LOT of crossovers that either aren't posted yet or haven't been moved over to AO3 and tracking down the links on the wider web and defunct archives is difficult.... so, I'll just cop to Lethally Blonde, the MCU/stealth-Tropic Thunder crossover, for right now.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Sort of? Someone stole a segment of "More Worthy Than Believed" wholesale and tried to pass it off as theirs a few years back, but it got discovered pretty quickly by folks who'd read the original.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't know? I think someone offered to translate one of my older fics once, but I don't know if anything came of it.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I'm listed as a collaborator for The Cadbury'verse, but aside from Bang collabs and the vague plans @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin and I have plotted about at three AM that result in one or the other of us writing fics in the same narrative universe, I don't have any posted cowritten fics.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

~thousand-yard-stare at the above list of fandoms~ .....could you be more specific?

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Dude, I just updated Only Different In The Details with a new chapter and the last update previously was in 2013! If the fic isn't marked as complete, it'll get finished eventually. (Or I'll die, but it's more likely the fic gets finished before then.)

What are your writing strengths?

World-building. I seriously LOVE world-building, and I really enjoy writing full AUs that really let me flex that!

What are your writing weaknesses?

.....forward planning. I can't seem to do it with any kind of reliability or regularity, and trying to write an outline is a scholastic exercise in futility, not to mention all the times I've gone looking for notes or scene snippets I could have sworn I wrote down or typed into chat somewhere and apparently sharing the vivid fever dream images in my head was yet another dream. On the other hand, I remember three different versions of those scenes in vivid technicolor, so I just have to pick one instead of starting three new WIPs.....

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This is honestly why I'm slowly teaching myself seven different languages, and you can bet I prefer having a beta for those segments who is a native speaker. (Harder for Latin, Quenya, Vulcan, and Enochian, admittedly....)

First fandom you wrote for?

Trick question. The first fandom I ever wrote for and posted online was Animorphs, but I was writing fanfic as far back as second grade for Disney movies and the Sweet Valley Universe nominally by Francis Pascal. (Yes, I still have those notebooks. No, they will not be transcribed and archived online.)

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Always the fic I haven't written yet. Always. What I think is my favorite now will not likely still be my favorite next year, maybe not even next month! Hell, I can't even pick a favorite out of the ones I have posted to AO3 right this second! But then, isn't that part of the fun part of writing?

Tagging.... @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin , @karategirl80 , @slytherkins , @youarentreadingthis , @sageclover61 , @hyrulehearts1123 , and @mrswhozeewhatsis . Have fun!

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[ezilyamuzed]

There’s no place like home- part 18

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place after episode 13.19. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Fluff. That’s it really...

A/N: I finally decided to dust this one off. This story is wrapping up. Two more chapters left. WE ARE NEARING THE END OF MY VERY FIRST FANFIC STORY!! Bittersweet since this was my baby, but there are always others in the works! Enjoy more twists, turns, and reveals.

Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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Tomorrow was the first day at your new job. Monster University as some would say, well those who knew the truth about it. You decided it was best to get as much shut-eye as you could while waiting and doing everything imaginable to help pass the time. That didn’t work. You laid in bed staring at the walls, waiting for something, anything to happen. God this was boring.

You reached over to your phone and dialed out to a friendly voice. It was just a little after 10 at night, where you knew he was probably up, being a night wolf and all.

“Hey Garth, you up?”

“I was just about to head off to bed for the night,” you could hear the chirpiness in his voice. “What can I help you with?”

“Just checking in on how you and the others are doing,” you lied. “It’s been pretty quiet.”

“We like quiet,” he laughed. “Everything’s been good here.”

“Okay,” you sighed out. “Let me know if anything changes.”

“You don’t sound too good though,” he remarked. “You alright there Y/N?”

“I’m alright,” you lied again. “It’s just been a really weird month.”

“Well I’m a good listener,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me all about it.”

You hesitated at first with what your response would be. He was out of the life as much as he could be. No need to really bring him in, but for once you felt like being the other person on the couch for once, instead of the one listening. He was a doctor after all, although not quite the same. Next thing you knew over an hour had flown by as you explained your mom’s passing, the meeting of the Winchester’s, everything in between, and after. He was a really great listener after all.

“Dean and Sam are great guys Y/N,” he replied. “And Bobby? Well now I know why I liked you from the moment I met you. He was like a mentor for me.”

“Wish I had gotten to know him,” you sighed through the phone, thinking about how many opportunities you had missed.

“Well you did get to talk to him,” Garth spoke up.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember?” Garth sounded surprised.

“No.”

“Tallahassee,” he reminded you. “Remember? Our first case.”

You sat there silent, trying to remember what had happened besides it being the first time you met Garth, which of course had its rocky start.

When you had gotten down to Tallahassee, you had no idea what you were getting into. There was a case, you were sure of it, but what type? You had no idea. Some sort of creature was literally freezing people in the 90+ heat and killing them. An oddity for Florida, although for Florida nothing really surprised you. They kept gators as pets for god sakes. This case however sounded like something more of a Batman villain. Mr. Freeze quest for vengeance.

“Agent Morrison, Homeland security,” you flashed your fake badge to the local cop upon arriving outside the scene of the latest victim.

“Nothing better to do in Homeland security,” he raised his brow.

“That’s classified,” you gave him a hard stare.

“Well go ahead, we already have someone from wildlife protection in there. Hell, send in the National Guard. Ain’t nothing normal about that in there.”

You gave him a furrowed look before you went towards the back of the sheek apartment where you could hear talking. The AC was off, making it feel like a million degrees on this hot summer day. The sweat already running down your back and clinging your blouse onto you. God you wanted shorts and a tank so bad at this moment. You stopped in your tracks the moment you saw it. A woman frozen in a giant cocoon of ice that was not melting.

“Whoa,” you mouth opened agape.

“Yeah, boys,” you saw a skinny guy hitting the statue of ice like he was an authority. “This ain’t melting.”

You cleared your throat as you walked in, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You wanted to present with authority, if anything to get the locals out so you could do the real work.

“I’ll take it over from here boys,” you flashed your badge real quick.

Three of the guys in the room moved out, but the skinny one stood still. He stood there with his arms crossed and a cheeky grin, challenging your authority.

“Did you not hear me? I said I got it,” you stated again.

“Kinkos? Or Office Max?” He smiled cockily.

“Excuse me?” You shot him a hard look.

“Hunter?” He nonchalantly asked to which you didn’t reply. He took it as a queue to continue talking. “So vic is Tami Yaguisi. Thirty six years old, single, and no forced entry. Her sister was the last victim last week.”

“Great, now get out,” you nodded your head to the door, not even bothering to look at him.

“Why? It’s a case?” He sounded shocked.

“I don’t work with others. I do this alone.”

“I think there’s plenty of room for two hunters in the house,” he smiled. “Plus I found something the locals missed.”

He held out a box to you. You grabbed it with a roll of your eyes. There was something engraved in the top, but nothing in it. Just a simple wooden box. Probably used for trinkets or weed by the way it smelled.

“It’s in Japanese.”

“I don’t read Japanese,” you sassed as you handed it back to him.

“But I know a guy who does,” he pulled out his phone, took a picture, typed for a second, and then dialed. “Hey boss man, it’s Garth. Yeah, it’s definitely a case. Hold on, I got another hunter here.”

You rolled your eyes as you crouched down to examine the frozen body. Great, now there’s two of them. Her mouth was open like she was screaming in her last few minutes alive. Poor woman. To the side of the ice cocoon, there was a long strand of black hair. It was cold to the touch, like it was made of ice. It looked like a woman’s. Couldn’t have been Tami’s since her’s was dyed blonde. Must have belonged to the monster? But what type has long icy black hair?

“So I just sent you a picture,” Garth stated. “Hold on, I'll put you on speaker phone.”

You rolled your eyes again, trying to investigate any more clues. There wasn’t really much to see, unless you could get the ice to melt. The key word being ‘could.’ It wasn’t even melting a little in this heat. The case was going from probably to definitely quickly.

“It translates to ‘Winter’s Tale and Icy Snow. Forever sealed to save your soul,” the voice on the other end stated. “Sounds like your victim let it out of that box.”

Your mind went towards any Japanese mythological creatures you could think of from your moms books. She’d be the person to call, but she thought you were on vacation enjoying the sunshine. She’d kill you if she knew what you were doing. Maybe it was a Yōkai? But with the ice, it didn’t seem like any ordinary spirit. None you’ve ever come across at least.

“A Yuki-oona?” You said out loud.

“What is that?” Garth looked puzzled.

“Who’s that?” The man’s voice on the phone asked.

“Another hunter,” you simply replied, not wanting to really introduce yourself. No, you worked alone. No attachments. Not since Ash because, well you didn’t care to mourn another fallen friend and not since Charlie, but that was only because you were intrigued at the sight of another female hunter.

“Well you might be up to something there,” the voice stated again. “It’s a Snow Woman. An old Japanese fairy tale. I’ve never heard of one here in the states before.”

“Freezes people and sucks their essence out to live,” you said as you moved through the room. “Any idea how you kill it?”

“Fiery sword to the heart,” the voice replied promptly. At least he seemed to know his shit. “You know your stuff there kid.”

“I read,” you chuckled a little.

“Yeah well finding her and killing her won’t be easy,” the voice continued. “You two better team up. The damn idjit thought it was the abominable snowman.”

The word idjit caught you off guard, but you just smiled at it. It reminded you of your mom. God she was going to kill you if she ever found out you were hunting a Japanese ice princess. They were notorious for being cruel and vicious. You really hated possibly teaming up with anyone, especially in such a dangerous case. Someone was bound to get hurt, and you had your money on the scrawny guy. But the voice on the phone, he seemed like a good person, someone you could possibly trust. Hell, if he could handle this dork in front of you, surely you could. And that was the start of it. Your friendship with Garth all because of the man who said ‘idjit’.

“Thanks Garth,” you smiled into the phone, although he couldn’t see it.

“Thanks for what?”

“For reminding me. I honestly had forgotten about that. I wish I would have known then what I know now. Maybe I could have talked to him more.”

“Well you don’t exactly warm up to people quickly there Y/N,” you could hear the chuckle in his voice. There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again. “He did ask about you ya know.”

“What?”

“After that hunt. He asked about the girl who saved my ass,” he explained. “He knew who you were. I told him everything.”

You sat there for a minute with a smirk on your face. He knew who you were. You had interested him. He of course didn’t exactly know who you were, but nonetheless. He knew you existed as a person. The girl who managed to save Garth’s ass when he was about to live in his own icy prison because he had been too talkative to pay attention to the monster behind him. That was the best news you had heard in a long time.

“I have some of his old books and stuff that I can send you.”

“I’d love that,” you stated before rambling off your address. “Thanks again Garth.”

“Have a good night Y/N,” he replied. “And don’t forget to call more often. We miss you around here.”

——-

“How much longer,” Gabriel groaned from his spot in the backseat. “A guys gotta eat.”

“Angels don’t eat,” Sam shot back with a puzzled look.

“Well excuse me for enjoying the finer things in life,” Gabriel let out in sarcasm. “But seriously though, food? A little stop at the old watering hole? Anything?!?! Maybe a strip club? I might know a couple girls within the area who are really great at doing this thing with a ping pong ball and-”

“Stop it,” Dean growled from behind the wheel. “We will be there in an hour or so. You can wait to eat. And no strippers.”

“Cas and Rowena are ready,” Sam said as the light from his phone illuminated his face.

“And Y/N?” Dean raised his eyebrow to his brother.

As soon as Gabriel heard Y/N’s name his ears perked up. He knew exactly where she was. Far away where she belonged with everything going on. That’s where she had to stay. With the wonder twins asinine plan, there was no way that he was going to allow her to cross over with them. It’d be too dangerous if his doppelgänger brother was as much of a threat as they had described.

“She had to go home Cas said. She has some work thing tomorrow,” Sam responded with reluctance.

“She didn’t say anything,” Dean glared at his brother.

“Oh, trouble in paradise Dean-o?” Gabriel wagged his eyebrows. “Your new little misses won’t be home?”

“Cut the crap Gabriel. We know you know her,” Dean firmly stated while glancing in the rearview mirror.

“True,” he stated nonchalantly. “But how well do you know her?”

“What are you talking about?” Sam looked at him annoyed.

“I’ve known her all her life, you’ve known her for like 5 minutes? She’s not exactly a first choice team player for team stupid. Although she does pack a mean punch.”

Gabriel smirked a little at the fact that he did have a bit of an upper hand. He knew Y/N way more than they ever would. They didn’t know the truth about her and all the mess that came with it. Why it was idiotic to involve her at all more then she already was. They had to know. If anything, Dean wouldn’t allow her stubbornness to win when she would for sure argue with them. He wasn’t one to typically back down when he made up his mind, but neither was she. She’d have to stay behind; it was for her own good to spill the beans on what made Y/N so special.

“Some would say that about you too,” Dean shot back.

“True. But then again I wasn’t created to help destroy the world, now was I?” Gabriel spoke firmly. “Trust me boys. You want to open that rift, she’s the last person you want anywhere near it. Especially if I have a doppelgänger dickwad of a brother over there. He’d get a hold of her and it’s game over folks. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam groaned. “She wasn’t-“

“Abandon. Fate. All a part of the grandmaster scheme. Remember that apocalypse you two stopped thanks to yours truly?” He waggled his eyebrows again. “Yeah, well you had both sides playing that game. Imagine if dear old Luci or Mikey would have had her by their side. Someone as strong as her? Unable to be easily hurt? Stubborn as hell? It would have been world ending.”

“Is that,” Sam started as he looked to his brother. “Is that why we’re connected? Her mother and ours.”

“Aw Sam, you’re not just a cute face,” Gabriel smirked. “Like I said, both sides were playing the game. They were just waiting to see who would win in claiming their little pet project. But none of it went to either one's plan. Her aunt? Spitting image of her, but stronger. Her mother? Nothing unique, rather a normal child. So when old Ralphael got angry that he wasn’t in the fight, he sent angels to wipe them out. Michael wasn’t pleased but was none the wiser as to how genetics work. Of course course, Fate played with the birds and the bees, giving us Y/N. Bringing her as the new player one to pick a side. It looks like team ‘good son’ would have won by the way it seems, that is, if they had even known she existed back then. I may have helped with that one a bit. Guess she doesn’t have a thing for tall drinks of water, like Sammy boy here.”

Gabriel caught Dean glaring over to his brother, who was shifting himself from the uncomfortableness that Y/N could have ended up with him. Would have made an awkward thanksgiving.

Gabriel smirked over to Dean, who then glared at him hard through the mirror. It was working. Dean would keep her away. Dean’s mind was obviously racing with the facts. No way he would let her go over there and risk life as they knew it. No way he would risk losing her. He felt a little guilty laying out all her secrets, but it was best they knew before they did something they’d regret.

“So, food?” Gabriel sat up and pushed his head between them in the front seat.

“Shut up,” Dean shoved him back. “We will be there soon enough.”

_______

“Good morning everyone,” Dr. Frankel stated as he walked in carrying his briefcase.

It was Monday morning, the first official day at your new job. It wasn’t so bad, that is, if you didn’t mind sitting silently as you watched a werewolf and a witch trade pictures of their kids school pictures. God, this was your life now.

You had sat there 15 minutes before anyone had arrived, looking around for your exits. Your hunter instincts kicking in- just in case. Cas was wary of them, so you’d be a fool to just walk in like nothing was going on. He might have been annoying, but you couldn’t say he was wrong to be worried. Hell, everything in you was yelling at you that this was insane.

There was you and one other human in the room as they all sat down in their respective seats, awaiting the Dean, Dr. Frankel. Their leader.

“Excited?” Dr. Edwards smiled at you. He was at least human and probably naive to everything happening.

You gave him a polite nod as you glanced at your phone. Nothing from Dean. What were they doing? You made the choice that as soon as you were done here, you were going back to the bunker. You had to.

As Dr. Frankel walked in, everyone went silent. It was eerie like a weird cult. This was when you started regretting throwing your knife away to Rowena to use. A weapon would have been nice to have, you know, just in case.

“We have our new faculty starting today,” he looked at you. “Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. She will be heading up our parapsychology department and our liaison for the Nephilim matter. I trust that most of you have met her already.”

Well right to it. That was a surprise. Guess there’s no secrets at Monster University. You looked around to everyone, nothing about them flinched in surprise. Nothing about them said hungry or rage either, so that was at least a blessing for now.

“And what a good job she will do,” the demon who had cornered you in the bathroom weeks ago stated as saltured in before taking her seat. She glanced over to you and winked before Dr. Frankel continued.

“Would you like to say a few words Y/N?”

You flashed everyone a polite smile. Time to act. You stood up from your seat, feeling all eyes on you. Lights shifting around you. God you wish you had your knife.

“I would just like to say, thank you for having me. I look forward to getting to know you all more as time goes on,” you seated yourself back down after you finished.

“And the nephilim?” The werewolf spoke up.

“No new developments on that,” you smiled while glancing over to your boss. “But if anything does occur, I’ll make sure our deal stays intact.”

“How can we be so sure that that will happen? I mean, you're working with the Winchester’s and their pet angel. They’d rather chop off our heads than work with us. They are hunters after all.”

“You do know I am a hunter too there don’t you?” You shot back with warning, only realizing too late that you basically just threatened a coworker on the first day. Great start Y/N. “I’d like to believe that given the circumstances, we can move past that stereotype that we can’t work together. As long as everyone plays nice?”

The werewolf silenced himself, glaring over to the Dean who was smirking at the head of the table.

“And that is why you are here Y/N,” he spoke up. “If we want to keep up what we’ve built, we have to work together. No one gets out of line. Or else. We have not only our families to protect, but all of our students to think of. Hunter and monster quarles are a thing of the past. It’s a new day ladies and gentleman. With Dr. Y/L/N’s leadership.”

Leadership? What the hell? That’s not what you signed up for. But the way everyone looked to you, there was no way you could say no now. You sat there trying not to let your polite smile scream awkwardness. This was going to be interesting.

“Now, to other business,” Dr. Frankel spoke up. “How are we with the syllabi’s for the summer?”

The rest of the meeting went on with no more mentions of monsters or impending doom. It actually switched to be rather normal. You carefully watched everyone as they interacted. They were genuine educators, wanting to do right by their students. You wondered if it was possible that all this could work. That everyone could really get along?

“Alright everyone,” Dr. Frankel broke you out of your thoughts. “We go live in a week. Make sure you have loaded your syllabi’s before Friday.”

You waited until everyone else started to get up before you moved, checking your phone once again. Nothing.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Dr. Frankel spoke up. “Natalie here will see you to your office to help you set up.”

You glared over to the demon that was smirking at you. Great. A bitchy demon as your tour guide. You followed her silently down the hall as her heels clicked along the tiled floor.

“This one is you,” she opened the door along the corridor with a key. She handed it to you, and pushed herself aside for you to walk in.

You reached around the corner and clicked on the light. Simple enough, nothing extravagant. A desk, bookshelves, and a little window that looked out to the courtyard.

“Meet your standards?”

“Yup,” you popped off your lips.

“So your login is your first initial and last name. Email is the same,” she informed you. “Password is Bitch123, with a capital B.”

“Let me guess, you set that up?” You snarked back, sitting yourself behind the desk.

“Thought you’d like that,” she smirked.

“Whatever,” you slide yourself in behind the desk and logged in to the computer, rolling your eyes to the password as you typed it in. It worked.

“So Frankel wanted me to show you how to set everything up,” she moved over towards you, invading your space.

“So what, you’re the IT demon now?”

“I sold my soul when Macintosh was growing,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Well okay then,” you pushed yourself back from the desk. “Click away.”

This was a new one for you. A demon showing you how to use a computer program. But it was easy enough in the long run. During the hour of her explaining everything, you kept glancing at your phone. Hoping to hear something from Dean.

“You have a hot date there, or am I boring you that much?”

“Just waiting on a call,” you slid your phone back into your purse. “So was that it?”

“That’s all until you screw something up,” she rolled her eyes while moving away from you. “You’re on your own now.”

“Great,” you got up quickly from the desk, collecting all your things.

“Where’s the fire?”

You gave her an annoyed look as you continued to get your stuff in order. She didn’t have to know what was happening. None of her business anyways even if you knew what was happening.

“So what’s the Winchester’s plan for Lucifer?”

Her question stopped you abruptly. Lucifer? Crap. You had been so busy in everything else that you never stopped to think about the fact that he was free roaming. What was their plan? You gave her a shrug, doing your best to just ignore the question.

“When he learns his baby boy is back, he’s going to want him,” she continued. “Surely daddy Castiel will not be pleased with that.”

“Why do you care?” You shot back in annoyance.

“I’m not buying this whole deal thing you have going on. There’s too many holes. Too much room for Winchester stupidity.”

“It’s being handled,” you went to move past her, but she moved herself in your way.

“I’m just letting you know that I will not be Lucifer’s pet again. You think I’m a monster? You have no idea what he is capable of. Especially if the rumors are true about you.”

“They’re not,” you growled. “Lucifer will be handled. I will make sure of it. Now move.”

She moved out of your way with a cockiness to her. God was she a bitch. But she was right. Lucifer has to be stopped. Just another thing to add to your summer to do list.

______

“Fucking hell,” Dean groaned as he walked away from the failed, sloppy rift into the kitchen.

Sam stood in disbelief. It didn’t work? Why did it not work? Dammit. Gabriel was not strong enough. He had lost all his juice. Who knows when he would get it back. All hope was lost.

As everyone quipped back and forth, Sam felt uneasy. Like a premonition that someone was going to drop a bomb on them. Cas firmly stared him down as he stated what was next. Teaming up with Lucifer was insane. There was no way he’d ever agree to it. Castiel left the room, giving his brother and him a second to think about it. He was sure his brother had already made up his mind though. Sam would have to face Lucifer once again.

Sam slowly followed his brother into the kitchen, Gabriel trailing behind. What next?

“Sorry boys,” Gabriel gave a sheepish look. “Guess I need a little more time to power up.”

Dean popped the top off to a beer and chugged it down as they walked in. Standing in silence. No clue at what to do next besides wait.

“Hey guys,” Sam turned his head to see Y/N walking in, dropping off a huge bag on the floor as she strolled towards them. “No one bothered to call?”

“Dean said he did,” Sam looked at her perplexed.

“Oh really?” She gave Dean a hard glare.

“Uh oh,” Gabriel smirked.

“Shut up Gabriel,” Dean snapped at him. He took in a deep breath and sighed, looking to everyone’s brow raised to him. Waiting for answers.

“Dean?” Y/N said softly. “What’s going on?”

“Yeah Dean,” Gabriel continued to smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Seriously Gabriel shut up. Go see if Rowena needs anything.”

“Fine,” he said with a huff, moving past Sam slowly. “My money’s on Y/N though.”

“Dean?” She repeated again.

Sam glanced over at his brother who was doing his best to avoid her gaze. What the hell was he doing? Why did he lie when he had asked about calling her?

“Are we back to this again?” She scowled, crossing her arms at him.

“You were busy,” Dean shrugged like it was nothing. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Worry me?” Really?” She sassed back. “Nice one. Try again. The truth this time.”

Dean looked to Sam with pleading eyes, like he wanted a bail out. Sam shook his head, still lost at why his brother would keep it a secret. She was busy anyways with her work thing. Is that why Dean has been in such a rush to get the rift open? So she couldn’t be here? Why? She could help. Suddenly Sam realized why his brother had lied. Gabriel’s warning from last night. Surely he didn’t believe all that hype about her being created to destroy the world? She was Y/N, a good person. He wasn’t that stupid to believe that she could have any part in that chaos between the archangels. Did he?

“It’s safer for you here,” Dean reluctantly replied. “Gabriel told us.”

“Told you what exactly?”

“He told us why you are the way you are. What you were supposed to be.”

“Key word ‘supposed’ to,” she shot back. “Not who I am.”

“Yeah well, forgive me but I’d rather not see a dickbag archangel from another world using you as a pet,” Dean snarked back.

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Sam could see the hurt in her eyes. “That I’d ever agree to something so stupid?”

“You would if you didn’t have a choice,” Dean replied, looking nervous. He was scared. Scared of what?

“We all have choices Dean,” she sighed out. “Nothing is for certain.”

“Well I’d rather not tempt Fate,” Dean looked up to her.

She took in a deep breath and looked over to Sam who was shaking his head. He didn’t like what his brother was saying, but Dean’s intuition was almost always right. He’d have to trust him on this one.

“Fine,” she replied slowly. “I won’t go over, but that doesn’t mean you get to keep me out of this Mr. Winchester. Because apparently your little plan didn’t work or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. I’d be waiting to have a whole other conversation with you with a few choice words.”

“Sorry,” Dean replied. “Just thought it’d be easier.”

“Secrets always come out Dean,” she replied, but stopped suddenly as though she had just realized something about what she said. “So I guess the cat is out of the bag about me then.”

“How long did you know?” Sam found himself asking. They had been working endlessly to find the truth, her knowing didn’t make sense.

“A little while Sam,” she replied. “Gabriel finally spilled the beans. Guess he’s not such a dick after all.”

“So it’s true then? You were supposed to be some sort of tool for Lucifer or Michael?” Sam spoke up again.

“Guess so,” she shrugged back, glancing over to Dean. “Between Abaddon and the men of letters starting this, well I guess it was all a part of some cosmic Fate. Both sides trying to win. What they didn’t expect was the rouge player: Gabriel. He’s the one who hid me, convincing my mother to leave from everything she knew. He’s the one who kept me away. They all thought their big plan ended long ago.”

“Why?” Dean finally spoke up. “I still don’t get exactly why, especially with everything about your mother. Bobby, our family, us. We’d all protect you.”

“That’s the problem Dean,” she glanced at him with a soft smile. “You and I know damn well that even now if one of us were in trouble the other would do something stupid to save the other. Can you imagine if we had known each other our whole lives when the shit storm came? Selfishness is not one of our virtues. That’s why I’m not fighting you on this. I know the risk. I can’t say that I like it, but hey, someone needs to stick around to welcome you back to normal.”

“So it’s settled then?” Sam glanced back and forth between the two of them. “Are you two done with the secrets? Because honestly my head is hurting from it all and we have to focus on what the hell to do next.”

“No more secrets,” Y/N smiled.

“Agreed. So now to the next crappy plan?” Dean looked over to his brother.

“Well with Gabriel tapped out right now, I guess that we wait,” Sam sighed, not wanting to bring up what Cas had said just moments ago. “Not like we have any other options.

“Or you have one that none of you will like,” Y/N spoke up, making both of their heads turn to her. “Lucifer.”

“No way,” Sam tried to argue but he saw his brother nodding in agreement out of the corner of his eye.

“Any other ideas?” She shot back. “He’s roaming around, making the demons nervous. They know as soon as he feels Jack again when he returns he’s going to be looking for him.”

“Is that what they told you?” Sam furrowed his eyes to her.

“More or less,” she replied. “They have zero faith in the two of you to take care of it. That’s why they brought me in. Apparently now I’m their leader with this whole mess, which makes them all the more crazy.”

“Their leader?” Dean let out a chuckle. “Well I guess they know to at least pick out the pretty ones.”

“Smartass,” she laughed. “But seriously, you think that me possibly teaming up with an archangel might be bad? From what it sounds like, with Jack, things could be a lot worse. He’s part archangel. And not just any annoying archangel, he’s Lucifer's son. Who knows what his father will try to convince him to do?”

“Y/N’s right,” Sam turned to see Castiel walking in, looking solemn. “Lucifer is more unpredictable than before. He’s weak right now, but he’s been draining angels of their grace. He can’t be anywhere near Jack. Who knows what he would do.”

“So what do we do?” Sam glanced between everyone in the room.

“Whatever we do, we have to come up with a plan for how to deal with him,” Y/N spoke up. “I’ll get working on tracking him through my networks. Surely someone is keeping an eye on him.”

“Very well,” Castiel nodded.

“This is insane!” Sam yelled out.

“I’ll leave you to this discussion,” Y/N spoke up, breaking the silence after his cry. “Listen to them Sam. This might be the only way.”

Sam watched as she walked out, looking over to Dean and Cas, nodding in approval. She agreed with them. Y/N, who was probably the most sane person in the room was agreeing that Lucifer was their only option. He could feel the cold shiver that ran down to his bones at just the thought of him. His laughter echoed through his years of all that time stuck with him inside his head. He looked up to his brother, begging him for something else. But he knew that was a lost battle, they’d have to use Lucifer. They’d have to bring the real monster home.

________

“Team stupid come up with a game plan?” Gabriel smirked as he stood alongside the pillar in the room. You looked back towards the kitchen, where there was still arguing happening, but you knew who��d win. It was the only way.

“Inviting my brother over won’t be that easy,” he warned. “Especially when he sees you.”

“So he won’t see me,” you replied. “I’ll stick back. That’s simple enough.”

“Well here’s the issue with that,” Gabriel lifted himself off of the pillar and began to circle you. “Moi, being the only other archangel in the room that is at least trustworthy, has to go over with them. Just in case things go side-ways. They have Castiel, but he of course would never leave Dean’s side. So what we have left is a witch and you.”

“Rowena can take care of it.”

“But do you trust her?” He looked into your eyes, searching for your response.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You glared skeptically. You didn’t trust her, but he didn’t need to know that. Question was, why didn’t he?

“Wasn’t too long ago she had some fantasy about becoming his queen, wanting to raise him from the pit,” he began. “He dumped her like a bad prom date of course because, well that’s Luci for you. Then of course he killed her and her son later on. But I’m sure she wouldn’t want some sort of revenge on him now would she?”

“Get to the point Gabe,” you rolled your eyes.

“You have to stay and babysit,” he looked at you with seriousness in his eyes. “I really tried to keep you out of this, spilling the beans and everything to your boy, but I need you to be ready. He’ll be weak, but he will try to get into that mind if yours. And you’ll have to watch out for that witch so she doesn’t try anything stupid.”

“Babysitting the two evils of the room, got it,” you simply replied. “Any tips?”

“Just use everything I’ve taught you and then some. Also, keep that rift open and make sure it doesn’t shut until you see my happy ass come through,” he smirked.

“Got it,” you smiled back. “Hey Gabe?”

“Yeah?”

“So where is that brother of yours?”

“Now how would I know?” He smirked again.

“Oh nothing, just years of being able to hide from him while knowing his every move,” you smirked back.

“This old trickster might have one or two tricks up his sleeve,” he winked. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll be venturing into the great unknown.”

“Be careful alright?” You said with sincerity. “I just got you back. I don’t want to lose your charming personality again.”

“I’ll be alright,” he smiled. “And I’ll make sure our boys get back safe and sound. With your future mother in law too.”

“Gabe,” you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Just do good. I’m sorry for everything that I said before.”

“You had every right to say it kid. I shouldn’t have ever kept it from you,” he gave you a heartfelt smile. “You’re stronger than I want to admit. And while I hate having you involved, I’m glad you’re on the good side watching my back.”

“Not everything that looks like a monster is one,” you began to say.

“And not everything that looks like a regular Joe Shmoo should be trusted,” he finished with a smile. “Remember, it’s what you choose to do with your free will that determines what you are.”

____

Dean trudged back to his room after they all finally agreed on the plan. They were going to trap Lucifer with Rowena and Gabriel’s help. Y/N would stand by on this side while they went over to make sure everything went fine on their side. Y/N. The very thought of leaving her behind and going towards a world full of monsters left a pit in his stomach. He’d make it through though. He had to.

When he got to his room he saw the most beautiful sight on the planet. Y/N was laying across his bed fiddling with her computer, oblivious to him entering.

“Hey stranger,” he stated, laying a kiss on the top of her head as he sat down on the edge. “What are you working on?”

“Uploading my lecture for next Monday,” she replied as she stroked the keys some more before making one final hit of the buttons. “And done.”

“Well aren’t you the overachiever?” Dean smirked.

“I already have twenty students signed up,” she replied. “I figured that by having it up now, then I can focus on bigger things.”

“I feel touched,” Dean cooed, circling little traces along her back as he sat in silence. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“To where?” She looked up to him with confusion.

“I don’t care,” he shrugged. “Anywhere. As long as we’re alone.”

“Alright,” she sweetly smiled, not giving him any objections.

Dean moved out of her way for her to swing her legs around, putting on her worn sneakers carefully. She threw on a simple black hoodie. Stating that she knew she would get cold. Dean smirked at that. Thinking of Y/N within his arms under the stars, holding her close for warmth. Sounded like a dream.

He allowed her to lead the way to the garage, knowing by now that she knew her way around the bunker. The sight of her little sway as she walked was nice to watch too. Man, how did he get so lucky?

Walking into the garage Dean slowly pulled out the keys to Baby. He moved them around in his hand as he thought about this maybe being his last drive. Something he didn’t want to face.

“Hey Doc,” he yelled out, making her head turn. He tossed the keys to her which she caught right away. “You’re driving.”

“Seriously?” She looked amazed as she held onto the keys.

“I figured that if you can handle that purple dinosaur you call a car, then you can handle my baby,” he smirked and winked as he opened up the passenger door.

“Cheap shot there Winchester,” she smirked back as she got into the driver's seat.

Dean reached over to check what was in the tape player, but Y/N swiftly slapped his hand away.

“Driver picks the music there Winchester,” she grinned.

He sat back with a smirk as she played with the tuner until she found a song she liked. She smiled at the one as it started to play, immediately turning up the dial and singing along.

“Did you see the sky?

I think it means that we've been lost

Maybe one last time is all we need

I can't really help it

If my tongue's all tied in knots

Jumping off a bridge is just the farthest

That I've ever been”

“Good song,” Dean nodded along to the beat. “I haven’t heard this in ages.

“Yeah ‘96 was a great year for music,” she smiled at him. “No Robert Plant though.”

“Yeah,” Dean furrowed his eyes to her. Why did that sound familiar? Like a distant memory he had forgotten? Dean shook it off as being nothing and just sat back and enjoyed her singing as the road led the way. For tomorrow, a new world awaited.

“Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down

Anyplace but those I know by heart

Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down

I'll follow you down, but not that far”

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#5

The Walk of Shame

"I'm out of clothes," Bucky quietly complains, his voice muffled as he speaks into your his pillow.

"Just grab one of my sweaters," you suggest, tracing little patterns into the arm strewn over you. "Or stay here forever."

"Tempting," he chuckles, lifting his head off the pillow to face you. "But I have to go. And so do you." 

"Maybe if we're really quiet, they'll forget about us. I'm mean, do you really think they'll notice if I'm not there?"

"Will Steve notice if you're not on a three person assignment?" he rhetorically asks, reluctantly pulling the warm blanket off of him. "I'm going to say that that's a definite yes."

He sighs, sitting up at the edge of the bed to stare at the slowly growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, but it's gone. He groans, remembering how he left his clothes in the laundry room as an incentive to actually do his laundry. 

It wasn't until a few days ago that he realized that he probably had more clothes here than in his own room. Now, he doesn't even have the option of putting on his wrinkled clothes from the night before. 

Most nights, but especially after missions, he'd simply come to your room instead of his own. You would always convince him to stay the night instead of going back into his room to get fresh clothes. You'd tell him he could go back tomorrow morning. It was always so easy to forget why it was a bad idea, and every morning he had to face this problem. But today, the consequences of his own actions seem a little bit worse. 

He looks at your closet, slumping his shoulders as he futilely scans your clothes for something half-way appropriate for him. He checks the time - it's probably early enough that no one else will be up. No one to see him do his, now daily, walk of shame. He huffs, grabbing the largest sweater he sees, knowing it won't even matter.

He reluctantly slips the sweater on - it's just big enough that it doesn't burst at the seams the second he puts it on. "I hope you're happy."

"Me?" you gasp, your lips pulling in to contain your humorous grin and laughter at the sight of Bucky in your clothes. "What did I do?"

"You're the one 'Oh, just stay here for the night' 'You can grab more clothes tomorrow,'" he says, doing a poor imitation of your voice. 

"Tomorrow was three days ago!" you remind him, gesturing to the clothes on the floor. "I told you to do your laundry."

"Yeah-" he falters, his shoulders slumping when he vaguely recalls you saying something along those lines. "But you could wear my clothes. When girls wear a guys clothes, it's cute, when guys do it, they look like this," he complains, tugging at the material that snaps right back against his torso. 

"No one's even awake yet," you assure him. "And I think it's sweet that you wear my clothes."

"Whatever," he grumbles, lovingly kissing you in spite of the annoyed look on his face. The sweater is at least three sizes too small on him and definitely too short on his torso. He doesn't look at himself in the mirror knowing he'll lose all his nerve to walk out of the room like this. "I'll see you later."

"Love you," you call as he leaves the door in your sweater. 

"Love you too," he mutters, closing the door behind him. 

He's acutely aware of how ridiculous he probably looks. With determination painting his expression, he scans the corridor for anyone lurking down the halls. When he's certain there's no one up yet, he quickly scurries down to the hallway where his room resides. 

He's made it down the entire hallway without being spotted, all that's left is to turn down one more hallway and he's free from any embarrassing encounters. He takes a large deep breath and with the last of his nerve, he rounds the corner - right into Steve. 

"Buc- Oh... Oh, this is too good," Steve begins, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. His eyes scan over the sight of Bucky in the pink sweater he knows belongs to you. Steve teasingly whistles, "Wow... Nice."

"Go away, Steve," Bucky grumbles.

"I'm not the one you have to worry about," Steve chuckles, nudging his head to the person behind Bucky. 

"The walk of shame?" Sam wheezes in laughter, holding his phone to take a picture of the ridiculous sight before him.

"Get that out of my face or I'll break it."

"Wait, wait-" Sam snickers, trying to compose himself enough for a joke.

"Are you guys done?" Bucky impatiently asks, his arms crossed both in annoyance and in a feeble attempt to cover himself. 

"I don't know, Sam. I think pink's really his color."

"No, I can't make a joke yet, it's too much," Sam sputters, his eyes watering from his overzealous laughter. 

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277 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#4

Jealousy, Jealousy

"Come on, let me take you out to a nice dinner," he asks, sauntering over to you. You stiffen as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You gently take the hand that's on your shoulder and peel it away from you, trying to laugh off the uncomfortable moment.

Bucky's getting really tired of this. This is not John's first attempt at flirting with you or even asking you out- the man just couldn't take a hint. 

-

"Does he always stare like that?" John asks. 

"Yes," you chirp over your shoulder. You're facing the outside of the car- letting your hand flow in the wind and over the vast fields- leaving trail of wildflowers as you all ride past them.

"You get used to it," Sam replies simultaneously, equally unhappy at being in a car with John. Both he and Bucky don't like the way John's staring at your ass as you're kneeled on the seat watching the scenery.

"So what about you?" John asks. That's when you turn to face him, stopping the trail of flowers. 

"What about me?" you smile, sitting down on the seat.

"Got somebody waiting for you at home?" John asks, to which Bucky rolls his eyes. You ignore him, knowing he's in a bad mood.

"I've got all of New York waiting for me," you beamed. 

"Well, I'd like to see you- outside of work, I mean."

"Aww.." you coo, placing your hand on John's shoulder. Bucky's almost out of his seat when you touch him, then he hears you reject him. A nice rejection, but still a rejection. "That's very sweet of you, John, and it's very flattering, but I think we should focus on being great coworker and friends. I really do appreciate your offer, so thank you."

Sam's head jolts, looking between you, John, and Bucky. "I think that was the nicest rejection I've ever heard. Can I ask you out next?"

You turn to Sam and laugh. "You're so funny, Sam."

"I didn't even hear a 'no' that time. Barely even stung," Sam tells a completely unamused Bucky.

-

"You know, I love the enthusiasm and the-the-the... uh..." you trail off, trying to find the right word.

"The tenacity?" Sam offers.

"Yes! Thank you, Sam!" you point at Sam. "The tenacity. I'm truly, really very flattered but I don't think we'd be a good match, John. I'm sorry- I hope we can be friends."

"Seriously I don't know how she does it," Sam mutters.

"How she's nice to him?" Bucky offers. "I don't know either- I want to wring his neck."

"Do you now?" Sam asks wryly.

"I do- she's trying to be nice, but apparently he can't take a hint."

"Interesting," Sam mumbles, slowly nodding his head.

"Nothing interesting about it, Sam," Bucky grumbles, taking another long sip from his beer.

"Oh, I think it's very interesting," Sam snickers. "I wonder what changed your mind."

"Nothing changed my mind, I can just very clearly see he's making her uncomfortable. And if he keeps this up she won't want to help us anymore- it's for the good of the mission."

"The good of the mission?" Sam asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, the good of the mission."

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348 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#3

Grumpy x Sunshine One Shots Masterlist

Birthday 🖤❤️‍🩹

Drinking Buddies 💕

The Secret Apartment 💕

Fond of You 💕

From Friends To This 💕🫶

It's In The Past 🖤❤️‍🩹

Snow Day 💕

Illiterate 🖤❤️‍🩹

Jealousy, Jealousy 💕

Nightmare 🖤❤️‍🩹

I Miss You Like It Was The Very First Night ❤️‍🩹🫶

Twitter 💕

The Compound Conspiracy 💕

Sick 💕❤️‍🩹

The Aquarium 💕💡

Kidnapped 🖤

Cat's Cradle 💕

Forced Proximity 💕

Valentine's Day 💕

The Scary One 💕

Forever Winter 🖤❤️‍🩹🫶

The Parachute Problem 💕

Defining The Relationship 💕💡

Game Night 💕

5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) 💕

5 + 1 (Angst Edition) 🖤

A Bad Day 🖤❤️‍🩹

Secret Moments In A Crowded Room 💕🫶

The Winter Soldier (Part 1) 🖤 💡

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357 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#2

Affection (Part 2)

"Nice haircut," Sam chuckles, ruffling Bucky's newly cut hair.

Bucky swats Sam’s hand away, turning to glare at him. "Don't touch me."

"Jeez, touchy," Sam grumbles, clutching his smacked hand to his chest

"I just don't like people touching me."

That's when you walk in.

The first thing you do after almost a week away from the Compound is greet Sam with a hug, then you turn all of your attention to Bucky.

You practically throw yourself on the couch, curling yourself up next to him, and pecking him on the cheek.

He wrinkles his nose, though the slight smile and faint blush on his face defy the annoyed expression he tries to keep on his face.

Still curled into Bucky, you take a large deep breath of relief. You reach over running your hand through Bucky's hair. "I like your haircut. Looks nice."

"Thanks," Bucky mutters, quietly relishing in the praise.

"You know, Bucky doesn't like-" Sam begins.

Bucky abruptly cuts Sam off, shooting a glare over his shoulder. "Shut up, Sam."

Grumpy Sunshine Series

382 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Two Sides of The Same Coin" Chapter List

The Grumpy x Sunshine Series story!

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Two Sides Of The Same Coin Playlist

Chapter 1 - Welcome To New York

Chapter 2 - State of Grace

Chapter 3 - Ready for It?

Chapter 4 - Holy Ground

Chapter 5 - Wonderland

Chapter 6 - It’s Nice To Have A Friend

Chapter 7 - The Archer

Chapter 8 - Mad Woman

Chapter 9 - I Did Something Bad

Chapter 10 - Hoax

Chapter 11 - So It Goes…

Chapter 12 - Delicate

Chapter 13 - Mirrorball

Chapter 14 - We Were Happy

Chapter 15 - A Place In This World

Chapter 16 - Everything Has Changed

Chapter 17 - The Joker and The Queen

Chapter 18 - I’m Only Me When I’m With You

Chapter 19 - The Outside

Chapter 20 - Bad Blood

Chapter 21 - Nothing New

Chapter 22 - Safe and Sound

Chapter 23 - Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Chapter 24 - You Are In Love

Chapter 25 - Peace

Chapter 26 - Invisible String

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[galactic-pirates]

13, 14, and 16 for the fic writer asks, please!

Yay thank you for the ask!

13) What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow? Ooof erm. I always feel like I wind up picking at the phrasing of these questions, like what qualifies as being 'common' and does 'almost always' mean exactly that rather than always? I'm probably trying to be too precise but this is just how my brain is.

You see I was going to say "maintain POV" as opposed to head hopping, but I always maintain POV these days, as I trained myself out of the head hopping.

For an 'almost always' I think I'm going to say "schedule writing time" - aka that quote about... (let me google) “I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.” -W. Somerset Maugham." - basically it's about being disciplined. Make a commitment and show up for yourself, and for your story. I almost always try and do this. It's not easy, some days I procrastinate badly and don't get a lot done, but I still have my butt in the chair, and that's half the battle sometimes. I don't do everyday though. Tried it, couldn't make it work. I aim for 5 days a week and I can 'undesignate' days if I have appointments or something is going on. The important thing is on any day it's possible, I show up for the writing.

14) How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences? I don't consciously draw from personal experience. Indeed I very rarely have any kind of matching experience with my characters (my life is far too limited) but I know fear, I know pain, I know shame etc. and I guess that helps in the abstract. It's a bit like a jigsaw puzzle, piecing it altogether.

I know the scenario, I know the character, I know their personality, their history etc. Because different characters would obviously react with different emotions even to the same scenario. So I have to work out what kind of emotional reaction is right for the character in that moment and how they would portray that. Somebody might be feeling something intensely inside, but now show it much on the outside. Somebody else might throw things, scream or cry etc.

I don't think I feel what the characters do, but at the same time I do think it does affect me somehow. Like it's not "sad scene = sad Sam" but maybe the intensity? I find that I have more of an extreme reaction to things. So perhaps writing emotional scenes makes me more sensitive?

16) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? I can't 100% recall how my fanfic ideas I had on my list when I decided to quit fanfic. I get nostalgic sometimes. I really wanted those ideas to exist BUT just because they won't as fanfic, doesn't mean that a spark of them won't one day exist in an original story of mine.

For example I always wanted to write a Bering and Wells tropetastic Christmas story. Well who says that one day I can't write the fake dating, bringing a colleague home for the holidays, snowed in, huddling together for warmth, oh no there's only one bed etc. lesbian romance. It's certainly on my list.

I have well over half a dozen different series ideas, and a few standalone novel concepts. I got first drafts of a fair few 'Book Ones' as I have jumped from project to project, not sticking with a series or even a genre. I'm trying to be a bit more disciplined about that from now on. I picked a series and started to reboot it this year. I redrafted Book One and I should probably start the revision on it tomorrow. Then onto Book Two. There's six books in this series and it does make me a little sad sometimes to think I'm unlikely to write anything else for a couple of years. I think I'll always have more ideas than time/spoons.

#I answer things #sam talks writing

[jewishranger-studies]

19/12/22 - 100dop day 1

So, day 1 is drawing to a close!! I've definitely been productive today, by my standards at least, although there are a couple of things I didn't do that I wanted to.

Progress towards my goals: I started the day with a pilates session to wake myself up (with the help of an energy drink, but shhh) and then did some German practice on duolingo and drops while I ate my extremely healthy seasonal breakfast of sufganiyot and a protein shake.

I had a couple of errands to run today which tragically couldn't be done at the same time, despite being literally 5 minutes away from each other and half an hour from my place, so I turned what would have been 4 half hour walks into 2 10 minute runs and 2 15 minute runs. I would've preferred to have done my cardio all in one chunk, but honestly the distance probably wouldn't have been worth what I got (perishable foods from my friends who are going home today for the holidays) if I hadn't given it a dual purpose.

In between errands part 1 and errands part 2 (seriously, did 2nd guy have to be busy until 3pm when 1st girl was leaving at 11am??), I had lunch, walked the cat, and spent 2 hours watching the recording of a biomechanics lecture I missed this past semester and took some notes which will be good for me to look back on in the future, although I've sadly already sat the exam for that module. Apart from that, I watched a couple episodes of Titans and chatted with my housemate who's going home tomorrow about the virtues of various breads.

Errands part 2 ended up with me chatting for over an hour, because what else would ever happen when you put together a pair of autistic sword nerds?

Since getting home, I've spent some time writing and got 500 words into a new fanfic which is entirely self-indulgent and has been bouncing around my head for about 2 months now. I may or may not write more before I go to bed tonight. Most likely not.

I unfortunately did not manage to read, let alone annotate, a paper or article today, however I did find one on the impact of blackcurrant and caffeine on endurance that I intend to read tomorrow.

Hope y'all get good sleep, I'll be back tomorrow!!

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