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cameronspecial · 1 month

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Burning Obsession

Pairing: OCD Episode

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Sometimes Y/N can get caught in a compulsion and Rafe has to be there to lay his foot down.

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The dishwasher beside the sink has not been used since Rafe started dating Y/N. Not when she needs to be the one washing the dishes because she can have more control over how they get clean. In her mind, if she is the one doing the dishes, then they can be as sanitized as she wants them to be. Rafe isn’t going to lie and say that it doesn’t worry him that she can spend an hour cleaning their dishes even though only two of them had dinner, but it helps ease her mind and he isn’t going to interfere if it doesn’t cause her any harm. They had just finished dinner and he helped her clear the dishes from the table. He sits at the kitchen island while she starts the washing. His offers to help are always waved away with the instruction that only she can clean them properly. Any normal person would worry about the steam coming from the sink; however, her dishwashing gloves are heat resistant so it reduces his fear. Everything is going as normal until he hears the constant squeak of the sponge against ceramic. This tells him that she is stuck in one of her compulsions. Something was probably crusted on the plate and now, she needs to wash it over and over again till the little switch in her brain tells her it is no longer a concern. He ignores his phone, observing her to make sure she is okay. The water splashes down the faucet and into the sink when the hot drops repeatedly lick her skin above the gloves, he has to intervene before she gets seriously burnt.

He rushes to her side and turns off the faucet. Her head whips in his direction. She glares at him with the plate still in her hand. “I need to clean the dishes,” she urges, reaching for the tap. His hand gently wraps around her wrist to stop her. He turns her to face him, taking the plate out of her hand and placing it into the sink. She can feel his finger wedge between the rubber of her gloves and her skin so he can pull them off. Her resistance is placated when he pulls her into a hug. His lips press on her temple, “We need to get some cool water running over your forearm. I don’t want the burn to blister.” He turns on the water and leads her arm under the stream. She stays quiet through the whole interaction, thinking a million miles a minute about how to finish the cleaning.

“Rafey, the stuff needs to be cleaned. I have to clean them. If they aren’t cleaned properly, then we might get sick from eating off them,” she begs. He shakes his head, “I love you, Baby, but I’ve let you do this long enough. I should’ve listened to your therapist. We are getting a cleaner in the morning.” It’s been long enough, so he removes her arm from under the water and pats it dry carefully with a towel. “No, no, Rafe, we both agreed that it was okay that I wash the dishes because I don’t get hurt,” she objects, taking her hand away from him. He sighs while heading to the fridge to get out the aloe vera, “And what do you call the burns that could’ve formed on your arms if I didn’t stop you? Baby, I know that water was scorching and you did nothing when it kept touching you.” “I had it under control. It was under control,” she insists in a frenzy. “I’m the only one who can clean it properly. You know that, Rafe. Only I can keep it safe.” Tears start to flow down her face and it kills him to see her in such a pain because of his words. He rests his palm against her cheek to wipe the tears with his thumb.

“Baby, I know this kills you. I understand that your brain is obsessing over the need to be able to protect us and to control that protection. And I want you to have that relief from that compulsion, but I will always do everything in my power to ensure your safety and well-being. What is happening now, does not follow those principles.”

He pauses to let her process the words and she tries to come up with a retort. He doesn’t let her because he needs to interrupt her anxious thoughts before they can dig deeper into her mind. “We will interview the candidates together and we can ask them to wash the dishes during the interview. Once we do hire someone, you can watch over their work. But getting a cleaner is non-negotiable.” Her breath hitches as she looks into his eyes. Everything he said makes sense and she knows their condition as to why they didn’t listen to Dr. Barnes has been broken today, but it doesn’t change the little voice in her head controlling her obsession. “O-only I can be the one to do it,” she pleads with a wobble to her voice. He kisses her forehead, “Baby, I recognize that the anxiety is causing this obsession and compulsion and I hate to cause you distress by going against it, but I need to set my foot down and give you some tough love at some point.” She exhales in defeat and nods. “Okay, let’s get a cleaner.” He bobs his head, tugging her into a hug. “I said those things because I love you and I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he whispers into her ear. Her hold tightens, “I understand. I love you too. I think I might need to visit Dr. Barnes tomorrow. Will you sit in on the session with me?”

“Of course, I will be here every step of the way if you want me to.”

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bomber-grl · 4 months

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Leo Valdez x Child of Dionysus 🍇 ₊˚⊹

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn! Reader

Never did Leo imagine that he’d get with a Dionysus kid 🚶‍♀️

You guys most likely met at a party at your cabin, which is a more than often occurrence

Even before the party at your cabin that really made you two interact, he always seen you around camp and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little attracted to you

A distinct memory of his was when he barely got to camp and was given the tour by Annabeth was when they passed the strawberry fields.

She had vaguely pointed it out and mentioned the non saytrs were children of Dionysus and moved along

But his eyes kept drifting back to you to the point where annabeth had to physically drag him but before doing so, she told him your name then sighed and moved along.

So imagine his surprise when he’s just eating breakfast at the pavilion and is invited to the party by not just any Dionysus kid , but you

You had ran up to him and acted as if you’d been friends since forever

You slung an arm around him and invited him and whoever he wanted to bring along, all you said was just to go to your cabin whenever

So he did, and surprisingly it was fun

He surprised he’s never been to a party hosted by you guys before

Plus it was a little disturbing how the harpies just completely ignored your over curfew partying

And underage drinking he’s just glad that he didn’t sleep there; trash was everywhere -

Anyway

After that party you guys just got closer and closer, mostly because of efforts on your part but he never minded

You’d go up to him and hang out while eating dinner and then get called back to your table by your dad

Your dad

That’s a whole other issue , Leo’s first impression of Mr D wasn’t exactly the best but let’s get back to the subject at hand

You’d even invite Leo to the strawberry fields to just hang out

Which what would he even do-?

This got you scolded by some passerby demigods on there way elsewhere

Which you completely didn’t care about and gave your snarkiest remark then turned back to him like nothing ever happened…🧍‍♀️

Situations like this became even more frequent and he started seeing why Dionysus kids got dirt for being so sassy…

It’s even worst since you remind him so much of those theatre wannabe kids that he used to go to school with except you actually know how to act and stuff

As a matter of fact, all your siblings have this thing about them

Some of you guys act a bit unhinged too which sometimes he can’t help but question

That opinion changes once you play a game of capture the flag or just go into battle.

He sees you use the lesser known aspect of your godly parent’s abilities

Your ability to be able to affect the sanity of others was honestly scary to see

Boy is he glad that he’s on your side..

What he thought would shock him, kinda sorta didn’t. The fact that the majority of your siblings are lazy, foul mouthed, prone to anger issues is what he thought you’d be and luckily, it isn’t your main personality trait

Going back to your dad, Mr. D…

It’s honestly just so painfully awkward 🧍‍♀️

Especially after you two got together with the help of your friends from the apollo and demeter friends

Which only ever happened because of your green thumb and your interest in theatrics

Well the reason it got so awkward was mainly when you’d invite him to sit at your table too

Despite being against the rules-

The two of you were enjoying your time while idly sitting then all of a sudden your two brother started pointing with their eyes behind you.

Then Mr.D cleared his throat and told you to send your little boyfriend back to his table before he made him

🧍‍♀️…

It’s so bad especially when you decided to sneak Leo into your cabin since you have fewer siblings than him

He stayed the night and luckily your siblings gave you some privacy

The two of you admittedly cuddled the whole time and it would sorta get awkward when they’d tell you to shut up and you’d retort back

Well this became sorta a habit until you walked Leo into your cabin and mr d in all his glory was there

It was literally just the two of you 🧍‍♀️

Mr d just turned to Leo and told him to walk away and maybe he wouldn’t snitch, maybe throw in a wine bottle?-

Let’s be real, people sleeping in each others cabins is probs the norm

Well after Leo and mr d left you turned to your siblings and they all said they didn’t snitch

Which, who even knows if they’re telling the truth 🚶‍♀️

Anyway, because of how unhinged or wild Dionysus kids are known to be you and Leo aren’t exactly a surprising match

I mean, most times you’re just joking and teasing with the other

It’s even gotten to the point where when one of you isn’t with the other people literally ask where your “other half” is

It’s honestly rlly cute but definitely shocked u the first time u heard it

The first time mr. D caught u sneaking Leo in wasn’t the first instance, in fact it was the first of many

In fact, you and Leo decided to walk along the lake. It wasn’t night time yet, the sun was just setting

You really don’t even know how it happened but next thing you knew the two had kissed

At this point the two of you had made it near the big house so of course people would see you

But what you didn’t expect was for me d to call out and tell you guys to do that elsewhere.

I mean atleast he didn’t tattle

Until you and Leo wake up the next morning and are put to cleaning duty as punishment.

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mymreaderlibrary · 5 months

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I need more old man yoai. Its just, it's good soup, ya know. I want them to get a house and adopt a teenage kid. Just family stuff ya know. Its good soup, ya know.

SORRY THE SOUP TOOK SO LONG, but I did my best to try and fulfill this ask. There were some changes to your idea but I hope it still works 😭

Old man yaoi pt 3 here we go

[long distance, weird fucky timeline, use of y/n, mention of the soap-cident except he’s fine because I said so, minor homophobia, some angst, an original character, and my adamance to be slow as fuck with romance].

[length: 2227 words]

Getting to finally kiss each other didn't open the floodgates per say but it did give them enough respite that their "tenseness" subsided. The rest of the 141 were relieved that the pair had somehow righted their differences, even if they still didn't know what those differences were, and Soap congratulated them on "making up".

It was awkward for a bit and while it was nice knowing the feelings were recuperated neither knew what was too much or too little so they rarely made any advances. When they did finally feel confident enough, usually in complete privacy and far late into the night, it would be a lot of soft touches. Thumbs running over knuckles, shoulders bumping lightly together, maybe even a hug if they were feeling bold (though it was more like just leaning on each other as they never raised their arms higher than the hip). They kissed a good few times again but it was like a rare treat.

Despite everything neither had actually been with another man before, y/n got close at a gay bar a while ago but a light shined directly into his eyes and he got a migraine that forced him to leave. The unfortunate side effect of previous head injuries. Meanwhile Price had casual relationships with women in the past but not men, however it's not like they lasted for too long anyways as his devotion to his work spared little room for it. So sue them if they didn't know what to do, this was all brand new and definitely badly timed.

They kept up in a pattern; mission, meetings, and then downtime. Complete a good weeks worth of work, discuss their next steps (and start on them), then pull out a drink and chat. Consider it just their luck that the night things finally felt like they were heating up, privacy was near guaranteed, and tomorrow posed no urgent challenge that Soap decided knocking wasn't necessary and stood there bewildered by the doorway till he caught their attention. Johnny was incredibly apologetic and promised not to tell anyone but the two older men decided it would be better to just come clean before something like that happened again. Laswell of course wasn't surprised, but Gaz and Ghost had a momentary pause that they quickly reassured wasn't from judging just surprise. Overall it went over smoothly and it had the added bonus of giving Price and y/n more alone time.

(Note: however, the second it was clear to Soap he could freely chat about Price and y/n's relationship it became open season for the worst jokes imaginable. When Soap wasn't instantly flayed, the other guys would join in with a particular "dad joke collector" Ghost staking his claim in the torment).

By the time y/n's work was over Price was hesitant to let him go, knowing they would not have this closeness again unless one of them gave up their current lifestyle. It was honestly a bit tempting, Price had spent about his whole life in the military and it wasn't like anyone could really judge a well seasoned man for retiring. But instead y/n gave him his phone number and the two split ways no matter how badly they yearned otherwise.

And that's how they stayed for the next couple of years, Price always calling from a burner and y/n being left to wait for him by the landline. Bi-monthly they would chat, y/n giving life updates and Price venting about how the 141 were going to give him a damn heart attack. Y/n got service dog, a great dane named Lucy who he couldn't help but boast about to the point the others wanted updates on her too. Price could sometimes hear her sniffing at the phone and was dying to see her in person. It relieved him to know y/n had someone (or something) there with him as the other man had admitted to feeling lonely at home. Still a big part of Price wished that someone could've been him.

Over time Price reconsidered his stance on retirement with a series of back to back events being his solidifying his choice. It started off with a call from y/n, his family had come into town to visit after years of radio silence and at first it seemed to be going well. That was until his parents asked about his relationship. They sewed a lot of seeds of doubt, not privy to their son dating a male but also not believing it was serious enough to be real considering they never saw Price. His parents were happy to grind their heel into any anxieties their son had which ended up in a full blow up during his mother's birthday. Y/n ended up storming out after his mom made a show of mocking his relationship in front of extended family. He was humiliated that his parents could still get a rise out of him even in his old age. Price had gotten a call from y/n afterwards who sounded completely exhausted. Price desperately wanted to be there to comfort his lover but ultimately the only thing he could do was verbally console him.

Within the same week Price began noticing a small shake to his hands. Nothing serious but still not something you'd want to see, especially as a sniper. He couldn't tell if it was age, an injury, or stress but it left him with an odd feeing in his stomach. Like his body was trying to tell him something.

And a little while after that it seemed Soap decided to deliver on that heart attack joke. Out cold in a hospital bed with a list of injuries too long to name, the scotsman had everyone in a panic. Ghost in particular didn't take it well and, while he was good at being outwardly calm, anyone who knew the man proper could tell he was terrified. He just had this vague vacant look in his eye, it wasn't hard to determine he was probably disassociating. Gaz on the other hand tried to keep some semblance of positivity even if he was running on empty. Not the kind of peppy “everything is gonna be okay!” positivity but a rather light kind. The type where you try not to let your own doubt eat you upside by never verbally stating reality. He didn't want this to be the end so he wasn't about to act like it, but he was undoubtedly scared shitless.

Price had called y/n after the incident and it became his turn to be consoled. He wasn't a crier but he imagined if he was there would've been at least a few. He had dealt with shit like this before, but the secret was it never got easier you just got better at being quiet about it. He knew y/n understood that.

However by some grace of god Soap woke up. The man was shockingly resilient and not about to let himself get felled by just anything. The asshole was even joking within the first few minutes of consciousness much to Price's chagrin but Ghost and Gaz couldn't have been happier. Those two stayed with Soap for a while and Price was certain he heard scot getting bitched out from across the hall. Make no mistake, even while mad at him for being reckless they were glad to be ranting to his face rather than a casket.

Y/n got another call after that, the bi-monthly quota quickly exceeded, to deliver the good news. The call was admittedly shorter than their usual but it left them both feeling far more hopeful than the last. When Price closed his burner he couldn't help but think about being there with y/n in person, getting to say these things to his face, even getting to hold him. He hadn't been kissed in years now and he yearned for a moment of peace like that especially after all that stress. A silent decision was made, a bit impulsively, but it was a long time coming.

After Soap was back up and running the man started taking missions again, this time with an extra watchful eye from the team. But to everyone's surprise one person wouldn't be joining them. In an uncommonly personal meeting, Price announced his retirement to the rest of the 141. Soap had opposed in a panic thinking this was due to his accident, and while it might've inspired part of it, Price assured him this was something he had been thinking about for a while. He felt it was time and well... he had someone he knew was waiting for him.

The meeting, while bittersweet, left off on a note of pride. Not everyone can say they retired by will and especially not a man of Price's caliber. The team were happy for him but also demanded he try to stay in touch even if only slightly. With a hug from everyone (a shoulder pat from Gaz, a crushing squeeze from Soap, a light hold from Ghost, and a rather sentimental one from Laswell) he said his goodbyes and gave y/n another call.

Y/n sounded a little frazzled upon picking up and confusingly Price noted the sound of another voice in the background, distinctly female. As it turns out it was one of y/n's cousins who, after the birthday disaster, decided to get in contact with him. She felt bad for how the rest of their family had treated him and wanted to make sure he was doing alright. Apparently Ying, as she turned out to be named, was absolutely enamored with Lucy and was giving the dane the play session of a lifetime hence the sounds of chaos. Price instantly eased, especially with how relaxed y/n began to sound as he had settled in to his cousins presence.

They chatted like usual but y/n could hear a strong sense of sappiness to Price's voice as he closed the phone.

It took about 3 days for Price to make his way over to y/n apartment and to say he got a warm welcome would be an understatement. The ex-captain hadn't actually told his lover about the retirement or his planned arrival so the other man was completely surprised, but overjoyed. It had taken years but they were finally here together again. Holding back felt unnecessary, they kissed right in the doorway as they clutched at each others bodies. The sensation made everything so much more real and they likely would've stood there for way longer if Lucy hadn't poked her nose into them. Price was was thrilled to finally see the big mutt in person and she took a quick shine to him.

Within a couple weeks later Price had tried to settle in but it wasn't working. The apartment was just too damn small especially with two grown men and a giant dog in it. Lucy often had to be taken out to the local dog park for exercise and Ying came in to visit from time to time which only cramped the space more. It was practically inevitable that they were going to search for a bigger home so they eventually started a search. Originally they looked into more apartments, but just one peek at their current set up (and into Lucy's big brown eyes) they knew they needed something much bigger.

The search took a while but they eventually settled on simple cabin with a good two acres. It was remote enough that they didn't have neighbors, but also close enough to civilization that they could keep in touch with Ying. Plus there was a lake not too far from it which made for a great fishing spot. Price did most of the packing but they didn't have too many items anyways so one small u-haul was all they needed.

The cabin had a strong musky scent from the wood, the floorboards would creek with each, and the whole place was perfect. Settling into this was much easier, something about it just felt natural. Maybe it was the amount of room, maybe it was the peaceful location, or maybe it was they were together. Whatever the reason, Price felt he had made the right choice.

Come half a year later, they've accumulated a few things to decorate their house, had their fair share of fishing days out by the lake, and maybe made a good couple of messes or two. Ying was an active visitor and even brought her husband along with her from time to time. Seeing her car pull up into the driveway was a common sight but this time she walked with a nervous excitement which was practically suffocating. Y/n let her in and she asked if she could have a talk with him. The two went over to the couch to chat as Price went into the kitchen to make a quick coffee. He could hear a series of spikes in tone, serious, excited, antsy, all forming together until he finally popped into the room to see a smile on his love and his cousins face.

Ying was pregnant with her first child and wanted to know if they could be the godfathers.

#my writing #mw #price cod #captain price #john price #john price x male reader #price x male reader #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #old man yaoi #okay I gotta keep working on my finals now #but at least theres gay old men

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val-writesstuff · 11 months

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Not Going Back

Summary: Your past seems to catch up to you but it's not who you expected to see

Wc: 1k+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

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Bucky paced the hallway outside of Steve’s office as he waited. He knew he shouldn't have kept what he knew a secret, knew Steve had a right to know the truth. He just hadn't found a good time to bring it up; it's not exactly breakfast conversation.

When he heard Steve hang up his call in his office, he walked in, dropping the file he had put together on the desk with a thump.

Steve raised his eyebrows as he pulled the folder closer, flipping it open to a grainy black-and-white side-view shot of a woman. A voice in Steve's head said he knew her, but he couldn't place her. “What am I looking at here, Buck? Is this some Hydra scientist we need to take care of?”

Bucky sighed and paced for another moment before lowering himself into the chair opposite Steve’s desk. “We worked closely together when I was the winter soldier. She got out a few months after I did. When I got back, I started looking for her.”

“I’m glad you want me to help you, but who is she? Why is she so important that you've been looking for her since you returned? That’s a long time to look for one person, Buck.”

Bucky didn't get nervous often, but this might be the hardest thing he had done in a while. He steeled his nerves and took a deep breath before answering. “It’s your sister Steve. She's out there."

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*three months later*

I chew my lip nervously as I glance over my shoulder. There's no reason for anybody here to follow me, but I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched. I duck down an empty side street and lean against the brick wall of a nearby building. I reach into the pocket of my leather jacket and thumb at the switchblade.

With what I do for a living, it was stupid to think I could stay in one place for so long. I should've left months ago, but the people were so friendly I could almost pretend I wasn't in hiding, running from a past I could barely remember.

After a while, with nothing suspicious happening, I decide it’s safe enough to head back to the apartment I had just started calling “home.” Guess that was a mistake.

I rush into my apartment and start shoving things into my bags. One bag for clothes, one for weapons, kept it easy to pack. There were certain things ingrained in my head; one of them was ‘don't own things that you can not replace’ Sure, I could leave with nothing and be fine, but it was a pain in the ass, and I liked my stuff.

I leave and head off toward where I know I can steal a helicopter. I take side streets and back alleys, trying to hurry when I get that feeling again. That itch in the back of my brain tells me somebody is watching me, but when I look over my shoulder, there’s still nobody there.

Another twenty minutes of walking pass, and I can see the airport when I hear a crunch behind me. I spin around and see a blond man staring at me. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place him.

Grabbing a weapon from my bag would take too long, so I'm left with only my switchblade and ability. He doesn't look like he wants to fight me, so my best bet is to run.

I turn and take off at a sprint. No regular person can keep up with me, so I should be in the clear. I'm only a few feet away from my escape when something heavy slams into my side and grabs onto me.

I look to see what it is and see a face I could never forget; he haunts my dreams. They sent my own damn partner after me. I recognize the expression on his face; it's the same one he makes on missions just before the end. Angry, determined.

With a grunt, I raise my knee and kick his chest as hard as possible. I know I'll never be able to beat him, mainly because there's this tiny voice in the back of my mind screaming not to hurt him.

"I'm not going back!" I scramble away from him and leap to my feet. I snatch the switchblade from my pocket and flip it open. My other hand flexes, and I prepare to use the ability I had spent months shoving down. "I'd die before I ever go back with you!" I spit out and glance between them. The blond still looks hesitant about this, so he should be easy to deal with. The soldier is challenging, but I can get out of here if I can just get past him.

I run towards him, and just before he reaches out to grab me, I hit the ground and slide between his open legs. Yet again, I run for my salvation, not pausing for my dropped bags.

Stupidly I think I'm in the clear when the other one grips my wrist and yanks me towards him. He wraps his arms around me tightly; my arms are trapped at my sides, and I try to slash out with my knife.

The soldier huffs as he snatches it away from me, closes it, and shoves it into his pocket.

"I'm not going back with you!" I jerk my head back and slam it into the chin of Mr. Hesitant. Winter immediately grabs me and tosses me like a sack of potatoes. I land with a grunt. I try to strike out at him, but he grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the ground above my head.

"Doll, I didn't wanna hurt you, but you're not making this easy." his other hand is pinning my hips to the ground, and he's sitting on my legs, so I can't kick him off me. I look around, trying to find the other guy, when the unmistakable feeling of a needle pierces my neck. Found him.

“Fuck you!” I do my best to thrash and fight even as black spots begin to invade my vision.

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 19 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 20

Summary: You're Taken away from him and he's the one to blame for it.

Trigger Warning: Description of rape and assault, panic attack, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

Steve was in the middle of a case when he received a call from Loki, he was crying profusely, hyperventilating, couldn't even get a word out without losing his breath, Steve had to calm him down so he could ask him what had happened, he figured already though that it had something to do with you only and he wasn't wrong. Loki always stayed calm, was always rational unless it was about you and with Odin out there, he feared what would happen to you. Though Steve knew it was nearly impossible that Odin could be in LA. He wasn't in LA..not just yet.

When he reached Loki's apartment the door was opened, he found him in his room, on the floor with his feet tucked into his chest, he was trembling with fear and he couldn't stop crying.

"Loki are you okay?" He bent down to his level so Loki looked up,

"She's gone..they took her, somebody took her and I can't find her…right under my nose…I lost her..I failed her again " he mumbled a strings of words so Steve placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Loki–"

"I failed her again, I promised and failed..where is she? What are they doing to her right fucking now? I can't find her..I lost her again..all over again" he mumbled mindlessly so Steve shook him by his shoulders.

"Snap out of it Loki..we will find her ..just tell me everything okay?"

"This is nice Loki..thank you" you placed your hand on his, you were in a fancy restaurant, wearing the fanciest dress you owned, he asked you out on a dinner and at first you felt awful that he was pressured into this by that conversation but then the way he kissed you and the way he couldn't stop looking at you made you feel otherwise. He seemed happy. He grabbed your fingers in his, his thumb caressed over the skin softly and the innocuous little touch made your face warm, now you knew what his fingers were capable of doing.

"You look so handsome, did I tell you that already?" He chuckled as you said that, he indeed was the handsomest man on the face of earth, all the time. But when he dressed up and brushed his hair, he was absoloutely out of your league, you never could have imagined a man like him to be into you under different circumstances. He had a white tee under a black jacket that he matched with a pair of black trousers, so fucking handsome you couldn't wait to touch him all over as soon as you're in the privacy of your home.

"You did..three times before this.. but I don't mind that at all" he winked at you and it made you giggle, this was going great, your first official date with him. He should have told you how pretty you looked in that green dress you had on, should have told you that loved watching his beautiful girl in his favorite color, should have kept you in his arms and he shouldn't have allowed you to leave the table. Especially not that.

"I need to use the loo..I'll be right back" you said to him and he furrowed his brows,

"Do you need to? We will be home soon"

"Yes.. because I want us to go get ice cream after this" you stood up and moved towards him to kiss his forehead. He smiled as he looked at you, the twinkle in your eyes ceased his worries momentarily. You seemed happy and he wanted you to be happy.

"Can I come?"

"Noooo…it's a ladies room"

"Okay come back soon"

"You'll see me in five minutes…you can ogle at my ass when I'm leaving though" he chuckled as you said that, there weren't many people in the restaurant and you were still leaning over him so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

"I love you lolo"

He smiled and most definitely checked you out while you sauntered away. He couldn't stop fidgeting though, after three minutes he got up and asked the manager where the restrooms were supposed to be, he made his way and knocked on the door but you didn't answer. His heart beat raised as nobody answered, he stormed towards the manager and asked him tol open the door from outside, he tried calling your number, the ring went through as well but you didn't answer.

The manager got the door to open and there was a large window that worked as a safety exit, you were nowhere inside and he knew somebody had taken you.

"Sir if you don't mind me imposing, this is not the first time that window has been used as an escape on the first date" the manager quipped but he was too distraught to answer.

You u were gone and he wasn't able to find you.

"Okay…here drink this" Steve gave him a glass of water and asked him to calm down but Loki was inconsolable at the moment, reminded Steve of the day when he found him at the center worried, crying and losing his shit because he thought he and the cops were too late and Odin must have harmed you.

"Does she have her phone Loki?" Her bag wasn't left behind, right?" Steve questioned him so loki nodded, he then immediately asked the number to be traced.

"Where's that bastard?" Loki asked him so Steve sighed,

"He's not in LA loki ..I can assure you that"

"How can you assure me that he is not?" Loki raised his voice

"I just do..trust me"

Loki couldn't, he wanted to, Steve was the only person he could have thought of calling after that but he didn't trust anyone, he couldn't stop thinking about you, your happy little face kept haunting him, if something wrong would happen to you he won't survive, he would never be able to forgive himself for ruining your life like this.

"It must be Thor and mother" Steve's eyes widened as Loki said that

"What do you mean?"

"I met him a few days ago"

"Your brother Thor and your mother Frigga? You said that they died" Steve asked him so loki shook his head.

"I didn't see mother, I just met Thor and he wanted to hurt her, i warned him and I thought I would protect her, but I should have known that I'm incapable of such a thing, should have believed in my incompetence" Steve sighed again as Loki said that

"This is not the time for that loki..where could they be? Got any clue"

"I don't know..i just want her back..she..she must be scared..so scared" he put his face down between his hands as he cried until the tears stopped coming. Steve was able to trace the last location via your cell phone but unfortunately they found it in the middle of nowhere.

As your eyes opened you looked around, your head was pounding and you couldn't think clearly but the more you woke up the more the incident flashed in front of your eyes. You were on a date, you went to the loo and when you came out there was someone else in the restroom with you, a man, before you could scream he had managed to knock you out.

That was the last thing you remembered, you tried to sit up but your hands were tied to the headboard, your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and you realized that you were in a room, it was blank all over, just a closet on the side and a bed. Was it Odin? Your heart beat sped up at the thought, it can't be, you can't just end up here after everything, your mind drifted towards Loki and it made you worried out of your mind. Where was he? Was he safe? You knew he'd be blaming himself for this even though it wasn't his fault.

"Helppppp pleasseee…help meee" you screamed out loud and then you heard the sound of the bedroom door opening soon after.

"Let me go please..who are you?" you screamed again, there were two people but you couldn't see them very well in the dark.

"Turn on the lights Thor" you heard a feminine voice and you didn't have to guess who it could be, it was Loki's mother you could tell, you recognised her distinct voice and the accent that matched Loki's. As the lights turned on you saw her, she still looked the same as you remembered..it has been over a decade and she had aged too but it didn't really make much of a difference.

"Calm down my child" she whispered softly as she sat down on the bed right next to your legs.

"I'm not your fucking child, untie me and let me go pleaseee" you yelled at her so she smiled.

"I can't..we didn't bring you here to let you leave so easily, it was so tough to get you alone without my son or those policemen around" you whimpered as she said that. What was she doing? What did she want from you, your eyes fell upon the man, his brother Thor and he was staring at you constantly with a look on his face that you couldn't really decipher.

"Stop screaming.. nobody can hear you" he said to you and you felt so terrified. Were they helping Odin? They must be, maybe he was here too somewhere.

"She is so pretty now isn't she? No wonder my son is so taken" His mother stood up and walked towards the edge of the bed, she caressed your cheek but you flinched so she stopped.

"Please let me gooo what are you doing…please don't do this"

Her eyes teared up as you begged her but she smiled instead.

"It's for the better. For all of us, for loki. You want him to be safe right?" She said to you and you looked at her confused.

"For Loki? You never protected him when you should have" her eyes welled up as you said that "You're not wrong but I don't expect you to understand. I do miss my child, my little boy, I see he's taking good care of you, he was always the most loving of us all" she smiled as she said that "Tell me one thing, are you still a virgin?" She asked you with no hesitation whatsoever and it made you want to bitchslap her into oblivion.

"Why the fuck would you ask me that?" You questioned her as you struggled against the binds.

"Well if you are ..we need to fix that"

"What do you even mean?" Your lips trembled with fear as you questioned her.

"You will find out soon enough"

"Well I'm not a fucking virgin so fuck all of you" you lied to her and she gave you a little laugh "She curses just like him..Even better now, then you won't mind my son here fornicating with you right? Call me when it's done"

She turned around to leave and shut the door behind her with a loud thud, leaving just Thor in the room, you started to cry and scream as loud as you could but it was futile, you didn't know what kind of dungeon they were hiding you in but you knew you were in deep trouble. As he walked towards you like a predator a series of memories fogged your mind, it reminded you of that last day at the center, you felt exactly the way you had felt when Odin was going to sacrifice you.

"Pleasse pleasee pleasee Nooo… stop please..just don't…don't do it please " you begged him as he caressed your cheek with his finger, his touch disgusted you, how could two brothers be poles apart? How was one the angle that had kept you safe all these years and the other one was like this. You were pondering over their differences when then a thought hit you, maybe he was being pressured, maybe Frigga was making him do this, maybe he was forced like Loki was at the center.

"You are beautiful, I don't blame my brother for wanting to get a taste" his thumb rubbed over your lips as he got on the bed "Stop struggling, that would be easier and..less painful" He got on top of you so you stopped struggling.

"Please don't do this, i know you don't want to" you cried as you begged him but he only gave you a sinister laugh in response,

"You don't know me little starling..I'm not my brother, he was always…ummm..how do I put this aptly..very sentimental" Thor chuckled

"Please don't…he's broken and this…this will kill him, he'll never forgive himself…pleaseee protect him please" you cried as you spoke and you finally saw an emotion flicker through his eyes.

"You think you can manipulate me?"

"Nooo I am just speaking the truth..I don't care what happens to me..but I know that if something would happen to me he'll be distraught, he'll never be able to move on…he doesn't sleep well.. always blaming himself for the past__"

"Shut your mouth you whore" he threatened you as he grabbed your chin harshly.

"He never stops hurting, he's in pain and he'd never heal if you do whatever you're planning to do to me"

"And you think I care..after he abandoned us for you..you think I give a shit about him?" He screamed at you and it only made you cry harder,

"He saved you…you both would be rotting in a cell like Clint and James if it wasn't for him"

"Shut up" he slapped you and you knew it would leave a mark . It was the truth he knew that Loki had no choice in that matter. He never really had any choices in life, his life was chosen by Odin and whatever their father said, they had to follow it like puppets.

"Pleaseee.. protect him..he needs it..he never had it..you're his big brother"

"And you think I was protected?" he snickered but his eyes welled up, all of you came from the same place, the same hell that made you lose all faith in humanity.

"Noooo but it's not his fault..what you did at the center i don't judge you for that.. I never judged him either but what you're doing right now is a crime..and it's your own little brother who'd pay for it" he punched the mattress right next to you head as you continued to speak "Please Thor…please.. please don't do this"

"Keep Begging... I like that..you must beg him too like this, I can tell you that loves it when a woman is begging under him to spare her dignity" he mumbled

"No he doesn't.. he's nothing like you" you raised your voice so he hit you again "I'm sorry please..I'd do anything you want..just don't hurt me or rape me..don't take this away from me..don't ruin him ..he has suffered enough" Thor grabbed your chin again as you said that.

"What's the big deal? Keeping yourself tight and warm for my brother?"

"Yesss" you answered him fearlessly and his jaw clenched "I love him and I know you do too.. so please don't hurt him..he just wants to be loved, I'm all he has but you can change that..he can have his big brother again"

"I can't betray and abandon mother like he did"

"You don't have to..you can choose both of them"

He got off your body as you said that and you took a deep breath, you had no idea what you were saying, you just hoped it would stall whatever they were planning to do. He stormed out of the room and then you heard them arguing with each other. Hours passed and none of them returned which you were thankful for, you wondered what loki was doing, he must be worried out of his mind as well, blaming himself for losing you, you just wanted to get back into his safe arms somehow, being here made you even more appreciable of how kind he was even after all the adversities. You just wished that he was holding on and being strong, you felt scared for him, you didn't want to lose him again.

Loki went all around the city, cops were being useless and he was losing time, he went to see Jolene and asked her what she knew about Thor, she told him that she knew nothing, he didn't know whether to believe her or not but it didn't really matter.

"Pleaseee be okay…I'm sorry..I'm sorry baby" he whispered softly, his finger trailed over a picture of you he had on his phone, it was taken on your last birthday. As he came back to the empty apartment, he felt suffocated by the surroundings. Without you the walls felt as if they were closing in on him, he was terrified about what Thor was going to do to you. He took out the picture from his side drawer, the one that you gave him on his birthday and his knees buckled on its own, he can't go on without you, he promised you that nothing would take you away from him and he failed yet again like he failed that little girl in the photo.

He was going to pass out from all the pain he was feeling at the moment but then his phone rang.

Your eyes opened up as you heard the door opening, it was Thor again.

"Mother denied your wish to be ridden by my brother, she doesn't trust him" he said to you and you shook you head in disbelief, she wasn't a good mother to any of them, she has never been but you had hoped that with time she'd change her ways.

"Why is my virginity in the play here? I don't get it" you asked him and he chuckled.

"You must be hungry..here..eat..you'll need it" he sat down next to you, and shoved a spoonful of rice into your mouth forcefully. He was going to fuck you and there was nothing you could have done to stop him. You were losing all hope of ever seeing Loki again, you'd do anything just to have him hold you again, just to be in the same room as him.

After feeding you, he untied your hands from the headboard so you could use the bathroom

"Don't try to act smart if you want to see him again" your heart beat raised as he said that.

"What do you mean?" You asked him but he shoved you inside the attached bathroom and locked you from the outside. There was a toilet and a shower, that's all you needed. Maybe your talk got through him and he told Loki where you were, but what about Frigga? Did she know?

As you came out Thor gave you a nightgown to wear that most probably belonged to Frigga. You felt disgusted by her presence and putting her clothes on made you feel even more so.

"Is he coming?" You asked him but he didn't respond, after tying you to the bed again he left. You couldn't fall asleep, the crying only gave you the worst headache of your life.

With every passing second you were losing all the fight you had in you, there's no way you could run out of here without being caught again, all you wanted to do was see him and that's when you begged for the sleep to come so you would be around him in your dreams at least, and you did as well. You couldn't stop thinking about the moment you went to the restroom, maybe if you hadn't you'd still be there with him, all safe and loved by the most loving man you had ever known of.

The door opened again after an hour but it wasn't Thor this time. It was your dream coming true to life.

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zoeyslament · 6 months

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I’ll Stay With You, Okay? - Nischa (sickfic)

@college-knockout and I did an art and writing swap, this is my part of the deal, a Nischa sickfic! Enjoy!

Mischa was the first to notice that something was wrong. It was a choir practice on a Friday, meaning it happened at the beginning of the day instead of the end. Constance and Ocean were at the front of the room, casually discussing an assignment for history class while Ricky and Penny snickered and scrolled through Vine compilations in the back. Father Markus watched over the choir with a wistful look in his eyes, half out of it as usual.

None of that was what Mischa nervous.

No, what was freaking him out was that Noel was slumped in a pile on a desk, head down on his arm as he snored, a string of drool dripping from his lower lip. His face was pale and pasty, a harsh contrast from the poet’s usually well put together appearance. His hair was a mess, and his eyelids drooped, half-covering the hazel orbs that normally sparkled with all the tragic beauty of a fall day drifting into the cold and unforgiving arms of winter.

Something was clearly wrong, and everyone else was so lost in their own worlds to notice.

”Poet?” Mischa grunted, stalking over and tucking away his phone. “You look off.”

Noel looked up. It seemed as if it took all the effort in the world just to lift his head. “I’m fine. Just tired.” His voice sounded hoarse, like he’d been yelling all day, and his nose was whistling from congestion with every breath he took. Mischa’s brow furrowed in concern.

“You need sleep.” He chided. “Why did you even come to school?”

Noel didn’t look like he cared to explain. With a groan, he admitted: “My car broke down and Constance is my ride to and from work. If I didn’t come to school, she’d have had to pick me up all the way across town.”

Mischa was appalled that his boyfriend was planning on going to work after an already long day. “Oh come on, Noel! You need to rest so you can get better! At least tell me you took pain medication?”

He shook his head. “We don’t have any. That stuff is expensive, and ever since mum got laid off we’ve had to budget big-time.” He placed his head back down on the desk, yawning.

Mischa went straight over to Ocean. “Tell old man I am leaving to take Poet home. He is sick.”

Ocean frowned. “He came to school. If he showed up he must be okay.”

”He gave me some lame-ass excuse. My boy needs bed-rest.” Mischa insisted. Call him what you would: bad boy, asshat, dumbass. What he was was a protective boyfriend.

”Fine, but hurry back. Don’t think you’re skipping choir because of this!” Ocean whined. “Bring him home, put him in bed, come right back!”

Mischa tapped Noel on the shoulder. “Come on, I’m driving you home.”

Noel lazily gazed up again. “I told you I’ll be fine.”

“Too bad I don’t agree.” Mischa took Noel’s hand and thumbed at his palm. “Your hands are so cold, they must be numb.” Noel rested his head against Mischa’s shoulder.

It was then that Mischa realized just how ice-cold Noel’s entire body was. He was trembling. “Come on, Noel.” He begged. “Call out sick.” He helped stable the ill boy’s body, stroking his beautiful but knotted hair.

Noel’s glazed eyes met Mischa’s. Wordlessly, Mischa continued to beg. He breathed a sigh of relief as Noel finally cracked a small smile. “Fine.”

He allowed Mischa to walk him out of school and into the parking lot, where they located and unlocked Mischa’s Honda Civic, its bumper scarred with evidence of Mischa’s minimal parallel parking skills. Noel climbed into the passenger seat, his head falling onto the window.

Mischa kept glancing at him as they drove, as if he could keel over and die at any moment. Of course, he didn’t, he just looked miserable the whole time. “Poet?”

”Mhm?”

”Do you want me to stay with you today?”

Noel lifted his head up to shake it and put it back down. “If you think that because I’m sick, I’m deaf, you’re dead wrong. I heard what Ocean said. She’ll flip out!”

Mischa grinned. “Let her flip out, then. I am going to take care of my poet.”

They pulled into Noel’s driveway. He and his mum lived in a small, cape-style house. It was pale grey in colour with a navy blue door. The yard was overgrown, the concerete in the driveway cracked and weathered from years of use. The paint on the siding was chipped, and cobwebs hung in the corners.

“Home.” Noel breathed. He weakly pressed open the door. Mischa helped him stumble into the house—his mum wasn’t home, but Noel took his keys with him everywhere.

Noel led Mischa into his bedroom. Ever since his father had left, Noel had been using the master bedroom. His mother had no use for it. It was big, but not too big. The walls were a rich wine red, heavy velvet curtains hung from the windows. Noel’s bed was a queen-sized four-poster with a thick grey bedspread. There was a fluffy, shaggy rug covering the hardwood floor, and an antique vanity was positioned in front of a window.

Noel sat down on his bed. “You can go now.” He told Mischa. “Thank you for the ride.”

Mischa sat down beside him, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Go put some comfy clothes on. I will make you tea.” He insisted. Noel stood and walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt with a rose on it. “Happy?”

“Yeah. Now put clothes on.” Mischa replied, standing up. “I will not watch, do not worry.” He slipped out of the bedroom, back down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Mischa quickly located the teacups—Noel had a habit of impulse-buying them at flea markets and yard sales—and the boxes of tea selections. There was earl grey, chamomile, lavender, something called throat-coat, and peppermint. Mischa selected the lavender tea, having remembered Constance telling him that lavender was good for making you sleepy. He picked out a white teacup decorated with roses and violets, dug out a tea kettle, filled it, and set it on the stove. When the kettle started whistling, he poured the boiling water into the teacup, then put in the teabag. Proud of himself (Constance had just taught him how to do this a week or so ago) he let the teabag steep and then pulled it out, adding a few drops of milk and honey. Carefully, he took it up the stairs.

He found Noel under the covers, propping his head up on the pillow. He had a weighted blanket draped over his legs, and a throw blanket wrapped around his upper body. Mischa gently handed him the tea, kissing his forehead while he was at it.

“I will stay with you, okay?” Mischa sat down on the bed once again.

“No! You’ll get sick.” Noel pointed out. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

”It is okay. I do not mind as long as it gives me excuse to be with you.”

Noel took a sip of tea, then another, and another, before moving the teacup to his nightstand and inviting Mischa under the covers. Mischa laid down, pulling Noel into an embrace. He watched the boy’s eyes through his dark lashes, and when they finally shut, Mischa gave him a little kiss on the nose.

“I will stay here as long as you need.”

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broke-art-girl · 26 days

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"Lick It Up." By Broke_Art_Girl

(This is an gift to A_Tw1nky_Guy on AO3)

Fandom: Bones and All, Kiss (Band), Webkinz.

Summary: Lee gets hungry after hanky panky. He ends up coming home in a lot of pain. Reader comforts him and gets him some Webkinz and KISS merch.

Words: 3k+

Characters: Lee, Gender Neutral Reader (specifically did not say Y/N))

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960784

We sit cuddled up on the reclining sofa you bought after we.. broke the futon doing unholy things. Oops.. But you've kept asking for that position since, so…

“I wish this place had more of you in it.” You say out of the blue as we watch evening jeopardy and do aftercare.

Kissing and holding each other softly. Surrounded by each other's smells and warmth. I'm pretty tired, I figure I'll have to go find something in a day or two but I'm not too worried about it right now. I'm sure your tired too, so I keep good check on how much water your drinking and if you feel sleepy.

I chuckle. “My dirty boxers are all over the place, I think that's enough.”

I got a sharp punch to the arm about halfway through that sentence, but it was worth the blush on your face. “You know what I mean!” You hiss cutely.. I think it was meant to be harsh. “Other than your Webkinz collection, there aren't many signs that you live here.”

I sigh. Usually that's the point. Don't have a lot of stuff in case you have to bolt in the dead of night. I hate this but I still keep that old blow up mattress in my truck. Just in case something happens.

“Yeah. I just don't have much to put in here.” I say with the least amount of sadness possible in my voice.

“Well, we'll have to look for things you like when we go thrift shopping and yard saling. I bet a record player would be perfect right-” you drag it out, holding your thumb and index fingers up on both hands as if you were framing for a camera shot. “-there.”

You're focused on a small table under the mounted TV.

I nod. “It would.”

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Its 12am and all I can think of is Food.

Super sized burger combo? McFlurry? Fries at the bottom of the greasy bag?

No.

I want the server.

My head is foggy and my whole body feels like I'm on fire. My stomach is growling loudly.

I needed it. Flesh. Warm, bloody, human, flesh. I'm hungry.

And you're lying next to me.

I don't know what happened! It was fine hours ago, then all of a sudden, I felt like I hadn't eaten in months.

Sneaking out is always the hardest part. You're so sweet and understanding about my “condition” as we call it, but God bless you, you get so clingy every time I need to go.

“Lee?” You groan as I slowly slide my torso out from between your legs. I swear you treat me like a body pillow. I pretend to hate it but truth be told, it makes me feel wanted.

“Mhm?” I answer, hoping that you're sleep talking.

“Where you going?”

The tone of your little voice breaks my heart. “I'm hungry, I'll be back soon.” I whisper as I lay a hand on your arm over the old comforter. I felt like anything more would push me over the edge.

“Kiss?” You ask, practically beg.

I hate this part. The longing, the need, the lust, desire, and hunger that prevents all of it.

“I can't.” I mumbled through gritted teeth.

Usually I can give you maybe one or two pecks on the lips, every makeout session has to be broken up into little pieces, breaks in the bedroom. I have to make sure I'm careful with you.

“Oh..”

And my heart broke even more.

“I'll be back before ya know it, I swear, just go back to sleep.”

“Love you..” You whine, I can tell you're hoping that it will make me stay. But I can't.

“Love ya, too.” And as quick as I can I have my clothes on and shoes tied. It's only then that I notice one of my Webkinz on the floor. I quickly stoop low and grab him. A small husky I named, Bandit.

“Can you hang on to him for me? He keeps falling off the bed.”

You smile in the dim light. “Course.”

“Thanks.” I smile down at you. Yearning for that kiss I can't have.

I'm out of the room now, grabbing my pocket knife, phone, and keys to my old truck.

I hear you call for me right as I unlock the door. I quickly run back to our room. Well, your room, it's your apartment. I just live here...

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Be safe."

I smile to myself. “I will. Love ya.”

“Love you more!”

I chuckled. No way.

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My shoes kept sticking to the bottom of the sidewalk, I looked back to make sure there weren't any footprints left in blood. I can just imagine what I look like. The apartment security wont like that. God I feel sick to my stomach. I go around to the back of the apartment where there's a water hose. I use it to spray myself off as best as I can. The cold water and the pressure was like icicles stabbing into me all over.

I was soggy all over, my jeans causing me to chaf like balls all the way back into the apartment. I cringed at the feet squelching sound across the carpet and the puddle that dripped off me in the elevator.

After I snuck back into their apartment, being extra careful of the squeaky hinge, -God I need to spray some WD-40 on that thing, I keep forgetting.. Anyway! I creep to the bathroom under the mildly flickering streetlight. Dogs barked as the pipes rattled all the way down to the water heater in the boiler room. I hope they didn't wake you up. I'm sorry if they did, but I can't face you looking like this. Like a savage.

Excess blood that didn't come off with the hose dripped down my chin, sprayed across my abdomen. It's disgusting even to me, let alone the Non-Eater in the next room. I grabbed a black washcloth I stole from the salvation army.. sorry salvation army.

The Old spice you got me for Christmas always makes me feel.. normal.. somehow as it buffs away the gore I cause. You like the husky warm smell, and I like the attention you give me when I smell like that so that's a plus. I scrub everything away, making sure to take good care of my joints; under arms, neck, between my fingers, behind my ears, stuff like that. Cracks and runs in the skin where it could get stuck and dry. Especially in my nails.

I wash my hair with your shampoo, supposedly it's color saving somehow, I don't know. I just like the feeling it causes on my scalp. All bubbly and soft. It smells like you.

My stomach just keeps feeling worse and worse. I know eating junkies isn't the best thing to do, but nobody else was out at 12am. I've had to tough out many illnesses, thankfully the worst thing ive ever gotten is the flu.

Your name rings through my head the whole time. It's perfect. It's home. Even though you prefer a pet name; baby, honey, or the most heavily southern twanged version of darlin’ I've ever said, (and oh I love when you call me cowboy~) I like your name, your actual name, the best.

I heard the thudding of foot prints as the cramping almost folds me.

“Lee?”

“M-mhm.” I groan in discomfort.

“You okay?” That sweet little voice.

“Yeah, I'm alright, Darlin'”

I hear you get giddy, giggling and squealing in excitement, it distracts me for a moment as I smile.

“You hurt?” You ask.

“Nah, just a stomach ache.” I reply, starting to finish up.

I can see the outline of your pj's. My big ol hoodie that hits your body in just the right places to make you look like a little kid and a runway model at the same time. I remember days when that hoodie was the difference between just being cold and getting hypothermia for me on the road. I'm thankful I don't have to live like that anymore with you.

“I've probably just.. um..” I search for the vaguest word possible. “Food poisoning..??”

“Oh.. bad flesh?”

“Please,” I drag out the word. “-don't say that.” I shake my head, the warm water feeling less like a hug and more like tiny stabs. "That word should never come out of your mouth." I sigh.

You paused. “But, am I right?”

I give a deep sigh. “Yeah..” I say after a bit. The running water and small barking are the only sounds for a little. I feel like maybe you don't take this nearly as serious enough as I want you to. Like you think it's some kind of fantasy.

“Okay. Maybe tomorrow you can just rest.”

“Yeah, I gotta lay low for a bit. After.. you know-”

“-yeah.” You say as if it were nothing. “Well, I have work tomor-”

“-I'm gonna get a job too, don't worry, I just can't-”

“-yeah, right, I know.” You sigh.

We take turns trying to get a word in over each other until I'm clean. Probably twice as clean as anyone in a hazmat suit. I hop out, covering my semi chaffed junk and smirking because I know how you think. I think the same way.

I wrap a towel around my waist and immediately begin scrubbing my teeth. Pre-rinse, Brush, Listerine, Floss, everything. All while feeling like I’m gonna vomit any second.

You give me small light kisses on the hand that's gripping yours as we walk to the bedroom. You insist I lie on the side you usually sleep on, because it's warm, so I do because I don't feel like arguing. I wrap my arms around you and you do the same, nuzzling into my chest. You try to help me feel better, offering me pain killers that grew too weak when I was like.. nine, cigarettes, and eventually give up.

“I just wanna sleep.” I whine, holding the cramping spot on my stomach.

“No cigarettes? Wow you must be really sick.”

I chuckle. I do need to quit, road jitters aren't the best. And a pack only lasts me a week nowadays. “Yeah. Like I said. Food poisoning.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” I say as I pull you close. You take your hand and start rubbing circles on my abdomen. I grunt and groan as you hit sore spots but all in all it feels good.

After the bite of quietness we both took, I whisper, “I'm glad I have you.” as you keep rubbing.

“I'm glad I have you, too.” You whisper.

You cuddle and nuzzle my chest and face as I get tired. My eyes get heavy and I start to slowly pant after the pain gets a little bit worse until finally it calms a bit. After more kisses to my cheeks and eyelids, I'm finally able to nod off, uncomfortably.

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The next morning I wake up and you're at work, I assume. I feel a hanger pressed under my thigh. I smile as I take it away and bring it up to scratch my back with. Then I chuck it across the room in the pile of clothes you went through before picking whatever you wore. I'll just have to see this evening. I go to sit up and immediately fall back to the mattress. My stomach aching all the same as it was hours ago.

I groan, holding myself. I raise the sheets and look for a plushie, any plushie. Something I can hug for comfort. I can't just white knuckle my way through it this time. I’ve gotten some serious virus or something. I don't Google it though. I don't wanna be convinced I'm dying before I really am.

Finally I see one on the floor. Ugh. I reach down painfully and pick them up, holding them to my chest and gasping as I feel a little of last night's dinner digest. It hurts a lot, but all of a sudden, the pain fades.

Probably a bone. I suddenly thought. They could hurt like this.

I sigh thankfully. My guts are still sore from (probably) being scraped around by a finger or something, but whatever it was hit my stomach acid and like magic, it was defeated. I lay still, hurting. Until my bladder said he needed attention. Now!

I sat up and tasted blood in my usual acid reflux. Yep definitely a bone.

I waddle to the toilet, flip up the lid and piss a big ol piss. I close the lid and flush, washing my hands with the bath and body soap you bought for this month's “holiday.” I've told you a million times. “They're smoking crack and taking your money.” but truth be told… It does smell good. I like the little kitty cat sanitizer you put on my keychain. It smells like eucalyptus.. and sometimes it helps me not be so stressed. When I see it, I think of you.

After I wash my hands I go to get a fancy bottle of water from the fridge door. Fiji? Feejee? Feje? Fi-jeez. I got a Fij-headache. I guzzle some of it and plop down on the couch grabbing the remote on the table. Suddenly I hear;

Yeah yeah!

Don't wanna wait till you know me better!!

I let out a frightened yelp. Where the hell is that coming from?!

Let's just be glad for our time together!!

I look down at the remote in my hand. Not the TV remote. Yamaha? What's that??

Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it!!

I agree, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons, but why are you in my house?! I turn around and around looking for a speaker or anything.

There ain't a reason on earth to waste it!

It aint a crime to be good to yourself!

Oh, investigations can wait, I can't help but sing;

"Lick it up!! Lick it up!! U-U-UP!"

"Lick it up!! Lick it up!! U-U-UP! Oo yeah!"

As the chorus plays out I burst into the bedroom and grab all my Webkinz, I grab your hair brush. Setting them down on the couch and rushing back to “the stage” just in time to catch the next verse.

Don't need to wait for an invitation!!

"Da nuh nuhh. Da nuh nuhh."

You gotta live like you're on vacation!!

"Da nuh nuhh. Da nuh nuhh."

There's something sweet you can't buy with money!!

"Lick it up, woo, lick it up!"

It's all you need, so believe me, honey!! It ain't a crime to be good to yourself!!

Then as I'm getting ready to start the chorus, the music stops. I let out a loud groan, only now remembering that I didn't put it on. I finally see the little box sitting on the table under the TV. I walk over to it and see a hoodie and a note.

“Here's to my little cowboy. I love you, I hope you feel better. I'm out getting your other gifts, so jam out.”

And your name written right at the bottom. In your unique little scribbling.

I just die a little inside. And get hard.. but that's not the point

Yamaha is printed on what looks like a record player, sitting right where you wanted it. A hoodie with the Lick it up album photo on it. I look at the tag and see it's my size. I immediately throw it in the wash with a couple other things so I can wear it as soon as possible.

What else could top this.. I wonder. About this time you walk in the door.

“Lee! I'm home!”

I rush out from the laundry room and wrap you in a big hug. “Mhh! I love it!!”

“Aw, I was hoping I could see your fac-”

“Wait, why are you home? It's like 2pm, you don't get off till 5pm at least.”

“Well, I got off early after I saw some stuff on Facebook marketplace. I wanted to get it for you and the seller wasn't available after 2pm.”

You hand me three Walmart bags. Eatch one is filled to the brim with Webkinz plushies. Each one is one I don't have. They all have their codes and they are in perfect condition. As I'm sitting there in shock taking them all out of the bags, you hand me what looks like a picture frame of the Lick It Up album cover.

“Oh my God!! Wow, thanks, you didn't have to."

"I know but I wanted to."

"I could have just hung the record sleeve. I mean you got me all these Webkinz!!”

“Oh no, this is not an album sleeve. Look closer.” You say in a teasing way as you point to something in black ink.

Signatures.

Paul Stanley. Gene Simmons. Eric Carr. Vinnie Vincent.

“I got it for like a hundred bucks. I had to go pick it up. That's why I was gone.”

At this moment, I don't know why, but my body decided it was a good idea to scream at the top of my lungs like a little fangirl. And cry. Yes. Cry.

“Aw! Baby!” You coo at me as I sob happily, my knees buckling under me.

“T-t-tank you!!” I stutter like a child. All soaked with tears, hugging all my plushies and the frame. My heart is racing and I can barely breathe.

“You're welcome, cowboy.” You chuckle. “Feeling better?”

“M-m-mhm!!” I hum as I pepper a dozen kisses all over your face.

You giggle and kiss me deeply on the lips. “I'm glad. Now go put it on. Your fans are waiting.” You say as you wave your hand towards the Webkinz.

Immediately I ran over to the player and put the song back on seeing that it had skipped. That's why it stopped playing earlier. I put all the new Webkinz on the couch with the others and grab your hair brush ready to jump and dance around, belting my heart out until I've lost my voice. Then you join so I wouldn't sound quite so bad “on stage.”

After this, we may need a new bed.. ;)

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alienguts · 2 years

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Tender (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Y/N needs a hug and Ash is more than happy to hand them out.

Warnings: Fluff, hugs, mental health stuff

Request?: No

A/N: I've been feeling extra soft lately so this came to mind.

Ash jumped when the front door slammed, almost dropping his magazine. When he looked up, he saw Y/N in the open doorway, her head hanging down as she kicked her shoes off and hung her coat up.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he watched her trudge around the doorway. “You feeling okay?”

She didn’t say anything, just shuffled through the apartment to stand in front of him. He could tell immediately that she wasn’t very happy, but there were a million different potential reasons why.

Ash tried to look at her, but she kept turning her face away from her.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N stayed quiet and kept her head down as she held her arms out wide. Ash immediately took the hint and stood up to wrap his arms around her. He pulled her close to his chest as she clung to him and rested his cheek on the top of her head. He knew that she didn’t need him to say anything, she just needed him to hold her for a bit.

“Wanna lie down?” he asked her as he stroked her back.

She nodded into his chest and let him move her so that they were both lying on the couch, her on top of him. Her breaths came out in shudders as she tried to fight off any tears and she screwed her eyes shut to stop them from escaping.

“I know you don’t want to talk right now, but I would like to know what’s wrong,” Ash said gently. “I want to be able to fix it.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but only a sob came out. As much as she wanted to tell Ash what was going on, her mouth and her brain just wouldn’t cooperate, leaving her a blubbering mess in his arms.

Thankfully for him, this wasn’t a rare occurrence and he’d gotten used to Y/N just randomly feeling down when coming home from work. He hadn’t always been good at dealing with crying people but he knew that sometimes they just needed to get it out. Instead, he simply stroked her back and let her soak his shirt with her tears, listening to her heartbreaking sobs until they settled down into sniffles.

“Feel any better?” Ash asked quietly as he stroked Y/N’s hair.

“A little,” she said as she lifted her head up to dry her eyes.

Ash truly couldn’t stand seeing her like this: her eyes red and tired, her brow furrowed and her lip quivering. She’d brought so much light into his life that seeing her down like this was heartwrenching.

He brushed away her leftover tears with his thumbs and tried to massage the worry out of her face, rubbing in soft little circles.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“I could, but I don’t know what it was,” Y/N said frustratedly. “I felt fine during my shift but once I got into the car I just felt like garbage.”

“Hey, it happens. I know I have days where I want to hide in the back because the customers are assholes.”

“Yeah, but nobody was being mean to me, Ash.”

“Was it particularly busy?”

“I guess. It’s usually busy anyway but it did feel like I was on my feet more than usual.”

“That’s it, right? You didn’t expect to be so busy and it’s just overwhelmed you.”

Y/N thought about it for a second and realised that Ash was right. She had been feeling overwhelmed with work lately and it had caught up with her in a major way. Maybe she had underestimated the power of a good cry into her boyfriend’s chest.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before shooting a watery smile at Ash.

“Thank you, baby,” she said before kissing him softly.

“Anytime, kid,” Ash said and returned her kiss, pulling her closer to him. “Whaddya say we go out tonight? My treat.”

“Hmm, could we stay in instead? Going out isn’t really what I need right now.”

“That’s okay, you can call the shots. What should we do first?”

Y/N thought for a second and realised that she was still in her work clothes.

“Take a shower together and then order takeout?” she offered, knowing already that Ash wouldn’t refuse. Her heart warmed when she saw how his face lit up.

“That’s exactly my kind of staying-in plan, princess.”

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 3. Lisa’s friends.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! Silly new part omg!!! Also i want to apologize bcs this is Sabine x reader fic and she . Hasn’t appeared 💀. I promise she’ll be here soon! Just one more part!!! Then she!!! 🗣🙏❤️ Once again I wrote. A lot . I wrote like 4 pages worth of stuff for this one part 😭 I broke two pages into this part and the other two will be in the next! Also I was sent an ask saying my stuff was hard to read due to my writing being close together 💔 so sorry about that everyone! This part has spacing and any other writing I do will also have spacing! Ty to the anon who sent in that ask and let me know what I needed to change! It was and it is very appreciated! :D pls do tell me if the spacing here is ok guys! ❤️❤️❤️ anyways enjoy! :D

Summary: Lisa and her friends come to get you.

Warnings: none.

You paced back and forth outside of your home. Your arms were crossed and pressed tightly against your chest. You’re so nervous, you can’t breathe properly. You feel like you’re going to pass out. Khaan stood nearby watching you pace. He let out a soft neigh wanting your attention. You looked to him frowning and mouthing ‘what?’ Khaan walked forward with his head low. When he got to you, he pressed his head against your arms.

You uncrossed them, so you could move the horse’s head up. You laid his head on your shoulder, hugging his neck. You buried your face in his mane “what are we going to do Khaan?” You felt like crying “why did you act that way?” Khaan let out a huff. You wished he could talk you wish he would tell you why he acted the way he did. You wished he would tell you who that girl was to him. You stood outside for a few minutes hugging Khaan close to you. You let him go when you heard the door to your home open. Your dad walked outside, and he looked upset.

You feared the worst. Surely the girl had pressed charges, and now the police were coming to take Khaan. “I called Lisa” your father started “and she said her and her dad won’t press charges.” So if they weren’t pressing charges then what was your dad upset about? “And she told me more about Khaan” your dad narrowed his eyes at the horse. Khaan neighed upon hearing his name, and he walked to your dad. The man let Khaan get close, but he backed away when Khaan tried to get pats from him. You stood surprised by your dad’s denial to pet Khaan. “Da-“ you were about to ask him why he acted that way, but he spoke over you. “Khaan can’t stay here” your dad suddenly turned cold towards the Friesian.

You shook your head “what do you mean he can’t stay? Dad what happened at Starshine won’t happen again I promise.” You didn’t want your dad to take your horse away. He shook his head “that horse isn’t normal” he pointed to Khaan who walked back to you. You stood in front of Khaan shielding him from your dad. “What are you talking about? All horses have bad days and that-“ your dad raised his voice, but he wasn’t yelling “I know about the eyes now!” You stood still feeling your blood run cold. “Lisa told me” your dad walked forwards “that horse isn’t normal you knew it and kept it a secret from me!” When your dad got to Khaan, he moved his forelock aside revealing the horse’s red eyes.

“This horse cannot stay here” he looked to you, and Khaan shook his head fixing his forelock. You shook your head too, and you put your hands together. “Dad please don’t take him” you choked up “please!” Your father frowned he hated seeing you upset but this had to be done. “Lisa will come tomorrow along with her friends, and you will take Khaan to someone who knows more about him” your dad cupped your cheek. “He comes from a dangerous place with dangerous people who are surely looking for him” your father feared for your safety. “You must let him go” he wiped your tears with his thumb when you started crying. “Go and pack a bag the journey will be long, and you will need-“ you pushed your dad away from you surprising him.

“I’m not going!” You cried turning to Khaan hugging him tightly. Khaan let out a snort pressing his snout against your cheek “you can’t make me go I’m not going!” You felt like a kid again begging your dad not to make you go someplace boring. The man felt like crying too this hurt him just as much as it hurt you, but Khaan couldn’t stay.

“Listen to me” he said in a strong voice trying to be strong for you both, and to get his point across. “His rider is dangerous” he waited for you to look at him. When you did, he continued talking “she will come for him, and I have no power to protect you.” The man put a hand on your shoulder “you must go with Lisa and her friends.” He huffed when you rammed into him as you hugged him. You cried saying you didn’t want to go, or let Khaan go. Your dad couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He kissed the top of your head hugging you close to him “I don’t want you to go either, and I don’t want Khaan to leave but this is the only way.” Your dad broke the hug, and he held your shoulders. He was trying his best to stop crying “let’s go pack you a bag.”

You sat on the side of your bed with your backpack on the floor in front of you. It was packed with things you would need on a trip. You were usually excited for trips, but you held hate for this one. You closed your eyes trying to keep the tears pricking at the sides of your eyes from falling. You were in your room waiting for Lisa and her friends. They were in your kitchen with your dad, laughing and having breakfast. Once they finished you would start the journey with them to Goldenhills. Every time you heard them laugh you got increasingly upset. How could they be so happy? You didn’t know any of the girls, but you already hated them.

They were so happy even though they knew what you were going through. You looked outside seeing Khaan. He was tacked up ready for the journey. His head hung low, and his ears were pinned to the back of his head. You knew he was feeling like you. You wished again that he could talk, so he could tell you how he felt. You stood up when you heard a knock at your door. “Come in” your voice was rough from crying. You expected your dad to walk in, but instead of your dad, a girl walked in. She was dressed in fancy riding gear. Her hair was blonde with pretty pink highlights in it. If you had met in different circumstances, you would have complimented her hair, but right now you didn’t even want to see her.

She walked to you holding her hand out when she got near you, and she gave you a confident smile “my name is Anne.” She wanted you to shake her hand “and yours is?” You told her your name, but you didn’t shake her hand making your meeting awkward for her. Anne laughed nervously, and she looked at the door. More girls stood at the door watching you two. “That’s Alex” she pointed to a girl who was dressed in a very comfy looking style. Alex waved at you giving you a smile. “That’s Linda” she pointed to a girl standing next to Alex. The girl had cute round glasses and a very comfy looking cardigan on. You wished you had met all of them in a different situation so you could have complemented their styles.

Linda was already smiling, but her smile got wider when she was introduced, and she said, “nice to meet you!” Anne pointed to the last girl in her group. “And that’s Lisa” Lisa waved standing awkwardly at your door. Anne looked back at you “but you already knew that.” She was trying to be friendly with you, you didn’t laugh or smile. You just stood with a neutral look trying to hide how much you hated everyone in your room.

Anne was hoping you were just shy, and that’s why you weren’t talking but she knew better. She nervously wiped her hands on her pants. “Well uh-“ usually Anne spoke clearly, but your anger made her nervous. “We are leaving now” she walked to the door going to her friends “we’ll wait for you to say goodbye.” Anne smiled at you again. This time her smile was nervous. She held no confidence you took it all from her “we’ll be outside.”

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tinyinvadr · 1 year

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New chapter’s here!

TW: Abandonment mention

Borrowed Family

Chapter 6

I woke up to the smell of waffles.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. I wanted to let you sleep in, but I also wanted to make sure you got breakfast, so I brought it up here.”

That was all it took for me to get up and go running straight for the plate of waffles already on the desk. Dib cut a piece off for me like he did the last time, and we just sat quietly eating for a bit.

“So… the other day you said that you’re a borrower, right? What exactly does that mean?”

I paused, unsure if I was allowed to say anything. But then I remembered that my parents definitely weren’t going to punish me for it at this point, so it was probably okay.

“Well… we’re sort of like humans, but a lot smaller. We call ourselves borrowers because we live off of stuff that we borrow from humans.”

He nodded. “That makes sense. Though, I take it you don’t ask for permission first.”

I sighed. “Believe me, we would, but it’s way too risky. We’re not supposed to talk to humans at all, or let them see us, or hear us, or ever know about us. ‘Cause you never know who’s dangerous or not.”

“Right. I can imagine how terrifying it must be when the entire world is so much bigger than you. I wouldn’t even want to be around my own family if I was as small as you.”

He realized what he said, and glanced to the side, avoiding eye contact.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

I sat myself down on the desk, also avoiding his gaze.

“No, it’s okay. I knew we would have to talk about it at some point.”

Dib got up and started pacing the room, looking frustrated.

“I… I just don’t get it. Why? They know how dangerous the world is, and if it were someone other than me that found you… How could they be so heartless?”

As much as it hurt, I could understand their decision. I was a hazard. A disaster waiting to happen.

“Problem children can’t be kept around, they risk putting the whole family in danger. You… can’t have any weaknesses when you’re fighting to survive.”

Dib stopped in his tracks and looked at me.

“Problem child? Weakness? They said that stuff to you?! That’s so horrible, and selfish, and… Recap, they never deserved you. They failed you. Instead of protecting you, they gave you up in order to protect themselves. Believe me, none of this is your fault.”

“Then, why do I feel so bad?”

He sighed, scooping me up in his hands.

“It’s a complicated feeling. You look up to them, you don’t wanna let them down. But they’re 100% in the wrong here. And as long as you can recognize that, you’ll be able to move past it. I’ll tell ya, the moment I stopped caring about what my Dad thinks of me, it took a huge weight off my shoulders. Still, I’m under a lot of pressure protecting the world from paranormal threats, but this time, I’m doing it for me, and because it’s the right thing to do, not to try and impress people who won’t give me the time of day.”

I frowned, wrapping my arms around my knees.

“I’m sorry. You have so much to deal with, and now you’ve gotta take care of me… I’ll try not to be too loud, or eat too much, or-“

He stuck his thumb in front of my mouth.

“Nope, none of that, I don’t want you to feel like you’re a burden. I know I only just met you, but I WANT you here, okay? I wanna make sure that you’re safe and being treated properly. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve it, and I’m more than happy to let you stay for as long as you need to.”

I sighed. “Thank you… but I wish there was something I could do for you in return.”

Dib gave a reassuring smile. “You could be my friend… I-If you want to, that is…”

All I could do was sit there, lost in thought. I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled and gave him a little nod.

After we finished the waffles, Dib turned on his computer. I hadn’t even noticed it was there at first, and I realized I’d never been that close to a computer before. There had to be about eight screens, each of them lighting up the room with a cold, blue glow.

“I’m just gonna check up on my paranormal forums real quick, then we can get to work on figuring out how to make things easier for you going forward. We’ve definitely gotta get you an actual bed, maybe some little utensils so you don’t have to eat with your hands… probably some other stuff I’m not thinking of, but we’ll figure it out when we get to the craft store. I know they have a whole section of miniatures. Hopefully it’s the right size for you.”

I sat and watched as he clicked through several webpages, all showing text and some images of strange-looking creatures. It was kind of scary to think that these monsters could be real. Especially Zim.

Dib pointed out a few pictures of him on the screen, though he had a disguise on in all of them. For some reason, Dib’s never able to get a picture of Zim without his disguise on. Something always goes wrong, and no one ever believes him. Not even the other people on the forum.

I dunno, it seems pretty obvious to me that Zim’s not human. Though, maybe that’s because I’m not human either.

So, after Dib was done replying to angry comments, he put me in his pocket and we were off to the craft store. He told me to stay hidden while we were out of the house, but I couldn’t help but sneak a few peeks here and there. I don’t think borrowers typically live in stores, so I was quite possibly the first borrower to ever go to one.

Even the walk there was interesting. With my short little legs, it takes me forever to get from one place to another. A walk that would take me an hour, Dib could get there in only a few minutes.

Soon, we got to the store, and Dib made his way over to the aisle with all the miniature furniture.

“Alright, the coast is clear. I’m gonna take you out so you can try out the beds. Let me know which one’s the most comfortable.”

He pulled me out of his pocket and put me down on the shelf with the beds. They came in a variety of sizes. Some were too small, some weren’t soft enough, some were just straight up flimsy (I may or may not have broken one).

Luckily, I was able to find one that worked. We got the bed, a set of little plates, cups, and utensils, a couple small blankets, and, of course, plushies!

“Shoot, I just realized, you need clothes too. Lemme think… the toy aisle might have doll clothes.”

He put me back in his pocket and we went to the toy aisle, but all the doll clothes were way too big.

“The only thing I can think of is… oh, this is a really bad idea, but I think Gaz has some small dolls with clothing. I can’t ask her or she’ll get suspicious, but if I take anything from her room and she catches me…”

It was then that I got an idea. An equally bad idea, but an idea, nonetheless.

“Hello? Borrower here! I bet I can do it! Even though I’ve never actually borrowed anything before…”

At that, Dib winced, as if he was anticipating the amount of pain I would be in if I went through with my plan.

“You don’t wanna do that. Gaz isn’t very friendly… and she programmed her stuffed animals to feed on human flesh.”

That didn’t sound too promising, but as memories flooded back to my head of all the times Mom and Dad told me I was too loud and impulsive to be a good borrower, a wave of determination came over me.

“I can do it, Dib! Trust me!”

He thought it over for a minute, then sighed.

“Okay. But I’ll be waiting outside the door so I can get you out of there in case anything goes wrong.”

I gave him a thumbs up. I could work with that. This WAS gonna be my first time borrowing, so I could use that extra safety net.

With that in mind, we headed back to the house. The whole time, all I could think about was how I was finally gonna prove my parents wrong. I could borrow just as good as they could, and I only wished I could see the humiliated looks on their faces after they realized how wrong they were about me.

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elliewithcellie · 2 years

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Rough Night

Summary: The hunt affected Sam more than he hoped. He needs comfort from you

Characters: Sam Winchester (POV) x gn!reader, Dean Winchester (barely)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, off-screen death discussed (for plot), sexual adjacent content but wouldn't classify as smut. Fluff at the end. Minors DNI 18+ just in case.

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Sam had a hell of a trip. Dean considered it a success, but Sam couldn’t get over the casualties. For some reason, it hit him particularly hard this trip. He fought to save her. He really did. But the vampire was quicker. Something that Sam would never let happen again.

The Winchesters drove in silence, and whether Sam wanted to believe it or not, silence allowed his mind to travel to dangerous places. He couldn’t get that girl out of his head. He didn’t even get to learn her name. Her piercing eyes were engrained in his head now. The fear and dread locking her almost familiar eyes with his, and then again, lifeless.

“You can’t save everyone, Sammy.”

Sam snapped back, chills running down his spine. “I know, Dean.”

Dean stayed quiet after that. Sam did what he could today. He should be confident of that. But, while Dean was right, it didn’t make him feel any better.

He remained cool and aloof for the remainder of the drive. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. In the length of the trip, Sam relaxed, doing his best to remind himself, it was just another hunt.

The boys arrived at the motel hours after the sun went down. Sam didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. Sam fiddled with the key and all but broke through the door. He was on a mission.

And there you were. Your laptop screen illuminated your face as the only light in the room. A YouTube video captured your attention, until you heard the door. Your eyes flashed up at him, and your smile quickly followed.

“Hi, my love,” you said softly, “you didn’t call. I was beginning to worry.”

One look at your eyes and Sam’s tough exterior began to crumble. He dropped his bag and dragged his feet to the edge of the bed.

You pushed your computer to the side and slid to the edge of the bed. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

“I usually don’t let it affect me,” he said, his arms crossed over his chest. “The job, I mean. I prepare in more ways than one. I read up, and I work hard to do what’s right. I cover my bases any and everywhere I can, but sometimes, things just go wrong. This isn’t new to me. It really doesn’t get easier, but you take the wins where you can. But today, a girl. She—”

He choked up a little bit. You took his hands and guided him to sit with you. You wiped his hair from his eyes, staying patient and refusing to say a word. Sam looked up at you, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

“Babe, you’re scaring me.” You placed your hands on his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “What happened?”

“I couldn’t save her,” he cried. “Dean and I did everything we could, I promise. But he was just faster. Her eyes are seared in my skull. They felt familiar. I couldn’t shake it the whole drive. I didn’t know why, but it just hit me so hard. Until I saw you smile at me. Your eyes. She had your eyes, and I just, I—I can’t lose you, too.”

Sam started convulsing. He couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this. He was supposed to be tough. Supposed to keep you safe. Still, you pulled him close, making him cry harder. He hugged you back, desperate for your touch. Desperate to know you were safe in his arms.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N. I can’t,” he whispered. He nestled his head into your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

He nodded against your skin. Relief spread from his heart to his fingers. Tears continued to settle in on your warm skin.

Only now did he notice your hair was damp and smelled like fresh rain. You wore a large t-shirt but kept your legs bare, chills beginning to spread through his spine. His emotions were high, and his mind was numb. All he knew was that he wanted you closer. He lifted your chin and kissed you softly. His heart fluttered as he felt you melt into his touch. He needed you closer. He wanted to feel more of your skin on his. He pulled you by the hem of your shirt. He gripped your exposed thigh with one hand, heat from your body radiating into his touch. He tangled his other in your hair.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Baby…”

Sam’s grip tightened, almost clawing at your skin, begging for you to be flush with him. His kisses grew sloppy, almost frantic as he kissed your cheeks, jaw, and your neck. His hands wandered underneath your shirt, traveling up your torso.

“Sam,” you said. But he continued to roam. He couldn’t think. He wasn’t content yet. His desire for you had yet to be satisfied. His senses burned within him. Any exposed piece of skin needed to be addressed by any means necessary. He was blinded by the pain in his nerves, almost in a trance of the goal he pursued. Still, he couldn’t feed his hunger. He was thirsty for you, but in a way he couldn’t explain. In a way he couldn’t quench. He lifted up your shirt, but you stopped him.

“Wait, wait, wait, Sam.” You grabbed his hands from your shirt.

Sam looked up at you, the fog in his head dissipating, replaced with panic. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s just think about this, please.”

“Think about what? Are you ok?” Sam’s heart pounded in his chest as the blood drained from his face.

“You don’t have your head on straight. You went through a lot today.”

Sam’s brow furrowed. “Y/N, I—Was it something I did?”

“It doesn’t feel right. I want to help you, but I don’t think this is the right way.”

Sam stood up, now towering over you, but slowly backing up. “If I hurt you…please just tell me. But don’t feel like you have to protect me from myself.”

“Sam, it’s like you’re inebriated. You’re not you right now, and I would never forgive myself for taking advantage.”

Sam felt himself getting heated. He understood the words you were saying, but the anger rose anyway.

“Fine! I hear you. Just forget it. I’m gonna take a shower. Get some sleep. We have an early morning.”

“Sam, please—”

Sam slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the dark again.

Cold water splashed on his face. He shivered, hoping to shake the grime off him, inside and out. He watched the drain spin dirt and mud. He couldn’t quite cool off his boiling temper, but he felt ashamed of how he acted. It wasn’t even what he wanted. He didn’t know what he wanted, and how could he expect you to know when he didn’t? He knew he needed you. How, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t want sex, he wanted closeness, security.

He took a deep breath.

He wanted comfort.

He finally cooled off and felt ready to express his emotions to you. He wanted to apologize and ask for a do over. But given your routine sleep schedule, he suspected that he’d have to wait until the morning. Sam turned the water off and dried himself off. He wrapped his towel around his waist, grabbed his clothes, and headed back to the room.

You looked up as the door opened and sprung to your feet. Sam stood in the doorway and took you in. You played with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to expose your beige pink underwear. Your hair had dried and was pulled back into a ponytail, and you were biting your lip, as if to check all the boxes you knew that would turn him on. But in your eyes, Sam watched your façade fall. Your eyes screamed trepidation, resistance, concern.

Sam closed the door behind him. He walked toward you and placed his hands on yours, lowering them to your sides. “That’s not what you want, my love,” he said.

“But it’s what you—”

“No, no, no, baby,” Sam interrupted quietly, “I don’t want sex. I want you. I’m sorry I pushed. I never want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“You were having a hard day. You were emotional. I—”

“Please, don’t excuse it. I was wrong. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“But I want you to feel better.” Tears welled in your eyes.

This time Sam wiped your tears away. Sam took a step closer, closing the space between the two of you. He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes. “My love. You make me feel better every day. But I would love nothing more than to hold you tonight and sleep. I want you close. I want to feel you and hold you, but I want to rest. Can we rest, babe?”

You smiled wide, your eyes now glistening up back at him. You sat back down on the bed and worked your way up to the headrest. Once settled in, you patted your chest and waved for him to join you.

Sam chuckled and walked over to his bag, rummaging through to find a shirt.

“You know,” you began, “science has found skin to skin contact can be the best medicine.”

Sam turned to face you. You held your shirt in the air next to you, the covers over you, but leaving little to the imagination. Sam’s eyes widened. You fought a smirk. Without wasting another moment, Sam climbed in on top of you, swallowing your body whole, resting his head on your bare chest. Your fingers combed through Sam’s hair.

He smiled against your skin. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed. Then you yawned. “I love you, too. Get some sleep, my love.”

Sam felt himself lulling to sleep. Your heartbeat. That’s what he needed. The soft touch of your hands in his hair and your slow and steady breaths was everything he needed to ground himself. His body felt heavier and heavier. He smiled again. Relief washing over him. Sam was satisfied.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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An Emperor's Rage

Pairing: Vi x Emperor!Reader

Tags: angst, blood and injury, hurt/comfort, hurt Vi, protective Reader

Word count: 1.5k

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A/N: This work was a commission written for @imma-write-stuff. It was a delight to write. More Vi content is always good.

It wasn't unusual for Vi to be sneaking into your bedroom, at this point it was practically a routine, a normal date night.

"You know I have a door right?" You sigh as you get up from your table, still stacked with all sorts of papers and potential dealings. You hear Vi snicker behind you.

"I would if your guards didn't ask me if I had any weapons every time. Don't you have a list or something I can get on and just walk in and out when ever I want?" Vi leaned on the desk, her arms crossed over her chest, "I mean these people do what ever you say right?" There was still a bit of that snark that she had when you first met Vi.

"Within reason. There are protocols in place for a reason Vi." And you like security protocols, they kept you alive ever since you became the ruler of your empire. Which was fairly early in your life so you've grown to have an appreciation for your guards. But you also have an appreciation for Vi's ability to sneak past them seemingly effortlessly.

There was a lot of tension between the two of you at first. Vi thought you were just like other nobles, having everyone dote on you day and night, it was always your way or else. You like to think you're a better ruler than that, you want to keep your people safe yes, but not at the cost of them hating or fearing you because of the power that you hold. It took many months for Vi to let her guard down around you properly and for both of your affections to start coming trough.

"So what's all this?" Vi leans over your shoulder to look at the papers.

You sigh, tired, "We have a representative coming over from Zaun in a few days. The thing is there's no proper intel on them other than what Silco feed us." You glance up and see Vi's eyes narrow at Silco's name. By now you know the ugly history she had with the industrialist and crime lord.

"Why not just lock him up then. Better yet let me have some alone time with him, I bet I can get him to talk." Vi punched her fist into the palm of her hand, making her muscles flex.

"I wish it was that simple. Unfortunately we can't just act on a whim. We have to at least hear him out. Especially since we don't even know what he's coming here for. I did give the order to monitor him though." You reach up for Vi's hand, running your thumb over the back of her hand. It seemed to soothe the brawler but you could still tell that she was not happy with this.

Vi quickly leaned down to kiss your cheek, "Well I hope you know what you're doing, your majesty." She stepped away and bowed dramatically.

"Huh? Wait, aren't you staying the night?" Vi is already half way out the window by the time you turn around.

"You've been signing papers the whole day. Get some sleep yeah? I'll go... investigate." Before you can protest Vi winks at you, pulls up her hood and starts scaling down the side of the palace.

It's been a few days since then and you're starting to get worried. There's been no word from Vi or the Zaun representative.

You were about to go out and search for by yourself when there's a knock on your window. Your breath catches in your lungs when you turn a see a bloody and bruised Vi outside.

"Fuck, Vi!" You rush to the window to open it and as soon as you do Vi collapses into your arms, almost sending you toppling on the floor, "Vi? Vi! What happened? Where were you?! Who did this?! Vi?! Your yelling summons your guards who charge into your room, only to see you barely holding on to Vi as she threatens to crumble onto the floor.

"Emperor Y/N! What is going on?! How did she get in?! Are you hurt?!" One of the guards scans the room quickly,

"Am I hurt?! Vi is bleeding out, call the doctors now! And check everywhere around the palace for anyone suspicious, if you see them arrest them immediately!" The guards all nod and a few of them rush out while the others stay behind and ways for the doctors to arrive.

"Zaun..." Vi manages to choke out, her mouth full of blood, "Motherfucker had a whole ambush. Silco... sent..." Vi passes out before she could say anything else but you got what she was trying to say. Your blood boiled with rage.

Silco sent his men here, to kill Vi. There was no business deals or anything of the sort to be made, just Silco wanting to finish what he started years ago.

As soon as the doctors arrived they took Vi to a separate room to patch her up. She was badly beaten but nothing life threatening. You spend the entire night by her side as she slept.

It didn't take long for the Zaun representative to be tracked down and brought to the palace. In the morning you ordered him to be brought to your throne room. Looked smug, which only served to anger you further.

"You attacked one of my trusted bodyguards under the guise of business treaties. What do you have to say for yourself?" You tried to keep yourself calm, your expression neutral.

"Bodyguard? Oh please, even us over in Zaun know that you're fucking her. It was a surprise actually, you're an Emperor, can't you get laid with anyone better? It doesn't really matter to me though, I'm just here to do a job, the brawler is just a bonus for me." The man snickered and spit on the floor. Your eye twitched in anger.

You still kept your voice calm, "I don't think it's any of your, or anyone else business who I bring to bed. And it is irrelevant for this conversation. This a clear breach of Zaun's contract with us, and your boss, Silco can consider himself cut off from any of our trade routes. Now..." Your eyes darken, "What to do with you? You who attacked someone who you clearly knew had some sort of importance to me. You're not a very good representative. Do you have a death wish?"

The man said nothing but you could see him beginning to sweat. He either didn't think Vi was really that important to you or he hoped to finish the job right away.

You motion for your guard to move in on him.

"Hold on... are you really going to do this? I'm a Zaun representative. If you hurt me, Silco..." You raise your hand to stop him.

"Silco already sealed your fate when he sent you to hurt Vi. Do you understand?" He's shaking now, you can see the fear in his eyes as you snap your fingers. One of the guards punches him across the face so hard one of his teeth fly out. "You have bruises on your face, I imagine your friends are in an even worse shape. Now do you want to tell me who they are? Who else did Silco hire?"

The man just spits blood on the floor and stares at you. He's scared, but he's obviously scared of Silco more.

You nod at your guards. Just as another one gets ready to deliver another punch, Vi walks in trough the door, still in a pretty bad shape but with a fire in her eyes.

"Vi. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be..."

"Dead." The man says.

Vi grit her teeth at the man. "You're glad you still have all..." She stopped when she noticed the tooth, "Most of your teeth. But when I.." Vi groaned in pain as she flexed her muscles.

"Alright, enough. Guards, take this man to a jail cell, find out who he's working with." The guards all nodded and dragged the man out, he was cursing the whole way.

You let out a heavy sigh as you walk towards Vi. Her face is bruised so you're careful with the way you touch her, "Vi... please just go and get some rest. I'll handle this. It's my job."

Vi scoffs, "Right. You have to show everyone that you're a tough Emperor and show your might and..."

"No. I mean you." You place a gentle kiss on Vi's lips, her eyes widening in surprise, "I mean protecting you. Like you protect me."

Vi's eyes softened and she melted into your touch, much like a cat. You chuckle and give her another kiss.

"Come on. Let's get you back to bed. I'll take the day off. The guards can call us if they find anything out. We can spend the day together. As long as you don't do anything too strenuous." You give her another quick peck on the lips.

Vi grins at you, "You're a sap."

"Don't let anyone else know, love." You wink and lead her back to her room.

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded! Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum.

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead.

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…”

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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yespleasetommyshelby · 3 years

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Temporary - Oscar Diaz imagine Part 6

Previously...

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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"What did you do?" Jamal asked, still stood staring at me with wide eyes.

"I have never, ever, seen an actual smile on that guys face." Ruby muttered, watching the front door as though Oscar would magically walk through it any second.

"He's got a point." Cesar added making my eyes move to him. "He's my brother and I've never heard him call anyone 'princesa' before, let alone offer to let a girl stay over with no repayment, if you get what I mean." He smirked as he looked at me, his eyes holding a knowing glint.

"Maybe I just have that effect on people." I shrugged with a slight laugh. "Anyway, what's this about a school dance?" I asked in attempt to change the subject.

"It's on Friday and we're gunna get freaky with it." Jamal sung as he moved his hips in what I think was supposed to be a 'sexy' way.

"Okay, that's gross." I stated pointing at the younger boy as he slowly stopped dancing, crossing his arms before flopping down on the couch besides me.

"What is with you people and throwing water on my flame?" He groaned to himself.

"Jamal, baby, you need to have a flame for someone to put it out." I spoke with false sympathy, laughing as he rolled his eyes and mimicked me.

"How were the school dances in Cali?" Ruby asked leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched me.

"Uh, I didn't actually go to any." I shrugged thinking back to how me and Jess would just take a couple bites down to the beach and drink the night away.

"You didn't go? Like, to any?" Cesar asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Not that I remember no, I used to just go down to the beach and get drunk." I shrugged with a small smile.

"You should come." He continued making me look up to him in slight confusion. "To our dance." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh, well in case you haven't realised I finished school a couple years ago, and I didn't even go to yours." I smiled at his offer.

"So? We can bring dates from other schools, or not from school at all, this is freeridge, it's a pretty relaxed deal." He shrugged, the smirk still on his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to a school dance with a fourteen year old is such a great idea." I muttered unsurely.

"You're overthinking things here Lia." Jamal said loudly as he pushed himself up and stood next to Cesar and Ruby. "God, you're definitely related." He spoke to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Me and Ruby yelled at the same time making Jamal raise his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' style. "But he's right." Ruby shrugged. "It's nothing serious just a dance, besides, I thought you'd be up for some fun after whatever just happened." He continued.

"Ruby's right." Cesar nodded, all three boys stood watching me and waiting for an answer.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "You're on." I smiled.

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"Thank you again." I smiled as Oscar grabbed what he needed from his room before spending the night on the couch.

"Ain't nothin'." He shrugged as he headed towards the door, fresh shirt and shorts in hand.

"I'm going to the school dance with your brother." I blurted out stopping him with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh my god that sounded so much stranger out loud." I groaned as I flopped back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" He snorted as he turned round, dumping his stuff on a set of drawers before he stood at the side of the bed looking down at me in a mix of confusion and amusement.

"They was talking about the dance and I mentioned I'd never been to one, then Cesar offered to take me." I shrugged before sitting up and looking up at him. "It's not that strange right?"

"You're 19 and going to a school dance with my brother." He said matter-of-factly as he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's so weird." I half groaned, half laughed as I thought about what I had agreed to. "You know you don't have to sleep out there right? I'm more than happy to, this is your bed after all." I mentioned, running my fingers through my tangled hair.

"A princesa should sleep on a bed, not a couch." He gave me a small smile and a shrug.

"And what about a caballero?" I asked making him look at me in confusion. "Well, you were my night in shinning armour." I teased with a smirk, and I'm sure, I saw a hint of pink lining his cheeks before he cleared his throat and it was gone. "Oscar Diaz get your culo into the bed before I tell all your little home boys that you cried at Marley and me." I smirked knowing that seeing Spooky Diaz crying earlier was going to come in handy, not that he'd admit he was.

"A) I wasn't crying, and b) even if I was you wouldn't dare." He muttered narrowing his eyes at me although the small smirk on his face let me know that he wasn't quite 100% serious.

"Try me." I smirked.

I let out a laugh as he sighed loudly throwing his head back before huffing his way over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling his top over his head before throwing himself down dramatically.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that?" I laughed as I lifted the cover and settled down on the pillow.

"Let's remember who's bed this is yeah." He muttered, both of us laid on our backs and watching the plain white roof.

"Was you close to them? Your parents I mean." I whispered remembering Ruby saying that the Diaz brothers had been alone for the majority of Cesar's childhood.

"My mum died when I was younger, couple years after Cesar was born, I don't remember much about her other than she was a jumped up crackhead." He muttered, my eyes widening slightly at how blunt and open he was being about it. "Me and my dad were kinda close when it came to gang business, I guess, but other than that I barely knew the man personally." I felt him shrug from his place besides me. "What about you?" He asked making me scoff quietly.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but me and my mum don't exactly have the greatest relationship. She's constantly on my ass trying to put me down, she tried her hardest to make me into the housewife that she's always been, and that's just not me." I shrugged laughing slightly. "But my dad." I trailled of with a sigh, a small smile on my face. "He's the greatest man I've ever met, I mean sure, he's had some troubles in the past but he's always put me and mum above it all. Even when it costs him more than he has, he always finds a way to make sure we're alright." I smiled at the thought of the hero that was my dad.

"He sounds like a good man." Oscar whispered making me turn to face him only to realise that he was already watching me.

"He is." I whispered with a small smile, my eyes captured by his as the familiar butterflies from earlier suddenly reappeared, his eyes moving between my own and my lips.

Not risking another interruption he quickly leant forwards and captured my lips with his own, moving our lips against each other's slowly, the cliché of butterflies and fireworks never really making much sense to me until this moment, when I felt it all.

I kept my eyes closed as we slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as he released my bottom lip with a slight pop. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak before I was interrupted by a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled back completely.

"Sorry, I uh, I shouldn't have done that." He said quietly, looking into my eyes briefly before reaching over and playing with the small 'D' pendant that hung around my neck. "I know you got a boyfriend." He muttered scowling, dropping the necklace as though it had burned him.

"It's alright Oscar." I smiled slightly, bringing my hands up to the sides of his face my thumb rubbing his jawline gently. "I'm done with him, enough is enough, right." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled bringing my hands to the sides of his face, my thumb rubbing over his jawline gently. "I'm not with him anymore." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"Good." He smirked, placing his hands on he sides of my face forcing me to let go of his and hold onto his wrists instead. Giving me one more smirk he leaned in placing his lips against mine as his hands disappeared from my face, reaching behind my neck as I felt the weight of the necklace disappear.

Pulling away I couldn't help but laugh as Oscar threw the necklace towards the drawers opposite his bed, the small chain sliding across the surface before dropping down the back. Letting out a chuckle of his own he laid himself down pulling me towards him do that my head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around me waist from behind while his other was folded under his head.

"Night Lia." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight Oscar." I whispered into the otherwise silent room, placing a brief kiss to his bare chest before drifting off into the darkness.

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"Aye Spooky! Where you at?" Accompanied by a know at the door make me jump the next morning as I was getting myself a glass of water in Oscars kitchen the next morning.

Since I'd always been an early bird, as my mother would put it, it was no surprise that I had woken up before Oscar and Cesar, my head resting on Oscars chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Spooky man, open up!" A different voice called from outside again accompanied by a know that was more like banging.

Sighing to myself I debated whether to go and wake Oscar or to just answer the door myself, yet another knock on the door answering my question for me.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I opened the door to be met with the same Santo that had stepped up to Diego yesterday along with another one that I recognised from the Monse and Cesar fight, the one who tried to step up to me, bitch.

"Where's Spooky?" The bitch asked as he looked me up and down with smirk, only then did I remember that I was in the same clothes I'd slept in, a pair of Oscar's boxers and my tank top, luckily I had remembered to put my bra back on when I'd gotten up this morning.

"How 'bout you show me a little respect before I slam this door in your culo feo." I smiled sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest before the other guy got my attention.

"Hey, uh, Lia right?" He asked with furrowed brows like he was trying to remember. "I was there when your boy came for you." He smiled slightly.

"Right." I nodded. "Thank you for that." I smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful that he had stepped in.

"I'm sad eyes by the way." He smiled as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "And that's Johnny." He nodded over to his companion.

"Lia." I smiled putting my hand in his and shaking it lightly. "But you already knew that." I laughed.

"Is spooky here or what?" Johnny huffed against the door frame, once again letting his eyes roam my half naked body.

"Spooky's gunna kick the shit outta you if you don't stop looking at her like that." Cesar's voice made me jump as he came to the door with a glass of juice in one hand. "Here." He smiled as he handed me the juice while taking the water from my other hand.

"Oh, thank you C." I smiled as I took a sip. "Oh shit yeah, you guys wanna come in?" I asked quickly remembering the two Santos stood waiting in the doorway.

"Thanks." Sad eyes laughed as he made his way in, fist bumping Cesar on his way.

"Apologise." I said, putting my arm across the doorway before Johnny could walk in, looking up at him with a smirk as he glared down at me. "Apologise for acting like a jackass or you can wait for Spooky out in the yard." I shrugged as he looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, and it rained last night so the couch is slightly damp." I shrugged again as I went to close the door before his hand stopped me.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He smiled sarcastically as he tried to take a step inside.

"You're sorry for what exactly?" I smirked as I stepped in his way again, getting a kick of amusement at the scowl on his face. "Well, I'm waiting." I sighed tapping my invisible watch on my wrist.

"I'm sorry for being a jackass." He groaned rolling his eyes. "Happy?" He sighed as he looked down at the smirk on my face.

"Very." I smiled as I moved out of his way to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Aye spooky! Where you been man? Damn hyna trying to make me wait inside." Johnny cheered as Oscar appeared from the hallway in nothing but the pair of shorts that he'd slept in last night.

Sure, Oscar Diaz wasn't exactly rocking an eight pack and abs of steal, but my god was he something to look at first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes landed on me, scanning me up and down quickly before he looked back to Johnny, giving him an uninterested look before shaking his head and heading into the kitchen.

"Lia." He called looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here a second." He added, motioning for me to go over to him.

"What's up?" I asked standing next to him as he opened the fridge only to from when it came up empty.

"I was gunna ask if you wanted anything but I gotta go to the store." He groaned rubbing a hand over his tanned head.

"I can take a walk to that cafe down the street, mama coco's is it?" I asked recalling seeing the small cafe a few times since I'd been back in town.

"Nah." He muttered shaking his head, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. "Johnny, go down to mamma coco's and grab me a coffee and one of those roll things I like." He told him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and throwing it onto the Santos lap.

"Do you normally sleep with cash on you?" I asked amused knowing that he had slept in those very shorts. "My bad." I giggled as he turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, the girl just offered man." Johnny shrugged as he picked up the cash and held it out for me to take.

"I don't care." Oscar muttered as he pushed his outstretched hand away. "What do you want?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"I'll have a tea with two sugars please." I smiled at him. "Oh! And a blueberry muffin!" I added excitedly, smirking when Johnny rolled his eyes.

I laughed as Johnny stood up with a huff before making his way out of the house, with one last laugh I made my way back to Oscars room to put on my clothes from yesterday since the rest of my stuff was back at Ruby's.

"Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Monse's voice made me jump as I made my way back into the living room that was now occupied by Oscar, Sad eyes and the core 4, plus Olivia. The core 4 was dotted around the room, Sad eyes was laid back on the recliner in the corner while Oscar and Olivia was on the couch, their thighs brushing slightly, a wave of jealousy washing over me before I shook it off, he wasn't mine, I had no right to be jealous over silly little things like that.

"Uh yeah, I haven't been back to Ruby's because, well, ya know." I shrugged slightyl before turning to the blonde girl. "You must be Olivia." I smiled over at the young girl, I'd never met her before, or even heard of her before mum and Geny told me about he staying.

"That's me." She smiled. "You're Lia right?" She said, crossing one leg over the other subconsciously pushing hers and Oscars legs closer together.

"And my date to the dance on Friday." Cesar grinned as he came over to where I was stood and out his arm over my shoulders.

"Strictly friends only, got it." I raised my eyebrows as I looked to him, making him chuckle and nod in agreement.

"Since when are you taking her?" Monse asked confused, ignoring the looks that the rest of the crew was giving her instead opting to keep her attention on me and Cesar.

"Since last night when she told me that she'd never been to her own school dances." He shrugged casually, to him it was no big deal but I could see I'm Monse's eyes that she was hurting.

"You know I don't have to go, not if you two were planning on going together." I said quickly, not looking to be in the middle of a teenage love triangle or whatever this shit was.

"Nah, we're just friends, right monse?" Cesar shrugged as he pulled me close to his side, Monse not missing the gesture.

"Right." She mumbled looking at the ground just as Johnny stormed in and threw a paper bag down onto the ktichen counter before putting the drinks down considerably gentler.

"Oh food!" I grinned as I pulled away from Cesar's hold, jumping up on the counter and opening up the bag, immediately pulling out my blueberry muffin and digging in, sending a muffin filled smile in Johnny's direction. "Gracias." I smirked as he shook his head and leant against the wall.

"Aye where's mine foo'?" Oscar piped up, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me finish my muffin, throwing the wrapper to the side before taking a sip of my tea.

"I'm the bag." I shrugged with a smirk, watching as his eyes lit up with amusement while Ruby and Jamal watched with horror on their faces.

"Is that right?" He asked smirking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"That's right." I nodded as I blew into the lid of my tea before taking another sip.

"You not gunna bring it here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, remind me how much you're paying me to be your waitress again?" I asked sarcastically, laughing as Ruby and Jamal's eyes widened that little bit more.

"I'll get it for you Mr Spooky Sir." Jamal said quickly getting up from his seat and rushing towards the bag only for me to grab the bad and hold it behind my back.

"Nu-Uh." I muttered shaking my head with a chuckle. "I'm gunna need the owner of the bag to come and collect it thank you." I smirked looking from Jamal to Oscar who was watching me with an amused smile on his face before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over.

"I'm right here." He smirked making Jamal jump as he appeared behind him. "Can I get my food now?" He asked as Jamal scurried back to his spot making me laugh.

"Of course." I grinned handing the bag over. "What do I get for keeping it safe for you?" I asked quietly, knowing that the other people in the room were watching the interaction.

"I could think of something." He muttered, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked back as he took another step so that we were basically chest to chest only having to look up at him slightly from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." He mumbled before taking my head in his hands and bringing his lips down on mine in a slow but butterfly filled kiss.

The joint "Oh my god." From Ruby and Jamal making us pull apart slowly with small smiles on both our faces.

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yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident

needless to say

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very

v e r y

protective of harry

you'd do anything for the kid

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder

again

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man

and lily potter did exist

and there was a time where your family was complete

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike

not now

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly

you guys are back to square one

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO

youre a gazelle

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius

aLSO REMUS

icon

anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens

youre there

you see it

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse

youre not sure which

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug

keen on never letting go

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS

REMUS

THERE ALL THERE

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR

ok so hear me out

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague

but you just knew

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry

so did lily

she was the first one to say something

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down

james right there with you

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries

and he couldn’t do anything about it

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that

but the mood was somber

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end.

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further

harry has to do this alone

its quite symbolic actually

the one time you'd let go of the reigns

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother

he’d die

but you had to do it

so everything goes as planned

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king

and the war ends

when you got back home from the war

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry

any and everything you can get your hands on

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had

and your father’s unruly mop of curls

the same wave pattern in your dark hair

everything finally felt right

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